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The morning sun was just beginning to cast long shadows across the quiet suburban street as Ethan, nineteen and still clinging to the soft edges of boyhood, finished his paper route. He was a picture of youthful innocence—wide blue eyes, a smattering of freckles across his nose, and a lanky frame that suggested he hadn't quite grown into his own hands and feet. His last stop was always the old Miller place at the end of the cul-de-sac, a dark, imposing Victorian that seemed to absorb the light around it. The customer, Mr. Miller, was different from the others. He was a man in his late forties with a magnetic, almost predatory charm. He always answered the door in a silk robe, his eyes lingering on Ethan a little too long. Today was no exception. "Running a bit late today, Ethan," Mr. Miller said, his voice a low, smooth rumble. "Come in for a moment. I have your payment, and I brewed some fresh coffee. You look like you could use a break." Ethan hesitated, his innate shyness warring with his ingrained politeness. "Oh, I shouldn't, sir. I have to get home." "Nonsense," Mr. Miller insisted, stepping aside and gesturing with a fluid motion of his hand. "It'll only take a minute." The house was cool and dim, smelling of old books, expensive cologne, and something else... something sterile and medicinal. Ethan followed him into the kitchen, where a steaming mug of black coffee sat on the counter. "Drink up," Mr. Miller said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. Ethan took a hesitant sip. It was bitter, stronger than he liked, but he didn't want to be rude. He forced a few more swallows, the liquid burning a trail down to his stomach. A strange warmth began to spread through his limbs, a pleasant fuzziness that softened the sharp edges of his anxiety. "You know, Ethan," Mr. Miller began, leaning against the counter opposite him, "I've been watching you. You're a hard-working young man. Responsible." He circled slowly around Ethan, his presence overwhelming. "But you're also... untested. Untouched." Ethan's head was swimming. The room felt like it was tilting slightly. "I... I don't know what you mean." "I think you do," Mr. Miller whispered, his breath hot against Ethan's ear. He placed a hand on the small of Ethan's back, a firm, possessive touch that made the boy flinch. "All that innocence... it's a waste. It's begging to be broken." The drug was taking full effect now, a potent cocktail that dulled Ethan's will and amplified his senses. He felt a confusing mix of terror and a strange, illicit thrill. Mr. Miller's hands were on his hips, guiding him, leading him out of the kitchen and down a flight of wooden stairs into the basement. The basement was not what Ethan expected. It was finished, but starkly. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating a mattress on the floor and, in the corner, a tripod with a small, unblinking red light. "Don't be shy, boy," Mr. Miller murmured, his voice thick with desire. He began to unbutton Ethan's shirt, his fingers surprisingly gentle. "We're just going to... broaden your horizons." Ethan's mind was a fog, but he knew this was wrong. He tried to protest, to push the man's hands away, but his arms felt like lead. His words came out as a slurred mumble. Mr. Miller chuckled, a low, dark sound. "The camera loves a struggler, but it loves consent even more." He positioned Ethan in front of the lens. "Look into the camera, Ethan. Tell them what you want." Through the haze, Ethan felt a profound, humiliating sense of surrender. The words that came out of his mouth weren't his own, but they felt true in that drugged, manipulated moment. "Please," he heard himself beg, his voice cracking. "Please... fuck me. I want it." Mr. Miller smiled in triumph. He stripped Ethan efficiently, exposing his pale, untouched body to the camera's gaze. He positioned the trembling boy on his hands and knees on the mattress. The first touch of the man's fingers, slick with cold lube, made Ethan cry out—a sound of pain and a strange, unwelcome spark of pleasure. The cherry busting was brutal. Mr. Miller showed no mercy, his grip tight on Ethan's hips as he forced his way inside. Ethan screamed, a raw, ragged sound that was swallowed by the basement's oppressive silence. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the sweat on his brow. Through it all, the camera recorded everything—the initial shock of pain, the humiliated grimaces, the broken sobs, and, to Ethan's eternal shame, the moments his drugged body betrayed him, arching back to meet the thrusts. He begged for more, just as he'd been told to do, his voice a pathetic, pleading whine that echoed his complete and total defilement. Weeks later, the memory was a nightmare he tried to bury. He'd quit his paper route, avoided the street, and tried to pretend it never happened. But the internet is a permanent archive. One night, on a whim, he typed his own name into a search engine. Buried in the results was a link to a video on a seedy amateur site. His heart hammered against his ribs as he clicked it. There he was. Larger than life, on the screen. The video quality was shockingly clear. He watched himself, looking young and terrified, beg to be fucked. He watched his own face contort in pain and humiliation as Mr. Miller took him. The audio was pristine—every whimper, every sob, every degrading plea he'd been forced to utter was captured for the world to hear. The title of the video was "Innocent Paperboy Begs for His First Load and HIV+ Breeding." A cold dread washed over him. HIV+. The word slammed into him with the force of a physical blow. He remembered the man's guttural whisper as he'd finished deep inside him: "Take my gift, boy. Take it all." The comments below the video were a cesspool of depraved praise. Users praised his "enthusiasm," his "natural submissiveness." They called him a "faggot cumdump" and a "cherry-popping slut." They marveled at how he "begged for the poz load." Ethan slammed his laptop shut, but the images were seared into his mind. He ran to the bathroom and threw up until his stomach was empty, his body wracked with violent, shuddering sobs. His innocence wasn't just gone; it had been packaged, sold, and used as a spectacle for the world's most depraved. He had been drugged, raped, and infected, and his own violated voice had been used to convict him in the court of public opinion. The boy who had delivered papers was gone, replaced by a ghost in a basement video, forever begging for a poison he never knew he was receiving. 1%

I got home. I went into my room and changed into shorts and tshirt. I went into the kitchen to get some water and Rick came out of his bedroom. He was in his thin white shorts and tank top. "Good evening boy. You have a fun night?" he said "Hi Daddy. Yes it was a fine." I said "Why so gloomy?" he asked "I just miss you and can't wait for tomorrow and..." I said "....you fuck that kid?" I continued He laughed, "No boy. He was a no show." he said I smiled" Good. I want those balls full of your seed Daddy so you can knock me up tomorrow" I said nuzzling up to him and grabbing his semihard cock thru his thin shorts. He leaned down and kissed me. "I could take you right now" he said "Please I want that so bad Daddy" I replied He grabbed my ass as he kissed my and stuck one of his fingers up my hole. My ass squeezed it. He pulled out his finger and tasted it. "Fuck boy you are wet down there and I can smell your taint. Your horny aren't you." he said his hands all over my ass "yes Daddy I am so horny right now. I want you to fuck me so much my ass is wet" I said "Your what" he said "My pussy is wet for your cock" I said "That's right you have a pussy now boy. A cunt for breeding. I am going to breed you tomorrow night. Remember what I said. We want to make sure I am the one to knock you up right." he said "Yes Daddy. I want you to be the father of my baby" I said looking into his eyes and he leaned down and kissed me so tenderly. He made me feel so good. So secure, beautiful, sexy, wanted. No judgement. And he helped me explore my sexuality and my body and it's needs and desires. "I plan to. Now tell me about your day" he said I told him about going to the bathroom and the gloryholes there. Then how I got felt up and sucked more cock at the bar. I told the how some of the men could smell my cunt and I was "ovulating" and horny. I told him that was weird cause I am not a woman and how could they smell my ass. I corrected myself and said pussy. "Cause they can. Our bodies emit certain smells and pheromones especially when we are horny both men and women. You can have a certain smell some men especially tops who fuck a lot of guys. We can smell when a bottom is horny. " he said He went on to explain how he can tell when he is with another man. "I guess so. I am so horny. When the guys fingered my my pussy just started to throb and grab their finger. They told me that I was sucking it in. Then they smelled their finger." I said. My cock was rock hard and leaking with all this talk. Rick then took me to the couch bent me over and took off my shorts. He then leaned and inhaled my ass. "Fuck boy your scent is strong"he said He played with my hole just inside my opening. "Fuck boy you are wet." he said Then he dived in and started to eat me out. I moaned loudly and pushed back on his mouth. He ate me and fingered my for only a minute but I almost came. He pulled off my ass. "That's enough boy. I might jump on you and fuck you right now but we need to make sure you are not already pregnant." he said and slapped my ass and stood up. My cock leaked precum all over the couch and I licked it up. He kissed me and said to go to bed and wished me pleasant dreams. How could I sleep now?

Well, here is Chapter Three. Enjoy! Adam yelped as Jack slid inside the cute neg twink. Jack knew his nine-inch cock would cause some damage inside the just devirgined teen. So, he started off long-dicking Adam as if he were the last piece of ass he would get. “OH FUCK! OH FUCK! SO GOOD! FUCK ME HARDER “He just turned eighteen, so make sure you give him a big, nice gift,” chuckled Dean, as he watched his friend Jack, who had full-blown Aids, continue long-dicking Adam, now pulling completely out before slamming back inside the unknown teen he was going to infect with HIV+. All twinks deserved this to happen to them, Jack thought as he remembered his barely legal twink former lover, who had cheated on him and given him the disease ten years before. "Oh, he’s going to get a nice big birthday gift from me,” laughed Jack. He loved how tight the lil slut still was after taking His friend Dean’s thick eight-inch cock. Well, come morning, his tight boy's cunt wouldn’t be so tight and virginal. Jack was looking forward to later seeing the slut in action in the sling room. Dean was pleased with how far he had gotten with Adam in such a short time. After this group finished with his latest piece of boy pussy, it would be time for the sling room and another slam. The small teen was going to get his limits expanded in ways he never thought about before. Adam had been an innocent vanilla gay boy when he entered. In the morning, he’d leave a full-blown sub bareback slut with some new fetishes. Adam couldn’t believe how good it felt to be fucked, he wished he had started earlier. The thin man fucking him had such a nice, long cock, which reached a place Dean’s wonderful, thick cock hadn’t. He hoped he’d get fucked by someone as long as this man and as thick as Dean’s cock. Yet, no matter what, Adam wanted as much cock as he could get. It was as if his hole was hungry cock, for more than the three other guys in the room watching him getting fucked. He wanted as much as he could get tonight, after all, his parents thought he was sleeping over at a friend’s and would be gone all the next day. So, he was golden to stay longer than he originally planned. “FUCK!” Jack growled as his climax began to rise from his balls. The slut was going to get a three-day toxic load. “SHIT SLUT! TAKE MY DEATH SEED!” Jack howled as he began pumping his dirty load deep inside the barely eighteen-year-old twink who they were turning into a cumslut for poz jizz. “FUCK! YES! GIVE ME YOUR LOAD!” Adam begged the gaunt man currently fucking him. Ever since Dean had bred him, he was now hooked on jizz filling him up. It made cocks slide more easily and felt amazing. Adam wanted more cum, he hoped everyone fucked him raw and gave him their loads. “Batter up,” laughed Jack as he pulled out of the now gaping hole. Jizz leaked out from the two large loads of poz cum recently deposited. It had a slight pinkish tint, which meant the virus was now seeping into the no-longer-innocent teen. “You want to go first, Jerry?” The breaded silver-haired bear of a man, Ben asked his partner. “Naw, you can stretch the lil' slut out,” chuckled the silver-haired Jerry, as he presented his almost Monster-can thick seven-inch cock to Adam to be worshiped by his mouth. “Want to see if he can handle a man’s cock,” the bearded bear replied with a smirk. “I’ll open him up for you then,” laughed the bearded bear, as he coated his cock with the leaking pinkish jizz. He was not long at six-and-a-half, but his thickness challenged most bottoms they shared. He couldn’t believe he was getting to fuck such a beautiful, barely eighteen-year-old. This was going to be a fuck to remember. “Here,” said Dean as he handed Ben a nice-sized shard. “Keep him powered up until we slam him in the sling room.” “You're going to put him in the sling room?” The twenty-two-year-old rugby player asked as he stroked his thick seven-inch cock. “You might want to hit him with some more impact,” it’s gonna hurt at first til Tina hits him,” laughed Ben. He continued after pushing the shard in deep. “Yeah, I plan to after you finish with him,” Dean replied with a smirk. “Can’t hog him all night, it’s only fair to share him and give him what he didn’t realize he wanted,” chuckled Dean, as he stroked his thick eight inches. “He wanted fucked, so going to help him get all the dick he wanted, after all, what twink isn’t a cumslut at heart. “FUCK!” howled Adam and Ben, each for their own reason. Adam for being painfully stretched open, while Ben for the tightness of Adam’s tight boy cunt. “I’d like to fuck him in there if you don’t mind,” smirked the twenty-two-year-old, as he watched the sixty-five sink his thick cock deep inside the eighteen-year-old. “OH, GOD!” Adam moaned as his eyes rolled back, as he was stretched wider than he thought possible. Before he had completely adjusted, the older bear began withdrawing, then suddenly slammed back inside. The cock fucking him wasn’t as large as the first two men's, but it slowly began to feel better and better. His ass began to hunger for the thick cock to use his hole. “That’s right slut, I’m your new god,” chuckled Ben. Jerry began forcing his cock in Adam’s mouth, enjoying how the teen’s moans felt against his thick seven inches. While the boy could only get a small part of his Monster-can thick dick in his mouth, the eighteen-year-old knew how to use his tongue. He was slurping down the flowing precum from Jerry’s cock as though he couldn’t get enough. “Yeah, you can fuck the cumslut in the sling room. You want me to slam him there or before?” Dean asked the handsome rugby player. “You can do it here. I’ll carry him over and put him in the sling, and slam right in him,” chuckled the twenty-two-year-old. “God…damn… this…is…good…pussy,” panted Ben as he pounded Adam like a human Fleshlight. Dean grinned as he watched these poz men fucked the innocent neg eighteen-year-old. He wondered when they would start telling him they were pozzing him. Dean was looking forward to seeing Adam’s reaction. “SHIT,,,LET…ME…BREED…THE…SLUT!” Jerry panted, pulling out of Adam’s mouth. Ben quickly pulled out of Adam’s hole, making room for his long-time partner. “FUCK!” Jerry howled as he slammed inside the cumslut and began unloading his poz load the neg bitch beneath him. “SHIT! …SO GOOD!” Jerry pants as he works his load into a pink forth, before pulling out. “Thanks…Hon,” grinned the sixty-year-old silver-haired bear at his lover. “No prob, lover,” said Ben as he slid back inside Adam. “This is such a good pussy.” “OH…FUCK…ME!” Adam begged Ben. “Give me your load!” He needed more jizz in his ass. It made fucking so much better. Ben grinned evilly as he pumped in and out harder and faster, nearing his own climax. “Beg for my charged load slut!” Ben commanded Adam. He needed the eighteen-year-old to beg for his poz load. “Beg!” “Breed me!” Adam begged the bear fucking him so good. “Breed my pussy! He continued wanting the man’s load. “Beg for my charged load,” Ben commanded. “GIVE…ME…YOUR…CHARGED…LOAD!” Adam howled as his own climax hit hard. “BREED…ME!” His load plastered his 5’6”, 120 lbs. from his chest into his hair with his face looking like a glazed donut. The men in the room grinned at one another as Adam begged for a poz load. Before long, they’ll have the eighteen-year-old twink actually begging to be poz, they thought. Dean was pleased with how everything was going this night. Once the bear bred the cumslut he’d slam the twink again. He suspected the rugby player was going to really get off fucking the small teen in public. “TAKE…IT…SLUT!” Ben roared as he fired his toxic load deep inside the small teen pinned beneath him. “FUCKIN…SO…GOOD!” “Having fun?” Dean asked the cum-covered teen. Adam grinned up at Dean, “Yeah, I’m having a ball.” “Well, let’s get you spun nicely, and you can take some more charged loads,” Dean said as he took a syringe. “Hold still, or it’s gonna hurt,” he said as the rugby player tied an elastic band around Adam’s arm. Before he could say anything, Dean had darted him and pulled off the elastic band. Adam coughed hard before he was suddenly hit by a huge wave of pleasure which centered around his ass. He needed more cock, and he needed it now, “Fuck me! Someone fuck me!” he begged. “I think he’s ready for his introduction to the sling room,” grinned Dean as the rugby player picked Adam up in his arms. “Oh, you’re going to get more cock cumslut,” chuckled the twenty-two as he carried Adam out of Dean’s room. “I think you’re going to enjoy a nice audience, though, for them. I know I will.”

It is. But I would advise you.....if you want to do it: TAKE. IT. SLOW. Play with an experienced partner (www.asspig.com is a good site for fisters) who knows what they're doing. Be upfront that you're a novice fisting bottom. If someone doesn't want to play with you because you're a novice, find someone else. Lots of guys love breaking in a new hole. And if you use chemicals, do it the first time sober. You want to understand exactly what your hole is doing, and you cloud your judgement if you are high or drunk. Later when you have more experience you can do it high if you want.

I decided I had enough and washed up in the bathroom and left. As I walked up the stairs and got to the main mall level another guy, late 50's bear walked buy and winked at me. He turned and looked me up and down as I passed. I was tempted to go back to the bathroom but decided to walk to my car and leave. My friends texted my when I got to my car and so I met them at a bar across town. I got there. It was a bit run down bar in the sketch part of town. I went inside and it was a mixed crowd. It was a bit older with many of the patrons over the age of 30 and quite a few over 40 and 50 years old. There were some college kid groups like ours but also one or two couples and several gay male couples and also what looked like gay older guys hanging out at the bar. I asked my friends why did we come here and they said they had cheap drinks. Beers were $3 and shots $4 vs the college area bars were $5-6 for beers and $6-9 for shots. They also had a cocktail special going for $6 which was super cheap. They also had cheap bar good. We hung out, drank, ate, played darts. It was a cool vibe. Once in a while I could feel the stare of some of the older guys hanging at the bar and the table near us. The waiter also was gay with his pride earrings. He was handsome older guy white buzz but hair late 50's. He was wearing a tight tank top and cut jean shorts. He smiled each time when I gave my drink order. He also kept staring at me and checking out my shorts which were my usual running shorts. Today they were light grey and on the shorter side but not booty shorts. 3-4" inseam which a small slit on the side. We kept drinking, eating cheap pizza and taking shots. The rest of my friends went to go play pool upstairs so I just hung at our table eating as I got there late. I started to feel the buzz of the shots. As I ate the waiter brought over a shot to me. "Here you go this is on me" he said "Thank you" I said "Cheers" he said taking a shot for himself too. I took the shot. It was really strong. "What was that" I asked "151 and whiskey" he said smiling I started to feel the buzz get stronger. He put his hand on my back trying to steading me. "You ok" he said "Yeah i'm fine" I said He just hand his hand on my back and now on my lower back rubbing it. "Just take it easy. I will take care of you baby" he said smiling "Thank you I" said. Those words made me melt and I was still horny from the bathroom. His other hand now was on my thigh caressing it. Then sliding to my inner thigh in that sensitive area. A light moan escaped my lips and my legs automatically opened. We were towards the back of the bar so no one could see what he was doing. "Oh baby someone is ready aren't they. I saw you been looking at my ass and chest. Even peeked at my cock huh" he said I softly nodded. His hand was now between my legs and his finger in my ass. "Ohh shit your wet. Your pussy is dripping" he said in my ear. He pushed in deeper rubbing my prostate and I let out another moan and started to breath harder. The he pulled his finger out and stood back. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. "Ok let me know if you need anything else" he said smiling and then walked away My cock was rock hard and leaking right now. I needed to use the bathroom so went to the men's room. I was three urinals and two stalls. The stalls were full so I went to the stall. As I started to close it a guy pushed the door in. He was at the bar and one of the guys checking me out. He pulled down his zipper and pulled out a nice 7" cock. "Get down boy. I know you want it." he said I got down on my knees and started to suck him. Thoughts of one of my friends walking in and seeing me thru the gap in the partition scared me but I wanted his cock. "Yeah your good cocksucker. I saw you looking at me. You saw me looking at your skanky ass didn't you" he said I nodded and sucked him. Working his cock with my mouth, tongue and throat and hands he finally let loose a huge cum in my mouth about 6 spurts or warm cream. I lathered it in my mouth around his cock and swallowed. "Fuck I have never cum so quick with a bj. I want your pussy now boy" he said "No sorry just bj." I replied He grabbed my ass and with his other pushed finger in me. My ass squeezed. "Oh fuck this is a tight wet cunt you got there. It wants my cock, I can feel it" he said pushing his finger deeper in me. I moaned. "Your a fucking bitch in heat. Your cunt is ovulating" he said I could see his lust in his eyes. I thought I better leave before I go too far. I stepped away and pulled his hand away from my ass. "Lick it bitch" he said I licked his fingers. "Fucking slut you are. Your cunt is ripe. You sure you don't want this. He was stroking his hard cock. I did want it but I wanted Rick and his seed and to get pregnant. "Sorry I need to leave" I said I opened the door and as I was walking out of the stall the waiter walked in. He could see me leaving with a man still in there. He smiled and said" Want more" he said. "Maybe next time, thank you. I have to leave now" I said I went upstairs told my friends I had to go and gave them money for the tab. I got home around 10pm.

So the be tldr is that I fucked my dentist yesterday. My bf and I go in together to get our teeth cleaned. He does his checkup on me, pokes around and leaves. He shows up that night and said he knew I sucked a lot of cock. Apparently, giving head leaves little red sores in the back of your mouth or something. This old bastard first wanted "to see what the fuss was about" and I blew him. He stuck around and fucked me after a break. I don't know how I feel about knowing that the hygienist and dentist knows exactly what I'm up to. Haha

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

Glad and happy, because I swapped bugs with another toxic pig this weekend... 😈

long ago I bottomed for a nasty "mean top" who was trying to introduce me to toys and fisting and he ripped my hole till it was bloody and i fucking enjoyed it. I'd love to get super high and fuck a hot guy dry until both his hole and my dick are bleeding.

Well guys after some searching i have a Throat Goat Date tomorrow at 2pm UK time this guy trained a few lads to stop gagging so wish me luck i'll try and get a few clips in

I turned 18 a few weeks ago. Graduated high school and now I was trying to occupy my summer with what to do until college started in the spring. My dad figured I needed community service work to help my résumé. So he suggested that I give some assistance to Mr. Wilson, the man who lives on our block. Apparently he was living with late stage AIDS and was having a hard time taking care of things around the house. I was planning on studying to become a nurse so it sounded like good practice. Mr. Wilson didn’t require anything too crazy. Just some general clean up around the house. When I arrived he greeted me at the door “Welcome Nick. Thanks for coming by. Come in.” He was in his late 60s early 70s. Pale, bald, thin and gaunt in the face, thin arms and legs, with a potbelly. He guided me in to his living room. His house was a bit of a mess. A lot of laundry magazines and dishes everywhere. It looked like it would take a little bit more effort to clean up than I thought. But it didn’t seem very bad. “So what would you like me to start with first Mr. Wilson?“ “Oh just anywhere you like. I’ve let the place go quite a bit. I haven’t had much energy these days understandably.“ I understood. I figured he was having a hard time what was his condition. So I started picking up dishes left about. And washed them. I cleaned up the kitchen and went to pick up the clothes laying about. Some of his underwear and socks had a distinctive smell coming from them like a mix of body odor and something slightly fishy? I was in the laundry room sorting his clothes. Separating the colors and the whites. When I held his underwear in my hand I felt around the crotch area and it felt strangely hard. I reached on the inside of them and felt something dry on the inside of the crotch area. It took me a second but then I realized what it was and quickly put them in the washer. “So what do you plan on doing after the summer?“ Mr. Wilson was watching me sort the clothes. “Oh I plan on going to school and studying to be a nurse.“ “Fantastic, I could possibly hire you to take care of me full-time. That is if I last that long.“ “You seem healthy enough sir I’m sure you’ll be fine.“ “Oh that’s kind of you to say. But the disease has took its toll on me quite a bit. It’s running rampant in me, more so than it seems on the surface.“ “Well I would be happy to help you with whatever you need. It would be good training for me.“ Mr. Wilson smiled. “Becoming the nurse is serious stuff. You have to do all sorts of things. Manage medication‘s, IVs, sponge baths for those who can’t manage.” “Oh it will be no trouble for me at all sir. I like to help people, and taking care of the sick and elderly seems like a good calling.“ “Yes it is very noble. i’m glad I can give you experience. Say young lad, since you’ll need the training anyway, would you mind helping me with a sponge bath? It gets difficult for me moving around.“ I was taken aback by that request a little bit. It’s not what I was expected to do to help him with. But he was right, I will need to do these sorts of things if I am going to become a nurse. “Oh um sure. I’ll just finish up with the clothes and I’ll see you, where?” “In my bedroom. It’ll be easier if I am laying down in bed.“ Yeah I guess that made sense. Where else would you do it? I finished with the laundry and gathered what I needed for cleaning up Mr. Wilson. Bucket of hot soapy water, a couple of rags. I met him in his room, and he was naked on the bed. I had to admit it was a little shocking being alone in a room with a naked man. As I got to work on Mr. Wilson. I was running the rag up and down his legs trying to be a diligent caregiver. I ran my rag up his thigh and got close to his crotch area. I wasn’t sure what to do once I got there. “You should clean that area as well Nick. It’s all part of normal nurse work.“ I put the rag on his penis and started wiping it clean. Going around his balls and underneath his shaft. As I was cleaning him he was getting an erection. It was large, very large “Oh it looks like you’ve awoken some thing. Never mind that. It happens when it receives any stimulation. I am human after all. So I do have urges.“ “Right. I understand.” I wiped his erect penis up-and-down a couple of times. Mr. Wilson was looking at me. “I’ve never seen one that big before.” “11.5 inches my boy. Trust me I have satisfied many men in my days, and unfortunately perforated a few.“ That made me blush. That type of talk seemed a little bit too lewd for this situation. “You should clean underneath the foreskin as well.“ “How do I do that?“ “Well young man.“ Mr. Wilson sat upright. “You should hold the shaft and peel the foreskin back. You can clean me more efficiently that way. It’s important to clean under there you know. Here, I’ll make it easier for you.“ Mr. Wilson stood up and put his hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. His erect cock was now staring directly at me, The head of his dick peering through the forskin. “Now young lad. Take your hand and grab my penis.“ So I brought my hand up and gripped his dick. “Now take your other hand and wrap it around my cock head and pull back on it.“ I reached my other hand and did as instructed. I pulled back his foreskin and his mushroom head cock was staring at me fully exposed. Even with both my hands gripping his shaft there was still plenty my hands couldn’t cover. The thought occurred to me that I was now on my knees gripping onto Mr. Wilson’s penis with both hands. I was getting nervous and for a moment I forgot what to do. “Well? Are you forgetting something?“ “Oh right! The rag.” The rag was on the floor by Mr. Wilson’s feet. I let go of his penis and bent down to pick it up. Mr. Wilson squatting down at the same time. “Let me help you with that.” Both our hands met as we reached for the rag. In the awkwardness of it I grabbed the rag and we both got up. But in both of our maneuvers Mr. Wilson’s penis slapped my forehead and slid down my face as I motioned my head up. “Oh no I’m so sorry!“ I pulled my head away completely embarrassed. “Don’t be sorry it was just a little bump. It’s just a penis, it won’t hurt you.“ I brushed off the incident and I wrapped the rag around his penis and started stroking it to get it clean. “Oh yeah, that’s a good technique. You’ll get it nice and clean that way.“ I only stroked it a few times. I wasn’t trying to stimulate him, but this seemed like the only way to properly wash him. Once I was done I instructed him to lay back down on the bed and I continued to give him a bath. Cleaning the rest of him. It went without further incident. I continued to clean his bedroom. Mr. Wilson watching me and helping me organize some of his things. He didn’t put his clothes back on, he remained naked and his large penis still rockhard. “You don’t mind me walking around all naturale do you? I find it more comfortable this way.” I didn’t want to be rude. After all I am training to be a caregiver so I had to put his needs first. “Of course. It’s your house you can do whatever you like.“ I assured him with a smile. Deep down I was uncomfortable with it. I was picking up things here and there. I came across a box of magazines, they were porno magazines. “Oh don’t mind those. Just something to get me off when I need to. Here let me show you my favorite one.“ He took out a particular magazine and flipped to a page. He revealed photos of an older man who looked similar to him bareback fucking a young 18 or 19 year old who looked similar to me. I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to look at his porn. “Oh that looks pretty wild.“ “Indeed. This sort of thing really gets me boned up.“ He was now stroking his cock next to me. He was looking at me a little sad. “Hey Nick, do you think you could do me a big favor?“ “What is it?“ “Do you think you could help me get off? It’s been so long since I’ve been in the presence of such a handsome young man like you. I would really appreciate it.“ “I don’t think I can do that. It wouldn’t be appropriate.“ “Relax my boy. You’re just helping out an old man like you were meant to you when you came here, isn’t that right? Please I assure you you will be totally fine I just want to see your ass while I rub one out.“ I wasn’t sure what to do in the situation. I wanted to be helpful, I wanted to help him with his needs. But I didn’t think that I could do something like that. But he was such a lonely man. I figured it might be OK as long as he’s just jacking off and nothing more comes of it. “Do you promise not to tell anyone?” “Absolutely. I will take it to the grave with me.” “Uh, okay, as long as we are safe. What do you need me to do?“ “Splendid! Well first takeoff all your clothes and lay face down on my bed. I want to see that beautiful body of yours.“ I slowly strip down and climbed onto his bed laying down like he asked. Mr. Wilson climbed on the bed and got on top of me straddling my thighs, his dick slapping my ass crack. “Hey! What are-“ “Relax Nick. I’m just getting a good look at your ass. Now just lay there and let this old man enjoy the sight of you.” This felt like a very compromising position, but I assumed that it would all be over fairly soon. Mr. Wilson was stroking his cock with one hand while rubbing my butt cheeks with the other. “Yeah, that is such a beautiful ass of yours, I would so love to dig my cock in there.“ “Please don’t joke like that sir. You have aids remember?“ “Of course, how can I forget? I have a very high viral load. And I haven’t gotten off in quite a few days. And theoretically if I did fuck that beautiful tight ass of yours, you would definitely get what I have he he.” That type of verbal treatment was very unsettling. But he was a lonely old man, I figured I would let him say what he wanted and blow a load out. He slapped his cock against my ass few times. My God it was so big. But while he rubbed his cock against my ass cheeks, he wasn’t stroking it. It seemed like he was dragging it out. “Hey there Nick I’m having a hard time getting off. Do you think you could let me grind my tip against your hole a little bit? I won’t penetrate, I just want to hump a little. It would definitely help me shoot.“ “Isn’t that pushing things little too far? What if it goes inside?“ “Nonsense. We don’t have any lube and you’re so young and tight there’s no way it will go in. You’ll be perfectly safe. Please?“ I was very hesitant. Things were escalating a little. But theoretically what he said seemed completely safe. As long as it didn’t actually go inside me then there wasn’t any risk. “O-okay. But just humping on the outside OK?“ “Of course! Now get on your hands and knees doggy style for me.“ We repositioned and I got on my knees. Mr. Wilson spread my cheeks and start slapping his cock against my ass hole. He swirled his tip around it and then positioned it right at the center of my ring. He put his hands on my hips and started rocking his hips back-and-forth. “Ah yes this feels much better, you’re smooth little pucker is doing the trick.“ his humping wasn’t too hard. He was staying outside of me like he assured me. I was able to relax and let him have his fun. He was rubbing my ass cheeks and feeling up my back as his hips rocks into me. I could feel my asshole being pushed with each thrust. It felt kind of good. Especially with such a monstrously huge cock. Then I felt something. My asshole was getting wet. Mr. Wilson was leaking pre out of his dick. His thrusting was still relatively tame so it didn’t seem like it was all that bad but I was getting a little worried about my hole getting lubed up. “Oh yeah thats better. I can feel myself leaking.” His humping started getting harder. I felt my ass hole getting hit roughly by his dick. I kept myself clenched but Mr. Wilson was getting more enthusiastic. As his movements became stronger and his cock leaked more I could feel his tip starting to part my ass. It felt like it was slowly digging into me. “Mr. Wilson you should be careful. I think you’re starting to go in.“ “Nonsense boy. I’m still completely outside of you. My wet cock head is just kissing you. Don’t be afraid to have your hole kiss it back.“ “Are you getting close yet?” “I’m building up to it. Why? Do you want it to end now? Doesn’t my cock feel good?” “It feels great sir. You have a wonderful cock. You just need to careful is all.” The more he humped my hole the more the tip started digging in. At this point his tip was halfway into my ring. His hands were exploring my body as his hips kept grinding forward. “Ow, that’s starting to go a little too far. You should ease up“ “it’s fine. Just enjoy my cock. Young men like you should be lucky to have experienced old men like me show you how good you can feel with your ass. Besides, I can tell your ass is very inexperienced. It’s gonna take a lot more than what I’m doing to penetrate you. For example if I were to jam forward like this!” As Mr. Wilson’s tip was halfway in my ring, he jammed his hips forward and his head popped inside of me. He then quickly pulled out and continued his humping, not easing up on the force though. “OUCH! That went in!” It hurt when he popped inside of me. It was true that I’ve had very little experience with sex. So the pain of his initial entry shot through me. “Well so it did. Oops, it’s all right I will try to stay out of you.” My ass felt vulnerable after that initial plunge. I was having a really hard time keeping him out of me. His thrusting unrelenting. Then I felt his cock head pop into me again and then right back out. “Oof. That feels good.“ “Sir you shouldn’t do that!“ his thrusting continued. With the way my hole was getting wet from his cock. It felt like every fifth or sixth thrust his cock head entered me again. Then every second or third thrust it entered. Then Mr. Lewis picked up a piece of ramming his cock head in and out of my hole constantly. “Don’t worry about all this Nick. It’s just popping in to say hello. Your ass is really inviting.“ The feeling of his cock head going in and out of my ring was horrifying yet felt good at the same time. But still I wanted him to stop and continue with grinding my hole just from the outside. “Sir please it’s going inside me!” “That’s not going inside of you, this is going inside of you.“ Mr. Wilson then thrust into his cock in my ass, sliding in what felt like 5 or 6 inches and then pulled out and continued with the tip of his cock going in and out. “Ow! That was too deep!” “See that was going inside of you. This is just the entrance. Now just focus on how good my cock is.. I’m getting close.” “Oh God, you’ll cum outside right?“ “Sure, sure. let me Focus on your beautiful ass.” Mr. Wilson was now wrapping his arms around my torso. I felt his cock starting to dig in deeper. He wasn’t just fucking me with the tip anymore. He was sliding at least half his cock in me, like previously. “Oh fuck this is so much better, the inside of your colon is definitely working my cock up to an eruption!” “Sir please pull out! That’s too far!“ The cock going up my ass is starting to drive me crazy. I couldn’t deny that it was probably the best fucking I have ever felt in my life. But I knew exactly what kind of cock was inside of me. A poz cock, and not just a poz cock, a full-blown AIDS cock. “Just a moment kid. I’m so close! Please just focus on squeezing that ass on this dirty cock. Work this load out of me!” Suddenly he started slamming his cock all the way in and out. I felt the full length of his 11 1/2 inch dick pulverizing my insides. Every time he went balls deep it felt like I was getting stabbed on the inside causing pleasure as he passed over my prostate and pain as he slid far past that. “Sir! What are you doing!? This is too much! Ouch! It hurts!” The ball slapping fucks were relentless. His pace started to quicken rapidly. His body trembling. “Just hold out a little longer Nick! You’re such a good boy! I’m going to reward my good boy by shooting AIDS poison in you! Fuck! I’m about to create a partner in hospice in just few more-“ he now let his body collapse onto me. His cock furiously slamming down into me. “AAAAAGH FUCK!” His cock started violently spasming deep inside. I could feel blast after blast of his toxic cum shooting into me. And it had a bit of a sting to it to due to have roughly he fucked me on the inside, almost like acid. “Ahhhhh. That was good Nick. Such a wonderful ass.” I was in shock. I couldn’t speak. Mr. Wilson slowly got up. His long cock pulling out. “Oops, little bit of blood on my cock. Guess I tore you up in there. It happens to almost all they guys I fuck.” My ass hurt. I could barely get up. I slowly got my close on while Mr. Wilson stayed nude. “Well then. Now that I was able to get off, you can continue your work.” I looked at him as if he was crazy. How could I work after what he did? But there’s no way I could leave, if I did I’d be terrified of him telling anyone what happened. So I swallowed my pride and got back to cleaning his house.

Story is so hot. Also, I'm kind of hoping he will break and let someone breed him, and cum. Making Rick reject him and he being kicked out of his loving closeness. Then jumping on nay cock he can, being a reject and pozzed by anon guys. Then tossed around and used, constantly craving poz dicks and cum. Ending up as a unloved whore, talking loads to feel complete and to feel closeness to other guys. I realize I'm fucked up. 😛

The bass thumped through the floor, a deep, rhythmic pulse that vibrated in Alex’s molars. He stood at the edge of the dimly lit common area of The Steamworks, a labyrinth of tile and shadow he’d only ever read about online. The air was thick with humidity, chlorine, and a musky, anonymous scent. At twenty-two, this was his pilgrimage, his first step into the world his desires pointed toward, yet his body thrummed with a virgin’s paralyzing anxiety. He’d rented a small private room, a cubicle just big enough for a narrow cot, a locker, and his racing heart. The door had a simple hook latch, not a lock. He told himself it was for safety, for air flow. He lay down on the stiff vinyl, listening to the muffled laughter, the slap of sandals on wet floor, the relentless, enveloping music. His plan had been to gather his courage, to venture out, to maybe just talk to someone. But the sensory overload was immense. The thumping bass began to feel like a lullaby for the overwhelmed. His eyes, gritty with nervous exhaustion, grew heavy. The distant sounds blurred into a single, oceanic roar. He fell into a deep, sudden sleep. He didn’t hear the door sigh open. He didn’t feel the shift in the air as a larger, older body filled the doorway. He only began to surface from the depths of sleep when a heavy weight settled on him, a hand clamping firmly over his mouth. His eyes flew open to near-total darkness—the curtain had been drawn across the glass block window. A silhouette loomed, featureless in the gloom. “Shhh,” a voice, gravelly and calm, breathed into his ear. “Just relax. It’s easier.” Panic fired through Alex’s nerves, but his body was leaden, trapped in the syrupy residue of sleep and shock. He tried to buck, to twist, but the man was strong, practiced. Alex heard the soft, definitive *click* of the hook latch being secured. Trapped. The man’s other hand worked efficiently, impersonally. The violation was a quiet, methodical theft. There was no passion, no desire, only a cold, crushing exercise of power. The music swelled in the hallway, perfectly masking any stifled whimper, any rustle of the vinyl cot. Time distorted, stretching into an eternity of helpless shame. The man finished as quietly as he had begun, adjusting his own towel. Before he left, he leaned close again, his breath smelling of mint and stale coffee. “Leave the latch open,” he whispered, a grotesque parody of advice. “A nice boy like you shouldn’t sleep alone. Let the party in.” Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving Alex curled into a tight, trembling ball, feeling shattered and filthy. For long minutes, he couldn’t move. The act itself was a nightmare, but the words… *Leave the latch open*. They echoed in the hollow space where his courage had been. He felt a desperate, irrational need to defy the command, to lock the world out. Shakily, he pushed himself up and fumbled for the hook latch. His fingers, slick with sweat, finally managed to secure it. *Safe*. He leaned his forehead against the cool metal of the locker, taking ragged breaths. He just needed a moment. Just a moment to think, to process the incomprehensible. A soft knock at the door, barely audible over the music, made him jump. Then another. More insistent. Confusion cut through his shock. Had the man come back? A wave of nausea hit him. He remained silent, frozen. The knocking stopped. He heard a faint shuffling in the corridor. Then, a sliver of light appeared at the bottom of the door as the hook latch, from the outside, was quietly, expertly, lifted and pushed open. The door swung inward. Standing in the hallway wasn’t the older man. It was a stranger, younger, with a towel slung low on his hips. He looked at Alex’s tear-streaked face, his hunched posture, and his expression showed no surprise, only a casual, waiting appraisal. He didn’t enter. He just… waited. And then Alex saw past him. His blood turned to ice. Behind the first man, illuminated in the gloomy red hallway light, was another. And behind him, another. A silent, patient queue of silhouettes stretched down the tiled corridor, a line of men waiting their turn. No one spoke. No one met his horrified, darting eyes. They just stood, a procession of shadows, having been instructed, by the monster who started it all, that the door to room seven would be open. That the new boy inside was available. The last thread of Alex’s reality snapped. The thumping music was no longer a beat; it was the drumming march of his own doom. The line did not advance. It simply existed, a living, breathing testament to his violation and the disease—both physical and existential—that had just been seeded in his blood. The horror was no longer a single act in the dark. It was the future, waiting in the hall, and it had already formed an orderly line.

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

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

I have built up very good lung capacity and can hold my breath for a lengthy amount of time. Like others have suggested, poppers are key to relaxing the gag reflex. Combined, I have mastered deepthroating skills that make men cum with so much pleasure. I love giving masterful deepthroat service to men and being rewarded with copious amounts of cum.

Perhaps I’m too traditional but I would stay at douching or would choose what @RubberAustriasuggested. This ball can work for a quicke if the bottom doesn’t have enough time or the fuck is spontaneous. Before long sessions it is less imaginable for me. Finally it’s not an option for fistees, I guess. For us the other solution, Lecicarbon can work better. For me the combination of this and douching seems to be a good solution. I will try.

Was back in town yesterday and went back to the ABS - I wasn’t expecting much, but wound up sucking off 6 guys over the course of a couple of hours. It was a nice way to spend the afternoon.

Chapter 7 - Jordan and Jordyn The man handed the license back and tapped it with a long finger. "You are Jordan Myers huh." Jordan nodded. What else was he supposed to do? "Like fuck you are faggot," said the man. "Now Jordan - that's a man's name in my book. You don't look like no fucking man - maybe a faggy boy but no way a man." He leaned across and grasped Jordan's wrist. His grip was like iron and proved that, whatever his age, the aura of strength and power given off by the man was no delusion. Pulling the smaller and weaker Jordan behind him the man strode round to the back of the store, out of the vision of anyone arriving there. Jordan didn't resist - resisting a man like that didn't seem either smart or likely to get you anything but big trouble. The back of the store housed the garbage dumpsters and then a space of empty land, grown rank with weeds. Beyond was the derelict works with its many windows all broken and redolent of desolation and decay. There was no-one around and no-one to see whatever happened here. "This is kinda my office for things like this," said the man, "nice and private." His smile wasn't reassuring. "Show me faggy boy - show me how you're claiming to be a man, to grade as a Jordan. Take off that fucking top." Jordan stripped off his top. He was too scared, too excited, too almost out of his mind to even think of refusing. This man had a natural authority, a gravitas that made Jordan himself feel so weak, so helpless, so insignificant. Some people controlled a situation and some lost control of it. That was just the way things were. It was terrifying but that didn't mean it wasn't right, that it wasn't natural. The cooler air made Jordan's nipples stand proud. The man nodded. "Flat chested bee-stinged bitch ain't ya but I'm saying you still way too weak and puny for anyone to call you a man. Lose the fucking pants and anything else you wearing down there - let me see what you got to offer." Jordan undid his pants and let them drop. His cock was hard even if it was a little too small to be obvious through his underwear. The man made a gesture and Jordan dropped them too. His little pink penis stood hard and at attention, almost a full three inches. The man looked at him and laughed. "See boy - you ain't no man. A man has a cock." He stepped forward and eased down his own pants and shorts. Oh fuck! Nine inches of thick coal-black cock and it wasn't even fully hard yet. Jordan saw that it was still growing and it didn't care about the cool air. It was ready to claim a hungry faggot hole. The man came up close to Jordan and put the hard warm meat of his cock against Jordan's tiny pink penis. "Now this is a cock faggot. What you have is maybe a clitty. So why are you pretending to be Jordan. Jordan is a man's name. Girls and sissy femboys they ain't called Jordan - they are called Jordyn. You hear me faggot. Spelled J - O - R - D - Y - N. Now you want me to treat you like Jordan or you want me to treat you like Jordyn. How you spelling it?" It was humiliating but the humiliation was an excitement in itself. Despite being overshadowed and disgraced his little penis was still hard as a rock. Besides, that story had been in his mind so much. The ruined femboi bride was called Jordyn and he so desperately wanted to be that dumb little sissy proudly wiggling his butt as he walked in heels to his total destruction. "I am Jordyn sir. J - O - R - D - Y - N." The man was smiling again but there was still no warmth in it. Just triumph and a certain satisfaction. "See boy - you are learning. Like I said your real education starts now. Next lesson is what is worth a fuck and what ain't no use to no-one." He hitched his pants back up but halted Jordyn's effort to do the same with a glare. Then the man reached in his pocket and withdrew something metallic. His hand went to Jordyn's little penis, bravely standing tall, and the young man felt the cold of the metal against his shaft. A cold liquid spread over his exposed flesh. Jordyn gasped and he felt his penis shrink. To a semi and then to a dangling useless worm in a few seconds. The man produced a thin elasticated belt of pink material. "Put that on." Jordyn obeyed. While Jordan might have hesitated or considered Jordyn had a much less complicated existence - he just had to obey. He stepped into the belt and pulled it up snug. There was a weird round metal ring and he wondered where ir was supposed to go. "Typical dumb femboy," laughed the man, "put your clitty and balls through it. Shouldn't be too hard with that tiny little thing." His balls were rather more difficult but after a little fumbling he managed it and then his soft meat followed more easily. What now? He was rather grateful for the cool air keeping his penis, sorry his clitty, nice and limp. The man had something else now - some sort of a device. He stepped up and with dextrous, practised, fingers fitted that something onto the ring and over Jordyn's cowering clitty. A couple of twists with a piece of metal and the device was locked into place. Jordyn looked down at himself with some shock. He had heard of cock cages but not like this. It simply left his exposed balls and then a flat pink metal surface perforated with holes. "What..." was all he could say. "No-one wants to see that little thing. No fucking use to anybody. Just a fucking distraction from what really matters. You femboys need to leave that clitty alone, to learn how boi fags truly get their pleasure. From now on if you with me or even if you just getting horny then you put that cage on." Jordyn thought about the consequences of that and felt his penis try to grow only to meet the firm unmoving restriction of his new cage. Didn't that prove just how weak he really was, why his pretending to be a real man was such a joke? Again he felt the curious and slightly uncomfortable feeling of his penis trying and failing to grow in his cage. "Yes sir," he said as he pulled his underpants up, looked down and saw the smooth front left by his new cage. Just like barbie! The man was watching his every move. It was intimidating - as if the man could read his mind. Perhaps he could if he had 'trained' lots of other little fag bois like Jordyn. "Now we dealt with that sorry excuse we'll try it again. Show me what you got to offer," Jordyn felt stupid. He didn't understand. "Dumb fucking faggot. Turn round, lean forward and grab that dumpster behind you." The man's voice was harsh, impatient. Jordyn didn't care. Now he knew what to do! He turned round, leaned forward and grabbed the dumpster. He heard a click and then glancing back he saw the man held a flick-knife with its wicked blade revealed. "No-one told you to cover up." A swift movement of the blade and his sole garment was on the floor, ruined. "Now let's see what you really got to offer - you saying this is a cherry hole boy." Strong fingers were on his butt, pulling his cheeks apart and leaving his asshole exposed and very, very, vulnerable. "Yes sir - cherry for you sir." He tried to keep the tremor out of his voice but didn't entirely succeed. He was scared down to his very marrow. This man was going to do just exactly what he wanted with him. "You know what a sweet little hole like this makes a real man want to do don't you BoiFagBarbie." "I think so sir." That dry smoker's laugh of his sounded behind Jordyn. "Makes a real man want to fuck it. You know that don't you fag boy?" "Yes sir." The tremor in his words was undeniable now. The man's right hand moved up Jordyn's body and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, forcing his head down towards the over-filled dumpster's opening. "Arch that back and spread them legs femboy. Let a man know you're here to be ruined." Jordyn did just that and the pungent sickly sweetness of the garbage hit his nostrils as his head was pushed further down by the man's strong right hand. Normally he would have been disgusted, maybe even have vomited, but now there were other things crowding all else from his mind. He felt the man move up behind him and he knew he was going to be fucked. For the first time in his life he was going to get fucked! By a filthy poz Black pervert old enough to be his grandfather! He gripped the trash can hard as he felt his legs weaken a little with the excitement. He flinched as he again felt the touch of cool liquid and then something else, the feeling of warm-flesh against his own. He knew what it was - the long, thick, hard, shaft of the man's cock as he pushed it over the perfect smooth curve of Jordyn's booty. The head of the cock nosed at his asshole and Jordyn tensed up hard. He waited to feel the pain as the man thrust home. He was rewarded only with that low rumble of a laugh. "Thass real sweet boi pussy you got there Jordyn. Might even be cherry like you say. Not many miles on it for sure but I can guarantee I'll soon change that. What you have here," he tapped his hard cock against Jordyn's hungry hole, "is what we call a money-maker and its a money-maker that's in heat ain't it young Jordyn." "Yes sir," said Jordyn, his voice cracking now with excitement. "A little hole just aching to be ruined. I fuck you now and I'll rip you apart. You know that don't you." "Yes sir," whimpered Jordyn and he couldn't help himself, he even wiggled his sweet little butt a little. "You want me to fuck you, nut up you once I've torn you up good." "Yes sir," Jordyn's voice was quiet but not so quiet the man didn't hear him. Also not so quiet that Jordyn would ever be able to deny having said it. "Dumb little sissy fag," the man's hand landed sharply on Jordyn's exposed butt cheek. "Don't you know cherry neg hole is at a serious double premium. That's why I'm in charge here. Dumb horny in heat femboys ain't got no business sense. All they care about is getting their cherry busted and waiting on the fever." "Yes sir," admitted Jordyn. "But we both know this boi pussy is mine now. That you owe me the pleasure of ruining this little faggot cunt of yours. We both know that now don't we?" The man's voice had an authority that you couldn't even imagine denying. "Yes sir." "That's a debt you owe me BoiFagBarbie and I always collect on my debts. But for now I saw this inside and it made me think of you." The hand was off Jordyn's neck but the young man didn't move. A small open bottle was flourished in front of him. The label said, 'Dumb Bitch Juice.' The man's other hand landed softly on Jordyn's face, closing his left nostril. "Breathe it in fag boy." Jordyn tentatively sniffed. It didn't smell too bad. "Snort it hard - prove what a dumb bitch you are." The edge was back in the man's voice. Jordyn sniffed hard at the top of the bottle and this time it hit. Almost immediately. He gasped and felt the sensations flowing through his body, a strange heat and something else. The man had moved fast and before Jordyn knew it he felt the pressure on his hole again. This time he wasn't tensed and this time he felt something enter his body. He gasped at the sensation. There was pleasure there but it was also undeniable that it hurt. "Two fingers in that cherry butt femboy. Even with the lube it hurts don't it?" Jordyn nodded but he didn't try to pull away. Instead he tried to relax, to let the man's fingers explore more easily and freely. It did hurt some but it also felt really good. he was also aware that his penis was again trying to grow in its cage. Sensations of pleasure, pain and arousal seemed to be coming at his brain from every direction. "Yeah" said the man, "you just relax - let old Jerome inspect his new fucktoy." Jordyn did just that - felt the pleasure grow and absorb the pain. Felt the pleasure start to be the new reality. The man's free hand reached under him and found Jordyn's right nipple, hard as diamond with his arousal. Rough dark fingers grasped the pale flesh, mercilessly tugged and then squeezed it. Sharp lancing pain made the young man gasp even as he realised that it only made his arousal grow. The man's fingers moved in his new boy pussy, playing Jordyn like a musical instrument. Old Jerome had broken in a lot of young faggots. He knew what he had to do. His long fingers found the dumb little slut's fag button and exerted some gentle pressure. It didn't take long. "Oh my God!" Jordyn howled into the night as he felt his brain seem to explode and his legs shake uncontrollably. The man held him in place even as Jordyn felt his caged penis cum a long stream of weak boifag jizz down onto the cracked concrete. "Oh my fucking God." Jerome didn't let up on the little fag till he was real sure the boi had got the point but finally he asked, "Ever felt like that before?" "No sir," admitted Jordyn, his face still flushed. "Like I said - your clitty ain't worth shit. For fags like you the hole is where all the action is. You got that boi?" "Yes sir," said Jordyn. "Right - we got a little business to do next. Put these on and get in the car." He reached in his pocket and tossed to Jordyn a pair of pink frilly girl's panties. Jordyn pulled them on and admired the way his new cage made them look just right on him. He knew he really should be headed home but the man, who'd called himself Jerome, was holding open the door of a Lexus. Jordyn took a step towards the open door. "You ain't gonna put your pants on?" There was a certain humor in the man's voice but his smile was no warmer than previously. Jordyn rushed to pull on his pants and then scuttled across to get in the car. "Dumb little faggot," said Jerome as he ruffled the femboy's hair before closing the door and walking round to the driver's seat. They had places to go and people to see.

Let's be clear, being fucked with a condom is an act of pure withholding. The whole reason for a condom fuck is to prevent his bare throbbing dick and load from touching you. A man using a condom has no intent to breed you. Absent his clear intent to breed you, how can one say you took his load? You took his condom, that's all. It might be mechanistic, but I think men who use condoms only fuck condoms. It's the condoms that fuck your hole. If a man fucked you with a condom, then removed the condom and poured his seed into your open hole himself, I think there's some intent to have his cum inside you. A man who fucks and breeds a condom, with you around the condom, and then discards the condom has abandoned his load. The bottom picking the condom up and fingering or pouring some of the abandoned seed inside his hole hasn't been bred by the man who made it. I think "artificial insemination" is a very close to the truth for this scenario. Absent *his* intent, *his* action putting his load inside you, my view is you didn't get his load. [P.s. If a top has you suck his bare dick and swallow his precum, but then only fucks you with a condom (because STIs), that's illogical *and* withholding.]

NO !!! It does Not count as taking a load. Direct Deposits REQUIRED to count as a load. The ass can be filled with cum and a good feeling for the bottom, it does not count as officially taking a load. Some guys do "freeze" several loads and later inject it in the ass with a full feeling, it does not count. Swallow the load is acceptable but does not count. Especially for men that are chasing and/or bugchasers. HIV is not transferred if exposed to air. You can lick cum off a wall/floor or mixed with food and down your throat. Mailed cum to be inserted are all options, but Direct Deposits are REQUIRED to be counted as Officially taking a load.

I went to work and got in around 7:45 am. Professor Post walked in right after me and was in his cycling shorts sporting his huge meat. He smiled at me catching a glance. "I could smell your taint the other day. When I pulled my fingers out of your cunt it smelled so ripe. Like you are ovulating. I can smell how horny you are" he said coming up from behind and grabbing my ass. I could smell him too. His strong manly scent was intoxicating. His hands worked their way around my nipples and started to play with them. I melted and leaned back into his chest. My hand on its own worked to stroke his huge meat now hard pushing thru the thin spandex. The door opened and it was another co-worker who came in early. We were in the back by the kitchen so they couldn't see us. How could he know how horny I was just from my scent. I could feel me ass convulsing. I went back to my desk and did my work. I finished work early and grabbed some food at the cafe on campus before going to class. The guy who took my order was an older guy in his early 40's with a buzz cut and earrings. He smiled at me as I was trying to decide. I apologized and he said to take my time smiling at me. I ordered a bagel and coffee. He asked for my name and wrote it on the cup. He was looking me up and down and smiling. I was in a tshirt and my running shorts. Today it was my light grey and they were 3" inseam so a little short today. He brought my food out to the table. The cafe was empty as most people were in class. He was in a ripped jeans shorts down to his mid thigh, tight shirt and boots. "Here you go Dan" he said looking down at my crotch while placing my food down on the table. I could see his cock pushing thru his shorts. He kept staring at me and looking at my crotch. As I was sitting down my shorts creeped up my leg so high the head of my cock was pointing out and there was some precum on my leg probably from earlier in the office. "Oh sorry" I said pulling down my shorts "Don't apologize Dan. You are so nice on the eyes" he said. His back was to the counter and he grabbed his cock and rubbed it in front of my eyes. "Maybe we can grab coffee sometime" he said "Or if you want sometimes I like to meet up at the Hamilton basement, if you know what I mean" he said leaning into me. "You smell good" he said "Catch you later Dan" he said walking away. My cock was rock hard now. I ate my bagel and drank my coffee. As I ate I searched Hamilton building on campus and then basement. Nothing came up other than a map. Then I added gay men. Then bathroom gloryhole came up. Some posts on reddit that that bathroom and others in certain building on certain floors were places to hook up. Hamilton was listed as the sleaziest. I was intrigued and aroused. After class I went to use the bathroom. As I was at the urinal another guy came by, maybe early 30's. He wasn't peeing. He looked over at me and I at him. As I zipped up and looked over he was stroking a nice hard 7" cock. I just washed my hands and left. OMG what is going on in my life. All these men hitting on me.

I woke up the next morning and showered and ready for work and class. I was in the kitchen getting coffee and Rick came our dressed. "Good morning" I said "Good morning" Rick said back "Sorry if I woke you last night" Rick continued "Yeah no problem. A bit close to home but all good" I replied "Sorry I wasn't there to hook up. My co-workers wanted to go there. And he followed me into the bathroom and was quite aggressive" Rick said apologetically. "He really came up next to me in the urinal and kept checking me out and even reached over to grab a feel. So I took him into a stall and made him blow me off. He then begged me to fuck him bare. I told him I was POZ and he said yes" Rick went on "People started to come into the bathroom and told him not there and to come over to the house. Its not like we were at a gay cruise bar" He went on "Yeah ok just not mention to him about us please" I said "Of course. You not out to your friends yet?" Rick said "Or not sure where you are at" he went on "I think I know where I am at right now. I just realized it when I went to the health clinic" I said moving close to Rick and cozying up to him "I think right now I am gay. I am so attracted to you and want you so bad to be with you. I love the way you make me feel. I also notice more men now and actually how many flirt with me now. I never realized this in the past. Maybe it happened and I never knew or it's just happening to me now. I don't want to be with any women, only men and mainly you." I said "I am attracted to you my young beautiful Dan. I will guide you, protect you, help you push boundaries to your new life and new pleasures. Some may feel uncomfortable at first kind of like the first time I touched you but even more pleasureful for you" Rick said as he put his arm around me and kissed me. Our mouths opened and explored each other. "I guess I was also jealous of him that you were fucking him and not me" I said looking down. "I know it must have been difficult. I bet your pussy is aching for Daddys cock and hot poz cum" he said grabbing my ass. I could feel my ass clinch to his words. "Yes it is" I replied "Don't worry soon enough." Rick said "I gotta get going. I might work late so have a good night boy" Rick said. He kissed me and left. I stood there with a hard cock and my ass pulsing.

The week couldn't go by quick enough. By Thursday I was out of my mind and horny and fuck. Daddy also added another condition. He didn't allow me to touch myself or him. He said he wanted me feral for Saturday so I would be fertile for his sperm. My knees weekend and my ass squeezed when he said that. Feeling frisky I wore my shorter shorts to work. I knew the Professor liked me wearing shorts and these were short but still doable at school. Maybe 3-4" inseam but they were a bit tight. He clearly noticed and I could feel him stare at me at meetings. I was also checking out his thick meat when he first walked in wearing those tight spandex cycling shorts. He looked so hot in those. When I was doing some filing in the afternoon after class he came up from behind me and rubbed his thick cock against my ass. My ass automatically pushed back on his meat. Then I felt his finger under my shorts and underwear into my asshole. He pushed in deep quickly and hit my prostate. I tried not to make a noise. I started to breathe hard and he started to work my hole. It felt so good my body pushed back but I knew if I kept this up I would cum soon. I got my strength and tried to stand up and pull away but his other hand was on my shoulder and kept me where I was. I didn't know what to do. I could feel my cock leaking. "Your pussy is sucking on my finger. Fuck you are so horny aren't you boy" Professor whispered in my ear. I couldn't move and he was working my ass good. The only thing I could do was push come books off a nearby shelf. It made a loud thump which created some commotion in the office. "Dan you ok back there" the office secretary said and I could hear her heels walking towards the back. The Professor pulled out his finger and walked away and I stood up quickly. He walked passed her. "Everything is ok, he just pushed over some books by accident. He is fine" the Professor told her She walked back to the front. I looked down and I had a wet spot on the front of my shorts. I cleaned up the books and then sat back down at my desk. Whew that was close I thought. I just need to get to Saturday. After work I decided to go for a swim at the pool. I put on my speedos and jumped in. The pool had a few other guys doing laps. I swam laps for about 20 minutes. It helped to calm me down and focus. I got out of the pool and went into the shower. There was a older guy in their taking a shower and I started to shower too. I kept showering and felt eyes on me. I turned and he was looking at me rinsing off. He smiled and I politely smiled back. As he was lathering his front he stroked his meat and it was semihard. I tried not to look. I kept showering and finished before him. I dried off and got dressed then went to use the bathroom. As I walked out he was getting dressed and wearing spandex briefs which outlined his semihard cock. "I haven't see you around here before. I am Ray" he said holding out his hand. "Hi I am Dan. I am kind of new here and only been here once before." I said He held onto my hand. "You have a nice stroke. You do competitive swimming?" he said "In high school. I just do it to exercise and relax now" I said "I coach the team here if you are interested" he said finally releasing my hand. I could see his cock getting hard. He noticed my sneak look. "There is a team here?" I asked "Yes there is. Its small and we are looking for new guys. We mostly compete with the other community colleges in the area." he said "If you want here is my card and email. I also teach here. It's not super serious. We practice 3x per week and compete once a month." he said I took the card. "Looks like you spilled or leaked something" he said pointing to my shorts which still had the precum stain on the front. "Oh yeah thanks. From my drink earlier. I gotta run." I said and walked away. I was off to meet some friends for drinks and pizza. I couldn't imagine how I missed all these men before. Did I get hit on and not notice or maybe they sense I might be interested now that I have had sex with other men. It seems there are so many more gay men around me than I thought. And I have to admit to myself sexy ones too. I felt sexy and beautiful for some reason and my cock got hard. What have I been missing all this time I thought to myself. I met up with my friends. They also brought out some of their other friends to hang out. There was a mix of guys and gals. There were also two openly gay guys around my age but a little older maybe 20 yrs old or so. We drank and ate and we all talked. They were all cool and fun. One of the gay guys was looking me over. I pretended I didn't see it. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Rick. It looks like he was with other men and women around his age and some a little younger. He saw me and I didn't know what to do. I waved nonchalantly and then went back to the people I was talking with who were the friends of my friends including the two gay guys, one other guy his gf. Rick waved back. "Who is that guy you waved to" one of the gf asked. "My landlord" I said "Oh cool. He comes to college town" she said "I guess. I have never seen him here before. Looks like work people" I said "He's handsome" one of the gay guys said, I think his name was Chris "Really?" the guys gf whose name I think was Stef "Hmmm I can see that but not my type" the other gay guy said his name I think was Lane They all looked at me." I don't know he is just my landlord. I pay rent." I said "Yeah he is hot. Not your normal model handsome but something sexy about him. Very primal and nasty." said Chris "Nah not my type but I like more bear daddy types" he said "I am not sure I would say he is handsome but I guess I could see how that is someone's type", Stef said I thought yes he was handsome and sexy. You have no idea how sexy he is. We carried on for the night and then some of us went to another bar. Chris, Stef and her bf and Lane stayed behind. I finally got home at 11pm. I changed clothes and went to use the bathroom. I hear noises coming from Rick's room. I walked over quietly and peeked in. It was Chris on his back being fucked by Rick. I pulled back so he wouldn't see me. How did this happen. "Ohhhh fuck me Rick please" I heard Chris moan. I could hear Rick slap against his ass pummeling him. My ass started to tighten hearing that sound. My cock started to get hard. My hand went to my cock but I stopped from stroking. "Yeah you want Daddy's seed in you don't you. Beg for it bitch" Rick said "Ohhh yes Daddy fuck me with your POZ seed." he said "Yeah your a dirty whore sucking my cock while I was taking a leak." Rick said WTF did I just hear???? "Yes I knew I wanted you when I saw you" Chris moaned "Yeah your a sloppys slut. You have a loose hole boy" Rick said pounding into him "Here it comes bitch. Your poz load" Rick said "Ahhhh yes" said Chris. I peeked back in and could see him shooting all over. Rick kept fucking him and I could hear them kiss and make out. Then I heard. "OMG I cant believe I took a POZ load" I heard Chris say "Yeah boy you know you wanted it. You begged for it in the bathroom. I told you I was POZ" Rick replied "I never thought I would go thru with it" Chris said "Its okay I might take and it might not" Rick said I heard them kiss more than I heard someone get up. "I need to go. Thank you for tonight it was hot." Chris said I quietly walked back to my room quickly and turned off the light. I heard Chris leave. I lay in bed thinking of what I just heard and what happened.

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

At least for me, one I was fucked the 1st time it was impossible to stop. Now that you've done it, especially anonymously in a dark room you are on your way to becoming a fuck pig. Enjoy!

Neg bottom in Asheville

My first time with poppers I was on all fours on a padded table at a bath house. A guy came up behind me and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He reached around and held some poppers up to my nose and said 'take a good whiff, you're going to need this.' I inhaled and immediately felt hornier than ever. After a second whiff he slammed into me but my hole was able to stretch and it was awesome. Love poppers now.

I had been talking to this guy on-line for a couple of weeks. He'd responded to my craigslist ad. I said I was a non-passable white crossdresser, kind of a guy in a skirt type, looking to give a bj. I had a blurry pic of me in a short leather skirt and thigh high stockings. He said he loved my pic and wanted to fuck my lips, but I saw a pic of his cock and thought no way, that black monster is way too big. In our chats, he asked if I liked "BB", I foolishly said yes, thinking that was Big Black (since he was a big black guy). He asked if I'd try a blindfold, I said cool. So after he promised he'd take it easy on me, and telling him there was no way I could deep throat a cock that big, he invited me over to his place. I put on that black leather mini skirt, thigh high fishnet stockings, a tight white blouse, and pumps. Although not passable, guys I gave head to in this outfit always wanted my ass, but I just did oral. Mark answered the side door after I parked in his garage, as he wanted to be discreet. He got me a drink, and after some small talk, he just whipped out his massive cock. It had to be 7 or 8 inches, soft. I got on my knees, and got to work. At this point, I could take it all in my mouth, but he was starting to stiffen up, so I placed my hand on the base of his shaft. He said I was being a good slut, but to drop the hand. I did as I was told. Mark then said he had the blindfold, and not seeing might help. It did make sense to me at the time, so he put it on. He said I was taking it much deeper without seeing, so it was working. Mark asked how my knees were feeling, I said they were OK, but he offered to guide me to the bedroom where things were a little softer. Mark was being very kind, so I let him guide me to the other room. Mark had me kneel, and said I could lean forward, as there was a little bench. What a nice guy. As I have my arms on the bench, sucking on that huge cock in the dark, all of the sudden, my arms and legs are grabbed. Mark pulls his cock out and starts laughing. It feels like there are restraints on the bench for my wrists, and ankles on the floor. There are other men laughing too. What the fuck is going on I ask. Mark asks if I'm ready for my bareback breeding. I say no way! He says I agreed to bareback, and there was no turning back now. My panties are cut off and my ass quickly lubed. I started to scream, right when they gagged me. The first cock in my ass felt like it was as big as a thermos! I was crying while they laughed. The fucking of my virgin ass continued for what seemed like forever then stopped. Oh god! I had a man cumming in my ass! Once he pulled out, I could feel his cum running down my leg, but I thought at least it was over. Boy was I wrong. Mark sad that I was just fucked by Justin, a skinny white guy with a 6 inch cock. That was 6 inches??? Oh shit.... So for what felt like hours I was fucked by several men, and cocks kept getting a little bigger, and hurting less for some reason. I was starting to like the feeling... Finally Mark said it was his turn. His huge cock slid in without too much problems, but it went REAL deep. He was fucking me slowly at first then asked if I was worried about AIDS. I shook my head yes. He said I was a silly little cunt, he was HIV poz and I never asked! OH SHIT! I tried to buck him off and push him out, this just made him piston fuck me harder. He buried his cock deep and said his dirty seed was going in my ass now, and I could feel it hot in my guts. For the next 2 days, I was kept bound, and every now and then fucked. The guys would tell me how sweet my ass was, and how hard it was to get a guy willing to take poz loads. I was far from willing, but Mark had told them I was going to act surprised. Then I was punched a couple of times in the head until I passed out. I woke up in my car, on the other side of town. Cum and blood on my legs, in my girl clothes, in the parking lot of a shopping center. The house where it happened was abandoned that day, with an eviction notice over a month old on the door. The e-mail account closed. So I was set up, and raped. Now I'm waiting to find out if they lied about being poz, or if I'm infected too.....

Sometimes, but usually no. Whores can usually take pretty big cocks dry. Like bone dry. Not even using spit.

I prefer a nicely cumlubed pussy but I like to fuck a boy dry just to show it what a whore it is that it can take my big cock without any lube. plus I like it to hurt the cumdump.

I love it being dry. More chances of tearing both my ass or my cock which could make them bleed, making the sex dirty as fck and it turns me on a lot. Higher risk of stds.

Part 4; I met my best friend Tom way back in 1993 when I was a young lad. He was the one that pozzed me up that same year, and we have been on quite a journey together as partners in crime. He stopped his Medz about 1 year ago, and via our discussions helped me choose to come off of mine several months back. A few weeks ago he told me that his specialist was strongly advising him to go back on Medz. At that time he had also just been diagnosed with Hep C. I asked him if he had gone back on his Medz, and started treatment for the latter. Starting everything next week he said. I told him I was playing with a Tina'd up Twink and was he up for joining us. He understandably was feeling tired, but was up for some action with the innocent. 'I'll be around within the next few hours'. Back to my play room, the boy had again put himself in the sling. Obviously somewhere he feels is natural for him to be. 'On all 4's on the mattress boy'. 'Yes Sir'. On all 4's I took out the Rosebud plug where my piss spilled out. I flipped him on his back and rolled him around in my piss, and used my hands to smear it all over this little piggy's body and face. Using the inflatable dildo again I stretched his cunt with inflating, deflating partly, inflating again, and so on, gradually building up so it wouldn't inflate anymore. The base doesn't inflate so it was easy enough to pull back his loosened battered lips to see the dildo inside, fully inflated. I fucked him hard with it, seeing his stretched wide open gaping pink cunt lips clasping on the black material. After dildo play I positioned my Dick at his loose hole, took a condom from my waistcoat pocket, and said; 'Do you think we should use this?' It really turns me on playing in an unsafe environment, yet, toying and teasing with the possibility of safety. He shook his head, moaning, arching his cunt towards me, grabbing my wasted ass cheeks towards him. My Dick head popped in. I slid in a few more inches and immediately started fucking him with a hard steady rhythm. After a few minutes I pulled out, and said; 'No, we must use protection'. I rolled on the rubber, slid in balls deep, and started to fuck him again with that hard steady rhythm. I was soon increasing my pace, turned on knowing that this rubber simply was not going to stop the inevitable. I pulled out. 'You are probably right, we don't need this'. I pulled the condom off, and tied it around his wrist. Recommencing the fucking I this time fucked with long hard deep thrusts, each time pulling all the way out, and slamming back in again. On my final hard slow thrust I leaned in; 'You want a mouthful of sperm boy?' 'Cum inside me Sir. Please cum inside me'. The correct answer. I grabbed hold of his waist and with no warning I started fucking him hard and fast. I had been close to cumming for quite sometime (but kept holding), we'd been playing for hours, and I had two months of dirty cum to unload. It didn't take long. I was now beginning the point of no return! I leaned in close to his face, spitting on my approach. I looked right into his soul; 'I'm gonna cum'. 'Yes Sir, infect me'. 'You filthy fucking whore'. Keeping our eyes locked I impaled one last thrust, held my dick still in it's deep position and unloaded my dirty seed. I could feel my Dick pulsate as I grunted and roared like a wild animal. I don't think I have ever made a noise like it. A much needed release. I pulled out and immediately plugged him back up with the Rosebud plug. I ordered him to get on his knees, and clean my Dick. Once satisfied with his cleaning work, he got back in the sling, I re-attached the blindfold and left him to rest, whilst I went for a break. Part 5 to follow...

A butt in chaps.. a harness to hang on to.. and my cock into a hot hole.. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I want to be next, I want to be next!!!! I've been waiting for a long time for the next installment and it was well worth the wait for sure. And I'm already getting xxxcited for the next chapter. Thnx rawemobttm for the story and all the work it takes to post a story like this. I sure hope you blasted a few loads in the making. I sure have in the reading oh, and btw, this is a pic of what my Adam would look like...hope to see some other guys images of their Adams

Well, I was cruising for sex when I was 14 years old on the internet, and it was hard to get anyone to bite, considering my age. Some did, thank goodness. 13 or 14 sounds reasonable from my own experiences, but thinking about kids that age makes me feel lecherous and isn't really my thing.