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Rick POV He is such a wonderful young man to be with. He is young, hot, handsome and beautiful. And a total slut. His pussy runs his brain. He has no idea how much his body I controlled by his hungry cunt. I have never been with a young man or any man for that matter whose ass controlled so much of their desire. I think I have awakened a monster in him and I am going to feed it and make it want more. I want him so bad. He has given me so much sexual energy that I haven't felt in a long time. I hope I knock him up soon. He doesn't know but I have a very high viral load that is strong. It has also take a toll on me as I try to keep up with his desires and stamina. I love to fuck him, own him and breed him. At the same time fucking him several times a day is testing my stamina. I have a few ideas of other ways to knock him up but will try this route first. He has no idea what's in front of him.

After leaving Jane's apartment, I felt a little uneasy at what just happened. I can't think of any moment in my life prior to meeting Rick where this would have happened. I just gave a bj to a father of a roommate of my ex-girlfriend. I went to run a few other errands including the store to pick up some groceries for the house. As I was getting some fruit and vegetables I noticed an older man looking at me. He was around 5'9" thin build. He was wearing running shorts and a tank top. I was in my running shorts again and he kept looking me up and down. He smiled when he saw that I saw him looking. I finished shopping and saw him in the parking lot. "Nice running shorts. You run a lot" he said "Thank you. Once in a while, but not often" I said "Really you are very fit. You have a nice tight body" he said looking me up and down. I could see a bulge in his shorts. "Thank you. I am more of a swimmer" I said "Oh me too. Where do you go swimming" he said "the pool at the community college" I replied "Me too. I go there once in a while. Maybe I will run into you there. That would be nice. I am Tom" he said reaching out his hand I shook his hand. He had a nice grip and held it for a few seconds longer than a normal hand shake. "I am Dan" I said "Nice to meet you Dan. I hope to see you at the pool one day. What days do you go swimming?" he asked "I don't have set days. I just go when I have free time or need to exercise" I said "I will be there tomorrow and Wednesday. I hope to see you there" he said looking me up and down. The attention made me blush and my cock a little hard which I think he noticed. "Ok maybe, thank you" I said. We both then walked to our cars. I ran one more errand and then went home. Rick was still at work. I put away the groceries and decided to jump in the pool for a swim. After swimming for about 20 minutes I ended up laying on a lounge chair under the shade. I fell asleep then woke up when I heard Rick in the backyard with me. "Hey sleep head" he said. He was in his swimsuit with a hard cock. "Fuck I love when I can see your hard cock like that in your suit. It looks so hot" I said and then reached out and started to rub his cock thru the swimsuit. He moaned. "Yeah you love Daddy's cock don't you" he said "Yes I do. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it and tasted it" I said smiling and the pull down his swimsuit and took him in my mouth. I sucked on him, licking him and worshipping his thick stick. He moaned and slowly pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged but recovered and swallowed almost his whole cock. I had become quite good in deepthroating his huge meat. I could taste the precum leaking from his cock. I sucked him for a couple more minutes. I pulled down my swimsuit and bent over. "Fuck me Daddy please. I want your sperm in me baby. Make me pregnant please" I said shaking my ass at him. He lined up and in one thrust plunged into me. I winced and yelled out. Even though I had his cum in me he is still huge and difficult to take on one slam in. He didn't relent and kept up his pace. He fucked me hard. I just moaned dropped my head down and pushed back on his cock trying to get it all in me with each thrust. He kept his pace and started to spasm and he moaned, "Here you go boy" and shot his load into me. He kept fucking me grinding me for a few more minutes. He pulled out slowly and I clinched to keep his cum in me. Some of it leaked out. I licked it up off the chair and cleaned his cock off. I stood up and we kissed deeply with his hands on my ass squeezing them. We went inside to clean up and start to make dinner. He left for his bedroom and came back in. "Bend over" he commanded I bent over right there in the kitchen. "Lick this. Its a cunt plug" he said. I was a rubber thing that looked thin at top, widened and then tapered back down. Then it had a base to it. Then he stuck it in my ass. I moaned. "This will keep my cum in you so you don't lose any and it soaks into your cunt. We want to do everything to knock you up" he said It felt funny and arousing. I started to get a hard on. He grabbed my cock. "Somebody likes that thing in his pussy" he said I nodded and kissed him. "I do. I love everything you do to me" I said. He kissed me and then slapped my ass. We went back to making dinner. The butt plug or cunt plug as he called it kept hitting my prostate. As I walked around and made dinner it kept me aroused. He noticed my cock was hard and had precum leaking. "Hmmm boy, your pussy is so sensitive isn't it. It loves the new toy" he said and grabbed the plugged and pushed it deeper and rotated it. I let out a loud moan, it felt so good. My cock throbbed and precum leaked more. He kept it up and I had to hang onto the counter. I pushed out my ass to give him more access as he worked it in my hole. He rubbed my cock a bit and precum leaked on the floor. Then he stopped instantly and walked away. I stood there breathing hard with one leg partially in the air. He stood looking at me and laughed.

I am currently working on a the chapter where Timmy finally seroconverts and joins the order. But, in the meantime I found a pic that depicts Timmy’s body pretty accurately. This boys skin is too warm (Timmy’s skin is white, with no warm undertones) but his ass is very, very like this twinks.

Just bottomed Anon again for this guy I've never seen. He ate me out and tongue fucked me, fingered me and then pushed his bare cock in and fucked me until he shot his load inside me.

Alex gripped the steering wheel of his beat-up sedan, the engine humming steadily along the dusty backroad in rural Oregon. At 18, fresh out of high school, he was on a solo road trip to clear his head—away from his overbearing parents and the small-town boredom. Barely five-foot-four and slender as a reed, with messy brown hair and wide, trusting blue eyes, Alex looked younger than his years. He wore a simple t-shirt and shorts, his smooth legs kicking idly as he drove, radio playing some upbeat pop tune. Up ahead, thumb out by a faded signpost, stood a hulking figure. The guy was massive—over six-foot-five, broad-shouldered, with a wild beard streaked in grime and clothes that hung off his frame like rags: a threadbare flannel shirt unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest, ripped jeans clinging to tree-trunk thighs, and scuffed boots caked in mud. His face was weathered, eyes sharp under bushy brows, a smirk playing on cracked lips. Alex slowed, heart thumping a bit—he'd never picked up a hitchhiker before, but the man looked harmless enough, waving cheerfully. 'Hey, kid! Goin' west?' the stranger called as Alex rolled down the window. His voice was gravelly, laced with a faint Southern drawl. 'Uh, yeah, toward Portland,' Alex replied, biting his lip. 'You need a ride?' The man chuckled, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat, his bulk making the car dip. Up close, he reeked of sweat, campfire smoke, and something earthier—like unwashed skin after days on the road. 'Name's Rex. Appreciate it, buddy. Been walkin' since dawn. You got a kind face.' He extended a massive, callused hand, engulfing Alex's in a firm shake. Alex flushed, starting the car again. 'I'm Alex. No problem. It's a long drive alone.' They chatted lightly—Rex spinning tales of odd jobs and wandering adventures, making Alex laugh with exaggerated stories. The hobo's presence filled the space, his knee brushing Alex's thigh accidentally at first, then lingering. Alex shifted, uncomfortable but polite, not wanting to seem rude. An hour in, Rex scratched at his armpit, wincing. 'Damn, I must stink like a skunk. Haven't had a proper wash in weeks. You mind if we swing by my place? It's just off this exit—got a little shack in the woods. I could use a shower bad, and hell, you look like you could too after this heat.' Alex hesitated, glancing at the clock. It was getting late, and the road was empty. 'Your place? I thought you were hitching...' Rex grinned, all teeth. 'Yeah, I'm between spots, but I keep a crash pad nearby. Nothin' fancy, but there's water and soap. Come on, kid—be a pal. I'll even throw in some cold beers from the fridge.' His eyes twinkled with feigned innocence, but there was a predatory glint Alex missed in his naivety. Against his better judgment, Alex nodded. 'Okay, sure. Why not?' They veered off the highway onto a rutted dirt path, trees closing in like walls. Rex's 'shack' emerged—a dilapidated cabin, roof sagging, windows boarded, surrounded by overgrown weeds. It smelled of damp wood and neglect inside, a single room with a lumpy mattress, a wood stove, and a tiny bathroom tacked on. 'Home sweet home,' Rex boomed, kicking off his boots. 'Shower's through there. You go first, Alex—I'll grab those beers.' Grateful for the courtesy, Alex stripped down in the cramped space, the water sputtering cold at first, then warming. He soaped up quickly, rinsing the road dust from his lithe body, his small cock and balls dangling innocently between pale thighs. Toweling off, he wrapped it around his waist, emerging to find Rex lounging on the mattress, shirtless, a can in hand. 'Here ya go,' Rex said, tossing him a beer. His eyes raked over Alex's slim frame, lingering on the towel's bulge. They clinked cans, Rex downing his in gulps while Alex sipped nervously. The hobo's chest heaved with each breath, dark hair matting down to a treasure trail disappearing into his jeans, which strained against an obvious, massive outline snaking down his leg. Conversation flowed easy at first, but Rex steered it personal—asking about Alex's life, if he'd ever been with anyone. The beer warmed Alex's cheeks, loosening his tongue. 'Nah, not really. I'm... kinda shy.' Rex nodded sympathetically, scooting closer on the mattress, his thigh pressing against Alex's bare one. Before Alex could react, Rex's hand clamped on his shoulder, the other yanking the towel away. 'Shy, huh? Let's fix that.' Alex yelped, scrambling back, but Rex was on him like a freight train—pinning the boy face-down with one arm, the weight crushing his ribs. 'What—stop! Let me go!' Alex gasped, kicking futilely. Rex laughed low, grinding his hips down. Alex felt the monster in those jeans—thick as a wrist, at least ten inches soft, now hardening into a battering ram against his ass. 'Picked you up fair and square, kid. Time to pay the toll.' He ripped open his fly, freeing the beast: a veiny, uncut colossus, purple head oozing precum, balls heavy and low like pendulums. The stench hit Alex—musky, rank from days without washing, foreskin packed with smegma. 'No, please—I'm not gay!' Alex begged, tears springing up as Rex spat on his hand, smearing it roughly between the boy's cheeks. His virgin hole clenched in terror, pink and untouched. Rex ignored the pleas, lining up the fat cockhead and shoving forward. The ring resisted, then tore with a wet pop, Alex's scream ripping through the cabin as inches invaded his guts. 'Fuuuck, tight as a nun,' Rex groaned, hips snapping to bury half his length. Blood trickled immediately, the dry friction shredding delicate tissues. Alex clawed at the mattress, body arching in agony, but Rex pinned his wrists above his head with one massive paw, the other fisting his hair to yank his face up. 'Scream all you want—ain't nobody hearin' out here.' He thrust deeper, the full girth stretching Alex impossibly wide, balls slapping against the boy's taint with each brutal pump. The hobo's sweat dripped onto Alex's back, mixing with the blood seeping from his ruined entrance. Rex fucked like an animal, grunting with effort, his beard scraping the kid's neck as he bit down hard, drawing coppery beads. Alex's insides burned, feeling like they were splitting—prostate mashed, rectum ballooning around the invasion. Rex flipped him onto his back midway, folding Alex's legs to his chest, exposing the obscene sight: his hole gaping around the pistoning shaft, frothy red lube coating the veiny length. 'Look at that pussy open up,' Rex taunted, slamming home to hilt, cockhead battering Alex's depths. The boy sobbed, cock flopping limp on his belly, untouched and shriveled from pain. Rex leaned in, forcing a sloppy kiss, tongue shoving into Alex's mouth, tasting of beer and decay. Pace quickening, Rex's balls tightened, the giant cock swelling thicker. 'Gonna fill you, boy. Breed that cherry hole.' Alex shook his head wildly. 'No—pull out! Condom!' But Rex just laughed, choking him lightly with one hand, the other pinching his nipples raw. With a bellow, he erupted—hot jets of cum blasting deep, flooding Alex's bowels. Rope after rope, the load voluminous, some backflowing out around the seal, mixing with blood into a creamy pink mess. Rex kept pumping through his orgasm, churning the seed until it frothed. 'That's my gift to ya,' he panted, pulling out with a suction pop. Alex's hole winked open, a cavern leaking steadily—cum bubbling out, tinged red. But Rex wasn't done. He straddled the boy's chest, the spent cock—still semi-hard and slick—hovering over his face. 'Clean it.' When Alex turned away, Rex slapped him hard, then forced the head past his lips, gagging him on the bitter cocktail of ass, blood, and semen. Alex retched, but Rex face-fucked him shallowly, wiping the mess on his tongue. 'Good boy. Now, about that pozzin'—I'm HIV positive, kid. Been fuckin' raw for years. You just got a nice, fresh dose pumpin' through your veins.' Alex's eyes widened in horror, choking on the words, but Rex just grinned, stroking himself back to full mast. 'Don't worry, you'll learn to love it. Round two starts now.' He flipped Alex onto his stomach again, mounting him without pause. The second rape was rougher, the cum-lubed hole yielding easier but still tearing afresh with the renewed assault. Rex hammered relentlessly, balls smacking wetly, his weight crushing Alex into the mattress. The boy whimpered, body going limp from shock, feeling the hot load sloshing inside as Rex added more—another creampie, sealing the infection deeper. Hours passed in the dim cabin, Rex using every position: bending Alex over the rickety table, legs spread wide as he reamed from behind; hoisting him against the wall, impaling him mid-air while biting his shoulders bloody; even sitting on the mattress, bouncing the limp boy on his lap like a ragdoll, gravity forcing the cock deeper with each drop. Cum leaked in rivers down Alex's thighs, his hole swollen and prolapsed slightly, a red, puffy ring everted from the abuse. By dawn, Rex had unloaded four times, each spurt a viral payload. Alex lay curled on the floor, shivering, his ass a throbbing ruin—bruised purple, leaking endlessly, abdomen cramping from the invasion. Rex zipped up, tossing a stained blanket over him. 'You can crash here till you sober up. But you're mine now, kid. Drive me wherever after.' Alex sobbed quietly, the weight of violation and infection sinking in, his naive world shattered in one brutal night.

Continued: Watching from the second floor all that was taking place below, after the whiskey I needed to pee so I went into the restroom. Entering the door there was a trough with a toilet to the side. There was a thirty something dude peeing as I made my way to the trough, placing my drink on the rail above the trough. With my shirt off, in jeans and boots I pulled out my dick to pee. As I started I looked down to my left and noticed the huge tool on the dude next to me. He looked directly at me and smiled. After finishing he shook his cock then slowly began to stroke it. My cock began to grow in my hand and he maneuvered into the corner. Feeling uninhibited, I followed him into the corner, got down on my knees and began to suck his cock. The smell of his crotch and the taste of his cock kept me hard. As I was devouring his meat, men came and went, looking over and smiling. He said that he was about to cum so I reached and grabbed my whiskey glass and as he came, he shot a massive load into the glass. Still hard I put by dick into my pants, stood up and walked back to the patio where my uncle was still talking with the other men. I walked over, raised my glass, said “cheers” and slowly began sip the cum, little by little, from the glass. The dudes asked where I got the cum and I pointed to the man now on the other side of the patio. He nodded to the group, I raised the glass, and took another swig of cum. When the dude turned back to his group I noticed a scorpion on his back. By now my uncle had moved once more behind me and was grinding his cock into the back of my jeans. I left my buttom open so that the men across from me could see my treasure trail and the top of my throbbing cock. As I was slurping up the last of the cum, the two men leaned over and asked if they could get me a refill. I said sure, but this time over ice. They grabbed the glass and exited for the restroom. A couple of new guys came over and said hi. We began to flirt with them as the two returned with a rock glass filled with ice with cum coating the ice cubes. They handed to me, I swirled the glass, then licked a few of the cubes. Letting the warmth of the cum begin to dissolve the ice. Like a fine whiskey, I took the glass to my nose and sniffed the sweet smell. The half clad men on the patio of the leather bar were watching this all with delight. Because of the lifting for football and running, my 6’ 190lb frame with developed chest made for good tweaks by the men. They liked what they saw as a young pig in the making. In a voice easily heard by those around us, my uncle told the others that we needed to get over to the bathhouse. This turned a few heads as the dudes across from us said that they would see us there in a little bit

With everyone on PreP these days (or good HIV drugs), being a bug chaser is pretty much a thing of the past anymore. It might be a hot idea, but getting knocked up is nigh on impossible. Or so I thought. So, I basically came of age well after the AIDS crisis (I was born in 1985), but slightly before PreP was available. So I still had all the AIDS fear and proper condom use education and rapid HIV testing and monogamy and such built into my sexual existence. I also was a late bloomer and was denying my sexuality for quite some time, so I didn’t start gay stuff until I was in my 20’s. My doc gave me a prescription for PreP when I turned 30, and I admit I took it for a few years. You know, to be a ‘good boy’. But in the semi-rural midwestern town where I live and the lack of sex I was getting, well… it just didn’t seem worth it. So I stopped taking it. And when my doc would ask, I’d lie and say I’d been basically celibate. Which I sorta had. I had a couple of semi-regulars, and they were all Prepped and Doxy’d to the hilt. So according to all the labwork, I was behaving myself and not being needlessly risky. Even though I fantasized about being risky. Like all the time. It made me slightly sick to my stomach to admit, but the bug chasing stuff really turned me on. It started small, as it always does. I accidently stumbled across some bareback porn online that featured a poz top and a neg bottom. I watched it- simultaneously horrified and aroused. And horrified AT my arousal. But then, as with all kinks, I kept searching out more pozzing porn, especially stealthing. And then the conversion stories. And the more I saw and read, the more I was turned on. So much so that it became all I would jack off to. I was borderline obsessed. I even thought about going to a big city like Chicago or New York and deliberately searching for a poz guy to fuck me raw. But I invariably always chickened out. Instead I stuck with my regulars and my rich, albeit perverted, fantasy life. Well, all that changed on my cruise. So, this is going to feel like it was all fated to happen, but I won a cruise. Yup, it was one of those fund-raising raffles that I got hit up to participate in at work. Yet another churchy raffle with mostly janky prizes. When Karen came around the office hawking the tickets, I dutifully chucked in my five bucks for one to get her off my back and promptly forgot all about it. Until I was contacted a couple months later and told I’d actually won the 5-day Caribbean cruise. Well I’ll be fucked—quite literally, as it turns out. Now, I rarely take vacations, it’s usually to go camping and explore a national park or something. Never once have I ever said “I’d like to go on a cruise” except maybe to Alaska. But I really don’t like the idea of being trapped on a floating casino-buffet with old people. Or children. Or both. But heck, this was free and I figured why the hell not? So I put in for the time off, and planned for my first cruise ship experience to sort of celebrate my 40thbirthday. The free cruise was pretty much as I expected. Small room. Not the fanciest boat in the fleet. Not super exciting ports of call. Families and older people abounded. About what you would expect from a donated church raffle prize. The only bonus was a cute Steward in my cabin area. Built. Cuban. Probably somewhere in his mid 20’s. Swarthy with a bit of an edge. Like a naughty, sexy edge that he exuded—I believe the younger folk call it ‘big dick energy’. And definitely gay. My eye contact with him as I boarded tipped him off as to which way I swung, I think. Or maybe it was the way my eyes lingered over the crotch of his very snug, very revealing trousers. But then again, these cruise workers are always hustling and working angles. And they seem to be very adept at spotting ‘fellow travelers’. Anyway, when I was getting situated the first day he introduced himself as Diego and offered to be of assistance for anything I needed. “Anything?” I asked, with a smirk. “Oh yes. I am here to help make this a good experience for you.” He replied, measuredly without breaking eye contact. “Well, I’ve never been on a cruise before so I’m a bit lost on what to do. Perhaps you could swing by my cabin and fill me in when you get off?” I say with every bit of ham-fisted double-entendre I can muster. He smiled. “I’ll come by at 8.” And then he was off. I wandered the ship and generally busied myself for several hours, before heading back to my cabin to get ready. And precisely at 8 pm, there was a light knock on my door. I answered, and he looked around furtively before ducking inside and closing the door quickly. “It is frowned upon to fraternize with the passengers,” he tells me. “I have to be careful.” “It’ll be our secret,” I assure him as I got on my knees. I unzipped his pants, which were even more snug with his erection, and pulled out a gorgeous, thick piece of uncut meat. It was hefty and girthy, with loose skin mostly covering the head. I immediately got to work tonguing and working his foreskin- much to his delight. In between me sucking him, we each got naked, until he was standing in front of me in all his glory. Which is when I saw the tattoo on his ass cheek. A small biohazard symbol. My dick jumped. This was my chance! I’d never been with a poz guy before and my stomach instantly churned with butterflies. “I see your poz,” I say looking up at him hopefully. He nodded. “I am, but I am healthy and undetectable.” I frowned, which he must have seen. His dick started to soften. “If it’s a problem, I can leave,” he said matter of factly. “Oh, no. It’s definitely not a problem. In fact… it’s kind of a… a turn on?” I whispered. “I just sorta wish you were POZ poz, you know?” “Oh really?” he asked, and there was that naughy sexy glint in his eyes. And his dick instantly got to fully mast in front of me, while a string of precum oozed from the tip. I lapped up the glistening drop and looked up at him again, smacking my lips. “Yeah, I’m turning 40 in a few days and was really hoping I’d be pregnant by now.” I was finally doing it. Living my fantasy and dirty talking like in the videos I’d seen. My dick was so rock hard. “Hmmm. Well, how about I work to knock you up then?” And then we got to fucking. Let me just say, Diego was a great fuck. I’d been taking the same three or so dicks for the past several years, so getting some strange was just what the doctor ordered- so to speak. He was much bigger than my midwestern fuck buds, as he was at least 7.5 inches. And thick! His cock was a solid tube of flesh from tip to root, probably about like that of a can of Red Bull. And he fucked like a bull. More than once, he clamped a hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet because the cabins had very thin walls. He fucked me on my back on the bed, my legs tucked around his muscular arms. He leaned forward and made out with me while his hips snapped in a steady latin beat. He fucked me for a solid half hour before suddenly increasing his tempo. “I’m getting close,” he ground out. “Fuck yeah, don’t pull out,” I growled. “You want it? You want a little poz Niño in you?” “Fuck yes! Charge me!” And the next thing I knew, I was feeling his cock throbbing inside me. And just the knowledge that he was HIV positive and cumming inside me pushed me over the edge. I started cumming no-handed, ropes of my jizz landing all over my chest and belly. “Yeah, milk my cock,” he admonished me. “Get every drop of that poz load, you fucking cumslut.” I did as I was commanded and used my ass to massage out every bit of his load. Eventually he softened and his cock slithered out of my well-spunked ass with a wet plop. He flopped down on the bed next to me. “Holy shit,” I managed to say eventually when my head stopped spinning. “That was two firsts for me.” “Really?” he asked. “What?” “Well, I’ve never cum without touching myself before, for one,” I tell him. “And two- I’ve never let an HIV positive man cum inside me before.” “Never?” he asked again. “Nope. You’re the first.” “Well, I’m honored,” he said patting my belly. “But really, you don’t have anything to worry about. I know this was a nice fantasy for you, but I am truly undetectable. The risk to you is basically non-existent. Especially if you are on PreP.” “I’m not on PreP,” I confide. “Well, you should still be fine,” he smiled. I turned and looked at him. “But… but what if I was serious about getting pregnant?” “You really want to catch HIV?” he asked incredulously. “It’s something I can’t stop fantasizing about. And honestly? I don’t know if I really want it, but the idea of it turns me on so damn much. It’s like I’m being drawn to it- like a moth to a flame. I know it’s going to happen, it’s just a matter of when.” “But it really changes your life,” he explains. “The meds. The doctor visits. The health concerns. The possible side effects. Dating. It’s much better to be safe and healthy. And there are so many options to help you do that now- all while allowing you to still have fun, incredible, bareback sex.” “I know,” I say dejectedly. “And I don’t know why I’m this way. But I’m single and 40 and I’m tired of being a good boy. I want to be reckless for once! You saw the way just the idea of your poz seed made me shoot my load. I can’t imagine how mind blowing it would be to have a real poz guy breed me. Like a truly toxic poz guy. I bet I’d lose my fucking mind.” He nodded thoughtfully and got quiet as we lay there. Eventually he spoke. “Is this really something you want?” “Oh yeah,” I replied without hesitation. “Well, let me think about it. I might have a way—no promises though. Okay?” “Deal. If you can make it happen… wow. That would be awesome!” He got dressed and had me check if the coast was clear before he snuck back out of my room. “I’ll be in touch,” he said, as he strolled quickly down the corridor. Although I didn’t know what Diego was thinking, I was already anxious with anticipation. So much so that I could hardly keep a different thought in my head. I woke up excited (and still full of Diego’s seed) as my mind ran down different avenues of what it might be like to actually take a poz cock. I had to keep doing laps of the ship and reading by the pool and exercising in the gym, just to try to keep myself distracted the whole day. Later that evening, I was startled by a soft knock at my cabin door. I answered and it was Diego. He breezed inside and closed the door. “Okay, so are you really serious about what we talked about last night?” he asked. “You haven’t changed your mind?” “No, I’m still very serious. I want it.” Diego nodded. “Ok, so do you have $300 in cash on you?” “Yeah, I brought cash and have that much. Why?” “So… I put out some feelers and there are a couple of guys who are down to give you what you want. Haitian brothers. Both poz- not on meds. They can’t afford them.” My stomach instantly knotted up with desire and nervousness. “Really?” I asked quietly. “Yeah. They’re both basically straight, but really need the money.” “Oh my god, so this could really happen huh?” “If you want it to—yes.” “I do! So, how do we do this? How does this work?” I ask feverishly. “Okay. So tomorrow we port at Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic. The brothers are working there and have a place on the outskirts of town. Now, I’m warning you—it’s pretty rough. This is not ‘tourist Dominican Republic’. This is the real shit.” “Oh… ok,” I say. “Um, I want to get pozzed, not murdered.” My nerves were kicking into high gear. “Now, I have a guy that I work with for various things in Puerto Plata. He’s going to drive you there and hang out and wait to make sure you’re ok. But still, I just wanted to be up front with you about the scene and what to expect. Still interested?” “Okay. I mean, yeah. I want to do this. I’m nervous and stuff, but also excited? Do you know anything about the brothers? Any details?” “All I know is that they work various jobs in the port, mostly the docks. One is like 21 and the other is later 20’s. That’s basically all I know. Other than they’re definitely HIV positive.” “And the chaperone/driver guy… does he know, um, what’s going to be going down?” “Probably. And he’s an older gay guy. Name’s Emilio. I kinda think of him as my gay grandfather. He’s cool, and I trust him like family. He’ll take care of you and make sure you come back in one piece. Just don’t bring any jewelry or your wallet. Just the 300.” “Okay then. Last question- so how do I meet up with Emilio?” “Meet me when we dock tomorrow, and I’ll hook you up with him.” And then Diego was off again. And I plopped down on the bed to think. My head was literally buzzing. Was this really going to happen? And the scene already had me rock hard. I often fantasized about getting pozzed up in a dirty bath house or a back alley. Or a seedy sex party. Or even raped. This was going to be something along those lines, I could tell. I mean, at the very least it was going to provide me with a good story. I mean, straight brothers going gay for pay and knocking me up on a Caribbean island? I mean, fictional porn writers couldn’t come up with a story this good! Needless to say, I barely slept. My mind was racing and I was so excited. And very nervous. And truth be told, more than a little scared. I mean, this was definitely out of the comfort zone for this middle age midwestern white man let me tell you. I didn’t eat any breakfast and I made sure I cleaned out VERY well in preparation. By the time the ship was docking, my skin was basically vibrating off by body and I had to keep pacing just to give myself something to do. When it was time to disembark, I packed up a cheap, gift shop fanny pack with the $300 in cash, a small bottle of swiss navy lube, and a bottle of poppers. That’s it. And I dressed in ratty shorts and a t shirt and sneakers—typical tourist attire. I met Diego at the gangway and he said, “You sure about this?” I nodded. “I just wanted to check one last time. Make sure you find me and check in when you are back. I’m going to want details. Nasty, nasty details.” He grinned devilishly. Then he walked me to where Emilio was waiting. Diego introduced us and I liked Emilio immediately. He was a handsome, dark Dominican older man with a kindly smile, silvery hair, and a strong handshake. He promised Diego he’d take good care of me. I hopped in the back seat of Emilo’s Honda and then we were off. I was chatty on the drive, mostly to keep my nerves in check. I peppered him with generic island questions and then asked how he knew Diego. He told me that Diego had approached him several years ago to take a couple on a driving tour, and ever since then they’d worked together for their mutually benefit. Without getting into too much detail, I gathered that Emilio was a man who had connections and could get things that Diego might need. And Diego could throw work Emilio’s way. Win win. I also asked if he knew where we were going. “Oh, I know where the place is that we are going, but I’ve never specifically been there. This is definitely a different sort of… tour… than I normally do. But I don’t mind.” He looked in the rearview mirror and winked. Before I knew it, we were outside the port and on a dirt road in the surrounding hillside. And then suddenly we were parking in front of a… well, for lack of a better term it was basically a shack. It was corrugated metal and some two by fours along with various bits of junk. Rusted. Dilapidated. And my stomach butterflies jumped into high gear again. Emilio turned to me and said, “Let me go first. I will make sure they are there and then I will come to get you, ok? Now, give me the money for safe keeping.” I nodded and handed over the $300 to Emilio, which he tucked quickly away. He got out of the car and sauntered up to the house/shack. He knocked on the door, and what appeared to be the younger Haitian man opened it. They spoke for about a minute, their Haitian Creole French lilting through the air. I saw them look over at me. The boy nodded and Emilio walked back to the car. “Ok. You can come now. I will wait by the car until you are… finished. Then I will get you back to the ship.” I gulped and got out of the car and followed Emilio back to the front door. He opened it and said, “Have fun!” And winked at me again. Oh yeah- Emilio knew what was going down. I hesitantly walked inside the brother’s home. It was definitely just as run down on the inside, but not cluttered or messy. Both men were standing in the open kitchen/living area space. I stopped midway into the room and we eyed each other up and down. They definitely looked like brothers. Handsome. Both the same build and size. Same skin tone and bone structure. Thin. Wiry. Strong. Decently muscled. Both were shirtless and wearing just shorts. Both were dark… very dark. Obviously they worked in the sun, but their black skin was like ebony. Being from farm country Nebraska, I’d never really had a good opportunity to be with a black man before… let alone two of them. The younger one thrust his chin at me and pointed to a back room. He walked in and I followed. The older brother lit a cigarette and sat down at a chair in the kitchen area. Evidently they were going to take turns, which was probably a good thing. The bedroom was spare to say the least. There was a bare mattress up on some crates, with some crates containing clothes, and not much else. The younger brother walked over and stood next to the bed, waiting motionless. I took that as meaning that I was going to have to initiate things. Which made sense if he was straight and just doing this for a payday. I nervously walked over to him and got on my knees. He looked down at me, expectantly. This is where my nerves went into overdrive and my stomach churned. This was it. The moment of truth, so to speak. Once I started this, there would be no turning back. I took a deep breath to try to steady myself as I made up my mind. My hand shook a bit with adrenaline and anxiety as I reached for the waistband of his shorts. I eased his shorts down over his slim hips. They dropped to the floor, and I was confronted by his flaccid, uncut penis. It was just as dark as the rest of him, with a good amount of foreskin hanging off the end. It was a nice-looking penis, but truth be told, I was kind of hoping for… bigger? I mean, I’d heard the stereotypes about black men and seen the porn videos, so I was ready to be confronted by an anaconda. Still, the dick looked pretty decent in it’s current state. I mean, it was thinner than I expected but hung down a decent amount and pointed to the ground. And the kid had a nice set of low hangers on him. Then I reminded myself that this dick would be the injector of a toxic load, and my own dick started to get hard- which kick started my desires. I leaned forward and took the younger Haitian’s dick into my mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath as my mouth enveloped him. The salty tang of his penis hit instantly as I started to suck and work my tongue around and in the foreskin. At first I was worried that the kid wouldn’t be able to perform. He kind of stayed soft for about a minute. But then, through my oral ministrations, his cock slowly but surely started to swell. And grow. And grow. And fucking GROW. It had been awhile since I’d sucked a dick hard from scratch so I kind of forgot about the concept of show-ers and grow-ers. Most guys I’d been having sex with were already fully boned when we got to the sucking and fucking part. But this one? I had the pleasure of feeling it grow to full size in my mouth, going from suckable to gag inducing by the time he was fully erect. And as for the stereotypes about the island BBC? I’m happy to say it was 100% true. When the kid was at full mast, it had to be over 8 inches. It was two handsworth of dick, plus the head. While maybe not as thick as Diego’s, it was close. I got my poppers out of my fanny pack and hit them in order to deepthroat him. I still gagged profusely as he was just too big for me to effectively manage. My hole was already twitching at the thought of taking this stud cock, and I may have said a silent prayer that my ass could handle it. I sucked the kid a few more minutes to be sure he was good and ready for the main event. Judging by the tangy precum he was leaking, he was pretty ready. He eventually tapped me twice on the back of my head, which I took as the sign he wanted to get in my ass. I stood up and shucked off my shorts and unclipped the fanny pack. I grabbed the lube and started fingering my hole to lube myself up for what was coming. Then I reached over and lubed up the younger Haitian’s cock liberally. He then nudged me toward the mattress, where I got on all fours for him. I hit the poppers again, and tried to relax. Thankfully the kid seemed to know he was bigger than average so he just worked my hole with the head of his dick for a bit. Feeling his raw, poz, black cock nudging into my pucker was making my body tremble with desire. I started to push my hips back to meet his shallow thrusts, and after a few more tries his head popped in me. “Oh!” I exclaimed as I felt his big ol dick start to slowly slide into me. I used my asshole to grip and grab in pulses around his shaft as he slid in. He let out a small moan as I did this. Pretty soon he was inside me most of the way, and I was feeling his head hit deep inside me. Deeper than any cock previously had gone, and it was bumping up against some barrier. There was discomfort as the head of his cock pushed to this point and didn’t seem like it would go further. The kid took this as his cue that he was all the way in, so he started backing out slowly before doing another slow thrust inside. The poppers were now working and my hole was starting to relax. And the warm rush was making me really get into the idea of what was happening. I kept thinking “Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod! This guy is POZ poz. And inside me raw. And his precum is already coating my guts! This is really HAPPENING!” My dick was rock hard while getting fucked- even with the poppers. Normally I go fairly soft with a cock inside me, as I’m all about my ass when I’m getting railed. But everything about this scene had me cranked to eleven! To his credit, the first Haitian fucked me slow and steady. His tempo didn’t really waiver and I got into the rhythm with my asshole. Using my hole to tighten up occasionally, or relax to see which he liked better. He seemed to like the open hole (probably more like a pussy), so I gave in and let him fuck me loose. I kept hitting poppers and let my mind focus on the fact that I was taking some toxic BBC. It almost didn’t seem real- like I was in some kind of dream instead. Well, after another 10 or 15 minutes of pumping, the kid slowly started to increase the tempo of his thrusts. I was fully into the fuck at this point- my nerves a thing of the past. He also finally grabbed my hips and started pulling my ass back into him to meet his thrusts. His dick was hitting deep at his point, and it was kind of starting to hurt inside me where his head was hitting repeatedly. I just kept hitting poppers knowing what was coming. Literally. I started saying ‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!’ each time his cock rammed in. Then for the finale he did a rapid fire short stroking mostly at my hole. I gripped my hole around him to add a bit of friction, and that seemed to do the trick. With a loud moan, he shoved inside me, and it happened. I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside my ass as spurt after spurt of his toxic juice started shooting inside me. My brain basically short circuited at that point. “Oh… Oh my… Oh my god… oh fuck,” was about all I could muster as I felt him cumming in me. It’s like I couldn’t quite process it all. I mean, what the fuck had I just done? I willingly let some random, toxic, AIDS cock shoot cum up my ass. And like—it’s IN there now. There’s no going back. The AIDS virus is now definitely inside my guts. And I PAID for it! Holy FUCK I’m a sicko! When the kid stopped cumming, he slowly pulled out of my ass. I reached a finger back to my hole and felt around. Yup, I was wet. I brought the finger to my nose and sniffed. Oh Yeah. It was that unmistakable cum smell. I definitely had his load. My dick jumped and drooled precum onto the bare mattress. The younger brother grabbed his shorts and pulled them up quickly. And without another look at me, he walked out of the room. I stayed on all fours and waited for the next brother, my mind all ajumble. A few minutes later, I heard the older Haitian shuffle into the room. I heard his shorts hit the floor and then felt him grab me semi roughly to haul my head around to face his dick. He was standing next to the bed, hands on his hips, cigarette dangling from his lips, his uncut cock already semi-erect for me. Just from his initial demeanor, I could tell this was going to be a different fuck than the first brother. This Haitian I could tell had seen some shit. There were city miles on him, and up close he looked rougher. More worn out. More pissed off at the world. And the fact that he was already sort of hard let me know that this wasn’t his first gay fuck. I shifted around until I was seated on the edge of the bed. I glanced up at him and he looked down on me with… what was it? Disdain? Hatred? Both? I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Almost instantly his hand went to the back of my head and he started fucking my mouth- his cock rapidly expanding. And just like his brother, he was hung too. Perhaps even a touch longer. Where the first brother had just a beautiful, straight, decently thick 8, this brother was longer. More than the two hands by a good inch. Slight curve to the right. A thinner cock overall, less foreskin, but a huge, purplish mushroom head with a big fucking piss slit (which I tongued the hell out of). The head of his dick was taut and shiny, the flare of the head incredibly rigid. I reached back and found my poppers and tried to inhale some while he used my mouth- it wasn’t easy but he paused just long enough that I got some inhaled. Thank god, because he was really going to town on my mouth now. His cock jamming into my throat and that fat fucking head was making me gag with every thrust. I never claimed to be a great cocksucker—way too much of a gag reflex. Even with poppers, unless the dick is curved appropriately and not too girthy, I can’t take it. So this Haitian’s massive prong was making me drool and gag and cough up a storm. I nearly vomited. I did my best to put my hands around his dick to mitigate the depth, but he was really having none of it. And by how hard he was, he was definitely enjoying playing ‘gag the fag’. I just held on as best I could and counted the seconds until I was on all fours again. Eventually he released his hold on my head and pushed my shoulder roughly to indicate that it was time. He spit on his fingers and crushed out his cigarette and dropped the butt on the floor. I didn’t think my ass needed any more lube, but I knew his dick did. I managed to find the lube bottle and get the entire length of his cock slicked up, adding more to the head. In the back of my mind I knew this was going to be a rougher fuck, and I hoped my ass could take it. I wasn’t quite ready for how rough. After lubing him up, I wiped my hand on the mattress and grabbed my poppers again. I didn’t even have time to hit them before his fat head was positioned at my hole. Unlike his brother, this one didn’t try to open me up slowly. He just used one hand to aim it, and the other to pull my hips back. Hard. I cried out as he shoved in roughly. Even with the lube and just having been fucked and loaded by his brother, it hurt like a motherfucker! My hole was NOT ready for the onslaught. I quickly huffed poppers as he buried himself in me. Thankfully they worked their magic, allowing me to relax a little for his dick. Just like his brother, he found the deep spot inside me where his head hit a barrier. But unlike his brother, he was undeterred by this. Using slow, short thrusts, he worked his massive head up against that spot again and again and again, and each impact created a dull ache inside me. Deep inside. But then he grabbed my hips firmly and started to push hard against that spot. “Push out,” he grunted in heavily accented English. I did as I was told, and suddenly his cock broke through the barrier with a pop. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned. I’d never felt this before and it was like I ascended to a new level of bottoming. It hurt, but it was also really fucking amazing. I hit the poppers and let him work his dick at that spot for a minute, getting me nice and open. Then he pulled back out, and rammed in hard. This time, his cock went through that barrier, but oof. It hurt. Like being punched hard in the gut. He did this several more times. Each time it hurt and I would cry out with a small “Ahhhhgh!” as he popped in. Then the fucking began in earnest. This Haitian used my guts like his personal punching bag. He pulled mostly out and short stroked me and then would slam home again. And again. And again. Sometimes his dick would pop up inside me deep illiciting a deep moan from me, and sometimes it just punched that area cruelly, causing me to yelp with pain as I tried to scramble away. He kept his hands digging into my hips as he fucked. Eventually he started using all of my cunt—pulling his dick all the way out before punching it past my ring and deep into me. Each thrust inside me was making wet, schlorping noises in my guts, and I knew that it was from his brother’s load pushing around inside me. This made me rock hard to think about, as did the feeling of cum trickling down my balls as I was being ruined. This fuck violently swung from pleasure to pain and back again. Just when I was starting to relax and enjoy it, he’d stab into my guts and cause me to wince. I just kept telling myself ‘You wanted this. You fantasized about being raped and pozzed, and this is probably what it’s like. And every thrust massages that first toxic load into your ass walls, so just enjoy it.’ I gritted my teeth and held on- my dick amazingly still hard through it all. Just when I was about at my limit, this brother thankfully decided it was time for him to cum. He grabbed me roughly and ferociously thrust into me rapid fire and deep. His groin was slapping my ass and I was howling in pain every time his dick hit deep in me. A deep, guttural growl started emanating from the brother as his orgasm built, and then with one more savage thrust he cried out and started unloading. “OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!” I kept chanting over an over as his big knob pulsed out his charged DNA deep inside me. Deeper than any cum had ever been shot before. I hit more poppers to ride the wave of ecstasy as I was collecting my second, toxic BBC load. A few more rough thrusts as his orgasm subsided, and he yanked his still hard cock roughly from my ass. Cum spattered everywhere as that head pulled the cum out. He then spun me around again and had me clean him off with my mouth. Which I did, but not before looking back toward the door and seeing Emilio standing there, watching. Oh shit! Well, I guess the old gay man knew everything now. Once I’d cleaned the older brother effectively, he too pulled on his shorts, lit up another cigarette and walked out of the room, brushing past Emilio as he left. “Um… you saw that, huh?” I managed to say. “I heard your cries, and I thought I better come investigate to make sure you were ok. You really took his dick well, all things considered.” “I guess so. Hurt like a motherfucker- but I got what I wanted, I guess.” “You think you might be up for another dick?” he asked, rubbing his crotch salaciously. “Watching you boys sort of put me in the mood.” “What? I mean, you sure? I mean… you sure you want to go in me after them?” I ask him, trying to say it without saying ‘it’. “Oh, I don’t mind. Plus, I figure you’re nice and lubed and open now. Which you’re gonna need.” My guts hurt like the devil and my asshole was kind of on fire, but my dick was still hard and having two charged loads in me had my sex drive ratcheted up to maximum cum whore. So why not make this a trifecta. “You sure the brothers won’t mind?” I ask him. “Naw. I checked with the younger one first. And I already gave them their money, so they’re cool with it.” “Alrighty then. But you may have to go a bit easy on me- I’m a bit tender after that last one.” Emilio sauntered over while unfastening his shorts. I could already see the prodigious bulge in the front, going down one leg. As he stood in front of me, I tugged off his shorts and… Holy. Fuck. Biggest fuckin dick I’d ever seen in my life. Ok, maaaaybe some porn dick has been bigger, but I’m honestly not sure. He was mostly hard when I freed him from his shorts, and it sprang up and hit me in the chin. “Damn, Emilio- you are fucking BLESSED!” I said in awe. “Blessed… and cursed. This dick has gotten me into a lot of trouble over the years,” he confided. “I’d welcome that kind of trouble!” I said jealously. “Well- you’re going to be on the receiving end of some of it,” he chuckled. Unlike the Haitians, Emilio was circumsized. And also unlike the Haitians, he was packing about 10 inches. Definitely over 9. In stories later I’ll probably say it was a foot of black dick (which it wasn’t) but damn it was close. And once it got inside me it damn sure felt like a foot of dick. He also had a set of old man balls on him that years of gravity had tugged down to about mid-thigh. I started by sucking him, and he moaned appreciatively as I worked him. He just let me work him at my own pace, not trying to gag me or anything. He knew what a weapon he possessed and he was benevolent with it. Now, the sort of nice thing about Emilio was his dick had a slight downcurve to it. And while it was ridiculously long, it was just pretty much a normal thickness of dick, with a normal sized cock head on it. I remember thinking the head was pinker than I thought it would be. I decided I needed to try deepthroating him, so I got on my knees to get a better angle at it. I hit the poppers, and as the rush started, I aimed him down my throat. To my amazement (and his) I hilted him in my gullet- nose to wiry pubes. I worked my throat a little bit before gagging and disgorging him. He gave out a low whistle. “Damn! It’s been awhile since anyone’s done that to me,” he said. “I think I need this in my ass. Now,” I told him. He got on the bed and lay on his back. “My knees and back ain’t what they used to be. You’re gonna have to ride me,” he told me. And actually I was glad of this. Normally I love taking dick like a bitch in heat. Being on all fours makes it feel less like sex and more like fucking to me. Plus I can arch my back and hit poppers and sort of control things. But a close second is riding a dick. I can control the depth and angle, and the way the dick hits usually makes me super hard. So I was more than happy to squat on Emilio’s massive schlong. I lubed him up prodigiously, and straddled his groin. “Just you you know,” I told him as I positioned his head at my fuckpucker, “Once this goes in, you will own the title as ‘biggest cock I’ve ever taken’.” He laughed. “Kid, I’ve claimed that title so many times from so many others they’re gonna put it on my tombstone.” I hit the poppers once again, and slid him all the way inside in one motion. His dick got to that deep place inside me, and just blew right past it, lodging his head well up inside me. I exhaled and my ass was firmly all the way on his groin. “Record, achieved,” I smiled. And then I got to work. Now, the one thing about riding a dick is that you, as the bottom, are responsible for all the work. I mean, I was having to lift myself up and lower myself back down to work his massive meat. And that’s a lot of lifting and lowering because of his length. But the side benefit of him being so huge is that I was getting a massive long stroke and deep dicking. And unlike the last fuck, Emilio’s cock was just gliding past the tough spot inside me- by a couple inches. Which caused wave after wave of pleasure. Even though my legs and thighs were kind of burning, I was getting stroked on the inside like never before. “Mmmm, I can feel their loads inside you,” Emilio said, his eyes rolling back. “Feels so wet on my dick!” “You sure you don’t mind?” I asked again as I rode him, cum leaking out of my ass. “Because…” “Because they’re HIV positive?” he said. “You know?” I asked, pausing with his cock buried inside me. “Oh yeah. I’m the one that found them for you,” he said matter of factly. “What?” “Diego told me you wanted to get knocked up, so I asked around a bit and found the brothers for you. I hope one of their loads takes and you go home with a nice, dirty Haitian baby.” “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” I moaned. He knew just what to say. “And you’re not worried about going after them?” “Naw, I’m poz too. It’s all good.” “You are??” I asked, my pulse racing. “Like I said, my dick got me into a lot of trouble in my younger days. I was hooking and fucked LOTS of people. Guys and girls. And I never liked condoms cuz they make me go limp. You can only play with fire for so long before something happens.” “FUCK that’s hot!” I exclaim. “Does Diego know?” “Who the hell do you think pozzed him?” This made my dick so hard and I started bouncing up and down on Emilio again like the fucking Pixar lamp. His cum slick dick was gliding in and out so well and the curve was hitting so good inside that it was starting to build me to another hand’s free orgasm. “Do you still escort?” I asked him as I rode him. “Not as much as I did, but yeah. Sometimes swingers show up on the cruises and do the whole ‘upside down pineapple’ thing. And then Diego will float the idea that he knows a well-endowed guy. You would not believe the number of husbands that think they want to watch their wives get fucked by some Big Black Island Cock.” “Oh my god!” I groan. “That is so goddamn HOT! They let you cum in their wives??” “Like the cucks have a choice. Most of the time they go in with the idea it will be hot watching. But then the men see how big I am and how much their wives are getting off on it, and they realize they’ll never be enough again. And they’ll get mad when their bitches are begging for my load. I’ve had a couple guys cry after I flooded their wife’s cunts. One guy punched me after- but then ate my load out of her.” “Do you tell them you’re poz?” “Nope,” he says with an evil grin. “Oh fuuuuuck,” I manage as I start riding him with gusto. I can feel Emilio inside me and he’s rock hard. I am working him with every inch of my ass and I’m trying to squeeze and work my hole on this prong. “I’m getting close to nutting,” I gasp. “I need you to charge me up. Please.” “Keep going, kid. I’m so close,” he moans. I redouble my efforts and I feel my own orgasm starting to boil. My nuts are tightening up and I have that familiar tension peaking in my abdomen. “Oh God, I’m gonna bust!” I cry, just as my load starts rocketing from me. The first volley hits Emilio right in the face. This, along with my anal spasms pushes him right over the edge. He grabs my hips and buries his bone as deep as he can inside me as I continue to empty my balls. As he starts to cum, I think I can see god. The feeling of that much dick launching yet another poz load in me has me out of my mind with pleasure. I’m speaking in tongues. My vision actually fuzzes out a bit- probably from the vigorous leg work to get him off and also from the heavy hits of poppers. Eventually I sort of come back to myself and I’m leaning over him, smiling. “Jesus Christ that was incredible!” I tell Emilio. “That’s what they all say, kiddo,” he smirks. “Well, if that doesn’t get me pregnant, I don’t know what will.” “It might. I’m not exactly undetectable. Just ask Diego. And you got a week’s worth somewhere just south of your spleen.” I laughed. “He wants me to give him details when I get back to the ship. You ok with me sharing everything?” “Oh sure. He contacted me because he thought I might be up for pozzing you up. But I wasn’t really feeling up for the challenge, until I saw Eduardo beating up your guts. That turned me on something fierce.” I lifted myself off Emilio. The long pullout of his massive rod was delicious. I made sure to tighten up my hole as best I could in order to keep all that cum inside me. We each got dressed and made our exit from the brother’s place. The older brother was nowhere to be seen, but the younger one smiled shyly and nodded in thanks as we left. We hopped back in Emilio’s car and headed back to port. Once onboard the ship, I found Diego and told him that I had ‘loads’ to tell him about. He smirked and said he was happy everything worked out and that he’s stop by later. I was still full of all that charged semen when Diego put his load into me after hearing all of the sordid details of my Island adventure. The remaining couple days on the cruise passed uneventfully, with one parting fuck from Diego. And then I was off and winging my way back to the middle of nowhere, USA. Diego gave me his cell number and asked for me to keep him posted if I got pregnant. Well, about a week or so after I got back, I came down with a nasty case of ‘the flu’. When I finally returned to the office, Karen swung by my cube and doted on me a little. “I’m so sorry you got sick. You must have picked up a bug on that cruise,” she said all concerned. “Yeah, I hear those ships can be floating petri dishes. But I still had loads of fun, especially in the Dominican Republic,” I assured her.

I’ve been lucky enough to have some kind of sexual relationship with most of my dealers over the years but Oscar was so special.

I never be able to understand this behaviour. If a guy wants safe sex he should request to have a condom. But if he wants to be barebacked then shut the fuck up and let the top breed him. What if a full blown AIDS top says that he is clean? Will he be less toxic. You are right, like kindergarten kids. 🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️

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Not sure why this didn't post the vid, but it's great medical info about bottoming 🙂 [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgcqvHImIPs

What's to be turned off by? However a man is, he is.

Everyone loves a cock hair in the throat

Fuck, yeah!

Mine is short, too. His hair is black, his body is hairy and he has designer stubble. He is handsome with beautiful piercing blue eyes. The day when I “fall in love with him “ was when he showed ups instead of my original doctor. He wore mask and I could see his eyes and I lost in them.

My only thought is, why couldn’t that have ever happened to me. I would have been in heaven too if I could have found a such an amazing dealer to willingly set up a situation like this and make us both happy as can be. The pic is me after receiving three nice loads from a trans girlfriend of mine.

Yesterday I made a trip to Brown Bag Video in Ottawa Illinois. I have only been there one other time and my expectations were not high but I thought I would give it a shot. You pay a clerk the 10 dollar fee and go back to the cinema/lounge where they have about 20 nice sized booths playing preselected videos. Most are not very good. I’m not a big porn consumer but I really don’t like production porn where the men are using condoms. It’s not representative of the sex I have. Anyway.. I walked around the very dark hallways looking in the open rooms to only see a few men standing or sitting on the benches watching the videos. I went into a booth and within a minute an older man with a belly came in to my room and closed the door behind him. I stood up and he grabbed my crotch through my pants and started to unbutton his. He kissed me with a lot of tongue and started pulling down my pants. He turned me around and bent me over. I really like it when a man is Dom so I did as the daddy wanted. He started to eat my pussy with a skill level that let me know it was definitely not his first. After a few minutes he stood me back up and turned me around and told me to suck him. His cock was nice. It was fat and about 7.5 or 8” long. As a seasoned bottom I sucked his cock good and he kept telling me what a good boy I was and to keep doing my job. After several more minutes he stood me up and kissed me again for a few minutes and turned me back around to eat my pussy again. He then asked if I wanted his load and I shook my head yes. He said where do you want daddy’s load and I just spread my cheeks open. He said good boy again and slid his cock in me. He started to piston me slow while telling me how good my cunt felt. I just kept moaning and thanking him. He kept saying what a good boy I was to just be there to take all loads for daddy’s. I said yes sir. He then asked me one more time, where I wanted his load. I said deep in my pussy sir. He did I was a good boy again and said I was going to get it. He then bred me deep. When he seemed to be done I turned around and sucked him clean. He said I was a good boy again and left. This was the first of a few I took yesterday.

Adam had just turned eighteen a few days before, but he knew he looked younger and that might be a problem. He pushed his long blond bangs out of his eyes and looked across the street at the door and the neon sign above it. The Edge’s sign flashed blue at a regular pace. He’d wanted to come to the bathhouse since he first learned of it when he was sixteen. Now he was legal and he wanted to go in, but was kind of scared of what actually went on inside. He seen all sorts of men go in during the fifteen minutes he had watched the door. He took a deep breath and walked across the street. Adam opened the door and was confronted by a heavy set man behind a security window. “One please,” he asked nervously handing the man a twenty. “ID kid,” the man asked looking hard at Adam. Adam handed him his driver’s license and waited. “Shit kid, you look sixteen if a day. You’re gonna be really popular tonight,” he chuckled handing Adam a towel, and a lock with a key on a wrist band. “No clothes allowed kid, only towels, ‘k?” "Sure,” Adam said beginning to get second thoughts about walking around with only a towel on for several hours. Before the man behind the glass buzzed Adam into the bathhouse another man entered. He was a good six foot tall, and a rock solid 285 lbs. His dark brown curly hair was cut short. The beginnings of a five o’clock shadow made him seem even more masculine that he already was. A hefty budge in his jeans only added to this image. Adam could feel himself start to get hard, as he stared at the man in awe. This was a man’s man without a doubt. Adam felt his six inches start to ooze pre-cum. “Dean you old dog, how the hell have you been? Long time no see.” “Not bad Jack, business has had me doing a lot of traveling the last few months putting out fires for the company. I’ve finally got some time off and looking to release some tension if you know what I mean.” He chuckled as he grabbed his crotch. “You want a room like usual?” “Sure, which one do you have available?” “How about 18?” the man grinned as he nodded towards Adam? “Lucky 18, always good for some fun,” he said looking at Adam. “Pig sling room booked yet tonight?” “Nah, want it?” “Yeah, let me have it too. I think I’ll have something to fill it before the night is over,” Dean said with a smirk. Jack buzzed the two men into the bath house. He was glad the bath had video cameras hidden all over the place. He was looking forward to seeing Dean pound the hell out of the hot looking eighteen year old twink. Jack knew the boy was in for the ride of his life tonight and when the twink left he would be a changed man in more ways than one. Adam didn’t know what to expect when he walked through the steel door into the bathhouse. The long hall way was dark with a dim light at the far end. He felt the large man come up next to him. “First time here?” Dean asked, already knowing the answer. “Yeah, I just turned eighteen a few days ago and wanted to see what it was like,” Adam said shyly. “Well, welcome to The Edge. I’m Dean,” he said extending his hand to the young twink he was looking forward to breeding. “Adam,” said the boy taking the man’s hand. “Don’t worry guy, I’ll be happy to show you around here. I know it can be a little intimidating the first few times, but once you’re used to it can be a lot of fun. Here let me walk you to your locker and you can put your stuff away and get changed,” Dean said being friendly. “It’s just like a gym locker room at school. Afterwards I’ll meet you back here in a few and we can walk around together. I have a room, so if you feel like the whole thing is a little much we can go back there until you’re ready to explore some more.” Dean walked off leaving Adam to change and put all his clothes in his locker. This felt a whole lot different to Adam, than changing in the locker room at school. There everyone generally tried to avoid looking at everyone’s junk, but here all the men were actively trying to make sure everyone saw it or were busy looking at other guys’ cocks and asses. Most of the men in and around the locker room and sauna were either hard or semi-hard. Adam was surprised there were so many different types of men here. Some were heavy-set and hairy, others almost skeleton thin, still others were built gym-rats. Surprisingly there as a fairly large amount of the men there were much older men, but many though were just average looking middle aged men. Adam was in the minority in that there seemed to be few young twinks and most of them seemed more interested servicing the older men rather than someone like him. There was a pretty good mixture of Afro-American, white and Hispanic men. Some of the much older men would wrap their towels around them tightly so you see their dicks like hard mounds under their towels. Others in better shape just threw their towels over their shoulders, so you could see their dicks pointing straight out or swinging like thick pieces of sausages between their legs. The men grinned and smiled at Adam as he took all his clothes off. More than once did the young twink catch some of the men stroking their dicks as they looked and his dick and ass. He felt like a piece of meat a pack of starving dogs was preparing to devour. Adam tried to wrap his towel completely around him but it was too small to stay wrapped completely closed. He was forced to hold the ends together with one hand. In the other hand he had a small baggie with rubbers in it. The most sexually Adam had managed to do in high school so far was jack off with a couple friends when they had been drunk after a few parties. Adam came close once to sucking off a band member during a football game in the fall under the bleachers, but in the end they both chickened out for fear of getting caught. The incident had left him hot and bothered for days and weeks afterwards. They would pass one another in the hallways, but were afraid to do anything. Adam didn’t want to graduate from high school in June still a virgin. Sure, this wasn’t the most romantic place to do it, but here were men, not boys, who would make sure he learned something about sex. He didn’t want to look foolish in bed with the first guy he slept with at college. So here he was, willing to lose his virginity here and hopefully would get to fuck a guy as well. That way he would 'know his way around a man in bed' so to speak. If he was lucky Dean, who was the hottest guy there, would be willing to do him. Dean returned a few minutes later dressed only in a towel and carrying a small bottle in his hand along with a pack of cigarettes. He was fully hard at the thought of breeding Adams tight eighteen year old ass. He figured the boy may have been fucked by some of his school mates, but never had a man up there yet. He wanted to make sure he changed that for Adam and be the first charged load of many before the night was over up his tight little twink neg ass. Dean knew the boy was a bit tense, but once he got the 1st hit of Tina in Adam that would all change. He hoped he might even be able to slam the boy making him a total slut begging for dick, and then put him in the pig sling room to make sure the boy left here pozzed up after being gangbanged all night. He loved stealthing young twinks where ever he went. He’d been stealthed at sixteen by someone else and figured it was only fair to share the gift with as many men as possible. Since he was constantly moving and taking trips for his job, Dean was able spread his gift world-wide to as many men as he could. Dean thought Adam looked so pure and angelic with his longish light blond hair, smooth pale skin and cute perky coral colored dime-sized nipples. He stood at about 5’6”, and 120 lbs. with bright blue eyes and Dean guessed he had a six inch average sized cock, uncut as Dean would discover. Though he didn’t play any sports, Adam stayed toned by skateboarding, which made him very desirable in the bathhouse as a fuck toy to be used and bred. “Let me give you a tour and then we can chill on patio for a bit,” Dean said admiring the sexy eighteen year old who would soon be getting his gift. Dean walked Adam around the bathhouse showing him the TV room, exercise machines, video room, glory holes, maze, showers and steam room. He could tell the men were jealous of him walking around with this hot twink. But in the end they would thank him when all of them had the chance to slide in the boy’s hot lil’ cunt and breed him. Otherwise only one man would be lucky enough to tap it and judging from the boy carrying a bag of rubbers would have to fuck him covered. Adam and Dean walked out on the dark patio and found a table in the back behind some tall ferns where they couldn’t be seen too well by others. Adam found Dean easy to talk to and soon found himself talking about the first hand job with his best friend. He later joined various other friends in beating off to porn videos and magazines. His best friend thinking it was too gay made them stop jerking off together and made a big effort in publicly getting a blow job from a well-known slut of a cheerleader. Going online and reading stories and watching videos was all in the end Adam had left to relive his needs. Finally now that he was eighteen he wanted to lose his cherry to an older more experienced man. Dean smiled to himself; this was going to be even more fun that he thought. He was going to get to take the twink’s cherry and poz him all at the same time. Dean realized Adam was interested in him because the teen kept adjusting his hard-on under the skimpy towel Jack had purposely given the teen. Soon once the eighteen year old was fucked up; Dean would have him walking around with the towel wrapped around his neck and not his waist. He wanted all the men in the bathhouse to see what they were going to get a chance to load up with their loads after he was finished with Adam. Dean decided it finally time to get the ball rolling and prepare to pop this cherry. He opened out the cigarette pack and pulled out a “T” laced joint and lit up taking a big inhale, before passing it to Adam. Adam didn’t normally smoke pot that often. He preferred to stay straight, so he could stay in control and focused on school. He wanted to get into NYU film school the next year after graduating and knew grades were important. Adam didn’t want to seem uncool in front of this hot stud of a man. He knew this man would be gentle with him if they had sex. He trusted Dean and knew the man would treat him right in bed. Plus he thought the weed would help him feel more relaxed when he got fucked for the first time. Dean at first thought he’d have to do some fast talking to get Adam to smoke the “T” laced joint as he watched the inner turmoil inside him, but the teen soon was smoking away. Dean took a couple more big hits and had Adam finish the rest of the large joint. He could see both the pot and “T” were starting to really work on the unsuspecting eighteen year old. Before Adam finished smoking the joint Dean took the roach from him. He took the last hit from him and leaned in to shotgun the last hit to Adam. With little effort he was soon kissing Adam passionately making the twink even hornier than before from smoking the joint. “Hey Adam, let’s go hang out in my room for a bit. We can watch a video while we relax,” Dean stood up and helped Adam stand up. He grabbed him and kissed the blond twink hard again causing the twink to drop his towel. Dean stroked the six inch dick causing Adam to moan into him. He grabbed the brown bottle and his pack of cigarettes taking Adam’s hand leading him to the room where he’d lose his cherry and take his first poz load. Adam pulled away from Dean heading back to the table. At first, Dean thought it was to grab the bag of rubbers, but Adam grabbed his dropped towel. To make sure Adam didn’t notice the rubbers, Dean wet his middle finger with spit and slid it home in Adam’s virgin cunt. He aimed for the eighteen year old's prostate, which, of course, caused Adam to gasp in pleasure. The “T” laced joint was already beginning to do its work and make Adam horny for cock. Dean worked Adam’s ass for a few minutes before pulling him to a standing position kissing him hard. He continued working the teen’s boy cunt as he kissed him deeply. Finally Dean pulled away smiling at now lust filled Adam. “Ready to go to my room?” he grinned, asking the latest in a long string of victims. “Hell yeah!” Adam panted excitedly. He had never been so horny after smoking a joint. Dean’s fingering felt even better than his own fingers. He desperately needed to feel this man inside him. He hoped Dean would be gentle since was so he was so large and Adam was still a virgin. He knew it would hurt at first but would feel better soon afterwards. Or at least that’s what all the stories on Nifty said. Dean made Adam wear his towel around his neck as they walked to his room. He wanted to do a little advertising for Adam’s later gangbang. He wanted Adam to walk out in the morning with his eighteen year old pussy dripping poz cum from being well fucked by as many men as possible. Dean played with Adam’s ass as they walked pass various men looking or having sex throughout the bathhouse on the way to his room. The poor twink was moaning like a slut and trying to force more of Dean’s fingers into his teen cunt even before they got to the room. Fortunately the walk to Dean's room was only a few seconds, and upon arrival, Adam was hornier than he had ever been in his life. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this man to fuck him and take his cherry. Dean maneuvered the eighteen year old boy to the bed and finally pulled his fingers from Adam’s hole. He stood over the panting lust filled eighteen year old boy. Dean knew the boy was ready for the next step in stripping away his innocence. Dean finally pulled off his towel exposing to Adam for the first time his red bull can thick cut eight inch fuck stick. The huge mushroom head with its large gold hoop piercing was nearly twice as wide as the cock was thick. Adam had never seen a cock that big or dangerous looking. He had no doubt when Dean finished with him Adam would know what it meant to be fucked. He knew he should be afraid of the dick, but there was an itch building deep inside his hole to feel Dean shoving it in him. It was like he was totally losing his inhibitions. Sure Adam knew some of his inhibitions were lowered by the weed, but this was different. It was like they weren’t even there anymore. Adam needed sex and needed it bad. Dean grabbed one of his famous “T” laced bottles of warming lube; it was time to prime Adam for his first breeding. end of part 1

We got out of bed and took a shower together. It was the first time we showered together. While we washed up we also kissed, touched each other's body. I even sucked his cock but didn't have him cum as I wanted it my pussy I told him. He laughed. We made breakfast and ate and talked about what we each were going to do today. He had to go into work for a little while. I told him I had to stop by Jane's place to pick up some things that I left at her place and she told me to come and get. Jane and I were on ok terms and texted once in a while. We finished up breakfast and I got ready to leave. Daddy reminded me no fucking anyone else but if I wanted to I could give other guys a bj. I said dont worrry I only want him and have his baby. He smiled and we kissed. "Daddy can I ask you a question" I said "Sure" Rick replied "Will you be fucking other guys?" I asked "Not sure. Why?" he said "I don't know. I would hope you would only fuck me at least till your seed takes and I get knocked up" I said "Of course, baby. I won't fuck anyone else till you get knocked up. Ok" he said I smiled we kissed and thanked him. I got dressed in running shorts and shirt. I texted Jane before I left the house that I was coming over to get my stuff. She texted back and said she wasn't there but her friend would be there to let me in. She told me where my stuff was. I asked her how things were going and she said ok but her friend's father was visiting and had been there over a week now and it was getting cramped. He was a little creepy as he would look her over a lot. I drove over and parked at her place. I knocked on the door and an older man was there in tshirt and shorts. "Yes can I help you?" he said "I am Dan, I am here to pick up my stuff that is in Jane's room" I said "Oh yeah your her ex boyfriend" he said "Come in and get your stuff" he said. I could smell alcohol on his breath. I was only 11am. I walked in and went to Jane's room. He followed me in and stood at the doorway. "I will only be a minute", I said "Ok I will wait here." he said I felt like he didn't trust me. I just let it go and gathered my stuff. I couldn't find my PS so I looked around. I called Jane. She said it might be in some box under her bed. I got on my knees and looked under her bed. I found it and pulled it out. As I stood up and turned around her roommate's father was stroking his cock thru his shorts while looking at me. "You have a nice ass. I'd love to fuck it right now and I think you would like it too. I heard your a fairy fag and that's why you broke up" he said "Thank you. I think I should leave" I said "Not yet boy. You were showing your nice ass to me and I want some of it" he said. He now took out his cock from his shorts. It was a nice 7" thick cock. I looked at it. "Yeah you faggot I can tell you want this don't you" he said "I think I should go" I said "Not till you at least give my cock a kiss boy. I see you staring at it" he said. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum. I could see the rage and hunger in his eyes. I put the down the PS walked over to him got on my knees and kissed his cock a few times and then licked my lips of his precum. "Fuck yeah faggot go ahead and suck it I know you want it" he said pushing his cock into my mouth. I let him in and started to suck and lick his cock. He pushed and it entered my throat. I thought I might as well make him cum as soon as I can so I can leave. I went full force and gave him a bj and worked his cock over. He started to moan loudly. "Ohhhh fuck you faggot. I never had a bj like this before" he moaned pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I tongued worked over his head trying to get him to cum. He kept pumping and I kept sucking, licking and tonguing. I even started to lick and suck on his balls then went back to his cock. "Ohhh fuck you are a faggot. I can't imaging you fucking Jane. She is hot and bet has a juicy pussy. I bet you didn't make her cum. You were mean to be a cock sucking faggot" he said and with that he started to cum in my mouth. He shot a huge load about 7-8 spurts of hot cum. I swallowed it quickly and kept sucking on his cock. He actually tasted really good. I pulled back from his cock and licked my lips. "Fuck boy that is the best bj I have ever had. That was even better than a lot of pussy I have had" he said I told him thank you and started to get my stuff and walked towards the front door. He followed me out still calming down from his orgasm. He grabbed my ass and told me he wanted to fuck me the next time I was over and maybe if we would meet up next week. I told him I was busy but would let him know. He wrote down his number and gave it to me. I thanked him and left.

I opened my eyes, it was 8:30am. I felt my ass wet then a tongue. It was Rick licking my ass. I was sleeping on my side and moved one of my knees further up to give him more access and let out a moan. "Your pussy tastes good in the morning" he said. He went back to eating me out and fingering me. I felt his fingernail scrape me again. He leaned over and kissed me our tongues danced. Then I felt his cock push into my ass. I moaned into his mouth. He was half way in. It still hurt a bit as he pushed into me. In this position he was stretching my ass in a different angle. After he was all the way in me, he started to pound me. I lay there on my side panting and moaning. Feeling him deep in me and pushing and invading my depths. My cock was now hard and leaking. He kept up his pace. This was not intimate and not animal. It was with purpose, to dump another load of his poz hot cum in my cunt. I lay there in bliss taking his cock, relishing as he raked over my prostate and grunted as I felt the scrapes burn as with each thrust of his fat cock reopens the scrape. I grunt thru the pain knowing this will help his DNA latch onto mine and impregnate me. This realization makes my ass throb and squeeze and my cock leak. "Hmm what you thinking about boy. I see you looking into space but feel your cunt squeeze my cock" he said "I am feeling your cock deep in my cunt. I feel it rip the scrapes you have made in me. I know it will help with you marking me with your DNA and impregnating me. It makes me feel sexy and I get aroused even though it hurts when I feel your cock rip in me" I said calmly holding his arm as he thrust in me. "Yes it will. I want to knock you up so bad baby. I am so happy you are accepting and wanting your place as my bottom and to enjoy all the pleasure that will come with it" he said as he started to pick up pace fucking me hard. I moaned and panted as he picked it up. In a few strokes he raked and rammed my prostate making moan even louder. We kissed and then he started to kiss and nibble at my neck, making me moan even louder. His hand found my nipples and pinched them. I was panting and moaning uncontrollably, and started again to feel that wave deep in my ass and groin and started to cum. "Im cumming Daddy" I yelled And he picked up his pace even more pumping into me and started to moan and unleash more of his potent ball cream into me. I felt one or two spurts into me mixing with my ass juice. "Ahhhhhh fuck your cunt is squeezing me boy" he moaned. I could feel my ass wrapping around his cock. He kept pumping into me. I felt all his cum from the night push deeper into me. He finally slowed down sweat dripping on me and pulled out his cock. It was covered in cum and some blood and ass juice. I went down and on him and licked and sucked his meat. We both lay back and also ate my cum that was on the sheets. "Thank you Daddy" I said "You are welcome baby" he said. "Lets get some breakfast" he said.

I woke up. It was a little after 3am on the clock. I got up to use the bathroom. My ass was sore as I walked. I could feel the bruising and scrapes in my ass, as I walked. I went back to bed. Rick was laying flat with his huge meat laying flaccid but large on his thigh. I couldn't help and started to tease it with my finger. It slowly started to get hard. Then I leaned over and started to lick the head slightly as not to wake him. After a minute or two his cock was hard now. I couldn't help myself and started to suck the first few inches of his cock. I kept it up for a few minutes then started to taste precum leaking out of his cock. I now started to spit on his now hard cock getting it hard and started to deep throat him. "Hmm boy that's a nice way to wake up" he said "Shhh Daddy just sit back and enjoy" I said I then got up and straddled his cock facing him and put his head at the entrance. I pushed down and winced in pain. He was looking up at me smiling and his hands now on my waist. I kept pushing down working thru the pain. Even though he just fucked me twice, my ass was still sore and tight. I was half way down on his hard obelisk. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I kept pushing and pumping slowly to get more in. I felt him at my second hole and pushed in and winced in pain. Finally I rest on his groin. I had all of him in me. "You did all the work earlier Daddy. Now it's my turn. OMG you feel so good in me. " I said and gave him a kiss as I started to grind on his cock. It was still bruising my inside but it began to feel good. I started to slide up on down his hard shaft. Then I gyrated my hips churning on his cock. He let out a moan. I knew how that felt as a top and I kept it up. My cock was hard and now leaking on his stomach. I started to pick up pace bouncing on his hard cock buried deep in me. "Ohhh Daddy" I moaned "Yeah baby just ride Daddy's cock like a good boy" he said I kept bouncing up on his cock, gyrating in between. My ass convulsed on its own squeezing his thick meat in me. His hand were now on my nipples pulling and pinching them. I winced and moaned at the same time. It also made my ass milk him more. "Fuck yeah boy. That pussy is milking the shit out my cock. Keep it up and you will get Daddy's hot pozzed cum in you" he said moaning I picked up my pace even though my legs were getting tired. But I didn't stop and it was like training, I was going to work thru the pain to get his seed in me. "Damn boy you have stamina" he said I just moaned and kept going. I was not in a zone. Just focused on pouncing on and squeezing his cock. I wanted to pleasure him so much. "Yes Daddy I want to give you pleasure I want to please you and I want your charged cum in my cunt" I moaned and rode faster picking up my pace. I also intentionally started to squeeze his cock hard. "Oh fuck boy keep it up and you are going to get Daddy's baby batter deep in your pussy" he said "Yes Daddy cum in me please cum please I need you" I moaned out loudly I felt the swell in my groin as I started to cum. My cock shot a few spurts of cum out. My ass spasmed around his meat. I started to slow down coming down from my orgasm. "Don't slow down bitch. Daddy didn't cum yet" he said "Yes Daddy" I said I quickened my pace and rode his cock again quickly. I kept riding his cock for another 5 minutes then he moaned and I felt him cum and shoot his load in me. I was now horny and kept riding him milking every drip of his seed. I could feel my ass squeeze his cock "Yeah milk me good boy" he said playing with my nipples. Then out of nowhere I started to feel another wave and came as his cock was wrecking my prostate I was cumming again. I couldn't believe it. Only a small spurt came out but Daddy moaned as I came I started to milk his cock again. He moaned and started to push up into my ass keeping it deep in me. As I came down from another orgasm I leaned down and kissed him. He scooped up my cum and put some in my mouth and ke licked up the rest. "Neg cum. It will only last a little longer" he said as I licked his fingers clean tasting my negative cum. "Let's hope so. I want you so bad in me Daddy. Your dna, your cream, making me pregnant" I said kissing him back "You will baby you will. Don't worry Daddy has a high VRL" he said smiling. I lifted off of him clenching my ass to keep his cum in me. I cleaned off his wet cock with cum and some of my blood. Then kissed him sharing our fluids. "Good your pussy is still bleeding. It will take easier like your ovulating" he said smiling "Funny you use that word. I brought up again to him how other guys were hitting on me and even the Professor used that work. They said they could smell my taint and that I was horny and ovulating" I said "Yes we can smell each other. And tops can smell other bottoms especially when they are horny. And I bet you were putting out a a lot of pheromones. You want cock so badly and I bet your cunt was wet" he said "It was and when I was horny I could feel my ass. I mean my pussy spasm." I said "Good. You have so much ahead of you. So many pleasures. Look at how you just came again" he said "Yes Daddy. I never felt orgasms like that or ever had two in a row like that" I said "This will become more common as you embrace your pussy and being a true bottom: he said I could see he as getting drowsy as was I. I cuddled up next to him smelling his pit. We both fell fast asleep. ,

a really painfully big one for me, but I was so fucking horny and had seen this man several times in a bar - he knew what I wanted and I got it, out back, he sent me this the next day

A buddy fucking me after we got right to the point.

I love cheating! Nothing better than getting fucked by my bf with some anon guys load in my hole!

I had a friend I played with in high school told me how he manipulated his dad who was hot. I was brought up in a family where my uncle initiated me into sex where my friend was the one who initiated sex with his dad. My friend told me his mom worked nights and he went to his dads room one night and fondled his dad a bit before he started sucking on his dad. I guess his dad woke up and told him to stop and he told his dad to let him suck his cock or he would tell his mom it was his dad that started it. His dad let him suck him off and from there it started to get his dad to do whatever he wanted and his dad got into it though it was my friend who seem to have the control. I stayed over one night and watched him tell his dad to suck me off before he told his dad to fuck me and then watched him fuck his dad and then asked if I wanted to fuck his dad too. Not sure what happened but his mom and dad got divorced and he stayed with his dad and by that time his dad had become an insatiable pig bottom with my friend getting more of his friends to fuck his dad. My friend was coached on how to manipulate his dad and often wondered if he was the only one that did the same to their fathers.

“Come on, dear,” Said Timmy’s mother. “ I think we need a little chat, don’t you?” and she led Jane off down the tow path. The men had finished with Nigel. He lay there panting, covered in sweat and cum. Arthur knelt and ruffled his hair. “Nice one!” He said. He bent and delicately licked the drool of cum leaking from Nigel’s arsehole, releasing his old dick and rubbing it to erection. “Just one more “ He said, covering the naked body and sliding his cock up inside. “and this one’s toxic as heck!” With that he grunted and spurted his diseased sperm deep inside Nigel who groaned as he felt the throbbing inside him. Arthur got off, found a rag and cleaned the lad up as best as he could. “Off you go, Nigel” He said when he was dressed. “I expect you’ll have some words with your aunty, eh?” Nigel set off and found his aunt drinking tea in the living room. Kevin sat on the other sofa, a miserable expression on his face. He was wearing a dressing gown and it looked like he was nude beneath. “Aha!” Said Jane. “So you’re back?” Nigel didn’t know what to say. “Apart from that disgusting exhibition this afternoon, Kevin tells us you’d already been a little slut in the sauna.” she said. Nigel flushed and nodded. She smiled. “and I bet you love the feel of a cock spewing nasty cum in you, eh? You’re as disgusting as each other.” The front door opened and Timmy’s mother came in. “All sorted,” she said. “ They’ll be here in a minute.” Aunt Jane turned to Kevin. “Take that thing off. Show us your pathetic body.” Kevin blushed, but he undid the belt and pushed it off his shoulders and sat there naked. “Now you.” They both looked at Nigel. “Come on!” Blushing and sweating with embarrassment he stripped off until he was naked and trembling, though his tiny cock was hard beneath his belly. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. “Stay there!” Said Jane. She went out. Nigel heard male voices and then the door opened and Arthur came in with two of the men from the canal. They were both black, middle aged and still holding a bottle of booze. They looked a bit uncertain when they saw the two women and Kevin and Nigel both naked. “Don’t mind us!” Said Timmy’s mum, guiding Jane over to some chairs by the dining table. The men laughed and nudged each other. Arthur decided to get things going. He dropped his trousers and began to wank his cock. “Kneel on the sofa then, mate” He said to Kevin. Kevin paused and looked at Jane. She gave nothing away but Timmy’s mum said “bend over, then.” He turned and knelt on the cushions, offering his ample bottom to the room. Nigel saw Timmy’s mother smirking and a look of shock but excitement on Jane’s face as she saw Kevin’s arse upraised. Arthur dug a dirty tube of lube from his pocket and applied some to Kevin’s hole. Sighing happily, he raised his shirt and began to slide his cock into Kevin’s rectum. Kevin’s groan was matched by the gasp from Jane as she watched in fascination as Kevin was buggered by the disgusting old man. The two other men closed in on Kevin, feeling his body and squeezing his little cock. After a few moments they began to strip, exposing sizeable black cocks below hairy bellies as the room filled with Kevin’s groans. Nigel was trembling as they led him to the other sofa and made him kneel. The two women stared at him as on of the men grabbed the lube from the side table and rubbed it into his cock. Then the other man held Kevin’s cheeks apart and they all watched as the big, black cock sank between the pale, upraised buttocks. Nigel gasped as he was buggered and he heard Arthur grunt as he shot his load. “Well now, isn’t this nice.” Said Timmy’s mother. “You must come round to my place one evening!”

The next day, Nigel was left on his own as his aunt was meeting a friend and Kevin had a job on the other side of town. He was excited but apprehensive about what had happened at the sauna. Had he really let those old men fuck him? It seemed like a dream, but his sore and gaping arsehole was evidence it wasn’t. He was worried about the toxic cum in him but also excited when he thought about it and couldn’t help wanking his little cock until it spurted in the toilet. Later, he decided to go into town with the vague idea of going to see a film. It wasn’t a great town, somewhat run down, but it had a canal running through it and as he was early he decided to walk along the tow path. It was a hot day and he began to get sweaty even though he was only wearing a tee shirt and shorts over his short, fat body. He found himself in an older area with a wall beside the path and a succession of tunnels over the canal. As he approached one, he saw a group of men standing under the arch which also seemed to have some kind of alcove in the back of it. They were mostly black, very rough looking and passing a bottle between them. He hesitated about walking through them but then recognised a small old man from the sauna who he remembered was called Arthur. “Well, well!” He grinned, showing off his blackened teeth. “If it isn’t Nigel from yesterday. How’s your bum? Still sore?” Nigel blushed as he approached the group. He intended to keep walking, but Arthur took his arm and a couple of the men barred his way. “He’s got a lovely arse. Fat cheeks and tight hole.” The men grinned and leered at him. Nigel felt afraid yet excited. He wanted to leave, but something made him also want to stay. One of the men offered him the bottle. He was a short, old black guy with a stained sweat shirt and trousers. “Have a swig!” He said in a tone which was more of an order. Nigel took the bottle. The liquor burned his throat and made his eyes water. The men laughed and one of them suddenly pinched his nipple through his tee shirt. He gasped but felt his cock stiffen in his shorts. Arthur produced some poppers and handed them round. The air under the arch was filled with aroma which made Nigel’s heart pound. “Good lad!” Said Arthur. “I’m sure you’d like to entertain my friends, wouldn’t you?” He indicated the alcove in the back of the tunnel. There was a pile of rubbish, and in amongst it was an old, stained mattress. “ I...I..dunno.” Said Nigel, his head swimming from the poppers. Around him, a couple of old men opened their trousers and were wanking hungrily. “Don’t worry. They just want to fuck you. You’d like that wouldn’t you? “Arthur stuck the bottle under his nose and Nigel felt himself led into the darkened alcove. “By the way, we’re all very toxic but you won’t mind being bred with their dirty babies will you? After all, you're probably already pregnant, eh?” Nigel’s head was swimming but the poppers had made him melt with lust. He heard Arthur say “Someone keep watch while we do him!” Then he was in the alcove and eager hands stripped him of tee shirt and shorts. He heard them sigh happily as they laid his nude body face down on the mattress. Something wet and slippery was rubbed in the cleft between his buttocks and then the first of them got on top of him and slid a heavy cock up his arsehole. He gasped with the size of it, but it felt so good he opened around it easliy Arthur stood in the tunnel looking along the path. Every now and then he glanced into the alcove, noting yet another pair of naked, sweating buttocks rise and fall on Nigel’s pale body as he was buggered. Two women were coming along the path. One he recognised from the sauna – Timmy’s mother was it? - but he didn’t know the other. As they drew level Timmy’s mum said “ Hello Arthur. What are you doing here? “ She glanced at the homeless guys and leered. “I think I know!” Arthur just laughed and licked his lips at her. “This is my friend, Jane. Her nephew Nigel is staying with her and he said he might come into town later so we’re walking in to find him.” There was a grunt and a low moan of ecstasy from the alcove. The women glanced at each other at the unmistakable sounds of sex. Nigel's aunt blushed as Arthur winked at her. Arthur grinned. This was a turn up! Should he? Should he? He giggled and moved the crowd aside so they could see the alcove. Nigel was naked, face down being fucked slowly, sexily by a fat black guy who had his trousers down. His naked bittocks clenched and relaxed as he thrust into the arsehole already lubed with several loads of spunk. Nigel turned his head and opened his eyes “Aunt!” He gasped. She raised her hand to her mouth “Nigel!” she said in shock. Timmy’s mother laughed and gave her a cuddle. “Naughty little so and so, isn’t he?”

continued The sound of the porn playing on the screen was turned up and poppers were once again handed to both Steve and I, this time by the dark haired man, and more as a command to take a deep hit of the poppers and not as an option. Steve took a heavy huff and then passed the bottle to me. With Steve’s cum dripping down my chin, I placed the bottle at the base of my nose and took a long inhale. As my body began to warm and all I could think was to get my lips once more around that young stud cock staring me in the face. I leaned forward and began to wrap my tongue around the shaft as my lips slid up and down the veiny young pole. I could see Steve reach his fist around for the black cock behind him. As he began to slowly message the man cock, it began to grow and stiffen. Long and thick, slightly bent to the left, it looked like it could destroy a hole. Pulling my head of the wrestler cock I turned for the dark man meat. He placed his hand on the back of my head and pulled me towards his monster rod. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and tried to get as far down the shaft that I could. Barely have way down, I opened my throat as he pressed hard and began to force fuck my throat. Getting to the base of his cock he pressed hard against my head and thrust his hips forward, working him massive cock down my throat, gagging me. He knew exactly what a young man needed. Although I was a college freshman, this wasn’t my first rodeo and I was into rough group sex. Exhibition was turning me on. Now hard as steel, he pulled my head of his cock and returned me to the blond wrestler stud. As I began to work me head into his crotch, the black man pushed the young studs shoulders forward and began to massage his enormous cock the Steve’s perfect ass crack. Sliding it up and down, the huge black tool was poised to begin the widening of the jock pale hole. I looked to the right and noticed the dark haired man with tattoos and the smooth chiseled blond in only their leather harness, stroking their cocks. My uncle was on the other side in only his harness smoking his cigar, his meat dangling like a firehouse. The black bodybuilder spit on his cock and began to bury it little by little into the wrestler. Moaning I could tell is was not an easy fit. I pulled off his cock and was offered some more whiskey by the dark haired man. Taking a swig I looked to see about half that gigantic cock now in the wrestler. I got to my knees and began to suck the blond man’s cock. In his thirties, I knew that cock had been around and brought experience, and probably a trail of STDs, to the game. I figured I would need to make another trip to the public health clinic later in the week. It had become a well worn path. I was pointed to the coffee table, walked over and laid my back down with my head at one end. The dark haired man moved to feed me his cock while the blond began to work on my now erect rod. Not long after, the blond had my legs raised as he started to lick my ass while the dark haired man forced his cock down my throat. All of a sudden the sound of the bodybuilder working the hole of the young blond wrestler ceased, the dark haired man pulled his cock from my throat, the blond exited his tongue from my ass and after my uncle took a puff from his cigar, he directed us all to proceed downstairs. We were heading for the dungeon.

I’ve often felt this way and wondered why fictional stories like we have here and elsewhere never result in the possible mental break of the victim and his ultimate revenge. I mean, it has to happen sometimes. It’s the Law of Averages isn’t it? PLEASE NOTE — I’m very aware that this urge for revenge or punishment is not my most common response, not by a long shot. I’m incredibly turned on by authoritarian domination stories. Always have been. And I started having sex with older men very early, never forced, always treated well. In truth, this was the only real attention I got early on. I can’t fathom how much worse I would have ended up without it, at least initially. Of course, a 5 year old’s undeveloped psyche can’t handle the subtleties of sexuality. At least I couldn’t. And I’m still attracted to the older (more experienced, more dominant) men; unless they’re dominant younger has never been attractive to me. And I’ve never met a man, any man, where I didn’t first judge his potential sexual value for me. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah. Castration, forced testicle consumption… So while I usually wank with the rest of you to these stories and my interests have gotten more specialized every once in a while, the story (or my mood) will turn me into The Equalizer or Liam Neeson and I want to teach Cruelty itself a lesson. And if it evokes the urge to such violence within me in the privacy of my own room, surely it exists elsewhere in the world.

love that feeling

(Continued) Received a call midweek to show at uncle’s house after work Friday and to bring Steve. Steve showed up for work on Friday as usual; tight cloths which highlighted every muscle the young chiseled stud possessed. Working next to him in the galley kitchen, I could not help but think about the tight butt with the worked hole. His puckered lips wrapped around my uncle’s massive cock. Steve’s growing alpha male body count, his raw tool destroying my hole and then my lips and tongue cleaning every drop of his cum. As we were quickly closing the kitchen at the end of the night, cleaning the grill and all surfaces, the sweat drenching the back of his shirt, I could tell Steve was rushing so we could get down to business. He removed the apron, turned to me and rubbed his cock, and nodded towards the back door. I was ready to go. As we walked to the parking lot I suggested that we ride together and he said good idea. As I hopped in his car I could smell the sweat from his gym cloths. Arriving at my uncles house, we noticed an unusual number of cars on the street. As we approached the door I could see shadows in the window. I rang the door bell and as he opened the door I could see three other men in their 30s in jeans and a harness. We were invited in and offered a drink. One of the three men was smooth with nipple rings, roughly 6’ 2”, 190 lbs, dark hear, with a few tattoos. The other was a 5’ 10” 175 lb blond, smooth, chiseled body, stubbled beard. The last was a 6’, black bodybuilder. Porn was playing on the TV in the front room. I turned and noticed that it looked familiar. I did a double take and realized it was the dungeon in the basement. The guys in the video were standing before me With the front door shut, the lighting subdued, we were told to be like everyone else and remove our shirts. We quickly replied and as we did, the blond and black guy came, one after the other, and firmly twisted our nipples. I looked over at Steve and the young stud had his stern, aggressive, this fuckin shit is hot, look on his face. He was starting to get into it. The dark haired man now came and grabbed my crotch. As he did, I could feel my cock begin to ooze precum. As he moved on to Steve, as he grabbed his package, Steve reached out and manhandled the older guys package. There was obvious sexual tension between the two. He belonged in this group. Next we were told to get out of our jeans. Neither of us in our boxers, as we stripped both our cocks were fully erect. We were invited into the kitchen for another drink. The only two now naked, we made our way to the kitchen for a stiff drink while the others remained in the living room, clothed in their jeans and harness. After a large glass of whiskey which we shared, we returned to the front room with the four men whispering. Reaching the middle of the room I was ordered to my knees and to begin serving Steve’s massive wrestler cock. I gladly got to my knees and took his cock in my mouth and he began to thrust his hips forward, forcing his meat down my throat. As he continued to work my throat, the blond came over and once more grabbed Steve’s nipples. The black man took his place behind Steve and put his arms around his chest as his hips continued to face fuck me. Needing to breath, I pulled back and allowed his precum to string from his cock to my mouth. Turning my head, I noticed my uncle beginning to light a cigar. His plans were unfolding perfectly.

(continued) Staring down at the light tan used hole, cum slowing dipping out and down onto the floor, I knelt down and began to lick it up, swirling it around the sides of his beautifully puckered hole. Turning my head, my uncles massive man cock looked me right in the mouth and I began to clean off his tool. He place his hands on my head as my tongue washed the cum stained shaft and licked the tip of his cock to draw out every ounce of cum. Watching me clean the alpha male cock, the young alpha hoisted himself out of the sling and stood next to me uncle, arms wrapped around their back, as the wrestler motioned for me be clean the cum of his cock and light treasure trail. I moved to the second helping of man meat, devoured that studs cock and them licked my way up his chest as the two alphas gorged on each others face. Spent, I returned upstairs to the living room, leaving the two of them alone. An hour later they appeared before me, exhausted. We had some more whiskey, and then the young stud put his cloths on and left – no words spoken, just a turn and nod. He had completed another alpha round. Clearly he was an exceptional fuck. A few days past and I received a call from my uncle telling me he wanted to introduce me to a few of his friends. Also in their early thirties, I was very interested. He said he had showed them the video from the dungeon and they were interested in meeting me. My dick began to harden as we talked. How many of them? What was the plan? All I could think about was more raw cock. I was moving into a lane which could lead to some pretty dark places. I began to leak precum thinking about the possibilities.

(Continued) As soon as we entered the room I could hear, what I would now call bathhouse music, playing in the background. My uncle approached Steve, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him to his leather harness clad body and began to devour his mouth. Instinctively now, I knelt and went to work on their cocks which began to stiffen and with leak the sweat taste of precum. I wrapped my tongue around my uncles manly tool and slowly messaged his shaft with my tongue. Turning my hed, I began to the massive tan cock of the blond. He began to work his hips on my head and reached down to shove his young stud tool down my tight throat. His hips worked to pound his cock head through the back of my throat and down so hard that I couldn’t gasp for air or even gagged. He was developing into a young stud dominant top. Slowly we worked out way towards the sling. Expecting to back into the sling I was shocked to watch my uncle push the blond wrestler into the sling. The real alpha male was going to take charge and the young alpha was going to find out what his future was going to look like. I stepped back and watched as my uncle grabbed his legs and placed his ankles in the straps. Having brought the poppers downstairs, I grabbed the bottle, removed the cap and placed the bottle at the base of Steve’s nose. I took hold of the bottle, and with a thumb on the opposite side of his nose, inhaled strongly. Moving the bottle to the other side, he took another strong hit. He gave me back the bottle and I followed suit. I looked down at the base of the sling to see my uncle applying a light amount of lube on his huge rod. Steve was going to feel every inch of man cock widening his barely used hole. With the tip leaking precum, my uncle began to press of Steve’s hole. At that moment I grabbed the back of his head and shoved my cock deep down this mouth. It was his turn to get used. Whimpering as the man cock went deeper and deeper with each thrust, I could see the agony and delight in his face. He was learning how to alpha fuck by getting alpha fucked. As his rhythm settled in, my uncle reached down and began to massage Steve’s gorgeous cock. Now it was really leaking pre-cum so I leaned over to gobble up stud juice from the tan piece of meat at the bottom of that light treasure trail. As I licked up that protein, in my ears was the slapping of my uncle’s balls in the ass of this young alpha male who was taking it like a champ. In fact, he was getting into it. The 31 year old alpha male ravaging his hole cause his face to be fierce and him to begin to grunt. Just as I began to watch in the mirror on the side of the wall, my uncle pulled out, turned to me and said, “your turn.” I had wanted that ass since he first walked in the restaurant with that cocky swagger, tight cloths and studly grin. He young stud now in the sling, with his legs in the straps and his hole loosen by the man cock which had just furiously worked him deep, was now mine! I wasted no time moving into position. I spit on my cok and pressed into the warm hole which quickly swallowed me deep. Watching my cock drive into that fresh hole, staring at that treasure trail, that well defined chest, and face wreaking ecstasy, caused me to start slow enjoying every thrust. I was not going to cum quickly, I was going to make this last.

CONTINUED After a moment, the porch light came on and my uncle opened the door, unlike the previous night, he was fully clothed, but his muscled body fit his cloths perfectly. He said, “Hey, how are you. Welcome, come in.” Steve and I stepped through the door and proceeded to the couch. My uncle asked, “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” I replied, “This is Steve, he is Jeff’s friend. The two of them spoke earlier today and we though we might stop by after work. I hope that isn’t a problem.” He replied, “Not at all, I just hope you’re not all worked out.” Slyly Steve said, “I’m just starting to get worked up.” My uncle responded, “Could I offer you two a drink?” I said, “A drink? How about a couple of drinks?” My uncle replied, “I see its in the genes.” I said, “I luv what’s in our jeans. In both of your jeans!” Next words out of my uncles mouth was, “Looks like I better make all our drinks a double. Jack fine?” I said, “Absolutely” as we followed him into the kitchen where it all began the night before. I sat in one chair while Steve, the blond muscle stud cook, leaned back in the other chair with his legs spread wide and a grin on his face. My uncle returned with the Daniels for us, we saluted each other and began to drink. As Steve took a drink with the glass in his right hand, his left hand began to slowly message his crotch. As he did, you could see a hard outline of the monster cock he wielded begin to grow. It was no wonder he was so popular at school. He knew exactly what he was doing and he had honed his craft. Uncle said, “So what you two up to?” Steve quickly replied, “No good.” Uncle replied, “Sounds good to me.” I said, “Sounds fantastic to me.” “So Steve, what do you like to do?” He replied, “I like to get my cock sucked and then jam it in a hole and work it hard.” Uncle responded, “Right to the point. So you’re a top? I’m a top too.” I thought, there goes my hole again. Still sore from the night before, I took another stiff belt of Jack Daniels. As we talked, it turned out that Steve, a player, had fucked a number of the college bros at the local university. His treasure trail was well worn. I looked over again at his crotch and with all the rubbing, he now had a wet spot in his jeans where his cock ended. I turned to him and said, “My muscles require high protein intake.” He said, “Come and get some.” I got out of my chair, knelt on the floor before him, unbuttoned his jean and discovered he wasn’t wearing any boxers. His tanned, smooth young man meat popped out and stood erect. I quickly opened wide and wrapped my tongue and lips around his shaft. The sweet taste of precum filled my senses as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his impaler. As I began to work his man tool, he removed his shirt exposing a carved smooth muscled chest with tan nipples. At the same moment, my uncle removed his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. The young stud looked over and saw the older stud and in that moment he recognized that he had met his future self, the ultimate Alpha males. He would arrogantly show his developed fucking skills, while at the same time, watch the older stud and learn techniques only years of experience could provide. Steve grabbed the back of my head and shoved me head down to the base of his muscle cock and began to work my throat. As he began to face fuck me, he turned an grinned at my uncle. My uncle stood up, turned and walked out of the kitchen. Steve let go of my head and I moved to lick his light blond treasure trail up to his chest. I swirled my tongue around his nipples and licked the cavern between his muscle chest. This young alpha male had earned his cockiness. He was hot, knew he was hot, and enjoyed working his sexuality. His lean chiseled wrestlers bod oozed total dominator. As I stood to remove my cloths, I turned and saw my uncle standing in the doorway, naked, not yet erect, but ready to go another round. The 31 year old stud alpha male’s presence demanded attention. He watched as I stripped and then reached for some more Daniel’s. Steve remained leaning back in the chair, his cock at full mast. My uncle motioned for us to go to the front room. I knew what that meant and my hole flexed. Steve stood up, grabbed some Daniel’s for himself, and we went to the living room. As we approached the couch, I noticed lube and poppers on the coffee table. Not hesitating, I reach for the poppers and opened the bottle. Placing my finger to one side of my nose I hot a strong sniff, knowing that I needed to relax my hole for the pounding that was about to occur. Steve reached for lube and thoroughly rubbed a generous coating on his cock and then sat on the sofa. At that moment I realized that all the teasing in the galley at work was over, I was about to get railed by the young stud. I turned and as I moved over his cock, he grabbed my hips and worked my hole down to his base. Still loose from the night before I was ready for a thrashing. His strong hands pulling my body down on his cock, and bodily strength thrusting his meat upwards caused me to gasp for air and groan. As Steve began to dominate my hole, I looked over and saw my uncle beginning to rub his monster cock. Round two was about to begin. He walked over, pulled me off Steve’s cock, turned me around and I began to clean the tool which I had ridden. As I did leaned over I felt an even larger weapon at the entrance to my hole. I knew exactly what that meant. As Steve once more grabbed by head and force his meat down my throat, I felt my uncle’s cock enter my hole and begin to drive deep. Caught between two alpha males I was not going to walk right for a week. As my uncle continued to thrust deep the slapping of his balls against my ass was a sound that got me harder and harder. I could taste Steve getting close as the pre-cum salted my lips. I swirled my tongue around his enormous cock and his force on my head grew more aggressive. As he arched back, he began to shot his load. I sucked down each drop. Pulled my head off so that I could see cum dripping of the tip and licked each protein filled drop off his shaft. I continued to suck is as he moaned. Not long after my uncle’s firm hands on my hips got tighter as he began to shoot his load deep down my guts. Thrusting back and forth I could feel his cock pumping load after load into my sloppy hole. The top alpha male was teaching the younger alpha how to properly use a man. As he pulled out I could feel my hole gaping wide as the cum dripped down my leg. I reach back with my hand to scoop up his hot load and licked my hand tasting every warm cum bit of his man juice. As lay exhausted on the coach, my uncle told Steve next up was a foursome with his friend. For this, we would go downstairs to the dungeon.

Next Day Back at work the next night, Steve, the young blond muscle cook, said that he had spoken with his buddy that morning and he told him about what had gone on at my uncle’s house. I didn’t know what to say. I focused on getting steaks out and making sure the waitresses were happy. We were behind the counter and only visible from the waist up. With the tongs in his right hand he would put steaks on the plate and then in the window while with his left hand he was slowly rubbing his crotch. His broad shoulders, tiny waist, tanned skin and well defined arms were distracting. He began to once again lift his shirt so that his light blond treasure trail was visible. As he leaned over the counter his crotch would rub on the metal prep station. He glanced over with a devilish grin while licking his lips. I continued to work but after a short while I said I needed his help in the walk-in to pull some boxes of steaks to thaw. We went into the walk-in, I turned and placed my hand on his crotch to discover a rock hard totem pole. I whispered in his ear, “after work”. We went back into the galley and continued to pump out steaks. When the shift ended, I turned and said, “let’s go.” We went out the back door of the kitchen and to the vehicles. I turned and said, “Listen, I’m going to my uncle’s for a stop on the way home. Want to go with me?” He turned and said sure. I responded, follow me in your truck. He grinned and shock his head yes. Immediately I felt my cock begin to rise in anticipation of what could be cumming. It was Saturday night and I didn’t know if my uncle was home or what would be happening if we surprised him. Going for it, I hopped in my car and began to drive with the young muscle stud in tow. My heart was pounding knowing that this young stud was about to show me what he was made of. Muscle, no body fat, spring in his step, cocky as hell, this had all the makings of a sweaty uninhibited fuck session where all holes were filled. As I pulled up to the house, I noticed the light on in the front room and only his car in the driveway. Steve pulled up behind me, got out of his car. I grabbed whiskey from my trunk and Steve joined me as we approach the front door. It was 10:30 pm. I rang the door bell.

Why hadn’t Kevin come back? Nigel looked at the naked man and the heavy, drooling cock and felt his sensible, rational self fading before the lust he felt. Slowly, he raised his tee shirt over his head, hooked his thumbs in his shorts, then pushed them down and stepped out of his clothes. His face was red with embarrassment as he felt Bill’s eyes on his chubby body and ashamed at his small cock and balls hanging below his ample belly. Bill moved towards him “So...you want to stay then?” Nigel felt the heat from the man’s body and gasped as Bill took his hand and curled it around his penis. It was warm and the skin was smooth. His fingers stroked it and were soon coated in Bill’s precum. Bill lifted Nigel’s hand and licked the cum from his fingers. Nigel shivered with lust and fear and Bill smiled. “Let’s go upstairs and find Kevin, shall we? I’m sure everyone’s checking him out by now.” Bill led the way up the narrow stairs, giving Nigel a close up view of his backside. As he climbed, the hairy buttocks parted to reveal a dark cleft glistening with some kind of lube. Nigel swallowed hard. He was excited by Bill’s bum, but also worried about what might happen next. They reached the landing. Kevin’s tool bag was outside the toilet but he wasn’t there. Nigel heard a TV and voices coming from a room across the way and followed Bill to the doorway. He felt really nervous about being seen naked as Bill stood back and pushed him inside. There were several men in the room on two couches. A TV on the wall was showing porn, but it wasn’t what made Nigel gasp with shock. Two old men sat on the filthy couches stroking erections as a nude man knelt beside them being fucked in his fat arse by a short, muscular black guy with a bald head and rings in his dark nipples. As he thrust back and forth, Nigel saw his cock was bare and glistening with cum or lube. The kneeling man groaned and turned his head and his eyes went wide as he saw Nigel standing in the door way. “K...Kevin!” Gasped Nigel. Kevin smiled and just knelt there being fucked. “But...he’s doing it...bareback!” Bill’s hand slid over Nigel’s back and cupped his buttocks. “Of course he is.” His finger slid between the soft mounds and probed Nigel’s arsehole. “He’s going to feel some sperm in him soon and he’ll get pregnant.” Nigel paled as he realised what that meant. But he couldn’t stop watching as the black guy’s thrusts became more urgent. He grabbed Kevin’s hips and grunted softly. He shuddered in orgasm and when he’d finished, he pulled a long, cum smeared cock out of Kevin’s rectum. “There you go!” laughed Bill. “Thanks,” grunted the black guy. He came over and winked at Nigel who was transfixed by the dripping cock hanging beneath his belly. “Mmmm,” He said. “Nice arse. I’ll give you my babies later.” Kevin sank down onto the couch. He could feel the spunk dripping out of his arsehole onto the filthy material. He looked at Kevin standing, nude, in the doorway being fely up by Bill. The lad was obviously excited by what he had seen but also unsure and fearfuk about this room full of toxic old men. “Well, Nigel.” He said. “You’ve seen me being bred now. Why don’t you sit down over here and relax for a bit.” Bill pushed Nigel gently into the room and he went over to the sofa on rubbery legs. The two old men made a space and he sat between them, feeling the heat ad sweaty smell of their old bodies. The thin one he had seen before said “I’m Sid, and this isArthur.” The other man was shorter, older and when he grinned he revealed a mouthful of broken and blackened teeth. He was sporting a thick erection which rose up from a metal ring at it’s base and he licked his lips when he saw Nigel stare at it. Nigel looked away red faced. He couldn’t believe what he’d seen. He wasn’t stupid. He realised this dirty old men were toxic and he’d probably seen his aunt’s husband being pozzed. He squirmed and felt he should go, and yet it was so exciting to be here naked. Arthur produced a small brown bottle which he sniffed. It smelt like solvent and the whiff of it made Nigel’s heart beat and he felt languid and sexy. “So,” said Sid “You’re Kevin’s nephew.” As he spoke, he took Nigels hand and wrapped it rounf his stiiff cock. “N...no..”replied Nigel. “He’s married to my aunt.” He watched as Kevin sniffed the bottle and sagged back playing with a small cock beneath his belly. “Are you going soon, Arthur?” Asked Sid, ignoring Nigel’s reply. “Yeah, got to see a man in town” He pushed the bottle under Nigel’s nose and the youth felt the poppers sweep through him, washing away his anxiety and making him feel in heat. He felt hands gently raise and push him until he was kneeling on the sofa. He heard Sid say “Nice young man you’ve got here, Kevin.” as he rubbed something cold and slippery into Nigel’s arsehole. He jumped at this intimate contact as Arthur got heavily off the sofa and went behind him. He felt his boney fingers on his hips and then the heavy cock pushed against his hole. “W...wait...ooof..it hurts!” He wailed Kevin reached over and put the bottle under Nigel’s nose. “Just relax, Nigel” He whispered. “Let him in.” Nigel gasped and then the old man’s cock stretched him wider, wider and then slid up him in a rush. He groaned as he was impaled and then the man began to slide in and out, his balls slapping against his own. “Nice,” said Sid. “ What time have you got to be in town?” Arthur was picking up the pace, enjoying the feel of the lad’s rectum around his cock. “Oh..ahh...in about an hour.” He gasped “Gonna cum soon!” Nigel shook with the thrusts as the poppers wore off. He realised the man was intent on cumming toxic spunk in him and the thought made him excited and fearful at the same time. Kevin stroked his head “Shhhh.”He said. “You know you want it. It will be over soon.” Arthur was thrusting madly back and forth and then he cried out, pushed against Nigel’s bum and he felt the penis in him throb and throb as it spurted inside him. The old man stepped back and pulled out his cock and slapped Nigel’s bum. “Phew! Thanks!” Bill laughed and went off downstairs with Arthur. Sid stood up and moved into position. “It’s in you now, Nigel.” Kevin said. “We’ll make sure your pregnant before we go home, shall we?” As he spoke, Sid’s cock slid easily up inside Nigel’s arse through the lube and Arthur’s spunk and he sagged in surrender beneath the old man’s thrusts...

Kevins story continued By the time Kevin showered and dressed, he was beginning to feel embarrassed and slightly ashamed at what he had done. He mumbled goodbye to Bill at the desk and headed for his truck. He should never have succumbed to them. But after all, he thought, hadn’t he enjoyed it? The succession of cocks in his arse had been so sexy. He unlocked and got inside. What about taking it bare from those toxic old trolls? He was pretty sure Eric had been converted in that disgusting old sauna – what if he was also pregnant now? Yet, he thought, they were so free, so animal like and breeding each other as nature intended. He realised his tiny cock was stiff in his jeans and the tee shirt under his tits was wet with sweaty excitement. He started up and headed for home. His wife met him at the door. “You’re late” She said with a sneer. “Where’ve you been?” “Busy” He replied, wilting under her gaze. “You know Eric’s sick. I had to cover for him today.” “He told me when I phoned him to find out where you were.” She said “At that sauna he spends so much time at. Did you have a nice time there?” He paled. Did she know? Had Eric told her? She laughed. “I don’t care what you’ve been up to. You’re no use to me!” Kevin went through to the living room and groaned aloud. Sitting watching the television was his wife’s nephew, a fat, spotty youth called Nigel who usually treated Kevin with as much disdain as his aunt. “Hello Nigel.” He said. Nigel glanced at him and carried on watching TV. Kevin sighed and went to make himself some tea. His wife came in to the kitchen. “How long is he staying?” Asked Kevin. “A couple of days,” she replied. “I told him he could come out with you tomorrow as I’m off to meet a friend.” It didn’t appeal to Kevin at all to spend a day with Nigel putting him down. And then he remembered he’d promised to go back to the sauna to check his work was ok. Should he introduce the irritating Nigel to Bill, Sid and Arthur? He grinned to himself. Maybe….he thought.

The local priest - mid 20s, just ordained....

I think it’s because they know that they can do the shit with you that they could never get away with at home because it could forever change their relationship -you can’t unsee the nasty deep shit and you never see them the same again so basically you take it all out on the holes who aren’t gonna judge you or hold it against you later

Part 16 Robert gave me his wide grin when he saw me in the doorway naked. (I'd looked through the peephole to make sure it was him before I opened the door.) “Damn, baby,” he said. “Looks like you're ready for me.” Then looking into my black dilated pupils he chuckled and added, “Yeah, looks like you're ready for sure.” He walked in and I quickly closed and locked the door behind him. Before I had turned all the way back around he grabbed me from behind and wrapping his arms around me turned my head back towards him and put his lips against mine and shoved his thick tongue into my mouth. I moaned against his lips and felt my cock reach full hardness at once. Finally ending the kiss he slid an arm around my waist and turned toward the bed where Greg was still sitting on Chad's hard raw cock. From the look on both of their faces they were not disappointed at all with seeing the sexy man who had just joined us. And they hadn't even seen him naked yet! Robert squeezed one of my asscheeks and whistled. “I was expecting just you and your little brother. But one more works for me. They're both hot as hell! Who's who?” I quickly made the introductions, explaining how Greg was an unexpected addition to the night, and telling Robert that Chad and I had both fucked him already. “And,” I said with a gleam in my eye, “Greg's married too. Just like me.” I knew Robert would like that. And he did. “Fucking hot!” he said. “Two hot sexy white married cheaters and one horny young twis*ed fucker into incest.” He eyed all three of us and asked if we wanted to take a few minutes to get acquainted first or if we were ready to get our orgy started. Chad, high as fuck already from the booze and drugs, and always the eager pig, didn't hesitate, saying, “We can get acquainted while we fuck and suck each other!” Robert laughed and looking at me said, “He's as sleazy as you told me!” “Even sleazier since I got him smoking tina earlier tonight,” I answered with a wide grin. “So fucking sweet,” he said giving me a quick kiss. “Guess I better get naked and join in the fun.” As he stepped away from me to get undressed I was surprised and turned on at the same time to see Greg raise up off of Chad's cock and quickly get off the bed and come over to Robert. “Let me help you,” he said huskily, and took hold of the bottom of Robert's tee shirt and pulled it up and over his head. “Mmmmm,” Greg moaned in appreciation at the hard muscled black body, and immediately started running his hands across Robert's flesh. Not wanting to be left out I'm sure, Chad walked over to Robert and Greg and dropping to his knees wasted no time unsnapping and unzipping his shorts, yanking them down to his feet. Robert was commando so as soon as his shorts were pulled down his huge black tool was poking into my little brother's face. With a deep growl Chad opened his mouth and started working to get as much of Robert's thickness into his mouth as he could. While Chad and Greg worked over Robert's naked chocolate flesh I grabbed the pipe and lighter and offered them to Robert. He looked at how I had the bowl full and said, “Looks like you remember what I taught you,” then flicked the lighter. As he inhaled I stared into his eyes and whispered, “Yeah, I remember everything you taught me and showed me.” Blowing out his first cloud he raised his eyebrows and smiled at me. “Everything?” he asked. “Hell yeah!” I answered. “All of it!” Grinning, he took another big hit from the pipe and asked, “Do these fuckers know?” Chad and Greg were both on their knees now sharing the enormous cock between their lips. I was sure they weren't paying attention to our conversation but I still whispered as I answered Robert. “All they know so far is how you got me into doing meth and that it made me want your cock like fucking crazy!” “And everything I had to give you from my cock, right?”, he asked with a lewd growl. “Hell yes!” I answered. He blew out another cloud, kissed me and said, “I guess we'll find out if they want it as bad as you do.” He pulled on Chad's head to get his attention. “Why don't you get behind me and eat my hole, man? Let me see if you're as good at it as your big brother is.” He winked at me and I felt my heart beat increase. I knew that wasn't all Robert wanted to find out. Chad quickly scrambled on his knees and situated himself behind Robert. “Hot fucking ass!” he breathed as he grabbed Robert's hard globes and kneaded them. Leaning forward he ran his lips and tongue across the muscled cheeks as I watched him in anticipation. Suddenly, I saw his body stiffen and then he pulled back from Robert's ass. He looked at me with a face full of different emotions. Then he said to Robert while his eyes were still locked on mine, “Nice tattoo, dude. Does that mean what I think it means?” I knew he had seen Robert's scorpion tattoo and apparently knew what it meant. (to be continued)

This was my experience: I was married young, one time an opportunity came up and a gay man wanted to blow me. I worked nights and the wife went to school during the day so our sex life was when we could that left me frustrated. I felt guilty but it was the best bj I ever had. Things didn't work out with us due to multiple things, knew we just weren't compatible, and divorced although amicably. Fast forward, met the love of my life. Her and I were perfect for each other and sex was amazing. I did view gay and trans porn from time to time but never even thought about cheating on her. In 2021, she passed away in a horrible car accident. I was devastated to say the least. About 8 months later, I had met a guy thru work. I am a general contractor and meet tons of people. This guy is a manager at a apartment complex that we were doing work for. He had heard aboit my wife and we talked quite a bit. He was very nice and friendly. I knew he was gay, but didn't think anything about it as I don't judge like that. Work was coming to an end there and he gave me his number and said to call anytime if I just needed to talk or grab a drink. We did just that. Since he lived about 2 hours from me I decided to get a hotel room because I knew I'd have a few drinks. After long conversation and a few drinks, he opened up to me completely. He explained that he does very dirty things that he can't control and is HIV pos but totally undetectable. I was thrown back. Here is this 5'8", 155 lbs, solid, black man that is one of the nicest guys I've ever met. I asked what he meant and he went into full detail about how he will not and cannot refuse any man that want to fuck him. That he's been bred over and over in gangbangs, video stores, etc. He sensed that I didn't believe him and shows me the vids. He notices that I am hard as a rock so asks me if we can go to my room to veiw them more and he'll blow me. He did and then begged me to blow my load on his perfect hole, I did and the t was it. I met a great woman and started dating her. She is absolutely great in the sack but my friend kept sending me vids and pics saying if I was on Prep, I could feel his hole. Long story short, I did and I fucked him harder than ever. I don't have to worry about him becoming too clingy, giving me guilt trips, don't have to meet family, etc that comes with relationships with a woman and he just wants my loads. Now, I set up his gangbangs. I only let decent size cocks fuck him, keep him safe from assholes that may have thieving intentions, and keep him totally full of raw cum. I fuck a load into him first and last. It's something that I couldn't do with a woman because if the bs emotions that most women get and his ass is better than any womans ass over ever had.

I would love to use this to dump deep inside you