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I was always ashamed of my penis size and started off my gay journey forcing myself to strictly bottom. I learned that you don't have to be hung to be a top. People enjoy sucking me and fucking me just as much as anyone else, and if you're into 'hUnG oNly" that's on them, next!

My personal experience tells me that the 'A-list bathhouse queens (or the S&M - Stand & Model crowd if you prefer) are absolutely the worst fucks. I also learned that Joe Average is likely to be the best fuck there because he's serious about getting laid and knows why we're all there in the first place. I've also found some gems, still friends to this day. We bonded over sexual liberty and fondness for taking loads, or getting fisted, or whatever else we bonded over.

My top was in rare form today, Its been about a week since our last meet up where its a regular quicky before work, i get a text "you free?" i always reply "yup ill be there in half hour" Weve been hooking up once a week for the last 2 months regularly and its the usual come im, find him on the couch bottomless, i blow him until hes rock hard, he bends me over, pounds away for 10 mins, cums and i leave. Today though was different and I kinda dig it. I get a text, "you free?" I reply "yup" He says "make sure youre good and clean i really need to eat that ass and im horny af" I reply "i got you" Normally i shower, clean out and toy myself so im nice and lubed up for him but today i just did my normal clean out toyed a bit but made sure i was 100% ready to have my hole ate. I drive over and let him know im there. Normal thing, doors unlocked and hes bottomless in his livingroom. I get down and start blowing him and he must be really horny because hes rock hard and leaking tons of delicous pre cum. He gets up and is standing above me grabbing my face and gently face fucking me which is our first new bit and hes hitting the back of my throat with ease and making me gag on his cock. he looks down and says "drool for me" i am... another 5 minutes of this goes by with him pulling out his cock and slapping it on my face (also new) he tells me get my face down. i bend over on the couch and he gets behind me and sticks his warm wet tongue in my ass. he grabs my ass and is just mushing it into his face. im moaning so loud he must be into it because he gets up and instead of mounting me smacks my ass and tells me cmon we are going to the bedroom. Total first here its usually a quick 10 to 15 minute quicky and here we are at least 30 minutes in and ive never seen his bedroom. he opens the door and its pink... oh he has a girlfriend... makes sense now... Hes behind me, kisses the back of my neck and shoves something in my mouth then pushes me face down in the bed. Im assuming its his girlfriends underwear. cant think straight hes back to tongueing me down and fingering my hole. at this point um leaking pre cum and hes jerking me. he wipes my precum on his cock and starts jerking then stops gets up and lines up. he spits on my hole then teases me popping the head in and out. i cant even moan load because his gfs underwear is in my mouth and im just in absolute heaven. all of the sudden he gets one good swipe in and balls deep. I pop my head up in surprise but he pushes it back down and keeps himself deep until my hole opens up for him (hes not small hes about 8 1/2 to 9 and thick with a fantastic mushroom head, my favorite bbc ive ever had. after a few seconds i manage to get her underwear out of my mouth and tell him please fuck me hard. without missing a beat hes pulling out til i feel the base of his flared head about to pop out then back deep again. i shut up and enjoy the thrusting. our normal fucks he usually lasts about 5 minutes and is ready to cum. today not sure again what came over him but he would go hard to soft to long strokes to shallow to pulling out teasing me he was just enjoying himself. At one point he said im going to breed you like the bitch you are flip over. he then grabs his gfs pillow (big pink fluffy one) and puts it under my lower back... he wants me in missionary. i oblige and he pops right in and goes to work. hes holding my ankles spread wide and im just enjoing feeling his balls slap against my ass. im in absolute heaven right now. he says hes getting close and then closes my legs and puts them over his shoulders. hes plowing deep and hard. im moaning and my mouth is open eyes rolling back he spits in my mouth then outo f no where makes out with me. im in awe weve never done anything like this and the second i can think is this happening i feel him stop deep and throb. hes cumming while moaning and tongueing my mouth. ho lee shit. he pulls out and i feel my hole just open and leaking he grabs the back of my head and lifts me up with him. im down to my knees cleaning him off and hes squeezing every last bit of cum into my mouth. i get up and he says hes into a lot more and well be getting together again real soon.

One thing I learned is, there are all kinds of variations in our sexual lives, and each guy gets to live out his best life possible. Sure, there are obstacles to virtually every facet of our lives, both big and small. Dealing with them is something everyone has to do, and the way we do it at least as important as the "how". Ditch the fear of the unknown. Be concerned with that which we deal with almost every day. Don't waste time or effort with all the "what-if's" - maybe the cow really will jump over the moon someday. So what? You could be breeding instead of worrying, which is far more productive in every way.

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

I’ve enjoyed anon group fucks as a top but I prefer group fucks with regular buddies. Me and 6 other mates get together regularly, most often in 3s or 4s but about once a month all 7 get together. We take it in turns to be the bottom. That way he can prepare. When it’s my turn to bottom I spend a couple of days cleaning out and wearing increasingly girthier butt plugs so I’m ready for 6 cocks. I get down on all 4s and enjoy being railed. My buddies take turns so I’m being fucked by all of them for an hour before they start breeding me. I love that bit when I’m getting one load after the other.

I wanted to fuck him again. But I knew I needed time to recharge. “Give me an hour, boy, and I’ll rape that cunt of yours again.” I stretched my arms out wide as I rolled to my back. “How much did you smoke, boy?” I lay there for a while to catch my breath. Turned to Scout and admired the shimmer from the piss and cum spread across this smooth, pale skin, enhancing his masculine physique. His angelic face smeared in cum. He kept licking his lips in search of a drop. He was descending into a sexually driven state. I lay there for a while, catching my breath, the room still humming from everything that had just passed through it. When I turned, Scout was stretched out beside me, skin damp from the piss and cum; catching the low light, giving him this almost unreal glow. There was something striking about him in that moment. Not innocence. Not anymore. Something sharper. Hungrier. His chest rose and fell slowly, but his eyes… They were elsewhere. Fixed on nothing, or maybe everything at once. His face smeared in cum, his tongue across his soiled lips, absentmindedly, like he was chasing a feeling that hadn’t quite finished with him. I watched him, trying to understand what I was seeing. He wasn’t just reacting anymore. He was slipping into it. Letting it take him somewhere deeper, somewhere instinctive, stripped back, where thought didn’t matter and only sensation remained. And the longer I looked, the more I realised… He didn’t want to come back. I pushed myself up slowly and looked over at Scout. There was no softness left in the moment now, only intent. I told him to get dressed, but not to wash. I wanted the night to carry forward exactly as it was; no reset; no clean slate. Just layers building on top of each other. He pulled on loose shorts and a singlet, the kind that barely held shape, his appearance still marked by everything that had come before. The night was far from over. Something restless had taken hold of me. A need to move, to escalate, to see how far this could stretch before it snapped. Not just for me, but for him. How deep he’d go. How much of himself he was willing to hand over to the moment. I checked my stash. Untouched. Exactly where I’d left it. Control, at least in that sense, is still intact. Scout mentioned, almost casually, that he hadn’t smoked earlier, that whatever he was feeling had come from the shard the old man shoved in his ass. It registered, filed away in the back of my mind without much thought, just another variable in a night already running off rails. I set up a couple of lines, clean and deliberate. We both leaned in, no hesitation, no ceremony. I packed some supplies. Poppers, a baggie of meth and the pipe. Because whatever this was… It wasn’t slowing down. We moved through the building like we had nothing left to hide. Past reception. Past residents. Eyes followed us; lingering, judging, confused. Scout didn’t try to cover himself, didn’t shrink under it. If anything, he carried it with a strange kind of pride, as he’d already crossed too many lines to care about one more. There was a smell trailing us. Faint, but there. Enough to turn heads. At the desk, the receptionist looked up – and froze. I recognised him instantly. History was sitting right there in a cheap suit. The guy who fucked my ex-wife. The guy who kicked off the cuckolding adventures my ex and I once shared, until she got pregnant by a stranger. His eyes flicked between Scout and I, trying to piece together what he was seeing. Failing. Good. I didn’t slow down, didn’t explain. Didn’t care. Whatever this had become, it wasn’t private anymore. It was out in the open, raw and undeniable. And I was too far gone to pretend otherwise. High, wired, detached from consequences. That was a problem for later. Right now, I was chasing something else entirely: control, excess, the edge of where a person starts to disappear into their own impulses. Scout was already halfway there, and part of me wanted to see just how far he’d go. We hit the car park, footsteps echoing in the concrete hollow. I barely registered the movement. A force slammed into me from the side, driving me hard into a pillar. Air punched out of my lungs. Pain followed a split second later. Scout’s father. Of course it was. “Get away from my son!” He roared, eyes wild, voice echoing through the car park. His gaze snapped to Scout – Shock, anger, and what looked like grief all clashing at once. “What have you done to him.” It wasn’t a question. He slammed me back into the pillar. Sharp and immediate, pain shot through my ribs. “How’s your wife?” I spat. That did it. The punch came hard, straight into my gut, folding me over. “You’re a piece of work,” he snarled, and hit me again for good measure. Then he grabbed Scout’s arm, trying to drag him away. “Come on. You’re coming with me. We’re getting you out of this. We’re fixing this.” “I’m not going anywhere,” Scout said, planting himself. There was a standoff – seconds stretched thin – until security came ruching in, boots pounding against the concrete. They pulled his father back, arms pinned, his voice still cutting through the air. “I’m not going anywhere,” Scout repeated, calmer now, as he stepped toward me instead. We moved quickly after that. “I’ll make you pay for this!” his father shouted as we reached the car. “You hear me? You’ll pay!” I didn’t answer. Didn’t look back. The engine turned over, and we pulled into the night. The drive was quiet. Too quiet. The adrenaline still hadn’t settled, still buzzing under my skin. I needed to know – needed certainty, or something close to it. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, eyes fixed on the road. “About… all of it.” Scout didn’t answer straight away. Just sat there, looking out the window, the city lights sliding across his face in fragments. Then, slowly, he shifted closer – not saying a word, but making his choice in the only way he knew how. He unzipped my fly and pulled out my fat cock and sucked me off to full hardness. That was answer enough. We drove on. Out towards the edge of the city, where the lights thinned, and the roads opened up. I’d heard about the place before; Whispers, half-stories traded in back rooms. I was told that this place attracts all sorts of blokes eager to fuck, and like the cumdump I saw at the cruise club, this beat was perfect for attracting strangers. A stretch under the Westgate Bridge, tucked into scrub and shadow. A place where men went when they didn’t want names or questions.

Always a bad sign and makes you hope the writer is okay, but I’ve been surprised at the number of writers coming back recently after a multi-year hiatus, so I imagine the stories that appear abandoned aren’t all beyond hope.

That I love being watched. That I love group sex. That I love being watched having group sex. That the type of sex pigs I wanted fucking me didn’t want to wear condoms. That I didn’t want them to wear them either.

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

Cumdump situations where all the tops are there at the same time and are fucking back-to-back are relatively rare unless it’s group of guys that you know. A more common scenario is hosting in a hotel room, or similar venue, where guys show up periodically over a certain time. In that case your hole has some time to recover between fucks. In either case, you need to do some stretching in preparation. It might be best to start out in a bathhouse to see how many dicks you can take. If you advertise as a cumdump, your hole needs to be able to deliver.

I pretty much learned if I get a room and leave the door open, the get face down ass up eventually multiple guys will slide in and breed me.

I was a bottom with 3 tops at my first bare experience, but they had given me chems, i was so high that i begged to be fucked the whole 2 days. My hole was so sore after 2 days of abuse, they used everything on me.

I would love to join a group of fellow POZ Barebackers for a get together. Clothing optional BBQ anyone?

Exactly that... As a Nomad I was lucky to visit many countries, cities and gay bath houses and enjoy and getting more experience acting on various situations that might differ per country...

Love to

Im happy to help you with that chapter if you'd like. With ideas etc. Not that you need any from your impeccable writing so far.

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

This is my first time writing something like this, but reading all these stories I thought I would try my hand at it. Feed back is always great, and if you like it I'll keep writing. --How I Became A Cumdump: the Story of a 'Condoms Only' 20 Somethings Transformation My name is Mark, I’m 24, five foot nine, one hundred and sixty pounds and decidedly average. I have always been a bottom, when I was a teenager when other guys were tugging their dicks, I was fingering my hole. Eventually I graduated to getting cucumbers out of the refrigerator nightly and pounding my hole into a pulp. So when I went to college and started having sex with guys there was no question that I would be taking their cocks, but until I was 21 I was a self proclaimed condom Nazi: no unwrapped cocks were entering my hole. So what changed when I was 21? Well, I met Anthony. Anthony was everything I wasn’t. I was a paie blond boy, Anthony was a tall dark haired beast of a man. I was small, whereas Anthony stood around six foot two. I had a slight build, whereas Anthony was made of solid thick rippling muscles. I was smooth, whereas Anthony was covered all over in thick dark course hair. My hole twitched as soon as I saw his profile on Adam4adam. I had just finished my classes for the day was had logged on to see if any of my usual hookups were online for that night when I saw him on the New Member’s page. “ItalianTop34” his screen name read and below it a picture of his perfectly sculpted chest and stomach. I stared at the thumbnail for a long moment taking in the dark nipples the dark hair swirling down out of frame. I felt my hole twitching eagerly. I clicked on his picture and started reading: he was 34 years old, six foot two, two hundred and twenty pounds, and most impressively of all, a total top, with a nine inch cock. I typed a quick message to him, complimenting his picture and telling him to hit me up sometime, after hovering over the send button my hole gave another powerful twitched and I clicked send. For the next twenty minutes I chatted with a few regular fuck buddies making some tentative plans for later, tried to start on a paper for my European Literature class until I heard that familiar buzz from the a4a in box and pulled the website back up. It was him. My heart skipped a beat as I opened his message and read “hey there kid, cute pics, what brings you on here tonight?” I typed hurriedly: “looking for some fun tonight, need something to distract me from these papers.” Not a whole minute later: “a distraction? what sort of distraction?” We carried on like that for a few more messages culminating in him giving me his address. “Be there in an hour” was my last message to him. I quickly ran to the bathroom and cleaned up, getting ready to take his massive cock. My heart was pounding and my stomach seemed to be bouncing. I always get that feeling when I know a big cock is in my near future. Twenty minutes later I dashed out of my apartment in a pair of basket ball shorts, no underwear, of course, (a good bottom doesn’t need underwear), and a plain white t-shirt. I jumped in my car and drove the twenty minutes to his place. For a brief moment I sat in the car looking at the red brick building before rushing up to the little side door he had told me to use. His apartment was on the fourth floor at the top of the building and right inside the white painted door was a staircase leading up to his doorway. I knocked quickly and then stepped back waiting. I heard movement on the other side of the door and then it swung open quickly revealing Anthony for the first time in the flesh. He stood there in the door way in just a pair of running shorts, not the long kind people wear now but the short ones from the 80’s, a thing sheen of sweat seemed to glisten on his massive chest, there was about a day's worth of beard growing on his square jaw, but now standing in front of him it was his eyes that struck me the most. They were the brightest blue I had ever seen in someone’s eyes and they shown out like two brilliant pools from under his thick dark brow. He smiled, “Well you really didn’t wanna write that paper did you boy, you’re twenty minutes early. I went for a quick run before you came over, makes me last longer,” even this brief mention of sex was enough to make my hole twitch again and my cock begin to harden, “and I was gonna take a shower for yah, but now you’re here. Guess you could have a seat and wait for me to go get cleaned up.” “Oh no that’s alright,” I stammered. I don’t know why but the faint smell of manly sweat that was wafting from him into the hall way was making my cock begin to grow even harder. Anthony noticed, he chuckled and said “Look at you, springing wood on the stairs. You must really want this,” and with that he grabbed his meaty cock though the running shorts pressing its impressive profile against the thin fabric. Even soft the thickness of his cock was amazing and I was now hard as a rock all 6.5 inches of me straining against my shorts. “Come in kid,” he said stepping aside to let me in. He closed the door behind me, and then led the way down a narrow hall to the first room, the living room. It was nice with a big couch a few chairs a massive built in bookcase one wall and a giant television on the other. Anthony grabbed a remote off the coffee table and clicked it in the direction of the television which began to hum to life. “You want a beer?” he asked. “Sure,” I replied. “Have a seat. I’ll bring them through.” He left and I sat down on the massive couch looking at the television which now showed the symbol for some network connection and then after a moment of processing an image sprung up on the screen. A boy about my age was on his back on a hotel bed while a man old enough to be his father pounded the boy’s hole. The moans of the boy could be heard around the room from the surround sound system. I watched as two more men came into frame and one of them pushed his fat cock down the boy’s throat and the other moved round to where the first man was still plowing the boy. The first man seemed to get the hint and pulled out so that the new man could take his place inside the bottom. Then I realized I was watching bareback porn. I suddenly felt hot. My hole twitched, and my cock throbbed. I had never watched bareback porn before on principal and I was suddenly kicking myself for it. The boy writhed as the new man began to force is raw cock into his hole but soon enough the new man as pounding away with the same gusto as the first man. It was around this time that I slid my hand down the front of my shorts, spread my legs and began to rub my hole. I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Anthony with two beers in his hands smiling at me. God how long had he been there watching me feel up my own hole to his porn. Looking back that had probably been part of his plan, to get me even more horned up with bareback porn, but how was I to know that at the time? Chuckling, Anthony walked over with the two beers and, although the couch could seat four, he sat down next to me, presumably so he could stretch his big arm around as he sat down. I suddenly found myself engulfed in that same manly smelly and it was intoxicating. I breathed deeply a few times and then turned so that my noise was right next to his pit and took a deep whiff. “You are quite the pig boy. First you’re so excited for cock you get here early, then I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re going at your hole and now it’s all you can do to keep from sticking you whole face in my sweaty stinking pit. Well go on boy, get in there and get a good taste.” He took his arm from around me and held it over his head exposing his thick bushy pits. After the very briefest of hesitations I dove in, first just sniffing and then sticking my tongue in and licking all over tasting the sweet salt of his sweat. I must have gone at his pit for five minutes. I was so entranced with the smell and the taste that I didn’t notice that he had lowered his hand until I felt his fingers sliding down the back of my shorts. As soon as I felt one of his digits graze my hole I pulled my head from his pit, rocked my body forward to give him better access and buried my head in his crotch. I could feel his cock beginning to swell and press against the little shorts and before he had even worked one finger inside me the head had slipped out of one of the legs of his shorts. I quickly engulfed his cock head and began to make out with the uncut monster that would soon change my life forever. I felt one and then two fingers slide inside my hole and begin to stretch me out. After a few minutes he pulled his fingers out of my ass and brushed me away from his cock. “Strip,” he ordered. Hurriedly I stood up and tossed my t-shirt off into a corner and quickly shucked my shorts off as well. After looking at me for what seemed like forever Anthony smiled and slid his own shorts off. Although I had had had his cockhead in my mouth, I was still not prepared for what I saw: that massive beautiful piece of dark uncut Italian meat that sprung up and pressed against his furry abs. I whimpered as I looked at it, yearning to have it inside of me again. “Well don’t just stand there and look at it, start sucking boy.” I fell to my knees and Anthony grabbed his beer and sat back. Opening my mouth wide I began to work as much as I could of that monster into my mouth as quickly as I could. Anthony for his part just say back and drank his beer while I hooked his cock down. Once I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat I swallowed deeply and felt it slide down my throat, Anthony moaned loudly. I worked his cock like that until he finished his beer, sometimes deep throating it sometimes pulling back and working the shaft of his big low hanging balls. All the while in the background I could here the noises of that boy being bred by those three men and it made me even hornier. So by the time Anthony finally finished his beer and pulled me up off of his cock I had reached bitch in heat horny. The combination of his sweaty musk, the boy being bred on the television and the prospect of having that amazing cock sliding into my boy hole slightly had turned me into a cockhound. “You ready for me to work that hole,” he asked me, holding onto both sides of my face while he did. I just nodded. “Go behind the couch and bend over. I want you to watch this next video coming up while I eat your sweet boy-cunt.” I had never heard it called that before, but I liked it. I dashed behind the couch and bent over with my chest resting on the back and my arms hanging over. Anthony took his sweet time walking round, first starting another video from what seemed to be a massive porn archive. Just before the video began I felt a hot wet tongue pressing against me hole and arched my back. The image of another boy appeared on the screen. He had that blissful, fucked-out look that can only come to a bottom from servicing tops who need them. The camera was held by the top and he zoomed in on his raw cock siding into the boys now slack and cum covered hole. I gasped as Anthony had just slid his tongue inside me. I began to thrust back against him. The boy on the screen was moaning in ecstasy as the top’s fat cock stretched his already sloppy boy-cunt. As Anthony started to add fingers into the mix I thought for the first time 'God I’m jealous of that boy'. I heard moment behind me and felt Anthony remove his tongue and fingers but I was too engrossed with watching the fat cock pound cum out of the boy’s hole to look behind me. Then at the same moment several things happened. I felt a slight pressure on my hole, the camera on screen changed positions for a second and I saw that the top pounding this boy into oblivion was no other then the one who not three seconds ago had been eating my hole, and lastly I felt my hole explode inwards as Anthony slammed his massive tool home. I let out a scream, and tried to turn and face him but he held me firm and kept his cock in place. We both stood like that for a moment while I caught my breath again. “Please tell me you put a condom on?” I spluttered through racked breaths. “I only fuck raw kid. If you would have read my profile more carefully instead of just looking at the pictures you would know that.” And with that he began to pull out and then just as suddenly as the first time slammed back in. My hole stretched quickly under his assault, and just as quickly I began to feel waves of pleasure with each thrust so powerful that I forgot all about the condom. The boy on the video was gasping and moaning just like I was as I clung to the sofa for support. It was just as things started to feel good that I realized something felt different about this fuck. I realized it wasn’t just that my hole was being stretched wider then probably ever before, but I felt more in tune with Anthony - as he pounded me I felt like I could feel every bump and twist in his massive cock. I knew that it was because his cock was in me raw, that I could feel all of it. I don’t know how I came to understand this, but I did. The video ended with Anthony shouting as he filled up the boy with his load. That will be me soon I though somewhere deep in my mind, and instead of panicking I was excited. I wanted him to fill me up, to dump his load in my boy-cunt. Anthony pulled out from my hole completely, leaving me gaping and empty. Then his face showed-up right next to mine. Fuck sweat running along his cheeks, “On the floor boy. Now that you know your place as a raw bottom, it's time to teach you how to be a cumdump.” His strong hands knocked me to the ground and I positioned myself on my back, my feet resting on his shoulders. He wasted no time in sliding his cock back inside my now loose sloppy cunt. And then the pounding began again, sometimes slowly and sometimes like he was trying to break up concrete. As drops of sweat fell from him landing all over my body, his gaze never left mine. He told me what a sweet hole I had and how when he was done with it I would really be a bottom boy like I was meant to be. I just whimpered and moaned like the boy in the video. Suddenly he stopped, his cock buried balls deep in my hole, and said “Tell me what you want.” I was unsure of what to say, so I gasped, “I want you to pound my hole.” “No boy, tell me what you really need, tell me what you need for this fat raw cock up your cunt.” His load, that was what I wanted. Ever sense I had seen the boy in the second video being bred by the magnificent cock that was currently pulsing deep inside my ass. “Your load,” I muttered. “I can’t hear you.” “I want your load. I want you to cum inside me.” “You want me to fill you with my spunk?” “Yes, fill me up!” “You wanna get bred, don’t you?” “Yes, please, breed me!” “Good boy.” And with that he resumed pounding but this time quicker and more animalistic. Every so often he would grunt out, “Tell me how much you want my load?” “More then anything" I would reply. After about ten more minutes of relentless fucking he half moaned half shouted, “You ready to become a cumdump?” “God yes.” “Good 'cause here come my load.” He slammed all the way into my ass and I could feel his cock pulsing as the cum rushed into my gut giving me a warm sticky feeling inside. Guys had cum in condoms while fucking me before but it was nothing like this. I had never felt so fulfilled sexually and yet so lustful at the same time. I knew I had served my purpose but I wanted more. Anthony rocked back and forth forcing my hole to milk every last drop of cum from my hole before he pulled his still rock hard cock out. I felt so empty as my legs fell from his shoulders and he stood up. I just lay there looking up at the Italian god who had just bred my hole, given me my first load. I reached back and felt my sloppy hole. Anthony had been right to call it a cunt and truly I no longer had a tight boy hole, but a wet sloppy loose cunt. And I loved it. I fingered myself a little, and then stuck my cummy fingers in my mouth and sucked. Anthony just watched, a smile of satisfaction on his face. After a few moments I made to get up but Anthony said “Just lay there for a minute, I’m not done with you yet.” He left the room and I went back to fingering my messy hole. I could hear that Anthony was on the phone for a moment and then I heard what sounded like typing and then another phone call, a bit more typing and then silence. Then he was back, still hard as a rock with a big grin on his face. “Damn boy, you’re just going to town aren’t you?” I stopped for a moment and bushed. I has been so intrigued by my new sloppy hole that I hadn’t noticed that I had shoved in four fingers as deep as they would go and was now pounding away. “Get those fingers out of there so I can give you another load before your evening really gets going, boy.” I didn’t know what he meant about 'my night getting going' but I did know that I wanted his cock back inside of me, as well as more of his warm hot cum, so I pulled my fingers out of my ass cleaned the off in my mouth and rolled over onto all fours presenting him with my still gaping hole. He chuckled, squatted down behind me and easily slid his fat cock inside and began pounding away again. Just as Anthony was really picking up steam and I could tell that my second load of the night was on its way there was a firm knock on the door. Anthony paused for a moment to shout “It’s open,” before returning to pounding me....

I was blessed with good genetics. My father was German and my mother was Polish. I came out with blond hair, deep blue eyes, round face with a strong jaw, my mothers cheekbones, my Dad's small nose and his tendency to a solid tight build with a minimum of effort, and apparently, the German tendency towards having a big dick, or maybe that's from my mother's side of the family, I don't know. My only regret is I'm not real tall, clocking in at a smidge over 5'8", but it serves me pretty good. And at 140 pounds I have a tight body. Guys seem to dig me, which is great. All throughout high school I kept trying to get with girls and kept getting shot down because I wasn't 'tall, dark, and handsome. It did a number on my self-esteem for a few years until I discovered guys in Grade 11. I was 18, perpetually horny, not getting any, and this guy hit on me at a rave. and I went for it. The sex, as I look back, probably wasn't all that great but for me it was life-changing. I ditched the bitches and made the switch, as some might say. I say I found myself that night. Now I'm making up for lost time and hit a rave just about every weekend. I can always find a hot guy to go home with at the parties. The local rave moves around every weekend and you have to be connected to get the location. I made sure to give the right guys my ass to ensure being connected enough to get the location. The events of this particular weekend would change my life forever. So, anyway I am at this weeks events, it's Saturday night and I'm just having a great time . I'm a little high (not that I do junk or anything, I might drop some E now and then, maybe smoke a joint and always tossed back a few drinks). I spot this cute guy, about my age, kind of short like me. He's got his shirt off and -- damn -- he's got a tight body on him. Real nice. Short hair not a buzz cut and long sideburns. He's got a couple tattoos, one along the inside of his right forearm but I can't see what it is, a small tat over his left nipple and one between his shoulder blades. Trust me, asking a dude about his tattoos is always a good opening line so I went over to him and asked him about his tats. He showed them to me. Pretty hot, I told him. He broke into this wide grin, his dark eyes lit up, and he asked me if I meant the tattoo or him. I said both. He asked me if I wanted to dance and I said sure. We're getting pretty sexy up there, with him gyrating up against me and rubbing his crotch up against my butt and his hands are all over me. We pulled each other in close and kissed hard, and pretty soon his tongue is dueling with mine. He's got me pushed up against this wall with his tongue all the way down my throat and his hand over my jeans massaging my growing cock. He was wearing these white beach pants with a tie waist and I had the tie undone and my hand wrapped around his dick down inside them. Things were heating up between us and a few guys were watching us. This weeks rave was being held in an old warehouse. They had used this warehouse before so I knew the layout. I grabbed his hand, led him back in behind the DJ and down a set of stairs. I had his shirt off and those beach pants sliding down over his ass in no time and I'm pressed up against him, necking. I ditched my shirt and pulled down his beach pants. He kicked off his flip-flops and stepped out of the beach pants so he was totally naked. Fucking hot little stud muffin, too. Damn! I got down on my knees and started sucking his cock as he leaned up against the wall. He starts talking real dirty which got me pretty worked up and I was already worked up. He pulled me to my feet and helped me out of my jeans. Now he was on his knees sucking my cock down in front of me as I braced my hands up against the wall. He sure seemed to love sucking dick, almost as much as me. So there we are, bare-assed naked, in the back stair area as I could feel his legs tremble from the strain of squatting but he didn't stop or get up, he just reached back and braced a hand against the wall behind him and kept right on sucking. He then stood up and leaning forward whispered in my ear that he was going to fuck me. I nodded agreeing that I wanted him to fuck me too. I turned around and leaned forward, bracing my hands up against the way and stuck my ass out. This stud wasted no time in eating my hole. He had me moaning like a bitch in heat that hadn't been fucked in years. He stood up, slapped my ass and rubbed his cock along my ass crack. I was caught up in the heat of the moment it never dawned on me if he put a rubber on. He grabbed my hips and began to slowly slid his raw cock inside my ass. Man oh man, feeling his dick pop through was great. I love getting fucked anyway, big time, but this was such a rush fucking right there in the warehouse where the rave was taking place, basically, down a short set of stairs from the DJ,, and knowing there was a club full of maybe a thousand people just about 10 feet away. I just felt a rush shoot all through me as soon as his cock slid into my ass and I shoved my ass back against him. This hottie knew how to fuck a guy too. He'd fuck into me real slow, teasing me, then pulling out a bit, then ease back in until I was grunting and grinding my ass back, begging for a real fuck from him. I could tell he was loving it. Then he'd pull out completely then pop back in a few times. By then my ass ring was starving for some hard friction. Finally, he grabs my hips and rams into me. Even over the loud music thumping just the stairs people must have heard me yell out Come on, fuck me harder. The dude is fucking the shit out of me by now and I'm totally off in the zone. We must have fucked for a good half hour back there, easy. I shot off up against the wall and he pounded harder and harder into me as he let me know he was seeding my ass (I never processed those words until later). He screamed out as he came, never slowing down he pace. He leaned in and kissed the back of my neck as he told me what a hot ass I had and that he was going to cum again. I was totally caught up in the heat of the moment. I didn't really know he never put a condom on and at that moment I didn't care. All I cared about was that I wanted every inch of his dick in side me . He tightened his grip on my hips as he plowed into my ass. It was at that moment that he leaned in again, kissed the back of my neck and whispered how hot it was to breed me with his poz load. It registered, I had let a total stranger fuck me and breed my ass with poz cum. At first I was terrified at the implications, but as he continued to fuck me like no man had ever before I didn't care. It was done and over with, nothing I can do about it now. And for some strange reason as I thought that my cock got so hard it hurt. I hope he can take a pounding from me some day.

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

Part 5 and the last chapter. Back home….Jake is waiting . The house was dark and silent. Jake sat in the club chair in the corner of their bedroom, a shadow in a room of shadows. It was midnight. The only light was the faint glow of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds, striping the floor. He'd been sitting there for hours, staring at the bedroom door, a glass of scotch sweating in his hand. He was wearing track pants and a tight black t-shirt, the fabric clinging to his chest. The alcohol was a warm, familiar hum in his veins, but it couldn't drown out the storm in his head. He was so angry he felt like he could shatter, but underneath the rage was a love so profound it terrified him. He loved Chad so much it felt like a physical part of him, and the thought of what he'd done, what he'd lost, was a knife twisting in his gut. Outside, the car pulled up. Heavy, lingering kisses were pressed against Chad's lips, sone from Asha, dark and possessive, then one from Andrew, surprisingly gentle. They sent him off with a soft "Go on," and Chad stumbled up the stairs to the house he shared with Jake, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The bedroom door squeaked open slowly. Chad pushed it into the dark room and dropped his luggage by the door. "Sorry," he blurted out, his voice cracking. "I love you." Jake remained silent, a statue in the corner. Chad could see his silhouette, the shape of him in the chair. He shrugged off his coat, then his sweater, letting them fall to the floor. The silence was deafening. Jake slowly set his glass down on the small table beside him. When he finally spoke, his voice was thick, choked with emotion. "I love you so much it hurts." As he said the words, he felt a confusing, traitorous heat bloom in his groin. His cock began to harden, pressing insistently against the soft fabric of his track pants. He wasn't wearing underwear. The mix of profound love and searing anger was a potent, painful aphrodisiac. "But I'm so mad at you," he said, his voice rising. "Don't come near me." He stood up, his shadow looming larger. "Take off all your clothes." Chad flinched at the shout, shocked by the sudden shift in tone. He hesitated for only a second before his trembling fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. "That's it, you slut," Jake snarled, his voice raw. "Get fucking naked." Chad's face burned with embarrassment as he quickly shed the rest of his clothes, standing naked and vulnerable in the center of the room. "Take off those cum-soaked underwear, too," Jake commanded, pointing at the briefs still pooled around Chad's ankles. Chad kicked them away. "Now turn around," Jake's voice was a low growl. "Get on all fours on the floor. Spread your ass cheeks. I want to see that hole." Humiliated, Chad did as he was told, sinking to his hands and knees and reaching back to pull himself open. A little bit of cum, a mixture of all three men, leaked out and trickled down his thigh. "Whose cum is that?" Jake's voice was dangerously quiet. "Asha's? Andrew's? Someone else's?" "Both," Chad whispered, his face pressed into the carpet. "Push it out, Chad. Let me see." Chad bore down, and more of the fluid leaked from his used hole. Jake's heart was pounding, his cock now fully, painfully hard. He walked over and stood over Chad. "I love you so much, Chad," he said, the words a tortured confession. He looked down and saw the obvious outline of his erection straining against his pants. He took a deep breath. "Lay flat on your stomach on the floor. Spread your legs." Chad complied, his body trembling. Jake pulled down his track pants, freeing his thick, uncut cock. He kicked his pants away and knelt, then lowered himself on top of Chad, his weight a familiar, comforting pressure. "I love you," Jake whispered into Chad's ear. "I love you, too," Chad sobbed into the carpet. "Really?" Jake asked, his voice breaking as he positioned his cock at Chad's entrance. "You really love me?" He pushed inside, the entry slow, gentle, a stark contrast to his earlier fury. He fucked Chad with a slow, hard rhythm, each thrust a question and an answer. "I love you, Chad," Jake repeated, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you," Chad chanted back, his tears soaking into the rug. With a final, deep push, Jake came, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into his boyfriend. He didn't pull out. He stayed on Chad's back, his weight pinning him down, his arms wrapped around Chad's chest, holding him as if he might disappear. He held him for what seemed like forever, two broken pieces of a whole, clinging to each other in the dark. Jake's weight was a solid, grounding force on Chad's back. After an eternity, he slowly pushed himself up, his arms trembling slightly. He looked down at Chad, at the mess of tear-streaked face and sweat-soaked hair. "I can smell them on you," Jake said, his voice quiet but clear, devoid of its earlier anger. It was a statement of fact, not an accusation. "I'm mad because I love you. I'm so mad because I only want you for myself. I want you to move in. I love you." The words hung in the air, a raw, desperate plea. Before Chad could fully process them, Jake was getting up, his movements stiff. He walked into the bathroom without looking back, and the sound of the shower starting filled the silence. Chad pushed himself up from the floor, his body aching. He found his robe on the back of the door and wrapped it around himself, sinking down to sit on the carpet in the dark. He hugged his knees to his chest, his mind a whirlwind of guilt, relief, and a confusing, powerful love. When Jake finished, he walked out of the bedroom without a word. Chad listened to his footsteps on the stairs. He waited a few minutes, then got up and took his own quick shower, the hot water washing away the physical evidence of the night, but not the emotional turmoil. He put his robe back on, his cock already hardening again with a nervous, hopeful energy, and made his way downstairs. Jake was in the living room, standing by the fireplace. He had two glasses of red wine in his hands. He looked up as Chad entered, his expression unreadable in the soft light. Chad walked over, his heart pounding. He took one of the glasses from Jake's hand. "I love you," he said, his voice firm. "I want to stay here living with you" A slow, beautiful smile spread across Jake's face. It was the first genuine smile Chad had seen from him in what felt like a lifetime. He sat down on the couch, and Chad sat right beside him, wrapping his arms around Jake and kissing him gently. Jake's cock was hard, a solid ridge pressing against Chad's leg through their robes. The contact sent a jolt of desire through him. Jake set both glasses on the coffee table, the crystal clinking softly. He turned back to Chad, and they were kissing again, this time with a desperate, passionate intensity. It went on for several minutes, a silent conversation of forgiveness and longing. Jake's hands began to roam, his touch growing more insistent. "I love you so much," Jake murmured against Chad's lips. He shifted, lying back on the couch, pulling Chad with him. Chad climbed on top, his knees on either side of Jake's hips. They could feel their hard cocks pressing together through the thick terry cloth of their robes. The friction was maddening. Chad struggled to find a comfortable position, his body awkward with need. With a frustrated sigh, he sat up and pulled off his robe, letting it fall to the floor. Jake was lying flat, his own robe still tied. He watched Chad, his eyes dark with desire. He reached down and undid the belt, parting the soft fabric to reveal his body. His chest was defined, with a light sprinkling of dark hair that tapered down to his flat stomach. His 7-inch uncut cock lay hard against his belly, the foreskin partially retracted. He was smiling, a soft, inviting smile. Chad laid back down on Jake's body, their skin touching for the first time that night. They kissed, a slow, deep, exploring kiss. "I want you to fuck me," Jake whispered, his voice thick with emotion. A single tear escaped from the corner of his eye, tracing a path through the hair at his temple. Excitement surged through Chad. He'd never fucked Jake before. He'd never even considered it. He lifted one of Jake's legs, draping it over his waist. He started by frotting, sliding his own hard cock against Jake's, the slick friction sending shivers through both of them. Then he spat into his hand, rubbing the saliva onto his fingers. He gently probed Jake's hole, his touch careful and reverent. He spat again, this time into his palm, and mixed it with the precum leaking from his own cock, coating his shaft. They stared at each other, their breathing heavy. Chad wanted to plow him, to take him with the same desperate force he'd felt all night, but he held back. He loved this man too much. He positioned himself and gently pushed in, entering him missionary style. The feeling was incredible. Jake was tight, hot, and he gasped as Chad filled him. Chad started to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. It wasn't rough; it was deep and intimate, a connection that went beyond the physical. "I love you, Chad," Jake breathed, his hands gripping Chad's arms. "I love you, too," Chad replied, his voice thick with emotion. The words, the connection, the feeling of being inside the man he loved—it was all too much. Chad felt his orgasm building, and he could tell Jake was close, too. With a final, deep thrust, Chad came, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into Jake. The feeling of Chad's pulsing release sent Jake over the edge, and he came as well, his own cum spattering between their chests. Chad collapsed on top of Jake, his body spent. He stayed inside him until he softened and finally plopped out. They didn't move. They lay there, holding each other in a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat and Jake's cum between them, and fell asleep just like that, exhausted and finally, completely, together. THE END

Absolutely Rimming might be more fun than sucking of the cock, I was born to eat Ass

Sorry, it's not going to be multi-chapter and it's going to be short, but I hope you all still like it (and please be kind, this is my first time writing something like this). I had just turned 40, and because of the economy, the lack of rebounding in my industry, I was forced to declare bankruptcy. I had lost everything. Thankfully though, I don't have kids, nor a spouse, so not having to worry about any court ordered responsibilities, but also without a house and nice car. I had just enough cash to buy a piece of crap car that was big enough for me to sleep in some nights and store my critical stuff. Other nights I would find the cheapest motel and take a shower and sleep. I kept thinking I needed to do something right quick before I totally plunged into homelessness and disappear forever. So, I started going to the library, accessing computers, submitting job apps, etc. Some days I would be a little, or a lot, spun when going and on those days, of course, my mind said fuck it, and I would sit in there on my phone for hours browsing the "apps" knowing I probably couldn't hook up because I couldn't host but just turning myself on for the hell of it I guess. So this one day in particular, I was at the library. It was around 430pm. I had checked in to a motel earlier and figured I would just spend a little bit of time on here. Once my phone hit the WIFI, it started going crazy with notifications, since I hadn't been on it for a few days. I dismissed most, but this one was intriguing. The profile picture was definitely that of a young twink. He said he was 18, in my mind, I said that if I meet up with this guy, I am checking his ID for sure. He was textbook twink, completely smooth, maybe 5'5" 115 pounds blond hair green eyes, looked to have some sort of Mediterranean in him because his color was white but you could see some natural olive tan coloring trying to shine through. He was so hot. I replied to his message and we started messaging back and forth. We messaged back and forth for about a week. During that time, I found out he was a total virgin, never once even touched or seen a cock other than his own, he hasn't shoved anything up his hole, oh, his hole. Oh my god! The pics of his ass (I requested he take them) were utter beauty. When he spread his cheeks for the camera, and the sight of that tiny puckered pink hole, my cock definitely shot a bunch of pre-cum into my shorts. He told me that he's been watching gay porn online, and that he's scared of getting a cock up his ass, but he for sure wanted to be fisted. I thought that was interesting, I never heard of a virgin wanting a fist, but kids these days, right? He found out about me that I pnp, mostly smoke crystal, I always bareback, I was poz undetectable, I love eating ass, and I knew I would fall in love eating his. So, we set up a meet. He apparently trusted me enough so far to not overstep his boundaries and all he wanted was to experience a tongue up his hole and then to be fisted for a few hours or so. We agreed we would not pnp since he wasn't ready to take on that level yet. I also told him to make sure to bring his drivers license. So, the day of, I got a cheap room, showered, got naked, etc. before he got there. I also prepped, by stripping the sheets off the bed, putting down towels, putting on porn that I had on this USB stick I plugged into the TV, and oh yea, the lube. Well, what he didn't know was that the lube I use comes from a special "factory" and this factory is exclusive to me and I run it. It involves getting a 3 ounce bottle of lube (yes, the small size), silicon based preferred, then crushing a bunch of crystal (like no less than 3.5 grams) and pouring it into the lube bottle, mixing it as best I can. Most, if not all, the time, it's easy for the top to not have to show the lube bottle to the other person, so I knew this would be fine and I would go undetected. So, 6:15pm, right on time to the minute, knock on my door, and I open it and I am face to face with the hottest boy I've seen for a long time. The picture attached to this post IS NOT HIM, but could seriously be his twin. As promised, without me asking, he already has his driver's license in his hand, and he showed it to me. He was legit, turned 18 one month prior to us meeting (and chatting) so I'm in the clear. I was already naked, he seemed excited, he stripped right away and we went to the bed. I ate that ass every which way I could, him on his back with legs pulled up, him bending over, and god he tasted so damn good. After about half hour, I was sensing he wanted what he came for, and that was to be fisted. By this time, my cock is drooling, I so bad wanted to just shove it in his hole full on and let him stew on it, but I promised, and I'm a man of my word, well, sort of. So I start lubing up my hand with my special lube. I showed him my baby syringe posing as a lube shooter and me filling it with lube straight from the bottle and then into his hole (did that 3 times). Then I started rubbing and playing with his hole with my fingers, working them in and starting to stretch him open. I could tell he was nervous, he kept trying to clinch and push everything out, but I held fast, knowing in just a matter of minutes, the crystal would start working and his pussy would start to relax. So about 10 minutes later, I had already injected more lube into his cunt with my shooter two times, and was up to my wrist, and I just started rotating inside him, when he just blurts out "Oh my fucking god! This is so amazing, I never knew it could feel this good!!!" Naturally, I'm thinking, "hah bitch, if this crystal wasn't in this shit, you would be screaming in pain" because he was still damn fucking tight. But I figure, he has no way to know he's been loaded with crystal because he's never done it, so of course he is relating the feelings he is getting directly because of my fist. So, with that encouragement, I step it up. After about an hour, I've used just about half the bottle of lube, so basically 1.75 grams have been shoved in his pussy. I'm up to about 2 inches below my elbow. I've never had anyone moan like how he was moaning in pure pleasure. He was definitely in another place. His eyes were open yet they were definitely not able to see anything unless I brought him out of his high, his mouth was open showing his beautiful teeth, and the only thing coming out of it was moans. I would ask him easy questions, and you could tell he wanted to respond, but he couldn't, he was so far up in cloud based pleasure heaven that he forgot how to speak. So I just kept going, I wanted to go past my elbow, and judging by him, I am sure he wanted me to as well. And of course, I had one more surprise for him. I had on my USB stick a few really really hot porn vids that were totally homemade of an older guy working on a twink's ass, going from an intense fisting to bareback fucking and breeding, and the camera had focused on the pussy like the entire time. Each one was only like 10 mins in length, perfect amount of time until a twink will get bored of a video and want to change it. So once I got to my elbow, I put 4 of these vids on the playlist as next to play, and when the first one started, I watched his eyes, and he was hooked. His entire focus was on the tv. During the first 3 vids, I think I used up another 1/4 of the lube bottle, so he's up to like just over 2.5 grams in his pussy and it's been about 2 1/2 hours. He is now flying to heights he never even knew existed and wanting more as he kept pushing back on my hand. I knew it was now, the 3rd vid was just about to end, the top was about a minute away from exploding deep into his boy's cunt. I pull out my hand, I pour the remaining lube into his pussy, I scoop a lil bit and rub it on my cock, and before he was able to register I took my hand out, I had my totally raw, hard as fuck, dripping cock balls deep in that hot tight relaxed crystal loaded pussy and I was the one who almost passed out from the feeling his stretched cunt was giving my cock. As the video was showing the boy's hole dripping cum out of it, I was fully lodged and started a slow rhythm trying to mimic that pace my hand was at so his brain wouldn't register the swap. The 4th video starts and I knew it was about 7 minutes before the top has his cock buried, and so I wanted to time it to when the top buried his cock, my boy would realize my cock was buried in him. As final encouragement for him, the next video was an hour long compilation of twink holes being filled with daddy cum, to fully get his brain into it. So, as the short of amount of time tick by, I start quickening my pace, I am always going balls deep on the in stroke and I let the crown of my mushroom head to pop out on the out stroke to make sure his ring feels it every time back and forth. In about a minute is the plunge if you will, and so I tell him "boy, you are so fucking hot, I need to fuck you so bad!" Like 10 seconds before the top in the video plunged his cock in, my boy was able to turn his head and eyes to mine and all he could muster was "please Daddy" in just over a whisper. Oh my god, those were the most beautiful words I ever heard. Right before the top plunges in, I pull completely out so we are in sync, and as he plunges in balls deep full on, I'm doing the same. Both boys moan like you've never heard before, in total drug loaded pleasure. I last about 10 minutes, which was like the 5th scene in the compilation, so my boy had seen holes get bred and cum dripping out 4 times so far. His pussy wanted it, it was squeezing me so much, and whenever he tried touching his own cock, I shoved his hands away. I finally couldn't hold back, I knew I was gonna cum huge, and sure enough, without announcing to him, I lost control and my cock got so thick and bam, I shot the biggest load deep in his cunt that it hurt my balls. My cock spasmed 9 times shooting cum out. His cock shot hands free a massive load all over his chest and face, as only an 18 year old can do. With my cock still spasming inside him, I bent over him so we were chest to chest, and I just laid on top of him letting my orgasm take control of my body and let me enjoy it. He passed out (but was fine, and breathing, so was totally safe) from the shear pleasure overload from the drugs and we fell asleep for about an hour. I woke up first. I kissed his little mouth, and pulled out, and started to clean him up. Well, I actually tongued his hole before he woke up to get his and my taste on my tongue. I had him all cleaned up by the time he woke up. I had him cuddled and he turns his neck and looks at me and said something like he did not want to leave and said thank you. I told him go back to sleep, and we had until 11am until checkout to be naked and chill with each other. So we fell back asleep. My dreams were crazy, I dreamt that he became my boy forever and stuff like that. I mean, of course, I was so into him, and so into teaching him. I woke up around 8am, pushing those dreams aside, knowing reality was right around the corner. I left him a note saying I went to get some food, and I would be right back, and when I got back in the room, he was awake, and was in the shower. When he got out, he drops a bomb on me. What he told me had me going nuts. He told me that 6 months ago, both his parents, who had a shitload of money, died travelling somewhere, and left him this 5 bedroom house, in the greatest part of town. He said if I don't believe him, look out the window and see that brand new BMW M-5 sitting there, that was his, and he chirped the alarm to validate that. I felt for him, I was like, sorry to hear he lost his folks. He says, "no, that's not why I am telling you this. I am telling you this, because, you took me to a place last night I never knew I could go to and here I am, awake and safe, and I want more and more and I want you to move in to my house and be my daddy forever." Now, who the hell am I to say no to something like that? Especially given my bankrupt ass. I tell him I of course agree, on a few conditions. I definitely need a new car, he will belong to me, and nobody else unless we mutually agree (like a 3 way), and I don't want to work. He chuckles, and next thing I know, we are at the Audi dealer, and he is writing a check for this $80,000 brand new Audi for me. To this day, I still do not work, he's my boy, and yes, we fuck guys all the time, but always together. I charged up his hole with my poz cum enough times finally it took, which is what he wanted, and there's no sign of any of this changing. To this day, we both think of that first night so much and how it changed both our lives for the better. -------------------------------------- Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

Me and my wife are Bisexual swinger's and have a polygamous family lol. I get gangbanged with my wife, my kids mom, and my wife's aunt and cousin a few times a week. I absolutely love waking up to a room full of guys taking turns fucking her or shooting there loads on me.

I learned to enjoy being on all 4's in the dark room and accept any cock that wanted my hole. the feeling of a totally anon cock breeding me in that situation is the biggest turn on for me.

I learned that a bathhouse is the quickest way to a fuck. Everyone there is looking for the same thing, no need to be on an app going back and forth to set up a meet and fuck…it’s where I learned I can fuck multiple times, receive multiple cocks and loads throughout a session. It’s where I learned to be a cumslut, cockwhore, give my ass up to anyone..however I’d sometimes be that bitch who’d not share my cock and load to others. I would become a greedy cock and cumslut, the more cock I took.

In my early thirties I started visiting the baths and found that I liked being slutty, breeding and getting bred with many guys. I learned that I liked nothing better than breeding a hole when my own hole was leaking multiple loads.

Learned, that I waited for to long to become a regular at one. Found I am able to be my natural cumdump whore self there

I learned that I waited too long, I knew I had very few inhibitions about sticking my dick in another guys ass or letting another guy stick their dick in my ass., but had never been able to find so many willing partners in such a short time. I fucked and was fucked literally in less than 10 minutes of setting foot in a bathhouse for the 1st time.

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

I think Rio by far. San Paulo is a close second. I have been to Cartagena and didn't get the sexual vibe I found in Brazil. What I liked about Brazil is there were locations, like bathhouses, where all type of guys were available - the racial mix was from blonde with light eyes to dark, dark black. No matter your taste, you could find it in Brazil.

love daddies with a big cock barracking me all night raw and high

Neat and trimmed.}

Part 19; Tom carried on stroking my boy, the sides of his torso, his back, rubbing his pert round Bubble ASS cheeks. He fell to his knees and started stroking his legs, up and down. My pup looked over at me, and I gave him the thumbs up. He pushed. A small amount of what I am sure was cum began to dangle from his cunt between his upper thighs. It just swung to and fro. Tom got back up and continued stroking my pups healthy tort upper body and that sweet Bubble ASS. I could tell Tom was starting to get aroused as his limp pierced Dick started to become erect. He began licking my boys spine and pushing his Bubble ASS outwardly. He firmly grabbed his hips and pulled forcefully, forcing my boy to take a few steps back. He repeated this again, leaving my pups paws to slide down the wall, and his torso to me more at of a right angle. I was going to put my pup in the sling for Tom having spent a while perving at him groping my boy, but he had suddenly flipped the game over. He kept on pushing pups Bubble ASS outwardly, then I could see he was penetrating him. He grabbed onto his hips, and started fucking, and looked over at me, continuing to fuck! Keeping his gaze fixed on me he removed his executioners hood. He knew he looked very sick, and he got off on showing me his drawn sunken face, alongside his skinny pale body pounding my sexy healthy young pup. The power that Death has over Life! I got up... 'On all 4's my sweet pup'. Tom and pup knelt down together quite successfully without Tom losing his penetrative grip. I looked at Tom and smiled... 'Fuck him mate. FUCK him! And give him everything you have got'. As said earlier, this sweet 23 year old and I had this instant bond, thus, instantly very close. As Tom pounded him we looked into each others eyes. No one had ever looked at me like that before. A real intimacy. His expression was so soft, warm and tender. And I am sure I was mirroring back exactly the same. We kissed tenderly as Tom carried on pounding my pups sweet cunt. 'Hey Keith'. 'Wha' 'I'm about to cum inside your boy'. He gritted his teeth, scrunched up his face, and grunted as he spewed his toxic jizz up my pups defenseless cunt. I held onto his face, continuing to gently kiss him. 'Daddy, can we go to your bed. I'm tired'. 'Ok son'. ... Part 20 to follow ...

Part 16; 'Med resistant!?' Exclaimed Tom, quizzically. I nodded towards Seth... 'WelCUM our new brother'. My new boy did as he was told and started slowly licking the tip of my Dick, slowly licking up my shaft. Someone had taught this young man well. He got to my KS Lesion and started to pay it close attention, staying on that spot, licking it over and over. Of course, he didn't know what it was. But there was plenty of other time to tell him more about his new Daddy. 'Stand up and lean on that wall pushing away with your hands, spread your legs and stick your sweet ASS out, son'. Matt looked up at me, smiled, and said... 'Yes Daddy' I pulled his boxer short style shorts over his beefy twink Hispanic ASS, to just below his hips. I stood back, and between myself, Seth, and Rob, we oggled and perved. I went back and pulled his shorts all the way to his ankles, and spanked each ASS cheek several times. I stood back again, the 3 of us perving like a trio of depraved Demons. 'Get on all 4's son'. 'Yes Daddy'. 'Now arch that ASS out'. 'Yes Daddy'. I climbed in between his legs, and started to Rim his sweet tasting smooth hole. I inserted two fingers. Despite G & T, and having been fucked twice already today (previous owner Jim, and now his new Daddy) he felt tight! I located his prostate and applied light pressure, moving my fingers in a circling motion, steadily increasing the pressure. Rob knelt in front of Matt and once again was in receipt of a young talented tongue with sweet plump lips. He whimpered as I applied further pressure to his prostate. I pulled out, stood up, and said to Seth; 'All yours mate. You've waited a long time for this. ENJOY'. At first he looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. He soon realised he could now do what he wanted, and with that realisation he swiftly got in between my boys legs, lubed his Dick with spit, and penetrated, and there was no starting off slow, he from the get go was fucking hard and fast. I went to sit next to Jim. 'Tom, sit on the lav will you mate, I want to have a word with Jim'. I sat down, and looked over at my new boy getting spit roasted. Seth was like a rabbit, piston fucking with full on stamina. I guess it must be all that swimming had got him in tip top shape. Jim was off his face. Not in control now! 'You see Jim, it is very healthy to share. And look how Happy my boy is having a good time, all because his new Daddy is Happy to shares his possessions'. Tom and I sat there for a while, watching, stroking our Dicks. Seth although fucking fast, and he hadn't stopped, boy he has stamina, he somehow suddenly picked up a gear, his breathing was becoming erratic and he was making weird primitive noises. He thrust his head back and his fast fucking slowed right down to short powerful thrusts. He was CUMMING! Each time he ejaculated his Med resistant Demon seed he'd thrust in very hard, then pulling part way out he'd thrust in hard again, and so on, grunting in a way as though he Hated Matt! I got up and said; 'Rob, can you come with me, give me a hand with something?' 'Sure'. He got up and we both made our way up the stairs. 'When am I gonna get to fuck your new boy? I'm busting to breed his ASS'. 'Patience Rob, you'll get your chance'. We both smirked. 'Get the twink from the sling, take off the 'Fist Mitts', and put him in the bath of piss for me would you mate, cheers'. I went around gathering bits and pieces, and went to the upstairs bathroom. Rob was pissing all over the now ravaged twink. I asked Rob to restrain his wrists whilst I took his ankles and restrained them in a 'Leg Spreader', padlocking him in. There he was, lying in the bath of piss, fisted, fucked, USED, slammed, still gagged, and available to now be pissed on'. 'Right Rob, let's go an see my new boy'.

I had just turned 23. My buds and I drove out to New Orleans for the weekend to celebrate. We booked rooms at the Hilton on Canal Street. I had never been to the Big Easy and was terribly excited. We did the whole "Ghost tour" thing and I had my fortune told in a little store on St. Anne just south of Bourbon St., and we drank, and drank, and drank, and did I mention that we DRANK? On our third night there we all decided to go out and explore the city on our own. Jeff and Paul had met these two girls at a bar last night who agreed to go out on a date with them. Phillip wanted to tour the Garden District, and Randy was invited to some rave party. I was left to my own devices for the night. I took a shower and started picking through my clothes. I decided on a pair of ripped jeans and a blue button down shirt. As I walked, not paying much attention as to where I was going, I found myself in need of a drink. Thirst had hit me and as I looked around I saw a little place called Rawhides and went inside. I ordered a rum and coke and sat at the bar, the bartender was really nice so I left him a good tip. When I started looking around I noticed there were more guys than girls in the place, and when my attention came to the overhead televisions I learned why. The big giant dick on the screen told me everything I needed to know. "Oh well, enjoy your drink James." I said to myself. After all, I had been curious about what sex with another man would be like. My friends would rag on me and give me hell if they ever found out, and I know that if I ever said I was gay they would be totally cool with it. Hell, this is New Orleans, the gay capital of the south. "Hi!" said a voice off to my right. When I looked over to greet this stranger my eyes fell on the greek Adonis! Big, burly, chiseled. This guy had to be at least 6'8", and 190 lbs. He had beautiful short, curly, dark brown hair. A little shading of beard on his face. A thick patch of hair showing on his chest from where his shirt was undone. Biceps that looked as if they could crush a car in under three seconds. Broad shoulders. And a very nice size package pressing against the inside of his jeans. This man was the physical manifestation of sex! A walking, living, god among men, and he is talking to me! Me, the 5'7", brown haired, brown eyed boy who barely reaches 170 lbs fully dressed. I am not a bad looking guy, but I would describe myself as being more average than anything else. "Hello." I said, giving him a casual friendly smile. "My name's Patrick. This your first time here?" "I'm James, and yes actually. I been walking the quarter all night and I got lost and thirsty so I walked into here to get a drink and rest my feet a bit." "Well James I am glad you came in tonight. It's nice to see a new face here every once in a while." His smile was sincere. In my mind I found myself begging him to fuck my ass until I passed out! I had never thought I would actually be seriously wishing to have another man shove his cock up my ass. I was so totally drawn to him. Then a large pop caught my attention and I looked away from Patrick for a moment to find the cause of the sound and to quickly compose myself. Perhaps I looked away too long? I don't know what guys do with guys in places like this. Do I need to talk about my shoe size or something? "I have an idea." he said, "Why don't you finish your drink and then we can go back to my place. Its just around the block." "That sounds like a good idea to me." Oh god, this stud is inviting me back to his place! And I agreed!!! Well it was just an invite to his place, maybe we are going to just watch porn and jack each other off or something. I need a drink! After about three minutes or so of chit chat and looking Patrick's body over, I downed my drink entirely and said "Lets go." We started walking down the street alone, and then.. .. .. .. .. BLACK!!! When I came too I was a little dizzy at first. I wanted to rub my eyes but my arms were stuck above my head. When I felt my wrists with my hands I discovered that I was handcuffed, and the cuffs were attached to something that no human could possibly move. I was cold, naked, and strapped to a concrete table with my legs hanging off the other end. I couldn't twist my body and roll off because I would have broken both of my wrists and possibly an arm in the process. I could feel my nakedness against the cold of the table I was on, it felt like stone. I was able to look around the room I was in just a little bit. I saw fat red pillar candles with two white taper candles on each side of the red one, all in a huge circle around me as far as I could tell. To my left looked like some ritualistic altar with a knife, sword, cup, a marble penis statue, and that was all I could make out. I was naked, tied down, surrounded by candles, and I was in front of an altar..... was I abducted by Jesus freaks gone bat shit crazy? Are my friends playing a secret prank on me? What the hell is going on??? A door slammed somewhere I couldn't see and I heard the sound of heavy foot steps walking closer to me, "Let me go!" I shouted, but no reply. I heard some shuffling near me. I cried out louder "Let me the fuck go!" and then a hand grabbed me by my hair and picked my head up and slid a blindfold on me. I kept screaming and screaming for help to only be answered by my own echo. I even cried out for my Adonis, Patrick, but he never came. Do they have him too? I cried out louder and louder until the person who blindfolded me shoved a ball gag in my mouth and strapped it around me before he put a burlap sack over my entire head. I could feel him putting a collar around my neck to keep the sack from working its way loose. Now all I could do was listen to my own muffled cries for help. I heard a lighter being flicked, they were lighting the candles. It took what seemed like forever. I still fought against my restraints but with no luck. Feet were being shuffled around me. Hands were touching me all over. My arms, legs, chest, dick, balls. But these hands felt different, like squishy, and then when I felt the five razors start rubbing my skin I knew I was being shaved completely. I had best not move, the last thing I want to do is have the guy shaving my balls hack them off. Tears started running down my face. A loud chain was rattled and my hands were being moved along with the rest of my body, I was being flipped over! They shaved my ass, then flipped me back over. After I was washed down and dried, I heard again the shuffling of feet around me and the occasional hand reaching out to touch various parts of my body. I was terrified. Then I heard Patrick! He whispered into my ear "Relax, you are going to be ok. This will all be over soon. We just needed a vessel and you were prime for it. Lay back and enjoy, soon you will be one of us, one of the Brotherhood." If only I could have moved more than a pathetic lunge I would have ripped his eyes out of his fucking head! What did he mean I was about to be a part of the Brotherhood? Either way, what he told me was enough to let me know that I was going to live! Maybe they just needed a physical body to be present for their ritual, they didn't have to shave me though. Either way, I am going to survive. I heard clanking on the altar as if someone was picking something up. It sent chills all through me. "Hail guardians of the watchtowers of the east......" Ok so this is a cult thing! They don't kill people, and I do know they work naked. I think they call this a circle casting. I decided that I would go along with it and relax and just go with it, it could be fun. After the circle was cast a few other things were said that I don't remember. What I do remember very vividly was as follows: "Today let us celebrate the breeding of the blessed vessel of men, let us offer the great Phallus worship by flooding, whith our seed, the orifices of the vessel. Let us rejoyce brethren. For today we shall kneel and worship the mighty and irresistable Phallus." Oh nice! They are going to worship my cock! "Upon the altar his mighty seed shall be shed for us men to drink and to know our god." This isn't how I thought my first gay sexual encounter would go. "Upon this day, I shall desecrate the chalice. I shall masturbate upon the altar stone. I shall shed my seed, at the Ritual of Desecration, let us all partake." I wonder if they are all just going to shoot cum on me? I felt a finger drawing something on my forehead. I guess this is what they must do then. "All that is human and male exists to create opportunities for the worship of Phallus. Every moment that is spent in worship is rewarded with joy and satisfaction and meaning. In the heart of the worshiper, there is a perfect and burning longing for union with Phallus, for the flooding of seed into the body and soul of the worshiper. Unto thee mighty god I offer the seed of my phallus, at a ritual offering within thy temple, we shall shed our seed and feed all. Let the Lords of omnipotent Phallus cloak themselves. Grant unto us, thy servants, thine infernal lust! Oh master of lust and perversion, imbue our bodies with thine abysmal lust. Make us worthy of this ritual, for we are thy sons! As we worship, the flow of incandescent adoration for Phallus becomes nourishment for the creation of the Universe! The more selfless and absolute we are devoted, the greater the flow, from our heart and life-force, into the power of Phallus! Infernal energy of lust, enter our souls and bodies! Let the breeding at the ritual begin!" This is when my legs were lifted and I could feel a dick being pressed into my ass hole! Was this man even wearing a condom? It hurt like hell, the only lube he used was spit! In and out, in and out! Oh fuck this felt better than I could ever have imagined. Then I heard a different voice start speaking. "Let us worship the pendulous, heaviness of God, the warm blood filled flesh, the thick veins that pulse under our tongue. Let us all give true devotion to the Phallic fire that sustains all creation! Our cunts shall feed with lust, shall satiate fully the phallic urge of all men, for they shall be portals to ineffable joy, filled with the blessed seed of men. Let all place and time be offered to the worship and service of men. Let us do the will of our God Phallus, to give pleasure to and awaken all men upon Earth. Let us deny no man upon Earth the utter satisfaction of their blessed cravings, for we are the servants of lust upon Earth, offering our cunts and bodies to the pleasures of men, and to fulfill our purpose to lust and the urges of the sons of men. There is no love other than the love of the worshiper for Phallus. The heart of the worshiper is filled with the essence of Phallus, the fluids that flow through phallus, the smell of phallus, the throbbing presence of every phallus! We shall feed on our seed to please God Phallus. His infernal lust dwells within these sacred cells of the seed of enlightenment and knowledge. Let us do the will of Phallus, let us intoxicate our senses, partaking of the seed of Phallus' lust. On our knees we long for and pray to the sacred knowledge that is semen. When you look at a man, know that this flesh, this hair, these eyes and hands and muscles and mind are all creations of Phallus and Phallus will be adored and worshiped." "Love men as vessels of semen, of seed; and love men as the bearers of Phallus, the living-place and temple of Phallus. Let us give our semen freely to all men. As we ejaculate, let us allow Phallus to fully express its majesty. Lust lies deep withing the phallus, that sacred seed we shed is replete with infernal energies. Let us all shed our seed for men, to feast on a worship as sons of Phallus." The fucking I was getting was so hot! I could feel my dick getting harder and harder with each thrust into my ass. I was being fucked for the very first time in my life! Then I heard the anonymous man fucking me say out loud "I'm coming! I am filling your virgin cunt with my AIDS fucker!" and he thrust as deep into me as he could as he shot his load. I couldn't move. I couldn't cry. I couldn't beg for help. All I could do was lay there and let him inject my ass with his AIDS. I sobbed as much as I could considering my entrapment. That is when the man fucking me pulled out and said: "Receive our seed offering tonight. We offer unto thee the seed of our lust. Mighty Phallus we offer our seed into the vessel as a pledge of our worship unto you. Let us brethren breed the cunts of men with the lust of phallus deep in our loins. For this pleasure is beyond words, beyond all other earthly delights. With Phallic lust raging within, let us breed the cunts of men. Their cunts are portals of intense pleasure. Let these forces of lust flow freely and make whole all men. May the cunts of all mortal men be bred by thy true servants of Phallus, let the cunts of thy slaves be offered to all perversions. On our knees let us worship mans sacred seed and devote ourselves to this ever flowing sacred seed. Flooding the fluids of lust into the body and soul of the worshiper. Giving pleasure to Phallus is the purest prayer, and giving pleasure to the cunts of men awakens all men to perfect life of self fulfillment and incomparable lust. Phallus is the oldest and deepest religion given to our species. By falling on our knees and accepting Phallus as God with our heart, soul, mind and body, we are joining the infinite Brotherhood that has threaded through history, through creation. The cunts of men shall be inpregnated, flooded with lust and the sacred seed. They shall give us pleasure beyond compare, to serve our god and create his legion of the sons of men. Be merciful unto me, oh lord God Phallus, for man shall swallow cum every day of his life. Your holy juice is the seed of life. All men around the world must worship you daily by sucking cock very hard and swallowing hot come with dedicated love. May your holy seed be available to all men who suck in glory and worship. Let us desecrate on this profane day. Let Phallus' infernal lust guide us, and show unto men our truest nature. Upon the altar we shall breed the cunts of men. Hail God Phallus" That is when every man took his turn fucking me and filling me with their cum. I was fucked by 13 cocks that night. Every one of them had either unmedicated HIV or AIDS. That was 4 months ago. Today I have AIDS and I am med resistant. After, when I was released that night of the ritual, I sat down and I cried. I have not been back to New Orleans since that night, and I have never heard a thing from Patrick. I was gang raped. I enjoyed the violation. The other night I came clean to my friends about being gay. They were all cool with it. Phillip even confessed that he was curious about getting fucked in the ass. Tonight he is coming over and he plans to ride my cock bare. Guess I have decided to pass on my super bug. That is my Ritual of Desecration, my adoration to Phallus. Blessed be....