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Bottoms want it because it makes their tops rock fucking hard, or excited, or both watching them struggle to take their manhood. I know watching my top get excited about wrecking my hole, makes the struggle so worth it. And likewise, LOVE the struggle face, and know they respond to how much I love how they respond. And of course usually that doesn't last too long - and endorphins are fucking awesome!

Hey all sorry for the delay. Have people visiting this weekend. I will get the next chapter up as soon as I can. Thank you for all the positive freed back !!

Damn this is an old thread, that said, I'll take all you tight boys. Happily! 😉

A lot of bottoms are too shy, afraid or conservative to actually get assfucked and bred the way they think they want to when they're watching porn or trying to hook up. A sloppy hole means I'm fucking a bottom who loves getting fucked and knows how to take dick. It means I get to fuck him how I want to fuck him. Like, you can talk big on the app about how slutty you are and how much you love cum, but I've had enough guys turn out to be awkward and inhibited that I know it's sometimes just talk. A load inside you is like a stamp of approval saying you really are the cumslut you told me you are. There's also a competitive element for some tops, and, if you're one of those, the feel of another man's cum on your dick drives you to outfuck the other men who had the ass you're in. Nothing else can trigger that.

Hey guys...this is the first part of a short series I have written --------- Boybutt4older Desperately Seeking Grampa Part 1: “We won’t block you” The root of my obsession with older men, and my very own Grampa, started young. I was part of a typical small town boys club when I was younger. Like the scouts we would have weekly meetings and we had uniforms that we had to maintain and wear freshly laundered and ironed. We learned different skills to earn badges, learned basic life skills and hygiene like how to shower properly, how to start a campfire, set up a campsite with fire pit, latrine, tents, and orienteering. It was a club that gave young boys who had little male influence in their lives to be mentored in a healthy and productive way. For the first few years, my Grampa was the leader of our group. During that time, I had seen him naked when we all showered after a swim outing or during weekend trips to a rustic camp in the woods. Inexplicably my heart would race when I saw him lathered up with soap during our group showers. He wasn’t showing off. But I was entranced as his naked hairy body as it glistened with soap and he would bend over showing his meaty butt cheeks and hairy ass crack with the soap water cascading over his exquisite bum with his low hanging balls shifting back and forth. Other than those moments, he was just Grandpa in my mind and he never showed any favoritism toward me except for a couple of tender touches here or there when others were around. But sometimes on those camping weekends, me and the other boys would talk about how wide and girthy my Grampa’s cock was…we would whisper to each other in our dark tents at night sharing a flashlight as we rubbed our dicks inside our sleeping bags. Some boys said they had never seen a naked man and that they hoped their cocks would be as big one day so they could really tit fuck a big breasted woman or walk around with a big swinging dick. Those times formed me sexually and personally, and I always imagined my Grandpa as a mentor and father figure. I wanted to be a confident macho man just like him. Then one day, it was over and he was no longer the leader of our group and he moved far far away and my parents never brought him up. Folks said he had moved to California. Palm Springs. Being in a small town on Long Island, it seemed like a million miles away. I cried a lot because of this abrupt disconnection. I felt sad and abandoned. I had one photo of him and me. Me as tall as his waist stranding beside as we both saluted together in our uniforms. Fast forward some years, I only had dreams, sexual dreams, about the big dicked grandpa I lost contact with. At some point I learned about sites where I could create profiles looking for older men who kind of looked like him. Tall, gray haired, mustached, maybe not muscular but hung and kind and loving- that’s what I was looking for. So I started to create profiles on different sites in hope of finding my Grampa or men who looked like him. As I did, I learned about what men were into sexually. I learned about all kinds of weird acts like bukkake, cum dumping, rimming, drinking piss, even fisting and double penetration. I didn’t know what I was doing, and I had never been fucked, but as I watched more and more porn about men having anal sex, and seeing so many men have their asses filled with cum, sperm, semen, I began to crave that for myself. I thought it must be amazing to feel full of cum inside my butt. Those men all had an ecstatic look of joy on their cum drenched faces. I wanted to know what that felt like. I created a profile, a fantasy profile, on both tame and raunchy sites. I gave myself the handle “Boybutt4older” I had never been fucked but I uploaded pictures, many photos, of me showing off my butt with my soccer shorts pulled down, or with a jockstrap. I never showed my face. And I would caption the pictures like “Young hole for older cum”, “Virgin for mature hung cock” “Cum dump for old [banned word]”. Just taking those pics and adding those nasty captions made me feel so dirty and filthy and horny I constantly jacked off to the fantasy. Then on Sundays I would go to Our Lady Immaculate for the 9 am and 12 pm masses. I was a good altar boy. I loved acting and for those 3-4 hours I loved playing the role of the good servant of Christ knowing that I was a cock hungry virgin boy while carrying the Host and serving the priests. I learned about another site and it intrigued me. It was a site for men who didn’t use condoms when fucking. That sounded really hot to me. I knew it was dangerous but that intrigued me even more. With thousands of men around the world on that site, it had to mean that this was not uncommon or a bad thing to want. Not long after I created my profile on that bareback site I had a response from a couple. They were interracial. One called himself a lapsed Irish American Catholic and the other said he was Jamaican and they were a married couple who loved younger men and men who are looking to expand their horizons. The photos they shared didn’t show faces, but the photos depicted them kissing with their tongues licking each others lips. Hot! They hid their faces mostly. The Jamaican had a thick black mustache and the Irish American guy had a thick salt and pepper mustache too. Another photo showed them pulling on each other’s large and protruding nipples. Another photo showed the mustached Jamaican rimming the pale white hairy ginger ass of his lover while he sat below him - the white mounds of hairy butt meat squeezed through the toilet seat of a rim chair and the Jamaican’s face had disappeared deep inside it. WOW! Another photo showed the Irish American partner spraying cum onto the Jamaican’s puffy and wet asshole. That made me shoot my young sperm above my head. So, I sent them a message letting them know they had made a young guy cum really hard. “Nice,” was the reply. “Felt good spraying my poz seed on my slut husband’s asshole before I pushed my cum back inside him.” That really shocked me. Then I looked at their profile again and, yep, they said they were “ Poz Daddies”. I Googled the term and it meant they were “HIV positive”. Holy fuck. I shot my fucking load to that? They sent me a one-word message. “So?” I didn’t want to be rude so I replied. “I’m sorry. I am young and I do not have HIV. You guys are hot. Thanks for the jerk off material.” Anyway, I was on the other side of the country and was safe from ever having to meet them in person. They replied: “We’re glad it helped you get off. By the way, being poz means we have the best sex ever. No inhibitions. No regrets.” I thought about it, and of course, they are partners, married, whatever, they can share that with each other. It’s their choice. I responded. “That’s great you can share that with each other. I am happy for you.” They responded. “We share it with others too, if they want to experience the best sex of their lives.” With that message they attached a video. It was the Jamaican man, speaking with a very charming and sultry voice. His mustache was sliding up and down the pale hairy ass of his partner and making appreciative moans and grunts. But what I heard him say next really shocked me. “Husband, how many loads did you get in you tonight?” His voice was like honey to my ears…so smooth and masculine and like a song, it defied the raunchy words he was saying. The other man responded. “7 loads. 7 nasty loads of poz cum. Move back, I’m going to spray that holy seed back out. I can’t hold them in.” The mustached black man moved back only slightly and then all I heard was moans and grunts as the white man’s asshole farted out the poz cum. First, one or two squirts hit the chin of the black man, whose long tongue tried to lap them up, but then, as his mouth was open, more thick and watery poz seed sprayed out, some right into his mouth. Holy fuck! A few more loud and lewd fart noises and then some more sprayed onto the thick black mustache or up his nostrils. Oh man, this was so gross, but I couldn’t look away and then I couldn’t ignore my own cock hard and leaking… and in my mind I was encouraging the black man to drink it down as it sprayed like milk into his mouth and he laughed and said, “Oh, give me that nasty nut milk, baby…give me it all.” And then, an amazing thing happened. The Jamaican man turned to the camera, his stache dripping with poz cum and his husband’s scummy butt juices and he said “BoyButt4older, you could be enjoying this too with us”. He licked his lips and I heard him slurping up the toxic slop before he dove face first into the mature white man’s whored out fuckhole. Him calling me out personally was a psychological mind fuck and ecstatic experience all at once. I shot ropes of my young sperm and semen while crying “No, no, no” knowing that I had been aroused beyond measure in watching two older slutty HIV cum pigs relishing in sharing multiple poz cum loads sprayed from a cumwhore asshole into a hungry jizz pig mouth. This was so depraved and revolting. I slammed my laptop shut and I actually became angry at these anonymous poz mature men for turning me on to their sick, toxic, dangerous and depraved sexual behavior. The next morning, I sent them a message. “You guys are sick. Why show that to me? Why did you call me out in your video?” The reply was not what I expected. I was raging and meant to shame them. I wanted to judge them for their sexual desires and acts. They wrote: “We want you with us. Imagine us three together, embracing and snowballing those thick creamy poz loads that are in my mouth and we share them in a kiss.” Huh, interesting. Instead of replying rudely or blocking me, they replied in a friendly, almost loving manner. Not only that, they sent a picture of them kissing with long, scummy strings of saliva, which I assume was poz cum, between them. Their perversion, their shameless nastiness and sleaziness combined, made me so full of lust. I had been consuming so much porn that was so fake and repetitive, this was so different and powerful to me. This felt real. I ignored the throbbing of my own cock and the excitement I was feeling. I replied: “Guys, I am a young and healthy 20 year old. I have a great body, a good future ahead of me. What makes you think I am interested in your poz cum fetish? I don’t want AIDS.” The reply was very confusing. “All seed is sacred, son. Poz cum is blessed because of the commitment to loving cock that it symbolizes. In your profile you say you “Love cock”. Do you really “love cock” if you can’t accept poz cum as part of loving cock? If not, you won’t be getting much cock. Sorry, but that’s the truth. Anyway, your butt is so beautiful. We’d love to share cum with you, when you are ready.” Then they attached another photo. This one was really over the top: the white guy had a huge string of cum linking the wide pisshole of his thick penis to the floppy fat foreskin of the hung Jamaican and they added a caption “Buttboy4older, cum and taste us. This is another way our poz cocks kiss and make love to each other.” Again, they were being pleasant and kind with me whereas I was pretending to be grossed out while all I wanted was to be the one licking up their cum, poz or not, from those fat and sleazy Grampa cocks. And also, I thought about how much they must love each other to share those photos. How great it must be to not give a fuck and to show how you really are. That alone made me horny. But still, I couldn’t pretend I was fully on board. “I’m sorry. You can block me. But I’m not ready for this. Anyway, I’m on Long Island and you are in California. You both have incredible cocks and are super sexy…and I am turned on, somehow, despite myself. I’m still a Catholic and involved with my church. I’m sure I’m not your type after all. You can block me, if you want. I understand.” The reply was simple. “We won’t block you. We won’t ghost you. You have to find your own way on the Phallic Path. Peace and Love and may Cock bless you. We are here when you want to talk, or meet.” Phallic path? Huh? Did they mean a path to being poz or becoming more open and sexual, or both? Another mindfuck. The last photo they sent to me was of their hairy senior citizen genitals grinding against each other. The skinny pale ginger Irish American, his uncut stubby and fat penis meat with it’s silver and ginger pubes and hairy dangling balls pressed against the Jamaican’s much longer and thicker hairy sausage and nuts pressed together with the caption “In Cock We Trust” and the caption “Raw is Law. Bareback Only.” I had to search online for “Raw is Law” and “Bareback Only”. I had never heard those terms. But then, I learned about them quickly with a few clicks to shady pages and porn videos. Although I liked the idea of condomless fucking, it confirmed my suspicions. My cock thickened at the idea of not ever using condoms and only have a bare and unprotected cock inside me. But these men felt it necessary to add this as a caption to their photo to me. Why and why me?? I guessed that being married like them meant you don’t need to wear condoms with your spouse or partner. That made sense. It also excited me to think that maybe one day I could go “raw” and have my special man penetrate me and leave his sperm inside me. I got me hard to think that these two older men still fucked and shot their loads into each other. Very hot. And that they were interracial triggered me even more. I admired them for crossing so many boundaries and living their lives together fully and openly. I made a point of saving their photos on my phone and downloading them to my laptop. I’m glad I did. Because the next day, my father kicked me out of the house when he confronted me for being gay. Turns out, one of my Dad’s employees whom I recognized at a gloryhole booth in Queens started insinuating to him and his staff that his son (me) was a faggot. When my Dad confronted me on the phone, I didn’t deny it. He had a bad temper and mom had left him years ago. He had been a terrible and abusive father, so I had had enough. “Yep, I’m gay. And I hate you.” I shouted when he called me and confronted me with his coworker’s suspicion. After I hung up on him, I texted him: “By the way, your coworker Barry has a small uncut dick with a big dark mole on his knob. Here’s a photo of his cock about to go into my mouth. And look closely and you will see his cheap wedding band holding his unimpressive dick to my lips. Ask him about that!” I had sort of planned this scene of me leaving before and I had a backpack ready to go. I was out of the house before he could get home and had cash enough stashed away to help me for a few months. I was going west to find my Grampa whom I hadn’t seen in years. Rumor was that he was gay and my Dad disowned him, even though tit was his own father. Knowing that we shared being gay had filled my head with “what ifs” for years. I was sure he would welcome me.

Chapter 13 ——- Jacob ——- I was working the front after the lunch rush. It was slow and while I cleaned up I thought about my recent sexual awakening. It had been a little over 3 weeks since that first time I had taken Buck/Daddy scorpion’s toxic loads. The next night I had fucked Ant and filled him full of my cum. In the weeks since then Buck had bred me several more times. I have also met up with a few random hookup since then. While topping feels good and is fun I am pretty sure I am a vers bottom. I still want to top every so often but I definitely enjoy bottoming more. I would love to take dick everyday if I could. I have only hooked up with negative or undetectable guys. I want to be sure Buck is my poz daddy. I want his strain to be the one I carry. I was hoping I’d of seroconverted by now. I asked Trev how long it normally takes and he said it could be up to a month to have the “fuck flu” but also could take longer. Or I could convert and not have any real symptoms. He pointed out it took Lane 4 months to test poz. We made a plan to get at home tests at the month mark if I didn’t come down sick before then. I really wanted to earn my tattoo. Kenny walked up front around 2:00 untrusting my day dreaming. He was working the front tonight for the closing shift. His nose ring, earrings, and shaved head were shinning in the shop lights. ”Hey Jacob! How are you?” He asked with a big smile on his face. ”Hi Kenny. I am doing ok!” I said smiling back at him. “That’s always good to hear bud” He said as wrapped his arm around my shoulder giving me an bro hug even though I was about 2 inches taller than him. After that I was sent to the back for an hour or so for training with Trev on the pizza station. Ant pulled him when Lane got there to show him some of the ordering and inventory stuff. Trev was being taught the roles he’d need to know in order to be the assistant manager. Jayden had that role before he left and now they wanted to get Trev into it. Buck had also had talked about hiring one or two more people since sales had been up all year. The thought of new boys made me excited at the possibility of new friends and coworkers but a little jealous that it meant Buck would probably have a lot less time for me in the evenings after he got me knocked up. However, I also reminded myself that it would give me a whole lot more time to explore and have sex with new people. To taste a variety of men so to speak. It wouldn’t be bad at all and I knew Buck would always care for me no matter what. Ant had Kenny and me work in a project in the lobby while it was slow cleaning up and putting up new signage. We chatted while we worked. I had told him about my first time with Buck’s poz seed, the times since, my night with Ant, and the guys I’d messed with since. Kenny told me about his times with the bosses and his pozzing story. It was hot to hear and I was half hard the whole time. He also talked about all his piercing saying he had them everywhere eve down there. I kind of scoffed in disbelief. To prove my doubts wrong he pulled up his shirt and showed me his pierced nipples and his belly button ring. It was the first time I’d seen anything like it in person. The piercings and the tats. They all looked so good on him. I had too tell him I how hot I found him and them. I also admitted I’d never been with a guy with body piercings. He made a small laugh and then looked around the empty lobby and unzipped his pants pulling out a big soft dick and nice set of balls. His dick was completely soft but had to be like 5 inches long. I couldn’t help myself I had to get a closer look. I moved closer to Kenny and bent over looking at the ring through the head of his dick and the bars going down the shaft. I reached out and grabbed his flaccid dick. As I moved it around to get a good look he started to get hard. Next thing I knew I had an almost 10 inch long hard and very thick dick in my hands. “Ummm sorry. I should have asked before I groped you.” I said when I realized what I had done. I went to move my hand away and he covered mine hand with his. Then he started moving my hand so I was now stroking him. He looked me in the eyes as he smiled a devious smile. “It’s ok, just a curious boy. We don’t have an order for at least 15 minutes. I can see who’s coming in through the window in enough time to warn you if you want to try tasting it.” He said before winking at me. My inner slut came out and I was down on my knees licking his cock head and tasting his slit and the ring that went through it. Then I moved to his shaft and those bars. Running my tongue down the shaft and back up. I knew we had limited time so I went to work and took the head in my mouth. It took bit of time but I managed to get almost 3/4ths of it down my throat. It felt incredible sucking his pierced cock. It made the experience so different but in a good way. I also used my hands to help me jerk his large hog as I sucked him. He started moaning lowly as he encouraged me to suck him. Calling me his good boy. Taking his dick out of my mouth and slapping me on the face with it every so often. Finally he took me by the back of the head and throat fucked me hard and as deep as he could. He made me gag some but nothing I couldn’t take and nothing I didn’t enjoy. After a few minutes of this his balls pulled up and his breathing got more intense. “Mmm yes boy I am going to feed you my toxic babies!! Swallow every single drop baby!!” He said as he flooded my throat with his cum. His load was massive. He shot several big ropes of cum into my throat and mouth. It tasted good. Sweet but with a bit of tang. It was very unique to what I had tasted so far. But it tasted very good! As he finished he pulled his dick from my mouth and brought me up to him and made out with me while his cum was still in my mouth. We French kissed which allowed me to share his seed with him. It was so hot!! I was so into it that hadn’t even realized I had come in my pants. I noticed the wet spot in my jeans as we parted. I got a little embarrassed when he noticed the spot too. Kenny pulled up his pants went around the corner and got a lap apron for me to wear till it dried. He assured me it was hot that I came for blowing him. We got back to work after our fun and giggled as we worked. I would definitely be down for a repeat and wanted to try that pierced dick in my hole in the future. I was even so bold as to tell him that. He was totally onboard with it too. The dinner rush went smooth and I headed home after it slowed. I got home and watched some tv. Around 9 I got super tired and decided to go to bed. I fell into dream land remembering the taste of Kenny’s cum on my lips as we kissed. ——- Buck ——- (The next morning) It had been a few weeks since I’d put my first toxic load in Jacob. His tight raw virgin negative hole gripping my big fat poz dick. Him begging for my toxic babies as I flooded his negative boy hole with my cum. I thought of it often when I had a down moment. Today wouldn’t have much down time though. First I had gone to the community center and attended one of Kenny’s classes early this morning. When I left the house around 7:15 this morning I saw Jacob’s new (to him) car was parked in front of his house. That car had been a fantastic buy. It is in really good condition. I suspected he was still asleep when I drove by. I wondered if he had got any action last night. I was happy I had helped awaken his inner slut. I’d put probably 10 dirty loads in him since the initial 4 that I put in him during our first fuck. I know he fucked what was probably his last neg load into Ant’s ass the night after I took his cherry. He’d also told me about the 3 other men he’d bottomed for since. He said he was vers bottom but I’d call him a bottom with the occasional craving to top. I also noticed he’d been flirting with Kenny a lot recently. I hope Jacob is ready for a big dick because that boy has a big pierced monster between his legs. But he is gentle with it I hear. He is vers too so they’d be a good fuck pairing. He didn’t seem sexually interested in Trevor and vice versa. They were too much like brothers. Jacob and Lane had become fast friends and Lane had been helping get into the gay world since Jacob had never really been in the scene. They may fuck at some point but I’d put more money on someone tagging them as the two bottom friends shared a dick. I got to the shop around 9:00 and went through the back door leaving it unlocked so Jacob come in and not wait on me. I kicked on the ovens and got the pizza station ready. Then I got to work on the prep. I was busy and not really watching the time. When I came out of the cooler after putting the last of the prep away I saw on the wall clock it was 10:37. I hadn’t heard Jacob come in but I was sure he had to of. It was strange he hadn’t asked for me to get his drawer from the safe, but maybe he wanted to get set up instead of bothering me. That would be so like him not wanting to disturb me. I walked up to the front area to check on him. The lights were still out and none of the opening work had been done. I started to panic a little. I went through the whole shop looking for him as I called Ant hoping he was home and he could look to see if Jacob’s car was still on our street. When Ant answered he told me he was out running errands but he would be at the shop in 10 mins to take over so I could go check on Jacob. Ant could handle the shop for a little while by himself. We had both done it before. I knew something had to be up because Jacob was never late and would never not call if he would be. I was going out the back door as Ant came in it. He told me to be careful and let him know what’s up when I could. I made it back home in no time flat. His Camry was still sitting in the same place. I parked right behind him, put the truck in park, and fast walked to his apartment door. I got up to the door and knocked on it with my heart racing. When he didn’t answer and I didn’t hear anything I knocked harder. Still nothing. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I thought of the maintenance man that the people that owned this house employed that also lived in the ground floor unit. I bolted around and knocked hard on his door hoping he was hope. My heart was going a million miles a minute and I was only giving him 30 seconds before I went back and kicked Jacob’s door in. I’d pay for the damn thing if it meant he was safe. Luckily the man was there and able to come straight around and open Jacob’s door. He asked if he should come in but I asked him not to for a few minutes while I investigated. I asked him to wait at the door just in case. He agreed to that. The all the lights were out off in the apartment. I made my way back to the bedroom and found Jacob in bed sleeping deeply. He was laying in a bed of sweat. His skin was clammy, his eyes looked puffy, and when I touched him he was warmer than normal. I felt his forehead and found it very hot. I felt his lymph nodes and they felt swollen. I was pretty sure Jacob was going through his seroconversion. I tried to wake him by shaking his shoulder but he just moaned and rolled away from me. The first call I made was to my doctor and friend to get us in to see him right away. I wanted to lessen any pain or sickness he was feeling. We also needed to get his temperature down. He could draw blood while we were there too. I called Trevor after getting the okay from the doctor to bring Jacob in. I explained what was going on and asked him to go help Ant so I could concentrate on Jacob. Trevor made me promise to give him updates even going so far as to practically threaten me if I didn’t. I am older and taller than Trevor but I’d never do anything piss him off, I didn’t want to feel his wrath. I promised again I’d give him updates as soon as I could. Only then did he agree to go to the shop and not come to Jacob’s house. I went back to the front door and let the maintenance guy know Jacob was just dealing with a flu and told him he could go. I then went back to Jacob’s room and managed to wake him up enough to get him up and dressed in fresh dry clothes. I practically carried him to the truck and bucked him Into the passenger seat. By the time I was in the driver seat he had put his head against the window and fell back asleep. We got to the clinic and I hustled him in. The nurse took us straight back to an exam room. When the doctor came in Jacob woke up enough to talk to him. Apparently he’d been feeling fine yesterday at work and last night at home got very tired. Then in the middle of the night he got sick waking up stumbling to the bathroom to puked a few times and then he passed out. He had woke up a few times sweating but was so tired he couldn’t get out of bed. After examining him and taking some blood samples the doctor agreed that he thought Jacob was seroconverting based on the facts and time frame. The first night may have knocked him up after all. Jacob was half awake his head laying against my shoulder as the doctor talked to him and gave him some prescriptions to help with the ill ones form concerting. I made sure to pay attention so I could help Jacob get what he needed when he needed it. None of the other scorpion boys had got this sick. It worried me a little but the doctor assured me it was fine. He’d call with the preliminary results later this afternoon. He sent us on the way to get the meds and get Jacob back in bed to rest. I called Ant and Trevor as we drove to the pharmacy and told them what was up. Ant immediately took charge and told me he’d cover the shop for a few days while I took care of Jacob. Trevor promised to stop by after he got off work to check in. When we arrived at Jacob’s house there was a silver car parked in front of Jacob’s camera. As I got him out Trevor’s mom got out of the silver car and came up to help me get him in the house. She had brought a big tub of chicken noddle soup which she put in the fridge. She had also brought a few other supplies. While I got Jacob doped up on his medicine and in sleeping clothes she changed the bedsheets sheets. I tucked him in as mom cleaned the bathroom from last night. She straightened up the bedroom and got things set up to care for him for a few days. She kissed his forehead before she left. She promised she’d be back tomorrow to check in and back again everyday till he was feeling better. She really was the shop’s mom. After I got him tucked in Jacob remained pretty out of it. I made sure to wake him when his meds were due. His fever broke a few hours after he got to bed. I stripped him from his sweaty clothes and put him in clean ones. I continued monitoring him to be sure he wasn’t thrashing or getting too hot again. I got a call from the doc around 4:30 and he was certain Jacob was now a scorpion boy. The first results of the blood work had come back and it indicated a positive test. The definitive test results would be back tomorrow but he doubted they would say anything different. Trevor dropped by a little after 7:00 brining me a pizza to munch on. I gave Trevor the most recent updates after which he went in and sat with Jacob for about 30 minutes. I left them to their privacy and I called Ant to give him an update and talk about the schedule the next few days. After Trevor left the apartment I ate my pizza and watched some tv as Jacob slept. I laid down with my new scorpion boy around 10:00 after I given him his last dose for the night. I fell asleep listening to his breathing and small snore. ——————— We have a new Scorpion Boy!!!! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and it was worth the wait. Look for the next chapter in the coming days (if work cooperates ha). Thanks for all your patience and kind words!! Uncut

For me the pain turns quickly into pleasure bro.....get it on like donky kong!

Chapter 2 - Buck It was just after midnight as I locked the door. It had been a good night and bad night. It had been Jayden’s last shift with us. He graduated a few weeks ago and was now moving across the country for his new job. It had been a busy night. All night long the regulars that made up the bulk of our sales came in to get a pie and say goodbye to him. He was loved by staff and customers alike. He was the first person I hired, besides my best friend and the shops second in charge Anthony. We had only been open a few months when we realized we needed more help. Jayden lived a few blocks away and saw our sign for help and applied. He was a great hire. Hard worker, smart, resourceful and great with guest. He could work all the areas in the shop but he was best suited for and normally worked the counter. He was an expert at customer service. Him being a cute flirty twink definitely helped. I climbed into my old reliable truck that I have had forever. I thought back to when the shop started and what inspired me to change my life and open my pizza shop. I had been a professional chef, went to school, spent a summer in France working at a prestigious restaurant, all that stuff. At 30 I had worked my way up to sous chef at one of the most elite restaurants in the city. Me and my fiancé, Chad, had just celebrated 10 years together. He was a successful realtor. We lived in a beautiful townhouse in one of the best parts of the city. That all changed when I got a cold I couldn’t seem to kick. It was summer so it was unusually for me to be sick. I rarely even got sick in the flu months. I made an appointment and went to my doctor who did some tests, but we also decided to do my regular STI check since I was getting other labs done. Considering Chad and I were monogamous and had been our whole relationship it seemed like over kill to test every year for STIs. Luckily my doctor had always insisted. He gave me some meds to help with my cold and sent me home. He called the next day and asked me to come back to the office. I didn’t know why but I soon found out. Well lo and behold I tested positive for HIV. I was shocked, I asked him to test again, but he said he had run the test twice to be sure and I definitely had it. He told me to go home for a few days, rest, stay home from work, and then we could meet again in a couple weeks to go over the options. When Chad got home that night I had all the evidence I needed to comfort him. The texts on his tablet linked from his phone, the pictures and videos he had tried to hide in a hidden folder, the website history to the hookup sites he’d been using. Chad confirmed it all. He told me he known for a few months he’d been poz. A hookup lied to him and gave it to him. He figured it wasn’t a big deal since I always topped I pointed out that on our anniversary he had bred me. I demanded to know if he stopped to think about the chance of infecting me before he fucked me that night. Again, he blew it off saying he thought it be low risk since it was just once. Well that led to even more fighting and yelling. In the end we split. I went to my parent’s house. I told them partial truth, Chad had cheated and we broke up. Over the next few weeks Chad and I came to an understanding. He’d buy me out of the town house (at a premium), we’d split up our stuff with me getting anything I wanted, and then never talk to each other or our to the others families again. We had a strict no tell agreement for both us on our status to families and friends. Part of the deal and why I got the lions share of our assets was because I agreed that if by chance my family found out I was poz, I’d agreed not to name him as the culprit. In those weeks we figured all that out I had also decided to leave the high pressure world of the elite restaurant game. I was sick of living life in a kitchen bending to others demands. My head chef was a tyrant. Most I had worked for were. I decided life was to short. I went back to my doctor 3 weeks after I’d tested hiv positive. We talked about it. He was only 5 years older than me but I had known him forever as our family were friends. He actually surprised me when he admitted he was positive too. He had not told his family about his status and assured me mine didn’t have to know. He also told me he had been a chaser. That there were lots of guys out there that wanted the “gift” he called it. He went over the normal treatment plan for those with hiv but he also told me how we could keep me off the antivirals. We’d just need keep an eye on my blood work and when it got to a point I needed it we could put me on meds. I was confused and curious. He sent me home and told me to think about it. When I got home he had sent me a ton of links to different poz websites. He also sent a ton of poz porn links. After a few hours I was hooked on it. It flipped a switch in my mind. The idea of being a part of someone forever. Changing their dna and life. It made me hard and I shoot gallons that night thinking of doing it! The next morning I meet my realtor, who didn’t know Chad thankful, and toured a red brick building in a working class part of the city. I wanted to open a very basic pizza shop. Serve good quality pizza at a decent price and make sure we had excellent customer service. I loved the building. It was a perfect fit for what I needed. Just the right size. No other pizza shops were near by. There was a free city parking lot across the street for those coming to carry out. It was just what I needed. I made an offer and a few days later we closed and signed on the line. I paid all cash, thanks to the money Chad paid me for the town house. I came up with the name for the pizza shop by chance. One day as my tattoo artist was inking my right peck with the red scorpion tattoo I had decided to get it hit me. I’d call it Scorpion Pizza and the tat I was wearing would be the store logo. After I left the tattoo shop I went and meet Ant (Anthony) at his place and told him about my idea. He had already agreed to help me remodel and then run the pizza shop. He was my best friend since childhood. He was the only person close to me I told about being poz. He was cool with it and even cool with the gifting side. He was bi, but we never fooled around. Just weren’t each other’s types. He was on prep but admitted the poz idea was hot. He was completely behind the name and the scorpion logo. He even joked about the laughs we’d have every time we looked at the logo at work knowing the true meaning. The renovation and set up didn’t take long. We were open and going in no time. We had basic menu with 10 speciality pizzas and a creat your own pizza as option number 11. We only had 3 sizes of pizza (small, medium, large) and only one type of crust. The only thing we sold besides pizza was 2 litter bottles of soda. Even then we had Cole, Diet Coke, and Sprite. We were going to keep the menu simple and concentrate on quality of the food and on customer service. I didn’t know it when I bought the building but the shop was in an area highly populated with LGBT+ members and creative artist and such. With us being queer owned our first few customers were glad to spread the word around the neighborhood. Thats when business picked up and Jayden came on board. He was also actually the first of what we now call scorpion boys. I knew the scorpion, especially the red and black one, was know in the chasing community but I found out quickly a lot of our gay customers knew exactly what it meant. Even those that were not poz or chasing. They all seemed to embrace it. That is when they started calling Ant and Jayden the scorpion boys. I was bestowed the name daddy scorpion. We all had a fun laugh at it and moved on. Till one day I was closing with Jayden. It had been slow. We had all the prep work for the next day complete and all our cleaning was done. So we were just talking. I was 31 by this time, 8 months poz, and not yet had sex with anyone. Jayden was 19, 5’6, 130 lbs, slim and very twinkish. Had a sweet angelic face. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. His skin white and soft to the touch. He also had a nice tight round ass. Not too big but it was firm and round. His tight pants showed me that from day one. He also had a nice bulge in his pants. Not that cock size mattered to me as a top. I mean I have 8 in dick that is beer can thick so I am no slouch below the belt. But sucking on a hung bottom’s big dick then playing with it as I fucked him was always fun. But I wasn’t going to put my shop on the line for it. That night changed every thing. He startled me with a question as we waiting for closing time. “So daddy Scorpion, how long have you been poz? Are you on meds?” Jayden bluntly asked me with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. “Umm well, I shouldn’t really talk about this with you but I guess I can. I been poz about 8 months. I haven’t started my meds yet.” I answered with a red face. “Very nice. Does daddy Scorpion have any poz sons yet? I have seen the tat on your chest that we use for our logo. Well they are almost exactly the same. Your tat has blood drops, the logo doesn’t.” Jayden said ignoring my obvious awkwardness around the subject. “You got me again, the shop name and logo came from my tat. But we decided it was best to leave out the blood. And, umm I haven’t had sex since I tested positive.” I answered with more awkwardness. “We, is it??? Is Ant poz too? Does he have a tat hidden away?” Jayden pushed. “No, he isn’t. He is neg on prep. But he is supportive of me.” I replied. Jayden had been getting closer to me as we talked. He was now only a foot away from me. he licked his lips and gave me a devilish smile. “So no poz sons yet. That’s a shame. Are you not into that? You said you aren’t on meds. So that’s a bit contradictory to you not being into poz play. Or is it that you just haven’t found the right boy yet to be the first to knock up?” He asked as I felt his warm breath on me. “Wel”, mmm, I guess, umm.” I started then spit it out, “I am into poz play. I have a ton of poz porn website bookmarked on my phone. I just haven’t got the courage to actually find a chaser yet.” I finally admitted to him. That is when Jayden reached over and put his hand on my jeans, right over my raging hard and leaking dick. He started to rub my cock through my jeans as he moved even closer. He reached up and pulled my head down to his and took my lips into a kiss. “Well daddy Scorpion I want you to breed me here over this prep table and knock my boy hole up!” He said. Before I could respond he had lowered to his knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulled them down to my knees as my dick flopped out and hit him on the lips. Is was a good day to not have wore underwear. He took my leaky cock head into his warm soft mouth and began to suck and lick it. He used one hand to play with my heavy full balls. He had me moaning in seconds with any thoughts of the inappropriateness of fucking and pozzing your employee gone from my head. My poz sex deprived dick was in charge now. He was swallowing me 3/4 of the way in no time. He tried and tried but couldn’t get it all down his throat. My thickness made it near impossible to deep throat me the whole way. But he gave me one of the best blow jobs id ever had in my life. “Fuck boy you know how to suck!! Your mouth is like fucking heaven. If you keep that up I am going to cum down your throat!” I warned him. ”Oh no daddy Scorpion, I want you toxic babies in my ass.” He said after he pulled my rock hard dick out of his mouth. He pulled over a step stood we keep in the back, stripped off his jeans and underwear, and got on it and leaned over the prep table. His beautiful full ass was staring at me. The pink hole barely visible between the cheeks. Just a light dusting of hair was there. “Please daddy Scorpion, eat my boy hole and then fuck your charged cum into my neg hole!” he told me as he looked back over his shoulder. I didn’t hesitate and dove into his hole. Chad didn’t like getting rimmed so it had been years since I ate ass. It tasted so good, even better than I remembered. His pink hole was so tight and tasted so good. It winked at me every time I pulled my face back to take a breath. Jayden squirmed, moaned, and pushed back against my tongue. He was loving it as much as I was. After about 5 minutes though he interrupted my ass eating. “Fuck daddy Scorpion you know how to eat boy hole. But I want that big fat raw poz dick in me!” he demanded as only a power bottom twink boy could. ”We don’t have any lube boy. I am thick, it will hurt if I fucked you with just spit.” I told him as I continued to cup and play with his ass with one hand as I stroked his 9 in dick (that was on the thinner side) that was hanging down between his legs. “I don’t need lube daddy!! Just spit on my hole and your dick. That and all that poz precum you are leaking will be enough. If it hurts and tears me a little that fine. It just means your poz babies will take easier in me.” He said as gave me a pleading look. “Ok boy don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I said and then spit in his hole. I sucked on two of my fingers and put them in his hole to open him up. then spit in his hole and added a third. Then more spit and a fourth. He was moaning and fucking my fingers the whole time. When I got him opened up I spit in my hand and rubbed it onto my raging hard dick. I lined my leaky head up with his hole and gave a hard push to get my fat cock head into his hole. He jerked and swore, but didn’t try to pull away or complain. I worked my thick dick into his hole an inch at a time. It didn’t take long and his ass was against my pubes. His hole was tight and warm. He was moaning in pleasure now. When I didn’t move trying to give him time to get used to my dick he took things into his own hands. He started to fuck himself in my dick. Pulling toward then slamming himself back against my crotch. I wasn’t about to have my boy call the shots. “Oh, you won’t be setting the pace boy! That’s my job.” I told him as I put my hand on his shoulders and slammed hard and deep into his boy hole! That made him cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He wanted it rough, I was going to give it to him rough. I long stroked him making sure to slam as hard as I could into his hole on the down stroke. I continued this hard long stroke pounding for a while, making sure to show this boy who was boss. I pulled him up, turned his head to me and made out with him for a minute. After which I bent him back over and started small fast shallow rabbit fuck strokes into his hole. I reached around and starred to jerk his long thin leaky dick. It only took a few minutes of my jack rabbit strokes hitting his prostate and my hand job to make his hole squeeze me tight and his balls to pull up. “Fuck daddy Scorpion, you are going to make me fucking cum!!!” He yelled. “Fuck yes boy, shoot that cum!! Your hole is squeezing my dick so hard I am going to nut!!” I warned him. ”Fuck yes daddy, fill me with that poz seed!! Knock my neg boy hole up!” He said as his hole continued to spasm and grip my dick. “Fuck yes, here it cums! Take my fucking toxic babies boy!!” I roared as my load dumped into his tight boy hole. I collapsed over his back. We stood there bent over my half hard dick still in his hole. Our hearts racing and breathing hard. After I got my senses back, I turned his head toward me and kissed him deep and passionately. After a few minutes I pulled out of him. His hole was red and puffy. A little bit of pink cum had pulled out with my dick. “Well Jayden it looks like you may have got your wish. Your hole is puffy and red and I see pink cum. You will be my first poz son.” I told him as I pulled up my pants. He walked to his bag and pulled out a butt plug from one of the pockets and put it in his worked out hole. “No, I will be your first official scorpion boy! We will have to go get the tat on me after I test poz!” He told me with his trademark smile. He tested poz a few weeks later and had my tat on the small of his back with in a month of me breeding him. We did continue to fuck around, but with the understanding it was just sex. That was the first scorpion boys. We have hired 3 other guys since then. Well those that made it past their probation day. Ant always worked with them in their first shift and had an uncanny ability to judge people. If they made it out of that first day with him, they were hired. It wasn’t required they be gay, or bi, or that be up for becoming a scorpion boy. It just so happened in addition to being good people and workers, all three of the guys were gay and ended up wanting my poz seed. All 3 were still with us and all 3 had my scorpion tats on their body’s somewhere. They all carried my strain. I was hard as I climbed out of my truck when I got home. It was an older cottage type home but I had renovated over the last 3 years I have owned it. It was small but cozy and prefect for me. It was only a couple blocks from the shop which made it even better. As I showered I lamented how I would miss Jayden. He was a very sweet boy, hard working, smart, and great with guests. I would say I’d miss his holes, but he’d been official with a guy for about a year and they were living together. Once one of the scorpion boys had a steady boyfriend, I politely ended our sex benefits. Even if they were open, I just didn’t want to run the risk of that drama. Thankfully all of them understood and we cooled the sex when they were coupled up. If they became free again I went right back to recharging their holes! As I laid in bed naked, my mind went to the boy that came into the shop today. I’d just put up the sign, though I should have weeks ago. I was holding false hope Jayden would stay I guess. Not 30 minutes after I had put it up that gorgeous, self conscious, polite, timid boy came into ask about a job. His shy smile and soft voice made me hard as he asked about the job. His cute face and solid body made my jeans feel like a prison to my straining cock. His smile when I offered him an interview almost made me cream my jeans. Jacob was just my type. If he was as charming in his interview as he was today he’d have his shot at the probationary shift with Ant. Then if he impressed him, he’d have a job. His job wouldn’t be dependent on anything sexual between us and I wouldn’t pursue him unless he gave me a clear sign he wanted that. And he definitely wouldn’t have to become a scorpion boy to work at the shop. But my rock hard cock and my brain agreed we sure hoped that he would be my fifth scorpion boy! —————— I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. It gives us the back ground for Buck and the shop. Also hopefully you will like the sex scene 😈. The next chapter will have the interview and the probation day and who knows what else will happen. Thank you all for the positive feedback back and kind words!

As a top, cumdumps are the boys i prefer. I'll choose the loose sloppy cunts over the tight virging hole. Sluts have fewer limits, and you can be filthier with them. I whore out my partners, cannot be monogamous. So i enjoy fucking other sluts when they're whored out by their owner. Especially fucking his loaded hole in front of his man is such a turn on. Make him moan and beg, see his owner get hard looking at random dude breeding his boy. Keep up the good work pig

Part 2 of 2 I didn’t get off after fucking Skip and I reminded him I have never cum in a guys ass. I’m completely turned on and I came as close as I ever did while fucking him, even edging myself in his hole. I was right on the edge, leaking a ton of pre-cum but when he started riding my cock, the moment passed. I told Skip he’ll just have to fuck me. I pull my cock from his ass, then grab his jock strap, ripping it down and for the first time I see his cock. Damn, this guy is huge, like 9+ inches and a massive girth. While his dick is plump, he’s still not hard but completely slicked up from all his precum. I figure once he gets started, he’ll get hard and I’m really looking forward to him filling my ass. His mouth quickly finds my taint, which he nibbles eliciting a deep groan from me. Then his tongue is lapping at my hole, and I moan louder as he goes deeper. After a few minutes getting my hole ready, Skip starts trying to insert his cock in my hole. Unfortunately, he’s just not firm enough. He tries for a while, gets a bit of his cock in my ass, but it’s just not strong enough to fuck me and slips out repeatedly. I look at him and ask if he’s not turned on and he growls, “No fuck, he’s completely into me but he just doesn’t get hard very often as a result of a lot of intense partying over the years”. Sensing my disappointment, he looks at me and asks if we can take a break. Clearly with lust in his eyes, Skip says he really wants to fuck me and wants to know if I’ve heard of Trimix. I say yes, and he says to give him a minute. He bends down and pulls a syringe from his shorts and heads to the bathroom. After a few minutes Skip returns and while not yet hard, I know from experience with another guy, it takes a few minutes. Lying face down, on the bed, I appraise the beast in front of me. His cock really is impressive. At over 9” and at least, a diameter of 5 inches he is one of the bigger guys I’ve ever been with. He’s uncut and the hood tapers down over his cock head. He’s got a set of low hanging balls, and his sack is bigger than twice the size of my fist. I tell him I will me give him some encouragement and take his cock into my mouth. I grab and start playing with his balls, as my mouth works to accommodate him. My mouth is full and use my tongue to stimulate as I suck. I add my thumb to his ass, as my tongue explores the space between the hood and the head of his penis. I can taste the the mix of his sweet precum he was leaking earlier mixing with a more bitter temains of his dick cheese. The mixture drives me crazy. I can tell my ass play is having him leak even more. He seems to really like it as my tongue twirls around the top of his cock head devouring his cocktail. Slowly, I’m finding him starting to get hard. I lick his shaft as it continues to grow, alternating between his cock head and shaft with my tongue. Before he reaches full mast, I am down to the root of his dick and as his cock expands, I feel him grow, breaching into my throat. I have pretty good oral skills and while I’ve not lost my gag reflex, I can take quite a bit. Skip seems to have perfect timing as he slowly begins skull fucking me. He’s got the art, of skull fucking down pummeling and then lets up just enough for me to catch a breath. Reading me astutely, he plunges back in deep getting his cock covered in my throat slime. We keep this up for a few minutes when he demands to take my ass. As he pulls out his cock his covered in the slimy viscous liquid he has created deep in my throat. Still standing at the side of the bed, he aggressively flips me around and over then grabs my legs to pull me forward. As he pulls my legs over his shoulders, he spits a generous amount of snot to lube on my ass and inserts a couple fingers; quickly working up to three. I tell him my ass juices are pretty good and combined with my throat slime he can fuck me like that. I tell him I like it a bit rough, and if he really wants to get me going that I love it when a guy who is fucking me like this drips sweat and spits into my face and mouth treating me like the slut I am. With another snot drop on my hole, his cock slowly breaches my ass. He goes in slow, letting me adjust but before long he's balls deep. He slowly pulls in and out a few times then says he needs more lube. Skip pulls partially out, hawks a load on my hole and then slams back into me, making me gasp. It hurts like hell as his massive cock soon dominates me. With my mouth open he hawks another load of spit, landing it at the top of my upper lip telling me not to dare fucking lose any as I lick his nectar pulling it into my mouth. As he spits repeatedly on my face proving his absolute control over me. I reach for the poppers and he pauses as I take a couple of deep hits in each nostril and then deep huff from the open bottle. Skip takes a couple hits and resumes the assault on my ass. His tempo increases and he’s soon pounding me like no tomorrow. I finally exhale and take a deep breath as the rush from the liquid lust takes over. I yell out to fuck me deeper and harder as my body melts into his fucking of my ass. Over the next 20 minutes Skip repositioned me multiple times both on and off the bed and my face is covered in drool. We are both sweating like pigs as his jack hammering of my hole continues unabated. Finally, I’m on my back, legs spread wide, holding my knees. His pounding is driving me wild and without even touching myself, I find myself shooting a huge load, drenching his chest and chin as my cum arches with such force. As my hole starts spasming and tightening on Skips cock, he too screams out as he dumps his load into my ass. While I feel spent, Skip is still as hard as a rock in my ass. My leg starts cramping a bit and I drop my knees. He slowly pulls out but tells me he is far from finished. He pushes the cum leaking from my hole back in with one hand as he massages my leg cramp out with the other. He then tells me to bend over the bed face down, feet on the floor. My cock had gone flaccid after cumming so hard. He comments on it, but I tell him, not to worry, it will be back at attention soon. Skip is back on his feet, and he shoves his hard cock back into me, plugging my hole and not allowing any of his seed to escape. He proceeds to fuck me like a buck taking his mate with an animalistic energy that is rarely matched. I can feel his sweat dripping onto my back from his exertion. This guy wants to own my ass and is merciless in his fucking. Slowing down, Skip pulls my butt up higher and slides a pillow under me. He resumes his attack on my ass. At this position, I start groaning as his cock slides across my prostate causing my cock to get hard as steel. With another deep thrust I feel his cock hit the wall near my second hole causing an instant stab of pain. Ignoring the pain, I quickly take a hit of the poppers, knowing what is coming. He pulls out and thrusts back in. As he hits my sigmoid colon, this time, the head of his cock pops through the bend, breaching my “second hole”. As I scream out a loud “fuck”, the poppers rush hits me as he bottoms out with another thrust into me. I begin to push back into him meeting his thrust with a slam of our bodies. As Skip bottoms out deep in my guts, he pummels me in this position for a good five minutes driving his cock deep into my guts. I’m soon slamming into his cock as much as he drills me with all he’s got. Skip finally pulls out trying to catch his breath. He is covered in sweat and is just drenched from the exertion. He falls back on the bed and commands me to ride him so he can cum again. Now as a good bottom, I’ve learned the art of riding cock. On multiple occasions, especially when the top has used something to enhance his cock, I have pulled second loads from guys who claim they rarely cum more than once. As I mount his steel rod, I see sweat continue to roll down his face and his chest is slick. Instantly the sight amping up my desire to get drilled deep. I grab the poppers, take another couple of hits and huff as I let his turgid member fill my anal cavity. I exhale and allow the rush to wash over me as I slowly ride up and down on his engorged member. I increase my pace, and am soon rocking up and down, clenching my ass tight. I find I’m quickly slamming up and down on his cock. I have a profound desire to milk the load from his cock. All the while, this position is rubbing my prostate and I’m leaking like a faucet. As I finally sense Skip is starting to tense up, I squeeze my ass as tight as I can, rocking up and down. He screams out as he delivers another load into my primed ass. His cock is still standing tall and I continue riding him. As my cock clamps down on his cock once again I slow my pace allowing him to grab his breath. I rebuild my pace and sweating profusely as he begins plugging ever deeper, thrusting as he counter my rideslamming on his cock. After a few minutes, I finally feel my own balls contract and announce I’m cumming again. I deliver a second hands free load that shoots from my cock into Skips open mouth. Skip groans as he tenses up and delivers a third, though smaller load into my well bred hole. As I slide off his still somewhat hard cock, I tell him to grab the butt plug for me. I squeeze my ass tightly so as not to lose any cum and with a minimum dripping from my clenched ass, he pops the plug in my hole. Skip is absolutely drenched in sweat and has cum running off his chin pooling on his chest. On my knees I lick my cum off of him and feed it to him as I kiss him. He swallows everything and then tells me to clean off his dick. I lean over and see his cock covered in white frothy cum. It’s tinged with a pink tint and red streaks. As I go down on him, I’m relishing the mixture of his cum, my ass juices and a copper taste from the blood he drew from the brutal assault on my ass. I swallow every drop and then start licking his chest, pits and neck, enjoying my own cum and the salty taste and smell of his sweat. His hardon is starting to subside. I wrap my mouth around his cock as it slowly deflates as I love that feeling when a guy does it to me. I collapse into Skips arms as he spoons me with his cock laying between my legs and under my balls. I tell him what an amazing time I’ve had and let him know, I was right on the edge several times while fucking him almost cumming in his ass. I assure him if I hadn’t slowed down, I was definitely going to spew. He exclaims with a loud “yes, mission accomplished”! He lets me know he needs to run and I suggest we shower off first. We wash each other off and as he we dry each other off. Skip is curious and asks me what my status is. I tell him I’m negative and not on meds. He suddenly looks panicked and says, oh shit man he’s just converted to Poz and has a pretty high viral load. Since you didn’t say anything, I assumed you were poz yourself or on PREP. He says usually tops but occasionally takes a cock as it’s a hassle giving himself an injection at the right time. One night a bunch of they guys were partying pretty hard, and he guess he got really fucked up. The guys thought he was a total tease and evidently gang banged him when he passed out. He woke up the next day, his apartment was trashed, he had a really a sore ass and was bruised in numerous places. When he tried to take a shit a ton of cum spilled from his ass with a couple streaks of blood. He got sick soon after and converted. I pulled him into me for a quick hug, and said, dude didn’t you read my profile? Plus, I saw the tattoo and it turned me on. I admitted I was kind of hoping he wasn’t on meds and how hot it made me. He says he just got the tattoo a couple weeks ago and hasn’t decided if he’s going to go on meds yet or not. While he’s been fucked a couple times since converting, figuring what the hell, I was the first guy he’s fucked since testing poz. I can see he’s not sure and starting to freak out. I tell him, I keep the butt plug handy as I love absorbing a guys cum. I tell him while I’m not a chaser, life happens, and I’d be honored if he ends up being my poz daddy. It sort of relieves his mind a bit but I assure him it’s fine. We head back into the bedroom and after he gets his shorts and top back on, I reach up and kiss him again. It turns pretty passionate, and he notices my dick is starting to get hard again. He’s finally relaxed and reaching down for my cock, he says, you know, if you want to fuck me again, he can stay, just to prove his ass can get me to cum in it. Laughing, I lean in for another kiss and then pull off and tell him as tempting as the offer is, I have an early am flight and really need to get to sleep. But as far as my unspoiled record goes, I had enough pre-cum leaking from me to call him a success and he has popped my topping cherry. Once again I tell him what an amazing experience it was and was one of the best nights of sex I’ve ever had. Skip asks for my cell number, and I type my number in and send myself a text message. As I walk Skip to the door, I give him one final kiss and tell him I get in town often and would love to see him again. He completely agrees and asks me to please let him know when I get the fuck flu.

He looked good in Twlight 😋

That's a problem, there are way too many guys who aren't even willing to try it.

Wednesday morning I got a text from my poz bbc top I've been playing with and he asked me if I was in the mood to fuck. Lol I told him I'm always down to take his big thick poz cock. He mentioned he had a buddy that wanted to rearrange my insides. Less than a half hour later I was face down ass up getting fucked by 2 thick poz black cocks. They tore me up. Both gave me 3 or 4 big loads. They left me worn out dripping cum.

For dedicated cum whore bottoms: have you ever been fucked on a particularly important or significant occasion? For example I took a raw load on the day of my ordination as a Catholic deacon. I guess some people might think that there are some days where being a complete cock slut takes the back seat, but for me it was a way of affirming that raw cock is my first vocation; everything else comes second 😃 I also sucked off a good friend on the day of my grandmothers funeral. We had a regular NSA thing where I’d suck him whenever he was horny, and I never ever said no 😌 Anyone else?

First attempt at a story. Hopefully it flows and there aren't any major spelling or grammar mistakes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I went to a public cruising spot one night, about a month after I stopped taking prep. I was keen to take a random guy's load. I arrived and for a while I was the only one there. I noticed another guy approaching and made the usual signals to show that I was looking for fun. He looked a few years older than me, and good shape. I hoped he was a top (bottoms are a lot more common here) and I hoped he had a big dick. He came over to me and we felt each other up, got our cocks out, and played with each other's cock while talking about what else we wanted to do. He had a nice dick. I think it was probably about 8", and a good thickness, with a thick mushroom head. I told him that I was keen to get fucked and take a random load, but that it was risky for me to do it. He asked me why it was risky and I told him that I'd stopped taking prep and therefore I was unprotected. He asked me if I was scared that I might take a poz load, and I said that I was scared, but that it also turned me on, and I said that was the main reason for my decision to stop prep. He said in that case I should let him fuck me. We were both still gently rubbing each other's dick and I could feel that he was leaking precum. A lot of precum. He was one of those guys who supply their own natural lube. I just said that it was hot and turned me on, and that he had a beautiful cock, and I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't know for sure. I was a bit nervous now that there was a poz dick ready and wanting to fuck me. He said that he thought I should let him fuck me because my answer wasn't a no, so I probably wanted it. He said he was horny and his dick wanted to get inside me. I was very nervous and undecided. At that point, I hadn't been fucked by any random guys since going off prep, and while it turned me on, I was nervous about the whole situation. I didn't say anything and just continued to slowly massage his cock, rubbing his poz precum all over it. We looked over to another section of the beat, about 50 yards away, and there was a guy sitting on a park bench, with his cock out, having a wank. We were in a dark area, so I don't think the guy on the bench had seen us. The poz top said "I have an idea. I want to fuck you, but you're undecided. How about we go over there and ask that guy what he thinks. If he says I should fuck you, then I fuck you." I think that flipped a switch in my head because I was turned on by the poz talk and by us playing with each other, and now the decision to fuck wasn't mine, so I said "ok, let's ask him". We walked over to the wanker, and I said to him "we need you to help us make a decision. He wants to fuck me, but I'm undecided. Neither of us brought a condom so if he fucks me, it'll have to be bareback." I hadn't finished explaining the situation and the wanking guy said immediately "he should fuck you" I said "before you make a decision, we'll do whatever you tell us to, but I need you to know that I'm neg and not on prep, and he's poz" The wanker didn't even take a moment to think about it and just said "he should fuck you here, so I can watch" The poz guy wasted no time. He spat on his dick, moved behind me, and started to push in, and said to me "relax that hole. He said that we have to fuck, so I have to fuck you now" I just said fuck, and let him in. His spit and his own copious precum meant that he slipped in easily, even considering the size of his knob. It felt so good when he was balls deep. Nothing feels as good as being impaled on a large bare cock. I lost my inhibitions about letting his poz dick inside me and enjoyed the sensations. While fucking me, the poz top pushed my head down and made me suck the wanking guy's cock. I could feel the top speed up a bit and I realised he was going to cum. I remembered that it would be risky for me to take his load, and wondered if I should tell him to pull out but before I had a chance, and while my mouth was still full of the other guy's cock, he asked the other guy if he should breed me, he said "I'm going to cum. Should I cum in his ass?" The other guy asked him if I was he telling the truth earlier about me being neg and him being poz. The top said "yes. I'm poz and he's neg. Can I cum inside him?" The other guy said "I don't care. Cum in him if you want" And with that, the top let loose and filled me with poz cum. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me and I'm sure he gave me a big load. I was wanking my own dick and shot my load just as he filled me up, the pulsing of his dick in my ass sending me over the edge. A few seconds later, the other guy shot his cum in my mouth. I never asked or learned if he was poz too. It didn't seem to matter at the time.

We have been together for quite a long time, Matt and I. After these 15 years of mutual love, we have a deep and passionate affection, though the sex was less frequent. And to be honest, I was mostly the culprit here. I could see I was satisfying him. He was often at the initiative, and in these occasion that was great, but still, I felt it was not enough for him. Likely due to the fact I was not well endowed, a mere 4 inch hard, and cumming quickly while he would need minutes of jerking off to climax. At some earlier during the year, I notice he was browsing stuff on his phone and the computer, but quickly closing or switching apps when I was approaching. That seemed odd to me. Could he be cheating on me ? I doubt it. Though we were exclusive, we often made joke about a "side-lover", and in these cases, he seemed he would not be jeaslous about it but join the fun. This became a pattern. I tried to talk about it with him. He kind of apologized, thoiugh stating he was watching porn. That sounded strange to me, we already watched porn together, and one found the other watching he, he joined the party... So on a day day I was not working while he was at his office, I tried to look at the computer. Nothing in the brwoser history. However I noticed he did not disconnect his password manager. I knew I should not do it, but that I was so eager to knwo I could not help it. I opened it, and found some credentials to some sites thisvid, which I knew hsted some porn vids, and breedingzone. I did not that one. I connected to it with his creds, and was browsing through the site content. This was some good reading material, especially the bareback part. I noticed that Matt had actually reacted to several posts, but in another forum "The backroom". I looked at his posts "God, I would love to be at the twink's place", "So hot story, man, wish you could poz me too"... same kind of comments over and over. When I read the stories he reacted to, I was disbelief. He was turned on by guys sharing their HIV strain to others. Worse, the ones he loved the most were the ones where the bottom was not aware of it at first... That is only then I noticed I was so hard and leaking that my trunk was soaked... I jerked and came as I rarely did before. "Fuck..." I though to myself. That night, when we were in the room, I bred him more than twice, which was "the usual" pattern. He seemed sore and complained a bit about it, but when I shove his head in the pillow saying "shut up, I know you love when I am rough", he submitted, his ass clenching even more on my dick. After that, I created my own profile on the site, stating I was likely poz, though not sure but a pure top. I posted some fiction stories about seeding guys, hoping to conver them. Until once he commented one of my story as well "Fuck man, I just came all over myself reading your story". Well that is he is up to when working from home. Naughty boy - he was craving to be bred by some random men with huge dicks. I was actually becoming obcessed by this, and then it strucked me... Why could I not just realize his fantazy. If he wants to be bred by others, well so be it... I started to plan. I bought some double hand and ankle cuffs. I browsed some hook up sites, and contacted some well endowed guys, stating they are positive. Two men replied. I checked their profile again. Two well-built daddies in their late fourties, and well endowed. The first claimed having a 8x5 inches, and was displaying a biohazard tatoo just above his scrotch. The second had a picture of his dong compared to wine bottle, and the latter did not seem much bigger... and a black scorpion tattoo's on his chest with a green drop at the edge of its dart. These are the guys. I wanted. I chatted with them and explained I wanted to offer my love, who called "my boy", a gift for his birthday, and how I was foreseeing the fun party. And so it happened. On the afternoon, of Matt's birthday, we made out and I conducted him to the bed room. I undressed him, roaming his smooth body. I puched him on the bed and went on sucking his cock. Too absorbed by the feeling, he did not react as I was maneuvering him so his head was against a the headboard. I wend up kissing his belly up to his mouth, while I discretly retrive one pair of the cuffs from the nighstand. As were making out, I took one of his hand and locked it too one of the bed rail. He looked at me with surprise, but with a lustful grin. He just gave his second arm on the opposite side. I locked it up as well. "Wow, you bought some naughty stuff here, honey". "Yeah, you like that ?" "Oh yes... you know I love being submissive". "Good! This is just the beginning!" Our eyes locked both with lust, I removed my top and trousers, keeping my brief on. My hardon deforming it, I wanted to tease him first. I placed my self between his legs, and slowly push his ass up with my thighs. Matt raised his legs. I took one of his ankle and maneuvered it to his hand to lock it as well. His eyes widen in surprise. "Fuck Joe, you really want me to be locked" he said with lust, but also a slightly tone of fear, as I grasp the other ankle to lock it. "Here you are! what a view from where I am Matt..." I started to rock my hips against his pucker, with my brief on. He already started to moan with that when the door bell rang. "Fuck who that can be? leave it be" Matt said, annoyed, when he saw I got up. "I will just check, so we are really at peace". I took a short and got downstairs. I could see through the doors two men standing. I quietly opened the door and invited them in while keeping them silent. Kyle and Sebb introduced themselves to me. "Okay guys, I have just locked Matt but not bred yet. I propose you just get yourself at ease and start getting up when you ear him mean. Trust me you will" "Okay Joe. You really sure you want us to go on with this? because once we are in your boy there is no turning back" "Well anyway, you are on meds and undetectable, right ? so yeah" Leaving no time for them to answer, as i could not imagine people would not actually be without medication for this. I went back up leaving them with their lustty smiles. "Who was it ?" Matt asked. "Oh some handsome sollicitors" I replied being naked, positionning my self with my rock hard cock leaking. I aligned my cock on his pucker starting to push in. "You should have let them in" Matt replied starting moaning. "Who said I did not ?" I replied pushing deep, with a smile. I started to pump, and as I unfortunately do, I came deep in him. Matt was still moaning. I slowly withdraw, circling by wet cock on his hole to lube it more. Kyle and Sebb has entered the room without a noise. As they climbed on the bed, Matt said "What the fuck!" "Shhh Honey, I know you dreamed about it!" I said as I got up and went to sit on the armchair facing the bed. Kyle aligned his cock with Matt hole and started to push. "Fuck man you are tight" He said while pushing in slowly and without stopping until he is ballsdeep. Matt had his eyes locked on the man chest, while breathing heavily. "You like what you see boy ?" Seb asked, Matt was not answering, not properly seeing the man who spoke behind Kyle. Sebb went to the side of the bed, near to me, reavealing himself to Matt who turned his head. I saw a bit of fear in Matt's eyes, while his faced was a bit distorted by the pain of Kyle cock now full in. "Man, you are so tight - I bet you never took another dick besides the tiny one of your partner, right", Kyle asked. Matt nodded "Fuck, Joe... what is happening ?" Matt asked. "Honey, I am just granting one of your dark desire. I read your posts on breeding zone" I replied. "Fuck..." was all he could only answer, while Kyle was starting to plow him hard. "Well mate, please blow me in the meantime" instructed Sebb putting a hand behind by head sure. I brought my mouth to his cock which was drooling precum. I started to put his big mushroom head in my mouth, locking my eyes on his biohazard tattoo on his belly "That's it man, suck that poz dick". Lost in my lust, seeing Matt being fucked by another man and these big dicks, my balls were thinking for me and could not listen to my brain raising alarms... "I am gonna breed you boy..." Kyle said after a few minutes of relentlessly fucking Matt... While I was still blowing Sebb, I was seeing Kyle accelerating his movement, untill with one final thrust he went deep and sigh with the climax "Fuck... take that poz load boy!!" "Fuck... I am cumming too" Matt added, his dick pulsating and erupting over his torso and some landing in his opened mouth As I was about to get up to kiss Matt, Sebb maintained me pinned in the armchair "Wait a second man, I am also releasing my load here" and as told, I felt his cockhead erupting down my throat... "Look at me" Sebb ordered "You like the taste of my toxic cum?" his asked with an evil grin pushin his cock deeper. I choked on it while nodding. "Good! Now let have a turn at your boy pussy!" with that Sebb withdraw from my mouth, mixed spit and cum string from my lips to his cockhead flying. I saw Kyle withdrawing from Matt's ass. It was just gaping, with some pinkish around his hole. Sebb positionned his big cock, and rammed in with one powerfull thrust, making Matt crying. Kyle chuckled, while getting off bed and coming to be "be kind and clean that cock!" he told me with the same powerfull hand behind my head. Mesmerized by Sebb's powerfuck, I just opened my mouth for Kyle's dick. As he made me suck him, I could taste Matt's ass juice, Kyle's cum and some iron taste. Kyle's cock was already hard, and as I looked him up, he took my head with both his hands and facefucked me. "Yeah you taste your boy's blood on my dick ? Well you did not prepare him enough, but that better for our seeds to take in" in said with a smile. Matt and I were both fucked. After several minutes, they were both panting. Kyle made me look as him and just blow his load down my throat. How could a man cum so much... It was like I being forced to drink.. He sighs with the relief of the climax and withdrew from my mouth. "Thanks man, you were both good holes". At the same moment, Sebb went crazy and going verbal with Matt "Fuck, I will poz you, you slutty boy!" And as he was thrusting slower but brutally he unloaded "Take my toxic wad boy!". He was still thrusting to push deeper both Kyle's and his loads. "Well, I think you are fucked boy! Considering my redish pole and both our potent cum! " He withdrew, turned to Kyle and I and add "Mission Accomplished sir!! " Both Kyle and Sebb got dressed and made their way out, leaving us both panting while adding "Feel free to reach out to us if you want a recharge or if you did not convert". I got up from the armchair, put myself between Matt's legs and just plunge my dick in his gaping ass. I was almost not touching his inner walls, though that was sufficient with all that happened to make me cum. I maintain myself burried in him for a while. He was looking at me with a lusty smile... "Joe, you silly fucker... that is completly crazy... I never came like that before... but still, we might be exposed now" I bend over to kiss him and whispered to him. "Well, whatever happens next, I will always love you. Happy Bday my love!"

“Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy.” Matt shuddered hearing the words whispered into his ear, knowing it was too late to go back now. His heart raced, and in his brain, he knew he was in trouble. He pulled at the leather restraints that were tightly fastened around his wrists and ankles, but it was all in vain. Daddy just chuckled, telling him to stop fighting it - he was going to be a good whore now whether he liked it or not. He was powerless, just a fly in the spiderweb that Daddy had carefully constructed over months. He was going to be Daddy’s next victim. Matt thought about what had led him to this place where he was about to be sacrificed to a twisted man’s carnal desires, terrified at what might happen and unsure if he’d get out of this alive. Maybe he could get away if he cooperated and gave this domineering daddy a blowjob. Once he started to feel Daddy’s finger slowly dig and scratch into his tight ass, he thrashed around, trying to scream out for help. But no one was there to save him from this twisted situation. It had all started innocently enough. He was new in town, a small-town 35-year-old who was suddenly in a thriving gay community with thousands of men all around him. He was eager to explore the leather scene he had long fantasized about, so Matt spent his nights and weekends socializing and introducing himself to the locals. He started to make friends in a cigar group, and a buddy who worked at the local leather shop took him under his wing to help him choose his first leathers. He bought a harness - all gay men need a simple harness - and loved how the leather and metal felt against his chest and back. A pair of boots made him feel more masculine than ever before. Armbands and a leather jockstrap completed his outfit, making him feel sexy and butch. The local daddies started to notice the boy’s newfound confidence when out at the leather bars. Over time, he had a group of friends he could smoke cigars with and learn more about the old guard days of leather that were happening before he was even born. Matt loved being a part of this community, but he hesitated about one thing: Sex. Everyone in his new city seemed obsessed with breeding, and they were all so open and eager about taking raw cock or shooting their cum into whatever ass they could get. Some guys even proudly boasted about fucking unwilling bottoms who were too messed up to stop what was happening. It scared Michael, and he knew he’d have to be careful if he wanted to stay safe. He had tried dating a couple of guys, but he felt like they only wanted his ass, not his brain or heart. He even went home with a man one night who seemed so nice and friendly, thinking they’d just have a drink and maybe kiss some. Instead, the man immediately went into the bathroom and emerged moments later naked, hard, and talking about getting him high on meth. He laughed as he said he was going to give the boy his nasty cum, a sinister look in his eyes. Matt bolted out the door and avoided that man, feeling like he would never meet someone who would respect his wishes. He decided to focus his time and energy on friends, thinking it was just too risky to get himself into another dangerous situation like that. He had fun, but would go home to jerk off alone. He started to worry he’d never fall in love or have the kind of sex he wanted. If only a kind, safe-sex guy like himself would come along, he’d think. And then, on a seemingly normal Friday night out at the bar with his cigar friends, he saw a new face in the crowd. This man was obviously unwell, ragged from what seemed to be a hard life and some kind of illness. His leathers looked old and worn, no doubt from decades of use. The vest he was wearing made it easy to see just how thin he really was - just a bunch of bones and skin, though for some reason he had a big round gut. His jeans were obscenely tight, and Matt couldn’t help but notice what looked like the outline of a massive cock sticking out. And was that a big wet spot from a leaking cock? Matt’s stomach churned as he saw this mystery man start to walk over to the group. “Hi,” he said, holding out a big hand to shake the regulars’ hands. “I’m Blake. Just moved to town.” The guys took turns welcoming Blake to the city, introducing themselves, and giving him some insider advice on the best places to check out. Matt was polite, but something scared him about this skeletal man who seemed unwell, and he couldn’t quite figure out his fears. When it was turn to shake Blake’s hand, the new guy had a tight grip that seemed to linger longer than he had with the rest of the group, making intense eye contact with Matt the entire time. There was something sinister about that look, but Matt figured he must just be imagining it. The guys enjoyed a few hours of hanging out at the bar, smoking their cigars and putting back drinks like they always did. Blake was generous with the guys, buying several rounds for everyone and even getting a few shots of whiskey for Matt after a friend had mentioned that he’s the whiskey drinker of the group. Matt thought it was odd that Blake wasn’t drinking at all, but didn’t ponder it much. Blake was flirting with him, even mentioning at one point that he loves using pretty little bottom boys like him. Matt tried to laugh it off and politely declined, saying he wasn’t interested. As the night went on, the guys eventually left one by one. Soon, it was just Matt and Blake at the table. Matt was drunk enough at that point to not be as scared by this new guy, but still felt like something was off. He found out Blake was 65 years old, recently widowed, and a longtime part of the leather scene. He moved to town for a fresh start and a chance to find some “young new victims,” he said with a devilish grin. Matt shrugged it off as a bad joke and explained he wasn’t really looking to date right now. Blake left for a minute and came back to the table, three shots of whiskey in his hand, and told Matt to drink up. Matt didn’t want to seem rude, so he accepted these gifts from Blake, downing all three in less than 10 minutes. He was having a hard time even just sitting down, and knew he needed to sleep this off. But Blake retuned with another round of shots, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Eventually, Matt took out his phone to get an Uber, but his drunken clumsiness caused him to lose his grip and drop his phone - and the screen shattered the moment it hit that brick patio. He was miles from home and didn’t know what he was going to do. Blake leaned over, taking Matt’s drunk face in his hands to look him in the eyes and ask if he needed help. Matt tried to decline, but Blake insisted. He wasn’t drunk, and his car was right outside. He’d be happy to drive Matt home. Matt was struggling to stay awake at this point. With no better options, he accepted this offer, telling Blake that he was so generous all night. Blake helped the boy into the passenger seat, asked for his address, and told him to relax and get comfortable for the ride ahead. Matt thought that was an odd way of saying it, but he was so drunk and tired, and he felt like he was melting into the seat. He closed his eyes, expecting to be back home in 15 minutes. When he finally woke back up, he didn’t know where he was, but it wasn’t home or in Blake’s car. He tried to say something but all that came out was a muffled sound. It felt like some kind of rubber ball was stuck in his mouth. When he tried to reach for his mouth, he realized his hands were somehow restrained. So were his ankles. He couldn’t see anything because some kind of heavy leather hood was over his head. He could sense that he wasn’t alone, but all he could hear was his own pounding heart and panicked breath. Then, footsteps slowly got closer and closer, seemingly caused by heavy boots. Matt struggled but couldn’t get out of his predicament. He started to cry, wondering what was happening to him. He didn’t have to wait long for an answer. “Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy,” Blake said, letting out an evil laugh as Matt cried out in terror. “You’re my whore now.”

Yes. I love to be face fucked. Like the lowest level of slut.

I have a responsible job and need to lead, so when it comes to sex, i enjoy somebody else making the decisions and telling me what to do. There is always a limit to what anyone will take, but i like to be pushed and having the satisfaction after that someone has derived pleasure from the service I have provided for them.

Will be available to get loaded on November 10th. First time in NYC. Please help me never forget it… Eager and willing sub bbttm. Currently locked and desperate for loads.

every time i get fucked by a BBC i end up goin on a fuckin bender for black dick tht goes on for days

I agree when being fucked, my goal is to get bred. If the top wants a bit of rough play and pain, all good with me and I do like a bit of rough. There have been times I signal the top it is too much, they had mostly stopped but some like to see if they can push me a bit further. All good. Personally I don’t feel inferior.

Love having that sweaty cock stink in my nose. Wiping its juice all over my face.

Does anyone knows who's that hot top? 🤤 [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/hung-bosnian-daddy-monster-cock/

FROM STRAIGHT BOY TO CUMDUMP IN ONE NIGHT ----the story of my transformation---- The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college started out as the most boring summer of my life. I had stayed at university to take summer classes and was subletting a room in a shitty four-bedroom apartment of which I was the only resident. I worked at a local movie store fifteen hours a week and was taking two classes both of which were over by two pm on Mondays and Wednesdays. The rest of the time I just spent watching Netflix going for runs, and jerking off. I had run track in high school and still kept up with my workouts keeping my lean frame in shape. At that time I was five eleven, one hundred and fifty pounds, with short-cropped black hair and the starting of a rather thick pelt of hair across my body. Puberty had come a little late to me and I had been hairless all through high school for the most part, but freshman year it had struck with a vengeance and I now grew thick coarse black leg and arm hair, my pits long bushy shrubs, and my chest hadn’t sprouted a patch in the middle but rather was slowly becoming carpeted in black hair. I loved it, I thought all the hair made up for my slight build and made me look manlier so I showed it off every chance I got. Normally when I went for a run I just ran round the campus, but on this particular day I was in a mood, bored with my solitary routine, sick of not seeing any of my friends cause they had all gone home for the summer, and over feeling trapped on campus so I made my way to a bike trail that ran through most of the town and started to run as far away from campus as I could. It was a hot day and the sweat ran down my bare torso and I jogged along for several miles. Most of the trail was bordered by trees, but every once in a while there was a gap and you could see into the back gardens of the people who’s houses back onto the trail. I had run the trail before and there was almost never anything of interest happening on it, in fact the only real appeal of the trail was that it was away from the school. I suppose before I continue with my story that I should mention that at this point in time I believed myself to be straight. This is in fact the story of how I came to realize that not only was that not true, but just how very much of a fag I really was. Despite believing myself to be straight I had always been interested in the male form. I could never help but to look when I saw a real manly man out and about. So what happened next really should have been no surprise. As I ran round a bend in the trail I found myself facing one of those patches where the trees thinned and you could seen to some random person’s back garden. This back garden however didn’t belong to just anyone. There in the clearing pushing a wheel barrow full of dead plants was a six foot six inch tall sweat soaked muscle bear. He had a strong pronounced jaw line sprinkled with salt and paper stubble, his head was shaved but the skin was tan from the sun. His arm muscles flexed under the dark bronze skin and hair as he moved the wheel barrow across the yard his bare chest glistening with sweat from the heat. Though I was staring intently at this perfect specimen of manliness I was still running until suddenly I caught my foot on a root and tumbled ass over elbow over the small bush that separated the trail from the Adonis’s backyard and landed sprawled face down on his perfectly kept grass. “Holy shit,” I heard him call out, “you ok kid?” “Yeah, I’m fine… just tripped… sorry.” I wanted to get out of there as quickly as I could even and though I was already flushed from the heat running I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I rolled over and started to stand up when the ankle that I had caught on the tree root gave way underneath me. “You don’t seem ok kid, come on… let’s get you inside and make sure that ankle’s not broken.” As he walked over to me I was overwhelmed by his smell, a thick pungent musk that I found to be intoxicating. My head was swimming as I tried to focus through the haze of his sweat stink and I hardly noticed him picking me up and helping me to stand so that we could hop back to the house. He took me into the kitchen, sat me at the table and started to unlace my shoe to look at my ankle. I barely paid attention to anything that happened, till he said it was just a bad sprain and that I should just rest my leg for a while. “How far did you run kid?” “From the north side of campus,” I replied. “Shit that’s half way across town, tell you what. I’ll drive you back later so that you don’t have to run on that twisted ankle.” I graciously took him up on his offer, and sat in the kitchen icing my ankle and watching the man, who’s name I had learned was Eric finish up the yard work before he drove me back to campus. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him and I didn’t understand why, I thought that it was because he looked like the man I whished to become, but I was wrong. When Eric had finished the yard work a little over fourth five minutes later he came back into the kitchen bringing with him that glorious smell once more. “Ok, let me grab a shirt, and right a note to my husband telling him I’m out in case he comes home from work while we’re gone, and then we’ll be off.” He said off of this as though it were the most natural thing in the world, but my head was spinning: HUSBAND? Was this perfect specimen of man a homosexual, could that be? I didn’t have much time to think before Eric had returned with an white a-line t shirt one along with the same basketball shorts he had been wearing to work in the yard. I set my foot on the ground gingerly, and Eric leaned in to help pick me up, but once he had pulled me upright he just held me for a minute and stared into my eyes. His eyes were slate blue and stood out against his tanned skin and dark hair. After what seemed like an eternity he said, “So why did you trip kid?” “Ummm…. I…” I spluttered. “I thought so,” and he leaned in and kissed me. Several things all happened at once within my body: I panicked; I tried to push him away; and my cock sprang to life becoming instantly hard. I staggered away from him for a moment my brain screaming. And then it all stopped and all that I wanted to do was be in that man’s arms, I wanted to feel him against me. I dove back into his arms, grabbed his face and stuffed my tongue in his mouth. His hands wandered up and down my back, grazing but being careful not to go past the waist band of my short bright yellow running shorts, as we kissed and I clung to him as if I never wanted to let him go. Eric broke away, “I guessed that that’s why you tripped, but I wasn’t sure till you sat in here and practically drooled as you watched me work in the garden. Plus your cock hardened every time I touched you. Your brain my not be ready to admit it but your cock certainly isn’t” He said all this staring into my eyes, his hands still roaming over my back, but with that last part he reached forward and grabbed my throbbing cock through the thin nylon on my shorts. I gasped. He smiled, “You ever been with a man, kid?” “I’m straight.” “And I’m the Queen of England,” he said, kneeling in front of me, “don’t worry boy I’ll teach you hot to please a man.” With that he pulled my shorts down exposing my rock hard cock and before I could protest further he swallowed my whole seven and a half inch cock to be base. Within seconds he had me moaning and groaning and holding on the back of his head to keep my cock from slipping out of his mouth. I started to feel my balls tensing up and seeming to sense it too Eric pulled off of my cock and stood up again. “Now you try.” “I’m straight,” Eric pulled of his shirt revealing his massive hair covered chest in all its glory. “You want this I can tell. Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” I don’t know what made me do it but I sank to my knees, Eric pulled his cock from the waistband of his shorts, smacked me in the face a few times and then I opened my mouth wide and began blowing this beautiful man. As I emulated what he had just been doing to me his cock began to grow and engorge until I was convinced that it wouldn’t fit in my mouth any longer. “Good boy, you work that man cock, get it good and hard.” What the hell was I doing? I was gagging this man’s ever hardening cock down my throat and loving every second of it. This was better then anything I had ever down with a girl. The smell of Eric’s sweat burned in my nose and I could taste the sweet salty liquid on his cock and I swallowed. He placed his big strong hands on the back of my head and guided me to begin bobbing up and down on his shaft. His cock brushed against my tonsils and I heaved for a moment before swallowing hard and feeling his cock slid down my throat. Everything was perfect. My jaw stretched as wide as it could, I felt pubes around my nose and balls against my chin and opening my eyes I found that I had slid Eric’s entire massive cock down my throat and was now sucking it with ease. I looked up at Eric and saw that he had his phone in one hand and the other holding my head in place as he started to thrust in and out of my mouth. I panicked a little, but never thought to take his cock from my mouth. There was the click of the camera and I widened my eyes in shock. “Don’t worry boy, just a pic for my husband to show him what’s waiting for him at home.” My brain was screaming at me to spit his cock out, pull my pants up and run, but my cock was throbbing, my mouth was drooling and for the first time in my life I felt an itch grown inside of me that I did not yet understand. “You’re a hot little cock sucker aren’t you.” Without knowing why I nodded, and grabbed Eric’s well built thighs pulling his cock into my mouth completely once more. “I’m gonna have some fun with you tonight.” Eric let go of my head and grabbing me under the armpits pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. This time was rougher, he shoved his tongue into my mouth and held my face close to his with his rough hands. I melted into him, feeling his warm sweaty body pressed against mine, his massive cock trapped between up. “Turn around,” he whispered in my ear. Don’t do it, my brain told me, you’re not a fag. What the hell are you doing? I turned around obediently. Eric hugged me from behind, his hands resting on my pecs as he kissed my neck. I could feel his cock nestled in my ass crack, and I couldn’t help myself, I rocked back on it rubbing his cock with my tight furry ass. Eric began to kiss down my body, his tongue tracing my spine as he once more sank to his knees. His tongue came to my tailbone and I shuddered, it was as if a bolt of electricity had gone through my body. I involuntarily arched by back. “A natural bottom,” Eric muttered and with one hand between my shoulder blades and one on my hip he forcer me to bend over so that my chest was resting on the table. He spread my ass cheeks with his hands and I felt cool air on my hole. Then something warm and wet touched my hole. Two reactions shot through me, the one from my mind of RUN, the second from my ass: GOD NEVER LET THIS STOP. It was as if the way I thought about myself and my body and what I wanted was at war with what my body was experiencing. That itch I had started to feel earlier began to become a burn and find a home in my ass Eric’s tongue brushed against my tight hairy little virgin pucker. Eric pushed down on the small of my back forcing me to push my ass out more and I felt his tongue make it’s first attempt at entering my hole. The war raged on inside my body but I made no attempts to stop Eric, I just kept moaning loudly. I could feel my hole becoming slick with his spit and weather it was from the spit or the warmth or his breath or the repeated darting actions of his tongue I could feel my hole slowly starting to relax and bloom allowing more of Eric’s tongue to dip inside. My cock was hard as a rock and dripping precum but I felt no interest in jerking off my focus was on my internal conflict and on the waves of pleasure that emanated from my steadily loosening hole. “God you have a beautiful hole, tight, pink, and furry. I love it. Nice virgin hole.” Something rough pressed against my hole for a moment along with Eric’s tongue I looked over my shoulder trying to see what he was doing and I gasped when I realized that it was his finger. He briefly sucked on his finger and then pressed it again to my hole. Now slick with spit his finger didn’t just rebound off of my tight pucker but pressed inward a little bit, but my hole resisted. Eric returned to working my hole with his tongue but kept a steady pressure on my hole with his finger. My mind was becoming foggy and the argument between my brain and my body was becoming less and less. I started to think things like: if it feels so good how can it not be what I want. Eric increased the pressure of his finger on my hole, hocked a big glob of spit onto my hole and suddenly something gave way and his finger just slid inside of me. I gasped, it didn’t hurt, not at all, it was like a when you finally manage to scratch a really bad itch on your back that you couldn’t reach; and there ended my internal strife, a decision had been made, my body won and silenced my brain. I pushed back against his finger trying to swallow more of it up. Eric responded by slowly and deliberately sliding his finger in and out of my hole making me moan loudly. I felt sweat spring up on my back and it was hard to catch my breath. Eric chuckled softly to himself and withdrew his finger. I felt empty and alone for a moment and then I felt the finger return but it was thicker this time; two fingers. He repeated the same process until over the course of the next half hour he had worked all four fingers into my hole and was slowly twisting them in and out of my now loosened hole. Eric kissed my ass cheek and stood up with drawing his fingers from my hole. God I missed his fingers, the transformation that had taken place within me over the past forty minutes was complete. I no longer questioned what I was feeling and I knew that I wanted to keep his fingers inside my hole forever. That is until what happened next. Eric rapped an arm around me and pulled me up from my bent position, kissing my neck, his warm musky body pressed against my own. “You have such a sweet virgin hole boy,” he shifted his weight, “but I think you’re hole is ready for more,” with his free hand he bent his cock down from where it rested in my ass crack and aimed it at my now slick and loosened hole, “what do you say we bust that cherry?” I was grinding my ass back against his cock, relishing each time I felt his cock snag on my ass ring, but this was not enough for Eric. He let go of my chest and pushed me back down on the table so that my ass was once again spread out before him. My whole body seemed to have become electric and I sensed every tiny shift that Eric made as he shifted himself into position and began to ever so gently press his thick mushroom headed cock against my hole. His four fingers had opened my up a lot but my hole as still far to tight for Eric’s cock, he pushed harder, hocking up another big glob of spit right onto where his cock head met my hole. The itch I had felt earlier was getting worse, I felt as though there was a burning inside of my hole and only getting Eric’s monster cock inside of me could make it stop. I flexed my ass muscles and twitched my hole like I was taking a shit and felt for a brief moment my hole open up and a tiny bit of Eric’s mushroom head slip inside. I did it again this time pushing back against his cock and felt a little bit more slide inside. “Jesus, you can’t wait to pop that cherry can you boy? Alright then lets do this. When I push you flex your hole.” Eric grabbed me by the hips and started to push hard against my hole, he managed to force a little bit of the head inside without my help but then I flexed my hole and between his pressure and my open hole the head of his cock shot into my ass with a pop. It felt like a soda can had just been shoved up my ass, but I loved it, I wanted more. Eric stopped pushing for a moment, then spat on his cock and pushed hard again sinking about another inch of his cock inside me. He did this several more times till at long last I felt his thick black pubes against my ass and his balls resting against mine. Sweat covered my whole body and I was shaking a little. My hole was twitching around Eric’s cock trying to pull more of him inside of me. After what seemed like a glorious eternity he began to pull out until only the massive mushroom head remained in my hole, and then just as slowly he pushed back in again. A whimper escaped from my lips. “You like that thick cock deep inside you boy? You like feeling your cherry disappear as my cock invades your sweet wet boy cunt?” “Yes,” I said breathlessly. There was no denying what I wanted, no claims of being straight, no claims of wanting to be a top either, my cock was hard as a rock but I had no interest in it, all that mattered was Eric’s cock. “What do you want now boy?” Eric pulled out to the tip again, “Do you want me to fuck your boy cunt?” He plunged back in, harder then he had before, “You want me to pound your hole?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes what?” He withdrew again. “Yes I want you to fuck me.” And there it was, there was no taking it back, I had admitted what I wanted. “Good answer boy.” Holding me by the waist Eric started to make me grind forward and back on his cock and he pulled in and out picking up his pace rapidly until in a short while he was hammering away as though he were fucking a well broken in hole. I was moaning like a bitch in heat and I knew it. Everything else in my mind had gone blank and all that I could focus on as my hole and his cock. Faster and faster he went, now slamming his cock in hard so that the room filled with the sound of flesh smacking flesh. He grabbed my shoulders for better leverage and I started to buck back harder, meeting each thrust with equal force. By now I was practically screaming my vocabulary reduced to three phrases: Yes; Please; and Fuck me. “You wanna ride my cock boy?” “Fuck yes” Eric pulled his cock from my ass with a soft squelch and layer down on the floor his cock sticking straight up to the ceiling. I practically flung myself on his cock, positioning it at the opening of my no longer virgin hole and sitting down hard. I bounced up and down letting gravity pull me back onto Eric’s cock each time. Both of us were covered with sweat and it was as if the whole world smelled of sex. Eric’s breathing began to change and he started to buck his cock up into me as I rode. Quicker and quicker he pounded till after ten more minutes he growled, “I’m going to cum, I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna breed that sweet cunt and make you into a real bottom boy.” “Yes breed me,” I groaned, not really knowing what I was saying. “You want my seed boy?” “God yes!” “Ok, well get ready cause…. FUCK!” He never finished his sentence he just grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to bottom out on his cock while I felt his shaft pulse and throb deep in my guts and a new kinda warmth spread through my body. His cum filled my hole and started to leak out a little down his cock onto his balls. I was panting, but my lust was unslaked. I leaned in and kissed Eric as he had kissed me before he started eating out my hole, rough and hungry. I ran my hands up and down his hairy body feeling the mixture of the hair with the sweat. Eric pulled me close and kissed me too before just hugging me to his chest, his cock still buried deep in my stretched out hole. “Jesus when you sent me a picture of some cock sucker on your tool I expected to find a twink waiting at the door to suck my cock, not find you with your cock still inside of his cunt and your load leaking out.” I sat up, dropping down all the way on Eric’s cock in so doing and gasped, when I heard the new voice. “I took one look at this cherry hole and I had to breed it.” Eric said to the new comer. “Cherry hole you say. Well then I’ll need to taste it too.” “Kid this is my husband Matt. Hope that hole’s feeling good cause it’s in for a long night.”

When I'm in top mode I absolutely love a whore. It makes me infinitely harder knowing there's already cum inside a fuck hole. I also like to work a hole for a long time and tight inexperienced guys often tap out.

I accidentally tried to come here without using a VPN first and was greeted with a page listing all the countries where this website has to be blocked. It was so disheartening seeing my country (the UK) being, really, the only developed, western nation among a list that is basically the world's homophobia championship league table. I almost want to beg people from elsewhere not to take a bad impression of us from this, but the bad impression is justified, so... 🤦‍♂️

And they need more tops lol

Author's Note: To comply with the rules of the site and the forum, ages and the timespan have been modified. Enjoy! I grew up in West Virginia, in a double-wide trailer with a big yard, a creek, and woods. Ours was a big family. Mom is 17th of 17. That's not a typo. Dad is 3rd of 8. I have tons of first cousins on both sides, many of whom I had crushes on from an early age. One, in particular, always got me hard and dripping - Michael, as well as his dad (my uncle by marriage), "King." I never found out why, but everyone called him that. Mom wasn't keen on King. He was a long-haul trucker. He dipped snuff. He cursed. He was loud. He was opinionated. She called him "trailer trash who married well" (she liked my aunt - my dad's sister - well enough, because she went to our little Pentecostal church with us). Michael was all alpha male, too. He was 3 years older than me, and I had idolized him when he played sports in junior high and high school. He now worked at a junkyard that serviced all the bubba gearheads in our area, including those who competed at the local motor speedway. Right after I turned 18, Mom, Dad, and my aunt went to a week-long church retreat upstate. When Michael found out that I'd be free so soon after my 18th birthday, he invited me over to spend the first night they left, which was a Friday. I loved spending the night with Michael. He had (str8) porn mags. He had all of his old sports gear. He almost always had a pile of dirty laundry, including ripe jockstraps stained with cum, piss, and sweat. And he had this maddening habit of showering and then toweling off with his big, floppy, uncut cock bouncing up and down as he dried his hair for what seemed like just a bit too long, as if he wanted me to stare while his face was covered by the towel - which I did. Whenever he'd catch sight of me from under the towel, he'd smirk and sometimes give his cock a tug or two. It always made me hard, and gave me endless jackoff material. When I got there that night, Uncle King was in the living room, in a stained wife beater and short-shorts. He was in his recliner with his feet up, drinking a beer and watching an action movie. I could see up the leg of his shorts: he was wearing a stained jockstrap. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was hot. When I went to put my duffel bag in Michael's room, King told me that the two of them had a big surprise for me, since Mom, Dad, and my aunt were out of town, but I'd have to keep it a secret. The way he grinned as he said it, spitting some dip juice into the red Solo cup beside him, told me it was something that Mom definitely wouldn't approve of. He told me to go get squared away in Michael's room, and for both of us to come out to the garage once I was settled in. When I got into Michael's room, he gave me this shit-eating grin. "Dude, Dad and I got some righteous weed. We're getting you high as fuck as a late birthday present, Little Buddy." (He'd called me that since I was little. It was his pet nickname for me, but sometimes his teammates or coworkers would call me that as well. I sorta liked it. It kinda stamped me as belonging to Michael in his buddies' minds.) "Here," he said, handing me a pair of short-shorts and an old jockstrap. (This was the 80s.) "Put those on. Those should fit you. They're old pairs of mine." It turned me on to be wearing some of his old gear, and I think he could tell that I got a little chubbed up as I tucked myself in to the pouch of the borrowed jock. Even though it was one he'd worn in junior high, the pouch was still loose on me, given the difference in the size of our cocks. The waist and ass-straps fit perfectly, though. He rounded out my workout outfit with an old practice t-shirt with the sides cut out, tossing it to me to put on. "You ever smoke pot, Little Buddy?" I shook my head no, mouth suddenly dry. Was this really happening? "Ain't no thang. Dad and I sneak a bowl or a joint here or there all the time. Mom knows Dad still does it sometimes, but she'd kill me if she knew I did it, so - seriously - mum's the word about what happens tonight, all right?" I nodded my head. "Good. Let's go. Dad's probably got the bong packed and ready by now." I followed Michael outside. Their garage was detached from the house, and always had some sort of project in progress - rebuilding an engine or whatnot. I wasn't very up on stuff like that. I was more bookish, I guess you could say. No matter what project they had going on in there, they always had the back corner with the free weights and bench press free to use. Michael had taken me in there in the past couple of years to tone me up, although I still wasn't crazy about it. He said it would make me look sexier for the girls. Whatever. When we got inside, King grinned and told Michael to lock the side door leading into the garage, and to lock the garage door as well. "Don't want someone catching us. Better safe than sorry!" King explained to me. Made sense. King showed me how to use the lighter and how to suck on the bong to take a rip. My first one wasn't very good, since I was all out of breath from the excitement of it all. "Here," King said, putting one hand on my back and the other on my stomach. "Get control of your breathing, and then you can suck in a really good rip. Show him, Michael." I jumped a little when King's hand touched my stomach, just above the waistline of the short-shorts. His touch was electric. Michael obliged, and took a massive rip, demonstrating how to do it. I figured he would exhale, but instead he leaned over, grabbed me gently but firmly behind my neck, and moved toward me like he was gonna kiss me. "Suck in his rip, Little Buddy!" King instructed. "It's called a shotgun. We try not to waste what we've got, so shotgunning makes it last longer." I stopped resisting Michael's hand on the back of my neck. When his lips touched mine and he exhaled that smoke, I was harder than I'd ever been before. My whole body tingled - whether from the smoke, or from the fact that Michael's lips touched mine, or both, I wasn't quite sure. I never would've guessed in a million years that he'd do something like that with me. Uncle King grabbed the bong and took his own rip. As King pulled me toward him to do another shotgun, I could smell the mint of his dip. After he shotgunned me once, he said he was gonna go back in and watch some more TV, but would be back out at later. "Have fun, you two!" he called over his shoulder. Michael chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Dad. We will." After King left, Michael groped himself and said, "Fuuuuuuuuck, Little Buddy, this shit always makes me horny! Are you feeling horny, too?" I blushed. I was, from the shotguns and I guess the pot itself. He smirked and told me it was OK, it happens to most people. He had me do another rip, and moved in to shotgun it. This time, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and groped me. I was shocked, but incredibly horny. He broke the kiss, and got behind me. "Make muscles for me, Little Buddy! Remember how scrawny you were when we first started lifting together? You're a hot little firecracker now, and girls AND guys are gonna want some of this." I made a muscle for him with both arms. He ran his hands over both mounds, and then let the backs of his fingertips drift under my armpits, and down my bare sides where the t-shirt was cut out. I moaned, whimpered, and sighed all at once. The backs of his fingers were cold, and felt amazing. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little. I nodded. I couldn't speak. He tweaked my nipples. I just about jumped out of my skin. He laughed. "Sensitive nips, huh? That's gonna be fun!" When he let his hands drift down to the waistline of the short-shorts I was wearing, he paused, grinding his fat monster of a cock into the crack of my ass through the nylon fabric. "I know you've wanted this dick for a long, long time. Well, today's your lucky day. And we're gonna play all weekend long." Holy Shit. This really was really, really happening. I wasn't dreaming. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, deeply and passionately, again. "Get on the bench, Little Buddy! Let's lift some." That threw me for a loop, but I was buzzed and putty in his hand. I assumed the position, making sure my hands were spaced out correctly for good form. He always preached that good form was essential for good lifting. He put on a slightly challenging weight for me to lift. The first set was no problem. I got a little wobbly midway through the second set, and he gently spotted me to help me lift the bar. The third set, I was struggling. On the eighth rep of the third set, I noticed that he had dropped one hand down and was spotting me with just his other. On the ninth rep, I noticed movement right above my head. As I completed my tenth rep and placed the bar back in place with his help, I looked up to see that Michael was fishing his cock out of the side of his own short-shorts and stained jockstrap with the hand he had dropped. Fuuuuuuuck. Nice. He flopped it onto my lips, painting them with precum. I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Little Buddy, your sweet cherry lips and deep dimples look so hot framing my big cock! We're both gonna enjoy this. You've wanted this for a long time, huh?" This time I answered, humming against his massive uncut cockhead. "MMM-hmmmmm!" "That's what I like to hear! Open your mouth and suck on it, Little Buddy. See how much you can take. If you slide your head off the bench some, the curve of my cock will fit nicely down your throat." I slid back, and he squatted down closer as I did so. I could smell his sweaty ballsack and the musk of his jock. I opened my mouth, and we both moaned as he slid about half of it into my mouth. That cockhead of his was lodged in my throat. I squeezed - not trying to block it out, but rather trying to swallow it. It felt right. "Holy fuck! You're a natural. I knew you would be. You like that dick?" I moaned "MMMMMM-hmmmm!" this time, realizing I could answer yes or no questions even with his cock in my mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this. But Dad said we had to wait until after you turned 18, so that your mom couldn't say shit about your consenting to having us use you." The thought of pissing off Mom made his cock all the sweeter. Or, maybe it was the precum he was leaking in buckets. After a few minutes, Michael pulled out of my mouth and said, "Let's do some more rips on the bong." As we traded shotguns back and forth, Michael asked questions, like who I had crushes on. Top of my list? HIs best friend and next-door neighbor, Kip. Kip was a hot redheaded redneck who was voted "Why Teachers Go Crazy" his senior year. He was not just the class clown, but he had played on the same football team that Michael quarterbacked. Kip was one of the "inner circle" who called me "Little Buddy" - and I especially liked how he said it - always with a smirk on his face or a twinkle in his eye. Michael surprised the hell out of me when he told me that Kip was one of the top weed dealers his dad and he bought from, and that this primo stuff was from Kip's personal stash. He really floored me when he said, "Kip is gonna be playing with us this weekend. He has it for you bad, and has for years, Little Buddy. He could barely wait for you to turn 18." I had always wondered at some of the things that Kip did. For instance, when Michael and he took me four-wheeling back on the trails behind my grandparents' farm, Kip would often take a piss in nature, and angle himself so that I could see what he was sporting. Although not as thick as Michael's, it was about as long, it looked like. One time, I'd ridden back to the farm with Kip, instead of with Michael. The three of us had helmets with mics and earpieces. Kip told me it was OK if I wanted to rest my hands lower as I rode behind him. Michael put a quick stop to that, having me switch back over to riding with him. I jerked off that night hard, thinking maybe Kip was onto me, and was gonna let me feel him up a little that day. Other times, when Michael wasn't looking, Kip would grope himself and wink at me when I blushed. After we finished trading rips, Michael pushed me gently to my knees on the thin wrestling mats that they had in their garage-corner gym. "SUCK IT!" he hissed, commanding - expecting - to be obeyed. I gladly obliged, and found that - with this angle and with the downward curve of Michael's monster cock - I could get some of it in my throat, once I relaxed my throat *first* to let the cockhead in, and then clenched it *after* it was down my throat, to drive Michael wild. "Oh, that thing you're doing with your throat, Little Buddy! That's better than any bitch has ever done for me! They get scared of it and lick the head or put a few inches in their mouths and call it quits after just a few minutes. Keep working at it, and you're gonna have it all in no time!" "Looks like you two are having fun after all!" Uncle King chuckled, causing me to jump out of my skin. He'd snuck up on us. "TV was boring," he explained, holding up a smaller bong with water in it and a small glass bulb at one end. It was full of white crystals, with a little bit of green weed on top. "Is that some of Kip's special stuff?" Michael grinned. The tone of his voice was almost ... something hard to put my finger on right off the bat. "Yeah, and it's killer shit, too!" Uncle King replied. He pulled out a small device and clicked a switch. A blue flame - like the pilot light on our gas stove at home - sparked up, hissing. "OK, Little Buddy," King said. "This is stronger, more concentrated stuff, OK? So, you put the torch under the bowl until you see vapor coming out the top of the bulb. Then, you suck slowly and steadily to pull the vapor through the water. I've dropped an Altoid in there to keep the water minty. The vapor can taste a little bitter otherwise. Take a nice, steady toke on this end of the pipe, and we'll get you blowing some big-ass clouds in no time." I tried my first hit, as Uncle King held the lighter - or "torch" I guess - under the bowl for me, so I could focus on waiting to inhale. The first hit was decent, but Michael immediately said, "You can do better than that. Calm down, and control your breathing. Hold it in, too, this time." My second hit was brilliant. I knew it was as soon as I exhaled a big white cloud. Both Uncle King and Michael grinned. King started groping his crotch through his own short-shorts. I reached over and groped him. "Like a duck to water, huh, Little Buddy? You want that cock, too, huh? A true faggot: never enough!" he laughed. I replied by pulling the elastic of his jockstrap and short-shorts to the side, letting his gigantic cock fall out to one side. Like Michael, he was uncut with a massive cockhead. He was about an inch longer than Michael, too, but not quite as thick. Both were Viking gods: shiny blond hair, sharp, intelligent, mischievous blue eyes, strong jawlines, and great bodies overall. "You want that cock, Little Buddy?" King asked again, his voice husky. I nodded, and dove in. He was surprised that I already had the trick down pat for letting his cockhead enter my throat, even if I couldn't take his cock the whole way just yet. "Oh, fuck, he is a goddamn natural!" he hissed to Michael. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuckin' hot cocksucker!" He moaned, and told me to take another couple of hits. My head was buzzing, and my whole body was tingling. This *was* good shit, I guess! Pot rocked! "That's right, faggot! Worship that daddy dick!" he grunted, gently grabbing the back of my head and running his hands through my hair, which I suddenly noticed was soaking wet. I was sweating like crazy. The coolish air out in the garage felt good on my skin. "You feeling that special stuff Kip got just for you, Little Buddy? Your extra special birthday present?" Michael asked, coming over to stand in my peripheral vision. He had hiked his shorts and jockstrap pouch under his huge nuts, and was stroking his massive jock cock while watching his dad gently facefuck me. I moaned "MMMMMMM-hmmmm!" but assumed it was just the pot I'd seen on top of those crystals in the pipe. In fact, I assumed the crystals *were* pot - just a concentrated form of it, like King had indicated. The crystals had melted when the torch had been put under the bulb, and now there was sort of a burned-out looking film on the bottom of the pipe. I assumed it was residue from the pot. Uncle King leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Bikers and truckers use this shit to stay awake on the road. Kip gets me some *really* good shit when I do really long hauls, to help me stay awake and have some fun on the road. Makes you super-horny - even hornier than pot. What would your mama think if she knew you were doing crystal meth like a little faggot whorepig, like the boys who suck my dick do when I'm on the road? What would she do if she knew that you were smoking the same shit I do on the road right now?" I'd heard about people getting hooked on that shit, and it was one of the "hard drugs" we'd learned about in Health class Sophomore year. It was supposed to be really, really bad for you. I don't know what it was. The way Uncle King was talking - calling me a faggot and a whorepig and cocksucker - turned me on. Plus, this shit rocked. I was hornier than I ever imagined I could be, and I beat off 8 times a day usually, so I knew what it meant to be super-horny. Michael repacked the pipe, using a slant-sliced straw to funnel crystals out of a little plastic baggie. I watched, mesmerized. I wanted more. He took a small hit for himself, then handed it to his dad. King took a really big hit, and then blew the cloud down onto his cock and onto my face. That really turned me on, the way he blew in my face like that. Then, he handed the pipe and torch down to me, and told me to hold my breath when I got my hit, suck his cock into my mouth, and blow the smoke around his cock. I thought that was clever and hot, and really was careful with my breathing to get an ace hit. Sweet! I was getting the hang of this. If Mom could only see me now! When I went to hand the pipe and torch back to Michael, he insisted that I do a few more hits. "We're getting you totally spun, Little Buddy! Happy Fuckin' Birthday! Sorry we're a little late, but we had to wait until the Bible-thumpers were outta town this week. We're calling you out sick from school all next week, too. Surprise!" I heard the side door open and close, and jumped as Kip called out, "Hey guys! Y'all got the party started? Sweet! Here's some more stuff in case we run low." Kip came over in front of me. Uncle King relinquished my throat, and Kip wasted no time in lowering his sweat pants and boxers to present his own cut, thick cock with bright red pubes. Fuuuuuucking HAWT! Although not as long or as thick as Michael or King, his cock was veiny and plenty of a mouthful. He waggled it a couple of times and slapped my face with it. "You're lucky Michael threatened to kick my ass if I broke the pact. I've wanted this for a long time. I know you have, too. Nasty little boy, watching me piss outside. Well, this weekend, you're gonna get some of my piss, and see if it suits you. I have a feeling you're the right kind of cocksucker for it, too. Call it a hunch." I stuck my tongue out for him to smack it with his cock. He finally pushed in, a little rougher than either Michael or King. I gagged a little, but redoubled my efforts. "See that? He recovered like a pro! This fag is gonna be hella fun to train, guys!" Kip grinned. He pulled my hair - again, just a little roughly - to have me look up at him. "Oh, shit! Look at his eyes, guys! They're totally dark. He's spun as shit already. Awesome! And he thought it was just another way of doing pot? Told you that trick works every time. You have NO idea how many of my hot straight boy customers come up short on money. So, I pack a pot bowl with the crystals hidden, and they haven't got a fucking clue. After one bowl of my "special stash," they're open to all kinds of stuff, starting with jerking off together. It releases their inhibitions to act on stuff like sucking another guy off, too, especially once I start showing them bi magazines." As Kip was saying this, Michael went out to the front of the garage, and returned with something I couldn't quite see. Michael came into my peripheral view. I heard a familiar click then whirr. "Holy shit!" I thought. "He's taking Polaroids." I started to get up, but Kip held me back down on my knees. "Lick my balls, you fucking hot cocksuker!" Kip growled. Guys at school sometimes called me fag or cocksucker or whatever, the way boys jest in the lockerroom or on the school bus or in gym class. This felt different. Having these three guys call me names made me *want* to be *good* at servicing them. I licked Kip's balls, as he shucked his sweats and boxers. King came back into view, standing right beside Kip. "Suck on my sweaty pouch, boy!" King growled, offering my his jock-clad nuts. Another click and whirr. "Don't worry, Little Buddy," Michael said, "These are just for the four of us to look at later. You won't believe how hot you look with Dad's crotch on your face. Stick out your tongue and taste it. Hold it so I can get a picture. You're gonna love having this on film to look back at your first time." I stuck out my tongue and tasted Uncle King's pouch, starting to get into the fact that my hot trucker uncle was basically offering up his cock to me on a silver platter while my cousin and his perverted, mischievous, class clown, drug-dealing friend watched. Michael asked me if it had turned me on earlier when he let me borrow his clothes - which I was still wearing. I moaned "Uh-huh!" as I kept tonguing and sucking on King's jock pouch. "I got a bunch more gear I want you to try on, so I can get some more pix of you, Little Buddy. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I'm using the Pentax, too." Two Christmases ago, Michael had begged for a fancy camera, so that he could take Photography at school. He had taken me to the darkroom once, and the teacher, Mr. Lacey, was there. He was really hot in a nerdy, glasses kinda way, and I could tell he had a huge cock in the front of his chinos. While I was leaned over watching Michael apply the chemicals, Mr. Lacey had come up behind me and put his arms to either side of me as he leaned forward to look over my shoulder as Michael worked to develop his pictures. I could feel Mr. Lacey's cock in the crease of my ass. I had jerked off to that incident many times since, wondering if: A. Mr. Lacey realized his cock was up against my ass; and B. Michael had realized that Mr. Lacey's cock was right up against my ass. "I'll develop these in the darkroom at the school. Mr. Lacey still lets me use it. Or, I know a guy at the FotoMat who is cool when I develop pix like these when we play with other guys." I didn't like the idea of anyone else but the four of us seeing the pix. I stopped sucking on King's jockstrap pouch long enough to tell Michael I'd prefer he develop them himself in the darkroom. "No problem, Little Buddy! Maybe Mr. Lacey will be there when I do. I bet he'd like to see these. He sure seemed to like your ass that one day he was in the darkroom with us. He's a kinky fucker, and always says that access to a darkroom lets a photographer be more uninhibited." Somehow, I didn't mind the idea that Mr. Lacey might see these. It turned me on, in fact, and I stopped mouthing King's jock long enough to say so. Michael smiled and told me to take as much of his dad's cock as I could, and then to back off it slowly. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click! the fancy camera went, in rapid succession. I guess he got a series of me throating Uncle King? HOT! King pulled out, and Kip took another turn. He had let himself go half-soft, and stuck his cock in my mouth. "I'm gonna start really slow, and piss in your mouth, Little Buddy! I've been drinking like a champ for three days, so it shouldn't taste bad - it's basically water. I'll pinch it off so you get a taste, and then hold my cock about halfway in your mouth so I can open the floodgates. Swallow as much as you can, but let the rest run out your mouth, onto your dimples, and down your chin. My favorite cocksuckers do this for me, Little Buddy. Please don't disappoint me." I dunno why, but what would ordinarily sound batshit crazy sounded hot as fuck to me. I nodded, with his half-soft / half-hard cock in my mouth. I was ready. "Fuuuuuuuuck, nice!" said Kip, looking down at me with green, sparkling, mischievous eyes. "Look up at me while I do this, Little Buddy!" Michael got up close to take a close-up series. He instructed me: "Just let it run down off your chin an onto your clothes, Little Buddy. I'll capture the moment." As Kip let loose with the first bit of his piss stream, it didn't taste bad at all to me. It was a thrill, though, to let him use me this way. I looked up at him and caught his eyes staring down at me. "HOT, Little Buddy!" Kip sneered a little. "Drinking piss like a total faggot whore. NICE! I knew you wanted my dick all those times I pissed with you in the woods." With that, he let loose the floodgates. I fought to swallow it all, trying to make him proud. But as piss spurted from my mouth, all over my face, and down the front of my clothes, all three were commenting on what a total cocksucker I was. Kip lost it. As soon as he finished pinching off the last few drops in my mouth, he had Michael give him the pipe and took a big hit. Then, he surprised the hell out of me by shotgunning me and kissing me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. "I can't believe you did that on the first date, Little Buddy! You're a helluva find, dude. I still think we should've broken you in years ago, though." "Let it go, Kip!" Michael laughed, rolling his eyes. "How was that, Little Buddy? Like having so much piss you couldn't handle it all? The camera sure seems to think you liked it. I bet those pix are off the chain when we develop them." I grinned - a piss-drinking grin, I guess. "Loved it! Fucking hot!" I said, a little out of breath. Uncle King grabbed a duffel bag from under one of his workbenches. As he unzipped it, he made sure I could see the contents: dildos and other toys. Oh, fuck! Were they gonna try to fuck me? I'd always imagined sucking only, and had no idea if I could possibly take any one of them in my tight, hairless hole. I was naturally smooth, and Michael had commented more than once when I put on a jockstrap to work out - one of *my* jockstraps, where everything fit right - how my hole, framed by a jockstrap, made it look like I had a sweet pussy. I always blushed bright red when he said that, especially when he tugged at himself a little when he said it. Uncle King seemed to read my mind: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. We have all weekend to tap that sweet little ass of yours. For now, I just want to show you how good we can make your hole feel. I'm going to insert this small bead into your hole with some lube. It's attached to a slightly larger bead, then a slightly larger one, until you're up to the girth of a man-sized cock. You ever play with your hole before?" I shook my head. "Nothing except showering," I replied. "Well, this is gonna be really pleasurable for you. Promise, Little Buddy. I know you've wanted to suck some dick for a long time, but you need to learn how to pleasure other men with your tight hole, too, OK?" I nodded. Kip grabbed the pipe, which was sitting on a shelf of the garage, and repacked it from a plastic baggie. As he did, he also sprinkled some dust onto the lubed-up bead Uncle King was approaching me with. "This may burn a little bit, Little Buddy," King said, "But it's gonna feel really fuckin' good in a coupla minutes." As he said that, he squirted lube on my hole. YIKES! It was cold. I jumped and clenched. All three of them laughed. "Don't clench. Bear down like you're taking a shit. There ya go! Open that sweet boyhole for this very special bead." Shiny, silvery, and cold, the first bead popped in. Almost immediately, I felt a burning sensation. "That burns!" I announced to all three of them. I guess they *had* warned me. "Just chill for a minute, Little Buddy," Kip said. "My stuff is really, really good, so it's gonna burn. But it's gonna feel absolutely amazing by the second ball, I promise." I looked between my legs. King and Kip were already slathering the next ball in lube and powder. "Here," Kip said, thrusting the pipe at me. "Take three really good hits from the bubbler. That'll help pass the time and take your mind off your hole for a few while you get used to it." I took another hit, motioning for Kip to shotgun with me. Click. Click. Click. Michael was taking pix of my ass and the beads and the powder. Hot. I'd wanna see those later. As Uncle King inserted the second bead, Kip got into position behind me and pushed the bead in with just the head of his cock. A little of the tip went in. HOLY FUCK, that was hot! Almost at that same instant, my hole became - well, there's no other way to describe it - hungry. My hole was as hungry as my mouth and throat for the first time ever. "Yeah, he's feeling that booty bump now," Kip grinned. He passed me the "bubbler" pipe again. Again, we shotgunned. This time, after he kissed me, he held my face to where my mouth was open and spit in my mouth. Some of it got on my face. "Filthy faggot cocksucker, learning to take dick up his ass this weekend. Niiiiiice!" That turned me on more than anything that had happened so far, including the piss play. Holy fuck, did Kip have my number! I moaned as he wiped the spit off my face with his cock and fed it to me. "Want more powder on the third bead, faggot?" Kip asked. I groaned, "Yeah, please!" So King and Kip carefully lubed up that third ball, sprinkled some powder out of the baggie, and - once again - Kip pushed it in with his cockhead. This time, the whole head - smaller than King's or Michael's - slipped in. I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck me, Kip! Put it in me!" I begged. He laughed and pulled out. "Nope, we have a gentleman's agreement. Your Uncle King gets to do the honors, since he's the one that read us the riot act about waiting until you turned 18. It was worth the wait. So, it's that last bead you'll need to take before you're ready to be fucked by his giant daddy dick, Little Buddy!" Uncle King piped up: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. I have lots of experience bitching out boys like you. I have all kinds of fun on the open road with boys at rest stops and with guys on my route in the warehouses and such. You're gonna love having my cock inside you to get things started. Me, then Michael, then Kip to close up with sloppy thirds. He loves fucking other men's cum into a used hole. It's gonna be hot, Little Buddy!" On the fourth bead, Michael got up close with the camera as Uncle King used *his* cock to push the ball in. Only a very small part of his ginormous uncut cockhead went in, but it felt amazing, especially when Kip pulled my cock out the side of my short-shorts and jockstrap and started stroking me with some lube. The sensations were almost too much to bear. The first little bead was up inside me, followed by its three chaingangers. It felt awesome, no two ways about it! For the fifth and final bead, Uncle King once again used his cockhead to push the bead in, but told me to really bear down as he did so. Not only did the bead pop in, but so did his cockhead. Click. Click. Click. Click. Michael was capturing it all on film. He'd already changed the film in the camera several times. Uncle King rested his cock inside me. I didn't move. "Little Buddy, how's that feel?" Uncle King asked, grunting huskily. "Jesus, fuck, you're tight! But we're gonna make this happen. I can't wait another day." Holy shit, this was it! I was gonna get fucked tonight after all. [To Be Continued; Hope You Enjoyed!]

With most men who want to fuck me, it usually takes a lot of awkward and clumsy maneuvering for me to get my body and ass in the right position to be penetrated before we hit paydirt. I've only been fucked by 3 black men but each one was amazing. How they would position my body just the right way so they could effortlessly plunge their dick into me. They were strong and athletic and grabbed me by my hips and I was amazed how smooth it all was. Im old and it was just so wonderful. The fact they had rock hard erections helped. They fucked me like they were world class athletes.

I love having sex with black men, not because they are black, but my experience has been they are incredible lovers. The first black man I had sex with regularly was a friend of my uncle’s. He had a healthy sized dick and the best tasting cum. He was a very sweet and kind lover, and didn’t just ram his dick in me. But when he got going in his stroke, I’d fucking see stars. Ever since then, I look for guys that remind me of him and I’m never disappointed!

I’m only getting fucked by black guys lately. Our condo is in Fort Lauderdale and there’s not only plenty of chem cum n cock but the best black cock n fucking I’ve ever had. Yes, some of the black guys only fuck on the DL but because of that they are super hungry for white male ass and blow huge loads. Plus they’re beautiful muscular bodies pound my ass raw every time. Even my Puerto Rican husband has a black uncut dick because of African PR native blood in the family. One of the reasons I married him was his dark PR complexion and penis and getting fucked by his black and purple headed uncut penis. The last three years we’ve been in Lauderdale for the winter our bed is only stained up with BBC cum before he comes home from biz trips. If you’ve never had a black guy funk n load you up try it. You’ll be spoiled for anyone else including your BF. Btw…a photo of my husband’s PR African penis semi hard and unsheathed.

lol i know what u mean: i do a lot of blindfolded, masked, face down/door open etc and a big part of the excitement is u really don't know who's fucking you. but u can tell in ways big n small: often these guys send dic pics when trying to hook up. also its seems weird to say in 2025 but white guys and black guys often do talk different, use different words etc. and last but not least, these dark room nsa for anon hook ups tend to attract a lot of black guys on the DL where as all those NPNC guys are almost always white.

Terry crews in next Friday for sure, him shirtless and just domineering demeanor. Definitely stirred something up inside of me lol

biggest kink is spreading my seed to as many holes as possible, - when I say I love a slutty hole, i really mean it. as in I love shooting my babies in a place where hundreds (or even thousands) of other men have shot. When I get into that primal mode I don't view or think of the holes I'm fucking as people. More like objects to satisfy my twisted mind of raw risky fucking. no condoms, no pulling out, no testing, just pure sex. Bonus points for the truly anon scene and that special feeling of shooting my seed into someone I've never seen, know, or care about.

“Warren?” Peter said “Yup, it’s me” Warren said then looked around at the people surrounding them. Then he picked up the chart on the end of Peter’s bed and ran through it quickly “You are here because you are not responding to meds anymore. Basically this place is just a roof over your head while we wait to see if this experiment works. Medically we can’t do anything for you” He said in a professional tone “We?” Peter asked pulling a blanket over his naked body and Apollo’s “Ok folks!” The man named Tommy said “Lets give these people some privacy! This was not meant to be a spectator event!” Several people blushed and everyone dispersed, though some stayed just in ear shot “I work here Peter, I’m a Hospice nurse. You might know that if you had bothered to contact anyone in the family in the last decade” Warren said, his voice a mix of anger and caring concern “Baby this is not the place” Ted said gently “That’s exactly what I was getting at” Warren said “I want you to come home with us. I can take care of you for what you need and honestly Peter, you are my last living blood kin and if this experiment works or not I want to get to know my brother, whatever time we have left” Warren said “Oh by the way, this is my husband Ted” “Nice to meet you” Ted said, though it sounded a bit strained “What about Apollo?” Peter asked “Call me Apex Peter. And I live with them already. They are my lovers and very, very important to me. I love them both. In the long run they may have saved me from going insane” Apex said looking at Warren and Ted It was the first time any of the three had said the word love in regards to their new partners but it was a declaration Apex felt he needed to make and they needed to hear “Apex?” Peter asked sounding confused “Apex is who I am now. Apollo is my legal name but I’m not comfortable with it any more. Apollo was the boy you hurt. Apex is the man I am now; We can talk about it later” Apex said “Will you come home with us?” Warren asked his brother and Peter nodded Dr. Cole signed the release papers and the four of them got into Warren’s car as he drove them home Apex used the drive tome to sort out his thoughts and feelings and made some decisions They moved Peter into the guest bedroom that used t be Apex’s and then sat around the kitchen table to discuss things Peter sat across from Apex with Ted and Warren to the sides Apex reached out and took Warren and Ted’s hands in his then looked directly at Peter “I love you Peter, I can’t help it, it’s built into my soul and I want to make you part of my life. But you have to know Warren and Ted ARE my life now and as long as they will have me I want to be with them. I chose to love them and I just hope they chose to love me back” Apex said to him He was feeling a mix of love for Peter and protectiveness for his lovers and the protectiveness was stronger “We do” Ted said, “We have talked about it but didn’t want to say anything and rush you” and Warren nodded “They are to me what I was to you when we met. They love me and try to show that every day. I’m not going to make the same mistake you did and throw that away:" Apex said and he looked at each of his lovers with a question in his eyes, they both nodded, knowing what he wanted “Peter, If you want to be part of my life you have to accept that you will never have all of me. Maybe you can become part of us or maybe you will only want to be with me. Whatever you do will have to fit into my life with these two.” He said firmly “It’s more than I deserve” Peter said looking down “I don't know if I have much time left and if I don’t, I want to spend what I have with you, Warren and his husband. I really don’t know any of you any more and I want to use what time I have left remedying that” “What did you mean when you said that man was the reason you were in the hospice?” Apex asked him Peter blushed and looked away “I had a good, steady job with benefits and health insurance. Mast… He never kept a job long. When we both had to go on meds he would take mine when he didn’t have insurance. It happened several times and…” ‘They lost effectiveness for you” Warren finished for him “Peter! How could you let him do that to you?” he demanded “Easy baby” Ted said “After what I did to Apollo I was so broken and he just built on that. He had me convinced I was worthless and deserved what he did to me, At first it was hot to be treated that way. I craved it, but eventually it just became torment. He always told me no one could ever love me abd I was lucky to have him and I was so twisted I believed him. Then I got laid off and I was getting sicker so he threw me out. I think he found a new boy and replaced me” Peter said not looking at any of them “I am setting up counseling sessions for you starting as soon as we can get you seen” Warren said, his nostrils flaring with anger “And if I ever get my hands on this Vince he will be sorry he was ever born” “I can’t afford that” Peter said sadly “I was in Hospice because it was a free program in the city I lived in” “Don’t worry about the cost” Apex said “But…” Peter said “Shut up and let us help you” Warren snapped at him and then he thought of something. He wrestled with his conscience and finally brought up something that was inevitable anyway “Apex, you have the best health insurance I have ever seen, You paid $10 for that antibiotic and it’s non formulary on most plans. If you marry Peter you can put him on your plan. We all know it’s going to happen eventually. I trust you to keep your word and stay with us even if you do and it would save a lot of money. Besides, if he doesn’t have much time left you two should be together for that time” Warren said quietly but sincerely. That statement had cost him a lot “The money isn’t an issue for me” Apex said stiffly “But Peter’s possible life span is” Ted said just as quietly and sincerely as Warren “Are you two trying to get rid of me now? Besides, I don't even know if Peter wants to marry me!” Apollo said Peter’s face was a study in conflicting emotions, Love and hope warred with self loathing and despair “Do you want to marry me Peter? Will you?” Apollo asked almost shyly “Ted and Warren are right. I knew I wanted to marry you as soon as I realized ot was you, I jost had to make sure you knew they would never be out of my life and you had to share me” Peter looked at him and said “Under three conditions. First. I want you to have a prenup drawn up completely protecting your assets from me. I get nothing from you if we divorce,. Second. That you SWEAR to me and these two that you will never leave them for me. I will divorce you if you do that. Third, That you DO NOT give me access to your finances. If Mast… Vince ever found out I was married to a rich man. He would try to take advantage of it and me. If you meet my conditions I won’t be able to hurt you and he will stay away” “Please, I hate him but I can’t resist him. His control is built into me. I never want to see him again. Don’t give him a reason to come back into my life” Peter pleaded Apex fought down his anger that the man he loved was so broken “I will do as you ask, but everything but the part about Ted and Warren goes out the window if Vince is ever no longer a threat OR your therapist says you can be trusted” he said then he thought of one more thing Peter needed to know He told him about his lifestyle, how he pozzed neg boys who were straight or cheating. It was something he had no intention of grieving up for anyone “I regret leaving you not pozzing you. I pozzed several people and it always gives me a head rush. I only stopped when I learned I was resistant to meds, I didn't want to pass that on” Peter said “If I only have a little time left I want to spend that with Apollo but if I have longer I want to try to be part of what you three have if you will let me: Peter said to his brother and his husband “I think incest could be hot” Warren said with a smile “I'd like to watch that” Ted said smiling too “I think I need a nap” Peter said “So much has happened today and I didn't sleep well last night” As he went to his bedroom Apex went out on the back patio to make some phone calls First he called his lawyers and requested several things be drawn up and overnighted to him. Then he called the courthouse and found out what was involved in getting married. He was advised that if he was in a rush that a quick trip over the border into the neighboring state would vastly sped things up when he asked what the shortest time it could be done in was Then he called his mom “Mama, I’m getting married, probably in three days and there are some people who are very important to me I want you to meet. Will you fly out? I want you here for it” he said. He had not visited in many years but he called his mom at least once a week “Well, that's a surprise! And who, pray tell, is my confirmed bachelor of a son marrying in such a rush?” She asked but she sounded pleased “The only man I would ever consider marrying. The only man I have ever loved until recently” Apollo told his mon, bracing for an explosion Isn’t it off how we all turn into little boys when our mom is mad at us? There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment then finally “I see, and how long has Peter been back in your life?” she said and she did not sound pleased anymore Apollo looked at his watch “About 6 hours” he responded holding the phone away from his ear quickly The next door neighbor looked up at what sounded like a woman in the distance yelling “WHAT???” “Calm down Mama! Please!” Apollo pleaded and the he told him a VERT edited and cleaned up version of today’s events, finishing with the fact that he couldn’t wait because Peter may not have much time left and that Apollo could not imagine what never being Peter’s husband, if only for a little while would do him now that they had found each other again “You are such a good, loving boy Apollo but are you sure?” She asked “Absolutely, Mama” He said “Then you have to do it” She said simply “You will come?” he asked “Yes I will come. I would not miss your wedding for anything” she said “Listen, I need you to call Uncle Chris for me. I need a favor. Someone needs to be dealt with” he said and told her about Vince and what he had done to Peter “That poor boy. He made a mistake but no one deserves that” she said “I will call your Uncle and he will get it dealt with” she promised The day after a package arrived from Apex’s lawyer. In it was the requested prenup as well as documents granting Warren and Ted every right a spouse would have and an agreement that if Apex was ever incapacitated that Warren would make medical decisions for him, Ted would make financial ones and Peter would not challenge either one Apollo’s Uncle ran the docks in a major northwestern sea port and lets just say he let some very interesting things slip through that maybe he shouldn’t The day before the wedding Vince got pulled over for a broken tail light. The officer said he thought he smelled something and searched the car. In the trunk he found some of those things Apollo’s Uncle let slip through the port. Quite a lot actually The office was skeptical of Vince’s claim that he had never seen those things before. The D.A, believed him even less and the Feds didn’t believe him at all. The bust was big enough to make the national newspaper and Apollo put the story in a nice frame to give to Peter as a wedding gift I will pause here to acknowledge that considering hos lifestyle and preferences that Apex was being just the tiniest bit hypocritical here but he had never damaged anyone the way Peter had been damaged and what’s a little hypocrisy among friends? We all are hypocrites now and then Apollo’s mom arrived the day of the wedding. He had hired a Limo big enough to take the five of them across the border to a wedding chapel he had rented for the day and where a Justice of the Peace waited. He and Peter had gotten the marriage license the day before No one in the Limo noticed the four other Limos following them till they got to the chapel and most of the members of Apollo’s family got out of them to Apollo’s shock and happy surprise. Even Apollo’s dad and his husband were there… The wedding was beautiful and Apollo's Uncle threw them an impromptu reception at a famous steak house a business associate of his owned His Uncle pulled him aside and said “I did you a favor now you will do me one. I know the situation and when it resolves one way or the other you WILL come home for a visit, either with your husband or to let your family help you through his loss. We are all praying for you both” Apollo nodded with tears in his eyes. Not for the thought that he might lose Peter, he was not very worried about that. He had been further along than Peter and they had had the same strain after all. He teared up for the love and acceptance his orthodox family was showing him and his new husband That night when he and Peter got into bed Peter felt something hard under his pillow and pulled out the framed story of Vince’s arrest and his eyes widened as it sank in. “You just happened to find this in the newspaper and I have never seen you with a newspaper in my life?” He said “Yup! Pure coincidence!” Apex said nodding innocently “And Vince was never into that stuff. He hated even the thought of it” Peter continued suspiciously “Maybe that was a pose so people wouldn’t figure it out” Apex said in that same innocent voice “And Vince was broke all the time. He never had money” Peter went on “Again a pose to fool people. You do realize you have called him Vince twice now don’t you?” Apex said “I don’t know how you did this and I really don't want to know but thank you Baby” Peter said gently, setting the frame on the nightstand, then they made love carefully, Peter was still frail and they had done a lot that day Apex remembered something as Peter lay sleeping with his head on his new husband’s chest “You in there?” He thought at the Dark voice in his mind “I’m here most of the time” The voice said “Care to explain what you said back in the Hospice?” Apex asked “It’s relatively simple. Peter is your perfect match. The spirit your spirit was meant to be with and has been with in thousands of past lives. It makes things a bit sticky for me. Because you are with your perfect match you could drive me out if you wanted to. I have to have permission to stay” the Dark voice said Apex thought back and the voice had actually started talking to him when Peter started seeing Vince “Did you arrange our breakup? Were you behind the whole thing?” he thought angrily “Not the breakup actually, I was just drawn to the situation though.- I did influence things to get you infected with that virus but Peter met Vince totally on his own” the voice replied “I just took advantage of the situation” “Why are you being so honest with me? You could have just said no and kedt it at that” He asked still somewhat angry The voice sighed “I wish you hadn’t asked that. Ok, When you are with your perfect match I can’t deceive you. I have to answer your questions truthfully because your permission to let me stay has to be made based om the truth. I REALLY hate that rule but it is a rule. If I lie to you I have to leave and can't come back. I have had more fun with you than anyone ever so I’m following the rules to th letter” it said “Ok, if you want to stay I am asking you to never hide anything from me if it could hurt me or someone I love or care about. Do we have a deal? Oh and none of this convincing yourself that harm is actually good in some way. Let me know and I will decide.” He though The Dark voice cursed in several languages. Only a few of which Apex knew then finally said “We have a deal” “Ok, go away and let me sleep. Talk to you soon” Apex thought with a smirk The Dark voice growled but went away “Apollo, who are you talking to? I don’t recognize that other voice” Peter asked still half asleep “No one Babe, go back to sleep” He said kissing the to[[ pf that blonde head He was tired too so it didn’t register that Peter had heard a conversation that had taken place inside his head There was a small follow up story in the paper the next day about even more of that stuff had been found in Vince's house and in a storage unit he rented bit they didn’t see that one. None of them ever read the paper Apollo’s mom stayed for a few days and didn't batt an eye when he introduced Warren and Ted as his lovers the day after the wedding. They didn't mention that Peter and Warren were brothers though. That may have been a bit to much for her “Yesterday morning I had one son, today I have four. I’m a lucky woman” She said “Mrs. Preda…” Warren started a bit awkwardly “Mama!” she said cutting you off “I am Mama to all of you from now on and that's the final word on it” and she stared at them all imperiously “Yes Mama” They all said finally. Not even Warren was a match for Mama Preda She took to Warren like she had known him all her life and she adored Ted by the time she left. She was still of two minds about Peter, It depended on how he treated her son They had a scare when Peter got sick about a month after the wedding but after a 2 day low fever he recovered A month later he had put on a couple pounds and he was looking better. A month after that his test results showed The Angle Strain was now dominant and his numbers were coming up. He was going to make it He stood up for his brother at their vow renewal and Apex stood up for Ted as they pledged themselves to each other for a 2nd time in a beautiful ceremony Apex’s wedding gift to them was a trip. They would accompany he and Peter to visit Apex’s family for two weeks, though Warren and Ted would stay in a beautiful bungalow on a cliff overlooking the ocean that had easy beach access, while Apex and Peter would stay with Mama Preda. The bungalow was only a 30 minute drive from town so they would have plenty of time with the family and plenty of privacy They threw a huge party the day after they arrived and Mama Preda got everyone's attention and then grabbed Ted and Warren who had been hanging back ri avoid notice “You all know Apollo married Peter recently but before that he was in a polyamorous relationship with his two life partners, Ted and Warren here. I believe Peter has joined that relationship and they are all life partners now. I accept this and I look on Ted and Warren as my sons just like I do Peter. Please welcome all three to the family. Oh and you can look up polyamorous yourself. I had to” She said And that was that. Mama Preda said it and it was done, Any doubts who ruled this family? Peter looked a little apprehensive though “Am I part of your relationship?” “Do you want to be?” Ted asked and he took one of Peter’s hands “Yes, do you?” Warren asked taking his brothers other hand Peter indeed with tears in his eyes Apollo came up behind Peter and wrapped his arms around all three crushing them together in a tight hug “Mine forever!” he said possessively “All three of you4 and I am yours” They all repeated his words “Mine forever! All three of you and I am yours” and it was a vow and a bond There is just one thing” Warren said “I think we need a new house because we definitely need a bigger bed” “We will have a house designed and built, I already know what the bathroom will look like” He said remembering his recurring dream Two days later Apollo’s little cousin Ari turned 18 and there was another party. The four of them went to help set up “Little Ari” was not so little any more. He was tall as Apollo at six foot six but much more muscular. He looked like a golden haired and furred Greek god straight down from Olympus. His eyes were a blue so pale the looked silver in some lights Before the party began Ari approached the four of them and gave them all a slightly more than warm hug “I know what I want from my birthday from you four” he said “though I’m not sure you can give it to me” “And what is that Ari?” Apollo said but he had a guess “I want all four of you to take my virginity but I want Cousin Peter’s loads bare. I know what makes you look like that and you are so hot and beautiful. I want to look like that someday. I had a neighbor with HIV when I was younger. He looked just like that and I lusted after him but he never knew. He went on meds and moved away last year” he said looking at Peter with longing and lust in his eyes “That’s why I don’t know if you can give it to me. I know your health is improving but that it was a close thing. Are you medicated or can you transmit it?” he asked. In his youth he didn't realize what he was asking could offend some people but not these people. Four cocks grew rock hard “We are all poz and toxic Ari, but we can’t give it to you because the family would kill us” Apex says as his predatory side came out, wanting to infect this boy so bad “Why do you want it anyway?” “I’m going to college in a couple months and no one expects an 18 year old to be poz. I will be able to infect so many guys!” He said and a fifth cock got rock hard “And they won’t kill you if they don’t know!” “You two are staying out at the beach” he said, indicating Ted and Warren “I am supposed to go on a camping trip alone in a couple days, I do it all the time since my dad stopped hoping last year. The campground is only a mile or so away from where you are staying and my site is isolated/ so if I hike down to the beach I can be there in just a few minutes. I will swear I got it at college because a lot of guys are going to get infected. I really want to see if I can get a few drunk straight guys at the fraternity parties” Apex remembered that his mom had told him that Ari had suggested the bungalow he rented for Warren and Ted. This was a devious young man. He might have to start calling him Ari Predator and that gave him an idea to think about later “You two come out to the beach for a three day visit with your life partners and we fuck for three days. I should be poz by the end of that.” Ari finished “You have this all thought out” Peter said “And I for one would be happy to infect you if you really want it” “I want you to be my first cousin Peter” Ari said “I would be honored” Peter said smiling warmly Ari walked away smiling to greet the guest coming in “The only problem is he will never get like Peter is now because the Angel Strain doesn’t do that” Warren said “I am going to try to recruit that young man and I can make him look like he wants if he accepts me, like I did it to you, Apex” The Dark voice said to Apex in his head “Who was that?” Peter, Warren and Ted all said together looking around “Oh good! You all heard me! I have been trying for weeks! I want you all!” The Dark voice said excitedly Apex motioned with his head and they all stepped back into a hallway. He explained about the Dark voice and what it had done to and for him with the voice adding comments here and there, making them believe everything Apex told them “Are Warren and Ted a perfect match like Peter and I are?: Apex asked and the voice swore in several languages again but finally said yes grudgingly “Tell them what that means and this goes for you too Peter” Apex said The voice went through it all again “I can do some nice things for you, You two saw the work I did on Apex after he found out he had the Angel Strain. I can change your bodies somewhat” The Darkness told them and it made some suggestions. “You could call it a sign on bonus” it finished “Cab you make me healthy and sturdy enough to take a good fucking from Apex but keep me looking like this on top of that?” Peter asked “Nothing simpler” it said “Would you all mind?” Peter asked the other three and they all said he was beautiful like he was and so sexy “I don’t need what you offered, I’m happy like I am” Ted said “Nit I reserve the right to ask for something in the future” “That’s fair” The voice said Apex told them what questions to ask to make the voice always totally honest with them and the voice grumbled as they all made the same bargain Apex had All three felt The Darkness take up residency in their minds and both Peter and Warren felt their underwear get tighter. Peter felt his body grow sturdier and stronger They had to get some place privat and see The Darkness’s handiwork so they went and hugged Ari and wished him a happy birthday and then told Mama that they were going to go to the beach for a few days but they would have nearly a week left when they came back They swung by Mama’s house and grabbed their suitcases and headed for the Bungalow When they got there they put their bags in the 2nd bedroom and all headed into the main one They stripped and naturally Apex and Ted were unchanged but Warren was now totally smooth and had a muscle tone he had never achieved before. Pater was sturdier but if anything more thin and gaunt/ The real difference was what flopped out of their underwear. They had both had about 6 ½ inches that had been very chubby. What was there now was almost frightening. Warren now had 9 inches plus a little and it was perfectly smooth like his body, His balls that were huge and hung down low. Peter was just a hair short of 10 inches and it had ropey blue veins. His balls were just a bit larger that Warren’s but what was scary was the girth of their cocks From top to bottom they were every bit as thick as Apex. From side to side they were a full inch and a half thicker. They could lay their hands on top of their had cocks and only have half the thumb stick off the side “Fuck, those things are never going in me” Apex said “Me either” Ted said looking frightened “I would not bet on that” Warren said grinning evilly “I don't bottom” Apex said “Funny, I seem to remember someone saying that his Peter could have his ass any time he wanted” Peter said grinning just as evilly “That was over a decade ago and you didn’t have that monster then!” Apex said sounding nervous “You didn’t put an expiration date on it my love, someone has been brutalizing everyone else's hole and maybe it’s time he got a taste of his own medicine” Peter said as he and Warren advanced on their husbands slowly ************************************************************************************************************* Next Chapter: OUCH? and The Predator Family The Apex/Apollo thing is just what side of his personality is dominant at the moment. Either the Predator or the soft emotional side/ It’s not a split personality in the classic sense and can flip in an instant. Apollo is healing and coming out more but Apex will always be the dominant side Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Deliverance comes to mind. Definitely a morality fuck, with Burt Reynolds in his prime through-out the film.

They don’t enjoy making a boy flail, squeal, and beg. I love the process of violating a tight youngster’s bodily integrity, pushing determinedly against his anal defenses until they break and yield his rectum to my full length and girth. Grease, force, and total adherence to the principle of coitus non interruptus are all I need. Once penetration starts, the bitch’s job is to take it and provide me full use of his cunt. I will not “take it out” until the last of my seed is oozing into his lower intestine. I do appreciate the sight of a gaping, distended cunt, but only if I’m the one who did the damage.

1. I sat on my couch, lap top open; scrolling through Tumblr and slowly stroking my cock feeling the hunger growing inside me. It was my day off and I had started stroking nearly three hours before. Normally I just get off pretty quickly and move on, but with nothing pressing to do that day I was taking my time. Perhaps as a result of the extensive session I unexpectedly developed the deep and desperate urge to get fucked. At twenty-five I was no stranger to this feeling; I had been a bottom since I took my first cock at sixteen when my math tutor, a tall skinny college sophomore, had taught me more then just calculus. Knowing full well that this feeling would not be slaked by jerking off alone, I grabbed my phone and started to scroll through Scruff. I sent out a few woofs to some hot guys around me, and greetings to a few others, then returned to scrolling through Tumblr. A couple of guys responded quickly enough but none of them were looking to fuck right then. I felt a little discouraged but pushed on, then after about ten minutes a guy who I had not messages sent me a woof. I checked out his profile, he was a little older then I normally go for being in his mid forties but he seemed hot enough. Tall and broad with powerful muscles his profile picture showed a handsome face attached to a beefy hairy body. The hunger inside of me had grown to a ravishing desperate desire and so I message him back. Hey boy. Came his response. We exchanged a few pleasantries, names and such (his it turned out was Mark) and then he said: I’m horny as fuck and need a bottom to plow, can host in HK. 50/8. My cock throbbed and my hole twitched, he was only two blocks away from me in Hells Kitchen. I think I can help you out with that. I responded. Good, just so you know boy I only fuck raw. That’s fine, I’m only like two blocks away what’s the address I’ll head right over. And that was it, I pulled on some close, and rushed out of the door taking the two blocks to his place at a sort of a jogging run. Looking back I know that I let my horniness get the better of me; that I should have asked more questions but I didn’t. There’s no changing what I did, or what happened next, and honestly I don’t think that I would even if I could. I had received a message as I rushed over saying that the front door would be propped open a little bit, and to just come inside and take the doorstop as I did. When I got to the building I saw that the front door to the small old brick building was in fact slightly a jar. My heart thudded in my chest. Not twenty minutes had passed sense he had first messaged me and here I was already walking into this man’s building. I opened the door, took the doorstop out, pushing it over to the side, and crossing the small entryway may my way over to the narrow winding staircase that led up to this man’s third floor apartment. Taking the stairs two at a time I dashed up to the third floor and found the door to the apartment there also slightly ajar. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. I had been instructed to come in and take off my shoes and then walk into the main room of the apartment. As I opened the door I heard groaning and moans, and guessed that Mark was watching porn. I kicked off my shoes, and left them next to the door, which I closed, and then deciding to go one step further pulled my t-shirt off and left it sitting on my shoes. I walked towards the groaning sounds, assuming correctly that they would lead me to Mark. He must have a pretty good job I thought, as I walked down a rather long hallway, past a full kitchen, which suddenly opened onto a spacious and sundrenched living room. In the middle of the room, bent over a couch facing away from the windows was a boy not much older then me, his face contorted in extract as Mark, the man I had come to meet, fucked him. “Good you’re here,” Mark said, not stopping fucking the boy in front of him. I stood frozen to the spot not able to understand what was happening. Mark must have read the confusion on my face because he smiled a wide handsome smile and explained, “This is my bottom boy, he lives with me, he was just getting my cock ready for you with his hole. That’s enough boy.” He pulled out and gave the boy a smack on the ass. The boy got up from the couch and winking at me walked out of the room. Mark started to come around the cock, his cock, which I had yet to see even in pictures coming quickly into view. It was large and thick, probably just shy of nine inches long and as thick around a beer can. It suck straight out from his bushy pubes which thrust upward to join the thick fur that spread across his powerful looking abs. As attractive as he was I couldn’t quite get my head around what I had just gotten myself into. Before I could process any further he was right in front of me, the broad smile still playing across his handsome face. He looked right into my eyes, and one of his hands reach up and found my nipple. “You’re hotter then I thought you would be,” he said, tweaking my nipple, “I love a boy with some meat and fur on him.” I couldn’t help but smile despite awkwardness at the situation, I worked hard on my body going to the gym four times a week, and was also rather fond of the not unsubstantial dusting of hair that covered my chest and plunged down my abdomen into my shorts. Mark was a bit taller then me and I had to tilt my head to look into his eyes as he stepped a little closer to me. I felt his cock, slick with precum and juice from the boy he had just been fucking’s ass, press against my belly button. The smile faded from his lips and he bent his head and kissed me. I don’t know why but I was completely powerless against this man, despite the fact that I had just walked in on him fucking another boy, who was somewhere still in the apartment I found myself kissing him back. I’m still not sure if it was just how seriously horny I was that day of I Mark, even then, had some sort of hold over me, but I just gave into him. The kiss didn’t last long. Instead, he pulled away from me, his hands, which had drifted to either side of my face, slid down onto my shoulders and applied gentle pressure pushing me down. I knew what this meant and sank to my knees and opened my mouth, all thought of the hole his cock had recently been fucking gone from my mind as I came face to face with his fat powerful cock. “Suck me cock boy, show me how much you want it,” he instructed. His voice was low and soothing like how one might talk to a skittish animal. He need not have worried about my being skittish, the hunger in me had over ridden everything else, and stretching my lips wide I took his cock into my mouth. “Good boy,” he moaned as I desperately tried to swallow the entirety of his sizable cock, tasting as I did so the slightly salty taste of his last bottom’s hole. His hands came to rest on the back of my head pushing me further and further down on his cock till I chocked a little and swallowed hard. I had never had as big a cock as his in my mouth let alone pushed down my throat I felt like I couldn’t breath but I also wanted to make Mark happy. I swallowed hard again and tried to breath through my nose and his balls finally bounced off my chin. He only held me there for a moment before allowing me to spit his cock out now slick with throat juices. I looked up at his face, eyes watering, and saw that he was smiling again, my hear soared at seeing that. “You did well boy, but there’s plenty of time for cock sucking later, you want to get fucked don’t you.” I answered him in the only way that seemed appropriate, “Yes, Sir.” “Good, take off those shorts and bend over the couch.” Without hesitation I shucked my shorts, I hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear, and dashed over to the couch, only vaguely aware that I was taking up the exact same spot only recently vacated by that other boy. Mark must have been as excited as I was because he seemed to practically run to get behind me and dove into my upturned ass with a ferocity I had not been expecting. His tongue lapped greedily at my hole, pressing hard against my pucker trying to gain entry to the warm depths within. He was clearly very experienced and made short work of relaxing my hole and I soon felt his tongue press past my sphincter into my hole. I gasped and wriggled about as he probed deeper and deeper into my hole with his tongue. I expected to soon feel a spit slicked finger or two pressing against my hole but Mark had other plans. Once his tongue withdrew from my ass and he straightened up behind me, he dropped a massive glob of spit onto my hole and began to rub his cock head up and down my crack. His cock, still slick with the juices from my throat and the other bottom’s hole, slid easily along until he lined up his cock with my hole and began to apply gentle but steady pressure. I was no where near loose enough to take his cock easily and I groaned and whimpered as his broad, blunt, thick, mushroom head began to slowly force my hole open. My fingers dug into the back of the couch and I shut my eyes tight, focusing on willing my hole to relax but I never once thought about asking him to stop. Just as the pain began to over whelm me and I began to panic thinking I would never open up enough to take his massive cock, my hole gave way with a slight pop and his cock head bust into my hole along with about an inch and a half of his cock. I gasped and reared up my back cocking to rest of his hairy chest my eyes wide and staring like a startled horse. “Good job boy, the head is always the hardest part,” he said, again in the soothing tone, one hand on my back pushing me back down. As I lowered by body back down I noticed that the boy from before was back dressed only in a yellowed jockstrap that did little to hide his sizable bulge with a phone in his hand clearly recording us. “I hope you don’t mind,” Mark said in my ear, “I record every boy’s first time taking my cock.” He pressed a little more into me and I whimpered as he continued, “I like being able to go back and see their faces the first time my cock enters their hole, plus most of my boys like being able to remember what it felt like before my their holes got use to taking my cock whenever I fell like giving it to them.” As he spoke he had been slowly pressing his cock into me, occasionally pulling back a little before sliding even further into me. “You don’t mind do you?” his lips teasing my ear as he asked this question, his hands firmly on my shoulders, and with one last powerful thrust he shoved the last of his cock into me. I almost screamed my answer, “God, you’re so big, please, please fuck me!” “Look into my boy’s phone and say what you want boy. Tell my boy you want my cock. Tell him you want me to fuck you. Tell him you want my load in your boycunt.” Obediently I looked straight into the camera on the boy’s iPhone and said in as steady a voice I could muster as Mark slowly withdrew his cock from my hole, “I want Mark to fuck me, I want his cock, I want him to breed my hole.” The boy holding the phone smiled and winked at me again. “Well done boy. Your hole feels amazing around my cock, I’m going to fuck you good. Do you want that?” “Yes,” I groaned as he began to push his cock back into my hole. “If your hole finished out as well as it starts I may just keep you. I been thinking I could use another bottom boy to use regularly. As much as I like breaking in a new pussy sometimes its nice to be able to just slide into a hole that’s already used to taking my cock and is always wet with my seed.” He started to pick up the pace, still long dicking me but now sliding back in with more force then before. I started to whimper every time his cock bottomed out in my quickly loosening hole. I could tell that my ass juices were lubing up his cock along with the copious amounts of precum he seemed to be leaking, for his cock was sliding in and out of my ass easier with every thrust. I’m not sure when he started to really pound me, I had become lost in the sensations of his cock wrecking my hole; my eyes closed tight again my mouth hanging open slightly. The rest of my body seemed to drift away the only thing that mattered now was the part of me that was wrapped around Mark’s powerful thrusting cock. A low grunt burst from his lips every so often as he slammed his cock into me over and over again. I was dimly aware of powerful waves crashing through the rest of my body with every thrust, my chest being pressed into the back of the couch. Sweat sprung up all over my body and occasionally a drop would fall from Mark onto my back. The veins in his cock seemed to tug at my hole as they slid in and out of my sphincter, my mind somehow hyper aware of every sensation coming from my ass. My hole was slack around his cock and the sound of flesh smacking against flesh seemed to rebound off of every surface, when I finally noticed a change in Mark’s breathing, his pounding becoming erratic and full of desperate need. He was going to cum, I felt excited and sad at the same time, excited that I would soon feel his load coating my insides but sad that this beautiful ass destroying fuck would soon becoming to an end. “I’m going to cum,” Mark growled, slowing down for a moment to whisper in my ear, “tell the camera again what you want.” I looked up for the first time in ages at the boy still standing in front of us, a large spot of precum dampening the front of his dirty jock and said between gasps of pleasure as Mark resumed his desperate pounding of my ass, “I want your load, please breed me Sir!” “Good boy,” he said, his voice a raspy growl, as he, with his hands clamped tight on my shoulders, forced his cock as deep as it could go inside of me and began to spray his load. I had never before been aware of feeling cum hit the walls of my gut but I was this time. I felt every squirt, every drop and I reveled in it. It was a very long time before Mark stopped cuming, and before he withdrew his cock he took several steadying breaths. “I have something to tell you,” he said, his mouth suddenly next to my ear again, his sweat covered body pressed against mine, “and when I tell you remember you asked me to do everything we just did.” My mind was still to fuzzy from the euphoria of the fucking that I had just received to really think about what he was saying. “I just shot a massive POZ load up your boycunt. Your guts are now full of my POZ cum.” The word POZ snapped most of my brain out of it’s floating joy and back to the present, my breath came in quick gasps of panic. What had I done? I practically screamed in my head. Then Mark flexed his cock inside my hole and an electric shock ran through my body. My mind was blank again. “Now you have two options boy,” he flexed his cock again, “You can leave here, shit out my load as best you can and run to the clinic to try and get meds, or you can look right into that camera and say that your cunt belongs to me and you’ll you don’t give a fuck about my being POZ you just want this cock.” It should have taken me longer to make my decision, I should have thought about it, but I didn’t. I looked squarely into the camera and said, “My cunt belongs to you Sir, and I don’t care if you’re POZ I just want you to fuck me again.” “Well done boy. I’m definitely keeping you.” He pulled his cock completely from my ass and then slammed the whole thing back in again beginning another punishing pounding of my hole. He dumped two more loads in me before deciding my hole had been used enough on that day. After he pulled out the last time he told me to wait on the couch with my ass still in the air while he went and got me a present and he left the room. When he came back he was holding a large black butt plug, which he pushed into my gaping hole, the flared bottom wide enough to lock into my well used cunt. “When I’m done training your hole,” he said, patting the base of the plug, “I’ll be able to bend you over whenever I want and slide into your hole like it was made for my cock. Do you want that.” I nodded, my eyes bright with hunger for more. “Good boy, now go home and get some rest. I have work tomorrow but I want you over here at four o’clock, and don’t take the plug out. I’ll take it out tomorrow when I’m ready to use your cunt again.” He kissed me a little as he handed me my clothes and then once I was dressed quickly ushered me out the door. I found myself standing on the street, my hole stuffed with a massive plug, and my cock hard as a rock. I suddenly realized I hadn’t cum all day. That didn’t seem important now. The loads I carried in my hole were more important. I went home, and without showering or anything stripped naked and fell asleep.