HungryStarfish

Thank you for the encouragement! It's only a sort of teaser: By day I pretend to be a godly man -- by night. I belong to someone darker. My journey from 'curious' to bottomless pleasure pig has been dizzyingly swift, so I want to share the stories while they are still fresh.

I would love to be filmed burying my face in your cummy wrecked whole.

Christmas Eve, 2021. After mass, I was with my Uncle Francis at his apartment. He went to bed earliar than I did. I started nosing through boxes of books in his office and discovered a box of toys, photos, and porn. Uncle Francis caught me in the act of 'discovering' some of his porn and toys. First time I asked him to fuck me, he refused. Next time I begged him to fuck me, he refused. (He was actually grooming me.) I finally figured out that I needed to pray for him to fuck me... Then needed to figure out WHO to pray to... I gave my virginity to my uncle Francis in a ritual of sweet incest; During which I made promises. I made promises of the kind that cannot be unpromised. My world hasn't been the same since.

I have surrendered to my lust for cock and cum. I am a religious man who now prays to dark forces and I am consumed by desire. I am about to take my first bareback cock in this seedy motel. …In the dim light of porn, I watched him measure what seemed to be very precise amounts. He tied off and slapped his arm a few times. Found a vein and drew the syringe back. He had a vein. He shot half the syringe and drew back again. This time the fluid was dark pink. That was some serious blood. He withdrew the needle, now half loaded with his blood gave me the deliciously lecherous look. I was giddy with anticipation as he licked the needle. He asked again: "Are you ready to go all the way?" I nodded. And extended my arm. Tied off with my forearm vein bulging, he found his angle, slid it in, and slammed the plunger. He pulled the belt and counted "Two. One." I gasped, and my lungs froze -- it felt like my body short-circuited -- moments later I was hit by a coughing fit. I slid my shorts around my ankles and started squirming. The rush was unbelievable, but holy fuck, the raw lust was incomprehensible. He knew I was ready to fuck. "How you like that?" "Oh dude. Oh. Oh. dude. I started fingering my ass. My darkest desires, fueled by this chemical lust, became an overwhelming need. I don't recall even making a decision. I simply Knew. I knew with absolute certainty, that I was going to give into my carnal urges. I laid on my back and started stroking my cock. I was writhing in anticipation. He stood up. The chubby sixty-year-old balding man was going to be my first bareback cock. His cock was fat with a pierced through the center of a thick mushroom head. He turned the lights off and propped the door open. Others would be joining us. A shot of adrenaline coursed through me. This was real! Oh my god this is real! I didn't know it was possible to feel this much lust. The rush in my head, and the hunger in my ass was raging. He grabbed my ankles, spread my legs back, and buried his face in my hole. This lit my ass on fire with feral hunger. I squirmed in uninhibited joy. My most secret porn fantasies were coming true. His grizzled chin and probing fingers weren't rough, but they weren't gentle either. He would alternate dragging his stubbly chin across my bare exposed sphincter and burying his tongue deep in my hole. Lick, suck, tongue, chafe. Rinse and repeat. He passed me the bottle of poppers and hit them hard and held. Lick, suck, tongue, chafe. Rinse and repeat. I sat up and climbed between his legs. I slid his semi hard cock in my mouth and started suckling it. It was my pacifier. I came up for air. "I need more." I went balls deep and pressed my face against his pelvis. I couldn't breathe. I gagged once but surrendered to the pleasure of having his cock fucking my throat. The musky scent of his hairy crotch sent a shiver of piggish lust through me. I came up for air. "I need to fuck." He pulled my head off an we locked eyes. In the dimmest of light, his were gleaming with sweet lechery. I imagined myself to be his son. He crammed his cock back in my mouth. I worshipped his meat it with novice enthusiasm, gagging and slobbering on every sweet thrust. Eventually, he pushed my face off and pulled me to his lap. I climbed on top and pressed the my hole against the head of his cock. I didn't wait for him to finish sliding in. I lowered myself on his cock and slid down on it in until I had swallowed the entirety his magnificent bare cock with my ass. There was no pain -- only the giddy pleasure of offering my virgin hole to a stranger. I gyrated my hips and wrapped my arms around him. Bare cock was inside me! It felt so deliciously dirty! I kept gyrating with slow steady purpose. I had never imagined how pleasurable it would feel to grind my hips while savoring the fullness of his cock so deep in me. I wanted his lust. I wanted to be the object of his fantasies He finally filled me with his slippery warmth. It came abrubtly in one final deep thrust and a series of uncontrollable spasms. I delighted at the forbidden pleasure of my hole filled with the cum of this seedy lover. "Oh, Daddy. Your bare cock feels so good in me. Ohhhhh fuuuuck. Yeah." The pleasure of surrendering to my drug-fueled fantasies was exquisite. He rolled off me and panted. A small gush of his cum oozed from my hole as he pulled out. I scarcely felt a moment of depraved satisfaction before my feral lust demanded more. More cock. More men. More cum. I laid there fingering myself and smearing the fresh cum around my freshly fucked hole and contemplated the best place to find old men with depraved sexual hunger for my flesh. I licked my fingers and shoved them in my ass, smeared, and licked again. As I lay there fingering myself and smearing his cum around my freshly fucked hole, I contemplated the best place to find old men with depraved sexual needs. I decided I would cruise the cinema and bookstore later. I was beyond consumed by desire for perversion. I wanted old men with toxic cum. I was giving myself over to my darkest desires. "You like that cum, young man." He wasn't asking. He was telling. "We’re going to fill that sweet hole of yours tonight." I moaned my agreement. I am sooooooooo hungry to defile myself with foul seed. Quantity is its own quality – I will refuse no man -- but my cumhole begs to be a vessel of pleasure for only the most perverted fantasies of anonymous men. I need to wreck my hole until it's a bloody pulp and slather it with infected seed. I need to milk yours and every other man's poz load into my hole. I know that I have only begun to corrupt my cumhole, but as I cruise The Breeding Zone, I am consumed by an arcade of deviant sexual fantasies; Each of which demands unspeakable acts of perversion in exchange for the promise of supernatural pleasure.