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The Four Meet Up Law drives up to the house. Nick has given Law his own key so him and his son slip right through the front door. They make their way down to the sex room. Before Law opens the door, he turns to his son. L: Now see here boy. You will do anything and everything Nick or I tell you to do. You got that? We’re the ones in charge. You walk in there and that boy is the fucking cumdump. He doesn’t even have a name until he’s earned it. You got that? Jan nodded his head. L: Good. Once we get in there. You are to strip naked and start having fun while me and Nick set up the party favors. Again, Jan nodded his head. Law opened the door and in they walked. The lighting was low but they both could make out the twink and his step dad. They were already naked. Realizing this, Jan started stripping off the little clothes he had on. He threw his clothes in the corner by the door. Jan walked over to his boyfriend. He noticed there was something written on his chest in black marker. Across Brandon’s chest was “cumdump” along with two lines underneath the label. B: Yeah, that’s for the 2 loads I already have in me. Did you already have any fun tonight? J: Yeah, my dad gave me a crash course in this stuff. It was amazing. I loved it. Now I know how great you will feel when I fuck you, Bra… I’m supposed to call you Cumdump. B: Well then call me that. Don’t get them made at us. J: Okay Cumdump. I see that someone is all smooth now. B: Yeah, Nick told me to shave off everything like a good little bottom bitch. Smooth as the day I was born. Jan reaches down and rubs where his boyfriend had once had fine body hair. Jan leaned in and started a passionate kiss with the other teen. N: Ahem! The boys stopped and turned toward the two men that were setting up the favors on a small table. They walked over and were amazed at the spread. In front of them was a mirror with a few lines to be snorted and two loaded pipes ready to go. L: First thing first. Here, take this Jan. This will help keep everything going tonight. He handed Jan a blue pill. L: And this is for you Cumdump. Law handed the twink an tablet of ecstacy. L: This should have a similar effect for our bottom of the night. The boys looked at each other and thought better than to keep their dad/stepdad waiting. They were offered glasses of soda that they learned later were spiked with G. They gave the Cumdump drastically more G than Jan but still a decent amount. The boys drank up and finished their drinks. The men then offered the boys each a rolled up bill and pointed to the lines on the mirror. There were two lines each for them. The boys snorted their lines and then took a step back. They were starting to feel warm and fuzzy. They just start to make out for a while, while they stood there. In the meantime, the men were doing their lines. They had made three each for themselves. They then picked up the pipes and started smoking. They each let out a huge cloud that seemed to get the boys’s attention. Each teen went to their respective dads. The men start to make out with the teens, Law with Jan and Nick with Brandon. They start doing shotguns in between making out. Once the boys had obviously gotten to the point where all the drugs were kicking in, that’s when the men switched boys. Law was with Brandon and Nick with Jan. They went right back to making out. The men stripped and now had body contact with the boys. The men’s hands traveled all over the teens, gliding over their smooth bodies. Brandon was smoother than Jan but neither teen had much hair to begin with. The major difference between the two twinks was that Jan was sporting a hard on while Brandon was completely soft. The two men looked at each other and then both pushed their respective boys down to their knees to start sucking them off. The twinks started sucking their dicks immediately, without even being told to. They sucked like they were after that sweet nectar from the men’s balls. Once the boys had coated the men’s dicks with their saliva, the men broke away and grabbed their boys by the arm. They threw the boys toward the sling and told Jan to secure the cumdump. Brandon jumped into the sling while Jan went to work tying the limbs to the sling. After he locked his boyfriend into the the sling, Jan went down to the teen’s hole and started to eat him out. Jan pulled out and looked at the two men. J: Mmmm, I can still taste your cum in him Nick. N: And a little from your dad too. Speaking of which, Law, can you grab the cumshots? Law walked up with 2 more needless syringes; one filled with Nick’s cum and the other with Law’s cum. Both with a good-sized shard dissolved in the cum. Law walked up to the teen in the sling and pushed his son aside. He got in between the boy’s legs and pushed the contents of the syringes deep inside of his hole. L: And there he goes … Brandon starts to squirm around feeling the heat coming from his hole. He takes a minute but rides it out. He returns to his dick hungry state he was in before. L: The honors go to the stepdad, Nick. Go ahead and add the first load. N: Oh no, you are my guest. I insist you start us off. L: Thank you. Law lined his hard dick up and started advancing his 7 inch dick inside the twink. Now, Brandon had just been fucked by a his stepdad’s bigger dick but his sensitive ass was still new to being pushed open. He felt every inch slide into him. Little moans could be heard coming from his cracked open mouth. Law gets balls deep and starts hammering his dick into the teen. L: Yeah, make me feel it Cumdump! Jan is transfixed watching his dad fuck his boyfriend. His dick was hard as can be and begged to be touched. He reached down and started jerking off. N: Hey Jan, come over here, I need your help. Jan walked over to Nick who was sitting on a small ottoman. J: Yes, sir? Hearing the “yes, sir” made Nick’s dick bounce. He too was hard as can be and needed some attention. N: Jan I want you to sit on my dick. I want you to bounce on my 9.5 inches. If you can make me cum in your tight ass, then you can switch out your dad and add the next load into the Cumdump. Jan looked down at the monster 9.5 inch dick. He was thicker than his own dad. But his hole twitched at the thought. Without saying a word he turned around, bent over and reached from his toes in front of the man. Nick knew what he wanted, what he needed. He knelt down and started rimming the boy, getting his hole ready to be dick filled. When he was finally wet enough, Nick sat back down on the ottoman. Jan stood up and simply backed up until his perky ass touched Nick’s dick. Nick had to use his hand to position it so that it lined up with the teen’s hole but it made contact. Nick grabbed the teen by the waist, he was not getting away from him, even if he tried. But Jan only tried to keep backing up. He slowly backed his way halfway down on the big dick. Nick bend down and spit on the boys hole, adding some lubrication and then pulled the boy down toward him. this pushed the rest of the dick into the twink. Jan yelped and winced in pain. It felt good to him but still hurt a bit. He was still tight even though his own dad had just opened him up earlier than evening. Nick’s dick was definitely bigger. He needed a second to get used to the girth. Jan opened his eyes and concentrated on watching his hot dad fuck his hot boyfriend in the sling. He reached down for his hard dick and started jerking it. this helped him relax enough to start pulling forward and pushed back on it. Nick felt the teen relax and start to fuck himself onto his dick. He grabbed his legs, spreading them and pulling him onto his lap. This helped the dick get deeper into the twink. Jan developed a rhythm and was bouncing up and down in no time. He was so into it, he stopped jerking off and his dick starting swinging in a circle like a helicopter. The next thing Jan knows is that he is being gripped hard by the waist. That’s when he feels it. I rush of cum being squirted right up him ass. Nick was out of breath. His nut had snuck up on him. He didn’t eve have time to yell out a warning. Not that it mattered, he was cumming in the teen either way. Nick finally released his grip on the teen. Jan looked at Nick for permission to unmount him and he nodded. Jan carefully pulled up and off of the dick. He saved as much cum inside of him as he could. He reached down and jerked his hard dick a few times. That’s when he knew what he needed to do next. He walked over to the sling and walked to his boyfriend’s head. The head was low enough that Jan smacked the cumdump’s face with his dick and got him to open up. Jan started to fuck the other end of his boyfriend. Jan looked ahead of him, watching his dad preparing to add a load of cum into his boyfriend. This idea was so hot to him that he almost shot his load. He had to slow his rhythm to collect himself. That’s when he looked right into his dad’s eyes and watched as his dad grabbed the cumdump by the waist and shot his load. Law took a moment to really shoot deep into the boy. He panted a moment and then slowly pulled out. Law walks away and comes back with a black marker. He adds another 2 dashes to the cumdump's tally. Jan looks down at the total of 4 for the night so far. He looks up and sees his dad waving him over to the hole so he could add his own load.

I woke up. I went to use the bathroom and my ass was sore. As I walked the butt plug felt like it was opening all the small scrape and abrasions in my ass. I peed and came back to bed. Rick was up. "How are you doing baby" he said "I am doing ok but my ass is on fire and sore" I said "Good. That means you are raw. Get up here and bend over. I am going to take you again and breed you with my charged cum" he said Those words gave me an instant hard on. I eagerly hopped up on the bed on all fours. I felt him pull out the plug and felt what was probably blood and cum leak out of me. "Yeah your pussy is still bleeding. There is some cum. Time to recharge your cunt" he said "Yes Daddy please fuck me and cum in me." I said I turned around and kissed him with my tongue invading his mouth. He kissed back and held me. "I want you to breed me and knock me up and make me yours. I want to have your baby Daddy" I said as I kissed him again and then went down on his hard cock and sucked him for a minute then turned around and presented my ass to him. "Take me Daddy please" I said begging He put his hard head at me entrance and slowly entered me. I felt the burn as his cock went over and ripped again each scrape in my ass. I grunted in pain. He was more gentle than last night which helped but it still hurt a lot. I felt him start to pick up his pace. He was now pounding me. It hurt but I took it. I grunted in pain. He was pushing past my second ring and could feel the abrasions there too, it burned and hurt. He focused on my prostate again which provided some pleasure which made me moan a bit. He kept up and I pushed back meeting his thrust also rotating my ass and squeezing my ass which made him moan. I kept it up. I love giving him pleasure. "Oh yeah your cunt is milking me baby. Fuck your pussy feels so good." he moaned After a few minutes I felt his cock start to expand and his breathing I could tell he was on the verge and in a few strokes he started to cum "Here you go baby knocking you up" he moaned I pushed back and milked him. He kept grinding and fucking me hard. He slowed down and pulled out. He quickly replaced his cock with plug in me. I turned around and his cock had cum and a lot of blood. I wiped him off not wanting to eat my own blood. We kissed and he held me. He felt and smelled so good. "Thank you Daddy, I can't wait" I said "I know baby don't worry you will get pregnant soon" he said He got off the bed and started to get ready for work and I went to my bedroom and did the same. I got to work around 7:15am. Everyone was in the office and I got to work. We had a staff meeting. As everyone filled in, Professor Post came and sat by me. We were in the back of the room and with two other staffers near us but in front. The meeting went on and the Professor reached over and put his hand on my thigh and caressed it. It felt good. My ass was still burning so a pleasured touch was welcomed. He then moved his hand on my inner thigh caressing it. My breathing picked up. Then he his hand went into my shorts under my briefs and started to tease my balls and cock. My legs on their own spread giving him more access. He looked over and smiled. He then grabbed my hand and placed it on his now hard cock. I squeezed it and played with his cock head. He was wearing thin dress pants and it didn't feel like he had underwear on. Then his hand moved out of my crotch and then down my back and under my ass. He toyed with the butt plug in me rotating and moving it from side to side. I would squeeze his cock as he played with me. His pants started to have a wet spot of his precum leaking. I played more and let the fabric get wet and my fingers got sticky. I moved them up to my lips and licked it looking at him. I could see the hunger in my eyes. Then... "Professor Post can you update us on the field trip please" said the Department Chair He got up and spoke from the back. Luckly it hid his hard cock pushing in an outline of his pants. After he finished speaking he sat back down and placed his hand on my cock and rubbed it. I started to get hard again and he slipped his hand under and teased my cock. I started to leak precum and he wet his fingers and then licked it while looking at me smiling. We were both clearly horny and wanting to have sex but knew we couldn't. After the meeting we went back to his office and he closed his door. He pulled down his pants and I dropped on my knees and took his mammoth hard cock in my mouth. I sucked on him, worshiped it and licked his hard cock. I wanted to taste his cum. He moaned and started to fuck my mouth. After a few minutes I felt he was about to cum. Without warning he pulled out of my mouth and then put his hard cock in his pants and zipped it up. I looked at him at a loss why he would do that. "You don't get my cock again until I get to fuck your tight pussy. I want your ass and to fuck you again" he said. He then walked over to the door and opened it. I had to get up quickly so no one would see me on my knees. I was frustrated and thanked the Professor for his time and went to my desk to work. I had to hide my hard on with my bag when walking back to my desk. I sat down and again felt the butt plug push in me and my prostate. Even though it hurt and felt the burn it did feel good hitting my gspot. Here I was at my desk and horny my cock hard and leaking. I love my new life.

If the only thing you're bringing to the table is an 8" cock then I'm immediately bored. So many guys with giant cocks think they don't have to do anything else. Nope. Absolutely wrong. There has to be something else going on. After all, it's a cliche, but your brain is your biggest sex organ.

I'm sure I'm in the minority, but I'd love to see Dan break and start taking poz cum from every top he can find until he converts.

5-6" hits my prostate great. And if my guy curves up things get even better. Easiest guys to have a prostate orgasm with. So if I'm imagining the perfect guy maybe I'd give him 5-6" with a nice curve to have easy prostate orgasms with him. Smaller dick doesn't hit my prostate but it's still great. It's easy to get fucked with under 4" and no worries about getting pounded long and hard. I went away for a week with a friend who's got a smaller dick and we had fun, he fucked me every day. So maybe I'd imagine the perfect guy with a dick that's easy to enjoy every day as long as we like. And I can still have prostate orgasms if it's feeling good and I'm squeezing my butt again and again, it's been known to make it happen. Bigger dicks don't hit my prostate that much, kind of go past it. Bigger they get the less often I can take them too, but they're also really good feeling, the deepness is very satisfying and intimate. Love spooning with a long dick guy grinding deep inside me as we kiss. So maybe the perfect size is long for some intimate deep fucking. Something about feeling a long dick throbbing as he cums that's uniquely hot too. Guess they're all good!

So, I'm finally hooking up with a new top tomorrow afternoon. Found him on BBRT. After a few messages we agreed to fuck tomorrow afternoon . In one of his messages he said he wants to get me pregnant. So, my response was that he was going to have to try very very hard. I just thought it was funny , and hot. I'm looking forward to his load now more than ever.

I'd rather (once Dan has converted), read a description of what happens when he decides to be the one to poz a neg guy's arse (maybe even by stealth) or his reaction when a chaser approaches and asked Dan to 'poz him up'! That, and descriptions of a few more of Rick's successful 'pozzing' tales.

It's done. We're a couple, legally. After having been secretly in love for more than a decade, after calling ourselves "best friends" for years. After that October 3rd 2022 when we touched each other naked for the first time. And later that year, he left his former wife, now here we are. Those folks who say that legal recognition isn't essential for same sex couples? Only privileged can say this. We both have faced family members deaths during years, and being "no one" for institutions, means strangers can decide for your beloved and you count nothing. Not all countries have full recognized marriage, but every right we can obtain, we must use it, push it, ask politicians to improve it.

I woke up. I went to use the bathroom and my ass was sore. As I walked the butt plug felt like it was opening all the small scrape and abrasions in my ass. I peed and came back to bed. Rick was up. "How are you doing baby" he said "I am doing ok but my ass is on fire and sore" I said "Good. That means you are raw. Get up here and bend over. I am going to take you again and breed you with my charged cum" he said Those words gave me an instant hard on. I eagerly hopped up on the bed on all fours. I felt him pull out the plug and felt what was probably blood and cum leak out of me. "Yeah your pussy is still bleeding. There is some cum. Time to recharge your cunt" he said "Yes Daddy please fuck me and cum in me." I said I turned around and kissed him with my tongue invading his mouth. He kissed back and held me. "I want you to breed me and knock me up and make me yours. I want to have your baby Daddy" I said as I kissed him again and then went down on his hard cock and sucked him for a minute then turned around and presented my ass to him. "Take me Daddy please" I said begging He put his hard head at me entrance and slowly entered me. I felt the burn as his cock went over and ripped again each scrape in my ass. I grunted in pain. He was more gentle than last night which helped but it still hurt a lot. I felt him start to pick up his pace. He was now pounding me. It hurt but I took it. I grunted in pain. He was pushing past my second ring and could feel the abrasions there too, it burned and hurt. He focused on my prostate again which provided some pleasure which made me moan a bit. He kept up and I pushed back meeting his thrust also rotating my ass and squeezing my ass which made him moan. I kept it up. I love giving him pleasure. "Oh yeah your cunt is milking me baby. Fuck your pussy feels so good." he moaned After a few minutes I felt his cock start to expand and his breathing I could tell he was on the verge and in a few strokes he started to cum "Here you go baby knocking you up" he moaned I pushed back and milked him. He kept grinding and fucking me hard. He slowed down and pulled out. He quickly replaced his cock with plug in me. I turned around and his cock had cum and a lot of blood. I wiped him off not wanting to eat my own blood. We kissed and he held me. He felt and smelled so good. "Thank you Daddy, I can't wait" I said "I know baby don't worry you will get pregnant soon" he said He got off the bed and started to get ready for work and I went to my bedroom and did the same.

yesterday around lunchtime. Arranged a gangbang for my birthday. 5 cocks took turns pounding my hungry pussy. Got 6 loads in there and a 7th in my mouth. Got DP'd and they filmed me being a total cumwhore. FUCK it was so hot. And woke up this morning horny as fuck.

I left work and went to my classes. As I both sat at work and class and walked around I felt more comfortable with the butt plug in me. At a meeting at work the Professor could see me shifting as he knew the plug was in me. I met some friends after class at a bar and drank and had some Mexican food. After I ran some errands and then finally went home around 9pm. I washed up and went into Rick's bedroom. He was there on the couch watching TV. I kissed him and sat down next to him. We watched Tv for a bit and then the show finished. We talked about our day and then I told him I went to the store to help me get pregnant with his seed. He smiled and asked what that was I pulled out a toothbrush. He smiled. I told him I went on blogs to find out how to get infected. There were many ways including injection of blood. I told him I wanted to start with this. I knew he used his fingernails to scrape me but thought this may be another tool for him to use. "Will you please use this on me. I know it will hurt but I feel I need to do my part too so you can knock me up and I can get pregnant" I said smiling. "You sure, It will hurt and I won't be gentle" he said "I know and I also read you shouldn't use lube just spit" I told him. I then pulled down his shorts and took him in my mouth. After a few minutes sucking and licking his meat he was hard. I pulled down my shorts, my cock hard and got on me knees and looked up at him and said "Daddy brush me my pussy and make it bleed then fuck me please with your seed and knock me up please" I begged. "Get on the bed on all fours boy" he said He put down a pad on the bed. I did jump on the bed and got on all fours. He pulled out the plug and he inserted the brush. I made sure to get the firm brush. I hurt like a lot. And he wasn't gentle. I yelled and grunted as the pain was intense. He was brushing my hard and it was scraping my inside. He even pushed it in real deep to the point where it almost went all the way in me losing the brush passing my second ring. After a minute or two of scraping my insides he pulled it out and showed it to me. I turned over and saw it. It was covered in blood. He put it on the night stand, took his hard cock and placed it as my ass and lifted my legs. He then pushed into me in one motion. I yelled. I hurt. The pain was a searing sharp pain in my ass followed by the dull pressure of his huge meat. I yelled. "Shut up you wanted this. I am going to knock you up" he said. He started to fuck me hard. It really hurt. I felt him rub against my prostate which felt a little pleasure but it was also scraped and felt the burn pain inside. He kept fucking me. I heard the wet slapping sound of the fucking. It hurt, there was no pleasure. I just grunted and bared the pain. I knew this had to be done and wanted to do my part to get knocked up. "Yes Daddy i did want this, I want to get knocked up" i moaned and grunted. After about 10 minutes of fucking me on my back i brought my legs down and pushed him back on the bed keeping him in me. And then i rode him like that. It felt a little better and wanted to again do my part to get knocked up. "Good boy, you are going to get Daddy's charged seed soon" he said. After a few minutes he moaned "Here it comes boy" as I felt a warm spurt in my ass. My cock was only slightly hard and this was the only time I could think of when I didn't orgasm. It just hurt a lot but i worked thru and it and wanted it more than the pain. After he calmed down he pulled out. His cock was covered in blood with a little cum mixed in that I could see. I took a towel and cleaned him off. He kissed me and pulled me close to him, we cuddled. "I am so happy and proud you did this for us. I know it must've hurt. I appreciate your willingness to do this so you can take my seed and get knocked up" he said kissing me. "I am glad I did. I want you to knock me up so much" I said looking at him with puppy eyes. We kissed and cuddled. Before falling asleep he put the plug back in which hurt but I was in his arms and filled with his cum. In my mind i felt like i could feel his seed marking me.

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Part 3 Don't read this if ur not into party drugs, drug use, bareback sex, immoral behavior, or anything taboo. Otherwise, enjoy! Darius must have been confused when he came in. He’d been gone for only a few minutes but the scene he’d left was no where to be found. What had replaced it was a giant beast of a man, plowing his heavy uncut meat into the tight, tortured asshole of a teenage wrestler who was waaaaaaaaay over his head. Tim might have been begging for this creature to stop, but his mouth was full of jockstrap and his hands were tied behind his back with his own undershirt. Tears were streaming down his cheeks into the dirty carpet, and I couldn’t have cared less. Looking up at the nude black Adonis in front of me I opened my mouth and accepted his cock into my gullet and down past my tonsils. Occasionally Tim would wiggle, trying to escape the fucking he’d brought upon himself, and if I’d been in control I might have been able to let him go, but the Tina was in charge now, and all I could do was watch and pity the boy as my body destroyed him. “Fuck yeah coach, swallow my jizz.” Darius screamed as he filled me with my first black load. Most went down my throat to feed the Tina monster, but some bubbled up and out between the sides of his cock and my tightly stretched lips. When he finally pulled his spent Dick free of my suckling hungry hole, I could tell the monster had something it needed to say. “You made me do this Tim,” the voice erupted from my own throat. “Now take what you wanted. Take it all. TAKE ALL MY CUM!!!!!!” The next thing I knew I came to on top of Tim’s body. He shook softly, crying but trying to stay quiet so as not to wake the beast. Horrified at what I’d done, I pulled my spent, cum soaked pens from his gaping, torn asshole, and pulled the gag from his mouth, asking if he was alright. He looked at me like I was no longer the beloved coach he’d trusted and befriended. Now he only saw me as a host for the nasty, raw, destructive madman that ruined his virgin boy butt. I needed to make him see that it wasn’t me, it was the drugs and the desire. He had to know that I’d never hurt him like that. “little bitch came all over my rug while you was breedin’ his pussy,” Darius drew my attention to where Tim’s Dick had been trapped between his body and the floor. Sure enough, a puddle of white sperm had collected. Looking at his crotch, it was obvious he’d cum a lot, since it ran from his belly button down through his small patch of pubs and all over his hips, balls, and cock. I took the shredded boxer briefs from where I’d dropped them after I ripped them off his calves before spreading his legs and… “Fuck I’m sorry Tim,” I used the torn fabric to wipe him clean. “Are you okay?” “Just untie my hands okay, please.” His voice was low and submissive. His cock was hardening in my hands while I cleaned him, but his face showed how ashamed it made him. I agreed to untie him, helping him up onto his knees so he could turn around. Now that he could hide his hardening 18 year old Dick, He would feel less embarrassed while I let him loose. Still unstable, he lost his balance and thrust one knee out onto the couch so he wouldn’t fall. Reaching out to steady him, I looked at where I grabbed him and realized his butt cheeks were spread and his puffy aggravated hole was exposed. With one finger I reached closer and brush the hole, making his butt spasm, forcing a thick drop of my cum out. My cock twitched and I felt the drugs taking hold again. Whispering things like ‘it’s okay’ and ‘just relax,’ I took the undies in my hand and gently swept them over his cheeks and hole, cleaning him up and making him relax. “Damn this boy wants more!” Darius exclaimed, reaching out and pushing Tim’s hard cock back so it hung between his legs below his hole. My meat was almost fully hard again. “No I don’t Darius. Just untie me Coach, I can’t control it.” Tim begged, looking back over his shoulder as I stood up until my steely penis was wedged between his smooth teen thighs. “Please Coach, I don’t want to get hard, I have no control over my body.” “Then you understand why I can’t stop what I’m about to do to you.” Tim screamed as my cock plowed all the way in again. It was going to be a long night. ……………. “So after I found out one of my former athletes had dropped out of school and got hooked on drugs, I created senior seminar to make sure they had a future.” I hadn’t told Mac any of the sexual stuff or the fact that Tim didn’t quit school until after he spent a weekend getting gangbanged by me and a bunch of guys Darius lined up. All he heard was my dream to start a gym leading to a job at the school, where I hated teaching English and eventually created this class to provide something more worth while to the kids. “These days I only teach the seminar and a junior level test prep course. That way I can focus on creating great students and great athletes and never letting one of my kids end up at the mercy of some drugged up pervert ever again.” “who was that?” Mac asked me, and I realized I had said too much. “Nobody, just an example.” I smiled and changed the subject to see what sports Mac liked to play. Thank goodness for seminar and some random boys in Denver. I’d been able to keep all the graduates from meeting the monster inside me as long as they were sent to college far away. As for the boys I used in their place, they were all druggy sluts anyway, so it was already too late for them once I let the beast loose. Speaking of the beast, my cock was telling me it’d been far too long since I’d gotten high and used some unsuspecting young hole for my pleasure. It hardened as I remembered the last man, who’s face turned into Mac’s when I realized I’d totally forgotten we were talking. “Sorry, what did you say?” I asked hoping he hadn’t noticed my hand stroking my Dick through my pocket. “I said I always wanted to try wrestling, maybe you can show me some moves sometime?” smiling his million dollar smile at me again stirred something I knew I needed to avoid. The rest of the day, everytime I closed my eyes, all I saw was Mac’s smile as my Dick tore open his sweet 20 yr old ass. The beast was tired of sluts. I just hoped I could control it until Mac was gone, because I didn’t see him taking it as well as Tim had, especially since Mac was engaged to a girl back home

Friend is doing research on this, and would like to talk to people who've been there. Problem is, you have to be 75+, but in case they are 75 plus years old here.

Not exactly... I am only 63 and I missed the Continental Baths by only 2 years, I first got into a bath house in 1978 when I had just turned 16... yeah, that was NYC back then, nobody checked IDs. I was at the Everard and St. Marks before I was 18. What an amazing time for uninhibited, hedonistic sexual revelry pre-AIDS New York was! And there are a number of guys on here in their 70s, I'm sure your friend should be able to get a number of gentlemen from this site who were at Continental, @muscmtl. I'd love to read whatever he writes about it when it is complete.

POZZZZZZZZZZZZ MEEEEEE MAAAAN!!!! I'm soooooo fuuuuuuucking druuuuunk that I want a giant nasty ass pozzzzz load shot straight up into my neg butt!!!!!! CONVERT ME!!! Take advantage of me in my drunken state and bring me into the fucking brotherhood like I need it deep inside my soul!!!!! I want my butt fucking overflowing with pozzzz cum all night!!!!

Same here. I enjoy especially chempiss whether it’s right up my butt or straight from the tap. Both ways got me super fucked up.

Hey all. Just moving back to the Dallas area after 6 years away. Moving in to the downtown area.

Damn.. wish I had set up this VPN sooner. I was there taking loads in the Hyatt all weekend. Unfort never ran across any poz guys to breed me.

Also 456 gay bathouse in Montreal during the 80s, where there was a full gym in the basement. Nothing beats training with sex, doing squats and the guy next to you is getting fucked. It was the best experience. But it didn't last long because a guy who came down to train was rejected by the guys, and he got pissed and told his brother in the police. So, the police showed up and told the 456 bathhouse that they could not have sex in the gym. It's a case of "if I can't have it, nobody can." But for the few years it lasted, jesuzchriss the memories. Dick in your mouth while benching, getting sucked doing dumbbell curls, all of it. Mixing sex with weight training was the ultimate way for me to get some hypertrophy, too bad you can't find any of these gyms anymore.

Happy weekend everyone. Lets cum 💦 #poz

I’ve tried it. Took 2 pills and power fucked three bottoms. It felt like having a mega superhuman cock.

I got ready for work and school and got into the office around 7am. No one was in the office at the time. I did my work and around 7:10am Professor Post came in. I could smell him from the back by my desk. I guess he saw my light on and came to the back. He was wearing his cycling spandex shorts and shirt. He stood there rubbing is cock in front of me. It was already hard and protruding with an outline of his hung meat. He saw me stare. He looked down at me and saw my hard cock push up in my shorts. He stepped closer to me as I was still sitting down and his cock inches away from my face. "I know you want to touch it. Go ahead" he said I did. It was a gorgeous thick cock and it looked so sexy outlined underneath the thin shiny tight spandex. I reached out and rubbed his hard meat and teased it with my fingers and then both hands. It started to throb. He then pulled his shorts down and it flew out and hit me in my face smearing precum on my cheek. I wiped it up and licked my fingers while I looked up at him. He pushed forward with the tip of his cock entering my mouth. I leaned forward and started to suck tongue and lick his hard thick meat. He started moan and put his hand on the back of my head. He smelled intoxicating and he tasted so good. He was leaking a lot of precum which was salty and tasty. He stood me up and turned me around and pulled down my pants and underwear. "What do we have here" he said He saw the butt plug and started to play with it. Pushing it in me and rotating it around. I just started to moan and my ass on its own pushed back towards him. "Look like someone is having some fun on their own. Or you Daddy put this in you" he said "My Daddy" I said as I moaned more "Fuck you are such a horny slut" he said "I have never seen such a pussy boy moan just from a little playing with a butt plug in his cunt" he said "You love it don't you. Having your pussy played with" he asked. I nodded and moaned "Yes". I was moaning louder and breathing hard. He really was working the plug. He also reached under and started to fondle my balls and squeeze them. I moaned. "Ohhhh" I moaned "Yeah your cunt is wet. Hear that slopping sound." he said working it. My cock was hard and leaking on my chair. "Lick up your mess boy" he said I leaned down and licked up all the precum on my chair. He then abruptly pulled the plug out of my ass and stuck it in my mouth. "Here clean it and suck on it" he said I then felt his cock at the entrance of my ass. I tried to turn around but his hands were strongly grasping my hips. I spit out the plug and yelled no trying to get away from him. His head pushed in but I clinched keeping him from entering me. "Let me know boy, you know you want it" he said pulling back from me, sticking his fingers in my ass and with his other hand reaching under and rubbing my cock. I started to moan again. "See you know you want it" he said he. He pulled out his fingers and lined up his cock at my ass hole. I twisted my hips and was able to turn and face him again. I was panting. "No sorry I can't let you fuck me" I said He looked mad. "I am sorry I really can't" I pleaded         His demeanor changed. "Why not?" he asked "I've decided to give myself to my Daddy Rick and let him breed me and knock me up."i said His eyes changed and saw a little bit of acknowledgement and also hunger. "So you finally decided to give in. I can help you with that right now. You know you want my cock up your cunt" he said stroking his hard cock. "I see you stare at my cock. I know you want it bad. When I fucked you the other week your pussy ate up my cock. It milked me hard. " he said "Yes I do love your cock being in me and yes I loved when you came in me but I was on PEP. Now I am not and I want my Daddy to impregnate me. I can't have anyone else fuck me until I get knocked up by him" I said in an apologetic manner "You sure" he said stroking his cock. A glob of precum oozed out of his cock and he caught it with his finger and I leaned over to suck it off. "See you know you want me" he said "Yes I do but I am sorry. I am with my Daddy Rick and he owns me right now and I am committed to him to knock me up" I said He then pulled up his shorts. Let me help you put the plug back in. As he did he started to rotate it and work my ass again. I started to moan. He leaned into my ear. "You are such a slut and hot piece of ass. Your pussy wants and needs cock. I never knew you were such a slut when we first met. Had I known I would have been more aggressive and tried to take you for myself and breed you and knock you up. Make you have my baby" he said. I moaned as he worked my hole and whispered into my ear and kissed my neck. He then stopped pulled up my shorts and took a step back. "Ok good luck. If it doesn't take you know where to find me. I know I can knock you up boy" he said rubbing his cock. As he walked away I head the office door unlock and someone walk in. I sat down horny and bothered. My cock hard and leaking. I wonder what it would have been like with the Professor. I stopped and knew I belonged with Rick. I went back to work.

Apologies for the delay everyone. My travel is done and I've been able to make the time to finish part 3. I have one more chapter I want to write to conclude this story after this. +++ Part 3 We waited another day to make sure this is what Joey wanted. I did not want him blaming me for this. Sure I had been manipulating him towards this the whole time, but he was independent enough that I knew if he felt like this was his decision and I hadn’t pressured him into it, that he would internalize it as his independent decision. So the following day, we made a video of him standing in the bathroom with his bottle of PrEP. Joey looked into the camera, “Hey all you hot poz daddies. My name is Joey and I am a cumdump. For awhile now I’ve been taking loads and relying on PrEP to keep me from getting infected. Well, I’m finally ready to embrace my destiny.” He opened the bottle and poured the contents into the toilet then flushed it. He turned back to the camera, “This is my choice and I am now canceling my online prescription.” He pulled out his phone, which was preloaded to the cancellation page of online PrEP service. He pressed the cancel button, then put a finger over his identifying information and turned the phone back to the camera. I moved in for a close up and showed the confirmation that the prescription had been canceled. I panned back out as Joey lowered his phone. He smiled at the camera, “So which of you hot daddies wants to breed me with their toxic cum and get me pregnant with your viral babies.” I stopped the recording. “Perfect. Fuck that was so hot,” I said. Joey saw that I was hard and my cock was tenting out my sweatpants. Without saying anything he dropped to his knees, lowered my sweatpants, and started sucking my cock. I was so turned on that I came quickly, which was rare for me, especially from just a blowjob. I took the video and logged into BBRTS and sent it to the guys that had said they would take med holidays in order to give Joey a toxic load if he ever stopped PrEP. Several backed up but quite a few promised they would stop their meds and to give them a few weeks. I also hit Ray up and let him know that Joey had stopped his PrEP and sent him the video as well. He pinged me right back and said he had actually stopped after his first hook up with Joey and the poz roleplay scene we had arranged. We scheduled an all day session for ten days out, figuring that would be enough time for the PrEP that was in Joey’s system still to clear itself. We didn’t really have many hookups that week as most of the guys we were really interested in wanted to wait until they had a higher viral load or for Joey’s PrEP had worn off. So we entertained ourselves by watching bareback cum dump porn, unfortunately there isn’t enough of it that is focused on vocal conversion dirty talk, so we did it ourselves. I’d fuck his ass with a dildo while we watched a muscle jock like him getting fucked raw as I said how hot it would be for him to be taking raw loads like that from poz tops and getting toxic load after toxic load. Fortunately we had enough guys claiming to be poz tops to host a gangbang on the Saturday after Joey’s PrEP would be worn off. We had five guys lined up that wanted to help convert my little muscle stud. Ray was one of the five. He was scheduled to be the first top to breed Joey’s unprotected boy cunt. I had loosened Joey’s hole up by roughly fucking it with one of our dildos and my fingers. I hadn’t trimmed my nails and while I wasn’t intentionally cutting him, I was not gentle. I wanted his hole to be juicy and receptive not bloody as Joey had a thing about blood. Joey was tied up in the sling waiting for Ray when he arrived. Ray quickly stripped down after entering the room. It didn’t take him long to get hard as he soaked up the sight of my young muscle jock stud of a husband tied up, his ass exposed, waiting to get his vulnerable hole flooded with toxic cum. He didn’t say anything as he slowly jacked his cock. I spoke up, “Joey, this is going to be your first known poz fuck now that you’ve stopped your PrEP. You need to let this man know, you are ready, that you want, I want to hear you beg this man for poz cum, beg him to bred your neg cunt and poz you.” Joey glanced at me and then at Ray, who he had never seen before even though the man had been one of the catalysts for Joey accepting that he wanted to be a bug chaser. “Please Sir, fuck my neg ass and give me your toxic load. I want you to poz me and make me pregnant with your viral babies,” he begged as he looked at Ray’s now hard cock. Ray grunted, not yet wanting to give Joey the chance to recognize him. He stepped forward and sunk his poz cock to the hilt in Joey’s ass in one hard thrust. Joey gasped at the rough intrusion. He quickly started moaning though as Ray started pumping in and out of Joey’s vulnerable asshole. “Yes, oh yes, please Sir, harder, give it to me, infect me, ruin me, give me your virus Sir,” begged Joey as Ray fucked him. I was harder than I could ever remember. It was finally happening, this safe sex only closeted jock muscle stud I had courted was now begging for a poz top’s seed as he was getting fucked raw by someone he that as far as he knew he had never met before. “Yeah Joey, you look so hot right now,” I said, “I love having a fucking no loads refused husband that is begging for a toxic load, I love you so much.” Ray could no longer stay silent, “Fuck yeah Boy, I knew when I fucked you before that you couldn’t stay on PrEP forever after you begged for my toxic load last time.” Joey’s eyes went wide when recognized the voice and the admission that Ray had been the top that helped him accept that he preferred poz loads over unknown cum. “Fuck me Sir, thank you for trying to me poz me last time. I can’t wait to take your virus into me now that I’m off PrEP. Breed me! Give me your load!,” he yelled as Ray was slamming into him. All of this was too much for Ray as he gave a grunt and then pulled Joey’s hips back against him as he started to breed my boy. “Fuck here it comes slut, going to infect you, knock you up with my poz babies, charge you and and change you forever,” he said as made small thrusts as his balls twitched and his cock pulsed, injecting his poison cum into Joey’s muscular ass. Joey was just chanting “Yes, Yes, Yes,” as he took the charged load. Untouched and unannounced neg cum started shooting out of Joey’s hard cock as he was bred. I was close to cumming but I stopped playing with my cock as I didn’t want to cum yet, we had several more tops scheduled to visit today and I wanted to edge through the day so I would still be hard and ready to fuck my Boy’s poz cum filled hole at the end. Ray left his cock buried in Joey’s ass, keeping the cum pushed deep. He reached down and scooped up Joey’s cum with hand and brought it to the boy’s mouth. “Here boy, taste one of your last neg loads. After today you are going to infect and no longer shooting blanks. Your cum will be toxic and you’ll feel the virus calling you to spread it to others.” After they had both recovered from their orgasms, Ray pulled out and I rushed over with a butt plug to keep Ray’s cum inside Joey’s ass. I thanked Ray and escorted him to the living room. I had already arranged for him to be the first and last high-viral load breeder to fuck Joey today. So he was going to hang and recover as the other guys used my husband. I did get on my knees and suck his poz cum, lube, and Joey’s ass juices off his cock. We were interrupted by a knock on the door as the next guy arrived for Joey’s conversion pump and dump. I opened the door and gave a nod, “Follow me, the little muscle stud chaser is tied up in sling in our playroom.” The guy whose name I didn’t know, just his online handle of ‘ToxicGifter123’ followed me. He didn’t bother stripping, but instead just unzipped his pants and pulled his thick cock out of his pants and approached Joey’s head. “Going to rape your throat first before I give you my gift,” he said as he grabbed Joey’s head and turned it so he could thrust his cock into Joey’s mouth. He skull fucked Joey for a few minutes, his precum being thrust forcefully into Joey’s throat as Joey gagged and almost vomited from the rough throat fucking. “Yeah, you’re just a stupid faggot whose purpose in life is to be used by real men,” he growled. Eventually he was ready to fuck and breed Joey, so he pulled out and moved into position. He pulled out the butt plug and held it out to me, “Here Daddy, clean your Boy’s plug as I fuck that load into him and add my own ever more toxic cum to this bitch’s cunt.” I sucked Ray’s cum off the plug as I watched captivated as probably the thickest cock that Joey had ever taken pushed into his ass. Joey whined, “It’s too thick.” “Shut up you worthless cumdump, you will take it and you will thank me for bothering to impregnate you with my HIV babies,” said the man as he reached out and slapped Joey across the face. “Yes Sir, sorry Sir,” responded Joey. My boy had come a long way and it was clear he was fully embracing his role as a bug chasing cumdump. For all his talk, ToxicGifter123 did not last as long as Ray, although he certainly gave my boy a hard dicking. As he got close he made Joey beg for his load, to beg to infect him, which Joey did with enthusiasm. Joey’s cock had regained its hardness during the rough fuck, but he wasn’t ready to cum again. ToxicGifter123 shouted out as he came, “Take that toxic load bitch, feel my cum penetrate you and knock you up.” As with Ray, Joey was happily shout out “Yes, Yes Sir, gift me,” as he took the anonymous man’s high viral load cum. Again after he came and pulled out, I shoved the plug back into Joey’s sloppy cunt. It went in much easier this time as the man’s thick cock had Joey’s asshole gaping. I made sure to use the plug to scoop and shove the cum that was leaking out back into his abused hole. I showed the man out then returned to the playroom and untied Joey, letting him stretch and readjust. I brought him a bottle of water as well. “How you doing baby?” I asked. “I’m doing good,” he replied. I sensed a bit of sheepishness on his part though. I reached down and ran my hand through his sweaty hair and down his wet face, then gently gripped his chin. “You are so fucking sexy. Seeing you be a horny little cum dump slut begging for loads is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I love you so much,” I said then leaned down and kissed him. I pressed my tongue into his mouth and ravaged him, dominating the kiss. When I broke the kiss he looked up at me and smiled, “Thank you Daddy, I’ve the luckiest Boy in the world to have you.” My cock was hard and I almost abandoned the plan and fucked him right then and there but our moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. I quickly started re-securing Joey to the sling as I yelled out, “Ray, can you let the next guy in while I tie Joey back up?” “Sure,” yelled Ray from the living room. A moment later Ray, still naked and semi-hard, led the next breeder into the playroom. He pointed to Joey and said, “Here you go, give this slut what he needs,” to the man next to him. This guy and the next were more of the same. They were very verbal and threw some hard fucks into my boy. It seemed that this conversion party was bringing out the verbal top pig in all the men. After the fourth man left I asked Ray if he was ready to give Joey another load. “Sure, your boy needs one more load,” he said as we walked into the playroom. Joey seemed to be laying there in a state of bliss as he four toxic loads trapped in his ass by the plug. Ray and went over and ran our hands over Joey. His naked muscular body was covered in sweat and lube. I pulled out the plug and licked in clean. I expected Ray, who was hard again, to fuck Joey, but instead Ray grabbed my cock and gave it a few strokes. “I want see you fuck your Boy’s sloppy toxic hole,” he said as he pulled my cock towards Joey’s dripping hole. I was so turned on that I couldn’t say no. I sank my cock into the toxic cum filled tunnel of my husband’s ass. I started slowly thrusting in and out, as I stood between Joey’s legs which were on either side of me in the sling’s stirrups. “Oh fuck Joey, your cum filled cunt feels so good on my cock,” I moaned. I heard some noise behind me but didn’t pay it any attention until I felt Ray pressing up behind me. His arms reached around from behind me and he grabbed Joey’s thighs. I was trapped between Ray and Joey. I could feel Ray’s cock which was lubed up sliding up and down my crack as I fucked Joey. “I think its only fair that Daddy here take at least one toxic load today. What do you think Joey, you want to see your Daddy here get my gift, just like you did?” Joey looked up at me. I’m sure he saw the mix of desire and fear in my eyes. “Yes, I want to see you infect my Daddy as he gives me one of his last negative loads,” said Joey, smiling at me. I had stopped fucking as they talked. I don’t know if it was because I wanted to stop, or if I was just unknowingly giving Ray the opportunity to line his cock up, but I soon felt Ray’s cock pushing into my ass and spreading my asshole open as it gave into his raw HIV positive cock. It had been awhile since I had been fucked, so it was not a pleasant experience as he initially penetrated me. My own cock got soft. Once he was fully buried in my ass, Ray stopped and let me get used his cock. I looked down and saw Joey smiling up and me with a look of absolute love and joy. His cock was hard. I smiled at him and reached down and stroked his cock. “I’d never ask you to do anything I wouldn’t do myself my love,” I said. As the pain of the initial penetration passed, my cock started to get hard again and I was able to reinsert it into Joey. I resumed fucking the four toxic loads into my husband, but my thrusts were causing Ray’s cock to slide in and out of my own ass. Having edged all day, it didn’t take me long until I blasted Joey’s ass with my own negative load. Once I had cum, Ray took over and started pounding my ass hard, pushing me into Joey. I bent forward and started kissing Joey as Ray ravaged my ass. “Okay Daddy, you know what you need to do, just like your Boy,” growled Ray into my ear. “Please Sir, give me that toxic load, bred my ass, knock me up, gift me Sir,” I begged. “Fuck yeah, welcome to club bitch,” he said as grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him as he started shooting his cum into my ass, breeding me with high viral load cum. We took a few minutes to recover then Ray got dressed again and I showed him to the door. I returned to the playroom and untied Joey. As soon as he was free he went over to the table and grabbed the butt plug. Without saying a word I turned around and presented him my ass. He slide the plug in then we hugged and made out for what seemed like an hour as I probed his abused sloppy ass with my fingers. Eventually we went upstairs to the bed room and lay cuddling on the bed as we basked in the afterglow of the hottest sex either of us had ever experienced. Later that evening, I held his head and stared into his eyes and said, “You know, we can go get PEP tomorrow if you are having any regrets.” “I know, but I’d rather we get up tomorrow morning and drive into the City to see how many random loads I can take from strangers at the bathhouse,” said Joey smiling at me. “That sounds much better baby,” I said.

FYI English is not my native language, so will in advanced apologizes for bad English 🙂 I'm a Norwegian submissive cum slut, and these are my stories Part 1 I'm a Norwegian guy in the early thirties. Basically been a cum dump since I started having sex at the age of 16th. I'm a submissive slut with a "no load refuse motto" While i'm writhing the first part, I'm waiting for a 19 year old BBC.... Right now its 05.30 in the morning in Oslo. I'm high on speed and poppers, my ass is filled with cum and I have a big plug inside. It started a few hours ago. I had a deadline for a project tonight at 22.00, been working with it the whole day. Finished at 20.00. The next few days I'm off from work, so I thought why not have a little bit of fun. I knew I would have to go to the library before it closed to print out, sign and scan the project. It closes at 22.00 and I live 10 min away. So was not in a rush. Went to the shower to make sure my ass was clean for fun. Then I snorted some lines of speed before i left for the library. I was able to do what i was supposed to do long before closing time. When i was there i got a text on grindr. He asked if I was up for a quick fuck. He was 200 meters from the Library and asked if like to be fucked in public restrooms. I told him I would be on HC toilet in 3 min, and he could knock 3 times and I would let him in. ... He came, he knocked, I was standing leaning over the toilet in my jockstrap. He fucked me hard and good for 6-7 min before he filled me with cum. Did never see his face. And i dont care about that. Later i went to one of the parks known for cruising in Oslo. Still a little bit cold in Oslo. was only 7 celsius. But got fucked by two guys there as well. Then i went to one of the local gay bars, meet up with some friends. But at got lucky there as well. Now I'm home. Taken a couple more lines with speed and going to take all the cock and take for the next few hours.

Fuck yeah. I enjoy the struggle fucking and love those hung bully tops that bent you over and force you into submission. Fucking hot when they just spit on their cock and force you to take it until your hole is loose. The pleasure is in the pain for sure.

I love the feeling of being forced open too. the pain is a big turn on for me.

Several years ago a met a fugly top. His cock was okay but I just didn't find him attractive at all. I let him fuck me but I just couldn't look at him. So, now I like to blindfold myself in order to enjoy the cock and not worry about the looks. It also turns me on to know that if I see them on the street I won't know who they are but they would recognize me. I only care on whether I like their cock or not.

no lies detected - the mainstreaming of gay culture ruined being gay for those of us who weren’t trying to imitate or approximate the failed straight heteronormative monogamous archetype

“Scout… what just happened?” My voice came out rough. “I—I didn’t mean for it to go there.” He shook his head gently. Calm. Certain. “Yeah, you did, Coach. And it’s okay.” He swallowed, then met my eyes. “It’s what I wanted. I wanted you to be my first. I trusted you with that.” The words landed heavier than anything that had come before. Not lust. Not heat. Something far more dangerous—meaning. The room felt suddenly smaller. Quieter. Like everything had narrowed down to that one truth, hanging between us, impossible to ignore. He wanted me to take his virginity, but I remember Scout begging me to stop. He was screaming in pain. “I loved it, Coach. I always fantasised you taking my virginity unforgivingly from the moment I first watched you jerking off in the showers.” Fuck! I knew someone was watching me. I had that feeling. ‘Coach. I knew I wanted you to take it. I want you to force me to accept it. I didn’t want to pretend. I needed you to push me over the edge. Push me into feeling scared and actually not wanting it so I could truly feel what it is like for a grown man to take what he wants.’ “You wanted to feel like you were being… Raped.” “Not feel like it. To actually be raped. I wanted you to stop, Coach. I was in so much pain. I begged you to stop… I didn’t just want to feel disgusted by what was happening to me. I was disgusted by what was happening to me. I hated what you were doing to me. When you moaned, you weren’t wearing a condom, and you were fucking me raw. I felt fear-I crossed over the line. I was scared shitless. For that moment you owned me, I had no sexual desire.” He placed his hand on my sweaty inner thigh iches away from my cum soaked balls. “I felt violated… Ashamed of what I let happen to me. For that moment, I was broken, and you took advantage of it… When you calmed down from destroying my arse. We heard the knock on the door. I could tell you were genuinely shocked. You had no idea what to do or what to think. I had to make it clear.” “Make what clear?” “I wanted you to do that. It was my choice to let you do that.” We spoke for a long time. That whole time, he did not clean his beautiful face. He liked feeling disgusting. I lit a joint to help us relax and sat near Scout. Uncertain of how close I could be, I occasionally touch his thigh. It was electric. He always fantasised about being raped. He fantasised about me raping him. He needed it, he said. While I was happy it wasn't what I thought I had done, the jig was up. The public saw me, a former professional football player, with another man. This was going to hit the media. This was going to have repunctuations. Sure enough, it did. A few days later, it detonated across one of the biggest papers in the country. Front page. No mercy. An ex-Australian football player was found in bed with a man less than half his age. No nuance. No context. Just scandal, served cold. By midday, I was summoned to the school office. They already knew. The meeting was short. Clinical. Sanitised language wrapped around a blunt outcome. I lost my position. Lost the team. Lost the shot at finals. Years of sweat and sacrifice were erased in under ten minutes. Scout tried to contain the damage. Spoke to the press. Made it clear it was consensual. That he wanted to be with me. Took the heat onto himself to shield what little I had left. The school sent him to counselling anyway. Liability management. Reputation control. And then there were his parents. When I walked out of the office, banned from setting foot on school grounds, they were waiting. Scout stood between them, rigid. His mother’s belly was beginning to round beneath her coat — a quiet, visible truth I couldn’t unsee. His father stepped forward. No words. Just violence. The punch came hard and fast, snapping my head sideways. White noise filled my ears. The taste of blood bloomed across my tongue. I staggered, barely staying upright. “You slimy fucking faggot.” There was distaste in his tone, “You are disgusting, evil fuckin cunt.” He went to slog me another one, but Scout stepped in the way. “Dad. Stop!” “I’ll get you for this.” He walked away. His wife followed. I stood there, frozen, watching the small swell of her belly as they disappeared down the corridor. The reality hit me like delayed shock—slow, then all at once. She was carrying my child. And in that moment, the full geometry of what I’d done finally snapped into focus. I had fucked my future child’s sibling. As for Scout. He was on my door every night. I had no doubt his parents were not happy about it. For the first couple of nights, we just talked and got high. Flirted a lot. I felt conflicted. I’m not gay… Maybe I was… I couldn’t be… But damn, is Scout beautiful. His masculine body, youthful looks, sexy light blond hair on his arms and legs, and that peach bum. It all had me tingling. Things progressed fast. More flirting, slight touches, fewer clothes. It was like slowly unwrapping a birthday gift. It was teasing me. I had not flogged my cock in a few days by this point. Then we were getting into harder gear. I was feeling guilty. I knew Scout was not doing his usual training. He was with me every night. We snorted coke, smoked joints, and smoked the pipe. Partying in my apartment. Then, one night, I took a chance and went a little further. Scout was in the living room, wearing nothing but a pair of white jocks, joint hanging from his mouth, sitting on the couch, flicking through old CDs I collected. “Coach. Are CD’s still a thing?” He thought his sarcasm was funny. “I collected CD’s from heavy metal bands. My father got me into music before he passed away. I guess I just started collecting CD’s as a way of remembering him.” I slipped a CD into the player. Nirvana. Not heavy metal, but fucking awesome. I admired Scout from a distance. I rubbed my bare nipple at the thought of touching him. I caved to my conflicting feelings about my sexuality. I moved in. Touched his jaw. He lifted his head. His face inches from my crotch. Scout could see through my jeans, the outline of my rock-hard cock. “Scout. What are we doing?” He looked up at my bare chest and into my stern eyes. “You know this is wrong, Scout. You know I shouldn’t be exposing you to all these drugs… Touching you the way I am right now.” “I don’t care-I…” “I? What? Scout?” He paused for a moment. I could read all the heavy thoughts flipping past like a hand thumbing the pages of a book. “I want it. I want you, coach. I’m-“ “I’m what? Scout?” He looked away. I held his jaw and turned his face back. “You trust me?” “Yes… Yes, Coach, I trust you.” “You will do anything I say. Anything I want.” “Yes.” “Even if it hurts… Even if I hurt you when I fucked you.” “You own my life.” He almost wept. “Let’s put it to the test.” I stepped back, letting go of his jaw. “Go out onto the balcony, naked, face me and jerk yourself off.” Scout didn’t say a word. He got up, and I watched him slip his white jocks past his perky arse and to the floor. His erect dick flicked out, pointing to the sun. The tip of his knob was slightly poking out from his foreskin. I undid my jeans and sat in the very spot where Scout had been sitting. “Before you go out there, take this.” I tossed him a bottle of poppers. I saw a little grin from the corner of Scout’s mouth. He walked into the midday sun, glass doors wide open. He leaned against the balcony frame and faced me. Sun reflected off his broad shoulders and firm, smooth chest. “Now pull on your cock, boy.” We went to it without any hesitation. He kicked off, tossing slowly. Like he was putting on a show. I didn’t want that. That was not my intention. I wanted him to blow his load in public to test his loyalty. “Jerk faster.” I could see he was a little concerned. I could tell he was horny and would cum if he did. I wanted him to cum. I wanted his orgasm. He picked up the pace. “Take the poppers and take one long sniff in each nostril.” He moved the brown bottle up to his left nostril and breathed in. I counted to 10. “Hold it.” Scout held his breath. I counted to 10. “Let go.” He breathed out. “Next nostril.” I could already see the rush hit him as his pale skin heated to a burning red. He moved the brown bottle to his right nostril. “Breath in.” He did. I counted to 12. “Hold it.” His eyes were bloodshot. He was buzzing. “Hold it. Jerk your cock. Fast.” He followed my command. I watched as his grip held his cock tight while he jerked. His biceps flexed at every stroke. His face was red like a beetroot from the lack of air, and his lungs were full of amyl. I slowly stroked my own cock at the mesmerising visual. “Don’t stop jerking. Breath out.” Scout did. The rush hit him. “I’m gonna cum.” I could tell he was trying to slow down. “Don’t stop. Keep pulling.” He picked his pace back up, and it tipped him over the edge. “Oh fuck!.” He moaned as shot after shot of his cum erupted from his cock, taking his orgasm with every one of them. I watched his youthful pearly whites shoot and splatter across the balcony concrete. A couple of his shots hit the glass panel of the sliding door. His breathing subsided as the last of his load seeped out of the slit of his knob and built up around his thick foreskin. Then, shock his cock to flick it off. His show got me on the edge of cumming, and I had to stop touching myself. “Holy shit, Coach. That was hot.” Scout said as he walked back into the apartment. I stood up. Cock raging hard. I slipped out of my jeans completely. Scout looked back at his load splattered across the balcony’s concrete floor and glass sliding door. “That’s a lot of cum, boy.” “Should I clean it up?” “No. Leave it there.” I stepped behind him. Close. Cradles his tender body as my cock pressed against the smooth ass cheeks. “Want me to shower?” He turned his head into my shoulder as I kissed his neck. “Coach?” “No.” I nudged the back of his legs to encourage him to kneel. “What are you doing?” “You said you would do anything for me.” I pushed Scout down. His face was only inches away from the cummy mess he left on the concrete balcony. I pushed his face the rest of the way, smearing that cum over his beautiful face. Bent over, ass sticking in the air. I pulled his ass cheeks wide, revealing his tiny pink boy hole. It looked exactly how I saw it the first time. Fresh, youthful. Practically still virgin. My cock hovered just above it. A tiny bit of precum built up at the tip. “Coach. I just came… I don’t want to.” “You said I own your life.” “Yeah.” The breath from his voice splattered into his cum. “Prove it.” I placed my knob in his pink hole. Only the tiny bit of precum at the tip of my cock was between me and his perfect pink bit. I forced my cock in balls deep. Scout’s hole gripped tight. I didn’t care. Scout did not have the strength to overpower me. My hard, ridged cock forced through, pulling the tender skin of Scout’s tiny pink hole with it. He screamed in pain. I grabbed his white jock and shoved it deep in his mouth, slapped him across the back of his head, and power fucked him. His ass gripped with every thrust. I had no doubt I was doing damage. Sure enough, my fucking started to feel slick. I could see a bit of red on my cock every time I thrust outward. Scout screamed into his jock. Cum smearing his face. He tried with all his power to pull away. I pinned his arms behind his back. I hocked up a big ball of spit and spat it across his face. It mixed in with his cum. I drove in harder. There was fear in his bloodshot eyes. “Yeah, boy.’” His tight grip on my cock was now slick from his torn-up tunnel. I was sliding in and out of him with ease. I didn’t hold up. I was in a state of wildness. “Faggot!” My hunger was in overdrive. I wanted to break him. I was breaking him. I could feel it building up inside me. I was getting close. Closer. Closer. ‘Huh… Oh fuck! Yes!!’ I moaned out loud. I lost control and felt my orgasm tip over the scale. I erupted. Cock pulsed I was cumming. I didn’t stop fucking. Scout didn’t stop screaming. I was smashing into him. My cum shot inside him as I kept on going. His hole gaped around my cock from his loss of muscle control. My cock was slick with cum. Like tipping a bottle of water upside down and undoing the lid, I felt my energy pour out of me through my orgasm. There was so much cum that it splashed against my pelvis, matting my pubes to my skin. I lost all sense of time and felt myself slow down. My cock was getting way too sensitive, and I pulled out as I regained my breathing. Scout’s puffy red hole remained open for a moment. He had not regained muscle control. My cum gushed out in that moment. Slashed across the Scouts’ balls and thighs. Then, like spurs on coral in an oceanic reef, Scout’s bashed whole clams shut. My sense slowly came back. I’m still holding Scout’s ass cheeks apart. The sounds of sobs grab my attention. In my moment of complete lust, I completely forgot about Scout. His mouth was still jammed full of his jock, face covered in his cum and my spit and crying. Holly shit. I did it again. I let go of his thighs and step back. My cock, still semi-hard, swung back and forth with every step. Scout slumped to the side. Sunlight glistened over the purely white mess on his face. He avoided putting pressure on his arse as he sat up slightly. He was still sobbing as he moved his hand and pressed his fingers against his tender hole. He flinched, and I knew it stung him. Let me know what you think of the story so far. And tell me where you think it leads.

Thank you for all the responses and feedback. here is the next part of the story. Let me know what you think and post what you think happens next. For the next couple of weeks. I tried to hook up with women. I would pick up chicks at bars, bring them home, and try to fuck them. I found that I wasn't getting hard enough, and the feeling wasn’t the same. I even booked an escort, and the same thing happened. I thought it was because I needed to fuck a sloppy, used hole. So, I organised my mate from the other night to come over and bang a bird with me. He was hesitant. He was married with kids, but we both knew he fucked behind her back. I fucked the bird after he had blown in her dozens of times, but my mind went to that boy’s beautiful, smooth body, perky white arse being fucked by a stranger… An older man. I went to my dealer. I needed what I had that night, which I learnt was meth. I asked him about poppers, and he, of course, knew what they were and had supplies. ‘Poppers.’ He said. ‘Yeah. I think that’s what it was called.’ My dealer just rolled his eyes. ‘How strong?’ ‘You sell it?’ ‘Yeah. I do. How strong?’ ‘Strongest you got.’ At first, it was casual. A smoke here, a smoke there. Weekend business. I’d still try to fuck girls, still go through the motions, still pretend my body was listening to the script I’d been handed. It never hit right. The release was there, but the spark? Dead on arrival. Then one night, I wandered back to that back room. Same door. Same low light. Same sense of stepping sideways out of the world. Inside, it was wall-to-wall blokes—old, young, built, broken, confident, desperate. Sweat, smoke, sex hanging in the air like a storm about to crack. I was raging hard, off my face, heart thumping like it wanted out of my chest. Whether I’d timed it perfectly or whether it was always like this didn’t matter—there was fucking everywhere. Bodies pressed, hands roaming, breathy sounds swallowed by the dark. Part of me still flinched at the idea of men on men. Old wiring dying slow. But I’d heard about glory holes. Urban myth made flesh. I shut myself into one of the booths. Tiny. Private. Loud in my head. I sat there for a moment, brain floating somewhere above the ceiling, cock heavy in my hand, answering a call I’d been dodging for years. Then— “Hey… can I suck it?” A whisper. Low. Close. Not from behind me. From the hole in the wall. I ignored it at first. Let the moment hang. Let the pulse build. Then something inside me finally unclenched. A quiet voice saying, stop fighting it. I never saw who it was. That was the point. Just a wall between us, solid and anonymous. I stood, guided myself forward, and pushed through the opening. The response was instant. Warm. Wet. A mouth closing around my cock with intention, not hesitation. Fuck. Whoever was on the other side knew exactly what they were doing. Took my cock deep, no theatrics, no mercy. No woman had ever handled me like that—so sure, so unafraid. My body answered before my head could catch up. I started moving. Slow at first. Then harder. The wall thudded as I lost rhythm, lost restraint, hips snapping forward like I was trying to disappear into it. The mouth didn’t retreat. If anything, it met me, took everything I gave. A hitch of breath. A gagged sound. Slicker now. Messier. Still there. I dragged the poppers under my nose, long and greedy, the room dissolving as I floated higher and higher. Everything narrowed to sensation. Heat, pressure, surrender. I didn’t last. Couldn’t. When it hit, it was violent and unstoppable, my cum spilling into the dark, erupting into a stranger who accepted it without a sound. No faces. No names. Just release. My worries about playing with men didn’t vanish overnight, but they thinned out, lost their grip. Curiosity outpaced fear. Before I knew it, that back room had me clocked as a regular. Familiar nods. Familiar heat. I started branching out—other cruise clubs, other shadows—and that’s where I learned about beats. Different geography, same hunger. I let blokes suck my cock without overthinking it. Watched men get fucked like it was live theatre, raw and unfiltered. No shame, no curtains. Just bodies doing what they wanted. My first time at a sauna was strange in how normal it felt. Like a football change room after training—same steam, same casual nudity, same sideways glances—except this time there was fucking and full-blown gay debauchery unfolding in every direction. And honestly? I didn’t hate it. I found myself studying physiques, appreciating strength, shape, presence. It felt honest. Unpretentious. Eventually, I wasn’t leaving the house for much else. Football coaching or cruising—that was the whole operating model. Everything else felt like admin. Busywork. Noise. My place was littered with paraphernalia. Pipes, baggies, the quiet evidence of a life slipping its leash. Control wasn’t gone yet, but it was wobbling. There were nights I turned up to football training high on meth—eyes sharp, patience thin, confidence blown out to dangerous proportions. I knew I was fraying. I just didn’t give a fuck. Finals were looming, and the team was humming. We were genuine contenders to take the season. On paper, everything looked solid. In reality, cracks were everywhere—especially with Scout. He wasn’t himself. Or maybe I was seeing him too clearly. I pulled the green light on him. Went hard. Harder than necessary. The team started whispering that I was favouring him, so I overcorrected—stares that lingered too long, pressure dialled up every chance I got. Punishment disguised as discipline. A few weeks out from the grand final, another training night rolled around. It was pissing down rain, cold and relentless. I didn’t soften it. Didn’t adjust the plan. I ran them into the ground anyway. By the end, they were wrecked—soaked, filthy, mud ground into skin and jerseys. Scout mouthed off. Pushed back. A fucking prick about it. I sent the rest of the team to the lockers, told them to clean up. Then I made Scout wait. Alone. Standing there in the rain and mud, while I let the silence do the work. “What the fuck’s going on, Scout?” I barked. “Finals are breathing down our necks and you’re acting like a complete wanker.” He just stood there in the rain, head bowed, water streaming through those sandy-blond curls. I clocked it. Hated that I clocked it. The night was doing strange things to my focus. “Scout.” “Mum’s pregnant.” That wasn’t on the training plan. “Oh.” I recalibrated. Corporate pivot. “That’s… that’s not a bad thing, mate. Why’s it got you this rattled?” I stepped closer, close enough to feel his heat through the cold. Grabbed his upper arms, gave him a small shake—half frustration, half something I didn’t have a label for yet. “Look at me.” He lifted his head. His eyes were wrecked—crystal blue, wet, lost. Not weakness. Confusion. The kind that pulls you under if you stare too long. “It’s yours.” “What?” “I saw that night. You were there.” My stomach dropped. Freefall. “Scout,” I said carefully, voice low now. “You’re jumping to conclusions. Adults fuck. It doesn’t mean—” “No,” he said, shaking his head. “Dad can’t have kids.” Silence punched in between us. Rain filled the gap. “Oh. Shit.” Before I could regain control—before I could coach my way out of it—he leaned in and kissed me. Soft. Brief. Electric. I froze. Thirty-plus years of rules, titles, and self-control screaming at once. Coach. Authority. Fucking adult. My body, however, missed the memo. He was 18. Yes. Legal age. But something felt wrong about it. Yet so right. Time slipped. Then snapped back. He pulled away first, eyes wide, already panicking. I was still standing there, rain dripping off my chin, pulse hammering in places it shouldn’t. “I—” he started. I should’ve stepped back. Should’ve shut it down. Instead, I bent forward and kissed him back; slower this time, deliberate, just long enough to admit the truth neither of us was saying out loud. The rain kept falling. And nothing was simple anymore. I poured a double rum over ice and necked it like it owed me money. Rolled a fifty, and laid out two lines on the marble bench. Snorted them without ceremony. The music was up, heavy metal, all distortion and threat, when the knock came. “Fuck. Not now,” I muttered. “Neighbours can fuck right off.” Another knock. Louder. My brain did the math at speed and came up with one answer I didn’t want. Scout’s dad. Holy shit. Either he was here to tell me I’d knocked up his wife… or to rearrange my face over what happened in the rain with his son. I poured another rum, swung it back, felt it burn all the way down. Liquid courage. Corporate risk management. I walked to the door, heart kicking, and pulled it open to whatever was coming. It wasn’t his dad. It was Scout. Soaked through. Hair plastered to his head. Rain dripping off his nose, his jacket, pooling at his feet like he’d been standing there longer than he should’ve. “Ah—Scout,” I said, buying time. “What are you doing here?” He opened his mouth. Closed it again. Words clearly stuck somewhere between his chest and his throat. “Come in.” I didn’t wait for permission. Threw an arm around his shoulders and guided him inside, quick glance over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching. Door shut. The lock clicked. The coke chose that moment to fully light me up. “Mate, you shouldn’t be here,” I said, too fast. “Fuck—you must be freezing.” I grabbed the throw rug off the big leather couch and tossed it at him. He caught it awkwardly, still half somewhere else, eyes darting around my place like he was already cataloguing the mess of it. Music thumping. Drugs humming. Rain left outside—but not really. The night had just escalated without a meeting invite. “I needed to see you.” “Shit… um. Now really isn’t a great time.” I glanced around the living area—drugs out, empty bottles everywhere, the place telling on me before I could. Scout drifted to the floor-to-ceiling windows, rain-streaked glass framing the Melbourne skyline like a postcard I didn’t deserve. “I knew you had a nice place,” he said, almost smiling. “Didn’t realise the view was this good.” “Yeah. Sorry.” I busied myself, scooping up empties, sliding a glass pipe off the coffee table like it hadn’t been there all along. “I wasn’t expecting anyone. What… what are you doing here?” He stepped in and tried to kiss me. I pulled away, heart punching, and retreated down the hall toward the kitchen. He followed. I dropped the bottles on the marble bench a little too hard. The coke was buzzing now, skin humming, thoughts outpacing judgment. He came up behind me. Close. Too close. His arms circled my waist; his hands slipped into my shorts. I wasn’t wearing jocks. He grabbed a hold of my shaft. I moaned at his touch. He squeezed slightly. My cock stiffened slightly. Intense, grounding and dangerous all at once. I sucked in a breath despite myself, my body reacting before my head could throw a flag. A low sound escaped me—half protest, half surrender. That was enough to snap me back. I caught his hands, untangled myself, and turned to face him. Put space between us. Not much, but deliberate. “Stop,” I said, quieter now. “We can’t just… do this.” The room felt smaller. Louder. Charged with everything we weren’t saying. “Yes,” he said, breath unsteady. “I want you. I always have.” He swallowed. “I’m in love with you, Coach.” “Scout… I’m not—” The words stalled. Weak. Unconvincing. “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he pressed on. “After training. In the showers.” Not accusing. Certain. “Fuck.” My jaw tightened. “Scout, has anyone else seen you?” “No.” A pause. Then, softer—deadlier. “It’s our little secret. You… you open my eyes, Coach.” I turned away and headed back toward the living area, needing space, needing air. “You’re young,” I said, reaching for a reason like it might save us both. “You’re figuring yourself out.” He followed me. “I’ve done things,” he said behind me. “You know. I’ve… experimented.” I stopped. Looked back at him. “Done what?” He hesitated, then lifted his chin, defiant now. “I’ve sucked guys off before.” The admission hung there, quiet, deliberate, irreversible. The room felt tighter. Like a door closing somewhere I couldn’t see. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Scout started to tell me how he started fooling around with boys his age. But then his stories grew a little darker. He told me he has been going to beats and cruise clubs, and while he has not done a lot, he has sucked a lot of guys off. I was concerned for him. And I was. At first. But as he spoke, my body betrayed me. My cock was pushing through my shorts. Scout noticed. He told me how he met a guy close to my age; they didn't chat much. The guy gave him a smoke from a glass pipe, similar to what I had tried to hide. One thing led to another, and the guy took Scout to a private room, pulled his shorts down and ate out his arse. That surge of horniness rushed through him. In that moment, he wanted more. He hoped the guy would fuck him. The guy moved to Scout’s cock and blew him. Deep long strokes with his old man mouth. Scout felt his orgasm simmer, but he didn’t want to cum, so he pushed the old man off his cock. The man misread the moment. Or maybe read it exactly how he wanted. Scout described it like he was narrating a film he’d watched too many times, detached, oddly proud. Scout grabbed a hold of the old man’s boner sticking out from his aged body. Looked past the hairy belly and chest, and up into his drug-peaked eyes, then drove his dick balls deep down his throat. He reckons it was what he smoked that allowed him to go so deep. He had never done that before. The old man took it as a sign. Grabbed Scout by the back of his head and throat fucked him. There was a moment, he said, when he thought he might pass out. He remembered being so high that he didn’t care how the man was treating him. The man just fucked his throat, occasionally pulling all the way, then slamming it back in. Mucus puked everywhere, and Scout used all his willpower to push through and let the man fuck. The old man kept driving it deep. Scout felt his throat stretch open at every thrust. The old man moaned and announced he was going to blow. Scout thought he was going to shoot down his throat. Scout was prepared to get a good flood of this man’s cum, but he pulled out instead and unloaded over Scout’s face. My cock twitched at the thought of cum splattering over his beautiful young face. The story got me fucking horny, and the cocaine intensified it. I was sweating. I adjusted my cock. I noticed Scout. “Holy shit, Scout,” I said quietly. “Do your parents know you’re… gay?” “No. At least—I don’t think so.” He hesitated. “Dad wouldn’t take it well. He’s always going on about how dangerous gay men are. Says they don’t care who they hurt, who they infect. Talks about the seedy side of it like it’s all rot and disease.” “Because he works for the AFP,” I said. “Pretty much.” That did it. The buzz faltered, just enough for reality to punch through. I hadn’t thought about it before. Not properly. The risks. Infections. Consequences that don’t show up immediately but linger, waiting. I’d spent years convincing myself danger belonged to other people—reckless people. I stared at nothing for a moment, mind spiralling, and wondered, too late, too honestly, what you could catch just from letting someone get that close. Scout was shaking a little. Still wet. “Hold on, I’ll grab a proper towel.” I went to the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. Fuck, I looked like shit, stubble beard, bloodshot eyes, sweating, dripping down my shirtless body. My cock. Raging hard. I knew I shouldn’t feel this way about him. Scout was only 18. But he was such a beautiful boy, I couldn’t control it. I walked back in with a towel and found Scout naked, sitting on the couch, with a glass pipe in his mouth, heating the bulb and sucking in deep. “Fuck! Scout. What are you doing?” “Relax. Coach. Join me. I know you want to.” He stood up I admired his beautiful, young, masculine, smooth body. His six-pack framed by his V-cut, pointing down to his perfect, uncut, semi-hard cock and low-hanging balls. I must have been daydreaming. “Coach.” He handed me the pipe and lighter. I grabbed the pipe, holding it steady as I locked eyes with him. His pupils were blown wide now; the drug was catching up, sinking its hooks in. I lit it and drew slow, deliberate, smoke curling between us. Scout dropped to his knees. The movement alone sent a jolt through me. I pushed my shorts down just enough to feel the air shift. My cock flung up. Raging. My knob pulsed. My body answered before my head could intervene. Everything in me was awake, pulsing, unapologetic. I took another drag and looked down. My cock was hovering just above his head. Just below his blue eyes and slightly floating above his perky lips. Blue eyes, glassy, fixed on mine. Breath shallow, like he was waiting for permission that neither of us was brave enough to name. Time slowed. Smoke hung. The room held its breath. Nothing touched yet, and somehow that made it worse. He opened his mouth and pushed it over my cock. Soft lips, moist mouth massaged as he went deep. My mind was in all sorts. Between a daydream and reality. It was hard to tell. Guys have sucked my cock. But that was through glory holes. I’ve never watched a guy actually suck my cock. And Scout. He wasn’t a guy. He was a young lad, 18. Devouring my cock like a starved animal. Blue eyes locked on me. Spelling the words with his dilated pupils, I belong to you. Long, deep strokes. He kept his pace. He didn’t slow down. Kept pumping my cock deep down his throat. The drugs were peaking through my system, and I wanted more. I grabbed the brown bottle from the coffee table. Undid the lid. Instantly, the aroma aroused my senses. I noticed Scout's eyes shift for the first time. Still deep throating my cock, making it slick with his saliva and mucus, he took an interest in what I had in my hand. His eyes followed as I moved the bottle to each nostril and took in two long, drawn-out sniffs in each. The instant rush hit me. Scout didn’t have to say a word for me to know that he wanted what I was having. I lowered it to his nostrils. He repeated what I did without removing my cock from his mouth. I was in a rush. Scout’s eyes burned through phases. First that pearl halo, until the whites went raw and veined, like the drug was repainting him from the inside out. Awake. Gone. Claimed by poppers. I needed more, so I had another sniff in each nostril. I was peaking off my face. In a haze, and I knew Scout was at that same level. My concerns about being sucked off by a man evaporated. I was hungry. Aggressive. I just wanted to fuck. I grabbed Scout by the back of his head and pushed my cock down his throat, feeling it break past his tonsils and down his throat pipe. I was too far gone to be concerned with his comfort and fucked. Hard. I pumped, driving it deep with every thrust. Planting Scout’s face into my pub, crushing his nose into my musky sweat odour, ensuring he could not get away from the potent aroma. He didn’t pull away. He loved it. Bathed in it. He gagged. I watched his body reflex as he held back a spew. I kept going. It turned me on. I wanted it. I wanted him to puke as I skull fucked him. I took it up a level. It hit the mark. Scout puked as I face fucked him. Stomach fluid expelled out from around his lips past my thrusting shaft, exploding over his beautiful young face, slashing up my torso. There was an obscene amount, and it flowed. Scout never closed his eyes. His face was covered in his own fluids. It was getting too much for me. I felt my balls tighten. I wanted to keep going, but I didn’t want it to end. I used all my willpower to stop and pull out of his mouth. Scout coughed instantly. He was air-deprived that whole time. “Are you okay, Scout?” He kept coughing for a moment, body shuddering, breath uneven. Then it passed. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes still glassy. “No.” I paused. “No?” “I loved it.” “I like feeling dirty.” I grabbed a hold of my slick cock and jerked at the thought of Scout being a dirty boy. I was about to push my cock back into his mouth when he stood up and bent over the couch. He pointed his perfect pale peach of an arse at me. Legs spread, back arched enough that his cheeks spread open, revealing his tiny pink hole. Untouched. Young. Virgin. I had that moment of wonder. Am I dreaming? I never thought of myself as gay. I fucked women. So why am I so turned on by this young lad's arse? I had never felt such an intense drive build up from deep inside me like I did at that moment. Scout turned his head. Face coated in his own mucus and stomach fluids. Even in his messy, dirty state, he was perfect, sexy, handsome and fucking beautiful. He didn’t have to say it. I knew it. I knew what he wanted. Needed. “Are you sure?” His glassy blue eyes twinkled. “You have never been fucked. I am in my fifties. I am older than your dad.” He didn’t take his glassy blue eyes off me. I moved in close. My slick cock is only millimetres away from his pink bit. “You are about to lose your virginity to an old man. Is this what you want? How do you want to remember your first time?” I placed my knob at the entrance of his virgin hole. Spit moistened his entrance. I tossed him the brown bottle. I didn’t have to tell him what to do. He went to it like clockwork, taking two long whiffs in each nostril. As he held his breath, letting the poppers rush through his body. I pushed my knob against his tiny pink hole. The mucus from Scout’s throat allowed for perfect lubrication as I felt his pink break and expand over my knob. “Argh!” Scout moaned loudly. Letting go of the poppers in his system. I was raging. Wild like a wolf, desperate for a feed. I needed to be inside him. I didn’t stop. I kept pushing. Knob was well past his opening, and my shaft was driving deep. His tight pink hole was trying with all its might to grip on and stop me, but my strength overpowered it, and it gave way. I wasn’t going to stop. I was balls deep; Scout was moaning a mixture of pain and pleasure. I didn’t care that he was a virgin. When I fuck, I hammer, and that was what I intended to do. I power fucked from the get-go. Driving deep and pulling all the way out, watching his tight grip on my cock pull every time. He had no power over me, and I fucked. Scout moaned louder. He placed his hand against my thigh to try to get me to slow down. Maybe stop me. But I swatted it away and drove deeper. Harder. I grabbed the back of Scout’s neck and pushed his face into the leather couch. His eyes were crushed shut. Moaning in pain… Not Pleasure. Mucus spitting and splattering every time from each of his cries and pleas. I wasn’t going to stop. I needed to fuck. I needed to break the young lad in. “Mm, yeah… Take your coach’s cock. Feel it break you open. Ahh… No condom, boy. I’m inside you raw.” I was power fucking him. His moaning shifted to a scream of pain. His tone was a language of his feelings. Feelings of a moment, wanting to lose his virginity to his coach, to wondering if this was the right thing to do. The pain must have been overwhelming. The lad’s pink virgin hole went from a tiny button to an instant stretched out tunnel being pulverised. “Ugh. Fuck-” He moaned in pain, “Stop. It’s hurting.” I had no doubt the neighbours could hear. I didn’t give the young boy time to adjust. I was a starving animal finally devouring my kill. I had fucked a lot of pussy. But it had never felt the way his boy hole felt. My concerns about my feelings for the lad were gone. I was lost in a new sensation, and I wasn’t giving it up. I was deaf to Scout’s moans. The boy’s pink buttonhole was mine. I owned it. I had no idea how much time had passed. I was completely fixated on fucking. The sensation was building up in my balls. My cock was beginning to feel an impulsive eruption. Scout went silent. He surrendered to the invasion. He gave in to my power over him. No. I looked a little closer. He was weeping. I knew I was meant to feel sorrow, but instead it tipped me over the edge. I took him. I took his virginity. I broke the lad physically and mentally. The fear in his tears confirmed it. I lost control. “Ahh… I’m cumming, boy!!” I shouted from the rooftop. My balls tightened, and my cock erupted. I moaned. I jammed my cock inside the lad with every shot of my load, injecting inside him. I grip around his neck, tighten. The lad was limp. Turned into nothing but a hole for my use. It had been a long time since I unloaded the amount I knew I was injecting inside me. Women weren’t doing it for me, and I never got the power orgasm I was having in that moment. It was new, it was a sensation, it was like his hole was a vortex drawing my energy from my body through my cock and into it. I thought I owned it. But it owned me. It took me. I was the fly. It was the Venus Flytrap now sucking my life force through every ejaculation. I didn’t think it was going to end. The sensation was too overwhelming, and I was shaking, pushing on the edge of hurting. Eventually, it did. The vortex let go, and I was released. I slumped on top of the lad like a dead weight. Huffing and puffing like I just ran a marathon. Scout, he just lay there, weeping and with a look that clearly said. What did I do? I was sweating profusely. Drenched in my own moisture, dripping all over the boy. I slowly felt my breathing dialled down. As it did, my primal mind set reverted back to its normal state. It was here that I had my first concerning thought about Scout. Fuck. Scout. My cock is still solid and inside him. I lifted my weight off him. Pulled my cock back. Scout’s hole gripped tight. “Ah-!” Scout yelped. He was still so tight. My cock was wedged deep inside it. Scout cried. “Argh! It hurts.” I tried to pull back again, but his hold gripped tighter. Scout cried in pain again. “Scout. I need to pull out. Just push through the pain.” I moved slightly, and he cried in pain. I had no choice but to just pull back. Force Scout to just accept it. I pulled back. His hole gripped on. I watched my cock pull out with Scout’s tender red hole, dragging out with it until only my large knob was left inside. “Oh God. Please stop!” Scout yelped in a hyperventilating state. “Scout. My knob is still inside you. Your hole is gripped around it. The only way is for me to pull out and you release me. Just accept it. It will be over soon. Just-Just-” I didn’t give him a chance to answer, and I pulled out. His hole was forced to release my knob. Scout screamed. I watched his hole, and for a moment it remained wide open, unsure what to do with itself. Its lips were red, raw, puffy. My load had no barrier in that slight moment; it poured out like a river of white running down the back of the young lad’s smooth balls. Then it retracted. Scout’s hole closed in, leaving a tight, tiny, red, puffy hole. Broken in. No longer virgin. The sight of my cum layered over Scout’s balls was too much. That deep inner urge to eat pearly whites boiled over the edge. I knelt down and cupped them in my mouth like a suction cup and sucked them clean. Scout seemed to relax. His hyperventilation slowed down. After I cleaned every drop of my seed off his youthful ball sack, I planted myself on the couch close to Scout’s head, heaving a breath like I just ran a marathon. My cock was slick with Scout’s arse juices and my cum. Tiny streaks of red down the shaft. I did some damage to him. Guilty struck me. Fuck. Scout said no. He begged me to stop. I didn’t. Fuck. I’m an animal. Did I just do what I think I just did? Scout had not moved. His face was still planted on the leather couch, mucus-covered, with weeping eyes. His perfect pale peach arse was still sticking in the air. ‘Scout?’ Strings of mucus streaking over his lips flapped through each of his breaths as his adrenaline subsided. He mumbled from behind the spit, ‘Coach.’ ‘Scout. Are you ok?’ He didn’t answer. My guilt turned to worry. I think I did do what I think I did. There was a knock on the door. Fuck! The neighbours heard. I grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around my waist, hands shaking as I hauled the front door open. Old man Larry stood there, his wife tucked under his arm, both of them wearing that tight, polite concern people reserve for situations they don’t want details about. “Hi. Yes. Um… can I help you?” The words tripped over themselves. The towel barely stayed put. My hair was slicked to my forehead with sweat and product, skin flushed, pupils blown wide. I must’ve looked cooked. The air around me was heavy; The scent of sex wafted off me, which must have been overbearing for them. “Sorry, mate,” Larry said, clearing his throat. “We just… heard a lot of noise.” “We thought someone might be hurt,” his wife added gently. I froze. Full system shutdown. The silence stretched, thick and unforgiving. Then I felt a hand settle on my shoulder. Warm. Familiar. Scout stepped into view beside me, calm as anything. Naked. Unbothered. Like this was just another Tuesday night. “Everything okay here?” he said evenly. Larry blinked. His wife’s grip tightened on his arm. “Oh. Right. We—ah—sorry,” Larry muttered. “Didn’t mean to intrude.” “We should go,” his wife said quickly, steering him away. She glanced back once, twice, eyes flicking between us as they disappeared down the hall. The door clicked shut. Scout wandered back to the leather couch and dropped into it like he owned the place. Like nothing had just detonated. I stood there for a moment, breathing hard, adrenaline still fizzing through me. The room felt altered; charged, wrong, irreversible. I paced once. Twice. Then sat on the edge of the coffee table, close enough to feel his presence, far enough to pretend I was still in control. Neither of us spoke. The silence said enough.

I love an average king. 6" or so to suck and or bottom for is all I ever want. Guys in the 4 to 6" range are often shy and super horny when I mess around with them. Many seem to have this perceived notion (trauma) that everyone wants a HUNG dude. NOT ME!

My body, top's choice.

ALL OF THIS!!! It would GREATLY help if administrators would create identical topics for each category so we have a one for one comparision on where to post things. For example: "Your Last Load" (Fetish free) -> located in "General Discussion "Your Last Load" (HIV fetish) -> located in The Backroom "You Last Load (Other fetishes) -> locared... whever other fetish topics are gathered? It's SO CONFUSING trying to figure out where the hell to post things in the first place. And no, even the guidance threads pinned up still don't fully help. This site desperately needs to be restryctured and organized. I get that as things grow, messes occure. But I've been flagged numerous times for posting under the wrong category because I can't figure out which fetishes are appropriate where? And it there are topics to add new posts to or if this category only has a massive thread to randomly (and unsearchably) add it to? Or if it's another subcategory of a buried category that's not in The Backroom but further elsewhere? Etc, etc, etc. Admin, PLEASE, please reorganize and standardize the mapping of this site. We're trying to follow the rules. Honestly. But I can't figure out where the hell to post a non-fiction story dealing with anon, HIV, scat, and piss play without getting flagged for at least one of those NO MATTER WHERE I post it. It's... frustrating. I'm trying to be good. I promise. When I'm not being bad elsewhere. 😉

Part 2 He also mentioned some other really dark fantasies he wanted to try. We will have to see I told him. He reminded me a bit of me years ago when I was introduced to the Dark side of sex. Mine started with an older lady that taught me the enjoyment of pain and pleasure. After using dildoes on my ass and sucking me dry she started using a strapon. Shortly after that she enticed me to let some of her friends join in. they were 2 bi guys that really got me fucked up and fucked out. I can still remember the horror of her holding me down while the guys took turns in my ass, one was covered but the other one was bare. He blew a huge load in my ass and then pissed in my ass. Another first for me, after I felt hot inside and wanted more action, the only issues was that my cock was soft and smaller than I ever remembered. A couple weeks later the guys invited me to a party. I thought there would be girls there but there was only 2 girls there, or so I thought. They were smoking weed and other tuff, at that time I had only smoked one time and really didn’t get much out of it. The girls got me smoking and had my cloths off pretty soon. I had a cola to drink and it tasted a little funny. By that time the guys were playing with each other, sucking and fingering. I was really concentrating on the 2 girls thinking I was going to get some ass. At one time one of the girls was sucking my cock and playing with my ass. I was incredibly horny, I figured it was from the action. The girl sucking my cock started fingering my ass, something that I really love. I felt a warm sensation in my ass, it was a mild burn. The girl told me not to worry about it, all I knew is that shortly after I was on fire. She rolled me only my stomach and stared licking my ass and adding more fingers. My head was spinning with excitement. She was talking to the other gurl and asked if she was ready, I thought I was going to get a strapon and was more than ready. The one eating my ass moved to a side and held my cheeks open, the other on crawled up on me. I could feel the dildo dragging on my upper thighs and I was pumping my hips not the mattress. I felt the tip on my hole and then she pushed in. I suddenly realized it was the real thing, she pumped in my ass for a while getting close and slowing down that speeding up to get close again. The other girl took off her skirt. She was hung about 8” with piercings. She pumped it then came close to have me suck on it. I didn’t like it but sucked on it some, about that time the one in my ass started moaning, telling me what a great cunt I had and shoved deep in me, I started to yell when the other one shoved her cock half way down my throat. I felt the one in my ass throbbing and I knew I was getting a load in me. She pulled out and the one on my mouth pulled away and said that this was going to be fun. The one that just shot in my ass pushed something up my but that burnt like hell, She said to really it will help. The other one climbed on me and started pushing up me. I felt my burning ass being split in half. I could tell that the piercings were ripping my ass open. She fucked the hell out of me but I loved every minute of it, when she came in my ass I really felt her shoot. After that they took me out to the main room where I was passed around to every guy as a fresh piece of meat. I learned that I was given booty bumps, never heard of them before, and fucked all night. I never was able to cum, my cock shriveled up to nothing. My ass was sore and hurt for a couple days after, but i was hooked and wanted more That night I had fingers, toys, cocks and all sorts of drugs pushed up my ass. This is some of what I had planned for the Kid if he called back

While I prefer the extra slickness pre-cum or cum provides as lube, it's a huge turn-on for me to see a top drip a big glob of spit on my hole and slide in (or back in). Maybe there's a bit of power exchange in that act that I find super hot.

I've been fucked with multiple methods. As with most things with me, the answer is "it depends". If I know a guy well enough, I have no problem with him going in dry...especially if we're doing more "forceful" play (if you catch my drift). Spit is good as well, as it's all natural. I always have lube available - whichever position I play. If it's a new guy for me (whether top or bottom), I'll use the lube until I get to know his technique a bit more. One thing I can't stand, though, (especially when I top): OVER-lubing. I masterbate dry (no lube or spit), so if my dick gets too slick, it loses all sensation. Same thing goes when I try to fuck; too much lube on my dick and I'm not anywhere near as hard.

As you know I want you to fuck me dry and brutal boss

please, someone get Gayhoopla to cross over to the joyful side and ditch the condoms, pick up the pipe and do what Slamrush can't.

Been a long wait for this one, my apologies... **************************************************** I stared at the screen for a moment thinking about it. All the years of hearing Doug sexualize Troy and my head was spinning with lust and fear. Realizing I was taking to long to respond I typed quickly, “On my way.” I grabbed my keys and in less than five minutes I was pulling into his driveway. I hit my pipe a few times before I left, knowing it would only help and left it in the car. Troy doesn't do that. I walked right in and found porn playing on the TV in the den with a bottle of poppers right beside it. I grabbed the bottle and sampled, very nice. The porn was planting something, I recognized it from my own collection. Both buzzes hit me at once, also the same moment he came from the bedroom with an open robe. That big cock swinging between his legs, smile on his face. He brushed it in front of my face and he walked past. My position on the couch and proximity to the coffee table left little room for him to get passed. He reclined beside me on the couch, exposed on on display. I hit the bottle a few times and settled in to enjoy my meal. No cock ever tasted better. A beautiful piece of seven inch thick cock slide slowly into my mouth. I had had plenty of time to salivate to accommodate this beauty. I sucked hard and deep as long as I could but eventually I had to resurface. Perfect opportunity to hit the poppers before returning to my duty. I sucked the head briefly before jerking him slowly so I could lick and suck on his balls. I sucked him after that for as long as he let me, but not long enough. I had thought that maybe I could get him off with a blowjob and that would be fine. But it seemed only a short time later when he pulled me off of that delicious tool and turned me around on my knees. I grabbed the bottle and let me eyes roll back in my head as he sank his tongue in my ass. Pure heaven and I kept the bottle right there because I knew what would inevitable happen. And it did, first a finger then a thumb. He finally pulled back and sat on the couch and struggled with something, I looked back. He was putting a condom on. I was relieved as he came back rubbing lube on me and his cock and slowly sank into me. Thank god for poppers. It hurt at first but was bearable, eventually he settled into a rhythm and kept plowing away. Definitely worth the poppers. He pulled out and laid back on the couch. I took my cue to mount and reposition and lowering myself on his still sheathed cock. After several failed attempts at comfortable entry I hit the poppers again and lowered myself onto him just as he removed the condom. Instantly I felt the difference and told him so as I started milking his cock. I rode him for ten minutes before he got his strength back and flipped me over onto my back and sank quickly into a position that allowed for a steady rhythm and deep penetration. His breathing quicked and I head those words I dreaded, “I'm gonna cum soon.” My head was swimming with everything and the ecstasy. “Do you want me to pull out?” I quickly nodded and closed my eyes as I was close to unload myself. He pulled out of me and pushed my legs higher, taking his cock and beating it. It wasn't long before he was firing shot after shot of cum at me freshly plowed hole. I could feel in splashing on my ass and felt at least one spray find and coat my hole. He wiped the cum from his cock on my ass and kept my legs elevated while he used his fingers to pool the remaining cum on my hole while I strained to keep it closed. With the remaining cum pooled where he wanted it he circled my pucker with his finger. I watched him intently as he looked at me and said, “I pulled out.” After he spoke he slowly pushed his finger into my hole bring his load with it. It was at that moment I lost control of myself and started announcing my own climax. As cum started erupting from my hard-as-it-has-ever-been cock, he rocked me back and in one motion his finger was replaced by his cock forcing the rest of his load deep into my sore ass. He stroked viciously while I came all over myself. Finally after it subsided he pulled out of me and went to take a shower. I put my clothes back on quickly and left, returning home still dazed with everything but feeling completely satisfied.