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Part 2 I couldn’t quite understand what had happened. Twenty minutes ago I was having a shower and planning my day, now I was impaled by a massive cock inside my virgin ass. I continued to tremble, my body reacting in shock to this invasion, Steven still hand one hand about my throat, holding me tight against him while the other continued to play with my cock – humiliatingly hard despite the violation I was undergoing – despite the pain in my ass, was a little part of me enjoying this? I’d never been particularly into guys, and definitely not disgusting creeps like my landlord, and yet my cock was rock hard under his teasing, stroking hand. “Well well, for someone who doesn’t want fucked, you sure sat on my dirty cock quick enough, didn’t you boy? Tsk, tsk, such a little slut – you have no idea where that thing has been…” Steven chuckled breathily into my ear. I closed my eyes and shuddered. “Mmm, so tight too – for now anyway. You keep taking bare cock like this and you’ll get a lot less tight as well as everything else you’ve got coming to you, you little cock tease. You’ve been flaunting that nice body around here for months, well now its my turn to tease you a little.” His hand continued to stroke my cock. My body began to acclimatise to the burn and stretch of my poor arsehole, the feeling of fullness as my guts tried to accommodate the massive cock and I relaxed just a fraction. With my eyes still closed, I began to moan gently – my body betraying me as the hand on my dick brought me close to the edge. Then stopped. Stevens hand paused at the top of its stroke, and even with everything happening, I was frustrated at the lack of release. “Fuck...I’m so close to cumming…” I whispered. “Oh? That’s a pity. But if you want to cum, you’re going to have to fuck my hand. I’m not going to put in all the work here.” His fingers were still wrapped around my cock loosely. My body responded instinctively, my hips moving upwards as my need for release drove me to do what he said and try to fuck his hand to cum. The motion also slid my hole up his cock a little, the movement sending a bolt of stinging sensation through me at the same time as my cock sent a bolt of pleasure. I gasped at the mixed feelings rushing through me, but again my cock overrode whatever else I was thinking and I did it again. And again. Fucking myself on the impaling cock as I fucked his hand, overwhelmed by the conflicting urges. “Oh, you really are a slut. I’m going to enjoy knocking you up.” I heard the words but couldn’t quite parse his meaning. I also didn’t care in that exact moment, because a second or two later my cock erupted in one the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. I shot ropes of cum up to my chest and over my stomach, gasping as my body tensed then relaxed, I fell back against Steven’s chest and panted. “Hope you enjoyed your last negative cum shot.” Steven said in my ear as his hand gently caressed my sensitive cock. “Wha..negative?…” I struggled to find words in my post-orgasm state. Now that I’d came, the pain of the cock rearranging my guts was more at the fore front of my mind. “Yeah, I’m assuming you’re HIV negative, right?” My blood ran cold as I began to grasp what was actually happening to me. “Or were at least, because now it’s my turn, and I doubt you will be by the time I’m done with you boy.” Steven’s hand left my cock and grasped my hip again as the hand around my throat suddenly tightened, cutting off all but the slightest trickle of air. I tried to struggle, but Steven basically ignored this as he rolled us over leaving me face down on the couch under him with his cock still buried to the hilt inside me. He slid first one then both knees in between mine forcing my legs apart. He moved from having his hand around my throat to having his arm locked around it in a headlock. My body had adapted ever so slightly to the cock inside me, but there was no preparation for what it was about to endure. He began to fuck me hard, pulling his cock all the way out before slamming it back in – I would have screamed in agony if I’d had the air in my lungs, but all I could manage was a pained wheeze, my nostrils filled with the damp smell of the BO coming from the man raping my recently virgin arse. He grunted in my ear as he power fucked me, balls slapping against my taint each time his hips met the cheeks. My vision started to go slightly dark around the edges as I fought for air. The pain was incredible, but it felt like my hole was getting wetter somehow as he drilled me, something lubricating his shaft some mixture of pre-cum and blood from tearing. Thankfully, right before I was a bout to pass out, his arm around my throat loosened enough for me to catch a gasping breath as he growled in my ear and gave a few final forceful thrusts before burying himself fully. His body tensed and through the burning in my hole I felt his cock twitch. After a moment he relaxed and collapsed on top of me, cock still deep inside me. I trembled and whimpered underneath him. What the fuck? Did I have this dirty old perverts poisonous cum inside me? What was I going to do?

Mostly I prefer straight married bottoms, because they are so eager and it's something their wives can't really give them. Straight married tops vary so much - some are great topping a guy's ass, some are clueless, and some are sadistic narcissists. As a top/vers, I am very much NOT into being humiliated or knocked around or disrespected when I bottom - no shade on guys who DO enjoy that, it's just not my thing - and frankly, some of these married "tops" try so hard to be type-A alphas and fail so tragically... so my answer is the bottoms, but that's just my opinion!

Just left... texted me while i was making dinner and it's been 3 days since He last bred me. i start getting twitchy after going two days without being bred lol, and i have to go back on rotation at the hospital the next two days, and typically don't do any fucking when pulling 13 hour shifts. Totally relieved when He called and needed to fuck, instantly connects to my need to be fucked, like pulling on a leash and collar :-). i'm full of seed now and can resume making dinner minus the withdrawal symptoms. So grateful for Guys and sex and that amazing connection we can have with each other. Life is good.

This is the follow-up from my post yesterday about a new hookup wanting to get me pregnant. So here goes. I found this guy on BBRT. He's like 20 years younger than me. He's not worried about age - he just had a 3 day load of seed that he needed to deposit. Works for me. I had some problems with clean-out but finally got that under control. I arrived at his place already pre-lubed and ready for breeding. So, I wasn't really interested in anything but getting fucked. He was hard already so we were good to go. I hit the floor on all fours. He fingered my hole and once he realized I was pre-lubed he shoved 3 fingers in and started to finger fuck me. How romantic! I haven't been fucked in awhile - about 2 months - so I was ready to take his 7" cut cock. Damn, he was thick. He fucked me for awhile. I kept encouraging him to go balls deep - I think that was his original plan anyway. So, he was good at being a top. I liked the fact he kept talking about knocking me up. After the breeding we said our good byes with plans to return. It was different for me as the entire breeding was just that - no talk, no politeness - just a top needing to breed and a bottom needing to take a load. We agreed to try this arrangement every 1 - 2 weeks. I'm still feeding my cocksucker on Mondays and Tuesdays so I wasn't worried about cumming myself - the last think I need is my cocksucker complaining about reduced loads for his throat. I'm visiting Chicago in a few weeks. I'm hoping to get as many loads as possible there - just in case this guy wasn't successful at knocking me up. Fingers crossed!! 😉

I’d just got out the shower when I heard a knock at my door. I shouted out that I’d be just a a minute and quickly dried myself off. I took a second while doing so to check myself out in the mirror – call me vain, but I’d been hitting the gym recently and was enjoying the effect on my body. I’d been a bit chubby through my teen years, but now at 21 I was finally pretty happy with what I saw looking back at me from the mirror – a fairly toned physique, dark hair on my chest and legs. A happy side effect of the weight loss was my admittedly average sized cock was even a bit bigger looking – every little helps, y’know? I finished quickly drying and wrapped the towel around my hips as I crossed my flat to the door. I opened the door without checking through the peep hole first – my first mistake of the evening but certainly not my last. Standing on the other side was my landlord , Steven. I managed not to let out the groan I felt like making as I noticed who it was, instead arranging my face into what I hoped was a winning smile. His eyes trailed up my still damp body before he met my eyes and returned my painted on smile with a much more lecherous one of his own. To be honest, the guy gave me the creeps, but I needed to try to keep him sweet because I was 2 weeks overdue on my rent and didn’t get paid till next week. He was a couple inches shorter than me and at least 30 years older, his thinning hair was greasy and dyed an unconvincing shade of black and looked and smelled like he hadn’t showered in a week. He scratched at his belly trough a stained white vest as he continued to leer at me for a moment before he spoke. “Hey, didn’t catch you at a bad time did I?” his face quite clearly expressed that he wasn’t at all concerned about this as he took the opportunity to try and make out my cock through the towel. “Oh, hi, eh, kind of yeah. Could we maybe speak tomorrow?” I tried to take the chance at hopefully ending the conversation as I closed the door. Steven stopped the door from closing with his foot. “Not really, its about the rent. I think I’d better come in so we can have a chat.” He didn’t wait for an answer and pushed in past me, his hand ‘accidentally’ grazing my cock through the towel as he did. He crossed the hall and dropped down onto my sofa, right in the middle with his arms spread out across the back – it was only a two seater so I’d have had to practically squeeze in next to him to sit. I opted instead to sit perched awkwardly on the foot stool, feeling a little exposed there still just wrapped in my towel. “Look, I know I’m a bit behind, but I get paid next week, and I’ll get you…” “You told me the same thing last week,” Steven cut me off, “’Soon’ doesn’t cut it. Rent is due when it’s due. I’m going to need to start looking at evicting you.” My heart sank – the flat was shit, but it was way cheaper than anything else around here and I could still barely afford it. “Shit, no...no wait, lets not be...surely there’s something…” I stammered out. “Weeeellll,” Steven drawled “I might consider waiting another week… if you were to make me happy. You want me happy, don’t you?” “I mean, of course, whatever you need,” I said, nodding. “What I need, is a lap dance. I’m horny as fuck and need to blow off some steam.” “Whoa, what? Listen, I’m not, y’know, obviously it’s cool or whatever, but I’m not gay…” “Did I ask? I don’t care if you’re into it or not, I just want to enjoy that body of yours. And I'm sure you'll have a ...positive experience. But, if you prefer to go down the other route, I suppose you better start packing…” Fuck! I couldn’t lose this place, but just the idea of giving this dirty old man a lap dance was horrifying! What choice did I have though. I was shaking a little as I stood up, was I actually going to do this? I took one step towards the leering man on my couch, I sighed and tried to think of something else as I turned to face the wall. One hand holding the towel about my waist I lowered myself a little and stuck my ass out and gyrated half-heartedly. “Closer,” Steven ordered from behind me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip a little as I obeyed and took a step back towards him. I shuddered a little as I felt his hand rub down my side and over my towel-wrapped ass and tried to just keep dancing. Suddenly he bunched the towel in his fist a and ripped it off me, eliciting a gasp from me. “I didn’t say stop,” Steven growled, “and you need to actually be on my ‘lap’ for it to be a lapdance.” He placed both hands on my hips and pulled me down before I could answer and I half fell on to him. I froze for a moment, but surely this was as bad as it was going to get, right? I’m naked sitting in the lap of some old pervert, and oh my god was that his cock I could feel under me? I felt something poking me through the material of his dirty jogging trousers, right between my arse cheeks. But I needed this place. Give the guy some fun and I’d still have a roof over my head next week. I began to gyrate again, just had to get through it. After a minute or so I began to feel Steven move his hips under mine – apparently he was enjoying my attempt at a lap dance as that was now definitely his cock I could feel hardening beneath me, grinding against me. Jesus christ, how big was it? I was still hating this, but at least I was doing a good job. I put a little more into what I was doing, if I was going though with this I might as well try and make him happy. “Hang on a second,” Steven pushed me up off him briefly, pulled down the waistband of his joggers pulling out his stiffening cock. Before I could even react to this, he put his rough hands on my hips again and pulled me back down to his lap. His massive cock was now wedged between my arse cheeks, I could feel the heat of it against my skin. “That’s better, much more comfortable. Well, keep going, we’re not done yet.” Steven punctuated this order with a stinging slap of my ass. The pain shocked me back into motion, what was even happening? Was I really grinding my ass on his cock? How far was this going to go? Steven’s hands were still firmly grasping my waist and he guided me the way he wanted, sliding up and down his shaft. Now that it was out, I could smell the ripe unwashed smell much more strongly – was that his dick I could smell? The one that was being rubbed hard up against me. The one that, if I wasn’t mistaken was now oozing sticky pre-cum on my crack. Steven’s right hand left my hip and slipped round to my crotch. I gasped as his right hand encircled the base of my cock and my balls at the same time. He was wanking me and at the same time gently squeezing my balls in a way that sent confusing electric shocks of pleasure/pain shooting through my groin and up my spine. I was horrified at how far this had got out of control, but my body betrayed me as my cock stiffened and began to throb. “That’s it boy. Just you let me make you feel good. Knew you’d be a good little bitch for me.” Steven growled in my ear, at this point my head was laid back on his chest as I ground my tight little ass on his monster oozing cock – by now my crack felt slick with his precum as he slid its length and and down it. He was guiding my hips more by the hand tugging at my cock and balls than the one on my hip now, pulling more this way then the other as my hips followed. He began to pull me further and further up until finally I was almost completely off him, my back arched uncomfortably with the only points of contact being my shoulders pressed against his chest and the heat of his cock nestled between my cheeks, it’s slick tip pressed against my tight virgin asshole. He stopped for a moment, hand still but wrapped tight around my balls stopping me from moving. I moaned, partly from discomfort and I hated to admit to myself but a bit of frustration. Steven chuckled gently. “Now just you stay right there.” “Please...please don’t…” I mumbled “Don’t what boy? Seems like you’re having as much fun as me if your cocks anything to go by.” “Please don’t...don’t fuck me…” what was I saying? How had this gone this far? “Don’t worry, I’m just going to make you feel good. Does me good to feel a lad like you enjoying himself on top of me.” As he said this his left hand slid up from my hip to my throat, pulling my head back a little further and making it just a little harder to breathe. His right hand moved from my balls to encircling my now rock hard shaft. I moaned a little as he began to gently stroke me, teasingly going up and down smearing my pre-cum. A little of the tension in my body released, but this relaxation pushed my ass hole further against the oozing cock head at it’s entrance. I tried to lift my ass further away, the movement making me fuck his hand. I had to keep my core muscles tense to stop from sinking down, but the feeling of the expert hand on my cock kept distracting me. My concentration would slip and I would sink down a little, the slick precum lubricating my hole enough that it would sink just a fraction into my tight hole, the burn of the intrusion would wake me up a little and I would buck my hips up away from Steven’s dirty cock. This pattern seemed to repeat forever, each time my hole seemed to sink just a little further onto the cock before my now aching core lifted me up off of it and towards the hand teasing me, keeping my cock just on the edge but not quite over the horizon of orgasm. By this point my legs were trembling with the effort of keeping me up and my breathing was growing ragged and moaning around the pressure of the hand around my throat. Eventually I couldn’t hold the position any longer and my legs gave out – I fell just a bit too far and the entire head of his cock popped through, several inches of it sliding inside me forcefully driven by the weight of my body. My eyes opened wide and I let out a moan at the pain in my hole, I could feel it tear as it tried and failed to accommodate. My moan of pain was answered by one of pleasure from the mouth next to my ear. I tried in vain to lift myself off, but even with the motivation of the burning pain I couldn’t get my legs to obey me enough to do so. “That’s it boy. Just relax and let daddy make you feel good.” His hand kept stroking as he spoke, my cock somehow still hard. I eventually gave up trying to lift up and sank down further onto the shaft impaling me. I felt every inch of him slowly slide into my poor arse, tears falling from my now closed eyes as I gave into the inevitability of what was happening. After a minute my ass met his legs as he finally sank to the hilt. I was now sat fully on his lap, trembling and vision blurred with tears as he still had one hand around my throat and another around my shaft.

I'm having the best sex in a long time since I met my young sex partner. He's very virile and energetic and wears me a out several times a week. I'm 65. He's 25.

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.

Anyone else love this? If I'm having fun with a guy and he asks where to cum I sometimes say shoot on my dick and I wank with his cum, feels good stroking it all over my dick until I shoot a load, or I shoot on his dick and wank him with it. Guys get horny doing it, but nobody else seems to do it? I've never seen it in porn either. Normally it's a bit cum, and bit lube or spit. But few days ago I had a very hot experience. I was meeting with a discreet married bi guy at a hotel. Didn't start out hot, I felt misled because he was using old pics and said he was maybe 10 year younger than he was, so didn't have the most amazing chemistry with him. It wasn't one of those times you fall in to bed kissing and blow each other like your dicks are the best tasting thing on earth. Friendly regular guy though, I was horny enough and happy enough to wank together. When he's ready to cum I said shoot on my dick. I just felt like having his married dad load on my dick. He shot one of the biggest loads I've ever seen, just keep pumping it out. My dick was covered in hot thick cum and dripping off my nuts. Suddenly I was rock hard and really into things. Great cum too, not just the amount, I was edging, taking my time, stuff didn't go sticky or anything, just carried on nice and juicy and silky smooth until I couldn't hold it in any more and shot one of my bigger loads. I didn't think I'd see him again, I left thinking I wouldn't. But now I keep thinking about his cum and how it felt all over my dick. So I messaged him again today. I'm not that in to him, kind of neutral really, but that cum made amazing lube. So, anyone else like wanking with cum?

Chapter 23 - Howling for Wolf Jerome grasped BoiFagBarbie and pulled him down to him. Wrapped his arms around that slim cute body and held him close. Kept his own hips moving as he did so and felt the little fag relax into him, taking all the cock his Owner was giving him. The boi was undeniably a natural, undeniably a talent. A sweet hole for any man to fuck. Jerome was enjoying just that, feeling the pleasure of taking young hole. Even better he knew about this boy, knew his background. There was something extra special about plowing a hole like this. One unconsciously primed and prepared for him by this boy's parents. They had to be real pieces of shit but Jerome didn't care. In the end Jerome was getting what he wanted and that was all that mattered. Jerome pushed the boy's nose down against his skin. He felt the young man inhale deeper, like his masculine skin was poppers or some shit. Well, for some real lucky little faggots apparently it was. He powered a few slightly deeper strokes into that fine little hole, not giving his fucktoy it all, not just yet. Then he held still, gripped the fag tight and nodded to Wolf. Wolf had been waiting. He'd taken the opportunity to spread some lube on his own nine inches of dark meat. Jerome didn't feel it necessary but what could Wolf say maybe he was just an old sentimentalist. Anyway Wolf moved forward and down onto the pale back held in Jerome's arms. If BoiFagBarbie hadn't understood what was about to happen then the sudden weight and warmth of Wolf's body let him know. Wolf frowned as he felt the young man's body react and tense. That tightening no doubt felt great on Jerome's cock but it wouldn't make Wolf's task any easier. Just proved however impressive the hole had performed he was still just a newbie with a lot to learn. Being able to double up was a necessary talent for Wolf's whores and this one needed to learn. It was Wolf turn to look up. Not at Clyde but at the only other person still in the room. Ash had been waiting for that signal, as he had throughout the night. He stepped forward with the little bottle in his hand. Held it under BoiFagBarbie's nostril, while carefully closing the other. The fag snorted deeply without being told, he had learned that lesson at least. The same for the other nostril and then Ash stepped back. Wolf had seized his moment, found the junction of dark cock and pale hole and pushed his own hard meat against it. The poppers had done their work, leaving the boy's mind in a haze and his hole as relaxed as it ever could be with nine inches of hard Black cock in it. Anyway it was just relaxed enough for Wolf to slide home, feeling his own cock against that of Jerome. It didn't matter how many times they'd done this it always felt real good. Experience told and when Wolf began to push forward Jerome soon met his rhythmn. Team-fucking that tight little hole into oblivion. Fuck but that never got old! The euphoric haze of the poppers didn't last long. The surge of pain as Wolf entered him broke through into BoiFagBarbie's addled senses. He almost couldn't compute just what he was feeling - just how brutally stretched his hole was from taking two thick Black cocks at once. It had done real well, all of his training and exercises had paid off, but this was just a little, or a lot, too much. Once more he felt something give and this time there was no ecstasy to follow only pain, raw brutal visceral pain. BoiFagBarbie screamed. He screamed loud and he screamed from the very depths of his soul. Unconsciously trying to let out the pressure, to lessen the intensity of that tearing pain. "PLEASE - NO - I CAN'T...." Finally the scream became garbled words. Desperate pleas for mercy. "PLEASE - STOP - I CAN'T". He hadn't hoped for any mercy but the cocks did stop. Well, they almost stopped - but they didn't withdraw. Their thrusts became little micro-movements, keeping them hard and changing the sensations for their young 'victim'. It still hurt, that was a certain fact, but his body was getting used to it. The more positive sensations of getting his insides rearranged by two Big Black Cocks were given a chance to make themselves felt. "We need to gag you bitch?" There was an edge to Jerome's voice. "Wanna be a faggot ho then you need to learn to take two." That was Wolf. "Need to take two and beg us to give you two." Jerome added. The initial pain had peaked and subsided, or at least been masked to a degree by the other sensations now surging and rampaging through BoiFagBarbie's body and brain. All joined by the seductive wonderful scent of masculine power that seemed to surround him. The men sensed the change in him, again perhaps a benefit of experience. They slowly began to fuck him again. Not hard or fast at first but building, always building. BoiFagBarbie took the rising momentum until he couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Fuck me," he said. "Wass that bitch - Need to speak up - Tell us what you need." Jerome's words were punctuated by building thrusts, thrusts matched and magnified by Wolf's. "FUCK ME," shouted BoiFagBarbie. "FUCK ME HARD." He felt hands tighten on his sides, felt the pace and intensity of the fucking build a little. "HARDER, HARDER - I'M A SLUT - FUCK ME!" He was rewarded with a little more, the pain and pleasure increasing, the intense cocktail possessing him and driving him on. "FUCK ME - POZ ME - KNOCK ME UP." Each time rewarded by faster, deeper, harder thrusts. Building back to what had once been unbearable. Once but no longer. "TURN ME OUT - ON THE STREETS - A DIRTY POZ WHORE." Jerome held back a little as Wolf thrust his cock home as hard as he could. Felt the resistance there as his hard cock pushed for admittance. The little bitch under him was feeling that for sure, the fag was just barely hanging on for all the brave words. Wolf kept going until the boi twisted a little in just the right way and Wolf's cock found admittance. He felt the sensation and grunted his appreciation as he shot a real heavy load just as deep as he could. Wolf withdrew His dark cock streaked with pink-tinged cum. The cum of many men, the same cum that now formed a froth around BoiFagBarbie's ruined hole, that ran in long drying streaks down his thighs. The little slut was getting to be a mess but they weren't done yet. Jerome took the brakes off. He couldn't give a fuck if he broke the little fag in two, he couldn't give a fuck how loud the little bitch got. He'd been waiting on this a while and now he needed to get his nut. He started a power-fuck, putting all his strength into each thrust and plowing that bruised and battered hole. Wolf had opened the way and soon Jerome was following him in, pounding that battered hole until it let him as deep as he could go. Feeling that second resistance crumble and let him plant his seed where it would remain and do its work. The thought of it was enough and another heavy load of cum joined Wolf and Bull's deep in the boy's guts. Jerome gave a grunt of satisfaction. The dumb little fag looked good on his cock, looked even better when you knew your charged load was in him. He almost reluctantly withdrew and then paused to admire what they had done to that sweet little hole. He adjusted the pillow under the boy's back to keep as much of that toxic seed in him as possible. That was just for the cameras really - the boy had more than enough even with the little streams of seed that had run down his thighs He looked what he had now become - a whore that took all and any cocks. A once tight hole that now looked like a well-fucked pussy, puffy and loose and full of cum. Jerome knew the math by heart even if BoiFagBarbie was a newbie to such things. A neg boi hole was always rolling the dice. Take a toxic cock and that's 1 in 154, take a toxic load and that's 1 in 72. Take primed high viral loads, the admission criteria for the second part of this breaking in party, and the dice started to get loaded. Get fucked by a Poz man at his most potent, like say young Ash just barely off his fuck flu, and you were looking at 1 in 10. Maybe even better odds - better, at least, from Jerome's perspective The little fag was looking up at him and Jerome met his gaze. This particular little slut had been playing Russian roulette with at least four chambers primed. Whatever the statistics it only really took one. What were the chances of the boi dodging all thirty Poz bullets? It seemed impossible but it happened more than anyone would guess. Young healthy bodies fought back or sheer dumb luck took a hand. It didn't really matter. If it didn't take then they'd just do it all again. When little fags played games with Jerome then Jerome ALWAYS won. Jerome nodded and smiled. The boi was obviously exhausted but he seemed to register the fact before his eyes closed and his body relaxed, his butt still propped up to make sure he received the full benefit of all the gifts he had received. *** Pain. Sharp intense pain lancing into his brain, driving away his fatigue. He tried to move but realised he was tied down. "Stay still you dumb little cunt." It took a moment to recognize that voice through the fog that seemed to swirl through his brain. He forced his eyes open and saw Clyde. The latter had finished his first task and now moved to complete the pair. A needle flashed and then was pushed in a practised movement through BoiFagBarbie's erect right nipple. Sharp pain again, was it better or worse for the lack or surprise, then Clyde was pushing a ring through his flesh. Clyde was all business. He might not be the most talented of artists but there was no challenge in his tasks today. The satisfaction came in knowing that you were marking the perfect canvass of this boi's body. Nipples could heal of course but the boi would always know they had been pierced. Even if the fag decided to let them heal which Clyde highly doubted he would. Subjects like this one loved having their nips pierced, loved seeing the glint of metal and feeling those rings pulled by themselves or someone else. Maybe not at the moment Clyde was first forcing the needle through their flesh but as in many things the satisfaction would come to outweigh the pain, to absorb it and make it part of the pleasure. The pride each time they glanced down at the rings with their enamelled biohazard symbol. Piercing the ears was simpler, barely even seemed to register with the exhausted little fag. The clip-on femboy hoops were rapidly replaced by the real thing. Clyde's experienced hands moved the boy onto his front, carefully positioned over a space provided so that nothing would rub against his nips or catch their new jewellery. The young fag had quietened down again fast just as Clyde had knew he would. The boi knew his role here and you could see he had been playing it well. He looked quite the mess - with all of those obscenities written on his body - fresh ones as well as the faded words Clyde himself had written. Experienced hands wiped the area just above the boi's wrecked hole and the antiseptic solution applied had the added benefit of removing the words written there. A shame that but it was soon remedied. Clyde turned to his portable kit and turned on the machine. He heard the familiar buzz. The boi's head turned, his eyes widened at seeing the machine and the needle in Clyde's right hand. Ah - a boi's first time! Not the only first time of the night for this one of course. First time fucked, first time bred, first time getting that hole of his blown out. Hopefully, the first time would prove a charm - knock him up for real. Clyde was well aware that he had never been the greatest artist with ink. However, bold script was well within his capabilities. He could freehand the boy's first permanent messaging. On the small of his back - just above that gaping mess of a hole. 'BAREBACK ONLY POZ CUM WELCOME BREED ME DEEP!' Strong hands held the boy in place as Clyde got to work. The needle biting into the perfect pale flesh of the boi. Carefully wiping away blood as he completed each letter. The boy had got the message fast and had laid still. Like he was maybe out of it - in sensory overload. Well that suited Clyde just fine. The boy's pale flesh was obvious above the new dark lettering. Perfect for the biohazard tattoo that Clyde knew he would soon be adding there. Biohazard symbols were no problem - he'd had a lot of practice inking them over the years. "Beautiful," murmured the voice of Daddy Robert as he held the boy in place. He was hardly needed any more. Two other men had been setting the sling up. Clyde carefully covered the new tattoos and supervised as the men carried the boi across to the sling and bound him in place. So nothing would rub the ink-work and piercings while that gaping hole was made blatantly, obscenely, available. A few more men started to make their way into the room. Ready to make their second gift to the star of the evening's entertainment. Daddy Robert knew that he had to move fast. The boi's hole had been just delightful first time round. Now it wouldn't be as pleasingly tight or responsive but Robert's own cock was hard and hungry for it none the less. He hitched his dirty oft-patched cassock aside and pushed his big cock into the boi's hole. He'd thought the little fag was out of it but he secured a pleasing little moan as he pushed his cock home. There was still some response left in this faggot. Just as well because he had a long night ahead of him and Robert didn't need to look over his shoulder to see the queue of men forming to take their second turn. ***

Still beats the days of author Mary Renault, and one-offs like "The Catch Trap" and of course Andrew Hollarans novels where all gay romances conveniently ended in death and tragedy. I tried a few of these books in my teens and early 20s (Mom's a librarian) and started throwing them against the wall - I refused to believe my life was destined to either be tragic, lonely, or end early. NONE of these has come to pass in my actual life BTW...

Especially for Easter, an exciting and intense story. The story will consist of several parts. Here is the first part, largely the introduction, but which is an important part of the ongoing story. have fun reading and I look forward to the reactions and reviews. Part 1: My first move The bus smells like stale air and old vinyl seats, but I barely notice it. My fingers tap against my thigh, restless. Outside the window, the city lights blur past-neon signs for bars, a small laundromat still open at this hour, clusters of people laughing under streetlamps. I' ve only been in the city for three weeks ; everything still feels so new. It is a stark contrast to the sleepy hum of my hometown, a place where the biggest excitement is the annual county fair. Here, every brick, every shadow, holds a story, a secret. I press my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the neon blur of storefronts paint streaks across the pane. My breath fogs against the glass, a transient cloud obscuring the urban landscape, much like the uncertainty swirling inside me. So many people, so many different kinds and stories . I adjust the collar of my shirt, though it is not tight -just something to do with my hands. The party invite had said *Easter Bunny Bash*, all caps like it was shouting at me. I'd signed up without thinking much. I just clicked the button before I could chicken out. Now, the bus is slowly nearing the address, and my stomach twists . Not exactly nervous. More like... electric. After a while, the bus groaned and started to slow down. It halts, a sigh of hydraulic air escaping underneath. *This is it.* I grab the strap of my small duffel bag, my knuckles white. The address I'd painstakingly typed into my phone is glowing, a digital beacon guiding me to this new chapter. It is not just a new city; it is a new me. The small town had offered comfort, yes, but also a cage, its bars forged from whispered judgments and unspoken expectations. Here, anonymity is a cloak, a shield, and permission, all rolled into one. I can be anyone, do anything. Tonight, I plan to do "everything". Stepping off the bus, the night air hits me, thick with the scent of exhaust fumes, something sweet from a nearby bakery, and an underlying current of something electric, almost dangerous. My eyes scan the street. A block ahead, a constellation of neon lights bleeds into the darkness, painting the sidewalk in lurid reds, blues, and electric purples. The sauna is easy to spot. A glowing pink sign pulses above the door, casting ripples of light across the wet pavement. - The Rabbit Hole-, the sign pulsating in neon pink light. Below it, a smaller sign, equally vibrant, flashes : Easter Bunny Bash - Tonight! photo of the building and the street Men are walking in and out, most of them dressed casually , almost anonymous . A nervous feeling is stirring in my stomach, like anxious butterflies. This is not just any party. This is *the* party. The one I signed up for online, a daring click of a button that felt both terrifying and exhilarating at the time I signed in. I, Luke, nineteen years old, fresh out of the small-town closet, am about to lose my virginity right here in the big city. Not to some awkward fumbling in a college dorm, but here, in this labyrinth of desire, at a gay sauna, surrounded by men who know exactly what they do and want... what I want... My past flickers through my mind like a poorly edited movie: stolen glances in high school hallways, the hesitant, clumsy experiments with my own body under the sheets, the few furtive hookups that never went beyond touching, kissing , or a quick blowjob in a parked car or toilet. *Sucking cock.* That was the furthest I have gone in my sexual experience. I am still a blank canvas, eager for color, for texture, for the messy, vibrant strokes of real intimacy. I crave more than just sensation; I crave connection, even if it is just for one night, a raw, primal connection that bypasses all the societal filters, getting more experience , to take the next step in my own exploration of my sexuality. I want it and I'll get it tonight. The closer I get to the neon glow, the louder the music gets, coming out of the building, a low, rhythmic beat that seems to synchronize with my own heartbeat . My hands are getting clammy. What am I exactly expecting? Do I have doubts? I'm getting more and more nervous. The website had been vague, tantalizing. "Embrace your inner bunny," I had read, "let your desires run wild." I had clicked "bottom," a decision that felt both instinctual and strategic. I knew I liked to submit, to be taken, to be led . That's what I always do. I always let the other guy take the lead, to seduce me, to kiss me, and even guide me to suck his cock. So I'll let myself be led again, but with a goal... I want to be filled, stretched, claimed. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and anticipation. Slowly, I walk to the entrance . A bored-looking guy with a clipboard glances up as I approach . "Hi, im Luke, i signed up for...." I stutter nervously. "Confirmation mail..." he says loudly . I fumble for my phone, pulling up the confirmation email. "No name, just a code. All anonymous" he says, almost confirming that that was why he didn't want to hear my name. He scans it, nods , and jerks his chin toward the dimly lit hallway behind him. "Front hall. They'll get you set up." The guy opens the door as I slowly walk in. I swallow deeply , nervous as I am, as I take a step inside. The front hall is warmer than I expected, humid air sticking to my skin the second I step inside. It smells faintly of chlorine and something muskier underneath. A thumping bass of the music is vibrating through the floor, up my feet, and into my bones. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This is it. No turning back now. Let's see what this party will bring me and how I'll walk out of here again. I step through a short, dimly lit corridor ; the sound of laughter and distant music is growing louder before I emerge into an open hall. My eyes widen . The room is a riot of color and guys. It is turned into some sort of Easter bunny setting - lots of pink, yellow flowers, green fake grass, eggs... you name it. A group of guys is swirling around, most still wearing their casual street clothes but with an undeniable air of expectation. There are signs hanging on the ceiling , tops and bottoms , guiding which line you have to stand in . I just arrived on time, at the starting time, so if I have to guess, most guys are already inside. I look at which line I have to stand in; bottom , there are just four guys in front of me in this line. As I walk to the line, I see him. He is standing in the center of the hall, lit up by some pulsating light, a figure who embodies pure power. His eyes are dark black, his jawline tight. His body... just huge and muscular . He is enormous, a towering sculpture of muscle and dark skin, dressed in a surprisingly pristine white bunny suit. The ears, long and floppy, almost try to hide a face that has all sharp angles , a face that shows sexual amusement, a dominant sexual face and grin. A broad, confident smile stretches across his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. His chest presses tight against the soft, fluffy fabric. Tight, as if he were about to tear out of it. His arms... bigger than my upper legs... a rough but gentle , most sexy fluffy bunny I have ever seen. He is holding a large wicker basket, overflowing with plastic eggs in every color: ruby red, emerald green, sapphire blue, sunny yellow. My breath hitched. He... this bunny... is breathtaking, a walking, breathing fantasy. My nervousness spikes, replaced by a potent cocktail of lust, excitement, and awe. The line is slowly, but steadily , getting smaller and smaller. Before I even know it, I'm in the front , still gazing at him. His smile widens and a predatory gleam appears in his dark gaze. "Welcome, little bunny," his voice rumbles, deep and smooth, like warm honey. It cuts through the music playing in the background , his voice pulling me even more into his orbit while he gestures to the basket. "Pick your fate." My legs feel like lead, but I force myself forward, one step after another, until I stand right before him. His presence is overwhelming, a heat radiating from him that makes my skin prickle. He smells a bit exotic, a mix of spices and clean sweat. I swallow as I reach into the basket, my fingers brushing against the smooth, cool plastic of the eggs before grabbing a bright yellow one. It feels lighter than it looks. Slowly, I pull it out of the basket. "A yellow one," he smirks while his eyes twinkle. He watches me, deep in my eyes ; his gaze is intense as I twist the two halves apart from the fake yellow egg. Inside, nestled on a bed of synthetic grass, I find a single, vibrant yellow jockstrap. It is made of a thin, stretchy, almost translucent fabric. I can't imagine it will hide anything, especially my ass. My heart is pulsing in my throat . I know what this means ; I need to wear this. This is the bottom sign . All the guys signed in as bottoms would get special colored clothing, and I just picked my color to play. The black guy, dressed up as a bunny, leans closer to me, his voice dropping to a low, dominastic whisper, his breath warm against my ear. The scent of him is intoxicating, creating a shiver that runs down my spine. "This means your special color is yellow, little bunny ," he smirks softly. He pulls back as he straightens his body again, his smile slowly turning into a full-blown grin. "Go to the changing rooms. You'll find them at the back ; just walk down that hallway and go to the right. Get rid of everything else. This," he points to the yellow jockstrap, "is all you'll be wearing tonight." I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. My voice gone, so I can only nod to him slowly , my eyes still locked into his. "And listen carefully, boy," he continues, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music, but intimate enough to feel like a secret shared only with me. "Anyone who picks a yellow egg, they get to play with you. No exceptions... And the rules? You set them. Or you don't. The party host is not responsible for anything that happens in here tonight. This is your journey. Your adventure. Your pleasure. And your pain." A shiver of fear, excitement, temptation , and lust shoots through me. *My pleasure. My pain.* The words resonate deep within. Some primal feelings occur , the feeling of being hunted, wanting to be hunted, wanting to be owned. Some feeling I did not know I possessed. "Understood?" he asks, his gaze watching me deep in my eyes. I only manage to nod again, my voice lost somewhere in the sudden rush of adrenaline. "Good boy." He winks . "Now go. Have fun." I turn around , the yellow jockstrap clutched in my hand. Slowly, I start to walk up the hallway, then to the right and right to the changing rooms . I'll pick one . The changing room is small, individual, with a narrow bench, a mirror, and a hook on the wall. I slip inside, the flimsy door clicking shut behind me. A single fluorescent light above me casts a harsh glow on the worn tile floor. I strip off my clothes, each item feeling heavier than the last. My jeans, my t-shirt, my boxers - I lay them in a pile on the bench, a small mound of fabric representing the cautious, inexperienced boy I am about to shake off. In just a few minutes, I am completely naked in the changing room , watching myself in a mirror that's hanging in front of me, my white naked skin in the cool air, my blond curly hair . My body, fit from years of casual sports, has no chest hair ; my pubes are carefully shaved smooth just for tonight. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but ready. As I watch myself, I'm getting a bit hard ; it is a mix of nerves and desire. I can feel my cock swelling up slightly from expectations of what will come. I pick up the yellow jockstrap. The fabric feels surprisingly soft against my fingers while I pull it up my legs, over my hips, the elastic waistband tight against my skin. My cock, clearly visible and a bit hard, is pushing against the thin fabric. This fabric won't hide anything, I guess. My ass, round and clearly visible , the fabric is pushing tight against my hole. I feel exposed, ready to be used. It is revealing, almost obscene, but a thrill shoots through me. This is it. This is my uniform for the night. My invitation. My surrender. I stare at my reflection in the mirror on the wall. My blonde curly hair, my eyes wide and a little wild. I take a deep, shaky breath. *No limits.* That's what I'd told myself before I signed in. I want to be dominated, to be challenged, to flirt, to play. I want to experience everything, every sensation, every nuance of pleasure and pain. This is not just about losing my virginity; it is about finding myself, pushing boundaries, exploring the depths of my own desires. I run a hand over my shaven pubes, and grab my balls through the thin yellow fabric. The jockstrap feels like a second skin, so tight and tender. The thought of all the eyes, all these hands, on me, on my body, sends a wave of heat through me. I imagine the hard fucking, the exquisite pain, the primal release. A dark, exhilarating anticipation pulses in my chest. I take one last look at my reflection. The boy from the small town is gone. Tonight, I am the yellow bottom , a willing prey, ready to step into the unknown. I push the changing room door open to the other side. The sound of a party rushes in, the music, the beats, the men talking, sounds of pleasure and whirlpools and splashing, a symphony of desire, as I walk my first steps into the gay sauna, into..... the Easter Bunny Bash.....

2. I started to spend almost every night at the bathhouse. I knew I would find my prey there, and I was right. I watched him for a few weeks before I made my move. He was the perfect combo of hot, desperate, horny, and had low self esteem. He was at the bathhouse every weekend, sometimes multiples times in the same weekend. I ignored him the first few times we crossed each other in the hall. He eyed me, but I just looked past him. I knew he was hungry for me, but I wanted him starving. He was probably in his late 20d, early 30d. He had a good build, like he played sports in high school but stopped. Still has a muscular frame, but wrapped around layers of age and beer blubber. I saw him top some of the faggots on the fuck bench and sling in the darkrooms. What shocked me was how small his cock is. Even smaller than Pat. Perfect to humiliate and break his psyche. What sealed it for me was the type of guys I saw him approaching: shorter Asian guys. I was his type, which meant my pretty privilege was going to get me far. So after a few weeks, I decided to make my move. Or more accurately, I gave him permission to make his move. One night I sustained eye contact with him when we crossed each other. The next time I saw him, I smiled and told him I was going to the hot tub. He followed and sat next to me. I soaked for a while before I started to feel my body. I was tweaking my nipples when I turned and looked at him. I started jerking my cock with my other hand while I looked at him. He looked back at me in silence, running his eyes up and down my body. Eventually he broke the silence and introduced himself. Jesus. I told him I’ve seen him around here before. Told me he likes to have sex. That he’s seen me around a lot too. Told him I love sex too and my hole is throbbing for some cock rn. Without notice, I got on top of him, our chests touching. I wrapped my arms around his back so that our faces were right against each other. His cock was rubbing against my loose pussy. “I’m really horny for some cock right now. Do you have a room we can go back to?” He nodded. I leaned into his ears and whispered, “Take me back and blow my brains out. Now.” He took my hand and led me out of the hot tub. We walked to his room and he got to my knees to suck him the moment we entered. I more loudly to give the impression I was impressed with his cock. Time to begin the psychological training. I stood up and placed his hands on my torso. I guided it up and down so he could feel my muscles. I looked at him and said that I needed to tell him something. That I’m actually cheating on my boyfriend by being here, but I need cock because my body demands it. I told him that I only fuck people who love cheaters. He said he didn’t care. I told him that my bf has a super small penis and it’s so unsatisfying. He’s also so vanilla so I don’t have any fun. I asked him if he would be willing to get nasty with me and fuck me with his big dick? He seemed to enjoy that last part. I needed to stroke his ego so I could break it down. He said he would do anything for me. So I got on the bed and lifted my legs in the air. I told him to come mount me with his big dick. I squirted some lube on my hole, even though it wasn’t necessary. As his cock lined against my hole, I told him I want to see him fry his brains on poppers. I gave him a few whiffs to start him off. His face barely flushed. I was going to fry this popper pig’s brain. I told him to take 30 hits. Only then could he start fucking me. And he did. All 30. His fave was so red and he was drooling as he fucked me. It was so pathetic and fun to see him destroy himself to access my hole. He came pretty quickly. But instead of pulling out, he took more hits and kept pumping. This went on for a few rounds. I wondered if he feared the end of our encounter once he pulled out, so he forced himself to continue. Or if this is his true stamina. I let him cum a few more times in me until I stopped him. I let him spoon me so he could feel my abs while I talked. I told him how this was fun, but if I was being honest, it reminds me of sex with my bf since Jesus and him are kinda similar in size. Jesus was silent. I told him one of the reasons I cheat is to get bigger cock. If I hook up with Jesus, I’m not going to get my fix. I told him that I wanna keep hooking up with him though because he’s so hot. That perked him up and he started to grab me more tightly. I told him if he found me big dicked guys to fuck me tonight, I’ll let him fuck me at the end. I told him this way we both would get what we wanted. He agreed and tried to slide inside. I turned around, grabbed his face, and sternly said no. I was in charge and he needs to find me dick first if he wants to fuck me. I asked him if he understood. He nodded, and I softened my gaze. I gave him a peck and said, go find me some dick baby. I’m hungry.

Fuck yeah I learned I’m a total breeder top & can use multiple boys a night & leave them full of my seed that breeding is not only my passion & a gift but a way of life for me also that guys like to drink my piss & that’s hot to 🐖💯🙏👑💦💦💦💦💦💦🏳️‍🌈

Lot of crap from that guy. I'm late 30s and fucked guys of all ages, but best bottoms so far are the oldest guys at 58 and 62. Both are totally my type, friendly, love getting fucked and filled with cum, hairy and with nice thick beards. They've both got that stocky-fit rugby player body and great hairy butts I love fucking. So no worries there. But it's more, older guys can have the best hole. Years of being fucked breaks a guy in so good. They both feel like hot velvet inside. And they've got amazing range. From so relaxed my dick is gliding inside them to gripping extra tight, their holes just do a lot of different stuff depending how we're fucking. Had some amazing long sessions edging in these guys while they're relaxed and some of my biggest orgasms in them when they tighten up. Still love playing with younger guys, never going to say no to a sexy guy, but there's not been anything quite like how the older guys feel inside. I hope they don't ever stop wanting to get fucked

Everyone is hot at 4am.

Since I was a child I lived in the same neighborhood, with the same neighbors. I played on the street with the usual people, until we grew up and moved away. All the houses in the neighborhood had a child my age, except that of the neighbor on the right, who lived alone. Everyone said he was gay, so no one came close to him. But I always thought they were envious, because he had the biggest house in the region, with a pool and everything. My parents always treated him well, invited him to my birthday parties and he gave me great gifts, so I was always courteous to him too. When I was fourteen, my mother was diagnosed with cancer, and it was Pablo, the neighbor, who took care of me while my father was in the hospital with her. In the two years that followed until the death of my mother, we created a bond almost like father and son. At that time, I already knew that he was really gay, I had met some of his boyfriends, and he was the first person to whom I told that I was also gay. What I didn't told him was that I had a secret crush on him, after all, a skinny teenager like me would never have a chance with a mature, 36-year-old man, wealthy and well resolved like him. I had already spent countless afternoons in the pool at Pablo's house, and when he went swimming with me, I would look at his strong, hairy body, with that big volume in his trunks and all the tattoos he had on his body. He told me to wear swim trunks, but I always wore shorts, so he wouldn't notice my erection. My father was very depressed after my mother's death and started drinking, so whenever I could, I would run away to Pablo’s. He had even given me a copy of his key, so I could come in and watch TV or use the computer when he was gone working. One day, as usual, I went to his house during his working hours, thinking it would be empty. I was starting to settle in the living room when I heard a groaning noise coming from his room. I went there in silence and came across a scene that left my jaw dropping. Pablo was fucking another man with all the pressure. The guy was under him, in a chicken position, while Pablo fucked him mercilessly. His hairy, juicy ass was in front of me, as were his huge balls. The guy moaned and screamed like he was in paradise. For a moment, I thought the man under him had seen me, because he whispered something in Pablo's ear after looking at the door. But I was well hidden in the shades and they just kept fucking, without looking in my direction. I was looking at that scene for some time, my dick exploding in my underwear, when I heard Pablo saying: “Do you want my cum?” ”Yes, I really want it”, the other man shouted in ecstasy. “And what kind of cum is it?”, asked Pablo. “It's poz cum.” "Say what you want then," ordered my neighbor. “I want you to poz me, to fill me with HIV.” Hearing that was strange. First, because I didn't know that my neighbor had HIV. Second, the other guy was getting fucked without a condom on purpose, literally begging to be infected. A few seconds after that, I heard Pablo howling, and I knew he was coming inside the passive's ass, injecting him with his virus-contaminated semen. I turned away in silence, left his house and ran to mine. My cock was still hard and drooling in my underwear, so I ran to the bathroom and touched myself remembering the scene I had just witnessed. I came as I never had in my life, I had to restrain myself from screaming otherwise I would get my dad's attention. I didn't fully understand why the guy wanted to be infected with a virus that had no cure, but I realized how that would feel in sex. Because it was bigger than just sex, they were creating a bond that would last until the end of their lives, something totally irreversible. I never mentioned any of that to anyone, obviously, because people would find it strange and try to get me away from Pablo. I continued to act normally with him, but in a way our relationship was no longer the same, because I knew his secret. The more the time passed, the more I understood the fetish that man had to be pozzed by my neighbor. It was literally putting your life in the hands of the other, and I didn't know a better person than my neighbor to have that kind of trust. I started researching the subject on the internet and discovered that there was a whole community with this type of fetish. The more videos I watched, the more I became horny about it. I even lost track of how many handjobs I gave myself imagining my neighbor doing that to me. It was in these researches that I discovered that a tattoo that he had just above the swimsuit mark meant that he was positive and that he was proud of it. One day, when we were sitting by the pool, I got some courage and said: “I really like your tattoos, when I turn 18, I want to get some done.” "Tattooing is something that when you do the first one, you get addicted," he said. “Would you be upset if I had one just like yours?”, I asked. “Which one?” he wanted to know. "The one over the swim trunks," I said innocently. “I think it's very beautiful.” He smiled a little condescendingly, as if I had no idea what I was talking about and said: “That one has a very special meaning for me, someday I’ll explain it to you.” I didn't ask anything because I already knew what it meant, and he closed the matter too. But I realized that from that day on he started looking at me differently, as if he were evaluating me. At that time, I was starting to gain some muscle, because I was going to the gym and my body was starting to develop as well. There was hair growing in corners that I never imagined I could have it, and I left everything to be natural, just as I had seen that Pablo was. I thought he could be evaluating me in that matter, seeing the changes in my body, but he never said anything. Time passed and our relationship remained the same as always. It was childish of me to still hope to be with a man twenty years older than me, who thought about me as if I was his son more than anything.

Need some raw dick in me ASAP

My favorite part is when he cums in my mouth. Feeling his cock pulse, feeling each shot of cum and enjoying the taste before I swallow.

It’s been a week since the cuck drugged me. It’s been a week of taking loads and living my fantasy. All I’ve done is lift weights and take cock. I’ve quit my job, broke up with my partner, and came out to the world that I’m a dirty slut. Well, the cuck recorded and posted a video of me getting slammed and fucked to X. He also had me email it to everyone at work and text it to my ex, family, and friends. I was tweaked out. I looked directly at the camera saying that I’m a dumb faggot and I hated my life. Want to expose myself as the cum greedy whore who wants to live through his hole and be a sex slave. And just like that, all the work to become a lawyer, down the drain. The years spent with my partner, gone. I was getting so bored with my former life anyway. The cuck knew this. Even though he was the one that pushed me to this new life, it was my plan all along. I’m proud of the cuck for following through. Didn’t think he had the guts to do it, but I guess he didn’t want to lose access to my pussy. Let’s back up a bit. I’m Eli. 35 years old, 5’8”. Indonesian. Do CrossFit 5x a week. My ass and pecs have their own zip code. Worked at a big corporate law firm. Was with my partner, Patrick, for 7 years. Met him at a conference at the end of law school. Thought he was the love of my life. He fit the bill for everything I wanted back then: 6’3”, muscular, smart, and sweet. But he was so small. I tried to convince myself the first year that his looks, personality, and how he treated me were enough. He was so good to me, but also so boring in bed. I barely felt him, and he always came super quickly. Tried to broad the idea of an open relationship, but he freaked each time. So I did what anyone in my position would do: cheat. I knew having a partner like Pat would look great as I climb the corporate ladder. A hot guy like me with a hot partner like Pat screamed power couple, and I like power. So I told Pat that I needed to stay late at work to buckle down to impress the partners. Ever sweet Pat didn’t think twice. He pressed the I believe button and gave me an unlimited space to collect loads at our local bathhouse. Those initial years of cheating and collecting loads fed my ego. I had a hot dumb boyfriend, a well paying corporate law job, and a smoking body that got me lots of loads during each of my bathhouse trips. I got drunk from being wanted. So my narcissism and sluttiness grew. Over time, it wasn’t enough for me to collect loads. I needed to be worshipped. I was getting more jacked and was getting tired of how automatic it was to get bred. I needed to exert more control. To further flex my privilege. That’s when I hatched the idea to get another boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend though. I wanted a cuck. So I upped my lies. One night after dinner, I told Pat I was on the express track for partner, but that meant I needed to work on the weekends too and late more often. Told him the process can take up to 5 years. He said he understood and planned to start taking ceramics classes. lol. I started to undress and told him my pussy was hungry for his cum. It had been ages since he had fucked me. I told him I wanted him to fuck me, but first that he needed to sniff my hole. So we 69, but I told him keep his pats on so I could rub him through his clothes. He was confused but agreed. He dove into my cum-encrusted hole while I rubbed his hard cock through his pants. I wanted him to smell all the loads I had inside me. I’m sure he suspected that was cum, but was too scared to ask. I kept rubbing him and he started moaning. He asked me to stop because he was close and wants to breed me. I told him to beg to breed my hole. “Please let me breed your hole! I miss it so much!” Pat screamed. I sped up my rubbing and soon after he nutted through his pants. “Aw babe, you came prematurely again,” I said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but this is why it’s so hard to play with you. It’s ok. I love you.” He was going to say something, when I pulled his head in for a kiss. I knew I was cleared to find my second boyfriend after that.

You'll note I said I pushed him off or went soft, I didn't say anything out loud for just that reason. I'd already said no non-verbally twice to this guy, but don't think for a moment that douchebags like him don't *rely* on that "preserving the vibe" pressure to silence guys like me and get away without consequences. This kind of thing has happened to me before and I've been told I'm the problem for not letting a rapey little goblin do whatever they like to me. It sounded not at all dissimilar to what you said above. I didn't realize it was implicit in an orgy that anyone can do anything to anyone else that they like, even if they say no several times. The meta problem here isn't orgy etiquette, it's that gay men collectively suck at understanding and honoring consent.

Keep Thee Barefoot & Pregnant I would weekly.

Dick ages like wine, nothing sexier as a young bottom than an older top!! I don't know his exact age but I let a Grindr hookup who was about 62 fuck me last year a few months after my 18th, so I guess 44 years is my record. I like to think of it in terms of ratios though—double my age, triple my age, etc. I made plans with a guy in a nursing home once (he wanted me to pretend to be his visiting grandson which I thought was so, so, so fucking hot) but he flaked 😞 I think he was 80 or so but I'm not sure. I still shoot ropes when I think about tonguing his ass. All this is just to say that different people like different things and that's okay!

Chapter 22 - Owner's Privilege BoiFagBarbie felt stiff. He'd seen Ash and a couple of others working hard to keep the men hard and ready to pop, sucking and even sometimes fucking all cummers. Fucking but not taking cum of course. The cum was all for the only neg hole there - the cum was all for him, BoiFagBarbie. Those fluffing activities had ended when Ash and his friends had got tired. Repetitive strain injury you might call it. They had finally cried enough and gone to get themselves a drink. That option wasn't available for the star of the show. BoiFagBarbie was still tied and leashed, his body set up in the perfect position for penetration, his once pristine hole now gaping and very obviously full of the cum that had also dried down his thighs. That wasn't the only sign of what he had been doing. Each man after unloading in that boi pussy had been handed a marker pen. Had chosen a location and a wording for this fresh humiliation. 'Public Fucktoy' 'Cum Dump' 'Free Use Slut' 'Fill Me With Cum' 'Fuck Me' 'Breed Me' 'Human Fleshlight' 'Neg 4 Poz' 'Ruin Me' 'Disposable Whore' 'Pathetic Loser' 'Real Men's Slave' 'Raw Cock Only' 'Black Owned' 'Insert DDs here' (with arrows pointing to his nipples).' The stark black lettering covered his body now - dehumanized him as he kneeled there. Hardly responding except to take yet another cock, gasp as he received yet another load of cum. The pounding on his sensitive asshole had roughed it up, left it looking puffy. For a while the dumb little faggot had whimpered at every thrust. That hadn't surprised the men. It generally turned out that way and sure enough after a while the whimpering and occasional pleading stopped. Even sluts as stupid as this one finally worked out no-one was listening, no-one cared what he had to say. Besides, whatever his mouth was saying his body was saying something else. The bitch's tiny little cock wasn't hard any more - he'd emptied that pointless neg cum out of his balls long before. However, his nipples were hard and his hole still milked whatever cock was in it. There was no real resistance except a last mental muscle reflex that told a whore he should protest. That didn't matter. It soon got fucked out of a little slut like this. The penultimate man laughed as he made his mark. 'WH' and 'RE' in huge stark letters on those perfect plump butt cheeks framing a gaping hole that provided the necessary 'O'. He had hardly finished before the last of the guests had taken his place. Hammering his big cock into the battered boi hole trying to force a reaction out of the piece of meat that he had paid to use. When he didn't get one he just fucked that hole all the harder. Kept fucking it until he finally coaxed a moan out of the broken young man. A moan accompanied by the unmistakable glorious feeling of a hole milking his cock. The man took a firm grasp of the fag's hair and pulled his hair back until it seemed he would break him in two. Only then did the man empty his balls into the slut. Felt his final satisfaction as the young man seemed to collapse under him. What else were twinks good for? Breeding and turning out - that was all. They undid his bonds and laid him on his back. His eyes glazed and his mouth open like a landed fish. The last of the guests applied his written contribution. 'POZ' on the young man's forehead and 'FAG' and 'HO' on his face. He sent a meaningful glance over to the thin man watching from the corner of the room. Everyone knew Clyde and what his trade was. A little permanent ink, under the skin, for this particular written debasement might be just the way to end the evening. It wouldn't be the only permanent result of the night. It wouldn't be the only proof of just how far the young man had fallen. However, the idea made the man laugh and he hoped Clyde would take the hint. *** This wasn't Clyde's first time at such events. He didn't work so often nowadays since his health militated against blood work. He only really got his needles out on occassions like this - when his status was the last of a dumb faggot's worries. He knew there probably wouldn't be too many more times which was why you had to savour those that remained. He looked at the young man as he lay there and remembered when the boy had come to the store. He had put on quite the bratty performance - well he didn't look so darned confident now. He looked what he was - wrecked. Hardly surprising if that hole really had been virgin. It sure as fuck wasn't any more. He hoped the cameras had properly captured what he was seeing. Just how vividly pink the hole was now - like it had been rubbed raw. Which it might as well have been. He'd seen the last breeder glance at him. He knew what the man wanted - they all thought their contribution was the perfect one. However, he had his own ideas and, Jerome permitting, his ideas were the only ones that counted once his needle began to buzz and bite into young flesh. Anyway, there was time yet. That young hole had taken twenty-eight toxic cocks raw, twenty-eight loads of HIV-enriched cum. So many strains it'd keep a lab busy for weeks counting them. But there were still two cocks to cum. *** "You ready man?" Jerome asked the question but he already knew the answer, even before the feral features of Wolf broke into a smile. There was a pretty obvious clue. Nine hard inches of thick Black meat standing up against Wolf's bare stomach, almost hiding the elaborate scorpion tattoo there. Wolf hadn't been dumb enough to rely on Clyde's dubious talents for his ink work. They'd met in the big house. Wolf had been the only man to really stand up to Jerome back then - just as Jerome had been the only man to take his own gifter's bug like a man rather than like a weak bitch pleading for mercy he was never going to receive. That earned a certain respect and in their case had built a partnership. One that had lasted long after they left the four walls behind and lasted far longer than either could ever have expected. People cursed meds but they had kept the Wolf and himself going at least thirty years after they'd believed they'd be underground. Events like this were an opportunity to relive some good old times. How often had some bigmouthed cocky young bastard been put in their cell by the Officers. Some man who thought he was tough, who believed himself indestructible. Well Jerome and the Wolf had perfected their method of teaching young bloods just how vulnerable and weak they really were. That, in the end, everyone either obeyed or were broken and then obeyed. In return the Officers had let them 'run' their block. No-one, meaning no-one, had messed with them back in the day! They'd generally had to soften a bitch up back then before the main act. Now it was different. First, the fresh holes found them - hard though that still was to believe sometimes. Second, these cracka fags were willing participants. At least they were initially and pretty soon the dumb sluts got their brains temporarily fucked into oblivion anyway. Either way they were nice and pliable and ready once Jerome and the Wolf got their hands on them. "How you doing bitch?" Jerome raised the young faggot's pale chin with one gnarled dark finger. "Ok ... um .. OK ...um ... I guess." The words were mumbled, low and slow like a mechanism winding down. There was a big deep armchair in the corner of the room opposite Clyde. Two cameras moved to capture what happened from their different angles. The men half-guided and half-carried BoiFagBarbie, who had once been Jordan Myers, with them across to the chair. Jerome sank into the deep leather with an older man's grunt. Well he was an older man after all and a happy one too. He held out his wiry arms toward the young cracka and BoiFagBarbie, pretty much on autopilot, went to him. Felt his young healthy flesh against the old time-worn skin of his Owner. Felt Jerome's hand move round behind them, guide the head of his Big Black Cock against that raw, well-fucked, hole. It was automatic now. You felt a cock at your hole and you made yourself receptive for it, you welcomed the man in. One more time tonight BoiFagBarbie did just that and even through his addled senses he moaned at just how long and thick that meat was. Making him feel full, making him feel how he had always dreamed of feeling. Making him know that however many people might warn against such things nothing that felt so good could possibly be wrong. Jerome's arms carried no spare flesh or fat but, for the while at least, they retained their muscle. When his fingers tightened on his fucktoy's waist the African-American's grip was firm and undeniable. The feel of his finger nails on flesh as Jerome basically picked up the younger man and worked him up and down the big Black shaft. He saw the boi put his head back, his eyes closed and his mouth open. The unmistakable signs of ecstasy as Jerome's experience allowed him to work the little fag's pleasure centers. Jerome smiled. Not because it showed the dumb slut was enjoying it - who gave a fuck about that? No, he smiled because it showed the boi wasn't totally out of it yet, he could still feel. Not every little faggot got this far so responsive and Jerome relished the opportunities offered. First he brought a strong hand down on BoiFagBarbie's ass cheek. Not gentle or playing like in the past but with all his strength behind it. The little pussy howled like he'd been branded. Jerome smiled again - he liked a cunt that could put fresh ideas into his head. The logistics weren't in place tonight but another time he could really make a little bitch scream. Scream in a different way anyway. He worked the boi on his cock like he was a fleshlight, saw the slut's eyes almost roll back into his head. He knew he was good but he also knew he was getting a lot of help from the little fag's brain. How long had sweet little Jordyn been dreaming about taking this Big Black Cock, how long had he fantasized about being fucked by his Owner? Pretty much since that first message Jerome guessed. That was usually the way. The bitch was making little whimpering noises again - a good sign. Jerome freed a hand and slapped the little cunt's nipple. It was hard like a diamond, proving what a little whore this one was, so Jerome slapped it again but harder. The little cunt squealed and the squeal was acknowledgment rather than protest. Time to take it up a level - to show this hole what he should really have been dreaming about. ***

Since it’s been about a year, I thought I’d give an update in case anyone else is going through the same thing. I’ve been living my life as a total bareback bottom now for some time and I have no regrets. I feel more sexually satisfied and met tops did never meet in my old social circles. I did decide to continue living openly as a bareback bottom. While I didn’t make as much progress as I hoped, all of my close gay friends know the truth about me now. I’d say it hasn’t been easy but I also don’t regret anything. I’d love to talk to anyone else in a similar situation.

Love the safety of bathhouses. Once you know you’re not going to get “caught,” and possibly jailed or beaten up, you can relax.

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.

Pig here that love cnc and race play

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.

I woke up on my stomach to a pain in my ass. As I became more aware, I realized Rick was sitting on my ass with his cock in me. He was fucking me hard. It didn't feel like there was lube and it hurt a lot. I started to grunt in pain and get a little loud. "Shh boy, this is what you wanted right. Be my boy and get knocked up. Have a baby together" he moaned picking up his pace. "Yes Daddy I do" I said moaning and grunting. He started to hit my prostate and soon the pain turned into pleasure. I lifted my ass to meet his thrust. He was now pounding hard into me. I felt his sweat drip onto my back and I could feel his cock throb in me. "Fuck me Daddy and cum in me please. Knock me up with your seed please" I moaned and begged. "Here you go boy my charged seed in your cunt!" he yelled as I felt his cock spasm and shoot his load into me. I pushed back onto him trying to keep all his cock deep in my ass. We kept like that him grinding into me and my pushing back onto his stick. Each time I could feel his meat scrape my prostate and jam into my second hole. It hurt but also felt so good. Finally exhausted he fell on me and I turned my head and we kissed. He held me for a while then got off of me. I turned around and cleaned off his cock. It was covered in cum and some blood. A little more than normal. I asked if that's normal. "It will help my seed take in your pussy. I scraped your inside a little more this time." he said. I kissed him and thanked him. "Daddy when will I get knocked up" I asked innocently "It depends baby. It might take a few days or a few weeks. Everyone is different." he said. He went onto explain that he had hoped taking me off of PEP early before my test would not only make sure I didn't have a false negative but also get it out of my system so when he bred me it would take. He said sometimes the PEP stays in your system for a few days after your last dose. "I gotta get to work. Make sure to wear your plug today to keep my cum in your pussy." he said "Yes Daddy" I replied I looked at the clock it was 5:45am.

Part 6 I was really turned on by what Jake and I had done and I couldn't help wondering if he would want to take things further. I decided it would be best to leave it up to him to initiate something if he wanted to, and, as it happens, I didn't see that much of him over the next week or so. The followind Saturday morning our hot tub was installed in the garden. It had arrived during the week and we had arranged for a local firm to come and fit it for us. Two guys turned up to fit it - one guy was in his mid to late 40s and the other, younger guy, who was obviously his son, looked to be in his early twenties. They were both quite big guys, the older with short hair and the younger with much longer hair tied back in a ponytail. We let them get on with it and after an hour or so I took them out a cold drink. The older guy was on the phone and the younger lad was bent over the tub. His shorts had slipped down a bit and I had a great view of the top of his pants and his arse crack. I gave him his drink and he smiled in thanks. I asked him how it was going and he said fine. He told me his name was Jack and he was a student at technical college. He worked with his dad at the weekend installing hot tubs. "I spend every weekend installing them and I never get to sit in one!" he said with a grin. His dad was some way away, still talking on the phone and, on impulse, I asked Jack if he would like to come round and try our hot tub. He seemed surprised, but was clearly up for it and we arranged that he would come round the following afternoon. Jack said he was looking forward to it and then, lowering his voice, he said "Don't mention it to my dad, though!" That night we used the tub for the first time and it was amazing. We had always fancied one but never seriously thought we would get one - especially this one which was quite an expensive model. We both really enjoyed sitting in the water, relaxing and having more than a few drinks. We had been fairly sure the tub would not overlooked in any way and sure enough it wasn't. We had both removed our shorts now and Ryan put his arm around me and kissed me. I could feel my cock getting hard and I reached down and felt Ryan's - which was also fully hard. We kissed for a bit longer and then Ryan sat on the edge of the tub, his cock sticking up between his legs as I went down on him. I sucked him for a little while and then we changed places and soon I was the one getting sucked. At one corner of the tub there was a little concrete shelf and after a while Ryan got up and bent over the shelf. His arse was at the perfect height and I pulled his cheeks apart and began to lick his hole. A few minutes later I pushed my hard cock up him and fucked him right there in the garden, shooting a big load right into him. Having a hot tub was going to be fun! The following afternoon, Jack came round, looking rather shy but quite excited. I wasn't really sure about Jack - I had definitely got what I thought was a bit of a vibe from him during our brief conversation, but you can't always tell. He was quite shy at first but after a couple of drinks he was more relaxed and started asking about the two of us - how long we had been together and how we met. We told him and then I asked him if he had a girlfriend or a boyfriend and he shook his head. Ryan asked him which he would prefer to have and he rather shyly confessed he would like to have a boyfriend. After another drink, I decided to make a move and asked Jack if he was up for some fun. "What kind of fun?" he asked and, in answer I stood up in front of Ryan and pulled my shorts down. Ryan took hold of my cock and began to suck it. "This kind of fun!" I said, looking at Jack. He didn't move for a moment, then he stood up and pulled his shorts down, moving in closer to me. He had quite a nice cock and soon it was in Ryan's mouth as he took turns sucking first me and then Jack. After a while, Ryan bent over the shelf, his arse in the air and looking over his shoulder asked "Who wants to go first?" I looked at Jack, but he nodded at me and I stepped up behind Ryan. He groaned as I pushed my now lubed cock right up him and began to fuck him. Jack had moved in even closer and was wanking as he watched me fuck Ryan. I fucked Ryan for a bit longer and then pulled out and motioned to Jack to take my place. He hesitated for a moment and I pulled his cock toward's Ryan's arse and guided it into his hole. Jack sighed and began to fuck, slowly at first and then faster as he got into his rhythm. I love watching Ryan getting fucked - especially as I know he loves it so much. Jack fucked Ryan for a little longer and then he began to groan and pushed his cock right up Ryan, obviously shooting his load right up him. Jack was breathing heavily as he pulled out of Ryan's arse and sat back down. "That was awesome!" he said with a grin as I fetched us all another drink. After a while I asked Jack if he was up for some more fun and he nodded and motioned to me to stand in front of him. My cock was hard and Jack took it into his mouth and sucked me for a while as Ryan watched. I asked if Jack wanted to take a turn over the shelf and he nodded. A short time later, he was bent over, his fit, meaty arse in the air. Ryan lubed him up and I pushed my cock against his hole. He was very tight but I managed to push my cock up him slowly but surely. I gave Jack a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him gently as he gave little moans and played with his cock. After a while I began to fuck him a bit harder but his arse was so tight it was not long before I was dumping my load right up him. When I pulled out, Ryan took my place and after a while he added his load to mine. It was all very horny - especially when a little later, Jack told us he had only ever fooled around with a couple of guys at college and had never fucked or been fucked before. The fact that we had taken Jack's anal virginity (and he had never mentioned condoms) made the whole experience even more horny. A few nights later, I remembered that Ryan had come home from work with a load of cum up his arse and I asked him what he had been up to. Ryan grinned and told me he had been a naughty boy and had been fucked by one of his patients. I knew that Ryan was always careful at work, as he didn't want to risk his job, but he had previously told me that when he was training he was moved around several hospitals to get experience and had worked various different shifts. He had told me that now and again when on night shift, he had discreetly wanked and sucked off a few of his male patients. He told me he hadn't done anything at work since he was married, but a few weeks before, an Irish guy in his mid 20s, Patrick, had been brought in following a road traffic accident when he had come off his motorbike and sustained various injuries, mostly on his right side. he and Ryan had got on well and one night Ryan had been helping to get him ready for bed and Patrick had got a massive hard on. Ryan had asked if there was anything else he could help with and Patrick had indicated his cock. That night Ryan had wanked him off and the following nights he had wanked him for a while and then sucked him off. That particular night, the ward had been short of staff, and Ryan was helping Patrick to shower. One thing had led to another and Ryan had sucked Patrick's cock and then licked his hairy arsehole. Ryan had then bent over the toilet and Patrick had fucked him. Ryan told me Patrick had fucked him hard and had whispered in his ear how horny it was to fuck him bareback "I fuckin;' need this," he whispered as he fucked Ryan even harder "I really fuckin' need this!" A little later he had moaned "Oh fuck!" I'm gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' breed you!" and had pumped a massive load of cum into Ryan, which he had then brought home to me. Ryan told me that Patrick had been quite badly injured at first and his mother, his twin brother and his brother's girlfriend had come over from Ireland. This had not stopped Ryan and Patrick from having some discreet fun and Ryan had now been fucked a few times by Patrick and had also fucked Patrick's hairy arse, as he knelt up on his hospital bed. At the end of the week, Patrick's mother and his brother's girfriend were going back to Ireland and his twin brother was going to stay a bit longer. Ryan said Patrick had let him take a few pictures and asked me if I wanted to see them. I nodded and Ryan showed me a picture of a really handsome guy with dark curly hair and a really nice smile. He flicked on a couple of pictures and showed me one of Patrick's big cock and hairy balls and then one of his hairy arse. "Fuck!" I said Ryan told me that Patrick and his brother were going to stay in a hotel for a few days when Patrick was discharged from hospital and casually mentioned that he had invited them to come round and try the hot tub, adding that Patrick had told him his twin brother sometimes liked to go both ways! My life with Ryan just seemed to keep getting better and better! Life was quite busy - my best friend, Francis, had asked me to be his best man when he married his boyfriend in a couple of months and I was really nervous trying to think of what to say in my speech. Work was quite busy too. I hadn't seen Aaron for a while and assumed he was on holiday, but one of his colleagues told me he had been unwell and had been off work for a couple of weeks. I did have a quick fuck at work when we had some specialist training on cyber security. The guy doing the training was a reallt handsome black guy - probably in his mid 40s, with what looked like a massive packet at the front of his smart trousers. During the session, he mentioned that he was married with three children and was a lay preacher at the weekend. I think he picked up on my obvious interest in him though and after the session he asked me where the toilets were. I offered to show him and we ended up with him bent over the toilet, pants at this ankles as I fucked him and shot my load up him, before we changed places and I got a load up me too. I hadn't seen much of Jake since the two of us wanked off together and I wondered if he was avoiding me. I wouldn't have been surprised if he was, as he was obviously conflicted. However during that week he told me he had finished a major part of his work project and asked if he could come round at the weekend for me to take a look at it. I said yes, no problem and told him Ryan would be at work. Jake came round early on Saturday afternoon and we looked at his project together and exchanged some ideas. It was a hot day and we were both dressed in shorts and a T shirt. After we had finished I asked Jake if he would like to have a few drinks in the garden and to my surprise he shook his head and said "I'd rather stay in here." I was just about to reply when Jake pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I could feel his hard cock pushing against me as we kissed and I put my hand over it. We kissed for a while and then Jake went down and pulled my shorts and pants down. I was already hard and Jake took hold of my cock and wanked it a couple of times. "Nice!" he said as he took it into his mouth and began to suck me. He sucked me very well and I enjoyed every minute of it. He sucked me for a while longer and then he stood up and pulled me towards him again and kissed me. "Take me upstairs!" he said "I want you to fuck me!" I wanted nothing more than to take Jake upstairs and fuck his fit arse but I knew I couldn't do it without being honest with him. "Wait!" I said, "There's something I have to tell you." "No," he said decisively "You don't. You don't have to tell me anything, I already know." I looked at Jake and he looked straight back at me. "I already know." he said again. "You're HIV positive and you're not on any meds," he said, adding "Aidan told me when we were arranging to take on the house." "Oh," I said, not knowing what to say. "Take me upstairs," said Jake again, "I want you to fuck me." "Are you sure?" Jake nodded and I led him upstairs and into our bedroom. Jake pulled me towards him and soon we were both naked. Jake's cock was hard and I took it into my mouth and began to suck him as he gave a deep sigh. We changed places a couple of times and then Jake knelt up on the bed, his fit arse in the air. I couldn't resist pulling his cheeks apart to expose his hairy arsehole and seconds later my tongue was right up his hole. He moaned as I licked him and he said "Fuck me!" "Are you sure?" I asked again "Yes," he said "Fuck me," adding "No condom, I want it bareback!" I lubed him up and pushed the head of my cock gently against his hole. He moaned as the head of my cock went into his arse and, after giving him a moment to get used to my cock, I pushed the rest of my cock slowly right up his virgin arse. "Oh God!" he moaned "I want this! I really want this!" Jake's arse was the tightest I had ever fucked and it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load as soon as my cock was right up him. "Fuck me! he whispered "Please fuck me!" I began to fuck him. "You know I'm not wearing a condom!" I said as I fucked him "Yes," he moaned "That's what I want!" I could tell that Jake was getting more and more turned on. "But I might give you HIV!" I said, "Are you sure you want me to fuck you!" "Yes, I do, I really fucking want it!" "I'm getting close," I panted, "Do you want me to cum in you?" "Oh yes," he moaned "Oh fuck yes!" "I'm really close now," I warned. "Do it," he moaned "Just fucking do it! I want it up me, I want it inside me!" A few seconds later I pumped what felt like a massive load of positive cum right into Jake's arse. When I pulled out, Jake took my still hard cock into his mouth and sucked it gently for a while. "Can you go again?" he asked I nodded and Jake pulled me on top of him, spreading his legs and pulling my cock towards his hole. "Fuck me!" he said "Give me another load of cum up my hole!" I pushed up him and fucked him again as we kissed. "Oh God, that's so good," he moaned "Can you cum in me again?" I was fairly sure I could and I began to fuck him harder. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "Do you think I'll still be a good little neg boy after this?" "No," I said "I don't - I think you'll probably be positive like me and Ryan" "Oh fuck!" he moaned. I had never thought Jake would turn out to be a secret chaser, but he shot his load as soon as I began to pump another load into his now wrecked hole. "I hope he knows what he's doing!" I thought as I finished breeding him for the second time.

Me, my bro, and few of our fuck buds got invited to an orgy....we arrived and was met by the host...nice guy and we could see from the foyer that the action had started in the living room...we all said to each other, as we left a tip in the donate jar and started to get undress, that we could tell it was gonna be a good night of fucking,ff, and sucking... .until the host and answered the door and loudly said to the guys at the door, " Nope...you two are fat and ugly, and certainly do not meet my standards!" I saw the guys...yeah, not drop dead gorgeous models or bodybuilders but, decent guys...I immediately starting putting my clothes back on, as the host slammed the door on them! Told my bro and my buds that we are outta here! The host came up to me as I was pulling my t shirt back over my head and started to rub my bare butt! I jerked away immediately and said loudly "don't even think about it!" He said what? I told him that he was an asshole because of the way he reacted to the guys and the door! I said even if they didn't meet his type..they could have been somebody else's type and handled that totally devoid of kindness and respect! I quickly pulled up my shorts and put on flip flops, as the host got defensive and said my party and my rules! As we walked out, my Bro responded and said, Dude your party and your rules don't meet our fucking standards! I gave him a wicked smirk and our fuck buds flipped him off...he just stood at the door with slack jaw and dejected look...I turned around and said, " Dude, our world is judged by homophobic assholes and we don't need our own throwing stone at our fellow brothers....empathy is a fucking hot turn on! We proceeded to stop at a local gay bar to grab some beers and ran into the couple that the asshole had rejected...We immediately said to them that we told the host off and left his orgy... One of the guys actually broke down crying saying that he had lost weight and really worked hard on his self esteem this past year and this orgy was gonna be a stepping stone for him with his new found confidence and reentry back into, his words, a cruel world of mean gays... my bro hugged him hard and I told him that regardless of what happened tonight and that no matter how he looked he would always be a better man then that asshole at the door... ...we all sat for awhile and drank our beers and chatted..eventually getting him and his boyfriend laughing... after we all started feeling a buzz...I said "well guys, let's head back to my place and fuck!" So we had our own orgy with a new friends the center of attention!... As I was fucking my new friend, he whispered in my ear that that a guy like me with a firm ass was fucking him was only a fantasy to the version of him a few years ago....I told him the truth and whispered back that I've been with all types of guys and I can honestly say I probably fucked your earlier version too..cause I've learned that that the ones that might not be the same type as me or my typical type are usally really fun good fucks! I then kissed him said it's the soul that counts ....if it's good and then guy with soul may be a really great fuck but, if that soul is bad, like the asshole at the door...it ain't gonna happen! As we all ate breakfast that morning, our new friends said that they are so happy that they met us and felt good! My Bro said that they are now part of our pack and we all exchanged numbers... I kissed my new friend goodbye and as they proceeded out the door..a good gym friend of mine, who is hot as hell, was coming up the stairs to my door and started to laugh and said "I know what type of party I sadly missed seeing all these studs leaving "justaholeff's" apartment ! He then proceeded to slap my new friend on the ass and said,"next time? " I introduced them and said, in particular, my new friend, here, is beautiful inside and out and knows how to have a great fuck! We all laughed and I winked at my new friend, that was blushing from the flirting from my friend of a gym greek gods body and my compliment...He responded as they went down the stairs with very confident "fucking right!"

We have a nice orgy group out here in suburban NJ every month or so. A couple of friends (and playmates) of mine run it. They split the logistics -- one pays for the room while the other does the recruiting / messaging. Their events are typically mid 30s through mid 60s, modestly fit to somewhat chubby. They don't usually let in younger guys because experience has found that even though they say they're okay playing with older guys, the younger guys are typically uncomfortable and get clickish with each other. They make for a bad vibe so they aren't allowed in. (Although I suppose if one repeatedly said he very much wanted to play with older men that he could convince the host to give him a try.) The vibe at the event is very hot and very relaxed. The event runs about 3 hours, with about half of the guys departing by the 2 hour mark, and 90% departing by 3 hours. A few of us usually stay a bit longer playing and talking in a more relaxed and intimate fashion. It's definitely some work to throw such an event, especially since the guy who does the messaging goesn't get as much action at the event. He has to enjoy watching and understand that a lot of his playing will come in bursts and later in the evening.

Rick POV Laying in bed I was thinking I couldn't imagine how lucky I had gotten with Dan. When I first met him that young man who never had a real experience with another man and now I was breeding him. He wasn't like the other boys I met via online apps or even the ones at the bars. He was innocent and untouched. He was also straight and a top which made it more of a quest. He knew what a bottom needed and made them moan and he was enjoying the other end of it. I was also so happy he held out. I was nervous he wouldn't make it and get fucked my another POZ and have HIV already. I would have fucked him but it wouldn't be the same. His pussy is so hot. I've had young taking before but his has a mind of its own. Its shape, how it remains so tight and its involuntary spasm and milking is unlike any piece of ass I have had in memory. I also do care for him. He is so sweet and fun to be around. Youthful but not immature, fit but not bulky, and very flexible. I have so many plans for him. He has no idea what lies ahead for him.

I learned to not be frightened of what I really wanted. it was there for the taking and I was there to be taken.

how to be a exibitionist slut. spending days being a public fuck toy

I have spent so much time in Bath houses over the years. I really enjoy them. I like how there is something for everyone there. I have learned a lot. Men need an outlet like this to breed freely. After converting it was the easiest place to meet men that were also Poz.

One of the things I learned was, we're a group of men with widely-varying interests. Not every guy is a total bottom, not every guy is a total Top, there's a wide array of inclinations available to us, and assumptions are simply inappropriate. Thus, my reliance on a "negotiation", however brief, to make sure each guy gets everything he wants and nothing he doesn't. Every guy usually enjoys at least one of the "basics" - fucking or sucking - and a brief "I like X, but I love Y" exchange can always make sex hot, as well as avoid regrettable mistakes. Or, just start in with one act, and if he responds well, keep at it. At the tubs, there are always plenty of other guys if one turns out to be not quite what you're there for.

Part III When I got to Pablo's house, he started kissing me before closing the door and we were taking each other's clothes off. Before I knew it, we were both completely naked in his living room. I looked at the object of my desire and saw that it was immense. Pablo's cock must have been at least 10 inches, with a large mushroom-shaped head. It was straight, thick and with many veins. My mouth watered. I always wanted to swallow that dick, and now I finally had the opportunity. "Lick my armpit," Pablo ordered, raising his arms. I couldn't resist and buried my nose in the black hair and fed up with his armpit. The smell of sweat made me drunk and I was raving with lust. I couldn’t hold back anymore, so I stuck out my tongue and gave the first lick. He had a salty taste that made me horny. He guided me to the couch and I was soon sitting on top of him, my mouth going from one armpit to another. Pablo's dick was poking my back in the meantime and my ass was already clenching at him. “Can I suck your dick?,” I asked. "Not yet," he replied. “First lick my feet.” It was all new to me, but I was soon kneeling on the floor and putting his toes into my mouth. It was giving me more pleasure than I ever felt in my life. I never thought that something like a man's feet could be so exciting. I licked as much as I could, running my tongue over his ankle, the soles of his feet and his toes. So, I went up, kissing Pablo's legs, until his dick was right in front of me. I looked him in the face and he nodded, allowing me to proceed. So, I ran my tongue over the glans for the first time. I had never sucked a cock in my life, but instinct took over me the moment I tried Pablo's. The taste of his cock was meant to be tasted by me and I was soon swallowing his pre-cum. "You taste so good," I said. "Spit a lot on that dick," he warned. “This is the only lubricant you will gonna have.” I kept sucking and trying to swallow as much as I could, but it was impossible to put everything in my mouth. Pablo tried to force it a few times, but it made me retch. So, I was sucking on the head, the balls and the furry bag. He smelled a lot like sweat, as if he had run, but that wasn't bad. On the contrary, his manly musk made my lust grow even bigger. Sometime later, Pablo made me stand in front of him and started to suck me. He was a professional in that and managed to put everything in his mouth. When I felt his tongue curving for the third time, I couldn't take it and came in his mouth. I thought he was going to be pissed with me, but he swallowed every drop of my seed. "This is your last neg cum," he explained. “The next time you come, my AIDS babies will already be taking your body.” When he said that, my dick jumped, like I was ready to come again. Pablo then turned me on my back and started to open my ass with his hands. Soon, I felt something wet and realized it was his language. I gave a loud groan and felt him smile with his face in my crack. The more he licked me, the more I let go, moaning louder and louder. That was so good, that I couldn't take it anymore, so I asked: “Please fuck me.” “Do you want this huge cock inside you?,” he asked. “That's what I want most.” “Then I'll give it to you.” Pablo took a pillow from the sofa, placed it on the floor and laid my head on top of it. I was lying on my back, so I could see when his body climbed over mine. "I could take you to the bedroom, but I want to fuck you here on the floor, like the whore you are," he said. “Yes, use me as a whore, I want to be that for you.” He kissed my mouth and started biting my neck. Soon, we were is position. I had my legas up on his shoulders and he was between them. “Are you sure you want this?,” he asked. “Yes.” "There's no turning back," he said. "I know," I said. “After I start, I will not stop. If you try to run away, I will rape you until I fill you with poz cum.” “I want this, I want you to rape me and put your babies inside me,” I cried. Pablo spat on the head of his cock and began to force his way into the edge of my anus. It was hurting a lot, but I was completely silent and still while he invaded me. I heard a pop noise when the glans penetrated me and I let out a breath. "Yes, take a deep breath," he said. I obeyed and he took a hard lunge, burying his whole dick inside me. I screamed and tried to run, but he held me in place and looked me straight in the eye. "Hold on, bitch," he said. “You wanted this, now you'll have to put up with it.” I started to cry because of the pain and he licked my tears as if they were a prize. What was I doing? I always wanted to have sex with Pablo, but only now reality was reaching me. It was my first time, and I was letting a guy with HIV stick his cock without a condom inside me. And it excited me a lot more than it scared me. Pablo then started to move in and out of me. Even with the pain, my penis was still rock hard and he noticed it. He was taking his time, letting me get used to his massive cock, sliding in and out slowly. "You are no longer a virgin," he said after some time fucking me. "This is strange," I said. “How do you feel about having that cock inside you? You can take it like a pro.” "It hurts too much," I said. “But this is the best pain I've ever felt. It's good because I'm doing this with you.” “And the HIV part?,” he asked. My dick immediately gave an involuntary contraction and he noticed it. I blushed with embarrassment and Pablo started to laugh. It made me relax and he then increased the speed of his thrusts inside me. He found a nice pace and he started to fuck me hard, cursing me, calling me a lot of names. It excited me more than anything. I ran my hand over Pablo's biohazard tattoo and he smiled. I could hardly wait to get a tattoo like that. "I'm almost there," he said after a while and I started to masturbate to keep up with him. “Cum inside me,” I asked. “Breed me.” “Do you want my seed?” he asked. “Yes, I do.” “And what kind of seed is this?” “It's fucking HIV seed,” I shouted. “I want it, fill my ass with your cum. I want to be part of the brotherhood; I want your DNA inside me.” "Here it goes," he said in a shout. “I'm giving you AIDS, son. Now I will be your father forever.” I felt his cock pulsing inside me as spurts of cum flooded my insides. At that moment I came too. I never came so much in my life, it hit everywhere. Pablo fell over me exhausted and laid his head on my chest. We were both tired, sweaty and completely dirty with cum. "You are mine now," he whispered in my ear. “Welcome to the brotherhood of AIDS.” "What happens now?," I asked. “We have sex every day, putting as much poz cum inside you, until you are officially converted. If you want, I can call some friends who have the bug to help me give you the gift.” “I would like that.” We continued to lie on the living room floor for a few moments. The adrenaline of what we did passed, but I felt no regret. In fact, it was the happiest day of my life. I was about to say that when the doorbell rang and I heard my father's voice outside saying: “Phillip, are you there?”

PART II Note: I'm sorry that it took so long for me to post it, but my English is not that good and I had to translate it. Now the story... When I turned seventeen, my father started dating again. Since my mother started treatment, he was very much on his own, so I was happy for him. The new girlfriend was giving him excitement to get back on track. But that meant that again I was getting less attention than necessary. My father would usually spend the weekends at her house and I would be alone. Pablo always called me to stay at his house, but I was already thinking that it bothered him too much. With all the attention he gave me, his sex life was certainly not the best. So, after a while I started to decline your invitations and be alone at home. My life came down to going to school in the morning and spending the afternoon at home jerking off while reading reports from people living with HIV. Some things I learned from reading these reports is that the person who wants to be contaminated needs to be very sure beforehand, because it is something for a lifetime. But after she makes the decision, it's pretty liberating too. The first stages after contagion are the most complicated, because the person has a kind of flu, which shows that the virus has started to multiply in your body. But if the person starts treatment soon thereafter, she can live long years and decades without major concerns. And sex certainly becomes better, because a condom, whether you agree or not, is something that gets in the way and decreases lust. I tried to masturbate a few times using a condom, but I didn't even come close to cumming. I thought that was totally boring. And after you already have the virus, what else can happen? It is the worst thing transmitted through sex, all other diseases can be treated and cured. And everyone who is dealing with this needs to have regular checkups, so it's easy to find out if you've got anything else. And that is when total freedom arises. Having sex without a condom and without major concerns. Having sex with anyone you want, without knowing the right person, and without having to worry about anything. The freedom to feel it raw, to flood another guy with your spunk and also to be flooded with his seed. I wanted that. And the hornyness that I felt imagining myself being pozzed was something that always made me explode when I came. Of course, most of the times I imagined my neighbor doing this to me, but I also put myself in the place of the bottoms I saw in the videos. People at school didn't know about my sexuality, so I wasn't really close to anyone. I was that type of student who talks to everyone, but who doesn't really have any close friends. That special person for me was Pablo, and he was not at school. My eighteenth birthday was fast approaching and I was in no mood to celebrate. I had no family in the city besides my father and no one at school that I would like to invite as well. So, when my dad went to his girlfriend on Friday, not even remembering that my birthday was on Saturday, I realized that I had made the right choice not to make a big deal. I spent the entire Saturday at home, lying in the living room watching TV, as usual. It was about nine at night, I had just showered and was lying in my pajamas watching another episode of the series, when the doorbell rang. It was Pablo. “Hey, birthday boy”, he said. “You remembered?!”, I said confused. "Of course I did," he said and I realized he was a little drunk. “Aren't you going to ask me in?” "Sure, come in", I said. When I closed the door, he gave me a huge bear hug. The man was almost six feet tall and I wasn't that tall, so I buried my head in his strong chest. The truth is, I hadn't felt well all day and I was happy that at least he had remembered. “I wanted to come earlier to bring your gift, but I spent all day thinking and making some decisions”, he explained. “Sorry for leaving you alone on your birthday.” "You are here now," I said. "I am," he said without letting me go. My cock was already growing with that hug and it was impossible that he wasn’t feeling it, so I decided to break the contact. “Where's my gift?”, I asked walking away. "That's what I had to think about today," he explained. “I don’t understand.” “Phillip, I have looked after you as if you were my son for years, but that is not what you are. And I know that you don't see me as a father either, you feel horny about me.” “No, I ...” I tried to argue, but I had no idea what to say to him. “No need to be embarrassed, because I also feel horny when I see you”, he said hurriedly. “Do you?”, I asked doubting. “Of course I do, you grew up to be a beautiful man, but you were always my boy, so I never saw you like that, until the day that ...” “What a day?” I asked anxiously. “The day you saw me fucking that guy at my place.” “Did you know? I’m so embarrassed!” “He saw you at the time and told me that we were not alone, so we did a show for you to see.” “I had no idea ...”, I said blandly. “I thought you were scared, that you didn't understand, but when you talked about my tattoo, I realized that you were smarter than I thought.” “Then why have you never done anything before? Why are you just telling me that now?” I wanted to know. “It's still difficult, I had to drink to build up the courage to have this conversation with you. And there was the fact that you were a minor before.” "But I'm not now," I observed. “No, you are not.” He then closed the distance between the two of us, held my head tightly and gave me a deep kiss on the mouth. I had never kissed anyone before, so I let him guide me and explore every corner of my mouth. His hands roamed my body, feeling and spoiling me, so I found the courage to do the same, placing my hands on that body that I always wanted to touch. As much as I had been working out for almost two years, my body was nowhere near as big as his. His arms held me tightly and I felt those muscles tighten. The curve of his waist, the hardness of his chest, the six packs of his hairy belly. Everything was a paradise under my hands. Then he broke the kiss and said: “You sure you want this gift?” “Yes,” I said. “We can use a condom if you haven't decided yet, if you think it's too early.” “I want to, I'm sure. It would happen someday anyway and I prefer it to be you.” “You can't go back; my viral DNA will stay with you for the rest of your life.” “All I want is to have that part of you always with me.” “You will be the mother and I will be the father of the bugs that will grow and multiply within you.” “I saved my virginity for you to do that.” “I'll give you what you always wanted, but not here. Let's go to my house, I want to fuck you in my bed like you saw me fucking that other guy.” It was difficult to take my hands off of Pablo, I was afraid that breaking the contact he would give up everything on the way to his house, but I took the key, locked the door and followed him to his place.

My sex life is a long list of extreme fetishes with barely any limit... I'm attracted to the smelliest, nastiest stuff... Men: In general, men who don't shower often. No limit, if you haven't showered in 2 months, I will kiss and smell every inch of your body. Smegma makes things 400% better. The rougher a man looks, the smellier he is, the more I want him. Give me blue-collar, chavs, rednecks, skins, addicts, wasted, chubs, obese... Give me pig haircuts and staches. That's my definition of beauty. Socks, sneakers, shoes, boots: Again, the nastier, the better. Nothing better than a pair of thin black nylon socks worn for weeks; shiny, and saturated with sweat. Same for white sport socks: The more worn, the yellower they are, the better. It's not just my main fetish, but also a real addiction. I simply can't refrain... I've gotten out of my way to have my nose as close as possible to straight friends socked feet. I've sniffed and masturbated in workers boots while they were working in my house. I've stolen countless pairs of socks from dudes, even friends. Hell, I even tried (unsuccessfully) to buy socks from homeless dudes... at two separate occasions... This might be a future post on this site. Smoking: Not just smoking, but actively fucking my lungs. If you're a chain-smoker with a greasy cough smoking over 3 packs a day, I will want to marry you. I can't have sex without pumping tar in my lungs. Cum and risky play: Never had many opportunities, but would love to empty as many used condoms I can find in my ass. Other than that: cheating, being a cuck, using cum from men my partner played with, STDs, poz dudes... Other disgusting kinks: Burping, getting farted in my face, loose holes / prolapses, skidmarked briefs, ball stretching, cock modifications (silicone monster meat, subincision, split, ...) TLDR... yeah, I'm an addicted, nasty freak at this point...

Spit and precum, the gold standard for a spontaneous, rough fuck.

Bunker in Sydney has regular piss- as well as fisting events. I’m a regular at both. At some venues is a bathtub in the dedicated piss room, and some fag is always eager to lie in it. A few months ago that fag was me. I just was so poppered up, that I got in without second thoughts. I’m always in chastity, and most guys take this as an open invitation to do whatever they please with the fag. Over an hour or so I was pissed on every cm of my body and face by about 20 guys ; some aimed for my face, some ordered me to open my mouth, some others made me sit up and pissed right down my throat. At other events I’ve had guys coming up to me with their mouth full of piss and started to kiss me, swirling the sweet piss between us and dripping down on our bodies. At one time I was rimming a guy and two guys started to piss at his ass, making it a feast for me lol. One time three of us were kneeling in a half circle and a Master pissed on us. The same guy called me over where he sat on a chair, I moved to him on my knees and he shoved his semi erect cock deep down my throat and let go a massive amount of piss directly into my stomach. Not to forget the time I was on my back being fucked, while one guy sat on my face, keeping my tongue busy and two guys pissed on me at the same time… I could go on with more stories, but I think you get the gist. Suffice to say, I’m known as an obedient piss pig, among other things, and have a reputation of being open, well, to anything.