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Went on a4a and saw a cock pic near me. Nothing else, just a cock pic. Asked him to come breed me, quick pump n dump. He showed up within 5 minutes. Must be a neighbor! But I guess I'll never know since I was ass up, face down, when he loaded my hole and then took off.

PRE: When government and world systems collapsed it was every man for himself. cities fell into ruin and war and rioting broke out. Civilization as it once was became no more. Now there are only the few- those who somehow managed to survive. Who live in the decaying ruins of what was once great cities. The Uber-wealthy live in the sphere, a protected dome of wealth and opulence where they want for nothing. For identification, the wealthy have a bar code on their wrist. ONE: He woke with a jolt. Immediately taking in his surroundings he realized he was still here. Still where he had been the past three days. The days ago he had woken up in this dingy room, lined with junk and had no memory. No memory of where he was, how he'd got there and most frighteningly of who he was. He had some kind of barcode on his wrist, he knew that. However, he had no idea what it meant. He clung to the hope that if he could find some way to get the barcode scanned he could be Identified- that somehow he could be helped. He'd spent most of the past few days like a rat in its hole, too scared to venture out. Scared of what he'd find. But now- he'd run out of the Liquid and food rations that had been in a pack at his side. He'd have to be brave. So he left the room. He moved through the city, passing by others who were as dirty and disheveled as he. Some looked violent, some looked lost. It all seemed foreign to him. He had no idea what he was going to do, how he was going to make it. How would he get by, eat, sleep, anything? "Hey, you- come in here. You'll like it here." A young woman beckoned to him. She was clean in this dirty wasteland. She stood in front of a warehouse building a sign read OASIS. "I don't have money" He said. She giggled in response, taking one of her many golden bangles from her wrist and placing it on his with a wink. "Go in to the bar- show them this and tell them Talia sent you, they'll take care of you." "But I-" "Don't you want to eat and drink? You'll like it here. Go!" She pushed him towards the door. The harsh summer sun fell away to a darkened nightclub. music blaring and lights blasting, seemingly unaware of the time of day. Bodies writhed danced against one another. it was packed. Everyone seemed to be in an altered state- unaware of their reality and blissed out, euphorically touching one another. He slowly weaved through the crowed to the bar. A bulky man stood behind it "What do you want?" "I- Um. Talia sent me?" he said, presenting the golden bangle. The barkeep smiled and went to a black leather door that stood by the door. He knocked three times and a slot opened at eye level. The barkeep held up the bangle. "Talia sent a new boy for Lucien" The slot closed. The barkeep tossed the bangle back to the confused boy then went back to wiping the bar down. The boy put the bangle on his wrist. Then the door crashed open and before he could look up to see who was coming a hood went over his head and gruff arms were grabbing him. A pinch to the neck- a shot. "What the hell?" He was out before they dragged him through the door. Lucien's thugs deposited the boy at his feet in his office. "Well, well, well. What have we here?" Lucien queried rhetorically as his men departed. Lucien made not of the boys clothes, dirty but new. not the rags he was used to seeing. They were OW. He wasn't from around here. "He's a beauty." Lucien noticed a bar code on his wrist. He got his illegally obtained scanner and scanned it. "The son of Paule V Rit?! Here in my little den of inequity?" He considered what his plan would be as he spoke to the unconscious boy before him. They are searching for you. I wonder what happens if they never find you. I was going to just make you into a go-go boy here. but no, you are too pretty and too high a prize for that. You are going to be my personal slave. Yes, I think that's what best fits this prince of the over world. To learn to be submissive little pig slut for his master." Luciens smirk grew into a grin on his handsome face as he began to weave the way he would ruin this boy. * He woke up. This time he was not in the same dingy room of the past three days. this time he woke up to a darker room. He was laying along one wall on a concrete slab. The room itself was more cell than room. It was only about 6x6 with no doors or windows. on the ceiling was a hatch. He was naked except for a black leather jockstrap, a collar and a gold bangle on his wrist. His wrist, had a black band tattooed around it where the barcode had been. Whatever information that barcode had held was now void to him. Where the fuck was he and what had he gotten himself into? Then there was a voice. "There is a bottle under your bed. You have 30 seconds to drink it down. DRINK." END PART ONE

Not very often squirt works out, but just sucked a beautifully thick cock in the middle of the local cemetery after dark. Tasty load and will definitely be back for more 😈

Tops fuck you, flood your kunt with piss & seed & then you head straight for the toilet to clear it out, even worse, to go & douche. Respect goes both ways. To accept & immediately clean out shows gross disregard & disrespect for a Top who has CHOSEN YOU to fuck & leave his fluids in. Unless you have just arrived & not been loaded before, a big percentage of Tops expect to be fucking with multi loads inside. Particularly Poz tops who will almost certainly be expecting to breed a sloppy POZ cunt, already filled with multi loads of POZ piss & seed. As for me, nothing feels better than leaving a venue flooded with piss & seed, dribbling down my legs, soaking my jeans & with that delicious smell of dirty pig sex that screams to guys walking past, my kunts available to fuck & to eat out.

That’s intense. I was with a guy for a little bit who worshipped SSatan and he too was introduced to it by his uncle as well in a Satanic ritual, although he was a little older. I’ve also talked with a few others who had similar experiences, Satanic relatives devoted and introduced other relatives, and when they do there is continuity of Satanic worship. Father SSatan owns the body, mind and soul.

There is something magical in seeing that load - you know the breeding has taken place. But right after? Nah….let it marinate, remain in one’s guts…someone worked to get his male essence there… least anyone can do is to let that stay for a while.

I love to get into incest role play. I love getting into some hot phone sex age play [banned word] kinky

Part two I had better get home I said. No you are not going anywhere wired as you are. you can come home with me until you have sobered up. But I dont know you, well we can see about that cant we ! Uncle Stan had a BMW, I sparked up, cool car I said my dad will get me one like that one day. Hey I just realised I dont even know your name, Ollie. Ollie the cheeky chappy he said. What are you going to do about your gf my niece ? Oh she is boring I will dump her. I sat in the front smoking I did not even ask permission. I sat back with my legs slightly apart relaxing as I enjoyed my smoke. As he started the ignition Uncle Stan moved his hand on to the inside of my leg ! Again I did nothing. You like that too eh. I did not reply but moved my legs further apart. Before he pulled away he let his hand drift up to my crotch and then he squeezed my cock which had gone rock hard. I did not know this guy yet here I was in his car letting him feel my crotch and then he was handling my dick. Gone hard I see. Again I said nothing. His hand stayed on my leg while we drove. Is this as fast as it goes I said. Hell no its very quick. Show me I dared him. We moved onto a duel carriageway Uncle Stan was wired too, so he floored the accelerator and we shot off. I put the radio on and found some pulsing music. Faster I shouted he looked at me and with almost a demonic smile accelerated faster. We were both wired and wild as I started thumping the dashboard. We shot past cars I was high and loving it, my dick was getting even harder with this thrill ride. It was like a psychedelic tunnel with all the car lights in front of me merging into one. I wanted to go even faster. Then the end of the carriageway came in sight so he slowed down. Ah fuck I as enjoying that I said. Your a proper punk and spoiled brat aren't you but your dead cute and he squeezed my leg again. When I am older and can drive I will drive fast not like you. Well you won't be driving long then and he laughed, I was not sure what he found so amusing. How old are you anyway he asked and for the first time I looked at him to take in what he looked like. He wasn't that attractive and had a bit of a pot belly. I am eighteen I said. You look younger with your curly blonde hair. I hate it I said, I want it all off. I want to be like those guys in the porn mags in leather. So you have looked at gay porn then. Just looked that's all I said guiltily. Anyway how old are you? Forty-five he replied. Ok cool. So you like leather he asked as he squeezed my leg again. Fuck yea. Well we will have to see what you look like when you try on my leather. You have leather, yea a lot of the guys I know are into leather, we have leather parties. Fuck cool I replied. Maybe you can come to one? Me? yea. Fuck cool. We pulled up outside his house which was detached and quite a tall building. Ok come inside and make yourself comfortable. I laid on the sofa with my arms outstretched and lit another cig, he did the same. You want a drink? Yea vodka , please , yea please. Neat? yea neat. Hey Stan have you got any more coke? I think you have had enough but while your still wired why dont we finish off what we started in the shed. Your cock you mean ? Yea. He unzipped his trousers and took out his cock, massage it with your mouth. Gross I replied.Have you tried it? No so how do you know. I dont know why but I took his cock in my mouth and he started fucking it. I choked, he laughed and said you will get used to it, yea I could I thought. Now before I cum I want you to relax so that we can try something else. Oh yea like what I said sarcastically. My dick was rock hard he took it in his mouth. Then after a few minutes he left the room and came back with two shot glasses. Is that more vodka, no something to make you relax. He sat there next to me with his dick out and I was semi naked too. I drank the liquid without a question I felt him get on top of me, his dick was hard and I could feel him pushing his dick against my hole i began to feel warm inside and relaxed from the drink. It felt so warm in here, I could just about make out that he was in me my vision started to blur and then nothing. I had passed out.

I did my best to find the same thrill in the antics with my housemates for the next two weeks, but it was sapping my spirit pretending I was into it all as I had once been. I had to resort to imagining I was with Harry, Sid or these friends of theirs while one of my friends was working out my hole, just to get as excited as they would expect me to be without suspecting something was up. But something was up. I had experienced sex that truly did something for me, and I knew that it was not just the risk factor as it felt like I would still want to be completely used by random, older, possibly sick men even when I inevitably converted. I had found my calling, and even increased my workout regimen to make sure I had the maximum virile appeal as possible for the next meet-up. At some level I didn’t want to convert. Not that I was having any second thoughts about it, but more that I didn’t want to miss out on any of the sordid adventures Harry and Sid would no doubt organise for me while I was still a spring chicken yet to be plucked, as it were. I wasn’t sure if they would lose interest once the deed was done, but I suspected it was a possibility. As such, as unlikely as it seemed given how infested they both must be with the virus and all the lengths they’d gone to in order to make me more susceptible, I still hoped that it hadn’t taken just yet. Eventually the two weeks was up, and I headed back to Harry and Sid’s. Harry had messaged to say that we would indeed be going to one of their friend Omar’s parties, which had been hastily arranged in my honour, but he thought it best if I came to theirs first for some pre-gaming drinks and to make sure my bike was securely stored for the night. Sid would then drive us all over to Omar’s place on the other side of the city. This all sounded sensible, so I rode over to their place, got the bike locked behind the side gate, and then joined them out on their patio for some cocktails and cigarettes. Where it had been unseasonably warm on my last visit, there was a definite nip in the air this time so I was glad of my choice of fleece-lined jogging bottoms, tank top, long-sleeved T-shirt and hoodie. It was great to see them again, though I was maybe a tad disappointed the pre-gaming did not extend to a bit of pre-breeding as well. Perhaps sensing this, Sid assured me that I would get all the cock I needed and more that night, and they would also be very happy to have me in their bed when we got back later. He went on to say that Omar liked to have very first dibs on new attendees at his parties, so they were going to respect that and wait their turn. I asked if it was a problem that Marcus and Liam had both bred me even after I had showered and got ready meaning some of their cum was definitely still in there, which caused them both to laugh heartily before Harry noted that Omar would thoroughly enjoy knowing his cock was being lubed by the seed of another couple of hot jocks. I chuckled at that, wondering what the boys would think. Anyway, after Harry and I had got a little merrier, and with Sid wanting the chance to actually have a drink at some point, we headed out to his car and set off. It was a bit of a drive round the ring road, and then we entered a quiet area of mostly semi-detached houses. We pulled up outside a fully detached one, and then got out of the car and went up to the front door. When it was opened, Omar turned out to be a similarly aged and thin man, and he welcomed us with a big smile. “Hello young man” he said to me. “You are very welcome indeed.” “Thank you sir” I replied, nervously smiling at him. “Do come in!” Omar said, standing aside and holding his arm out to direct us inside. The house smelled smoky and a bit spicy, and went I followed Sid into the living room there turned out to be seven other men there, all older, all drinking, some smoking cigarettes. “Evening gents” said Sid. “The guest of honour is here!” Everyone stopped talking and stared at me, which made me feel very self-conscious but also extremely excited. I could feel them undressing me with their eyes, and decided I should go one better. I pulled off my hoodie, and then with a few whistles being emitted by the group, I slowly pulled off my T-shirt so I was just in my tank top. I walked to the centre of the room, and then slowly rotated on the spot while flexing a little. My heart was pounding, but the whistles and whoops from all the old men around me was exciting. “Alright lads” called Harry, while laughing, “calm down and let’s get the boy a drink or two before we let you loose on him.” While everyone else was sitting on the many sofas and armchairs around the room, I perched on a stool in a spot where they could all see me properly. I lit up a cigarette after Omar gave me a glass of champagne, and then actually managed to have a few conversations with everyone there. As Harry and Sid had been, they were particularly interested to hear about life in the student house, with more than a couple of them commenting that I should bring some of my housemates with me next time. I joked that I would ask them, while a little part of my brain wondered whether any of them would actually be up for something like this, even if they got themselves on PrEP first. Anyway, after a few drinks and cigarettes, Omar suggested we could maybe get proceedings underway. I was sufficiently lubricated with champagne to not feel any nerves by this point, so I readily followed his lead out into the garden and down to a pretty sizeable outbuilding at the far end. The lights were already on, and when we went inside I found myself in a facility that made Harry and Sid’s playroom seem laughably under-equipped. It was a huge space that I guessed had once been a garage, and had numerous black leather sofas and armchairs in a large circle in the middle, and elsewhere there were a couple of slings and benches, mats, cushion-topped barrels, another of those St Andrew’s Cross frames, and a fully equipped bar. Masses of shelves and glass-fronted cupboards everywhere displayed all kinds of sex toys, leather gear, whips and all kinds of other things. “Fuck me” I said, taking it all in. “That’s what I intend to do” Omar whispered in my ear. He then steered me over to the middle of the sofa area, and I undressed while the other men all got themselves settled. By the time I was naked Omar was back from the bar area with a couple of bottles of champagne, and he gave me a small glass while topping up everyone else. I just stood, gyrating a little, waiting for Omar’s next move as I knew he would have the first go with me. In time the men started beckoning me over so they could touch and feel me, and it wasn’t long before one of them swallowed my cock. Then the next guy turned me round so he could plant his face between my cheeks. So it went on, until all of them including Harry and Sid had enjoyed a few minutes to appreciate my body. I had never felt so wanted in all of my life, and it was intoxicating. But, eventually, Omar came and took hold of my wrist, pulling me back into the centre of the space. “Gentlemen” he announced, “Harry and Sid have, I think we can all agree, outdone themselves tonight!” Cheers went up from everyone else, as Harry and Sid took comedic little bows. “But” said Omar, “we must now say something about Aaron here. Never have we had such a handsome young hunk in this room, and yet tonight here he is, willingly making himself our plaything for the night.” More cheers erupted, and Harry and Sid grinned at me as I blushed. “So” continued Omar, “the normal rules will apply. Everyone will pick a number from the hat, and the breeding of handsome Aaron here will go in that order once I’m done with him. Then, you’ll all be free to have whatever fun you want with him and each other. Clear?” Everyone nodded or raised their glasses to signal agreement. “Now, Aaron, I understand you’re here just to bottom, right?” Omar asked me. “Yes sir” I said. “Well, OK then, though some of the boys here are going to be disappointed to not be able to take a ride on that impressive member of yours” Omar said, chuckling. “As for the rest of you, that means you’ll need to be getting it from each other, but let’s try to make sure Aaron here goes home overflowing so maybe save your special loads for him.” The men cheered and chuckled. “Before we begin, Aaron” Omar said to me, “let’s just be clear about a few things.” “OK?” I said. “You’re neg?” “Yes sir” I replied. “You’re not on PrEP?” “No sir” I said. “And you know we’re all poz?” “Yes sir” I said, smiling at him. “Good” he said. “I know Harry and Sid have already got you started down this road, but tonight you’re going to be taken to a whole other level.” “I hope so sir” I said, causing the men to cheer. “Well” said Omar, smiling at me, “let’s get this underway.” He steered me towards one of the slings, which I turned around and hopped into. I raised up my feet and allowed him to put them into the hoops, and then I shuffled down until he was content with my position. He smiled down at me and reached out to rub my stomach muscles, before disappearing out of view and immediately starting to rim and finger my hole. “There’s cum in here” he said from his crouched down position. “Yeah, three of my housemates bred me before I set out” I said, causing a few of the guys on the sofas to chuckle. “Oh fuck yeah” growled Omar, as he stood up straight while pulling off his top, pushed his cock against my hole, and then propelled his entire length into me. “Oh fuck me!” I yelled out at the surprise of the sudden penetration, before immediately starting to groan as Omar went straight to a rapid pounding. I reached up and gripped the chains holding the sling, and after adjusting to the fuck, took to staring at the man who was inside me, encouraging him when we made eye contact, and otherwise looking at the small biohazard tattoo on the left side of his chest. Fuck, this is what I needed. I was a tall, muscled, 20 year old jock, I was willingly being fucked raw by a poz cock again, and I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I turned and looked at all the other men over on the sofas, and somehow my cock got even harder as I thought about how they were all going to be using me for hours tonight. If Harry and Sid’s initiation had not done the job, surely by the end of tonight I would be well on my way to conversion. Omar eventually reached climax, and I grinned at him as he pumped his load into me. He took some time to get his breath back, but eventually pulled his softening cock from me before pushing a couple of his fingers into my dripping hole and nicking me with his nails a bit. He looked up at me with a devilish grin as he did this, meaning I knew it was deliberate but I didn’t care. Then he promptly withdrew his digits, walked round to the side of the sling, and presented those same fingers to me. I leaned forward and took them into my mouth, looking up at him as I sucked on them as seductively as I knew how. “Good boy” he said, before taking his fingers away. “I am already looking forward to fucking you again later, but now it’s time for everyone else to have their turns.” “Yes sir” I said. Omar went over to the bar and picked up a bucket that he took to the sofas, and every other man there picked a piece of paper out of it that must have had a number on, not that I could see from where I was. Some of them groaned in frustration, presumably having to wait longer than others, and most of them reached for the champagne to top up their glasses. One guy, however, was already walking towards me with a big smile on his gaunt face. He pulled off his top as he approached to reveal a distinct pot belly, and I realised he must be as full-blown as Harry, if not more so. He wasted no time in ploughing into me, and I settled back for another frenetic fuck from a sick old man who could not believe I was there. All of them had their turns with me in the sling, though the fact that Omar checked with each of them if they wanted me somewhere else made it clear that they all wanted to look at my face and torso while they fucked me for the first time. I was quite happy with this too as it was turning me on no end watching these guys sweat and strain as they hammered away inside me. I even found myself thinking about the service I could provide to men like these up and down the land who all dreamed of rutting someone like me. I loved it, and resolved to keep myself in shape for as long as possible in the future. Once they were all done, Omar helped me get my legs down from the sling straps, and handed me a glass of champagne and a cigarette. I joined the guys for a few drinks and smokes while they worked themselves up for the next session, also giving me the opportunity to stretch out my limbs a bit after so long in the same position. Cum was continually dribbling out of me, but neither I nor anyone else there cared. We chatted, with me this time getting them to focus on regaling me with stories about the things they had got up to at these parties before. Some of it was pretty wild. The 18 year old twink who had spent the night locked in the sling and had converted a week later. The 45 year old married dad of three who had willingly blown up his life by spending several hours kneeling over the back of one of the sofas. The couple in their thirties who had enjoyed a couple of parties so that they were knocked up before their flamboyant gay wedding. The sugar daddy who had found out his boy was a chaser, wanted to be the one to knock him up before the lad was tempted to cheat any more than he was doing so already, and therefore needed to get himself pozzed. There were many other stories too, alongside the normal goings-on when the group just met up without any outsiders to have some fun together. Eventually their loins were stirring again, and Omar suggested it was time to get the second round going. He necked the last of his champagne, and then went over to one of the cabinets and took out something that seemed to be made of a lot of leather straps. He came over to me, and only once he held it up could I see roughly what it was. He got me to perch on the stool so he could reach my neck better, and put a thick padded collar at one end of the thing round my throat and fastened it behind. He then had me stand up with my back to him, and proceeded to fasten my wrists in successions in cuffs behind me that were attached by a strap to the collar. Once he was done my arms were securely in place, but not uncomfortably so. He shooed the guys off one of the sofa and helped me to kneel down on it and rest my chest on the back of it, deciding to then grab one of the cushions and put it under my chest to raise me up a bit and also make me more comfortable. He got me to spread my knees a little wider, and then I soon felt him begin to finger me before his face and tongue were in my arsecrack. He didn’t spend long there though, and after pulling me back a little he pressed his cock against my hole and slid in, using just the toxic cum in there as lube. As he began to fuck me again, one of the guys sat down next to me on the sofa, and I turned my head to face him. “You like getting fucked boy?” he asked. “Yeah” I panted. “You like taking poz cock and cum in your hole, don’t you boy?” he continued, while starting to stroke his cock. “Fuck yeah” I said. “You know” he continued, “Harry and Sid carry the same strain, but everyone else has something different.” “Fuck yeah” I said again. “There’s gonna be quite a cocktail in your bloodstream by the end of tonight” he said, giving me an evil grin. “Even if you were on PrEP you might not have avoided a pozzing, and they’re gonna struggle to find you meds that work after this.” “Oh fuck” I said, my cock hardening even more. He watched me getting fucked for a couple more minutes, before getting up and going round to the back of the sofa. He presented his cock to me, and I opened my mouth to take it in. As I swallowed him, he put his hand on my shoulder to help me remain steady as I was fucked hard, given the bondage gear was preventing me from clinging on to the furniture myself. I closed my eyes and thought about how I had truly found my place in life, trussed up and vulnerable, being spit-roasted by two toxic cocks. I was sure that I was going to be experiencing everything that was on offer in that playroom, but thought that this would be hard to top. Omar eventually sped up and blew in me, and I moaned around the cock in my mouth as I felt another poz load being pumped into my hole. Omar then withdrew, prompting the guy in my mouth to do the same so he could take over at my rear end. Omar briefly had me lick his cock clean as the other man began his entry, but our host soon slumped down on the sofa next to me to get his breath back while the other guy began to pound into me. I turned my head so I could see the rest of the room while I was thrust back and forward, noticing that Harry and Sid were both in slings getting fucked by their friends, and someone else was down on a mat on all fours getting spit-roasted. Other guys were just walking around watching the action while they stroked their cocks, I suspected in anticipation of being next to take their second turn in me. I slightly zoned out at that point, watching all the old sick men having an orgy while I was being buggered, imagining how I was going to look by their age. Would I indeed be so toxic that I could not get medicated? Did I even want to suppress the virus once it overtook me? These thoughts filled my mind as I panted and rocked, loving the feel of the man inside me. Then, out of nowhere, I suddenly started to imagine some of my housemates in this scene. Marcus and Josh in the slings. Bailey strapped to the St Andrew’s Cross. Tony strapped down on the fuckbench. Leroy bent over a barrel. Everyone else somewhere in the room taking it from these old men. This was all too much for me and I involuntary came all over the sofa, the orgasm causing my hold to clamp down so much that the man in me also lost it and started breeding me. As he pumped me full of his toxic swimmers, I resolved there and then to find some way to bring the other guys in on my kink, as we had all shared in theirs… To be continued…

Part 4 The door closed behind me and I was enveloped in the warmth of the steam room at the same time I was plunged into darkness. I stood statue still for a moment as I tried to get my bearings. Then- hands were on me. At first two, then more. Rubbing at me, pulling me in; desire their clear aim. I wondered how many men were in the steam room and how big it was. The darkness gave way to anonymity and my questions fell to the wayside, perhaps aided by the hazy feeling from the earlier “present” given to me by Daddy D. As the hands groped me, I found myself reaching in return, teasing, wanting, seeking. Lips met mine, my jockstrap was removed. My stiff 7.5” cock was enveloped by a warm mouth as I gasped, moaning in pleasure. Then someone pulled my ass towards them and spread out my cheeks, next thing I knew I was having his ass eaten and I was in heaven. Moaning and delighting. Suddenly a spark lit near my face. There was some kind of bong and a voice whispered into my ear as a pipe was brought to his lips. “Suck in till I say” I was in such a haze of horniness and desire, that I did so without question. When the man said to do so I exhaled a huge white cloud into the steam. The sensation immediately made me hornier. “Give him more” another voice encouraged. “The little slut loves it, he’ll be taking slams in no time.” After another few hits I was flying. I didn’t know what this was but I wanted to feel this way forever. I could hear the door open and shut, admitting more into the darkness, but all I cared about was more cock. The newcomers made their way into the fray, one of them sliding their beautiful cock into my mouth and the other, replacing the guy who was rimming me. He rimmed me for a moment, then he stood. I then felt something blunt at my hole. Cock. I was going to take my first cock. RIght here, right now. He pushed in and I moaned out. I felt so full and so alive. There was a slight pain. But whatever I was high on helped me to know that I needed more of his cock. He obliged, fucking me. The wet sounds of the steam room intensified as other cocks found holes, other hands roamed free. I was in heaven taking cock in both ends, while someone sucked my cock. Then I was pulled off the cock I was sucking and the person I was sucking brought me to their lips, making out with me.Their kiss was hot and charged with passion but also- familiar? “Griff” I whispered. “Shhhhh!” Griff said, realizing who had been sucking him, who he was now kissing. He then brought his lips to my ear nd whispered “I didnt know it was you, but this just became the hottest thing ever, mate.Guess who’s fucking you?” Then the penny fell. I realized who was taking my virginity. I realized my brother Tom, had no idea that the slut he was fucking in the dark was his tag-along kid brother. And it fucking turned me on. I pushed my hole back on his cock with the knowledge it was him “Good boy!” Griff whispered. Then Tom grabbed me from behind saying to Griff “I want a taste too” and brought his lips to mine. The world went still with his cock in my hole and his lips on mine, I kissed back with every ounce of passion I could muster. Iwas in awes and had never been more turned on. “Fuck, you can kiss” Tom said as we broke our lip lock. I want all night with you. Whattya say Griff, should we keep this one all night? “Oh hell yes!” Griff said, all-knowing. “Would you be into some wild piggy party sex with two college boys?” Tom asked me, no idea who he was really asking. Before I could answer someone sparked the lighter to hit the pipe next to us, illuminating my face. There in the light of the lighter I watched the realization fall on Tom’s face. I watched his face go from horny, to confused, to angry, to disgusted, to confused again. “Tom, Before you say anything, let me explain…” Griff tried. But Tom had me by the wrist and was dragging me out of the steam room. He pulled me past the hustle and bustle of the main room. My brother Tom pulled me into the dark corner of the warehouse where it was just he and I. "What are you doing here, Tag? I told you not to follow me." Tom seemed angry and I wasn't sure why. We were both naked, we were clearly both high and I wanted nothing more than to keep on going. So- I shot my shot “Then take me home.” “What?” Tom asked as if he hadn’t heard me. Griff finally found us at this moment but kept a few steps back, unsure how to approach right now. “If you don’t want me here, you and griff take me home and make me yours. Or keep me here and make me yours. Griff knows I should be a part of this and you do too. It’s what I want. I have never felt anything like when you were both taking me just now. I knew you two were up to something, and now I know. Now I can be a part of it. A part of you.” “Tag, You don’t know what your talking about.” “Tom, your still hard.” “What?” “If you didn’t want me to be a part of this, you beautiful cock wouldn’t still be hard.” I took the risk and reach out and grasped it in my hand, he moaned. “Tag, don’t…” “Tom, Please…” Then Griff was there, completing our circle. “Tom, he wants this and he’s gonna figure it all out- wouldn’t you rather it be with us than with some creeps or punks?” “Tag, I wanted to keep you innocent” Tom said, his last vestiges of fight falling away. “But Tom, If I’m not innocent, think of all the fun you can have with me…” With that I turned away from my big brother and opened my asscheeks to him, he moaned as Griff pushed him towards me. Moments later if you passed by that corner you world see Tom sliding his bare cock into my waiting cunt ad begin fucking me against the wall while i made out with Griff who jerked both our cocks. I was in the club. I had no idea what I was in for. Our night was just getting started. Griff and Tom were gonna show me everything…

This is strikingly similar to what I'm going through at the moment for about the past 10 or 11 days. Savagely sore throat, mild to moderate body aches, but just wiped out exhausted... for about three days, then a couple of days less so, then again hitting me hard. This cycle has gone round for the past week and a half and I'm in a rough phase right now. It's weird. No fever/chills, night sweats, rash (but a few weird body itches) or anything like that, and I tested negative for Covid, so yeah, could be a regular flu I guess, but also Starting to wonder if this is it, the thing itself...?

One I don’t think I ever did get to know his name. He became known as slut to me very early on in the relationship that we built together. To be fair to me, I’d be extremely surprised if he knew my name either. He always seemed to call me Boss or Daddy. It’s a little unfair to be honest. I’m only just 40, I’m trim and workout obsessed and have been since I was in my teens, and I have the body to go with that – massive arms, massive chest, massive legs and a massive dick with a propensity to get hard at the slightest provocation. And fuck me did the slut provoke me. I first saw him in our local cruising park, one (very busy!) Saturday night. I was there trying to blow a quick and dirty load as it was hot and I was horny, but I had things to be doing that night. For reasons I’ll come on to, I work most Saturday nights, albeit for myself. I was cruising around trying to find someone I wanted to screw yet finding nothing but the average guy and then round the next tree, there he was. Slut was easy to see – he’s around 22 (never did actually ask his age), very lithe build and when I first saw him, he was shoved up against a tree taking a dick up his quite frankly hot as fuck little butt. The anonymous guy plowing him was making one hell of a racket, grunting and spitting on the slut and basically having the time of his life. What surprised me most though was, given the slut was extremely pretty, that he’d chosen to take this guy up him. He wasn’t attractive in the conventional sense, more a dad body or a bear body, not that big a dick, not dominant or commanding, or really anything other than Joe Average and whilst that’s not a bad thing of course, slut could really have commanded his pick of the litter. Joe Average came inside the slut. I expected a condom to come off, but there wasn’t one. Slut immediately got to his knees and sucked his butt juices off the guy’s cock. He walked away without saying a word to the slut, leaving him there on his knees, cum dribbling out of his mouth. His beautiful hazel brown eyes looked greedily up at me and I felt my dick spring hard and thought he looked too good to miss a go on. I walked to him and began to open my fly, but the slut turned to me and said “Sorry Daddy, you’ll need to wait your turn”. He stood up and bent over the tree again and immediately, another guy stepped out of the darkness and began to bang him raw. My eyes adjusted to the darkness between the trees and I saw there was a group of about five guys wanking and (presumably) waiting to fuck the slut. None of them attractive as me, but slut seemed to want them all. I couldn’t figure this out. My body, presence, and dick are worth having. Usually, I kick the gross guys off and plow whoever the fuck I want. Weirdly, not being allowed to made me harder. I got angry and stormed off. Little prick tease, let him get fucked. I needed to get some work done, so I decided to do that and come back and fuck someone else later on. Two hours later I had a gap, so I was back in the park and once again, I saw the slut. This time, he was without a queue for his butt. I saw red and I walked up to him and asked him if he’d got time to fit me in. I tried to look nonchalant, but my traitor cock was hard as a rock, which kind of gave the game away. Slut said “Yes Boss – but you need to know I’ve been fucked by a few guys tonight and their loads are all still in me. Some guys are not happy with sloppy seconds”. “How many?” “I lost count at twenty five…” Fuck my traitor dick. It was so hard at this point it started to show out the top of my waistband. It’s 10 inches and pretty thick. I love sloppy seconds and screwing a slut after he’s taken two football teams up his butt is my idea of heaven. I feigned a pretence that I didn’t believe him. “Liar. No-one gets that many loads in a park” He smirked (which is too fucking beautiful and he bloody knows it) and turned around. “Really Daddy, let me show you” He grabbed my right hand, and got the first and second fingers extended, then began to suck on them, kind of weirdly erogenously. He then moved the wet fingers down and pulled me in to kiss him. His mouth was sensuous and wet, and tasted of cum, ass and man. He slid my hands over his wonderful ass, then guided the fingers inside. I was immediately rewarded with a fucking torrent of cum. Slut pulled them out and sucked the cum off gently, and sweetly, but looking hard into my eyes all the time. I growled and decided to take him then and there. I knew he didn’t use rubbers – obviously – so I just picked him up and shoved him onto my cock. It’s a massive tool and I usually go in gently, but there was no need with this slut – straight to the base and no sign of any pain, probably due to the fucking huge amount of jizz I could feel slopping around inside him. He moaned loudly and I began to pull him up and down grunting and groaning myself, cum flying out of his butt and up and down my shaft. Something was missing. A dynamic I felt we should have had but didn’t quite. I cursed myself inwardly. This was a bad fuck! How?!? Slut sensed it too. He leaned into me and whispered, very quietly, in a very low voice “stop pretending to be a kind and caring lover Boss. We both know you’re a depraved fucking animal. So am I. I live to get fucked, to be used and to be a big man’s fuck toy. Damage me, Daddy”. I was shocked and threw him off. He landed on the ground, but in two seconds was on his back with his butt pointing up at me. The moonlight caught the glint in his eyes. WTF? This guy was wired as hell. Bad boy indeed! I leaned into him, penetrating him again slowly with my hand around his neck, deliberately, taking the time I needed to make it clear I dominated that butt, that it was mine from now on. I leaned in and whispered to him, very quietly and in a very low voice “I know your kind tweaker boy. You’re high as a kite aren’t you?” “Yes Sir” “What on?” “Not much really Sir” I smacked him around the mouth, hard, as I knew he’d lied. I won’t have my bitches lying to me. This did not have the desired effect. He smiled seductively, leaned towards me and, in a very demanding tone for a bitch said: “I didn’t even feel that” So I have no choice but to punch him a solid roundhouse. Now, I’m a big guy; 19 inch biceps and a solid upper body. So he felt it. I expected him to cry out, but no, he just smiled back at me and said: “Thank you Sir. I love being treated mean by a proper guy. I took 32 cocks tonight, 27 loads – I lied when I said I hadn’t counted – but they were all pussies. Sluts need a real guy to show them who is in charge” “What on?” “Just a small bit of T, G, K, poppers and a bit of liquor Sir” Fucking hell, more pharmacy than a hospital. This kid was going to be trouble, and yet I couldn’t look away. For the first time in my adult life, I’d fallen in love. “Slut, you and me are going to be good friends I think. Just so happens I work every Saturday night - dealing just those chems”.

great story, met my gifter in a bar

THAT was hot as fuck!

In Oz we have a similar offensive, "Only God knows why he put it on this earth" creature. It has a more shield as a back covering. No idea it's real name but, to us they have always been STINK BUGS. Upto 3/4cm in length, 1/4 in width & they tend to clump like Fire ants. They are usually found in our Eucalyptus (gum) trees & STINK 😖😖😖, it NEVER COMES OFF. I have never had the "pleasure" of meeting a skunk but, these bugs must be similar, once disturbed. It is these things that DO SOMETIMES make me question my Faith & what "our Creator" was smoking, injecting or swallowing when he inflicted the world with these offences to our senses. Hope my last para doesn't get me any points🙄🙄🙄.

ill be no loads refused that weekend 🙂 trying to break a load count and just enjoy being a muscle pig not on prep. love to add your loads to the mix

Trust me, we all wanna hear all the details!

Well, it's started very early when me and my bros would hit the men's room between classes and piss at the trough...we would pop boners to shock the the shy kids trying to piss or being shy about their dicks! We would fucking laugh our asses off...as they'd get beet red!

I see Reacher as the Alpha asshole jock! Lol

I consider myself gay, but i admit there’s a small handful of pussies I’d truly love to plow the shit out of, my mothers being the main one. Not based on looks ( although i imagined her in all latex or pvc outfit and hooker boots in the fantasy of this happening) but just wanting to fuck the hole I came from, I’m very turned on by that. I’ve wondered if other guys that identify mainly as gay have as well. I’ve chatted with a few so always been curious how common that is.

I love that song .... always thought of it as a goal to attain, rather than something that should already exist, but doesn't yet.. Even the key, (plain-jane old C major) is evocative of the almost impossibility of attaining what the song represents. *I don't think the world has recognized the enormity of his talents yet. (rhetorical answer) Yep. Attended another one earlier this afternoon. Started out with about 150 people, a month+ ago. Today, it was not quite 900. I should state that this County (Broward) is the most reliably Democratic in the State of FL. When the Republican members of the House won't even attend the normal, long, loooong standing "town hall" meetings with their constituents, and the Democratic office-holders in the area attend instead, there's nothing "normal" afoot at all. More, it's happening in every State in the Union. The R's don't even have enough backbone to meet with the residents of their districts. More, this is happening nation wide, daily, not just here and there. The local republican office-holders don't even have the balls to face their own constituents !!!

Nah never push out the loads. 6 is the magic number to after that it’s gonna get cumsloppy no matter what u do. Plug my jockpussy before collecting more to make sure all the alpha nut stays inside.

"Such a good boy" he moaned in my ear as his thick raw cock slid into me. I took every inch, arching my back to let him in. As he slowly slid in and out, in and out, I knew deep down he was going to breed me. I wanted it so bad. I wasn't going to stop him now to ask any questions, I was so lost in the ecstasy of his body on mine, his hands holding my hips, his breath on my neck, his cock buried inside me. It was too much and we'd already come this far. Just let him have you, I thought to myself as he picked up the pace and slowly but surely started pounding my little ass into oblivion... We'd been chatting for weeks and just hadn't been able to find a time to link up. He was fit, probably from his military days, and a hot daddy looking for a young bottom to fuck. Naturally this got my attention, but not nearly as much as his perfect thick 8" cock. Oh i needed that cock, I dreamed about that cock. It was Sunday morning and as usual I had woken up painfully horny, grinding myself into my sheets. Rolling over I pulled up grindr and to my absolute delight there he was - "wife is out of town. you want this cock boy?" and an address. I've never gotten ready so fast. I pulled into his driveway and walked up to the door where he was waiting, watching me. "Finally" was all he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. He was even hotter than his photos suggested. Out of my league for sure. As the door closed he turned and pinned me to the wall with a long sloppy kiss. "I've got all day for you, hope you have nowhere to be", I shook my head, unable to form words in my excitement. He smiled and pulled me into the kitchen. "Drink?", I nodded. He poured a glass of whiskey and handed it to me. "None for you?" I asked shakily, to which he just smirked. "Drink up boy". I did as I was told. We stood and talked for a few minutes, the whole time he inched closer and closer to me until finally we were inches apart. "Once we go into the bedroom, you're mine. No going back. So any reservations now is the time." He waited patiently. I could see his hard cock bulging in his shorts. Saying nothing I reached down to feel it. That was it. I had made my choice. We headed for the bedroom, his hand on my ass the whole time. Stripping me, his big hands explored my body. I wasn't hard, mostly out of sheer anxiety. "Here's the deal. I'm going to try and get you hard. If I can do it without touching your cock, I'm going to fuck you raw." I blushed but didn't protest. His lips found my neck, my ear, as his hands played with my round little ass, at first caressing and then playing with my hole. It was hopeless, my cock stiffened in moments and before long it was rock hard. He grinned over my shoulder as his hand moved to grab it. Fuck, that's it I thought. I hadn't gone raw in months since I had gone off prep. But still, there is nothing hotter than a load shooting into me. I had also forgotten when we first talked I told him I was on prep and preferred it bareback. Oops. He pushed me to my knees and slid his cock deep into my mouth, a little rough, very hot. I drooled all over it and played with his balls. I could tell he liked it. He liked owning me. Maybe I liked it too. He tossed me into the bed and climbed in behind me. My heart was racing. He was about to fuck me raw and I was just letting him. The thoughts were dashed from my head as he pushed a lubed finger into my ass. Instinctively I bent over and took it. He went at it for a few minutes before adding some lube to his cock. "I bet you feel amazing" he said admiring my ass from behind. All I could manage was "lets find out". My first "good boy" achieved. He started slow, just the tip. But as soon as his cock started pushing in I felt myself loosen up and give it to him. We had made a deal, after all. He slid in slow, and deep, so deep in me. Finally giving me every inch as I moaned loud, eliciting that sweet "such a good boy" from him. That left me swimming. He fucked me like this for what felt like 20 minutes. Pounding me raw and breaking me in, before flipping me over. My legs on his shoulders now, he pushed back inside. "I want to look into your eyes as I breed you, boy". Oh fuck was all I could moan. "Open your month", I did as instructed, and he spit right into it. So fucking hot. Without any warning he pushed deep and shot his load. It felt so goddamn good, warm and sticky inside me. He kept thrusting so I could feel the cum squish inside me. I looked up at him in amazement and without thinking said "more please". For the next two hours he fucked me silly, shooting 3 more loads into my bare ass and handing out good boys along the way. Dripping with his cum and panting we laid side by side. I was in love with his cock. He rolled over and started to jerk me off. "Your turn, now". It wouldn't take long I thought. As he edged me closer and closer he leaned in and whispered in my ear "I love seeing your full of my poz loads, no one ever lets me do this". Shock washed over me but not fear, maybe excitement? It was so raw, so hot, and I was lost in the moment. Before I could say a word my whole body shook and I shot the biggest load I've ever shot in my life all over myself. As I relaxed and we laid there kissing, I broke away and managed to mumble "I'm not on prep anymore though". He started at me, looking deep into my soul, and smiled. "I had hoped not. I want to make you mine. Be my little good boy?" Dripping with cum I laid there, thoughts racing in my head, but before I could process anything, he started climbing on top of me and rolling me over. Oh well, I thought, what's one more. I can get some pep at the clinic tomorrow. Hearing no resistance, he fucked me hard again and shot a fourth load into me before setting me free to clean up and go home. "I hope to see you soon" he winked as he held the door for me. I raced home, heart pounding, and jerked off in the sink. I was so horny? I never went to the clinic. Didn't go the next day, or the next. I don't know why. But the next week I was back in his bed and full of all that poz cum all over again. And the week after. I guess I know my place now. And he has his little good boy after all.

This reminds me of the time I was piss fucked in the local sauna. In fact I was fucked, then he unloaded in me and stayed in. It was then I realised after he'd loaded me he was also then pissing in me. It was fucking amazing.

Hot brothers! Thanks.

Hell yeah. 23 yo black man close by desperately needed to get sucked fast and bust a nut. Checked in to see if I needed to prep my hole (which takes time) but he definitely just wanted head and only head. I always want dick and seed in my hole. Always. But I'm a sub bottom pleaser so if I can give a man what he needs and pleases him, I will. I get there, strip and start working his nipples and sucking his cock and eventually we are in 69 position and he's suddenly rubbing his fingers around my hole, dipping into it, eating it and telling me over and over that he wants to fuck and breed me. I tell him I'm not good to go and he says next time he'll fuck me. Sigh. This is the reason I try to be prepared regardless of what's on the table.

Chapter 7 For the past month Jason and Brad has been fucking almost every other day. Jason has open to the role of being a sub bottom more but there are days the two of them will reverse their roles. Brad has also come clean about the rush Jason felt. Jason surprisingly was even more curious about it. However, he is still very conservative about it because he didn't want it to get in the way of his performance on the volleyball court. Just when Luke was wondering why Jason never came back to him Brad revealed to him that they were classmates so he's been satisfying Jason's lust. The conversation gave Luke an idea so one Friday after he called Jason into his office. Jason got hit in the face pretty hard at practice a few days ago and had a headache. He thought that's why he was being sent to the trainer's room because he was diagnosed with a mild concussion and hasn't been cleared to return to the court. Jason arrived wearing a white athletic shirt and red shorts that could barely contain his bulge underneath it. Truth be told, when Jason was on his way to trainer's room, the image of Luke's mature man hole got him aroused but he did his best to keep it contained but at the same time some part of him was hoping that he'd get to fuck Luke again. When he arrived, Luke could clearly tell that Jason had on a pair of jocks underneath his shorts because he could see the outline of it. He ignored what he saw and acted professional and checked in on Jason. After running some tests, Luke said “I think you are all clear to return to court….” Jason was excited to hear that then Luke continued and said “however, there's something else that might be a problem" Jason looked confused and asked “hmmm…what is it?" Luke said “do you remember the piss test you did a few days ago? It came back positive for some illegal substance use" Jason's heart sank. He completely forgot about the piss test because the day he did the test, he had a head splitting headache. He had no idea it was all a part of Luke's plan. In his panic state, he started begging Luke not to report him and that it was only a one time thing. He said he'll do anything and ask Luke to please not to report him. Luke asked "anything?” With a grin on his face but his back was facing Jason so Jason didn't see his facial expression. Then Luke said “well….how about this. I just got new furniture and I received a notification saying that it is delivered but the whole thing is quite heavy and I think I'll need some help assembling it. I like you so if you can give me a hand with my new furniture. I'll let this one slide. I'm about to head home now. Can you come help me?" Jason responded “yes of course" he was both relieved that Luke wouldn't report his test result to his coach and at the same time he was excited because of what happened the last time he went to Luke's apartment. He got in his car and followed Luke back to his condo. When they got to Luke's door, there was a giant box that was sitting right outside. They pulled the box in together and started assembling it. It's a black padded bench. Jason thought it must has something to do with athletic training and didn't ask any questions. When they were done, Luke offered Jason a glass of water, just pure water this time because Luke suspected Brad may have introduced him to G so there's no point in putting it in his drink. Luke came back into the living room and opened up a small delivery box and pulled out a couple poppers and two silver aerosol cans. “What are those?" Jason asked “These? They are poppers…sort of" Luke responded “They look different from normal poppers" Jason said “They feel different too. Wanna try it?" Luke asked “Um….sure” Jason hesitated for a second but he thought maybe he'd get to fuck Luke again if he go along with it "Let me go grab a small rag” Luke said while Jason sat back on an accent chair and checked his phone. Out of nowhere Luke's arms came from behind and he said " so here's how you do this’ Jason could smell Luke's cologne from his arms and it felt like Luke was super close to him and was breathing down his neck when he spoke. Holding onto a folder rag, Luke spray the can onto the rag for a good 5-6 seconds. Jason could see where the spray was but smelled nothing. He leaned in to press his nose into it but Luke says “oh no. Not with this. Open up your mouth" then Luke shoved the rag into Jason's mouth as deep as he could. He made sure all of the area he spayed is in Jason's mouth then he instructed Jason to take a deep breath. Jason initially was surprised by Luke's action but followed Luke's instructions anyway. As he breath though the rag, inhaling a breeze of chemical air into his lungs, he face got hot and vision began to pulse in sync with his heart beats. He heard Luke said "two more deep breaths boy”. As he breath in the second breath as hard as he could he looked over to Luke who is now shirtless wearing nothing but a pair of blue jock with the side of his balls hanging out on the sides. He was wondering when did Luke strip away his clothes as he took on a 3rd deep breath then felt Luke pulling the rag out of his mouth and put it in his own mouth to breath through it. Luke's nearly lost his vision completely and he couldn't remember what was going on. He felt a hand holding onto his jaw open and something shoved in his mouth and a hand pulling and pushing his head as he allowed his throat to be fucked by Luke's huge dick. He heard Luke said “that's it boy. That's it." He opened up his mouth as wide as possible and let Luke's cock enter his throat as deep as possible. It blocked his airway but his mind couldn't quite comprehended what was happening just yet. After about 1 min, he felt Luke pulling his dick out of his throat. Luke's dick is now wet and fully covered in Saliva. As he regained consciousness, he found himself kneeling on the bed with Luke's cock right in front of him but he doesn't care. Jason wanted that cock more. He didn't even realize that he was wearing nothing but a jock and his cock was as hard as it has ever been. Luke was hitting a bong at that time. As soon as he noticed Jason looking at him, he grabbed Jason's chin and breath all of the smoke into his mouth. It was so much that Jason couldn't inhale all of it but he instinctively exhaled them onto Luke's dick bc it's what he always does with Brad when he receives smoke this way. He was about to work on Luke's cock again but he felt Luke lifting his chin up. The room swam around Jason as he took the third deep breath through the soaked cloth, Luke's potent scent filling his nostrils. His eyes watered and his throat burned, but his cock stood at full attention, begging for relief. Luke pulled back, his cock glistening with a mix of sweat and Jason's saliva, and Jason felt a strange sensation building in his core. The poppers had done their job, amplifying every sensation and stripping away his inhibitions. Jason looked up at Luke with a mix of confusion and lust, his lips still parted from the rough treatment they'd just received. "Suck me," Luke commanded, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air. And suck him Jason did, his mouth moving in a frenzy as he worshiped the thick, veiny shaft in front of him. It was wet and sloppy, his tongue slurping around the head while his cheeks hollowed with each bob of his head. He could feel the pressure building in his own cock, his body responding to the raw, primal need to please the man above him. But Luke had other plans. He gripped Jason's hips and with surprising strength for a man his age, he flipped him over onto the bed. "Straddle my face," he growled. The poppers had turned Luke into a beast, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Jason didn't hesitate. He climbed over Luke, his legs on either side of the trainer's broad shoulders. The coolness of the bed contrasted with the heat of Luke's breath on his ass as he positioned himself above the man's face. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. He felt the tip of Luke's tongue press against his hole, a gentle but firm pressure that had his whole body quivering. Then, without warning, Luke's tongue was inside him, stroking and teasing the sensitive tissues within. The sensation was unlike anything Jason had ever felt before. It was as if every nerve ending in his body was centered in that one spot, and Luke's tongue was playing a symphony of pleasure. He could feel the man's stubble against the sensitive skin of his thighs, the scratchy fabric of the jock Luke was still wearing brushing against his balls. His own cock was leaking precum onto the bed, the need to come bordering on pain. Luke's tongue grew more insistent, delving deeper with each pass. His hands gripped Jason's ass cheeks, spreading him wide to allow better access. The young athlete's muscles tensed and relaxed in time with the rhythm of Luke's mouth, his hips rocking slightly as he tried to push back against the skilled tongue that was fucking him so thoroughly. The pressure was building, the heat in his groin growing more intense with each flick of Luke's tongue. The poppers had turned his world upside down, heightening every sensation Suddenly, Luke pulled away, leaving Jason's hole quivering and begging to be filled. He looked up at the young man, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Your turn," he murmured, moving his way down Jason's body. Jason's breath caught in his throat as Luke's mouth closed around his leaking cock. The feeling was indescribable—like a warm, wet heaven enveloping him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire being. His eyes rolled back and his head fell forward, his fingers curling into the bed sheets. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so alive. As Luke worked him with his mouth, Jason could feel the man's beard brushing against his sensitive skin, adding an extra layer of sensation to the already overwhelming mix. The trainer's hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as his tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, lapping up the droplets of precum that had formed. It was too much; Jason couldn't hold back. He threw his head back and moaned, the sound echoing through the apartment, loud and unrestrained. Luke's grip tightened, his mouth moving faster, and Jason knew he was going to cum. His voice was strained and desperate, but Luke was in no mood to let him off easy. He reached up with his other hand and grabbed Jason's balls, giving them a firm squeeze. The pain was sudden and sharp, cutting through the pleasure, making Jason's eyes water. He tried to pull away, but Luke's hand on the back of his head was unyielding. With a sadistic grin, Luke released Jason's cock and gave his balls a hard slap, the sound echoing through the room. The pain was intense, and Jason's orgasm retreated, leaving him panting and frustrated. "Not yet," Luke whispered, his eyes never leaving the younger man's face. He signaled Jason to turn around and reached for the bong sitting on the nightstand, his hand shaking slightly with anticipation. Jason watched as Luke packed the bowl, his eyes glued to the older man's biceps flexing. He licked his lips, eager to taste him again, but Luke had different plans. He lit the bong, the smoke of tina filling the air. The smoke swirled around them as Luke took a deep hit, his chest rising and falling. He offered the mouthpiece to Jason, “I know you know what to do” Luke said. Jason was both surprised and turned on. He took the bong from Luket greedily. Luke warmed up the bubble for Jason as he inhaled in the thick white cloud. When he was about to stop, Luke said “No. Keep going boy. Harder…..harder……harder…..ok you’re good but hold it in” then Luke leaned back and flexed his rock hard dick and gave Jason a look at the direction of his hard dick. Jason got back to the position he was in before and moved toward Luke’s cock. His world had narrowed down to the sensation of Luke's hard cock against his lips, the taste of the lingering tina in the air, and the anticipation of the coming rush. He felt like he was floating on a cloud, the room around him a hazy blur as he let out all of the smoke on Luke’s cock. Then he heard Luke's voice cutting through the fog. "Take it," he growled, pressing the rag into Jason's mouth. The chemical smell was intense, but Jason obeyed without hesitation. He inhaled deeply, the fumes cooling his throat and nose. The room spun, the colors grew brighter, and his body felt light, like it might float away. The rag was removed, and Luke's cock replaced it, pushing into his mouth with surprising force. Jason took it all in one swift motion, his eyes watering as he gagged. He could feel his throat stretch. His mind raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess of pleasure and confusion. He just wanted to please Luke. Finally Luke’s entire cock is in his throat. He knows that because his nose is resting on Luke’s balls. Luke held his head in that position forcefully for a bit then finally let go. Jason’s head sprung up from Luke’s cock, letting his hard cock out of his throat as he gasped for air. Luke gently kissed Jason’s hole and said “god…..that’s a beautiful hole”. Luke propped himself up while Jason got lost in the maximum impact trance. He lube up his hard cock and began sliding it up and down along Jason’s buttbrack. Jason felt Luke's cock nudging at his entrance, the slickness of the lubricant allowing the tip to slide back and forth with ease. The anticipation was maddening—his body tense, waiting for the moment of penetration. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet smack of Luke's cock against his skin. Luke's cocke danced around the edge of his hole, teasing him, building the pressure until Jason was practically begging for it. “Here it comes boy” Luke said while putting his hands around Jason’s neck and pulling Jason upper body up toward him. The first push was slow and deliberate, the head of Luke's cock breaching the tight ring of muscle with a gentle pop. Jason's eyes widened as the sensation overtook him—his body stretched to the brink of pain, but it was a delicious, thrilling pain that he craved more of. He whimpered and pushed back, trying to take more of Luke's length inside him. Luke’s cock was like a hot knife through butter—it didn’t hurt, it just filled him so completely. The feeling was indescribable. With each slow, deep thrust, Jason's body grew more and more accustomed to the intrusion, until finally, the head of Luke's cock was buried in his ass, his cheeks resting against Luke's pelvis. "Oh, fuck," Jason gasped, his voice breathless. "Please, fuck me." His words were barely coherent as he pleaded for more, his body trembling with need. Luke chuckled darkly, a smug expression crossing his face. He positioned his cock at the entrance of Jason's hole, already slick with lube. "Patience," he murmured, pushing the tip inside. Inch by inch, Luke filled him up, his dick stretching Jason's tight opening wider than it had ever been. The pain was intense, but Jason's body was already craving the fullness. Luke's thick, veiny length slid in deeper, and Jason's eyes widened, his mouth forming an 'O' of pleasure. "That's it," Luke said, his voice gruff. "Take it all for me." He pushed further, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air. Jason's cheeks were flushed, his eyes glazed over. His fists clenched the bed sheets as he took Luke's entire length, feeling like he was going to split in two. "You're doing so good, baby," Luke praised, his hands on Jason's hips, guiding him through the agonizing ecstasy. He began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate at first. "So tight, so hot," he groaned, his own pleasure evident in every grunt. Jason's breathing grew ragged as Luke's pace picked up, his cock hitting all the right spots with a rhythm that was driving him wild. The older man's beard scraped against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. The smoke from the tina bong still lingered, making everything seem surreal and heightened. "You're going to cum for me," Luke ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Cum without touching yourself." The challenge sent a bolt of electricity through Jason. He nodded, his eyes locked onto Luke's, as if by sheer willpower alone he could hold back his climax. Luke's hands roamed over his body, pinching his nipples and digging into his flesh, pushing him closer to the edge. The friction grew unbearable, and Jason's moans grew louder. He felt his body tighten, his muscles clenching around Luke's cock. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." With a roar, Jason's orgasm ripped through him, his cock spurting cum without a single touch. The intensity was so great, he thought he might pass out. His body convulsed, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him. Luke never stopped moving, his own climax building, his eyes never leaving Jason's face. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the smell of sex and tina thick in the air. Sweat glistened on their skin as they both revealed in the aftermath of their shared release. "Good boy," Luke murmured, pulling out and collapsing onto the bed beside him. He grabbed the bong again, taking a hit before passing it to Jason. "Now, let's do it again," he said with a wink. Jason's eyes widened, his body still trembling. He took the bong, the taste of Luke's precum still on his lips. He inhaled deeply, the smoke filling his lungs, and handed it back. "Fuck yes," he breathed, his desire for more already growing. And so they continued, their night of passion and power play stretching into the early hours of the morning, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring into something exquisitely addictive. With a feral growl, Luke slammed into Jason one last time, his cock swelling to its fullest before erupting deep inside him. The younger man felt the hot rush of cum fill his ass, Luke's thick, pulsating member leaving him no choice but to accept every drop. His body clenched around him as the orgasm hit him like a freight train, his eyes rolling back in his head and a scream tearing from his throat that was a mix of agony and euphoria. When the tremors of his climax finally subsided, Luke pulled out, his dick glistening with a mix of sweat and cum. He grabbed Jason's chin, tilting his head up. "Clean me up," he demanded, his voice still thick with lust. Jason, his body still quivering from the intense fucking, eagerly leaned in to obey. He took Luke's cock in his mouth, the taste of his own ass mixing with the salty tang of the older man's cum. He swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping up every drop before moving to the shaft, savoring the flavor of their combined pleasure. As Jason worked Luke's dick with his mouth, the trainer couldn't help but admire the way his pupil had taken to his instructions. The boy was insatiable, hungry for more of his master's cock. He watched as Jason's eyes watered from the effort, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked and licked, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. Once Luke was clean, he pushed Jason's head down to his still-sensitive hole. "Tongue," he barked, and Jason obeyed without hesitation. He tentatively poked his tongue into the sticky mess, tasting himself on Luke's cock. The act was so degrading, so deliciously dirty, that it only served to turn him on more. He lapped at Luke's opening, his tongue exploring the warm cavern that had just been stretched to its limits by the older man's girth. The taste of their combined release was intoxicating, making him want to dive in deeper, to devour every inch of him. Luke's hand was back in his hair, guiding him, pushing him in further. "That's it," he praised, his voice tight with arousal. "Suck it all out." Jason moaned around his task, his tongue sliding in and out of him, his own cock hardening once more at the feeling of Luke's fingers pressing into his cheeks, controlling him completely. He could feel the man's cock growing hard again, and the anticipation of another round of dominance and pleasure made his heart race. Their breathing grew ragged as Jason cleaned him up, the intimate act bringing them closer together in a way that transcended mere physical connection. When Luke was satisfied, he gently pulled Jason's head back, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You're a natural," he murmured, stroking the boy's hair. "But we're not done yet." With a wicked glint in his eye, he grabbed the lube again, signaling his intent. "On your back," he ordered, and Jason eagerly complied, his body more than ready for whatever Luke had in store for him next. The trainer positioned himself between the younger man's legs, his cock now standing tall and proud. He leaned in, whispering in Jason's ear, "You're going to love this." And with that, he plunged back into him, their bodies moving together in a symphony of need and desire. The sound of their flesh slapping filled the room as Luke fucked him mercilessly, the slickness of their combined cum making the sensations all the more intense. Jason could only whimper and moan, his body no longer his own as he was used and pleasured beyond anything he had ever experienced. The night was still young, and Luke had no intention of letting up.

This part especially is insanely hot. I love watching Hot House videos where the Top is toy fucking or fisting the bottom and he either doesn't take his cock out, or it's limp to semi the whole time, never getting hard. I love how both get pleasure just from the bottom's hole. This is my ultimate fantasy. Congrats on having such a talented hole!

I love big cocks and the feeling as they re-arrange my insides and break through my second ring!

In the UK we don’t have the fraternity system, with perhaps the closest equivalent being the ‘colleges’ at some older universities, but even this is really very different. No, on this side of the Pond we will usually have our first year at uni in individual rooms within a hall of residence or some other university-run student accommodation, and then head off with a group of people into the local rental market for flats and houses for the subsequent academic years. Sometimes houses are rented just for a year at a time, sometimes a group may do a deal with a landlord to stay for the whole of the two to three years required to finish their degrees with little or no rent paid over the summer break. However, the house I rented with nine other friends for two full years had a definite ‘frat house’ quality about it. Such a large group together is very rare, not least because houses of that size don’t tend to be marketed to students, but we had landed this one thanks to its owner having died (an old lady who lived by herself, if you can believe it for such a large place), and the executor of the estate having given up trying to sell it in a weak market and instead opting to try for a guaranteed income off the local student population. The penalties for damage were pretty severe, but the discounts for doing it up were also very attractive. We got them to put in a new kitchen and do up the main bathroom before we arrived, but we had then put some care into gradually re-painting the house, kitting it out from IKEA (recharging reasonable elements of that to the estate), and we also tackled the jungle-like garden. Such a large group was possible as we had all been together on campus in a mini-block at Hatton Hall, and had really bonded. Yes, there were a few others in that block who hadn’t really integrated with the rest of us, but to end up with there being ten guys who were randomly placed together by a computer who all got along like we did was quite amazing. All of us were athletic (albeit doing different sports), we all liked to have fun, and if we were Stateside we would have been thought of as quintessential ‘jocks’. On the surface at least. You see, we also shared something else in common, namely a bit of ‘flexibility’ when it came to sex. This was discovered guy by guy over the course of the first term, until there was basically bed-hopping happening throughout the block every night. What everyone got up to varied as far as I could tell, but the ten of us all played with everyone else at some point and occasionally things happened in larger groups. Plenty of the guys also went off and found fun with girls too, whilst Josh was out and proud from the outset so he was having plenty of encounters with guys elsewhere too. The summer before we moved into the house is when I decided that I was basically gay as well. As much as I did feel something for a woman’s form, after the year I’d had in Hatton Hall I knew my future was going to be all about guys. You see, I had discovered that I was an absolute power-bottom. I knew some of the other guys took it up the arse as well, but without fail every bit of fun I had with my blockmates involved me getting fucked and bred. I was so insatiable that I let it be known I was available whenever and wherever needed, so in truth I probably got the most action out of all of us given how many times in the average day one of them would stop by for a quick fuck. I loved longer sessions or even when I slept the whole night wrapped up in bed with any one of them, but dropping my shorts and bending over the sink when one of them was horny was awesome too. Contrary to what porn may suggest, I was the tallest and most well-built of all of us. So, anyway, that brings me back to the house we moved into at the start of our second year. We had all come back a couple of weeks early from our family homes around the country to work on the place before we had lectures or coursework to worry about, and it was no problem that some bedrooms became uninhabitable for short periods as we were all so happy sleeping with each other. I kept up my ‘duties’ throughout, being available whenever any of them fancied a fuck, though it wasn’t exactly uncommon to be finding the others fucking or blowing each other too. Even Marcus, who I think had been strictly a top during our first year, was now readily getting on all fours after what he called ‘an eventful summer in France’. Fortunately, with us all being 19 or 20, there was no shortage of cum to go around. We did continue to work on the house once term started, but had managed to get most of it done before then so tended to only do things when we could be bothered. This may surprise you for a house full of jocks, but we were all pretty committed to our studies and therefore made sure we worked hard. With sports teams and of course sex of various kinds taking up time, we only occasionally (and often individually) went back to the master to-do list on the fridge to see if we could tick off a job or two. The two smaller bathrooms and the extra downstairs toilet were laughably retro and remained that way all year, and we were still using quite a bit of the old lady’s furniture around the place, but it was absolutely fine. We also looked after it all well, with no-one getting up to ridiculous antics, and me, Josh, Bailey and Sean always going outside in the garden to smoke even if the weather was shite. So yes, the sex. Well, let’s just say we started getting a bit bolder. This was our own place, no others to worry about, and we were all just very relaxed with ourselves and each other. A couple of the guys still thought of themselves as straight, most as bi, a couple were unsure, Josh had been out from the start, and no-one batted an eyelid when I told them of my own epiphany (perhaps it was obvious to them given I was essentially the resident cumdump). With none of that hanging over us, we started to talk about or just introduce our own interests, kinks or whatever. For instance, where Tom would only occasionally order someone on to their back so he could ride their cock, once you put a collar on him and chained him to something, he started to give me a run for my money in the cumdump department. Hugh revealed some pent-up desires from his many years in rugby changing rooms, which we eventually acted out by all wearing some old rugby kits he had sourced, gathering in the large main bathroom, and making him the focus of a bukkake session (which he enjoyed so much it became a monthly theme night, albeit with things evolving such that he and I would then take the other guys’ second loads from behind). Sam was not a smoker, but if you saw him with a packet of cigarettes then you knew it was a call to action as he would soon be in the shed at the end of the garden with his head hanging out of the window, his arse available for whatever anyone wanted to do to it m, all while he chain-smoked and - randomly - listened to music on a set of big headphones. I honestly don’t think I could accommodate the size of dildo that Sam has taken in that shed, and yet the rest of the time he rarely gets fucked. Bizarre. These are just some of the kinks we had fun with, amongst many others. Beyond that there were toga parties, strip poker, garden wrestling and many other activities that were a lot of fun and always ended up in an orgy. My kink, however, began to manifest after finding a couple of websites by accident on which I found either porn or stories that initially horrified me but, owing to the fact they also fascinated me, in time I realised tapped into something deeper. I did love going to sleep with one of the guys, whether I was the big or little spoon, but I fundamentally got off on just being used by all of them. Now, I had started to realise, my need for this was growing and I was actually starting to want to expand my horizons a bit. Yes, having nine hunks right on hand who are happy to breed you regularly is amazing, but I wanted to be truly used. Anonymously. Regularly. Dangerously. So, unlike everyone else, I started to look elsewhere to explore my kink rather than it being something the guys helped with. I started hooking up with men off apps, always seeking older guys who wanted to bareback and breed me. That just seemed to be part of what I was seeking, and I literally never did anything with younger guys or sex involving condoms. Even that wasn’t enough, so on a weekend when quite a few of the guys were either at away matches for their teams or had gone home to visit family, I headed into the National Trust estate near the campus via a couple of loose fence panels I had read about so that I could bend over by a certain tree and take whatever came my way. I also started visiting a disused toilet block next to the railway sidings that turned out to be a great place to get fucked through a gloryhole. In short, I had become an absolute cumslut. But it was via an app that my itch really got scratched. A guy in his 60s messaged me saying that he and his husband would like me to spend the night with them, and it seemed from my profile like I might enjoy that. His profile had some fields left empty, but it was in the photo album he unlocked for me that there were a couple of images that got my blood racing. Both were from the man’s POV while he was fucking his man, and clearly visible on his torso as well as his husband’s lower back were biohazard symbol tattoos. I wrote back and asked if they were poz, and he replied to say they were and they think that I want to be too. This freaked me out, despite the risks I had been taking lately despite not having got round to getting on PrEP, and I quickly closed the app. But I could not get the man’s words or images out of my mind, with the fascination eating away at me for three days. It was after I was left feeling strangely unsatisfied despite Liam, Bailey and Marcus having bred me in quick succession that I booted up the app again and wrote back a short and simple “yes please”. It took a couple of weeks before we managed to find a mutually convenient evening for us to meet up. During that time I flip-flopped repeatedly on whether I wanted to go through with this, but every time I nearly cancelled or thought about getting on PrEP, something stopped me. Despite the logical part of my brain telling me this was crazy, that it would probably mess up a great thing I had going in the house, that it would forever limit my options for a relationship and so on, I could not keep down the other part of me that just wanted to have this sordid experience. I did not know at the time what bugchasing was, nor had it been any part of my life prior to the guy messaging me, but I could not shake the newfound need to go through with it. It was a Friday night that, after a final fretful hour of soul-searching and drinking vodka to calm myself, I cycled over to the address the guy had given me. When he answered the door I was a little taken aback at how much thinner he looked than in his pictures, but he greeted me with a warm smile before coming out to open the gate to their side alley so I could securely store my bike. I then went inside, finding the house to be nicely decorated and very cosy. His husband was in the kitchen and came out to meet me, and while he was maybe a little beefier than the guy I had been messaging, his skin and muscles still looked a bit off. I realised then that this was the effect of them being poz, and my stomach gave an involuntary shudder. Still, I held my nerve and did not bolt for the door, instead joining them on their back patio for a couple of cigarettes and a few shots of whisky. The guy I had been messaging was called Harry, and his husband was Sid. They talked to me about uni life, sports, and marvelled when I described the goings-on at the house. Indeed, this got them so turned on that they started to become quite tactile, touching my arms and shoulders a bit before getting bolder and starting to feel my biceps, pecs and buttocks. When we were all getting more than a little horned up, we headed upstairs to their bedroom and got down to business. I stripped down to just my jockstrap, and then lay down on the bed on my front. Over the next maybe half an hour, either in that position, on all fours, or on my knees with my head on the bed, I let them prepare me for what was to follow. They fingered and rimmed me, and then towards the end pushed a toothbrush into me which I realised was probably to make me more susceptible to their HIV. Some part of my mind was screaming at me, but I was otherwise overtaken by the moment and just allowed it all to happen. Then, without much fanfare, Harry climbed up onto the bed, positioned himself on my back, and slowly but firmly pushed his cock into me. He let me adjust for a moment, and then began to rock his hips so that he was sliding in and out of my hole. Sid sat down on the bed next to me and gently began stroking my head as his husband fucked me, which did actually help me to relax and almost forget what was happening as I enjoyed the feelings radiating out from my hole. It was only stunted breathing and a final lunge into me that indicated Harry was cumming inside me. After he had calmed down and dismounted, Sid went round to the other end of the bed and encouraged me up onto all fours. He fingered me a little, before pushing his own cock into me. Harry watched this happen, before he came round and climbed up onto the bed so he was sitting in front of me. I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed him to push his softening cock inside, the familiar taste of cum being mixed with something metallic. Somehow that didn’t send me into a panic, and I instead just closed my eyes and focused on swirling Harry’s cock around in my mouth as Sid’s fucking of my arse got progressively faster. He growled as he slammed into me one final time, and unlike with Harry, I could feel his cock throbbing in my hole as he pumped me full of poz cum. This pushed me over the edge, and I came in my jockstrap without ever having touched my own cock. After some time coming down from the heat of the moment, the two men disengaged from me and got off the bed. Harry told me to stay put for a moment, before fishing a buttplug out of a bedside drawer which he lubed and then pushed into me. They then got their dressing gowns off the back of the door, Sid fished a spare one stolen from a hotel out of the wardrobe for me, and we all went back downstairs. They mixed some cocktails, and then we went back outside to smoke. They wanted only to talk more about the antics that my housemates and I got up to, so over a couple of drinks and cigarettes I regaled them of the various orgies, gangbangs and other activities we had engaged in at the hall of residence and subsequently the house. This, I realised, was entirely about getting them both hard again, but it was also getting me horny so that I was more than ready when Sid suggested we go back upstairs. This time, however, Harry opened the door next to their bedroom, and I went in to see that it was not a guest bedroom but actually a sex playroom. Even in the relatively small space available they had installed a sling on a frame, a padded leather bench of some description, a cushioned plastic floor mat, and a huge frame that looked like the St Andrew’s flag on its side. It was this that they steered me over to, and I obediently raised my arms and spread my legs to allow them to secure me in place using padded leather cuffs on chains at each corner. Harry pulled the chains tight and secured them behind the frame, and then with barely a hesitation, Sid took up position behind me. He pulled out the buttplug, and then pushed his cock into me in one quick go. “You like that boy?” he growled. “Yes” I panted. “You like having my poz cock in you again?” he continued. “Yes” I shouted, my heart racing. “I’m going to fuck you and breed another poz load into you” he said. “You want that?” “Yes” I growled. “You want both of us pumping you full of our toxic DNA so it will become part of you!” he roared. “Oh fuck” I panted, while bending my legs as much as I could to get my arse closer to him and his cock. The gentle nature of the two initial breedings was gone, and for the duration of this fuck Sid pounded me roughly while spewing a litany of poz talk. I could only moan, whimper and repeatedly tell him how much I wanted it. When he finally slammed in and pumped his load into me, I was almost delirious. Harry soon took his place, and I was once again being fucked hard by a toxic cock and loving every minute of it. Finally I was being used in a way that scratched that deepest of itches in me, and any thoughts about the ramifications were silenced. I was yelling for Harry to breed and poz me by the time he eventually did. They left me standing there while they got their breaths back, and then they worked together to unhook the chains from the cross before leading me over to the padded bench. I got down on it on all fours, and then they secured the same chains to hooks on its frame. Harry then went to open the curtains and window, while Sid fetched a large metal bowl from somewhere and placed it in on the floor below my face. He opened a bottle and poured a little water into the bowl, before putting a straw in the bottle and holding it to my lips so I could take a few sips. I wasn’t sure what the bowl was for until a cigarette was popped between my lips and lit, realising it was to allow me to smoke despite being immobilised on the bench. I heard them also lighting up, before they then set to work at my cum-soaked rear end. What I guessed must be a toothbrush was pushed into me again, and for quite a while I just huffed on the cigarette as they brushed my insides, stroked my buttocks and occasionally rubbed my lower back. Eventually the cigarette was nearly done and I allowed it to drop into the water in the bowl, getting strangely fixated on watching it go out and then bob around while my insides were being roughed up. I knew this was about allowing their toxic cum to soak into my bloodstream more easily, and I was fully on board with it. “I hope you’re comfy, boy” Harry said from next to me. “Yes” I replied. “Good, because you’re going to be on this bench until dawn” he said, causing Sid to chuckle. “You tell us when you need a cigarette or some water, but you’re staying put until we’re done with you.” “Yes sir” I replied, somehow sensing this was expected of me. I suppose I should have been concerned or even panicked over the situation. My phone and wallet were both in my shorts next door, and being locked in place like this it would be easy for them to point my phone at my face to unlock it and then gain access to anything and everything they wanted. I think at some level I sensed that this was not something these two would do, but really I was just revelling in how I was being used as a hunky piece of meat to fuck, breed and poz however they saw fit. And fuck, breed and poz me they did. For the next few hours they took it in turns to be inside me, on occasions both leaving for a while to rest, drink or whatever, always with a buttplug left shoved in me. Their only interest at my front end was giving me the occasional cigarette or sip of water, and they were otherwise focused solely on rimming, fingering, fucking, breeding, brushing and plugging my arse (always in that order). On one occasion they were gone for longer, and I too fell asleep with my chin resting on the end of the padded bench, with my sleep being broken by the buttplug starting to be pulled out of me again. Even when I woke up I was still happy to be there and doing what we were doing, which I reflected later on was a sure sign it was indeed what I wanted. It was well after dawn when they finally unhooked the chains from the bench, and I stiffly and wearily got to my feet. As they seemed to now be completely done in I figured it was OK to also unbuckle and remove the leather cuffs from my wrists and ankles, before I did some stretches and shakes to wake up my limbs again. During one of these the buttplug was suddenly propelled out of me onto the mat, and I looked down in awe at the copious drops of cum that marked its landing spot, while feeling even more oozing out of me and down my legs. Knowing that this cum had been full of toxic swimmers when it was pumped into me caused me to spring a hard-on despite the number of times I had ejaculated hands-free over the course of the night. However, the two guys made it clear they were all fucked-out, so I would have to take care of my dick myself! Sid pointed me towards the guest bathroom to get cleaned up, and when I emerged from a glorious shower I found a pair of nice fluffy towels sitting on one side of the sink and my own clothes all neatly folded up on the other. I dried off and got dressed, before heading downstairs to find the two of them cooking pancakes and bacon, with bananas, blueberries and other bits already out on the table. I gratefully accepted a cup of coffee from the fancy machine, and then sat at the table and looked out at the sun on the small garden. “You know” said Harry, as they put the plates of food out and sat down, “you do not look at all like the normal chasers we encounter.” “Chasers?” I asked. “Guys looking to get infected” said Sid. “We get a lot of them through these doors, and they never look like you” said Harry. “Oh” I said, looking down at my plate. “I guess… I guess I didn’t know this was something I wanted or had even thought about until you contacted me.” “That was only two weeks ago” said Harry, sounding surprised. “Are you sure this is what you want?” asked Sid, reaching out and clasping the back on my hand on the table. “Yes” I said, looking up and directly at him. “I knew something was missing, and this feels like what it is.” “Well, OK then” said Sid, giving me a warm smile. “In that case we’ll probably need to book you in for a repeat visit.” “You will?” I asked. “It can take a few goes” said Harry, “particularly with a handsome hunk as young and virile as you.” I could not help but blush and smile at that compliment, somehow mentally skipping over the dark context. Yeah, when I looked in the mirror I liked what I saw, and I knew the idea of fucking me appealed to almost every top out there even if they normally preferred twinks or bears (my track record on the apps being proof of that). But it was still always a nice surprise when a guy actually told me they found me hot, as so few ever commented on it and instead just wanted to get me bent over. “But you know” said Harry, “it doesn’t have to be here.” “What do you mean?” I asked, before hungrily taking a first mouthful of breakfast. “Well, it seems like you maybe enjoy it all a bit sordid, right?” he said, to which I just nodded. “In that case you might enjoy it if we took you somewhere else next time.” “Maybe let a few other guys enjoy you too” said Sid. “We have some friends who have probably never been with someone like you.” “Where would you take me?” I asked, after swallowing the food. “Well” said Harry, “there’s a sauna we like to go to where I imagine you could spend several hours without your arse being empty, there’s a couple of other places where men like to meet where we could whore you out for a few hours to whoever was there, and of course our friend Omar hosts parties sometimes where you would be very popular as the only neg guy in attendance.” “Fuck” I said quietly, causing both of them to chuckle. “I think that’s a yes” laughed Sid. Over the rest of breakfast and a short cigarette break afterwards we made some plans for future dates, and they also made me promise to message them if I started feeling unwell. Then, with time ticking on and a need for me to get back to start on an essay paper, I thanked each of them with an uncharacteristic kiss before I retrieved my bike and set off home. On the ride back I was most surprised by how untroubled I was by what I had done, perhaps expecting that the morning-after regret would set in, and then on the last bit of the journey I switched to concocting a convincing version of the truth involving a middle-aged gym bunny couple, just in case any of the guys asked about my night. However, it was never actually brought up, and there was only a passing comment from Jack about the state of my hole as he slid his cock into it that evening. Pretty soon things were back to normal for me, but deep down I knew that an internal clock could have been set ticking, and failing that I had only to wait another couple of weeks before I got another opportunity at whichever venue Harry and Sid chose. I could not wait. To be continued… —— NOTE: There can be mixed feedback to use of images within stories. However, I am one of those people who thinks very visually, and sometimes creating versions of the characters can inspire and help me to craft the stories I write. In this case I ended up with a few versions of a scene, showing Aaron (our narrator), Harry and Sid smiling together in the garden while in their dressing gowns after the first gentle breeding. Rather than ruin this story for those who prefer to use their own imagination, I will instead post a link to the gallery created specifically for this topic. I may end up adding to it depending on where the story goes, or I may not. I am also not saying which version is the one that has stuck with me as being who I think the three characters are, so that anyone who wants to take a look can make their own unbiased choice. If you like this sort of thing then enjoy, and if you don’t then please just leave it be. Gallery: AI Images for The House

The cock I was riding eventually thickened and the guy blew his poz load into me. On autopilot, I dismounted and looked around for my next target, before heading over to one of the guys who seemed to be particularly ready again. I turned round and squatted towards his lap, allowed him to press his cock against my hole, and then lowered myself onto its entire length. I immediately began to bounce up and down on the member inside me, looking at the other guys watching the show while trying to get Bailey out of my mind. What the fuck was happening? Why was I suddenly so fixated on him? Sure, when Bailey and I were alone, the sex was really tender and involved a lot of kissing. He liked really long sessions, and particularly liked having me on my back with my legs wrapped around him, his eyes locked on mine as he gently fucked me. I had noticed he also liked me to come over and snog him when we were with others and he had decided to give up his arse. As I rode that toxic cock I realised I hadn’t ever seen him kissing anyone else, and during the work to do up our house, he had slept with me most nights until the bedrooms were all habitable. Whenever we had more than a quick bend-over-and-breed session, he slept in my bed with me. Shit. He was into me, and now I realised I felt the same. Fuck. I was here taking a second night of high-viral loads, and had just realised I had a potential boyfriend back at home. Yet, wasn’t this what I wanted to be doing? Yes, it was. Would I want to just be having pretty vanilla sex, even with a partner? Probably not. So what was I to do? Well, I was seeing this through and getting myself pozzed, that was for sure. Maybe I would just have to convert, see what the doctors said about meds, and then have a conversation with Bailey. Or…. He was one of those types who mostly topped, but once he had allowed one of the guys into his hole, he became a completely insatiable cumdump for the night. There was definitely a part of him that wanted to be used, but he suppressed it a bit rather than just embracing it in the way I did so openly. Maybe, with the right build-up, he would give himself over to it with Omar and his friends? My plotting was disrupted by the guy in me starting to thrust up to meet my bounces, and soon another toxic load was being pumped into me. When I dismounted this time, however, I did not choose another man to climb on, but instead made my way over to the fuck bench and climbed on. I wasn’t strapped down like I had been at Harry and Sid’s, instead just willingly positioning myself for anyone who was ready to fuck me. I didn’t look back at who was in me each time, instead just staring at the floor while I took multiple poz breedings and otherwise thought about what it might take to get Bailey in this room with me. Thoughts about bringing everyone along were on hold, with my focus being the guy I thought there could be something more with. After this next round of breeding, tiredness seemed to sweep the room and a lot of the guys drifted off to sleep sitting on the sofa. I wasn’t feeling like sleeping though, so I got a dressing gown out of the tall cabinet in the corner of the room, poured myself a glass of champagne, found a packet of cigarettes, and then headed outside. The air was chilly, but I wrapped myself up and sat down on a bench that seemed to be sheltered from the little breeze there was. I lit up a cigarette, and then slid down a little so I could put my head back against the wall behind me and look up the stars. Thoughts returned to Bailey, but I just allowed them to run. I did think about what he would do if he found himself here, whether he would run, or whether he would get down and dirty. I thought about what he was going to say when or if I told him about what I had been up to, and what it meant. I thought about one night we had spent together, when we had fucked a little but talked a lot, sleeping wrapped up together in bursts between the sex and the conversations. How was I only now seeing all this? I was out there for a while before Harry appeared next to me and sat down. “Are you OK son?” he asked. “Yeah” I replied. “Just thinking.” “You know” he said, “if you’re starting to regret this then you may still be able to get some PEP and be OK.” “No, it’s not that” I said. “I want this.” “So?” Harry asked. “I have a good ear if you want to talk.” I remained silent for a bit, before opening up to him about where my head suddenly was with Bailey. I was a bit all over the place, talking about Omar and Jeff, Harry and Sid, and my utter confusion at this being the time and place when I suddenly realised how I felt. I confessed my dread at telling Bailey about what I had been doing, what I was intending to keep doing, but how I also had this sinking feeling that I had to talk to him about it as part of having a conversation about the feelings we might have for each other. I barely gathered thoughts before I vocalised them, until I was all talked out and came to a stop. “You know” said Harry, after a while, “you getting pozzed up need not be a blocker to having something with this boy, even if he has no interest in following suit.” “I know” I replied, “or at least in principle I do. But what about what that guy said earlier about all the strains, the chances of PrEP and meds not working, and all that?” “That was just Jim being Jim” Harry said, smiling at me. “Yeah, we’re a bunch of toxic old fuckers, but we’ve all been on meds in the past without any issue, we’ve had boys on PrEP here who have not been taken down, and I think things are far enough advanced now that they will always find a cocktail that works.” “Oh” I said. “Well, maybe that’s something then.” “But, you will have to think about what you want, as I’m not sure a new relationship for guys as young as you will survive you heading out every night for anonymous cock” said Harry. “If you want to be with this boy then you may need to commit to him until such a time as you’re both in a place where you trust one another and can just enjoy life knowing you have each other.” “But what about the other guys in the house?” I asked. “I can’t see us just giving up all of that.” “Thats different” said Harry. “You’re both part of it already, you both know and love those guys, and if you find a relationship in that environment then it will I think be implicit that you’re both still part of the wider group. If anything, pulling away from all that might do more harm than good, given the bond you have with everyone.” “I suppose” I said. “Carrying on your shenanigans in public toilets, or parks, or wherever, is going to make the boy feel he is not enough for you” Harry said, “particularly with the services of all the other guys available.” “But what if he’s not?” I asked. “What if I need all that?” “Then you probably shouldn’t do anything even though you suspect there’s something there between you both” Harry said. “Leaving it alone will be a lot less painful for him than breaking his heart.” We sat in silence for a bit, before Harry tapped my leg a couple of times and then got up. “I’ll leave you for a bit” he said, “but when you’re ready, some of the guys are starting to stir and I know there’s a plan to DP you at some point.” He went back inside, and I went back into my thoughts. He was right, of course. What I realised had been coming from Bailey was a desire to be especially close with me, beyond what else went on in the house. He, I suspected, wanted to know he could curl up with me every night, and that there would be plenty of nights when it was just the two of us. But there’s no way he would handle me needing to go out and get fucked by anyone and everyone who happened along to wherever I had bent over and opened my hole. I wasn’t sure any potential relationship would even survive me coming clean about my anonymous antics along with the journey I had now embarked on with Harry, Sid and the other men, but I knew for sure it wouldn’t survive me continuing with any of that. Bailey had to be enough for me, and that was that. Only if he was actually into the idea of joining me for all this would there be any hope, and that would take some time. I had no answer for what I wanted, feeling conflicted between my heart suddenly trying to be part of my decision-making over just my arse, so decided to continue doing what I had come here for and deal with all that later. I got up from the bench, necked the last of my champagne, took a final puff on my cigarette, and then went back inside. Sure enough, in no time at all I was straddling on guy who was lying on his back on a mat, while another pushed his cock into my rear end as well. I was loose and sloppy enough by then to adjust fairly quickly to the double-stuffing, and then once comfy and starting to bounce a little to meet the thrusts of the guy kneeling behind me, I opened my mouth to welcome in a third cock. My head was a mess, soon my arse would be as well, but for now I was doing what I did best as I continued in my quest to become a toxic jock cumdump. All of the men there were, at some point, buried inside me alongside someone else. At all times I also had another down my throat, whether to get the man into the mood or to clean him off after breeding me. This overabundance of simultaneous cock seemed to be just what I needed to temporarily purge thoughts of Bailey from my mind, giving me back my cumslut mojo. I moaned and groaned, begged the guys to breed and poz me, and bounced as much as I could to get each pair of dual cocks as deep into me as possible. I willingly went down on all fours a few times to allow guys to push their hands into my gaping hole, feeling them nick my insides occasionally as they did their best to make sure I left absolutely riddled with the virus. When they were all done, I happily allowed one of them to push a huge buttplug into me. “Son” said Sid, helping me to my feet, “I think we’re all fucked out.” “You have so many toxic loads in you” said another guy, slapping me on my back. “It’s only a matter of time now.” “I hope so” I said, grinning. With that, the men began to disperse. Most were headed home, though at least three of them made a beeline for the house to sleep in spare bedrooms or on the sofa. Harry, Sid and I also went back to the house to get dressed again, before Harry went upstairs. Shortly after he came back down with Omar, who had not re-joined the party since my moment with Jeff. When he got down to the hallway he didn’t say anything, but just threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly. Then he was gone again, and the three of us left. They drove me back to theirs, and I joined them in their bed to sleep for what remained of the night. The next morning they both fucked one more load into me as I lay on my front, and then I showered and left. I had to stand on my pedals most of the way back as the bike’s seat was not a comfortable experience, and when I got home I slid into the house as quietly as I could and went straight to bed. No doubt Bailey was going to be on my mind when I woke up again, but for now I was exhausted, well bred, probably pozzed, and in dire need of sleep. To be continued

Part 5 I was pissed, but did I have any right to be? So Tom and Tag had asked for a few minutes alone, said they had some brotherly bonding to take care of before absconding to the backseat of my fucking car. “Easy, Griff” I tried to calm myself down. This was to be expected, Tom and Tag needed to clear the air and have some naked time together to get it all out in the open. I just didn’t like this feeling. This feeling like I was being abandoned. Daddy issues, you know. But I was hardly being left alone. I made my way to the back of the club to my favorite room here: Room 3. I opened the door and entered and was immediately enchanted by the groans and grunts of man on man pig sex and action. This was the sling room and I apparently had the luck of timing because there was a sling to the right of the room that was open. I quickened my pace and hoisted myself into it. I’d barely had time to settle before I felt a slap on my now exposed ass. “There he is, my sexy little Griffin” “Colin! It’s been too long.” and it had been. I gazed up at him in astonishment. Colin was here? Colin was back? Colin had been where it had all started for Tom and I. A sexy, Scottish, mid-30’s ad-exec, no nonsense, svelte and muscles. He had the most perfect cut 8” cock and was a dominant man who knew how to take charge and turn two innocent uni boys he met at a club into his new chemmed up pig sluts. “Griff, where’s your other half.” “He’s here- off with his little brother right now. We’re… following your lead and showing him the way.” “What a good little slut I’ve trained.” Colin said as he began to worry his fingers against my anal ring. I moaned. Then his full lips were on mine and I’d forgotten the force of his kisses, they now felt like a reclamation. “I want my turn with the new kid tonight.” he growled a whisper in my ear. “You, Tom and Him will be coming back to mine after. Is that understood?” It wasn’t a request. My dick lurched at the command. “Yes, Sir!” Colin had left the states for a few months for business- “When didn’t you get back? How long are you-” “Shhhhh-” he said as he lined up his fuckstick with my hole “Do you want to exchange niceties?” He spat on his cock then punch it into my cunt fully in on go “Or do you want me to slam you up, use you and fuck and fist this pretty little hole, Griffin?” My jaw fell open. For a moment, in the shock nothing came out, then a gutteral groan before I screamed “fuck yes, Master.” “Master?! What happened to sir. Griffin, if you want me to be your master, I would take you under my wing and show you realms you’d never dreamed of. But only you. I am sir to many, but master to one. Think about it. You and Tom- Well, you would need to separate. Could you do that?” “We’re not a couple but-” “But your best mates who do everything together. Everything. We’d still have fun with Tommy boy, but I’d want you to myself too, Griff. Think about it. We’ll have a discussion over dinner in two nights time. But for now. Let’s fuck.” With that he pulled out two syringes and I knew this night was about to get so much better. My mind swam with his offer as I tied my arm off and got ready. Tom and I had been on this adventure together, and now we were going to bring Tag in and it would be us three. But Colin… his offer was kinda the next step in what I wanted to explore. And Tom, as wild as he was. He has limits… limits I just don’t want to play by anymore. And if Tom and Tag want time together alone now, maybe their path is together as a duo. But- Like Colin said- tonight isn’t about serious decisions. Tonight is about serious fucking. “Cheers, mate” we clinked syringes then brought them to our ties off elbows. I concentrated on the crook of mine where there was a nice, fat vein. It went right in- I registered right away and was quickly pushing down on the plunger, I hadn’t even asked how much was in this one. “What a slut” I mumbled to myself. The now empty syringe was pulled from my arm’ tourniquet removed and needle capped. Colin finished around the same time and disappeared the supplies on a table next to us. The way this slam hit just right made me believe in miracles. I’ve slammed before and I’ll slam again but this slam was some kind of special. I was coughing and tasting and overwhelmed as the heat came over me. Colin’s gaze turned devilishly piggy as his rush hit him and he coughed as well. He bucked his hip forward reminding me I was impaled on his throbbing 8 inches. I wish I could tell you more about this rush but there’s just no differentiating where it began and I ended. It was so consuming. Colin and I were like fire and air, consuming each other with a ferocity that could not be contained. I could tell others were watching and I could feel cocks in my hand or occasional loas shoot onto me, but all I remained focused on was the man fucking me. He would occasionally tell me to “turn my head like a good slut” and I’d feel a new cock in my mouth, grateful for it but trying to keep my eyes on his. I’d lost track of time but felt the exact moment he blasted his load into me growling “I want you to be mine boy. I want to be your Master, to breed this beautiful cunt and destroy you like you’re my property. Because you will be my property.” With those words I felt his cum burst inside me and I came hands free. We basked in the afterglow, trying to get our breath back. He withdrew and I groaned. Another lined up as if to fuck me next. “Back off!” Colin warned him, and he did.I smirked. “C’mon Griff, we’re going.” “Going? You promised to fist me though. He advanced on me, still in the sling and grabbed around my neck pulling me in for a brutal, crusking kiss, then lowered to my neck and sucked to claim. I knew he was leaving his mark. He then whispered in my ear “You will follow me boy, because I need to get you out of here. I have had about enough sharing you tonight with them that I can stand. I told you I would be bringing you lads back to mine and I will be. I’ll share you with Tom and his brother but I need to be the one to claim you from now on. No one else touches this but me. Clear?” As he said that he forced three fingers into my cum filled cunt and I moaned. He smirked against my lips then brought the cum soaked fingers up to my mouth and made me suck them off. His cum was delicious and tasted like nectar I’d been desperate for. “I will be fisting you. I will be showing you three one hell of a night. I will be showing you what separates me, a man, from the boys. I will make sure by the end of this very night that you will unequivocally be begging me to be your master in two days time.” “Yes, Mas-” “Uh uh uh- you haven’t earned the right to call me that yet.” Colin caught me, I hadn’t even realized it. It was knee-jerk. “Yes, Sir.” * Tom stopped Tag just outside the warehouse door. Their conversation and fuck had bee intense. Now they had to find Griff and tell him it was time to leave for the night. Tom wasn’t sure where. Maybe they could grab a hotel. All he knew is the three of them had unfinished business and the night was still young. Tom was so happy that Tag was here now- so ready to really introduce him to everything, but he wanted it to be special. More special than in a warehouse. They opened the door and entered and just beyond the door was Griff and FUCK, was that?! COLIN!? He looked at me and Tag with a wolfish grin. “Tommy boy! Are you ready for a night your younger brother will never forget. Get your things together lads, we’re going to continue the evening at mine.” Tom looked to Griff who raised his eyebrows before breaking out in a devilish grin. Colin had shown them this world, he might as well be the one to help show Tag. Tom sighed and then said “Colin, I’d like to introduce my little brother Tag.”

Chapter Two Eden Prep “Did you know he was watching you?” I looked at the man and just grinned. “Please answer the question,” blow job said. I leaned back, “Of course I knew, I always know when someone is into me.” “How?” I turned and looked the guy dead in the face, “Because I’m not stupid. I know what I look like, I was born with amazing genetics, also between baseball and skateboarding I am in great shape. I am easy to like, people like to assume I’m innocent and…” I leaned forward, “I have a cock that can make grown men weep,” I looked at blow job and winked, “Ask him, he knows.” Blow job looked flustered and was staring at something very important on his screen. “What do you do when you know?” I paused, “What?” “You said you always know when someone is into you, what do you do about it?” It was a weird question, no one had ever asked me anything like that before. I thought about it for a few seconds, “Most of the time, ignore it. A lot of people look and are attracted to me but a lot of those people I am not attracted to but it costs nothing to look so I let them.” “So you tease them?” “No, teasing would mean I am offering something I am not going to give, I don’t offer anything, I just don’t get bent out of shape if they stare. And sometimes I’ll lift my shirt to wipe my face to flash my abs, cause I know I have killer abs. They get a little show and I lose nothing, I wouldn’t call that teasing.” “What would you call it?” I thought about it, “A gift.” I said smiling. They all looked down at their tablets and wrote then, blow job looked up at me, “So you leave his house, what then?” I laughed, “I went home and called my brothers.” “What did you tell them?” Another laugh, “Everything!” “So, what did he do?” John asked over Facetime. I was laying in my bed looking up at my iPad, “He stood there and jerked off, thinking I couldn’t see him.” “How’s his dick?” Eli asked from the other square. “Nice,” I admitted, “I mean he isn’t a Parker but the body makes up for it.” John asked, “So now what?” “Well, I’m going to show up every morning and practice, run laps after school, jerk off in the pool room which should lead us up to this weekend.” “What’s the weekend?” Eli asked eagerly. “He asked if I wanted to spend the night so we could do drills all day, which I had to think about but am thinking I’ll say fuck yeah.” They both laughed, “His brother is just as bad,” John chimed in, “He was a year before me, and I caught him staring at my junk more than once.” Eli laughed, “That’s not really fair, everyone stares at your junk.” “True, but this wasn’t a holy fuck stare, this was a hungry stare. You know the difference, Sammy.” I nodded because I did, there is awe and there is naked lust, they look similar if you aren’t paying attention but if you see it enough, you start to notice it. There is a lingering, a long pause, then the slow eye contact as they silently ask for permission, even if they don’t know what they are asking for. It is super erotic and a turn-on every time it happens. Mostly they look away quickly and refuse to look back, but they saw it and they won’t forget it. And John says the brother is the same…hmmmm. “Well, maybe this weekend I might give big bro a show and see what he does.” John smiled evilly, “I thought you were just there for Sean.” “Dude, have you seen the whole family? Even the dad is jacked…I wouldn’t mind catching them all.” “Sammy Ketchum, gotta fuck 'em all!” Eli sang. “Sammy are you still up?” my mom called from the hall. “Fuck, busted, gotta go guys.” “Keep us informed!” John said quickly before I hung up. “Take pics!” Eli added before the screen went dark. Man, I love those guys. Eden Prep Down the Hall “So Sean, after that first day what happened then?” “Well at the time, I was in a state of panic!” I admitted, I mean I was really deep in denial so I thought I was really being tempted buy the devil.” “How so?” I sighed, “Well…there were all these thoughts I kept locked away and when Sammy was around….they came back like ten times stronger!” One of the men nodded, “Ok, just explain to us what happened in your own words.” The week just kept getting worse and worse! Sammy came over and practiced every day, and then when we were done, he would go rinse off…and I would watch. I couldn’t stop! I knew it was wrong and I knew it was sinful, but his body was so…and his thing…I mean… I had opened a Pandora’s box and it wouldn’t close! My thing was half hard all day now, all I could think about was finding somewhere to picture Sammy and jerking off. Thankfully I could stop myself during the day, but when he was there it was impossible. I longed to pinch his nipple as he did to himself as he slowly moved his hand over the head of his thing…it was so big it was insane! There were rumors, there are always rumors, but the ones about The Parker Brothers seemed to be true. It was like having my own private strip club and he was there dancing only for me. I prayed every night for God, Jesus, or anyone to cleanse me of these thoughts, but my Thursday I was waking up with soiled pajamas because I had been humping my bed in my sleep, dreaming of Sammy Parker. When Friday rolled around, I knew I should have called it off. I should have just told him I was busy or something but that would have been lying, and I was in enough sin already. Besides, he seemed really excited about it, I couldn’t believe one of the most popular guys in school was jazzed about spending the night at my house! “Should I bring something to drink?” he asked during lunch. “Oh!” I said suddenly, “We don’t drink!” He smiled, “I meant Pepsi, my mom bought like fifty cases of Pepsi Mango and she is always trying to get me to finish them.” I sighed in relief, “Oh, yeah I haven’t tried it yet.” “The first ten cases are good, after that it gets old,” he said with a wink that made me blush…in the name of the father, son, and holy ghost… I spent the rest of the day confused, knowing I should call this off as long as these sinful thoughts chased me around in my head, but I was too weak to do so. After school he was waiting for me by my locker, “You wanna come by my house so I can grab my stuff?” I nodded, I’d never been to the Parker’s house before, before this week I would have never imagined I would. I realized I was also feeling prideful for having been befriended by the most popular guy in our school, oh this is so confusing. They had a nice house; I know his parents were well off but they didn’t show it off like a lot of people did with their money. Sammy’s room was amazing, he shared it with his brothers and each of them had a bed with a mural behind it. John’s was football of course, everyone knew Johnny Football, Eli’s was soccer themed, and Sammy had a hug Lion King mural behind his. “You like Lion King?” I asked, pointing at the wall. He nodded, “Just can’t wait to be king,” he said with a wink, so I looked away quickly. They had his own fridge in his room full of Red Bulls, a nice 70-inch tv on a wall with three different game systems set up! It was amazing, I’d never seen anyone have such a cool place. As I checked out their room he took his clothes off, and before I knew it he was naked, looking through his dresser for a new outfit. Gods I couldn’t look away. He was so built, where I was toned, he had muscle mass from baseball that was just so sexy… I didn’t say that. “Sorry,” he said sitting down on his bed, “I just have to change when I get home, or I go nuts.” I just stared the perfection that was his body and was just stunned that he had such a big dick. Thing, I meant thing. “I-it’s ok…” I stammered, looking away. I heard him chuckle and get up as he started to dress. He shoved some clothes into a backpack and told me to wait here while he went and got the Pepsi. My eyes went to the underwear he had just taken off, lying on the ground… God no. I looked around paranoid, making sure no one was here. I reached down and picked it up, another look…why was I doing this? I sniffed them and Sammy’s scent filled my head…oh my god! I think I might have moaned a little and lost track of time until I heard Sammy’s footsteps coming upstairs. In a panic, I shoved them into my pocket. “I got everything,” he said holding a plastic bag filled with cans, “You ready?” I nodded, “Yeah, yeah, ready.” God, did he know? Could he tell? He cocked his head and smiled, “You ok?” My head nodded like a bubblehead. He chuckled, “Ok, let’s head out.” We walked to my house; all I could feel was the underwear in my pocket weighing me down like a ship’s anchor. I expected him to turn around and say, “Caught you!” at any second, but he just talked about how he was looking forward to tryouts and how he had been reading up on this and that… Why did I take his underwear? Why did I sniff them? Why did I want more? “You sure you ok dude?” I nodded, “Just want to get in the water,” I lied…god when did I start lying so much? He smiled that thousand-watt smile, “Yeah me too.” We dropped his stuff off and headed to the pool, he stripped his clothes in a flash as always, he had no shame with being nude, something I envied and had to admit enjoyed seeing…as sinful as it was. I changed quickly, trying to cover my parts out of habit, pretty sure there was nothing on me he wanted to see. Sammy could get any girl he wanted, he seemed oblivious to it but everywhere he went heads turned, and as I was beginning to understand, not all of them were female. He jumped into the water and came up for air, every muscle on his body glowing with definition. His eight-pack was just insane, with the speedo I could see the last part of his tan line from summer, though it was fading fast. As always, his bulge filled the nylon entirely, leaning to the left. He was completely soft and yet it looked larger than most guys hard as a rock. I looked away quickly. We spent the rest of the afternoon practicing, he was good, really good. It was obvious he was an athlete, not just from his physique but from the way he picked up the new sport. It had been a little more than a week and he was already better than a couple of guys on the team who had been playing for a year or more. When it got dark, we went inside, I let him use my shower first to rinse off, which gave me time to stash his underwear between my mattresses, so they won’t be found. He came out wet, white towel wrapped around his slim waist, looking like a model! “I left you some hot water,” he said with a grin. I just nodded and ran into the bathroom before I started drooling. My thing wouldn’t go down the whole shower, the image of him naked was burned into my mind like looking at the sun and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I refused to touch myself, I had to fight the urge, I was better than this…I prayed under the water and then got out and dried off. I walked out and almost lost it. Sammy was on my bed, only in his boxer briefs, looking at something on his phone. It was something out of a dream, the bulge in his shorts was obscene, he was completely unaware of just how insanely hot he was. He realized I was looking and he glanced up at me and smiled, “Sorry, got a text.” I shook my head and looked away, “It’s cool,” I said grabbing some clothes, “You hungry?” “For food?” he asked. I looked over at him, not sure what he was talking about. He laughed, “Yeah starving!” “Um, you might want to put clothes on.” He laughed, “Shit, sorry, am used to just wearing this at home.” He pulled some jeans on and a t-shirt as I tried not to imagine him walking around his house in just underwear… We went downstairs where my dad was putting down plates for the pizza, he had ordered us. Sammy was the first person I had ever asked to spend the night, so he said we were going all out. He saw us come down and smiled, “Hey guys, hope you’re hungry!” I looked over at Sammy who was just staring at my dad with an odd look, “Famished sir,” he said finally. I didn’t think much of it as we began to eat. Sammy spent most of dinner chatting up my dad, asking him a million questions about his gym and everything. Like everyone else in the world, my dad was quickly taken in by his charm and was talking with him like they were old friends. When the pizza was done we headed back to my room, dad told us he was crashing early cause he had an early morning Crossfit class so if we could keep it down. “Your dad is a cool guy,” he said once we were alone, “He looks super young to have two kids.” “Yeah, my mom and him got married senior year…” my voice trailed off, I didn’t like talking about my mom much. He came over and put an arm around my shoulder, “It’s cool man, I get it.” It was such a kind gesture, and he was so close to me…I felt my body react… “So, what do you want to do?” I asked standing up quickly. “You still hungry?” he asked with a smile. I shrugged, “Kinda.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a Tupperware case and opened it, inside were some chocolate brownies. “Whoa,” I said, “Where did you get those?” “You know the guys down the street, the rugby guys?” I nodded. “They made a bunch of these for a fundraiser and gave me some, here try one.” They looked amazing, I took one and bit into it. It had a funky taste but was super good. “What is that?” I asked about the taste. He bit into his, “Oh they make it all organic and shit, for health.” I nodded and finished mine, he handed me another and I took it gratefully. During the season I didn’t eat many sweets, so off-season I had a wicked sweet tooth. I devoured the second one while Sammy was on his first one. He had a ring of chocolate around his mouth, and I had the strongest urge to lean over and lick it clean… “Um, wow…” I said feeling a little dizzy, “Sugar rush…” He laughed, “I know right? Here…” he handed me one of the Pepsis and I downed it, not caring about sugar at all. After the brownies were gone and many drinks had we laid on my bed, looking up at my ceiling. I had never felt so happy before in my life. He rolled over and looked at me, “So, we gonna do it?” I looked over at him and was struck at how insanely good-looking he was, “I’ll do anything,” slipped out of my mouth before I could stop. He jumped up, “Sweet! You wanna go first?” I sat up much slower, “Huh?” He pulled a few things out of his bag and held up a razor, “You want me to shave you first?” My eyes got wide, “Shave?” why was I so confused? He nodded, “You said we would have to shave before tryouts, so I brought the stuff. You want to shave me first?” The thought of Sammy, naked, on my bed as I applied lotion… “NO!” I snapped. “Ok, you go first,” he said, “I’ll grab a towel.” He got up and went into the bathroom as I sat there, what did I just agree to? He came back out and laid out a towel on my bed, “Come on, get undressed.” I nodded and stood up, screaming at myself that this was a mistake, but what could I do? If I said no it would be weird and he’d ask questions… I took my shirt off and then stepped out of my sweats and moved to the bed. “Whoa,” he said, “Take the underwear off or they’re gonna get wrecked. It’s cool man, we’re both guys.” I slipped my underwear off thinking, that was exactly what I was afraid of. I laid face down on the bed and prayed to God to give me control… I felt him get on the bed and closed my eyes. He started on my calves, covering them with shaving cream and then taking the razor slowly down my muscles. For some reason the feeling was incredible, and I had to stop myself from squirming…why was everything funny all of a sudden? It was like my head was just floating above my body… He moved to the other calf, and I was so relaxed… “Not bad,” he said as he worked, “You’ve shaved recently huh?” I nodded, “Habit.” He finished quickly and then moved up to my thighs, I felt the cream and sighed, god that felt good… Once he was done with that he said, “Ok spread your legs some.” I did as he said, almost falling asleep. His hands moved over my ass and I almost began to purr before I realized what he was doing, “Wha?” I asked. He chuckled, “Dude, your ass is hairy as shit, hold still.” “But…” I tried to focus, “Don’t need that for swimming…” “I know man, but seriously. You should see it; you need some work.” I wanted to protest but his hands felt so good and then he started to shave, and I just laid there and let him. “You have a great ass,” he said softly as he worked, “Just need to show it off some…” “Thanks…” I answered in a daze…my thing was rock hard now…oh god! He spread my cheeks and shaved up the crack and I felt my hips raise a little as I bit my bottom lip from moaning. He really got in there and the whole time I felt my thing leaking under me… He stopped and slapped a cheek, “Ok turn over.” “WHAT?” I almost screamed. He laughed, “Dude shhh…you’ll wake your dad. Turn over so I can do the other side.” “Um…” I stammered, “It’s cool…” “Dude come on, turn over so I can finish.” “But…I mean…” He grabbed my hips and turned me over, “Stop stalling…” I flipped over and my dick slapped up against my abs…I was horrified. I waited for him to say something, but instead, I felt him put shaving cream on the front of my calves and start to shave. I just laid there, eyes clenched shut, horrified I was sporting wood like this. But as he worked it just got worse, he moved up my thighs and my bottom lip was numb from biting it. He moved between my thighs and spread them and worked up the side slowly, making my whole body shake. Then he moved his thighs under mine and lifted my hips up… And then he grabbed my balls! My head shot up as he covered them with cream, “What are you doing?” He paused and looked up, “Your balls are as bad as your ass, what’s up man? You guys don’t do this on the swim team?” I shook my head violently. He shrugged, “The baseball team does all the time, no way to do this by yourself.” He said going back to my balls. I groaned as he covered my sac and then grabbed the razor, “Don’t move…” I heard myself whimper as the blade moved up my balls, oh my god it felt so fucking good! Why did it feel so good? He deftly shaved it, moving each ball out of the way as he worked, then he moved down, lifting my legs up, and began to shave my taint. “Oh…” I gasped… “Almost…” he said, running the blade up a strip of flesh no one had ever touched before… I opened my eyes and saw my legs spread over my legs, Sammy Parker between them…lord this felt so right… He finished and my legs wrapped around his waist as he scooted up, “Last part…” He grabbed my dick and my hips moved up as I moaned, he pulled it down some and put cream on my pubes. He held my dick still as he shaved me; I could feel myself leaking into his palm, but he said nothing. I was quivering as he worked, resisting the urge to push my cock up into his hand, making him jerk me off… Oh god, I was sinning! “And done!” he said letting my thing go. I collapsed back onto the bed, out of breath, “Ok turn over and let me put some lotion on.” I rolled over in a daze, so close to cumming that it wasn’t funny. Once I was settled, he began to spread baby oil up and down my legs…and man did that feel good. He moved up to my thighs and then over my ass, kneading my buns and spreading them, I felt him pour some in my crack and I swear I could feel it slip in my hole… “Shit,” he said, his hand stopping. “Huh?” I asked, barely able to raise my hand I was so relaxed. “Some hair fell…” “Where?” “I got it,” he said before I felt his finger touch my hole. “No…” gasped, feeling his fingertip touch my most private spot. “Stop moving,” he said, digging it in more, “You’re making it worse…” I felt his fingertip stretch my hole and I gripped my sheets, “Sammy…” I whined. “If it gets up in there it can get infected,” he warned me, pushing more and more…I felt my hole struggle to keep him out, but I was too turned on and too relaxed and I felt his finger push into me… My cock almost exploded! “Fuck,” he growled, wiggling it around, making my whole body shake. “Oh…oh god…” I panted, feeling him in me, making my ass feel things…bad things… He slipped his finger out and I let out a relieved sigh. “Gonna have to try something else,” he said. Before I could ask what, I felt his hands push my cheeks apart and his tongue plunged into my virgin hole with a vengeance. I arched my back as I felt my mind just snap as I felt him push into me… His tongue had to be as big as his cock as he filled my hole entirely in one push…a small squeak escaped my mouth as I felt nothing but pleasure. I never dreamed anything could feel like this as his hands gripped my waist and held me still as he probed me slowly, nudging me in a way that had to be a sin…but oh my god… As he kept digging deeper I felt more and more pleasure…my eyes rolling back into my head as I began to unravel and just surrender…I knew this was bad, was sinful but fuck me…it was so hot! I began gasping his name as I pushed back onto his face, I didn’t want to do this, I knew I shouldn’t, but my body didn’t care. As I pushed back my cock slid against my bed and I lost it as I ground back, fucking myself on his tongue without abandon. His hands were on my ass cheeks, holding them as wide as he could as I pushed back onto his tongue, feeling it slide in and out of my tiny, jock hole, each inch making me lose it more and more until I was on my knees, begging for more. “Sammy…oh god…” I said, one hand reaching back and pushing his head deeper into my hole, “Oh yeah…” I whined, “More…please…” He couldn’t answer but he dug in harder, making me shudder as I felt my cock pulse with ecstasy. I had surrendered all hope that this was just a misunderstanding, I was literally pushing back onto his face while my hand shoved his face harder into my ass. I was desperate for more…so much more… His tongue seemed impossibly long, it felt like it filled my ass entirely. Like a wet, warm cock it fucked me as I felt my cock spit out precum all over my bed…I moaned like a whore, like a common, sinful whore wanting more in me while I cried for forgiveness. His tongue slipped out of my ass, and I literally cried out as I looked behind me in shock. He got to his knees behind me and smiled, “I can get it…” and two fingers slid up my spit-soaked hole. “Oh god…” I gasped as he put one arm around my chest to keep me still as his other hand began to stab into me, his fingers fucking my wanting hole without pause. At first, it felt uncomfortable, and I was about to tell him to stop when his fingertips crooked upwards and brushed something… “FUCK!” I barked as something in my ass exploded and flashes of light danced in front of my eyes. “Your dad…” he whispered in my ear as he kept stabbing that spot, making me melt under his touch, and just like that I was pushing back onto his hand. “Yeah, that’s it,” he whispered again, “Push back, I almost got it…” I nodded, not even knowing what I was doing anymore. I pushed back onto his fingers hard, the electrical shock in my ass like a small orgasm in itself, driving me insane. “You want more?” he asked and I nodded, sweat falling from my forehead. He pulled his fingers out and now three shoved their way in and I whimpered at the immediate discomfort until he hit that spot again. “Sammy…” I moaned, slamming my hips back on his hand hard, my cock slapping my abs with each impact. “Come on Sean…harder…almost there…” “Oh…oh…” I gasped, I reached back and pulled his head closer, and I felt his lips on my neck. He lightly began to nibble on my neck and I sighed as I moved my head to give me free access. He bit my neck as he fingered me, my ass slapping back onto his hand hard, I was desperate for more…so much more… His mouth was on my ear, “You close?” I nodded. His tongue traced around the edge of my ear and then finally licked into it, another moan escaping from my mouth as all I knew was pleasure. My hips were a blur as I fucked myself on his fingers, God it wasn’t enough…I wanted more… I felt a hand grip my cock and I bit my bottom lip as he began to jerk me off. “Come on Sean…let go…” I moved my hips between his two hands, one on my ass, the other on my cock and I knew nothing but pleasure. My arms were above my head, keeping his head close as I writhed like a common slut… Just like a slut. He began to push harder with his fingers as he sped up and I knew it was over. “Sam…Sammy…” I panted, unable to actually form a word… “Almost got it!” he said as my cock throbbed once…twice… An aborted sound came out of my throat as my cock exploded as cum sprayed all over my bed. My ass clenched down on his fingers as he kept fingerfucking me, making my orgasm even harder. My whole body shook as I came again and again and again. I had never seen so much cum in my life as I pushed back onto his fingers…wanting to be fucked harder with each passing second… I stopped shaking as he held me up, he slid his fingers out of me, making me gasp. “Got it,” he said, wiping his fingers off on the towel, “Feel better?” I nodded, leaning back into his body…never feeling so happy in my life. His mouth was at my ear again, “Have fun?” I nodded again, smiling as I leaned into his face. “So my turn?” And I froze. I got up in a blur, not even caring I was naked with a dripping dick. What had I done? Oh god…this was…I had… “What?” he asked confused. I turned around and ran into my bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. I sat down against the door, trying to banish these thoughts from my head and failing… What had I done?

I got my last load about a hour ago. This short chubby 18yo to hit my up on sniffies asking if he could fuck me and if it would be ok if i wore a blindfold. I told he i would but only he fucked me bareback. He quickly agreed and i told him my address and the he can just walk in the front door and id be the in my sling just inside the door way blindfolded, lubed up and ready for him to pound his load into me. And boy did he hahaha. He stepped in the house and before i could hear the door latch he was balls deep and and thrusting hard , fast and with zero rhythm for about a minute and then a super fucking loud sound that i would describe somewhere between a moan and a screech. I stupidly asked his he was ok and just like my best friend in in college he pulled his dick out said he wasn't gay and ran out the door. Bit of an odd experience but he did blow a big load inside me so that's all that matters i guess. Hope you enjoyed reading about my last load i got. Now the hunt for a bottom to fuck begins. Oinks & Boinks Mac PS sorry I for any spelling or grammar issues

The biggest cock I’ve taken was 9 - 9.5 and it was fat. And I loved it. The guy knew it was going to be a challenge to me so we started with him on his back with his stiff cock pointing up. That way I carefully started riding his beautiful tool. Since I felt I had some control I felt relaxed and it didn’t take long before I could feel his big balls against my ass. When that happened; with his cock buried in my pussy he put me on my back and really started to fuck me. It was amazing. I came hands free. The best fuck of my life, so yes, definitely worth it.

Hey want to be pozzed by you

I keep it in as long as possible. I want the cum to become part of me

Me ex used to run to the bathroom immediately after I pulled out. He explained that he hated the feeling of liquified cum dripping out. I often tried to unload when we were pressed for time, so he had no opportunity to squeeze it out. Based on what he said, it felt like a lot more cum than there was and he thought it would leak through his pants and be visible to anyone looking at him. It never did, but I'd sometimes ask "What's that spot on your pants" if I wanted to throw him into a panic. Why no, I have no idea why I'm single 🙂

Hey dudes, It's Eric, your boy who loves takin' it raw. I just had the craziest week ever, broke my own record for loads in one week! My Dom, Master Dex, took the week off and took me to these dope spots in here in Florida - Slammers and Ramrod. First up was Slammers, where it was all about barebackin'. The place was packed, full of old dudes and tourists 'cause it's winter here, and everyone's down for some raw action and everyone assumes your on PrEP or on treatment. But then we met this dude, Miguel from Portugal, with this sick scorpion tat. Master saw it hip while he was fucking, so he talked to him and found out he's HIV+ and into gifting. Master told him my status and well let's just say poz talk with a Portuguese accent is damn hot. He fucked me three nights in a row at Slammers, and I loved every sec knowing I was full of his hot load and the look in his eyes while he was pumping my asshole. Then we hit up Ramrod, which was like, even more hardcore. It was sleazier, and wetter, but could only take some loads in the toilet. I did a lot of belly lifting and sucking off guys, it was definitely an older crowd. The big night was Saturday. Master Dex had Miguel and his bf over for dinner, and some poz sex 🙂 They're both in their fifties, both poz, but the bf's on meds. They told us about Lisbon and the clubs and backrooms there and a bit of their travels. And about Darklands!! (I so wanna go!) It was kinda hot when they were saying that Miguell was leaving a bit of his seed or strain to replicate here in the states. After, we went back to Ramrod, but this time, I was on a leash, puppy mask with a my knot butt plug keeping their cum inside me. It was like a party mix of cum in me churning while I walked and was so horned up thinking that Miguel's strain was working its way into my core. I was just wearing my cock cage, sneakers, and nipple clamps, and leash on my collar, while they were in full leather gear. Miguel's a big, hot daddy with some musky pits that drove me wild, and his bf had these smoky eyes and a juicy dick, plus a sweet furry ass that I rimmed in front of everyone at Ramrods. I didn't get fucked but I did have to suck off guys in the toilets and got pissed on. Miguel did take me into a stall toward the end of the night to pump in some more of his potent cum. Master and I slept pretty much all day Sunday and we even call that butt plug Miguel now after that super hot Portuegese gifter and Master thought it'd be a nice idea if we use that one for when I get a known toxic load in my bussy. We're definitely keeping in touch! . Stay kinky, stay raw, and remember if you're ever in the South Florida area hit me up!

Body shaming, and ageism is so awful sometimes! I love men and they cum in all shapes, sizes and ages. I live in an "older" area, a lot of retirees from the north and my Dom and Master has been really great in helping me learn to appreciate all men and we go a lot to Slammers or Ramrod where they seem to have older members and (I think) I'm really good at making guys feel sexy and also HIV knows no "type" so He's really open to who ever uses me whether it's just a quick dump or something overnight and regular because there's such a stigma still associated with HIV and even more so in the gay community when you're a gifter/chaser/collector.

My dad and uncle dedicated my soul to Stan when I was nearly six. He had to explain who Stan was and that I was a bad boy and deserved to burn in hell forever. I cried and promised to be good and with a hard backhanded slap he screamed “too fucking late!” the ritual war fairly simple, the adult men wore black robes with there cocks exposed and is was tied spread eagle to an upright pentagram. The men each in turn made a small cut into their cockhead and bled into a an evil chalice then after they had they made a much larger cut into mine and added it to theirs. They each took a drink while passing and invoking Him. Then they forced my mouth open and with a funnel poured the rest down my throat. The rest of the night was me praising Stan while they all mostly together best the shit out of me. Looking back it was amazing.

It is simply the reality

This is the story of my wife's second threesome. This happened about two months after we started dating, long before we married. Her first threesome, about two weeks before, had been a success, but the guy's cock was just average, and my wife is a complete size-queen. We decided to do another one, and put up an ad on an internet dating service. I honestly don't remember which one, but possibly adult friend finder. We got an answer from a guy named Will, a black guy, built like a running back (and he was a former CFL player), with an 8" slab of thick cut meat. At the time I was living alone in a loft apartment, and my future wife had a room-mate, so I arranged our date for friday night at 7. Zoe showed up around 6 with an overnight bag and a bottle of good rum, She was shaved (the girl is typical greek girl hairy, but she shaves aggressively), her ass was douched, her hair arranged in gorgeous ringlets. She slithered her 6'3" volleyball body into a skintight red lycra minidress, black fishnet pantyhose, and red hooker heels. Slut red lipstick rounded out the look, which was basically 'escort you cannot afford'. I mixed her a good strong rum and orange juice, to calm her nerves. She tossed it back, then nursed a second one. A glow rising on her chest and cheeks. At 7:05 the buzzer rang, and I went down to let our guest in. He looked better than his photos, actually. About six feet tall, 260, one of those guys that is solid and muscular, but doesn't really taper at the waist. His arms were big, muscular and defined, he had obviously stayed in shape after leaving football. I led him to the freight elevator that serves our lofts, cliche as fuck but still fun. It's actually been used to shoot films since I lived there. I've often regretted selling it. I ushered him in, to find my wife mixing herself a third drink, and one for each of us. We sat down in the living room, beneath the large shelf that held the bedroom on the second level. We chatted. His drawl was from Atlanta, it turned out, where he had played college football as first an end, and then a fullback. He'd spent a few years playing for the BC Lions, and chosen to stay in Canada. His citizenship had actually only been confirmed that year, and since football he had gone to UBC, graduated, and worked for one of the hospitals as a pharmacist. He was easy to get along with, and quickly my wife was touching him and flirting, teasing him. Eventually she came right out and asked us to take her up to bed, so we did. She was quite drunk, giggling when I threw her on the bed and told Will to rip the crotch of her fishnets. Of course there were no panties beneath, and Will immediately went down on her tasty cunt. He lubed his fingers and began to play with her asshole as well, quickly getting deep with two fingers, and making her grunt and cum hard within the first minutes. He kept his fingers grinding in her hole while he roughly ate her cunt, pushing deep as though smearing the walls. Years later figured out that was exactly what he was doing. I knelt at her face, alternating between fucking her throat, and allowing her to show off her skills. Soon he and I switched, I smiled as he forced her to clean and suckle her ass from his fingers. I had told him she was new to anal (She *hated* anal, until I spent an hour of our first date showing her how it was supposed to feel when the guy actually knows what he's doing!), but that she loved it, and was desperate to try DP. She was really drunk, so drunk I was wishing i'd curbed her a bit earlier, but nothing to be done now, so I lifted her long legs to my shoulders and entered her. She moaned around his thick cock, as she slurped and teased him. I made her shudder and cum. He fucked her mouth and gagged her, she clamped on my cock so hard as to pop me out. We switched, and he rolled on a rubber. She moved to all fours, a sloppy horny drunken princess, her tight dress hiked up around her hips, and pulled down from her high, firm breasts. Her mouth sought out my cock again, as Will went to enter her pussy. Problem was, with the rubber on, he wasn't staying hard. We switched again, she sucked him to rock hard and huge, rubber went on and it faded. She was so fucking desperate. Finally she looked straight at me and said, 'let him fuck me bare!' You need to understand that I had a vasectomy, she had no problem with me barebacking her, but she was NOT on the pill. I had not seen her so drunk before, but frankly the idea of this guy fucking her raw was hot, so I nodded. 'You heard the lady', I said, 'if you want to take her bare, it's her choice.' He grinned ear to ear, pulled off the rubber, and stroked it hard. I took Zoe's face in my hands and looked in her eyes 'He's going to take you now! Bare and fucking huge!' She moaned fuzzily, fucking wasted drunk, and my cock stirred realizing what I could do with this pliant little whore. She moaned and kissed me as he slid his slab into her, calling her a 'Good little slut for our hard cocks, aren't you Zoe? All drunk and whoring yourself out, aren't you Zoe? Showing your man what a nasty little bitch you are, so desperate for that big black cock you'll even let me breed you!' She moaned and came hard, mumbling to me what a slut she was, how she wanted to be our whore, that we could do what we liked...

I keep it inside for as long as possible. I love the feeling when I'm on my way home and it slowly dribbles into my shorts and between my cheeks.

I very much agree. A btm has agreed to take his tops cum once he bends over and gets penetrated. It is his responsibility to accept his tops seed and keep it as long as possible.

The words stung me back to reality. What was I doing? I stopped sucking Sam and looked up at him. He nodded, trying to encourage me. I shook my head and blushed. He smiled, I swear he had the sweetest smile I've ever seen. "Just fingers on his hole Andy." "Really?" "Yeah." "What the fuck is the point then?" Andy asked, then stormed off. Sam, of course, followed him and I was left in the room, naked, drool on my chin. I caught a glance in the wardrobe's mirror and looked away. I felt like shit. I tried not to listen as the couple argued in another room. Slowly the arguing stopped. I put my trousers on and waited to be summoned, hoping that they wouldn't be arguing because of me for too long. After some time, the door opened and Sam stepped in. He told me that this was the spare room anyway and I should spend the night. Andy had work in the morning anyway. I apologised, almost crying and Sam sat next to me, he put his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "Don't worry lad, it's a big step. Go to sleep and you can just leave in the morning." As Sam left I pretty much just lay down and went to sleep until I was stirred by a door closing. I sat bolt upright and looked around; gorgeous apartment, feeling fresh, for a brief moment everything seemed perfect. Then I remembered everything and must have audibly cringed as Sam soon entered the bedroom. "Looking good." He said. "Thanks. Look, I'm so sorry about last night." "To be honest, it was kind of ridiculous. I'm glad you're apologising, that is sweet of you. I didn't even get to cum!" I laughed. Sam leaned in and whispered that "We have all day now." and I sat naively stunned as he pulled his hardening cock out of his pyjama pants. "Now suck my fucking cock" His grip on my neck was strong so I didn't have a choice; I took the length of his poison cock into my mouth. A fact which he reminded me of over and over again as I sucked his hard dick. Now sober, I was a lot more fearful of his cock, however this worked only to turn me on more and make me suck him more eagerly. I fell to the floor and yanked his trousers off, desperately snaking my tongue around his cockhead, tasting his toxic precum. "I'm so glad you chickened out last night. Means I get your ass all to myself right now." I ignored this and kept sucking, half hoping to make him cum quickly and half wanting to see what would happen if he didn't. "I knew I wanted you as soon as I saw you dancing. Just you alone. You can be my special boy." I'm ashamed to say that this gave me butterflies in my stomach; Sam was definitely the better catch out of the two of them and to have this handsome older man want to risk his marriage to get with me had me swelling with pride. He pulled me off his cock and kissed me, we collapsed onto the bed together, a writhing, sweaty mess of lust, clamoring at each other desperately. He kissed his way down my body to my small cock, which he avoided, and kissed and slurped down to my ass. "Get me wet Daddy" As his slimy tongue pressed against my hole I moaned loudly, telling him how much I loved it. He stopped soon after and from under the bed produced a squirty bottle of lube, he covered my hole in it and then offered it to me. I perched myself on the end of the bed and applied it to his cock. Maintaining eye contact with him at all times in an effort to appear calm. In reality I was terrified. Again though, I was more turned on than I had ever been. I moved around and positioned myself for him to take me doggy style. "Tell me you want it." "I want your poz cock." "How?" "Hard." He chuckled. "How?" "Oh.. bare, raw, fuck your cum into me." He smiled and shoved his length into me in one go, I cried out in pain and lust, he ignored me and set his own pace, fast, slow, shallow, deep, he did everything he could get himself off in record time and before I had chance to enjoy the fuck, he shot his load deep inside my cunt. We panted together for a moment until he awkwardly guided me to lie on the bed, he spooned me, the whole time his cock never came out of my hole. "That was errr...." "Quick? I know. I want to load you up as many time as possible." A sinking feeling took over my stomach as I realised what I had done, I wanted to run, scream, cry, but instead I nestled myself back as he wrapped his strong arm around me and I thought about the next time he would be cumming in my hole.

Fuck she was wasted! Her mouth was a sloppy slobbering hole, and she was pushing back onto Will's cock hard. We spit roast her for a while, then switched, alternating in mouth and cunt for a while. Eventually I pushed her to her belly, and invited Will to watch as I took her asshole. He talked to her as first my fingers and then the tip of my cock rubbed her puckered hole. 'Can't believe how slutty you are Zoe, you seemed like such a nice girl, but really, you're a nasty little whore, aren't you?' She nodded eagerly, and he continued 'Now both of us are going to fuck your dirty ass, and then we're going to fill you with cum. Are you going to beg for a belly full of cum, Zoe? Are you going to beg for my load in your pretty cunt? Want me to put a little black baby in you, Zoe?' My cock could not be harder, as I slipped into her asshole, and began to pump it. she moaned as I quickly got up speed, stretching her hole for the giant cock who was next. My wife was moaning, and playing along to Will's dirty talk, calling him daddy, asking him for his sperm, begging him to save his cum for her cunt. She was also cumming hard, and repeatedly, as I pounded her asshole. I pulled out, and gestured to Will, who rummaged in his jeans and produced a small case. He handed me a small rectangular tablet, 'Here, you do this one...' I looked at him, puzzled. 'What?' Little note: When we had been setting up the date, Will had said something about some bars. I had agreed, thinking he meant to meet at a bar, but later we decided to meet at the loft straight away. Turns out I had no idea that 'bar' was slang for Xanax, and will had happily stuffed a 'bar' of it up into her asshole an hour ago. Which he thought I knew. I later came to love chem sex, and be intimately familiar with booty bumping of almost every drug imaginable, but back then... My wife moaned, and I dropped my fingers down to her asshole, and played with it, as Will and I slowly realized that I had unwittingly agreed that he should, more-or-less, roofie my future wife. Xanax having roughly the same effect. This was funny as hell, and kind of hot. She was by no means a user of drugs, a little weed was as far as she went back then. But I found the situation hot as hell, so I shrugged, and slid the bar inside her asshole, and invited Will to push it further. Quietly, I said to him, 'She has no idea she's been drugged, lets keep it that way. We can just blame it on her drinking way too much.' I shrugged 'No big deal, it's kind of funny and certainly sexy as fuck. Plus we can do whatever we want as far as I can see!' He straddled her perfect ass, and slipped the tip of his big cock inside her, shifting, he thrust in, Zoe yelped, but took him easily, and I began to talk dirty to her, telling her how his huge cock was pounding into her tiny hole, and then making her suck her ass juices from my own cock. Will pumped for a while, as my girl raved in pleasure. Busting out orgasms every few minutes, until Will grunted, thrust deep, and obviously pumped a load into her asshole. I must have looked disappointed because he was quick to assure me that he was able to cum 3 or 4 times in a night. He pulled out, and a dribble of thick white cum followed. As promised, still hard, so we moved on to DP. He lay on his back, and my wife crawled on top, other hands and knees, and then lowering herself on to his cock, so fresh and slimy from her ass. She grunted as his bare cock entered her, and he pulled her down hard to him, kissed her deeply and told her she was about to get as full as a girl could get. I knelt behind her, fit my cock to her jazz smeared sphincter, and thrust in. She moaned, and started telling us what a filthy slut she was. I could feel Will's cock moving in her, moving against me, and it was out of this world. I had DP'd a slut before this, but the other guy had remained stationary, so it hadn't really felt much different. This though, was incredible. We both began to fuck harder, and she began to yell our names, and beg for our sperm. She begged Will to cum in her cunt, reminded him she was unprotected, told him she wanted his baby. It pushed him over the edge and I could literally feel it as gouts of sperm pulsed up his cock and into her. It pushed me over the edge as well, and I filled her asshole. We pulled out, and switched, this time with me on the bottom, looking into her dazed face as we stuffed her holes. Will put a third load in her ass, and I bred her cunt like that. Afterwards, we led her downstairs, sat her in the tub, and showered her with our piss, which she slurped up and swallowed, as much as she could. Will got dressed, and left. I showered the piss off her, and dragged her to bed where I fucked her twice more, once in each hole. Two guys, 9 loads of cum in one night. The next morning she didn't remember a thing after changing into her dress. I told her she had been super nervous and got blackout drunk, that we both fucked her, but then had to quit because she was so far out of it. She was mortified, and told me she would do anything to make it up to me, and to Will. Which is what led to my soon-to-be wife's first gangbang/orgy. But that's another story.

Part 4: Paying for My Decisions Maybe this will be a warning for some of you. It's taken me a couple of days to put into words what happened, because it's so crazy! So, you probably guessed that Sean came over. And yeah, he found me face-down, ass-up on my bed. It was just a few seconds (or maybe microseconds?) after I heard the door creak over. I felt that dreaded by desired thick cock probe my hole. And then a quick and unexpected jab. Oh fuck! I screamed in surprise. I didn't expect it so hard and quick. Then, he just held it in place. Despite only spending a short time with him the first time, he knew what I liked. That hot wet tongue went straight to my ear. The pain of the jab was replaced with the hot slurping sounds of his tongue in my ear. And, it was almost a reflex, when I yelped, "I wanna get aids!" Sean went to work on my ass. Oh my god, what an onslaught! What the hell was I thinking? After a minute or so of relentless pounding, he told me to thank him for getting aids. Okay, I would have said anything then because the pleasure was beyond describable. But, I was kinda surprised how much more turned on I got when I answered , "Thank you for A ---" ... ah fuck, he pounded me harder, "A --" .. I couldn't quite get it all out because of the rampage his massive cock was having on my hole. I finally made it out, and sounded like I was hiccuping as I replied "Thank you for AIDS!" He paused for a moment and demanded, "Say it again!" I couldn't help but to reply "Thank you for AIDS!" I was rewarded with another furious dicking. And then he stopped again. "How much do you want it?" he asked me. I didn't hesitate and didn't want him to pause any longer "I want it so fucking bad!" I nearly cried. "How much?" Sean said again, not seeming satisfied with the answer. I didn't know what he wanted to say. He clarified, "How much cash do you have right now?" Uggh . why was he pausing? He must have know how much I needed it. "LIke forty dollars, I think." I managed to guess. "Good, you're gonna give that to me," Sean insisted as he put his cock back into me. "Yes!" was my only answer. Sean was growing quite satisfied and I was more than excited as he pumped his cock deep into me. "You're such a whore, you are paying for aids," Sean said triumphantly. "Yes!" I was trying not to squeal in pleasure, "I'm paying you for aids!" I was in disbelief at what I was saying, but strangely turned on. Sean knew I would say or do anything for his dick. I was completely under his control now and he knew it. And I didn't care. His strokes were now quicker and stronger, He felt impossibly deep inside me; and I could tell from his breathing he was close to coming. "Ready for more aids cum?" Sean asked. There was only one clear answer, " Fuck yes! I wanna get aids!" Within a few seconds, he pounded me nearly into unconsciousness. I felt the erupting. I knew I was getting more aids cum and my dick turned into a faucet as I felt him fill unload deep inside me. Whether it was because of shock or pure exhaustion, I passed out. When I finally awoke a few hours later, I looked to my nightstand and saw my wallet opened and turned upside down. I grabbed it and looked it. Shit, I really paid for it.

Part 3: How to Stop? It was all kinda surreal. Sean left rather quickly after he filled my ass with his aids-filled cum. I was still trying to make sense of all of the contradictory feelings I had. Reality started to seep in. I might have gotten aids. The only thing I specifically remember him saying to me was "if you want more, you know what to text me." I couldn't believe what I just did. I showered vigorously after that, and tried to wash out my hole. Despite my efforts, I saw no evidence of his cum leaving me. Fuck, he must have been deep in me? I felt that wave of panic again as i considered the thought. In a last effort to find and perhaps remove any cum, I let my soapy fingers probe my hole some more. I tried to block out the words echoing in my brain "I wanna get aids." I tried to reconcile how I could have knowingly let a guy with hiv fuck me. It made no sense! And neither did the hard-on that grew as I probed my hole. What's going on here?! Intense memories of his recent dicking danced in my head. I tried to ignore them, but my dick was suddenly at full attention. As the water was trying to wash the last bit of sweat off me, I found myself stroking my dick as my left hand was fingering my own hole. There it was again, that odd and indescribable sensation. A longing? Maybe he was just a good fuck. It didn't matter. Sean was hot. It's not wrong to jack off thinking about a good fuck. I figured I'd just rub one out and be done with it. I couldn't forget his words "I'm giving you aids" as I jacked my cock. Why was I so turned on? His message replayed over and over as tugged at my member. It was only a few seconds before my orgasm arrived, almost without warning. And, oddly enough I found myself blurting out "i wanna get aids!" even as I found myself disgusted by the thought. In the days that followed, I tried to put Sean out of my mind. But, at least once a day or night, I'd find myself thinking about him and how good it felt and how I never felt like that before. After a week, I decided things couldn't get worse. I mean I let a guy with HIV fuck me and cum in me. And not just a gentle fuck, it was a serious pounding. I couldn't imagine being anything but poz now. Why not reach out to him? And so I found the courage to text him. He didn't respond to my "hey sup?" messages or my less-inhibited "let's fuck" invitation. I then knew what he wanted to hear. It was much easier to text it than to say it: i wanna get aids. When my phone vibrated with his quick response, I nearly jumped. "when?" was Sean's response. My heart raced. Could I do this again? I took a shot of vodka. I needed to calm down and think straight. One shot became two, then three, just ten minutes later. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. What do I really want? I glanced down at my phone again. The warm Vodka-induced sensation in my chest had a calming effect, I guess you could say because it was much easier to text my reply: NOW! Despite feeling somewhat calmer, the vibration from his response still startled me a bit. "Be there in ten," Sean replied. I kinda forgot how small Lansing Michigan was until he sent me that text. The one that followed brought me a bit closer to reality, "lube your hole well. i want quick entry." I realized that I wanted to take his beautiful cock into my mouth and so I tapped back, "i can't wait to suck your dick this time." And it was then that I noticed my massive boner fighting its way up through my briefs. His response was one part disappointing and one-part exciting. "no head, I want every drop of my poz cum in ur ass, even pre-cum." Oh shit, what was I going to do?

Part 2: Hey, wanna get aids? I've had a hard time trying to explain this next part. It's all kinda messed up in my head, still. It's so irrational. But, I'll try to make it make some sense. I took up Sean on his invitation to his place. Honestly, I almost turned around a few times. I was kinda shocked that I ended up there. We made some small talk, and Sean offered me a drink. That helped calm me down some. And then he just told me I should go to his bedroom and undress and lie down on my stomach. I don't know why, but it all seemed so normal. I couldn't get his warning out of my head .. he was going to give me aids. Yet, somehow I walked back to his bedroom and was surprised that I already had a hard-on. As I lied down on his bed, the satin sheets felt amazing against my cock. For a moment, I worried I might get pre-cum on his sheets then kinda laughed to myself that I would worry about such a thing in this situation. I didn't hear him come in. I just felt a hand on the back of my thigh. When I turned my head to get a look, there was his body looking even better than his pictures. His cock seemed even bigger somehow as it bent upward. It was shiny and you could say radiant. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, and I quickly found his dick probing around my hole. I felt unexpectedly wet. Then, I realized he must have already lubed himself while I waited for him. He leaned into my ear and asked, "Why are you here?" And for some reason, I drew a blank. I didn't know what to say right away. He was prodding around my hole, and it was very distracting and arousing. And, then, I remembered why. I softly answered, "I wanna get aids." Say it again, he said and then licked the inside of my ear. "I wanna get aids" I said a little louder. That's when I felt him start to make entry. I'm a decent bottom, but he felt much thicker than I imagined. It burned for a moment, then he pulled out, and gently pushed in the tip, this time having acquired more lube. My mind raced. What was I doing?! When he spoke, I felt more at ease, oddly enough. "You're gonne get aids," he said as he dipped his thick head deeper into me. I gasped for breath. The shock of my willingness and the quick entry both startled me. I squirmed a little bit as my ass was slowly stretched and I felt his length pry into me. "Say it," Sean prompted me. I didn't hesitate this time and managed to say more loudly, "I wanna get aids." He retracted his cock a bit, and slid it in a bit deeper. "Say it again," he said. The feeling was indescribable. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. I never felt so conflicted, but never so horny either. This time, I blurted it out "I wanna get aids!" Another tongue into my ear. His tongue violated my ear just as aggressively as his cock was violating my ass. I didn't need his prompt this time. "I wanna get aids!" I announced even louder to hear it over the slurping noise in my ear. Suddenly, his gentle thrusting picked up into a steady fucking. And it felt wonderful! And .. just full. I was full of cock! When I didn't think I could feel any better, he whispered into my ear, "I'm giving you aids." The feeling was too intense. I had to close my eyes. I almost thought I would shoot cum out my eyes if I didn't. I never been more turned on. "Oh Shit!" I started yelling when he picked up his pace. I was starting to lose control. My sanity disappeared altogether. All I knew how was that I wanted Sean to give me aids. And I couldn't stop asking for it. I don't know how many times I begged for it. "I want aids!! Give me aids!!!!" At this point, it all seemed perfectly normal. He was fucking me furiously. That's not the right word. He wasn't just fucking me, he was violently attacking my hole faster and harder than I had ever felt. He was grunting as he continue to pound me and assured me "yeah .. you're getting my fucking aids in you. You love my aids cock fucking your hole don't you?" he asked at some point. I remember screaming, "fuck yes! fuck yes! give me aids! please give me aids !!!" And then I felt it. The pumping, the balls deep thrusts that hit places inside me I never know I had. "Here it comes!" he exclaimed. And then I felt the wetness, the spasms of his cock inside me. I involuntarily started to cum into the satin sheets beneath me too. As I began to orgasm, a flash of reality hit me. Mid-orgasm, I realized "I'm getting aids ..." I felt a wave of panic overcome me. He kept pounding me deeply and my ass felt squishy. I don't know how it happened, but the terror I felt was folded into my orgasm and I ended up howling "Fuck yes! want aids!!!" And then I must have cum buckets. The satin sheets underneath me felt entirely drenched. I still felt Sean inside me with occasional pumping sensations. And I didn't want him to pull out. To this day, I still don't know why I did that.