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Me too, drscorpio! I'd definitely "like" this one!

So fuckin twisted. Think that's the hottest story I'ver ever read...

Fuck, rawTOP! That's another gem that managed to escape me - until now Very glad I found it. Nothing like seeing young, smooth, baby-faced NEG-boys getting spit-roasted by the fat, veiny POZcocks of two hairy, mustached daddies two or three times his age! IMHO all those gay kids were deep inside meant to be cock-craving cum-dumps ever since they first lay an eye on an full-grown adult cock - but in their innocence they just haven't realized it yet. Good to know that there'll always be some depraved daddies to pry away that innocence and help them become the AIDS-infested little cum-dumps they were meant to be from the start...

Yes please!!! I've got a feeling that very soon Jordan's gonna "see who the real COCK is!" Think I'm not the only one who wants to see young, unsuspecting Jordan wince in pain as your fat mushroom cockhead pops past his no-longer-virgin sphincter and you thrust your unlubed pozcock into what he'll soon learn to call his cunt...

Not exactly. I'll be 20 soon and Lukas turned 13 last month. But he doesn't look like it, more like 15 or 16 - something I myself didn't manage until I was 18. And that's what I wanted to express: you're used to somebody being a kid and against your better judgement you expect him to stay like that for the rest of his life. But suddenly he's two inches taller than you with testosterone oozing out of every pore. The last time I'd seen him, I wouldn't have regarded him as a sexual being. Now I do...

Can eating cum make you gay? This sounds like a rather stupid question, I know. Most guys who consider themselves to be straight would never in the world even think of swallowing cum after all. But what if they don't know...? Just let me tell my story, then you'll know what I'm talking about... I come from a pretty big family, with five aunts and uncles from my mother's side alone. And since they all started founding families around the same time, my cousins and I (me being the eldest one) were all around the same age, the youngest being only seven years younger than me. Maybe that's why my mom, together with her siblings, decided that it would be best if we all spent our holidays together. So they rented a big house on the shore of a remote mountain lake somewhere in the Alps. Since the adults prefered to sleep in and I was the eldest of us kids (I'd just turned thirteen), it was my task to prepare breakfast for all of us - nothing special, just sandwiches and cornflakes and stuff. None of the other kids ever hit on the idea of helping me with the kitchen work, but at least they were polite enough to say thanks. Well, except one. My youngest cousin Lukas, who was six at the time, kept complaining about the taste of his cereals, telling me every morning that they weren't as yummy as when his dad prepared them. And since he was a pain in the ass the rest of the time as well, I was getting more pissed with every passing day. One morning he woke me up by throwing a wet washcloth at me, hitting me right in the face. Still tired and - understandably enough - in a quite grumpy mood, I trudged down to the kitchen, trying at best to hide my morning erection. Lukas, who had been clattering down the stairs right behind me, didn't even stop once, shouting at me what kind of cereals he wanted for breakfast that morning, as he was already running past me, out the backdoor and towards the lake, where he pulled down his briefs and jumped right into the cold water. My morning-wood hadn't gone down yet and watching Lukas' bouncing little ass as he was splashing around in the cold water of the lake, didn't exactly help to change my condition. Well, I'd just found out how to masturbate half a year earlier (and couldn't keep my mind off it since). Still don't know how it happened exactly, but anger and horniness proved to be an explosive mixture and soon enough I found myself with my pyjama bottoms around my knees, masturbating my raging boydick. When my small cock started throbbing in orgasm, I pointed it right at Lukas' bowl of cereals, drenching them with my boyish cum. As could be expected, as soon as I'd come down from my orgasm, second thoughts set in. I was about to pour the cornflakes down the sink, when suddenly Lukas scampered back into the kitchen and pried the bowl from my hands. Now it was too late! I watched Lukas devour his breakfast, feeling strangely fascinated and sick to my stomach at the same time. What if he could tell the difference? If Lukas found out, I'd be scuppered! Still I couldn't keep my eyes from the scene unfolding before me, as spoonful after spoonful of the sloppy mixture disappeared inside my cousin's mouth. And as soon as all my cousins had finished and left the kitchen, I bolted to the bathroom and jerked off again. Of course I swore to myself not to do it again. But boys will be boys, and so the next morning I jerked off into his cornflakes again, as well as the days that followed. Lukas never complained about the taste, at least not more than he'd done before. They still didn't taste as good as his dad's, according to him, but at least he ate them all up, which he hadn't done before. Well, I met Lukas again recently. It had been a while and he'd really grown up. And during our conversation he dropped the bombshell: Lukas is gay, too! And now I'm wondering: is it just blind chance, a question of genetics or could eating those cornflakes drenched in my cum actually have turned him gay? What do you guys think?

So true, PozFetishPig!!! What's the use of having sex at all, if it's that shallow, insensate, inanimate, exsanguine pseudo-sex without skin-on-skin contact, without melting into each other, without fusing your own DNA with that of your fuck partner...? Guess I'd rather stop having sex altogether...

Fuuuck, that was intense...Hadn't cum that hard for quite some time...

Very hot indeed! Guess you thought you already had your share for the day after that snowstorm hit you, but turns out that was just the prelude...

Even hotter if the cute little pussyboy loves it just as much as you do and keeps begging for you to squirt your swimmers into him and get him pregnant... So what do you like better, virgoz? When you have to stealth that lil muffin or when you can show your true colors and tell him right to his cute boyish face?

Not hard to guess, with that reputation of yours...

What I did was stupid, and I knew it. But by not articulating the obvious, I could keep things in suspense in a way, making the oh-so-real threat seem less tangible, somehow blurry and far away, as if it had nothing to do with me. I should have stopped him, but I didn't, somehow couldn't. And you're right, PozfetishPig, I was helpless in a way, but not like most people would expect. It wasn't like I was at his mercy, tied up or held down, forced to surrender to whatever he had planned for me. Sure, he was on top of me, holding my lank, boyish legs spread wide with his paw-like hands, while his fat bare dick was sawing in and out of my teenaged pussy. But I could have asked him to pull out and let me go anytime and - call me naive - I'm 100% sure he would have complied, if I'd asked him to. Though his big cock and towering body was totally dominating me, I never felt like I had given up control, which makes my reaction even harder to explain. You know, I was free to go and I wasn't drunk or on drugs either. My mind was clear, the meaning of that tattoo obvious and I knew the only reasonable thing to do - but for some reason I couldn't make myself do it. I had to ask him to pull out, had to better ask him soon, but each time his fat mancock was sliding back into me, bottoming out inside my sore rectum, I was telliing myself 'Just once more, oh my God, just once more'. I yelped each time he was hitting ground, his cock was hurting my insides, my hole way to small to properly accomodate its girth, but I just couldn't imagine a world in which this fat, throbbing intruder was not ravaging my boypussy. Or, probably more accurate, I didn't want to imagine it. Of course I knew where this was leading, that I would end up with a big load of this guy's poz cum deep inside my guts if I didn't act soon. But though he was hurting me, I had this strange feeling that I was born to be hurt like that, to have strangers abuse me like that. 'One more thrust, just let him hurt you once more'. And before I really knew it, one more thrust had proved to be one too many and I felt his cock expanding inside me, throbbing fiercely as his poz load was coating my insides.

Oh my fucking God!!! This is better than anything I've ever read on BZ before. And to think that I missed out on it for so long - I could (and would) have jerked off to this story sooo many times... Any plans to write a continuation? Pleeease?!?

Totally agree, PozFetishPig! But sometimes not saying anything can be just as hot! Got fucked by a guy with a biohazard tattoo around his nipple a few years ago. I was still very inexperienced, turned on and freaked out by it at the same time. I traced the tattoo with my finger, looked him in the eye and asked: "Are you going to...?", when my voice trailed off. I just couldn't make myself utter those words. I knew, if I did, I'd probably lose it. So I just looked up at him questioningly. The guy didn't say a word. He just nodded his head and for the rest of the fuck his eyes never strayed from mine. Then he came inside my boyhole, and still not a word from him, he just leaned into me and pressed his lips against mine. Still one of the most intense fucks of my life!

Couldn't agree more, Jaybird! This story has me drooling...

Hey orangeboi, love this story - you really debuted in grand style! But what a shame you've been waiting so long. So many stories that should have been told... But the more stories I read here on BZ, the more I am prone to believe there must be something wrong with all those little twinkish schoolboys - no matter what they do or where they go, they always seem to end up having their worn out, gaping boypussies filled with a toxic load...or two...or three...or four... Wanna know where this is leading, so please keep it cumming... Felix

OMFG!!! Thanks for sharing your story, haven't cum like this for ages!

So fuckin' wicked! Love it!

Wow, so fuckin hot, SIR!!! Thank you for posting...awesome story

think you got a point there. guys that are not ready yet would never initiate it, but if a guy is ready he'll do it anyway, no matter what his lawmakers think of it... you just gotta make sure nobody is forced/coerced/tricked into doing something he doesn't want to do. but that's always the tricky part - whether there's a law or not...

Just as hot as your previous stories...

YESSSSS!!!!! Even better than I thought it would be - and to be honest I expected a lot after the great start... Thank you for sharing your writing talent with us. I know you've got lots of other stuff to do and still you find the time to pull those little gems out of your hat. Throwing pearls before swine, so to say...well, before cumpigs to be more accurate

I haven't been faced with that kind of situation all that often actually. Most times I don't cum at all while being fucked and I don't even try to either. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing better in the world than a fat daddydick up my ass and I love that feel of a man's cock sawing in and out of my boyhole. But unless it's really like beer can thick, it normally will not make me cum. Especially since I don't play with my dick while getting fucked and don't like the top to do it either. When in bed with a guy, all I think about is his pleasure. Once he's done and out of the door, I lean back, finger his cum out of my hole, lick it off my fingers and jerk off to the taste of his load on my tongue. But the rare cases that it actually happened, that's when things got a little dificult. Never found out why, but once I've cum, my hole starts feeling sore from one second to the other. I've found that most times it's easier to clamp down on the guy's cock, even though it may hurt, and get him off quickly than to have him going on for ages until he finally shoots his load. But I don't mind the pain. As I said before, it's all about pleasuring the top.

Yeah, thought about this guy (I don't even know his name...) a lot lately. The thoughts of what might have been always make me itchy. Maybe I should go back to that place and check if he's still around. He seemed to be interested last time, so maybe...

Well, at least at body temperature...