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Load #16: The withered, lesion- scarred hand of the once stunning muscle god, desperately gripped my birthday boy’s perfectly round rump, and pushed another two inches of his deadly black Mamba deep into the trembling youth’s cum-starved kunt. “Please, please, sir,” the kid begged as he bit into his pillow. 350 000 vl hadn’t dropped in 6moths, ever since his meds stopped working. The porn sensation once known as ‘Muscle Man Mike’, decided against that last chemotherapy series they said he desperately needed. He knew his party was over, and feeling the freshly broken kunt grasping and massaging the full length of his oozing fuck club, he knew this kid’s adventures had just begun. My son reared his head up and spoke so the man behind him, inside him, could hear his plea, “Please, Sir,…. Please mister, Bug me up,… I’ll take good care of it…I promise… Mike wanted to make this last load last, but a crowd had gathered to bare witness, the passing of the torch as it were, and he always loved an audience. As he slapped his venom bloated balls against the grinding little animal’s sticky taint, he gritted his few remaining teeth and slurred into the sweet cumdump’s ear, “Careful of what you ask for….” Bam… “You….” Bam “Just Might…” Bam Bam” Get….” Bam Bam Bam….”IT!” Sometimes, a tight, tripping ass can detect the spasm of a the urethra, or the change in heart rate or blood pressure of the cock up inside it, but few can really feel jizz at body temperature squirt in, But this kind donor had a temperature of 102.5, and the neglected youth felt every burning glob fired into his battered ass-lining. The pure animal heat of the feverish dong filling his colon and lower intestine, soothed his abused of his innards. As quick as he could, the student spun around, once his donor pulled the last noxious centimeter from his still gripping ass. On his knees, he raised the slimy spent shaft to his parched lips. Gently, his newly trained tongue explores the black man’s foreskin for any remnants of his jizz, or the others, or his own gut slop. Opening his throat so that he could clean the shiny shaft down to the matted base, he barely felt his ass-ring pop, as his Dad once again tapped the warm and sticky butt plug back into its natural place. Informed Consent “You really 18?” “……Yeah.” “Got ID?” “I…… don’t Drive.” “Okay, so I am going to need you to give me your word…” “My word…?” “It’s all a man has.” “I am 18 years old…. Tod….” “Nope, don’t say it, just strip down to your undies so we can have a little talk, Son.” Brownish-blond patches of fur peeked out from his armpits, as he pulled off his shirt. No chest hair, just the thinnest of fuzz forming a treasure trail leading down into his over stuffed tighty-whitties. “So how did your dick get so damn big, wrapped up in those chastity panties? Those things are designed to retard penile development, you know.’ He explained that since the age of 12, he always let his cock, and sometimes his balls, hang outside his briefs, so his meat could grow and expand of its own free will. In just his tennis shoes and his jockies, he sat on the floor between my legs. Maybe it was cheating, asking him to pay attention AFTER I’d let him pull my cock and balls out of my 501’s , but I wanted him to get a good look at the menu before I started with the disclaimers. “You asked that I “make you a man”, and that’s my goal. This weekend, me and my buddies will be working on making you the best Gay Man you can be, but I know it doesn’t always stick. Do you know the difference between a ‘Man” and a ‘Gay Man’?” Was it a trick question? The kid’s gaze shifted from my hairy crotch to my face. He looked confused. “A Gay Man is just the same as any other kind of Man, except for a series of reasons, he is not willing to be Domesticated in order to have access to pussy.” “A Man’s biological imperative is to spread all of the DNA he can. A true Gay man seeks not only to spread as much of it as he can, but to also generate or consume all the DNA available to him, especially when it comes in the form of thick, warm ejaculate, or as my Pa called it, “Man Milk”. You say you haven’t been fucked, but have you eaten sperm before? The enthusiastic youth smiled and nodded, “I eat my own all the time, and I’ve sucked off my buddies before.” “You swallow their spunk?” “Always” “Oh, you make your Dad so proud when he hears that.” “Can I suck your dick now, sir ?” “Hold on, hold on there, Sport. Now that you are of the age of consent, there are a few things you need to know before you can consent…. “Some Men, and that includes Gay Men, are afraid of Sex. They are afraid of their own assholes, their own desires, or their God, and even sometimes their own sperm. Our Puritan society exploits men’s sexual desires and at the very same time teaches them to fear sex. Too many Gay Men these days fear their own sexuality so much, that they have started acting like needy/demanding straight women, who use sex as a commodity or as tool to manipulate the sexualities of others. I want my son to be ‘FEARLESS’. Are you fearless boy?” The kid’s eyes had grown wide. Looking back down at my dick, as it slowly came to life right in front of his face, he whispered”… yes.” “Then before we get started, you need to know that I carry the HIV virus, one of the viruses that is thought to cause AIDS. If you choose to be my son, you will be exposed to this virus repeatedly, and will most likely end up infected with it by the time were done this weekend. “I work with a small cabal of armature eugenicists,” I went on to explain, ”trying to breed a super virulent, non-lethal strain of the virus through repeated exposure and transmission. But we are well aware that we could also unintentionally be creating a jizz so poisonous it might kill on contact. “For any son of mine who wasn’t made from my DNA, I want him to consume enough of my genetic material that his DNA is transformed into mine. Do you want your daddy’s dangerous seed swimming around inside you, moving from your intestines and your stomach into your bloodstream?” “Yes.” “Even if it might kill you?” “YES. I would rather live a short positive life, than grow old and then die, too frighten to ever really fuck..’ Though I don’t do it as often as a father should, I held the kid’s smooth face in my hands and kissed him on the lips, entering his unpolluted body for the very first time with my dirty slime sucking tongue. Then, standing up, I pushed his face back into my pubes, letting him breath in my crotch stink as he repeatedly kissed my cock and balls. “Stay where you are, Boy” “Have you ever gotten stoned before, Son ?” I asked from the kitchen. Again, that sweet “deer in the headlight’ look. Was this another trick question? he must have been wondering. “…..Uhm…” “You know,” I clarified, ”smoked Mary Jane, reefer…. marijuana?” “Yeah….” He confessed with all the guilt of a poorly educated American youth, ”a couple times or so. With my buddies… before a movie… or…ummm” “Very good,” I assured him, “It’s sad how our society tries to terrify the curious.” Returning from the refrigerator with a small plate, I presented my special birthday boy with a thick chocolate brownie, topped with a single black candle. “Here you go, Son…, Happy Birthday.” The next hour, we spent fiddling about on the couch. Curled up between my thighs, the curious imp had free access to my hairy Daddy meat. Using his hands, his lips and his nose, he explored my paternal package from every angle. I instructed him in how to remove his Daddy’s boots, and as he bent over to work on the right one, I reached out and ripped a hole in the back of his undies, so I could survey his almost hairless, virgin hole, while he wiggled at my feet. Removing my jeans and boxers, I took a lot of time to stand on his face and chest, giving him the opportunity to sniff and suck on my raunchy socks as his skinny hips involuntarily fucked the air. Returning to the seated position, I scooted my hairy ass to the edge of the sofa and popped one of my legs over the armrest, offering the starving boy full access to his first male doughnut. Like a true son of mine, his first instinct was to lick and suck on the man-lips offered, but I wanted to build his appetite. “Sniff it. Your gonna have to fuck it with your nose, before I’ll let you fuck it with your tongue.” He took his time, and I took the opportunity to quiz him about what he didn’t understand on my profile, all the while encouraging him to lick and stick his fingers up my ass before telling him to lick them and stick them back in his mouth. Even before he was allowed to French kiss my ring, a beautiful trail of charged ass-slime connected his sweet lips to my salty shit-chute. Even though he had never been with a “grown up” before, he’d done his research. When I asked him what ‘raunchy’ meant, he said, “that’s gross stuff, right? Dirty underwear, boogers, sweat… piss ‘n shit ‘n stuff like that ?” “And that’s fine by you?” “Whatever you’re into, that’s what I wanna try…..” I could have cum right then. The only two references he did not know were “Scat” which he though may have to do with music, which he thought was real fucking weird, and he assumed “K9” was probably some kind of puppy-play, and then, just to get his daddy’s nuts in a knot, he said, “but I don’t want you to explain everything all at once…. I want to be surprised too.” So I explained the course his education would take. Today was going to be all about the fundamentals every man should know about “The Accommodation of the Male Member and the Ingestion of Human Ejaculate”, and before his big Birthday party that night, I would take him to the park to teach him “The Etiquette of Cum Hunting in Public Toilets and Woodlands.” My goal was that he would get at least 18 loads up his ass and another 18 down his throat, before his day was done. I also expected him to cum at least 18 times over the course of the weekend. But before his butt breeding would begin, he needed his first lesson: “Proper Anal Hygiene. The Master bedroom and my playroom, or as we would be calling it, ‘the Nursery’ were separated by the Master bath, and the tile of the walk-in shower is where his training would begin. Although it was equipped with two heads and two hoses, I thought I would show him the advantages of the tradition gravity flow enema bag, three of which hung in my Piss Parlor. Tonight we’d begin with a gentle rises, and later on he could learn how to use the power washers. Fathers and sons who lived together, knew all about each other’s piss and shit early on, so I sought to reproduce this biological familiarity, a key element of the Parent/Offspring bond. I made it clear that was a ‘ safe zone’- he was free to piss and shit and puke in the shower without fear of retribution or punishment. Bags 1&2: After demonstrating how and why the hose should be emptied of air, I approach his upturned rump, that perfect pale pucker offered up to his old man’s alter, and slowly began Rimming 101. When his moaning started to become a distraction, I licked the nozzle and penetrated his ass. I told him to imagine his own father urinating up inside him, as I worked the clamp, releasing both bursts and streams of warm liquid into his bottomless belly. It’s good to start with warm if your going for the full gut flush. Cold is best for a quick rinse. His whimpering coincided with the vacuum forming in the bag, and I kept his head down for a couple minutes to let the flow sink in. He knew instinctively to suck my dick as we waited. Once his cramping got too much, I told him to stand up. Rubbing his swollen stomach sparked my rod something fierce. Gravity was trying to gut him while I flicked his erect nips, and parted his bloated belly. “Okay boy, you can squat down and grunt it all out now…” “Right…here?’ “We’re in a shower. Right there’s the drai….” But gravity won out over his modesty, and down he went with his face back in my crotch, and the ******* of his foul waste splashed the tile and washef around our feet.” “That’s it… fart it out for Daddy…Those are the muscles you need to know how to use….Now, clamp down.” The kid looked up through glassy black pupils in awe and disbelief, at all the strange sensations rushing around his body, the bloating, the release, and the stink…, it was all way beyond what the kid had expected… and this was only lesson one. With the second bag, I told him a little about myself, and how “20 years ago, my wife took off with my three year old son, after she decided my family’s traditional way of naturally and painlessly retracting his foreskin was disgusting and obscene. Two years later, she wrote to tell me that she’d had him circumcised, as if by sexually mutilating him, she was getting even with me. Then after another 14 years, without a card or graduation announcement, I got photocopy of his obituary in the mail.” By bag 3, the cold water rinse, I had started taking his hand in mine, showing him how to check on his progress, inserting our wet fingers into his inviting colon. “First you check that it looks clean, and then once it does, you need to see if the juice smells clean, and finally, to want to check that your juice tastes clean. You don’t want to serve up a shitty hole, unless that’s what someone’s askin’ for.” Bag 4 would make a nice treat, and the perfect seg-way to my bedroom. “Here Son, stand up and piss in this bag”, he’d peed out most of the sports-drink I’d been filling him up with, while he was bearing down to empty his bowels. Still, he had a couple of cups of urine in him that he managed to squeeze trough his rock hard dick. I made sure to praise his ability to piss while erect, before saying, “Now hold that bag open of Daddy….” Our warm stinking piss mingled together in the enema bag, before I bent him over and slipped the nozzle into his most hole, so that our liquids could continue mixing in his guts. “This is the best way to rinse out when you’re camping…” I explained to him like a good Dad should…”though this is not my favorite method for delivery…”. Retrieving his butt plug from where it has slopped by the drain, I inserted it temporarily, to insure that our combined waste could wash away some of his mucus membrane in his intestinal lining, so my juices and our juices could begin the process of passing from his walls into his blood stream. Cupping the base of the butt-plug I began to roll it around in my palm, massaging his sensitized interior. “Do you like the way Daddy’s piss feels up inside you Son?” “Yesssss Papa… it feels sooooo good” We kissed, wet and naked in the shower, until I could taste my own waste on his breath, and the smell my stink leaking out of his pores. “Okay Son, your time has almost come, “ I grunted “With each lesson, they will be a test. Are you ready for your first exam? “YES Papa!” Pushing my wet beard into his little ear, I slurred, “Now I’m gonna ask you to do something in a minute or two. Your rational mind is going to shriek back in fear and say that’s dirty…. That’s Dis-Gust-ing…,that’s Dangerous, OR your carnal mind is going to say….’More1” If your rational mind tells you to freak out, then I promise you, we will stop right here, no harm, no foul… but if your carnal mind takes over… well, then know that I’m going to brand my name into your gut. Deal? “Deal” “Now I need you to clamp down as I pull the plug out slowly. I don’t want you to loose a drop. You got that kid?” And with that, I spun him around, got down behind him, and began to remove one of the three barriers separating my flesh from his. Like a champ, he didn’t miss more than a drop or two, which I quickly caught with my tongue as I moved it in to replace the plug, while stashing the kid’s warm wet toy in my own kunt, for safe keeping. His tender, pressurized sphincter was no match for his Pa’s big Tasting Dragon, and up into his colon I went, like mouthing a water balloon until its ready to explode. Is there any paradox sweeter than the piss filled virgin? “Okay Boy…. Fart for Daddy” No remorse, no fear, no hesitation! The combined force of his piss, my piss, the last of his douche water and protective mucus lining galloped down my gullet and out the through my nose, until I had to gargle out “Clamp it!” And he did. His legs and clenching butt-cheeks trembled with excitement. “Ready to go again?” I asked, and I like a natural born son of mine he said… “I was born READY, Pa!” My laughter was quenched by another wave of his gut wash, and this time, instead of swallowing it all down, I held on to a mouth full, and let the rest of our potent mixture spill out over my beard and chin, on to my belly and down into my crotch, where it washed over my enraged Spitting Serpent as it stood ready to strike. Spinning the boy around on the slimy surface, I faced him again with nothing but pride and raw lust in my eyes. Pulling his sweet virgin lips to mine, I spit our combined sewage over his newly discovered tongue, and he swallowed it…Fluid exchange, simple and puur, out of his butt and back down his throat again, along with large portion of my spit and love. Picking him up, I carried his wet dripping body into my bed room before throwing him down on the leather bed cover. Still dripping with his filth, I flipped him on his back and examined my new wiggling fuck-toy’s glistening little twat. Spread eagle with ankles pointed to heaven, his innocent pucker taunted me, whispering something that I just wasn’t close enough to hear. Kneeling before his sweet sacrifice, I kiss his wet hole, tasting our joined essence, as I used my fingers and tongue to dig around in his vulnerable yet so inviting insides. A purist would have given him a good brushing then and there, but I wanted to savor the integrity of his unmarred flesh, for a little while longer. But my drooling dick wouldn’t wait… Standing, and spitting, I hit the bull’s eye, and began sloshing my dick piss-slit in the puddles of spit, ass juice and precum forming and foaming over his back gate. With only the slightest of pressure on his lips, I pressed my venom dripping corona into the tender anus, as I smiled, and snarled, and grunted. Yet once inside the virgin kunt, my cock head slammed tight in a sudden trap. Whether the kid hurt, or if he was startled, I don’t know. All I know is the intense contraction caused my cock to erupt, spontaneously spilling my first sinister load in to his newly discovered guts. His eyes opened wide and fixed on mine as I press my spasming dick head a inch and a half in deeper inside him. My cock-snot now replaced all that natural lubricant that our combined piss had washed away. I slid into my boy following a pure undiluted trail of tainted daddy milk. Only for a second did I wonder if my own father had enjoyed it this much. Had there been this kind of build up…this mind twisting anticipation before he popped my cherry, or was it really a drunken accident, a happy collision as it were? My newly bred boy moaned and brought me back to the present. “Thank you..Daddy….” And in reply, I sank another two inches in, answered in kind by a sudden gasp from my special kunt-boi…. Daddy’s little spermbank…. An inch latter, and it looked like I had bottomed out. One fuck-door at a time, I told myself, taking a moment to let my nuts reload, and giving me the opportunity to massage my infections romance in to the first part of his ass. Had I not shot right away, I might have been tempted to rape him like a bull moose would, and plow my dagger-dick in deadly and deep, but with the pressure off my prostate, I could enjoy his insides and the way his freshly ripoened rectum suckled and nursed on my nasty milky dick. For a good five minutes, I rooted around just inside the door, white washing his walls and warming his cum channel up for the real ride. Rocking him back and forth against my lap, I told him how proud I was of him, and what a hot hungry fuck hole he had, and how happy all our buddies were going to be when they got to feel what I’m feeling. And then I asked him, “Are you ready to get fucked?” He paused as if it was another trick question”……please?” “When I tell you, I want you to bare down like you’re farting, just like we practiced after school.’ With the gentlest little grunt, his bowels opened and welcomed his father deep in his uncharted depths. The perfect place to plant my flag. “Are you Daddy’s little cum whore?” my seething dong demanded I ask. “Please Papa, I wanna be your cum whore…: “So you’re gonna let your Father pimp out your tight, needy hot-box to all those rank and ugly deviants who want to pay you with clotted jizz deposits?’ “Please” “Oh have I got a special party planned for you. There are some sick, evil fuckers who want to terrible things to your insides while I watch.” What father doesn’t long to see his offspring filled with dick at both ends and bloated with a gallon of anonymous nutt-sludge? “And if you get older…. if you start making Boys of your own…Do you promise to share your sons with your daddy?’ “I do, Dad….’ “And what do you want boy? “Dick, Sir, I want more dick. I want your sick sauce, your death goo deep in me….I want to be your carrier, your courier…. I want to have your babies….” That did it. My first load had been mostly high charged seminal fluid, but this batch was a ball buster that made my urethra twist and shout. Like thick wads of salty spent chewing gum, I coated his lower intestines with my goopy lethal jisim, and then pounded it in, nailing the hard chunks into place with my hammer-slammer. Wad after wad of tainted dick juice seared inside his ravenous teeny-twat. Did his legs break, or his pelvis crush from the force? I remember a little screaming and then the wonderful warmth of my demon seed escaping from my bloated balls, rushing in and splashing over my boy’s freshly divided soul. Using every vein and hair on my slime slicked shaft, I rubbed my sleazy sludge into his welcoming wound. My son’s genes would live again inside this surrogate’s needy kunt. This boy was now tagged and mangled by my paternal DNA. The little fuck hole was mine until the day he died. A few minutes later, I instructed him how to use his mouth to clean me up, removing the junk stopper from my own fetid asshole and pushed it back in to his newly seeded playground. As his tongue dug in my public hair, savoring the last few drops of his lost youth, I grabbed the empty beer stein from the bed-stand beside me and told him to hold Papas’ pork hose. We rested for a few minutes, sharing the bubbly mug of full of my warm piss and discharge. He said it tasted a lot better than ass-piss, and I encouraged him to enjoy the fresh taste. He would soon learn to love the taste of everything that comes out of his father’s body. In anticipating that this whole scene just might work out, I had been active on my favorite sites the week before. The park would be filled with Bears and Wolves, and my little boy wasn’t coming back to his party until there was semen leaking out his nose. Now that my sperm swam wildly around in side him, and his tummy was filled with his papa’s yummy pee-pee, he was my Son, marked inside and out, and it was time to get his freshly broken butt well and thoroughly knocked up. Let the insemination begin! Part Three: Timmy’s 18 Load Birthday Breeding In Sex with Enhancements Fiction Part Four: CherryPop: The Father, The Son and the Holey Whore In Str8/ Bi-sex Fiction

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He’d been 18 for just over a month and a half, and here he was, curled up in my bed, sweating and shivering, “shaking like a dog shitting razor blades” as my grandfather used to say. Damn if he didn’t look cute. His nose was so stuffed up, he couldn’t even taste my sour piss in the chicken soup I ladled into his waiting mouth. Lifting the sweat soaked sheets as he drifted in and out of consciousness, I was pleased to see the dirty, used butt plug I’d given him for his birthday was lodged in his convulsing guts. His magnificent blond baby-maker lay shriveled and soggy against thigh, sticking to the perspiration as the transformation worked its magic in his testicles and thoroughly marinated prostate. Dropping my filthy jeans and boxers to the ground, I lifted is head and sat my stinking ass down on his warm pillow, before pressing my lethal cock head to his sweet little lips. We would need to milk that big dick of his a few times during this process, just to make sure the last of his immature ejaculate was released from his system forever, but that could wait. With a nice loud fart, muffled a little by the down feathers blocking my hole, I let my new Son nurse on his big Daddy’s dripping cock, as its poisonous nutrients snaked their way into his tummy. My fat corona swelled with pride as my pregnant son instinctively suckled my death stick. There’s an old joke that goes something like: “What’s the difference between a Chicken and a Urinal? A Urinal won’t follow you around for three months after you use it! None the less, the sick little kunt had earned my respect. He replied to an on line ad, “Sick and Twisted Father seeks Long Lost Son to Use, Abuse and Educate”. He said he LOVED my picture and he really, really liked my profile… what he understood of it, he admitted. His profile didn’t feature a picture, and the description was brief. "Male, 18 years old, 6 feet, 180 lbs, 8 in, UC,, seeking a hot older male to show me the ropes and make me a man." There were red flags right from the beginning. When we spoke on the phone the first time at around 4pm, he said I couldn’t call him, because he wouldn’t be getting a cell-phone until his birthday, next month. He couldn’t talk at night because he had a…. housemate. When I asked what he was ‘ in to’, he said “everything”. “Everything?” I inquired, “Seriously?” “Anything you want to do to me,” was his oh so innocent reply. “What’s your favorite kind of porn?" “Magazines…. Or whatever’s free online…” he explained that he didn’t have a credit card yet, so he wasn’t very familiar with subscription sites. I asked him when he wanted to meet, but before we could set a date, he said that “his mo….roommate” was home and he had to go. He called the next day. 4 o’clock on the dot. I had lots of questions. He mentioned ‘school’, but not which collage or university he went to. He said he really liked this one popular mainstream fetish site- some ancient porn company’s attempt to breach the kink market without breaking any of ‘the rules’. I laughed. “When I watch men fucking, I want to see real men, really fucking. All these pretty shaved little twinks, trying to impregnate plastic bags bores me to tears. Straight porn is better then gay hefty-sack porn” Before recommending my favorite hard core breeding, fisting and piss site, I explained to him how to delete his “History” on the computer he was using, and at 3 minutes to 5… he suddenly had to go again. Saturday and Sunday were silent, but come Monday, one minute after 4, he called. He LOVED the website! He was amazed that guys drank piss and swallowed it and that you could fit another man's forearm in your ass without dying. He said he’d even tried drinking his own piss and he LOVED it… He said he came the second he swallowed. He wished he had a credit card so he could buy one of the dvds on line. I asked him if he’d ever had a “daddy” before, and he explained that his own father left, or was thrown out by his mother, when he was 5 or 6. Other than a hidden photograph, he didn’t remember anything about his old man, but his mother said he was “a sick and disgusting pervert.” Laughing, I explained that I too, was a sick and disgusting pervert and I wanted to sign my name inside his ass. We talked every weekday, and there was always some reason why we couldn’t meet. He had school at that time, or his mo…housemate would be home…or …he had chores. Finally I asked if he wanted to come spend his birthday weekend at my place. He asked how I knew it was going to be his birthday, and I reminded him what he said about getting a cell-phone. “19’s awfully old for your first phone,” I added “19?” He asked. I didn’t push it any further. Instead I suggested we meet, before he decided. Just so he could be sure that I wasn’t a cannibal, and he agreed. We met in the toilet of a near by park, where he stood anxiously at the trough as instructed, dick hanging out, desperately waiting for trouble to find him. Lucky for him, I stepped in. Popping open my jeans , I released my cock and balls, giving them a good scratch and tug, before letting loose with my toxic yellow stream. Just little spurts at first, since I wanted the show to last. Hanging limp, his skinny dick had been impressive, but in a matter of seconds it was pointing as far up in the air a gravity would allow, I was impressed. Dropping two fingers into my urine stream, I wetted them thoroughly before bringing them up to his closed lips. He hesitated, but when I said in a stern voice, “Open wide for Daddy,” he did. My rank, piss soaked digits pushed down on his tongue for less than a four seconds, before his bloated and backed-up nuts sent jizz s jumping from his tight phimosis , as it tried desperately to catch up to my dick waste, wandering it was way towards the gum and snot clotted drain. The unretractable foreskin, even on such a well worked dick spoke of his frustration and of the cruelest kind of neglect. Looking at his bliss soaked face, I could tell he was a very young 18. When he reached for my meat, I stepped back, and explained that I there would be plenty of time to teach him the rules for playing in public toilets, after I had made him my son, inside and out. Now there was no hesitation. He wanted to spend the weekend with me. He had figured out a way we could do it. Could I pick him up on Friday after noon between 4:00 and 4:30 ? He wouldn’t give me his home address, but told me the corner where he’d be waiting. Handing him a black plastic bag, I told this was a “Preview Present” that he’d need to use to get ready for his big day. Inside, where 2 dvds, my favorite RawFuck/Piss/Fist vid from the website he liked so much, and one from another company, about men who like to get gang banged and impregnated while they are blind folded. I also included a small, starter sized butt plug that had been up so many beginner butt-holes I’d lost count, and 5 swollen and bloated scumbags, filled with cum,- three I’d made myself for him, each contain four loads apiece, plus two full ones I’d found in the bushes on my way to meet him. I explained that when we talked next week, I would tell him what to do with them. “Have you ever been fucked before, Son?”He paused and then shyly admitted, “No.” “Call me Papa….” I instructed. “No, Papa, I’ve never been fucked before,” he confessed, as the last of his thick white pearls clung to his long pointing shaft and tight little balls. Looking at his monster meat there, knowing that it was still growing, made me grin. If this worked out, he would have no problem passing along my DNA for the rest of his life. End Part ONE ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cumming Soon: Part Two: Timmy’s 18 Load Birthday: Instruction, Insemination, and Implantation In Chem Sex Fiction Part Three: CherryPop: The Father, The Son and the Holey Whore In Str8/ Bi-sex Fiction

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You can bet that yummy fuzzy ass of yours, I'll be there! I've been chatting with a tight little stud from another site who wants to be bound, blindfolded and banged hard. If it look like he's the real deal, I'll drop you a line.

Hey, I was curious about empty my folder (147 deleted items in there), but I'd like to save the contacts in my inbox. If I empty the folder, will it clean out the inbox as well? Woof!

Human sexuality is far more complex than "Gay" and "Str8". Unfortunately, in the US we are desperate to divide everything into red/blue, black/white, us/them, coke/pepsi. One of the Best things about fucking around with men is the ease with which we can trade ejactulate without the need to trade numbers or spend the night, or any of the commitments or emotionals bagage that comes with sleeping with women. There is nothing wrong with having an emotional relationship with a woman, while you are getting that sweet ass of yours rammed sensless, as long as your are either honest with her, or wearing a rubber. Because if you are looking for "honest, clean guys", you might wake up with a nasty surprise brewing in your bowels. You might not have noticed it from the posts here, but men are pigs. When he says "I tested NEG last week", that's just his C L E A N way of saying "You're gonna end up testing POZ next week."

I would spray-paint my name all over his white-washed insides, and then let him worry about his own tat after he gets over the flu.

Men's relationships should keep Male sexuality in mind. In America, Gay sexuality in only acceptable these days, if it is modeled on what heterosexual women want ( a long term, monotonous relationship with a husband... and kids.) If he "loves" you, he should love your inner-slut too.

Someone in A'dam once told me once that Stealth Breeders collected them, but that never seemed very "stealthy" to me. An informal survey of 7 dudes at my gym suggests that Scorpion tattoos 6 out of 7 times find themselves on scorpios.

I knew a couple in Seattle who bought "breeding stock" at the local Seed N Fed and used the horse cum for fist fucking. I don't want my horse cum served in a Bar. I want it leaking out of my cowboy's ass!

Brilliant!

I was 12. My bf was 28.

What's the point of playing with someone else, if you can't feel anything other than grip ? Personally, I have passed on a lot of HOT guys who say "glove only". I'm not going to put anyone else at risk, but I'm not going to waste my time fucking someone who biggest concern is what I wear.

Some lubed condoms also contain Non-ox 9, a spermicide, which is very close to putting bleach up your ass. But before you ditch the glove, be warned: Barebacking is so addictive because it feels so damn good!

When I'm in Mexico, I always try to get my hands on some Donkey ejaculate. After a little rimming, I like to slip a frozen "lube cube" into my subject's chute. Some guys get off on knowing what is up inside them, but with other guys, I prefer telling them after I've mixed a wad or two of my own goop up in their cunt. One dude immediately squatted and tried to push it out. I got so hot after making him lick up the mess, that I needed to fuck him again. My next goal is to fist (and felch) a guy that is already full of horse jizz.

I used to party with a guy who like to get fucked with alabaster eggs up his ass. He said he loved the feeling of the cool smooth stones massaging the loads he’d taken into his colon and rectal walls. We stuffed 6 in him, and after I added three different loads over the course of two hours, he fell asleep. In the morning, he was so into cleaning the warm slime and goo off them as he farted them out, that he busted his nut before he could finish grunting out the rest. One leapt out while he was on a city bus 8 hours later, and the other popped out with such force that it cracked the toilet at a gas station. Beware of anything with batteries in your butt- it can take on a life of its own.

Gummi Worms with Neosporin make great edible dick sounds!

Great story!