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This is a true story and took place last Friday. I’d partied in the past and I’ve been sober for 5 years. Lately I’ve been wanting to party again. Here’s where we begin… So I decided to scratch that itch last Friday. I was sitting at home drinking watching some porn and mostly chatting with guys on Sniffies. I get a message from this hot hairy daddy I’ve been talking with for a while now that he wanted to fuck. We exchanged our kinks, what we’re looking for etc… He then asked if I partied, I admitting that it’s been years but have been feeling that itch. An hour later I find myself getting out of my Uber and knocking at his front door. Holy shit, I was not prepared for the man that meet me. His pics didn’t do him justice he was hotter in person. I noticed his basketball shorts tenting, I walk in close the door and drop to my knees and start servicing his thick uncut cock. After a couple of minutes he pulls me up, and we start making out. He pulls back and directs me to the bedroom. I walk in to find a sling and fuck bench. I knew this was going to be a fun night. He walks over to a bubbler and those wispy white clouds begin to fill the bulb. He takes a hit and pulls me closer, I’d instinctively opened my mouth and he shotgunned that magical smoke into my lungs. I didn’t immediately feel anything but kept smoking at his encouragement. My body begins to warm, my head begins to lighten and my cock and hole begin to twitch. He notices and asks if I wanted to get in the sling. I eagerly agree and he starts ravenously eating my hole. Soon I feel a finger sliding in as he licks around my hole and balls. He begins pulling it out then back in, and my hole responds opening up. I feel another finger and he resumes working my hole for a while and I feel the familiar burning of a rock….. fuuuucccckkkkkkk He stands and puts that beautifully thick uncut cock against my hole and pushes in. He’s buried balls deep in me and starts long dicking me. I’m fortunate I’m one of the guys who gets rock hard when he parties and I’m soon oozing precum. He see’s my puddle of precum on my belly and starts feeding it to me. I’m in pig heaven. We fuck for what felt like minutes but was closer to an hour. We both agree to take a break to smoke, rehydrate, etc… He asks if I’d ever slammed. It’d been 5 years since I’ve ridden that ride, and I eagerly agree; he grins and he asks me how much I want. The inner dialogue in my mind was like this the last one I did was five years ago and it was strong, I was a complete slut, I have Monday off for the holiday and a zoom meeting on Tuesday, and I rattled off .4. He asks if I wanted to invite some guys over and I began to hunt while he mixed the rigs. I talked with some but nothing was concrete. A few minutes later he comes back in with 4 points and some swabs. I fall to my knees and work his cock and balls for all I’m worth till he’s rock hard again. He ask’s where I want it nodding towards the bed then the sling. I hop in the sling and he hops in me burying himself again balls deep. I extend my arm and feel the tourniquet wrap around my bicep, my veins begging to feel that familiar pinch. I closely watched as he found a vein and draws back finding a register. He asks me, “you ready to blast off” and I eagerly say yes. As soon as he pulls the tourniquet I’m blasted off into the stratosphere my ears ringing, my eyes dancing about unable to focus, my holes on fire, and soon begin to violently cough followed with fucking yes, fucking use me, use me hard, you feel so good inside me, fuck yeah… While I was lost in my rush, I hear him getting his cough on, and he bellows fuckkkkkk and begins earnestly fucking my hole. I’m in pig heaven he’s jackhammering away at my hole while I work his nips. He’s encouraging me calling me a slampig, that I’m just a hole, a whore for cock and cum. I eagerly agree begging him to fucking use me. Use my holes. Whore me out. When suddenly I hear a couple of coughs in the distance.

On my way to school I wondered if he heard me last night watching the porn on the TV in his bedroom. When I got to school in rushing out the door, I forgot to change into jeans. I was still wearing my shorts which were running shorts. They weren't short booty shorts but they weren't long either maybe 3" going down mid thigh when standing up but when sitting down they crawled up my thighs a lot. I went to my classes, grabbed lunch with Jane and then went to work. There was a lot to do at work. Helping get late registered students into classes and some room changes for the department. One of our Professors was also starting a new class and needed a classroom. I was warned by the other staff sometimes he could be particular, gruff and strict. His name was Professor Post. He was an older man maybe early 60's, tall slightly bald with a moustache with an earring loop in his right ear. I was assigned to help him set up his class and arrange registration for late students. We met in his office, going over the late additions to his class and making sure they have their prerequisite classes. In our meeting he was the opposite, he was very nice, accommodating as we had some issues with the main registration office and even warm. We talked about my background and what I was studying. He shared where he came from before he came to this college. It was a nice pleasant conversation. I noticed he sometimes would stare down at my shorts. They sat high on my thighs like booty shorts and I tried to pull them down. I noticed and got self conscious and apologized as I was running late and forgot to change. He laughed and said not to worry. He said I have very nice legs and asked if I was a runner. I told him no that I was a swimmer. "You swim? Me too. I have a pool at my place if you ever want to come over and do lap swimming. " the Professor said looking down and my legs and shorts. His eyes devouring me made my cock get a little hard. I think he started to notice. "Thank you for the invitation, maybe one day. Are we done now?" I said nervously "Yes we are done for today. We will meet up again soon, I think" he said with his eyes working me over. My cock was half way hard now. I got up and used my backpack to hide my cock and left his office. Walking out I looked back and waved and could see him staring at my ass. I had to pee so I went to the bathroom. When I walked in I saw what he saw. My cock was pushing out and my shorts were still up at my mid-thigh. It must have been higher sitting down. When I turned around because my shorts were bunched up a small hint of my ass cheek was sticking out. I quickly pulled it down and went to the urinal. As I was finishing the Professor walked in and I could see his hard cock in his jeans. He looked huge. He nodded and I washed my hands and left. I finished up at work and them met some friends at the pizza and bar place near campus. I was glad it was a Friday. Jane stopped by early on to hang out with us. Professor Post was also there with a couple of what looked like professors and 2 students. I introduced him to my gf Jane and the others. Jane left early and me and my friends stayed till about 9:30pm. I was definitely buzzing and wanted to get home to sleep. I pulled in and went in through my door. After I got in, I changed into some underwear and a tank top. I was still kind of drunk and sat down and started to think about today and the last few days. In all my years I have never got noticed or got hit on by older men. But in the last week I let one touch me, eat my cum, eat his and now someone at work was checking me out and I got aroused. What was happening to me. It felt strangely good and sexy being admired and hit on. I could feel his eyes look me over. After all I was a guy and I knew when I was looking over a hot chic she could feel my eyes. As I was thinking about all of this I could feel my cock get aroused and start to get hard. What was going on with me? I am straight not gay. I quickly fell asleep.

Hey all, sorry it’s just been super busy lately and by the time I do get a break my inspiration or attention span is lacking. I will get the next chapter up when I can. I promise I will finish the story! Thanks, Uncut

Sometimes, when examining my many, many poor life choices, I’ve wondered; how do you make a cheater? We can’t just be born like this, something has to have *happened*, y’know? So this post, while including some cheating, is not just about my cheating, so much as about how I became the cheater I am today. An origin story, of sorts. The grand setup for the inevitable punchline. A Prelude. I think it starts with having to keep your formative sexual awakening a secret. I grew up in a very Catholic family, in a very small, close-minded town. Not ideal when you accidentally catch the premier of Queer as Folk on late night tv while alone and finally figure out exactly *how* different you are to all the other boys. Sure, you have no idea what rimming is either after seeing that scene, only that it looked really fucking enjoyable, and 14 year old you wants to find out all about it as soon as bloody possible. You have to sit on this excruciating secret for a whole year, until your school collides with a Scottish school on a field trip to Sweden, and a boy named Martin who’s just a bit more savvy than you clocks who you really are, and sneaks you out of your dorm to drink stolen vodka and share a first, electrifying kiss. It’s beautiful, but then you go home, and you can’t tell anyone about it. Martin keeps in touch for a while, but Scotland is a long way away, and soon enough it’s just you again. (Put a pin in Martin though, he’ll be back.) From that point on, until I left home a few years later, my only experience of a "relationship" was two weeks of hand holding and chaste kisses with Craig over in the next town. He was incredibly cute, but we were 15 and dumb, and it didn’t last. Again, don’t forget Craig, he’ll be back as well. Anyway, in short, I had no idea what romance was beyond sneaky kisses and holding hands when no one was looking. Every moment of awakening was a guilty secret. It taught me to hide quite well, and hiding was, unfortunately, therefore inextricably linked to arousal. While romance was short, sex, on the other hand, was plentiful once it started. I was a reasonably cute teen with a very nice butt if I do say so myself, and I had been legal for all of a month before I went to my best friend’s birthday party, where her 21 year old cousin Stephen was home from uni and chaperoning the chaos. He didn’t do a great job though, as he snuck a slightly inebriated me out before midnight, drove me to the aptly named Cherry Lane, and finally gave me what I’d been craving. He was taller and bigger than me, and quite buff, with a shaved head and what I thought was a sexy gap in his front teeth. I don’t remember any panic as he pulled me into the back seat and forced his cock down my throat, just the tremendous pressure of my horniness, like if I didn’t have sex that night I would literally die. I gagged on his sizable cock a lot (I’m still sadly shit at deepthroating), but I guess eventually it was wet enough for his liking. He pulled my jeans off, slapped some of his own spit on my hole, and then sat me down on his dick like I was a human fleshlight. Funnily, I don’t remember it hurting at all; evidently I needed this, and his wet dick just slid right in to the hilt as my eyes rolled back in my head. They never taught sex ed in my Catholic school beyond "this is how babies are made", so I never even thought to ask for a condom, and I don’t think I would have wanted one anyway; I wanted to feel every last thing, and he bounced me on his dick like I weighed nothing. He never asked if I was ok, or if it hurt, or if I wanted this, he just used my tight, fresh hole to please his dick, and as a man’s cum flooded into me for the first time I absolutely drenched him in return. I was spent, I was euphoric, and ten minutes later I’d been thrown out of the car three streets away from the party so we wouldn’t be seen returning together. I walked back, hole aching and dripping cum, and spent the rest of the night being pointedly ignored by him. The dirty feeling of being used and the intense sexual arousal of the encounter would pretty much be a staple of my sex life from then on. Stephen would sneak me out in much the same manner whenever he was in town over the next years, and it was always the same; no small talk, he would roughly use my hole to dump his load, and I would have to walk home. It wasn’t until well after I’d seen him for the last time that I found out about his girlfriend and kid. The other encounter of note before I left my hometown was a pair in London, Aiden and Rob. It was only a couple of months after my original encounter with Stephen, and I had been desperate for more. I met them online, a 24-year old couple, who also did some work with a now-defunct porn studio. I thought they were crazy hot, and I lied about my experience trying to get them to meet me until they finally invited me over. They must have clocked straight away that I wasn’t being honest about some things, but like I said, I was cute, so it wasn’t long before I was naked on the couch, Rob’s dick in my mouth, and Aiden spreading my legs, finally introducing me to the joys of rimming. I honestly thought I was going to die of pleasure, and I was so horny that when Aiden started to position himself between my legs, I again didn’t care about the lack of condom. Given the size of him, however, what I should have cared about was the lack of lube. My lies came back to bite me though, as I had told him that I had taken a lot of dick, and that the deeper and rougher it was the better, and so he pushed his massive cock into me with only spit and precum, smirking when I cried out. "I thought you said you liked it deep?" "Not *that* deep!" I gasped, desperately putting my hands on his thighs, trying to stop him going further. Now, I *know* the next thing that happened was a shitty thing to do to dumb horny kid, I *know* I should have been more mad about it, but goddamit if it doesn’t still make me rock hard; he bats my hands away, says "Bit late now, you’ll be fine" and proceeds to fuck me like a steam train. No going slow and gentle, no easing up to grab the lube, just straight to pounding my hole like he wants to come out the other side. Rob grabs my head and forces his dick down my throat, and I just have to hold on for dear life as they take turns throwing me around the room. It finally ends when I’m on the lounge floor, on my back and legs spread, Rob has just cum down my throat, and Aiden is somehow going even harder. He tells me he’s going to cum, and I beg him to pull out (I’d started to educate myself a little since Stephen), to which he simply grunts "No", and fires his load into me so hard I can feel his dick pulsing. I’m ashamed to say that pushed me right over the edge, and I had to rinse my own cum out of my hair before limping home. I saw them many more times over the next couple of years, and even if I tried to bring out the condoms they would always manage to send me home dripping cum, feeling used and abused, and honestly I fucking loved it. Anyway, I also need you to stick a pin in Aiden and Rob for now, because, naturally, they are going to come up again. So, that’s the gist of my formative sexual years, and honestly I think it’s pretty obvious where my cheating fetish came from. I’ll see you in the next part for first boyfriends, first betrayals, and a lot of dick. Ciao!

I got up at 8am and went to class. I was tired but got through the day. After class I ate lunch on campus and showed up at my job at the college. It was an office position at the Liberal Studies College. I worked in the department office and did administrative work. They had a deadline so as the new guy I had to help out, so I didn't finish until 5:45pm. I was starving some of us from the office ate at the pizza joint on campus had a beers. I got home a little after 8:30pm. I was exhausted and went straight into my room and lied down. I fell asleep and when I woke up and had to use the bathroom. I heard noise again from Rick's room and quietly walked over. I carefully peeked in and there was gay porn. Rick was on the couch and he had fallen asleep. I watched the porn. It was a younger guy around my age on his back, getting fucked by a huge cock on an older skinny guy. He had another older guy with his cock in the young guys mouth. The guy on the bottom was moaning and begging the top to cum in him. "Ohhhhh fuck just keep fucking me please, harder harder....fuck cum in me please, I need your charged POZ cum in me, make me pregnant" the bottom moaned. Make him pregnant?, I thought, men don't get pregnant. This is odd. I kept watching the TV and my cock got hard. You could see the guy on the bottom enjoying what must be painful as the old guys cock was big but he was enjoying it and begging for more. Finally the top yelled, "Here you go bitch, I am cumming in you and making you pregnant" he said. You could tell he was cumming a lot and then the bottom started to shoot all over his stomach and the top at his mouth shot cum in his mouth then all over his face. The top kept pumping for another minute and pulled out. The camera zoomed out and you could see cum leak out of his ass, lots of cum. The top played with his hole and pushed some of it back into his hole. He told the bottom "Oh fuck yeah your going to have my baby bitch". The bottom guy looked so happy. My hand on its own was on my hard cock rubbing it. I heard Rick snort and then kind of wake up. I pulled back so he couldn't see me and quietly went back to my room. I was so hard I couldn't fall asleep. I jacked off thinking about what I just saw, the bottom looked so enthralled in ecstasy. I shot quickly all over my belly and chest. I couldn't find my tissue box so I just scooped it up with my fingers and licked my cum. I had grown to like the taste of my cum. I even savored it. I thought it's not gay to eat your own cum, right. After licking it all up I feel asleep. I woke up around 7am and got dressed and washed up. I went into the kitchen and made coffee. "Good morning, longtime no see" Rick said "Yeah I know. Been busy with work and school. And you?", I said "You know work too and just hanging out" Rick said looking me up and down. "Were you up last night in the living room" Rick asked "Uh no just in the bathroom. Sorry I gotta go, I don't want to be late", I said as I rushed out of the house.

Here is Part 2. Looking like it might end up being 4 parts total. *** Part 2 A couple of days later we were snuggling on the couch watching a movie when Joey decided he had to let me know what had happened with Ray, “Daddy, remember the other day when you fucked me after the pump and dump and I asked you about still being on PrEP?” “Yeah,” I responded neutrally. “I asked cause that last guy, well, he said some stuff that made me think he might not have been undetectable,” said Joey. I could tell he was nervous about bringing this up. I pulled him tighter against my side. “What did he say, you can tell me, it’s okay,” I said as I stroked his back. “He said it was too bad that I was on PrEP cause he was toxic and would love to infect me,” said Joey quietly. I responded with a little moan that was something between an acknowledgment and a moan of pleasure. “Did that turn you on or disgust you? It’s okay Joey baby, I love you, you can be honest with me,” I said as I continued to gently stroke his back. “It turned me on in the moment, I fucked myself back against his cock,” answered Joey. I could feel his cock starting to poke my thigh. “That’s kind of hot,” I said. “Really, you find it hot?” He asked, more seeking validation than anything else. I used my free hand to grab his hand that was on my chest and guided it down to my crotch. As soon as his hand brushed against my hard cock, he looked up at me, smiled and then immediately started grabbing my hard cock through my sweatpants. “Yeah, I do,” I whispered in his ear as he groped me. Feeling my hard cock gave Joey the courage to tell me the rest of what I had watched without him knowing. He was no longer nervous, as he continued the story. “It was very hot. He said he was off his meds for months and had a high viral load. He said he would love to poz me and knock me up. I was so turned on and kept thrusting back into him and moaning like crazy. He said he could tell I wanted his toxic load and then he told me to beg for it, to beg for his gift.” “Oh fuck, I wish I had been there to see that,” I said, lying about having been there and not about how I wished to have seen it. I reached down with the arm around his back to start rubbing his ass cheeks and I reached into his sweatpants with my other hand to grab his cock which was hard and leaking pre-cum, “Did you, did you beg for him to poz you, you naughty little boy?” “Yes, yes, I did, and when I begged him to gift me, to breed me, to poz me, my cock was so hard and rubbing against the bed as he fucked a poz load into me that I came,” said Joey as we continued to jerk each other off. “I can try to find some guys that will roleplay that with you for our next pump and dump,” I offered. “That would be hot, especially if they were actually poz, just for that extra bit of danger, my PrEP should protect me right?” he asked as he thought about repeating the scene. “Yeah it should, but they say it's only 99% effective, there could be a small risk,” I answered. We talked about it more as we stroked each, admitting how hot the scene would be, until we both climaxed and shot our loads all over each other. That night I created a profile for Joey on BBRTS with pictures of his hot little muscular body and a few pictures of his ass leaking come. I advertised him as a negative bottom looking for poz tops. I did lie on the profile and put that he wasn’t on PrEP. I had lied to my husband, I wasn’t above lying to strangers to advance my plan.. I was not getting enough detectable poz guys to arrange a day long session, so I started to organize more one off or one to two guy play sessions. These were even hotter than the scene I had arranged with Ray because I did not have to pretend I wasn’t in the room, so I could join in the verbal roleplay. The guys fucking Joey really got turned on by me telling them to breed my boy with their toxic loads. They had both Joey and me begging them to poz him. Joey particularly liked when I added a bit of degradation to my comments and would tell the tops things like, “Yeah poz that fucking slut, he’s not even a whore since he isn’t getting paid, he’s just a cheap slut that can’t get enough toxic cum in his hole.” I think I fucked Joey more that month then I had since when we first started fucking. I was so turned on watching him get bred by poz tops, and willing taking toxic loads that I couldn’t resist mounting him as soon as the top left and dipping my own neg cock into the pool of poz cum that was his ass. Joey usually came when the tops would breed him, if he didn’t he would definitely cum when I was fucking him. I knew my odds of getting HIV were even smaller than Joey’s, but the thought that it was still a possibility was enough that I would quickly add my own load to his hole. After the third or fourth time we had a guy over and everyone dumped their load in my little muscle stud cum dump husband, I started slipping a butt plug into Joey’s ass to help him keep the loads in longer. Several times I’d find him playing with the plug in his ass and jacking off a couple hours later. I’d watch and stroke myself as I told him to fuck that toxic cum deeper into his boy pussy, to make sure he got pregnant from all the cum his Poz Daddies had given him. What Joey did not know was that I was not being that selective on who I had come fuck Joey. Many times I would get guys that would say they were undetectable but were still interested in fucking that hot muscle stud in the pics. I let them know that was okay but they still had to pretend they had a high viral load and they wanted to poz him. I actually let quite a few of these guys in on the secret that Joey was still on PrEP. Many of these guys contacted me afterwards and let me know that it was one of the hottest fucks they had ever had. I would reply and ask them that if Joey ever stopped taking PrEP would they consider taking a med vacation and giving him a toxic load for real. If they were interested I would favorite them and if they weren’t interested I would block them. A couple of the guys I blocked created new accounts and let me know they changed their mind. I unblocked their original accounts and let them know that I would contact them if Joey was ever going to go off PrEP, but that they would have show me that they were off their meds and were detectable before they got another invite to come breed my hot little boy. When we were having guys coming over to breed Joey, we were watching all the poz oriented porn we could find and reading bug chasing stories to each other. After another few weeks of having guys over that were thinking they were there to poz Joey, we were snuggling on the couch watching some porn when I asked Joey, “Baby, have you ever thought about stopping your PrEP? Doing this for real without the safety net?” Joey looked up at me, I could see a mix of desire and fear in his eyes. “Do you want me to?” He asked timidly. “Baby, I love you. Having gone on this journey of discovery with you has made me happier than I thought possible. I will support you in whatever you want,” I said looking down into his eyes. “You would still want to be with me even if I became poz?” He asked, looking for reassurance. “Yes Baby, I’d still want you to be my boy, to be my partner in life. I wouldn’t have married you otherwise. I would still want to share you with other men, seeing you let go of your inhibitions and being so free with your body is the sexiest thing in the world to me. I would also join you on the journey. If you stop your PrEP I will too, I won’t ask you to do anything I wasn’t willing to do myself,” I answered. “Okay, I guess,” he said, still a little unsure. “Tell you what, let’s think about it overnight and talk again in the morning. If you want to go through with it, I want to make a video of you dumping your pills and flushing them. I think it would be really hot and I could use it to help get you some more guys,” I said. That sort of tipped my hand to Joey that I really did want him to stop his PrEP and be at risk of getting pozzed when he was taking loads. Joey reached down and started fondling my hard cock, “Only if you dump yours as well. I want to feel your unprotected cock fucking those toxic loads into my unprotected ass.” “Deal,” I said immediately. I then pulled his sweatpants down and fucked him there on the coach.

I'm hoping Rick and Prof Post are friends 😉

@Uncut300 Take the time you need to look after yourself and life things. We will be here looking forward to the next part when it is ready 🙂

Hey everyone, sorry it's been a while for the next part! A previous version I posted was flagged by the moderators, and I want to sincerely apologize for that. I'm still getting the hang of the specific rules here, and I messed up. I'm sorry for the error and any trouble it caused. I've spent the time since rewriting this chapter from the ground up to make sure it's compliant with the forum's rules. The good news is that, while I'll be posting part 11 right now, I've also finished writing part 12, so you won't have to wait long for that either. I really hope you enjoy this new version and that it was worth the wait. I always appreciate all the comments and reactions, and I love to hear what you think and feel about the story. Thanks so much for your patience and for sticking with me. Part 11: At the Clinic Buffet - an Understall Gamble He doesn't wait for you to move. With a rough, angry motion, he pulls up his scrubs, shoving his still-hard, cum-slick cock away as if it's something filthy. He turns his back on you, staring at the wall, his shoulders rigid with a fury so deep it has become cold. You scramble for the door, your own erection a painful, shameful pressure against your jeans. You fumble with the handle and stumble out into the sterile, white corridor, leaving him alone with his poison and you alone with your desire. Your body moves on its own, driven by a singular, desperate need to blow the load that the doctor's confession has caused. To avoid anyone seeing the massive bulge in your pants, you make a beeline for the men's restroom. You push the door open and step into the stall in the back, locking it behind you. Your eyes go immediately to the wall, to the biohazard symbol you defiled with your "still neg" failure just an hour ago. But something is different. Fresh, milky-white cum is slowly dripping down the tile from the center of the symbol. A thick, pearly drop hangs from the lower point of the symbol, poised to fall. Someone else was here. Someone else marked the symbol as their own. A wave of horniness, more potent than anything you've ever felt, crashes over you. All thought is erased. There is no doctor, no clinic, no disappointment. There is only this. This offering. This gift. You press your face close to the divider and lean forward, pressing your tongue flat against the cool tiled divider, slowly licking the fresh, salty cum from the wall. You savor the taste, the texture, the anonymous risk. As you're lost in the taste, you hear a soft rustle from the other stall, then a whispered voice, young and a little cocky. "You hungry, man?" Your heart hammers. „Oh yeah.“ You hear the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling, a zipper, and then the soft thud of jeans falling to ankles. A moment later, the rustle of fabric as someone kneels down close to the divider wall. You quickly sit down on the toilet and bend over, your head almost to the floor, to look under the divider. There's a good foot of space, and the view is perfect. The first thing you see are legs—pale, athletic, and covered in a fine dusting of red hair that glints in the dim light. Your eyes travel up to a crotch, and you see a neatly trimmed, thick red bush and completely smooth, shaved balls. And then a cock comes into view. But why is a kid who looks like this at the clinic? This is the kind of place you come when you're waiting for results. Your heart pounds. Is he here for the bad news, or the good news? Is he shooting blanks, or is he loaded with toxic bullets? That perfect-looking piece of meat could be a freshly minted poz boy, about to get his papers... a beautiful, undeniable Trojan horse, and you're the city he's here to destroy. A wave of arousal hits you so hard you feel dizzy. The word "negative" echoes in your head. Not a rejection. A directive. Work harder. Take every opportunity. Don't question who, just take what's offered. This clinic isn't a place of shame anymore; it's a buffet. "Shove your butt over here..." the voice commands, husky and inviting. He wants an anonymous understall action, nothing more. You pull back, shuck your jeans, and lie on the floor. You lift your legs and slide your ass under the divider. He's on you instantly, hands rough, grabbing your hips and yanking you the rest of the way under the divider until your ass is flush against his side of the wall. He owns you now. He spreads your cheeks open. "Fuck," he breathes. "Nice tight hole." He spits. You feel the wet head of his cock paint your hole, smearing slick precum all over you. "This is how I like it," he grunts, his voice thick with excitement. "Anonymous. Unprotected. No names, no numbers. Just a hole and a cock. The best part? Not knowing. Every time I slide in raw, it's a fucking lottery ticket. I get off on the risk. The possibility that this one fuck could change everything forever... that's the real rush. It's the only thing that's real. So, what you here for?" he grunts, positioning himself. "Check-up," you gasp. "Negative." He laughs, a low, dirty sound. "Shame. That why you're so hungry?" "Fuck yeah." "You want it?" "Please..." "I'm here for my results," he grunts. "Been fucking bareback a lot lately. No condoms, no PrEP, no hole or cock refused. So... who knows what they'll say? Pure risk…" "Doesn't matter," you groan. He lines up and pushes in the tip. Teasing you. „You really want it? No matter what?“ „Just do it.“ „Might be more than you think…“ „Give me all you have.“ „Sure? Could be permanent…“ He pushes a small brown bottle through the gap at the bottom of the divider. It rolls across the grimy tile towards you. You unscrew the bottle, lift it to your nose. Smell the familiar scent. Breath in deep. One, two, three, you hold your breath, your head starts spinning, four, five, six, your vision clouds. Just as you're about to scream, the air stolen from your lungs, „I dont care! Fucking do it!“ he slams his cock into you in one brutal, deep stroke. He lets out a loud, satisfied groan. He doesn't wait. He immediately starts fucking you, a hard, rhythmic pounding, his hips slapping against your ass. His rhythm is a little erratic, driven by pure youthful horniness. "Fuck, your hole," he pants. "Gonna fill you... with my risky cum." "Yeah," you choke out. "Breed me." "Gonna knock you up... take my fucking prize." His words, combined with the knowledge that he's a complete unknown, a ticking time bomb of his own making, send you into a frenzy. Your mind reels, hoping he's carrying the ultimate prize, the gift you've been chasing. You reach down and start stroking your own cock, your fist flying. The reality of it is overwhelming—the dirty floor, the anonymous redhead using you, the filth pouring from his mouth. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna give it to you... now!" He slams into you one last time and buries himself deep. You feel the powerful, rhythmic spasms of his young, but not so innocent, cock as he unloads his mysterious cocktail inside you, a thick, warm flood of his anonymous, untested seed filling your ass. The feeling of it is all it takes. Your own cock erupts, spurting cum across your chest and stomach in a massive, shuddering orgasm. He stays inside you for a long moment, panting. His voice, muffled by the tile, floats over to you. "Now... we have to wait." As he slowly pulls out, you feel a trickle of his cum run down your ass crack. You hear him zip up, the sound of his belt buckle, and then his stall door opens and closes. He's gone. You lie there for a moment, panting on the floor, your body half in one stall, half in the other, a student's unknown cum leaking from your hole and your own drying on your chest. You are a mess. A fulfilled, claimed mess. You slowly pull yourself back into your own stall, your muscles aching, and begin the process of putting yourself back together. As you reach for your jeans, a shadow falls over the stall door. You look up. He's standing there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed…

When I bottom I do not feel the load and coating and all the things other members on bz feel. But I feel submissive and like a slut that takes everything. And when I let it out I have a very close look of the amount I took. It’s a mindset thing.

It’s a whole new level of intimacy that feels more natural, the stimulation is much better and feeling it pulse is another no dulled senses just pure and natural fun.

(continued) As I continued to feast on the young wrestler cock the pounding on my hole began to echo in the dungeon as the balls of the blonde man slapped against my ass. Grabbing my hips he shoveled deep into my hole, driving his cock to the base and then moving it right and left. I looked to the left and noticed my stud uncle now moving behind me. I continued to work the wrestler cock and he now moved behind the blonde who was fucking me. All of a sudden, the blonde man was leaning on my back and he heard him groan. My uncle began to fuck the blonde’s ass, as he did, the blonde began to play with my nipples as my uncle worked his hole, all the while his cock was lodging deep in my hole. Looking to the left, in the mirror I could see all that daisy chain action. So could the cameras! We all needed a break. Little by little the action stopped and we headed back upstairs for a break – everyone erect. As we walked up the stairs, it was clear the wrestler was with his own kind. He was the young alpha male fuck stud. He knew what he was doing, and he was good at it. He was able to meet every thrust of the older men and give it back. We entered the living room for some more whiskey. Not much talking, just drinking and leering. No one had cum, everyone was still erect, so back to the dungeon for round two. As we reentered the dungeon, the blonde man slid into the sling with the black bodybuilder positioning himself at the base of his hole. My uncle moved to the blonde’s mouth and positioned his cock ready for sucking. With what appeared to be little resistance, the black bodybuilder’s cock entered the blonde and the fucking began. The dark haired man moved to the fuck bench face down, and the wrester spit on his cock and entered the man with force. Grabbing the dark haired man’s hips, he began to demonstrate his prowess with his cock. I moved to the head of the fuck bench and grabbed his head so he could chow down on my cock. I looked over and gave a thumbs up to my uncle as we both were getting blown. It didn’t take long for my uncle to take the position behind the bodybuilder, push his forward, and begin to fuck him in another daisy chain. I could hear the wrestler getting close, looked up and watched as he thrust forward delivering his load into the dark haired man. I quickly moved in to lick up what remained of his load on his cock. His tight body, a sight to behold. I stood and shoved my cock into the dark haired man, feeling the warmed of his hole, my cock now covered with the wrestler cum in the hole. I exploded, depositing another load into his hole. He stood and began to jerk himself off, dropping his load on the fuck bench. Not wanting to waste it, I reached over and licked it up. Shortly after, the uncle forcefully loaded the bodybuilder and pulled out. The bodybuilder groaned as he delivered a load into the blonde. The blonde, still erect, slid out of the sling, approached me, turned me around and went to work on my ass until he exploded inside and pulled out exhausted. I could feel the cum dripping down my leg. The smell of sex and poppers in the dungeon was intoxicating. I leaned against the mirrored wall to take in the sights. Our initiation into the group was CUMplete. What was next?

Continued: Entering the dungeon the lights were dim, with the sling and fuck bench reflected on the wall of mirrors. Steve entered first, swaggering his young muscle wrestler body right to left with a cockiness which screamed that he was ready to be an equal fuck with the men. His small hips, broad shoulders, bulging biceps from time spent in the gym since his freshman year, testified that he had the stamina to drill and get drilled. All that teasing in the restaurant kitchen was proving that he was no joke. The tight cloths, sneering grin meant to convey a truth that this was a young fuck stud who knew what he was doing. I followed him through the door, my eyes locked on his perfect ass but looking left to right, the drawings on the mirrored walls of leather muscle men with huge cocks. The smell of leather and cum was intoxicating. Mere steps behind me were the three men and my uncle ushering us down the path to perdition. I heard the blond whisper to the black bodybuilder, “I have a need to breed.” He responded, “we all do.” I turned and looked in the right corner and saw that a red light was on under the camera which was mounted in the upper corner of the wall. Turning my head, I noticed that the opposite wall also had a camera with the light on. As we all entered the room the smell of my uncles cigar was muffled by the scent of a newly opened bottle of poppers. Looking around I saw the blond put his hand forward to offer me a hit. I placed the bottle up to my nostril and huffed hard, sure that my hole was going to need to remain loose. I turned to the young wrestler and he grabbed the bottle from my hand and huffed deeply in both nostrils. We were primed to go. My uncle ordered me into the sling and the wrestler onto the fuck bench, face up. The same enormous black cock which had worked to hole of the wrestler while I slurped his cock, was now poised to ruin my hole as the massive man secured my legs in the straps. I could see out of my blurry eyes the dark haired man at the head of the fuck bench and the blond positioning himself to enter the now sloppy hole of the wrestler. The bodybuilder slowly let spit drip from his mouth and cover his cock. With a little saliva on his hand he reached down to lube my hole. As he began to enter my hungry cavern, my uncle grabbed my head, turned it to the left, and fed me his hard, long cock. Just when I was ready to scream from the pain of the huge black cock entering my hole, my uncle forced my head down to the base of his cock and it engulfed my throat. The two of them began to both holes causing the chains of the sling to rattle. The slapping of the bodybuilders balls again my ass was mirrored by my gagging on my uncle’s cock. From experience I knew he would not cum until he was good and ready. I needed to settle in for a rough workout. As the destruction of my hole progressed, my uncles pulled his cock from my greedy mouth and moved over to tap out the blond working the muscle boy’s hole. I heard a pop as the blonde’s cock exited the wrestler’s hole and watched as my uncle firmly grabbed the wrestler’s hips to move his hole into position. Without a cock in my hole or mouth, I slipped out of the sling to grab some whiskey which was conveniently place below the camera on the wall. I took a large swig and then leaned back against the wall to enjoy the sight of the men working the wrestler. I gazed as the young wrestler was getting into the fuckfest, showing his pig ability. He was meeting every thrust from my uncle and the dark haired man with an equal force. He was the stud he always portrayed. His glistening sweaty body, light hairy treasure trail leading down to his erect tan cock, beckoned my mouth. As the wrestler’s hole was being worked by my uncle, and his throat filled by the dark haired man, I leaned over to begin sucking his cock. I could taste salty flavor of his pre-cum. The poppers and whiskey had me going as my uncle’s hand now forced my head down to the base of the wrestler. As I was massaging his tasty rod with my tongue I felt a cock begin to pressure my hole. It was the blond man. I spread my legs and he began to work his cock into my hole.

When I lay pipe, I make sure my cock is going in as deep as I can and coming out as far as I can without sliding out. What that usually creates are nice long, fast and deep strokes that get my cock primed for injecting my seed. I prefer to breed missionary because a bottom's cunt is usually angled just right that my cock slides across his guts and g spot. When I'm ready I put my head down and use my full force with my hips, going fast and hard and deep, usually the bottom is locked in place with y body weight and can't move or squirm (which is what I want) Then I feel it build from my balls to my taint to the head of my cock. Roar. Slam my cock in deep and spray that cunt with my seed. I stay deep and make sure every rope covers that bottom's cervix. Then pull out and make them clean my cock

Looking for bare back breeders in Reno Nevada. 89506. Any cock will do just fine. You host though.

To bad we're too far apart, id let you breed me 😵

While there has been many instances of getting ing pounded hard one stands out. The time I did my first open door hotel cumdump session. Was not blindfolded or hooded this time, was having an issue getting tops to stop by until a bbc showed up with 2 bbc friends. As he walked in he locked the door, when I asked why, he said you don't need anybody else, and he was right. Him and his friends took turns pounding my hole for a little over 3 hours. No deep slow stroking this time just hard deep pounding,each one must have dumped 5 loads. As I laid there with my hole stretched and sore dripping with cum all three just left.I laid there for about 5 minutes when I heard the door open two other tops walked in. I thought damn I forgot to lock the door, but got into position anyways. Took those loads quick then locked the door

My regular fuckbuddy I talked about in my last post before texted me that he’s horny af and wanted to unload his balls in me. I replied without hesitation that I was going to prepare myself. He was still at work, close to the end of his shift. After a bit more than one hour he showed up. We started to kiss and soon I found myself on my knees face fucked. We went to my bedroom, he ordered me on my stomach and my ass up and started to eat my ass. After a nice rimming he rubbed his cock to my hole and shoved it inside. He was super verbal and fucked me hard. No. Hard is not a precise word. He fucked the life out of me. I have never ever was fucked like this. It was supernatural. I was nothing but a hole, only for his pleasure. He didn’t just fucked me. He used me. He continuously asked me if I wanted his load, wanted my hole destroyed. He called me whore and cheap cumdump. He became faster and harder, was moaning even louder and then he exploded in my hole. He was coming for five minutes. And with every pulsating he pushed his big dick deeper. We started to chat and it lasted about for an hour. I gave him a deep tongue kiss and we started to kiss passionately. I felt his bone, jumped on him and Insat on his again rock hard dick. I rode him like a crazy jockey. I sat deep on his dick and I felt like insatiable urge to be destroyed again. He grabbed me, turned us to my back. My legs were on his shoulders and he fucked me brutally. Layer he turned me on my stomach and continued this brutal fucking for an hour. The rest of his cum leaked out as he fucked it out. My hole is still buzzing. It’s an amazing feeling.

my hardest is probably my first time being fucked by a real...not a toy...cock. my friend came over for dinner, but we both knew it was to introduce me to the gay lifestyle. After a bit of teasing and flirting, he threw two pieces of rope that he'd brought under the couch, so the ends were available to grab on each side. He tied each hand on one side of the couch and then tied each ankle on the other side so i was secured over the back of the couch, facing the front of the couch. He knew that i had been Owned by a Mistress, so that i was familiar with being tied up. Then he put a bottle of poppers under my nose and had me inhale three long times...my head was spinning and my cunt hole was begging for his cock. He applied some lube to my cunt hole, then in one push, his cock was balls deep inside me. He fucked me, slow but deep, for a few minutes then climbed onto the back of the couch and proceeded to ram my asscunt HARD, i mean HARD, for what seemed like 30 minutes, never slowing up, never letting up... The photo is a screen grab, from my hidden camera, from that night...back in 2004.

My preference is having the bottom bent over, taking loads, one after another after another, and I just squat down, feast on his hole, stand up and start rutting. Speaking isn't necessary, but if he does some drrrty talk, I'll respond in kind.

Put me down as on Team "Not your problem/fault". He was having a lot of skin contact on your hole and bolted when you reached to have skin contact with his dick. That seems to violate the simple rules of good manners.

Brussels pig here

I always thought BBC was a myth until the first time I saw a group of black guys showering in the school gym locker room. I finally had my first black cock in my late 20's after my fag buddy had his BBC buddy "showed up" during our play date.

Part 3 (no explicitly poz loads in this chapter): Nick wasn't lying when he said he'd be fucking me a lot. I don't think a day went by since our first fuck without at least one of his loads in my ass. Most days he fucked me twice. His libido was off the charts. He was fucking me twice most days and also going out and hooking up with randoms too. Sometimes he took his time, other times it was a quick fuck because he needed to get off. He didn't seem to care if I had an orgasm or not, it was all about his pleasure. He just fucked me when he wanted, and he never asked for permission. He enjoyed fucked other guys either at beats, their place, or sex clubs, and then coming home, finding me in the apartment, pulling my shorts down and shoving his dick inside me. He'd fuck me while telling me about the guy or guys he'd just been inside and loved pointing out that he hadn't washed his dick since fucking them, hoping that he was passing something from them to me. He would just fuck me anywhere, at any time. In the kitchen, my bedroom, his bedroom, the living room, a couple of times in the hall just inside the front door, and even on the balcony. It definitely wasn't a private balcony, so I'm sure some of our sessions out there were watched by someone. I was surprised but glad that our other flatmate, Chris, hadn't caught us yet. There were a few close calls, with Nick ejaculating inside me just as Chris opened the door, giving us just enough time for Nick to pull out and both of us to get our pants back in order. Chris was more a friend of Nick's than mine, someone Nick knew who took the third room when our previous flatmate moved out, so I didn't know him as well and I hadn't talked to him about anything sexual. I really didn't know how he'd react if he caught us fucking, or even if he knew that we'd fucked many times in the kitchen where he prepared his meals. After a few weeks of this kind of schedule, Nick told me that I wasn't being a good enough slut. Since the first week, I hadn't been to a beat or hooked up with anyone else because Nick was fucking me a lot. Nick said he enjoyed having me as his personal sex toy, but reminded me that he loves fucking a cum-filled ass, and I should be collecting random loads so that he can fuck me afterwards. Plus, if he's the only one fucking me, my chances of taking a poz load are unacceptably low. It had only been a few weeks since the incident at the beat when I was told to let a poz guy breed me, so it was too early to tell but I felt like I was still neg and he hadn't converted me. I told Nick that I'd been reconsidering being a bug chaser, and thought I should start taking my prep tablets again to protect myself, but that I hadn't decided fully. Nick said that I obviously wasn't good at making decisions and needed someone else to make them for me, so he came up with a few rules for me to follow: 1. I'm not allowed to take prep or pep unless Nick gives me explicit permission. 2. No loads refused. Anyone and everyone is allowed to fuck me as long as it's bareback. 3. I must visit at least 1 beat per day. 4. If Nick sends me instructions to go to a guy's house or other location, I must follow those instructions and take the guy's load. 5. No underwear allowed. I must go commando at all times for easy access. Even at work. I wasn't sure what to say, but I could tell from his tone and expression that these rules weren't up for negotiation. Nick "sealed the deal" buy fucking and breeding me. The next day when I returned from work, Nick met me at the door and just said "your bedroom, now. Remove all clothes and wait on the bed for me". I did as instructed, expecting him to come in and fuck me, but he entered the room carrying a blindfold and earplugs. He tied the blindfold around my head and told me to insert the ear plugs. I could hear him faintly if he spoke with his mouth next to my ear, but I couldn't see anything. He had me sitting on the edge of the bed and I felt the presence of another person. Nick took my hand and guided it to a cock, and moved my hand up and down the shaft. I took the hint and started wanking this unknown guy. His cock felt slightly longer than average, and I think it was cut. It wasn't as big as Nick's cock, but then again, very few are. Nick is blessed in that department. My head was guided to this stranger's cock and I knew what to do. I was being instructed to suck it. I did my best, the cock tasted nice and there was a good amount of precum for me to lick up. I normally structure my headjob technique based on feedback, but with the earplugs, I couldn't hear any moans or comments from the guy attached to the dick in my mouth. The blow job didn't last long before the dick was removed from my mouth and I was repositioned on the bed so that the mystery man's cock could have easy access to my hole. A bit of lube, a bit of pressure, and he was balls deep inside me. While he used my ass as if I was nothing more than a fleshlight, I felt another cock at my lips. This one was thick and uncut. I had sucked it before, and I was certain that it was Nick's. I didn't often get to suck him because he preferred to fuck, and especially if he'd just been inside another guy, as he said, he didn't want my mouth cleaning off anything that should be donated to my ass. Nick's cock left my mouth but the cock in my ass kept pounding away, getting gradually faster and faster, the mystery guy fucking harder and harder. I thought he was getting close and then felt someone climb back up on the bed. I thought Nick had returned and I hoped he'd let me suck his cock again. A cock did appear at my lips but it wasn't one that I recognized. I opened up and let the new guy, mystery man 2, enter my mouth. I didn't know who either of these two were, but I hoped that they were enjoying the experience. I didn't want any rumors going around that I was a boring sex partner. Mystery man 1 fucked harder, pushed in as deep as he could, and collapsed on my back, while flooding my colon with his load. I wondered who he was and where Nick had found him. Mystery guy 2 immediately pulled out of my mouth and I felt his cock knocking at my backdoor. I knew what was expected of me, so I relaxed and let him in. He didn't last as long as the first guy and before I knew it, his load was added to the one already inside me. He pulled out and I was left alone for a while. It felt like ages, but was probably only 5 mins or so, before Nick returned and shoved his long, thick tool deep inside me. When he was all the way in, he pulled the earplugs out of my ears and told me that this is how he liked to fuck me - random guys' cum inside me as lube. He told me that I'd been a good slut taking those loads. I asked him who they were, and he said that the whole point of me wearing a blindfold and earplugs was so that I didn't know who they were. With a shout of "fuck yeah, I love a sloppy hole", Nick emptied his balls inside me. Something about the way he came set me off and I sprayed my load all over the bed below me. After he finished, Nick took the blindfold off me and I was about to see again. I told him that it was fucking hot that he'd just invited two random strangers over to fuck me like that. He said two things, firstly, that he liked it too and that he will do it again, and secondly, that they weren't strangers, but next time he might choose some random guys. What did he say? They weren't strangers? My head started swimming with possibilities. Who had he shared me with? Did I know them or did he know them? Nick could see that I wasn't going to let it rest, and just told me that I couldn't ask anymore questions, but we both know both guys, they're not strangers to either of us, and they both told Nick that they wanted to fuck me again sometime, and Nick said he'd make it happen. End of the third chapter. I promise that there will be poz cum in the next installment.

Mine doesn't get used much at all, id like some guys to change that though!

That unique smell is one of the best parts of servicing BBC. It drives me nuts as soon as I get a whiff and taste,

The first time I sucked a cock I swallowed. I was 18. It never occurred to me that there was any other option. I've been hooked on the taste of cum ever since.

oliver groaned and sighed as he reluctantly parted with a stream of piss and cum from his freshly fucked hole. Standing in the running shower Trey gently fingered the boys swollen cunt, coaxing a steady stream of sticky goo. "It feels nice doesnt it?" Trey held the boy and continued massaging the last of the hot seed from inside him. "oh yeah" Oliver sighed. "the first few are good but then it just gets so much better. I made all of them cum inside. even max." Trey turned the boy around gently and began tonguing his hole clean. "oh man thats nice" Oliver sighed, bracing himself against the wall as his hole reluctantly surrendered more cum. "tell me more about max" Trey mumbled. "Oh hes got a nice big cock. really pretty." Oliver sighed. "first he didnt want to play, but I got him to cum inside twice. you should have seen him. the look on his face when he started shooting. I knew he liked being inside me." Trey stood to his feet and turned the water off, tossing Oliver a fresh towel. "I know he didnt want to, but i even made him piss inside." "Oh i love that" Trey chimed. "feels so warm and full. having a tummy full of piss and cum is the best" As the sun rose doug bid farewell to the last of the evenings guests with his trademark smile. "did you two boys have fun?" he gently rested his hand on Olivers shoulder. "oh it was great, better than great, it was amazing. Thanks!" the boy swooned drearily with a yawn, "Oh dont mention it. Im sure we'll have another one of these get togethers soon and that pretty little pussy will be the star of the show." Oliver blushed at the thought of how many loads had been buried in him by the end of the festivities. Big bloated balls bouncing off his cheeks, throbbing and pumping into his tender frame, over and over. Draining the hot sticky juice from cocks was just second nature to him now. "Trey usually likes to sleep over since these things tend to run long, and I sure dont mind the company either." Doug dipped his middle finger into treys dripping hole, pulling him closer as he casually worked his digit in and out. "there he is, the laziest man in the house" doug remarked as Max plodded into the house. "did we have a little bit of fun tonight at least?" Doug knowingly asked. "n-nah. just kinda hung out as usual." max muttered, unaware that doug had watched the boy drain his nuts into Olivers talented litte pussy all night. "ive got tennis with my boyfriend tomor-er-today? so i need to get some sleep. nite pops." Doug patted Oliver on the shoulder and cleared his throat. "we've got a house guest tonight boy, little ollie heres had quite a few treats tonight and im sure he would like some well deserved rest. Have you met oliver?" Max nearly choked on the glass of water as he sheepishly waved to the boy. How could he miss him? The kid had locked eyes on him the minute he entered the home, like a hungry dog. "well i mean, i guess its better that i get going now then" max stammered. "nonsense. I wont have my own son deprived of a good nights sleep. We've only got the one guest bedroom, so you two will have to share a little." doug smiled, relishing the opportunity to unleash his pet oncemore on his own son. "oh i dont mind doug. I dont take up much space on the bed at all i promise." Oliver beamed at the nervous looking boy. "fine, whatever. its this way" max grumbled as he shuffled off down the hall. "legs up now trey, let me inside." Doug lifted the boys heels atop his shoulders and nudged his greasy tool against the boys welcoming pussy. As many lovely boys as he had dabbled in, he never seemed to get enough time inside trey. Trey watched as his accommodating young fuck hole swallowed dougs prick eagerly and let out a hungry, gutteral groan as the mans balls came to rest against him. "Did someone miss the nice big cock?" Trey nodded profusely as he fingered his nipples and bounced along in time to dougs powerful thrusts. He couldnt deny the mans thick shaft as it drove him closer and closer to cumming. "oh no, oh!" trey gasped as a rope of his own sticky seed sprayed across his stomach. "yes baby boy, thats it, cum for the nice big dick" Doug pounded relentlessly as he watched Treys little dick give up its sweet seed over and over. "hold it open for me baby" doug calmly pulled his engorged head from the boy with a satisfying pop as Trey obeyed and pulled his leaking gaped hole open. Doug enjoyed watching a boy accept his seed, but he delighted as well in resting the tip of his cock at the edge of their battered puffy holes and blasting his juice into them like a squirt gun. Doug jacked his foreskin a few more times before pulling back and spraying into the gaped boy. He swore he could hear the seed splash into him as he blasted his cream into the tender hole. "there we go, nice and full?" Trey nodded as doug flipped him over and spooned the boy, returning his fat cock to the boys warm guts. Trey knew doug would fuck him whenever he wanted, and the big prick buried in his cunt would act like a warm little plug, keeping the mans potent seed inside. contented for the moment, he drifted to sleep in the mans embrace. "I sleep in boxers" Max muttered as he drew the shades and slid into bed. "well i dont wear anything when i sleep."oliver beamed, curling up into bed against Max. "oh nonono, thats your side you little nympho." Max pushed the boy back. "i dont know what i was thinking fucking you.." "twice!" oliver chirped "yeah. I shouldnt have done that. Look, nobody can know about it okay? my boyfriend is a total sweetheart and he sure doesnt deserve some guy who blows loads in poz twinks at his dads fuck parties so...no more sex okay??" Oliver nodded with a smile. "I mean it, are you good? all done?" Oliver smiled and turned over. If a few dozen loads wouldnt keep him sated who knew what it would take. "night max" he mumbled as he flipped the switch on the nightstand lamp. A few hours had passed and Oliver huffed. Max was apparently quite a sound sleeper, but the drugs and sex meant he was still up. reaching back to massage his silky hole, he was rewarded with a gob of sperm. "god big cocks cum so much" he thought to himself, teasing the lips of his ass as he bit his lip. Then again given the chance Trey would probably have drank every load him him, his swirling tongue coaxing more and more man goo from the boy. the slippery sound of olivers fingers filled the room as he sighed in frustration. Turning over, he watched max snoring. "just a little peek" he grinned, sliding the sheets down until Max's bulging underwear came into view. "oh fuck yes" oliver whispered, before reminding himself that max was pretty adamant about no more sex. He fingered himself faster as he reached toward the opening in max's shorts. "just taking a peek max, dont mind me" Oliver slid the boys cock out. "hello there" Oliver whispered, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the head of the slumbering boys soft cock. "you look like you want to have a little fun" olliver thought to himself as he wet his fingertip and traced the boys sensitive head and glans. "atta boy, keep it coming nice and big" Oliver whispered, gently stroking the thickening prick until his fat cock throbbed before the boys eyes. Oliver admired the juicy pink head, giving it a lick before felating the boys stiff tool until it glistened. as max rolled to his side Oliver pulled the boys heavy balls out as well. Oliver couldnt just wake the boy up demanding a fuck, he had to be creative this time. If its one thing big cocks always love its a warm tight boy to slide up into. He'd seen it before, the natural desire to push inside. Guys might lie about it, but big cocks never do. grinning, he gently pumped Max's prick with his cum drenched hand and rolled to his side, positioning Max at the entrance of his hole. "be a good boy, come on, fuck the hole" Oliver whispered in anticipation as he gently massaged the head with his ring. "mmgh, danny" max mumbled as he stuffed himself into Olivers warm pink pussy. "danny" oliver snickered, lmowing the load Max was about to spew was certainly not going into his boyfriends butt tonight. Oliver milked Max's cock as the boy groaned. "getting nice and close maxie?" oliver hissed, no man with a cock as nice as max's would deny him their seed as max tensed and the familiar pumping began. "there we go max. pump it all out. good boy" ollie whispered. once max had softened, he gently slid the boy from his warm pussy and paused to admire the sight of the sticky, spent cock as it dripped a gossamer thread of sticky seed. Finally sated, Oliver rolled back to his side and sighed contentedly.

"612 Wharf Avenue" Oliver mumbled to himself as he followed the maps on his phone. "Its not so far from the clinic" he thought, as he remembered yesterdays checkup with Doug. After several sessions Oliver now looked forward to being used by Doug. The man had made him do things, and feel things, he had never in his wildest dreams imagined. With careful planning doug had spent days doping the boy up, and training him to serve. Taking a mans cock was almost part of his day now as he looked forward to the powerful narcotics and undeniable pleasure of dougs deep strokes. For the first time in a while, Olivers own cock twitched at the thought of another powerful orgasm at the older mans experienced hands. "Brickyard parlour" he read the neon sign in front of the dimly lit shop. it didnt sound as clinical as dougs own practice, but if Doug said this was the last step in his treatment then so be it. Stepping in the door he was greeted by Dougs warm smile. "Ollie! im so glad youre on time. come along now we dont want to keep our specialist waiting" he picked up a black medical bag and marched ollie through a corridor to a dimly lit back room. In the center was a sling suspended from the ceiling with a tray adjacent containing needles and several exotic tools he had never seen. "Oliver i presume?" the tall man smiled as he looked up from a magazine. "Im Joseph, one of dougs specialists." Josephs mohawk shimmered a brilliant red, and with tattoos extending the length of his body Oliver began to wonder what Joseph did at all. "now Dougs told me all about your treatment and I'll be finishing up today. hopefully we'll just be in...and out." he grinned, looking at the boys slender body. "why dont you get out of those clothes and hop up here" Joseph patted the leather sheet suspended in the room as Oliver looked at doug. "Its a simple procedure Ollie dont worry" Doug smiled assuredly at the boy. Obediently Oliver stripped his shirt off, then his pants and underwear, and awkwardly crawled into the sling. "here we go, scoot back now" Joseph instructed as Ollie felt his legs being strapped to the chains at the end of the contraption. Doug opened his bag and produced Olivers new favourite past time, a long needle full of fun. "a little more medicine this time sweetie, just relax and let it make you feel good" Joseph gripped the boys arm in his strong hand as Ollie eagerly made the fist doug taught him to make. Watching the plume of blood dance in the barrel of the syringe, Oliver stared at Dougs steady hand as he pumped the drugs into the boys slender arm. "off we go baby" Joseph released his powerful grip and the young boy gasped and groaned, coughing and squirming against the restraints. "he really does have a pretty pussy" Joseph remarked, casually sliding his fingertips along Olivers hole. "He sure does, and hes been such a good boy about it. isnt that right ollie? you like your nice pink pretty pussy dont you" Oliver mumbled and nodded with a grin as Joseph slipped a nasal cannula over the boys head. "We dont want you getting too excited now ollie, Joseph has to concentrate for this part" doug rubbed the boys chest as the tall punk adjusted the flow of nitrous oxide to the boy. Oliver let out a sigh and a giggle as Doug teased his tits. "that a boy ollie just relax. Why dont you suck a little?" Oliver turned his head to face Dougs now throbbing erection. the meat just looked so irresistably delicious, so perfect, with a clear pearl of sticky sweet precum forming at the tip. Oliver had to have it, as he hungrily fed the thick tool into his mouth. Joseph carefully lined the first needle up with Olivers hard pink nipple and pierced it effortlessly in a single stroke, eliciting nothing more than a loud groan from the boy as he hungrily slurped away. "youre doing so good ollie just a few more" Joseph thread the boys nippled with a small ring and moved to his other puffy pink nub. "mmmmfffghh" ollie gurgled as the pin drove into his sensitive tit. as Doug gently pushed more of his cock into the boys throat. "relax ollie, let the nice man finish his work. Its rude to complain" Dougs balls tightened as he invaded the teens throat. Oliver felt embarassed as he felt his throat stretch around Dougs warm tool. He didnt want to be anymore trouble, after all Doug said this was the last part. "big deep breaths ollie youre doing great" Joseph took the boys limp cock into his hand and inspected the little pink head. "that should do nicely" he remarked, as he quickly skewered the boys cockhead with a fresh needle Oliver jerked violently, his throat spasming around Dougs leaking cock. "Oh ollie thats so good sweetie." Doug groaned as he felt his cum rocket out of his balls and down the boys throat. "drink the nice warm milk ollie, its good for you" doug held the struggling boy down as he began to gulp his seed. "there we go baby" Doug pulled his glistening tool from the teens panting mouth as he looked down at his body. "owww" he remarked, looking at his freshly pierced nipplies, his gaze turned to his swollen prick. Embedded in the head was a shiny gold ring. "Do you like it ollie?" doug stroked the boys hair as doug gently lifted his sensitive member. "it has a nice shiny diamond in it too ollie, isnt it pretty?" The intoxicated boy just nodded. Doug marvelled at the sight of the boys new jewelery. "Just one more thing ollie and we'll be all finished up" Joseph smiled to the boy and pulled him down until his pale little cheeks barely dipped over the edge of the sling. "now be nice and still ollie" Joseph chided as he raised the tattoo gun to the boys tight ass and began stenciling a tiny biohazard tattoo. "What is that?" oliver asked curiously. "Joseph is just making sure people who see your pussy know its the best sweetie. You cant take any chances if you want the bigggest and best cocks to fuck you. This just makes sure they know Ollies little pussy is going to be warm and sweet." Oliver just sighed and slumped back into the sling. The low hum of the tattoo gun seemed distant in his ears as he thought about dougs words. Doug was so kind to make sure people didnt mistake his boypussy for just any old hole. It really was going to be a perfect pussy "there we go Ollie all done." Joseph bandaged the boys fresh ink. "looks inviting doesnt it?" doug remarked to the pig as he gazed at the boys pink hole. "he looks perfect doug just like all the rest. I'd love to get my cock up inside him." Doug slipped Josephs prick from his jeans and worked it in his palm. "why wait? hes right there Joe." Joseph groaned as doug rubbed his leaking tool at the warm lips of Olivers cunt. "i cant, he cant get hard for at least 3 days Doug." "open wide ollie, the nice mans going to fuck your pussy now" doug stuffed his fingers into the boys mouth, wetting them copiously as he returned to massage the boys drool into his own puffy pussy. "dont worry joe, hes not getting hard this month. now fuck that pretty little pussy." Joseph eased forward and pushed his pierced head into the boy as he groaned. "thats right, dont fight that pretty little cunt, give it a nice long fuck" Doug pointed his camera as it recorded the boys thirsty ass receiving another thick poz dong. ollie grunted and moaned as Joseph dragged the boy along the length of his meat, and true to his word, Ollies little cock didnt so much as stiffen. "oh god mister youre going to make me cum" Oliver panted. "i should probably quit now, thats bound to be a little painf-" Doug pushed the piggy punk back into the boy. "ssshhh, its not polite to stop when youre so close. besides it wouldnt matter, Ollies pussy can easily make him cum even if you dont move a muscle." The boy groaned as his eyes shot open and as he grit his teeth, the thick stream of pink cream flowed from his newly pierced cockhead. The agony, extacy, and drugs all combined to keep ollie cumming for far longer than he had ever thought possibe. "fuck me its like hes milking me! oh christ im cumming" Joseph grunted into the boy. "there ya go breed him deep. Ollie loves having nice big loads in his butt dont you ollie?" "cum in me" Oliver grunted commandingly as the salty seed tortured his cock, his ass milking away. "there, wasnt that nice joe? Say, why stop there, how about we just relax those muscles and have a nice big piss inside" Joseph hadnt intended on fucking anything today, but now that Doug was here, he found it practically irresistable as the older man gently rubbed his guts. "nnngh" Ollie groaned as the fit pig released a stream of hot yellow piss into his ass.

"oh my god" ollie whispered as Dougs cock seated itself in the boy with a loud slurp. "hear that ollie? Thats your little pussy talking," Ollie paid attention as the cum sloshed in his guts. Dougs cock stirred the creamy mixture about, pushing it deeper into the boy with each wet thrust. "boys with cum filled pussies sound so beautiful ollie. its like a symphony inside your llittle pink hole, and the big thick cock inside is the conductor." dougs balls slapped against the boys ass with increasing force. olivers jaw went slack as he panted with each powerful thrust. he had never heard the exotic gurgling from his hole before and was mesmerized at the thought that dougs cock was so powerful it could make his body sing this forbidden little song anytime he wanted. Doug looked down at the boys tight little nuts and gently traced a finger around the glans of his limp cock. "you can cum if you need to ollie, its okay, big cocks are really very good at making a pussy cum." doug instructed. "im s-sorry. i need to though i really need to cum" ollie pleaded. doug chuckled as he lifted his sticky finger from the boys organ. "I know ollie, those vitamins just make your pussy so sensitive its hard to hold back. Just remember its rude to touch this when you have a big cock inside" doug traced the head of the boys leaking dick. "focus on your pussy ollie. just relax and let it do all the work" doug coaxed as he slowed his strokes. Oliver felt it increasingly difficult to hold on to the sensations as dougs pace relented. why wouldnt he fuck him hard? "I cant..." Oliver grunted through his teeth in frustration. "yes you can baby, just relax." doug worked the teens swollen tits gently in his fingertips. "oh my god yes, nnnnghhhhhh" ollie was relieved as Doug put him right bcak on track to cum. he grunted gently as he remembered Dougs instruction. concentrating on his pussy he began to feel dougs tool in perfect clarity. the flared head as it parted his puffy pink hole, the ridge as it tantalized his insides. for a moment Oliver thought he could even feel the veins in the mans big cock as they slithered along inside him. ollies breathing became shallow, punctuated only by his own desperate moans. "thats it ollie, sing me a pretty little song. youre doing so good." Oliver looked down at the cock as it slowly pistoned inside him, dougs fingertips massaging in equal time as his bowels churned with the noisy cream inside him. it was all he needed as he looked down to see his little cock drool a thick stream of cum. "there we go ollie see? pretty soon youll be able to cum on a cock no matter what. The raw sensation and the hormones coursing through his body were simply too much to overcome as a tear ran down his cheek. "its okay ollie im right here inside you. Here, why dont you drink a little cream while I finish up inside" Doug scooped the boys estrogen laced semen into his palm and raised it to Olivers lips. "sip the cream for me baby" he smiled as Oliver opened his mouth to eat his cum from the mans big hand. Doug returned to slam fucking the boy and as quickly as the emotional outburst began, it was replaced by Olivers hungry eyed grunting, flexing his hips and meeting dougs thrusts. Oliver watched the mans expressions, he had gotten proficient at determining when Doug was close to shooting in him. he wanted to announce to the world that he made this mans huge cock cum in him, took his seed and made it his own. "cum in me" he hised over and over again, drawing Doug to a growling orgasm as he loaded the boys battered cunt once more. "tomorrow is a big day ollie, we're going to need to see a specialist for this part but i promise its the last step. tomorrow youll have a beautiful boy pussy you can show the whole world." doug eased the boys head into his lap and he began sucking. "lick all that cream off ollie, its all yours sweetie." Ollie felt proud that Doug let him have so much cum. he must have been right all along. Everyone here was so helpful and friendly to him he almost felt ashamed at how he protested Dougs care. The doctor knew exactly what he needed, a boypussy. Doug tucked his magnificent cock back into his pants and helped ollie get dressed, sliding the teens skinny jeans up over his leaking ass and buttoning them against his cumsoaked abs. As the boy tugged his shirt over his jizz soaked chest and headed to the door he unexpectedly hugged the older man. "thank you" he bashfully remarked as he looked into Dougs eyes. "youre so welcome baby" Doug smiled as he ran his cum soaked hand through the boys hair and sent him on his way.

I hadn't been to the sauna for some weeks, though I'd heard there was a twink working there who was a real cum dump. I'd have to go soon and try his dirty arse. One evening on my way back from work, I decided to cut across the park as it was a pleasant evening though dusk was falling. There were a few people around, one of whom was a short, tubby lad of 18 or 19 who was strolling by himself. In the centre of the park was a shelter with an old bench. It often had homeless guys hanging around and I guessed they maybe slept there at night. I normally avoided it so as not to be hassled. In the distance, I saw the lad taking the path in front of the shelter and sure enough about 5 or 6 rough-looking guys emerged in the gloom and surrounded him. I heard them ask for money and then they started hitting on him, asking if he wanted to spend some time with them and offering him some booze. I shook my head at his naivity and walked on. It was nearly dark when I reached the far gate, but something made me pause. I retraced my steps, with a growing sense of excitement as I didn't encounter the tubby twink and realised he must be still at the shelter. I moved quietly on the path until I could make out the old wooden building. There was no one in sight. I was about to leave when I heard someone laugh followed by a low moan and a gasp which reeked of sex and made my hair stand on end. Slowly, I moved around behind the shelter making sure to stay hidden in the bushes. At the back of the old building was an old mattress and empty bottles strewn around and the group of homeless guys standing and watching something. I moved to get a better view and saw the lad naked and face down on the filthy mattress being fucked by an old guy as the others watched. He had pushed his stained trousers down and his fat, pale, hairy backside was wobbling and clenching as he rode the chubby twink who was groaning and gasping as they copulated. The others were standing watching, passing a bottle around and some had their cocks out and were wanking as they watched. "C'mon! Hurry up!" One of them said in a throaty voice. "I needs some of that arse!" The others laughed and watched as the man steadily worked himself to a climax, giving a satisfied grunt and his buttocks clenched as he spurted. He levered himself off and sat nearby, trousers down, cock glistening with cum. The lad just lay there breathing hard. "Who's next?" Said a voice. A bald, lean old man with sores round his lips untied the string at his waist and let his trousers fall. His cock sprang up against his bulbous belly and he knelt and stretched out on the pale body. There was a moments fumbling, then the lad gasped as the old cock slid up him and the man began to fuck him. I was hard in my pants, and took out my cock and began to wank as I watched the lad being gang fucked, one after the other until they had all cum in him. Then they ignored him, passing round the bottle as he got unsteadily to his feet. "Here," one of them said, offering him a filthy rag which he used to wipe the mess between his buttocks. Another one grinned, revealing blackened teeth. "Off you go, Timmy. It must be past your tea-time!" Then the lad dressed, walked off into the gloom and I shuddered as I came, spurting wetly onto the grass at my feet...