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So I'm still working on my other story but his is a shorter little side project that became a brain worm I had to get out. This is likely only going to have three parts. Here is part 1. I Corrupted My Young Husband I stroked my cock as I watched the big hairy muscle bear fucking my boy in our sling. I glanced down at the computer which had the feeds from the two cameras and made sure they were capturing all the action including a close up of the man’s bare cock slamming in and out of my husband’s hole. It was just three years ago that I first met Joey, the straight jock that had enrolled in my Queer Studies class in the spring semester of his senior year. When the class were introducing themselves, he was horribly overcompensating and oversharing, he said he was only taking the class because he needed the last few credits from a humanities class to graduate and that with his schedule and being a varsity wrestler, this was the only class that fit his schedule. By the time he graduated, he had accepted my invite for coffee. I had learned over the semester that the main reason he had not considered himself gay was because he was not attracted to guys his age, nor was he attracted to flamboyant guys, but he had developed an infatuation with me, his professor that was thirty years older. He eventually expressed how he wanted to be in a monogamous relationship, to be devoted to another man, to have that man devoted to him, and to be safe from STI’s. After that meeting, it was two more weeks before I popped his anal cherry. He insisted that I wear a condom and I obliged. He was a hot little muscle stud that was also smart and fun to spend time with. A couple months later he moved in with me and we told each other how we would be exclusive and devoted to each other. What I had not shared with him was that my main sexual kink was that I was a voyeur. I loved nothing more than watching someone getting fucked and bred, live and in person in front of me. Before he moved in I would spend a few nights a month at a bath house in the big city watching guys get fucked. Joey was the most beautiful specimen of youthful masculinity that had ever hit on me. Every time I fucked him, safely with a condom of course, I was fantasizing about this hot stud getting gang-banged by random men, being a free use, no loads refused cum-dump. Now, here we were three years later, living out my fantasy and what also, with some subtle prodding, turned out to be his as well. I just had to nudge him along the path. The first three months, I fucked him occasionally, always wrapped up to ‘be safe’. He trusted me and after us both being monogamous for six months and getting tested together, he agreed that we could fuck bare, but he insisted we also both go on PrEP, ‘just in case’. I agreed. It felt so much better to be inside his young tight hole bare then wearing a rubber, and he agreed. I could tell he enjoyed feeling my bare cock in him and he loved when I came inside him. He would play with his cummy hole afterward as I sucked him off and swallowed his load. Of course this still was not satisfying my deepest desires, and the frequency of our fucking declined over the next few months. Having long repressed his desires, Joey wanted to be fucked constantly and I was not meeting his needs. We had several long heart to heart talks and we agreed that he could go outside our relationship to get that itch in his ass scratched, but we agreed to some conditions, one I insisted on and two he wanted. My condition, which he eagerly accepted was that I would always be present when he was hooking up with guys outside our relationship. This feed right into my voyeur kink. He insisted that I not fuck other guys, which I was fine with as I understood his jealously and his abandonment issues from his absent father. He also promised that anyone fucking him would wear a condom and that I was the only one that would fuck him bare. I humored him on this one, but let him know that I trusted the effectiveness of PrEP. I helped him find older tops that wanted a piece of his hot muscular jock ass. We did the search together and he saw that many tops lost interest when he texted them that he wanted them to wear a condom. Plus after getting fucked by a few tops that did wear condoms, he had admitted, that after getting fucked bare and bred by me, he preferred getting fucked without a condom and having a man’s load inside him. I shared with him the info on PrEP’s effectiveness and eventually he agreed to go ahead and get fucked bare by other neg guys on PrEP. Overtime I shared more info with him about how undetectable equaled untransmittable, and he allowed me to broaden the pool of guys that fucked him while I watched to include poz guys that were undetectable. I introduced him to poz breeding porn, at first just pointing it out to him, and telling him I came across it while doing research about if it was safe to have undetectable guys fuck him. I did notice that he would check it out when I he thought I wasn’t watching him. We had also expended our usual play sessions from him having one guy come over to fuck him, to hosting gangbangs. He really enjoyed being the focus of long pump and dump sessions with multiple guys breeding his hole. We would usually finish the night with mine being the final load that would get dumped in his well used sloppy hole. As the months went on and he kept taking more and more loads, he asked me what would happen if it turned out that PrEP failed and he ended up getting infected. He wanted to know if I would still love him and if I would still want him if that happened. We were talking about it after a day where he had taken at least eight loads. He was on his back as I fucked him. I looked down into his eyes as I started to thrust into him harder, “I’d still love you and I’d still want to watch you getting fucked by other guys. I’d take care of you and make sure stayed healthy. You’re my Boy and will be forever, regardless of your status.” Our schedules were busy so it was a couple weeks before I was able to arrange another pump and dump session for him. This one though I had a little surprise for him to see how he would react, it would be a little test to see if he was willing to go further. On Saturday I had eight guys lined up to come breed my boy as I watched and filmed some of it. I always left it up to the tops if they were okay with me filming or not. I told Joey that the last top of the day was rather concerned about his privacy, so it wouldn’t be filmed and the top also wanted Joey to wear a blindfold. Joey was fine with that, quite a few of the tops liked to fuck him while he was blindfolded, it added a little something extra for them. The day had gone like normal, five of the guys had let me turn the cameras on and record. When it was time for the last top of the day, I turned the cameras off, got the blindfold out and put it on my little hot muscle stud of a husband. I then helped him get into position on all fours at the edge of the bed. Then I went into the living room and fetched the waiting top. He was mid-forties, white guy, slightly balding, decent shape, but with a nice eight inch girthy cock. He looked at me and asked, “You sure you want me to do this? It might fuck with his head more than you think.” “I think I know how he will react and it will be fine, trust me. I know he wants it, but he just isn’t ready to admit to me or maybe even himself yet,” I answered. “Okay, you’re the one that has to live with him if he reacts poorly. If he freaks I’m out the door,” said the man who in our online chats had given his name as Ray. I led him into our playroom. “Damn, he’s even hotter than in the pics you posted,” said Ray as he saw my boy on the bed. “You ready to another load Boy,” he asked as he walked over to the bed, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his cock as he approached. I closed the door, shutting it a bit to hard so it made noise, “Sorry about that,” I said make sure my Boy still knew I was in the room with him and Ray. Ray didn’t take long to get hard, he stroked his cock with one hand while sticking a finger from his other hand into Joey’s cum filled hole. “Damn, that’s a sloppy hole you have there Boy,” he said as he stroked himself while finger Joey’s asshole. “Thank you, Sir,” purred Joey as he pushed his ass back against the stranger’s finger. “Please fuck me Sir and give me your load,” he begged. I watched Ray fuck my Boy for about ten minutes. I was so fucking turned on, I gently rubbed my hard cock through my shorts. Eventually Ray turned and looked at me, then gave the agreed upon que for when he was getting close to cumming. He looked at me and said, “Hey can I get a some water, I’m parched.” My Boy knew that I had bottles of water in the room in case any of the tops needed a drink. What he didn’t know is that this was a set up. After a brief pause, I replied, “Sorry man, the previous guy took the last one, I’ll go get one from the kitchen.” Ray responded with a grunt of acknowledgment for the Boy’s benefit as he smirked at me. I went to the door and did my best to make as much noise opening it and then closing it as I could. A couple of seconds after I closed the door, but hadn’t actually left the room, Ray shoved Joey down onto the bed and lay on top of him as he continued to fuck him with his thick cock. The stranger brought his head down and whispered in my Boy’s ear, “Damn Boy, it’s a shame you are on PrEP cause I’ve been off my meds for a few months and I have a high viral load. You are one hot cum dump and I’d love to gift you and infect that hot ass of yours.” I don’t know who was more anxious for how Joey would respond, Ray or me. Joey didn’t say anything he just moaned and started thrusting his ass back up to meet Ray’s fucking. “Shit Boy, you are milking my cock like you want that toxic load. You want it don’t you, you want to me infect you? Don’t you?” asked Ray as he started thrusting harder, he was no longer whispering, but as far as Joey knew, they were alone in the room. Joey was moaning like crazy and being more active than he had with any of the previous guys today, thrusting back against Ray and grinding his crotch against the bed as Ray fucked him. “You want this toxic load Boy? You want it in your ass or should I pull out and shoot on your back?” asked Ray as he was getting close to cumming. Joey made a whining moan noise I’d never heard before. Ray was fucking my husband really hard now and Joey was clearing enjoying it. “That’s not good enough Boy, I’m going to pull out and waste this high viral load on your back unless you ask for it.” I knew Joey well enough that I recognized that he was cumming as he yelled out, “Please Sir, give me your toxic load, infect, poz me, breed me.” “Fuck yeah Boy,” said Ray as he reached his own organism from the combination of the dirty poz talk and Joey’s ass clenching his cock as the young muscle shot his own load onto the rubber playsheet covering the bed. I waited a couple seconds before opening the door and pretending to enter the room. “Oh damn, it looks like the missed the climax, but here’s your water,” I said trying my best to pretend I wasn’t on the verge of shooting my own load into my shorts from having watched that all unfold. “Thanks man,” said Ray as he kept up the act. He pulled his spent cock out of Joey and lifted up off the bed. He stood over Joey and slapped his ass, “Good thing you aren’t a girl cause if you were my potent load would definitely knock you up.” Joey did his best to act like this had just been another of the pump and dump encounters, “Thank you for giving my your load Sir.” “Your welcome Boy, I’m just bummed it’s only my load I’m giving you,” replied Ray as he zipped up his pants and turned to leave the room. On his way out, he leaned into me and whispered, “You have to call me if ever wants this for real, I’ll gladly take a med holiday to knock him up.” “Thank you for coming,” I said loudly as I nodded at Ray and gave him a thumbs up. Ray left the room and headed out of the house as I quickly pulled down my shorts and climbed on top of Joey who was still laying on the bed in a state of bliss after his organism. “He was a hot fucker,” I said as I slid my cock into Joey’s cum filled ass. It wasn’t going to take me long to add my own load. “You’ve been taking your PrEP right?” asked Joey, trying to disguise the sudden panic in his voice as he thought I was sliding my bare cock into his hole which had just received a toxic load.

So, it’s obvious that the majority of the mentioned men are from the USA, or from the Anglo-Saxon world. However, let me draw your attention to my small nation, the Hungarians. We have a young stan-up comedian, Peter Elek. He lives close to me, and I saw him a few times, once right after he had come from the gym. Have a look at him. Isn’t he hot as fuck? Although he’s straight I would give anything for being fucked by him. For more photos check this link: [think before following links] https://nuheadzmanagement.com/elek-peti/

I was in a neighboring city and needed to cum before driving home. Messaged several bottoms but nobody was ready. I clicked on one popular cumdump motels in Snifffies because there were several guys there and it was lit up as active. There was a public message that said "blindfolded anon bb bottom. door open as long as this message is posted".. The room number was there too. The profile posted had no pics and was off-line for over an hour. I was so horny and it wasn't too far so I went, figuring I could just leave if I wasn't into the guy. I go to the room and the bottom is getting fucked and two tops are waiting. Older guys is naked fucking and the other two are waiting with their dicks out, clothes on. Neither wanted to be touched. Older guy finishes and one of the tops moves in. I get a better look at the bottom, he's close to my age, fit and has a nice hairy ass. He's blindfolded, as advertised. The top that moves in had a big dick, probably about 8" and thick. He pushes straight in, one thrust, no lube in a way that probably wouldn't have felt good even if opened up and a bit cummy. This cause the bottom to yelp a bit and he speak, basically telling the top that his dick is dry and he needs lube, spit or cum on it. When this happens I immediately recognized the voice and take a closer look. Bottom is a close friend who I never knew had a slutty side. This makes my dick rock hard. The big dick top fucks him for a while before he finally releases and it's a big fucking load. I can see the grundle throbbing and when he pulls out I can see the cum leaking out a bit. The other guy moves in, average an unremarkable guy. He cums really fast - big dick top had barely gotten out of the room. He ask asks my friend how many loads and he says he lost count at 18. My turn, I'm so hard because I love a loaded hole and this is my friend who is pretty cute and there's no way I would have get to fuck him in the dynamics of our friendship. I'm also nervous. I can't speak and what if he lifts the blindfold.... I slide my cock in and he's pretty tight considering the day he's had. Once I'm in, his hole is just so slick and oozing cum. It's take my time because I want to savor fucking him and I build up a nice rhythm. Feel great for me and he's moaning in a good way. I felt like I was going to nut the whole time and was really trying to hold it back but after about 5 minutes I reached the point that I couldn't hold it back without stopping and even though I wanted to go longer it just felt to good to stop. I shot a really nice load in him, felt bigger and longer than normal. My balls were dripping cum and my bush was soaked. I zipped up and left covered in cum. As I was leaving the motel, another top was heading that way he was really unattractive and hit was kind of hot knowing that my friend was going to take this guys load. I ended up sitting in the car for about 45 minutes where I could see the room door. I decided to go back up and get another load out of me. Ugly guy was still fucking him but he stopped and gave me his ass. I was able to fuck longer this time and gave him another load.

Hey, pigs. Newest instalment. Remember Spencer from the first Intermission chapter? He's back, and this should put a few puzzle pieces together for you. ------- Chapter 23: Poz Me Up Before You Go-Go City Streets. 20:14 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Stag had deliberately wandered away from the rest of the group of infected smilers, set on following his own agenda. Instead of waiting for suitable clothing to wear in the chilly late October air, Stag had elected to wear only his camo pants and boots, leaving his muscular blackened torso exposed for all to see. He also chose not to stick to shadows, but to walk abroad in front of the rest of the world like nothing had changed for him. Doing this in secret was never going to be an option for the corrupted horny soldier. As he passed storefront windows, he occasionally caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the glass. One particular pane caused him to stop in his tracks. Stag had been passing by a main street restaurant that hadn’t been open in weeks, and the light from the street had hit him so perfectly that he could see, for the first time, exactly what he looked like in full. His ginger hair had darkened considerably, and his face had taken on a shade of grey that could only be described as “storm cloud”. His exposed skin, in fact, had this same shade all over his body. His veins spread out like black spiderwebs. He grinned in evil satisfaction. Cheaper than any tattoo I could have got!, he thought. And way more fun. As he observed his reflection with a wicked, impressed grin plastered on his face, he took the time to examine his teeth. The jaw had widened some to accommodate the new molars and fangs, and each tooth looked sharp and deadly to the touch. He could barely make them out, but the whites of his eyes were completely gone, and he looked positively possessed. The lanky, sinewy form he previously carried had grown into a muscular beast rivaling the best of Crossfit enthusiasts. Thick veins throbbed beneath the surface of his skin, and Stag started to get hard at the sight of himself. He reached into his pants and fondled his swelling member lightly, knowing he carried an instrument of mass destruction. He had a victim in mind for his first conversion, and had to stop himself from further pleasuring himself to save his demonic seeds for that gratifying moment when he shared them with his prey. Stag continued his bold march through the city to the warehouse district until he came in sight of the nightclub known as InfraRED, a popular gay bar with a dubious reputation. On this night, attendance would be as high as many of the patrons, and with a Halloween party in progress, Stag could do what he needed to without the need for secrecy or violence. Hookups were part of the everyday routine in this place, and no one would bat an eye or clutch any pearls over him having sex in a very public space. In fact, it was almost expected, but so were drunks, drug deals, fist fights, and barroom brawls, and harassment by the homeless who hung around the area. He came to the block, and saw that a canopy had been set up outside the club to funnel guests inside. This made it easier for club employees to screen guests for arriving intoxicated, and to keep the place from filling up too quickly, but Stag would not be deterred. He went to the back of the line, and spoke to no one as the line slowly moved forward. In his boredom, he lit a cigarette, and no one seemed to object to it. One man, dressed as a unicorn, turned around and saw Stag in all his toxic glory. Having nothing else to do while they waited, the unicorn opened conversation with him. “Damn, dude! That’s a really cool costume.” Stag nodded his head only once in acknowledgement, and did not wish to engage with anyone. He took another draw off the cigarette. “What are you supposed to be? You kinda look like a toy army guy.” Stag smirked without revealing his teeth. You have no idea, he thought. —-------- Dressing room at InfraRED. 20:09 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Spencer adjusted his tight nylon armbands, placed a blue baseball cap on his head, and checked his shiny baby blue shoes one more time before appraising himself in the mirror. For nearly three years, he had been gogo dancing at InfraRED, and tantalizing horny men with his erotic dancing and powerful physique. Gogo dancing had been a means to an end - surely someone who came into the club would be his ideal, but so far, the perfect man had eluded him. The pay for dancing was decent, and so were the tips that were frequently shoved into his G-string, but it wasn’t fulfilling. He made enough money to live comfortably, but as time wore on, this mode of living wasn’t going to be satisfactory for much longer. As he stared at his reflection, he ran his left hand over his thick chest, and sighed. “Is there more to life than this?,” Spencer wondered aloud. He then adjusted his girthy member inside the gold lame underwear, twisted the hat ever so slightly, and looked one more time in the glass. He had decided against wearing any costume; the unnecessary bulk, combined with his own overdeveloped bulk, could exhaust him physically before the night was over, and he needed to make some cash for car repairs. He had been a beefy satyr at last year’s party, but he was sweating so hard after the first hour that the hair had stuck to him, and he resorted to doing a sexy striptease of the costume. He felt the investment in his elaborate costume had been a waste of funds, and he wouldn’t make that costly mistake a second time. Taking a final swallow of water from a large jug, Spencer sighed with discontent that he was stuck in a rut. His physical growth had hit a plateau, and the sex work with no sexual gratification left him frustrated night after night. Satisfied that he was ready for the public, he nodded at his reflection in silent approval of at least his appearance, and went out from the dressing room to the auditorium. The beats and the constant thumping of heavy bass was already quite deafening, and he had danced to it a thousand and one times. Just another night, another dollar. He climbed up on his usual gogo box, and settled into the beat. —------ Stag scowled slightly when the bouncer closed the rope against him after the unicorn was admitted to the club. The bouncer could allow only five enter at a time, and Stag just happened to be the sixth. He glared at the bouncer silently anyway as the man clicked his meter five times. At least a few minutes would pass before Stag could enter, so he mentally reviewed his plan one more time. Meanwhile, the bouncer couldn’t take his eyes off the corrupted creature before him. Wow, this look is fucking hot, the bouncer thought to himself as he felt his heart beat increase in envious lust. I need to jump this dude’s bones. It must have taken forever to put all that makeup on. I wonder if he’s available. Stag was slightly shocked, amazed he could almost hear the man’s thoughts with ease. He smiled back at the man, enjoying the discovery of his newfound power. “Sick costume, bro,” the bouncer squeeked, his voice somewhat betraying his lack of confidence. Hearing himself catch in his throat, he cleared it once, and hocked a white goober to one side. “Sorry. That’s really sweet.” Stag locked eyes with the bouncer. “Thanks,” he growled. “You know,” the bouncer began in a playful voice, “zombies aren’t supposed to talk. Try to stay in character, it’s sexier that way.” The smirk indicated no malice behind the words, and Stag gave no reply. Instead, he answered the criticism with a toothy grin. The bouncer wasn’t expecting Stag’s costume to be so thorough, and his mouth opened slightly with awe. “This is killer. Do you mind if I get a pic? I’ve gotta show my roommate. He does makeup and special effects for drag performers, and he’d get such a kick out of this.” The bouncer was already taking out his phone, and turning on its camera. Stag nodded his head once, giving non-verbal permission, and came in close with the bouncer. Up went the phone, and with a press of the button, he now had a head and torso shot of the corrupted soldier in its memory bank. Then Stag stood by his side as the bouncer took a selfie of the two of them. “Thanks, man,” the bouncer said gratefully. “I ‘preciate it.” “App-preciate,” Stag corrected him in a growly voice. I should just spit on this fag and let myself in. Stag prepared to launch a volley of the neutralizing saliva, but stopped short of the act. Nope, can’t do that. Too many witnesses. It can wait. They’re all doomed, anyway. Stag showed admirable restraint and swallowed it back down when he returned to the front of the line. “You with your boyfriend tonight?” Stag looked back at the bouncer, staring daggers at him. He was still uncomfortable with the idea that he was gay, after years of protestation and repression, but after his orgy with his squad and forming a plan to violate someone he once crushed on, he decided he had better start accepting it and getting comfortable with the idea. ‘Boyfriend’ sounded strange to his ears, like a word meant for someone else. He shook his head once, again giving no verbal reply. “Ah, single, then?” Stag nodded once. “If you don’t score tonight, what say you and me take a little trip to hell afterwards?” Stag raised an eyebrow with interest. Stag grinned again. When he finds out what I am, hoo boy, he’s gonna regret those words. He blinked once, and then remembered. No! Stay focused. Your quarry is inside. HE’S the one you want. “We’ll see,” Stag answered, non-commitally shrugging his sculpted shoulders. No! an intruding voice commanded. He wants it - give it to him. Infect them all! Stag just felt like he had been caught cutting class. Sorry, Alpha. There will be time for both. You better remember our deal, the voice warned. Just then, the bouncer opened the velvet rope and unbarred the door, gently motioning for Stag to enter with the other revellers in the line behind him. “You five are next. Have a good night!” As Stag passed him, the bouncer winked at him flirtatously. Stag forgot the bouncer as soon as they were apart. —---- Interior of InfraRED. 20:30 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. “Great costume, stud! Let me buy you a drink.” Stag had heard this line four times by now, and was no more invested than he was on its first three offers. This time, it came from a little twink who was dressed as the Good Witch in an off-pink tule gown, complete with a star-shaped magic wand and glittering tiara. Stag waved the offer away. “Not interested.” The Good Witch looked puzzled, but tried to entice him by tapping the wand to Stag’s forehead gently. “I want you to be changed for good.” Stag frowned at this deliberately silly act. “Oh, sister, I have been changed. For good. There’s no going back. Piss off before I drop a house on you. You don’t deserve what I have to offer.” The Good Witch looked things unutterable at him in great offense, then turned back to the bar. She silently took her glass, swallowed its entire contents, and replaced the glass on the bar. Stag was looking in the opposite direction when the Good Witch said in a surprisingly masculine voice, “Fuck you, asshole. Guys like you should be eaten by other zombies,” and stormed off. Stag walked away from the bar and toward the dance floor. As the EDM continued to pulse through the club, and the room swarmed with writhing bodies, Stag forced himself to stand in one place and scan the room. His wild appearance had drawn a great deal of attention, and Stag brushed it all off completely, sometimes with a joke, other times with his usual outright asshole remarks. After a few seconds, he beheld his intended victim, cluelessly dancing away on a gogo box. There he is. Beautiful and massive as ever. I’m going to give him such a surprise, and he’ll never see it coming. Like any good predator, Stag just observed the dancer. Watching with devious eyes and a wayward heart. Watching for any weakness, any opening that would give him a signal to act, Stag invented a number of schemes to trap his prey. His blackened eyes never left the muscular dancer. —------ As Spencer continued his gyrations, he suddenly felt like something wasn’t quite right with the world. The music shifted to something that had no percussion track in its first minute, and he momentarily lost the beat. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and then felt a familiar urge. Spencer climbed down from his gogo box, and making sure to swing his hips a little as he walked, he went in the direction of the bathroom. Stag noticed the exit instantly. Recognizing it as his opportunity, he followed Spencer at a distance. As Spencer entered the bathroom, he paid no attention to the skeleton man and the Jedi man making out just inside the doorway. The room smelled of piss and stale pizza and bleach, all mixed into one foul concoction. The stalls, though in good condition, were a covert invitation to gloryhole sex, and Spencer was working, so he went to the trough on the far right wall. Looking down, he observed that it was again filled with ice, sending up a chill that made him frown. Why the fuck do they do this? No one wants to drink piss on the rocks. Then he amended his thought. Well, maybe. Some pig somewhere must like that. Spencer extracted his eye-popping dick from his underwear, and began to relieve himself just as Stag came into the bathroom. The costumed couple left without a word, and Stag was grateful to them for the privacy he would need. Spencer continued his stream, but was getting annoyed that he had filled his bladder, and now couldn’t finish pissing fast enough. Come on, dammit. Every minute I’m in here is a minute I’m not getting cash. Hurry up! He closed his eyes in frustration, hoping a little concentration would force the remaining urine out. Stag silently positioned himself to stand directly behind Spencer, who was completely unaware of someone behind him. He grinned devilishly, savoring the moment. The last drops of piss finally left him, and Spencer lightly sighed with relief. He let the waistband of the underwear snap back to his hips, and made to turn around when something wet and sticky hit his face. “The…! The fuck is this…?!”, he exclaimed, his vision suddenly hazy. Before he could be fully sedated, he equated the view to looking through a window where the rain was so hard you couldn’t see through the running water. Stag spat at Spencer a second time, and the dancer was down for the count in seconds. —------- As Spencer started to come out of the fog, he was aware of a grinding sensation on his lower body. It felt familiar and good, and as he slowly came to the surface of his consciousness, he was also aware of the feeling of cold concrete underneath him, and the muffled sound of the thumping bass in the next room. On my back… Did I fall? The grinding sensation continued, and Spencer felt a comfortable warmth to contrast the hardness of the floor. The room smelled different. Gone were the acrid scents of the bathroom, and replaced with light dust and metal and something he could only describe as a deep red smell. Something masculine. Something rich and bold, not unlike the scents of whisky and tobacco and leather and man musk, all rolled into one. Stickiness was also registering in his mind, but he gave no thought to its source. There was also a weight on top of him, and his feet were elevated in a position he would never find himself in except during… Oh shit… He slowly opened his eyes, and what met his view was not something he expected. Something was fucking him and holding him down with both hands. Something with chemically-formed muscles, and a gargantuan dick, and it showed no signs of slowing down. Stag had dragged the comatose Spencer to the dressing room unobserved by others in the nightclub. No time was wasted in removing what little clothing Spencer had been wearing, and with another dose of spit on the dancer’s hole, he had got to work quickly. Now Spencer was starting to wake up. Neither of them was aware of how much time had passed. “W..What in the absolute fuck are you?” Spencer exclaimed, barely able to get the words out. Stag bared his teeth as he smiled wickedly while continuing to thrust his toxic dick into his victim. “What the hell are you doing to me?”, he demanded next. “Shhh, Spencer,” Stag cooed, “you’re just having a dream. Go back to sleep.” He stroked the man’s skull gently with one clawed hand, as if soothing a child that just woke from a nightmare. “Hhhhhow the fffffffuck… do you know… my name?” Awareness was settling in, and Spencer felt real fear for the first time in his life. To Spencer’s mind, his assailant was a mix between a bull and a man with the features of neither, save for the meaty cock that was tearing his hole apart. An unnaturally dark-skinned man with horns on his head and claws for hands was raping him in his nightclub. He didn’t understand the black eyes or the venomous teeth, or why both had liquid black streaming from those orifices. Nothing about this costume makes sense. “You fell off your gogo box, and hit your head,” Stag continued. “I’m just making you feel good, and giving you a little upgrade as a bonus.” Spencer became aware he was completely naked, save for his baby blue shoes, now elevated above his head, his shoulders pinned against the floor. He raised his head enough to see Stag’s girthy dick, and quickly determined that this was, in fact, not a dream. “No! Stop!” Spencer managed to yell. “Get off me!” “Take it, bitch,” Stag growled without missing a beat or a thrust. “Am I good enough for you now, Spence?” The words had a venomous bite to them, and Stag clearly intended to hurt his victim both physically and verbally. Spencer couldn’t connect the dots, the punishing thrusts of Stag’s infected cock clouding all coherent thought. Spencer never imagined he’d be a rape victim. But the powerful physique captivated his interest, and overrode his morality meter. When his head finally cleared, he was impressed by the bulging muscles of his rapist, and the black veins pushing against the surface of his skin. Stag was sweating like a pig, and thrusting harder with every minute. Spencer gradually became less resistant to the intrusion and the violation of his body, but his rational mind kept invading the moment. This guy seems to know me. Do I know him? Why are you letting this happen, Spence? This is a monster, a demon, and you’re enjoying having sex with it? Are you fucking crazy? HOOOOOOLY FUCK ON A STICK THAT’S HUGE! Stag had withdrawn himself fully, and then penetrated Spencer’s hole with his engorgement with great force. Spencer cried out. Stag licked Spencer’s face with his forked tongue. Spencer saw it coming at him. That’s funny. A tongue like a snake. That’s kinda cool. The chemicals in the saliva worked quickly, and Spencer began to relax again. Ah, that’s the stuff. Like… poppers? How did he do that? With his victim properly sedated just enough to keep him quiet, Stag resumed the infection process. During the first few thrusts, Spencer’s mind was all over the place: he experienced fear, great lust, excitement, and joyous sensations that didn’t match anything he had felt in his entire life. He’d have one hell of a story to tell in the morning. But there was the other side of it - the very act was terrifying, but so erotic and seductive, and beyond all his previous experiences. He thought for sure he was going to die from all the sensations and the terrible pain in his rectum and balls and prostate. That’s it, he thought. I’m done for. Goodbye, perfect body, goodbye perfect health, hello oblivion. But I swear I know this guy. Why can’t I remember? Between the assault on his sexual organs and how quickly this escalated, Spencer couldn’t get his brain to work. A strange yet familiar voice rattled through his head. No thoughts. Just focus on my cock. Stag fucked Spencer without mercy - Stag knew what he was capable of, and he needed a partner who could match his sex drive while already having a great physical headstart. The white hot pain was intense, and Spencer began to have second thoughts. His hands trembled as he tried to push himself upright, panic flooding in fast and unfiltered. His thighs hurt, his back scraped against the cold concrete, and Stag’s massive body loomed above him— black skin catching the light like wet latex. Spencer shoved at his chest. “S-stop— just stop— This is wrong. I don’t want this after all.” Stag didn’t budge. His grip tightened reflexively, overpowering Spencer without effort. The instinct was pure dominance—brutal, unquestioning, physical. He mentally began to try and force Spencer to stay, feeling like with just enough force, he could make Spencer do whatever he wanted with just a thought. Suddenly, Spencer let out a scream as he felt like a vice was squeezing his brain, a small trickle of blood flowing out of his nose. A flood of images slammed into his mind, with what he could swear was his ex’s voice echoing inside his head on repeat. Spencer gasped, tears beginning to flow down his face as fear began overtaking confusion. “STOP! IT HURTS! Get off— please— you’re hurting—” The words and mental feedback hit Stag harder than the physical resistance. His brow furrowed for a fraction of a second, like a wild animal momentarily recognizing it had bitten too deep. The growl in his throat weakened, replaced by something almost conflicted. His thrusts gradually slowed. He stared down at Spencer, lips parted, nostrils flaring. Then the guilt hit—blunt and uncomfortable. This wasn’t how he had imagined this going. Not with screaming. Not with terror. He was supposed to want the gift. Crave it. Break open willingly. And Spencer—Spencer was someone he had cared for before. Stag exhaled slowly, releasing the pressure without pulling away entirely. He shifted his weight so Spencer could breathe again, his hands flattening against the floor beside him instead of pinning his arms. When he spoke, it wasn’t aloud. It slid into Spencer’s skull like heat poured behind the eyes. Babe. You always wanted more than this. Spencer blinked hard, confusion warring with pain and adrenaline. Stag’s voice felt like memory rather than words, flooding synapses directly. Images flickered—unbidden, sharp: Spencer in the mirror, flexing his arms. Always complaining about needing more definition. Countless Google searches for “muscle growth cycle”. Stag walking in and hearing him whispering to himself, “Someday I’ll look like that.” Spencer’s breath hitched. “Stop—don’t— I didn’t say—” He shoved at Stag again, weaker this time. The mental pressure increased—not painful this time, but warm, insidious, sliding beneath the fear like oil. You wanted to be bigger. Stronger. Admired. You wanted everyone to stop and look. More images flooded in: Strip lights illuminating sculpted abs. Hands grabbing him at the club, not for pity flirts but hunger. Stage tips piling up. Cameras pointed at him. The struggle to walk through a doorway without getting hit on either side. Strangers staring in awe in public places. Spencer whimpered, overwhelmed. “That doesn’t mean I want—” Stag leaned closer, his voice now both in Spencer’s mind and in his breath against Spencer’s cheek. “We both know you wanted to be transformed. This is so much better and easier than all those rounds of steroids and bulking and cutting. I’m giving you exactly what you always wanted. Just trust me for once.” The fight faded from Spencer’s limbs. Not because he accepted, but because the promise wrapped itself around his desire like wire—tight, clever, exact. Stag’s guilt softened into confidence. He changed tactics completely. Instead of forcing Spencer down, he slid a hand to the back of Spencer’s head, not to hold him still but to steady him—an anchor rather than a restraint. “I could break you,” Stag murmured, sounding almost apologetic. “I can feel it. Just a hard enough squeeze and you’d be nothing but a mindless meat puppet. But that would ruin what I’m giving you. What I want for both of us to share.” Spencer swallowed hard, adrenaline fading into tremors. “What… what are you giving me?” Stag smiled, slow and certain. Everything you wished you could become. He fed images of Spencer’s skin turning black and shiny, muscles growing upon muscles, just like all the pictures Stag had found in the browser history on Spencer’s laptop when they were dating. His cock turning massive, balls becoming huge like a bull. Being able to shoot neverending streams of black foul cum out of his cock with ease. A proverbial sex demon. Outside, the crowd screamed at a bass drop. Inside, Spencer’s last attempt to crawl away dissolved into something breathless and hungry as Stag let the imagery grow richer, deeper, irresistible: Veins rising under skin, biceps thickening, chest and back growing ever wider. Dancers staring instead of ignoring, photographers chasing him eager to get another shot of his massive muscular body. Crowds chanting his name. A glass case filled with physique trophies. And the impalement of the hottest men in the world with his freakishly large dick. Stag fed Spencer one last image: an oily pair of discarded posing trunks with a large circular button pinned to the waistband, bearing the number 7. Next to them, a hastily-removed pair of combat boots, a half-filled bottle of wine, and a single red rose. Spencer needed no explanation for what that meant. His tears dried. His shaking stilled. He reached for the monster above without realizing he had done it. And began to push his ass back, moaning. Now he understood. This was truly a gift. Stag smiled as he felt the mental changes take root inside Spencer’s head. Things would go much smoother now. And with that, the conversion truly began. It had been so long since Spencer had sex with anyone and actually enjoyed it. The surprise hookup and incredible violation of this person battled in his heart, and lust won out. Spencer grabbed Stag by the horns and stared into his abyssal eyes, getting more into the sex than was probably safe. Screw it - let him keep going. This… this is too good. I’ll complain later. Good thing tomorrow isn’t legs day, or I’d be walking funny. Oh, God, I swear he’s in my second hole. Even my toys at home aren’t this big. Stag's jackhammering cock was tearing Spencer's hole apart, but neither of them cared. Spencer’s breath came shorter and shorter, his eyes rolled back in his head more than a couple times, and what began as hate sex and rape turned to a full-on glorious rectal assault that he didn’t want to end. Stag suddenly stopped his thrusting, and abruptly withdrew himself from Spencer again, and stayed out this time. Both men lay gasping, and Spencer’s vision was hazy. The sedating effect of the spit had long worn off, but the mental coercion had done its part, leaving Spencer wanting more. Spencer stared at the ceiling, gasping for air. Stag pulled down hard on his own scrotum, his hand acting as a cockring, and preventing his load from blowing prematurely. “Why… why did you stop? Did you cum?” Spencer asked, almost breathless. He could already feel the corruption spreading inside him while Stag took a break. “No, I’m too close,” Stag answered him. “Good,” Spencer answered, surprising himself. “I want to keep going. I need you to load me up.” Stag only smirked without looking at Spencer. I can feel it working in him already. He’ll be a fucking monster with all that mass, and what I’m giving him on top of it. But let’s savor the moment. Ten bucks says he’ll thank me in the morning. Spencer’s vision cleared enough for him to give another glance to his breeder. “This is driving me crazy. I have to know - do we know each other?” Stag smirked lightly. “You don’t remember? Think carefully, Spence. You really don’t recognize the sound of my voice in your head?” Try as he might, the name wouldn’t come to him, and Stag’s appearance had changed so much that he couldn’t possibly be recognized by someone Spencer hadn’t thought of in a long time. Out of sight really was out of mind. He had nothing to go on to even guess. After a minute of pondering, he had to admit it. “No clue.” “It’s Bryce. The army guy you decided wasn’t good enough for you, so you just threw him away like an old cum rag.” Spencer raised his head slightly in disbelief, and stared directly at Stag, trying to see the man that he rejected so harshly. “Holy shit… No fucking way!” “Oh, yes fucking way. I’ve been upgraded, and I wanted to show you my improvements,” Stag said wickedly. He sat up, and spread his arms out widely so Spencer could see everything. Spencer was in awe of the creature before him. He remembered someone too lanky and lean with a penchant for asshole behavior. And he couldn’t abide his smoking habit, either. It couldn’t possibly be the same guy. His skin wasn’t this color, and he had none of these body mods, especially not the meat on his bones. He would never have worked so hard to look like this and get me turned on. Way too self-centered. Did he do all this just for me? Spencer couldn’t give voice to his thoughts. The memory and the present reality were just too juxtaposed. But the sex so far had been mindblowing. Spencer had never been fucked like that before, and he was discomfited to realize he needed more from the mutated Bryce. While Spencer processed this, Stag could already see the corruption taking hold in the massive dancer. His toxic precum was working its magic, and Spencer’s skin had a different glow to it. The ice blue eyes were darkening, but still bore traces of the whites, and what little body fat Spencer carried was already starting to burn away. It will be a slow infection, but it’ll hit him hard when I fully empty my balls. Stag crawled back toward Spencer, ready to begin another round. “I will get you there, and I’ll be by your side for all of it. You deserve it. Now raise your legs back up. Time’s a-wasting.” Spencer could only comply, tempted with the prospect of getting bigger, and the hunger for the demon’s cock. He…yes. This. I think this is what I wanted to look like all this time. Why settle for what I am when I can evolve into something better? The temptation to exceed his potential outweighed any negatives, and with that, Spencer’s fate was sealed. “Take it easy this time, okay?” Spencer asked in a light voice. Get big, or die trying, right? Those were his last thoughts before he surrendered to Stag completely.

Dave Bautista, I had a dream I blew him and then he fucked me

It's so fucking hot. I have been fucked by a lot of foreign guys in my younger years. Mostly when on vacation. French, Italian, loads of Spanish guys! Couldn't understand a word and that was so erotic when they talk when they are ballsdeep in your ass 😉 I do understand some French but not much. I do know 'putain' means whore LOL.

My goal to actually have a sex addict boyfriend.

My last load was my BF's this morning but yesterday this late thirties guy came over. He was huge. Well over six feet, big red beard with a body like a barrel. I felt like a child next to him. Anyway, his cock want huge, but it was perfect, veiny, thick with a nice head. Just a pleasure to suck. He slouched on the couch so that his cock was right at the edge, and i squatted in front of it with my legs together, feet on the floor. He grabbed my whole ass with his giant hands and fucked himself with me. Fucking amazing. After a while he told me to put my hands on the floor and kept going. He just kept going. When he was getting close, he tossed me on the couch, folded me up with both ankles over one shoulder and just pounded my ass. When he was ready to cum he straddled my chest and jerked. Several nice ropes on cum then an endless stream of dribbles. Lovely. He then rolled me over and fucked me doggy for another ten minutes or whatever. He didn't end up cumming again, but he seemed to be enjoying the post cum sensitivity in my ass. He wouldn't let me suck him after, which was the only disappointment of him.

I was inspired by the discussion of what defined "pig sex" in this thread. There have been other discussions where same terms have been used to mean different things. So, I turned to AI to ask - "What are the top 1000 slang terms used by gay men in the US since 1960s" and had them organized by recency and prevalence. Prevalence was a measurement of how frequently these words occurred in gay online forums/sites within the last 20 years, ranked HIGH, MEDIUM, LOW. THERE ARE VERY FEW TERMS on this list that I've ever heard and certainly never used. Have you? What slang terms are missing? Comment below. SLANG TERM, DEFINITION, and ORIGIN ** 100-footer ** DEFINITION: An obviously gay or lesbian person (as if visible from 100 feet away) ORIGIN: US, mid-20th century, likely from gay communities to describe flamboyance ** 420-Friendly ** DEFINITION: Weed-friendly **** Open to weed use ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** AC/DC ** DEFINITION: Bisexual ORIGIN: 1970s, US/UK, from the rock band or electricity (alternating/direct current) symbolizing both ways ** Ace-flux ** DEFINITION: Fluctuating asexuality ORIGIN: 2010s ** Achillean ** DEFINITION: An umbrella term for attractions and relationships between men, regardless of their sexual or romantic orientation ORIGIN: Recent, 2010s, referencing ancient Greek mythology (Achilles) and Leonardo da Vinci's sexuality; also known as MLM (man-loving-man) ** Aftercare ** DEFINITION: Emotional/physical care post-scene **** Emotional care **** Dominant partner ORIGIN: BDSM ** Alice Blue Gown ** DEFINITION: Effeminate gay man ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US, possibly from a song or color associated with delicacy ** Alpha pup ** DEFINITION: Leader pup ORIGIN: Pup play ** Anal assassin ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: 2000s, UK/US, derogatory term implying aggressive anal sex ** Anon pic ** DEFINITION: Anonymous body photo ORIGIN: App culture ** Aromantic ** DEFINITION: No romantic attraction ORIGIN: 2010s ** Arse bandit ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: 1980s, UK, derogatory from "arse" (ass) and bandit implying theft or invasion ** Artiste ** DEFINITION: A gay man who excels at fellatio ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US gay slang ** Asexual ** DEFINITION: No sexual attraction ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Auntie ** DEFINITION: An older, often effeminate and gossipy gay man ORIGIN: Early 20th century, US/UK gay slang ** Baby gay ** DEFINITION: Someone who’s newly out and is generally pretty clueless about everything **** Newly out or inexperienced gay person ORIGIN: 2010s, modern queer slang, from coming out experiences **** 2000s–2010s slang ** Baby queen ** DEFINITION: New or inexperienced drag queen ORIGIN: Drag culture ** Backgammon player ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: Late 18th century, Britain, from backgammon as euphemism for sodomy ** Banjee ** DEFINITION: Street-tough, urban style; often masc, working-class ORIGIN: Black and Latinx queer communities ** Bareback ** DEFINITION: Condomless sex ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s porn and hookup slang ** Basket shopping ** DEFINITION: Checking out a man's crotch through clothing ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, British/US gay slang, "basket" refers to the bulge ** Bathhouse / Baths ** DEFINITION: Gay male sex club with saunas, rooms, etc. ORIGIN: Early–mid 20th century urban gay culture ** Bathhouse Betty ** DEFINITION: Man who spends a lot of time at bathhouses ORIGIN: Late 20th-century bar slang ** Baths ** DEFINITION: Bathhouses frequented by gay men for sexual encounters ORIGIN: US, mid-20th century, from gay bathhouse culture ** Bathsheba ** DEFINITION: Gay man who frequents bathhouses ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US, play on "baths" and biblical name ** Batty boy ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay or effeminate man ORIGIN: 1990s, Jamaica/UK, from "batty" meaning bottom ** BB / Bareback ** DEFINITION: Condomless sex; raw sex ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s ** Beach bitch ** DEFINITION: A gay man who frequents beaches and resorts for sexual encounters ORIGIN: US, mid-20th century ** Bean queen ** DEFINITION: Man attracted to Latino men ORIGIN: Late 20th-century fetishizing slang ** Bear ** DEFINITION: Hairy, chunky, chubby, muscly, beardy gay man, often with big bellies **** Large, hairy, rugged gay man ORIGIN: 1980s, US gay subculture, from bear-like appearance; popularized in Bear Magazine **** Late 1970s–80s; Bear Magazine and bar culture ** Bear Chub ** DEFINITION: Larger man seeking bears ORIGIN: ** Bear daddy ** DEFINITION: Older bear with daddy vibe ORIGIN: Bear subculture ** Bear4Bear ** DEFINITION: Bears seeking bears ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Beard ** DEFINITION: A person used as a date, romantic partner, or spouse to conceal one's sexual orientation **** Person used to hide sexuality ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US, from "bearding" to hide identity **** 1990s–present ** Beat ** DEFINITION: An area frequented by gay men, where sexual acts occur; also, looking flawless (face or body) ORIGIN: Australia for location (mid-20th century); for compliment, from drag/ballroom culture, 1980s-1990s US ** Bedroom queen ** DEFINITION: Queen who mostly does drag at home/online ORIGIN: Social media era ** Beefcake ** DEFINITION: Muscular, attractive gay man ORIGIN: 1940s, US, from "beefcake" photos of muscular men ** Beige Flag ** DEFINITION: Keeping someone on hold ORIGIN: ** Belle ** DEFINITION: Young gay man ORIGIN: 1920s-1930s, US Prohibition era slang ** Benching ** DEFINITION: Keeping someone on hold ORIGIN: 2010s ** Bent ** DEFINITION: Gay, as opposed to straight ORIGIN: UK, early 20th century, from "bent" meaning crooked or not straight ** Beta pup ** DEFINITION: Submissive pup ORIGIN: Pup play ** Binding ** DEFINITION: A technique in which individuals wear tight clothing to hide and flatten breasts ORIGIN: 1990s-2000s, transgender and queer communities ** Bisexual ** DEFINITION: A person emotionally, physically, and/or sexually attracted to both men and women ORIGIN: Late 19th century, medical/psychological term; entered common use in 1960s-1970s with bisexual movement ** Block ** DEFINITION: Remove user ORIGIN: App feature ** Body pic? ** DEFINITION: Request for body photo ORIGIN: App culture ** Body'ody'ody ** DEFINITION: Emphasizing impressive body **** Emphasizing impressive physique ORIGIN: Drag and pop culture slang **** Drag/pop culture ** Boi ** DEFINITION: Youthful, androgynous or submissive person ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s queer and kink communities ** Bona ** DEFINITION: Good, attractive ORIGIN: Polari; more UK-centric but known among some US queer history buffs ** Bondage bottom ** DEFINITION: Submissive in bondage ORIGIN: BDSM ** Bondage pig ** DEFINITION: Person who loves heavy bondage ORIGIN: Kink ** Bondage top ** DEFINITION: Dominant in bondage ORIGIN: BDSM ** Boot worship ** DEFINITION: Boot-focused kink ORIGIN: Leather scene ** Bootblack ** DEFINITION: Person who shines boots at leather events ORIGIN: Leather culture ** Boots ** DEFINITION: A verbal exclamation point added to statements for emphasis **** Intensifier meaning “very” ORIGIN: 2010s, from ballroom/drag culture, US **** Drag culture ** Bop ** DEFINITION: An amazing, ass-shaking, and/or iconic song ORIGIN: 2010s, modern queer slang ** Bottom ** DEFINITION: A receptive partner in intercourse **** Receptive or submissive sexual role; Submissive partner; Feminine-coded role ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US gay slang from sexual positions **** 20th-century gay sexual slang ** Boy ** DEFINITION: Younger or submissive partner ORIGIN: Long-standing; used in leather and BDSM contexts ** Brat ** DEFINITION: Sub who playfully resists ORIGIN: BDSM ** Brat Tamer ** DEFINITION: Dom who handles brats ORIGIN: BDSM ** Breadcrumbing ** DEFINITION: Leading someone on ORIGIN: 2010s ** Bro (gay context) ** DEFINITION: Casual, masculine gay man ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s ** Bromance ** DEFINITION: Intense but non-sexual male friendship; often used jokingly in gay contexts ORIGIN: 2000s mainstream slang ** Bromosexual ** DEFINITION: Straight-presenting man with strong gay friendships or a gay man with “bro” vibe ORIGIN: 2010s pop slang ** Brosexual / Bromosexual ** DEFINITION: Gay man with “bro” vibe ORIGIN: 2010s slang ** Browning ** DEFINITION: Anal sex ORIGIN: 1920s, US gay slang ** Bug party ** DEFINITION: Gathering centered on HIV transmission fetish (very niche) ORIGIN: Late 20th-century underground slang ** Bugchaser ** DEFINITION: Person seeking HIV infection (controversial, stigmatized) ORIGIN: Late 20th-century underground slang ** Bug-phobic ** DEFINITION: Fearful of HIV-positive people (stigmatizing) ORIGIN: Community slang ** Bull queer ** DEFINITION: A gay man who exclusively tops in intercourse ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, prison slang ** Bum chum ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: UK slang, from "bum" (ass) and chum (friend) ** Bumder ** DEFINITION: Rare slur for a gay man ORIGIN: UK slang, blend of bum and bender ** Bummer ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: UK slang, from bum ** Bussy ** DEFINITION: Portmanteau of "boy pussy"; a male anus in anal sex context ORIGIN: 2000s-2010s, US queer slang, popularized online ** Busted ** DEFINITION: Messy, unkempt, or poorly presented ORIGIN: 2010s, from drag culture ** Butch ** DEFINITION: A person who identifies as masculine **** Masculine-presenting queer person (often lesbian, but used among gay men too) ORIGIN: 1940s-1950s, lesbian communities but applies to gay men **** Early 20th century; popularized via working-class and bar cultures ** Butchy femme ** DEFINITION: A gender expression between femme and futch ORIGIN: 2010s, queer gender terms ** Cake ** DEFINITION: The booty ORIGIN: 2010s, modern slang ** Camp ** DEFINITION: Exaggerated and amusing, associated with gay men or femininity ORIGIN: Early 20th century, from Polari/queer culture; popularized in 1960s ** Camp Queen ** DEFINITION: Queen known for campy style ORIGIN: Drag culture ** Castro clone ** DEFINITION: Hyper-masculine, uniform-style gay man (flannel, mustache, jeans) ORIGIN: 1970s San Francisco Castro district ** Castro gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man associated with San Francisco Castro ORIGIN: 1970s–present; SF regional ** Catfish ** DEFINITION: Fake profile ORIGIN: 2010s ** CBT ** DEFINITION: Cock and ball torture ORIGIN: BDSM ** Chaos Gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man with chaotic energy ORIGIN: 2020s memes **** 2020s ** Chaser ** DEFINITION: Someone attracted to a particular type, e.g., larger men ORIGIN: 1990s, from bear/chubby subcultures ** Chastity ** DEFINITION: Wearing a chastity device ORIGIN: BDSM ** Chelsea boy ** DEFINITION: Fashionable, gym-toned gay man (NYC Chelsea stereotype) ORIGIN: 1980s–90s New York neighborhood stereotype ** Chem-friendly ** DEFINITION: Open to drug use ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Chemsex ** DEFINITION: Sex involving stimulants ORIGIN: 2000s public health term ** Chi chi man ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: Caribbean, 1990s, derogatory ** Chicken ** DEFINITION: A youthful gay man **** Young, often naive or underage boy ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US/UK **** 20th-century gay slang; also in Polari ** Chickenhawk ** DEFINITION: Older man seeking much younger men ORIGIN: 20th-century gay slang ** Children ** DEFINITION: Members of a house or younger queer folks ORIGIN: Ballroom culture ** Chill? ** DEFINITION: Asking about drugs/sex ORIGIN: App shorthand ** Chocolate queen ** DEFINITION: Man attracted to Black men ORIGIN: Fetishizing slang; often criticized ** Chosen family ** DEFINITION: Non-biological support network ORIGIN: 1990s–present LGBTQ culture ** Chub ** DEFINITION: Larger, heavier gay man ORIGIN: Late 20th-century body-positive subcultures ** Chub4Chub ** DEFINITION: Larger men seeking each other ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Chubby ** DEFINITION: Obese man ORIGIN: ** Circuit bunny ** DEFINITION: Younger man who follows circuit parties ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s ** Circuit daddy ** DEFINITION: Older man who still does circuit parties ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s ** Circuit Gay ** DEFINITION: Man who attends circuit parties ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Circuit kween ** DEFINITION: Camp spelling of “queen” for circuit-loving person ORIGIN: 2010s internet slang ** Circuit party ** DEFINITION: Large, often multi-day gay dance/party event ORIGIN: 1980s–90s; tied to club and drug culture ** Circuit queen ** DEFINITION: Man who frequently attends circuit parties ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s circuit culture ** Circuit twink ** DEFINITION: Young man who frequents circuit parties ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s ** Clean ** DEFINITION: HIV-negative (stigmatizing) ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Clock ** DEFINITION: To notice or call out something (often a flaw) ORIGIN: Ballroom/drag slang ** Clockable ** DEFINITION: Easy to recognize as queer or trans ORIGIN: Ballroom and drag slang ** Clocked ** DEFINITION: Recognized or called out ORIGIN: Ballroom culture ** Clone ** DEFINITION: A San Francisco or New York denizen with exaggerated macho behavior ORIGIN: 1970s-1980s, US, from Castro clone look (mustache, jeans) ** Close friends thirst ** DEFINITION: Sexy content for “close friends” ORIGIN: 2020s ** Closet ** DEFINITION: Metaphor for hiding one’s sexuality ORIGIN: Mid-20th century; “coming out of the closet” popularized later ** Closet / Closeted ** DEFINITION: Hiding sexuality; Not publicly out ORIGIN: ** Closet case ** DEFINITION: Person hiding their homosexuality ORIGIN: Mid-20th century ** Closet queen ** DEFINITION: Gay man who hides his sexuality but is known in gay circles ORIGIN: Mid-20th century bar slang ** Closeted ** DEFINITION: Keeping one's sexuality a secret ORIGIN: 1960s-1970s, from "in the closet" metaphor ** Club kid ** DEFINITION: Young, flamboyant nightlife personality ORIGIN: 1980s–90s New York club culture ** Club queen ** DEFINITION: Queen who mainly performs in clubs ORIGIN: Drag and nightlife culture ** Cock gobbler ** DEFINITION: Vulgar slur for a gay man who performs fellatio ORIGIN: 2000s, US derogatory slang ** Cocksucker ** DEFINITION: A person who practices fellatio, usually a gay male ORIGIN: Early 20th century, derogatory but reclaimed ** Coming Out ** DEFINITION: Publicly acknowledging one’s sexuality or gender identity ORIGIN: 20th-century gay communities; metaphor from debutante “coming out” ** Cottagecore gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man into pastoral, cozy aesthetics ORIGIN: 2020s internet culture ** Cottaging ** DEFINITION: Having or seeking anonymous gay sex in a public toilet ORIGIN: UK, 1960s, from "cottage" as public restroom ** Cruise bar ** DEFINITION: Bar known for cruising ORIGIN: Mid-late 20th-century gay bar culture ** Cruising ** DEFINITION: Seeking a casual gay sex encounter ORIGIN: Ancient Rome historically; modern 20th century US/UK ** Cub ** DEFINITION: A young bear, perhaps with a smaller frame **** Younger or smaller bear ORIGIN: 1990s, bear subculture **** Bear subculture ** Cuffing Season ** DEFINITION: Winter relationship trend ORIGIN: 2010s ** Cut/Uncut ** DEFINITION: Circumcised/uncircumcised ORIGIN: App shorthand ** Daddy ** DEFINITION: A typically older gay man ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, from paternal figure; popularized in 2010s ** DDF ** DEFINITION: Drug- and disease-free (stigmatizing) ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s ** Demisexual ** DEFINITION: Attraction after emotional bond ORIGIN: 2010s ** Dicklicker ** DEFINITION: Vulgar slur for a gay man ORIGIN: 2000s, US derogatory ** Disco dolly ** DEFINITION: Gay man who loves disco/club dancing ORIGIN: 1970s–80s ** Discreet ** DEFINITION: Wants privacy; not out ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Dish ** DEFINITION: Attractive person; also gossip ORIGIN: Polari and US gay slang ** DL (Down-Low) ** DEFINITION: Men who have sex with men but identify as straight/hidden ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s discourse, especially in Black communities ** Dog Gay / Cat Gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man whose personality aligns with dog/cat stereotypes ORIGIN: 2020s memes ** Doing the most ** DEFINITION: Trying too hard ORIGIN: 2010s slang ** Dolly eek ** DEFINITION: Pretty face ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, Polari (UK gay secret language), backslang for "eek" (face) ** Dom ** DEFINITION: Dominant partner ORIGIN: BDSM culture ** Down-Low ** DEFINITION: Homosexual or bisexual activity kept secret by men ORIGIN: US, 1990s, African American communities ** Drag ** DEFINITION: Dressing as the opposite gender, often for performance **** Gender performance; Drag queen/king art form ORIGIN: Shakespearean, "dressed as a girl" acronym; 19th century theater **** Older theatrical slang ** Drag mother ** DEFINITION: Experienced queen who mentors newer queens ORIGIN: Drag culture ** Drama queen ** DEFINITION: Person (often gay man) who overreacts theatrically ORIGIN: Mid-20th century slang; popularized in gay and mainstream culture ** Dropping pins ** DEFINITION: Hinting at one's homosexuality ORIGIN: 1920s-1930s, US, from "dropping hairpins" to signal subtly ** Dungeon ** DEFINITION: Kink play space ORIGIN: Leather/BDSM ** Dungeon monitor (DM) ** DEFINITION: Safety supervisor ORIGIN: BDSM ** Edging ** DEFINITION: Prolonging arousal ORIGIN: Kink ** Elder gay ** DEFINITION: Older gay man, often jokingly ORIGIN: 2010s internet slang ** Electro play ** DEFINITION: Electricity-based kink ORIGIN: BDSM ** En femme ** DEFINITION: The act of wearing clothes stereotypically of the opposite sex ORIGIN: French, 20th century cross-dressing ** ENM ** DEFINITION: Ethical non-monogamy ORIGIN: 2010s ** Era ** DEFINITION: Describing a way of acting during a certain period ORIGIN: 2010s, modern slang ** Exhibitionist ** DEFINITION: Likes being watched ORIGIN: Kink ** Extra ** DEFINITION: Taking anything to the next level **** Over-the-top behavior ORIGIN: 2010s, ballroom culture **** 2010s slang ** F3-LOWer ** DEFINITION: A typically effeminate gay man ORIGIN: Mid-20th century ** Face pic? ** DEFINITION: Request for face photo ORIGIN: App culture ** Fag hag ** DEFINITION: Woman who primarily socializes with gay men ORIGIN: Mid-late 20th century; now often seen as dated/offensive ** Fag stag ** DEFINITION: Straight man who enjoys company of gay men ORIGIN: 1990s, US, counterpart to "fag hag" ** Faggot / Fag ** DEFINITION: Strong slur for gay man; sometimes reclaimed ORIGIN: Early 20th century; widely used as insult ** Fairy ** DEFINITION: Slur for gay men, reclaimed **** Effeminate gay man; often derogatory ORIGIN: 1920s-1930s, US; from effeminate stereotype **** Late 1800s/early 1900s urban subcultures ** Family ** DEFINITION: Coded term for other gay/queer people ORIGIN: 20th-century bar and community slang ** Faun ** DEFINITION: Gay man with hairy legs but less body hair ORIGIN: 2010s, US gay body type slang ** Feeling My Oats ** DEFINITION: Living your best life ORIGIN: 2010s, from RuPaul's Drag Race ** Fem / Femme ** DEFINITION: Feminine-presenting man **** Feminine-presenting gay man ORIGIN: 20th-century queer slang **** 1990s–2000s queer slang ** Femboy ** DEFINITION: A feminine or androgynous male ORIGIN: 1990s-2000s, online communities ** Fem-leaning ** DEFINITION: Mostly feminine ORIGIN: App culture ** Fierce ** DEFINITION: Intense confidence in looks or actions ORIGIN: 1980s-1990s, ballroom ** Finocchio ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: Italian-American, from "fennel" implying softness ** Fire Island gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man associated with Fire Island summers ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Fire Island queen ** DEFINITION: Man who spends summers partying on Fire Island ORIGIN: 1970s–present; New York regional ** Fish / Fishy ** DEFINITION: Looking convincingly feminine (like a cis woman) in drag ORIGIN: Ballroom and drag culture; contested usage today ** Fish queen ** DEFINITION: Queen who looks very feminine ORIGIN: Drag/ballroom slang ** Fistee ** DEFINITION: Person receiving fisting ORIGIN: Kink ** Fister ** DEFINITION: Person who performs fisting ORIGIN: Kink ** Flit ** DEFINITION: Effeminate gay man ORIGIN: 1950s, from Catcher in the Rye ** Folx ** DEFINITION: A shorter alternative to folks ORIGIN: 2010s, inclusive language ** For The Gods ** DEFINITION: Executing something perfectly ORIGIN: 2010s, drag/ballroom ** Friend of Dorothy ** DEFINITION: A gay person **** Coded phrase meaning gay man ORIGIN: 1930s-1940s, shibboleth from Wizard of Oz/Judy Garland **** Mid-20th century ** Friend of friends ** DEFINITION: Coded phrase for queer person ORIGIN: Various 20th-century closeted contexts ** Fruit ** DEFINITION: Derogatory term for gay man ORIGIN: Early–mid 20th century; linked to “fruity” meaning effeminate ** Fruit fly ** DEFINITION: Woman who spends a lot of time with gay men ORIGIN: Late 20th-century bar slang **** 1990s–2000s ** Fruit stand ** DEFINITION: Place with many gay men ORIGIN: Playful slang ** FWB ** DEFINITION: Friends with benefits ORIGIN: General slang; co-used in hookup culture ** Gay ** DEFINITION: Homosexual man (often reclaimed or neutral in community contexts) ORIGIN: Mid-20th century onward, originally clinical/derogatory but widely reclaimed ** Gold star gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man who has never had sex with a woman ORIGIN: Late 20th century, joking/slang origin ** Grindr fingers ** DEFINITION: The specific way people hold their phone while using Grindr ORIGIN: 2010s app culture meme ** Grindr goblin ** DEFINITION: Someone who uses Grindr obsessively or in a chaotic way ORIGIN: 2020s internet slang ** Group play ** DEFINITION: Sexual activity involving more than two people ORIGIN: Kink and hookup culture ** Handsome ** DEFINITION: Attractive man (often used ironically or affectionately) ORIGIN: General gay slang ** Hawk ** DEFINITION: Person who aggressively pursues younger partners ORIGIN: 20th-century slang (see Chickenhawk) ** House ** DEFINITION: Chosen family / ballroom family unit ORIGIN: 1970s–80s ballroom culture ** House mother ** DEFINITION: Leader/mentor of a ballroom house ORIGIN: 1970s–80s ballroom scene ** Hung ** DEFINITION: Having a large penis ORIGIN: Sexual slang, widespread in apps/profiles ** Intern ** DEFINITION: Younger/less experienced gay man (joking) ORIGIN: 2010s–2020s internet slang ** IP (Internet Prince) ** DEFINITION: Attractive man whose face is never shown (only body/torso pics) ORIGIN: 2010s–2020s app culture ** Isaiah ** DEFINITION: Older gay man who gives unsolicited life advice ORIGIN: 2020s meme slang (from TikTok/Instagram) ** Kiki ** DEFINITION: Casual chat / gossip session ORIGIN: Ballroom and AAVE-influenced queer slang ** Kink ** DEFINITION: Sexual fetish or non-normative practice ORIGIN: BDSM / leather subcultures ** Kink-friendly ** DEFINITION: Open to partners with kink interests ORIGIN: App / profile shorthand ** Kiwi ** DEFINITION: New Zealander (sometimes used in travel/hookup contexts) ORIGIN: General slang with gay app usage ** League ** DEFINITION: Level of attractiveness / dating market value ORIGIN: 2010s–2020s dating slang ** Leather ** DEFINITION: Leather fetish or leather community aesthetic ORIGIN: Mid-20th century gay leather subculture ** Leather daddy ** DEFINITION: Older dominant man in leather gear ORIGIN: Leather/BDSM culture ** Link? ** DEFINITION: Request for current location / address for hookup ORIGIN: Early–mid app culture ** Looksmaxxing ** DEFINITION: Maximizing physical appearance through grooming/fitness/surgery ORIGIN: 2020s internet slang (orig. incel → queer/meme usage) ** LTR ** DEFINITION: Long-term relationship ORIGIN: 1990s–present personal ads / apps ** Lucky Pierre ** DEFINITION: The middle man in a threesome ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US/French origin joke/song ** Masc ** DEFINITION: Masculine-presenting gay man ORIGIN: 2010s app culture ** Masc4Masc ** DEFINITION: Masculine man seeking masculine partner ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s dating/app culture ** Miss Thing ** DEFINITION: Playful/sometimes shady address for another gay man ORIGIN: Late 20th-century Black/Latinx queer communities ** Mo ** DEFINITION: Shortened form of “homo” ORIGIN: 20th-century bar slang ** Monogamish ** DEFINITION: Mostly monogamous with some flexibility ORIGIN: 2010s, popularized by Dan Savage ** Mother ** DEFINITION: Leader/mentor figure in ballroom or drag ORIGIN: 1970s–80s ballroom scene ** Mother Superior ** DEFINITION: Leader of a group of gay men ORIGIN: Mid-20th century US extension of “mother” ** MSM ** DEFINITION: Men who have sex with men (clinical/public health term) ORIGIN: Late 20th-century epidemiology ** Mug ** DEFINITION: The face ORIGIN: 2010s drag slang ** Muscle mary ** DEFINITION: Very muscular, often vain gay man ORIGIN: Late 20th-century bar slang ** Naff ** DEFINITION: Tacky, uncool ORIGIN: Polari → British mainstream slang ** Nance / Nancy ** DEFINITION: Effeminate gay man ORIGIN: Early 20th-century English/American slang ** Neg ** DEFINITION: HIV-negative ORIGIN: Late 20th-century HIV/AIDS communities ** Neg4Neg ** DEFINITION: HIV-negative seeking same ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Neg-friendly ** DEFINITION: Open to HIV-negative partners ORIGIN: Late 20th-century profiles ** Negotiation ** DEFINITION: Pre-scene discussion / boundary setting ORIGIN: BDSM ** Nelly ** DEFINITION: Effeminate gay man (sometimes affectionate, often mocking) ORIGIN: Mid-20th century ** Nipple play ** DEFINITION: Nipple stimulation kink ORIGIN: Kink ** No Fats, No Fems ** DEFINITION: Exclusionary phrase rejecting fat and feminine men ORIGIN: Late 20th-century personal ads → 2010s apps ** No tea, no shade ** DEFINITION: “No offense,” often before/after criticism ORIGIN: Drag and ballroom culture ** NSA ** DEFINITION: No strings attached (casual sex) ORIGIN: 1990s–present hookup slang ** NSA fun ** DEFINITION: No-strings sex ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Omi ** DEFINITION: Man ORIGIN: Polari ** On prep ** DEFINITION: Taking PrEP ORIGIN: 2010s ** On the scene ** DEFINITION: Actively participating in gay social life ORIGIN: Mid-late 20th-century bar culture ** Open ** DEFINITION: Non-monogamous ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Open to ** DEFINITION: Willing to try (kinks, types, etc.) ORIGIN: App culture ** Orbiting ** DEFINITION: Watching someone’s stories but not engaging ORIGIN: 2010s social media ** Otter ** DEFINITION: Slim, hairy gay man ORIGIN: 2000s, bear subculture ** Out ** DEFINITION: Openly gay ORIGIN: 20th-century adaptation of “coming out” ** Pageant queen ** DEFINITION: Queen focused on pageant competitions ORIGIN: Drag pageant circuits ** Palone ** DEFINITION: Woman ORIGIN: Polari ** Pansy ** DEFINITION: Effeminate gay man; insult tied to “sissy” ORIGIN: 1920s “Pansy Craze” in US nightlife ** Period ** DEFINITION: Emphatic end to statement ORIGIN: 2010s, AAVE/Southern Black gay slang ** Pig ** DEFINITION: Man who enjoys intense or “dirty” sex ORIGIN: Late 20th-century kink/leather communities ** Pig pit ** DEFINITION: Group kink space ORIGIN: Leather scene ** Pig sex ** DEFINITION: Intense, uninhibited, often kinky sex ORIGIN: 1990s-2000s gay leather/BDSM scenes ** Ping me ** DEFINITION: Message me on an app ORIGIN: 2000s messaging culture ** Pink dollar ** DEFINITION: Economic power of gay consumers ORIGIN: Late 20th-century marketing slang ** Pinkwashing ** DEFINITION: Using LGBTQ friendliness to distract from other issues ORIGIN: 21st-century political slang ** Piss play ** DEFINITION: Watersports kink ORIGIN: Kink ** Plant Gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man obsessed with houseplants ORIGIN: 2020s meme culture ** Platinum gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man with even less heterosexual experience than “gold star” ORIGIN: Late 20th-century joking slang ** Platinum star ** DEFINITION: Gay man born by C-section who never had sex with women ORIGIN: 2000s, from Will & Grace joke ** PNP (Party & Play) ** DEFINITION: Sex + meth/party drugs ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Pocket gay ** DEFINITION: Very short gay man (often joking) ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s slang ** Poly ** DEFINITION: Polyamorous ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Poof / Poofter ** DEFINITION: Slur for gay man (more UK) ORIGIN: 20th-century British slang ** Porpoise ** DEFINITION: Chubby, smooth gay man ORIGIN: 2010s, US gay body type slang ** Potato queen ** DEFINITION: Asian man attracted to white men ORIGIN: Late 20th-century fetishizing slang ** Power Bottom ** DEFINITION: Energetic / assertive receptive partner ORIGIN: 2000s US gay slang ** Power top ** DEFINITION: Assertive, dominant top ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s ** Poz ** DEFINITION: HIV-positive person ORIGIN: 1990s, from positive ** Poz party ** DEFINITION: Gathering of HIV-positive men ORIGIN: Late 20th-century HIV communities ** Poz4Poz ** DEFINITION: HIV-positive seeking same ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Poz-friendly ** DEFINITION: Open to HIV-positive partners ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s dating/hookup profiles ** Prawn ** DEFINITION: Fantastic body, unattractive face ORIGIN: Recent, UK/Australia? ** PrEP / On PrEP ** DEFINITION: Taking PrEP medication ORIGIN: ** Prep-friendly ** DEFINITION: Open to partners on PrEP ORIGIN: 2010s ** Primal ** DEFINITION: Animalistic kink style ORIGIN: 2000s ** Protein Gay ** DEFINITION: Gym-focused gay man ORIGIN: 2010s slang ** Punk ** DEFINITION: Smaller, younger gay man forced submissive ORIGIN: Prison slang, mid-20th century ** Pup ** DEFINITION: Gay man into puppy play kink ORIGIN: 2000s, US leather/BDSM community ** Queen ** DEFINITION: Flamboyant or effeminate gay man ORIGIN: Early 20th century, slur reclaimed ** Queer ** DEFINITION: Umbrella term for LGBTQ; reclaimed from slur ORIGIN: 1890s slur → reclaimed 1990s AIDS era ** Queerplatonic ** DEFINITION: Deep non-romantic partnership ORIGIN: 2010s ** Read ** DEFINITION: Calling someone out sassily / humorously insult ORIGIN: 1980s ballroom / Paris Is Burning ** Realness ** DEFINITION: Authentic self / convincingly embodying a category ORIGIN: 1980s ballroom culture ** Red Flag ** DEFINITION: Warning sign in dating/personality ORIGIN: 2020s dating slang ** Rice queen ** DEFINITION: Man (often white) attracted to Asian men ORIGIN: Late 20th-century fetishizing slang ** Rigger ** DEFINITION: Person who ties rope (bondage top) ORIGIN: Rope bondage ** Rope bottom ** DEFINITION: Person who enjoys being tied ORIGIN: BDSM / rope bondage ** Roster ** DEFINITION: List of dating/hookup prospects ORIGIN: 2020s slang ** Rough trade ** DEFINITION: Dangerous or hyper-masculine sexual partner ORIGIN: 20th-century gay bar/street slang ** Rubber pup ** DEFINITION: Pup in rubber/latex gear ORIGIN: Kink ** Rubberman ** DEFINITION: Man into rubber/latex ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Safeword ** DEFINITION: Word to stop play ORIGIN: BDSM ** Sapiosexual ** DEFINITION: Attracted to intelligence ORIGIN: 2010s ** Scene ** DEFINITION: Kink session / BDSM environment ORIGIN: BDSM culture ** Scene queen ** DEFINITION: Person heavily involved in nightlife/club scene ORIGIN: Late 20th-century club culture ** Scruff guy ** DEFINITION: Man using Scruff app; often bearded/masc ORIGIN: 2010s app culture ** Sero-neutral ** DEFINITION: No preference on HIV status ORIGIN: 2010s ** Serosort ** DEFINITION: Choose partners based on HIV status ORIGIN: Public health / community slang ** Serve ** DEFINITION: Presenting oneself, especially a look ORIGIN: 1980s ballroom ** Service bottom ** DEFINITION: Bottom who prioritizes pleasing the top ORIGIN: 2000s kink/sex-positive circles ** Service top ** DEFINITION: Top who prioritizes sub’s pleasure ORIGIN: 2000s kink/sex-positive circles ** Serving ** DEFINITION: Presenting a strong look or vibe ORIGIN: Ballroom → mainstream ** Shade ** DEFINITION: Subtle or indirect insult ORIGIN: 1980s ballroom culture ** Shadow pic ** DEFINITION: Dark, obscured photo (for privacy) ORIGIN: App privacy culture ** Shadowban ** DEFINITION: Hidden from others (app/social) ORIGIN: 2010s ** Sickening ** DEFINITION: Incredibly amazing ORIGIN: 2010s drag ** Side ** DEFINITION: Gay man who prefers not to have anal sex ORIGIN: 2010s non-top/bottom discourse ** Side eye ** DEFINITION: Subtle disapproval expression ORIGIN: 2010s ** Side piece ** DEFINITION: Secondary / casual partner ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Sir ** DEFINITION: Dominant title (leather/BDSM) ORIGIN: Leather/BDSM ** Sis (queer usage) ** DEFINITION: Friendly address, often between gay men ORIGIN: AAVE and queer slang ** Sissy ** DEFINITION: Effeminate boy/man; insult ORIGIN: Long-standing English insult ** Size queen ** DEFINITION: Gay man who prefers large penises ORIGIN: Mid-late 20th century gay sexual slang ** Slay ** DEFINITION: Doing something exceptionally well ORIGIN: 1970s-1980s ballroom; popularized by RuPaul/Beyonce ** Sling ** DEFINITION: Leather/metal sex sling ORIGIN: Leather scene ** Sling Pig ** DEFINITION: Person who loves sling play ORIGIN: Kink ** Snow queen ** DEFINITION: Gay man (often Black) attracted to white men ORIGIN: 1990s US ** Snowballing ** DEFINITION: Passing semen mouth-to-mouth ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Sober only ** DEFINITION: No drugs/alcohol ORIGIN: 2010s–present ** Soft block ** DEFINITION: Subtle block/unfollow ORIGIN: 2010s ** Soft boy / Soft Gay ** DEFINITION: Sensitive, emotional, gentle gay man ORIGIN: 2010s–2020s aesthetics ** Soft Launch ** DEFINITION: Subtle introduction of a new partner online ORIGIN: 2020s social media ** Spill the Tea ** DEFINITION: Reveal gossip ORIGIN: Ballroom culture ** Spiritual gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man focused on spirituality/wellness ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s ** Squirrel friends ** DEFINITION: Group of gay friends ORIGIN: 2010s, US drag culture ** Squish ** DEFINITION: Innocent, non-romantic infatuation ORIGIN: Recent ** Stats? ** DEFINITION: Asking for height/weight/age ORIGIN: Early hookup apps ** STEM gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man in science/tech/engineering/math ORIGIN: 2010s–2020s ** Sticky rice ** DEFINITION: Gay Asian man attracted to other Asian men ORIGIN: 1990s US/Asian communities ** Story thirst ** DEFINITION: Sexy Instagram story ORIGIN: 2010s ** Straight-acting ** DEFINITION: Gay man who presents as stereotypically straight ORIGIN: Late 20th-century bar/personal-ad slang ** Sub ** DEFINITION: Submissive partner ORIGIN: BDSM culture ** Sup? ** DEFINITION: Minimalist opener ORIGIN: Early app culture ** Swish ** DEFINITION: Effeminate ORIGIN: US, mid-20th century ** Switch ** DEFINITION: Enjoys both top and bottom / dom and sub ORIGIN: 1990s BDSM/gay sex ** Tap ** DEFINITION: Quick like/interest signal on apps ORIGIN: Grindr/Scruff feature ** Tea ** DEFINITION: Gossip or truth ORIGIN: Early 20th century tearooms → 1990s ballroom ** Tea dance ** DEFINITION: Daytime dance event, often Sunday afternoon ORIGIN: Mid-20th-century gay social events ** Tea room ** DEFINITION: Public restroom used for anonymous sex ORIGIN: Mid-20th century US slang ** Tea-room queen ** DEFINITION: Man who frequents tea rooms for sex ORIGIN: Mid-20th century ** Thirst Trap ** DEFINITION: Sexy photo posted to attract attention ORIGIN: 2010s social media ** Thirsty ** DEFINITION: Desperate for attention or sex ORIGIN: AAVE / internet slang ** Tomgirl ** DEFINITION: Boy with feminine traits ORIGIN: Recent (opposite of tomboy) ** Tongzhi ** DEFINITION: LGBTQ member in Chinese ORIGIN: 1980s, from "comrade" ** Top ** DEFINITION: Dominant or inserting partner ORIGIN: Mid-20th century sexual positions ** Torso pic ** DEFINITION: Shirtless body photo ORIGIN: App culture ** Trade ** DEFINITION: Masculine-presenting hookup partner (historic & modern) ORIGIN: Early 20th-century Polari/US → 2000s apps ** Trade queen ** DEFINITION: Man obsessed with picking up trade ORIGIN: Bar slang ** Traveling ** DEFINITION: Looking for hookups while traveling ORIGIN: App culture ** Twilight ** DEFINITION: To leave a bar/scene quietly or fade out socially ORIGIN: Localized bar slang ** Twink ** DEFINITION: Young, slim, smooth gay man ORIGIN: 1960s-1970s (possibly from Twinkie snack) ** Twink death ** DEFINITION: Idea that a twink loses desirability with age ORIGIN: 2010s internet slang ** Twunk ** DEFINITION: Muscular twink (twink + hunk) ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s ** U=U ** DEFINITION: Undetectable = Untransmittable ORIGIN: ** UB2 ** DEFINITION: “You be too” (HIV-negative) ORIGIN: App shorthand ** Unblock ** DEFINITION: Reverse block ORIGIN: App feature ** Uncuffing Season ** DEFINITION: Spring breakups ORIGIN: 2010s ** Undetectable (U=U) ** DEFINITION: HIV viral load undetectable ORIGIN: 2010s ** Unicorn ** DEFINITION: Bisexual person, often mythical / rare ORIGIN: 2010s poly/LGBTQ+ slang ** Vada ** DEFINITION: To look at someone ORIGIN: Mid-20th century Polari (from Italian "vedere") ** Verified ** DEFINITION: Profile verified ORIGIN: App feature ** Vers ** DEFINITION: Versatile in top/bottom ORIGIN: 1990s abbreviation ** Village queen ** DEFINITION: Gay man associated with NYC Greenwich Village ORIGIN: Mid-20th century NYC regional ** Vogue / Voguing ** DEFINITION: Stylized dance form from ballroom culture ORIGIN: 1970s–80s Harlem ballroom ** Voyeur ** DEFINITION: Likes watching others ORIGIN: Kink ** Walrus ** DEFINITION: Older, chubby, hairy gay man ORIGIN: 2010s US gay body type slang ** WeHo gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man associated with West Hollywood scene ORIGIN: 1990s–present LA regional ** Werk ** DEFINITION: Exclamation of approval; to perform fabulously ORIGIN: Drag culture; popularized by RuPaul ** Wolf ** DEFINITION: Lean, muscular, hairy gay man ORIGIN: 2000s bear subculture ** Woof ** DEFINITION: Scruff “like” signal ORIGIN: Scruff app ** Yas / Yass ** DEFINITION: Emphatic yes / enthusiastic approval ORIGIN: 1980s ballroom → viral 2010s ** Zaddy ** DEFINITION: Stylish, attractive older man ORIGIN: 2010s US, blend of "zazzy" and daddy ** Zhuzh / Zhoosh ** DEFINITION: To style, spruce up, or improve appearance ORIGIN: Polari → queer/fashion circles

Same friends have no idea

Personally I don’t think stealthing is ok, I believe clear and concise communication is required, now what you discuss is completely up to you for fantasy and kink sake play along to whatever your heart desires but that needs to be outlined, the repercussions of not communicating can be devastating. So communicate your intentions.

[Author's note : Sometimes I like to put myself in a story written by another author and then see where it leads me. This one is based on part of "A late 80’s pozzing (Part 1)--the set up - Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION - Breeding Zone."] It was 1995 when it happened. I was bisexual and my wife Beth knew it, though she wasn’t happy about it. We had tried a couple of threesomes with other guys, and watching me get fucked really bothered her because I clearly enjoyed bottoming so much. After these episodes, it would be weeks before she would let me fuck her. Add to this the obvious risks: it was the height of the AIDS epidemic. We discussed my needs for man sex and agreed that I would stick to condoms and safe sex practices. Also, she would no longer participate with another guy. Instead, she’d sleep in another room while I enjoyed being with him intimately. So this was what we both expected when I invited Stuart, an incredibly handsome, openly gay man, to our house. Beth understood he would have me that night. He had also recently tested positive for HIV, which he didn’t try to hide. Of course, I shared this with my wife. We both simply assumed I would be careful. That's what I fully intended. She went to bed early in our guest room, leaving the master bedroom for Stuart and me. It didn’t take long for us to begin to play. We stripped naked and I saw his huge cock. Stuart offered me a full body massage and was soon working my back, shoulders, and legs with his oiled hands. He paused to slip a tape into the VCR, which he explained showed him in action with some younger guys. Then he started massaging my ass. I tensed up at first, but he wasn’t going for my hole so I relaxed. Stuart had to get more oil as he was running out of his small bottle. When he got back on me, he straddled my thighs. He worked more oil on my ass cheeks as I watched him getting his boy in a sling on the TV. Stuart was really working my ass nicely and his hands were sliding well into my crack. It felt great. The action on the screen picked up as Stuart lubed his boy’s ass and stuck his finger, then fingers, in and out. The boy was moaning and I was doing the same—although very softly. I wondered who was doing the filming because in the next shot Stuart pressed his dick against the hole, and then gently inside. The camera was very close. Thre was no mistaking the fact that Stuart's cock was bare. “Fuck!” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it was an honest reaction. Stuart said, “Yeah, that is a hot shot.” Stuart and I started to have a naughty conversation. He asked what I thought of his tape. I told him that his private porn was better than anything I had seen – most gay porn by then showed guys fucking with condoms. He continued to massage my ass, fingers rubbing all over. I confessed I was really taken with his video tape: I liked the role playing: he was in charge and the boy was letting him have his way. He simply stated, “Andy, I know you like submitting. Does Beth know that about you when you’re with another guy?” I blushed when I told him that the idea of me bottoming upset her, but I preferred it. Then I admitted that submitting to a dominant top turned me on. I could feel my precum leaking as I said this. Stuart noticed Beth’s pretty watch and her engagement ring, which she had left next to the bed on her nightstand. “Put these on, Andy,” he said. The watch, which I had given Beth for her 35th birthday not long before, was a slender tank-style, with a thin, shiny black leather band, gold case, and delicate roman numerals. The diamond ring sparkled in the light. I liked her to wear them when we made love, as a sign that she was my woman. I slipped them on. It felt weird, very effeminate, but also oddly and really hot. Stuart said, “They fit you perfectly. The watch is so sexy and feminine on you. And the ring is very special. It symbolizes mating and breeding.” “But we’re not gonna to do that,” I said immediately. Stuart just smirked and replied, “If you say so.” He resumed rubbing by ass, giving special attention to my crack and my tight hole. It felt very warm. Stuart’s weight shifted slightly and one of his hands left my ass. I could feel him reaching for more oil, but none was applied to me for a moment. Then he was kneading my ass more aggressively and rubbing his slick fingers over my hole. I was frozen in place. “Stuart, please don’t do anything more without a rubber,” I started to object. He wasn’t hearing anything about stopping. He simply said, “Just let me enjoy your body a bit.” “Beth’s in the other room,” I pointed out. Stuart snickered as he pointed out that she knew exactly what we were going to do. He added that she also implied it was fine by going to sleep in the guest room, which I knew was also true. Stuart went on that this tape was making him really horny—especially with what he called my sexy body underneath him. His slick finger was sliding around my puckered hole. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want,” he promised. “And I never kiss and tell.” Stuart said he was really good at reading men and that I had told him all he needed to know. He leaned forward and his rock-hard dick went between my ass cheeks. Again I froze as he just slowly slid back and forth. He wasn’t fucking me, but I was scared and could feel a cold sweat forming on my chest and under my arms. I glanced at the video and could see a close up of Stuart sliding bareback in and out of the boy’s ass. “My boys love my big dick inside them,” Stuart said smugly. The way that bottom was groaning proved his point. Stuart and I watched the fucking together, both of us breathing a bit harder. Stuart wedged his knees between my legs trying to get them apart. I wasn’t going for that until he gruffly said, “Spread them,” and whacked my ass with his hand. Without thinking about it, I just did what he commanded. “Lift up,” he said as he slid a pillow under my crotch. Again I obeyed. I started pressing my raging hard-on against the pillow while Stuart was grinding between my ass cheeks. The fucking on screen was getting more intense. I could hear Stuart telling the boy that his ass was his and he was going to fill it with his cum. He started to spank the boy hard, making a loud slapping noise. The boy’s high-pitched, girlish voice, whimpering “ah, ah, ah!”, was getting louder and so was the smacking sound. Stuart ordered, “Watch closely, Andy.” He was reaching under my arms to grab my nipples. I was focused on the sensation and the video. So I didn’t pay much attention when he paused rubbing his cock along my crack. On the TV, Stuart pulled out of his boy’s ass and then a huge glob of cum sprayed right against that boy’s still open asshole. In a moment Stuart rammed back inside, telling the boy, “Take my fucking load, cunt!” "Holy, shit!" I exclaimed at this, not really noticing the head of Stuart’s dick was knocking right at my back door. He squeezed my nipples really hard as he pushed, then he eased his grip. My ass tightened, then relaxed. Stuart’s cock head slid in slightly, with me gasping much louder. “Stuart—no!” I grunted. “Not bareback!” He whacked my ass hard with his hand and hissed, “Watch the video—focus on it!” His slick dick – he must’ve oiled it earlier – slid in a few inches right after he smacked my ass. Stuart was pretty much holding still as I adjusted to the intruder. His dick was definitely thicker than any of my other male sex partner’s. I felt stretched and very full. I loved the sensation. I was trembling with fear and excitement. I needed to stop this now! Stuart seemed to understand what I was feeling and he went back to my sensitive nipples and started liccking my ear. Damn! Both of those are major hot spots for me. I turned and we exchanged our first kiss. It was incredibly hot. He was just nudging his cock back and forth a bit; I was responding by opening up to him. My ass felt warm and full. I couldn’t believe how good his bare cock felt inside me. It had been several years since I took anothe rman raw. Stuart was sliding in—it felt amazing! As his torso was longer than mine, he was able to lick my ear and whisper darkly to me. Stuart told me how hot I was, how badly he wanted me, and more seductive words. He sounded both sincere and in control. I was still trembling and leaking tears as well as precum. He finally reached bottom. I felt his balls against my skin. He kept murmuring words of encouragement and praise while letting me get used to him possessing me. I felt hyper aware—his breathing, his warm chest on my back, his hands on my nipples, Beth’s pretty, effeminate jewelry that fit so perfectly on my small hands. His dick throbbed occasionally deep within me. I could feel it quiver. His hands were now against the top of my shoulders and he pulled me up on my hands and knees. On the VCR tape, Stuart was fucking another guy, in the same position that we were in. The camera was stationary and the sound was unclear. But the action filled the screen so completely that I imagined I was a part of it. Stuart had his hands tightly on my hips. He started to fuck me in earnest, thrusting in and out, filling me with that wonderful warmth a bottom feels when he is being pummeled by a thick cock. With a little trial and error, he found the perfect angle for the fuck—my legs spread but now touching his and the height of my ass allowing him total penetration when he pushed in. My head sank to the bed as he groaned, “This is perfect!” I had seen him breed a boy and, as he picked up the pace, I knew what that boy had felt. I was still really scared! I begged him to put a rubber on, but he said he didn’t have any. “Besides,” he added, “I never cover myself.” He did promise to pull out if I wanted him to. My request for him to “just pull out now” was answered with more slick, hot words and slick hot fucking. I found I had lost the power to say no to him. Stuart knew what he was doing. He made me feel all the things a bottom wants to feel: possessed, appreciated, and desired. Stuart seemed attuned to my every sound and movement. After a while, I was squeezing my ass in rhythm to his thrusts. I am a natural bottom and Stuart was taking full advantage of that. Yes, I might be married to a beautiful woman, but this is what I had been born to do. I am good for a long fuck, too. Stuart settled into reaming me as he wanted. I don’t know if it was the pressure against my prostate or what, but after a while I started to feel something almost weird building within me. My dick was beyond hard, even though I wasn’t touching myself. Indeed, my hands were grabbing the sheets. I stared at the pretty watch and the ring, glittering in the light cast by the bedside lamp. I wondered if this was how Beth felt when I was inside her. I was being transported to a new place of sexual awakening, as I started to “ah, ah, ah” like the boy did in the sling. Stuart was now doing his staccato fucking. “Stuart, Stuart, oh Stuart, you are so sweet to me,” I whimpered. My words and pitch, so sissy-like, took me by surprise. When he asked how I was doing, I told him I never wanted him to stop. It didn’t sound like bad porn lines when Stuart said things like “you like that in your cunt, Andy, don’t you?” and “take my big dick, bitch.” I no longer thought of asking him to pull out. Just the opposite – all I wanted was to feel his warm cum inside me. An intense warmth and pressure built up in my ass. It hit me that I was about to cum. If only I could get Stuart to continue just a little longer, a little longer, a little longer. I begged him to keep fucking me exactly like he was. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m cumming!” I was very loud as I exploded into the pillow beneath me, gobs of my jism leaving the pillow beneath me wet and sticky. Stuart’s hands were like steel on my hips. He shoved in as far as he could go and throbbed like crazy. Stuart hissed, over and over, “take it, bitch!” as he released his load into me. I took it all. Then I collapsed on my stomach, bringing Stuart with me—still within me and, now, through his toxic seed, a part of me. It hit me that we had just mated. Stuart called my name softly and hushed my now flowing tears with gentle words and passionate kisses. He also remained latched to my body, plugging my hole. I was too tired mentally and physically to talk about what he had done—no, what we had done. I had wanted it as much as he did. Then I became aware of another presence. I looked up and saw Beth in the doorway. I didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but she must’ve seen and heard a lot. Her eyes locked on mine. Hers were cold, her expression hard. Then she turned away and shut the door. She knew I had let an HIV positive man cum inside me bareback. Our marriage was over at that moment. I had gone too far to turn back. “I want more,” I said. Stuart kissed me and said, “Next time I will bring my video camera.”

and that is completely honorable, P.T.V.P. It's not asking too much to be completely honest with our (potential) fuckmates; whether in-the-flesh or here on BZ (to a lesser extent, obviously). There's everything right about being honest, and nothing wrong with it; particularly in sexual contexts. If some potential trick doesn't care for some facet of me, that's fine. There are plenty of other holes in the fuckjoint, so each guy can find what he most needs. I too am completely comfortable with being honest about sexual proclivities at the fuckjoints.

This story is fiction, and should be read as such. Parts of the story loosely evolve around some of my own experiences, but mostly is purely my own fantasy. I never experienced anything against my free will, drugged nor exploited against my will or knowledge. That is fantasy to spice up the story. Not even my age in the story is right. If you don’t agree to the theme, including drugs and pozzing, and how the story evolves, you should not read this story. Chapter 1: Berlin “He’s coming to. Give him another booty bump!” a voice said. “No, please!” I begged. “Shut up, faggot!” A hand slapped my face, and someone stuffed a rag in my mouth. My hands were tied and I couldn’t move them. I was blindfolded. Everything was dark. Something big rammed me up my ass, and I thought it was going to rip me in half. I tried to scream but the rag was muffling most of the sound. I was getting forcefully gangbanged by a group of skinheads I have never met before that night. How did this happen? How did I get here? I tried to gather my thoughts, but I felt disoriented and my memory was fuzzy. I was 18 the first time I went to Berlin, fresh out of high school. Actually it was the first time I ever went anywhere abroad without my parents and sister. I was supposed to travel with my boyfriend for two years, but he had broken up with me a couple of weeks earlier. Even if he didn’t want to come, I never told my parents. I don’t think they would have agreed with me traveling by myself anyway. You know, being their only boy and mommy’s little cornerstone and all. No experience from the big and dangerous world. My dad had offered to take me to the airport that morning, but I told him that I would go with Martin, my boyfriend. I never told my parents that we’ve broken up. His uncle was going to drive us. Another lie. I took the train. By myself. To cut the story short, I made it to Berlin. Didn’t have any clue how to get to my pre-booked hotel, that is, the one that Martin had booked for us. I just took a cab. Turned out the hotel was in Schöneberg, which turned out to be the main gay district of Berlin. Actually seeing all the pride flags all over gave me a hard on. When I checked in at the hotel, it was just around noon, and I had no idea what to do, so I signed up for a hop-on-hop-off bus tour, so at least I could say I’ve seen the city. After dinner I wanted to go to a gay bar, as I’ve never been to one before. The first place I walked by with a pride flag on it was Connection Club, but it didn’t seem to open until later. Right next to it was a fetish store. I stopped to look for a moment, but all the fetish stuff they were selling didn’t really interest me, and I really wanted to visit a gay bar for the first time. Prinzknecht right next to it seemed to be open. I stepped inside, and it was actually quite crowded. I went to the counter, where the bartender asked me something in German, which I didn’t understand. Being only 18 I wasn’t much experienced in bars in general either, so I kinda stottered “A beer?” Even forgot the “please”. Noticing my insecurity, and not quite knowing what kind of beer, he just handed me a lager. I paid him and started looking for a place to sit down. I found one spot by the window. I noticed a lot of the men in there staring at me. I was too scared to talk to any of them. That beer probably went down too fast. I ordered another one. Two beers later, still haven’t said a word to anybody. Just noticing that the other guys stared at me from top to bottom. I asked the bartender where the toilet was, and he pointed to the back of the room. I had to pass an awful lot of men to get there. Their eyes were following my every step and movement. I emptied my bladder at the pissoir. Men from the bar walked by me, tried to make eye contact. They continued through an opening in the back of the bathroom and down some stairs. What was there, I thought. The curiosity got the better of me, and I followed. Men were standing in dark corners, like they were waiting for something. I walked into a dark room. It was pit dark as my eyes hadn’t adjusted yet. Someone took my hand a led it towards his crotch. I felt his cock. Another bearded leather guy put his hand on my ass and squeezed it. I moaned, most out of the surprise being groped by strange men. I felt uncomfortable with the whole situation. When a hand moved inside my jeans, and a finger tried to force itself inside my asshole, I panicked. I pulled away, and found my way back to the stairs. I ran back upstairs, moved quickly through the bathroom and the bar and back onto the street. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. That’s when I met Gabriel. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked. I looked up at the hot looking latino. I was about to tell him about my unwanted attention in the basement at the Prinzknecht, but decided not to. For an experienced gay guy this was probably exactly what he would have been expecting in a dark room behind the gay bar. I had read many gay stories and seen videos posted on the internet. Those videos had also turned me on, but never having experienced anything like this, and being all by myself in a gay bar for the first time, it scared me not being in control. So I just told Gabriel that I wanted to get away from two guys who had tried to rob me, and had been chasing me around a couple of blocks. A lie, and Gabriel probably knew it. He could have seen me coming out of Prinzknecht. He was friendly and didn’t show that he didn’t believe my story. He told me that he was originally from Portugal, but that he lived in Berlin. We chatted for a while. He was easy to talk to, and I probably told him way more about myself than I should have. Even about the break up with my boyfriend. He asked me if I was on PrEP, but when I didn’t seem know what that was, he just said “Not important” and blew it off. Then he asked me if I wanted to come over to his place. I didn’t hesitate, and said yes. It was when I entered his apartment he told me that he charged 200 euros for an hour, or 400 for the whole night. “What? You’re an escort?” I asked, being shocked. He had been flirting with me, but I hadn’t expected him to be a prostitute. Being inexperienced, I hadn’t seen the signs. “I don’t have that kind of money,” which was true, being a student at home. I expected Gabriel to be mad at me, but he was calm. Instead he suggested that we went to bar, and continue our conversation. I should have refused and go back to my hotel, but in a strange way I liked Gabriel, so I agreed to his suggestion. We went to bar called Bull. There were not many people there, even at 11 p.m. What I found out later was that Bull didn’t get full until the other bars closed, but I didn’t know that then. Gabriel said he wanted to buy me a drink, and asked me what I wanted. After what had happened on my first day so far, I wanted to be sober and stay in control, so no other surprises would occur. “A coke,” I said. Gabriel stood up and went to the bar. When he was there he talked to a couple of skinheads that he obviously knew. He brought me the coke, said he was sorry, but there was something he had to take care of, but added he would be right back, and went back to the two skinheads. They went into the backroom and were gone for a couple of minutes. After a few minutes he came back to me, and I noticed that he had a big pile of what seemed like 50 euro bills that he put in his pocket. He sat down, and asked me if everything was fine. “Sure,” I said. I didn’t take too much notice of the money he had been given, as I already knew he was an escort, so I guess it was payment for some sexual services. As I was taking sips of my drink, Gabriel was asking me about myself. Before I knew it, my mind was getting fuzzy and I had a hard time focusing on everything around me. That’s when I saw the two skinheads joining us at the table. And that’s when I realized that I had been drugged and that Gabriel had sold me to the skinheads. That’s the last thing I remembered, and now we’re back to where the story started…

let's not get twisted. taking precautions to keep oneself healthy is smart. intentionally risking another persons health secretly/non-consentually is morally wrong. end of. saying anyone who gets bred is taking the risk of being pozzed on himself is = to saying anyone in a sexy outfit deserves to be raped. sorry. stealthing is kinky exactly because the stealther knows it's morally wrong and is getting off on doing something bad. and this is an opinion hill im willing to die on.

Bert Kreischer

I like an old school Rock Hudson. I think he was a big ole bottom though. We probably wouldn’t have been a match. Lol

I went to Club Philly last week with a buddy. I had never been there before but I've heard it is a friendly fun place. My buddy and I went on a Wednesday evening since we were in town on business. I figured if I didn't find anyone there my buddy and I could always fuck as he is a vers bottom and I'm a top. I didn't know it was 1/2 price day and was happy to get in for less $ than I thought. The guy checking us in asked if this was our first time since we were talking about it to one another. Yes we both answered. He explained the club lay out and said today is a good day as there are a couple dozen guys here already. We got our lockers and undressed. I wandered around the club. Watching some guys at the slurp ramp getting sucked. I wandered upstairs and checked out the rooms. Several guys were naked with the doors open. Once guy had his face buried in the bed and his ass up and ready. There was lube next to him. I dropped my towel and let my hard on breathe. I was so horny I wanted to plug that hot hole. I lubed my cock a bit and rubbed around his hole. He moaned in anticipation. I slide inside. Warm wet (he had a couple loads inside) and ready for me. I fucked and fucked. He kept moaning and begging for my load. At one point another guy wandered over to us and rubbed his body against my back. I took some long strokes and a final thrust and my load jumped out into his hole. We both groaned and I was moaning loudly as I came. I pulled slowly out thanked him and wondered off. I wasn't done. I was still horny and found the sling room. A guy was laying on it stroking his dick playing with his hole. I walked up and slide inside. I fucked awhile but wasn't ready to cum. A minute later I was in this dark room with xxx videos playing. A older guy came over and started to suck my cock. He turned around and spread his ass cheeks. He had seen me fucking and wanted to get some dick and cum. I gently pushed him near a table where he leaned over and I slid inside. My vers/bottom bud was on the table getting really plowed by this big bear guy with a huge dick. We smiled at each other and I stuffed my new buddy with cock. I fucked his ass and pounded to the rythm of my buddy getting fucked. I shot another load. My buddy shot a load as his partner unloaded in him. I ended up fucking 4 holes and dropping 3 loads. My bud came down and said he was tired and I agreed. We left very satisfied. Now I know why they call Philadelphia the "city of brotherly love" it is so friendly. LOL

Thanks to Breedingzone, I've slowly become more accepting of my need to give Men pleasure in every way I can. This site especially helped my desire to be an anon hotel cumdump. Reading & stroking to your stories helped me find the courage to visit my first gloryhole years ago, and much more. Thanks to all of you who post, I finally lived one of my fantasies in Nashville Monday night. As luck would have it, work was having an event there in Music City Tuesday & Wednesday. Well, why not go Monday, get my own hotel away from everyone, and put my soft, cushy fat ass up for tops to breed? While I've had a few random hookups, its less than 20 in my 53 years of age. After reading so many of your hot AF stories about this kind of scene and of course all the bb cumdump porn I could find, I wanted to be an anon bb slut for once myself. Searching online, the Comfort Inn located near Downtown seemed perfect. Inspired from all your wonderfully perverted adventures, I made sure there was easy parking. I also verified via Google Maps that here were room doors accessible directly to the parking lot. I did have one impromptu inspiration of my own - sliding the room key between the door lock & jam to keep it push-open ready - but I digress. A quick Uber to a liquor store and pharmacy provided not only internal cleaning supplies but lube & vodka...both sexual and social lubricants. I prepped and put on my jockstrap. I posted on the apps.I threw a black t-shirt over the bedside light to darken the room nicely. Now I waited. Sniffies provided Cock 1, a decently in shape Latino who just wanted a blowjob. Well, I'm here to serve, so once I saw him located close & he messaged me as such I sent him the room & got on my knees just inside the doorway with my hands behind my back. It was hot as fuck watching the door push open without resistance... a stranger visiting a cumdump... and I was the cumdump. In stepped a early 30s 5"10 medium build Latino wearing what appeared to be mechanics clothes. He looked down at me with a smile as he kicked off his work boots, stripped off his jeans & boxers to step up and place his cock in my open mouth. Hot. I slowly began to suckle on his head, gently. Respectfully. Working my tongue. Getting it wet. Then relaxing my lips enough to slip maybe 1/4 inch more of his soft cock in my mouth. Slowly tightening. Gently suckling. Once it's nice and wet I repeat.. relax the lips but not break contact..slip a little more dick in... repeat. Lick. Suckle. Wet. Repeat. By the time I'm at 3 inches he's eleciting a moan and now fully hardened to 5" and saying "Fuuuuuuck" as he's fully engulfed in my mouth while I'm suckling like a calf on a teet. At this point, I begin to start sliding my mouth slowly up the length of his shaft now that it's fully hard and fairly slick. Working my tongue on the underside as I do. He's moaning and calling me a good cocksucker. I continue these slow strokes, twisting my head & mouth slowly in variable weaves that I'm sure all you cocksuckers know. He places a hand on the back of my head, starting to guide me. I moan to show my appreciation. He moans again from the vibrations of my own moans reverberating from my mouth onto his cock. At this point, I switch between the weaves and slow, inching-up-the-shaft suckling continue. This is simply how I suck cock, so for the next cocks we'll just call this The Technique(™️) to save time. Men seem to REALLY like it. 😊 Needless to say, after this kind of cock worshipping it was only a few more minutes until he pumped his Latino cum into my appreciative mouth. Back to the apps. About an hour later Cock 2, an early 20s black top wanted to fuck... so of course I gave him the location. Again, I waited on my knees. Again, it was hot as fuck watching the door swing open again. Sure enough... in stepped a stocky mid 20s guy who promptly stripped & stepped up to feed me his cock. Needless to say, I applied The Technique(™️) for about 5 minutes, enjoying his moans before breaking my grip & telling him it's time to fuck me. It's 5" and a little thick so I simply stood up, applied some lube to both of us, and got on the edge of the bed. He began to slowly push & pull a little at a time until... Fuuuuck... you gotta love feeling that moment your pussy finally gives in and accepts the cock. To help reach this, I began to back up slowly while forcing my hole to open. Damn that felt good. Together, we slowly worked that dick for about 5 minutes before I begged him to pound my cushy ass. Of course he complied, grabbing my hips and throwing the dick. Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. This is what I needed. He pumped me like this for about another 4 minutes as I ground my pussy beck on that cock. before telling me he was going to cum. I quickly lowered my hips a bit which enabled me go from horizontal fucking to nowvmy pussy going up on his cock. Squeezing and milking as he pumped his cum in me. Fuck yeah. Back to the apps. Sniffies. Cock 3: Another 20s black cock wanting to fuck. Back to the position. He's wearing a security uniform. Jackpot. With my hands behind my back again I say "I'm truly sorry officer. Please. I'll do anything you say to not get in trouble for this. Anything. " He chuckles as he gets naked, but he doesn't know I Just determined to show this man RESPECT. So, before applying The Technique™️ I slowly start to lick my way up and down the shaft.. working my way around the circumference and underside.. again hands behind my back. I start to say things like "Thank you for giving me a chance, officer. I promise I'll show you I'll do as I'm told" & Please, don't tell my family what I did, Sir". Now I lick his balls thoroughly before applying The Technique(™️)... but even MORE respectfully. More appreciative moans. More suckling of this hard black cock. It's 6 and decent thickness as he grabs my hair and starts to fuck my mouth. Yes, Sir! I'm doing my best to moan as he's thrusting my mouth full of young dick. I'm loving it, and from his occassional "Fuck yeahs", he is too. He holds his cock down my throat. I suckle hard. Long. Like 3 minutes with my mouth full of dick. He slides out and I tell him it's time to fuck. Climbing on the bed, he's able to slide in easier and we get right to fucking. He's grabbing my hips, I'm working my pussy back on him. He's thrusting. I'm gripping. "Fuck officer, thank you Sir. I told you I would be a good boy for you, Sir". He grabs my hair and thrusts harder and squirts his cum in me. So. Fucking. Hot. At this point. It's 1am an time to call it as In did have work to get to in the morning. As I laid there, stroking my cock through my jock thinking about what a cumdump I just was, I felt proud (with the cum that just now slowly began to leak from me). Finally. Thanks for reading about my first cumdump experience, and especially thanks to all you sexy perverts for sharing your hot AF stories! You never know who or what you're inspiring. I'm cumming to Salt Lake City February 4th -7th, and looking for my first experience with BDSM and gangbangs. If you live in the area, maybe you'd like to help show me... or at least experience The Technique(™️) and fuck me as well.

Exactly. As adult, everyone should know the risks of bareback sex. And be responsible for himself.

Happened yesterday. Working from home, and have been battling the urge for quite a while. Started with some porn, daddies and slings and dildos, huge cocks and cum dripping holes. It started to get away from me, lube and a butt plug. The the stash came out. Just one shard of T in my ass can't hurt. That burn is a real thing, and it amplify's the craving. Now i am on my hook up site - filtered to monster and large cock. Im still telling myself, not a good idea, maybe just smoke a rock and work the butt plug in and out till I shoot. One rock - never happens. Three in I have messaged Mr Big Dick, Im in a very slutty mood I let him know, if you like my profile, come over. A quick bit of chat and I am down the road to meet him. He follows me back to my house and walks in the door. Smiles. I promised you my clothes would come off immediately, so lets go downstairs. I get naked and smoke another rock, wishing I had poppers to add. Mr Big Dick is HARD, and THICK and way to much to get in my mouth. More rock, and I try harder to swallow him as he lays on his back. He has a great smile but a dirty dom streak - telling my to suck his balls - I do, suck his cock - I am in heaven. I suck for a while, I spin around and put the butt plug in, Mr Big Dick works my hole. I have to drink some water and then I slobber more on his cock and balls, his so fucking huge stiff cock and tight ball sac. Now, I tell him, I want that cock in my ass. Beg he says, smiling. Please, please let me sit on your cock - yes he says. I blast 2 rocks, spinning, i straddle over top of hm, lube his monster and start sliding down. ITs FUCKING THICK. I slide, I push a bit, I jump off, smash a big rock, Im back, and, i get him in my fuck hole, its a stretch, its so goooood. Slight pause, reposition my legs, hes thrusting up, Im just barely taking him, buy I want him and make it happen. Fuck, ass full of thick stiff cock, buried in me. Hes smiling, I am out of my mind. Move my legs and now, I am riding him, up and down squeezing on the up slide looking at his face as he feels me working his cock; stopping , squeezing, riding. Now I need more from him - I want you to Fuck ME now, smile from him, beg. I hope off, smash two rocks and with smoke leaking from my mouth, i get on my knees, ass up look over my shoulder and say - I beg you, pleasseee, put your monster fucking cock in my slutty hole and fuck me. Now I get it all, its bordering on brutal, painful, but oh fuck, spun and loving the ass pounding. He drops me flat, on my belly, and fucks me more. Its been a while, need a short break but my ass is greedy so immediately I grab the butt plug. Wait he says, do your smoke. Its a big rock, im holding smoke he says, come here on your knees, Hes standing, put that toy in your ass, and taste your ass by sucking my cock. Never before, zero hesitation, Its good, im spun, sucking a huge cock from my ass with a butt plug jackhammering in and out of my slut hole. Good slut he says, your a pig - also new for me, also love being called that. He turns and I notice he has a sexy small round ass, before he tells me, I smile, I pull his ass cheeks apart and tounge fuck his hole with everything I have. Spun, ass to mouth cock sucker, ass eating fuck slut. Fuck I love being a bad boy - and now I need more days off, more rock, and more big cocks to worship, and fuck my hole.

My regular fuckbuddy I talked about in my last post before texted me that he’s horny af and wanted to unload his balls in me. I replied without hesitation that I was going to prepare myself. He was still at work, close to the end of his shift. After a bit more than one hour he showed up. We started to kiss and soon I found myself on my knees face fucked. We went to my bedroom, he ordered me on my stomach and my ass up and started to eat my ass. After a nice rimming he rubbed his cock to my hole and shoved it inside. He was super verbal and fucked me hard. No. Hard is not a precise word. He fucked the life out of me. I have never ever was fucked like this. It was supernatural. I was nothing but a hole, only for his pleasure. He didn’t just fucked me. He used me. He continuously asked me if I wanted his load, wanted my hole destroyed. He called me whore and cheap cumdump. He became faster and harder, was moaning even louder and then he exploded in my hole. He was coming for five minutes. And with every pulsating he pushed his big dick deeper. We started to chat and it lasted about for an hour. I gave him a deep tongue kiss and we started to kiss passionately. I felt his bone, jumped on him and Insat on his again rock hard dick. I rode him like a crazy jockey. I sat deep on his dick and I felt like insatiable urge to be destroyed again. He grabbed me, turned us to my back. My legs were on his shoulders and he fucked me brutally. Layer he turned me on my stomach and continued this brutal fucking for an hour. The rest of his cum leaked out as he fucked it out. My hole is still buzzing. It’s an amazing feeling.

More and more I’m thinking, I should have some first hand knowledge of this place. You say they’re not the cutest, but I can’t think of anything more attractive about a man than seeing him drop his pants as he approaches because his cock is hard and his nuts full of cum seeking release. That’s much more important than cute tome, any hour of the day.

The video had a loud yell. "Ahhh take my cum bitch........I'm going to fill you with my charged seed", the top yelled "OHHHHHH yes cum in me make me pregnant please Daddy", the bottom guy yelled We both watched the last 30 seconds as the top came in the barely legal boy under him. The camera zoomed in as the top pulled out his huge cock. The hole gaping started to leak a lot of cum. The bottom was pushing out. It was hot. My cock was throbbing watching this. The video ended. I looked at the clock it was after 3am. "OMG it's late. I better get to bed. I have to wake up early go to class", I said standing up "Thank you for joining me tonight. I had a wonderful time. I hope you did too", he said in a questioning way "I did " I replied in a shy way looking down He walked and gave me a warm hug. "Thank you again", Rick said hugging me. His cock still turgid rubbing and leaking cum on my stomach, my cock was still a little hard leaking on his leg. His hands hugging my back worked their way down to my ass and held them softly. I hugged him with my hands lightly around his back. My faced in his chest area smelling his strong man scent and odor from his armpits. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it towards his pits as I breathed in. His scent was so manly and strong. My faced pushed into his pit and his musky scent now all over my nose and part of my face. My head got a little light headed and my cock started to get hard. "We better get going, we are leaking all over each other" Rick said laughingly as he looked down at me and brushed my cheek with his soft hand. He gave me a soft kiss on my lips. We parted and I went to my bedroom. My cock was still hard. I had cum on me from my cock and his. I hesitated but wiped it up with my finger and ate the cum both his and mine. I was still aroused and couldn't fall asleep. I started reflect on the night, watching the gay porn, seeing the bottom taking that huge cock up his ass, begging the top to cum in him, Rick's body, his cock, touching my perinium, his scent, the way he touch and manipulated my body it was all too much. I started to stroke my cock again. His scent was now on me. I licked his sweat off my upper lip it tasted salty. Only a few pumps in I started to shoot cum all over my stomach. Another intense orgasm. Instead of grabbing a towel or tissue, I scooped it up with my finger and ate all my cum. Rick was right, I shouldn't waste it. I fell fast asleep.

Great description on this place

maybe the desire part, knowing that my bottom really likes and wants want i'm doing and giving

I started taking loads in my early teens, so around 1983. I can count on one hand the number of times anyone used a condom. I have always loved the feeling of a man unloading in me. I met my husband in the late 90s and we were monogamous for 16 years. We never got tested until we opened our relationship to start PrEP. I take PrEP vacations now every few months.

Chapter 6 – All Things Must End Chapters 1 through 5 tell about my friend, Zak, setting up an abduction scene for me. I was blindfolded, stripped, and driven to an unknown location. There, I was thrown into a sling and had my ass expertly worked over. Zak is not ready to fist me while another stud fists Zak. Zak attacked my ass from a standing position so that the hairy guy could have easy access to his hole while he fisted me. He played around with my ass while the guy behind him worked his ass over. I could see how pleased he was to get his hole worked over and heard him grunt as the guy’s fist penetrated his hole. Zak let him work around in his ass before he returned attention to mine. Zak knows how I like it, but he had never played in my ass when it was this open and ready. He usually slides his hand in just past the wrist while twisting around, but my greedy hole swallowed his hand and pulled it into my ass. He looked up at me as his hand slid deeper and deeper into my ass. Obviously, he was also distracted by what was going on in his ass, so I figured I'd use his arm as my fuck toy. I hooked my feet around the uprights of the sling and started to work my body back and forth on his hand. He stood there, feeding me his fist while he was getting his ass worked over by the guy behind him. I stopped my movements, leaving him deep inside me, and reached for the poppers. Zak smiled at me as I uncapped the brown bottle. This time, they weren’t for me but were for him. I leaned down (fuck, that moved his hand thrillingly inside me!) and held one nostril closed while I put the bottle under his nose. One hit in each nostril, then a final snort through his open mouth, and he would be flying. I capped the bottle and laid back in the sling, ready to see Zak go ass crazy. The guy fisting him knew what to do once the poppers hit. He began to really work Zak’s hole. I could see Zak rocking back and forth as the guy delved deep into Zak’s ass. Of course, that movement caused a corresponding movement of the hand Zak had embedded in me. Zak then started to ride the guy’s fist. I could see that guy grinning up at me as Zak moved his body on the guy’s fist and kept working his hand in my ass too. We were all enjoying the ride. I looked over and saw the older guy was fucking the shaved guy while sucking the smooth young guy’s cock. We all had something going on with our cocks, asses, or mouths. This gave me an idea, which I proposed to the others. I wanted to do a fisting circle, where we were all fisting and getting fisted at the same time. It’d require some coordination, but it would be a lot of fun trying even if we didn’t succeed in making it happen. My ass was plugged with a toy, as was Zak’s. No need to waste our gapes. Then we started opening the other guys up. I went for the hairy guy who had been fisting Zak. Hairy asses are a favorite of mine, and I knew I’d enjoy it. The shaved guy told us that he was well opened from the fucking, and he started working over the guy who had been fucking him. That left Zak with the guy in his 30s. We played like this for a while. Poppers were snorted, and asses were opened. I really enjoyed shoving my paw into my guy’s hairy hole. It took some doing to get him opened up, but we made it happen. Once he was ready, I pulled my hand out of him, and we went over to the shaved guy, who was now embedded in the hairy guy’s ass. My guy slid his fist into the shaved guy's after a little bit of work. I guess he really was opened up from the fucking! I went in front of the guy being fisted by the shaved guy. He pulled the plug out of my ass and then slid his hairy hand inside. He had big hands, but they weren’t as big as the earlier guy. Soon, Zak and young guy joined us. At this point, we were fisting in a line. Zak, who was in the front, slid off the fist in him and moved to the back to fist the hairy guy. We played like this until our knees gave out and we all collapsed on the warehouse floor. It was covered in lube and sweat. This was going to be the end of the fun. The guy who owned the place sent us off to his bathroom, where we could shower up. They all got dressed, but my clothes were ruined from the abduction scene, so I rode back to Zak’s naked. He had some clothes there that I could wear home, but we first took a nap together to recover. I woke up when Zak’s cock was in my ass. He gave me a sweet load, then I dressed and drove home. It was an awesome night!

He told me how he learned about getting HIV and was scared and angry. He got on meds and didn't care for the side effects. He learned to live with HIV by just taking care of his general health and found a new community including a community of people who wanted to only or at least primarily play with HIV positive people and tops were even in more demand. During our talk my cock stayed rock hard and leaking. The porn was still playing and the moaning and slapping of the fucking kept emanating from the gay porn on the TV. "You mean some guys just want to have sex with HIV positive guys? Do they wear condoms?", I asked with a shocking face "No, they don't. In fact you will find a lot of HIV tops don't fuck with condoms. I don't. ", Rick responded confidently "Really? So you just give others HIV?", I asked "Well yes and no. I fuck guys bare only. It's more natural and intimate. I can feel the bottoms pussy. Second, it's difficult to stay hard with a condom on. Do you fuck your gf with a condom? What about hook up with other women in the past?", he said debating me "You are right it feels way better and I had issues too staying hard after a while and even cumming sometimes", I said agreeing with Rick Rick wanted us to take another shot and drink beer before we continued our conversation. I was still buzzing but partook in the shot and beer. My head was now light and buzzing. My body relaxed, except for my cock which was still rock hard. "Second, once I start fucking a bottom, I cum in them. Always. I don't pull out." Rick said in a matter of fact way. "And most of the guys want to have sex with me knowing I have HIV", Rick said smiling and stroking his rock hard cock. I stared at his huge cock and when he saw I turned away to the TV. The bottom was moaning so much and writhing under the top. "I can see your cock is hard and you are leaking so much.", Rick said "Why don't you take your cock out and stroke it. It is looking for some attention. Go on its only us dudes" Rick said I pulled down my briefs and started stroking my cock. Precum was dripping down my cock. Our eyes locked and he stared at my cock too. "Ans some guys seek me out to get fucked by me and take my POZ load in their ass", Rick said stroking "Are you for real? They want to have you cum in their ass with your POZ cum? Why? Doesn't that mean they will get AIDS and shorten their life?", I said "It means that they may get HIV which can lead to AIDS. Having HIV doesn't mean you will get AIDS. HIV doesn't take as easy as you think. There are some bottoms who have taken multiple loads and still never got HIV." Rick said as a matter of fact He went on, "And for some men want to be free. They want to take POZ cum and not worry about HIV. They want to listen to their body's desires. Some even chase it" he said "Chase HIV" I asked "Yes they want to get infected so they can get past worrying about it and fuck freely and have sex with anyone they want and not worry", he said "Many like me didn't chase it but we get it eventually and then live with it and embrace it. I got it before PrEP. I've also seen some that once they get it, then they chase it. ", Rick said "Both of those sounds weird and don't make sense, especially the last one. Why chase it after you get it?", I said in scoffing way "I don't know. I only know that I have seen bottoms that once they get POZ cum in them crave it. It's something interesting and special to see. It's like their body needs it and they become addicted to it." Rick said stroking his cock I didn't realize I was still slowly massaging and rubbing my cock too. Precum was leaking over it and my hand was slick now. "Like look at the bottom on the screen. The top porn star is publicly known to have HIV and they are fucking bareback. The bottom actor knows for sure but look how he is enjoying it.", Rick said I looked and watched the video. The bottom looked so ecstatic and full of pleasure. My cock was throbbing right now. On screen the bottom started to beg the top to cum in him. I was stunned and aroused. "Do you jack off a lot", Rick asked "Once a week maybe two", I replied "I would think you wouldn't need to with your gf", Rick said I paused and thought about it and wanted to be honest. The alcohol made me more relaxed and less defensive. "Yeah but a guy needs his one needs sometimes. Pussy is good but only a guy knows how to handle cock. I have been less interested in having sex with her lately. It doesn't arouse me anymore. Even have a difficult time staying hard.", I said "I couldn't agree more. Our bodies are different and we have different pleasure points and now what our cock and bodies need.", Rick said smiling. "Looks like you don't have a problem staying hard now" Rick said smiling and stroking his huge meat.

Started off fucking raw with my teen buddies. We didn’t think anything of using condoms. We couldn’t ask parents to buy them, they didn’t hand them out for free. My teenage lizard brain was all about getting fucked and bred by my fellow teammates and high school buddies. Assumed everyone was safely “negative” so fucking raw was ok. It wasn’t until I left to go to university that condoms became something of a requirement for fucking. Too much risk with a new population of fuckbuds from different areas/different experiences. I was becoming increasingly promiscuous so safe sex was unfortunately something I kept with. It was always hot asking a top to just put his tip inside my hole. It would then lead to sliding his entire shaft up my hole and holding it there. I’d beg for them to not cum inside me, pull out slide on condom and resume fucking. Eventually, I had a few tops not pull out quick enough and shoot their loads inside me. It as risky as fuck, but felt so good and it made me crave the hot bareback sex I had in my earlier youth. I finally just stopped asking for tops to use condoms.

I've had a few CNC sessions that are amazing and always interesting. I've even set them up for other bottoms. In reality though deep down you know your limits might get pushed but in the end you will be fine. One experience I had was completely out of my control and extremely erotic. It was only my 2 or 3rd time renting a hotel room and hosting anon guys. At this time I was still playing safe and asked all guys to use condoms. It was getting late on a Friday and I had only had maybe 7 or 8 cocks that day. I was trying to cum while getting fucked but the last guy was too quick and left me even more horny. I didn't have much hope for another anon cock so I poured a couple drinks and started checking sites for one last fuck. After about an hour I got a message on squirt from a guy I had chatted with a bunch but never met. He asked if I was looking now and said he was free in a bit. I looked back at all our chats and his profile. He was a dom top and was super hot. Looking back at our chats I realized I had talked a big game as a bottom thinking I would never hook up with him because he was poz undetectable. He was 57yo, 6,2 225lbs with a fat tattooed uncut cock. I don't know if it was the drinks or i was just buzzed on cock but I agreed to play if he used a condom. We didn't talk much more about what was going to happen. He instructed me to leave the door cracked and not to look at him when he came in. I can remember the absolute rush hearing him come in put his things down and undress. He spent an hour tying me in different positions and feeding me his fat cock. He was very rough and I was on cloud 9 being tied and abused by this guy. Finally he had me tied tight on the bed face down. He stood in front of me stroking stroking his semi hard cock showing me the devil horns tattoo on his head with flames down the shaft. He rubbed his precum on my gagged lips and opened a condom from the night stand. I watched tied and helpless as he layer the unused rubber in front of my face and started to climb on the bed. He told me it wouldn't be a real rape if I got to make rules. Realizing now what he was going to do i tried to clench my hole to keep his semi hard cock out. He must have liked my resistance because he was instantly as hard as an iron rod and shoving into my well fucked hole. While he started pounding my hole I kept thinking he was probably just pushing my limits and would pull out. Soon after I realized he was cumming deep in my ass. He pulled out and stood in front of me showing me his cum covered dick. He untied me enough he could lead me around the room and have me collect every used rubber laying around with my mouth and set them on an end table. I was bent over ass up while he used his fingers to shove all the used condoms in my hole. After a good tongue bath of his cock and balls he tied me down for load 2. When he was done he untied me packed up and left. It took me a long time to unpack what happened.

Thursday 2:43 am “First load of the night, and many more to come.” “Your hole is damn near perfect, Drew. Look at how creamy my cock is after pulling out. Come clean it off.” Uncle Jack grabbed the back of Drew’s head and directed him back onto the cock that was just inside him. No hesitation from Drew as he takes Jack in his hand, admires how it looks, and then swallows him all the way down, gagging slightly from the size invading his throat. “Yeah, boy, milk the last drops and get it clean. Taste your sweet ass and my cum.” “Fuck, why does it taste so good?” “I know. It’s ‘cause you’re spun, baby. When the cum mixes inside, it makes it all extra tasty.” I watch Drew lovingly lap up Jack’s big cock. The boy is already dickmatized, and I can already tell he’s going to want Jack inside him all the time. That potent mix of cock, cum, and Tina will be imprinted in Drew’s head from here on out. Jack isn’t rock hard anymore, but his dick is still chubby and starting to get floppy, perfect for sliding down a boy’s throat. My dick is longer than Jack’s, but he’s got more girth, especially around the middle. It’s like it gets wider in that section, helping him to stay plugged inside a boy better. I start to massage Drew’s shoulder while I give Jack a deep, sloppy kiss. As I do this, Drew takes my own growing cock and swallows it as well, giving me goose bumps. Drew is riding that great line between high and horny. As much as I want to keep going, I tap Drew’s shoulder to get his attention. Knowing we have a few days means we can take our time, luxuriating in our sleaziness. Though compared to how things usually go, it’s pretty tame so far. Drew smiles at me as he massages his wrists. First time in restraints can be a bit rough, but it’s a great way to keep spun bottoms from constantly playing with their dicks. In the beginning, the bottom needs to focus on their pussy, making sure to get it wide and open so that they can get increasingly bigger dicks and hands. Probably not this time, but it would be good to put Drew’s dick in a cage. We love seeing a caged bottom leaking precum everywhere, or even cumming while he’s all locked up. Drew’s still hard even with all the drugs he’s taken–this boy is a natural. But it doesn’t matter even if at some point he starts to get Tina dick. The important thing is that we train his hole and get him spun this way to Tuesday. Plus, I love sucking on Tina dick. For some bottoms, their Tina dick can be extra sensitive. I also have a feeling that it’s going to turn Drew on to watch his daddy and uncle suck on his soft dick. Maybe he’ll be one of those chem bottoms that cums when they’re soft. It’s important to teach bottoms to not to feel shame about how their body responds. Soft, hard–it’s all fair game. We talk about loads and cumming, but it’s how we get there. We’ll milk Drew of his loads, but mainly for lubing up our own cocks. Nothing goes to waste. “Drew, let’s go into the kitchen and get you hydrated. Your Uncle Jack always has smoothies ready.” “Be sure to keep my load inside, Drew. Let it soak your insides.” I help Drew up and give his fat ass another smack. God, I love men’s asses. The way they’re shaped, the feel of them, parting them to see the hole, planting my face in them. I’m obsessed. Especially when it’s on a smooth bottom boy; it gets my engines revved. I take Drew’s hand and lead him to the kitchen. The fireplace is still going, giving the apartment a nice glow and warmth. As Jack gets the smoothies, I use the time to get to know Drew a little more. “So you started talking to Uncle Drew a month or two ago. Did you already know about partying? “Just from seeing some profiles, but then I started to look for videos online of guys partying and fucking bareback. It was such a turn on to see them. I don’t know what specifically turns me on, but I wanted to try it so badly. I just wasn’t sure how to go about it, and I wasn’t sure I could just trust anyone. So I’m glad I ran into Uncle Jack.” “And how about barebacking and taking loads?” “I’ve been into it ever since I first snuck on my brother’s computer and started looking at gay porn. I was only looking for videos with raw fucking. Or even better, videos where they start with condoms and then take them off. There’s something so sleazy about it.” “Yeah, it’s the only way for men to fuck other men and boys. It’s so fucking intimate and connected, sharing your seed. And especially if you’re poz, it really is a gift.” “That actually makes it even hotter for me. I don’t know where it comes from in my brain or why it turns me on so much, but all I know is that I want it. I need it.” “We’ll give it to you for sure, Drew. There’s no doubt about it.” “Here you go. One for you, Drew, and one for daddy. It’s just fruit and juice, nothing else. It’ll help you last longer, especially as we amp things up.” “It feels amazing to be inside you, baby. Your boy hole wrapped tight around my cock. Cheers.” “The feeling of my cock sliding into a boy for the first time is such a turn on. So smooth, eager, horny for it. Watching it stretch the hole tight, skin on skin, nothing between us. It’s the best.” Hearing that made Drew’s cock jump a little. I down my smoothie and step over to Drew to turn him around. I gently bend him over the counter, and using my right hand, I part his cheeks to get a better look at his hole. “You can keep drinking your smoothing, baby. I just want to see how your boy hole is doing.” I lift Drew’s right leg and put his knee up on the counter. He’s obscenely spread out in the kitchen, naked, and glistening. I can see a line of Jack’s cum dripping down his leg, and the lips of his hole are slightly swollen from being pounded for a few hours. There’s a sheen on his skin from sweat, spit, and lube. I take a finger and scoop up some of the cum from Drew’s inside thigh and lick it. “This is the best medicine, Drew. Your Uncle Jack’s charged load dripping down your leg, marking you.” “Lemme get a closer look.” Jack bends down and plants his face right between Drew’s ass, licking his hole. “Whoa! Your tongue’s cold from the smoothie.” “Yeah! It’s nice, right? Different sensations, changing things up, keeps your hole guessing.” If one of the other guys had walked in on this moment, they would have seen me and Jack on our knees licking every inch of Drew, leg up on the counter, hole exposed to the world. I watch Jack’s tongue lick up and down Drew’s inner thigh, tracing a line of spit from top to bottom. I focus my tongue on Drew’s swollen hole. I dip it in and keep it there, slowly opening it by moving my tongue in ever-growing circles. As I do this, some of Jack’s cum comes out, coating my lips and chin. Drew’s got both hands on the counter, gripping it tightly, sweet moans of pleasure coming from his mouth. In many ways, we’re worshipping this boy as much as we want him to worship us. Every fucking inch of him is ours this weekend, and we’re going to use him over and over and over again until he can’t walk straight. I tap Jack on the shoulder and look over to the fridge. It’s time for the Devil’s Dick. Jack’s got little bullet-shaped ice cubes made from all our cum, and in the middle of each bullet is a bump of Tina to make it extra special. We love sliding one into a boy, letting it melt, and watching them go wild. “Drew, your Uncle Jack has the next surprise for you. I want you to stay in this position. He’s going to get something from the freezer. It’s going to be cold, but it’ll get warm quickly inside your hole. It’s a bullet made of our cum and inside is more Tina. You’re not going to need any lube once this is inside you. All our cum will be lubing you up from the inside.” “Oh my God, that’s crazy. Cum from you guys?” “From us and the other guys you’ll meet this weekend. When we’re over hanging out, we’ll leave a deposit for Jack to freeze. He’s got these moulds that shape them into little bullets, so it’s easier to insert. Inside of each one is more Tina to get you hornier. Maybe we’ll milk you too and add your cum to the next batch. Would you like that?” “I would love that.” “Good boy, I love that you can’t say no to your daddy and uncle.” I stay down to get a close-up view of the cum bullet going inside Drew. I watch as Jack holds the frozen bullet in his hand before gently easing it up into Drew’s hole. The bullet quickly disappears as Jack eases in two fingers to push it up deep into Drew. As he does this, some of his own cum from earlier drips down to his hand. “Oh my God, it’s so cold. But it feels good!” Jack gives a big smile and brings his cum-covered hand to Drew to lick up and clean, which he does eagerly. “I took a bullet from the batch with the bigger dose of Tina. Drew seems to be holding up well.” “That’s ‘cause Drew’s a natural, Uncle Jack.” “He sure is. One of the best boys we’ve had in a long time.” “You can put your leg down now, Drew. I want you to head back into the bedroom, get on your hands and knees. You’re going to wait for us like that. We want the bullet to melt fully.” “Yes, daddy.” Jack and I watch as Drew quickly walks to the bedroom, his ass bouncing pertly. I see him sneak a feel of his hole and slide one of his fingers in there. Probably to make sure the bullet is pushed all the way up. “Make sure to keep that cum in there. And if you get any on your hand, push it back in or lick it up, Drew.” “Let’s give it a couple of minutes to melt fully, and the Tina to do its work. When do you want to slam him?” “Let’s do it when the guys get here. We can slam with him, but for now we can keep him spun with the pipes and booty bumps.” “What about the mask?” “Leave it out for now. Let’s use his mouth as well and make sure he can take our cocks down his throat. We’ll see how well he does with jerking off. No need to restrain him if he can keep his hand off his cock.” “I want to slide in him next, mix my cum with yours.” “Good deal. Let me get a pipe and we can smoke up while we’re waiting for the bullet to melt.” I quickly rinse the smoothie glasses and put them into the dishwasher as Jack walks back into the bedroom to get a pipe. All the guys are mindful of each other’s houses. We may be animals, but we’re not animals if you know what I mean. Jack walks back into the kitchen, pipe in hand, smiling. “What’s he doing in there?” “He’s a good boy. He’s on his knees, and got one of the pipes and is hitting it hard at the moment. I walked in just as he was blowing out a huge cloud.” Jack comes up close, and I play with his nip as he lights up the torch under the bulb. “I put some more in his pipe and this one.” “Mmm, good hit, Uncle Jack.” Jack then puts the pipe in my mouth and lights it up for me. I’m lazily playing with both our cocks in my left hand while I take a big hit myself. I lean in and give Jack a big shotgun. “Ready?” “Yeah.” We both walk back to the bedroom and see Drew on all fours. A pipe and torch on the bed next to him, clouds of Tina wafting about in the room. Without saying a word, I slide up to Drew and start rubbing my hard cock back and forth on his ass. Jack climbs over, gives Drew a quick kiss, then guides Drew’s mouth onto his own cock. I spit on his hole and gently poke it with the head of my cock. I do this for a few minutes, which drives Drew crazy. He’s shaking his ass trying to get my cock to slide all the way in. Meanwhile, Jack is slowly fucking Drew’s mouth. “Hot fucking pussy boy. Yeah, take my big cock in your mouth. Feel your daddy tease your boy hole ‘cause he’s going to slide into your cummy hole bareback.” I spit again on his hole for extra lube, even though I can already see the melted cum covering his ass lips every time the tip of my cock comes out. My whole body melts as I start sinking my cock inside him slowly, inch by inch. This time, both of us moan. “I’m almost all the way in, baby boy.” His hole hasn’t totally warmed up yet, but it doesn’t matter. I can feel my dick hitting something cold–the bullet. At the same time, the smell of potent cum all over the room. “Feel that, boy. That’s my daddy’s dick inside you, pushing that cum and Tina deeper. You’re going to get so high and spun, begging us to fuck you for hours.” All we can hear is Drew moaning even more. It’s hard to speak with a hard cock down your throat. I can see Jack holding Drew’s head steady so that he can’t get away from the face fucking. Jack’s not going fast, but he’s long dicking Drew’s mouth. As he pulls almost all the way out, I see his cock absolutely slathered in Drew’s spit. At this point, Jack tips Drew’s head up and looks directly into his eyes. “Oh yeah, your eyes are huge. You’re getting spun, boy.” Jack then proceeds to spit on Drew’s face, which Jack then smears all over with his right hand while holding Drew’s head still with his left. I start to earnestly slide my fat, raw cock in his hole. I watch as his ass lips grip my cock on the outstroke, some cum dripping out. “Damn, your cummy boy hole is made for this. Open up, Drew. We like it all loose and open, and if you’re really good, we’ll double fuck you later. Your daddy and Uncle Jack raw fucking your pussy.” With that, I can feel the grip on my cock ease up a little. I like the variation, and I like that he’s learning how to control his hole to open up, but tighten up when needed.” I want Drew to feel every inch of me inside, using his hole. “Feel that, Drew? I’m so hard inside you. We’re playing with your holes, baby. Our spun out toy to fuck and breed.” I get up on the bed too to change my angle of attack to get deeper inside him. I increase my pace and start to fuck him hard. I can hear him gagging from Jack’s cock, as he picks up his pace as well. He hasn’t touched his cock this entire time, which is a great sign. I plunge all the way down on him and reach over to feel his cock. He’s not totally hard, but he’s leaking precum. I love the way his cock is flapping back and forth as Jack and I use him. I can feel how creamy it is inside as his pussy gets warm from the friction of my raw cock fucking him hard. Without missing a beat, I feel Drew tighten his hole slightly on the outstroke, as if to keep me inside. This clench sets me over the edge, and I feel that yearning inside deep, the desire to breed this boy with my load, to not pull out. I grab hold of his hips so he can’t move, and keep my dick still inside him as I pump rope after rope of cum inside his pussy. I can feel him try to pull away, probably from instinct, but this small act of defiance turns me on even more. I move my right arm under him to keep him from escaping while I continue to pump my cum. “Fuck yeah, Drew. Take your daddy’s load!” At the same time, Jack pulls out of Drew’s mouth, and Drew lets out a huge moan. “Fuck, daddy, your cock feels so good! Please don’t pull out. Breed me, I want your load” With that, Jack gets up and bends down under us. I slowly pull my dick out, as rivulets of cum flow out of Drew and down his legs. Jack laps up the cum and then takes my cock in his mouth to clean it off. “Uncle Jack, do you want to come in my mouth?” “I’m good, Drew. Maybe later, but for now you’re going to get all our loads inside your amazing pussy.” Since Drew did so well, I think we’re going to try some time trials with the pipe next. See how much smoke he can take while I run a two or three-minute timer.

Chapter 1 – Friends Hey I’m Rich. I’m 18 years old and live with my best friend. We have a nice looking place to ourselves. Tanner family is rich so they pay for our apartment. I’ma student so I don’t really have that much disposable income. Luckily Tanner gets a monthly allowance that keeps us comfortable. Not that we need for anything, the bills and food are all part of the deal from his parents. They think we should be set up nicely while we get our education. So what do we spend our money on? That’s right, we party. We party hard. Molly, E, T, G, and occasionally even some H. Depends on how we are feeling at the time. Lately we’ve been partying a lot and the allowance is not cutting it anymore. I’m a gay vers twink white boy that has a few party friends that I can smoke and play with here and there. But unfortunately, Tanner has yet to find a straight equivalent. He has this girl he smokes out and fucks with, but she has gone sober and hasn’t returned his calls. This is unfortunately one of those weekends where we find ourselves broke and without any favors to keep the party going. We’re not like going through withdrawals but we are definitely feeling down without anything to put in our bodies. I’m sitting on the couch across from Tanner and we are brainstorming on how we can score some more pills or Tina. We go back and forth for a while until finally I tell him that I’m sorry. T: why? what for? R: I’m gonna call up and go hang with a guy that will smoke me out but it’s not your scene. Tanner asks why again. R: It’s a gay guy thing. You would be out of place and get uncomfortable if you came with me. Tanner ponders on it for a minute. He looks up at me as asks T: how uncomfortable. R: This guy like smoking out twinks like us. But he expects to see some clothes come off so he can admire the boy bodies. Tanner thinks it over some more. He counters with – T: So if I went with you, I’d have to like walk around in my underwear? R: For starters. This guy likes his boys naked. The more you party, the more he’ll want out of the deal. T: So I take it this isn’t a good scene for a straight guy. R: oh no, he loves him some straight guys walking around naked. He gets off on that. Lets him know that you are there just for the drugs. T: So I don’t see the problem. I’m very confident in my body. I walk around here in my underwear all the time. You don’t seem to have a problem with that either. Tanner snickered a bit. He knew that I was never really pervy over him. He was like a brother to me. T: So I get free drugs for showing off my goods. I think I can handle that. R: you think so huh? Well, the longer we stay there and the more we get high, the more he’s going to expect from one or both of us. T: and I am totally ok with you hooking up with this guy. I’m ok with seeing you get frisky with some dude. If the drugs are good enough, I might even be cool with him watching me jerk off. I’m very open minded like that. R: famous last words, bro. Okay, I’ll call him up. But there are a few things we need to go over first. T: okay, shoot. R: first, we have to be kind to our host. He’s sharing his shit with us and expects kindness and playfulness in return. He hates to be told no. second, don’t except anything while you’re alone with him or any other guys there. You know me and there are strength in the buddy system. You watch my back and I watch yours. Third, know your limit. The drugs will keep coming with more opportunities. You have to know what you are comfortable doing and what is off limits. The more you smoke, its assumed you wanna keep going. Fourth, know the lingo. What we do there, what we are doing is just “hanging out” and “getting comfortable”. We are not “partying”. This has a different meaning at this house. There “partying” or “being the party boy” means you’re the special entertainment for the night. You get what I’m saying, right? T: yeah yeah yeah, no “partying” unless I’m special for the night. R: I’m serious. That phrasing has special meaning there. It means you are totally down for whatever. No take backs. No do overs. It’s a verbal contract. You get me? T: okay. No partying at the homo house. I get it. just showing off my dick and maybe giving a jerk off show for the man. I know my limits. The question is, once you finally get to see my dick, will you be able to keep your hands off me. The boys both laugh up a storm. R: I’ll have to find it first. I don’t know if I have my magnifying glass with me. T: Ha ha asshole. R: not so fast. There is a fifth item to bring to your attention. The guy likes his boys smooth. I’m going to jump in the shower and shave where I need to shave. If you are coming with me, I suggest you go do the same. T: your kidding me? R: Nope, smooth as a baby’s ass. From the neck down. I don’t have much to shave off but you’ll have to shave off that peach fuzz on your chest and say goodbye to that nice happy trail. T: Damn, the things we have to do sometimes to get loaded. Chapter 2 – Meeting Gary Rich and Tanner drove over to the guy’s house. He lived relatively close. It was probably about a 15 minute drive from their place. The nervous couple walked up to the man’s house. R: okay this is your last chance to chicken out. We can still go home. T: no way man. I shaved my chest and pubes off for this. I’m getting something in my system. R: that’s the spirit. Rich rings the doorbell. They wait a few moments. The door handle begins to wiggle and the boys hold their breath. The door opens and a man appears in the doorway. He’s a white man that looks to be in his late 30’s, maybe early 40’s. He welcomes the pair and ushers them inside of the house. G: Hi guys. I’m Gary I’m glad that Rich decided to come back and chill with me. Hi Rich’s friend, glad to meet you. T: I’m Tanner, sir. Pleased to meet you. G: Good manners. I love that in a boy. Gary smiled as he looked up and down the boys. He had 2 good looking white boys at his disposal. He thought to himself – these boys are going to be fun. Especially the straight one. G: May I have your windbreaker jackets to put up? Thank you. Please follow me to the living room. The boys follow Gary to a nice open living room. There is a basketball game playing on the TV. There is a coffee table in front of the couch. It has a wooden box just sitting on it. G: Go on boys, sit down on the couch. I’ll go get us something to drink and we can all start to chill. Gary disappears from view and the boys sit there awkwardly. They patiently wait for their host. Gary reappears holding three cups of soda. He hands each of the boys a glass. G: Alright boys, here is a drink to help us start to Get along better. The three take a gulp of their respective sodas. The drink has the bitter taste of G that sticks in the mouth. Tanner took a second drink hoping the taste would balance out. He was wrong. G: oh before we down the drinks, I have some items to help us relax. Gary pulls out a baggie of pills. He takes out a few pills and hands them to the boys. Rich takes his immediately, but Tanner holds back a moment. Rich goes to Tanner’s ear. R: one’s a pill to get us hard. Take them already. They are fine. Tanner throws the pills into his mouth and gulps them down. He goes to Rich’s ear. T: what was the other one? R: just some ecstasy. It will be fine. Just drink up. The boys made some small talk with Gary while drinking their soda. Tanner was starting to wonder what if this was all a mistake, afterall, nothing was happening. Rich was deep in conversation with Gary. When both boys were finally done with their drink. This was the signal for Gary. G: hey boys, you know what would be great? If things got a little cloudy. Gary pulls out a glass pipe from his pocket. It’s preloaded with a solid puddle in the bowel. He takes out a torch and lights up. He blows out a cloud. And as he’s passing the pipe over to Rich, he says G: hey boys, go ahead and get comfortable. Mi casa es su casa. Rich kicks off his shoes and takes his hit. He blows out a fat cloud and passes it over to his friend. R: Watch out, this is good stuff. Really chemically tasting. Tanner followed suit and kicked his shoes off. They had planned ahead and not wore socks. They were barefoot. Tanner passes the pipe to the gracious host. Gary takes a small hit and pushes the bowl back to the boys. He tells them to finish it off. The boys oblige and get four good hits in each. Rich passes the empty pipe back to Gary. As Gary reaches into the wooden box on the coffee table and refills the pipe. He looks up at the boy and makes eye contact with Rich. R: Hey Gary, it sure is getting hot in here. Mind if I get more comfortable? G: No need to ask me boys. Get as comfortable as you want. Rich pulls off his shirt and looks Tanner in the eye as if saying “it’s time”. Tanner follows direction. Gary catches a glance at one of the boy’s underarms and notice it’s smooth. This makes his dick throb in his jeans. The pipe makes it’s way back over to the boys. They take a couple good rifts off the pipe before it was time to pulls their pants off. By now the Viagra was kicking in and the boys were starting to sport boners sitting there in their underwear. They were both sitting in their boxer briefs with nice looking tents in their fronts. Gary refilled the pipe again with a smirk on his face. He melted the shards and blew out his cloud. He pulls his pants off and throws off his shirt. His own dick is throbbing and trying to get out of his boxer shorts. He walks over and sits on the other side of Tanner. Tanner takes the pipe and blows his biggest cloud yet. Gary takes the pipe from Tanner. He stretches over Tanner to offer the pipe to Rich. While he pulls his hand back, he grazes Tanner’s chest. Tanner let’s out a nice little moan. The E was kicking in and starting to make the boys sweat. Gary knew their state and starts to roam Tanner’s torso with his hands. Rich takes his rip off the pipe and turns to watch the straight boy moaning at the touch of their host. Gary makes eye contact with Rich. Unspoken communication happens between the two guys. Rich goes into actions and starts to kiss on Tanner’s neck. He whispers in tanner’s ear. R: Is this okay, friend? Gary is playing with Tanner nipple with another hand on his stomach. More moans escape the straight twink. As soon as he whispers a “yes” from his mouth, Rich pulls Tanner into a nice long kiss. They start to make out. Gary’s hands sink under the boy’s waistband and touches the smooth mound before reaching the hard rod inside the boy’s underwear. Gary reaches down and plays with Tanner’s balls. This makes him make out with Rich with more intensity. Rich pulls off of Tanner’s face. He reaches down and pulls Gary’s hand out of his friend’s underwear. he places it down on the smooth inside of the thigh, just outside the underwear. R: Is this okay, friend? are we okay? T: yeah, this is okay. What happens here stays here though. R: just a couple of guys chillin with hard on’s. Speaking of which. Rich picked up his own hand and placed it on Tanner’s hard on. R: I was able to find it after all. The boys laugh and go back to making out. Gary continues to rub on the smooth boy. He goes from his inner thigh down one of his legs and back up to the thigh. He gets up and walks over to the other side of the couch be Rich. He places his hand on Rich’s thigh. This stops the boy from the make out session. G: How about we take this hang out to the jacuzzi?

The neon lights of the truck stop flickered against the night sky, casting long shadows over the gravel lot filled with rumbling semis and weary travelers. It was well past midnight, and the air hung heavy with the scent of diesel and stale coffee. Inside the dingy restrooms, 18-year-old Alex leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on his face. He'd hitched a ride from the city, dreaming of adventure on the open road, but now exhaustion clawed at him. His slim frame, toned from high school track, was clad in a tight white t-shirt and faded jeans that hugged his pert ass. Unaware, he dried his hands on his pants, glancing at his reflection—innocent blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and a boyish face that screamed vulnerability. Outside, Big Jake eased his massive rig into a spot near the toilets. At 45, he was a hulking figure, 6'4" with a beer gut straining his flannel shirt and arms like tree trunks from years of hauling freight. His cock, a thick nine-incher, throbbed in his jeans at the thought of fresh meat. Jake had HIV, a secret he carried like a loaded gun, passed on from a rough encounter years back. He didn't care about protection; in fact, he got off on the risk, the power of infecting some naive kid. Spotting Alex through the grimy window as the boy exited the restroom, Jake's lips curled into a predatory grin. The kid looked lost, perfect for what he had in mind. "Hey, kid," Jake rumbled, stepping out from behind his truck, his voice gravelly from cigarettes and whiskey. "You need a lift? Looks like you're stranded out here." Alex hesitated, eyeing the burly man. The trucker seemed rough but offered a ride, and with no other options, he nodded. "Yeah, thanks. Heading east, anywhere's fine." Jake clapped a meaty hand on Alex's shoulder, guiding him toward the cab. "Hop in. Got some buddies meeting up later, but we'll get you moving." As Alex climbed into the passenger seat, Jake's eyes lingered on the boy's tight jeans, imagining how that ass would feel clenching around his raw dick. The cab smelled of sweat and leather. Jake fired up the engine, but instead of pulling out, he reached into the glove compartment for a couple of beers. "Here, loosen up. Long night ahead." Alex took a swig, not noticing the bitter aftertaste as Jake watched him closely. The drug—roofies crushed into powder—would hit soon, making the kid pliable, forgetful. Minutes later, Alex's head lolled against the window, his eyelids heavy. "Wha... what's happening?" he mumbled, his body going limp. Jake chuckled, shifting the truck into gear and driving to a secluded pull-off behind the truck stop, hidden by overgrown brush. He killed the engine and hauled Alex's unconscious form into the sleeper berth at the back. The space was cramped, with a mattress stained from past conquests and chains bolted to the frame. Jake stripped the boy roughly, yanking off the t-shirt to reveal smooth, hairless pecs and pink nipples. The jeans came next, exposing Alex's slim legs and a small, uncut cock nestled in blond pubes. The boy's ass cheeks were firm, pale, begging to be spread. "Time to break you in, boy," Jake growled, shedding his own clothes. His thick cock sprang free, veined and heavy, already leaking precum. He didn't bother with lube; spit would do. Flipping Alex onto his stomach, Jake pried the boy's cheeks apart, spitting a thick glob onto the tight pink hole. He pressed his cockhead against it, forcing inch by inch into the drugged teen's virgin ass. Alex stirred faintly, a whimper escaping as his body instinctively clenched, but the drugs kept him from fighting back. Jake thrust deep, groaning as the tight ring gripped his shaft. "Fuck, you're tight. Gonna ruin this hole for good." He pounded relentlessly, his balls slapping against Alex's taint with each brutal stroke. The boy's body rocked on the mattress, his small cock trapped beneath him, rubbing against the rough fabric. Jake reached around, jerking Alex's dick roughly to mix pain with unwanted pleasure. Sweat dripped from Jake's brow as he hammered away, feeling his HIV-positive load building. No condom—why bother? He wanted this kid marked, infected, carrying his virus forever. After twenty minutes of savage fucking, Jake buried himself balls-deep and unloaded, ropes of hot cum flooding Alex's guts. He pulled out with a wet pop, watching his seed leak from the gaping, reddened hole. Alex moaned incoherently, the drugs wearing thin but leaving him dazed. Jake wasn't done. He flipped the boy over, shoving his cum-smeared cock into Alex's slack mouth. "Suck it clean, bitch." The teen's lips parted weakly, tongue lapping at the bitter mix of ass and jizz as Jake face-fucked him, skull-fucking until he came again, shooting down the boy's throat. By dawn, Alex was chained to the berth, wrists and ankles secured with rough metal. The drugs had him in a haze, but awareness flickered as Jake climbed back in, dressed and ready to move. "You're mine now, kid. Got some pals joining the convoy. They'll love breaking you." He tossed a rag over Alex's naked body and drove toward a rendezvous point—a deserted lot where three other truckers waited, engines idling like hungry beasts. The mates were a rough crew: Tank, a bald brute with a pierced cock; Rusty, lean and tattooed with a sadistic streak; and Bull, the oldest at 50, his gut hanging over a girthy seven-incher. They'd shared loads before, passing around hitchhikers and lot lizards, but a fresh 18-year-old? That was prime. Jake pulled up, honking once. The men gathered at his cab, peering into the sleeper. "Got a present, boys," Jake announced, unlocking the chains just enough to drag Alex out. The boy stumbled, naked and cum-streaked, eyes wide with confusion and fear. "This little slut's all ours. Fresh ass, no mileage." Tank grinned, grabbing Alex by the hair and forcing him to his knees on the gravel. "Look at that pretty mouth. Bet it sucks like a vacuum." He unzipped, his pierced dick—eight inches with a thick ring through the head—slapping against Alex's cheek. The boy gagged as Tank shoved in, the piercing scraping his tongue. Rusty and Bull circled, stroking their cocks while Jake watched, his own dick hardening again. "Drug him up if he fights," Jake said, handing over a vial of poppers. But Alex was too weak to resist much, his body betraying him as Tank skull-fucked him deep, balls smacking his chin. Saliva dripped down Alex's chest as the trucker grunted, flooding his mouth with cum. "Swallow it, boy. That's just the appetizer." They hauled him into Bull's trailer, a larger setup with a makeshift sling in the corner. Alex was strapped in, legs spread wide, ass exposed and still leaking Jake's load. Bull went first, rolling on a condom but smirking as he positioned his fat cock at the boy's hole. "Gonna fill you proper." He thrust in, the latex stretching around Alex's abused ring. The teen cried out, bucking against the restraints, but Bull just laughed, pounding hard. Midway through, with Alex whimpering, Bull reached down and pinched the condom's base, tearing a small hole with his nail. "Oops," he muttered, but kept slamming, ensuring his pre-cum—and whatever else he carried—seeped in. Rusty took over next, no condom from the start. His tattooed body glistened with sweat as he rammed into Alex's sloppy hole, the boy's ass now a cum-filled mess. "Feel that? Raw and real, kid. You're gonna catch something from this." He clawed at Alex's nipples, twisting them red while his hips pistoned, cock dragging against the inner walls. Alex's own dick twitched traitorously, leaking pre as unwanted arousal built from the relentless friction. Tank flipped the sling, positioning Alex face-down so his ass jutted out. He lubed up with spit and plunged in, the piercing adding ridges of pain-pleasure. "Tighten up, bitch. Milk my load." Alex sobbed, but his body clenched, drawing groans from the brute. Tank fucked like a machine, breaking a sweat, then yanked the condom off mid-thrust—another one sabotaged earlier—and went bare, flooding the teen with thick spurts. "There ya go, infected now." Jake joined the rotation, taking Alex's mouth while Bull reclaimed the ass. The boy was double-teamed, gagging on Jake's HIV-laced cock as Bull's bare dick churned the cum inside him. The truckers rotated for hours, each breaking or ditching condoms to ensure the virus took hold. Rusty jerked Alex off during one round, forcing the boy to cum shamefully onto the floor while getting railed. By afternoon, Alex was a wreck—body bruised, hole swollen and gaping, cum oozing from every orifice. The truckers lounged, smoking and drinking, passing the boy around for quick fucks. Jake unchained him briefly, making him crawl on all fours to service each man, licking boots and balls before getting bent over the tailgate of a truck. "You're our cumdump now," Jake said, shoving Alex's face into a puddle of jizz on the ground. "Ride with us, or we leave you here leaking. But you'll want more." The drugs and abuse had broken something in the teen; he nodded weakly, body craving the twisted release. The convoy rolled out, Alex secured in Jake's sleeper, ready for the next stop. More mates would join, more loads to take, the infection sealing his fate in this endless road of depravity. Tank drove point, Rusty and Bull flanking, all knowing the kid was theirs to share, to ruin, to infect forever. As the sun set, Jake pulled Alex onto his lap in the cab, impaling him on his cock while steering one-handed. "Feel it deep, boy? That's your new life." Alex moaned, grinding down, lost in the haze of cum and submission. The truck stop faded in the rearview, but the nightmare—and the ecstasy—had only just begun. The days blurred into a haze of asphalt and ass-fucking. At every stop, the truckers added to the roster: a grizzled vet named Spike with a curved dick that hit Alex's prostate just right, making him squirt unwillingly; and Marco, a younger hauler with endless stamina, who tied Alex spread-eagle and edged him for hours before dumping raw inside. Each man knew the score—Jake's whisper about the HIV spread like wildfire, turning the sharing into a deliberate breeding session. One night at a remote weigh station, they parked in a circle, building a bonfire from scrap wood. Alex was the entertainment, stripped and oiled up, made to dance for the six truckers now gathered. His slim body glistened, cock half-hard from the poppers they'd forced on him. "Shake that ass, slut," Spike barked, and Alex obeyed, twerking until hands grabbed him. They took turns in the firelight, bending him over logs, against tires, even hoisting him between two men for a spitroast. Condoms appeared sporadically, only to be ripped or filled with holes. Marco went last, flipping Alex onto his back and folding his legs to his chest, pounding so deep the boy's toes curled. "Take my seed, poz boy," Marco hissed, erupting without barrier, his load mixing with the others in Alex's battered guts. By week's end, Alex's body ached constantly, his hole never closing fully, a constant drip of cum marking his jeans when they let him dress. Fevers came and went—early signs, Jake said with a laugh, slapping the boy's ass. "You're one of us now." The infection took hold slowly, but the truckers didn't care. They drove on, Alex chained and used, his innocence shattered on the road's endless ribbon. In the sleeper, as Jake fucked him slow and deep one night, the boy whispered, "More... please." The virus bound him, but so did the cock, the cum, the brutal brotherhood of the highway.

Chapter 4 – Those are Some Big Hands Chapters 1 through 3 tell of my “abduction” and removal to a warehouse in an unknown location. I’m in a sling with a blindfold on, spun out of my mind and have poppers on tap. A few guys have fisted me, but right now, my ass is filled with a big butt plug. Once again, I heard the torch, and then the bubbler was placed at my lips. I blew some clouds and shared them with some of the other guys. I was soaring from the T and knew the poppers were there when I wanted them. The plug was moved around in my ass. Someone used to fuck me, pulling it all the way and then shoving it back in. It was pulled out, and more of the Slam Dunk (or whatever it was) was worked back into my hole. My ass had to be gaping and sloppy now. A new hand was at my hole. He reached forward and used the straps on the sling to pull me onto his wrist. Damn, his hands were huge! Once it had popped into my ass, he let it rest there so I could get used to this new invasion. He started some small movements. Mostly, he was just twisting his hand around inside me, but I realized he was also drilling deeper into my ass. This guy had a massive hand, and I felt him rubbing against the walls as he progressed further into my guts. Of course, my prostate was getting a great amount of stimulation from this, and I was oozing out a nice stream of precum. He had gotten pretty far inside me when he started to pull back out. He moved slowly, letting me feel all the great sensations as his arm traversed my ass. When he was out, he told me that he was adding more lube to his arm. “You’re gonna want it well lubed.” Again, he put his hand at my hole and pulled me onto his arm. He stopped at the point where his hand was just inside my ass and told me to do some poppers. I oblingly took hold of the hose and put the nozzle up to my nose, taking a few deep breaths, holding the last in as long as possible. When I blew it out, my entire body was focused on my ass and what was happening there. While I had been huffing on the poppers, he had moved further into my ass. Once he saw that the poppers had taken over my body, he began a steady push to go deeper. I wasn’t sure how much of his huge hand I could take, but he was going to make me find out. He just kept pushing, slowly working his way deeper and deeper into me. I reached down and felt his arm as it was going into my ass. There wasn’t much of his forearm that wasn’t already inside me, and he kept slowly advancing. I could tell that his arm was thick and muscular and covered in fur. He seemed like my kind of guy, and I was glad to let him rule my ass. “Fuck, man, I am in this pig deep!” He had stopped his forward progress, but I realized how much of his paw had made it into my colon. I could feel him moving around inside me, with the smallest motions leading to massive tremors in my ass. This hairy, muscled stud was embedded in my ass and making me feel amazing. It was sexy and exciting to think. While he was still deep inside me, someone brought over the bubbler and had me blow a few more clouds. They enhanced the sensation and made me feel even piggier than I did before. I reached down and spread my ass open for him so that he could see how much of his arm had been swallowed by my ass. “OK, I’m gonna pull out.” He started to back out of my ass. The new infusion of T made this even more intense. I could feel his arm move through my ass, rubbing the walls. From his perspective, seeing the hair on his arm matted down with lube as it traveled out of my hairy hole must have been exciting. He took his time, driving back in a bit and even stopping at a few points. When he knew he was getting near the exit, he told me to do some poppers. I took one snort and held it in as he got to the widest part of his paw. My ass was on fire as he teased the stretch while I was soaring on the poppers. Then, he was out. A bigger butt plug was worked into my ass. It seemed like they were taking a break, so I lay back in the sling and relaxed for a while. I could flex my ass muscles to move the butt plug around, and played like that for a while.

Thursday Midnight Drew’s tied up on the bed, rolling deep. He looks good like this, his naked body fully on display. I size him up again: lean, smooth legs, and a faint treasure trail leading to his bush that I hadn’t noticed before. His cock is still hard from the G, and his eyes are slightly closed. I move my head closer and stick my tongue down his open mouth and start making out again. I get so hard from kissing like this, urgent, intimate, and insistent. Drew wakes up drowsily and begins to dance his tongue with mine. I cradle his face in my hands and spit a little into his mouth again, which Drew eagerly laps up. I’m enjoying his body’s reaction to the makeout session. I peek over to see his hard cock bobbing up and down, precum still leaking. I love how he’s submitting to our every whim. Little does he know we’re slowly pushing his limits to see how much this bottom boy can take. As Drew and I continue to make out slowly, Jack crouches down between Drew’s legs. He gives Drew’s cock a sloppy lick on the sides, making it jump even more, causing Drew to moan. Jack then reaches out to hold Drew’s cock up and licks the head, drawing a line of precum between his tongue and the slit. Drew takes a moment from making out with me to watch Jack playing with his cock. His gorgeous smile continues to egg us on. Jack swallows Drew’s cock to the base and keeps it down his throat, causing Drew to pull his restraints in pleasure, rattling the chains. I can hear Jack’s throat working on the hard cock for a couple of minutes. I’m eager to get the hair off Drew, but I can never say no to my friends slobbering on a bottom’s cock. Jack pulls up, eyes a bit watery, spit and precum around his mouth and cheeks. “Sorry, I can’t help myself. He looks too good tied up like this.” Drew can barely utter a word other than a few grunts and moans. Jack reaches for a dry towel and carefully wipes Drew off. He then takes another towel and dips it into the basin with warm water to wipe Drew’s cock, balls, and pubes. I then put a pillow under Drew’s head so he can watch what Jack is doing. I sit next to him, running my head through his hair and occasionally playing with his now perked up and sensitive nips. Drew turns his head to the side to look at my hard cock and sticks his tongue out for it. “I love that you’re hungry for cock, boy. You’ll get more than you can handle soon. For now, we want you just to relax, close your eyes if you want, but lie still while Uncle Jack shaves you.” Jack reaches for the electric clipper and, while carefully handling Drew’s cock, starts to buzz off all of his pubes. Jack is as meticulous as can be doing this. He’s such an expert, no hurry at all, hands still, even after all the Tina he’s smoked, and the G he drank earlier. Using the clipper, Jack takes off all of Drew’s pubes, from the sides of his cock, and his balls. After cleaning the hair off, Jack reaches for the can of shaving cream and slathers up Drew. Using a razor, Jack then goes on to shave Drew down to the skin, section by section, cleaning the razor in between before switching to a fresh one to work on Drew’s balls. As soon as Jack is satisfied with his work, he dips the small towel back into the warm water and slowly wipes off the remaining shaving cream. Drew’s cock is now slightly soft, but still leaking precum. He’s so primed up. “Cock’s done. Smooth and so beautiful. Let’s look at your hole, boy." Jack unlatches the ankle restraints and pushes up Drew’s legs to inspect his hole. “He’s pretty smooth already. Nothing to do except one thing, we need your hole even hungrier. “What are you going to do?” Without answering, Jack gets up and opens a drawer on a nearby side table. Inside is a silver tray with various pre-filled syringes. He grabs one without a needle and a small bottle of lube. I reach over to keep Drew’s legs up while Jack pours some lube on Drew’s smooth hole, and slowly starts to slide a finger in and out. “So nice and tight. Your smooth hole is gripping my finger, Drew. I’m going to get your hole open and craving cock and cum. You told me you’ve always wanted to do a booty bump. Well, it’s time you tried it for real.” Jack quickly noted Drew’s furrowed brow. “Don’t worry, you’ll love this. I dissolved some Tina in water earlier and prepared this, along with a few other things. I’m going to slide it inside and push the contents of this syringe into your ass. This is going to get your engines going again.” “Once Jack pushes that bump into your hole, there’s no going back. For however long we play, you’re going to keep our loads inside you.” I take a beat before asking my next question. Jack nods, knowing precisely what I’m going to ask. “Are you neg, Drew?” “Yes.” “That’s going to change by the end of this weekend. Are you sure you know what you want?” “Yes.” “Say it.” “I want to get fucked bareback and take all your loads. I don’t care if you’re neg or poz, I want it inside me. I want you to breed me, keep me high, control me with chems, train me to take care of you and your friends.” “That’s right, you’re going to get pozzed and high this weekend, Drew. Same way Jack and I were, with charged loads while we were high off our asses. Not all of us are poz, but it doesn’t matter; enough of us are. We’re going to mix it all up. All our loads are going inside you, coating every inch of your hole.” As soon as I say that, Jack takes the syringe and slides it into Drew, slowly pushing the plunger. “It’ll feel a little cold at first, but remember to let it soak in. In a moment, you’re going to feel a tinge of warmth in your hole, and then it will start to radiate throughout your body. I’m going to hold your legs up, and in a minute, Uncle Jack is going to slide his thick, meaty cock inside you for the first time, and it’s going to change your world. You’re not going to feel any pain or any shame, Drew. From this point on, you’re going to crave raw dick.” And on cue, Jack puts the now-empty syringe back on the silver tray, grabs one of the pipes and torches we brought in earlier, and gets between Drew’s legs and points his cock at Drew’s hole. I change positions so I can keep Drew’s legs up and can watch Jack fuck Drew for the first time. I spit on Jack’s cock to lube it up and watch him put the head just inside the hole. "Oh my God, you're inside me!" “How are you feeling?” “My heart is starting to race again, and I feel more awake. Please, please more. Please poz me up!” “Can you feel the head of Uncle Jack’s cock? He’s going to keep it there for a few seconds, pumping some precum to lube you up even more. There’s no condom there, Drew. Skin on skin, like how it’s meant to be,” Jack gives me a look of pure pleasure. I know he wants to slide all the way in so badly, but we know that taking our time opening up Drew is the best course of action. Teasing Drew open like this will make him ready for hours of pounding, but also hungrier and hungrier to take raw dick. While the head of his cock is inside Drew, Jack reaches for the pipe and torch. “Yeah, Uncle Jack is going to get spun and twisted, just like you will be soon.” Jack then takes a big hit from the pipe while Drew watches him intently. Jack is so freaking sexy between this boy’s legs. He slowly draws in that Tina, before letting it flow out like covering us in clouds. He then takes another big draw from the pipe and leans over to me to give me the smoke. From the corner of my eye, I see Drew watching us eagerly, hungry for it. I then move over to Drew and blow the smoke into his lungs, while at the same time, Jack slides more of his big cock inside. Drew starts to pull at his restraints as Jack bottoms out, his full length entirely inside Drew. “It’s so big and feels so good. I want your poz sperm inside me, Uncle Jack. Please.” I watch mesmerised as Jack slowly fucks him, ecstasy on both their faces. Jack spits on Drew’s hole, lubing it up some more. He then reaches down to touch where his cock meets the hole, feeling it as it goes in and out. Drawing his fingers to open Drew’s hole open some more while Jack varies his pace. “God, I love being inside a chemmed up pussy boy. That’s what you are, Drew. You’re our chemmed up boy. I love that you begged and begged me to teach you how to use chems, and then told me that you wanted to be charged up. We love a boy who knows what he wants. We’re going to get you opened up and gaping.” Jack then takes Drew’s hard cock in his hand and starts to pump it slowly, which makes Drew buck his hips up and down, tightening his hole’s grip on Jack's raw cock. I’m sure his body is on fire with pleasure, with the sweet dreamy sensation of the G switching over to an amped-up vibe courtesy of the booty bump. The restraints make it so that he’s not jerking himself off. He’ll have plenty of time to play with himself, but for now, his cock is ours while we dominate his boy hole. Jack looks over to me and says, “I’ll hold his legs. I think Drew needs more Tina and then his daddy’s cock in his mouth.” With that, I grab another one of the loaded pipes and put it into Drew's mouth. “Go ahead, keep taking that smoke in until I tell you to stop. Keep going, Drew. You’re getting behind, c’mon, gotta keep inhaling that smoke fast.” I watch as Drew eagerly takes in the smoke without stopping, trying to inhale as I light up the torch three times. He can’t hold it all in, so it’s billowing out in thick clouds from his mouth at the same time as he’s trying to inhale. Kid’s going to be flying. I then move up and slide my cock in his mouth for him to suck on, even while the last of the smoke in his lungs comes out. “Mmm, that’s it, baby. We love a spun bottom boy. Suck daddy’s poz cock while we feed you the pipe, and as your Uncle Jack bare fucks your hole, pushing that booty bump deeper.” “Jack, how’s he opening up?” “Amazing. His hole was made for cock. It’s so smooth and responsive. I can feel him gripping my cock on the outstroke, as if he doesn’t want me to leave him. But don’t you worry, Drew, we’re going to keep you filled up for a while.” Drew can barely get his whole mouth around my thick cock at this point, but he’s doing a great job slobbering over it. It feels great, but not nearly good enough. He’s quickly going to learn how to take my cock “That’s it, relax your jaw and open your throat, like you're about to chug some beer. Now, open wider, as wide as you can, so I can slide my cock all the way down your throat. If you do that, I’ll give you a surprise.” With that as encouragement, I can feel Drew stretch his mouth and throat even wider to let my cock in further down his gullet. I slide it all the way in, pulsing it in there for a few seconds, making him slightly gag and cover my cock with more spit and slime. “Good boy, you got my cock all the way down your throat. Let me get your reward.” I get up and peek over at Jack earnestly fucking Drew’s hole now. He pulls all the way out, and we watch Drew’s hole snap shut. “Hmm, not gaping yet. We’ll keep working on it.” I go to the drawer and get out a gas mask outfitted with a tube where I can blow smoke. “Drew, I’m going to put this on you, and we’re going to feed you the smoke. Just breathe it all in and out, while Uncle Jack continues to fuck you.” “You ready?” Drew gives a nod as Jack pushes his dick all the way in and keeps it still while I put the mask on Drew. “His ass is contracting around my dick so bad, it’s like he’s giving my dick a hand job from the inside.” As soon as I put the mask on Drew, he starts grinding his hips around Jack’s cock, causing Jack to roll his head back in pleasure. “Damn, the kid is seriously milking my cock at the moment. I’m going to stay still and let him work himself up and down my cock.” I then take a pipe and take a big hit before blowing the smoke into the tube and into Drew’s mask. I can see the smoke fill up the mask with that beautiful white cloud. At this point, we’re going to force chems on Drew and keep him high and horny. “That’s it, Drew, your daddy’s giving you smoke. Breathe it all in.” I take a second bigger hit and blow that in before standing up and admiring the view again. A beautiful boy, arms restrained, mask clouded up, legs spread, and bouncing up and down on Jack’s raw cock. “Tina is making you very hungry for cock. That’s it, keep fucking yourself on Uncle Jack’s cock, milk him for his poz cum while we get you even higher.” With that, Drew doubles his pace, working his hole up and down. All the while, his own shaved cock is rock hard, untouched because of the restraints. I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes himself cum without touching himself. “Swapping sperm is the most intimate thing you can do with another man, Drew. We’re becoming as close as we can be, and you’re doing a great job. Keep working your Uncle Jack’s cock with your hole.” As the smoke in the tube slowly clears out, I check on Drew and can see a glint in his eyes. Of course, his pupils are wide as saucers at this point, and he can’t say much, but this is what boy training is about–unlocking that need that’s buried deep down inside. Though in this case, it’s clear that Drew has thought about what he wants for a long time. “Oh fuck, boy, keep fucking yourself on my cock. Slide it all the way down and grind your ass down on it.” Like a good boy, Drew does exactly as he’s told and immediately lets Jack go in balls deep again. This time, Jack takes action and holds Drew’s hips still, and starts to pump his hole with more force. “My precum and spit is lubing up your hole. And I swear, you’re leaking on the inside, making it warm and wet.” I can tell that Jack’s close. Usually, he can fuck a while without cumming, but the idea of giving Drew his first poz load is too tempting. “I’m going to shoot inside you. It feels too good.” With that, Jack holds still, and I watch his cock pulse, filling Drew up with his first poz load. A final grunt from Jack as he slides in deeper to push his cum further inside. He keeps it there, enjoying the warm sensation of his cum coating his cock and Drew’s hole. “Damn, your boy pussy feels amazing. It’s still gripping my cock.” I take the mask off Drew, and he takes a deep breath. I kiss him and tell him, “Great job, baby. Your first load for the night. Let’s get these restraints off you, too, and get you hydrated. This is going to be a long play session, baby.”

Chapter 5 – Pete and Rich Gary’s phone chime went off and he turned his attention to his phone. He clicked away and a smile came upon his face. He got up and walked over to the front door. He returned with another man. He was slightly shorter than Gary but similar, looks like he could be his relative or something. G: Hey Tanner, this is Pete. Hey Rich, looks it’s Pete. Rich instantly became elated to see the new man. G: Pete came especially for you Rich. R: Okay, Tanner, I’ll be right back. I’m going into the other room with Pete. We have stuff to discuss. I shouldn’t be that long. Just stay here with Gary. He’ll take care of you for a moment. He bent down to Tanner’s ear. R: Just don’t be stupid. I’ll be right back. Pete handed some items over to Gary. Then Rich got up and walked into the other room with Pete. This left Tanner alone with Gary. Pete led Rich to the playroom. The main room with a bed, a sling, a fuck bench, and all sorts of fun goodies. They both sat down on the bed. R: so I knew your cousin would message you and leg you know I was coming by. We can play a little but I have to get back in there. I have to protect my friend. P: he’s a big boy, he can take care of himself. R: he’s a big boy alright. He’s packing a nice thick 6.5 maybe 7 that I finally got to see in the flesh. You know how we always wanna try out those straight ones. Especially your cousin out there. So we have to be quick. P: first thing is first. Open up your mouth. I have some really good G and I wanna fuck your passed out hole. haha just kidding. No but really watch out, this stuff is strong. Pete opens his vial of G and uses a dropper to squirt a small amount of G into Rich’s mouth. P: have you been fucked yet? R: no I’ve been on babysitting duty remember. So you going to bump me already? P: no I have other plans for you. Here take this Pete is holding a backpack and opens it. he pulls out a baggie with pills and a water bottle. He hands Richa blue pill and he takes it. he downs some water. R: what was that? P: that was a dick pill. I like my boys to be hard when I fuck them. Pete pulls out a needle. Rich looks down at the needle in his hand. R: idk about this right now. I have to keep an eye on Tanner. P:the sooner I hit you, the sooner we fuck, the sooner you go back to babysitting. R: okay but make it quick. Pete fills the syringe and makes a point. He pulls out another needle and makes another. They pull out a rubber tourniquet and Rich gets tied off. Pete finds a vein and pushes the plunger. Rich lets the tourniquet go and instantly feels the rush. He starts a bit of a coughing fit. Pete follows him and hits himself. Pete strips down naked and is already hard showing off his 8 inches. Rich immediately gets down on his knees and sucks on Pete’s meat. He gets it all sloppy wet. Pete grabs Rich and throws him down against the fuck bench. Rich gets into his position and Pete comes up behind him and pushes his dick straight in. The bottom moans like a two dollar whore in heat. Rich can feel every inch in every thrust, in and out. Fuck, how long has he been fucked in this position? His legs are starting to cramp up a bit due to the position. In between moans, he asks for a new position. Pete grabs Rich and throws him against the bed. They fuck in missionary position for about 20 minutes or so. Just as Pete is shooting his load keep in the bottom, the door opens and in comes Gary with the naked straight boy Tanner over his shoulder. Tanner gets placed in the sling. Rich jumps up and runs to his friend. R: what the fuck happened out there? G: your friend here said he wanted to parTy, just like you. You know the rules of the house. Fair game. R: how fucked up is he? And how fucked is he? G: Well he had a small amount of the good G and three or so booty bumps haha. How fucked is he? Not very fucked yet. Only put one load in him so far. I recorded some of it. Gary pulled out his phone and started playing the video for Rich and Pete. Rich is jerking off while watching his friend getting defiled and loving it. G: Don’t worry, the next load is the visual main event. R: you’re gonna fuck him again already? G: No, no, no. I’m gonna wait a while for that. No, the next one to fuck him is going to be you. And I’ll record every moment of this twacked out twink on twacked out twink fucking. Rich’s dick throbbed at the thought of seeding his best friend. Especially while he is super high. How did he let this happen? How had he not seen this coming? Chapter 6 – Next Level of Friendship Inside Rich’s head there is a struggle going on. On one hand, he had the trust and love of his best friend to think about. On the other hand, he had a very high best friend, in a sling, that is begging for more loads up his straight boy hole. At least he will be begging for more. He’s currently in a G hole. Not that bad, should wear off in a while. Rich knew which of the two sides had won out. He wanted to seed Tanner deep and have him beg for it. He looked down at his friend laying there in the sling, in a dream haze. He turned to the two men. R: okay, I’ll fuck him. But I need him more awake than this. Let’s chill a bit and come back to him when he’s pulled himself out of his Good time. G: I knew we could count on you to make the right decision my little friend. Gary walked up the boy in the sling. He took his hand and wrapped it around the boy’s hard on. He rubbed all over his smooth area. He loved a good smooth boy. His fingers circled the boy’s balls. He followed the taint to the used hole. Gary sticks his finger in just a bit. Just enough to get some of his cum on his finger. He put it up to the boy’s mouth and let him suckle on it for a moment. The two men and teen walked out of the room, leaving the boy in the sling time to crawl out of his dreamy haze a bit. They came out to the living room and the two men sat on the couch. As if already ordered to, Rich gets on his knees in front of Pete and starts sucking on his dick. Pete pulled the boy off of his dick. He was hard but still sensitive from his recent orgasm. He brushed him away and the boy moved over and started sucking on Gary’s dick. Rich went straight to deep throating the 7 inches in his mouth. Pete takes the opportunity to refill one of the pipes. He melts it and unleashes a big cloud. For a moment, the room had been visually cleared up. This cloud branched out and a haze returned to the room. Pete and Gary start shotgunning the hit between the two of them. After the cloud was passed between the two men, they would blow it down in Rich’s face. Rich thought to himself, what a waste of tina cloud. But he knew his place, and he was busy sucking dick. Beside, he had just been shot up. He was probably good for a while. He knew his hole was itching, begging for attention but he also knew there was a plan in place. He had to follow Gary’s plan to stay on his good side. They chilled on the couch like this for a while. It wasn’t until they started hearing Tanner call out from the other room did they get to their feet. They followed the boy’s voice back into the playroom. They walked up and the men stood on the boy’s sides while Rich stood between Tanner’s legs. The boy was spread eagle while his feet were strapped to the stirrups. Tanner tried to pull his arms up but found they were tied down. Tanner looked so confused. T: What happened? Why am I in this thing? G: Remember, I was giving you your booty bump. Between that and the G you took, you got unstable so I had to strap you down for your own protection. Tanner looked like he was searching his memory and found some truth in his statement. G: Do you also remember me playing with your boy hole? like this… That was the signal. Rich reached up and pushed 2 fingers fully into the boy’s ass. A sexy moan escaped and betrayed the boy. G: don’t you remember how much you liked that? Rich pushed in and out, in and out. Then he added a third finger. Tanner closed his eyes and moaned again. This time it was loud enough to have a slight echo in the room. Pete is standing on the side jerking off watching this little scene. Gary walks off for a moment while Rich continues to push in and out. Gary returns with his phone and is obviously recording. He gets a wide shot showing the twink in the sling. He goes in closer to check out the teen’s body. He zooms in on the boy’s 6.5 inch dick still standing straight up. He goes lower to zoom in on the fingers fucking the boy hole. They are gliding nicely. Gary zooms out and then gets Tanner’s face in the shot. He needed to get Tanner’s message on record. G: you like that? You like those fingers in your straight boy hole? Tanner kept his eyes closed but nodded his head in agreement. G: Do you feel good right now? Are you on a good level? Tanner kept his eyes closed and nodded yes. Gary nods at Rich and Rich pulls his fingers out fully. Tanner’s eyes shoot open. T: No, please. I need them in there. Please. It feels so good. G: you need something back in your hole to make you feel good? Is that it? Tanner looked into the phone and nodded his head yes. G: well the fingers are retired. Besides we have something better to fill you with. Do you wanna feel good again? Wanna really party? Tanner looked into the phone and really shook his head up and down. T: yeah, I wanna get so fucking high. G: oh we can get you there boy. And your little friend here is going to help. Gary turned around and started fiddling with some equipment. He was starting up some cameras he has set up to capture the action in the sling. There was one directly above Tanner that got his attention when the little red light turned on. Gary came back and put his hand on the boy’s smooth chest. He dragged his hand all over the torso. He dipped further down on the boy and went over his smooth dick and balls. A light moan from the boy was heard. G: Okay Tanner. You straight twink hottie. We’re going to get you flying. Hey Pete, make the boy a dart. Make it a good one. Rich, get down there and wet the boy’s hole. Pete walked away to get his bag. Rich got down between the sling boy’s legs and started tonguing his hole. Waves of pleasure hit Tanner. He starts moaning like he’s stuck on repeat. Pete walks back with a loaded syringe. He unbinds one of the boy’s arm and wraps it tight. P: okay now, Tanner, don’t move or this will hurt. Okay… Tanner licked his lips and nodded. Pete finds a vein and registers. Tanner looks away. P: any final words for us before you blast off? Tanner kept his eyes shut. A single tear falls from his right eye. T: Just. Just please don’t. … please don’t fuck me. The two men start laughing uncontrollably. G: Too late for that one. Pete pushes the liquid into the bloodstream. He unties Tanner’s arm and lifts it straight up. Tanner starts a coughing fit. He fights to catch his breath. Gary takes the opportunity to jerk the boy off and rubs his chest. Eventually, the boy slows down his breathing and his eyes shoot open. His eyes are all pupil. Rich looks down at his friend’s dick. He had shot his load instantly from the rush. As soon as he locks eyes with Rich, that’s his queue to put his dick against the bottom’s hole. He pushes the head of his dick in the hole. Tanner moans loudly. T: yeah, keep pushing those fingers in me. I need it in me. Rich looks into his best friend’s eyes and mouths “I’m sorry”. Then he pushes forward and slides the entire length of his 7 inches into the straight boy. Tanner throws his head back. He’s making noises of pleasure – no words per say. But definitely pleasure. Rich pulls almost completely out. This panic’s Tanner. T: no please, don’t take it out. Put it back in. I need it. R: you want me to fuck you? Fuck you with my big dick? Tanner nods yes. G: out loud. So we can hear you boy! T: Yes, I need it. I need your dick in my hole. fuck me. please fuck me. Rich smiles at his friend and slowly pushes back in. His smooth balls slap his perky ass. Rich takes his time. He gives his friend a slow passionate fucking. The kind Rich thought Tanner should have had for his first time. The men get board with the slow process Rich was dealing out. They walked off. G: Hey come get us when your done with the love making. Then the real fucking can start. Rich continued to slowly slap into his friend. Tanner was lost in the pleasure of this experience and zoned out. When he was finally ready to shoot, Rich smacked Tanner on the cheek to get his attention. R: I’m going to fucking cum in you. That’s what you want right? You want me cum deep in you? T: Yes, fill me up. Deep inside of me. Make me feel so good. Rich grabbed Tanner by the hips and made a final thrust as he started to shoot his thick ropes of cum deep in his best friend. R: Take every drop. Rich waited a moment before pulling out. He wanted as much of his cum to stay inside of his friend. After a minute or two, Rich pulled his dick out of the boy. Only a drizzle of cum escaped the boy’s hole before it closed up. Rich called out for the two men for them to return. They practically ran back. It was their turn with the boy. P: Go ahead Gary. It’s your boy. Have your turn first. T: Yes, fill me up with your dicks. I need more cum in me. G: Damn, this straight boy is really coming around. I bet you never thought this would happen to you in your wildest dreams. But tonight is all about having good times. Gary got into position and thrusted deep inside the twink. This made Tanner throw his head back and moan on repeat. Gary started deep thrusting and slamming into the boy. The balls slapping into the twink echoed in the silent room but were drowned out by the boys moans and groans. Lucky for Tanner he didn’t have to get adjusted to much. Gary’s dick was just a little thicker than Rich’s. Tanner continued to egg the men on as they pummeled his ass. Both men fucked him like they were trying to break him in two. Each shot their loads keep inside the twink. They eventually untied him and threw him on the bed so he could get some rest. Tanner had shot his load a few times while getting dicked down. After they retired Tanner, the two men each had a round deep fucking Rich. The more experienced bottom took their loads in stride. At the end of the night, they were pretty fucked up. They hydrated and waited until the sun almost came up. The two teens left the party house and Rich drove them back to their apartment. Once home, they were still horny so they put on some porn and jerked off together on the living room couch. Tanner stayed awake long enough for his hard on to die down. That’s when he finally crashed out. Chapter 7 – Evening the Score Tanner woke up around noon. He was naked in his bed. He was covered in dried sweat and dried cum. He reached down to his dick. Then he slowly reached behind himself and touched his hole. It was still a bit tender from his night festivities. Suddenly, a wave of distorted memories of the night flood him mind. Tanner thought to himself. “What the fuck had he let happen last night? Did he really do all that?” He got up and jumped in the shower. He kept replaying the events of the night in his head. How he let fingers go up his hole. How he had let his hole get eaten out. How he let the guys take his virgin hole and use it. And then there was the amazing feeling he remembered from getting fucked and shoot his load. He took some time to make sense of the whole situation. Tanner threw on some boxers and walked out to the kitchen. There was Rich, also cleaned off and wearing clean boxers. The two guys stood there in awkward silence for a long moment. Rich finally broke the silence. R: I warned you. I warned you not to say you were a parTy boy. Tanner pointed his finger at Rich and went angry in the face like he was about to explode. Then the anger disappeared off his face and drops his finger. T: yeah, you were right. That was my fuck up. The two guys share an uncomfortable chuckle. Tanner put his pointer finger back up, pointed at his friend. T: how come you never told me? R: Told you about what? T: how good it feels to get fucked up and fucked in the ass. R: you really liked it, huh? T: yes, it was amazing. If you ever tell anyone I said or did that, I’ll murder you. But it was fucking great. I never knew. R: yeah, most straight guys never find that out. To get fucked while partying feels out of this world. Glad you liked it so much. I was kinda worried that things would get weird. T: Weird why? Just because you put your dick in me? The guys laugh out loud. Tanner walks right up to Rich and slaps his ass. T: Don’t worry. I plan on evening the score next time. Tanner jumps up with excitement. R: But yeah, you made some friends last night. They loved you and your hole. They said to tell you in case you don’t remember, that no one made you suck a dick because you are straight and they respect that. Haha. But you and your hole are always welcome to come back for more. Maybe next time you could use your thick dick on one of us. They invited us back when we run out. T: Run out of what? Rich walks over to a kitchen drawer, opens it and pulls out a pipe and full baggie of tina. R: like I said, they loved you. And they love me too. So they sent us home with some favors. Before Tanner could say anything, Rich was already loading the pipe. He pulls out a torch and melts the contents of the bowel. He takes his hit with stride. One big cloud later, he passed it to Tanner. They finish a bowl and then repack the pipe. They go through another bowl while just talking about the events of the night. After reloading the pipe for a third time, Tanner takes three big hits back to back, building his tina courage to act. He goes and sits on the couch. He holds out the pipe in his hand for Rich and says… T: Come over here and blow a cloud on my dick. You gotta get me hard if I’m going to even our score and fuck you. Rich practically runs over to the couch. Tanner hands him the pipe in one hand and pulls his boxers down with the other hand. Rich looks down at his friend’s dick. It’s not hard yet but it’s not all the way soft. It’s like halfway there. Rich gets down between the legs and takes his hit. He makes it a good one but he releases it before he could get down on the dick. R: oh wow. Sorry performance anxiety haha. Rich takes another big hit and holds the pipe up for Tanner to grab. Then he puts the half hard dick in his mouth and starts sucking on it. White vapor escapes around the dick. Tanner looks down at this little scene and is loving it. He lets Rich finish off the bowl so he can enjoy the clouds surrounding his dick. Everything does its job and Tanner is hard in no time. Rich is really going to town on his friend’s dick. He’s getting that deep throat saliva coating the dick. Making it as slick as possible. Rich gets up and drops his boxers to the floor. He steps out of them and straddles his friend. Tanner’s hard dick is sliding up and down Rich’s ass crack – just teasing Rich. Rich reaches underneath himself and positions Tanner’s thick 6.5 inch dick to his hole. He pushes down and the dick slips in. Rich bounces up and down, each time getting more and more of the dick inside of himself. It takes a few bounces but Rich gets all of Tanner inside of his ass. Tanner places his hands on Rich’s ass cheeks and Rich starts to ride his best friend. It feels like hours go by while they fuck in this intimate position but in reality only about 20 mins. After that Rich climbs off of Tanner. They go over to Tanner’s bed and they lay on their sides. Tanner pushes his dick deep inside Ric. After they get tired of fucking on their sides, Rich is placed on his stomach. Tanner kicks Rich’s legs open and lays right on top of him. He fucks Rich like this, pushing the air right out of the bottom with each thrust. Tanner grabs Rich by the neck from behind and slams into the twink. T: I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’mmmmmmm uuuughh Tanner pulls out and jumps out of bed. T: alright whore, I know you are all wobbly legged now but get out of my bed. hahaha R: very funny dickless. Rich stands up and goes to walk out of the room but stops and turns toward Tanner. R: Are we good? Like it’s not going to get weird, right? With us? T: yeah, we’re good. I’m still straight. We’re still friends. I’m even cool with the other guys. It’s just good to know I have options available when I need them. Especially if we need to get high. Both guys laugh out loud. Rich walks off to jump in the shower. Tanner goes to lay in his bed. He thinks to himself – I wonder what the guys are up to right now? I think I wanna get blasted off to the moon again today. He reaches down to touch his hole. T: it wasn’t that bad. Plus the nut was amazing. HEY RICH! What do you think Gary is up to today?

Chapter 3 – The Jacuzzi The boys walked out on the back patio. The area was blocked off so that no neighbors could view the backyard. Gary grabbed another pipe that was preloaded with tina. He melted it down and walked out to join the boys on the patio. G: Before we get in, lets chill some. Follow me. They approached a gazebo that covered the jacuzzi area. It was perfect for blocking any possible wind going through the area. Gary handed the pipe to Tanner. He wasted no time in blowing his clouds. G: oh come on, you can do better than that. Bigger clouds. Bigger. Tanner had taken six good hits, each one getting bigger as he smoked. He handed an almost out bowl to Rich. He looked disappointed at the bowl. He got 2 good hits before the bowl was gone. G: Don’t worry Rich, I got backup. Gary holds up a baggie full of T. He fills the pipe for Rich and it’s his turn for encouragement. G: Come on, don’t be a little bitch. You can do better. Bigger! Rich had done exactly what Tanner had done. Smoked up most of the tina before passing it. when this bowl was empty. Gary returned the attention to the jacuzzi. G: Now Rich, you know the rules. No clothing in the water. Rich dropped his underwear and released his full 7 inches. He sank down into the warm water. He looked up at his friend. Tanner looked like he was trying to decide on whether to join Rich in the jacuzzi. He took a big breath of air and dropped his boxerbriefs. Showing off his 6.5 inches of meat. He smacked his hands together and turned to Gary. T: are you going to join us? Tanner turned toward the jacuzzi and while getting in, he was showing off his nice round ass. Gary walked up and dropped his boxers to the floor. He jumped in and joined the boys in the water. The boys went back to making out in the jacuzzi while Gary watched and slowly jerked himself off. After a while of silent watching, Gary asked the boys to sit up on the edge while they made out. They boys obeyed and sat in front of him. Gary was getting the show he had been waiting for. Two sexy twinks, wet and naked, smooth as can be, right in front of him. Gary asked the boys to bend over the edge of the jacuzzi. They agreed and gave him a show of their backsides. Perfectly round and perky. They spent 20 or 30 minutes in the water before Gary called it for the jacuzzi. They boys said they were fine but Gary insisted since the ecstasy and long times in jacuzzi don’t really mix well. They returned to the living room where the boys plopped on the couch. Gary’s phone chime went off and he turned his attention to his phone. He clicked away and a smile came upon his face. He got up and walked over to the front door. He returned with another man. He was slightly shorter than Gary but similar, looks like he could be his relative or something. G: Hey Tanner, this is Pete. Hey Rich, looks it’s Pete. Rich instantly became elated to see the new man. G: Pete came especially for you Rich. R: Okay, Tanner, I’ll be right back. I’m going into the other room with Pete. We have stuff to discuss. I shouldn’t be that long. Just stay here with Gary. He’ll take care of you for a moment. He bent down to Tanner’s ear. R: Just don’t be stupid. I’ll be right back. Pete handed some items over to Gary. Then Rich got up and walked into the other room with Pete. This left Tanner alone with Gary. Chapter 4 – ParTy boy Gary was fidgeting with something in his hand. It was getting the attention of Tanner. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. T: hey whats that in your hand? G: Oh this? It’s a vial of G. T: did you run out? G: oh no, this is special stuff. It’s stronger than the stuff we drank earlier. It’s not for beginners. For special occasions. Tanner felt slighted with the tone Gary used. Was he implying that he was a beginner user? That he was not up to the level he was at? T: special stuff huh? How special? Tanner touched the tip of his dick in a seductive way that he knew caught Gary’s attention. He jerked if slightly and a bead of precum leaked out. With his thumb, he picked up the bead of precum and pushed it into his mouth. Mmmm G: did you wanna try some of this stuff? Idk if you can handle it. it’s strong and works pretty fast. I mean, Rich is in the other room getting a little sample… T: oh fuck that bitch, if he can do it, I can do it too. G: oh idk, Rich is a pretty good party boy. Are you Tanner? Are you a good party boy? Do you party hard? T: I’m a great party boy. I love to party all night long with my girl. But that’s over with. But fuck that bitch too. Party! Party! Gary just smiled at his enthusiastic teen in front of him. G: now this stuff is strong but its best to take it straight in the mouth. Here, open your mouth. Gary used a dropper to eyeball a decent amout and dropped it on the boys tongue. He swallowed the G and it had a mean after taste. Gary handed Tanner the drink he had from earlier. It had a little soda left. Tanner tried to get the awful taste out of his mouth but it lingered. T: man, you weren’t kidding. It is strong. i’m not going to pass out or anything am i? G: why? Do you wanna pass out or something? T: no man, I just wanna have a good trip and get my nut off. G: oh that we can do. That’s what they are doing in the other room. they are taking some of this G and a good booty bump before my friend helps Rich get off. T: a what? G: a good booty bump T: yeah, whats that? G: you’ve never heard of taking some Tina and putting it up the butt? T: oh yea, I’ve seen that on some amateur porn videos I jerk off to. But that’s in a girl’s ass. G: girl ass, boy ass. Gets you super high either way. Good thing Rich is an advanced user for that level of high. T: if I was to try this booty bump thing out, you’ve have to touch my ass? G: yes, I’d have to touch your ass. T: that’s pretty gay. I might be okay with you touching my dick but my ass… idk. G: that’s okay, its not for everyone. Maybe in a couple of years when your better at using and not so new. T: oh fuck that. I’ve been using just as long as Rich. He aint better than me at smoking or anything. G: only one way to find out. T: how does it work? Gary smile grew. This fucking boy was playing right into his hands. G: you would bend over the couch and I’d lub up a finger, lube your hole a bit, push a shard up your ass, hold It there so it dissolves and then pull out. Simple right? T: and you take your hands off my ass when we’re done? G: I stop touching you whenever you tell me to stop. T: okay, lets do this before the G kicks in. Tanner gets his knees up on the couch and faces toward the couch. He bends over and puts his ass of full display. His perfect straight boy ass. The naked man stands back and enjoys the view for a moment. He jerks his dick slowly thinking how sweet this ass will taste. How tight this virgin will feel like. Gary goes back to the wooden box on the table. He pulls out bag full of Tina and a small bottle of lube. He lubes his finger and places it on the boy’s hole. He goes over the hole a few times. He circles it three times before pushing his finger in. A soft moan comes from the boy’s mouth. Tanner was surprised and hoped that Gary had not heard that. Gary pulled out and reapplied the lube a couple of times. He was able to get two fingers into the tight hole. He tried to make the tight tunnel as wet as possible. Then Gary picked out three large shards. G: now, this part is going to burn a little but just ride through it. its part of the process. You can do it. Gary used the two fingers to get the first shard deep into the boy. He starts to make noise due to the burning feeling. G: you’re almost there buddy. You can do this. Gary waited for the first rock to dissolve and pushed in the second. And then when he put in the third, the boy’s body was trembling. Once the third dissolved. He helped the boy to turn over and sit on his ass. G: okay, I just need to make sure everything went correct. I’m going to lift your legs up and I need you to hold them up for me okay? Tanner looked at Gary and his eyes were saucers. The G was kicking in and everything was feeling super heavy and floaty. The eyes were all pupil. He had the boy sit on the edge of the couch. He then pulled his legs up causing the boy to lean back into the couch. G: do you need help keeping your legs up? Tanner nodded and tried to mouth a yes. Only a moan came out of his mouth. Gary took that as a yes. He reached under the couch and pulled out restraints. He used them to tie his ankles to his wrists and then clipped them together. There the straight boy was, legs tied up. Hard as can be, hole on full display. Gary bent down and put his face right above the boy’s hole. G: now I’m going to make sure that the bump worked, okay? Gary pushes out his tongue and makes contact with the teen’s hole. Instant moans come out of the boy. Gary swirls his tongue and flicks it. he goes to town eating the boy’s hole. Tanner is overwhelmed and is pulling as his restraints but they wont budge. Gary starts fucking the hole with the whole of his tongue. The boy squirms in delight. Gary pulls away and grabs his phone. He starts to record his ass eating and the squirming boy making noises. Every once in a while, Tanner would get silent and stop squirming. Gary thought to himself – maybe he did get too much of the G if he is passing out. But that thought would be pushed away by the sound of the boy in delight again. Once the boy’s hole was sufficiently lubed with saliva, Gary fished out another shard for good measure. It pushed it in with little to no resistance for his two fingers. He left it dissolve and pushed a third finger inside the boy. When he pulled the fingers out, Tanner was mouthing some words. Finally what came out of the boy’s mouth was “please, need inside me”. G: oh I have something that’s gonna feel way better than those fingers baby boy. He set the phone down but kept recording. He wanted to record his conquest. Gary spit on his dick a couple times. He made sure every inch of his 7 inches was wet before placing his head at the entrance. G: you want this? You want this dick inside you to make you feel good? Don’t you baby boy? My little straight boy. Gary leaned forward and the head pushed inside the virgin hole. the hole was sucking on Gary’s mushroom head. He leaned forward some more and he sank three inches into the boy. He was halfway in. Gary rocked slowly so that he slowly pushed inside the boy. He slowly stretched the boy’s hole open. Once he bottomed out, he reached up and undid the restraints holding the ankles up with the wrists. He left the legs fall down against his shoulders. He continued to rock back and forth, feeling every inch inside the boy. The throbbed his dick and this made the boys moan. Gary looked down and saw that precum was leaking from the boys dickhead. He used his thumb to collect the precum and pushed the thumb into the boys lips, leaving them all glossy. He knew he didn’t have long and wouldn’t last long either, so he just rocked forward for few minutes. He didn’t fight the urge to shoot his load. He welcomed the first load pushed deep inside the boy. Gary pulled out of the teen. The boy mumbled for more. he was pretty high in the stratosphere. Gary picked up the straight boy and walked him down to the play room.

Technically yes, I started barebacking in 1984 age 15 and my boyfriend never used a condom and I was always delighted to receive his load. I guess neither of us was likely to come into contact with poz guys until a bit late on in life, but who knows! Whether "survivors guilt" has shaped attitudes since the 80s I don't know, but barebacking now and letting nature take its course just feels like the right thing to do?

== 1 == Jason is transferred college athlete. 6’2, muscular, round ass, 9.5 in dick, blonde hair and in the closet. In his previous school there just wasn't enough excitement for him so he decided to attend a bigger school to spice up his sex life. Coach told him today that he's got to get his physical done. Coach has asked the trainer to stay a little longer so Jason will come in as soon as he's done with practice. Jason rushed over to the sport medicine building. It is quiet because no one is here in the evening. Jason is wearing a white shorts and a navy blue shirt. Both are soaked in sweat because he just left practice. He knocked on the door lightly then answered the door was a 6’5 tall man, muscular too with a firm belly with nicely trimmed facial hair. He has a lab coat on but just a t-shirt underneath. Jason could practically see the trainer’s naked chest, his raisin size nipples and nipple rings.. Jason has been watching daddy type porn lately and this trainer totally fits that category. Something about pounding a grown men’s hole and hearing them moan is super satisfying to him. He could practically hear Luke moaning while begging him to pound harder in my mind, but he realized that in reality, he was starring so he quickly looked up and said “Hi. I'm Jason from the volleyball team. Thank you for staying late for me. Coach told me that I have a few things that aren't completed and today is the last day I can get them done” “Hey Jason. I'm Luke. It's no problem. Let's get you in and out of here so we can be both go on and enjoy our weekend. Come on in and let's get your measurements” Luke put his hand on Jason's back to direct him in “Wow. You're soaking wet” Luke said “Yeah. Sorry. I rush straight here after practice. Normally I'd take a shower after practice but I didn't want to make you wait too long” Jason answered Luke held a tablet in his hand looking through Jason's record and said “well.. I didn't realize how many things you have to complete today. Couple of things will take me a few minutes to prepare. There's a few showers in the back. If you want to go get yourself cleaned up while I get everything ready you can. Just leave your clothes off and be in your underwear when you are done. You can put them back on when we're done taking measurements.” “Ok. Sounds good” “Just walk all the way back and make a right then you'll see them” Jason got his toiletry bag out of his backpack and got in the shower Jason thought “Wow. I dodged a bullet there. Hopefully he didn't see my raging hard when he was talking to me. I tried to hide it by holding my bag in front of me. Who knew the school trainer is this hot. If he wasn't wearing that lab coat I would have thought he walked out of one of those porn videos I watched last night” As Jason rubs soap up and down his body, his finger linger around his nipples for a bit longer. When he slid his hand in between his butt cheek, he touched his hole with his middle finger and penetrated it slightly and he found his other hand wrapped around his cock slowly stroking it up and down. “Fuck what am I doing. I really should rub one out so I have less of a chance embarrassing myself with a boner but that would have taken too long so fuck it. But fuuuuuck I'm so horny. Had I known I'd have to come here I wouldn't have saved my load for the long weekend. At least I'll be in my underwear Actually….no I will not. I grabbed my jockstrap this morning bc I didn't know I'm coming here after practice. My underwear is soaking wet so he'd for sure know if I rewear it. Fuck it. It's only for a moment anyway. I have nothing to hide. Plus…. maybe things will go exactly like the videos I watched last night 😁” Jason still thinking about the image of him pounding Luke and the sound of Luke saying ‘give it to me harder, boy. Fuck me’ Jason turned the water to the coldest setting right before getting out to get rid of his boner. Alright. Let's get this measurement thing done. Just need to not get hard in the next 15 min then I'll be good. The towel is barely long enough to wrap around Jason's waist. It's more of a workout towel than a bath towel so with one hand holding on to the towel at his waist and the other hand carrying his backpack, Jason makes his way back to the trainer. He watched Luke’s face closely, hoping that he could pick up a sign from Luke so he could talk suggestively and see if Luke picked up on it. He didn’t want to fuck up his sport scholarship though so that’s why he watched Luke’s reaction closely because he couldn’t afford to be wrong if he decided to hit on Luke. Unfortunately, Luke didn't react to Jason's half naked body. He just instructed him to remove the towel. step on the scale and told him that he’ll be getting his measurements and he has to check his testicles. “Wha…ohhhh ok” Jason said and tried not to act surprised. He dropped his towel and stood there in his jock while Luke got down to measure his waist. His nose is less than an inch away from Jason's bulge but still seem professional and uninterested in Jason's body. He quickly measured Jason's chest, waist, arms and thighs. While down there, he reached for Jason's balls and juggle them around a few times. Jason caught offguard softly let out a moan but he quickly silent himself but his dick grow larger and harder quickly and there was nothing he could do about it but watch it grew. He panicked a little. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I couldn't help it” His said to Luke while looking down at his fully erected dick. His right hand is rubbing the back of his hand, feeling embarrassed and still trying to get rid of all the dirty thoughts that came rushing into his head Luke stood back up and paid no attention to Jason's hard throbbing dick and didn't really acknowledge what Jason said on purpose. “You have to take a flu shot. Which arm is your hitting arm?” He asked “my right” Jason said “What else do I have to do on the list? If you don't mind me asking” Jason said “This is the last thing we have to do". After a long pause while Luke grabbed every he needs, he walked to the left of Jason and asked "This shot is gonna make you feel warm. Anyway... Do you have any plans tonight?” Finally a friendly gesture that Jason has been hoping for. Jason open his mouth and was about to answer but Luke swiftly push the shot in Jason's left arm. Jason felt a rush that he has never felt before. He gasped and couldn't catch his breath.. He tried to breath and gather himself. He looked to his left and noticed Luke took off his lab coat but his bulge was all Jason could focus on. To be continued….

Mu first hookup through m4m, I spontaneously decided to be bb only because I'd seen that in some ads. As I nearly exploded when he pulled me all the way back on his cock, I decided the decision was good.

Just f**king "push it in". And, I yell, "fuck me"....OINK

...after laying out a while, and enjoying the sun nude, it is time for another cold drink. Steve offered to get us one, I said 'sure' and 'thank you'. Steve got up and grabbed our glasses, I noticed Steve was still semi hard...which he had been all morning by the pool. Thank goodness for my sunglasses as I get a great eye full view of that gorgeous swinging cock. "Be right back" Steve says as he saunters off. As I lay there, I can't help but think of Steve's cock. Just amazing to me, the girth and weight of it. Immediately my cock grows, and it takes all of my strength to not touch or stroke me. I know this is just a 'friendly' time by the pool, no sex is intended for sure. We are good friends, and both really enjoy our strength in having very open conversations...about everything! When we originally met on bareback RT, our friendship grew in place of a sexual encounter. I couldn't help but ask questions of you regarding your sexual escapades and desires...along with getting to know you as a person. Knowing you were poz just kept the conversation going for sure. Yes, we both knew our deep desires, but overall, we knew we connected on several levels...and it was very refreshing. Finally, after months of getting to know Steve, summer arrived and he invited me over for some sun and swimming. How could I refuse, some of my favorite past times! And here we are. We both knew that sex was not likely to happen between us, Steve was poz and I was neg. Of course, we flirt, how could we not?? We both love the same sexual types of things. As Steve strolled back out with our newly filled glasses, he seemed almost a little harder than when he left. I didn't mind a bit, and thanked Steve for the drink. "Looks like something got your attention while you were away" nodding at Steve's semi hard cock. He sits down and chuckles, telling me while he went to pee he remembered leaving a porn paused in his bedroom, Treasure Island media of course. As he went to turn off the TV he just had to stare at the scene a bit. "What was the scene?", I ask. Steve described the scene in 'what I can't see 2', of the older man fucking his blind folded boy from behind. I know it all too well, and we laugh. Steve then settles in his lounger I see him adjust his big cock and notice that he is now leaking. uh oh...not good! Steve's nipples are hard too...of course they are..it is a great video! Steve apologizes for leaking, but no apology needed, I know Steve's desires. All good! I can tell Steve is still thinking about the video because he is now rock hard...and leaking a lot more. I am getting excited as well so decide to turn over and get some sun on my back and ass. Steve tells me the worst thing would be to burn my ass cheeks. He asks if I want some sunscreen for my back and butt. "Sure, please." A benefit of having someone sunning with you. I hear him get up and open the lotion, squirting some in his hand. Steve starts to apply it to my shoulders and back. Feels great. He pops the top again, this time applying it directly to my lower back and across the top of my butt. His hands move around my lower back and then onto my ass cheeks. Kneading my ass as he applies the lotion. Of course, I am a flirt and push my ass up a little bit, not even sure if he notices, but soon his fingers brush my hole and I take in a breath. whoa...that felt great. As Steve continues rubbing my ass, and touching my balls from time to time, I suddenly feel Steve's heavy dick land in my open, upturned, palm. The weight of his cock is amazing, and of course now I feel his precum on my hand. Damn, my head is swimming. Soon enough he is done applying lotion but allow your cock to rest in my hand...."fuck that feels good Tim", but we both know it is time for him to lay down again! I release my grip on his cock and Steve slowly stands up, but his precum remains all over me. No problem there. Steven then lays back down and I turn my head towards him, easing up on my side. I see his cock is still swollen and amazing. I know he doesn't mind me staring at his cock ever, so I take full advantage. I reach out and get my drink. Still cold and so refreshing. Of course, my cock is hard now too...thanks to him and his touch. We start to talk some more, now just about anything else besides sex and porn. That helps...as both of our cocks start to settle down. We are laughing a lot about things, men, sex, websites, everything. Steve asks me if I had seen certain guys on BBRT...and then he describes why I might have seen them. Older, hung, poz top men....and then he describes some of them to me. I say, "I will definitely have to check them out", and wink at him. Soon enough it is time for another drink, and I ask Steve if he is ready for another. Drinking the last bit of his drink, he says 'sure' and hands me his glass. "I will be back in a few minutes" I say while grabbing his glass, then adding "unless you left your TV on" and we both laugh. "You can always turn it back on Tim, bedroom is down the hallway on the left", he smiles. I stroll into the kitchen, my mind flashing between the porn and the weight of his cock in my hand. Damn, is another drink really what I need? I smile. I open the freezer to get more ice and vodka, but then close it, thinking to myself, I must see that porn scene again, it has been a long time since I watched it. I stroll down to Steve's bedroom and enter. Of course, the TV is off. ha. damn! I notice his bed is roughly made. Steve’s desk and computer are in the corner, and it seems as though on his nightstand is a cock ring and bottle of lube. huh? A good night, I guess! I smile to myself. I find the remote to the TV and turn it on. Immediately the large screen is filled with the scene from the DVD. The older man's cock is clearly in his young boy, paused right there. I just stare at it...immediately getting hard! I turn the volume down a bit, and press play...just a minute I tell myself. The video starts again and the man is pushing his dick in and out of the b, wow! Fuck I love that video! I realize time is going by as the scene is getting closer to the cum scene, how long have I been standing here!?? Then I hear Steve at the door to the room, "it is good isn't it?". I turn and he is watching me watch the video, his gorgeous cock is rock hard and leaking again. "Sorry Steve, just needed a quick peek" "Not a problem at all Tim, I love that you enjoy it as much as I do", he smiles at me. I turn back to the video just before the older man slides in deep and cums hard in the boy. Damn that is hot. I could tell Steve moved in closer to me and the TV, but I thought it was to get a better view. As the next scene starts, I feel him behind me, his wet dick trails across my ass cheek. I reach back and take his hard dick in my hand, rubbing it all over my ass cheek. "Steve, we shouldn't" "I know Tim, I know. Let's just enjoy the video". So, we stand there watching. He behind me as I milk his cock all over my ass, moments later I feel his fingers tracing through his precum, down my ass crack and brush my now twitching hole. Soon Steve stepped in closer...rubbing is now wet cock up and down my ass crack..."should we get back to the pool and our drinks Tim?" "Fuck Steve", I said with a sigh. "I guess you are right", and I felt him pull away leaving a huge wet spot on my ass above my crack. Steve just sighed....and stroked his cock one more time. Then he reached for the remote and paused the movie where it was at, "I think I will be needing that later" Steve said while laughing. We both left his bedroom breathing hard and cocks bouncing as we walked. "Don't forget those drinks" Steve said while passing though the patio door. Off to the kitchen I went to get those drinks on ice and get back to the sun. Steve was right where he should be, in his lounge chair enjoying the sun. The only evidence of what had happened was a small pool of precum on his thigh where his now soft cock lay. "Thank you, Steve." "For what?" he said while looking up at me. "For not giving in to our desires", I said laughing. "Trust me Tim, if you were poz you would be carrying my load right now" Steve said while moaning softly. Of course, that is all it took to start my cock growing to full hardness again. "And I would be very happy for that sir" I said with a grin! Now it was time for his cock to now start growing. Steve reached down with one hand and gave his cock a good long pull, more precum oozed from his piss slit. The alcohol was definitely beginning to have an effect on my bravery and I asked Steve if I could taste his precum. Of course he said 'sure' as I thought he might. I got up off of my lounge chair and bent over his cock, took it in one hand and milked out another big drop, while looking Steve in the eye lapped that drop up with my tongue. Steve's precum was salty and very good! Without asking, I lowered my mouth to his cock and stroked for several more drops of his natural lube. "Fuck Tim, you are going to get my load if you keep doing that". I took my mouth off of Steve's cock, looked him in the eye and said "not yet baby" and set his cock back down on his leg with one final squeeze. I then straddled Steve on his chair, reached behind me and picked up his cock, laid it flat against my ass. I tweaked one of his nipples and bent down to kiss him deeply! Steve moved both of his hands to my ass cheeks and kneaded my ass like a pro. I felt his hand leave my ass, then his cock moved...then his hand was on my ass again, but guiding his finger to my tight ring, and what seemed to be lubed with his precum. slowly he spread me apart and inserted his finger slowly but steadily. I just moaned into Steve's mouth. I reached around behind me and took hold of Steve's wet cock. Steve pulled his finger from my ass and I placed his slippery cock head against my pulsing ring. "Tim, please don't. We can't fuck without a condom". "Steve, I want you in me, please fuck me" I felt Steve push his cock head past my ring and we both moaned out loud. "You are so fucking hot Tim, once I am in your ass, there is no way I can pull out". I pushed back on Steve's cock and felt the first few inches of him spread me open. "I know baby, please fuck me". I guess that is all the asking I had to do, Steve slowly sank his entire cock into me until I felt his sexy pubes brush my ass. I could feel his cock twitching has he rested there. "Don't move Tim, don't fucking move!" I lay on him, chest to chest as both of his hands were on my ass, cock buried deep in me, oozing precum inside of me I am sure. Within a minute, I felt him pull my ass up almost off his cock and pushed me down again, starting to fuck me in full lengths. My ass felt his oozing, making me wetter, but I was already starting to feel the rawness of his dick fucking me. I sat up....with him buried in me and eased off of him, immediately feeling the void where his cock was. I stood over Steve, "please fuck me from behind on your bed". Then started to walk towards the house. not looking back, but hearing him get off the chair. Entering Steve's room, I found the remote and pushed play to let the porn start up again. With deep moaning from the TV, I moved to his nightstand and grabbed the lube. I tossed it on the end of the bed, and climbed up on the mattress, on all fours...with my now red ass ring facing the door, waiting. Just behind me, Steve entered the room. I looked over my should and saw him there, stroking his cock. I knew what was coming! Steve walked to the bed....and immediately placed his cock in my ass crack, bent down and grabbed the lube. Then I felt the coolness dripping on his cock and my ass. Steve was rubbing his now wet cock between my crack, every once in a while, getting it stuck on my ring. "Tim, I am going to fuck you now...I have to. I will not pull out and you are going to take my poz seed. Are you ok with that?" "YES! sir" I almost yelled. "Good boy". Then he pushed the head of his cock back in my hole and proceeded to fuck me raw like he owned me. My cock was swinging semi hard, leaking precum/cum for the entire time...all I had to do was stroke it and I knew I would cum very hard! The man behind me was all I had thought of, imagining this scenario so many times in my head. Steve's pace was quickening, and I knew I would soon be rewarded with my first poz load, exactly how I wanted it too. Steve was talking very sexy now...very hot and honest while his hips pounded into my ass. "I am going to fucking breed you deep boy, give you my poz cum. Do you want my poz cum?" "Yes sir, please cum in me" "Good boy, here it comes". After a few more deep pushes, Steve buried deep in my ass and started cumming!!!!!! Holding my hips so very hard, making sure his cock was as deep as it could go. That is all it took for my cock to stiffen and shoot my entire load all over the sheets beneath me. Steve was panting hard, "I love fucking you Tim". I turned back to face him, his cock still in me, "I need to taste your cock Steve". He pulled out and I swung around to taste his still throbbing wet cock. Man, his cum and my ass...the most amazing thing. An hour later, after cleaning up. Steve lay behind me on the bed...slowly fucking me again as we watched a new porn. He fondled my hard cock as he slowly slid in and out of me. Steve leaned in close to me, "Tim did you always want this to happen?". I waited a few seconds and thought that over. "Yes I did. I knew from first talking to you, and seeing your pictures....your gorgeous cock...full balls...tan body, I knew I wanted you in me. Did I want your poz cum in me? That I don't know, but I wanted your bare cock in me for sure. Then when I saw you naked up close...it was all I could do to resist you. I honestly loved your thinking about poz/neg sex and love. How you could resist it and that it is both men's choice. I love that." All Steve said was "thank you" and pushed into me again and came!

I grew up barebacking (9) with my uncle (28), cousin (10) and uncle's neighbor friend (30s). We took turns unloading in each other's asses until and my cousin could start shooting. It was easier to clean up after a big fuck session if we held in the cum until we could get to the bathroom to squirt it out in the commode. Sometimes it was in too deep and we just carried it all day. I could hold my uncles cum and my cousins quite well in those days. My uncles neighbor had a thick anbd wide cock that looked like a shark. He tore my ass up and put a rip in my spincter. That rip too forever to heal. I still have the rip today. Sometimes a guy will talk about it when they feel it. It makes taking a fist easy as I can just relax and spread it open. I had never seen a condom until one of my neighbors brought one out to show me and to play with it when I was 17. I never bought a condom until I was 31 and living in a big town in the late 80s where using them was mandatory. I was doing a lot of topping in those days. However, I only used three condoms during that time. I was playing with married guys in those days. If I could get them to take a whiff of poppers when riding my cock, then the condom came off and they were rocking for cum. I went through a phase where I had 4 or 5 married guys enjoying my breedings during afternoon sessions before the wife got home. A couple of guys said they would fuck their wife with my cum in their ass to really get hot. Those were some of the hottest sessions. A couple of the guys lived close. It was kind of awkward to see the wife and kids in the grocery store knowing I had been breeding the dad a day or two before.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Max A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): 48313 Email: mackjr62795@hotmail.com Times you're generally not available: weekdays Age: 28 Height: 5'9" Weight: 240lbs Ethnicity: Mixed Into sexually: Sucking and getting fucked. Anon, blindfolded, cum and go, one-on-one, group, par(t)y. I love to be loaded up.

Sorry to see this end but it was definitely an amazing ending!! After the bar, he was destined to belong to harold! Definitely looking forward to your next story! As always, thanks for sharing your time and talent!

Part 4 I didn’t get good sleep. I woke up sometime later in the night. I was face down on the couch with my knees on the floor. I was groggy and my ass was still sore, thanks to the bathroom guy. Ah shit speaking of which, I was still filled with his piss and cum. “Look who’s awake. Have a fun time out?” Vince was on the couch next to me, he had a hand on my back rubbing me. “It was fine. I think I had too much to drink.” Vince got up and started playing with my ass. Sticking his fingers in me. “I’ll bet you did. A little birdie told me you had some interesting fun at the urinals.” He was slowly finger fucking me. I was too tired to resist and I was still a bit intoxicated from earlier. “You know about that? Did you tell that guy about me?” He pulled his fingers out and sucked on them, then shoved them back in. “I tell all my friends about the boys I fuck. Gotta admit, I was shocked when Harold told me about what all you did. No one hooks up with Harold. He’s definitely an acquired taste and a bit touched in the head. I didn’t know you were so turned on by his type. Shame on you Mark. You let him breed you before me? That’s not fair.” Vince pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. He slid two thirds of the length in me and started pumping his meat in my ass. “Mmm… that guy wasn’t my type. He forced himself on me.” “He said you grabbed his dick at the urinals and forced it in your ass. I heard you moaned and begged for his cum. He said you also insisted on licking his feet. Dirty boy. You must be a secret kink whore when I’m not around. You didn’t have to force him though. You’re exactly his type.” He was picking up the pace. His fucking was more intense as he was getting into it. What the hell was that Harold guy saying about me? That’s not what happened! He crawled all over me! Oh god Vince’s cock was feeling really good. But it was still worn out from earlier. “Vince, my ass has already been fucked today, can you.. oh… can you please give me a break?” Vince was fucking me faster. His breathing was heavy. “Oof! Once I shoot this load off I’ll let you rest. Oh yeah! You need to take me cum. You owe me.” “Uh, no Vince, you can’t cum in me.” “Just a moment. I’ll pull out in a moment.” His cock was drilling deep. I don’t think all of it was inside me but it felt like most of it was. It was driving me crazy and it was feeling good. I gritted my teeth and endured his assault, waiting for him to take it out of me. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck mark!” Vince’s thrusting was slamming into me with such force it felt like I was splitting in two and I couldn’t think straight. My poor guts were being terrorized by his fleshy broom handle. *slam slam slam slam “AAAAGH!!!” Vince’s hips slammed forward and I felt his hips smack up against my ass. ‘Oh fuck he’s fully inside me!’ My insides felts like they were on the brink of being ruptured. In that moments I could feel every thing. The pulsing of his cock, the jet streams of his thick gelatinous cum blasting out and crawling it’s way up in my intestines. His balls pressing up against me were twitching too and I could feel the all the motions of his -Mmm- the cum leaving his balls, traveling down his long shaft and firing into my tenderized guts like a water jet. “Ugh.. no…” is all I could say as Vince collapsed on top of me. His cock slowly, periodically fucking it’s load deeper. “Woo, about time I filled you with my poz cum. It was only a matter of time.” “Vince, why would you do that?“ He came in me! Vince actually came in me! Oh god no, I need to get it out. I need to do something. I can’t let this stuff set in. He got up and pulled his long dick out of me. It was coated in a yellow white cum gloss. “You were nude on display. You were asking for it. Besides you let Harold fuck you. He may not be poz but it certainly takes a deep depravity to let him anywhere near you.” He slapped my ass and stood up. “Okay who wants next?” Next? Who was he talking too? Then I felt a new pair of hands on my ass. Vince was on the other side of the couch, watching. Someone else was here? I looked over my shoulder and saw some middle aged guy with a pot belly behind me as he slammed his cock in my ass. “Ow shit! Vince what’s going on?” “I brought a couple friends over for a group fuck but when we got here you were all naked and ready to go. So everyone thought it was best to make you the center of attention.” The middle aged guy was all ready getting to work on my ass. Fucking me sloppy. He was big but not freakishly big like Vince so it was actually enjoyable to a degree. “Ah, I need to leave. I…” I could barely speak. My ass felt good from the smaller dick going to town, plowing away. “Not yet boy. You’re gonna take my cum. Your ass is so used and messed up, but I’m fine with it.” The guy liked to talk while he fucked me. “Yeah, how much dick have you taken today? You’re a dirty slut and you love it.” I didn’t like the talk but I did like his technique. He was hitting all the right spots. But as much as I was liking it, I still needed to find a way to clean my self out. It’s not too late to- “AAH fuck! Yeah” The guy reached his finish line and I felt him shoot his load up in me as well. Fuck, another anonymous load in me. “Now can I go?” “Not yet. You have one more guest to take care of.” Vince pointed to a bear walking towards me. “Mr. Lopez?!” What the actual fuck?! It was my English teacher! What the fuck was he doing here?! “Hi there Mark, I knew Vince since before you started class. I always kept my distance but I guess there’s no point in that now. This should be fun. And no, I’m not excusing your paper if it comes in late.” Mr. Lopez got behind me and grabbed my legs. He flipped me over so I was facing him. He stuck his cock in my face which was nice and thick and around 6 or 7 inches. He was slapping my face with it. “You’re going to be a good student and suck your teachers cock.” I can’t believe this was happening. How has Vince managed to infiltrate so many aspects of my life? I can’t go to the bars or school without running into someone within his circle. Mr. Lopez’s cock was pointed at my mouth. The other guys were standing around me. I felt like I had no choice. I opened my mouth and let my teacher fuck my face. “That’s a good student. A for effort.” I worked my mouth on him while he slid it in and out. Vince had my phone and was filming me. “This will make a nice home video.” I continued to suck my teachers cock. It taste salty and I liked it. I was crossing so many lines today, but at this point I felt too far gone. I threw out my reservations and just enjoyed the cock in my mouth. Mr. Lopez had a bearish belly but he was decently muscular too. I never thought of him sexually before but in this situation he was kinda hot. He fucked my mouth faster and he seemed to get pretty close. “Why don’t you shoot it up his ass? Add to the collection.” The middle aged guy suggested. “Nah, he has Vince’s nasty load up there. I don’t want that in my dick. I don’t plan on catching the bug. This kid is damaged goods now so I’ll shoot my last load in his mouth this time.” This time? What did he mean by that? “Oops, looks like Mr. Lopez spoiled the surprise. Yeah Mark, we couldn’t wait for you to wake up when we got here so we all took turns fucking your ass. Some of us went twice.” Vince laughed like it was some big joke to him. How many loads were in me? I can’t keep track anymore. Fuck it, I don’t care. I put my hands on Mr. Lopez’s ass and rubbed it as I sucked him. “Ooh yeah, the kid is getting into it. It’ll be interesting keeping him after class. Oh fuck here it comes.” He fucked my mouth and hit the back of my throat as he grunted and came in me. I swallowed in sync with his jets. “Ahh nice. Yeah I’m spent now.” Mr. Lopez seemed satisfied, and with the last of them finishing off inside me perhaps I could find and opportunity to get away. “ -This made me think of you dad.- aaaand send.” Vince was doing something with my phone. “There we go Mark, just sent a video of you sucking off your teacher to your father. That will make for an interesting dinner table discussion.” He what?! Vince put my phone on the kitchen counter away from the main action. Immediately I could hear the vibration of an incoming call. There was no way I was going to answer that. What the hell would I say? ‘Sorry dad a guy from a gay party sent that as a joke?’ Oh… Well yeah, I guess I could say that. But still that’s going to make for one hell of an awkward conversation. The phone call stopped and a flurry of texts vibrated in. Oh boy. I don’t want to deal with that. “Well this was fun Vince but I’m exausted.” One of the guys said. “Yeah, the kid is too gross at this point for me to have anymore interest.” Another said. “Alright boys, thanks for stopping by. I’ll make sure Mark gets properly ruined through the night.” Vince and the others got dressed and headed out. He sent them on their way and I was once again left alone with him. Vince got down to my level and grabbed my chin. “So Mark, how’s it feel to be a used poz slut?” He looked at me with a devilish grin. He seemed proud of himself. “I need to go to the bathroom.” I moved his hand away and sorely walked to the bathroom and shut the door. My heart was beating fast and I felt a wave of anxiety over me. Oh god, why did things have to end up like this? I tried my best to evacuate everything the men put in me. The cum, the piss. There was so much of it. Nothing else in my guts contained anything else but white and yellow. This is my life now? Being a dirty kink slut? Sure, some of it I do like. Hell a lot of it was actually really hot. But I didn’t think I would downfall so far so fast. After I finally got a shower in and some heavy douching, I spent a long time in the bathroom. Not because I had anything left to do there. But because I was lost in thought. I figured I might do pep tomorrow but wouldn’t Vince just fuck the hell out of me again and again till it stuck? I didn’t know what to do. What I did want was to go to bed. I got out of the bathroom and was heading to my bedroom in the nude when Vince got my attention. “Oh Mark finally. Your boyfriend is here. He’s waiting in your room.” “Boyfriend?” I don’t have a boyfriend. What was he talking about? I walked to my bedroom door and slowly opened it. “Have fun you two. Don’t worry, I’m pretty much done with you now Mark. I’ll let you to have plenty of quality time together, he he.” In the bedroom. Laying in my bed was the creepy guy from the bar, Harold. He was naked and playing with his cock. “Mmm nice to see you again. Come here.” “Dude what are you doing here?!” He actually came to my place? Oh jeeze I can’t handle this right now. I walked over to grab his arm and guide him out but as soon as I got close he grabbed me and pulled me on the bed, and rolled on top of me. “Mmm sweet boy.” He grabbed my face and kissed me deep, shoving his tongue in my mouth. His saliva taste like cock or balls or something salty and musky. His lips were thick, sucking my face. Fuck his tongue was freakishly huge and slimy! He was reaching it all the way in my mouth. It danced around like a swirling eel. I pushed against him but he was sweaty and too heavy to moved. He broke the kiss and let me up for air. Spit stringing between our mouths. I coughed as I gasped. “I don’t know what you told Vince but this isn’t okay. You can’t just show up here.” He was shifting his weight on me. He moved up to sit on my chest. It was hard to breath. “We need to finish what we started.” Harold stood out on the bead and turned around. I saw the familiar sight of his big ass being spread open as he brought it down on me. “Dude wait!” I put my hands up like last time but it was harder to hold him back. My face went in his ass again and his sweaty moist pucker was reaching for my mouth. It was getting closer and I could feel his juices drip down on my lips. “Mmm don’t fight it. Kiss it. Let it know you love it.” My arms were getting weak fast. I couldn’t get out from under him and he was determined to plant his asshole on my mouth. I was tired and broken from the events of today. There was no escaping it. So I decided to give in. I let go of his ass and let him have his way. I figured I might as well rim him since I’ve already been sullied by so many others in so many ways. His hole pressed against mine and it felt like it was making out with me. I opened up and stuck my tongue inside him. His ass taste salty and sweaty, it was a strong taste but I managed to handle it. I swirled my tongue in him and his hole opened and closed with a strong suction as if it was trying to suck my tongue inside him. “Awww, that’s where you belong. Lick me deep. Enjoy your dinner.” I got used to the taste of his ass after a while. I was able to notice his asshole was fairly juicy and smooth. After the initial shock it turned out to not be that bad. He moved around a bit so I could breathe through my nose here and there but he kept his ass planted on my mouth, grinding down and moaning as I worked my way inside him. I must have licked his ass for long time. My jaw was tired and my tongue was worn out. I had to think of something to give my mouth a rest so I reached between his legs and jacked his cock. It was hard and covered in pre. He got the hint and got up off of me. But he got between my legs and leaned over to lick my mouth and face. He wanted to taste himself on me. He stuck his tongue back in my mouth and made out with me more. I didn’t know what to do with my hands so I put them on his shoulders. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me tighter against him. He grabbed my legs and spread them. I could tell he was going to try and fuck me again so I rolled over off the bed and went to the door and opened it. “Okay that’s it. Time to go.” I told him. He was on his back laying in bed looking at me. “Don’t you want these?” “Want what?” He wiggled his toes and I noticed the bottoms of his feet pointing at me. Big, plump, slightly dirty. I wanted him gone but as soon as I saw his feet I had a carnal urge welling up that my head I was fighting against. My cock got hard. My mouth salivated. I didn’t know why I was so transfixed on them. I looked back at the door and back at his feet, struggling with what to do. Fuck it. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between his huge stompers. They covered my whole face and were hot and sweaty with a strong smell. So many people were having their way with me that I wanted to have my way with something. And apparently this has rapid fire become a huge kink for me. I would never say this out loud but this was heaven. The large soft soles, the round toes, the taste, the smell, the subjugation, I fucking loved it. Damn it, I’m a foot sub, I can accept that. I just want to feel them, taste them, rub them on my face. I ran my tongue up and down his soles, savoring their flavor and kissing the heels. I work my way all over the area before moving up to the toes and kissed them then sucked on each one. I tried to shove his foot in my mouth as deep as I could. His other foot caressed my face while I worked it in. I could feel my cock licking pre as I was getting lost in the moment of the foot worship. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. At least to me it was. I was rock hard and throbbing but I still held the feet to my face pressing them in. I felt like I was smothering myself in them. I could feel myself building up. As I licked and rubbed all over them, I was turned on to level I never had been before. Just when I felt like it couldn’t get anymore hot. My cock shot it’s wad hard. I came hands free for the first time and it was all because of the huge erotic feet in my face. I came up from them and looked at them. They were clean and glistening from my slobber all over them. The guy they belong to looked pleased with my work. I was a little lightheaded. I must have really gone into it hard. I looked at my clock. I was at it for 45 minutes? Wow that’s longer then I thought. Harold sat up and his cock was pointing straight at me. I guess he wanted me to suck it. I might as well. It wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve done with him. I opened my mouth and he shoved it in. It had a strong flavor but his ass and feet were stronger so this wasn’t so bad. I worked my mouth up and down on his shaft for a moment but Harold put his hands on the back of my head and pressed me into him. “Time to drink my piss.” He’s going to piss in my mouth?! As soon as he said that his cock erupted a hot flow of tangy piss in my mouth. I wasn’t ready for it and it burst out from my lips and rand down my chin a little. I didn’t want him pissing all over my room so I clamped my lips around his shaft and gulped down as fast as I could. It was my first time drinking piss from a guy, and I was struggling to swallow it all. My stomach was getting full and I needed air. His stream slowed and I was finally getting to the end of it. I sucked out the last few drops and pulled away to catch my breath. “Fuck I can’t believe I did that.” “I knew you’d love my piss. You’ll love everything I have to give you. Get on the bed and spread you ass for me. I wanna fuck.” He grabbed me and pulled me on the bed. I was on my back and Harold spread my legs and got between them. His cock was pointed at my ass and he was getting ready to shove it in. The large cock head pressed against my hole and his arms held my legs apart. “Not this again. Haven’t you had enough?” He jammed it in me and started fucking me like how he did in the bar. Rough and ravenous. It wasn’t the best form but the girth of his cock still stretched my ass wide and I was struggling to manage it even though I had been used by so many guys tonight as is. He was thicker then the rest. He let his body down and fucked me missionary. Wrapping his arms around my torso and shoving his huge tongue in my mouth as he fucked me. He was so big, my body felt like it was disappearing under him. Then I heard the door open. Vince came in the room. He was hard again and was doing something I couldn’t see. “Aw what a lovely couple. Don’t mind me love birds I was just bringing in some things.” Harold looked over to him, his thrusting in my ass never stopped. “Shove that cock in my ass. I want to shit your cum out in this boys mouth.” “No thanks Harold. I may have no standards. But even I wouldn’t go anywhere near your ass.” “He loved eating it earlier. Slurped me all up like a good boy.” “Ew really? Wow I really misjudged you Mark. You’re a braver man then I.” I couldn’t speak to defend myself. Harold’s fucking was so hard that I couldn’t form words. The two of them were having a casual conversation while I was getting jackhammered by Harold’s short fat cock. At some point Harold convinced Vince to let him suck his cock. He was sucking Vince while he fucked me. Vince got on the bed and his balls were slapping me in the face while he fucked Harold’s mouth. This was a threesome I never thought I would be a part of. But admittedly Harold’s fucking was feeling pretty good once my ass was used to his girthy cock. I tried to make the most out of the situation and I opened my mouth to suck on his balls. I got one of his massive plumb balls in my mouth and was gently sucking it. That did it for him. I felt his balls tremble in my mouth as Vince let out a grunt. He shot what I am sure was a huge load of thick cum in Harold’s mouth. He finished up and got up off the bed. His cock dribbling post cum on my forehead. Harold looked at me with his lips closed and his cheeks puffed. He hadn’t swallowed the cum and his mouth was full. He brought his face down on me again and pressed his thick juicy lips against mine and spat Vince’s cum in my mouth. He used his big tongue to push it all to the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow it all. Vince stood in the corner of the room watching Harold on top of me drilling away. Casually playing with his cock. He had my phone in his hand filming us. “Oh yeah. Here it comes. Im gonna shoot my sperm in you!” “Woo, shoot it Harold. Seed that slut.” Vince cheered. Harold kept holding me tight as his face contorted, working up to his orgasm. I didn’t bother with stopping him. His cock felt good and I figured I was already damaged goods so what was one more load? “Aargh!! Ahh!” Harold slammed into me and unloaded his balls. I felt him pulse several times. My sore tenderized ass could feel every spurt inject into me. He awkwardly looked me in the eye with every burst of cum. He wanted to see the look on my face as he emptied himself in my ass. When he was done he laid on top of me, his cock slipped out and I could feel his cum licking out of me. We laid there for a while covered in sweat and sex fluids. Despite it being Harold, the molesting creep from the bathroom, I managed to enjoy it. “Everything look in order Harold?” “Yeah that’s all of it. Thanks.“ I looked over and I saw two large suitcases in my room. What were those for? When did they get here? Harold got up and unzipped one of them. He pulled out some clothes and was arranging them in my dresser. “What are you doing?“ “Oh did I forget to mention Mark? Harold here is so smitten with you that I decided to let him move in with us. He will be sleeping with you in your room naturally.“ I got out of bed but I was too sore to stand up. I was on my hands and knees. “What? He can’t sleep in my room.“ Harold walked over to me and stepped on me. Pinning me to the ground. He moved his foot up to my face and was rubbing me with it. An erotic wave of carnal desire for his big beautiful foot washed over me again and I immediately got hard. “Be honest boy. Do you love my feet?” I didn’t want to answer but the horny side of my brain took over. “Yes.“ “Do you want to taste these feet every day?“ “Yes.“ “Then I will be staying here with you from now on. Hey Vince. Do you want one last go at his ass? He’s my property now but I will let you blow one last load in him.“ “Eh, fine. Might as well…” Vince got behind me and pointed his cock at my ass. He pushed in with little resistance and slid all the way down to the base. He got every inch in me in one go. It didn’t hurt so bad, I was getting used to it. I was getting used to a lot of things. He kept himself firmly planted in me as he watched me lick Harold’s feet. I was moaning as I stuck my tongue between his toes. “Mmmh, go ahead Vince. Fuck me. I don’t care. Demolish me with your fantastic horse cock.“ Instead of fucking me. Vince pulled his cock out. “Uh, nah. I’m good. I already shot plenty in him today. He’s clearly your toy now Harold. He’s no fun anymore.” I was only half paying attention to what he was saying. The foot domination was blanking out my mind. In that state I didn’t care about anything. All I wanted to do was be beneath them. And if Harold was going to live with me then so be it. If he wanted to tell people I was his boyfriend, fine whatever. I’ll lick his feet every day. I’ll let him fuck me, piss inside me, drink his piss, eat his ass. Anything he wants. I just want to be a foot slut for him. I will do anything for these feet.

Part 3 It only took me a short moment to regain consciousness. First thing I noticed was my throat was sore and my stomach felt queazy from the multiple huge loads of Vince’s special brand of cum in it. Then I noticed I wasn’t in the living room but I was in Vince’s bed. He must have carried me here when I was out. “Hey you didn’t die! That’s good news for me. I would have had to work hard to dump a load in your ass before you got cold, he he he.” Vince was there playing with my ass. He had a couple fingers in me that he replaced with his tongue. As good as it felt I turned over and faced him, which incidentally landed my legs around his waist and his semi hard cock touch my ass. “How long was I out?” My voice was scratchy as I asked rubbing my throat. “Less then a minute. I figured you’d like to be more comfy.” His arms wrapped around my legs. His hands rubbing my ass. He moved his hips forward and his shaft ground against my crack. “Vince, my ass is sore, my throat is sore. My stomach hurts. I can’t handle anymore messing around.” “You said you’d suck my cock anytime.” “You can’t possibly go another round so soon.” “He he, yeah you’re right. I’ll need a while before I’m ready to go again. A younger version of me would be more energetic and I’d be hips deep in your ass about now.” He continued his humping. Miming out the motions of ass fucking. His dick was only half erect which was impressive enough given his two orgasms earlier. He grabbed his dick and was aiming it towards my hole, trying to push it in. “Vince I thought you weren’t going to fuck me?” “I’m not, I just need to take a piss.” He forced his half hard cock in my ass which gave little resistance. “Again? I don’t want piss up my ass.” “Oh then would you like to drink it?” “Ew no. No water sports.” “I won’t ask for another blow job today if you let me piss in your ass from now on. You’re throat could use a rest.” “Ugh fine make it quick.” I was still horse and rubbing my throat. It hurt to talk and if I could give my mouth a break for a while then I’m fine with taking a little piss where I can’t actually taste it. As soon as I gave to go ahead, I felt a hot spreading sensation in my ass. He was already relieving himself inside me. “Ahhh, that’s a good toilet boy. Oh how I wanted you like this the moment I saw you. Yeah that’s a thirsty ass. Oof drink me up toilet boy.” “That nickname better not stick. God, how much do you have in you?” I was feeling my guts bloat as Vince continued to stream. I hadn’t even noticed that he was all the way inside me. But that didn’t count for much given how he was only half soft. “You’re all they way inside me this time.” “Ah, yeah. It’s easier this way. But you better hope I don’t get a full hard on like this, or it’ll get full on hard at full length. Oh, there we go. All finished. How do you feel?” “Like I’m going to burst. I should go to the bathroom.” Vince kept me glued to his cock. “Not yet. We don’t want to blast it all over the sheets now. Just let it spread deeper in you. Trust me, I’m very experienced with this. The more you wait the more my piss will work it’s way up and you’ll feel a little less bloated.” I laid back and waited for his piss to spread deeper in me. While I waited I considered my situation. This was the fifth time I’ve had his cock in me now? I lost track. But I’m here in his room with it up in me again. Somehow how he keeps getting me to do these things. But to be fair it’s not entirely his fault. My curiosity and minor enjoyment of some of the things he does has also been a factor. At first I thought it was all him but more and more I’m starting to get into more kink myself. I learned I liked having my feet played with. And if I try to think about it with an open mind, sure, a cock pissing in my ass is kinda hot too. Weird, last week I was a totally vanilla guy and now I’m doing raunch with a dirty poz fucker. If any of these kinks stuck I should definitely try them about with other guys. Ouch what’s that? “Ooh seems like I’m getting a little harder, ooh he he he. What will happen to your ass if I get to full mast?” “Ow can you pull out now?” “Why? Let’s see where this goes.” He was now fucking my ass again. This time filled with piss and his hips firmly pressed against my ass. His dick was getting harder and it was bulldozing it’s way in me. It was hurting the more he kept it in. “Ah, no more. I need up, seriously.” “Okay, such a serious boy.” He stopped fucking and slowly pulled his cock out. I managed to clench up but a little piss still got out. “Oops, we’ll I guess that was bound to happen. Oh well it’s only a little.” I slowly got up and left Vince’s room. I got rid of whatever I could from the piss fucking and brushed my teeth. I looked for any pepto but we were out. I could barely recognize my reflection. I was turning into a kinkster wither I wanted to or not. And my roommate was the corrupter. For the rest of the day I managed to go unmolested. Minus a few minor incidences. Vince regained his need to cum and was looking for hookups. I enjoyed my day while he was out. I managed to get a few assignments finished since I didn’t have the distractions. My throat was still a little sore but my stomach not longer hurt. I guess Vince’s cum can do a number on you in more ways then one. Can you get food poisoning from cum? After I felt like I was productive enough I went out myself. I needed time away from the flat and unwind. I went to a local gay bar that was close by. I just wanted a couple drinks, and exchange glances with handsome strangers. I definitely wasn’t in the mood to hook up but the attention would be welcomed. I sat at the bar and ordered a whisky cola. After a few refreshing sips I surveyed the place. A few faces I recognized, some new ones, some creepy ones, some cute ones. There weren’t many there tonight, probably because it was still early. One drink turned into four. I was getting a comfortable buzz on. Not crazy drunk but I was definitely feeling it. I had chatted with a couple guys casually until they had to go meet up with friends. I had an invite to join a group for bar hopping but I had class in the morning and wasn’t up for it. When the semester is over I’ll be able to take a little brake from the crazy scheduling. At some point I needed to take a leak so I wandered to the bathroom. I was wobbling a bit. The booze was probably effecting me a little more then I thought. The bathroom was way in the back and had one of those weird layouts. An L shaped room with urinals around the counter of the stalls. I think it was pretty popular for cruising, not that I’d have any experience with that. I wandered all the way around at the end of the urinals to the only one that looked the least dirty. As I was doing my business someone else came in. He went to the urinal right next to me. Of course he chose that one. Of all the urinals he could have picked he picked the one next to me and we were both at the far end of the room. “Hey there. Nice cock.” Yup, he was cruising. He was a tall 40 something fat guy with greasy messy dark hair and thinning on top. He had baggy worn through clothing and sandals. He had harsh rough facial features and a nasally voice. He wouldn’t classify as a bear, more like a weirdo living in his mothers basement. The type of guy I’d normally avoid. He wasn’t pissing. I glanced down at his dick and he was stroking a fat 5 inch cock with a large cock head, his balls were big but his bush was unkempt. The alcohol was throwing me off guard because I wasn’t subtle enough at the glance. He caught me staring. “You can suck it if you like.” He turned towards me and stepped closer holding his dick up. He had BO. I could tell but the way he talked and carried himself, he wasn’t all there. I said nothing and finished shaking my last few drops. But before I could put my dick away he put a hand on my butt. “You’re Vince’s boy right?” “What? How…” That got my attention. How did this guy know Vince and how did he know we knew eachother? But I wasn’t anyones ‘boy’. The harsh looking guy looked over his shoulder as if to make sure no one was around then went behind me and pulled my pants down. He bent me over the urinal and I was having trouble keeping my balance. Woah what’s happening right now? He’s not actually going to fuck me is he? “I just gotta do this real quick.” He spat on his cock and was jabbing against my hole. His head was digging into me and he put his hands on my hips and slammed forward penetrating me all the way. “Ow what the hell?!” He was fucking me desperately. He was clumsy and rough. I was able to take his length easy enough but the girth was challenging. “Oh yes! Hot ass!” His slamming was relentless. His big belly rested on my ass and it felt like I was getting absorbed into him. My face was almost against the wall. He was too big to get away from and he was enjoying my ass like a starving dog. “Dude pull it out.” I grunted softly. I didn’t want to be too loud because I was terrified of what anyone would think if they saw this. I wasn’t even sure he heard me. “I haven’t fucked a delicious boy like you before. Oh fuck I’m gonna cum! Sorry! I have to cum in you! You don’t mind! You’re a dirty cum pig! ARGHH!” He slammed into me several times as he unloaded into me. His cock throbbed as it gushed. Shit what did he just say? Fuck no, this guy needs to get the hell off me. He kept thrusting in me a few times as he finished up. I wanted him out as soon as possible but he just held me in place. Then I heard him sigh. “Ahhhh…” my ass felt a familiar hot spreading. ‘Damn it, am I getting pissed in again?!’. He was definitely pissing inside me. I could feel it spreading deep but luckily it wasn’t a huge amount. The creep eventually pulled out of me. A small stream of yellow squirted out my ass and dripped on the floor. He let go of me and I fell to the floor. As I looked up at him he stared down at me. “You should come home with me. I have plans for a handsome juicy boy like you.” The sketchy guy took off a sandal and held a foot in front of my face. It was massive and plump like a size 14 and dirty on bottom. ‘Hu? What is he doing?’ He brought it down and smeared his foot sweat on my face. I was grabbing his leg and trying to get him away but i couldn’t stop his large foot. It was moist and rank. This guy was trying to get as much kink mileage as he could. Then he shoved his toes in my mouth. I protested but nothing else I was doing worked so I figured it would be best to do what he wanted so he’d leave. I reluctantly sucked his toes the same way Vince sucked mine. The taste was almost like Vince’s cum, salty and foul, but a bit cheesy. I was hating it, but after a minute of licking his foot clean my dick was starting to get hard. ‘Oh fuck! I’m not getting into this am I?’ I tried to fight back my boner but there was something about the softness of the bottoms of his feet that felt, cushy? Soft? Something like that. I couldn’t really describe it. It was…nice? “Nice, boner there.” He moved his foot from my face down to my cock and rubbed it. He put his hands in the wall to support himself while he was jacking me with his foot. It felt good and I was leaking pre so his foot job was getting slippery. It was so embarrassing. I was getting turned on by it. Not from him but from what he was doing. I couldn’t help but grab it and move my hips so I could hump it in rhythm to his movements. He stopped moving his foot and let me fuck his sole at my own pace. His meaty toes caressing my head. It didn’t take me long to work up to a cum shot. I blasted my load all over his foot and between his toes. My heart was beating fast and the creepy guy kept looking around. He turned around and for a second I thought he was going to leave but he walked backwards towards me and pulled his pants down revealing his fat lumpy pockmarked ass. He spread his cheeks and exposed a dark hairy gaping ass hole. It was large and moist and it was coming right toward me. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” I threw my hands up and pushed them against his huge ass but he buried my face in it regardless. My resisting stopped his slimy pulsing hole from kissing my lips but just ever so slightly. He stank and I didn’t want to rim him. But my arm strength was failing me. He let go of his cheeks which engulfed my head ear to ear. His drooling doughnut hole puckered towards me like a hungry beast ready to devour prey wandering into it’s cave. Oh shit I’m about to eat the ass of this gross basement troll. “Come on, stick that tongue out. Shove it in my hole. Lick me clean.” Luckily someone else came in the bathroom, but straight into a stall by the entrance. That made the chubby stranger jump a bit and remember we weren’t in a perminantly private place. He pulled his ass away and stood up. Thank goodness, I thought I was going to get swallowed whole by that bottomless cavern. “Here, you can have this back.” He handed me my phone. When did he get that? When he fucked me? “Why did you have this?” “I have your number now. I have a bigger apatite then this. I’ll see you around.” He hurried out of there leaving me alone. I looked through my messages. He shot videos of himself fucking me and giving him foot service. It looked like he sent himself the videos too. Also my number and home address were sent to him. Great now I’m gonna get stalked by the living definition of a stalker. I’ll need to get tested soon because that pig shot in me too. I stood up and I was still wobbly. I didn’t bother with getting his piss out of me, I just wanted to leave as soon as possible. So I made my way home. When I got home I struggled with the keys for a bit but managed to get the door open. I wanted a damn shower after what I don’t even want to think about happened. I was tired and dizzy with too much to drink. I leaned up against the couch and stripped my clothes off. I was going to head to the shower but I ended up falling asleep right there.

2. Greg I couldn't stop staring at the man between my legs. I was in heaven; this handsome older man had just finished fucking me, shooting his sperm into my vulnerable young hole. Not only had he bred me, he was my father's brother, my own flesh and blood. I had been dreaming of this for months, trying to make it happen. I had carefully planted the seed in my dad's mind of Uncle Nate driving me to college on the other side of the country. Once that had worked out, I had made sure that Uncle Nate had been too horny to think with anything but his cock. It had gone almost as I had dreamt of, he hesitated only briefly before plunging his raw cock into my virgin hole. I hadn't been lying when I told him he was my first. I had fucked some guys, but some intuition had made me wait for someone special to be the first guy to screw me. Uncle Nate certainly qualified and I was glad I had waited. "You ok?" he asked me. I must have zoned out a bit, thinking about what I had just done. "Great. Sorry, I guess I spaced out there. What you thinking about for dinner?" I asked. "Get some pizza and beer, and bring it back here?" "Perfect," I said. I finally moved, getting off the bed and wandered to the window. I pulled the shade back, looking out into the evening sun, golden but strong. I knew it would still be hot out. I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top. Nathan had also gotten off the bed, and was fumbling with his phone. "Pepperoni and mushroom good?" he asked me. "Sounds good," I said. He placed the order, pacing around the small room, still naked. "Fifteen minutes," he said. He rummaged through his bag, and grabbed a jockstrap and like me, a pair of cargo shorts. "This is going to be a fun fit," he said, as he pulled on the jockstrap. It only barely contained him. His cock was still thick and slightly hard. It strained against the threadbare fabric of the pouch. My ass twitched at the sight of him filling out the jockstrap. I felt his jizz deep in my hole and knew it was slowly soaking in. We continued to dress: I found my flip-flops, and he pulled on a black tank top. His chest hair still stuck out over the top of the tank, despite being carefully trimmed. I nearly pushed him back onto the bed and rode him once more. Not immediately fucking him again took a surprising amount of restraint on my part. He slipped into his sandals, then turned to me, and asked "Ready?" "Yeah," I said. With our near-matching outfits, there was enough resemblance between us that we looked like a father and his son. It was a nice thought, but I knew our relationship was now and forever closer than any father and son could dream of. We walked out into the hot, humid evening. "Damn," he said, "Still hot out." I nodded silently. I knew the black Land Rover would be baking. And I knew Nathan would be sweating soon. My cock twitched at the thought of how he would smell in a few minutes. I wanted him on top of me, his cock buried in my hole, my face buried in his sweaty chest. "I'll drive," I offered. "Sure. I can get us to the pizza place." He tossed me the keys, and we got in the car. I opened the sunroof a crack, enough to get a bit of air as the air conditioner struggled in the heat. We pulled out onto the street, and drove towards town. It took us about five minutes to get to the pizza place. In a non-descript strip mall, there was a party store at one end. "You want to get the pizza, and I'll get some beer?" Uncle Nate asked. He handed me a twenty, and we went our separate ways. Surprisingly, the pizza was ready when I walked in. I paid, and took it back to the car. I popped the back and pawed through one of my many bags. I knew what I wanted for the evening, a small bag with some rolling papers, a lighter, and most importantly some weed. I was pretty sure Uncle Nate would be cool with me getting stoned and would probably even join me. And, if he was at all like me, I knew the weed would make him horny. With just a bit of luck, he would fuck me at least one more time that night. Uncle Nate came back right as I found the bag it was all in. "Looking for something?" he asked. "Yeah, I found it," I said. "You mind driving?" "Not at all." I threw him the keys. As we climbed in, he put the six pack of beer in the back seat with the pizza. Once on the road, I opened the bag and pulled out the glass jar of weed. "Cool?" I asked. I opened the glass, letting the herbal fragrance fill the car. I held the glass jar up, letting see how full it was. "Oh, very nice, Greg," he said. "I could use some of that. And it smells damn good." I closed the jar, and put it back in the bag. We were quiet the short way back to the motel. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence; we had talked during most of the day's drive. There was much more we both wanted to talk about, but the car was an uncomfortably public area in which to talk about those matters. We both knew that no one could hear us, but still, the proximity of all the other drivers was disconcerting. I grabbed the beer and weed, and he carried the pizza into the room. He put it on the small table, and put some slices on a plate for the tow of us. I had a joint already rolled. I handed it and the lighter to him as I started rolling another one. He did a toke from it, and broke down coughing. "It's been a long time for me," he said, taking a swig of the beer. "And it's strong stuff," I said. He handed me the joint, and I took a hit. "How long has it been for you?" I asked. "Let me think." Uncle Nate paused, coughed, then continued. "Nearly six months. Jason had random drug tests, so we've had to keep ourselves clean for a bit." He sat down in the chair opposite me, the pizza between us. I handed him the joint, and he took another hit. While I finished making two more joints, we passed the first one back and forth. "One for the road tomorrow," I said, as I put one joint away with the rest of the weed. The pot was starting to hit me. I opened my beer, and took a swig. Between us, we finished up the joint, and most of the pizza. We were just staring at each other, relaxed and comfortable. Finally, I broke the silence. "How long have you been poz?" I asked. "A long time," he said. "Let me think." He leaned back, and I could see him counting the years. "Just about twelve years now," he said. "I used to know it cold. But I've grown used to it. Almost seems normal now." "Do you know who gave it to you?" I asked. "I mean, how you got it? If you don't mind me asking?" "No, it's fine. Yeah, I do. Alan. He gave it to me." "Uncle Alan?" "Yeah" I didn't know what to say. My earliest gay fantasies were about Uncle Nate and Uncle Alan. When Alan had died, I was nearly fourteen. I was still young, still confused enough about my sexuality to wonder if my desires and fantasies had caused his death. I remember Nate being devastated at the funeral. I wanted to comfort Uncle Nate, but I was too scared and too confused to know what to do. Even years later, I remember the pain in his voice when I talked to him on the phone. Not until Jason did the pain go away. "Did you know he was poz?" "Yeah, I did. He even convinced me to let him infect me." We were silent again, the pot now hitting us both hard. And I was trying to assimilate the news. It changed my perception of Uncle Alan, made him seem even hotter, more of the man I wanted to be. "It bound us together, more than I could have ever expected or understood." His story was making me horny. I shifted in my chair, trying to adjust my cock. "And you?" he asked. "Why do you want it?" It was my turn to be quiet. I had to put together my thoughts. "Two reasons. Maybe three now." I picked up the fresh joint, and lit it, taking a long hit. I handed it to Uncle Nate. "And? They are?" he asked, before doing a drag off the joint. "Can I be honest?" I asked. He handed the joint back to me. "Of course," he said, exhaling the pot. "I've just fucked you raw, Greg. I just told you I let Alan infect me. I'm not going to get angry or think less of you now." "I've always fantasized about you and Uncle Alan," I said. I realized I was almost gasping for air. "You guys were my first jerk-off fantasy." Admitting it to Uncle Nate was scarier than I had imagined. I looked at him, looking for any response. "Go on," he said, his face inscrutable. "And once I found that movie, with Uncle Jason, Ben, and yourself." I paused, long enough to take a draw from the joint. I needed all the courage I could get, both real and inhaled. "I wanted to be just like you. Like Jason. And now I know, like Alan. I wanted to have a bit of you inside me. And to have a bit of Alan inside of me as well, well, that's just one more reason." He smiled. "I guess that's two of the three." I nodded. "What's the third?" he asked. I took a swig of beer. I knew the pot wasn't going to be enough, and that I would need some liquid encouragement for the next reason. "This one is darker," I said. "Maybe too dark?" Nate looked at me and smiled. He stood up, and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them drop to the ground. He stepped out of them and ran his hand over his tattoo. "I have this," he said. "That's whats on the outside. You've seen at least one of the movies. Just know my fantasies are even darker than those. You probably can't top me. Yet. So, let's hear it." "I've got four years of college," I said. "I want to see how many guys I can share it with while I'm there. Frat boys. Jocks. Nerds. All of them." "Poz them?" Uncle Nate asked. He took the joint from me and did another hit. "Yeah," I nodded. Uncle Nate sat back down, and adjusted his jock. It was straining against the fabric, and had gotten noticeably harder as we had been talking. "The idea has woken up your cock, Uncle." "Damn, Greg. You're a fucking hot boy, with a dark and twisted mind." He smiled at me, as he took off his tank top. "I'm totally boned at the idea. How many guys have you fucked already?" "Just a few. Maybe six or eight?" I said. I followed Nate's lead, and took off my tank top. I tossed it into a corner. "Hot, twisted, and a good start at being a slutty boy to boot," he said. "And a twisted slut boy like you needs another load in your sweet virgin hole." "You got it, Uncle Nate," I said. I kicked off my flip flops, pulled down my shorts, and jumped onto the bed. The lube and poppers were already in place. Nate pulled his jock off to the side, his hard cock springing free and sticking straight out in front of him. "Don't hold back this time. Hard, deep, intense, and raw," I said. "And I mean hard." Nate jumped on top of me, placing my legs on his shoulders, and his cockhead right against my ass. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and held them under my nose. "You'll want these," he said, as I inhaled deeply. After me, he did a hit. I could feel the moist tip of his cock right against my hole. "Please, Uncle Nate," I said, staring into his face. "Nail me. Infect me." He leaned in close, kissing me deep. His cock pushed in, opening me up. As his cock slid into me, I heard him whisper, "I love you Alan." In a single forceful stroke, he pushed the rest of his cock into me. I took a moment to get used to him filling me up again. Then the poppers took over, and I just enjoyed his cock fucking me. As we settled into a rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my hole, I asked, "Do you miss him?" He was quiet, and slowed down his pounding of my hole. Then, finally, he said, "Every single day." This time, it was Nathan who started to cry, his eyes welling up with tears. "He always liked you. I remember how proud he was of you at your Bar Mitzvah. He'd be so happy of who you've grown into. He would have wanted to be here so much." "He is here," I said. It sounded trite, but it was how I felt. It wasn't just Uncle Nate's cock that was in my ass. I could feel Alan's cock pounding my hole, at least in spirit. I reached around and grabbed Nate's heavy balls. "And especially here." "Let's get that load where it belongs," Nate said, thrusting into me even harder. "Into your tender young hole." He wasn't holding back any longer. He put his full weight into the fuck, forcing his cock deep into my hole. I wanted to slow him down a bit, make him take it easy on my ass. But then he hit a pool of cum buried inside of me, and spread it all over my hole. I was going crazy from the sensations deep inside of me, his deadly sperm was tweaking my mind. Instead of reaching down to hold him back, I reached down and spread my cheeks apart, letting him get in just a magical bit deeper. "Just like that, Uncle Nate," I begged. "Give it to me." I didn't want him to stop, and Nathan clearly didn't want to stop either. He kept on pounding my hole for what seemed like hours, not once letting up or slowing down. I glanced at the clock and realized he had been fucking me for over fifteen minutes. He was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, the relics of the non-stop pounding. Suddenly, he pulled out of me. "On all fours, Greg," he said. I flipped over as fast as I could, arching my back, wanting nothing more than him back in me as soon as possible. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit, right as his cock slid back into me. He took the bottle of lube and squirted some on his hand, then reached around and grabbed my cock. I was already hard as a rock, dripping pre-cum for a while. His touch was electric, and I thought I was going to cum right then. "Oh fuck, Uncle, that feels good." My cock got hard at just the sight of a bit of exposed man flesh. I had no defense against a man like Nathan actually stroking my tool. I started to drip pre-cum immediately. "Not too hard," I said. "I don't want to shoot before you've bred me again." "Don't worry boy," Uncle Nate answered. "I've had years of experience keeping horny boys on the edge." With one hand, he continued to stroke my cock, keeping me right at the brink of orgasm. I could only think about two things, first his cock in my hole, and second his hand on my cock. Involuntarily, I found myself pushing back against his shaft, trying to get him deeper into me. "Right on, Greg," Nathan said, "Fuck yourself on my cock." Nathan kept his other hand on my waist, guiding me onto his cock. Between our efforts, the strokes were deep and forceful. He was ripping me in two, but I didn't care. I loved every second of his assault. I wanted every inch of his powerful tool inside of me. "Please Uncle," I begged, "Cum in me. Breed me. I want your load." I thought for a second. "No, I need your load." "Not quite yet, Greg," he answered. "We've got to plow that virgin hole a little more. Make sure you're good and ready and raw before I shoot my magic sperm in you." He was thrusting in and out hard, poking his cock into me at all different angles. Masterfully, he explored new parts of my body. Under his assault, I was squirming, but it was hard to tell if I was more trying to avoid his cock, or meet it halfway. "I want my seed to have a fertile place to grow." He pulled out his cock once more. "Get on your back again," he said. I flipped over. "I want to see your face when you shoot for me," he said. He didn't even wait for me to get totally comfortable before his cockhead was back in me. It was like being on a spit, slowly spinning around on the axis of Nathan's penis. "I'm right on the edge, Uncle. I can't last much longer," I said. My cock was dribbling pre-cum like crazy, getting it all over my stomach and pubic hair. The one peril of my plan to keep Uncle Nate on edge over the past few days was that he wasn't the only one bursting with sperm. I needed to shoot just as badly, maybe even more. Nathan's dick was hitting all of the right spots, but he was carefully controlling and edging me, making sure I wasn't going to cum until he was ready for me to shoot. "You want another poz load in your boy cunt?" he asked me. His breath was hot and moist against my face, his face right next to mine. "You want Alan's virus inside of you?" "Please, Uncle. Give it to me," I answered. I knew if I felt his cock spurt inside me, I wasn't going to be able to hold off from cumming myself. Even without a fresh load from Uncle Nate in me, I couldn't hold back much longer. "I want it so badly." All I could think about was how good it would feel to have him shoot his load in me. I'd finally be connected to all these men, Uncle Nate, Uncle Jason, Uncle Alan, and all the men inscribed on Nathan's body. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit. I offered them to Nathan. He let me hold them under his nose as he inhaled. When he was done, I did one more hit, then let them fall on the bed beside us. The poppers hit both of us at the same time; Nathan pounded my hole even more forcefully. I was pushing up against him, trying to get as much of his shaft as possible inside of me. "I'm gonna breed you, boy," he said, his cock stiffening. "You going to shoot your clean and pure sperm for your uncle?" "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I can't last much longer." Nathan's eyes rolled back in his head, and his cock stiffened inside of me. "Fuck Boy! Take it! Take Alan's dirty virus!" I felt his hard cock spurt deep in me, warm jets of thick, fertile semen shooting into my hole. He was jerking my cock hard now, not caring if I got off now. "Let it fertilize you," he said. His dirty talking, together with him stroking my cock was getting me close. "Give it to me, Uncle," I said. It was my last coherent thought as my world narrowed down to two things: my raw ass getting pounded and my cock shooting all over my chest and stomach. Simultaneously, we shot our loads and all either of us could say between frantic, deep kisses were rough, animalistic grunts of pleasure. With each of Nathan's thrusts, his strokes were lubricated by his sperm, each stroke getting smoother and slicker. My own spurts of cum were landing on my shoulders, chest, and then finally on my abs. After what seemed like forever, we slowed down almost together. My cock was just dribbling the last of my sperm, and inside of me, Nathan's shaft was no longer pumping his poz cum into me. "Damn," I said. "I needed that." Nathan surveyed the damage. Large pools of milky white sperm were all over my chest and stomach. inside of me I knew there was a similarly sized pool of sperm. Uncle Nate leaned down. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he aimed lower. He licked up the pools of sperm, swallowing them hungrily. "Fuck, boy," he said, his goatee getting sticky and wet with sperm. We were both trying to catch our breath, the intense fuck having tired us out. Uncle Nate slid his cock out of my ass and collapsed next to me. He grabbed me, pulling me close to him. We kissed and I could taste my sperm in his mouth. It took a few more minutes of gasping for air, before I was finally able to talk. "Thank-you," I said. There wasn't anything else I needed or wanted to say.