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The next day, Nigel was left on his own as his aunt was meeting a friend and Kevin had a job on the other side of town. He was excited but apprehensive about what had happened at the sauna. Had he really let those old men fuck him? It seemed like a dream, but his sore and gaping arsehole was evidence it wasn’t. He was worried about the toxic cum in him but also excited when he thought about it and couldn’t help wanking his little cock until it spurted in the toilet. Later, he decided to go into town with the vague idea of going to see a film. It wasn’t a great town, somewhat run down, but it had a canal running through it and as he was early he decided to walk along the tow path. It was a hot day and he began to get sweaty even though he was only wearing a tee shirt and shorts over his short, fat body. He found himself in an older area with a wall beside the path and a succession of tunnels over the canal. As he approached one, he saw a group of men standing under the arch which also seemed to have some kind of alcove in the back of it. They were mostly black, very rough looking and passing a bottle between them. He hesitated about walking through them but then recognised a small old man from the sauna who he remembered was called Arthur. “Well, well!” He grinned, showing off his blackened teeth. “If it isn’t Nigel from yesterday. How’s your bum? Still sore?” Nigel blushed as he approached the group. He intended to keep walking, but Arthur took his arm and a couple of the men barred his way. “He’s got a lovely arse. Fat cheeks and tight hole.” The men grinned and leered at him. Nigel felt afraid yet excited. He wanted to leave, but something made him also want to stay. One of the men offered him the bottle. He was a short, old black guy with a stained sweat shirt and trousers. “Have a swig!” He said in a tone which was more of an order. Nigel took the bottle. The liquor burned his throat and made his eyes water. The men laughed and one of them suddenly pinched his nipple through his tee shirt. He gasped but felt his cock stiffen in his shorts. Arthur produced some poppers and handed them round. The air under the arch was filled with aroma which made Nigel’s heart pound. “Good lad!” Said Arthur. “I’m sure you’d like to entertain my friends, wouldn’t you?” He indicated the alcove in the back of the tunnel. There was a pile of rubbish, and in amongst it was an old, stained mattress. “ I...I..dunno.” Said Nigel, his head swimming from the poppers. Around him, a couple of old men opened their trousers and were wanking hungrily. “Don’t worry. They just want to fuck you. You’d like that wouldn’t you? “Arthur stuck the bottle under his nose and Nigel felt himself led into the darkened alcove. “By the way, we’re all very toxic but you won’t mind being bred with their dirty babies will you? After all, you're probably already pregnant, eh?” Nigel’s head was swimming but the poppers had made him melt with lust. He heard Arthur say “Someone keep watch while we do him!” Then he was in the alcove and eager hands stripped him of tee shirt and shorts. He heard them sigh happily as they laid his nude body face down on the mattress. Something wet and slippery was rubbed in the cleft between his buttocks and then the first of them got on top of him and slid a heavy cock up his arsehole. He gasped with the size of it, but it felt so good he opened around it easliy Arthur stood in the tunnel looking along the path. Every now and then he glanced into the alcove, noting yet another pair of naked, sweating buttocks rise and fall on Nigel’s pale body as he was buggered. Two women were coming along the path. One he recognised from the sauna – Timmy’s mother was it? - but he didn’t know the other. As they drew level Timmy’s mum said “ Hello Arthur. What are you doing here? “ She glanced at the homeless guys and leered. “I think I know!” Arthur just laughed and licked his lips at her. “This is my friend, Jane. Her nephew Nigel is staying with her and he said he might come into town later so we’re walking in to find him.” There was a grunt and a low moan of ecstasy from the alcove. The women glanced at each other at the unmistakable sounds of sex. Nigel's aunt blushed as Arthur winked at her. Arthur grinned. This was a turn up! Should he? Should he? He giggled and moved the crowd aside so they could see the alcove. Nigel was naked, face down being fucked slowly, sexily by a fat black guy who had his trousers down. His naked bittocks clenched and relaxed as he thrust into the arsehole already lubed with several loads of spunk. Nigel turned his head and opened his eyes “Aunt!” He gasped. She raised her hand to her mouth “Nigel!” she said in shock. Timmy’s mother laughed and gave her a cuddle. “Naughty little so and so, isn’t he?”

Wow. Thank you all so much for the incredible feedback. Reading your comments, knowing you were right there with me, feeling that same mix of terror and excitement... it's a huge rush. It makes me want to dive back in and share what happened next. This next part is again fiction, but it's inspired directly by some of the encounters I've had in the last few days. Things are... escalating. And I need to get it out. Part 2: The Biker’s Offering You're 49. You have a successful job that you're good at, a life that looks stable and normal from the outside. You've been married to your wonderful husband for over ten years. He is, without a doubt, the man of your dreams, the man you want to grow old with. But, as it turned out over the years, you're both... well, you're both more bottoms. Your sex life gradually decreased to a beautiful, respectful zero. You have a weekend relationship, which means you live apart during the week. There's this unspoken agreement that you are exclusive on the weekends when you are together, but everyone is free to do what they want during the week. You have never, ever spoken about safe or bareback sex. But to you, it feels like you're expected to stay safe, even though there would be no risk for him if you didn't, given the complete lack of sex between you. Don't get it wrong, you truly love him and would never do anything to intentionally hurt him. This need... this is for you alone. It's your private addiction. So, the next day after the lunchtime encounter, with all its unknown risks, you're back at your desk. It's a lazy work day. At 11:30, you feel the urge to go to the toilet and take a big crap. As you sit there, feeling your ass extend, a sudden, powerful thought hits you. What if you took off for lunch a little longer? What if you went back to the same rest area? You are in your car before you've even fully processed the thought. When you get there, there's only one other car in the lot. An average-looking guy, a little younger than you, is leaning against it, smoking a cigarette. You stay in your car, figuring the woods are probably empty. Then the guy drops his cigarette, grounds it out with his boot, and starts walking towards the entrance to the woods. But he doesn't just walk. He turns around one last time and looks directly at you in your car. His eyes lock with yours through the windshield. It's an invitation. A challenge. Your hand moves on its own. You pull out your poppers. One deep sniff. The warmth starts to bloom. Two. The courage begins to surge. Three, four. The world dissolves into a haze of confident, chemically-induced lust. You're no longer a successful 49-year-old husband. You're a hunter. You open the car door and follow him into the trees. But as you walk, the memory of yesterday floods your mind. The memory of the young apprentice was so vivid, so powerful. But it was the question that was consuming you: "You are healthy???" Why the emphasis? He was so dominant, so unconcerned with anything but his own pleasure. Why did that one thing matter so much? And now, today, you're following this younger guy into the woods. The memory of that solitary orgasm, the one you had while contemplating your potential conversion, makes your own cock throb with anticipation. You find him in a small clearing. He turns, and you see the look in his eyes. He's not the apprentice. He's just a guy. A guy who saw a hungry man in a car and decided to take a chance. You walk up to him in the small clearing. The air is thick with unspoken need, a palpable humidity of desire. He's exactly as you first saw him: average, maybe a little soft around the middle, with a nervous energy that clashes with your poppers-fueled confidence. You open your belts – he yours, you his – the metallic clicks sounding loud in the quiet woods. You pull each other's cocks out. He has this average, long but thin hard uncut cock, the foreskin already slick with precum. You wank each other, the familiar rhythm a mechanical comfort, like a dance you both know the steps to but have no passion for. You touch each other, your hands exploring chests, arms, faces. Your faces get closer, your cheeks touching. His stubble rubbing against your own trimmed beard, a scratchy, intimate sound that should ignite you, but doesn't. You kiss. Your tongues mingle, a wet, desperate dance, but it feels like performance. You're trying to find the apprentice in him, the dominant spark from yesterday, but all you can taste is hesitation and a weak, coffee-flavored tongue. There's no spark, no fire. He is hard and leaking, his body clearly ready, but your own PA cock is not getting fully hard. It's a heavy, inert piece of metal and flesh, a barometer of your soul's disinterest. Something is not right. The chemistry is off, the connection is false. You're going through the motions, a ghost playing at being a slut. Dropping to your knees feels like a strategic move, a way to do something, to force the arousal. You take his thin cock in your mouth. It's easy to take, the length sliding over your tongue. You blow him, working your lips and tongue, trying to convince yourself that this is what you want. Your body is on its knees, but your mind is somewhere else, replaying the apprentice's almost brutal, 30-second fuck. This feels like a chore, like sucking on a piece of pasta instead of taking a hard, thick risk. But with every bob of your head, the feeling of wrongness grows stronger. This isn't the primal, risky act you crave. This feels... clinical. In the end, you pull off, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You separate, a silent, awkward agreement of failure. He zips up and walks away, disappearing towards the parking lot. While you were playing, another guy arrived and passed you, walking deeper into the woods. You're still horny, but the poppers effect is already gone, leaving you with only the bitter taste of frustration. You pull out your poppers and take a few more hits, the chemical rush washing over you again, trying to reignite the fire that's sputtering out. Then you look for him. You find him leaning against a large oak tree, looking like a character from a fairy tale. He's about 30, with a soft, round belly and a long, unkempt beard that frames a kind, gentle face. He seems approachable, safe. And a part of you hates him for it. You didn't come here for a gentle giant; you came here for a monster. You approach him. You grope each other's bulges. He pulls out his cock – a little nub of flesh, not even four inches hard, with a thick thatch of pubic hair. You wank him, your movements mechanical, but again, you can't get really hard. The frustration is mounting, a sour taste in your mouth. Again, you go on your knees, this time out of a desperate, last-ditch hope. A nice load of cum might stimulate you, might get you hard. You take him in your mouth. He tastes nice, clean, like freshly washed skin and the faint scent of shower lotion. The cleanliness is an insult. You want to taste sweat, and dirt, and the raw, unwashed scent of a man who lives on the edge. You want to taste danger, not fucking soap. It doesn't work. You are not a size queen, you tell yourself, but his cock just doesn't give you any pleasure, to scratch that deep, masochistic itch. There's no stretch, no burn, no feeling of being taken and used. Eventually, you pull off, mumbling an excuse. You separate, another wave of disappointment washing over you, cold and sharp. You're left standing there in the quiet woods, your knees dirty, your cock still half-limp, a profound sense of failure settling in. The hunger is still there, a roaring beast in your gut, but you've just tried to feed it salad. You came here seeking a risk, a transformation, and all you've found are two awkward, unsatisfying encounters. You came here to be used, to be filled, to be changed, and instead, you feel emptier than before. You contemplate driving back to work, your lunch break a complete and utter waste of time. At this point, you hear some cracking behind you. You turn around and see him. A guy around your age, a biker type in his leather gear. He's just standing there, directly staring at you, his arms crossed over his chest, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips. He looks like the monster you were looking for. "Been watching you," he says, his voice a low, confident rumble. "I know you need more." You are magically attracted to him, a moth to a dangerous, hypnotic flame. You walk over, your feet moving as if pulled by an invisible string. He is pure dominance. He doesn't wait for you to speak. He grabs your crotch, his grip firm, possessive, a claim. He unzips you and pulls out your cock, his eyes fixing on your heavy PA. "Not so innocent as it seems," he chuckles approvingly. He opens the zipper of his leather pants. Wow, he is commando. He pulls out his own monster, a thick, curved beast with a PA even bigger than yours, a heavy circular barbell with two heavy-duty steel balls that look less like jewelry and more like ammunition, promising a unique kind of pleasure. He's going to fuck you. You know it. He knows it. But the memory of yesterday, the apprentice's question, the lingering risk, makes you nervous. "Condom?" you ask, your voice betraying your eagerness with a slight tremble. He just smiles, a slow, cruel twist of his lips. "I can wrap up," he says, reaching into his leather pocket and pulling out a foil packet. He dangles it between his fingers, a tiny, square tease. "I have one." He looks you dead in the eye, his gaze piercing through your chemically-induced haze. "But do you really want me to?" He lets the question hang in the air, heavy and toxic. "I don't need one..." The back-and-forth is a torture of its own. You, the man who took a load without a question yesterday, now hesitating. He, the dominant biker, giving you the choice, making you own your depravity. He slowly, deliberately tears open the foil packet. The sound is loud, sharp. He pulls out the thin rubber, holding it by the tip between his thumb and forefinger. He brings it to your face, not to put it on, but to taunt you with it. He holds it under your nose. You can smell the sterile, latex scent, a smell of safety that now smells like cowardice. "You seem a little tense," he says, his voice a low purr. He puts the condom away and pulls out his own small, brown bottle of poppers. "Let's clear your head." He twists off the cap and places the bottle directly against your right nostril. "Five deep sniffs," he commands. "Don't you dare lose any." You inhale, the chemical rush flooding your system, stronger than your own. He moves to your left nostril. "And five more." You obey, your head spinning, the world dissolving into a warm, pulsing haze of pure submission. He caps the bottle and puts it away. "Now," he says, his voice cutting through the fog. "Tell me. Do you need a condom? Or do you want my cock raw?" Your addiction to the risk wars with your fear, but the poppers have already won the war for you. You can't form the word. You just shake your head, a barely perceptible motion of surrender. He spins you around and bends you over a fallen log. He presses the thick head of his cock against your hole, but you're too tight, too tense, even for the chemically-induced relaxation. His massive tool won't go in. "Hmm," he grunts, frustrated. He looks down at the ground and spots something. He leans over and picks up a used, tied-off condom lying in the dirt. "Might need a condom after all," he says, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He holds it up. It's not just full; it's heavy, and you can see a slight steam rising from it in the cool air. "Still warm," he chuckles, a dark, appreciative sound. "Someone just got lucky." He unties the knot and a thick, milky glob of another man's fresh cum drips out. He squeezes the contents onto his own massive shaft, using the stranger's still-warm seed as lube to finally, brutally, force his way inside you. The sensation is overwhelming. The stretch, the burn, the knowledge of what's inside you, what's now being used to open you up for him. This isn't just some old, ghostly load; this is a fresh deposit, a living offering you're being coated with. He doesn't fuck you for 30 seconds. He fucks you for what feels like an eternity, his thick PA-studded cock dragging against your insides, the hard steel of the oversized barbell's balls slapping against your prostate with every thrust, a constant, stimulating, punishing presence. Ten minutes, fifteen, your legs bent over the log, starting to shake and weaken from the strain. The poppers haze begins to lift, the edges of reality sharpening. Your consciousness and nervousness come flooding back. "Are you gonna cum?" you finally pant, a new kind of panic in your voice. "Please... pull out before you cum." He just chuckles, his rhythm never faltering. "Too late," he grunts, his voice calm and controlled. "I already shot twice. This is number three." The revelation sends a shockwave through your system. The sheer, unrestrained power of it. The endless stamina. The endless seed. The fact that he's already been cumming inside you, silently, while you were lost in the sensation. That's it. You can't hold back. You cry out as your own cock explodes, untouched, creaming yourself all over the leaves and dirt beneath you. As your orgasm tears through you, you become vaguely aware of movement in the periphery. A few more guys have appeared, drawn by the sounds of raw, animalistic sex. They're on their lunch breaks, looking for a quick encounter, but they've stumbled upon something else entirely. They don't dare join. They don't dare disturb this powerful scene. They just watch from a safe distance, their own hard cocks in their hands, wanking slowly as they witness the biker claiming you. You're no longer just a participant; you're the main event in a grim, outdoor theater. A part of you wanted to shrink away, to hide from their eyes. But a bigger, darker part of you preened. You weren't just being fucked; you were being worshipped. Every one of them was wishing they were you, or wishing they were him. He fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging it, owning it, then finally, with a deep, satisfied groan, he empties his third, massive load deep inside you, mixing with the stranger's fresh cum he used as lube. He stays inside you for a long moment, his chest heaving, marking his territory. The small crowd of onlookers melts back into the woods, their own needs satisfied by the show. You pull off, your legs trembling, your body buzzing, your mind completely blown. You get dressed in a daze, your movements clumsy and slow. You turn to leave, but you have to look back. You have to see him one more time. He's tucking his junk back in his leathers, and as he does, you see it. The lower part of a tattoo, right above his cock. The lines are sharp, deliberate. Arcs beginning their menacing descent towards his pubic hair, pointing to the magnificent cock that just owned you. The rest of it is hidden by his belt and jacket, but it's clearly part of a larger, intimidating design. He catches you staring. He zips up his fly slowly, the sound loud and final in the quiet woods. He walks over to you, his presence overwhelming. He doesn't touch you. He just looks you up and down, a predator assessing its kill. He reaches out, not to touch you, but to pluck a single leaf from your hair, letting it fall to the ground. It's a small, intimate gesture of ownership, a claim being staked. He leans in close, his voice a low, possessive whisper right next to your ear. "If you want more of that," he says, his breath hot against your skin, "you know where to find us." He pulls back, gives you that same slow, knowing smile, and turns, walking away without a backward glance. The words hang in the air, a challenge and a permission slip all in one. He's not telling you to come back. He's telling you that he's here, and the choice to be claimed again is yours. And as you stand there, the phantom feeling of his load already warming you from the inside, you both know what you'll choose.

Part 11 I am awakened by a knock on the door, needing a moment to realise where I am. It is Mark, who greets me with an apologising look as he enters Thomas’ guest room, where I have been staying the last couple of days. ‘Good morning, Luke or should I say good afternoon.’ ‘Good morning’ I manage to mumble through the bedsheets. ‘Luke, it seems like Thomas cannot be with you today.’ ‘Why?’ I ask uninterested. ‘He has fallen ill; he stays at mine at the moment so that I can keep an eye on him’ ‘Mmmh’ is all I manage. Suddenly, Mark pulls the bedsheets of me, apparently to get me out of bed. He doesn’t know that I sleep in the nude, but he isn’t bothered by it at all. ‘Come on Luke… you can sleep later; I make you coffee.’ With that he leaves the room, taking the bedsheets with him. Reluctantly I stumble out of bed and go to the bathroom, still to cocky to get dressed. After a few minutes I sit naked in the kitchen, drinking my cup of coffee, while Mark is talking on the phone. ‘Your brother sends his love’ Mark tells me with a smile ‘but he is with a doctor now, apparently he got hit hard by the flu’ ‘You mean the fuck flu’ I try teasingly. ‘It is too early to tell, but it looks like it, which would mean…’ ‘I lost the race’ I laugh into my cup of coffee. ‘Yes, but we will know it in two weeks. Now, what are your plans for today?’ ‘No sure, Tony won’t be here until tomorrow.’ ‘I have to get back to Thomas, but if you are up for it, you could help at my store. We have an event tonight. Of course, I would pay you.’ I think for a moment, the money would be great, as a student I gladly take it. ‘Sure, sounds good and the money would be great.’ Mark calls someone, then gives me the address of his shop, which I haven’t been to yet. After I finally manage to take a shower and get ready, I start to walk to the store. It is a lovely autumn day and the grey sweatpants season is in full swing, apparently Thomas lives near a gym and the guys going in and out are ridiculously hot. It takes all my strength to keep walking as I am expected at the store. Finally, I found the dark store-front and enter, I am hit immediately by the smell of leather. I need a moment to take it all in, as I am suddenly feeling a hand on my lower back. ‘Hi there, may I help you with something or are you just looking around?’ a beefy man with an inviting smile greets me. ‘Oh, no. I am Luke, Mark asked me to help at the store today’ I say way to fast. ‘Ah, Luke, nice to meet you. Yes, Mark has called me, we have a party tonight and need every helping hand. I am Daniel by the way and a hugger, so welcome to our team’ He takes me into a tight bear hug; I smell his cologne, which is perfectly mixed with the scent of his sweat. He calls out into the back of the store, and two men come towards me. ‘Graham and Frank let me introduce you to Luke, he will be helping us today.’ ‘Luke?’ the man, whose name is Frank, asks ‘are you the little brother of Thomas?’ ‘Yes, I am, but he isn’t feeling very well at the moment, so Mark asked me to help out’ I still answer a little too rapidly, but my nerves slowly calm down. ‘That’s great’ Frank hugs me tightly, before Graham steps towards me with his imposing figure, his hug more dominant. ‘Luke, lovely to meet you. Then let us get to work, we have a lot to do.’ And so, we start to prepare everything, they show me a backroom, which apparently is for socialising and another who is full of couches and mattresses for fucking. After almost three hours everything is set, drinks and snacks at the bar, lube and cleaning supplies at the fuck room. Daniel has been staying at the front to handle customers, while Frank, Graham and I arranged it all, both telling me about this special community Mark has created here. We have one hour left before the party starts and the guests arrive. Daniel has closed the windows, Frank and Graham started to change into their leather gear. I look a little lost, which Daniel notices. ‘Hey guys, can you come all to the front, please’ he calls to us. Frank, wearing only a harness is walking stark naked to Daniel, while Graham is following him with only a pair of beautifully fitted leather pants. I follow them. ‘So, guys I think our young Luke here is feeling a little left out. Let’s get him into gear and show him what our community is about.’ I swallow hard as I feel Frank stepping closer to me from behind, his hands grabbing my hips for a moment before he pulls my tank top over my head. To be exposed to those three beefy, hairy and muscular men arouses me, but before I can think about what is happening, Frank’s hands are back at my hips, but this time they slowly travel to the front of my jeans. His full body now pressed against my backside, his hairy chest on my back. As he opens my jeans, Graham steps forward and pushes them down, helping me out of them. Now I am standing in the middle of the room completely naked as I haven’t put on any underwear today. My cock is rock-hard, Frank’s massive penis fully-erect already between my ass cheeks and Graham in front of me, his biohazard tattoo blazing. ‘Well, well, looks like our little friend here is enjoying the attention’ Daniel says into the quiet room, staying away just watching the scene. Graham closes all the space between us and kisses me deeply. I can feel his tongue inside my mouth, his chest pressed against mine, while his cock is hard against his pants. Frank has started to thrust against me, his cock already smearing precum on my ass cheeks. As Graham breaks the kiss, he pushes me down on my knees, ordering me silently to suck Frank’s cock. I happily oblige, tasting the toxic precum on my tongue and taking the side of his scorpion tattoo in. The three letters increase the beating of my heart. I can’t believe that within a few months, I have chosen to search out poz cum and dicks. Suddenly, a hand takes my head away from Frank’s cock and a blindfold is put over my eyes. The darkness engulfing me completely. Someone guides me to another cock, this one pierced. As I take it in, I don’t care any more whose cock it is, even though I assume it is Graham's. I stay on my knees for a few minutes, before someone is pulling me up and bending me over. It only takes seconds before a cock is again inside my mouth, this time no piercing. But that is not the part I’m focussed on, as I feel someone preparing my hole with his tongue. When I feel the head of a cock at my entrance, the thrusting of the cock fucking my mouth slows a little to let me prepare for what is about to happen. And it happens with a violent thrust. The head of the cock penetrates my hole without hesitation, staying in place while my body fights against the intrusion. But it only takes a few moments before my hole opens voluntarily and the cock slides deeper inside me. With increased thrusting, this unknown cock finds his way into me. I don’t think I have ever had such a massive cock in my ass, the stretch is one thing, but it is the depth I struggle with. Then, a very hard pull on my hips forces the whole length of the cock inside me, I feel balls hitting my ass. ‘Great job Luke, now you and your brother can claim to have managed my cock completely’ I hear Franks voice through the store. I cannot answer as I have still a cock in my mouth, but as it isn’t pierced it must be Daniel’s. Both cocks are increasing their rhythm, which is only shortly disrupted by a loud high five as I apparently have been eifel-towered right now. It only takes seconds, but it changes the atmosphere, because now both men focus on me again with a more eager urge and hunger. Probably Daniel is forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, his hands on my head to guide me. Frank on the other side is thrusting with violence, his cock starting to twitch. I take this as a sign to clench my ass and push myself against the cock behind me, and it works, with a loud, primal moan a warm load is filling my insides. It takes Frank a long time to stop pushing his toxic cum inside me, but as soon as his cock slips out of my hole it is replaced by the pierced cock, which means Graham is now fucking me from behind. Daniel and Graham also decide to high five each other, but with the slap of the hands Daniel shoots his load rather unexpectedly into my throat, where his cock was buried. Now, that two toxic loads of openly poz men are inside me, my focus shifts to the pierced cock in my ass, still not able to see. Suddenly, another cock is in front of me, entering my mouth, this one thick and already leaking precum. Despite not knowing, who it is I take this cock willingly, my nose nuzzled in bushy hair and my hands caressing a tight, muscular torso and finally resting on a firm hairy ass. While I try to discover this man with my hands, Graham is pulling me closer, shooting his load slowly inside me, making it the third one. The unknown man, who is throat fucking me, takes his cock out of my mouth and pulls me up to give me a deep kiss. He turns me around, and pushes his cock inside me, keeping me upright. My cock is bouncing around, already some precum must be shooting around the store. I feel the hands of the man on my hips and his thrusting increases. With some very slow pulls back, but powerful pushes inside my hole I feel his cock pulsating. He plants a small kiss on my shoulders, then he pulls his cock out completely, before ramming it back in, shooting his load with a guttural moan. I come as well, no idea where my load is landing or how far it is going. As I feel his cock still pulsating inside me, his hands slowly travel to the blindfold. He takes both his hands to untie the knot, while still keeping his cock firmly placed in my hole. When the blindfold finally falls to the ground, it takes me a minute to open my eyes fully. I look into the smiling faces of Daniel, Frank and Graham, my cum apparently all over Graham’s chest as he had knelt before me. The unknown man puts his arms around my stomach and chest, pulling my back against his chest. ‘This was wonderful’ I hear Mark’s voice whispering into my ear.

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Meet him on snifies. He asked if I was hosting and I told him I could. He took awhile but except my offer. Which was a good blow job. He asked if I bttm. I said well I think about it a lot. But I never have. He asked would you let me try? I asked him for a picture of his dick. 7”2.5” in girth. I sucked him like a Champ. Then he tried to finger my ass. So I gave him lube. I continued suck his monster cock. He gets on top of me missionary. He begins to work the head of his cock in after a short time he fucken Buried his cock balls deep. It was amazing i wanted to kiss him. But he was more interested in fucking me. He started to hit my hole hard and fast i wanted him to put his seed in my ass instead he pulled out and fired a massive load all on my gaping hole. Over all even the big dick had me worried. I took it like a good faggot!

Please be gentle - I am not a native English-speaker. This is my first time posting a story. It is fiction, but very close to what I experienced myself today.... The morning meeting had been a drag, a blur of spreadsheets and forced smiles in a sterile conference room an hour from home. You were driving back, the highway a monotonous ribbon of gray, your mind already on the afternoon you'd have to spend catching up on work. Then you saw it. The green sign for the rest area. A place you knew from online forums, a spot whispered about in certain circles. The thought was a spark in the dry tinder of your boredom. It was just after noon. Guys on their lunch breaks. The chance was too good to pass up. You signaled, pulling off the highway and onto the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. You sat in your car for a moment, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You needed courage. You pulled the small brown bottle from your pocket, unscrewed the cap, and brought it to your nostril. One deep, long hit. The chemical rush flooded your head, a warm wave washing away your anxiety and replacing it with a gnawing, confident lust. Now you were ready. You left your car and walked into the trees, your boots sinking softly into the damp ground. In a small clearing, four guys were standing around, a silent, tense circle of unspoken need. Nobody was touching, nobody was talking. It was a standoff. And then you saw him. He looked like an apprentice, maybe in a trade, with the confident, slightly bored swagger of a young man who knows he's good-looking. He had Mediterranean features—dark, slicked-back hair, deep brown eyes, and an undeniable bulge straining against his work jeans. He was the focal point, the reason for the gathering tension. You walked past them, your path bringing you within arm's reach of him. As you passed, you reached out, your hand confidently cupping his balls through his jeans, giving them a firm, knowing squeeze. He didn't flinch. He just turned his head, and your eyes met. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips. The invitation was accepted. Just then, an older, paunchy man, the kind who spent his lunches chasing a fantasy he could no longer catch, broke the stalemate. He gave a pleading look to the group and then scurried into a smaller, adjacent clearing. The apprentice followed him, his walk a confident stalk. The older guy didn't waste a second. He dropped his pants, exposing his pale, flaccid ass, and bent over, bracing himself against a tree. "Fuck me," he whimpered. "Please." The apprentice unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was exactly as you'd imagined: thick, hard, and cut, the head a perfect, angry-looking dome, framed by a thick, neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. There was no condom in sight, no mention of one. I would have offered one, but I was not planning for a lunch fuck and did not even bring one. He spat on his hand, lubed himself, and pressed it against the man's hole. He pushed, but the older guy cried out, his body tensing up. "It's too big! You're too big!" he whined. The apprentice grunted in frustration, shoving him aside. "Useless," he muttered, his cock still jutting out, hard and unsatisfied. You saw your chance. While he was dealing with the failed bottom, you stepped up to the older man, who was now looking lost and rejected. You knelt down and took his limp cock in your mouth, trying to coax some life into it. It was a distraction, a means to an end. The apprentice watched you for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. He saw the older man's failure, and he saw your willingness. You were usually a bottom, but the energy in the air, the raw, primal need, made you feel bold. You stood up, your own cock now hard and demanding. "Let me try," you said, nodding towards the older man's ass. He shrugged, a gesture of permission. You stepped behind the older guy. Your cock was different. It was pierced with a heavy, 10mm tribal dream ring, a piece of metal that always got a reaction. You pressed the cool metal of your PA against his hole. It slipped in easily, a smooth, foreign object. But the moment the ring was inside, the older guy's ass clamped down like a vise. You couldn't get your swollen cock head in to follow. He was too tight, too panicked by the unfamiliar sensation. Frustrated, you pulled back. You looked at the apprentice, his magnificent cock still hard and glistening. "Want to fuck me instead?" you asked, your voice low and direct. His smile returned, wider this time. "Yeah," he said, his voice a low growl. You didn't need to be told twice. You turned around right there in the open space, not bothering with a tree for support. You let your pants fall to your ankles. The cold air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver. You pulled your Poppers back out and took another deep hit, the world dissolving into a warm, pulsing haze. Before you could even cap the bottle, you felt him behind you. He didn't wait. He didn't prep. He just grabbed your hips, his grip like iron, steadying you as he slammed his raw, thick cock into you in one brutal, satisfying stroke. The burn was immediate, but the Poppers turned it into pleasure. He started fucking you with an aggressive, short-stroked rhythm, a man on a mission. There was no finesse, only force. Each thrust drove the air from your lungs, your PA swinging wildly with the impact. You were just a hole for him to use, and the thought of it made you dizzy with lust. It wasn't a prolonged fuck; it was a lightning strike. He was clearly just looking for a quick release. After maybe twenty, thirty seconds of relentless pounding, his grip on your hips tightened painfully. "I'm cumming," he grunted, the words strained and urgent. "Shoot it all inside me!" you gasped, pushing back against him, wanting to absorb every drop. "Give me everything!" He let out a deep, guttural groan, and you felt it—the hot, powerful, pulsing warmth as he emptied himself inside you. He held himself deep, his body shuddering as he drained himself into your guts. He stayed there for a moment, his chest heaving against your back, then pulled out as abruptly as he'd entered. A sudden coldness hit your exposed, wet hole. You both quickly rearranged your clothes, the silence of the woods pressing in around you. You turned to face him. He was already zipping up his jeans, his face unreadable. He looked you straight in the eye. "You are healthy???" he asked, his voice casual, but the three question marks hung in the air, turning it into an accusation, a challenge. "Yes," you answered. It wasn't a lie. It was the truth. You were healthy. For now. He watched your face as you said it, a flicker of something in his dark eyes. Was it satisfaction? Triumph? Or was it just the simple relief of a guy who'd gotten what he wanted and was now covering his own bases? He gave a slow, knowing smile. "Good," he said. He didn't offer any information about himself. He didn't say "I'm clean too." He just nodded, as if you had passed a test, and then turned and walked away, disappearing back towards the parking lot without a backward glance. You stood there for a moment, your body trembling, his cum already starting to leak out of you and down your thigh. The drive back to work was a blur. The encounter played on a loop in your mind: the confidence in his eyes, the brutal force of his fucking, the heat of his load, and that one, pointed question. And a new, terrifying thought kept surfacing: Did those thirty seconds change my life? Now you're back home, the day finally over. You're lying naked on your bed, your hand stroking your hard cock. The memory is so vivid, so powerful. But it's the question that's consuming you. You are healthy??? Why the emphasis? He was so dominant, so unconcerned with anything but his own pleasure. Why did that one thing matter so much? And then a new, terrifying thought takes root, blossoming in your mind, dark and beautiful. What if he gets off on this? What if the question wasn't about safety; it was about eligibility. He wasn't asking if you were a safe place to fuck. He was asking if you were a worthy target. He wanted to know if you were negative, if your "yes" meant anything. Maybe he's a collector. Maybe he gets a thrill from pozzing neg guys, from turning another man, from adding another notch to his belt. Your honest answer, your "Yes," wasn't a reassurance for him. It was the green light. It was confirmation that you were a prize worth claiming. But then the other possibility, the logical one, pushes back. Maybe he was just a regular guy, a player who loved to fuck raw but was terrified of the consequences. Maybe he asked because he genuinely needed to know for his own peace of mind, a hypocritical but human act of self-preservation. Maybe his smile was just the cocky smirk of a young man who'd gotten away with exactly what he wanted. You can see it now so clearly. He wasn't just fucking you. He was converting you. Every powerful thrust was a hammer blow, forging a new reality. The heat of his load wasn't just cum; it was an inoculation. A gift. A curse. You were just another victim, another story he could tell himself. You moan, stroking your cock faster. The thought is so repulsive, so dangerous, and so unbelievably hot. You reach back and press two fingers into your still-slick hole. You pull them out, coated in his essence. You bring them to your lips, and this time, you don't just taste. You lick. You suck them clean, imagining the millions of potential viruses swarming in your mouth, in your blood. You're so close. You're right on the edge. You close your eyes and you can feel him inside you again, but now it's different. It's not just a memory. It's a transformation. Was that just an anonymous fuck on a Tuesday afternoon? Or was it the moment you were chosen? The moment you were changed? You'll never know for sure. You'll never see him again. You'll have to live with the uncertainty, with the three-month wait, with the gnawing, exhilarating possibility. And as your own cum explodes across your chest, hot and thick, you realize that this uncertainty is the ultimate prize. He didn't just fuck your ass—he fucked your brain. He gave you a gift that will last forever: the endless, thrilling question of what he really left behind.

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I'm late 60's and getting and giving more loads than ever. Just wish I'd started 20 years earlier

I’ve been training Drew to take a deep throat face fucking and last night me and Steve fucked his throat. I put Drew on the bed on his back with his head hanging over the edge. Steve stood over him and slid his cock deep down Drew’s throat. I was behind Steve so I got a good view of Steve’s cock buried in my Boy’s throat and his balls on my Boy’s nose. I made sure Drew’s eyes were open and looking at me. As Steve was fucking Drew’s throat I urged Steve to shoot his load. He forced his cock in deep and pressed his balls on Drew’s nose and grunted. I could see Steve’s balls contract as they shot their load. Drew’s eyes bulged and I heard him swallow several times. Steve finished cumming and pulled out. I shoved my cock down Drew’s throat and started fucking him. I was horny as fuck and close. I loved the feeling of my helmet in his throat and my balls on his nose. I fired at least 5 strong jolts of sperm and my boy swallowed it all.

(As always my stories are true events with erotica added to make the readers unload their load in my name) I first noticed Corey when he moved in next door with his widowed mother about six months ago. He was in his late twenties, fresh off a contested divorce that his dramatic ex was turning into a full-blown spectacle—court dates, accusations flying, the works. As a landscaper, he had that sun-kissed, rugged look: tanned skin from hours outdoors, calloused hands, broad shoulders under his work tees, and a perpetual five-o'clock shadow that made my submissive gay bareback bottom side ache with need. I'd see him mowing the lawn or trimming hedges, sweat soaking his shirt, outlining those firm pecs and the V of his hips. He projected straight, but there was something in his lingering glances when I waved hello. One afternoon, he knocked on my door, looking stressed, a folder of divorce papers clutched in his fist. 'Hey, man,' he said, shifting awkwardly. 'You're the one who works in legal stuff, right? I heard around the neighborhood. Mind if I pick your brain? This shit with my ex is killing me—she's dragging it out, claiming I cheated or whatever bullshit to get more alimony.' I invited him in, pouring us coffees in my living room. As we sat, his eyes wandered to the walls—my collection of tasteful naked men art, sculpted bodies in oil and bronze, cocks and asses captured in raw, erotic poses. He didn't look away; instead, he leaned closer to one print, a guy bent over, hole exposed. 'These are... intense. You into that kind of thing? Like, art-wise?' I smiled, sensing the curiosity. 'Yeah, I'm gay. Been out forever. Love celebrating the male form—no shame in it.' He nodded slowly, asking questions that started innocent but got personal: How does it work dating guys? Ever been in a serious thing? What's the sex like? His cheeks flushed, but he didn't stop, and I answered openly, describing bareback hookups, the thrill of a thick cock breeding deep, submitting to a dominant top. By the time he left, papers annotated with my informal advice, there was a spark. He thanked me with a firm handshake, his grip lingering, eyes flicking to my crotch. A week later, his mom announced she was traveling for a full week to visit family. That evening, Corey texted— we'd exchanged numbers for divorce updates—inviting me over. 'Mom's gone. Beers? Could use more advice... and company.' My cock twitched at the opportunity. I showed up with a six-pack and a joint, dressed casual in shorts that hugged my ass. His place was modest, mom's taste in decor clashing with his landscaper tools in the garage. We cracked beers in the living room, the divorce talk flowing into lighter stuff. 'That art you have... got me thinking,' he admitted after his second beer. 'Never really explored that side. Ex was vanilla as hell.' I sparked the joint, passing it over. He inhaled deep, coughing, then relaxed, the weed loosening him up. 'Wanna see the hot tub out back?' he suggested, standing. 'Installed it myself last summer.' We stripped down—me first, peeling off my shirt and shorts, revealing my smooth, toned body and the jockstrap cupping my hardening dick. Corey watched, then shrugged off his clothes: faded tee, jeans dropping to show his thick thighs and that uncut cock swinging semi-hard between them, balls heavy and low. Fuck, he was built like a god, chest hair trailing down to his pubes. The hot tub bubbled invitingly under the stars. We sank in opposite each other, water jets massaging our skin, beers on the edge. Conversation turned flirty fast—the weed making us bold. My foot brushed his under the water; he didn't move it. 'So, that gay lifestyle... you submit a lot?' he asked, voice husky. 'All the way,' I replied, shifting closer. 'Love a guy taking charge, fucking my ass raw, breeding me full.' His cock visibly stiffened below the surface. I reached over, hand grazing his thigh. 'You ever tried it?' He shook his head but leaned in. Our lips met—tentative at first, then hungry. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of beer and smoke. Hands roamed: mine to his chest, pinching nipples; his to my ass, squeezing cheeks. 'Fuck this,' he growled, standing, water sluicing off his ripped body, cock now rock-hard, eight inches of veiny meat throbbing. I dropped to my knees in the tub, water lapping at my chest, and engulfed his dick. Lips stretching around the girth, I sucked deep, tongue lapping the foreskin back to swirl his leaking slit. He groaned, fingers tangling in my hair, thrusting into my throat. 'Shit, yeah... swallow that cock.' Saliva dripped as he face-fucked me, balls smacking my chin, gagging me until tears welled. 'Need your hole,' he panted, pulling out. I turned, hands on the tub rim, ass arched high. He spat on my pucker, fingers probing—first one, then two, twisting to open me. 'Tight... gonna ruin this.' His cockhead nudged my entrance, then shoved in raw. The burn was exquisite as he sank balls-deep, pubes grinding my cheeks. He pounded relentlessly, water splashing with each slam. 'Take my dick, you bottom slut.' Hands bruising my hips, he railed my ass, prostate hammered until pre leaked from my untouched cock. 'Gonna breed you first load.' 'Yes! Fill me!' I begged. He buried deep, cock pulsing, hot cum erupting inside—spurt after thick spurt coating my guts. He thrust through it, churning until it leaked out around his shaft. We moved inside, dripping on the floor, grabbing fresh beers and another joint. On the couch, naked and buzzed, his dick stirred again against my leg. 'Round two,' I whispered, lying back, legs spread wide, cum-slick hole winking. He mounted me missionary, sliding in easy on his own seed. Chest to chest, he fucked slow then hard, pinning my arms, mouth claiming mine. 'This ass is mine tonight.' Sweat slicked our bodies as he hammered, balls slapping. 'Second breeding coming...' 'Pump it in!' My hole clenched, milking him as he unloaded again, cum overflowing, mixing with the first load. I shot untouched, ropes hitting my abs. We crashed, dozing, but an hour later, he hardened once more. On all fours now, I presented, ass up. He took me doggy, gripping my shoulders, slamming deep. 'Third time's the charm—gonna flood you.' His pace brutal, hand jerking my cock. We came together—his torrent gushing out, my load on the cushions. Exhausted, plugged with his cum, we lay tangled. 'That was insane,' he murmured. 'Mom's back soon, but... we should do this again.' Three days later, another text: 'Buddy Spencer over—work partner. Told him about you. Come for drinks? He's curious too.' Spencer, Corey's married landscaper pal, early thirties, built like a tank with a buzzcut and tattoos, had been sex-starved with his wife for months. I arrived to them on the patio, beers flowing, joint lit. Corey grinned, eyes hungry; Spencer eyed me appraisingly, his cargo shorts tenting. We smoked, buzz hitting, clothes coming off casual-like. Corey's hot tub again, all three sinking in naked. Cocks bobbed: Corey's familiar thick uncut, Spencer's girthy cut nine-incher, veiny and curved. 'Heard you're a pro bottom,' Spencer said, voice rough. 'Wife ain't putting out—need this.' I knelt between them in the water, hands stroking both shafts. Corey's in my mouth first, sucking deep while jerking Spencer. They groaned, hips bucking. 'Share him,' Corey said. I alternated—deepthroating Spencer, his balls hairy and musky, then Corey, foreskin sliding. 'Tag team that ass,' Spencer growled. I bent over the tub edge, Corey entering first, fucking my cum-stretched hole with wet slaps. Spencer fed me his cock, face-fucking as Corey railed. 'Suck while he breeds you.' Corey unloaded quick, adding to the mess inside me. Spencer took over, his thicker dick stretching wider, pounding deep. 'Fuck, sloppy from his load—gonna add mine.' Water churned as he hammered, hands spreading my cheeks. I moaned around nothing now, Corey watching, stroking himself hard again. Spencer came with a grunt, flooding me further, cum bubbling out. They switched—Corey back in, churning the double load, while I blew Spencer clean. 'Your turn to breed again,' I begged Corey. He did, third load for him mixing with Spencer's. Inside now, on the living room rug, they spit-roasted me proper. Spencer in my ass, Corey in my mouth, thrusting in sync. 'Gangbang this hole,' Spencer said, slapping my cheeks. Sweat poured, bodies slapping loud. Spencer pulled out, Corey dove in, then back—trading my ass like a toy, each dumping loads until I overflowed, cum dripping down my thighs. Finally, both knelt, jerking over my face as I fingered my wrecked hole. 'Open up.' Ropes of cum painted my tongue, chest—swallowing what I could. Exhausted, we collapsed, their cocks soft against me. 'Best night ever,' Spencer admitted. Corey nodded. 'More where that came from.' My ass throbbed, bred multiple times by two studs—submissive heaven.

I always have lube with me when cruising and I usually pre lube my ass by using an injector pump lube in my ass. This helps if I end up in a position where I did not get chance to reach for my lube.

It’s just not letting everyone cum in you, it’s random -anon - assup being a machine for each guy to unload in one after another. It’s it’s not the quantity but the timing, continuous train for the next load and next load. That’s the drive. And when randoms become regulars that’s awesome but there will always be that scratch to hunt for next top to breed you.

I'm working on the next part and they will likely be shorter than part 7 so I can post them more often but I address what you mention at the beginning of the next chapter. You aren't the only one that was a bit surprised at how much Blake cared for Jason....let's just say I don't do a lot of drugs but I've done some really good MDMA and that experience influenced the last chapter.

More than 5,000, and always looking for new dicks

For me it was first time I got stealthed. Even before I knew i had been stealthed, I was thinking this is a better fuck then I have ever taken before. Once I realized he had breeded me, I was shocked! But soon realized the gift he had shown me. Have barebacked proudly since.

It's made to breed

Hooked up last night with a 24yr swimme that had a beautiful 10" thick as wrist, don't know how he keeps it in a Speedo but that's something else lol He had an amazing stamina, started slow a passionate with a lot of kissing when till he asked permission to breed my hole. Such a gentleman 😉 I just pulled his ass cheeks closer and made sure it went in as deep as possible. when we chatted he mentioned he has to get up early so I assumed he was gonna leave right after but no, he stayed all night and dumped 6 more loads. sometimes he fucked me rough and wild calling me a cumdump faggot (which I am) some were gentle with a lot of passionate touch and intimacy. it was so much fun and we exchanged info before he left my hotel the next morning (after we showered together and he dumped one last load) unfortunately, this'll be my last load till I meet my partner again, he ordered me to stop taking loads since he wants me extra horny when we finally meet after 3 weeks, since my cock is still locked since we last met I am going to be climbing up the walls till he arrives (sometime in the next couple of days 😬, he's being mysterious)

Last night. Went to the sauna. There were not so many raw tops. Took 1 raw cock. It was a top with a long but not so thick cock. He fucked me hard, deep and long. After a while I heard him coming and he was moaning for at leat 10 strokes. He said that he dumped a very big load in me. I pushed it out and it was true. The cum was flowing out my hole and over my balls. I could push six times and cum was still ouzing out of my hole. Later that evening I went to the Cuckoos nest and was fucked raw 3 times. One short fuck and two longs fucks in the darkroom. One of them was a black guy with a big cock. After 30 minutes of fucking he pushed a few vingers in my ass. He wanted to fist me. We went to a cabin and he punch fisted me. After a while he wanted to fuck, but he didn' t last long and blew a vey big load inside me. This one was as big as the one I received earlier in the sauna. The cellar of the Cuckoos nest was not crowded anymore and I went to the sauna again. With a re-entry ticket it is cheap to enter the sauna again. There was very liitle fucking going one. In the darkroom near the slings, stood a top with an average cock. I stood in front of him and guided his cock in my ass and he fucked me. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me in the bigger darkroom. He fucked me for a bit, when I noticed sonebody was standing behind him. The top stopped fucking me and the guy who was standing behind him, thrusted his cock very hard in my ass. He fucked me hard, and suddenly stopped. Maybe he came in my ass? He actualy did. I pushed a big load out of my ass. It was not as big as the other two, but big enough. Normally I get fucked more in one evening, but I was happy. Three fucks were really long with two very big loads.

I was with a well endowed black man and he was having a very hard time staying hard in his rubber so he took it off and slid inside of me and filled me up with his hot cum and I was hooked lol.

Chapter 5 – Coming To. Ray opens his eyes. The room is dark and is hard for him to focus on anything. The only light is coming from the tv. It’s playing porn still. Ray heard the video before he could focus on the video. The video is of some tweeked out twink being double teamed by a latino man and a black man. One at each hole. The man fucking the twink’ mouth is blowing clouds down on the bottom. This brings back the memories of how Ray got in the current situation. The memory of his brother smoking him out. The memory of sucking on his brother’s dick. The memory of smoking while he was rimmed. And finally, he remembered his brother penetrating his virgin hole. It took him a moment to fully recall the whole experience but It all came back to him. He felt so horny still. He became aware that he was jerking himself off while reminiscing on the earlier events. Still hard as a rock. He thought to himself, how long have I been passed out? That’s when Ray heard his brother from the other side of the room. W: oh look who finally came to. Ray heard another person snicker along with his brother. Someone else was with them now. Ray could not make anyone out in the darkness but he definitely heard a second voice. He found it hard to focus. Ray remembered that he was in a G hole and would need some time to come out of it. Damn his need for drugs and more drugs. Ray thought to himself that he should get up, grab his shit, and run out of there. As if reading his mind, Walt commanded his brother’s attention. W: Hey little bro. Want another hit? Without thinking, Ray nodded his head. His body betrayed his inner struggle to run away. W: hold up. Our guest has a special request. He wants to see how desperate you are for more tina straight boy. I’ve shown him a pic of your used hole. He wants to see it used in front of his own eyes. The thought of your desperation makes him hard. Ray gulped. What had he gotten himself into? He knew he should say fuck this shit and run but his brother had all the drugs. And he needed more. Always needed more. Walt came into the light of the tv with a new pipe with a huge bowl. It looked like double the size of the bowl he was used to using. It also had a thick stem. The quality of the pipe was definitely more than he was used to. Walt picked up a torch and ignited the flame. He bounced the flame on the bowl and melted the huge puddle inside. He released a huge cloud that filled the area exposed by the light of the tv. Walt handed the pipe down to his little brother. Ray lit up and exhaled the biggest hit he has taken so far the evening. He greedily took 3 more hits before he realized that his brother was shaking his dick in the air in front of him. Ray’s eyes looked up at his big brother, pleading with him to stop this humiliation. When the eye contact did nothing, Ray started to mumble out loud. R: please, Walt. Please brother, please don’t make me do this. Not again. I’m straight man. I have a girlfriend. W: yeah, I know you have a girlfriend. She comes around here trying to get at my dick for drugs too. Stupid bitch doesn’t get anywhere with me though. She doesn’t have the right equipment for my tastes. So she blows my friends for some smoke here and there. But from where I’m standing, you seem to be the better cock suckers anyways. And you have a tighter ass than she does. I mean, everyone has hit that at least once or twice. But you’re so new and tight, you put her to shame. Ray had a look of defeat on his face. W: oh come now, you have to have known she gives her mouth and holes up for drugs. Besides, you have no moral high ground to stand on. I mean, you sucked off your own brother. You took dick from your own brother. You got bread by your own brother, like a brand new cum whore junkie that you are. Just enjoy yourself and your new position. Ray knew what his brother wanted. He took in another hit and lunged forward engulfing the dick. White clouds escaped around the dick in his mouth. This made Walt and his guest start to chuckle again. W: See, I told you so. My brother, the little cock sucker.. Ray was lost in the giving the blowjob but he listened to the two men laughing. The voice sounded familiar but in his present condition, he could not making out who it was. Beside, it didn’t matter who it was. All that mattered was making his brother’s dick happy because that meant more drugs for him. He had to keep his mind on the drugs or he feared that he would go crazy given his current state. Walt pulled his now hard dick out of his brother’s mouth and slapped his face with the thick head. He let the trail of precum leak all over the boy’s face. He pulled his dick away and took a step backwards. This left Ray on his knees in front of the dimly lit area of the TV. Walt walked away for a brief moment and came back with a blindfold. He placed it on his little brother’s eyes and tied it really snug. W: you’ll leave this on. If you take it off or it falls off before I take it off, then you leave right then without any tina in your pockets. Keep the party going for me and my friend here and you’ll have something in your pocket later. Nod if you understand. He nods indicating that he understood. W: Good boy. Now my friend here is paying for your drugs right now. Come over here and make his dick feel appreciated. Good little straight boy tina slut. Ray was totally in the dark but walked on his hands and knees. He followed the sound of the other man’s laughing. He reached his pants. Ray reached up to the fly and unzipped him. He heard the man’s pants fall to the ground. Ray reached forward again, this time feeling the man’s dick tenting in his boxer briefs. He pulled the man’s dick out and jerked the growing dick. The man spoke in a hushed voice. Man: Lick my head. Make my head nice and wet bitch. Wet my 9 inches of meat. Ray did as he was told. He leaned forward and met the man’s boner. He licked the mushroom head like it was a lollipop. He was rewarded with some precum dripping from the piss slit. W: Good little whore. Here you go. You are starting to earn this. The pipe was pushed to Ray’s lips and Walt lit the bulb for him. W: I’ll light it. just take a moment and breath the tina in. No lazy hits today. I want to see you fucked up. I know you wanna get nice and fucked up. Walt twisted the pipe for his brother and Ray sucked in a huge cloud. He blew it out and immediately put his mouth back on the pipe. This second hit was faster and deeper. The third hit was well placed. He put his mouth on the dick in front of him and started making out with the dick. Smoke leaked out from the sides of his mouth. Without much prompting, Ray started full on blowing this stranger. He did as he was told to. Hands appeared on the back of his head pushing him further down on the throbbing dick. Ray gagged on the intruding meat in his throat. He backed off with spit leaking from his mouth to the mushroom head. Again the pipe was put to his mouth and the bowl lit for him. After two more good hits, Ray returned his mouth to the dick in front on him. Without warning, the man pushed his entire dick into Ray’s throat. He gagged a bit but hands were placed on the back of his head and Ray couldn’t get away. He was forced to swallow the entire length. Again the chuckles of his brother and than man could be heard echoing in the room. Man: That’s right, swallow my meat. You know just how I like it. Ray heard the words and froze. The man kept his rhythm and fucked Ray’s throat but Ray was still as could be. He knew he recognized that voice from the chuckling. The realization of who the man was made him start coughing. The man felt waves of pleasure with his dick in the whore’s throat as he coughed. It almost put him over the edge. Almost. The man pulled his phlegm covered dick out and smacked Ray’s cheeks with the access drool. Chapter 6 – Who’s the Homo Now? Man: Did little Ray just put one and two together? Walt walked away from the scene and to the nearest wall. He flicked the light switch on and the room became illuminated. At first this blinded Ray, as his eyes were used to the dim light of the TV. It took a moment, but his eyes adjusted and a look of horror came upon his face. There standing in front of Ray was his ex-best friend Zeek. Ray was in shock. How did he find himself in this situation. Naked, hard as can be, and sucking off his ex-bestie. Z: yeah buddy. I just love how well you suck my cock. Especially since I’m supposed to be the no good homo, right? Walt walked back to the two and feigned shock. W: Why, whatever do you mean by that Zeek? Z: Oh well, back when me and your brother were younger and just starting to smoke out, I let out a secret after one of our jerk off sessions. I told him that I was bisexual and liked guys sometimes. This freaked him the fuck out. He said I was hitting on him and only wanted to get at his dick. So he called me a dirty homo and kicked me to the side like yesterday’s left overs. W: oh damn. He did you dirty like that? Z: yeah, fucked up huh? Well, who’s laughing now? Who wants who’s dick now? All Ray could do is sit there in embarrassment. He had become lower than low. He wanted to get up and run away and never look back. But he looked over at his brother Walt, whom was waving the pipe as he reloaded it. This made him complacent and he remained in place. Zeek looked to his side and saw the pipe getting reloaded. He waved at Walt. Z: Plan C bro. W: Okay. I’m down Walt walked off to his dresser and came back with a baggie of powdered Tina. He handed it to Zeek. Zeek reached in and grabbed a pinch of powder and drizzled in on the head of his dick. He grabbed another pink and drizzled in on the length of his 9 inch dick. Z: oh come on now my little bitch. Come clean off my dick with your hot little mouth. Take it back in your throat in one go and we’ll start the pipe again. Ray went from frozen with fear to horny slut in the flash of second. He lunged forward and took the 9 inch monster into his throat like a seasoned whore. Once it was in, he started to gag but Zeek held him head in place. There was no escape from the situation. Ray’s mouth was filled with the awful chemical taste of raw Tina. But he loved the effect. He felt the headrush immediately. Before he knew it, a brown bottle of poppers were placed to his nostrils. Zeek held the bottle in place while Ray took a hit from each side of his nose. Zeek felt Ray hit the rush from the poppers and felt his throat relax. He took the opportunity to start to jackhammer Ray’s throat. Zeek’s balls were smacking Ray’s bottom lip. Z: yeah, I love this you dirty bitch. Zeek continued to assault Ray’s mouth for a few minutes. When he finally pulled his dick out, Walt immediately had the pipe up to Ray’s used mouth. Ray puffed out 3 good sized clouds. He tried to get back at Zeek’s dick but was slapped to the right cheek. The slap bounced in the room. Walt handed the pipe over to Zeek. He took a few hits himself before returning the pipe to Walt. Z: Hey Walt, help the chem whore to the bed. Put him on his back. Walt walked over to Ray and helped him to his feet. He walked Ray to the bed and had him sit on the edge. Zeek walked over and maneuvered Ray into the spread eagle position. Z: yeah, I like to see a good whore show off the hole before I strike. Hey Ray, play with your hole for me you Tina slut. Ray reached between his legs and started to finger himself. Walt bend down and spit on Ray’s hole to help him out with some lube. The spit helped revitalize the load that was already deposited into his ass before. Ray was pushing three fingers into himself. Walt approached Zeek with another baggie. This time, this baggie was filled with large shards. Zeek picked two out and handed the baggie back to Walt. Zeek approached the bottom as he assaulted his own hole with his fingers. Zeek grabbed the hand and pulled the fingers out. He placed the first shard into Ray’s hole and released his hand. Ray pushed the shard into himself. When he got all three fingers back in and started to feel the burn he tried to pull his fingers out. Zeek pushed on his hand so that the fingers remained in place. Z: Tell me when the heat stops. R: Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Z: yeah, let me hear it baby. Ray had made a whimper to signal that the burning had stopped. Zeek read the scene and pulled the fingers out of the hole. he placed the second shard just inside the boy’s hole. He placed the tip of his dick at the entrance. Z: Shhh, shhh, shhh… Zeek slowly pushed the second shard into the quivering hole. He stopped for a moment when he had pushed half of his dick into the boy. He waited for the shard to dissolve. Once he felt the hole quiver again, he pushed the rest of his dick into Ray. He bottomed out and held steady with his balls against the bottom’s bottom. Zeek pulled Ray’s legs up and placed them on his shoulders. He then pulled almost entirely out, leaving only his mushroom head inside the warm hole. He slammed back into Ray with full force. Ray tried to yell but found he had all the air punched out of him. He tried to yell, scream, something, but could only make a moaning sound. Zeek kept power thrusting like that over and over and all that he could make out was the damn moaning sound. Ray knew that moaning sound. He was very familiar with that moaning sound. It was the same sound he would get his girlfriend to make when he fucked her. R: Oh gawd… what are you guys doing to me? Ray looked around to try to get his brother’s attention. Surely he would help him and stop the man from raping him. When he found his brother in his view, he noticed that he had his phone out and was recording the whole ordeal. Ray was filled with embarrassment. Not only was he getting fucked like a common whore, not only was he dripping precum by the bucket load, not only was he getting a revenge fucking from his ex-best friend, but his brother was recording it. To Ray this was the stuff of nightmares and he thought this is what hell must be like…that’s what he was thinking but as he thought that, his body was in ecstasy. He kept dwelling on the fact that he was being recorded. The thought made his dick throb. Then without any warning, right in the middle of a passionate thrusting, he let out a loud moan as he shot his thick load all over himself. Zeek looked down at this whore wetting himself from the fucking he was delivering. He started to laugh. His laughs were echoed by Walt’s own laughs. Z: Looks like the little Tina slut loves my dick enough to cream herself. Zeek scoops up some of Ray’s cum and puts it to his own mouth. Oh the amount of times he had jerked off thinking about the taste of this guy’s nut. Now that he tasted it, he felt a sense of relief. He scooped another finger’s worth and tasted it again. This sent him over the edge and he grabbed Ray by the hips. He delivered another warm load into the bowels of the Tina whore. Z: Well, you took my load so well. Who’s the homo now? Zeek and Walt laughed like they were dying of laughter. Zeek collected his clothes and got dressed. He turned to the two brothers. Z: I’ll hit you up later to see if you want another load. And Ray, the next time I see you, I want you to say “I’m a fucking homo and I need another load from my man.” That will be worth a bowl or two. Zeek turned around and headed for the door. Walt threw on a pair of boxers and walked Zeek out the bedroom door. All Ray could do was lay there on the bed on his back and continued playing with his now empty hole.

I've licked it off the floor, walls, seat in video booths, but my favorite there is to lick it off the video screen. I was also on all fours getting fucked in a dark room once and the top pushed my face down to the floor. I don't know if he did it intentionally or it was a happy accident, but there was a big pool of cum right there. I lapped that up while he fucked me.

Has Anyone here missed or Skipped an important Family Gathering or Situation because you were getting Dicked down or fucking some manpussy, I literally missed Nephews birthday today because I was getting fucked by multiple men in a rundown dirty motel.

i wrote back channel to one of the conversation participants who asked, that i'm "exaggerating." sorry, i was playing around, thought others would catch on i was inflating :-). For those truly interested, i have not been fucked >1000 this year lol. About 3-5x a week this year, it varies. Prior to the internet and apps? 3-5x a day wasn't unusual, i suspect for a lot of us. Cruisy places were where we hooked up, and they were public parks, restrooms, BH, Adult book stores, etc.. It was not unusual at all to get fucked 3-5x, one right after the other in a hormonal feeding frenzy by Guys watching you get fucked by Another. It was rare for me to go to a cruising location and not get bred. Even when the internet first started, i got a lot of Guys in AOL chatrooms. It was new. And CL? Place an ad and Guys would respond. i got a lot of anonymous walk in that way. I think it's not as quick or easy hooking up with aps in today's cruising world.

I started letting Tops bareback my hole in 1985, moved to San Francisco Dec 1989. Worked in gay bar on Haight St having raw sex nightly until 2004 and never became poz. After decades of bareback sex at Steamworks, various SF clubs and Waterworks in San Jose - I finally became poz in Aug 2024.

Chapter 7 – Only Fucking himself Walt walked back into the room to find his younger brother playing with his hole. Ray was enjoying his high and didn’t even realize his brother had walked back into the room. Walt took advantage of this oversight and crawled between Ray’s legs. He waited for Ray to pull his fingers out momentarily. At seeing his opening, Walt lunged his head forward and his tongue made contact with the sloppy hole. Walt started licking at the load that was freshly deposited into his brother. Ray was in bottom heaven. He loved the feeling of being eaten out. Rimming was his new favorite sex act. He was flying high and was loving every moment of it. now that the embarrassment of his ex-best friend was over with, he could just enjoy the sexual adventure with his brother. He knew this experience was changing their relationship forever but he was too high to care about that. The important thing is that while it was just the two of them, he felt safe. Like he could do anything, anything at all and it would be ok because it was between him and his brother. He thought to himself – oh fuck, I must really be high to be thinking like this. When Walt finally came up for some air, his younger brother was all goo goo eyed. Walt looked down at his whore of a junkie brother. He knew now that he would do anything for more drugs. He looked at him for a moment with pity in his eyes. Oh how low Ray had gotten himself. He was almost ready to call the whole thing to an end out of pity when Ray opened his mouth again asking for more drugs. That pushed the pity party right out of his mind. W: you chem slut. You deserve everything you get. Z: I don’t deserve to be raped for drugs. W: Rape? Oh girl, you are a delusional one aren’t you? I’ve got a lesson for you. Come on. Walt grabbed a new pipe with a fat bowl. He lit up and melted the shards in the bulb. He blew out a giant cloud. He walked over to the bed and ordered his brother up. Walt then jumped into his bed and leaned up against the bedpost. He slouched just a little bit that his lower half of his body way away from the bedpost. He called his brother over. W: Come over here and get my hard dick wet? Get it ready for your hole. Ray crawled up to his lounging brother and waited for him to pass the pipe. Walt acknowledged this by taking another hit and again ordering Ray to suck his dick. As Ray bend down to take the dick in his mouth, Walt blew out a large cloud into Ray’s face. W: Well, I’m waiting for my new whore to suck my dick already? Don’t make me tell you again. Ray got to work sucking on his brother’s dick. Walt continued to take hits and blow the clouds in his brother’s face. When Walt finally called his brother off his dick and handed him the pipe, it had only a small puddle in it. It was good for only 1 good hit. Like a good addict, Ray hit the pipe without thinking about it. He handed the pipe back to his brother, and as if his wishes were answered, his brother pulled out a baggie and refilled the pipe. Walt melted the shard and took three back to back hits. On the fourth hit, he pulled his brother up for a shotgun. This turned into a mini make out session. Ray blew out the cloud that was given to him. He waited but Walt did not offer another one. He looked at his brother longingly. Walt wrinkled his face and with disgust in his voice, started talking. W: well, be a good little whore and sit on my dick. I want you to fuck yourself on my dick. Well go on. What are you waiting for, huh? Oh probably waiting for this. Walt pulled out a small shard and placed in on the tip of his dick. It sat nicely in the piss slit of the large helmet. As if worried the shard would blow away, Ray jumped up and sat right down on the large dick. He sank down all 8 inches and felt the familiar burn in the deep of his bowels. Walt got impatient and slapped Ray on the ass. This seemed to wake the straight boy from his trance. He started rocking back and forth, leaving the length of the dick inside of him. He picked up the rhythm and soon his ass was bouncing like 2 light brown globes impaled on a dark brown staff. W: Jerk yourself off while you ride me. I now you like having my big dick in your hole. Show me how much you love it. Ray began to jerk his still hard dick as he bounced. When Walt got bored of this position, he rotated the bottom around so he was riding reverse cowboy. Walt kept looking at his lighter skinned brother’s ass engulfing his dark brown dick. He felt the load being sucked out of his dick. Almost there, he spun his spun out brother around again. The sensation of the dick rotating inside of Ray sent him over the edge and he shot his load on his brother’s chest. Ray flexed his ass muscles and soon Walt was pushed to orgasm. He shot his big brother load deep inside his younger brother. Walt held his brother down on his still hard dick. He grinded upward into his brother who was recovering from his own orgasm. W: Remember, you love every moment, every inch of what you just did. And you did it all for drugs, for that next high. No one raped you. No one made you do anything. You are just a junkie whore who sucks and fucks for more shit. Own that. Be the best Tina whore you can possibly be. Here, you earned this. Walt threw him a small baggie with a eightball in it. W: you would have had more but you smoked up most of what you earned. And based on how fast you were smoking up my shit, you’ll be out pretty fast. Hit me up when you need your lungs and hole filled again. Bye little bro Ray slowly found his underwear and put them on. He found his other clothes and began dressing in shame. As he walked out of his brother’s place, he thought to himself, damn I am never doing that again. He gripped his baggie and was off to meet up with his girlfriend. He was still horny as fuck and needed to smoke out with her and fuck her to try and repair his sense of masculinity.

I was in a neighboring city and needed to cum before driving home. Messaged several bottoms but nobody was ready. I clicked on one popular cumdump motels in Snifffies because there were several guys there and it was lit up as active. There was a public message that said "blindfolded anon bb bottom. door open as long as this message is posted".. The room number was there too. The profile posted had no pics and was off-line for over an hour. I was so horny and it wasn't too far so I went, figuring I could just leave if I wasn't into the guy. I go to the room and the bottom is getting fucked and two tops are waiting. Older guys is naked fucking and the other two are waiting with their dicks out, clothes on. Neither wanted to be touched. Older guy finishes and one of the tops moves in. I get a better look at the bottom, he's close to my age, fit and has a nice hairy ass. He's blindfolded, as advertised. The top that moves in had a big dick, probably about 8" and thick. He pushes straight in, one thrust, no lube in a way that probably wouldn't have felt good even if opened up and a bit cummy. This cause the bottom to yelp a bit and he speak, basically telling the top that his dick is dry and he needs lube, spit or cum on it. When this happens I immediately recognized the voice and take a closer look. Bottom is a close friend who I never knew had a slutty side. This makes my dick rock hard. The big dick top fucks him for a while before he finally releases and it's a big fucking load. I can see the grundle throbbing and when he pulls out I can see the cum leaking out a bit. The other guy moves in, average an unremarkable guy. He cums really fast - big dick top had barely gotten out of the room. He ask asks my friend how many loads and he says he lost count at 18. My turn, I'm so hard because I love a loaded hole and this is my friend who is pretty cute and there's no way I would have get to fuck him in the dynamics of our friendship. I'm also nervous. I can't speak and what if he lifts the blindfold.... I slide my cock in and he's pretty tight considering the day he's had. Once I'm in, his hole is just so slick and oozing cum. It's take my time because I want to savor fucking him and I build up a nice rhythm. Feel great for me and he's moaning in a good way. I felt like I was going to nut the whole time and was really trying to hold it back but after about 5 minutes I reached the point that I couldn't hold it back without stopping and even though I wanted to go longer it just felt to good to stop. I shot a really nice load in him, felt bigger and longer than normal. My balls were dripping cum and my bush was soaked. I zipped up and left covered in cum. As I was leaving the motel, another top was heading that way he was really unattractive and hit was kind of hot knowing that my friend was going to take this guys load. I ended up sitting in the car for about 45 minutes where I could see the room door. I decided to go back up and get another load out of me. Ugly guy was still fucking him but he stopped and gave me his ass. I was able to fuck longer this time and gave him another load.

Part Two: Urge to Damage Daniel couldn't shake the memory of Juan's thick cock filling him up, the way he took control, and the raw emotions that came with it. The entire week had been busy, but in the quiet moments, he found himself craving Juan's domice again.ade him feel safe and experience emotions he had forgotten were possible in parts of himself he thought he lost. He did have second thoughts as he texted Juan, and when he booked the motel for the two of them, and even on the drive there, but he ignored them. Paying attention to doubts would lead to an empty existence without Juan. Juan had been bursting with anticipation after receiving Daniel's text. It made him uncomfortable to feel that way again, that was a reason he had been difficult in the past. The emotions were too overwhelming for him to handle, at least what he believed he could at the time. But once they met up at a seedy motel on the outskirts of town and entered the dimly lit room, the turn of the lock shut everything else out. Juan had a bong and was packing the shards in the glass bowl. His shirt off and his pants unbuttoned, belt clanging as he sat down. Daniel stripped down to his brief underwear and just a t-shirt. Juan's eyes roamed over Daniel's body, taking in every inch of him, appreciating the way he'd filled out over the years. Daniel smiled and then turned away as he felt Juan's gaze, desiring him and wanting him. He loved that feeling. "You are so perfect," Juan said. He clicked the torch and started to melt the white shards of crystal. "I've missed you," Daniel said, his voice thin. They sat on the bed, their bodies intensely close as they took hits of the bong. Their shotguns turned into deep kisses, their tongues dancing over each other, tasting the sweet and bitter mix of their saliva and the meth. "I have needed you so bad," Daniel whispered, his voice heavy with desire. “Yeah? Gonna have to show me just how bad," Juan shot back, his eyes staying on the bowl he was warming up. “I will… because I’m not just frontin’... I am serious, Juan,” Daniel said with an edge as he gasped, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke into Juan’s mouth. Their tongues tapped each other before Daniel pulled away. “Didn’t you say you were a broken person cause of me” Juan said, attempting to keep things light failing. Daniel frowned, “Not my proudest moment.” slipped his jeans off and when he went to slip his high-tops off, he clocked Daniel’s eyes. He shook his head slightly. Juan kept them on. “Something made you say it.” Daniel ran his finger down Juan’s arm. “Yeah, you. But the you back then. This is now, and what I want now is you.” Daniel’s voice was firm and seductive. Juan’s cock got stiffer under his boxers. “You, now, are different, that’s for sure.” He slipped his hand in his boxers and started stroking his cock. He ran the precum up and down his shaft. Briefs off and hopping on the bed, Daniel had rolled onto his stomach, his ass perked up. On his elbows, he lit the torch for Juan to take a long, slow hit of the bong and looked up at him adoringly. Juan flashed a smile at Daniel and then said, smoking flowing out of his mouth, “This is pretty different, yeah?” He spread Daniel's cheeks and gently pushed his face against the tight hole. Smoke billowed out from his mouth as he started circling his tongue all over it. "You never ate me out before," Daniel said, startled. "Your tongue… oh fuck… damn…." he began moaning. Juan pulled his mouth away from the hole only to spit on it and push his face into it again. Juan tasted so good, he couldn’t control himself. His tongue circled the tight entrance, wetting it for access. "Are you mine?" Juan asked right before pushing his tongue further into Daniel's hole. "I'm yours," Daniel replied, his voice trembling with excitement. Juan was wildly pushing as much spit out of his mouth as he could. He roughly swiped his tongue over Daniel’s hole, over and over again. Juan lubed up his cock, his thick fingers sliding easily over his shaft. He positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's hole. "Push that hole open," he felt his cock slip in far enough so his hips moved slowly at first. "Open my hole up, baby…” Daniel begged, his voice strained with pleasure. Something about the way Daniel seemed to be demanding things bothered Juan. He became rougher, faster, and more aggressive. He grabbed Daniel's hips, pulling him back against him, slamming his cock deep inside. "Your hole is mine, you get that right?" Juan growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Yes, yes, I do," Daniel moaned, his body arching with each thrust. Juan growled and spoke in a deep voice, "I need to make sure, because Daniel, I am not letting you go this time." His fingers dug into Daniel's hips, imprinting on his skin. Daniel could barely speak with the waves that radiated through his body. He was running on pure instinct, so he started to throw his hips back onto Jucock. I have to show him, Daniel thought hazily. When Juan realized that Daniel was throwing his hips back - something he had never done before - he felt his own waves run through his body. They triggered a power play between them, and Juan felt he couldn't move until Daniel decided he was done bouncing on his cock. He watched, amazed, as cream started to run down his shaft. "Show me... that's it, baby... show me... take all that cock... let me see you make that cock yours..." Daniel threw his head back and moaned; he was so spun, but when he heard the last thing Juan said, he had a jolt of clarity and an adrenaline rush that sobered him up just enough to do what Juan demanded. Daniel moved his hips, sliding into different motions, all while slamming the entire uncut cock into his creaming hole. Daniel looked over his shoulder at Juan, "Just let go," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Juan moaned; it was his turn not to be able to speak. Then he said, "My cock is yours... it belongs to you, Daniel.” He continued to moan wildly, “Bounce on that big cock. Go all the way down.” Slowly, he started to get irritated by how much this moment turned him on. I gotta restore order, he thought. So, he pushed Daniel's face into the mattress, forcing his ass up higher for deeper access. Daniel held his ass there for Juan to dig in deep, pounding strokes. Neither of them knew how long they'd been fucking; they were in a trance most of the time, swirling from the clouds of lust and desire. "I'm gonna cum in you, I'm gonna brand you as mine." Juan grunted, from his cock swelling larger inside Daniel. "Own me." Daniel begged, his body trembling with anticipation. Juan let out a deep yell, growling into Daniel's ear as he released his load inside him. Daniel felt a satisfaction that he had been waiting for; it was what he needed from Juan. It was what set off a release of the fear he had. "I love you," Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you too," Juan replied, his voice softening. "I want whatever comes after tonight," Juan said, his voice filled with a hint of sadness. "I do too," Daniel agreed, his eyes meeting Juan's. They were both a bit surprised to be saying everything they were saying. But this was different; they were different. Juan had submitted to Daniel, and Daniel had dominated Juan. The unfair dynamic, the fear, the trust that emerged in that instant wasn't something either of them could explain in the moment. After two hot rails each, Juan found it incredibly hot that his cock was still glistening with cum. "Show me how much you love me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Clean that cum off my dick with your mouth.” Daniel, his mind clouded, loved the taste of Juan's cum, loved the way it coated his tongue and slid down his throat. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's thick shaft, his tongue lapping at the cum that dripped from the tip. Juan groaned, his hands tangling in Daniel's hair as he guided him up and down his cock. Daniel's mouth was warm and wet, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, cleaning every last drop of cum. "You're such a good boy," Juan said, his voice filled with approval. "You love my cum, don't you?" He took his cock and traced it along Daniel’s lips Daniel nodded, his mouth still wrapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly and that made Juan melt. Juan pulled Daniel off his cock, his eyes burning with lust. "I want you to suck me off until I come again," he said, his voice filled with authority. Daniel nodded eagerly, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting Juan's cum again. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's cock once more. He bobbed his head up and down, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, his hand stroking the base. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel's mouth. He loved the way Daniel's lips stretched around his cock, the way his tongue swirled around the head, the way his throat constricted as he took him deep. "You're such a good cocksucker," Juan growled, his voice filled with approval. "You love sucking my cock, don't you?" Daniel nodded, mouth sapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers down Juan's spine. Juan's thrusts became more erratic, his breath hitching as he neared his climax. He grabbed Daniel's hair, pulling him off his cock. “Open your fucking mouth for me," he said with force. Daniel nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on Juan's cock. He stroked it slowly, his tongue flicking out to lick the pre-cum that dripped from the tip. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he came, his cum splashing across Daniel's face and into his mouth. Daniel moaned softly, dazed and high. Juan collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Daniel crawled up beside him, his face still covered in cum. With his finger, he pushed his come inside of Daniel’s mouth. Moaning, Daniel said, “it taste so good.” Juan smiled and roughly pulled Daniel in for a kiss. Juan groaned, his tongue sliding into Daniel's mouth, tasting his own cum on Daniel's lips. He loved the way Daniel tasted, loved the way he felt in his arms. They lay there for a while, their bodies stuck together with sweat. They may have even dozed off. "This is a thing now, isn’t it…?" Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion. Juan nodded, his eyes meeting Daniel's. "It is," his voice softened. Daniel began kissing Juan all over, worshiping him with his lips and tongue. Juan groaned, his body responding to the tender touch. He felt a deep connection to Daniel, a sense of longing that he couldn't ignore. "Daniel, I...I don't know what it is about you," Juan whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "But I feel like I'm home when I'm with you. Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be." Daniel looked up at Juan, his eyes shining with adoration. "I feel it too," he whispered back, his voice barely audible. As they spoke, their bodies began to respond, their desire for each other growing. Juan's cock stiffened, Daniel's eyes locked on it, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as Daniel stroked him. "This is why I acted so messed up all the time. Like it hurts how much I want you, and when I thought about losing you," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "You can’t lose me. Let me show you why." Daniel replied, his eyes shot a glance over to the nightstand. Juan knew what he meant. Juan reached for the meth, crushing it into a fine powder. He sprinkled it onto the tip of his cock, his eyes locked on Daniel's. "Get you so spun," Juan started to say, dark excitement in his tone, "That the only thing you can think about is me." Daniel nodded eagerly, his body trembling with anticipation. Juan positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's entrance. He pushed in slowly, the meth on his cock burning as it entered Daniel's body. Daniel gasped, his body arching as he felt the flash of the burning sensation in his ass. "Oh God," he moaned, his hand instinctively shot back to hold off Juan from thrusting. Juan laughed deeply, “Nah, nah. This is what you wanted to happen. So it's gonna happen.” Daniel winced from the burning sensation the Tina gave him. He bit his lip and said, “Okay….yes….baby.” Juan spit on his dick and added more lube as he started to fuck him, his hips moving slowly at first, building up speed as Daniel's body adjusted to the sensation. “Fuck, Juan…” Daniel moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. Juan reached for more crushed Tina which he sprinkled in between a thrust. Daniel cried out from the burn, and that made Juan’s dick even harder. He spit on his dick and on Daniel’s hole. “You gettin’ spun for me?” Juan said, his voice light and wavy, “You get all cock-hungry and obsessed with me and only me, papa?” Daniel’s voice was barely above a whisper as he started to say, "Yes, Juan. I would do anything for you” Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel harder. "I love you so fucking much," he growled. [END of PART TWO]

Part 7 We are at the airport waiting for our flight in the airline’s private lounge. When we land, we will meet up with 20 other guys, who are joining us on this poz sex tour. It will be strange to meet Chad there and know that he is officially a poz man now, but I will cross that bridge, when we arrive. Mark is resting his head on my shoulder, while I try to read. Despite all my efforts, I keep looking at one of the airline crew members. I know him from somewhere, but I cannot place him. His pants seem to be somewhat to small for him as his bulge is massive, or he put a sock in there. But I wouldn’t know why, he looks sexy as hell, slim tight frame, with muscles showing and a surprising strong back and shoulder. He has the V-shape perfected. But I take my eyes of him, needing to occupy myself with something else as my cock is already hard pressing against my leather pants and there won’t be any release for the next few hours. So, I put my book aside, take my phone out of my pocket, carefully trying not to wake Mark. I angle the phone over our heads and click, a nice little photo of Mark drooling on my shoulder. He stirs a little but remains sleeping. As I wanted to put my phone back, I receive a message from Luke. He and Tony are currently studying for their final exams but apparently skipped learning for a nice day at the beach. I send the photo of Mark on my shoulder and receive a bunch of laughing emojis. Suddenly, the man I cannot place stays in front of me. ‘Hello Thomas, can I bring you anything, tea, coffee or champagne?’ Mark stirs again and finally wakes up. ‘Oh, sorry Mark, I didn’t want to wake you’ ‘It’s alright Frank’ a sleepy Mark says ‘when I hear the word champagne, I wake up immediately’ ‘You never change… so, two champagnes for you two?’ ‘Yes’ I say ‘thank you very much’ As the crew member leaves, I ask Mark who that man is. ‘Oh, that’s Frank, Graham’s husband, you remember the professor’ ‘Ah, alright, but have I met him before? I know his face, but can’t remember ever meeting him’ ‘You haven’t, but you might have seen him in a few pictures around the shop as he used to help at the beginning. He is a really lovely man, and he fancies you.’ ‘What gives you that idea?’ ‘When I met up with him and Graham a few days ago, talking about everything, your name came up and I showed him a picture of you… don’t worry a decent one, your nudes and more are save with me. Even though, I think the picture of your backside while you're riding my cock, heaven:’ ‘Get to the point Mark’ I say teasingly. ‘He saw your picture and was immediately smitten. Graham then said you were a great fuck, and Frank just was all lost in fantasy.’ ‘But why didn’t he just join one of the group nights and he could have fucked me already?’ ‘He doesn’t like them, and truth be told a lot of the guys just cannot take him. I tried it once, but that cock is just too big.’ ‘Really? Well now I’m hard and intrigued.’ ‘Why not go for it, there are private rooms here for a quick nap, so why not use it differently. Opposite to me, you are a fucking power bottom …’ And those three words stopped Frank as he approached us with our champagne glasses. He looked at us puzzled but then went back to his professional attitude putting the glasses on the table. I on the other hand, had lost all pretence and ask Frank directly. ‘Frank, could you show me the private spaces for a quick nap please?’ ‘Eh, of course, Thomas please follow me.’ A look at his bulge tells me that his cock has registered what is about to happen. He guides me to one of the rooms, puts in a PIN code and let me step inside first. Then I hear the door closing, thinking for a moment he left me alone, but as I turn around, he is standing there. Hunger in his eyes. I step forward and without a word we both are entangled in a deep, longing kiss. His hands wander immediately to my ass, while I start to stroke his cock through his pants. This cock is something else, my mind isn’t really comprehending, but it feels almost like 10 inches, which would be just ridiculous. We are not in porn. But as he pulls me closer to his body, and my hand is now resting on his lower back, I decide to just go for it. I start to loosen his tie, then unbutton his shirt and the muscled torso with the right amount of hair to accentuate every muscle, drives me wild. ‘Cold we film it?’ I hear myself saying, not knowing why, but I want to keep this memory. ‘Of course, keep going’ While I keep undressing him, now working on his belt. He takes his phone from his pocket, puts it on a little shelf besides the door and presses the recording button. The belt is now gone, only leaving the final reveal of his cock. I start with the button of the pants, and as it snaps open I push my face into his crotch, breathing in the manly smell of his pubes, which tease a hairy frame around his mysterious cock. Then I take his zipper between my teeth and slowly pull down. To my fortunate surprise, Frank went commando today, so his cock springs at me immediately, hitting me on my right cheek. Now I know why Mark hasn’t manage this one, Frank’s cock is like an upper size dildo, almost 10 inches long and at least 8 inches in girth. As I take a closer look I see a scorpion tattoo on the length of his dick, the letter P O Z on the back of the scorpion. ‘Wow, what a beautiful and impressive cock’ I say in awe. ‘But can you take it?’ Frank says teasingly ‘only a few have managed it so far’ ‘Oh, don’t you worry, this poz cock will be taken, even if it splits me apart’ ‘Well then, let’s get to it.’ Before I had a chance to take the cock in my mouth, Frank pulls me up and undresses me with force. My shirt and pants flying through the small room, he pushes me onto the small bed, luckily the walls frame the bed completely. He kisses me again, his tongue entering my mouth deeply. Then he crawls over my head and put his cock right to my mouth. I start to lick the tip but have difficulties getting the whole cock inside my mouth. He starts to thrust, which already let him develop some precum, the taste of masculinity hitting my tongue immediately. This encourages me, finally managing to get the whole girth of his cock inside my mouth, even if it only has been a few inches. He pulls out of my mouth and gives me another deep kiss, before he opens a hidden compartment in the wall, revealing a collection of lubes. ‘Well, I guess in this room there is little sleeping going on’ ‘Oh, that’s right this room is prepared for us crew members to fuck. Don’t think this is rare, it almost happens daily.’ ‘Great, take this one’ I point to a fisting lube, getting into it lately, even though no hand has yet, penetrated me. ‘but now give me you poz cock and toxic load.’ ‘Oh, I will and if you haven’t been pozzed already, this will do it, my viral load at the moment is over a fucking million.’ ‘Fuck, yeah. Give it to me, poz me up now.’ We stop talking, as he begins to lube up my hole, with a few fingers already entering me in preparation. Then he puts it on his cock too and pressing my legs over my head to expose my hole fully. He positions the head of his cock on my entrance, a first slow thrust to test my openness. We are both surprised, that my hole offers almost no resistance to the pressure. He looks at me seriously and with a stronger push his cock’s tip enters me. I moan loudly, almost a scream. He lets himself fall towards me and kisses me, while the tip is still inside me. As we kiss, he pushes further, all his muscles on his back contracting. It is an unbelievable feeling as his massive poz cock slides deeper into me. He breaks the kiss and gets back up to control the fuck. As he looks down at his cock fucking me, I enjoy the sensation of this beautiful man being inside me. He looks back at me and pushes again, his cock sliding deeper and deeper. ‘The half is done’ he says reassuringly. ‘Fuck me, stop being careful, push me to the limit’ I say full of lust. He doesn’t need to hear this twice. With a last deep look into my eyes, he pushes his whole body towards me, his cock now buried balls deep inside me. My body reacts immediately to the sensation of lust, pain and fulness. I moan in ecstasy. Frank pulls his cock almost out completely, before thrusting it back in again. I adept to his cock quickly, and my hands crab his ass to pull him closer to me. This encourages him to be rougher, which results in him fucking me so hard, that we wander on the bed and my head is hitting the wall. He takes his cock out of my hole completely, positions me on all fours and with a violent thrust starts to fuck me from behind, doggy-style, his hands now on my shoulders pulling me towards him. I feel his massive cock twitching inside me. ‘Are you ready for this toxic cum Thomas, you will be knocked up and poz for sure after this’ ‘Give it to me, fuck me, breed me, poz me.’ With those words he manages to further increase his thrusting rhythm, which is almost unbearable to take. He pulls me one final time towards him, as his cock shoots a toxic load of poz cum into me. It takes him 8 pulsations to finish his release., while I come hands free on the bed and the wall. We remain in our positions for almost a minute, without either one of us talking. It takes his cock to slip out of my hole, to bring us back into reality. ‘Wow, that was great Frank, let’s hope your seed has finally managed to make me a fellow poz brother’ ‘Oh, I’m sure of it. But now let’s get out of here, I think your flight is ready to board in a few minutes’ We put our clothes back on, Frank’s cum still deep buried inside me. He sends me the video of our fuck as we exchange numbers, because we both know, this needs to be repeated. As we step outside, Mark has again fallen asleep, this time on our luggage, the two champagne glasses empty. I wake him as the boarding of the flight will start shortly. He looks at me still sleepy but smiling. ‘You know, you are quite the screamer, when you think no one can hear you.’ ‘What…’ I look around and see the whispers of the other passengers ‘Fuck, well let’s hope none of those people is on our flight.’ ‘Good luck with that, but let’s get going or I fall asleep again.’ We make our way to the gate, taking our seats on the plane and trying to relax as Chad enters the plane greeting us as he searches his seat. ‘Well, this will be interesting. I cannot believe we are on holiday with my little brother’s ex fuckbuddy.’ I say annoyed. ‘Don’t worry about it, I hear he as sugar daddy on the tour. We might have more fun with it than you think.’ I give Mark a kiss, he already preparing to fall asleep again on my shoulder. ‘Wait, before you drool on my shoulders again, I have something to show you.’ The video Frank and I recorded has the desired effect, Mark is wide awake and horny as fuck now.

I fucked raw all through the 90's and finally got pozzed in 2007. It was a few years before PrEP appeared. I was shocked but not surprised when I tested poz but in a way it was a relief. No anxiety about getting it. I was also lucky that medication was easy to take and very effective

Part 2: I couldn't get the memory of being fucked bareback in a public beat out of my head. Cheating on my boyfriend and taking a load was wrong and I felt guilty, but it also made me horny and I had wanked many times thinking about it. I'd also fantasized about it while riding my boyfriend's annoying latex-covered cock. He had a nice cock, about 7", but he ruined it by covering it up. Well, I promised myself that it was just a memory and something to help me jerk off. I wouldn't cheat again. Fast forward to a busy week at work, a bit of an argument with the BF leading to no sex for a few days, and I was horny. I hadn't even had time to jerk off. So, after the busy period at work died down, I found myself with nothing to do one afternoon in the office and I started to daydream. Thoughts of being bred came into my head and I was hard as a rock. I needed to visit the office toilets a few times to mop up the precum oozing out into my underwear. My boss told me that I could go home early, after all, I'd put in a fair bit of overtime lately. I was bored and horny, so I jumped at the chance, figuring I could get home before the bf and give myself an orgasm (or two?) without him knowing. Of course, I was horny and curiosity got the better of me. I decided that I'd visit one of the city beats just to see what was there, have a look at a cock or two, and then use that in my wank fantasy later. I went to a different one because I didn't want to run into the guy who fucked me last time because I didn't trust myself to say no to him if I saw him again. I chose a smaller public toilet block that I knew wouldn't be too busy, hopefully just busy enough. It was a seedy place, and not in a great state of repair. When I got there, I saw a cute redhead standing at the urinal, slowly wanking a thick cut cock. Excellent, I thought I'd be able to stand at the urinal next to him, look at his cock, maybe give it a feel and a bit of a wank, and then be on my way. It was too risky to do much more at the urinal anyway. I made eye contact and stood next to him at the urinal, got my cock out, which was already hard at this stage, and started to wank next to him. He took my other hand and moved it to his cock. Holding it was electric. It felt even thicker than it looked. His right hand was now free and he slowly moved it down my back and into my trousers, into my underwear, and started to rub my hole. This really turned me on, but I knew it was risky there - anyone could walk in and catch us. Something about the situation turned me on more than I thought and I was in danger of shooting my load. In retrospect, I should have done exactly that and then left. I'd still be mostly monogamous, really. The inevitable happened. A guy walked in. I let go of his magnificent dick and he whipped his hand out of my pants. Just in time for another guy to walk in, who thankfully went directly into one of the 2 cubicles. With the cubicle door closed, I thought I should leave but my new ginger friend had other ideas. He gently but firmly guided me into the other cubicle and closed the door behind us, locking us in. It was only then that I saw that there was a glory hole between the two cubicles. A large cock was already sticking through it, longer than ginger's but nowhere near as thick. Still a beauty in its own right. Ginger pushed my head down so that I was eye level with this new cock and I started sucking it. Ginger pushed until my lips were against the partition. I didn't feel like I had a choice at this stage, and I was probably horny enough that I wouldn't have been able to say no anyway. It's just a blow job anyway. While I was bent over sucking the stranger's cock, ginger once again worked his hand into my pants and continued to play with my ass. Somehow he loosened my belt and my trousers and underwear fell to my ankles. Ginger's cock was free too and I could see him slowly wanking it in my peripheral vision. I was enjoying the cock in my mouth but I really wanted to taste ginger's cock. I know I shouldn't, it'd be cheating, but it looked so good. And with my ass being fingered, I was seriously turned on. As if reading my mind, ginger pulled me off the stranger's dick and turned me towards him so that his thick tool ended up in my mouth. I was right, it was a very tasty cock. Ginger maneuvered me around, with me thinking that he just needed a more comfortable angle to feed me his meat. I had sort of forgotten about the stranger in the other cubicle so I was briefly surprised when I felt a cock pressing against my hole. Ginger had moved me around so that my ass was right at the glory hole. With his thick dick in my mouth, and the partition behind me, I was pinned in place. Ginger stretched my hole open and stranger's dick slid right in. I tried to say something. Cheating is one thing, but taking a complete stranger's bare cock is definitely wrong and I needed to stop this. With the stranger's cock now deep inside me, Ginger was able to hold me and my head in place so that I couldn't move and I had no choice but to accept the situation when the stranger began thrusting in and out. Stranger fucked for just a few minutes and then with one deep lunge, grunted and released his load deep inside me, pulled out, and left the toilet block. I never got a good look at him and I didn't know if I'd recognize him if I ever saw him again.

(Continued) During work the following week Steve would over in the kitchen and grin. The blond muscle boy wrestler with chiseled features and a hot cock knew he had secured a regular hole for his hot juice. As Friday approached, I could not focus on work or school, only the thought of his bare rod thrashing my hole, leaving me exhausted and dripping cum as I walked to the bathroom. Classes ended and I arrived at work on Friday at 4pm for my shift. Steve parked his truck in the back parking and entered the back door with his leather duffel slung over his muscular shoulders. Coming from wrestling practice, he was in his tight shorts and wife beater highlighted his tiny waist, meat hanging to the left in his shorts, and his developed chest with nips poking through the thinly veiled shirt. The total young blond stud had arrived. He quickly went into the bathroom and changed into his work cloths; boots, jeans, t-shirt and hat. He emerged from the room oozing sex. He entered the galley, got prepared to cook, smirked and asked, what’s up for after work? I responded, “My uncles cock.” I taunted him, “You?” He whispered, “Your hole.” I responded, “let’s get the meat out to the guests.” Thoughout the night we cooked, got sweaty and grimy in the heat, and moved closer to shutting down. As we cleaned the grills, restocked the meat, and employees exited, I began to prepare for the inevitable. I entered the walk-in freezer, he quickly followed in behind, and grabbed my ass and fingered my hole. As he did he whispered in my ear, “you ready to fuck again?” I said, “I’m still sore from last weekend, but my hole would luv to rap around your man meat.” He smiled and said, let’s go. After we finished we got into our vehicles and headed for my uncles house. Fifteen minutes later we were at his front door. I had warned him that I would try and get him to the house after work, he answered the door in his jeans and a tank top. More business than pleasure, with a lowered voice he said, “Come on in.” He pointed to the sofa and on the TV playing was hardcore raw group action. On the coffee table was whiskey, rocks glass and poppers. We quickly poured some neat triple shots of whiskey and leaned back on the sofa. My uncle said, “Put yourselves at ease.” Entering his bedroom he left us alone. I quickly downed the whiskey and reached to massage Steve’s cock only to discover him hard as a rock, ready to fuck. I began to rub his destoyer. Suddenly, there stood my uncle in a leather harness with his massive cock hanging down waiting to be serviced. At that moment my hole tightened and then began to twitch. He looked at us both and commanded us to strip. Without a second thought I was bare and Steve quickly followed, his rock hard wrestler cock at full attention. The leather stud now demanded that we head to the basement. I knew then we were going to the dungeon and the sling was barking my name. I began to ooze thinking of the sling, the images on the walls, the mirrors and the cameras. The blond wrestler, my leather stud uncle and myself. Not wanting to waist any protein, I wrapped my fingers along my precum cock and then licked the protien from my fingers. A foretaste of the gusher of cum I knew would be funneled down my throat and lodged deep in my ass.

(Continued) One day at work the stud blonde invited me and a few servers at the restaurant to a wedding reception after work that night. We closed up and then followed him in his pickup to the hall where the reception was in full swing. Walking in we were surrounded by a host of young men and women drinking and flirting. Across the room I spotted this 5’ 9” 160 lb buff blonde young stud talking in a group. The cook from work walked over and started talking with the stud and the others in the group. I excused myself from my group and then began to mingle with others while I kept one eye on the new stud. As the party broke up we all headed out to our cars and as I made my way I noticed the cook saying goodbye to the hot stud and then getting into his pickup. I noticed the new jock getting into a black Mustang. As we pulled out of the parking lot the Mustang turned at the stop light and began to proceed in the same direction that I was heading. I followed at a distance and was surprised to find that he was heading towards the area of town where I lived. He turned right off the arterial and began to head down a street very familiar to me. Not wanting to be noticed I continued on my path for a few more blocks. I turned right and began to head towards my house. Passing my uncle’s house, I was shocked to see what appeared to be the same Mustang now in his driveway. I parked my car on the street and quietly made my way up the sidewalk and onto the front porch of the house. Peering in the window, unknown to them, I saw my uncle sitting cross-legged on the floor knee to knee with the blonde young stud. The young jock was in only his boxers, his smooth muscled body glimmering in the light. My uncle, wearing only his jeans, was facing him. His chiseled, developed tanned body was a perfect contrast to that of the up and coming stud. I covertly watched in awe and as I did, I quickly became hard and felt like I was beginning to ooze pre-cum. Taking control of the situation, I moved to the door and rang the bell. Unaware of who was at the door at that time of night, my uncle answered the door in only his jeans. The surprise on his face when he opened the door was palpable. There he was, no shirt, no shoes, only his jeans. He invited me in and as I stepped through the door the smirk on the blonde stud’s face began to grow wide. He, like the cook, was a hormone oozing sex. I followed my uncle into the kitchen and we quickly sat at the table. He offered me a shot of whiskey, which I gladly accepting. I needed to dull my inhibitions. I had a shot and then he had a shot. I quickly asked for another. As I glanced towards the front room, there standing in the breach was the blonde, no shirt or shoes, only the wrestler body in his boxers. What had been teased sitting on the floor was now a full on reality. My uncle motioned for him to enter the kitchen, inviting him in for a shot of whiskey. Rubbing his crotch he grabbed the shot glass and quickly downed the drink.

Freshman Project: Jason (Part 5) Jason crawled out of bed, his hard five inch cock tenting his dark blue cotton briefs. Growing up his parents had only purchased plain white briefs, but one of the first things he had done after arriving out west was to go to the local department store and buy some new clothes. It had cost him quite a bit of his savings, but he didn’t want to look like a total hick. Blake had mentioned taking him shopping soon up in the city. Jason just hoped he could save up enough money from his job in the cafeteria to afford some sexy clothes for Blake. Jason’s roommate, Dennis, had a Friday morning class, so Jason had a few moments of privacy in the room. He picked up the plain black backpack Blake had sent home with him and set it on the bed then plopped down next to it. He opened it up and dumped the contents onto the bed. There was a dildo, a butt plug, an enema bulb, some lube, one of Blake’s dirty jockstraps, a baggie with a few gummy weed edibles, and a short note. The dildo was probably about five inches long and thinner than Blake’s thick cock. He picked up the note, it read ‘I will text you with instructions, enjoy’. He picked up the jockstrap and give it a long sniff, his already hard cock started leaking pre-cum as he smelt the combination of Blake’s musk, piss, and cum. His phone chimed with a notification, interrupting his enjoyment of Blake’s scent. Jason picked up his phone and saw he had a notification that he had received a text from “Master”. He remembered that at the end of the night as Blake was sending him home that he had asked to see his phone for second so he could enter his information. Jason unlocked the phone and read Blake’s text. Master: Be at my place after you are done with work on Monday. Text me when you’re on your way. I have a swim meet this weekend. I expect you to use your two new toys over the weekend while I’m away. Do you remember the homework I gave you Boy? Jason thought back to and recalled Blake telling him that he needed to research how to clean out his ass and also figure out of if he was going to let Blake bareback him when his ass was ready. Jason tapped out his reply. Jason: Yeah, learn how to clean my ass and decide if I want you to fuck me without a condom He waited several minutes and was surprised Blake had not responded. He read the message again and realized his mistake. Jason: Yes Master, I remember. Sorry Sir Master: Good Boy See you Monday Jason checked the time and realized he had about an hour until Dennis would be back from his class, so he went to his desk and opened up his laptop to start on the first part of his homework assignment for Blake, researching how to douche. Unfortunately with classes and work, Jason was not able to put the research to use until Saturday. Fortunately though his roommate chose to drive back to his hometown of Santa Cruz that weekend, so Jason had the room to himself from Saturday morning to Sunday evening. After he got done with his lunch shift, he returned to his room for an afternoon and evening of exploration. He ate a weed gummy and took the douche bulb Blake had given him and went to the showers. The dorm showers were individual showers with doors so they had some privacy. He followed the instructions he had found on the internet and cleaned himself out. By the time he was done, he was starting to feel the effects of the edible. He went back to his room, locked the door, and fired up his laptop. He loaded up some of his favorite porn that he had downloaded then grabbed the dildo and lube. He put a towel down on the bed, piled up some pillows so he prop up his back in position to reach down to play with his ass as he watched the porn on his laptop. Jason had played with his ass a few times when he had a brief opportunity to be alone at his family’s house. He would use a carrot and some vegetable oil. Afterwards he would destroy the evidence by chopping up the carrot and dumping it in the garbage disposal. So he knew the basics, and even though the dildo was not very big, it was thicker than any of the carrots he had used. He poured some lube onto his fingers and started working the lube into his ass. The videos he had loaded up were all bareback, most were twinks in twosomes or threesomes, and a few had older muscle men fucking skinny twinks. Jason had originally started out watching videos were the guys were using condoms, but one day he was feeling especially horny and had clicked on the bareback section of the website. He soon discovered that it was so much hotter to see guys fucking bare than using condoms. There was also a difference in the way the videos were filmed that he found hotter. The bareback videos showed more close ups of the tops’ cocks thrusting in an out of the bottoms’ assholes. This turned Jason on more than the full body shots that didn’t show the penetration which were more common in the videos with condoms. Jason felt the effects of the pot, it was making him feel his horniness in his body. He pressed the head of the realistic cock shaped dildo to his ass then relaxed his ass as slipping the lubed up head into his still virgin ass. It hurt a bit as it stretched him. He pulled it back out, applied more lube, then slipped it in again. He did this several more times, slipping the head in then pulling back out and putting it in again. Eventually he was able to get the head in without feeling any pain. A small puddle of pre-cum had leaked out of his hard cock and pooled in his belly button. He reached down with his other hand, scooping up the pre-cum with his fingertips then licking them clean. He fucked himself with the dildo for a long time, making sure not to play with his stiff cock, because he knew if he had an orgasm he would not want to continue. He also pulled Blake’s used jock strap over his face with the pouch covering his nose and mouth. Eventually though the dildo sliding back and forth across his prostate had him on the brink of cumming. He was tempted to jack himself off, but wondered if he could bring himself to cum hands free. He sat up and put on a video with his favorite scene, queuing it up to the climax scene then pressed play. He leaned back and started thrusting the dildo into his loosened up ass hard and fast, drilling his prostate. On the screen in front of him he watched three older men taking turns cumming in the ass of a young twink, the twinks ass getting cummier and cummier, as the each daddy shot his load into and on the hole, using their cocks to feed the escaping cum back into the young man’s hole. Jason shoved the dildo in all the way to its base as he started to cum. On the screen in front of him he watched as the cum loads of three men leaked out of the gaping hole of the young twink. Jason’s own cum shot out of his throbbing cock for his first, but certainly not last, hands free orgasm. After he had recovered from his orgasm, Jason grabbed the butt plug, lubed it up using his own cum that had sprayed across his chest, and then worked the plug into his ass. It was thicker than the dildo, but Jason only felt a slight discomfort as the thickest part of the plug stretched his ass ring as it slide into him. He cleaned up the room a bit then spent a few hours listening to music and watching Tik Toks as he let the effects of the pot gummy wear off. He grabbed a light meal at the cafeteria for dinner, then returned his room, took another gummy, cleaned his ass out again, then fucked himself with the dildo for the rest of the night while watching bareback porn. He did not feel like he could cum hands free again and instead wanted to see how many times he could cum that night while fucking himself with the dildo. He finally gave up after his third cum of the night, fourth of the day, as both his cock and his ass were starting to get sore. On Sunday, Jason worked the morning shift, then alternated between using the dildo for a bit, then putting the plug in and studying for a bit. Since he had to do some classwork he refrained from taking another of the gummies. Also after cumming so much yesterday, he refrained from cumming, instead saving up for tomorrow when he would get to hang out with Blake after class. He made sure he had cleaned up and aired out the room before his roommate returned that evening. Monday morning when Jason woke up, he saw there was another text message from ‘Master’. ‘Clean your ass out and wear the plug when you come over today. Don’t worry, you aren’t getting fucked today, you haven’t earned it yet’. Jason worked the breakfast shift, then had a late morning class. He skipped lunch, instead using that time to clean himself out and put the plug in before his afternoon class. He wanted to get to Blake’s apartment as soon after his class as possible so he could spend as much time with his new master as possible. It was hard for him to focus during class with the plug up his ass and his cock hard. He counted down the minutes until he could get of there and see Blake. Finally what seemed like the longest day of his life ended and Jason was standing outside the door to Blake’s apartment. Blake opened the door and motioned Jason inside. Blake had come straight from the team’s afternoon weight training session and was wearing a pair of skin tight compression shorts with a workout shirt, both visibly wet from sweat. Blake shut the door behind Jason then walked past him and sat down on the couch. “You ready to continue your training bitch?” asked Blake as he reached down and cupped his large bulge in his hand, giving it a shake. Jason swallowed before squeaking out, “Yes Sir.” “Good, strip and get between my legs,” ordered Blake as he manspread his legs out on the couch. “Yes Sir,” said Jason, a little more composed and confident. He quickly stripped, dropping his clothes haphazardly on the floor then rushed to kneel between Blake’s legs. His eyes immediately were drawn to Blake’s package that stretched out the fabric of his shorts. Blake was not hard yet, but it still made a large bulge. Jason’s cock on the other hand was rock hard. Jason didn’t see the slap coming, it stung and caused his head to jerk, but it wasn’t hard enough that it would leave a mark. “Boy, look at the mess you left on my floor,” said Blake as he grabbed Jason’s chin and turned the freshman’s head to wear his clothes were laying in the entry way, “now go over there and neatly fold your clothes and put them in a neat stack on top of your shoes.” “Yes Sir,” said Jason. He quickly scrambled over to his clothes and did as he was instructed. “Now get back between my legs on your knees,” commanded Blake. Once Jason was in position, Blake picked up the fully loaded bong off the table. “Time to get you good and stoned,” he chuckled. Blake had Jason take two hits off the bong for every one he took. He also shotgunned his hits into the freshman. Once Jason was baked out of his mind, Blake pulled him up onto his lap. Jason’s bare cock pressed against the thin fabric that covered Blake’s cock and balls. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt Blake rest his large hand on his naked ass cheeks. “I’m going to give you ten swats now for making a mess with your clothes earlier. I want you to count them out and after each one say, ‘Thank you Sir, I’m sorry Sir’. Nod if you understand?” asked Blake as he gently ran his hand over Jason’s clenched ass. Jason’s cock, which had started to soften as he tidied up his cloths, returned to its full five inch hardness as he lay there across Blake’s lap as he anticipated the upcoming spanking. He swallowed hard again and then nodded. Blake delivered nine sharp slaps to Jason’s tiny pale white ass checks, alternating between the left and right cheek, leaving enough time between each one for Jason to count out the number and say his thank yous and sorrys. Jason felt each spank on his ass and also through the plug pressing against his prostate. For the tenth spank, Blake put more strength into it and gave Jason a hard one that slide across both cheeks. Jason cried out as he pressed his groin down hard and arched his back up raising his shoulders. He quickly remembered to call out, “Ten, Thank you Sir; I’m sorry Sir.” Blake pulled Jason up to give him a hug, “You were a good boy Jason. You like being dominated don’t you, I can tell, that little dick of yours is hard and leaking all over my lap.” Jason nodded, acknowledging the truth, “Yes Master, I do.” “Good, now you get to worship your Master’s body,” he said as he pushed Jason back down between his legs. He quickly stripped of his sweat soaked shirt and put his left arm behind his head, exposing his sweaty smooth pit. With his right hand he grabbed the back of Jason’s head. “Get up here and lick my pit Boy,” he ordered as he guided Jason’s head into his sweaty arm pit. “Yeah, taste me bitch,” growled Blake as Jason went to work licking and sucking his arm pit. After a couple minutes he switched his arms out and had Jason worship his other pit. Jason was moaning and whimpering as he feasted on Blake’s sweaty pits. Blake gently guided Jason’s head across his torso and to his nipples, letting Jason lick and suck up all the sweat on his chest. Blake reached down and slid off his shorts. He positioned Jason on the couch, kneeling next to his lap. “Okay boy, suck that cock. I want you to unleash that cock crazed slut I know is in there, show me how much you want, no need, to please a real man’s cock,” commanded Blake. “Yes Sir,” breathed Jason then leaned over and started sucking Blake’s thick nine and half inch cock. He couldn’t get much more than the head and a couple inches into his mouth at first but did his best to take as much as he could while also working his tongue around on the head between the up and down stokes. Blake gently rested one hand on top of the teen’s head and ran his other hand down the boy’s sweaty back. He eventually reached the butt plug that was in the freshman’s virgin ass. He gave it a few gentle tugs before pulling it out. Jason came off Blake’s cock and gave a gasp as the wide plug stretched his tight hole as it came out with a plop. Blake reached over to the end table and grabbed the bottle of lube. “I didn’t tell you to stop bitch,” he said to Jason. The boy went back to trying to work more of Blake’s thick cock down his throat. Blake pumped some lube onto the butt plug then set the lube down and slide the plug back into the slim twink’s ass. Jason gave let out a moan as the plug slide back into his ass, which had felt empty without the plug in it. His eyes were watering and his jaw hurt as he tried to deep throat Blake’s thick cock. Despite the discomfort, he was rock hard. All the years of feeling guilty about and having to repress his desires were being washed away as he sucked on Blake’s cock. He knew he would do whatever Blake wanted, he felt the need to please the upperclassman. Blake shoved the plug in hard then left it there. The boy’s ass was still tight enough that it held it firmly in place. The jock smiled as he thought about how soon a plug that small would not stay in the boy’s ass after he was done breaking him in. Without saying anything, he pushed himself up off the couch, toppling Jason backwards as the boy tried to keep Blake’s cock in his mouth. “Bedroom, now,” ordered Blake. He then turned and walked out of the room towards the bedroom. Jason jumped up off the floor and quickly followed Blake to his bedroom, admiring the man’s toned swimmer’s body. On the nightstand next to the bed were several dildos and a plug that was slightly larger than the one Jason had worn to Blake’s apartment. Blake had Jason get on the bed on all fours with his ass near the edge. For the next hour Blake loosened up Jason’s virgin hole and then slide the larger plug into place. He then had Jason worship his cock again and shot his load down the freshman’s throat. Once Blake had cum he sent Jason home with the larger plug and instructions to be back at his apartment on Wednesday afternoon. Also he let Jason know that he was now no longer allowed to cum unless given permission by his Master. On Tuesday, Blake had Aiden over to share a bump of coke and breed the sophomore cum dump. After he fucked his load into the boy, the two lay cuddling on Blake’s bed. “How’s it going with the choir boy?” asked Aiden. “He’s taking to it like a duck to water. He’s going to be begging to take my poz load sooner that I thought. I’m hoping to have to him converted before Halloween so I can introduce him to Daddy Mark and the rest of his family at the annual family reunion,” answered Blake. Aiden tensed up. Blake felt the boy’s reaction and could see the uncertainty on his face. He gently stroked the boy’s cheek, “Don’t worry Aide, even though this will by your first time at the reunion, you will still get plenty of attention as one of the new boys attending for the first time. Besides you’ve already had the pleasure of meeting Daddy Mark and most of the family at Folsom, which I had to miss because of swim meet.” “Thank you Master,” replied Aiden.

Having a Piss Dom would honestly be pretty nice. Someone who regularly makes me drink his piss from the tap, saves his piss in bottles for me, and thinks of creative ways to satisfy my piss cravings. Having him use me as a urinal for his friends/strangers would be cool too. I know it’s definitely a possible fantasy, but I’m still on the lookout. 💛

Part 19 I was pulled into the middle of the bed and felt the weight of more people around me, my body was craving contact. “Two in his hole at a time. Dump your load and make way for the next cock, don’t take your time he’s got a lot of cock to get through!” Tom said as the men made their way towards me. I felt my body being lifted and turned, I was on all fours, barely able to support myself I felt someone lying underneath me and another behind my ass. Without a moment to think both men began to force themselves into my ass. The feeling was indescribable. I’d never felt so stretched. Both men had pierced cocks and I could feel my ass being torn up as the both began to find their pace for fucking me. I’d never been double penetrated and with the drugs coursing through my veins, I wanted more. I began to relax and enjoy being stretched out. With a hard thrust the guy behind me unloaded in my ass and was quickly replaced by a smaller but fatter cock, again pierced. The pattern continued and occasionally both men would cum at the same time. Giving me a couple of minutes before the abuse continued. My rubber suit was filled with sweat and I could have passed out from the heat but I was too high to notice. I just craved more, I’d truly been turned into a cum slut. After about 10 rounds I felt the familiarity of Daddy’s cock pushing its way into my hole, he was underneath me, I let my weight fall on him and he held me tight while the cock from behind battered my now bruised hole. “Good boy, you’re making daddy proud. Only one more round after this and it’s over with.” Tom said while holding me close to him. Tom pushed me back and the guy behind me grabbed my body to keep me upright. “You’re a tough little boy, you’ve done better than I thought you would.” It was Brian, he and Tom were both buried deep in me and I didn’t want it to stop. They fucked me together for what felt like half an hour, cum was running down my legs and I could hear the slapping of their balls as they both men brought themselves close to breeding me again. My hole was being destroyed yet all I could think was more! Brian came first, his load was so big I felt it shoot from his cock inside me. Tom quickly came afterwards, still with Brian’s cock in me. My ass felt full and very wet! Tom pulled me close to him as Brian removed his cock, it wasn’t replaced with anyone else. It was only Daddy in me now. He pulled my face up to his and kissed me deeply, it made me even more horny, if that was possible. Tom broke off our kiss and whispered into my ear; “Last round boy, don’t give up now, this one won’t be easy” I hadn’t thought any of this had been easy, what would be happening next. Tom held me close and rolled me over onto my back and pulled his cock out from my tired hole. I began to feel dizzy and sick again, my fever must have been sky high and the room was spinning. Tom again addressed the room, there must have only been about 10 guys left, who knew what time it was, I was completely unaware of anything except the cum running out of my ass. “Right gents last round. Arse to Elbow”

This is what happened to me about 12 years ago with a positive guy, we had agreed that he would fuck me with a condom on, but after a while, say 10 min. the condom broke and he pulled out, he just said shit the condom broke, and pulled it of his cock. I would like to fuck you some more he said, so do I i said, so he just looked into my eyes and slowly inserted his dick bare and continued to fuck me, when he came he just pulled out and climed over to take a seat on the other end of the sofa we were fucking on and told me to push his cum out of my asshole, so that´s what I did, he thought that was real hot. I stayed the night with him and he fucked me again in the morning, this time with a condom on though, I suppose I got lucky that I didn´t catch anything. Thank´s for a hot story Tempted27

Part 3: How to Stop? It was all kinda surreal. Sean left rather quickly after he filled my ass with his aids-filled cum. I was still trying to make sense of all of the contradictory feelings I had. Reality started to seep in. I might have gotten aids. The only thing I specifically remember him saying to me was "if you want more, you know what to text me." I couldn't believe what I just did. I showered vigorously after that, and tried to wash out my hole. Despite my efforts, I saw no evidence of his cum leaving me. Fuck, he must have been deep in me? I felt that wave of panic again as i considered the thought. In a last effort to find and perhaps remove any cum, I let my soapy fingers probe my hole some more. I tried to block out the words echoing in my brain "I wanna get aids." I tried to reconcile how I could have knowingly let a guy with hiv fuck me. It made no sense! And neither did the hard-on that grew as I probed my hole. What's going on here?! Intense memories of his recent dicking danced in my head. I tried to ignore them, but my dick was suddenly at full attention. As the water was trying to wash the last bit of sweat off me, I found myself stroking my dick as my left hand was fingering my own hole. There it was again, that odd and indescribable sensation. A longing? Maybe he was just a good fuck. It didn't matter. Sean was hot. It's not wrong to jack off thinking about a good fuck. I figured I'd just rub one out and be done with it. I couldn't forget his words "I'm giving you aids" as I jacked my cock. Why was I so turned on? His message replayed over and over as tugged at my member. It was only a few seconds before my orgasm arrived, almost without warning. And, oddly enough I found myself blurting out "i wanna get aids!" even as I found myself disgusted by the thought. In the days that followed, I tried to put Sean out of my mind. But, at least once a day or night, I'd find myself thinking about him and how good it felt and how I never felt like that before. After a week, I decided things couldn't get worse. I mean I let a guy with HIV fuck me and cum in me. And not just a gentle fuck, it was a serious pounding. I couldn't imagine being anything but poz now. Why not reach out to him? And so I found the courage to text him. He didn't respond to my "hey sup?" messages or my less-inhibited "let's fuck" invitation. I then knew what he wanted to hear. It was much easier to text it than to say it: i wanna get aids. When my phone vibrated with his quick response, I nearly jumped. "when?" was Sean's response. My heart raced. Could I do this again? I took a shot of vodka. I needed to calm down and think straight. One shot became two, then three, just ten minutes later. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. What do I really want? I glanced down at my phone again. The warm Vodka-induced sensation in my chest had a calming effect, I guess you could say because it was much easier to text my reply: NOW! Despite feeling somewhat calmer, the vibration from his response still startled me a bit. "Be there in ten," Sean replied. I kinda forgot how small Lansing Michigan was until he sent me that text. The one that followed brought me a bit closer to reality, "lube your hole well. i want quick entry." I realized that I wanted to take his beautiful cock into my mouth and so I tapped back, "i can't wait to suck your dick this time." And it was then that I noticed my massive boner fighting its way up through my briefs. His response was one part disappointing and one-part exciting. "no head, I want every drop of my poz cum in ur ass, even pre-cum." Oh shit, what was I going to do?

...much later, I staggered down to the coffee bar and saw the moustached guy sitting there. Although I'd had a shower, cum was dripping from my arsehole as he realised when he discreetly put his hand under my towel and probed me with his finger. "Good job!" He said giving me a wicked grin. I ordered coffee and gave him a glum smile. "What's up?" He said. I shook my head. "I just can't believe I did that. It was a stupid thing to do!" He raised an eyebrow, "What was stupid?" "Taking those cocks bare!" I hissed "You mean being fucked and bred?" I nodded my head "Feeling my poz cock shooting in you then fucking in the sling like a bitch in heat?" My cock had been stiffening during this exchange, and now he grabbed my erection through the towel and squeezed it hard. "Now who thinks its stupid? C'mon." He grabbed my arm. "Upstairs. We're gonna make a pregnant slut out of you today..."