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I stayed there and rubbed my cock thru my shorts. About 5 minutes later another guy walked in. He had a body odor smell. He stuck his cock thru and my eyes opened wide. It was a thick 8" black cock. He smelled dirty but his cock was gorgeous. He might have been homeless. The campus has a few there. They don't bother anyone and they usually keep to themselves. They use campus showers and bathrooms. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked him. He started to moan. I tasted his salty and grime on his cock. I started to deep throat him and he started to buck and moan. "Uhhh fuck. Damn faggot you got a nice throat." he said as he started to push against the divider. He cock reaching my tonsils he was so long. I kept sucking him. He started to leak a lot of precum. I kept at it sucking his huge thick meat. "Fuck bitch giving me your pussy. I know how to make it feel good" he said "No sorry just sucking tonight" I said "Alright have it your way. You are missing out" he said He started to pump down my throat. After a few minutes he started to moan loudly and said "Here it comes bitch" as he started to spurt huge cum into my mouth. Between his size and the amount of cum I some of it started to leak out of my mouth. I caught it was my hand and swallowed and put it back on his cock and sucked it all up. "Damn you one cum whore aren't you" he said moaning and still hard and pushing thru the hole. I was amazed after cumming and me kept sucking him he kept hard and pushing thru. I could also taste cum leak from his cock. After another 5 minutes he moaned and started to cum again. Granted not as much but another 3-4 spurts of cum. I just sucked, tasted and swallowed. "Damn bitch you are one fucking cum whore" he said He pulled back zipped up and left. I licked my lips and fingers of his cum. I had sucked off two strangers, one who was homeless. I was still horny and also felt very alone. here in a men's bathroom on campus on a Friday night. What had my life become?

Chapter 1 - The First Step I have seen a lot of people say that bareback play can be a slippery slope and I agree. This is my story. The events have taken place over many years. The basic information in this story is absolutely true but I may take some liberties with the story-telling to "spice things up." A little about me. I am currently in my early fifties. I grew up in a small, conservative town in western New York state. I went to college in the mid 1990's. I was lucky to get a job right out of college and moved into an apartment in a town near Buffalo NY. I was on my own for the first time in my life. I had always been a very sexual person but had no experience prior to being on my own. I had explored the internet and started to develop my interests. I was highly attracted to women but also found that I was intrigued with domination and submission with me being submissive. I got involved with playing with a dominant woman that introduced me into a lot of things. I found that I enjoyed being pegged but never got it as often as I would have liked. Our play was also very sporadic with very long breaks at different times. During one of those many breaks, I started exploring other sites and found gay.com chat. I would talk with various people on there but I wasn't gay so it never went anywhere. During one of the many chats, a guy that I was chatting with introduced me to a barebacking site. I read stories about submissives getting barebacked by dominant tops. I found that these stories spoke to my submissive side. Giving myself to a dominant top that would fuck me bareback really seemed to interest me. Of course, I needed to be careful. This continued for months. I would talk to guys in chat but wouldn't meet. The guys that interested me the most were the dominant bareback tops. Eventually, I met with a guy and I sucked him off in his car and swallowed his load. This was the beginning of my slide down the slope. I found that I enjoyed servicing the tops and swallowing their loads. They never did anything to me. I was there to service them. It appealed to my submissive side but I still felt unfulfilled. During one of my chats with a dominant top, we talked about my fantasies. I mentioned my submissive side and that I was interested in being bred bareback. He mentioned that bareback is the only way that he fucks. This excited me but also made me nervous. We talked about status and he told me that he was negative. I told him that I was definitely negative and had only been fucked with dildos before. He told me that the real thing was much better. I jerked off to the idea and signed off. I signed on the next day and chatted with other people but each time, it ended up with me jerking off to getting bred bareback and signing off. This continued for a while. Then, one day when I signed on, the dominant top was online again. I sent him a message. "Hello Sir. How are you?" "Hello boy. I'm ok. How about you?" "Doing ok, Sir. Horny as always but ok." "Why don't you come here then so that I can finally breed you?" "That excites me but I am nervous, Sir." "Not a problem, boy. Then how about this. You come here and suck me off this time." "Yes Sir. I think I can do that." "OK. Good. Here is my address." He sent me his address. It was about a twenty minute drive. I freshened up and drove to his house. My heart was pounding for the entire drive. Thoughts were racing through my head. Would he fuck me? If he does, it would be bareback. Am I ready for that? Yeah but he said I was just going there to suck him off. I can do that. I've sucked off several guys before. Maybe if I do a good job and I feel comfortable, he might fuck me the next time. I pulled up to his house. It was a small house but it looked real nice. I got out of the car and walked to his door and knocked. A minute later, the door opened and I stepped inside. He was about my height, a little chubby but not heavy with thin salt and pepper colored hair. He was only wearing a robe. "Strip and leave your clothes here." "Yes Sir." I removed and folded up my clothes and placed them on the floor near the door. "Good. Follow me." I was even more nervous as I followed him to the back of his house and into a bedroom. He removed his robe and walked over to the bed and sat on the end. "OK. Get over here and start sucking me." "Yes Sir." I walked over to the bed and knelt in front of him. His cock was already semi-hard. I tentatively took the head of his growing cock into my mouth. I licked around the head and tasted his precum. I moved my head down his shaft and took as much of his cock into my mouth. It was about average size and thickness. I was enjoying sucking his cock. "Good boy. I am going to lay back on the bed. I want you to get your tongue under balls to my ass." I released his cock from my mouth and he moved back on the bed a little. He pulled his legs back. I stood up and moved closer. I had never done this before. I licked the bottom of his shaft and over his balls. I worked under and started licking underneath. I continued down and flicked my tongue over the area between his balls and ass. He moaned. I worked my way back up to his balls and back down again. He moaned again. "OK stop. You've made me real horny." I stopped licking and kneeled back down. He got up. "Wait here." I stayed kneeling ready to serve. A moment later he returned. "Stand up and give me your hands." I stood up and held my hands out. He closed my hands together and started to wrap some rope around my wrists. I didn't understand why he was doing that. After several wraps, he made a light knot that held my hands together at the wrists. He pulled me by the rope to one of the posts on the bed. I grabbed the post and he started wrapping the rope around the post. I didn't know how I would be sucking him off in this position. He finished securing my wrists around the post. "Better. Bend over at the waist and spread those legs." I did as I was told. I felt very vulnerable. He got between my legs and started to rub his fingers in my crack. They felt wet. He kept rubbing and then stopped at my hole. He pushed a finger in a little and pulled it out. His finger returned to my hole and it was wet again. He pushed in more and pulled out. He repeated but with two fingers. He fucked my hole a little with his two fingers and then pulled out. I heard some lube being squirted and the sound of stroking. He moved closer between my legs and then I felt his cock. It was in my crack. I had not expected this. I was supposed to be sucking him off but I knew this is what I really wanted. He started to apply steady pressure and I felt the head of his cock pop in. Then, I remembered what he told me. He only fucks bareback. I had a raw cock in my hole. I was nervous but this felt great. He continued to push in. There was only slight discomfort. Once he was all the way in, he put his hands on my shoulders and started to slowly fuck me. I never knew it could feel this good. I was getting lost into how good it felt as he fucked me. He used a constant, regular pace and pushed deep each time, using the grip on my shoulders to give him leverage. After a few minutes, he started to pick up the pace and then he pushed in deep and held still. I didn't feel him cumming but I knew that he was cumming in me. This was the first time. He pulled out and backed away. I heard him fumbling behind me and then returned to release the ropes on my hands. Once done, he escorted me back to the front door. I got dressed. "Thanks boy. I needed that." "Me too, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I finished dressing and then walked to my car and drove off. I had just had a raw cock in me and now I have his cum in me. I drove around to a few errands knowing that cum was probably dripping out of me. Once I got done, I headed home and stripped. There was some wetness in my underwear. I stuck a finger into my hole. It was wet. I tasted it. It tasted like cum. This was amazing but I had better not continue to do this. It's too risky. _______________________ Chapter 2 - The second step From there, I continued to chat with guys online but I stopped hooking up. I told myself it was a one-time thing. Months passed and then I started chatting with a different top. He introduced me to BBRT. There, I discovered there were a bunch of others out there that were into bareback sex. I created a profile and made sure I chose "Negative Only" for "Your status". I checked out the profiles and found guys that were negative, some didn't know or care about their status, and some showed undetectable or positive. I made sure that I stuck to guys that said they were negative. I continued to chat with guys on gay.com and reached out to guys on BBRT. I jerked off often to the chats but it never went anywhere. Eventually, I started chatting with a guy that was on BBRT and gay.com. His BBRT profile said that he was negative. We had a lot of hot chats talking about bareback sex. He was a top and only fucked bareback. He brought up the idea of poz/neg play. At first, it freaked me out but the more he talked about it, the more exciting it started to sound. Obviously, it isn't anything that I would ever do but it sounded hot. It encouraged me to start reading some poz/neg stories. I really enjoyed the stories where the poz top told the bottom that they were poz as they were cumming. After weeks of chatting, we agreed that I would go to his house to get bred. I douched my hole, showered and headed to his house. During the thirty minute drive, a lot of thoughts went through my head. I had doubts if I should do it but my horniness took over and I ended up at his house. I went to the side door as he requested and knocked. He came to the door and let me in. He was a tall, stocky guy. He led me to the bedroom. We both stripped and I immediately knelt and started sucking his cock. It was a little larger than the first guy that barebacked me but not too much different. After he was hard, he told me to get on the bed in doggie. I got up and got into position. He climbed on the bed behind me. He asked "Ever do poppers?" "Not yet. I've read stories with them but haven't done them before." "Want to try?" "Not this time. Maybe next time." "OK. Spread your cheeks." I reached behind myself and spread my ass cheeks. He squirted some lube in my crack and on my hole. He used his finger to scoop up some of the lube and pushed some into me. He pulled out and repeated. Then, he replaced his single finger with two fingers. Instead of just pushing lube in, he started to slowly finger fuck me. When pushing in, I could feel his fingers hitting the sides. It felt good but I also remembered the stories where the poz top roughed up the bottom's hole. He withdrew his fingers and then I felt his raw cock at my hole. This was the second time that I had ever had a raw cock about to enter me. Was I ready this? I was so horny and I knew that I needed cock and neither he nor I wanted condoms. Should I tell him that I changed my mind? He pushed into me. My hesitation immediately disappeared. Yes. This is what I want. He pushed until he was all the way in. His cock felt great. No discomfort at all. Just pleasure. I heard the sound of him inhaling something behind me. Then a second time. It must be poppers. He started to slowly fuck me. "Like that raw cock in you?" "Oh yes, Sir. It feels great." "Your hole is nice and tight." He picked up the pace slightly but kept a nice steady pace. It felt so good. I enjoyed the first time that I was fucked but this was better. "You told me that you enjoyed those poz/neg stories?" "Oh yes, Sir. They were hot." "Which were your favorite?" "The ones where the bottom finds out as he is getting bred." I felt his cock swell and it made me jump. He picked up the pace. "mmmmmm. Those are hot. I enjoy the ones where the top tells the bottom that he is neg but is really poz." Hearing those words hit me differently. Is he talking about himself? He said he was negative. Was he actually poz? If so, I have a poz cock in me. Did he rough up my hole to poz me? He should pull out but his cock feels so good. He started to pick up the pace. "I am really enjoying your neg hole. Am about to tell you my status." I was scared but it was exciting me at the same time. Is he going to tell me that he is poz? He pushed in hard and then he said it. "I'm neg." I couldn't tell if I was relieved or disappointed when he told me that he was neg. Was he lying to me anyway? I was confused. He held in me for a moment and then pulled out. "Thank you, Sir." "Thanks. That was hot. I love verbal poz/neg play." I got off the bed and we both got dressed. "That was hot. I didn't expect to get turned on by it but I did." "Yeah. I enjoy it too." After dressing, he led me to the door. I left, got into my car and drove home. Once I got home, my thoughts really ran wild. Was he actually neg? Was he poz? He said he enjoyed stories where the top said they were neg but were actually poz. Why was I conflicted when he told me that he was neg? Why am I so hard? I stripped and stuck a finger in my hole. I fucked it a few times and brought it to my mouth. I could taste the cum on it. I kept remembering our session while jerking off. I kept going over what he said to me. I thought about what he said when he came. As I got I got to my edge, I said it. "I'm poz." I came hard. Immediately after, the guilt set in. What had I done? It's ok. He didn't say that he was poz. He said he was neg. It's ok. I told myself that I needed to not do that again. Stick to neg guys if I want to get fucked again. __________________________________ Chapter 3 - The Third Step I didn't hook up with anyone for a long time while I waited to see if I got the fuck flu. After several months, I still didn't get sick. He was neg. I'm good. Over the next year or so, I hooked up only a couple of times. Both times, it was with guys that were definitely negative and recently tested. I enjoyed the bareback sex but for some reason it didn't capture the excitement that I had with the guy that got into verbal poz/neg play. I continued to use BBRT and check out all of the local profiles. One night, a guy sent me a message on there that intrigued me. He was a top that was in town for the night and was looking for a bottom. I checked out his profile. It said he was undetectable. I knew from my reading that undetectable guys are very safe. In many cases, they are safer than guys that claim they are neg but this was a big step. He is poz. Conflicting thoughts raced through my head. Should I meet him? It's safe but he's also poz. I found myself replying to him. "Good evening Sir. I am a negative bottom that is looking to get bred." I gave him my cellphone number. A couple of minutes later, I received a text. "Hey. Cool. I am poz undetectable and looking to fuck. I prefer bareback but if you want condoms, I can try." "No Sir. I hate condoms. I have never been with anyone that is poz but I am willing." "Cool. Again. I am undetectable and recently tested." "It's all good. When and where?" He replied with his hotel information and told me that he was ready. I told him that I was going to prep and then head his way. He told me to let him know when I got there and he would give me the room number. I prepped and headed his way. Thoughts were racing through my head the entire time. This was a big step. I have never been with someone that was poz. Even though he was undetectable, the risk wasn't zero. I pulled into the hotel parking lot. My underwear was soaked. My cock had been leaking the entire drive. I was extremely turned on. I sent him a text. "Great. I am in room 229." "On my way up." I gulped and got out of the car. I was shaking as I walked across the parking lot and into the hotel. I walked through the lobby and took the elevator up to the second floor. My shaking got worse as I walked to the room. I took a couple of deep breaths and knocked on the door. A moment later, the door opened and I stepped inside. He was a thin guy with a swimmer's build. He was wearing mesh shorts and no shirt. His cock was clearly visible. I immediately stripped down and followed him toward the bed. I knelt and he pulled his shorts down. His hard cock sprung up. It was probably 7" long and average thickness. I took the head into my mouth. I had a poz cock in my mouth. I licked the tip and tasted his precum. I have poz precum in my mouth. He pushed his cock deeper in my mouth until I started to gag. He pulled out and pushed it back in until I gagged again. I didn't stop. I continued to try to please his cock. After several minutes, he pulled out of my mouth. "Time for me to fuck you with my poz cock. Get on your back on the edge of the bed. I want to be looking into your eyes when my poz cock goes in and when I breed you." Nervously, I got up, walked to the bed and got on. I had never been fucked on my back before. It has always been in doggie. He came over and got in between my legs. He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed until my butt was on the very edge. I pulled my legs back as he got closer. I looked down. His cock was just inches from me. He moved closer and I felt his cock at the entrance. He grabbed his lube and squirted some on his cock. He rubbed it in my crack and returned it to the entrance. There was a poz cock right at the entrance. Then, he started to push in until the head popped in. I had a poz cock in me. I leaned back as he continued to push into me. Once he was fully in me, he leaned over me so he could look into my eyes. "You finally have poz cock inside you. There's no going back now." I felt my cock jump. He started to slowly fuck me. It was intense looking into his eyes as he was fucking me. His eyes were deep blue and had an intense gaze. He started to pick up the pace. "You like my poz cock?" "Oh yes, Sir. It's amazing." "Soon, you will have my poz load in you." My cock jumped again. He smiled and started to fuck me faster. I could see the pleasure increasing in his face. Then, he took a couple of quick thrusts and pushed in. He closed his eyes. He was cumming. He was filling me with poz cum. He held his cock in me for a few minutes and then slowly withdrew and stepped back. "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome." I got off the bed, got dressed, and left. Once I got home, again, tons of thoughts went through my head. I had just been fucked by a poz guy. He was undetectable but he was poz. I stripped and started to jerk off to what had happened. I thought about how exciting it was. I came when I thought about him dumping his poz load deep in me. Afterward, I had the post-nut clarity. What had I just done? I had let a poz guy breed me. It was amazing but that isn't something that I should do again. __________________________________ Chapter 3 - The Fourth Step As was the case after I got bred by the guy that was into verbal poz/neg play, I backed off from playing for a while. Again, I waited to see if I got the fuck flu but it never came. I continued to jerk off to stories and from the memories of my bareback adventures but didn't hook up with anyone. During this time, I learned that there was a gay bathhouse over the border in Ft. Erie, Ontario Canada. I had read so many stories about bathhouse play. It sounded hot but also very risky. My life continued this way for a while until one day, I saw a guy on BBRT that appeared to be about 20 miles away. His profile said he was undetectable. He was very muscular, shaved head, and a very hot looking cock. I sent him a message. "Are you looking to breed a bb btm today? If so, you can text me." I sent him my number. A few minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was him. "Got your message. Are you in Canada?" "Oh. I thought you were in the US." "Nope. In Canada. Can you come across the border?" "Yes. Are you hosting?" "No but we could meet at the Ft. Erie spa." I gulped. Did I want to go to the bathhouse? It should be fine. I could go meet him and then come home. It will be fun. "Sure. I can prep and head there now." "OK. Good. I am close to it. Text me when you get there." "Yes Sir." I douched and showered and headed out. When I got to the border, the Canadian border police asked why I was coming across the border. I told him that I was going to a famous restaurant in Ft. Erie. He didn't have a problem with it and I continued to the destination. It was a plain building at the end of a road. There was a couple of cars parked outside. I got out and headed in the door. There was a small window just inside. A guy appeared, looked at me, and buzzed the door. I went in and stood at the counter. "You want a room or a locker?" "Uhhh. I guess I will take a room." "No problem. This your first time here?" "Yes." He told me the price for a room and I gave him money. He handed me a key and a towel and explained where I should go to find the rooms. I thanked him and walked in. There was a lounge with one guy sitting watching porn on the television. I turned right and walked up the narrow stairs. At the top, there was a long hallway with a bunch of doors. I walked down the hall and found my room. I unlocked it and went in. It was very small with just a small bed and a locker. My heart was pounding. I took off all of my clothes except my socks and locked them in the locker. I sent a text to the top. "I'm there." "OK. I will be there in about 20 minutes. Meet you at the sling." I wrapped the towel around my waist, grabbed my key and walked out of the room to explore. On this floor there was a long line of rooms. All of the doors were closed. There was also a small area with a couch and tv. It was empty. I walked back down the hall and went down the stairs. The guy was still sitting in the lounge watching porn on the tv. I walked past him and down the hall. There were more rooms and a bathroom down the hallway. I kept walking and found another open spot. I walked in and saw it. There was a sling in the middle. I had heard about them but never saw one before. I hung my towel on a hook and walked over to the sling. I got at the end and pulled my butt up until I was sitting on it. I leaned back and adjusted myself until I felt like I was on it securely. I looked up. There were loops hanging near the top of the chains at my feet. I adjusted myself and was able to get each foot in the loop. I felt very exposed. It was hot. I stayed there for a few minutes. Once I got a feel for it, I hopped out and walked around some more. There was still only the guy in the lounge. I went back up to my room and checked my phone. No messages. I went back downstairs and headed to the sling room again. I put my towel on the hook and climbed back into the sling. I laid back and put my feet in the loops again. I adjusted myself until I was at the edge. I stayed in this position for a bit. I tried to relax but my heart was pounding. Then, he appeared. He was the guy that I was talking to online. He was just wearing a towel. His pictures were very accurate. He was an average-sized man with a good body. He had a small belly but he was muscular as well. His nipples were pierced. He removed his towel and placed it on a chair and walked over to my head. I turned my head and took his semi-hard cock in his mouth. It immediately started to grow until it was about 8 inches long and above-average thickness. My neck started to get sore trying to stay turned and suck his cock but I kept sucking. He pulled out and moved down between my legs. He grabbed some lube and squirted it in my crack and pushed some in with his finger. He replaced one finger with two fingers and worked more into my hole. He squirted some lube on his cock and started to push into my hole. This was the biggest cock that I had taken before and it was a bit uncomfortable. Once the head was in, he held a bottle to his nose, closed the other nostril and inhaled. He switched nostrils. It must have been poppers. He handed the bottle to me. "I've never done them before." "They will help. Do what I just did" I took the bottle in my hand, held it to my right nostril, and closed my left nostril. I inhaled, held for a second, and exhaled. My head started to spin a little. I switched nostrils and repeated. As I exhaled, he pushed more of his cock into me. "Again but inhale more sharply and hold longer." I switched back to my right nostril and inhaled harder and held. He pushed more of his cock into me. I exhaled and repeated with the left nostril. As I was holding, he pushed the remainder of his cock into me. My head was spinning. I laid back and started to get lost to the feeling. He took the bottle from my hand and inhaled in each of his nostrils. I felt his cock swell. He grabbed the chains and started to fuck me. "mmmm. I love fucking bottoms like you here. So open. Taking my raw cock with no questions." My head was still spinning. "Oh yes, Sir. I love it." "You said you were negative right?" "Yes Sir." "I'm poz but undetectable." "mmmmmmmm I love poz/neg play." I felt his cock swell. "mmmmmm It can definitely be fun." My head was still spinning as I felt him fucking me hard. "Such a good slut hole. Taking my hard poz cock. I am about to dump my poz load deep in you. Here it comes!" He grabbed my hips and pushed hard into me. I felt his cock swell and felt cum shooting deep in me. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I had never felt anyone actually cum in me before. Another first. He stayed in me for a minute and then pulled out. "Thanks, Sir." "Thank you. You going to be around for a bit? I am going to hang around for a while. Not sure if I will be able to fuck again. You really drained me." "OK. I may hang around a bit but we shall see." "OK. Have fun." My legs were a bit wobbly as I got out of the sling. I grabbed my towel and walked back towards my room. The top was sitting in the lounge with the other guy watching porn. We smiled at each other and I headed up to my room. I went in and got on the bed. I stuck a finger in my hole and then put it in my mouth. I savored the taste of the cum that was in there. I was just fucked but I was still horny. I left my room and walked around. There was nobody else there except the two in the lounge. I decided to head home. I got dressed, gathered my things, and headed back down. Nobody was in the lounge now. I checked out and drove home. When I got to the border, they asked me why I was in Canada. I told them that I went for lunch. He asked if it was good. I told him it was the best I had ever had. Once I got home, I followed my usual routine. I got naked, thought about my experience while I jerked off. Again, after I came, I had regret about what I had done. This time, the regret didn't seem to last as long. I found myself interested in going back to the bathhouse again. What was happening to me? __________________________________ Chapter 3 - The Fifth Step - A Big Twist In the next several months, I had gone back to the bathhouse a few times but had left frustrated each time. It was slow and I didn't manage to get bred at all. I was frustrated. In the meantime, I had talked with a lot of guys but it never went anywhere. I had found time to go to a local adult bookstore and bought a couple bottles of poppers. I started trying them when I jerked off and found that I became limp when using them. During this time, I also had a lot of good conversations with a Canadian guy named Jim. We started out talking online and then went to texting. "Hey Greg. How are you?" "Good. Horny to get bred as always but ok overall." "Cool. What are you into?" "I'm a submissive bb btm. Always looking to get bred." "mmmm. I am vers but became more of a top after I got pozzed." "Oh. You are poz?" "Yes but am on meds." "Ah ok. I am negative." "You on prep?" "No. Never been on prep." "Ah. Chasing?" I had read about chasing and had even jerked off to it many times but I was definitely not a chaser. "No Sir. Just enjoying bb sex. I am not a chaser." "No problem. I was a successful chaser." "Really? I have never talked to someone that chased." "Yep. I loved bb sex and knew that I would eventually get pozzed so I ended up seeking it out. Took a while before I got the gift but it was so much fun." "Wow. How did you end up getting it?" "I am not completely sure but I think it was after one of my visits to Steamworks in Toronto." We had many chats over the next few weeks. In all of them, there was a lot of poz talk and I found that I was horny each time. Then after a while, we talked about him breeding me. It made me a little nervous but since he was on meds, it was fine. Each time we tried to figure out a time and place, it just didn't seem to work out. After a couple of weeks, I ended up telling him that I was thinking of going to the Ft. Erie spa the next day. He mentioned that he might be able to make it but wasn't sure. The next day arrived. I prepped and sent him a text. "Are you available today?" I waited 15 minutes but got no response. "OK. I am heading out to the Ft. Erie spa." I waited another 15 minutes but still no response. I grabbed my poppers and lube and headed to Ft. Erie. As always, when I got to the border, I told them that I was meeting some friends for lunch. Afterward, I made my way to the bathhouse. It seemed a little busier than other times. It had three cars this time. I went in, paid my money for a room and headed in. I went into the room and locked my clothes in the locker. I checked my phone. Nothing. I sent him a text. "I'm at the bathhouse. I am going to walk around and will end up at the sling." No response. I took a hit of poppers and walked around. As usual, doors were closed. I heard some snoring coming from one of the rooms. Behind one of the doors, I could hear moaning. Someone was getting fucked. At least that was somewhat promising. I walked around some more and then went down and hopped in the sling. After several minutes, I got up and went back to my room. I checked my phone. Nothing. Looks like he has stiffed me. Typical. I hit the poppers and went back down and got into the sling again. I sat there for a few minutes and a guy came in. He was about my age, average size, and a little chubby. He came over to me and got between my legs. He dropped his towel, squirted some lube on his cock, jerked it a couple of times and pushed in. His cock was average size and slid in easily. I took hits of poppers in each nostril. He started fucking quickly and after several thrusts, he pushed in. He was cumming already. He stayed in me for a minute and started fucking again. He never withdrew. This time, he fucked me for several minutes and then pushed in me again. He held in me for a minute and then pulled out. He grabbed his towel and left the room. I was excited. I had no idea who he was and not a single word was spoken. I stayed in the sling. Several minutes later, the same guy came back into the room and got between my legs again. He stuck his finger in my hole and started fucking me with it. He dropped his towel, pulled his finger out, and pushed his cock in me. I hit the poppers in each nostril. He fucked me fast for a few minutes and then pushed in me again. He held still for a minute and started fucking me again. I have no idea how he could keep fucking after already cumming in me three times. This time, it took him longer to cum. After several minutes, he pushed in me and came again. He pulled out. "Enjoy those four loads." It was the first words he had spoken. "Thank you, Sir." He grabbed his towel and left. I stayed in the sling for several more minutes and finally climbed off. I headed toward my room and saw the guy was already dressed and heading out the door. I got back to my room and grabbed my phone. There was a message. It was from Jim. "Thanks slut. Enjoy those four loads." It was shocked. It was him. I thought he had stiffed me but he planned to just show up and breed me. "Thanks, Sir! I enjoyed them." No response. I decided that I had enough. I got dressed and drove home. When I got there, I did my usual ritual of reliving the experience and jerking off. My guilt returned but it was very minor. I enjoyed this. Several days passed. I was horny and I sent him a text message. I started jerking off. "Thanks again, Sir. I had fun." This time, he replied. "Thanks. I am glad. I enjoyed breeding you. I hadn't bred anyone in a while. Glad I could give you four loads." "Yes Sir. I have never had four loads in me at once before." I kept jerking off. "mmmm. I am glad I could give you four poz loads." "mmmmm Yes Sir. Four poz loads." I kept jerking off. I was getting closer to my edge. "Remember what I said? That I am poz but on meds?" "Yes Sir." I was almost to my edge. "It's true that I am on meds but they aren't working." My orgasm hit just as I saw that message. I came very hard. After I recovered, I looked at my phone again. What did he say? He said that the meds weren't working. "Wait. What do you mean?" "It means that I am poz and am taking meds but they haven't been effective against my strain." I grew scared. I enjoyed the fantasy and the risk but this was different. "ugh." "It's been several days. You might still have time to get pep. It might work." I was scared. I had gone too far. I went back through the chats. Nowhere had he said that he was undetectable. He only said that he was on meds. I resigned myself to becoming poz. As the next several weeks passed, I kept looking for any sign of the fuck flu but it never came. We continued to chat with each other and I continued to jerk off to the play. It even got to the point where we discussed possibly hooking up again. I knew that I probably shouldn't but still wanted to. As the weeks turned to months, we lost track of each other. __________________________________ Chapter 3 - The Sixth Step For a long time, I didn't hookup with anyone. I had gotten blood tests as part of normal doctor visits and it showed that I was still negative. During this time, I had changed jobs. As part of this job, I would go into the office on a Saturday once a month. Sometimes, I could get my work done early and it allowed me to have some free time after. For one of those Saturdays, I knew ahead of time that I would be done early. I was horny and needed to get bred. It had been a long time. I booked a local hotel for the evening and checked in before going to work. I went into work and took care of my job and then headed to the hotel. I got to my room and douched and prepared myself for the possibility of playing. I posted a party ad on BBRT looking for top breeders. I also hit the various apps looking for bareback tops. I got a few messages but they were flakes. Then, I got a message on BBRT. It was from a top that had a status of "Ask me". I responded to his message and told him that I was hosting in my hotel and gave him my number. A few minutes later, he texted me. "Hey. You looking to get bred tonight?" "Yes Sir. I am naked and doing poppers in my hotel room. What are you looking for?" "I am looking for a bareback bottom to breed." "Cool. I am ready whenever you are." "Where are you located?" I sent him the hotel name and address. "Cool. I am on my way. I will text you when I get there." "Can't wait." While I waited, I watched porn and hit my poppers. I put a towel on the bed, put the lube on the nightstand and turned off a bunch of the lights. About twenty minutes later, I got a text from him. "I'm here. Room number?" I responded with the room number. "Oh. I forgot to ask. Are you poz? neg? unsure?" "Poz" "On meds?" "No." My heart skipped a beat. He is poz and not on meds. He is toxic. I have never taken a known toxic load before. What should I do? I could just keep the door locked and not answer the door. While I was deciding what to do, I found myself walking to the door and propping it open. I went back to the bed and got in doggie position with my ass facing the door. A minute later, I heard someone walk in and close the door. I hit the poppers. I heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor. I hit the poppers again. I felt him climb on the bed behind me. I hit the poppers again. He rubbed my ass and ran his fingers in my crack. I heard the sound of the lube being opened and then he squirted it on my hole. He returned his finger to my hole and pushed in. He pulled out and pushed two fingers in. He pulled his fingers out and I heard the sound of lube being squirted again and then the sound of a cock being jerked. Then, I felt it. His hard cock was at the entrance of my hole. I hit the poppers hard and he pushed the head in. It felt great. He continued to slowly push until his entire cock was inside me. "mmmm. Love the feeling of your poz cock in my neg hole." "oh yeah, baby. I love your neg hole." He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me. My head was starting to clear a little from the poppers. What was I doing? I have a toxic poz cock in my hole. If he keeps fucking me, he will be dumping his toxic load in my hole. I am not on prep. He might infect me. Should I ask him to pull out? His cock feels so good in me. I hit the poppers again. My fears disappeared. His raw cock felt so good in me. "I'm getting close. Want me to pull out?" He was giving me a choice to pull out. "Noooo. Breed me" "You got it." He started to fuck faster and then pushed into me. I felt it. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. He was dumping his toxic load in me. He stayed in me for a minute and then pulled out. I laid down on my stomach to make sure the load was staying in me. "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome." I heard him putting his clothes on and the door unlatch. "Enjoy my load. Have a good night." He walked out and closed the door behind him. I laid there for a minute. What had I just done? I could probably go to the toilet and get the load to come out. I found myself reaching underneath myself. I better check on the load. I stuck my finger in and then brought it to my mouth. His cum was yummy. I pushed my finger back in my hole but this time, I started fucking myself with my fingers. I was getting hornier. I pulled my finger out and checked my phone. I had a message on one of the apps. "You interested in hosting the two of us tonight?" "Hi. Do you like sloppy seconds? I have a load in me already and looking for more." "mmmm. Great. We are both bareback tops." "You poz? neg? unknown?" "We are both poz." "mmmm. I am neg but have a poz load in me." "mmmmm. Great. When and where?" I sent them my hotel name and address. "Cool. We are like five minutes away. Ready for us?" "Yes. Let me know when you get here and I will give you the room number and then prop the door." "OK. See you in a few." What was I doing? I had a toxic load in me. I could stop now and might be ok. If I let these two guys breed me, they are going to work that load in me. It will increase my chances of getting pozzed. My phone buzzed. "We're here." I sent them my room number, propped the door open and then got back into doggie position on the bed with my ass facing the door. I hit the poppers. A couple of minutes later, I heard the door open and close. "What do we have here? A sloppy hole ready to get bred again?" "Yes Sir." "Good. We are going to enjoy this." I heard clothes hitting the floor and then felt them climb on the bed. I felt hands running over my butt and then a finger probed my hole. "Yep. He has a load in there. Joe. Go use his mouth. I want to get in his ass right now." I felt someone come around in front of me. He was a chubby white guy. His cock was semi-hard but looked average. I opened my mouth and he stuck his cock in. At the same time, I heard the sound of lube being squirted and a cock being jerked. I felt the tip of his cock at my hole. I continued to suck Joe's growing cock as I felt the other guy start to push into my hole. His cock felt much bigger but not uncomfortable. Joe spoke. "How's his hole, Malcolm?" "Tight but feels great. Hot and wet." I moaned as Malcolm started to fuck me. Joe tried to time it so that both were fucking my holes at the same time. I was lucky that Joe's cock wasn't too big or I would have been gagging. After several minutes, Malcolm spoke. "I've got to stop. Let's switch. I love ass to mouth. I want him to taste my poz cock and the remnants of that poz load he has in there." They both pulled out and switched positions. Malcolm was a thin black man. His cock looked to be about eight inches long and a above-average thickness. I opened my mouth and he pushed the tip in. I could taste cum and my ass on his cock. At the same time, Joe pushed into my used ass. After having Malcolm's cock in there, I couldn't really feel it. Malcolm pushed more of his cock in my mouth but not so much that would cause me to gag. Joe continued to fuck me and then spoke. "Want me to cum in him or want to switch again?" "Nah. Breed him. I want his hole real sloppy when I breed him." "OK." Joe sped up and then pushed into me. I could not feel him cum. Malcolm pulled out of my mouth and came behind me. Joe appeared in front of me and I took his softening cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked his cock to try to get any remnants of cum off it. Malcolm pushed into me. His cock felt so much better. "mmmm. It is so hot in there. I've got to drive those loads in deep." He held still for a second and started fucking me hard. On each thrust, I had to work hard to hold my balance. Joe pulled out and moved behind me. I grabbed my poppers and took a sharp hit in each nostril. He took his hands off my hips and grabbed my shoulders. On each thrust, it felt like he was driving even deeper into me. "Ready for my poz load, slut?" "Yes Sir. Breed me. Give me that poz load!" He slammed into me and I almost fell forward but I pushed back on him. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I could feel his cum deep inside me. A few moments later, he pulled out and I immediately laid on my stomach. "Your hole is filled up with poz loads, slut." "Thank you, Sirs." I laid there as they got dressed and left. I turned to my side and stuck my finger in my hole. There was a lot of cum dripping out. I brought some to my mouth and tasted it. I got more and rubbed it on the tip of my cock. I moved to my back and started jerking. It didn't take long and then I came hard thinking about the poz loads in my neg hole. I was satisfied. I knew what satisifed me now. Taking multiple loads from tops that wanted to breed me. Poz loads excited me. __________________________________ Chapter 7 - The Conclusion Since that experience I have continued to play when I can. My BBRT profile says that I am negative and for "Your Status" it says "positive only." I don't get a chance to play often but when I do, I look for any and all tops. Of course, I look for poz tops first but will settle for tops that don't know or care about their status. I even look for neg tops if nobody else is available. Am I bugchaser? I would say no. I don't really want to become poz but I am a take-all-loads bottom that gets off on poz/neg play. Will I become poz? Probably. Will it shock me when it happens? Probably. What will I do then? I will probably become more versatile. There are a lot of neg guys out there that need encouragement to become like me.

I jogged around a new area this time of the year. When I had moved to a new part of the city, I had discovered this area with its slopey hillsides and variety of tracks open and foresty parts that was actually quite close to where I lived now. While I was running up a hillside, I saw an extremely sexy guy come down the path towards me. Dark hair and eyes, tight shirt accentuating his muscled torso, a short beard, maybe around thirty – and when he came closer, he threw me a smile, went slower and waited on the side of the narrow way, so I could pass him better. I must have smiled back very appreciatively and said „Thanks man!“, passing him narrowly. „Sure buddy!“ he answered and then actually winked at me! I was thrown a little off guard, as I had never been so openly flirted with while running. I slowed my steps and my mind started racing about what to say or do, but when I opened my mouth, he thew me another smile and slowly went down the path I had just come up. I stared at his backside in his tight running shorts. „Damn!“ I muttered. Maybe I had overinterpreted his behavior? Well, nothing I could do about this now. While I hadn´t cum in a couple of days and had just realized through this how easily I got turned on at the moment, it wasn´t like I couldn´t have sex. At 26, I stood tall and fit, more lean than muscular, but when I invested some time, I could definitely have sex via the apps. I didn’t do that often though, I was more up for a relationship or at least building a connection in a bar or at a party and then see where it led. Well, no use thinking about that now. The guy had already left my field of view, so I turned around and continued up my path. When I reached the top of the hill, I had worked up little sweat and caught my breath. There wasn´t a good view here, since this hill was claimed by a lot of trees, but I trotted a bit alongside the hilltop to a place where I knew a fallen tree provided a great place to sit for a bit and enjoy – I stopped dead in my tracks when I rounded a corner and saw a guy sitting on the log and masturbating. What the fuck? He had thrown off his shirt and pants, sitting on the fallen tree and casually stroking his cock, eyes closed. He must have been only a little younger than me maybe. Light hair, a little blond stubble, lean and quite sexy, wearing only his running shoes and his white socks, sitting there just a few meters from me. I realized I had held my breath and so I exhaled - then shut my mouth as it came out more like a gasp. The guys´ eyes shot open and he looked straight at me. „Oh, haha, fuck!“ he exclaimed, an apologetic grin on his face. He stood up, but didn´t make a move to throw on his pants, just held a hand in front of his junk, the other one going behind his head, scratching the back of it while he shrugged. „I´m sorry man, just came up hear and realized how horny I was and… well…“ I stared at him for a second, then said „Uhm yeah, no worries, I… I´ll just look for another spot to sit and…“ I didn´t really know what to say. He was cute and turned me on, but I was so perplexed, my instinct was to get away. So I slowly started to turn away. „No man, please!“ the cutie exclaimed. I turned back and he had already run towards me, his cock bobbing with his steps, and now laid his left hand on my shoulder. „I´m sorry, I didn´t want to take your spot for myself. You can just sit here. If I hadn´t been wanking, you would have also come and sit together, right?“ I narrowed my brows for a moment. „Ah, yes…?“ „Right, so let´s just pretend that would have been the case, okay?“ he grinned, then took me by my arm and pulled me along. I didn´t offer any real resistance, too overwhelmed by the situation – and turned on by the guy, whose almost hairless ass was now just a meter in front of me. Fuck, I loved asses like that! He sat down on the log and let go of me, so I just sat down a bit away from him. He still wasn´t putting on his pants, but continued to cover his cock with his hand. „So what´s your name?“ he asked. “I´m Jared and you?“ „It might be a weird situation, but really nice to meet you Jared, I´m Ben!“ he said and grinned widely again. „It somehow just overcame me up here, this beautiful scenery and some hot guys here and there…“ he looked at me while he said that and the implication was clear. When I started to say something, I noticed that his right hand had changed from covering his junk to massaging it. „Uh… thanks man.“ I wanted to add a compliment, but a basic one seemed a bit too little, now that he was already stroking his cock in front of me. Ben was quicker though: „Seems like I´m not the only one who came up here horny today, hm?“ he chimed and slowly his left hand bridged the gap between us, caressed my hand on the tree for a second and then grasped my hard cock, that was forming a sizeable bulge in my thin running shorts. I gasped again. „Yeah… you could say that…“ I trailed off, mesmerized by his view and his hand working my cock hard. He scooted closer, looked into my eyes and brought his lips towards me. I leaned in and we passionately kissed, tongues intertwining after mere moments already. His other hand started to caress my neck, then his lips and tongue worked it for a moment, while his other hand pinched my nipple. My right hand was buried in his hair, while I put my left to work on his cock. It was a nice dick, moderately sized, while standing hard as rock and straight up. „Why don´t you remove those shorts sexy?“ he whispered into my ear and I immediately did so. I was still aware that we were quite in the open here, but the last times I hadn´t seen anybody around and… fuck it, that didn´t matter right now anyway! After I had pushed my running shorts and underwear down in one go, Ben continued to stroke my cock and licked his lips. „Fuck man, that´s a really nice cock!“ he exclaimed and I just laughed. He then went to his knees, a horny grin on his face, and before I could say a word, he engulfed my cock with his mouth. He didn´t waste any time, he just started sucking it all the way down, my glans entering his throat, and I gasped in surprise again. „Fuuuuck! That´s… wow!“ I just laughed. He withdrew and said „Well, we can do that, too, but first…“ and started sucking me off again. I let the implication linger, thinking about whether he might have come prepared for this with a condom, but then decided to enjoy his mouth instead and started guiding his head up and down my cock, sometimes forcing him to deepthroat and sometimes more facefucking him than him sucking me off. Every now and then I glanced around, but as expected, we were alone. We continued this for a few minutes and I slowly felt an orgasm build inside of me. Right then, Ben withdrew his mouth and stoop up again. I exhaled in frustration. „Uhh man, I could have almost come. That was awesome, maybe…“ he interrupted me „You should man! Come here and give me that cock!“ He leaned beside me onto the log, spitting into his hand and coating his hole in spit. I stood up, jacking my cock. I wouldn´t let that invitation pass, I was so fucking horny! „Sure man, do you have a condom?“ Ben made a face. „No man, sorry… but… you´re clean right? I really need you to fuck me, please! Would you…?“ and longingly looked at me. I decided in flash. „Yeah man, I am… Alright, fuck, I need that now!“ I muttered, as much to him as to myself. I stood behind him, putting my cock against his beautiful hole, framed by that sexy ass and slowly started pushing in. „Fuuuck yes!“ he purred. I didn’t hear any pain from him, so I continued to push. He was able to take my entire length slowly, but in one single go. „Yeees baby, that´s it! Fuck, your ass feels so nice!“ „And your cock, bare, inside of me!“ he answered, pushing even more against me. We quickly found a rhythm. I didn´t want to cum too fast, but also this shouldn´t last for long, we were still out here in the open. So I adjusted my pace and fucked his ass nice and hard, his hands reaching back, pulling on me, my world shrinking in on my cock and his hole. - Until I heard a rustling to the side. My head jerked up and I immediately saw the guy who had come down the path towards me before standing there, massaging his cock through his shorts with one hand and smoking a joint with the other. If I hadn´t heard him, the smell would have probably hit me a moment later. I was horrified to have been walked in on while having sex – but this guy seemed to enjoy the show, just nodding and grinning, while Ben seemed oblivious to it all and continued to fuck himself on my dick. It felt great. The other guy slowly stepped a little closer, until Ben seemed to hear him, too. His eyes shot open in confusion, but then he smiled and said „Hi Matt!“ „Hi Ben, looking great there under this sexy fucker…“ Wait, they knew each other?! „Don´t worry Jared, I´ve done this same thing with Matt here already. So no reason to be ashamed. And I think he likes you!“ „Oh, I definitely do! We saw each other on the way here and I went on, but then decided to come back and see if I would see him again. Well and that´s quite the perfect way to do so!” Matt laughed. He came even closer, now a mere meter away. “I wanted to tell you before, but you´re really hot Jared!” “So are you!” I could just say, grinning at him. I couldn´t believe this whole situation, I was still fucking Ben slowly. “I didn’t want to interrupt you guys, please continue… and if I´m making you uncomfortable by watching, maybe this will help?” he held out the joint to us, offering it. “Sure!” Ben said, taking it and having two deep draws from it, before holding it out to me. I shrugged, then took it. Probably not a bad idea, as I wasn´t sure how hard I could stay in this firework of emotions. I took two good draws as well and held it out to Matt again, but he already held a lighter and a kind of glas pipe in his hand that he heated, sucked on and exhaled a white cloud, when I let my smoke out, too. “It´s fine Jared, you can just finish it off, if you want to. I got this as well.” “Uh, okay, thanks. What is it though, never seen that?” I said, before taking another turn on the almost empty joint, while continuing to fuck Ben. This situation was so hot! And I already felt the pot relaxing me somewhat. “It´s called T, I had also never heard that name before somebody showed it to me. It´s not like pot, it has a more… exhilarating effect on the body and makes you really horny, too.” He said, taking another drag. The fat bulge in his shorts twitched while he did. “Haha yeah, I can see that man!” I said, nodding towards his cock. “Well, that´s mostly because of you two sexy sluts here.” He answered and winked at me again. “Wanne try?”

Well impregnated.

... which is most appreciated - but it isn't "fair" to bottoms. I know it's just a part of needing sexual license in your life, and we Tops applaud you for all the effort you (and every other bottom) put in, just to get a load up your gut. Every once-in-a-while, some bottom has an "accident" in the darkroom over at my favorite fuckjoint, and it clears the darkroom out in mere moments. We Tops definitely do appreciate the lengths bottoms go to. It's not "fair" that bottoms need to do all that prep-work, and Tops just show up and reap the benefits. So, thanks for your courtesy towards men that sometimes take too much for granted.

Part 1 It all started at the nightclub The bass was a physical force, a deep, primal thrum that vibrated up from the soles of their feet and into their chests. Inside the packed club, the air was thick with heat, sweat, and the sweet, cloying scent of spilled drinks. Strobe lights sliced through the darkness, illuminating a sea of moving bodies. Jake stands at 5’11’’, brown hair, boyish food looks. Clean shaven. Average build. He’s wearing tight jeans and a sweat soaked black tank top. At 42, Jake moved with a comfortable confidence, his arm often finding its way around the waist of his partner, Chad. At 21, Chad was a vision of youthful energy. His lean, sweaty and hairless torso glistened under the lights, his brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Every few minutes, his blue eyes would find Jake's, a silent, loving check-in in the chaotic environment. They were with another couple, longtime friends of Jake's. Asha, a sexy Arabic man, was impossible to miss. At 47, he was a towering, muscular presence with a thick, dark beard and a body covered in a dense mat of hair that was visible even in the dim light. His partner Andrew was a man of similar age, moved with a quieter grace beside him. It was the first time Chad and Asha had met, and an immediate, electric current sparked between them. It wasn't anything overt, just a series of lingering glances across the dance floor. When they found themselves near each other, Asha's hands would "accidentally" brush against Chad's side, and Chad would lean into the touch, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. The flirting was a secret language spoken only between them, hidden in the chaos of the club. During a break, Chad slipped away to the restroom. The line was long, but a muscular, tattooed guy with dilated pupils and a wide grin leaned in close. “You’re fucking adorable. First time?" he'd asked, not waiting for an answer before pressing 2 small pills into Chad's palm. "For a better time." Chad didn't hesitate. He popped one in his mouth and swallowed it with a sip of water. He found Asha near the bar and, under the guise of pointing something out, pressed the pill into his hand. Asha's fingers closed around it, his dark eyes meeting Chad's with a flash of understanding and raw hunger. Asha popped it into his mouth without a second thought, swallowing it dry. The next hour was a blur. The music seemed to melt into a single, continuous wave of euphoria. Chad felt a profound connection to everyone, to the music, to the lights. He danced with Jake, but his eyes kept finding Asha, who was now moving with an uninhibited, primal energy, his body a force of nature on the dance floor. Finally, the lights came up, signaling the end of the night. The spell was broken. The four men, sweaty and exhausted, piled into a taxi back to the hotel. In the quiet of the car, the energy shifted. Chad rested his head on Jake's shoulder, the secret of the pill and the stolen glances with Asha buzzing under his skin. The hotel suite was cool and quiet after the club's sensory overload. It had two bedrooms, linked by a single, large master bathroom. Jake and Chad headed for one room, Asha and his partner for the other. Doors closed, and the suite fell silent. Jake was already half-asleep, but Chad was wide awake, the ecstasy still humming through his veins. He needed to piss. He slipped out of bed, padding silently across the carpet and pushing open the door to the shared bathroom. The light was on. Asha was there, standing in front of the toilet, his muscular frame tense. He was fully naked, his hairy body on display. He seemed to be struggling, his brow furrowed in concentration. A common, frustrating side effect of ecstasy. Chad didn't say a word. He walked by the sink, catching Asha's gaze in the mirror. A slow, confident smile spread across Chad's face. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slid them down his lean legs. His cock, soft and perfect, sprang free. He pulled back the foreskin, exposing the pink head, and aimed at the toilet right next to Asha. Asha watched, transfixed, his own forgotten frustration melting away. Chad let out a soft sigh of relief as a long, powerful stream of piss shot from him, hitting the water with a loud, satisfying hiss. He held Asha's gaze the entire time, a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on his face. He was pleased with himself, with the effect he was having on this powerful, older man. As his stream began to slow, Chad's free hand moved. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around Asha's thick, hairy cock. It was already hardening in his grasp, hot and heavy. Asha let out a low groan, his head falling back. Chad shook off the last drops, then turned to face Asha fully. There was no need for words. The secret flirting, the shared pill, the charged silence in the bathroom—it all led here. Chad sank to his knees, his blue eyes looking up at Asha's bearded face. He took the thick cock into his mouth, tasting the salt of his skin. Asha's hands tangled in Chad's brown hair, his hips thrusting forward gently. The blowjob was wet and hungry, but it was only the beginning. After a few minutes, Asha pulled Chad to his feet and spun him around, bending him over the cool marble of the bathroom counter. He spat into his hand and worked the saliva into Chad's tight, hairless hole. Chad pushed back, eager for it. Asha positioned himself behind him, the thick head of his cock pressing against Chad's entrance. He pushed in slowly, a deep guttural moan escaping his lips as he sank into the younger man's heat. Chad bit his lip to keep from crying out, his hands braced against the counter. The sex was quiet but fierce. A frantic, desperate coupling. Asha's hips pistoned, driving his bare cock deep into Chad's ass. The only sounds were their ragged breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and the low, muffled groans they tried to suppress. Asha's hairy chest pressed against Chad's smooth back, his beard scratching at Chad's neck. It was raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating. Chad could feel his own orgasm building, his cock trapped between his body and the counter. Asha reached around, his rough hand wrapping around Chad's shaft and stroking him in time with his thrusts. “That’s it baby, let go. Cum for me”. That was all it took. Chad's body tensed, and he came hard, his cum spilling onto the marble floor and cabinet doors below. The clenching of Chad's ass pushed Asha over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside Chad, his body shuddering with the force of his release. For a moment, they stayed like that, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, slowly, Asha pulled out. They cleaned themselves up in silence, the air thick with what they'd just done. Not a word was spoken. Chad slipped back into his bedroom. Jake was still sound asleep. Chad slid into bed, his body thrumming with a post-sex, post-ecstasy glow. He could feel Asha's cum leaking out of him, a warm, sticky reminder of the secret encounter in the bathroom. He closed his eyes, the image of Asha's powerful, hairy body burned into his mind, and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. Stay tuned for part 2.

Part 3 The weight of Jake's body was gone, but the pressure of his presence remained. Chad lay frozen, listening to Jake's breathing even out into the deep rhythm of sleep. The moment Jake was truly under, Chad shot out of bed as if he'd been electrocuted. He didn't bother with clothes, just fled, his bare feet silent on the carpet as he sprinted for the sanctuary of the bathroom. He slammed the door and leaned against it, his chest heaving. That's when he felt it: a slow, warm trickle making its way down the inside of his thigh. He looked down. A milky trail was snaking its way toward his knee. The combined essence of Asha and Jake, a physical manifestation of his betrayal. A wave of nausea and guilt washed over him, so potent it made him dizzy. Driven by a morbid curiosity he couldn't explain, he swiped a finger through the fluid. He brought it to his lips, his hand trembling. The taste was salty, bitter, complex. It was the taste of his own deceit. He was still a little high, the world soft around the edges, his emotions a volatile mix of shame and a strange, lingering thrill. He needed to wash it all away. He stepped into the large shower and pulled the glass door shut, the click echoing in the tiled room. He turned the water on, hot and powerful, and let the spray beat down on his back. It felt incredible, scalding away the sweat, the sex, the shame. He tilted his head back, letting the water cascade over his face, his eyes closed. The shower door clicked open. Chad's eyes snapped open. He spun around, his heart leaping into his throat. Standing there, completely naked, was Andrew. Asha's partner. He was just staring, a slow, evil grin spreading across his face as he took in the sight of Chad, wet and soapy and exposed. Without a word, Andrew strolled over to the toilet, his movements unhurried and confident. He stood with his back slightly to Chad, giving him a clear view of his cut, thick cock as he started to piss, a heavy stream hitting the water with a loud, deliberate sound. He didn't try to hide it. He stared right at Chad the entire time. Chad's face burned with humiliation. He quickly turned around, his back to Andrew, but it was too late. The image was seared into his mind. He could feel a familiar heat pooling in his groin. Against his will, against all reason, he was getting hard. He heard the stream stop, the toilet flush. Then the sound of bare feet on wet tile. The shower door slid open again. "Don't be shy," Andrew's voice was a low, amused rumble, right behind him. Chad felt a hand on his shoulder, turning him around. He kept his eyes down, focused on Andrew's chest. He couldn't bear to look him in the face. "Asha told me," Andrew whispered, his voice hot against Chad's ear. "He told me he fucked you. Came deep in your ass." Chad's head snapped up. His eyes met Andrew's. The water continued to cascade over Chad's right shoulder, running down his smooth, hairless chest. His small cock was now fully, achingly hard, the foreskin pulled back tight, sticking up at an angle. Andrew's eyes flicked down to it, then back up to Chad's flushed face. "Nice," he said, his voice thick with approval. He started pulling his own cock, slowly, methodically. It grew hard in his fist—fat, veiny, and intimidatingly thick. Chad was mesmerized. It was the first time he'd really looked at Andrew. He was 47, like Asha, but a completely different type. White, with piercing blue eyes and a thick, greying beard that framed a handsome, rugged face. His brown hair was cut short, shot through with grey at the temples, with a receding hairline that only added to his mature authority. He reminded Chad of his own dad, and the thought sent a jolt of forbidden electricity through him. He had broad, muscular shoulders that tapered to a solid paunch, and his thick legs were covered in a dense mat of dark hair. "Can I join you?" Andrew asked, his voice leaving no room for refusal. "I want to fuck you." Chad could only manage a choked whisper. "Sure." His face was crimson. Andrew's grin widened. "Good boy." Andrew stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind them. The space was suddenly small, filled with steam and the scent of two aroused men. He crowded Chad against the tiled wall, his body a hot, hairy press against Chad's smooth skin. The sex was immediate and overwhelming. It was passionate and rough, a clash of tongues and teeth, of grabbing hands and searching fingers. Andrew was incredibly verbal, a constant stream of dirty praise and commands in Chad's ear. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands roaming Chad's body. "Such a tight little body. You like this, don't you? You like being used by real men." Chad could only whimper, his head thrown back, his hands clutching at Andrew's broad shoulders. It was true. He did like it. Finally, Andrew had enough of the foreplay. He spun Chad around, pushing his chest against the cold, wet tile. "Bend over," he commanded. "Stick that ass out for me." Chad complied, his hands flat against the wall to brace himself. He felt Andrew's thick cockhead press against his already-sensitive hole. "Gonna breed this pretty little ass," Andrew grunted as he pushed inside. "Gonna fill you up again. You're gonna be leaking all four of us by the time I'm done." The entry was a stretch, a burn that bordered on pain. Chad let out a choked cry, his body arching. Andrew didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt. Then he started to fuck him in earnest, hard, deep strokes that slammed Chad's body against the wall. He was relentless, his verbal assault never-ending. "Take it," he snarled. "Take my fucking cock. That's it, whimper for me. I love hearing you whimper. You love this big dick in your ass, don't you? Answer me." "Yes," Chad gasped, his voice broken. "Yes, I love it." He was lost. The pleasure, the pain, the humiliation, the sheer filth of it all coalesced into a perfect, stormy bliss. He felt his own orgasm building, impossible to contain. With a final, desperate cry, he came, his cock pulsing as it shot ropes of cum against the shower wall. His ass clenched tight around Andrew's shaft. "Fuck, yeah," Andrew roared, feeling Chad's spasms. "Milk that cock, you beautiful boy." He gave a few more brutal thrusts and then buried himself deep, his body tensing as he unloaded, adding his own thick, hot claim to Chad's overflowing ass. They stayed like that for a long moment, the water washing over them, their bodies heaving. Andrew slowly pulled out, turning Chad around and pulling him into a surprisingly gentle kiss. "Good boy," he whispered again, before stepping out of the shower, leaving Chad trembling, alone, and more full of cum and confusion than he had ever been in his life. Stay tuned for part 4

Part 2 Sleep was a fractured, drifting thing. Chad was on his stomach, sweating, the cool hotel sheets a balm against his hot skin. He floated in and out of consciousness, the lingering euphoria from the ecstasy pill making his dreams vivid and his limbs heavy. The bass from the club still seemed to echo in his bones, a phantom rhythm that kept him from sinking into true rest. He was vaguely aware of the bed shifting beside him, the weight of his partner Jake moving. Then, a touch. A cool, firm hand was rubbing slow circles on his back. It was a familiar, comforting gesture, and Chad hummed softly in his semi-sleep, leaning into it. But the touch didn't stay comforting for long. It grew more insistent, more possessive. Jake's hand moved lower, tracing the curve of his spine down to the swell of his ass. Chad's eyes fluttered open, the room coming into soft focus. The touch was no longer gentle; it was a massage that was turning into a grope. Panic, cold and sharp, began to prickle at the edges of his haze. He felt Jake shift, and then the distinct sound of skin on skin as Jake jerked his own cock to full hardness. Jake's 7-inch uncut cock was thick and demanding. Chad knew it intimately. He could picture it now, the foreskin pulling back to expose the flushed, pink head. A hand left his back, and a moment later, fingers began to knead the flesh of his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. Chad froze. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of terror. He couldn't move, couldn't speak. He could only lie there, a prisoner in his own body, as Jake's finger brushed against his hole. And then it wasn't a brush. It was a press. A finger, insistent and probing, began to push inside. The finger sank in with shocking ease. There was no resistance. There was only wetness. Jake stopped. The sudden stillness was more terrifying than the movement. Chad's breath hitched in his throat. He felt the finger withdraw, a slow, deliberate pull. He kept his face buried in the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut, praying this was a nightmare he would wake from from. "Look at me," Jake's voice was low, dangerously quiet. Chad couldn't. A hand grabbed his hair, turning his head forcefully. Jake's face was inches from his, his expression unreadable in the dim light, but his eyes glinted with something cold and hard. He held his finger, the one that had been inside Chad, in front of Chad's face. It was glistening. "What's this, young man?" Jake's voice was a silken whisper, laced with steel. "Who's been naughty?" He brought the slick finger to Chad's lips. "I have so many questions, but later. For now... lick it off my fingers." Chad's stomach churned with a nauseating mix of shame and fear. He hesitated, and Jake's grip on his hair tightened. Obediently, his tongue darted out, tasting the bitter, salty evidence of his betrayal. The taste of Asha, of himself, of his lie. Chad sucked it like it was a cock. As far as he could take it in his mouth. "Good boy," Jake murmured, releasing his hair. He moved behind Chad again, his presence a looming threat. "Spread your legs young man". The command was absolute. Chad's body complied, his legs moving apart of their own volition. Jake leaned down and pressed his tongue inside Chad’s sloppy hole. “Mmm, I think you’re ready for MY cock now.” He felt Jake settle between them, the thick head of his cock nudging against his entrance. There was no preparation, no gentleness. The cum from Asha, still warm inside him, was the only lubricant. Jake entered him in one brutal, punishing thrust. The air was forced from Chad's lungs in a silent scream. It wasn't like before. This wasn't a secret, fierce encounter. It was powerful and decisive. It was new. It wasn’t like Jake. He normally took it slow - he was normally gentle and would make sure Chad was ok. This time, Jake was angry and horny, a terrifying combination. His hands gripped Chad's hips, holding him in place as he began to fuck him with a rough, unrelenting rhythm. Each thrust was a statement, a claim. “You are mine, you little slut.” Chad felt it differently. The pain was sharp, a burning stretch that stole his breath. But underneath it, something else was happening. The roughness, the anger, the sheer force of Jake taking what was his—it was a punishment Chad felt he deserved. He had been naughty. He had broken the rules. And this was the consequence. His body, despite the pain, began to respond to the raw aggression. He wasn't just a passive recipient; he was the vessel for Jake's rage and lust, his own guilt and pleasure intertwining into a confusing, intoxicating cocktail. Jake's grunts were harsh in the quiet room. He was fucking Chad not for pleasure, but to erase, to overwrite, to reclaim. He was driving Asha out of him with every deep, invasive stroke. Chad's own cock was trapped against the mattress, friction building a reluctant, shameful arousal within him. He was loving every thrust. And he loved how deep Jake entered him. Chad’s cock was raging hard. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, not from the pain, but from the overwhelming complexity of it all. With a final, guttural roar, Jake slammed into him one last time, his body going rigid as he emptied himself deep inside Chad, adding his own claim to the one already there. He stayed there for a long moment, his weight pinning Chad down, his chest heaving against Chad's back. Then, just as suddenly as it began, it was over. Jake pulled out and rolled away, his back turning to Chad. The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating, filled with all the words that hadn't been spoken. Chad didn't move. He lay there, his body aching and used, two loads of cum cooling inside him. He was no longer drifting. He was wide awake, and the consequences of his actions were no longer a secret. They were a physical, painful reality seeping into the sheets beneath him. Stay tuned for part 3.

The best story ever. There is no doubt. I have looked for years a story that fully represents my beautiful trauma and my fav kink. And this story is simply all I needed. It's already printed, every page framed and soon I will knew it by memory, every line. It makes me live it, like my own memories and this story, I don't know anymore if there is any difference at all

No cock refused, and always bareback!

Topped by a FB. Is a huge summer too.

I was traveling to SF and wasn’t sure what to expect around hooking up. My hotel was in the marina and well, had a great time. Fucked 3 Asian boys and took several loads including one from a muscle model Latino guy. my last night I was messaged on sniffies by a blank profile. I almost didn’t reply when I saw his age said 21. I said, I’m 48 is that ok. He responded with a huge YES!. After getting the sense he wasn’t interested I kinda gave up. Until he massaged me and said, I’m here, which room number. I have it to him and he said he wanted to make out. In walked this tiny adorable Twinkie kid with a cute smile. He walked over to me and I put my arm around his waste and we made out for the next 4 plus hours. i explored his body with my tongue and mouth, licking his neck and his thigh and ate his perfect little bubble ass out. He was moaning like crazy. It turned me on. Best part, after he was relaxed I inserted my thing into his pussy, swirled it around and when I tell you I was holding a box of fireworks, the kid went nuts in ecstasy. the night ended whe I shot a massive load all over him. I did try fucking him but my 8” was too big and yes I went slow and learned from this experience… as a top, I love to be considerate and respectful of my bottoms. We cuddled and talked and he showed me how open minded and intelligent our gay youth still is… max was his name and it was the max experience - corny talk by an older man 😜

Welp just learned that getting called a hole instantly gets me hard

I mean it's different to the normal way guys are loaded with HIV.

I have my hole waxed every 6 weeks. Along with my cock, pubes, ballsack, etc

hntnhole As a bottom can I thank you for your comments. Despite trying my best with cleaning out, sometimes accidents do happen and, generally speaking, the top i have "painted" just cleans himself off. From my point of view, the moment just ends there and then. Ive tried fibre supplements each day which, so far, help me get clean quickly and effectively. Im off to horsefair in London tomorrow evening so here's hoping all goes well.

Hi @URS2USE. I can’t answer your question, but I just wanted to wish you luck. For the moment, try not to worry about the sex. It may be just the same, and if not, you’ll have everyone here to give you some tips. Your sex life may well improve! Take care, mate.

This happened the other night. It was a typical night of me driving around my area looking for breeders on sniffies, and around midnight an anonymous profile hit me up. He sent pics—black guy, in his 30s, lean and muscular, around 5’8” and he had a big dick, 9 inches or so I think. He didn’t send a face pic, but being the cock whore I am I didn’t care so much. He asked me to come over to his apartment complex, but he said he couldn’t host since he had a roommate. He told me they have shared community restrooms in the building, but that we needed to be quiet-ish. When I arrived, he texted me to meet him inside and gave me the directions on how to find the room. I arrived to the community restroom and found him waiting for me. I locked the door behind me and took off all my clothes so that I was completely naked, revealing my caged cock. I got on my knees, removed his belt, and unzipped his pants. Even when soft, he was very well hung. He had a nice bush and big balls too. After licking his shaft and tasting his balls, I started sucking his cock. I can still vividly remember it. I loved the feeling of his long, thick cock in my mouth. I sucked him until he was fully hard, then I turned around and leaned against the wall. He pushed his cock into my hole, and it hurt at first. I pushed my hole out and bit down on my arm so that I could take the pain easier (the “bite the pillow” mentality usually works for me). I continued to bite down and take deep breaths until my hole started to relax and he was able to go faster. After a couple of minutes, he pointed to the tub and beckoned me to get on the edge. I got my knees on the edge of the tub and put my hands on the shower wall. It wasn’t a very comfortable position, but I didn’t mention it or complain about the discomfort. I took a deep hit of poppers and my mind went into full cock whore mode. He began thrusting deep, with harder and faster strokes. It hurt so good and I couldn’t get enough. I’m pretty sure we both stopped caring about the noise or whether the other tenants could hear us. After just a few minutes he was pounding me hard from behind and grunting loudly, and I was moaning like a submissive little bitch. He didn’t announce that he was about to cum. He gave me 3-5 slower, harder thrusts, paused, then got up. I knew in that moment he came inside me. I turned around, got on my knees and sucked his cock, cleaning it off for him. After sucking him, I put my clothes back on, gathered myself, told him thank you, and showed myself out of the building.

People like this are the reason egg cartons come with a label that says “warning: contains eggs.”

I recently met a guy in a bathroom stall and we fucked for about 10 minutes when he pulled out I asked him if he came and he said no, so I went about my day. About three hours later, my stomach was kind of gurgling and I let out a fart and I thought I shit my pants only to see a huge load in my underwear. I sent him a picture of it and said I thought you didn’t come and he said how long was my poz load in you bitch reading that made me come right there on the spot

Reds is great on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Reds is known to be a 'poz club', meaning that the vast majority of men going there are poz. That's why on other nights seems quieter because prep and neg crowds go to the other clubs, like Factory, Construction or Noxon. Noxon does organise openly poz parties advertised on their website a few times a year, but outside these parties, they are known mostly and popular for their piss and puppies parties.

Spending the weekend in Palm Springs, I posted the following on Sniffies: "My Daddy is whoring me out all day today on at the cum-piggiest sex spots in Palm Springs - CCBC and Club 541. Hit me up if you need to breed. 🐷 💦" We started our day at CCBC, cruising the public play areas. I checked in and posted exactly where I was and that I would be wearing a Treasure Island Media red sports jock. I bent over in the center of the main room and Daddy rammed into me and fucked me for several minutes, giving me the first load to lube up for what came next. As soon as he pulled out I felt a second cock shove into me as a man slipped in behind and pounded until he came. I didn't look back to see what he looked like, which made me feel even sluttier. After that I slipped a black blindfold over my eyes and patiently waited for my third load. It didn't take long. As the afternoon passed I sucked cock and took dick throughout the various public play spaces, occasionally getting another fuck from my Daddy. One particularly hot load took place when I was blindfolded in the sling. I felt a hand fingering my loaded ass and a man whisper to himself "Oh good, you're still here..." I knew he must have seen the sniffies post and came ready to cum. He slipped in, gasping as he felt how wet my hole was already getting. "Fucking breed me!" I gasped. He said "You got it baby," and with just a few strokes he slammed into me and pulsed a huge load into me that I could feel tingling inside me. "Thank you" I whispered as he pulled out and slipped away. I reached down and tasted him on my my fingers. Later after a little rest by the pool I was again in the main playspace, ass up in the center with my blindfold off checking out the men. Two stepped next to me - a sexy silver-haired daddy who got bent over right next to my face by a younger hard-bodied athlete. I watched the dicking happening inches away from me and once they noticed me watching they started exhibitionist fucking for my benefit. The sexy daddy invited me to put my hands on them and I felt them up as they continued to fuck, occasionally stopping so that they could both take turns getting head from me from where I was kneeling ass up. We started getting a bit of a crowd around us. Suddenly I felt a cock positioning itself at my ass (I was still bent over) and a gasp escaped me as it began to shove in. It was fucking huge. I moaned in pleasure even as I struggled to take it. A gruff low voice behind me said "Put your head down and your ass up, bitch. That's right. Now take it!" That big dick started slamming into me relentlessly, clearly settling in for a long, hard fuck. I growled, unsure if I could actually take this, but I decided to submit to it fully. "Yes please, make me your bitch! Fucking own my hole," I cried and gave myself to his thrusts. He grunted in affirmation and started fucking me even harder, pleased that I was opening up, taking him all. A random cock was shoved in my mouth and more cocks were stroked around me as we became a show. Eventually he slammed home and slapped my ass, grunting deeply. He came around to where I had collapsed face-down on the bench. He was a very tall, sexy bear with a cock that was clearly as thick as my forearm. I thanked him for the fuck and proceeded to suck him off, reveling in the fact that I was able to take this fucker in the middle of a pump-and-dump. This got him hard again, and now that I was warmed up he proceeded to fuck me twice more with short breaks, finishing with him laying on the long bench with me riding him cowboy. By then I was just a fucking machine, riding his dick for all I was worth. One more orgasm from him and I pulled off his cock, gaping. My daddy and a couple of the guys watching applauded, and I felt like I had gotten to be quite the unplanned exhibitionist. Wiped out from such a marathon fuck (and knowing I probably wasn't going to top that experience) we chatted for a bit about what a fantastic fuck that was, telling him "You have the perfect cock. I will be your bitch anytime". Daddy and I headed back to his place to nap and prepare for the piggy festivities later that evening. As we headed out I updated my post on Sniffies "Nine loads! And thank you sir with the absolutely massive cock - you made my day, and my cumdump day has just begun..." To be continued...

If I said I didn't wanna make babies in THAT, I'm lying.

Same! My hole gets uninhibited behind a gloryhole wall 😉 Way back when I lived in Chicago, a few blocks over was well known private GH. I think he mostly sucked guys off, like me. Bearish muscle dude. I got invited over a few times -- but he switched up on me and wanted ass. So I'd bend over and take his load. It turned me on that the dude milked anon dick in & out, like mine, and ended his service with his own dick dumping in my random ass. Circle of seed complete, LOL.

I was cruising the local rest stop without any luck. I jumped on Grindr and was soon contacted by someone. He needed head and agreed to meet me there in the bathroom. About 15 minutes later, he arrived and I joined him at the urinals. He took out his cock. I dropped my pants and went to my knees. He was already hard and it only took 1-2 minutes to get him to nut. His first spurt hit the back of my throat and he continued to shoot a huge load of thick, hot cum inside my mouth.

It’s always “worth the Pain” ALWAYS!

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Yep! Clean as a whistle! I spent all day douching my fat hairy ass!

Dean pulls off my cock and kisses me. Our tongues wrestling animalisticly against one another while adding another finger into my already wrecked hole. I involuntarily moan and he adds another. Fuckkkk my ass was so full. The bed begins to rock and the daddy fucking the otter is grunting and starts jackhammering away into his hole. The otter becomes verbal, fuck my ass, fucking breed me, poz me, use me, and daddy begins to unload pushing his cock into the cumdump. Dean comments, “good boy” while he pulls out of me and places his arm around the otter pulling him closer as they begin making out. Daddy pulls his fist out of me without warning. I feel this pop and my hole is empty yet ravenous. I flip over and am now standing behind Dean. I pull his polo up and over his head revealing a muscled hairy chest. I run my hand down his chest kissing the nape of his neck. Fuck he’s got thick nips too nestled between tufts of brown fur. I venture lower letting my hands roam over his bulge and unzip his fly to fish out his cock. I knew this man was hot, but I had so idea he packed a solid 9 inches of uncut cock and 2 fat balls. I slowly start jacking him and feel him pushing back into me. It hits me I’m jacking off and grinding my cock against my married straight client. Fuck, these are lines I’d previously never crossed. A moral debate begins to rage within me. I am doing the right thing, what’s going to happen, how is this going to impact me. Dean asks if there are any more darts. The otter says and I fucking quote, “yeah uncle Dean, you know I always pack one for you.” It was both the t and g and I anxiously begin asking if they’re really related. How’d it start, who know’s, when’s it start… Dean pulls back from the otter and looks me dean in the eyes and tells me, “Yes, this is my nephew”. He found his dad in his rightful position between my legs, being the cocksucker he was born to be. I’ll answer the rest of your questions soon.” And with that pulled off his nephew the otter and me then begins stripping. I can now totally see the resemblance the square jaws, the piercing hazel eyes, thick chest full of brown fur, Dean had the longer thicker cock while the other thinner but still a solid 8 inches. The otter pulls off daddy and walks towards Dean and drops to his knees swallowing his cock to the root. The boy has been trained and trained well. He’s milking Dean’s dick like his life depended on it. The two Daddy’s and I stare in owe of all this. Dean comments that he brought some fun friends by the way of two portable slings, blindfolds, straps, harnesses, dildo’s, plugs, and a funnel. He was obviously no stranger to partying and any remaining anxiety I had melted in that moment. The daddy’s and I dressed to help Dean Carrey everything in while the nephew / otter stayed behind to get some rigs ready, and 20 minutes later everything was set and ready. The daddy’s asked how we wanted to do this. Dean suggested his nephew and I get into a sling. We positioned them so we be next to one another, each took a shot of G and climbed in. The daddy lifted my feet into the straps and my strapped my left arm above my head and my right arm over my chest. Dean and the two daddy’s take their G. Dean walks over to me rig in hand looking me in the eye and asks me, “what do you want”? I ask him to slam me and fucking wreck my cunt. He replies, “I’ve wanted to knock you up since the day I meet you. You’re mine now slampig”. I feel the familiar swipe of an alcohol pad and a gentle pinch, register and he and the other daddy begin counting down 3…… 2….. 1….. and both the nephew / otter and I blast off. This hit me like a ton of bricks, a metallic taste in my mouth, my ears suddenly begin to ring, my eyes bouncing everywhere, this flush heat deep within my core enveloping me, I begin to violently cough and my hole is on fucking fire. I hear the nephew coughing just as violently as I am, and soon joined by the daddy’s. I look up into Dean’s eyes as he pushes that magic liquid into his veins begin to cough followed by bellowing a deep guttural’ “Fuck Yes” as he pushes the length of his cock into my hungry hole and leans over and spits into my mouth. He leans down and we kiss animalisticly while he’s jackhammering away at my hole. I feel every inch of his dick as he slides past my second sphincter. Fuck this man is buried so deep in my guts. My cock is shriveled up but I don’t care, I’m just a fucking hole right now. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. The nephew / otter and I begin a cacophony of grunts, moans, fuck yea, use me, breed me, fucking use me hard, fuck me, make it yours. One of the daddy’s walks over to me presenting me with his cock. He lowers the head rest and he’s fucking my mouth. I’m so fucking high right now, I feel I’ve arrived. The daddy and Dean start long dicking my ass and mouth, and I begin to feel their cock swell. Their tempos matched perfectly in and out, in and out, daddy begins to cum pushing deep into my throat while Dean’s buried so fucking deep inside me and begins seeding my hole. The otter screams fucking use us as the other daddy cums. Each of us catching our breath as the G starts swirling in. The nephew / otter asks to get out of the sling walks over to me drops to his knees and swallows his uncles cock to the root cleaning him up. He then focuses on my hole, his tongue working its way inside trying to eat all that cum from my freshly fucked hole. His beard feels fucking amazing against my hole. He’s lapping and slurping to get all that cum. I look over and find Dean on his hands and knees while one of the daddy’s is eating his perfect beefy hairy ass. I reach down pulling the nephew / otter deeper into me. After getting his fill he stands and kisses me. We begin swapping that load back and forth. Dean grunts yeah fuck me and we both look over to find him getting dicked by one of the daddy’s. Their nephew / otter lets me down from the sling and we each find one another asses. Soon we’re fisting one another while the nephew / otter starts making out with Dean. His paw working its way deeper into my wrecked fuck hole and mine into his. We’re fisting each other in complete unison. Sensing we each needed a break we separate and I find myself under Dean sucking his cock while he’s getting fucked. The weight on the bed shifts and Dean is sucking his nephews cock to full hardness. I continue my assault on Deans cock he’s hard again and fucking my throat using the daddy’s cum for lube. The nephew suggests a position change encouraging me to sit on Deans dick, I disengage and feel the bed shifting as daddy pulls out of Dean the nephew / otter moving. Dean moves to the side of the bed and I stattle him lowering myself onto him. My ass feel like it’s made of pure electricity as he descends deeper and deeper. I’m pushed forward, Dean takes my face and buries it into hit armpit, I feel someone behind me. He’s pushing his dick into me. My hole is stretching and I feel every inch of him slowly sliding into me until he bottoms out.

Cucked By My Dad Chapter 02 Dad seduces the quarterback! If I don’t lose my virginity soon, I think I’m going to lose my mind. Graduation is just around the corner, and I’m the only one of my friends who hasn’t punched his V-card! It’s not for lack of trying, of course. I bat my eyes at the cute boys at school and flirt with strange men on the Internet all the time, but for whatever reason, I’ve yet to seal the deal for real. The closest I got was with my first real boyfriend, this hot guy named Kevin. But then my dad had to swoop in and fuck him instead! It’s so frustrating. Everyone says my dad’s hot, and manly, and his dick is pretty big, but don’t I deserve love? I like to think so. In any event, I’ve learned my lesson–don’t let guys anywhere near my father. I never know what he’s going to do! He claimed he fucked Kevin to try and help me, but I don’t know if I buy all that. It’s not like I need my first time to be anything special. I just want a dick in my ass, for crying out loud! That brings me to my current mark, uh, I mean, guy. His name is Brock, and he’s so fucking gorgeous. He’s the quarterback of the football team, a real meathead with a thick neck and a head full of rocks. Just my type! He’s never been particularly nice to me–in fact, he actively bullied me all through junior high. But ever since I came out last year he’s been okay to me, and the last few weeks he’s been downright nice! Whereas he used to bump into me in the hallway and leave me with a bruised shoulder, pretty soon he started just ignoring me, which I counted as a major win. But last month, everything changed. I was walking to AP Chem when I passed him in the hallway. He was wearing his football jersey, his long blonde hair all sweaty from P.E. (it was the only class he wasn’t currently failing). I was ogling him out of the corner of my eye–secretly picturing whether he was cut or uncut like I always do–when suddenly he turned and nodded at me! Let’s just say, for him, that was a lot. I turned to my closest girlfriend, a short, chubby little girl named Gibby, and squealed. “Did you see that?” “He’s in love with you,” she agreed, her eyes wide and desperate. The next day, on my way to lunch, he did it again. But this time, he even smiled at me, too! I started to cherish these little moments of attention. I normally dressed relatively slutty (I had a virginity to lose, after all) but I started dressing even more outrageously. Thin tank tops that showed off my slender arms and smooth, pale skin. Ass-hugging shorts that were at least a size too small in order to show off my greatest asset. And cute, beach-ready little flip-flops so I could show off my pedicured feet and painted toenails. I was downright fuckable, and Brock definitely seemed to notice. I was heading to my locker one afternoon after school when Brock grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me into an empty classroom. “You’re looking pretty faggy, Leo,” he said, his voice low and stupid. “Oh, am I?” I asked, batting my eyes. “You really like showing off, don’t you?” He eyed my bare legs, which I’d spent an hour before school putting lotion on. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Brock,” I said innocently. “I just like to dress comfortable.” “I heard faggy guys like you like to suck cock,” he said matter-of-factly. He grabbed my tank top and pulled me in closer, exposing my right nipple. He looked down at it and smirked. “So do you?” I smiled sweetly. “Well, if you ask nice.” He pulled the string of his joggers to undo his pants. The head of his dick poked through the light grey material, eager to be released into my mouth. I got down on my knees and grasped the waistband of his joggers, pulling them slowly down. A patch of neatly trimmed, dirty blonde pubic hair peeked out from underneath his compression shorts. His cock was thick and long, and it seemed to go on forever as he pulled his underwear down. Finally, the head of his dick came swinging upward, freed from the confines of its cotton prison. I salivated at the sight of it–cut, meaty, lightly curved at the end. “Put your mouth on it,” he said, his voice husky. I needed no further instruction. I stuck my tongue out, lightly grazing the underside of his cockhead. The bitter, salty taste of his precum was like nectar on my tongue. He let out a low groan, gripping my curly brown hair with his thick fingers. I opened my mouth and took him inside, reveling in the taste of my very first cock. Fuck, blowing my dildo at home did not do this justice. His cock was warm and pulsing with life, oozing its stickiness into my hungry mouth. I took him deeper inside me, determined to show him that gay guys really were good cocksuckers. His fingers gently squeezed my curls as he slowly started humping into my mouth. I was blowing him about halfway by now, his cock sliding past my tongue and hitting the back of my throat at a regular rhythm. I tried to ignore my gag reflex, focusing instead on bringing the most amount of pleasure to the football stud in front of me. I grabbed his meaty thighs, holding onto him to steady myself as I tried to relax my throat. The feeling of his muscular, hairy legs made me leak, and at the same time, allowed me to open my throat enough to take him even deeper. “Fuck, you’re such a good cocksucker,” he moaned. “Suck my dick, faggot.” He was now almost balls-deep inside my throat. I looked up at him, his pubic hair crowding my line of sight with every thrust. He wasn’t looking at me, naturally (probably imagining some blonde bimbo like Haiyleigh from AP Bio) but that didn’t really concern me. I was just happy to be of service! I’d barely had so much as a kiss, let alone a dick to suck and slurp and go to town on. If I played my cards right, I might even get him to pork me before he went off to UF on that football scholarship. He was facefucking me now, his hands gripping the sides of my head as he threw his head back and groaned. I kept my eyes open and my throat relaxed, marveling at how dumb and sexy he looked. He was grinning like an idiot, the right half of his upper lip curled in a smile as he threw back his head and gave into pleasure. Guys like Brock would never cure cancer, but damn did they know how to empty their nuts. Lucky for him I was programmed to receive. I watched a wave of emotion go over his face as his breathing grew short and ragged. He squinted his eyes in a look of intense concentration like he was trying to remember the square root of four. Then his face went slack and his jaw dropped open as he let out a short gasp. “Oh, fuck,” he said. His cock pulsed against my tongue. A boy was cumming in my mouth, finally! I felt glamorous and classy, like Princess Diana. The warm, bitter liquid splashed against the back of my throat, burning slightly as it went down my esophagus. I swallowed as fast as I could, eager to impress him with my commitment to service. His cock twitched with every shot of cum, eliciting short little moans and whimpers from him as a satisfied smile crept across his face. I did that. I made him smile with my superior cocksucking skills and soft, silky mouth. Take that, Dad! He pulled his cock out of my mouth, wet and already at half-mast. He sniffed, itching his nose as he tucked his cock back in his joggers. There was a loud SMACK as the fabric of his waistband slapped across his belly. “That was dope,” he said in what I thought was a bit of an understatement. I wiped a little bit of semen off my lips and nodded bashfully. “Anytime, Brock.” Well, he sure did take that to heart. Barely two days went by after that without Brock pulling me into some empty classroom or janitor’s closet for a quick blowie. Most of the time he just shoved me to my knees and let his dick flop out onto my face, although sometimes he let me reach in and pull it out myself. I loved the feeling of his cock in my hand, the first real-live dick I’d ever touched besides my own. I made it my mission to learn what he liked–no talking, extra suction on the head, a quick tug on his balls when he was about to cum. Sometimes he would even flex for me while I blew him, which really got me hot. Staring up at his hot, sculpted muscles and the stupid smile on his face was almost enough to make me squirt hands-free. He even convinced me to join the football team as a waterboy, “just to have that pretty mouth nearby” (blush). I didn’t know the first thing about football, but luckily all I had to do was mix Gatorade powder into a jug and hand out cups to sweaty jocks during practice. I could practically smell the testosterone and don’t even get me STARTED about the locker room. It was like every gay boy’s dream: bare asses, swingin’ dicks, and uninhibited masculinity, all with a healthy undertone of homophobia. Then, once the rest of the guys headed home after practice, Brock would meet me in the showers, his muscles swollen and cock begging for relief. It was like I had died and gone to gay heaven. But no matter how much I tried to move the conversation toward him putting that big, beautiful dick in my pretty little pussy, things never went beyond oral. Brock made it clear that he had no interest in blowing me, which was fine. I mean, a little ass-eating would have been appreciated, but I can respect some guys aren’t into that. But what was driving me crazy was him not wanting to fuck me! Oral sex was nice and all, but in the gay world, it was essentially a handshake. I needed a dick in my ass if I wanted to properly obliterate my virginity. (I guess I could also top somebody, but I had little to no interest in that–I know what I was put on this earth to do, and it was not to hammer away at some twink like I’m Woody Woodpecker). The first time I tried to bring up anal, he seemed totally lost. “What do you mean, fuck you?” he asked, his face screwed up in confusion. His cock was hanging out of his joggers, wet and hard mid-blowjob. I batted my eyes. “You know, maybe you can put it in me some time.” He looked at his cock, then at me. “But I am putting it in you.” I stifled a sigh. Bless his heart. I smiled coquettishly, stroking his cock as I said, “Yeah, but like, you could also put it in my pussy.” This really confused him. “But you’re a dude. You got a dick.” This time I did sigh. “Yes, I’m aware. I also have an asshole. You know, a tight, wet hole perfect for fucking?” He scrunched up his forehead, the wheels in his head straining to turn. I jerked him off expectantly, waiting eagerly for the all-clear. Finally, he pursed his lips. “Nah.” He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock back into my mouth. “This is good.” I tried to talk up anal over our next few sessions, but it didn’t seem to go anywhere. He was already getting pussy from the girls at school, he said, and the thought of fucking a guy up the ass seemed a little gay. With graduation coming up, I knew my time was running out to seal the deal. But it wasn’t until I was chilling on the couch browsing Snapchat one Saturday night that the idea came to me. Brock had posted a story of him and a few of his dumb friends at some frat party at the nearby college. He had a red solo cup in his hand and seemed to be quite a few beers in. “If you’re a hot chick and you’re seeing this, send tit pics,” he slurred into the camera. I had no doubt that at least a dozen women would take him up on that. But suddenly it occurred to me–why not me? “Everything all right, son?” I looked up to see my dad staring at me. He was lounging on the sofa chair, a beer in one hand and the TV remote in the other. Tonight was family movie night and we were knee-deep in the middle of Magic Mike. I put my phone in my pocket and leaped to my feet. “Just gotta use the bathroom.” I ran up to my bedroom and locked the door behind me, then opened up my dresser. I tore through briefs and jockstraps until I found it: that white lace thong I’d ordered from Temu. I slipped out of my clothes and pulled it on, wedging the fabric between my buttcheeks and sliding on a loose pair of sweat shorts to cover it. I turned off all the lights except for my bedside lamp and kneeled in front of the full-length mirror beside my bed (best birthday present I ever got). I held my phone out at arm’s length, playing around with the angles until I got the perfect shot. My shorts were slipping just a little bit down my ass, revealing the top curves of my ass and just a hint of the thong slipping into my crack. I arched my back to perfection and snapped a shot. I had just sent it when I heard a knock at the door. “Son? Are you in there?” “I’ll be right out!” I called as I pulled my shirt back on. “Hurry up. Mike’s about to give a lap dance and your mother’s getting restless.” I kept one eye on my Snapchat for the rest of the night, only half-paying attention to the movie as I waited for Brock’s response. Mom passed out on the couch about halfway through the film, drunk on Chardonnay. As the end credits rolled and I saw there was still no response from Brock, my heart began to sink. “Goddamnit, Tatum, you did it again,” my dad said approvingly. He stood up, clapped me on the shoulder, and kissed me on the head. “Good night, son. Don’t stay up too late, we’ve got church in the morning.” I took a shower and was about to crawl into bed when my phone dinged. “Hot. Got any more pics?” It was a selfie of Brock. He was in the back of a car now, his shirt pulled up and hanging from his teeth as he flashed his stomach and a bit of his pubes. I sat up at full attention, all weariness gone. I went back and forth between poses until I landed on one that I thought telegraphed what I wanted pretty well: a photo of my finger hooked around the thong, yanking it to the side to reveal just a glimpse of my hole underneath. No caption necessary. Barely a minute passed before my phone began to ring. I picked it up immediately, my heart racing. “Hello?” “That was hella hot,” said a deep voice on the other end. I smiled, laying on my stomach and twirling an imaginary phone cord. “Thanks. Thought I’d show you what you’re missing.” “You ever put anything in there?” “Sometimes.” I could hear his breathing on the other end of the phone, hot and heavy. “Like what?” “Mmm, you know. The usual stuff. My fingers, a vibrator… nothing big enough to really satisfy me, you know?” He was silent for a moment. I heard a faint squelching sound in the background. It took me a moment to realize he was stroking himself. “I could show you sometime if you want,” I said teasingly. “Maybe you could help?” The noise got faster and faster until I heard the sound of a long, low groan. Brock’s breath was heavy and panting. “Meet me after the game on Friday.” I heard the sound of the click as he hung up the phone. A smile spread slowly across my face. This was it! It was finally happening! Friday night was the school championship as our team faced off against the East High Vikings. I hadn’t really followed sports at all before joining the team as the waterboy, but apparently, we were the favorite to win. Coach was being really hard on Brock all week, so much so that he didn’t even stay after for his usual post-practice hummer. I was fine with it, though–all it meant was that much more cum spraying inside my tight little hole. The morning of the game I woke practically buzzing with anticipation. As I came downstairs for breakfast, my dad was sitting there still in his bedclothes, a t-shirt and a loose pair of tighty whities. He lowered the newspaper and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “What are you so excited about?” he asked. “The big game is tonight.” I grabbed a waffle off the table and started nibbling at it. “Uh-huh,” he said. “I still don’t know why you joined the football team. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re taking after your old man. I just never thought you were into that.” I shrugged. “People change, what can I say? Football is the great American pastime and I’m just here to support the team.” He narrowed his eyes. “Hmm. Maybe I should go with you tonight.” My eyes widened. “No, really, that’s not-” “I should be there! Support my son. It’s the championship, right?” Dad set down the paper and scratched his balls. I frowned. “Yes.” “Excellent. And with your mom on that Australian walkabout for the next two weeks, it’ll be nice to get out of the house. Spend some quality time with my son.” I groaned. “Dad, I’m gonna be busy. Some of us might hang out after and I-” Dad patted me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, boy. I won’t make a nuisance of myself. Just wanna see the game and then I’ll head on home. You can even take the car, how’s that sound?” I beamed. “Okay. Thanks!” The school day couldn’t come to an end fast enough. By the time the bell rang, I beelined straight to the field. The guys were already there stretching and getting ready for drills. “Leo! Over here,” said Coach Balz. He beckoned me over to the hydration station by the benches. “Tonight’s a very important night. I got a lot of thirsty boys and they’re all relying on you to keep them quenched. That sound like something you can do?” I gave him a salute. “Absolutely, sir.” He gave me a quick smack on the ass. “Go on, son.” Gametime was at 6, and by 5:30, the bleachers were already mostly filled. Almost the whole school had come out to see the game, and I could see Gibby squeezing herself in on the end of a row of guys who had all painted their chests to say “Vikings Suck.” She waved ecstatically at me, then pointed to her left. I looked over to see my father squeezing in beside her, wearing his tan trucker jacket and a pair of Wrigley jeans. He gave me a quick thumbs up, then turned to the guy with the V painted on his chest and began chatting him up. Soon the coach was calling us all in for our pregame huddle. Brock’s face was furrowed in concentration, the same way it did when the teachers asked him to spell something like “elephant.” The coach was going on and on about some play they were going to do and how the other team was all made up of cocksuckers who didn’t know their ass from their elbow. I just stared at Brock, trying to picture how amazing his adrenaline-heavy post-win fuck would be. As much as I’d never really cared for football, it was pretty exciting to witness a championship game from the sidelines. I cheered on the guys and handed out cups of Gatorade every time they came in from the field, swapping out used towels for fresh ones and resisting the urge to give the used ones a sniff. By the end of the third quarter, we were up by six and spirits were running high. I took a peek out into the stands, where Gibby caught my eye and gave me a quick wave. My dad was still talking to the guy with the V on his chest, his arm around the back of the bleachers as he leaned in close and said something I couldn’t hear. I could tell the guy was blushing even from here. “Leo! Keep your head in the game and hand me those towels,” growled the coach. The last quarter was particularly brutal. The guys kept making one mistake after the other, and pretty soon our places had switched and now we were the ones down by six. Brock took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, letting out a roar that was equal parts scary and sexy. “Listen you sons of bitches,” yelled Coach Balz. “We’ve only got three minutes on the clock. Now I know you cocksuckers can win this if you goddamn try, you hear me? Let’s do this!” They went back on the field after the timeout and took their positions. My eyes stayed on Brock, who was concentrating so hard he looked like he had been asked to spell something tough like “electricity.” As soon as the ball got into the hands of the center, he snapped the ball back to Brock, who took off running. I joined the other fans in cheering him on, watching as he ducked and weaved through the other players to get to the endzone. I was standing close to the sidelines, eager to witness Brock’s brilliant, game-winning touchdown from as close as possible. As he dodged another tackle, my eyes caught on my father in the stands. He had his arm around the shirtless guy now and seemed to be whispering something in his ear. The guy giggled, then put his hand on my dad’s leg. “Leo, watch out!” The sound of Coach’s voice snapped me out of it. I looked up just at that moment to see Brock careening toward me, dodging the player who was currently charging at him full-on. Before I could dive out of the way, Brock crashed into me, pummeling me to the ground. Then everything went dark. The first thing I noticed was a pounding in my head. I lifted my hand to my head and groaned, making a rustling sound as I moved. I was lying on some kind of crinkly paper that felt like the kind you saw at a doctor’s office. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was in the infirmary at the school. My father stood by the door, his face red with anger. “What the hell were you thinking?” he shouted. “That is my son, goddamnit!” I could see Brock sitting in a chair next to him, his eyes cast downward. He had taken off his jersey and pads, sitting there in just his football pants with his helmet in his hands. His dirty blonde hair was all mussed up from the game and he was covered in dirt and sweat. “I’m sorry, sir,” he mumbled. “But I told you, he came out of nowhere. I didn’t mean to-” “I don’t give a damn what you did or didn’t mean to do,” said my dad. “My son is fragile. He’s not like you, he can’t take all this rough and tumble bullshit.” Brock snorted. My dad glared at him. “You serious right now, boy?” Brock cocked his head. “I mean… Come on, sir. I think we both know what kind of boy your son is.” Dad ground his teeth. “Oh, I see how it is. You think just cause he’s a little femboy you can do whatever you want with him, do you?” Femboy? I mean, sure, I wasn’t exactly masculine, but I wouldn’t go that far. I wanted to say something in my defense, but my head still hurt, so I just lay still on the table. Brock smirked. “Look, he’s the one trying to get me to fuck him, okay? Sending me pussy pics on Snapchat, going on and on about how he wanted me to fuck his tight little hole.” My dad screwed up his face in anger. I felt a cold sweat break over me. Brock went on. “But I’m not gonna fuck him because I’m not a faggot, alright? So none of this has anything to do with me. It’s not my fault the little fairy was in the way. Shit, if you’d raised him to be more of a man, he’d probably be on the team instead of on the sidelines.” My face burned with embarrassment. I couldn’t tell how much of this was macho posturing and how much was serious. How could he say these things? I mean, was he really not gonna fuck me? After all that effort I’d put in? The gall! Dad reached for his belt buckle and popped it open. He slid his belt out from around his waist and let it smack against the wall. “What did you just say, young man?” Brock raised his hands. “Whoa man, I don’t want any trouble. Look, I said I was sorry.” Dad scoffed. “I know guys like you, Brock. Think you own the whole world just cause you got a lot of muscles and a big dick. Well, I was just like you once. And let me tell you–you don’t know fucking shit.” Brock stood up and sneered at my dad. “Really, old man? You think you’re a match for me?” He lifted his arm and flexed, his bicep like a giant rock. “Pretty sure I could take you any day.” “You wanna try me?” asked Dad. He dropped the belt on the ground and ripped off his trucker jacket, then raised his hands in a fighting position. Brock laughed. “I don’t beat up old guys.” “I think it’s time someone taught you how to respect your elders, son.” Dad grabbed Brock’s arm and yanked it behind him. Brock let out a cry of pain. “Dude, what the fuck?” He twisted out of his grip and wrapped his arms around Dad’s waist, bracing his legs wide for balance as he tried to tackle him to the ground. I lifted my head weakly, watching in awe as the two men fell to the ground, each one struggling for dominance over the other. I was still too dazed to really move, and even if I could, I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop what was playing out between the two of them. “You smug son of a bitch,” my dad grunted as he wrested his way to sitting on Brock’s legs. He tried to pin Brock’s hands to his sides but Brock slipped free, rolling to the side before charging forward and catching my dad around the chest. He had my dad pinned against the ground now, breathing heavily as he used his weight to keep Dad down. Their faces were inches away from each other and dripping with sweat. “Give it up old man,” he said, breathing heavily. “Your wrestling days are over.” Quick as a flash, Dad twisted his body, using his legs to roll them both over. Now my dad was the one on top of Brock, who had the wind knocked out of him from being slammed into the floor. Dad grabbed his arm and rolled him over, pinning him facedown on the ground. “What did you say?” he snarled in his ear. Brock struggled weakly against my father’s grip. “Argh… get off me, man!” “Not until you apologize to my son, punk.” “Fuck you, dude!” I saw a glint in my father’s eyes, the same one I used to see when I was younger and I did something to really piss him off. With one hand still holding Brock’s arms in place, my father used the other to grab the waistband of Brock’s football pants. Brock’s eyes went wide. “What the fuck are you doing?!” “I’m teaching you some respect,” said my dad as he pulled Brock’s pants down to reveal his pale, hairy ass. He was wearing one of those straight guy sports jockstraps, and his ass jiggled a little as my dad yanked the waistband of Brocke’s pants down below his cheeks. “I’m guessing your old man never gave you any discipline,” said my father as he brought one of his rough paws down on Brock’s ass cheek. “You can’t do this! You… you’re not my dad,” said Brock. Dad spanked him again on the cheek, not too hard, but just enough to let him know he meant business. “I’m giving you a valuable lesson, boy.” He brought his hand down in another spank, this time a little bit harder. “You need to respect your elders.” The next spank caused Brock to cry out. “Ow! Stop it, you old fuck!” Dad gave him a few more swats on each cheek, causing his bottom to start turning a light shade of pink. “Ow! I’m… I’m sorry, okay?” “Sorry for what?” asked my dad as he brought his hand down for another sharp spank. “Agh! Sorry for… for hurting Leo. For not being more careful.” “And?” SMACK! “Jesus, stop it! I’m sorry for calling him a faggot. He’s… just a normal gay guy.” Dad leaned down and whispered in his ear. “You know what I think?” he said softly. He slipped his hand in between Brock’s legs and grabbed his cock. I was shocked to see that Brock had a raging boner. “I think you like this, son.” Brock’s eyes went wide. “N… no I don’t.” Dad stroked him a little bit, making him whimper. “No? Well, how about this?” He let go of Brock’s cock and pulled him into his chest. He wrapped his arm around Brock’s head, burying the jock’s face deep into his armpit. “You smell that?” he said gruffly as Brock struggled against him. “That’s what a real man smells like.” Brock stopped struggling, then went limp. His hands curled around Dad’s arm as he breathed him in deeply. “Fuck yeah… you like that, don’t you?” asked my dad. Even from here, I could see the head of Brock’s dick springing out the side of his jockstrap. My dad flexed his arm, showing off his rock-hard biceps. Even for an old man with a gut, he was still built like a tank. Brock moaned, squeezing my dad’s muscles as he softly kissed his arm. “I know what boys like you need,” said Dad as he pulled off his shirt. “You think you’re hot shit but all you really want is a real man telling you what to do.” Brock kissed his way down my father’s hairy chest, his hands squeezing my father’s pecs. He took one of his nipples in his mouth and sucked on it gently, squeezing and massaging the skin as he suckled. “That’s it, boy. Show daddy how much you want it.” I was starting to get hard myself, dazed as I was. I sat up slowly, ignoring the throbbing in my head as I got a better look at the action on the ground. Brock was kissing and licking my dad’s chest, his hands roaming over Dad’s hairy torso. Dad had Brock’s cock in his hand, stroking it softly as he soaked in the boy’s admiration. I was torn between feeling absolutely livid at my father for seducing yet another conquest of mine and feeling flattered that he would go to such lengths to defend me. I debated saying something but had no idea what that would be, so I kept quiet and started rubbing myself through my shorts. Dad lifted Brock’s chin until the jock was looking him in the eyes. “Tell me what you want, boy.” Brock swallowed. “I… I don’t know…” “I do,” said Dad. He leaned in and kissed Brock on the lips, devouring the young jock’s mouth with wet kisses. Brock moaned, going limp as a rag doll in my father’s arms. “I know exactly what you want,” Dad said in between kisses. “You want daddy to be proud of you… to think you’re a big man… to see your big muscles… and your brute strength… and tell you what a good boy you are…” Each phrase was punctuated with another wet, sloppy tongue kiss. Dad slid his hand down Brock’s back to the cleft above his cheeks, slipping his fingers into Brock’s crack. Brock moaned as Dad’s middle finger, rough and calloused, brushed up against his hole. “You don’t need to pretend anymore,” Dad said. He nipped Brock’s ear, then whispered, “Daddy loves you just the way you are.” He slid the tip of his finger inside of Brock, causing the great big jock to cry out and grip his arm so tightly his fingers turned white. “Shhhh,” said Dad as he wiggled his finger. “Daddy’s here now. Daddy’s got you.” He pushed Brock onto his back, crouching at the jock’s feet with his finger still inside him. He pulled the jockstrap aside to release Brock’s throbbing cock, then swallowed it whole. Brock’s eyes went wide as he shouted, “Oh, fuck!” He lifted his head weakly, staring down at my father as he bobbed up and down on the football player’s cock. Unlike my blowjobs, which were generally hands-free and entirely one-sided, Dad was putting everything he had into blowing Brock. As his right hand roamed across Brock’s body, pinching his nipples and squeezing his biceps, the fingers on his left hand were hammering in and out of the jock’s tight hole. Despite (to my knowledge) never doing any form of ass-play, Brock’s asshole was taking one finger after another until Dad was three fingers deep. Brock’s face was twisted in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as who knows how many internalized masculine ideals were being steamrolled inside his brain. Dad pulled his fingers out of Brock’s hole and sucked them dry. “Fuck, boy. You taste so good.” He grinned lecherously as he unbuttoned his pants and started to pull them down until he was wearing nothing but those tighty-whities. Brock watched him nervously, his cock as hard as a nail. “Wh-what are you gonna do, Mr. Wyte?” Dad pulled his cock out of his briefs and gave it a quick tug. “Don’t ask questions you already know the answers to.” He threw Brock’s leg over his shoulder and positioned himself at the entrance of Brock’s innocence. Brock’s lip quivered slightly. “I… I’m scared.” Dad put his hand behind Brock’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. The big jock was like a trembling kitten in Dad’s hands, more soft and vulnerable than I had ever seen him. “Don’t be afraid, baby,” Dad said gently. “You want this, you know you do. Now be a good boy and let daddy in.” Brock kept his eyes locked onto Dad’s, then nodded slowly. His lips parted in a soft gasp as Dad pushed into him, eviscerating his manhood inch by inch. “That’s it, baby boy,” my father said as he sank his cock into the football player. “Doesn’t this feel right?” He slid another inch inside, his eyes gleaming as he said, “You don’t have to pretend anymore. You’re daddy’s good boy, aren’t you? You just wanna make him proud.” “UGH!” Brock grunted in surprise as Dad bottomed out inside him. “Y-yes sir,” he said softly. Dad grinned. “I’m so proud of you, son. You’re making daddy feel so good.” He began rocking his hips back and forth, slowly at first, then more forcefully as he opened up Brock’s virgin asshole. The jock’s eyes were wide, filled with fear and pleasure and hungry, hungry need. I felt a surge of jealousy as I watched my father take Brock’s virginity. It should be me on my back getting filled, not him! But Dad was obviously right–there was no denying Brock’s submissiveness, how quickly he had spread his legs for my father and given himself to another man. Yet again, he was a poor choice to take my virginity. I had been so close, too! Oh well. Now all there was to do was to sit back and enjoy the ride as my father worked his magic. Dad leaned his forehead against Brock’s, his eyes locked onto the younger man’s as he thrust into him. “You feel me?” he asked, his voice harsh and commanding. “Yes sir,” Brock said meekly. “Tell me,” he said, picking up the pace of his thrusting. “Tell me who your daddy is.” Brock’s leg flailed in the air as Dad slammed his cock in deep. “UGH! Y-you’re my daddy.” “Again,” said Dad. “You’re my daddy.” Dad pressed their chests together, cradling Brock’s head in the crook of his neck. “Louder!” “You’re my daddy!” “Scream it!” “YOU’RE! MY! DA-DDY! UGH!” Brock’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as Dad pummeled his asshole, their sweaty bodies grinding against each other. I was rubbing myself underneath my shorts, working my way to a particularly brutal orgasm. Dad clamped down on Brock’s neck, licking and sucking and biting him like an animal as he burrowed deep inside Brock’s bowels. “That’s it,” groaned Dad. “That’s it! Take my cock, boy. Take all of me. Take. My. Fucking. Seed!” He bellowed loudly, his arms wrapped tightly around Brock’s frame as he loaded him up with his cum. He was shaking, his whole body tensed and dripping with sweat as he inseminated the newly-broken jock underneath him. It was fascinating to watch, almost primal, like one of those nature shows. My father was a beast of a man, the pinnacle of virility. I was sure that if Brock had been a woman, my father’s seed would have taken root immediately. I suppose, even with my father cucking me again, I should be thankful I didn’t have to worry about any new siblings. Brock just watched my father’s face in awe, taking in every grunt and twitch as my father spilled his seed. When my dad was finished ejaculating, he laid his head down against Brock’s chest and nuzzled him gently. “So proud of you,” he murmured. “Um… sir?” Brock’s voice was tentative. Dad lifted his head. “Uh, I was wondering… could I… cum, maybe?” Dad smirked. He kissed him softly, slipping his hand behind his head to pull Brock deeper into the kiss. “Let daddy take care of you.” Without removing himself from Brock’s hole, my father sat back on his legs, pulling the jock up with him. He held the boy steadily with one hand, using the other to softly stroke Brock’s dick. He continued kissing Brock, probing the boy with his tongue as he worked his cock like a pro. He was also bucking his hips ever so slightly, stimulating the jock’s prostate as he brought him closer to the edge. I myself was within seconds of cumming, overwhelmed by the hot display of man sex in front of me. As Brock’s whimpering grew louder and his cock started to spurt jets of hot cum all over his stomach, I felt my own cock erupting inside my shorts. I kept my breathing steady, not wanting to bring attention to myself as my sticky seed seeped through my underwear and trickled down towards my hole. I said nothing as my father and Brock got dressed, pretending to sleep as they pulled their clothes back on. My father licked Brock’s seed off of his stomach, then fed it to him in a hungry kiss. I didn’t know why I didn’t say anything–perhaps I was embarrassed by it all, or perhaps I didn’t want to give my father the satisfaction of knowing I knew I had been cucked again. After a few minutes, I felt him gently shaking me. “Leo? Leo, are you awake?” I opened my eyes, then murmured, “Dad? What happened?” He put his hand on my forehead. “Hey, son. There was an accident. You fell and hit your head.” I sat up slowly. “Right… I remember.” Dad looked at Brock, then jerked his head at me. “Uh, I’m sorry, Leo,” Brock said sheepishly. “I should have been more careful.” “That’s okay,” I said. “What happened with the game? Did we win?” Brock shook his head. “We lost. By a lot.” “Oh, shit. I’m sorry.” He looked at my dad and smiled. “It’s okay. The night wasn’t a total waste.” The sexual tension between the two of them was still palpable. I tried to ignore the smell of cum in the air and the obvious bottom eyes that Brock was throwing at my father. After a moment my dad said, “Brock, why don’t you go on and give my son and me a minute? I just want to make sure he’s okay.” Brock nodded and left. As soon as he was gone, Dad handed me an aspirin and a glass of water. “I was worried about you for a second there,” he said, and I could actually hear the concern in his voice. “I’m fine, Dad,” I said. He patted my leg, then lifted his hand and looked curiously at it. I felt my stomach sink when I saw it covered in sticky clear cum. He looked down at the wet spot on my shorts and grinned. “Looks like someone wasn’t entirely asleep.” He wiped his hand on his shirt and chuckled. “I love you, son. Just do me a favor, will you?” He winked at me. “Don’t tell your mother.”

Sorry guys, I’ve been living that high life. Here’s the recap… we just blasted off and sent us into a daisy chain of cock and ass, breeding hungry holes, and me on my back sucking my cum out of a beautiful hairy hole. I flip onto my back and he squats down presenting me with a beautiful hairy puffy pink hole. I can see my cum starting to dribble out and stick my tongue up and into his ass. He’s moaning edging me on, fuck yeah, eat my ass when I feel the bed shift. He leans forward and grabs my legs back exposing my cock and ass. I feel a finger poking around in my sloppy hole, then two, then three and a familiar burning as one of the daddy’s is pushing a shard into my hole. Fuckkkkkk I love a booty bump and my hole is ravenously hungrier than I’ve ever felt as it melts against and into me. I hear the otter say he’s ready and I feel one finger, then another, and another is added… fuck I’m up to four now. Daddy’s working my ass opening me up, stretching my hole open with each in and out of his fingers. Soon I feel his thumb and knuckles slowly and methodically in and out. My ass feels so open and soon I feel him pushing his fist into me. I’ve never been fisted it’s always been a fantasy of mine, but it’s never happened. All too soon I feel him literally pop his hand into me and fuckkkkkkkkkkk my ass has never felt so full. He lets his fist sit inside me and my cock is a river of precum. Daddy takes my precum and lubes his meaty paw. He’s literally fisting me with my precum and his load. I’m in fucking ecstasy. I distinctly remember thinking to myself, this is what I was made for as he begins pulling out than back in. My ass is literally so open, so full, so hungry. I look over and see the otter riding the other daddy’s dick. Daddy pulls all the way out and my ass in equal measure never felt emptier and hungrier. Daddy pushes his hand back inside me, and I feel my hole stretching as he pushes his cock into my ass and starts fucking / jerking off inside me. I’m in pig heaven, I’m swirling hard and lost in sensation and any sense of time as daddy starts pounding away at his hand. I can literally feel his cock getting thicker in my ass as he’s pumping away. He begins to grunt and moan and soon I feel him pushing his seed so fucking deep into my guts. I’m coming down from that trying to catch my breath when I hear, “Well, what the fuck do we have here?” I turn my head to see who and where this new voice is. Only to find it’s a client of mine, Dean. I begin to panic while he eyes the room and begins stalking towards the pipe. Without taking his eyes off me he slowly melts the Tina until a whiff of smoke appears takes a hit and walks over to me and shotguns that sweet smoke into my mouth. To be clear 1) I’ve never mixed business with pleasure 2) to best of my knowledge this man is straight, married white picket fence and all. All of this begins to fade as he pushes his tongue against mine and takes my hand placing it on his hard cock. My mouth softens and I moan into him as he teases his fingers softly down my chest, my cock and balls and meets the daddy’s hand and cock still buried into my wrecked hole sliding a finger alongside and in. He breaks our kiss, sliding another finger in and says, “I always thought you were a slam pig, and now you’re my slam pig.” He pulls his fingers out takes another hit and shotguns the otter while he’s still riding the daddy’s dick. Dean takes another hit and shotguns into the daddy fucking the otter, and another hit shotgunning into the daddy who’s hand is still buried knuckles deep and finally returns to me this time he takes my cock in his mouth as he exhales his cloud.

Recap: While I was lost in my rush, I hear him getting his cough on, and he bellows fuckkkkkk and begins earnestly fucking my hole. I’m in pig heaven he’s jackhammering away at my hole while I work his nips. He’s encouraging me calling me a slampig, that I’m just a hole, a whore for cock and cum. I eagerly agree begging him to fucking use me. Use my holes. Whore me out. When suddenly I hear a couple of coughs in the distance. I began looking about to see where and who the coughing was coming from, only to find another hot hairy daddy and a younger 30 something otter walking towards us. Daddy takes a minute from jackhammering my hole and looks down at me smiling and tells me I had talked with two of his buddies earlier and they’d messaged him while he was mixing the rigs. Just as he’d said that there’s a cock to my right and I swiftly swallow down the otters cock down to its base. The two daddies start making out while the other resumes his assault on my hole. As I mentioned earlier I’m lucky I get hard when I party and slamming for whatever reason makes my cock throb. Otter pulls out of my mouth and starts sucking my cock while the daddies switch off in my hole. I was in sexual nirvana daddy 2’s cock was thick, like beer can thick (I’ve always preferred girth over length), and I can feel my ass stretching around his thick drooling meat as he presses inward. Soon daddy 2 hits the sweet spot and he knows it. I’m moaning, begging him to keep using me, and soon I’m rewarded with the first load of the night. This signals a break and I dismount out of the sling. We began exchanging pleasantries, commenting how hot that was, what we were into, our kinks… all that shit Daddy 1 walks back in with a tray and 4 glasses. He offers each of us some Gatorade and G if we want it. We each draw up our respective dose and down it. Daddy 1 asks if I want other slam I couldn’t believe looking at the time that 3 hours had passed. I agree and he pulls out 4 rigs but advised these are a little bit stronger than our last round at .6. Knowing that .4 was the largest I’d ever done, I was equal parts anxious, curious, and eager. I agree, we agree it’d be hot for us all to shoot at the same time, and begin to tie off. We each got a register and held it until everyone was ready…. 3…. 2…. 1…. Blastoff…. Holy fuck, I’d never been so high in my life we each coughed and bellowed a guttural fuckkkkkkkkkkkk yeah… Every fiber of my being felt electric, and I was ravenous for anything and everything. My cock began shooting cum and was quickly buried in the otters ass. Using my cum for lube I began fucking that boy, just pounding his hungry hole while he edges me on with yeah, fuck me, fucking use me, use my hole, fucking breed me…. I feel one of the daddy’s behind me and shoves his cock in me. Fucking hell my ass has never felt this full before. The sensation of his dick against my prostrate and my cock in the otter sent me into overdrive. I began pounding my ass onto his dick and pounding the otters ass. The other daddy kneels down and the otter eagerly takes his cock into his mouth. He starts sucking that dick for all he’s worth. Soon I can feel a change in daddy’s rhythm behind me and this begins an orgasmic chain eruption as he empties his load into me, and I began to cum again. As I was orgasming my hole was milking his cock as he was filling me up. Causing me to shoot a huge fucking load into the otters hungry hole. By this time the G was in full effect, I pull out of the otter and begin eating his hole I LOVE eating a freshly fucked cummy hole). I’m pulling his ass parts so I can dig my tongue in deeper and get more cum. He suggests I lay on my back and he’ll squat on my face. Perfect… I flip onto my back and he squats down presenting me with a beautiful hairy puffy pink hole. I can see my cum starting to dribble out and stick my tongue up and into his ass. He’s moaning edging me on, fuck yeah, eat my ass when I feel the bed shift. He leans forward and grabs my legs back exposing my cock and ass.

He walked over and sat at the other end of the couch facing me. He opened his legs and stroked his hard huge obelisk of a cock. "Massage my balls and finger my perinium please", he said I thought for a second. It seemed safe enough. It's not like he asked me to suck his cock. I crawled over to him and sat between his legs. As I did that he lowered his left leg around my waist and his right leg came up from the ground and around my waist as well locking me in a bit. I started to massage his balls and search for his premium. He quickened his stroking of his mammoth cock. I worked his balls and found his perinium. He "Yeah boy work Daddy's balls and knot", he moaned. I couldn't help but stare at his huge cock. It was gorgeous. It was not just long at least 9" but thick and his veins made it so sexy. His cock head was large too like a plow. Being this close for the first time I noticed there was a hole like a piercing under his cock head. I kept massaging his balls and knot. He kept moaning. "Ahhh yeah. Go ahead and play with my hole baby, please" he moaned. I paused. He wants me to play with his asshole I thought? Isn't he a top? What about his disease? He must've seen me think. "Dan don't worry you can't catch AIDS from rubbing my hole or sticking a finger up it." he said jokingly "Oh yeah I know just never been asked to do that to a guy before. And aren't you a top" i said casually I reached further down and found his hole. He slide back and up to allow easier access. I played with it teasing it and massaging his balls. "Go ahead and stick you finger in", he said "I thought you were a top" I said "Yes I am but it feels good and second a good top knows how to take a dick too once in a while. That's what makes him a good top" Rick said "I don't have any lube near by lets use our cum" Rick said He pointed at the cum on me and his leaking precum. I rubbed my finger in both and then tried to stick it in his ass. He was tight and I didn't want to hurt him. "Go ahead don't worry just stick in easy. Slowly" Rick said looking at me I slowly pushed in and my finger went. He let out a moan. I pushed my finger in deeper. "Swirl it around and pushed it deep and hook it back to you" he moaned I did just that. It felt tight and wet and warm, like a pussy. It reminded me this first time I fingered Jane. Rick kept moaning and stroking his cock and playing with his nipples, all the while his eyes locked on me. I love the way he looked at me. It made me feel safe, loved, beautiful, sexy and that he was in caring control. As I hooked my finger back, he let out a deep moan. "Ohhh yeah do it baby do it for Daddy", he yelled My fingers went into overdrive, I worked his sweet spot and his balls. After another 20 seconds, he yelled. "Ughhhhhhhh here it comes", he moaned My eyes left his and focused on his huge hard cock. I was focused on it. He was slowly pumping not fast or erratic and his precum was just oozing out and then a small spurt of this cream popped, then a spray of drops all over, then large spurts came shooting out of his hot cum. I felt his ass squeeze hard around my finger as he orgasmed.

Rick was still behind rubbing my chest and shoulders, once in a while teasing my nipples which still sent shockwaves down to my cock even though I had just cum. His head next to mine whispering in my ear. "Yeah good boy. How did that feel. You came good.", he said "It was amazing. I never felt such a strong orgasm before. What you said about my nipples and perineum was so right. It felt so good", I said He stood up and moved to the side of me. His cock was sticking out at me only a few inches from my face. "Yes and there is so much more I can teach you about your body and giving into your pleasure. I want to make you feel so good." Rick said his lips burshing against my ear. I leaned into his lips. As I turned I saw his huge meat. "Sorry you were so busy helping me you didn't cum yet", I said "Its fine. I wanted to help you experience deep pleasure. Did you really enjoy it?", he asked I nodded, "Yes it was incredible, I am still calming down from the high", i replied. While my cock was not erect it was still a little hard. That normally doesn't happen. "You still look horny my boy", he said looking at my cock and stroking his "Yeah still energized, normally I go soft by now. I don't know why its still hard", I replied Rick then knelt by me. And started to massage my legs and relax me. "Ohhh boy you came a gallon didn't you. We better get you cleaned up. Do you mind if I help?" Rick asked "Sure its all over me" I replied "Do you mind if I taste your cum" he asked I didn't know what to say. I thought for a second. He tasted my leak so might as well. I nodded. He took his fingers and scooped it up and placed it in his mouth and sucked his fingers. The way he did it was so sensual and then he swirled it in his mouth to taste it and then swallow. All the while looking me in the eyes. "You taste so good Dan. Here try it", he said while scooping it up and placing it in my mouth like earlier today. He sensually teased my mouth and massaged my mouth and tongue. It waslike my mouth and tongue were having sexy with his finger, so sensual and erotic. I tasted my cum and swallowed. "Tastes good right", he asked with his fingers still teasing my mouth. I nodded. He fingers pulled out and seductively touched my lips. He scooped up more and lightly seductively entered my mouth again this time he instructed me. "Yeah just suck my finger baby, enjoy the flavour of your sweet cum, taste it baby, its sweet nectar, that's it tongue it, suck on my finger. Make my finger feel good baby. Ohhh yeah" he said His words taking control of my mouth and tongue. My tongue flicked his finger tips and swirled around his finger and sucked on it like it was food. I tasted and savored my cum. It did taste good. "Dan, you are so handsome and beautiful " he said staring at me His words were working their magic. His left hand was now massaging my thigh. My cock was hard again. "That's it baby good boy" he said pulling out his finger slowly and swirling my lips. In the moment my lips reached out to suck his finger again, like it was missing his finger in my mouth and I sucked on it again. Holding onto his finger in my mouth. "Yeah you like that don't you" he said smiling at me His finger scooped up more cum and again back in my mouth and was hungry for his finger and my cum. I tongued, licked and sucked on his finger. Again he pulled it out and teased my lips. My lips responded on their own and kissed his finger and my tongue stuck out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah good boy", Rick said teasing me. His hand on my thigh making me feel good. He scooped up more cum from my belly and smeared it on my lips. My mouth tried to reach out for his finger but he pulled it away. "No, just lick it off your lips", he said I did in a hungry sexy way, licking my lips while Rick stared at me "Do you mind if I lick it off of you please? There is so much to clean up" he said smiling "Ughh ok just not my cock" I said "Ok" he replied as he patted my thigh and kept it there. He moved closer to me our bodies touching, his cock now poking my left leg and he leaned over and grabbed my hand holding my hard cock and moved it over off the side. He squeezed my hand as he moved it thereby squeezing my cock. It throbbed and leak some cum. He then started to lick the cum off me. Starting at my groin and pubic area. I shivered as the way he licked up the cum caused a shock of pleasure. Licking and sucking and nibbling the cum out of my pubic hair and slurping so close at the base of my cock. Then he worked up my belly sucking the cum in my belly button. I let out a soft moan. Then up my abs and chest, licking and sucking causing shocks down to my cock. I started to breath harder. Then he started to suck and lick both my nipples that were covered in my cum. Electricity to my now rock hard cock. He kept on my nipples licking them and teasing them even after the cum was all gone. It felt so good I let out a soft moan. He then sucked and pulled gently on my nipples with his teeth. "Aaahhhh", I moaned whipping my head back in both pain and pleasure. He went on teasing my nipples and sucking on them for what seemed like an hour but was only not even a minute. At this point my cock was leaking precum again. He stayed there for a while working them then up my neck licking the cum off the side of my neck and also nibble. I let out another soft slightly high pitch moan. Then the cum on my ear lobe as he sucked it and I melted and let out another moan. My hand on its own started to massage my cock now which was leaking precum again. "Yeah you got cum all over.", Rick said our lips inches away. "Do you mind helping me? I didn't get a chance to cum yet", he said "Sure how can I help", I said. As the words left my mouth I reminded myself he has HIV.

Hi all, I’ve got this deep desire to be a cumdump and until now I’ve been fighting back the urges and not done it before. I really want to be a cumdump. I really getting into the headspace that “cumdumps don’t get to choose”, that they are “just a bussy hole to be used”, and being pumped out, no load refused. 🤤 I was was hoping you guys here could offer some tips at all; such as: - What app or social networks best? I’ve used Grindr and Recon, but without luck - What should the cumdump post entail or what pictures work best? - Is it better to be naked bum up, in jockstrap or does kinky/slutty wear get more traffic? (In my mind a cum drenched jockstrap looks so hot!) - How long do sessions last and is the a best day of the week or time of day? - Any tips on finding the best place to host? (I don’t want to do it in my own apartment!) - How do you encourage filming or content, or encourage guest to invite more breeders? - What lube do you recommend? I think the cum looking “spunk” lube is hot. Poppers. Towel. Anything else I’m missing? - Do breeders prefer face or anon in general? - Any recommendations to make it the best experience possible. - Watching Cumdump popper hypno has really gotten me into headspace. Does anyone know of any more or have any favourite depraved Cumdump hypno? (Preferably popper vids?) Thanks guys! Maybe someone nice can offer to be my mentor? 😈

Check out bcdhotels.com. Most of the info you need there. I personally wear a jockstrap because I think bottoms should always wear one. My harness has never put anyone off but I wouldn’t go much kinkier than that. Cumdumping is vanilla fucking, just lots of it. For filming, just put it in your ad that it’s allowed and encouraged. Don’t expect to see it afterwards though, necessarily. Apps: grindr, BBRT, twitter, I guess scruff. Lube: whatever is your preference. You’re going for a marathon, get something you like. With luck you won’t need it as much once your hole gets cummy. I’d strongly suggest anon. Show your face on apps so breeders know who they’re fucking, but be blindfolded when they arrive. Don’t ask any tops for photos because it doesn’t matter. A cock comes through the door you take it and its load. Watch you don’t get robbed. If you have to have your phone out during it use a cheap burner phone.

When I was a student I started cruising for sex in public toilets and parks and had the time of my life. Ever since then I've totally got off on having sex in public or semi-public places and over the years that has lead to some really horny experiences. In general I am viewed as sensible and measured and as someone who makes sound decisions, both at work and in my personal life. Most people who know me have no idea I totally get off on risky sex - the riskier the better. A couple of years ago I was having a drink with some friends in a straight pub in West London. It was early evening and the bar was quite full with an after work crowd. When I went to the bar to get some more drinks it took me a while to get served and as I looked around my eye caught the eye of a ginger guy in a smart dark blue shirt and darlk trousers who was drinking with a crowd of colleagues. They all looked in their late 20s, early 30s and had clearly all had a few drinks as they had become quite loud and I learned from their conversation that they all worked for a large firm of solicitors in central London and were having drinks to celebrate someone's birthday. I had been checking the ginger guy out and he had clearly noticed as he was now checking me out. I really didn't think anything would come of it as I got the drinks and rejoined my friends but every now and then he looked over at me and after a while we were both cruising each other. I still didn't think anything was going to happen but after he had sunk a few more drinks he made his way towards the toilet and blatently cruised me on his way past. I waited a moment or two and then excused myself and made my way to the toilet. The ginger guy was standing at one of the urinals, swaying slightly as he pissed heavily. As I entered the toilet he turned towards me and grinned, making no effort to hide his cock, which I could see was already half hard. I unzipped my trousers and moved in next to him. By the time he finished pissing, his cock was hard and so was mine. He reached out and took my cock in his hand and soon we were wanking each other. After a miute or two he stopped and stuffed his cock back into his pants. I was disappointed but knew it was too risky to continue what we were doing. The ginger guy motioned to me to follow him and to my surprise, instead of heading back to the bar, he turned the other way. A door was half open at the end of the passage and he pushed it and went out. I followed him and found we were in an alleyway at the side of the pub. I could see a load of barrels and crates at the end of the alley and guessed it was a storage area for the bar. There didn't seem to be anyone about and soon my pants were down and the ginger lad was sucking my cock. He sucked me really well and I was really turned on, but just as I was getting close to cumming, he stopped sucking me and stood up. He grinned drunkenly at me and then turned round and pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over. I was even more turned on now - I knew I was taking a big risk but I couldn't resist. He reached around and pulled his cheeks apart and I pushed my wet cock againts his arsehole. A little to my surprise, my cock slid up him quite easily and he grunted and bent forward as I began to fuck him bareback, right there in the alleyway, his trousers and pants at his knees and his smart blue shirt pushed up his back. I knew we would have to be quick so I didn't hold back. I fucked him slowly at first and then I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him harder as he gave satisfied little moans. I had followed him to the toilet hoping that something might happen but I had never thought for a minute that I would end up with my cock up his arse and I enjoyed every minute of the fuck. I was getting close now and after a few more thrusts I began to cum in him. I hadn't cum for quite a few days and I knew I was shooting a big load into his arse. When I had finished cumming I pulled out his arse and he grinned at me as we both pulled our pants up. A few minutes later we were both back in the bar and I was really turned on by the fact that none of my friends or any of his colleagues knew that he had drunkenly offered his arse in the alley and now had a big load of cum in him. I had enjoyed another risky public fuck a year or so before I split with my long term partner when I had a meeting one afternoon in a city on the south coast about seventy miles from London. I had been a bit late in leaving and traffic was quite heavy on the way into the city so I was still running a bit late and I then I realised I had missed the turning for the car park the meeting organisers had suggested. I found another car park after a while but it was pretty full and I had to go right up to the top floor. I was not in the best of moods now but eventually I found a space and parked the car. A young black guy parked in the space next to me and as we entered the lift together we exchanged a few remarks about the traffic. He was dressed very smartly in a shirt and tie and smart black trousers and as the lift descended I couldn't help noticing that he was packing what looked like a sizeable cock in the front of his smart trousers. He suddenly looked straight at me and I knew he had reaslised I was checking him out. He didn't seem to mind though - if anything he seemed amused and I noticed that the outline of his cock was now even more obvious in his trousers. As he exited the lift he grinned at me and I smiled back. The meeting was long and boring and it was after six by the time it finished. I made my way back to the car park and entered the lift. Just as the doors were closing I heard the sound of footsteps and pressed to hold the door open. It was the black guy I had encountered earlier and he grinned at me and said "Thanks mate," as he entered the lift. We travelled up to the top floor in silence and made our way back to our cars. The car park was pretty empty now and only a few cars remained on the top floor. He grinned at me again as he took off his jacket and placed it carefully on the back seat of his car and then asked me how my day had been. I told him and he grinned again and told me his day hadn't been much better. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to get into his car and I noticed that he was standing with his legs spread and once again I could see the outline of his cock in his trousers. He looked straight at me and a short time later I was folllowing him into a little recess area just behind where our cars were parked. The car park was a bit run down and I couldn't see any signs of CCTV and soon his cock was out and I was down sucking him off. I had guessed from the bulge in his trousers that he had quite a big cock and I was not disappointed. He sighed as I sucked his cock and then licked his balls for a while before taking his cock back into my mouth. I enjoyed every minute of sucking his cock and I was now really horny to be fucked but I didn't know if he would be up for that and also I knew I couldn't take him without lube, Then I remembered something and told him to wait for a minute. I went quickly back to my car and, as I had thought, found a little pack of lube in the pouch of my bag. I was soon sucking his cock again and then I stood up and asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He looked at me. "I don't have a condom," he said. I told him he could fuck me without a condom if he wanted. "Are you sure, mate?" he asked and when I nodded his eyes lit up. A short time later I was bent over and he was pushing his cock slowly but surely up my arse. I groaned and he gave me a minute to get used to his cock and then began to fuck me. Although we were in the little recess area, we weren't really hidden from sight and anyone coming to that part of the car park would soon have realised what we were doing. I was really turned on by being fucked bareback in a run down car park in a recess that smelt strongly of piss and I told him to fuck me harder. I hadn't been fucked for a while and certainly not by a cock as big as this one and I was close to cumming as his breathing got heavier and he panted "I need to cum....oh fuck.....I need to cum....can I cum in your arse, mate?" I didn't get the chance to answer - I could feel that he was already cumming in me and I shot my load out in front of me as he loaded my arse. Soon I was driving back up the motorway towards London, enjoying the pleasant, wet sensation of my cum filled arse. A couple of years later I was spending a few days in Munich, a city I was not particularly familiar with. That year they were having a major safe sex campaign and there were billboards and posters of both straight and gay couples all over the city encouraging people to use condoms. Despite this, I had enjoyed some horny bareback sex when I visited a club on the Friday night -the club was busy and there was certainly no shortage of lads willing to take it up the arse without a condom. On the Saturday night I met a friend for dinner in a restaurant in the west of the city. It was quite late when I left him and made my way to get the tram back into the city centre. As I waited for the tram I saw two lads coming along the other side of the road. They were fooling around and had both clearly had a few drinks. They stopped at the tram stop on the other side of the road and I noticed they now had their arms around each other. I had assumed they were a couple of straight lads on a night out but now I realised they were a couple and as I watched, they waved across the road at me. I smiled and waved back and then they kissed each other. I smiled again as I watched them fooling around. One lad was stocky with a really nice chunky arse and the other was tall and dark haired and looked to be slightly younger. They kissed again and then the dark haired lad said something and the other lad nodded. To my surprise they came across the road towards me and smiled at me again as they made their way towards a gap in some billboards behind the tram stop. I couldn't quite believe I was being cruised by two fit young lads but then the dark haired lad turned round and motioned to me to follow them. A minute later I was behind the billboard on some waste ground with the two lads. We stood for a moment and then they started kissing again. The dark haired lad pulled me towards them and soon I was kissing the other guy, who had told me his name was Timo, as the dark haired lad (whose name I didn't catch) got down on his knees. I still couldn't quite believe this was happening but a short time later Timo and I had our pants down and were kissing each other hard as the dark haired lad took turns sucking on our cocks. I could taste the alcohol on Timo's breath as he kissed me and this, together with the smell of his aftershave, made me even hornier. The dark haired lad sucked Timo's cock for a while and then started sucking me again. I was getting close now and looking forward to blowing my load in the dark haired lad's mouth when he stood up and kissed me. I was just thinking this couldn't get any hornier when, to my surprise, Timo pushed his pants and trousers right down and bent forward as the dark haired lad said "Do you want to fuck him?" Seconds later I was standing behind Timo and as I pushed my finger into his arse I found it was wet and lubed with what I was fairly sure was cum. I wondered where they had been and what they had been doing as I positioned my cock against Timo's arsehole and pushed. My cock slid up him easily and I began to fuck him as the dark haired guy watched. I knew I wouldn't last very long and after about ten or twelve thrusts I shot my load up Timo's arse. A short time later the two lads got on a tram and waved cheerfully at me as it pulled away. It was a totally unexpected encounter and an extremely horny one. I loved the way they had cruised me so blatently in the street and was turned on by the way Timo had offered his arse so willingly and by the fact that I obviously had not been the first guy to fuck him that night. My tram arrived and I got on, noticing as it pulled away that we had fucked behind a billboard with a huge safe sex poster on it. It was about six months later when I had another horny fuck. I woke really early one morning and could not get back to sleep - I had been working hard and had too much on my mind. After a while I decided I might as well get up and after I had showered and had some toast I decided I would go and do some shopping at a nearby supermarket which was open 24 hours a day. It was just after 6am when I got there and, although the supermarket was not particularly busy, there was quite a queue at the self service tills, which are the only ones open at that time in the morning. I was standing behind a dark haired guy in a beanie hat who had arrived in the queue at the same time as me. I had let him go first and he had thanked me and remarked on how busy the supermarket was. We started chatting and he told me he was from Poland and had been in London for a few years now. He told me he was on his way home after working night shift at the airport. We ended up cruising each other in the car park and once I had put my shopping in the boot of my car, he motioned to me to follow him and soon we were in some bushes on a bit of wasteland behind the supermarket and I was sucking his cock. It was still dark and I could see the headlights of the cars flashing by on the road just on the other side of the bushes as I sucked him. I could tell he was really into getting sucked and I wanted to see if he was up for going further. I motioned to him to turn round and, after hesitating for a moment, he turned round and pulled his pants down below his arse. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. His hole was quite hairy and a bit funky but I didn't care and he moaned as I licked his hole. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began to push the head of my cock against his wet hole. He shook his head. "No," he said "Only with condom." I told him I didn't have a condom and continued to push my cock against his hole. He shook his head again. "No, only with condom." he repeated. He didn't stop me though as I pushed my cock against his hole again and he groaned as the head of my cock entered his arse. I was sure he would stop me then but instead he groaned again and then pulled his pants down to his knees and bent forward. I knew he wasn't going to stop me now and I pushed my cock slowly up his arse and then began to fuck him. I fucked him hard and fast and he was moaning now "Oh yes.....yes.....fuck me....fuck me.." I was close to cumming now and I thought he might ask me to pull out but he didn't say anything as I began to shoot what felt like a massive load of cum up his arse. He didn't say anything as we made our way back to the car park and I wondered if he was regretting letting me fuck him without a condom. I thought he had probably only intended to let me suck him off when he cruised me in the car park and had certainly not thought he would end up gettng his arse loaded with cum in the bushes. It was another totally unexpected and horny bareback fuck and I loved the fact that, like so many other guys, he had started off insisting on a condom and had ended up letting me breed his arse. Part 2 to follow