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It was a pleasant 4th of July, the temps had finally diminished to a almost comfortable level, dropping from the low 100’s to the low 90’s. I had dinner with the family and easy conversation while watching a few movies, and returned home to find frightened kitten cowering in the hall, the furthest from any window where the fireworks could be heard booming outside. Calmed cat down, I cuddled with my fiancé, and soon it was almost 11:00 PM and we were both drifting off to sleep, but I decided to check my phone and, as an after thought, hit the Grindr icon, as I hadn't checked in all day. Almost immediately saw I had two messages. The first had been sent at 10:30 that morning. I kicked myself as the message said “Feeling piggy. Hosting all day.” The message had been sent by a hot 28 year old. I replied explaining I had just seen the message and was sorry I couldn’t participate in his piggy fun since I was already in bed. The second message was from a guy 'Bottom Pig Boy', who said “White 25 thin college boy looking for regular guy for fun and $ome help with school.” “Bottom Pig Boy,” I replied, “I only fuck raw and I don’t pull out. Do you?” I waited a few minutes and was about to put phone down when he replied back with two pictures of his ass and a frontal of torso/cock. I spent the next half hour messaging back and forth and finally told the boy I was falling asleep and would text him in the morning if he was still looking. In the morning boyfriend indicated he was going out for bike ride and would be back in a few hours before it got too f’king hot, so I texted the pig boy that I was free to cum over and he shot me an address which was about three miles away. I arrived to a modest home, thinking he must not really need the money if he lived here. I knocked and he answered in a jock strap low slung basketball shorts and a tank top. His body looked great and might have been one of a 25 year old but he looked much younger, much more like a teenager, so I asked to see his identification. He sheepishly produced a driver's license which clarified that he had actually just turned 18. I frowned at seeing this and he admitted to having falsified his age, but he added "Would you have agreed to come over if you knew I was just 18?” I told him I might have if he had been honest with me to begin with and started to retreat. “Please Daddy stay, I’m sorry for deceiving you,” he begged and I let the little pig plead and beg me, while making it look like I was on my way towards the door. Finally he placed himself between me and the door and kissed me deeply. I had him. He was going to be mine. I pulled out a liability release I had drafted for just such cases, and he signed readily before dropping down to suckle my cock through my shorts, running his hands up my body and pinching my nipples, finally pulling out my hardening cock and deep throating me. I felt my cock hit the back of his mouth and placed a hand on his head. He had offered me a little bottle of water when I had arrived and I had consumed about half of it. At this point I finished it off, and, holding his head on my nearly ridged cock, I let the stream begin slowly at first but letting the pressure increase as he gulped down my piss. When I stopped the flow he stood up and shared the last drops with me in a passionate kiss. After a couple of minutes of making out, he told me of his predicament: the house belonged to his parents who were away for the weekend. He also explained he and his best friend had been going at it since his birthday a couple months back, but the BF was gone for the weekend, which left his totally horned up and, since his part time job paid minimum wage, basically broke. Finally, he was staring at large tuition payments that he would need to shoulder alone, as his parents' income made him ineligible for financial aid, but at the same time they had refused to help cover his bills when he had messed up in his first semester of college. Too much fucking around. We made out on the couch for a bit and he laid me back and rimmed my hole, getting me rock hard then he slid up my body and began kissing me, sinking his ass down my steel shaft, using only his spittle for lube. He was tight and it felt not quite cleaned out as good as he could be, so I told him I needed to finish pissing. Sure enough, when he slid off me, my cock covered with both his ass juices and spots of blood and brown speckles. This didn't phase him, however. He immediately dropped down and cleaned off my cock, then offering me his hand lead me upstairs to what I figured was the master suite and lead me into an enormous shower enclosure with a seat across one end. TBC
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I was bored and horny, and was just reading through some stories on Breeding Zone with the television on in the background for noise. I briefly remembered hearing that the multi-state lottery was at a large amount and was expected to make someone very rich. The thought played in the back of my mind but I sort of forgot about it as I stroked my boner to the images of the boys mentioned in the stories I was reading. I was mid-forties and in decent shape but life hadn’t been particularly good for me, I was recently unemployed again, having lost my full time job a couple years back, and been filling in with shitty part time retail jobs. I lived in a dingy apartment that had seen better days. It was a nice neighborhood when I moved in, but over the years the management companies changed, as did the nice neighbors, as they moved out in moved trash. I pretty much kept to myself, traveling out for hook-ups, occasionally going out to the clubs and bars, often just hanging around as the cover charge at the clubs was usually enough to keep me sober as, most of the time, I could only afford soda. I scanned A4A and BBRT then came across a hot ad for a cute 22 year old who was into just about everything on BBRT. I oinked him and waited, and waited then went back to cruising the ads, then back to BZ for some more hot stories. I was just about to shoot a hot load to a bug chasing story when my computer oinked in the background, indicating I had a message on BBRT. Checking my mail I found a message from him. H: Hey Daddy, thanks for the Oink, what’s up? M: Just browsing around looking at who’s on-line. H: Anyone catch your eye? M: You did. H: Thanks, I almost didn’t respond when I looked at your age, but your body got me rock hard. M: Then I guess I owe you a 'thanks'. Then BBRT advised me "This member has unlocked his pictures." H: Hope you are even more enticed with my unlocked photos. By the way I want you to know I’m not a hustler, but was wondering if you were generous. There was that question I always seemed to get from the younger crowd, wanting a free ride, a sugar daddy, a john to service. I almost ended the conversation until he continued saying: H: Daddy you still there? Daddy, I meant that I find you interesting enough that I wouldn’t mind if we became friends, not just a casual hook up. But I can’t support you. I’m still in college with two shitty retail/food service jobs, and given the distance it says we are from each other, I guess you’re in a similar boat. Our neighborhood is pretty much a slum. M: Oh so you think I live in a slum. H: That’s not what I meant, but this is certainly a lower income 'hood. Wouldn't you agree? M: Well, I guess you’re right about that. Want to meat up at S for coffee? H: Can’t do that tonight but would love to “meat up” in the morning. I checked out his unlocked picks, thinking 'Damn this kid is cute, and has a great body. I wonder if maybe he has an agenda.' M: Sure. Say about 8:00 or so. H: Sounds cool. My name is Jeremy, by the way. M: Awesome. See ya in the morning then, Jeremy. I relooked at his pictures and began wondering what I was in for, He was 6’1 about 150 pounds had blonde hair, blue eyes and a athletic looking body, looking at that sweet face and juicy cock and tight ass had me extremely hard and dripping pre-cum, but shit he was going to meet up with me in a little over 8 hours, I decided to save the cream for him if he wanted it, after all I could always jerk off to his pics after we met. I turned off the laptop and turned down the volume on my phone and went to sleep, filled with erotic dreams of Jeremy and what we could do together. The alarm went off on schedule and I was up and showered by 7, had thrown together my gym bag and tossed it into my car, going to the gym was one of those little things I struggled to get past in my current financial state, but I figured I was more hirable if I looked good and fit. Around quarter past I drove across the street to the supermarket and did some light shopping, on the way out I stopped off at the lottery machine and purchased a ticket for that night’s drawing. I arrived at the coffee shop shortly before 8 and ordered a white mocha and took a seat facing the door. Just shortly after 8 Jeremy walked in wearing black basketball shorts, a white wife beater, and an oversized hoody, zipped up about half way so that the tank top showed through revealing his muscular hairless chest, carrying a large backpack, his well-toned legs sprouted slightly darker fur, than was on his dirty blond head, he nodded in my direction then went to order himself a coffee. Upon finishing his order he came over and sat down next to me and extended his hand in greeting J: hey there, glad you could make it, I don’t remember if I caught your name on line last night or not M: oh sorry I don’t think I shared that, its Matt J: glad to make your acquaintance Matt His smile was electrifying and melted away any reservations I had about the boy. We chatted for almost an hour over our respective coffees discussing this and that and soon discovered that in spite of our 24 year age gap we had lots in common, and I soon grew very comfortable around Jeremy, almost like he was my son, As we each finished our drinks I asked him if he would like a ride home, having seen the sweat glistening on him when he had unzipped the hoody after sitting down I had concluded he had walked here, not to mention his musk was not only making me hard but he smelled great sitting so close. He accepted the offer and we headed out to my car, upon belting ourselves in I pulled out of the parking lot onto the street. I followed his directions as he led me back towards my apartment, having me pull into my drive and circle around the complex in the opposite direction I would normally take. We rounded the corner nearest his apartment and he turned to me J: you want to come in and hang for a while longer? M: sure J: you can park in any open uncovered space M: tell Ya what I’ll park in my space and walk back to your apartment J: you live here too? M: yeah and it seems not so far from you We both laughed as I parked the car, then walked to his place one building over. We entered his sparsely appointed apartment and were on top of each other as the door closed, his hoody hit the floor first as he lifted my tee shirt off. He began sucking on my quarter sized nipples shortly after we broke our kisses off, his hands found the buckle on my belt and soon I felt my jeans being lowered, having gone commando, freeing my trapped hard cock. I slid his shorts down and fondled his cock through the mesh of his jock strap his precum oozing through the fabric. We stood there groping each other and pressed against the door when Jeremy took my hand and led me to the couch where we began caressing each other anew, Jeremy not allowing me to free his cock from the Jock which was now soaked with his precum, his hard cock straining to be free J: please daddy I want to pleasure you, my release is secondary, please fuck me daddy make me your boy M: you want me to use you as my boy, breed you with my seed J: yes daddy I need you to breed me, make me yours I sank down and sucked the precum from his jock into my mouth then lifted his legs and slathered my spit and his precum on his hole, before rising to my knees and aiming my cock head towards his sphincter M: you sure you want this, there’s no going back J: yes fuck me, give me your daddy seed M: you sure you want my load blasted into your boy cunt? J: yeah daddy give me all you have to give I pushed into the unyielding pucker, but it would not open for me M: you ever been fucked before, son? J: no daddy you’ll be my first Oh my god he was a virgin and he was offering up his cherry to me, I changed my tactics a bit and began licking at his hole tongue fucking him to see if I could loosen him up. I could feel his pucker loosen some after about five minutes of probing with my tongue, I then inserted a finger and it slid in after a brief amount of resistance, I wiggled it around massaging his prostate from within. His tight ring began to yield and loosen enough to slide in a second finger, and after about five more minutes a third, I was now rubbing on that tender spot just inside of Jeremy’s sphincter his moaning beginning to fill the room, I removed my fingers from his hole and replaced it with the tip of my mushroom head, flowing with precum it quickly made the outside ring slippery and slick as I worked my head over his pucker. J: fuck me daddy, do it now M: here it cums son I pushed in as he bucked up to meet my thrust forcing the first few inches into his hole J: oh Fuck, oh Fuck, OH FUCK M: just relax and try to push out a little As he did I could feel his ring relax and I pushed another two inches up into his gut, I pulled out about an inch the slowly slipped the rest of my 7.5 inches into his rectum, he moaned as he felt my pubes on the back of his nuts tickling the taint as I ground my pelvis into his ass J: oh daddy I fill so full, now let me ride it M: mmmm so tight and pulsating around my cock As I rocked back and forth I could feel his ass muscles convulsing around my meat, like Jeremy was orgasming on my cock inside his hole I slid it out the thrust back in, the waves of muscle rippling against my organ increased and I began pumping it in and out of Jeremy faster and faster the walls massaging my cock on each pass, I soon realized I had made the boy have a anal orgasm as I continued fucking him M: I’m going to cum where you want it J: oh daddy breed my ass make me yours forever, give me your toxic seed, POZ my hole I had never discussed my status with the boy but his talk of me POZing his virgin hole just made me harder and after edging in his convulsing hole for about 15 minutes I blasted my cum deep into his bowels. I was still hard after I came so I continued to pump in and out of his flooded hole, I so enjoyed fucking a cum filled hole and then about 5 minutes later I felt the tingling in my balls again and felt the semen shooting from my cocklips again, blasting another load in his gut J: oh daddy we are now one, thanks for breeding me M: it was nice fucking you, you made me cum so hard I rolled off of the boy and we snuggled on the couch for a while before either of us could catch our breath enough to talk M: why’d you tell me to POZ your ass, we never discussed status? J: I just figured, since we meet on BBRT, you said ask me on your profile and you were willing to breed some dumb twink without even asking status or offering yours, you must be POZ M: All good assumptions but in my case wrong J: oh …, sorry hope I didn’t offend you I started laughing then pulled the boy into me and started making out with him, caressing his muscular body and getting him all excited again. M: so are you still negative? Being as you were virgin and all J: yeah I am, sorry about the POZ talk while we were fucking M: no problem, kind of got off on it actually We both began laughing together and resumed our exploration of each other’s bodies and mouths, soon he was sucking in my cock removing the ruminates from our lovemaking, his 8 inch slender cock rock hard, I couldn’t resist as I slicked it up and then climbed in his lap and impaled myself on his drooling member J: what are you doing? I’m all bottom M: you’re a top for now boy, now fuck your daddy I held my ass about three inches away from his crotch and he began thrusting upwards into my willing hole, every now and then I would raise and lower my ass a few inches to get him in me deeper, all the while I had my tongue buried in his mouth and we dueled for oral superiority, he suddenly pulled back J: oh fuck I’m going to cum M: oh yeah give me your toxic load fill me with your AIDS babies wreck my hole J: oh god I’m filling your hole with my POZ cum I ground my ass down into his groin getting as much of his twink cock buried in my ass as I could, I could fill the wetness seeping around his cock pulsing in my hole, I threw my head back and for the first time saw the photos on his bookcase besides the couch. I froze as one in the upper corner caught my eye, it was a man and a woman, the man was in a brown suit and the woman in a teal chiffon dress, it was so familiar, I blinked and went back to Jeremy kissing him passionately, now fearing the photo linked us in a way, that he was unaware of or maybe he was. Jeremy pushed me off and I got up we were both drenched in cum as I had shot again as he was cumming up inside me, blasting both our abs and almost to his neck, Jeremy grabbed my hand and led me to the shower where he tenderly washed me off then himself. J: Matt I have class in about an hour so I need to leave now, if I’m going to catch my bus M: I’ll drive you in if only to spend a little more time with you J: that’ll be great just let me get dressed and I’ll meet you out by your car. I gathered my clothes and hurriedly dressed while Jeremy got himself presentable in the bedroom, I looked at the photo again, not really believing my eyes. I exited Jeremy’s and hurried to my apartment I scrambled around and grabbed a couple dollars for gas then hurried out to the car where Jeremy was waiting for me. I unlocked the door and we both hopped in, about a mile down the road I began to ask the question that was nagging me M: the photo on your bookcase the one that looked like a professional prom photo, might I ask who they are, since it isn’t you J: oh that’s just a Photo of my mom and her boyfriend, she says it was taken when he won a portrait package in some raffle, I always suspected he was the one to knock her up with me, but she never wanted to talk about it but I always suspected. M: hmmm interesting story I dropped Jeremy off at the bus stop in front of his university then did some errands, . I had noticed a strand of dirty blond hair on the head rest in the car, about Jeremy’s color and length, I placed it in a zip lock back, I had a friend who did DNA testing to determine paternity thought this would maybe calm my nerves. it was after 2 when I got home Little did I know how much my life would change over the next 24 to 48 hours.
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This is my favourite kind of porn. A real daddy type. Shame I don't see it too often. I hate the kind of porn where a 'daddy' is like 30 something guy. To me a Daddy is 48 years and up http://tubelombia.com/pv/1/anon%20breed%20gay%20breed.html?d=3
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I found I liked getting fucked by men during my junior year of college. It all started innocently enough looking for men online who would fuck me (with a condom) until we were both pleased. Shortly after graduation I decided I needed to find a man that would take charge and use me like the pleasure toy he deserved to have. I found a prime candidate online who said he was a dom top looking for a hot boi to take pleasure in. After several days of chatting back and forth I decided I wanted him to have me. We agreed on a specific scene: I would be naked, blindfolded and pretending to be asleep in my room. The front door would be unlocked and he would just let himself in and begin. To this point we had not discussed limitations or the use of a condom, although based on my profile saying ‘safe sex only’ would be enough – as it turns out, I was in for a surprise. I heard him come in the door and into my room. The sound of a zipper being opened filled the room. He quickly put a hood over my head and secured it in place. Next I heard his clothes being taken off. Soon I had hands rubbing my ass and feeling me all over causing me to shiver. Soon I feel a sting on my right ass cheek as he is spanking me with a paddle. Now that was something we hadn’t discussed. I thought about telling him to stop but my cock was so hard from enjoying it that I let it continue. Soon he stopped the spanking and broke out a bottle of lube and slapped some on my ass. Now I was worried as we had not discussed protection and I couldn’t move my mouth enough to demand it. Before I knew it I felt his cock slamming deep into my ass. His mouth was next to my ear as he began to fuck. I heard him whisper, “You like that big, bare daddy cock boi?” That confirmed my suspicions – he was fucking me bare. I tried to push him out with my ass muscles but it wasn’t working. “You’re not getting me out until I load that fucking cunt up boi!” I moaned and thrashed in both pain and pleasure. Eventually it did start to feel good. This big, masculine man fucked me for over an hour. I finally felt his cock swell bigger than it had been before. He snapped at me and yelled, “Beg for my hot cum slut!” It was at this point my inhibitions began rolling back full force. To this point I had always been a safe-sex only bottom and now this man was trying to breed me. I started to beg for him to pull out but the cock in me felt so good the only thing that came out was “Please shoot that hot cum in me daddy! Mark me and breed me!” He threw his head back and moaned loud and I felt a hot flood rushing through my ass and filling me up. “Feel that spunk flooding that hole – you’re mine forever now boi!!” He laid there with his cock buried deep in me for a while. He removed the hood and pulled out of my sloppy hole. Then I got my first good look at him. He was a very hot man about 20 years older than me. I looked over his body and liked every inch of what I saw. As I scanned lower, I noticed a small tattoo on his right hip above his penis – a small red bio-hazard tattoo. I froze realizing what the tattoo meant. He speaks and says, “I see you noticed my mark – are you ok?” Up to this point I was a safe-sex bottom but in that moment I felt hotter than ever before. I pulled him down on the bed and kissed him full on the lips. His cock got hard all over again. I maneuvered it back into my hole and said, “How do you think I’m doing?” We’ve been together ever since as a hot couple having hot passionate sex every day for 8 years.
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This is the start of the true story of how I took my first bareback, if you like this part I’ll tell you rest, this is in the chem sex part as there are chems later, if continued. I was in my early 20’s, not bad looking, some said handsome, pretty cute, pretty good body, I’d moved up to London for work and for the first time could explore my sexuality proper for the first time, I soon found that I was attracted to older men, 20/30 years my senior, there was something about them that got me so hard and turned on. I was regularly frequenting a pub called the Kings Arms or KA in Poland Street in the west end, and I met a lot of big daddy bears that well made me pop my cork, and then I met him. His name was David, he oozed manliness, well built and tall I was in the KA having a drink after work when he walked in, I can still remember my first sight of him because he took my breath away, suited and booted, shaved head, a cocky grin on his face and a bulging crotch that belied its contents. Back then I was shy and I thought I was being discreet and circumspect stealing glimpses of him, now I realise that I must have been so obvious it’s painful. I saw him start chatting to another young lad; I just sighed picking up my beer and went outside for a cigarette. I was miles away daydreaming when I heard those first words “you got a light?” that brought back into reality I looked round to see the ice blue eyes staring intently at me, I nodded lighting his cigar, he smiled, a warm friendly smile “good boy, thanks” and then “so why did you not say hi earlier?”, feigning innocence I shock my head “I dunno what you mean?”, he threw his head back laughing “I saw you checking me out boy”…that word ‘boy’ made me feel heady and hard, I gulped, bit my lip, took a sip of my drink and blushed as red as its possible for a person to blush, he stepped close up to me “its okay lad, what’s your name?”, the heat from his body and his towering presence was intimidating and sexy at the same time, I shuffled my feet and looked up into his eyes “its Rob”, he grinned broadly “nice I like that name, I’m David”, I put my hand out to shake it “nice to meet you David”, he brushed my hand aside and leant in and kissed me right there on the street, I swear I almost dropped my drink and almost lost my load in my pants at the same time. I stood there as he pulled away from me, I was hot and sweaty, the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife and the electricity between us was at about 10,000 watts, I looked around me, no one was paying any attention to us, I looked back at him and he smiled again “So Robbie boy, do you like to play games?”, I must admit I was confused and croaked “games? Yes I love them, why?”, that smile again and a twinkling in his eye as he moved even closer to me, so close I could feel the heat from his body as he leaned in “good Robbie boy, I like games too, wanna play the 15 minute game with me?”, he kissed my cheek as I softly asked “what’s the 15 minute game?”, he chuckled pinching my nipple through my Fred Perry t-shirt “if you come with Daddy I’ll show you” and right then and there in the street I spunked my briefs
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Recently it seemed every patient has having a hernia repair. The men come out in scrotal support which is just a flimsy jock strap. As the latest guy woke up from the anesthesia he wanted to see the dressing so I pulled up his gown and showed him, making sure to run my hands around his abdomen and around his crotch asking if it was tender or hurt. Later he asked if I could remove the support because it was near his dressing and was bothering him. After removing it he laid back spread his legs and relaxed. I stepped away to get him something to drink and when I returned he had kicked off the covers his hands were under his gown slowly moving. I teased him saying "It looks like you have your hands full." He just grinned and continued jacking. Anesthesia and pain medication make people relax and do all kinds of things. As I leaned over to check his dressing, his free hand brushed over my cock. He did it a few times and then he saw I was not going to object, he took a firmer hold of my cock, which was still in my scrub pants, so I reached down, unzipped and pulled my cock out. We jacked each other for a minute or so, and then he slid down a bit, leaned over, and took my cock into his mouth. After a few minutes he looked up at me and whispered, “My boyfriend would love to get his hands on this!” I bent over and licked the head of his cock and sucked him all the way down. He relaxed his legs and my fingers searched out his hole. I slowly wet a finger and pushed it inside him. I found his prostate and worked it as I sucked him. Within a short amount of time he shot a nice load in my mouth. Later as he was getting ready for discharge, his boyfriend was helping him get dressed in the bathroom. I knocked, asking if they needed any help. Upon opening the door, I found my patient was sucking his boyfriend's cock. I smiled and they motioned me in. I stood behind the boyfriend and rubbed his ass while he reach back to massage my cock through my scrub pants. The patient looked at me and said "Fuck him." I got on my knees and rimmed his ass then stood up and sunk my cock into his boyfriend's hole. Knowing we did not have much time, I could only give him a quick, hard pump and dump, fucking my load into his ass. When I was finished he pulled off, turned around, and sucked my cock clean. I bent to kiss the patient who had a load of his boyfriend's cum in his mouth which he shared with me. The whole thing did not take long, but fuck was it hot. I have gotten together with them a few more times for longer sessions but none comes close to fucking at work.
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As a nurse recovering patients after surgery I have seen many things. As the only guy in the department I usually end up with the majority of the male patients. The anesthesia and pain medication can relax people to allow them to do things they would not normally do—they can always blame the meds if they even remember it at all. They come to me wearing just a hospital gown and I have to assess them. I pull the curtain around us and uncover them and pull the gown out of the way to assess any dressings. I feel around the abdomen and let my hands drift lower to brush their cocks. Recently cared for a guy in his late 80s after surgery and when I was looking him over his cock looked a bit off. Come to find out he had a penile implant placed several years earlier. He can pump it up with a hidden button and it fills his cock with saline. I asked how it worked and what it felt like. He was very willing to tell me all about it. While he was talking he said feel it so I grabbed his cock and squeezed it slowly. When it was time to discharge him home I helped him to the bathroom and he removed the gown and his dressing came loose. As he stood there I got down on my knees in front of him and fixed the dressing and he said let me show you how hard I can get. He inflated the device and his cock went from nice to rock hard. He encouraged me to feel how hard it got. I ran my hands over that big, hard, 80+ year old cock then leaned in a give it a lick. He moaned softly so I slid more of it in my mouth. I sucked his cock for several minutes and he said he didn’t cum anymore but he loved feeling my mouth on his cock. Most patients feel they have to pee after surgery and I will get a urinal for them which most find difficult to use. If I can I will help them stand at the bedside and help support them so they don’t fall. I tell them to hold on to me and I take their cock and place it in the urinal. Most feel like they need to pee but do not have to but want to try for several minutes. I will tell them to massage the area over their bladder and show them how by placing my hand above their cock and slowly rubbing and letting my fingers dip down to around the base of their cock. They may not end up peeing but the majority of them end up with a hard on. Most of them encourage me to continue rubbing them saying it feels good and they think it is helping. They get harder and I remove the urinal and slowly let my hand brush more of their cock. Jerking them slowly and hearing them moan. Had a guy who broke both arms and was back for multiple surgeries. When I was assessing him and looking at his various dressing I brushed his cock and it got hard right away. He told me he couldn’t jack off and was backed up. He would ask me to scratch his stomach or leg and I would pull back his gown and scratch where he wanted and his cock just stayed so hard. I kept brushing it and finally grasped it and gave it a stroke and he just sighed and said yes in one long breath. I continued stroking him and asked if this was what he really needed. He said just please don’t stop. I slow stroked him for several minutes. Eventually he told me he was going to shoot I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth and he shot days worth of backed up cum down my throat. He would request me to recover him after each of his many surgeries and I always helped him out. I have cared for my friends, family member, neighbors, their family members, city officials, doctors, coworkers, and strangers of all ages. Usually it is just work but sometimes it turns into more. Each day is a new adventure.
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Being at school in the 80’s was not all that much fun for me, I was a bit of a chubby shy kid and though I had some good mates I was no where near any part of the ‘cool kid’ group so I kept myself to myself especially even more so when I come to the realisation that I was gay. The realisation for me was when Mr Clarke the games teacher pulled off his top during games, his big burly hairy body almost made me cum in my jock! My school was one of those old massive mock gothic Victorian places, all red brick and big rooms filled with echoes but handy enough to find places to hide and have a sneaky ciggie, especially down in the basement boiler areas where the only company seemed to be the dark and the occasional spider. My home life was not a happy one if I am honest, my mum and dad always seemed to be arguing and my sister caused more than her fair share of causing those rows, so I used to stay behind after school studying in the library or attending various crappy clubs, though those did bore the shit out of me but they were a good excuse not to go home right away. Anyway most of the time I did not stay at those clubs, I preferred to go down in the basement to a well hidden place to smoke and read the gay mags I had found in public toilets, I’d never done anything with anyone else but those moments puffing away on a fag and wanking over the pics and stories in the gay mags seemed like heaven to me. I can remember the day exactly because it was four days after my 16th birthday, I’d stayed after school for the science club but had sneaked away down to the basement to have a ciggie and a wank over the latest porno mag I had found in a public toilet the day before. I was standing there in the half light totally distracted when I heard a laughing voice suddenly call out “Oi nipper smoking ain’t good for ya”, I dropped the magazine and froze mid stroke as I saw Millsy the big burly mixed race caretaker lounging up against the doorway, I gulped “I was just…..”, Millsy chucked as he walked towards me “I know what ya doing mate, your smoking and wanking over a mag” and then stooping down picking up the mag “well it looks like ya a little poof wanking ova a gay mag nipper and wot would Mr Howells say bout that?”, Mr Howells was the school headmaster who frankly scared the shit out of me, I croaked pleading “please don’t tell!” Surprisingly I was still hard as Millsy grabbed my cock in his rough calloused hand squeezing it hard making me jump and moan in shock but also pleasure as he raised his eyebrows “never had a man touch ya dick eh queer boy?”, I shook my head whispering “no” my mind racing as he let go of my dick and started to unbutton my school shirt and slipped it off my shoulders “bet you’ve never sucked a mans dick before either eh?”, I shook my head too scared to answer as he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees with no resistance from me, I was scared but also excited at the thought of kneeling and being naked except for my trousers and underwear bunched round my ankles in front of man who was easily old enough to be my grandfather. I stared up at Millsy as he slowly unzipped his overalls his overalls and pulled out a big fat brown cock, he held his cock with one hand and put the other on the back of my head gently pushing my head towards his cock, I guess instinct took over as I just took it in my hand guiding it into my opened mouth welcoming his pungent smelling cock into my inside wrapping my lips round it, Millsy sighed “that’s it, atta boy, you’re a fucking natural”, bolstered on by his encouraging words I sucked as much as I could which made me gag a little and drop his cock from my mouth “whoa slow down there kiddo, just do what’s comfortable plenty of time for it to go down your throat”, I took it back into my mouth and heeded his words, allowing my mouth to become accustomed to his size and girth as I lovingly sucked on his cock, Millsy was talking to me low and softly, telling me how good I was doing and advising me what to do and pinched my ears hard just once when my teeth caught on his cock. Millsy gently told me how to suck on him and relax my throat as he pushed more of his cock into my mouth, I gagged again at about two thirds of his cock and he held my head “relax nipper, breathe through your nose, just let it happen your doing so good!” I did my best to relax and then something happened as I felt my throat go spongy as the rest of his cock slipped into my throat and his felt his big bushy coarse wire like pubes rest up against my face, Millsy growled “fuck yeah baby boy, fucking good boy!”. The fact that I was on my knees with a grown mans cock now down my throat exhilarated me as he began to fuck my face telling me how to use my throat muscles to excite and massage his mancock. After a little time his breathing got heavier and he groaned “let it out of your throat boy and use your lips”, I felt him pull out of my throat and I went to work using my lips round his cock, using my tongue as best as I thought how to please his cock, I must have been doing it right as Millsy bellowed “its cumming boy, don’t you dare fucking swallow!!”. With my lips wrapped tightly round his cock I felt his cock spasm in my mouth and jets of thick ropey salty but sweet tasting cum filled my mouth almost to bursting point, in fact by the time he pulled his cock out of my mouth his spunk was dribbling out of the corners but I did not swallow, he grinned “show me the cum in your mouth nipper”, I opened my mouth to show him and he smirked “good boy, now fucking swallow it”, which I did and as he zipped his overalls back up I looked down and realised I’d cum myself and it was all over his work boots, Millsy followed my gaze down laughing “fucking lick em clean son”. As I got dressed Millsy took one of my cigarettes lighting it up “so I guess you have not been bum fucked yet too eh nipper?” I blushed and shook my head, he laughed “a virgin pussy boy eh?”, I blushed even more and croaked “yyeess Millsy”, he put my packet of cigarettes in his pocket smirking and winking at me as he turned and walked out “call me Daddy, and if I ever catch you down here again, say on Saturday when the school is closed I’ll fucking fuck your mouth and fuck your arse kiddo!!”. Even though he had gone I whispered to myself ‘Yes Daddy’ and then realised I’d cum again in my underwear soaking it.
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Part One Adam's throat was very dry and his stomach was fluttering like he’d never experienced before. He was standing in the park near an old, boarded-up lido, which was largely hidden by some over-grown bushes. The ‘e’ he’d taken earlier was kicking in and the words that he’d heard earlier on the phone that night reverberated round his brain: “If you go there tonight boy, every fantasy you ever had will be explored as you will be used in every way you ever imagined and more.” These were the words that had brought him there that night, as well as having caused his undersized boy cock was rock hard in his shorts. Even so, had you had saw Adam standing there on that dusky warm summer night, all you would have seen was any normal looking late teenage kid, slim fairly athletic body, sporting badly dyed spiked blonde hair, wearing board shorts and flip flops. And yeah, if you had been driving by you may have thought the kid looked suspicious, but then almost all teenage kids in south London these days seem suspicious, so most people ignore them, unless the kids are congregated in large groups. Adam downed the last of his extra strong cider, he’d drunk three already so that mixed with the ‘e’ was having him buzzing, he looked at the scrap of paper on last time even though he’d memorised everything on it before taking a deep breath before walking round to the side of the old Lido, the side that was hidden from the street. Just as he’d been told there was an old large gate and reaching through he found the combination padlock as described, his heart beating like a bass drum in his chest he undid the lock using the code he had written on the paper earlier, once inside he walked round remembering the directions he’d written down, though it was dusk now it was still light enough as he found his way easily and then there it stood before him, the door marked ‘employees only’ and gulping with nervousness he banged on the door three times. The door opened just enough for Adam to slip inside, with his legs feeling like jelly he took steps forward across the fresh hold, the heat that greeted him was stifling and he immediately started to sweat, the smells in there overwhelmed his senses, the air was thick with the heavy aroma of sweat, piss and cum. Adams eyes could not see much in the dark interior as the door closed behind with a loud menacing thud making him jump, as his eyes grew accustomed to the dim light he could see figures moving in the dark, his excitement was just as strong as the sense of fear and danger he could still feel in his foggy mind and because of that he suddenly became frozen to the spot. He sensed movement from all sides and then suddenly body heat behind him and he flinched as big strong hands ran down his back making him gasp out an ‘ohh” before the same hands reached round his body kneading his smooth athletic chest, pinching his nipples hard making him moan and lean back against the big hairy body using it as support whoever it was and he could feel the hot breath of the man against his neck as the hands playing with his body tweaked his nipples like some kind of virtuoso musician as the boy literally sung out in pleasure. Adam became aware of another set of hands running up his legs, gently smoothing and caressing his hairless young legs, in his chemmed mind it felt so dangerous and sexy to him knowing that two strange men were feeling his body and his breathing became heavier as he felt the man feeling his legs run his hands up over the legs of his board shorts pausing for a moment before the zip of his shorts was slowly pulled down before the button holding them was popped and they slid slowly down off his slim hips bunching at his ankles leaving him standing there in his bright blue bikini briefs, other hands came in from the sides and started roaming over his boy body and legs, he could not tell how many. Adam could only gasp as he felt his skimpy flimsy briefs being tugged at and pulled in all directions until he could feel and hear the material tear as his last bit of protection was removed, this action making him loose his footing a bit but the big man holding him kept him upright as his legs stumbled about. A moment seemed to pass and then a mouth engulfed his 5” rock hard teen boy cock as another mouth latched onto his nipple and he loudly groaned loudly as a thick finger roamed between his little round arse cheeks, finding his tight barely legal smooth barely virgin boy hole and pushed in deeply. He swooned as poppers were held under his nose, forcing him to inhale them deeply yet another chemical rush hit his scrambled brain, he felt the man holding him bite hard and then lick his neck in a purely animalistic way, he felt like his entire weight was being supported by the men as every inch of his young nubile body was being explored. The finger was pulled from his hole and he heard a deep gruff voice grunt “fresh meat is good and tight” before the finger was pushed back up him deeply again, Adam felt a deep burning in his arse as the thick finger fucked him with swift deep movements and he cried out in shock and pain but the man holding him up whispered gruffly and deeply in his ear “Don’t worry about it son, let it all go boy, just go with it you’ll feel good very soon and do as daddy says and everything you ever wanted and more will be given to you”, Even in his foggy state he recognised the voice of the man who had told him to go there that night. Adam felt the burning continue in his hole for a little while as the men’s hands and mouths just carried on roaming over and enjoying his body as he squirmed as the burning in his arse continued but soon developed into a overwhelming pleasure, and a need, a need to be fucked badly overtook him and he heard a little voice that seemed to come from somewhere a million miles away even though he knew it was his own cry out in sheer desperation “fuck me daddy, oh please fuck me”
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A thick glob of cum dripped from my ass as my best friend’s dad pulled his cock from my gaping hole. I stared up at older man with lust in my eyes, “Please fuck me again,” I begged. My hole twitched, aching to have his thick cock back inside. “Not right now kid, don’t worry you’ll get plenty more loads.” When I had climbed the tree from my yard to my best friend’s yard this afternoon I could never have guessed that my day would end naked and on my back with his father’s load dripping from me. I had just gotten back into town from university for Spring Break around lunch and after about an hour of sitting in my parent’s house alone I had decided to see if my best friend from high school Tom was home. Tom and I had been friends sense before cell phones were popular and even after we both had phones we never bothered to call each other; instead we continued to climb over the fence that separated out back yards and then climb up to each other’s bedroom windows. Today however when I dropped down into Tom’s back yard I was met with quite a surprise. There in the middle of the back yard by their pool was Tom’s dad completely naked laying on a lawn chair. For a long moment I just stood there not sure of what to do. Then Mr. Pegliasco stood up, and before I could climb back over the fence he said, “like what you see Max?” I froze. I hadn’t really seen much, just a broad powerful chest, thick dark hair, and strong muscular arms and legs. Slowly I turned around. There he stood, the father of my best friend, completely naked his broad hair covered chest, narrow waist, powerful legs and his shockingly thick cock and massive balls exposed to the world. I couldn’t help but stair at his thick soft cock. It hung well past his big round balls, bursting out of a thicket of course black hair. I nodded in answer to his question. “A lot of boys do.” I swallowed hard, my mouth had started watering looking at his cock. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to feel his cock head pushing down my throat. I wanted to taste his sweaty balls. I wanted to feel his pubes against my nose as I deepthroated his cock. My own cock began to harden in my shorts. “And I can see that you do,” said Mr. Pegliasco nodding towards my quickly tenting shorts. What the hell was going on here, Tom’s parents were still together, Mr. Pegliasco was straight and yet he was telling me that boys liked his cock. “You want this cock in your mouth don’t you?” I swallowed hard and then nodded again. “Then come get it.” Not knowing why, or understanding what was happening I practically ran to Mr. Pegliasco and fell to my knees in front of him. “If I had known you were this eager for cock I would have gotten you on your knees years ago. Now start sucking.” Eagerly I kissed up and down the length of his shaft, then taking his steadily stiffening cock in my hands I swallowed the head and a few inches of the shaft. Over the next few minutes I bobbed my head back and forth taking more and more of his ever hardening cock in my mouth each time till at last I swallowed deep and felt the head pass my tonsils and slide down my throat. Mr. Pegliasco moaned as I swallowed his cock and put one of his hands on the back of my head lightly holding me in place. “God, I love my wife but there are a few things in this world that she cannot replicate. The velvety feeling of an eager 19-year-old boy’s mouth or the warmth of his tight hole.” His other hand ran down my back now till he brushed against my ass. I squirmed a little, my cock pressing against my shorts. “Take off your clothes boy, I wanna see that football star body of yours.” In high school I had been the starting quarter back for our school’s undefeated team. I pulled off of his cock and practically tore my tank top off and then, standing up, shucked my shorts and briefs and stood before Mr. Pegliasco now as naked as he was my cock sticking straight out. For a long moment he took in my pale muscular body, my practically hairless torso, my thick seven-inch cock, my hairy legs. “Turn around, let me see that ass.” I did as I was told and turned around, and then for some reason, bent forward and reached back to spread my furry cheeks. Mr. Pegliasco moaned again running his finger through the thick mat of blonde hair that grew in my crack till his finger brushed against my tight hole. “I’m gonna enjoy fucking that.” He took me by the shoulder, spun me around and pushed me to the ground and pressed his fat cock back into my mouth.
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Making the boy- part 1 I sat on the park bench a ways away from the restroom enjoying my cigar while I watched guys come and go. You know, the usual groups and trolls and horny men that just needed to dump a load or take few. The weather was warm so I unbuttoned my shirt and let the breeze carry my scent up to nostrils…hmmm it was strong today… a cute blonde boy jumped outta his car and headed over to the john, he glanced around, hesitated and then headed in. Cute, but not what I was looking for. I glanced down at my watch, 3:30pm. He was late. Ten minutes later he came riding up on his bike. His white tee was drenched in sweat and clung to his dark skin. He tossed his bike down and headed in without any hesitation and I watched as the sheer fabric of his basketball shorts caressed his round black ass disappearing into the john. This kid knew what he wanted, I liked that. I gave him a few minutes to get into his regular routine. As usual, by the time I got there, he was on his knees with some white guy fucking his face. The trick gave me that nervous glance until he realized we were all on the same team and went back to pounding the kid’s face with his 7”cock. I leaned against the wall and enjoyed my cigar while little cocksuckin nigger worked his magic. The kid had skills, he reached into the trick’s khaki pants and played with his balls while deepthroatin the guy. In no time the guy was moaning and pulled the kid’s head off his cock to shoot a nice thick rope of cum across the boy’s face before the kid could dive back on the cock and suck the guy dry. The kid pulled off with a big smile on his face and cum splatter on his dark visage made me smile. It was then that the kid noticed me and his eyes lit up. He was about to get off his knees and come over to me when I shook my head no and gestured to the two other men at the urinals who had been stroking and waiting for their turn in his pretty mouth. He looked at the tatted Latin guy and older white guy in the business suit then back at me quizzically. “Get on’m boy, “ was all I said and he smiled before quickly swallowing the uncut Latin stud, who grabbed the lil nigger’s head and fucked his face brutally while unleashing a string vulgarity in Spanish. The suit kept stroking and reached down to rub that round black ass, his finger would reach into the boy’s shorts to tease his hole to which the boy would pull off the cock he was sucking just long enough to shake his head at the suit while removing the guy’s probing hand. This was the kid's M.O. I had watched him off and on for a month now. He was a talented cocksucker but his ass was off-limits. He showed up most days at 3:15, sucked down a few loads usually from older white guys, brushed off advances made toward his beautiful black ass and then he was gone. The Latin guy lunged and held the kid tight, obviously unloading in the kid’s throat. When he let the boy off he gasped and the guy’s load shot out of his throat makin' a mess on the guy’s crotch. “Well that won’t do!” I mumbled as my boots echoed on the tile floor as I crossed to the men, pushing the boy’s face into the man’s crotch and commanded the boy, “LICK IT UP!” The boy took the command well and had the Latin cleaned up in seconds. As the Latin guy made his exit I wrenched the boy’s head around and impaled it on the suit’s cock. With gloved hands I pushed the boy’s mouth onto the suit’s cock and fucked the boy’s face on his cock. I reached down and caressed his sweet young nigger hole and he tried to pull off the cock and brush my hand away. I pushed his face HARD into the suit’s crotch and smacked his amble ass hard, barking, “No one said you could touch me boy!” My finger went back to his hole. I could feel him tense up but he didn’t try to push me away. I teased his sweet hole. I shoved my gloved finger in alongside the suit’s cock and told the boy to get it wet. He sucked hungrily at the leather clad finger next to the cock. I rubbed the slick finger over his hole before abruptly shoving it in knuckle deep. The kid tried to scream but the suit was balls deep and the kid’s struggle pushed him over the edge. He pulled out and shot a huge load all over the kid's face. The kid hardly seemed to notice as his eyes were locked on mine as I grinned at him my finger still buried need in his virgin hole. The suit quickly buttoned up and left as I pulled my finger slowly from the boy’s hole and put it to his lips. He sucked it clean, finally letting it fall from his full lips with a, “Thank you, Mister.” Looking down at him there, cum drippin off his face, I knew I’d made the right choice. I pulled him off his knees, turned him around to face the urinals. I pushed him forward so he was bent at the waist and his head was shoved in the urinal. I quickly pulled his shorts down and dove head first into his ass ( I love eating what I fuck!). He started to protest, “Hey Mister, I don’t get fucked!” “Smack!” I smacked his exposed ass. “You do today nigger boy!” He started to seriously struggle so I grabbed his hands behind him and cuffed him. I was twice his size and I didn’t really want to work too hard at it there in the restroom. He started to beg. “Please Mister!” I smacked his ass HARD 5 times on each cheek then turned him around to look at me. Tears ran down his face as I blew smoke in his face. I pulled out my now fully hard 8”cock with it’s 0 gauge PA and the boy started to shake. “Listen niggerboy, you’re about to get fucked, and it’s gonna hurt. If you fight me, it’s gonna hurt bad! Makes no difference to me…in fact I like hurtin boys.” He sobbed as I turned him back around and pushed his head back in the urinal. His body shook as I tongue fucked his tight niggercunt. MMMM it was musky and his sobs egged me on. Reaching around I grabbed his crotch to find his young boy cock hard as could be. I reached into my pocket and brought out some poppers. Putting them to his nose I said, “Breathe deep…it’ll help!” He did, in both nostrils, I felt some of the tension leave his body…good I thought, “He take direction well.” I poised my fat ringed cockhead at his hole and pushed. Fucking tight virgin hole! I smacked his ass a couple of times and told him to push out. As he did my cockhead popped in and he screamed. My gloved hand covered his mouth, “Suck my fingers bitch!” I continued pushing till I was balls deep. There would be nothing gentle about this fuck. For the next 20 minutes I pounded his virgin hole until there was no resistance left. I’d pull all the way out periodically to make sure my PA had done it’s job. The blood on my cock fueled the beast in me as I prepared to make this boy mine. I slammed home hard as I felt my balls unload their venom deep in his no longer virgin hole. “Feel my poz load making you mine boy?” I grunted as I ground my slowly deflating cock in his abused hole. The last of his neg load I had fucked outta him dribbled from his boy cock and he whimpered and collapsed back into me. When I shoved the butt plug up his torn hole he cried out and crumpled on the floor. As I stared down at him he looked almost perfect… The piss that shot from my cock felt amazing and when it hit his face I ordered him to open his mouth which he did obediently. By the time I drained my bladder he had drank about half of it and was drenched in the rest. There, now he was perfect. I reached down and snapped my collar around his neck…”Get up nigger boy!” With a dazed look in his eyes he tried to focus and understand what I was telling him. I pulled on the leash and he looked around desperate for his shorts which I had thrown in my bag…”Mister , I need my shorts!” Pulled the leash hard got inches away from his face. “Listen boy, you’re a nasty piss-covered nigger whore with my poz load brewin in your cunt. You NEED that I tell you! You got?” There were a couple trolls still hangin in the park as I grabbed the boy’s bike and threw it in the bed of my truck. Naked except for his piss-soaked tee and tennis shoes he followed close behind not pulling on his leash at all. “Get in the back you reek of piss and I don’t want you stinkin' up my truck.” He crawled in the truck and looked at me pleadingly, “Mister, where are you taking me?” “Home boy, “ I replied A look of panic came across his face, “My home?” I grinned, “No boy, OUR home and stop with the 'Mister' crap. From now on you call me SIR!” “Yes SIR!” he replied. I wasn’t sure if the look on his face was fear or relief, but I suppose his hard little boy cock said it all!
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This is a story inspired by a video post I recently watched (and spunked over bigtime!) ********************************************************************************************************************************* I recently changed the pizza place I use for takeaways, and to be honest I was glad I did, the first evening I ordered something I had a fucking stiffy in my pants after seeing the delivery boy, cute short ginger little muscled fucker with a wide smile and a peach of a bum in his shorts that I gazed at longingly as he walked away from my door. Though I could tell he was a little intimidated by a very large black man each time he turned up to deliver pizza he was friendly and chatty. In time he stayed to chat on the doorstop and I gathered that he was a bit dumb and as he giggled one evening, saying he could smell weed, I surmised he was a bit of a stoner. In addition, from the way he looked at me it gave me a hint that maybe fancied me a bit, but maybe a bit shy or intimidated to follow through. My time came late on a Friday night when I got in from work, showered, put on a robe and ordered a pizza. I was watching a bit of porn whilst smoking a joint and idly playing with my semi-hard cock when the buzzer rang. I was waiting at the door when the lad came up the stairs. He was definitely not himself, in fact he looked a bit teary. I asked him what was wrong and he explained that he had just been given a bollocking by his boss. "Awwww, fuck man, that's a bummer. He chew you out big time eh?" The lad sniffed, responding "Yeah, fucking bastard he...." Then he suddenly stopped talking, and just stared downwards. It was then I realised my robe had fallen open. I laughed, saying "Haven't you ever seen another man's cock before?" His face was almost as red as his hair and he mumbled "Of course," but I noticed that he licked his lips. "Hey, when you finish, why don't you come around we can have some beers and some weed." His eyes lit up as he asked "Really? You want me to come and hang out?" I smiled, answering "Sure, kiddo." When he turned up later that night I was ready. I was delighted to see that he even turned up with his own beer. A few beers and a few joints later I asked him why he was so shocked to see my dick earlier. He blushed furiously and stammered-out this answer: "I've never seen a black man's cock before." Naturally I laughed, asking "But you have seen a man's dick before, eh boy?" He nodded somewhat shyly so I pressed harder "Have you sucked one?" God, I almost burst when he nodded blushing bright red again, but picked-up on the thread, saying "Hey, nothing wrong with that boy." He visibly relaxed as if he had let out a big hidden secret. I smiled and pushed the line of question a bit further, asking "Been fucked?" He almost spat his beer out "No!" I laughed, commenting "Well, never say never." Then I pulled-out my meth pipe, lit it, and took a hit. All wide-eyed, he asked "Whats that?" I exhaled, smiling at him, answering "Primo shite, kiddo. Better than weed." He watched me take another hit, and screwing-up his courage, asked "Can I try it?" I casually smiled, and answered "Of course, my boy." I packed the pipe nice and heavy, and then walked over, sat down next to him, handed him the pipe, and as he looked a bit unsure, I told him what to do. He took to the pipe like a baby to its mothers tit, inhaling deeply and then laughing as the hit took hold. "Fuck, that's good." He started to sweat a bit so it was easy for me to get him to take-off his top. His body was even better than I'd anticipated - he was very pale shade of white, smooth-skinned, and very muscled. I re-packed the pipe and handed it to him. As he blew clouds I felt his big pecs and tweaked his nipples. His eyes now glazed over, I put one hand behind his head, pulled my robe open with the other, and felt no no resistance at all as I pushed his head down, his sweet boy mouth opening-up and finding my big hard cock. As he sucked my bulbous cock head I pulled the back of his shorts down and rubbed his muscled ass. Then, as he groaned in pleasure, I took a hit myself and then pulled him off my dick, went to the bathroom leaving him, and, as I was now in for a busy night, I popped a Viagra and slid a nice thick chrome cock ring around my meat. When I came out of the bathroom I was fucking blown away that he was kneeling on the bed taking another hit of Tina through the pipe. Noticing his eyes were completely glazed, I took the pipe off him and with no resistance from him I twisted him around so he was kneeling on the edge of the bed. I gave his back a little shove and he went forward so his chest was on the bed and his arse was high in the air. I rubbed his white arse gently and he groaned as his boi hole puckered. I held him with one hand while I lined my cock up with his unlubed boi pussy, and pushed-in slowly, teasing his hole with my dickhead. His hole resisted at first but each time I applied pressure, the tip of my dick would spread his little white hole a little more. Then around the seventh thrust, his hole spread and my cock head popped inside. He made a little 'Uuuuhhhh' noise, so I rested for a moment enjoying the view of his little white hole obscenely stretched round my fat black dick. I rubbed my hand over his back soothing him as I pushed gently forcing his hole to accept more of my cock deeper into his ass. He moaned and groaned a bit but didn't resist as my cock penetrated deeper in to his inexperienced ed boi cunt. I stopped at the halfway point, rubbing his back telling him "Oh baby boy, you doing so good." He groaned again as I again applied pressure, pushing another couple of inches inside him. His hole felt so tight round my dick and I was delighted when I reached under him to find him playing with his little hard dick. As I started to fuck him gently I loved the way his hole stretched out with my pull out thrusts and him making 'Uh uh uh' noises as my dick slowly pushed in and out of his ass. "Little boy, you love that big black daddy cock, don't ya boy?" He gave a garbled "Mmmmmmm" again, but then it was not a rhetorical question on my part. I resisted the urge to really rough fuck him, as I wanted his introduction to anal sex to be mutually pleasurable, and besides, the night was young and there would be plenty of time to rape him later. I withdrew my dick from his hole, and he groaned, which prompted me to grin as I inspected his ass lips, finding his little ring was completely puffed-up. He moaned again as I slipped my cock head back in before his hole could close I murmured "Don't worry, baby. Daddy's not finished with your arse - not for a long time yet." He literally sighed as I penetrated deeply into him. His hole was learning fast and though the boy would definitely have a hurting boi pussy the next day, for the moment he was flying on the chems and loving his virgin hole reamed out by my big black dick. I started to fuck him a little harder with no complaints from him, just a lot of little yelps and groans of pleasure which the sensations in my dick mirrored, I shifted forward so I was now kneeling on the bed, with my dick buried to the hilt in his hole I reached forward and grabbed him by his ginger hair pulling him up so he had to use his hands to steady himself. "Look in the mirror boy" I snarled, his eyes focused on the mirrored wardrobe by the bed. He gasped as he saw the reflection of himself being fucked by a big black man old enough to be his grandfather. "Oh, god" he cried as I picked up the pace, plunging my dick into his now red swollen boi pussy. "That's right, little white boy. Watch yourself being corrupted." His groans grew louder but his eyes stayed glued to the action in the mirror. My balls started to tingle as I felt my spunk boiling in them, aching for release. "Fuck yeah, boy, Daddy's going to breed you boi." My dick started to swell and though I held off as long as I could, I knew it would not be long, "Daddy's going to get you pregnant boy, pregnant with my poz babies." His eyes widened and he gurgled with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Soon my dick swelled more and then I blew volley after volley of my seed deep into his guts, and exactly at the same time he shot his load so hard that some of it actually hit the mirror.
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I was horny and bored last week so thought I’d spice things up a bit and went on CL to see what was being offered. There were several twinks looking to get there rocks off and a couple guys wanting to be safe bottoms but nothing which really caught my eye. I decided to have some fun so I posted the following ad: Boitoy wanted- 40 (so. Nowhere) This Horny muscle bear in search of cub or otter or boy who wants to play, 18-35 please apply at back door. Lightly furred mature guy needs to feel young flesh against his. Few limits you should be same. +friendly, chasers welcome. 6’2 195# 8.5 uncut can go from mild to wild will host have play space or travel to you . Thinking the ad should rustle up some tempting treats, I kicked back and waited, had some breakfast and still no replies in my in box, so I decided to go to gym and get some buff time in knowing that I would get notifications on my phone if any replies came in. I did a few reps of the bench press and was on the way over to the cardio section of the gym when I passed a well-built little twink of about 18 or 19. As we passed he smiled and took in my body with his eyes. I finished up my workout and caught sight of Twinkie muscles a few more time with some intense eye contact. Hoping for the best, I went into the locker room, stripped down and put on my swimming shorts, and then headed to the sauna / steam room, and as I entered the steam room I saw Twinkie muscles was walking towards the pool. I sat in the steam room for about two minutes when the twink came in and sat down next to me. We were the only two in the room and he brushed against my thigh, and then worked his hands across my hard pectorals, simultaneously introducing himself as Tim. I replied "Nice to meet you" and we shared some small talk as he fondled my body and private parts. Finally he asked if I knew a place we could explore each other and 'get to know each other better'. I said I owned a home not far from the gym, and he suggested we go get dressed and go there soon as he had class that afternoon at 2. We exited the steam room and headed back to the locker room, damn he had a nice ass. Neither of bothered with a shower as we were going to my place where I had told him he could clean up there. Tim threw on his workout clothes and put his school clothes in his gym bag and I threw on a pair of sweats and a tee from my gym bag which I carried for quick departures from the gym, gathered up the rest of my street and gym clothes and placed them in my gym bag, and headed out with Tim on my heels. Tim showed me where he parked and I hopped in to his SUV and he drove to my house. When we arrived at my house Tim asked if I had walked to the gym and I told him No but I can always walk back over and retrieve my car as it wasn’t too far. The instant the front door closed behind us Tim was all over me lapping at my sweaty salty body like a thirsty puppy. Our clothes soon dropped to the floor and we stood naked in the entrance hall, grouping and fondling each other. Tim, who seemed like he couldn’t get enough of me, was a little shorter and maybe weighed 130 pounds, most of which was muscle. I wrapped his arms around my neck and he took the hint and wrapped his legs around my torso as my cock bumped his boy crack. I picked him up like this and carried him into the master bathroom and into the shower. I turned on the water as we begun to make out under the warm curtain of water which began cascading down our bodies. Tim confessed he was a virgin and I was his first man he ever wanted to have sex with. I looked at him with that “really?” Look on my face and he nodded that he had impulses and cravings for really hot guys before but he never acted on them. I soaped Tim up and washed his body for him fondling hos cock and balls in the process then caressing his sweet ass just lightly poking his tender pucker. I turned off the water after we finished rinsing and handed Tim a towel. Dried off his golden locks of hair and his upper torso and I helped him dry off his legs. He wrapped the towel around his hips and followed me into the bedroom where I sat him on the bed. I sat down next to him and we resumed our cuddling and make out session as I fondled and stroked his hard on which never went down. Stroked my hard cock as well and asked if he could try to suck on it. I wasn’t one to deny a fresh piece of meat access and allowed him to kiss and lick and suck on my tool. It was obvious that indeed this was his first blowjob as he was savage and scrapped his teeth on my cock multiple times. I pulled him up and lay him back on the bed, pressed my finger to his lips to quail his protest and went down on his cock, he began moaning and gurgling his pleasure but had a hair trigger and shot down my throat soon after it had entered. I pulled up onto the head and let him shoot in my mouth not losing a drop, pulling off as he stopped cumming. I then planted a hot cum-laced kiss on his lips as we shared his first man-to-man load. I then scooted down and lifted his legs and I let the saliva and cum mixture dribble out of my lips and onto his upturned boy hole. I licked and fingered his hole using his own cum and our saliva as lube. He was tight and it took some effort but soon I had him relaxed and he began loosening up the death grip of his ass. I reached under the bed to my store of toys and such and pulled out a small toy which I began working into his hole he clenched up at first but soon his supple hole began pulsing to get more of it into him. I reached into the box and pulled out the next size and lubed it with some spunk lube. As I slid out the smaller toy I inserted the next one which was closer to my girth but not quite as long. He grimaced at first but soon was taking it like a champ. I worked his hole for about five minutes, all the while playing with his boy tits and alternately kissing and sucking on him. I think he was falling in love with me. I removed the dildo from Tim’s hole and he looked like he had lost a friend. I kissed him passionately while getting in position over him, lifted his leg and my cock hit his hole. I pressed in the head, he reeled in pain and I placed the little brown bottle under his nose. He knew to take a large whiff. I could feel the poppers take effect as his hole stopped clamping down on my cock I slid all the way in. He looked up at me with his puppy dog blue eyes and I planted another kiss on his lips. I then stood up and began slowly at first fucking his virgin ass, building up to a hard ass fucking which caused him to cum twice more, I then released my demon seed deep in his bowels. I told him I owned his ass for all eternity and he would forever remember his first raw fuck. Tim suddenly came to his senses and looked at me with that you-didn’t-use-a-condom look on his face. I answered his expression saying "I never use condoms" and added "and you'll never need to either, ever again." He seemed horrified and perplexed. I explained "You're now free to get fucked or seeded as you now have demon seed in your ass." He began to cry and I comforted him saying I would always be there for him. I had found a Boitoy and he hadn’t even replied to my ad. I went out to the living room, collected our clothing, and brought them into the bedroom. I loaned Tim a bathrobe and he went out to collect our gym bags from the car. While he was out getting our bags I checked my phone. There were fourteen new messages from the ad. Damn. I found a boy and now had fourteen more knocking at my door. Hmmmm. This could prove interesting. Tim came back in with our gym bags and as he dressed for school I prepared a light lunch. We ate pretty much in silence, but after we had finished Tim walked around the table, and facing me, put his hands around my neck, planted a huge kiss on my lips and asked "Will you be my daddy?" To be continued – checking e-mails
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I'm 42 now living in Alberta , my first with men (well strangers) was at kennady stataion subway . Anybody on here every go there in the 80's to early 90's (before they got fed up and removed the doors) . I was the young brunett white who like to stay in his stall to you came to door then my ass and mouth were everyone's I've serviced over a hindered men there ( only counting ones who came for me lol ) if you ever got it on there I'd love to here from ya . Or if ya just wanna here about me as young boy givin it up for strangers let me know -
Andy McGreggor Seeds an Eighteen-Year Old Hitchhiker. Ted shivered miserably by the side of the motorway. Two days in this fucking county and so far all he'd seen was rain and more rain. His feet were soaked. A car beeped him and sped past. Asshole. Ted was cute. He was just over six foot tall, just eighteen, with blond hair, which he wore short, and a firm boyish body. He had a long, teenage face with a long nose and deep blue eyes. Normally he had the sweetest, most dazzling smile. But not today. Today he looked seriously fucked off. A car was stopping, a nice one. Expensive. Ted opened the door to see an attractive middle-aged man with dark, soft eyes and a rugby player's body. "Get in son," said the man, grinning. "You're soaked." Ted gratefully loaded his wet rucksack onto the backseat of the expensive car and then buckled up. They pulled out onto the motorway. "You know you're not supposed to hitchhike on the hard shoulder," said the man. He concentrated on overtaking a slow moving coach. "You going far?" he asked. "I'm trying to get to the Highlands," said Ted. "That's where I live," replied the man. "I'm Andy, by the way," he added. "Ted," said the young man. "You Scottish?" McGreggor nodded. "You?" "Canadian," replied Ted. "You've a bit of a journey ahead of you," said Andy. "A good six hours or so. I'd take you there but I am planning to spend the night at a motel. I've been driving too long and it's getting late." The man glanced at Ted in the mirror. "Pity," he added. He grinned. "Ah, that's too bad I guess," replied Ted. "How far are you going now?" "Well I had planned on stopping after the Manchester ring road. I could drop you at the service station there." Andy McGreggor zoomed into the fast lane, pushing eighty miles an hour. "I guess," replied Ted, disappointed. "Unless you wanted to..." Andy paused. He shook his head. "No, forget it." "No, what?" asked Ted. "Well I was going to say, you could spend the night at the motel too, and then I could drive you up tomorrow. Or would that be weird?" Andy glanced at his wet passenger. "That would be swell, to be honest," replied Ted. A night in a motel would be great. So far all he'd had were two crap nights in a tent. "It's on me," said Andy. "That sure is kind of you," replied Ted. Ted and Andy McGreggor sat in the harshly lit dining room of the Travel Express Motel. Ted ravenously ate his plate of fish and chips and McGreggor finished the tender chicken breast in mushroom sauce. It wasn't bad for service station food. "You look starving," said Andy. The lad was cute. His long boyish face looked drawn, tired. "Starving and wet and tired and cold," corrected Ted. "Would you like a dessert?" asked McGreggor. "I'll treat you, I know you students are always broke." "Is that OK? You sure?" asked Ted. McGreggor nodded and smiled. "I'll have the sticky toffee pudding and custard in that case," said Ted. He liked this Scottish guy. He had a nice face. Ted liked guys in their forties. They were kinder sometimes. And this man was handsome too. And strong looking. McGreggor turned on the lights of the functional room. It had a double bed, a table, a clean, modern bathroom with shower and a view of the M1 motorway. To Ted it was luxury. "I'm going to get out of these clothes and get into a hot shower," announced Ted. McGreggor unpacked his night things as Ted turned on the hot, steaming water. It was bliss! After two days of rain-filled misery he was in heaven, letting the water scald him. Soon McGreggor heard Ted singing. He went to the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. He glanced at the pile of clothes. He picked up the lad's red briefs. McGreggor sniffed them, deeply. God, that was good, he thought. Pissy, sweaty and sweet. Heaven. "That you Andy?" called Ted, his eyes closed, covered in shampoo. "Aye son," replied McGreggor. He inhaled his fill of boy panties again. The water had been turned off. Ted was looking at McGreggor. "What are you doing?" asked Ted. "I'm sniffing you boy-panties son," replied McGreggor. "Oh," said Ted. "Erm, why?" "Because they smell nice," said McGreggor. He sniffed them again and handed them to Ted, who was wrapped in a towel. The lad had a cracking body, noticed McGreggor. Boyish, athletic, hairless. Nice wee pair of boy-tits. He was pink from the steam. Ted looked at the pair of damp briefs. "Go on, have a wee sniff," coaxed McGreggor. Ted's cock was tenting his towel. He looked big, thought McGreggor, his mouth moist. Ted sniffed. "Good laddie," said McGreggor. He reached for the towel, gently pulling it off. Ted's cock sprang up, firm, spongy. He had a lovely cock, a good seven inches, guessed McGreggor. And uncut. A vein ran the length of the shaft. The lad had shaved off his pubic hair. McGreggor softly stroked Ted's cock and the boy gasped. "You like that son?" asked McGreggor. Ted nodded. "You get nice and dry. I'll pour us a drink," said McGreggor. When Ted came into the room McGreggor was naked. Ted's eyes focused on the man's enormous cock. He gulped. It was the biggest dick he'd ever seen. It was obscene. It was ten inches long, and fat. The head was shaped like a mushroom, dripping threads of sex-mucus. The man was swigging beer from a can. "Suck me, laddie," goaded McGreggor. Ted got to his knees. The lad smelt of shower gel. Ted gulped. "Come on laddie, give it a wee kiss." Ted shyly kissed the tip of the man's moist cock and was rewarded with a cappuccino moustache of salty precum. He inhaled the man's odour; piss, stale sweat, musk. Oh God, it was good, thought the shy teenager. He greedily put the tip of McGreggor's cock in his mouth, the tastes exploding on his taste buds. McGreggor purred like a tomcat. The boy sucked well. McGreggor was impatient. He wanted to see Ted's sweet ass. "Bend over, son," he whispered. "Let Daddy see your wee pussy." McGreggor knelt on the bed, worshiping at the lad's twin buttocks. They were plump, white, fleshy, hairless. McGreggor liked his boys to have plump arses; he liked a bit of wobble. Reverently he peeled the boy's buttocks apart, like a High Priest unveiling the Holy of Holies. There is was! Ted's sweet, virginal boy-cunt, a tiny knot of grey-pink muscle. He sniffed it. Oh son, thought McGreggor, is your pussy ever so good. It smelt of the seaside, of soap, of musk. He probed the velvet muscle with his tongue, delighting in the give of the sphincter. Ted was groaning into the pillow, wiggling his boy-pussy provocatively. It felt good, warm, wet. Ted wanted the man's cock. McGreggor inserted his fingertip and Ted growled. "Yeah," the teenage boy purred. McGreggor probed further. It was good, hot, moist, sticky; a wee bit of shit but never mind. The boy-turd was firm not soft. It didn't matter. He tasted his finger. Lovely; smoky, musky, illicit. He wanted to be inside. McGreggor raised himself up. He rubbed his moist cock head on the lad's pinky-grey slit. Ted wriggled his pussy. "You want me to fuck you sonny?" whispered McGreggor. "You got a condom?" replied Ted. "I don't use them son," answered McGreggor. He rubbed his cock head a little harder. Ted's anus yielded a little. "I never fuck without them," said Ted into the pillow. Shit. He wanted the man's cock real bad. He'd never had one that big. Surely it would be OK, just this once. "Go on laddie," coaxed McGreggor. "It'll be OK. You'll love it." McGreggor pushed the head of his cock further. Oh fuck, it was opening. It was so good. Just let me in, laddie. Just let me in. Ted was sweating. But he didn't say anything further. He just leant forward with his wee pussy spread open. It was too much. McGreggor sank the entire head of his cock into the teenager's velvet colon. Ted howled and buried his head in the pillow. "It hurts," he cried, his voice muffled. "Be a brave boy for Daddy," replied McGreggor. The lad's tissue-thin colon was gripping his horse-cock, sucking it like a toothless puppy. McGreggor pushed in a few more inches and Ted bit into the pillow, drenched in sweet smelling sweat. The room filled with the aroma of man sex. "Go on son, go on now." "I don't know," hissed Ted through gritted teeth. It was stinging real bad, the barely human cock ripping him open. The man was too big. This was a mistake. "Aye, son," coaxed McGreggor. "Just a wee bit more." The pain was like an energy field. It was white, burning. Ted writhed. He sank off his knees onto the bedcover, McGreggor lying on top of him, trapping him, hugging him. McGreggor shoved his huge cock deep, deep into the teenage boy, prodding his spongy boy-clit, poking at the paper-thin lining of his guts. Drool dripped from Ted's mouth. But he was relaxing. The pain was easing, turning to heat. He gasped. He laughed. "Oh fuck man!" cried Ted. "Oh fuck that's good." McGreggor was in a trance. The boy's velvet pussy was gripping his cock like a vice, coating it in boy mucus. McGreggor was close. "You gonna let me seed you, son?" whispered McGreggor. "You gonna let Daddy do that?" "I don't know," whispered the boy. "Aye, go on," urged McGreggor. The middle-aged man was panting, sweating, trembling. He tensed, then it was too late. Hot, potent seed began to erupt from his massive cock like lava. Ted gasped as the warm cum coated his bruised anus. "Oh fuck," cried Ted. "Oh that's good man!" McGreggor withdrew with a plop, his half-heart cock coated in pink mucus. "Thanks son," he said gently, kissing Ted's sweet mouth. "Now, how about you use that nice wee mouth to get Daddy's cock clean for him?" Ted grinned. The man was a freakin' perv. He loved it. The next day, after a full English breakfast, Ted and McGreggor rejoined the motorway. "You know son, you'd be very welcome to come and stay at my castle for a few days if you want to explore the Highlands. And I have some friends who'd love to meet you, said McGreggor. "I'd like that," smiled Ted. Andy McGreggor is the writer of the increasingly popular Kindle books written under his name, all featuring raw fucking, boy-smells and often piss and fisting. I hope you enjoyed this story and I invite you look me up on Amazon. Andy McGreggor is the name.
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I was a cock whore starting at 12. Our yard man was a Dark skinned black man in his 70's . He was not good looking but had a working man's body. I have red hair and very white skin and grey eyes...always very athletic and at the time was running cross country track. He always came Saturday morning, and in winter he would come alone, not too much to do. My parents were gone somewhere and Mr. Green ( I don't know his first name) was working in the backyard so I stripped and walked thru the glass walled den naked and acted like I didn't know he was there. I put on a fuckin show, little whore that I was. I remember pretending that I lost the tv remote and got on all fours to look under the coffee table. Then I "noticed" him outside looking at me. I went upstairs and made sure he could see me spying on him. He disappeared then I heard a knock at the back door. I put on some shorts and he said my parents were to have left payment. I asked him to come inside. There was some small talk and I told him my parents were gone. He asked if I wanted to go for a ride. His truck was a beater and smelled of gasoline. We drove to a house and pulled to the back. It was not his house - it was that of another family for which he did yard work. The house was empty, of course. He started rubbing his crotch and I could not believe what I saw. Nine plus inches and fat. I remember the smell of his crotch, the weight of his cock, and how he held my head when he came. He made no sound and no warning when he came and he held my head down so tightly I barely tasted his come just the after taste. I loved that instinct to swallow and cum going from cock directly to throat. A month or two later we got together again. I told him I wanted him to fuck me, he was hesitant, I was ready my hole was lubed with my mom's KY. I had been jerking off to the idea for over a month, and had discovered where to score poppers so I knew I could take it. We drove to a different house and pulled into their garage this time. We never left the truck though. I blew him then he laid on his back, I straddled him and rubbed my hole on his cock, rubbed my body like a whore, and whimpered. He grabbed my hips and squeezed my ass then roughly pinched my nipples as he would a whore in heat. I had brought a small paper bag with Vaseline (what did I know?) and a bottle of poppers. I asked him if he minded if I took a hit, he had no idea what it was. I said I didn't really know but it made getting fucked easier. I took a hit, handed him the bottle, and tried to ease down, he just stared at me. It was not successful, so he told me to move up to him. He started fingering my hole, I started riding his fingers, we were to two fingers when I had another hit of poppers. Then he put in three and I was in heaven. I slid down and right onto his bare uncut dick. He looked shocked and the started bucking like a sledge hammer. I got up and squatted on him and because I slowed down he knew some more poppers would get me going again. He held them up to me and let me do my inhaling. All the while he just stared at me like pit bull when you have no idea what he's thinking. I rode him while he watched me enjoy myself. When he came there was no sound from him but I could feel his cock throb, I kept riding until his dick slid out, with a lot of cum. I wanted to lap it up but didn't know if it would gross him out. I didn't bring a towel. I moved off of him and he re positioned himself behind the steering wheel, reached his hands to the cum pool, scooped up the jizz, and fed it to me. I licked and nursed on his rough calloused hands with the taste of ass, cum and gasoline.
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Hey there! Having been a professional twit all last week and through half the weekend, I'm taking the day WAY off. So, while the memory still lingers, I'll fill you in on my Texas student that I finally had. I had begun to be sure the Texan was flaking out on me. At last he and my Asian boy called within about an hour of each other last Monday. What to do? It was easiest to arrange for my Texas boy to cum right over. I told you the freaky way we met. He got a copy of my story about fucking with the guy I knew was dying, and it got him all hot. I eventually told him via e-mail about my KS, and he went bonkers about wanting to meet me. We met one evening, as a "get acquainted session." I think he wanted to check his gonad's reactions to me. Then a couple more e-mails. Then the call -- "Cum on over!" I think most gay men have a fairly well-developed fantasy life. This guy's entire fantasy seemed to center on getting AIDS. And especially, getting it from someone who has it! He fucks around a lot with his boyfriend, but seems to feel he's negative. Oh, well, not anymore. He's as sicko twisted as I am. When he got to the house, he was barely inside the front door when suddenly he was bare inside the front door! Having met beforehand, we felt no need for undue modesty. I was quickly naked as well. And suddenly there we were, writhing around, making out on the carpet of the living room! I generally like to set the tone for the action, but I had no chance. He was up my asshole with his tongue, slathering around on my dick with HIS tongue, kissing and licking me all over my body, and begging to be infected. And the more he begged for it, the harder we both got. But hey, I'm gonna have for the rest of my life. What's the hurry? He wanted to blow me right there. "Like you're gonna blow me if I ever get too sick to fuck you?" "Oh yeah, man. Let me take your first load down my throat." "You know, it's more effective if you take it up your ass. The virus gets around inside you better that way, you know. I can always give you another load later wherever you want it. Why don't you let me get you ready for your fuck-of-death?" "Oh, shit man, I want it! Fuck me here man. Fuck me right now, no lube, no nothing!" "Just relax, baby," I said. "Let me take you to the bedroom, make us both comfortable, and get you prepared for the most intense fuck of your life." I knew his imagination would make it just that: the most intense fuck of his life. We went off to the bedroom and I arranged him tummy down on the bed. "When I kissed you, I didn't feel your KS. Do you really have it?" I stuck my tongue out at him and lifted the tip to touch my nose, so the bottom was exposed to his inspection. "Oh fuck, man, can I suck on it? I want to taste it!" So before I got around to gathering play things to rough up his asshole with, I let him deep kiss me again. This time we just kept rolling his tongue back and forth under mine in my mouth. Finally he came up for air. "O God, I'm gonna cream if I don't stop." "We'll have none of that, baby. You lay back down and relax, and I'll get some play things." He did as he was told, sensing that I would not give him what he wanted so bad if he didn't. I gathered up my own toys from the shelf where I keep them: a couple of dildos and the like. Also, the short, half-inch, sanded wooden dowel I use on myself when I want my ass roughed up. No splinters, but the dry wooden surface snags the tissues all over the place and makes them bleed, leaving them open for immediate infection! I wipe these off with water after each use, but of course, I never disinfect them, so they carry whatever is inside me inside the next guy! I used a couple of dildos on him first. One to open him up, and a second one with ridges to make his butt tissue swell a little. The groaning and humping noises he made turned me on more and more. Finally I took my little wooden tool in hand. It's not long enough to make any deep internal tears. I slid it up his lubed ass and started shoving it back and forth hard enough to make heat and twisting it a little. Suddenly his groans of pleasure were squeals of near panic and pain. "Oh fuck it hurts!" "It makes your ass better to take my sick, HIV AIDS cum, baby. You still want that, don't you? You want me to stop?" "Oh, no, don't stop. But hurry. Please hurry! It's really hurts, man." "Shut up, ya sicko. You love my sickness. Each minute you have to wait, I may be getting a little sicker. You want your AIDS from a sick guy, don't you?" "Oh yeah man. But you got it. Give it to me! Please give it to me!" He was so fucking crazy to get fucked. His whining and moaning and begging made me so hot. "Shut up, fuck face. Here I come." What he couldn't see or know or guess was that his asshole was starting to really bleed. It must have been so fucking sore! I slid up his shit hole and was strangely possessed by the feeling of "joy" that rushed through me. We'd had no weed, no booze, just raw fuck-me-and-kill-me passion! I wanted to fuck the shit out of him and splash my diseased seed all over inside his ass. I was so hot, I was even afraid to take a hit of the poppers on the nightstand. I was sure I'd come in less than three minutes! But then I was able to get control of my mind and focus it on giving this boy the fuck of his life/death. "Do you like the feel of daddy's dick in your ass, baby?" Some of his blood from his already brutalized hole was mixing with the lube now. I was able to watch as it tinged everything around his hole a lovely, bright liquid red, including my dick! ?"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Fuck me! Give it to me! Oh, fuck it hurts. But it feels so good knowing you're infecting me. Give it to me!" "How did daddy's KS feel to suck on?" That pushed a button for him! I could feel his ass clamp hard on my prick as he remembered it. "O fuck, it was great man. I want to be sick like you are, man." It was such a wild thing for him! "I want to ride your sick cock over and over until it kills me!" What the images in his mind were at this point is anybody's guess. But the hotter it made him, the hotter his heat made me! I knew I needed a brief respite or I was going to unload in him then and there. "I'm gonna pull out for a second, baby." "No, don't! Fuck me, man! Don't quit till you infect me!" "Don't sweat, baby. You'll get your infection. I want you to roll over on your back. We'll put your legs in the air like a real whore. Then I'll fuck you over the edge. Then I'll finish fucking you to death!" Even though I'm not really "sick" yet, the sick and dying talk seemed to drive him absolutely wild. I slipped out of his ass, and in seconds he'd flipped onto his back and lifted his legs. When he did that, he could see some of the bloody mess that his asshole had become! "Oh shit, what'd you do to me, you asshole?" "Don't talk to daddy that way, Shithead!" I smacked him kind of hard with the back of my hand as I climbed over him and pinned his legs to his chest with my arms. "You said you wanted HIV from a guy getting sick. This way we both KNOW you're getting infected. 'Cause your pretty little ass tissues are all torn open, ready to receive my deadly germs. You want those deadly germs, don't you faggot? Or should I quit fucking you now?" "Oh, no man, don't stop. It scares me. Will I bleed to death while you fuck me?" By now I was already inside him. Even if the thought of dying scared him, it also made him hot. I could feel his ass clamp onto my dick as he talked. He was freaking out in all directions! "No, baby, you won't bleed to death. Just take a hit of the poppers and they'll take your mind off it." I held them out in the little inhaler I use for them, and hung onto them while he took a long hit. I took a hit myself and resumed my ride. He started wiggling underneath me to meet each thrust I aimed at him. "Fuck I want to cum!" he said. "Just hold that thought, baby. Let daddy ride." My balls were swollen so full of cum from thinking about the time I'd actually ride him that I wasn't going to last too much longer. We'd been at it for a total elapsed fuck of about 35 minutes. Pretty good for a guy that almost blew his load when the kid came in the door. And as much as his ass must've hurt, he was still clamping onto my dick in rhythm to my ride. Suddenly I couldn't hold off any longer. "Take my fucking AIDS cum, baby!" "Oh, shoot it inside me! Infect me! Fuck me full of your poz cum!" With little more encouragement, I blew a load inside him like I couldn't remember having done in quite some time. The fact that he was just so eager to get it was so hot. He took hold of his own dick and began to jerk off, but I grabbed his hand. "Not yet baby. Nobody cums here without my permission." He looked a little freaked out again, like I'd turned into a Nazi or something. I pulled my cock out of his sloppy ass. "In a minute I'll lick your ass up, make it feel better. First, you're gonna clean me up." He protested feebly as I moved up over him to drop my dick in his mouth. It was red with the action and with a little of the kid's own blood. When I was over his mouth, I began to smear my dick all over his face. He couldn't resist. He took the sticky thing in his mouth and started nursing for all he was worth. Suddenly I was hard again. I wasn't ready to blow a second load just yet, though. "Relax, kid, let it relax a little, now that you've cleaned it up. Let me lick your but a little and then maybe daddy will give you a load of piss." He had told me he liked drinking his BF's piss. I took a damp wash cloth, and wiped the grosser bits of his ass clean off. Then I put my tongue into his little rosebud for just a second. He almost leapt off the bed! "Shit that feels wild!" "Of course it does, baby. It's supposed to! Now, come over here and kneel and drink some piss for daddy!" So I got off the bed and stood, and he knelt at my feet. He took my dick in his mouth, and waited in beautiful submission. "It's OK to beat off now if you want, baby." Just as my piss started streaming down his throat, he blew his load all over my feet. Then he freaked me out! He bent down and started licking up his cum! And then he asked to taste my KS again. When I said "Of course," he started sucking on my tongue for all he was worth. "Oh God, thank you," he said. "This is how I wanted it to be. But God my ass is so sore. Will I ever be able to fuck again?" "Oh, sure. Want to come back next week some time?" "I don't know. I really hurt. But its so right. You've really given me the bug, haven't you. And in such a hot way. I guess I don't mind how much I hurt. I know you did it for my own good. For the HIV and all. I haven't been able to think about anything but getting AIDS from a guy like you since we first made contact. Wow. Thank you so much." "Sure thing. But I do feel compelled to follow through. I want to be sure you're really infected, after all. You've trusted me for it, and I feel a responsibility to be sure you really get it. I'll be away for several days, but I'll call you when I get back in town." "Yeah, thanks. That'd be good. Would you hold me?" Again with the kids who want it and then go all goo-goo when they get it! "Sure," I said, and wrapped him in my arms. He didn't really want to let go. After a while I told him I needed to call someone. He started to let go and I said "That's OK. All I need to do is get over there to the phone." I leaned into him and we fell across the bed so I could reach the phone on the other side of the night table. I called my Asianboy and begged off seeing him. We set up a time for the next morning, before I left town. I've seen him several times since that first wild fuck I gave him. And he's found another guy he KNOWS is HIV and is getting fucked by him too. My Texas boy and I talked for about half an hour after I made my phone appointment. Before he left, he asked to have that other load of cum I'd promised. "You want to blow me, baby?" "After what you just did to my ass, I think that's all I can do!" So he locked onto my dick as I laid back on the bed. It didn't take long. I blew a small fountain into the back of his throat. "That's it, baby. Drink daddy's poison cum." Piss with a cum chaser. Another job well done. I met Tetsu (he calls himself Tim here) the next morning, managed some great fireworks before I left town. We set up to see each other again later this week, now that I'm back in town. In the meantime I have called Joey the Texas boy to see how his ass is, and to talk about his follow-up inoculation. He hasn't called back yet. Do you think he will?
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Guys, there’s an old adage that goes, ”Watch out what you wish for….” Well, let me tell you I had a lot of bizarre fantasies—and they all came true—along with a lot more than I ever wanted or expected. I met Troy in an AOL chatroom. We started off with the usual BS. Over time I revealed my innermost fantasies to him, though to my credit I confessed they were just—reveries. He got bored, said he was into none of that. Nonetheless, we continued corresponding. I came to think of him as just another internet acquaintance—because I’m your typical fortyish gay male and he, a 23 year old muscle jock—straight at worst, Bi, at best. So gradually I lost interest, and our chats became less frequent. One day he e-mailed me asking if I’d like to meet. My cock sprang to attention. We reconnoitered at a local bar. I get nervous when I meet new people, and that night I got very, very drunk. I said I needed to get home, but Troy told me I could spend the night with him. It was Friday evening, going on Saturday, and through my drunken haze the thought of bedding down with hunky Troy enthralled me. Big mistake. No sooner did we reach his van, than he and two of his companions jumped me. They bound and gagged me, and threw me in the back. One of them slapped my ass, muttering what a fun night it was gonna be. Images of gay-bashings flashed through my inebriated brain. I thought sure this was the end. We drove for what seemed like hours, and turned off on a bumpy, gravelly road. The three of them got out. The rear door opened, and they dragged me to my feet. They untied my legs. It was so dark I couldn’t see a thing, but from the smells and night sounds, I knew we were in the country. They led me up some stairs. Troy fumbled with a key and shoved me in a pitch black room. They removed the cuffs, stripped me, and lifted me to a massive wooden table. I struggled, though I knew I wasn’t going anywhere without my clothing. Using rope and straps, they bound me, face up, spread-eagled, and went outside. I was strapped down around my chest and arms and legs, so I was pretty well immobilized. Nothing else happened for a while; but I heard their raucous laughter and beer tabs popping. Finally they returned, beers in hand, and hovered over me. Troy pointed to the others. There were Todd and Timmy. The three T’s. All three were pretty decent—especially Timmy—the most gorgeous twink I’d ever laid eyes on—early twenties, tan, and built. Troy spoke. “This is Pussy Faggot Danny, my internet companion. Danny would be an all right kind of queer, ‘cept he’s got these disgusting fantasies regarding watersports and AIDS. So I thought we’d give him a taste of his own medicine, and see how much he likes it. In addition, we got a couple extra treats for Danny. Ever hear of Hepatitis-B, Danny Boy? I got it. And tonight I’m gonna share it with you.” “Todd here’s our Nurse. He’s gonna make sure you get our STD’s. He’s got the Clap—for the third time. He’s gonna give it to you. Hope you appreciate his pain. I asked him to skip the Penicillin until he got through with you.” “I’m sure you’ve noticed pretty Timmy, here. He’s your dream cum true. He’s got HIV. Know how he got it? Gang-banged by a bunch of faggots like yourself. He’s a little homophobic, so don’t push him.” Troy handed Tim a leather gag with a ball sewn in it. The ball had a hole in the center. To help me breathe, I figured. Gorgeous Timmy bent over me, and my cock began to stir. He punched me in the balls. My nuts shriveled, I wailed. My high-pitched shriek resounded off the cabin walls. It didn’t even sound like me. Tim slapped my face, bloodying my nose. “Do that again, cocksucker, and you’ll regret it.” He hastily regagged me, and shoved a plastic funnel in the hole. Troy approached with a black butt plug. Todd and Timmy lifted up my legs. Sans lube, he shoved it in me. I screamed again, but, gagged, my cries came out like puppy yelps. Tears rolled down my cheeks. “Okay, Todd. Go to work on him.” The nurse Todd lubed up a catheter and pushed it in my piss slit. My torment was intense. His veins stood out as he worked it in me. I cried in agony. At last it slid into my bladder. Yellow fluid filled the tube. Todd smiled in satisfaction. “First time I ever did that.” He connected the other end of the tubing to the funnel. Piss began to flow into my mouth. I coughed and gagged, but learned I had to swallow or drown in my own urine. Reaching in his pocket, Todd pulled out a syringe. From Troy, then Timmy, then himself, he drew blood. Three times I suffered their serologic injections. I ended up with Band-Aids on my arms. At last they retreated to the porch. I was glad to be alone. How dare they do this to me! True homophobes would have done me better. At least I’d have been dead by then. But these Fuckers meant for me to live—and suffer! Beneath the gag a fatalistic smile crossed my face. I was totally at their mercy, but I was going to survive! When they returned, about half an hour later, all three of them were nude. I found myself admiring their youthful bodies. They had such taunt physiques, compared to my forty year-old body. Laughing, they approached the table. One by one they pissed into the funnel. I swallowed madly, attempting to absorb their streams. I thought my gut was gonna burst. Their beer-diluted urine overflowed the funnel and ran down my cheeks and neck. Troy said, “Timmy, give Danny Boy a good night kiss. He seems to like you best.” “Fuckin’ AIDS Whore!” Timmy growled. Anticipating yet another blow, I shut my eyes. A door slammed somewhere. I opened them again as a hand massaged my dick. I shuddered when I realized I was alone with sadist Timmy. Warily I awaited another unprovoked attack; but alone he seemed transformed. I grew sexually aroused. I’d forgotten the catheter till I spasmed. N ever had I experienced such an intense yet painful climax! Timmy disconnected the tube from the funnel and sucked my cum, and piss, down his throat. He removed the gag and kissed me deeply—spitting jizz and piss from his mouth to mine. God, that troubled boy was hot! He disconnected the tubing from the funnel and pulled out the butt plug. It had shit and blood all over it. He stuck the end of the catheter up my ass. My recycled urine, and theirs, flowed into my ass, puddling on the table beneath me. He lit a cigarette and went outside. When he returned, urine was dribbling on the floor. He reconnected the tubing to the funnel, untied my legs, and raised them to his shoulders. His hard shaft probed between my legs. Between the blood and piss and shit, he entered me easily. That beautiful POZ man plunged in and out of me. I was torn between his superlative magnificence and the ugly disease I knew consumed him. Timmy thrust harder. His breathing came in spurts, his panting grew intense. That ravishing maniacal youth was close to cumming. “HERE’S HIV FOR YOU, COCKSUCKER!” He convulsed as volley after volley of his poison jizz shot in me. Exhausted, his noxious shaft quiescent, his handsome profile collapsed upon my chest. His sinewy forearms encircled me. He ravenously bit my neck till it was badly bruised. Toward morning, Todd came in. With bloodshot eyes, he stumbled toward me. His need was obvious. He leaned over the table, his slimy shaft, glistening precum, bobbed up and down mere inches from my face. He worked his shaft as if to milk the precum from it. A greenish-yellow goo oozed out instead. “I’m gonna see the Doc on Monday, but tonight we party.” He pulled the bloody, shitty, cummy butt plug from my ass, and wiped it across my face. He undid my legs. I kicked and wailed my through the gag. He slapped my gut. “Stop that shit, or I swear I’ll cut you!” I acquiesced. Gonorrhea could be cured: castration was forever. After his violent adrenal rush, he had trouble getting hard again. He fucked me half an hour before he shot. At 9:00 A.M. the three of them removed the apparatus. Troy ran a wash cloth across my blood and cum and shit caked face. They let me dress, retied, regagged me, and led me to the van. The morning sunlight blinded me. The place was someone’s summer cabin. Beyond the unkempt lawn, tall pine trees soared above the sequestered structure. I sensed a different attitude in Todd and Timmy. They treated me kindly, almost with respect—now that I was one of them. When we got back to the bar, Troy crawled in. He shut the door behind him. Air off, the summer sun baked the roof and made the inside suffocating. We were alone. His accomplices had fled. He unzipped, and his massive 8” shaft popped out. He untied my shoes and pulled off my jeans and briefs. “Remember this, Cocksucker.” His pole connected with my ass. So close to freedom, I had not the slightest inkling nor desire to resist. My second shot at Hepatitis B, I thought. He untied and ungagged me. I quickly dressed. He threw the van doors open to alleviate the stifling heat. By then we were both drenched with sweat. Afraid he might reconsider, I crawled on hands and knees towards the door. “You belong to us now. Keep in touch,” he yelled out after me. The only other vehicle in the lot was mine. I staggered in a zigzag pattern toward it. I fumbled for my keys. By the time I got inside, Troy, too, was gone. I slept all day and into Sunday, awoke feverish and sick—three blood stained Band Aids on the bed stand. -
The Greatest Spectator Sport In The World
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I headed out to the Baths around 3 pm Saturday. I was surprised to find it busy so early. As I walked to my room, I saw men in various stages of undress, and was happy to see quite a few younger guys—prime prey for older, diseased Fuckers like myself. I don't necessarily go for the Twinks. I like my men older and a lot sleazier than them. But it was cool seeing the kindergarten gender out and about—a lot of good lookin' chicken feed there--each a potential convert to the cause—or HIV. I checked out the Maze and watched 2 POZ dudes assail a Youth of 19 He was getting slammed in both ends. The scene evoked a pangs of jealousy. I wished I were him. But I'd been there hundreds of times, witness my semi-celebrity status as a survivor. I knew my POZ brothers would do a good job, turning the Boy into a Crazed Cum Slut who'd cum back again and again until he finally got AIDS. The sixtyish Top was mustached, a slender 5'9, with a 7" Cock. My other POZ Bud was in his fifties, 5'10", with an uncut 6-1/2. My mustached Pal gave me the high-sign—they were doing it bareback. They repeatedly fed the Kid Poppers, and he compliantly sniffed from the little brown bottle. I watched until my stached friend slapped Junior's Ass—a portent of what was to Cum. He moaned and splattered the Kid's guts with POZ Spooge. Greatest Spectator Sport in the world! Not to be out done, the Dude fuckin' the Kid's mouth shot down the Boy's throat. Unprepared for such a voluminous infusion, the inexperienced Teen began gagging. I prayed for any oral ulceration which might give the Virus a foothold, then headed for the john where I knew my Brothers would assemble to cleanse themselves of all traces of the Act. "How was he?" I inquired enviously. "Fuckin' Incredible, Man! The Kid's Ass was so soft and tight—an Ass to die for. Makes me wanna quit takin' Meds." I knew my Bud already took his Meds so erratically and sporadically, that he must have built up quite a resistance by then. As I headed back to the Maze to find a Twink of my own, the Kid scooted past toward the lobby and exit—as if he could escape the Seeds of Destruction bored into his Ass.- 3 replies
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It was the weekend and I was craving some hot, messy Spooge. I don't know what it is about me, but having my Mancunt shot full of Jizm is programmed into my system. I can't go too long without suffering from Cum Deprivation. In my opinion, a Fuckhole, male or female, exists primarily for the purpose of getting spunked and getting bred (i.e, POZZED). There's nothing hotter than a guy with POZ Spooge oozing out of his hot slimy Hole. Online I got hit on by a couple guys whom I invited over. The first was a 22 year old Hispanic, about 5'10" with shaved balls and a nice thick 6 inches. In seconds, my little Cholo had his Dick up my Ass, fucking the Shit outta me. Those HIV Meds will do it to ya every time. My Butt started making those squishy sounds—a sure sign that I was getting bred bad. Whispering in my ear, the Youngster rasped in his heavy Latin accent, "You like that, doncha?" I could only grunt my approval. The dude nailed me every which way--on my back with my legs twisted over my head—and on my knees as his fingers scratched and milked my Nips while I, my lips pressed to my cell, gave directions to Top#2. When it seemed like I could take it no longer, the nasty Fucker grabbed my Dildo and, pressing it and his Dick against my Pucker, simultaneously plunged both into me. Beaten senseless by the assault, I didn't know whether I wanted him to continue till I heard myself bellow, "Fuck me harder! Cum up my Ass!" The air was rife with our man smells--our sweat, the juice from my Ass, and the Spunk from his Cock, all intermingled in a heady, intoxicating aroma that pervaded the room. There was no escaping the pervasive odour of promiscuous Mansex. He tore the Dildo out of my Ass, pulled me to my knees, and fucked me like there was no tomorrow, before spunking my Hole with a beautiful warm, gushing flood of Death Seed. I could not move, because his arms were wrapped tightly about me; but I did manage to grind my buttocks against his pelvis to ensure we remained one in the same. I live for the joy of taking Jizz up the Ass and wanted him aware of my gratitude for the Gift and how much I appreciated his contribution. I was likewise aware that his beautiful Fuckstick had been indirectly exposed to hundreds of Loads from my previous Lovers, and all the risks (e.g., HIV, Clap, the Syph, and Hep that went with them. It blew my mind that he was only 22 and so horned up that he was willing to do a Cumslut like me—who opens up for any Fag who wants to fuck him. When he said I looked younger than my years, I wasn't sure if he meant he liked 'em boyish (which I am) or innocent (which I most definitely am not). What he didn't know was that this "boy" (who goes out of his way to avoid getting tested) regularly takes 2 or 3 loads a night and 10 to 20 on weekends. We lay united for a while, and a few minutes later, he shot again—that time Hot Gold—his Piss soaking my Cunt and my Guts. It was all there—his Piss and Cum and my Ass Juices—swirling and churning in a brownish Toxic Blend in my convulsing Mancunt. I imagined this Toxic Brew siphoning back through his Piss Slit, winding down through his urethra, squeezing through microscopic tears in his capillaries, and burrowing into his T's, where it could fester--later to devastate his mind and body. He left in an hour. I had two other piggy visitors that night, each of whom marked his territory in my Pussy. Such is the way of true love.
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Eric — On the H.S. Swim Team, somewhat of a Wuss Tim — His Rebellious Pal on the Baseball Team Steve — Gay with an Affinity for Violence It started as a prank. Tim and Eric were high school buds, just turned 18, who pulled progressively ludicrous pranks on one another. First Eric taped a "Hit Me" sign on Timmy's back, who was slapped silly by his classmates. So Tim mixed red dye in Eric’s shampoo. His blonde hair turned orange in the gym shower. They all got a chuckle out of that. Tim thought it would be cool to advertise his buddy on a gay chat room. The ad read "I wanna be used as a Boy Slut! Cum Fuck Me! I need it bad!" He included Eric’s stats, email address and cell number. Eric spent the next couple days replying to emails and phone calls, explaining he wasn't gay. He was pissed, and vowed to get even with Tim for all the trouble. One Friday he hid his friend's clothes and car keys during baseball practice and Tim had to walk three miles home in uniform. To top it off, it rained. After that, they mutually agreed to forgo further pranks. Better to stop before irreparable hard feelings came between them. They went out on a double date a few nights later. They were two of the hottest guys in school and never lacked for company. Eric was a swimmer—blonde, blue-eyed, slim, and muscled. Tim played baseball and had a killer butt—brown hair, green eyes and a great bod. That Friday they were somewhat tired, so instead of trying to get laid, they decided to get wasted. They dropped the girls off at their houses and went to Eric's. His parents were away. A friend at the local gas station scored them some beers. A hour later, they were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Eric's cell rang. "Yeah?" he answered. "Is this the Boyslut? I’m willing to fulfill your needs." "Crap! Listen, you stupid faggot, it was all a prank, so go fuck off!" "Just watch your language, Junior. Don't fuck with me." "Go screw yourself!" Eric hung up and turned off the phone. Tim giggled. "Geez, Tim, that was rotten of you. I’ll have to change my number." "Yeah, that was stupid. No more pranks, OK?" The boys were well on their way to getting soused, when the door bell rang. Wobbling to the door, Eric opened it. A mustached dude, in leather jacket, jeans, and cap stood on the porch. "Can I help you?" "This Eric Lawson's house?" "Yeah." "You Eric?" "Yeah." The intruder backhanded Eric and sent him sprawling to the floor. Before Eric could stand up, the stranger pulled him to his feet. "Listen, Punk, I’m the one ya called a ‘Stupid Fag’." "Bu... bu... but. how did you find me?" The man twisted his arm and Eric shrieked in pain. "Unimportant. I want an apology." The man, Steve, smelled beer on Eric’s breath and realized the young jock was close to drunk. He pushed Eric to his knees, but then heard footsteps. He pulled out his gun. Tim ran in to see what the commotion was. He saw Eric kneeling on the floor, a big guy with a gun standing over him. "Who are you?" asked a frightened Tim. " You got it wrong, kid. Who are you?" "I'm Tim." "Eric's brother?" "No. A friend." Steve realized Tim was also drunk and figured they were home alone. This was better than he’d expected. He worked construction, and had the build to prove it—tall and strong—mid 30’s. He was gay, but in the closet to all of his friends. He used the internet to hook up and frequented local gay haunts. And, Steve was the type of guy for whom, if he didn’t find a willing mouth, an unwilling one would do as well. The first had been a hitchhiker. Steve had been horny as hell after spending hours in the park alone. He saw the young guy jogging toward him, thumb in the air. A quick look at his legs and butt made him swerve off the road. Once the jogger was in the car, Steve made his move, but was promptly rejected, so Steve turned down a deserted road, punched the half-nude jogger into submission, and raped his ass. He spent a couple of sleepless nights worrying about the cops, but finally concluded the breeder had been too humiliated to report anything. He wondered if the guy were still neg since Steve had been diagnosed POZ a year earlier. The second time was equally unplanned. He’d been drinking at a gay bar when a Pretty Boy, a twink, came into the bar. The uppity twink eyed the other patrons as if none of them deserved to breath. Truth was, no one there could hold a candle to the twink, who nevertheless should have been more polite. Steve was mellowed out that night, so he ignored the twink until the later made the mistake of approaching Steve. The arrogant SOB eyed him disdainfully then walked away. Naturally that pissed-off Steve, so when the twink left the bar, Steve followed him. When the twink opened the door to his apartment, Steve overpowered him. Punching and slapping Mr. High-Falutin’, he dragged him to the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and gagged him. The twink was probably was usually a top - his ass was extremely tight. Steve licked the twink's tears from his cheeks and whispered in his ear that he was too hot for his own good. Steve spermed AIDS jizz up the twink's ass and went into his kitchen to get a drink, while the twink sobbed on the bed. Still horny, Steve fucked the twink a second time. The blood on his dick told him the twink had gotten what he deserved. Taking the twink's briefs as a souvenir, Steve dressed and left. He still beat off in them from time to time. Steve mulled over what to do with these two queers. His day had been a bad one. He’d screwed up at work and was almost fired. When he got to his car, his tire was flat. He’d looked over the boards he’d always used. Though it had been published a week before, Eric’s (or rather Tim’s) ad excited him The author described himself as 18, 5'10”, blonde hair, blue eyes, swimmer’s build, and anxious to get laid. But Eric had been extremely rude. Steve was sensitive about being called a “Fag” so he decided to scare the shit out of the Punk. He would pistol-whip the cunt, then head-out to his favorite cruising spot. Using a “Find Anyone, Anywhere” service he subscribed to, he got Eric’s address and headed out. When he found the two teens alone and drunk, he realized how blessed he was. Since they were drinking openly, he figured the parents wouldn't be home that night. Tim conjectured Steve was a thief. Eric, for his part, was sobbing on his knees. He was a jock and popular, but kind of a wuss. Between sobs Eric blubbered, "He's the guy I hung up on and called—a name." “Listen, Mister, I’m the one who wrote that ad.” “Yer the queer? You ain’t got blonde hair.” “We’re not queer. We’re both straight. We were out on a date—with girls—tonight. It was just a joke. A trick I played on my buddy.” "Don’t matter none. Yer boyfriend here called me a ‘Fag.’ An’ I want an apology.” Turning to Eric, Steve said "Now kiss my ass, you fuckin’ fairy!" "Leave him alone!" Tim lunged at Steve. He figured that, with Eric’s help, they could subdue the dude before he fired, but Steve caught him squarely on the jaw. Tim went down. Eric screamed! Steve fired at a crystal vase, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Eric fell silent as he realized the gun might next discharge at him. "Don’t make me shoot ya!" Eric was crying openly and knelt over his friend. "Is he dead?" "I hardly think so." "Please, sir. I’m sorry. Don't hurt us anymore." "Sorry don’t cut it, sonny. Ya gotta pay." "My money’s in my room." "I’m not into thievin’." "What do you want?" "I wanted you to apologize, but I've changed my mind. I want you to suck me off." “I think I’ll just apologize." “Too late. Hit your knees, cocksucker.” "I can’t suck you! We told you. We’re not fags!" "Either that or the crisco-treatment.” Realizing his prerogatives were limited, and anxious not to aggravate the seemingly unstable intruder any further, a resigned Eric quickly decided it was better to give a blow-job than it was to run the risk of being shot, so he nodded his assent. "First we gotta do somethin’ ‘bout that friend a yers. Don't want him interferin’ none." Eric led Steve to the garage where they found some ropes. They went back to the dining room where Tim lay moaning. He had Eric bind Tim's wrists and swab his bleeding lips. Now—take off his jeans and sneakers." "Why?" "So he don’t fuckin' run out on us, you stupid fuck!" Eric removed Tim's jeans. A delighted Steve smiled to the see Tim's muscled legs and tightly packed-Speedo (a vestige of the double-date that night). Steve was having second thoughts about letting the boys off quite so easily. An’ the Speedo." Remembering the vase, Eric pulled off Tim’s Speedo, exposing his buddy's shriveled dick and balls. Obeying Steve's unspoken order, Eric planted the Speedo squarely in Steve’s outstretched hand. The man’s cock twitched as he stuffed them in his pocket. He knew he’d be jerking off in them. "Now strip for me." Eric gulped, unbuckling his belt. He slid down his jeans. He was wearing the same bikini briefs he had put on for the double-date. Steve whistled. Eric blushed. He finished taking off his jeans and sneakers, hoping against hope that there would be no further order. Not so. "Hand me the bikinis, dick-wad." Grudgingly Eric handed them to Stevie, who held them over his nose and inhaled deeply of teen sweat and musk. "Cum over here." A petrified Eric stepped next to Steve who pinched the Eric's pink nips. Eric tried to suppress a moan, but his cock began to twitch. Steve held the gun in one hand, and, with the other, fondled Eric's body. Almost on autopilot his fingers crept up the crevice of the Eric’s ass, nudging the teenager's hairless pucker. Eric trembled while the man held him tight and licked his neck; but when he tried to pull away, he felt the cold gun barrel in his ass crack. "I don’t want to hurt you, Baby," Steve whispered almost apologetically as he tongue-fucked Eric's ear. Eric let out a involuntary moan as waves of arousal and repulsion coursed through his groin. Steve was wholly turned on by the squirming kid. Steve passionately he kissed Eric, who, totally off guard, did not resist. Steve’s tongue freely roamed the Eric's mouth, inhaling the stale stench of beer. Contemptuously he pushed Eric to his knees and pulled him to his crotch. "Unzip my pants. Take out my cock." Reluctantly Eric unbuckled the man's belt. Stevie took off his jacket and tossed it on the carpet, while the Eric fumbled with his zipper. Steve wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the man's erect cock sprang out, striking Eric in the face. Intrigued, the young man scrutinized the large rod. Feeling nauseous, he was revolted, yet curious. He had never personally considered sucking cock, but now that his choices were limited, he wondered briefly what the bitches felt, and why they were so reticent to suck. He didn't have much time to contemplate the matter because the order came in quick sequence "Suck It!" The command echoed through his brain. Was he really going to do this? The room spun until Steve struck his lips with his big shaft again and roused him from his reverie. Teary-eyed, Eric implored the man. "Mister, I’ve never…." "Lick it all over." Reluctantly Eric took the large pole in his mouth. How hot it felt! Much hotter than his own! It was weird sucking another man's dick; but he told himself it was just the same as his own. He licked the head, precum covered his tongue. He wanted to gag, but he had to admit it tasted sweet and none too bad. He gulped and swallowed. On the floor, Tim was coming round. His jaw ached, and his lips hurt like hell. It took him a while to get his bearings. He wondered if the big man were gone. The house was quiet—except for a slurping sound. He tried to touch his lips but found he was bound. H e made out two fuzzy images. Focusing, he was stunned to see his best friend sucking on stranger’s cock. In addition, Eric was naked and aroused. "That's it, boy, Suck it good!" Steve had a dilemma—whether shoot down the kid’s throat or go for the gold. "Eric?" Steve’s cock slipped out of his mouth as Eric turned to observe his injured pal. Steve grabbed his hair and pulled him back. "Suck it, pretty boy. I’ll tell ya when to stop" and to Tim Steve said "Glad ya decided to join us, Beautiful. Thought you were out for good." "Why are you making him do that?" "I’m not makin’ him do anything. Look at him—lappin’ up my cream like he’s done it all his life—or wanted to. Don’t ya get it, Pal? Yer friend’s a fag!" Eric tried to pull off, but Steve grabbed his head and fucked his mouth. "I’ll tell ya when to stop, cunt face.” Tim hissed “You’ll pay for this, you S.O.B.! The cops are gonna bust your ass." Steve was not at a loss for words: "Yeah, but be sure to tell ‘em ‘bout the ad an’ how ya played along. You won’t have to tell yer friends at school a thing. You know the rumor mill. An’ goodness, what will yer parents think? That they raised two fags? I’m sure everyone will understand.” The two teenagers looked at the Steve apprehensively. "Eric, baby—time to suck your bud." "WHAT?!" both friends exclaimed. Steve picked up the gun again. Obediently Eric knelt between Tim's legs, licked Tim's shriveled dick. Tim may have grimaced and grunted, but a mouth-is-a-mouth, and soon his cock stood up. " From now on, you two faggots’ll be sixty-nine-in’ day and night! I know." "Fuck you to hell" was Tim's reply, but his cock did not soften, even when Steve said "Come to think of it, I'd rather fuck Eric here. Such a sweet ass! Now Eric-boy, blow Timmy like ya mean it. Show him ya love him.” Hoping to buy time, Eric bobbed up and down inexpertly on Tim's cock, only to realize that Steve was kneeling behind him, had pulled his cheeks apart, and was appraising his hole. Although Eric couldn't know it, the hole was pink, tight and hairless. "Boy, I think I’m gonna give your pucker what it deserves." "Don't hurt me, sir!" Steve slapped Eric on the butt. "Never say no to me, Boy. I’m gonna fuck that ass of yours—or fist ya. Got any crisco? No? Well, in that case, fistin’ might sting a bit. But you can handle my fist. I can tell." Eric knew there was no way out, so he started sucking as he supposed a real faggot might—anything to appease the intruder. Tim felt his balls shrivel, as pre-cum boiled from his dickhead. Eric felt betrayed that his pal was getting off, but Tim’s arousal only inspired Steve more. Steve began kissing and biting Eric's Mancunt. The Kid squirmed, and Stevie knew he was turned on. Encouraged, he worked his tongue up Eric’s Manhole. In response the Teen sucked Timmy harder. Steve added a finger to the mix. "Damn, you taste good, Shithead! Problem is, yer just too tight! I’m gonna have ta stretch you out a bit.” Steve spat on his Shaft and Eric’s Cunt. He knew that wasn’t lube enough, and he wished he had the Poppers in the car. Undeterred, he pushed on in. Actually Steve had a secondary agenda. He’d become convinced, given the ease with which Eric had acceded to his demands, that the Boy was Gay, and was determined to bring his inclinations to the fore. Eric, for his part, clenched his tight Pussy, but his resistance was no match for Steve’s strength and prowess. He screamed when the Steve’s Dickhead popped in. It felt like one of Timmy’s ball bats up his Ass. Steve quickly muffled the Boy’s screams with his big fist, and, pulling the debauched Youth to him, plowed on in. Tim saw the pain on Eric's face—eyes bugging out, cheeks blushed and flushed, as tears meandered down the crevices of his contorted face. Steve impaled him all way. The debased Youth lay on top of Timmy, their genitals in touch. The Boys, soaked with sweat and tears, were pummeled savagely by the undulating Faggot. Tim kept telling Eric it was OK, who, beside himself with pain, sought ANY distraction, and was face to face with Timmy. So he kissed Timmy’s blood-caked lips—anything to alleviate the soreness in his Rectum! For his part Timmy knew was that he mustn’t reject his Pal—not in that crisis! Wantonly Steve pulled out of Eric’s grievously abraded Flesh and plowed back in. His onslaught mashed their Dicks together; and, despite themselves, they grew erect. The grunts of the three males filled the room. Eric's Prostrate was stimulated by Stevie. The Youngster’s Cock, in turn, was flush against Timmy’s. Eric couldn't hold back any longer and shot on their flat stomachs. Tim felt the stickiness, and wondered if Eric were Queer indeed. It seemed that Eric had too readily acceded to Steve’s demands. They’d always been inseparable—had played ball and learned to swim together. While Tim couldn’t condone Eric’s inclination, he couldn’t blame him either. He’d always figured Gays were born, not made. If Eric was Queer, it wasn’t his fault; and he couldn’t reject him—not after all those years. Steve fucked the Boy till his Dick spasmed in the bloody Hole. As he climaxed, he grunted out loud. Steve had been POZ so long, and barebacked so routinely, it never occurred to him that he might infect the Youth. Regardless, bareback was the only way to go, and condoms were the last thing on his mind. All he knew was that he had to breed that Virgin Hole. If Eric got POZZED, it was the luck of the draw. Sated, he withdrew. Eric sighed in relief, but that didn't last long. Steve ordered Eric to fuck himself on Timmy’s Cock. Eric had totally succumbed and knelt over his Bud. Tim moaned as he felt his Manhood enveloped by the tight, moist bloody Hole. "Like what Eric’s doin’ to ya, Timmy boy? You kin have him anytime, ya know. Bet he feels a hole lot better than any Girly Pussy." Eric rode his Pal for less than a minute when Tim's grunts told him his Bud was cumming. Steve made Eric get off, to garner a look at Tim's belly and Cock, which were covered with a mixture of blood, Ass Slime, and Cream. "Now, Eric, lick your Bud's Dick clean. His stomach, too!" Eric did as he was told, rationalizing that it was only a harmless blend of body fluids and white-yellow Spooge. The latter he quickly discounted, admitting it didn’t taste that bad—just kind of bland and bitter. What he didn’t know was that the Bug was already coursing through his Bloodstream. He later rationalized that was what turned him Queer. You know—POZ already—so who gives a hoot? But had he known what he learned later, he would have concluded that Sodomy was just Icing on the Cake of Sex. Meanwhile, Stevie ogled Eric’s Puffy Red Asslips and admired his handiwork. "OK, TIMMY, YOUR TURN." "What! Me? No Way!” “Eric, sit on Timmy’s face! I want him to suck all them Juices outta you!" "You’re a sick Fucking Bastard! I won’t do it!" Steve began squeezing Timmy's Nuts. Tim screamed and kicked. “S’OK, cause Eric’s gonna end up yer Lover, anyway. Now—start felchin’!” "No!" "I’ll stuff those Fuckin’ Nuts right down your miserable Faggot throat if you don’t do it.” “ERIC, I SAID SIT ON HIS FACE!" Anxious to spare his Buddy further pain, Eric knelt over Timmy, his Butt inches from his mouth, and slowly lowered his Ass to his Pal’s torn lips. Tim, whose Balls throbbed in agony, began to munch on Eric’s Cunt. "That’s better. I want you to eat out all the Jizm outta that Sweet Boy Pussy. Half of it’s yers, ya know. You love yer little Boyfriend, don’tcha? So lick his Mancunt and make him feel a little better after the shellackin’ we just gave him." Steve grew horny watching the two Jocks get it off. He pulled the Boys apart and used another rope to tie Tim's ankles, passing it behind his neck. His legs were spread, and his knees pressed to his chest, his Straight Virgin Hole defenselessly exposed. Apprehensively Tim watched Stevie’s every move, anticipating he was gonna get fucked too. "Sorry, Sonny, but I can’t put up with your shenanigans no longer. Now yer outnumbered 2-to-1. You can either cum along or go along. Bet yer a better fuck than Eric, anyway.” Steve thought that Tim’s rebellious hairy Hole was the Sweetest Pussy he’d ever seen. He leaked POZ Jizm like a faucet, That go-round he did consider the impact of a bareback fuck on Timmy’s health, but the Bug was a minor price to pay for what was at stake—his sexual gratification and the Boys’ relationship. Enthusiastically he licked Tim’s Cunt, nibbling on the tender Ass Lips, shoving his tongue in far as it would go. Tim squirmed and sobbed, as waves of forbidden Man Lust coursed through his bod. Not wanting the Youth to feel too good, Steve finger-fucked him deep and dry with a sadistic pleasure. He was tempted to drive his whole fist in, but wanted something left for Eric. Regardless, this was gonna be one of his best Fucks ever! Through glazed eyes Tim saw Steve pull off his socks, then felt a tickle as Stevie licked his feet. Fleetingly he thought how weird, till Steve shoved one sock down his throat. The Man knelt before Tim’s upturned Ass. Without even Spit (the little Fucker had it cuming), he rammed his whole Shaft up Rebel Boy’s Ass. If Timmy were not gagged, the whole block would have heard of his trauma; but, as it was, only Steve and Eric divined his fate. His face went white, then red, then purple, as the Big Man ripped his Ass. "Yeah, Kid. I’m takin’ your Virginity. I'm gonna Cum inside ya, Boy—impregnate you; an’ ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.” He forced his bloody lips apart and spat in his mouth. He definitely wanted to POZ the Boy—teach the little Whore a lesson. Eric had been too easy, and that had kinda disappointed Steve. But Rebel Boy was a dream cum true. He knew the two would become Lovers. A few nights of barebacking and Timmy would be bred, if Stevie hadn’t done the job himself. He humped the Virgin Boy with savage abandon, waves of heinous pleasure emanating from the cruel Shaft embedded up the Bloody Ass. Thanks to Eric earlier, Steve felt he could go on forever. Tim’s mind was whirling. His lacerated Asshole bled profusely, lubing the Killer Stanchion so it could titillate his Prostrate. The previously defiant Timmy grew erect as a triumphant Stevie massaged the newly engorged Member. He had the unrepentant Youth exactly where he wanted him—responding to his Faggot Overtures. Indeed, the Boy was overcum by the intoxicating Man Lust known only to Queers and Faggots. He began to gyrate hysterically in sync with Stevie’s thrusts—until, at last, unable to repress his new found proclivity, he climaxed on his abdomen. His contractions, coupled with the involuntary clenching of his Shithole, sent Stevie over the edge. He collapsed on the Youth as NEG Boy Slime united them. Intending to administer as much hedonistic pain as possible, he sunk his teeth deeply into Timmy’s neck, while simultaneously douching his decimated Rectum with POZ Spooge. Tim felt the Diabolic Potion infiltrate his Anus as crimson teeth marks blossomed on his neck. Steve looked at Eric, who was erect in front of him. "Wanna do somethin’ nice for Timmy, Eric?" Steve untied Timmy whom he was certain would cause him no further grief, then pushed Eric down, positioning his still erect Tool at the entrance to his Bud’s ravaged Hole. "Fuck your Boyfriend. Show him your Love." Eric looked pathetically at Steve, who guided his the Youngster’s dripping Shaft to Timmy’s violated Pussy. Like it was second nature to him, Eric impaled his Boyfriend with a violent plunge. He moaned with pleasure while Timmy wept. No longer giving a shit what Timmy felt, Eric pillared his lifelong Friend relentlessly, relishing in his entombment in the Youth’s torn Cavity. Stevie pulled the bloodied sock from Timmy's mouth. The sex-crazed Youth bit Timmy’s lips causing them to bleed again. Steve had never been so turned on in all his life. To his perverted way of thinking, he’d created two new Faggots where there had previously been none. But he’d forgotten something. He wasn’t done. His Rod grew turgid. Kneeling over Eric, he impaled the debauched Eric once again, forcing him into Timmy deeper. Eric spasmed his adulterated Seed in Timmy, and fell on top of him, as Steve put the finishing touches on the deed. Facilitated by some fancy footwork, he surprised the Boys by spooging down Eric’s thirsty throat, flooding it with Poison Jizm, and forced the Teen to pass the Gift to Timmy’s bleeding lips. By then neither Youth required much persuasion. Mission accomplished, Steve reapprised the Boys of how they’d be ridiculed if they exposed their secret. Glancing about the room for the missing bullet casing, and finding none, he urged the Jocks to think up a good one about the vase. Back home, he jacked off twice that night into Eric’s briefs and Timmy’s Speedos. He was happy and content—for the time being.
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I emailed this Top whom I’d met on an all male site. He was 56, a businessman and Top, 6'1, 195, salt and pepper hair, strictly barebacked, and never pulled out. He said was interested taking me for my virgin ride. I had tried it once before, but chickened out; and the Dude shot all over my back. After numerous emails, we decided to meet. I got to the coffee shop at his hotel an hour early. I was nervous and sat in the car, playing the radio, thinking, but not hearing. Should I go through with it? Finally, I committed to go all the way. When I entered the restaurant, I immediately recognized his blue shirt and slacks. We greeted each other and sat down at the bar. He looked as advertised, maybe a bit older, but definitely in good shape. We talked in the corner. I told him that I wanted to take his Cum bare and deep. He warned that once he started, he wouldn’t pull out, and said he’d tie my hands, maybe my legs, maybe gag me, and go for my Pussy. Foolish and naïve that I was, I agreed. I’ll never know why. I knew that he might be POZ. He admitted as much when he said he’d never been tested. We got in the elevator. He had a big hardon and pulled my hand to his crotch. We walked, to the end of the quiet, deserted hall. He used his card key and hung a "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the door. He turned and kissed me passionately. I responded, French kissing him back. My knees were like jelly, and I was shaking ever so slightly. No, I wasn’t cold. It was my nerves. He told me to strip and kneel on the carpet. I did as he ordered, pealing off my clothes slowly, in a delaying tactic, piling them ever so neatly on a chair. I was willing, but needed time. I’d used several enemas before cuming to the hotel, so I was ready. Meanwhile, I heard him peeing in the bathroom. He’d stripped off his clothes and came out nude, facing me in front of a full-length mirror. Hairy chest, some stomach, but strong hairy legs, hairy pubes, balls, 7-inch Dick rather thick, and fully erect. He told me to suck him, but that lasted for only minutes before he guided me to the bed. The taste his Precum lingered on my lips. He pushed me down on my back, arms over my head, anchoring them to the bedstead. He stuffed a pillow under my buttocks and started to rim me. God, did that feel great! With my Butt elevated toward the ceiling, he tied a rope over my stomach, cushioned by a towel, then under the bed, thereby immobilizing me on the mattress. I was dripping Precum like there was no tomorrow. There I lay with my quivering Mancunt open and exposed, an inviting receptacle for Any Man’s Seed. “Did I need to be gagged?” “No!” I replied adamantly; though he pointedly dug a Ball Gag out of his suitcase, and laid it on the bed stand, in case I got loud. At that point, I almost panicked, but was determined not to chicken out. He mounted me, kissing me deeply, pushing his Cock Head he’d prelubed with Vaseline into my Pussy. With a slow rocking motion, he was in to the hilt, then paused, waiting for me to adjust. He said simply, "Let's Fuck!" He started pumping slowly, then furiously, my legs propped round his neck. He fucked only for minutes till his breathing grew labored. I was nervous about the upcuming Load. What if he were POZ? Yeah, I was prepared to be barebacked; but was I also ready for the Bug? I’d never given it much thought. How would I tell my Doc I needed to be tested? What would he surmise? He’d been our family physician since I was a kid, Maybe I’d have to find someone else. I knew he wouldn’t pull out, and I wasn't going anywhere. He was going to get what he wanted; and maybe I’d get what I didn’t. He told me he was going to shoot and asked how badly I needed to be bred. I told him I was nervous, afraid, but wanted him more than ever before. We were sweating up a storm. He kept piston-fucking, both of us breathless. He held a bottle of Poppers under my nose, I mean, not for a second, but a whole goddamned minute. My head was spinning, and I wondered how wise I’d been to take that Viagra I’d “borrowed” from Dad. My Ass was more open than I’d ever thought possible. I was ready to be bred, whatever that meant. More ready than ever. Right then his Dick and my Pussy were the only things in the whole world important to me. One more thrust and he started spooging. He fucked me harder, growling as he went along. He kept his hot pubes nailed to mine, his Cock deep in my Hole. An incredible feeling of warmth welled up inside me. His Dick spasmed repeatedly as ropes of Raw Jizm spurted into my Cunt. I could hold back no longer and shot all over his belly. He lay, still, atop me, telling me that he needed to rest, and that his Seed needed time to germinate, for me to be properly bred. At last he pulled out, telling me I was his Pussy Boy and he was my Master. In a sense, he was right. I regarded him as my second father, husband, or something; and I was his Pregnant Bitch. He began biting my Nips grabbing my Buttocks, and roughly yanked my ankles apart—I suppose to prove his dominance over me. At that point, it didn’t matter. I let him do as he willed. I was exhausted, sweaty, cum-fucked, and accepting of my Status in Life. What a great feeling it was to fuck without Condoms, to feel his bare Dick thrust in and out of my Hole, the spasms when he pumped his Load, and the warmth of his Jizm. But that wasn’t the end of it. We did it twice more that afternoon. I was already stretched out and prelubed with his Cum, and no longer needed to be bound. I can't wait for next time. To be frank, I don’t know if I can wait for him to cum back to town. I may have to find someone else—just for the interim—you understand. There’s a park near our house. I think I’ll give it a try. I’ve never been, but I’ve heard stories of what goes on there after dark.
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I'd been talking to this Dude for months. He's POZ. Nice guy. We talked on the phone, exchanged emails, and met once or twice on neutral grounds, like coffee shops and restaurants. Till then we hadn't done anything. Fucking hot bod. A Daddy type. Perfect for me. I'm 28, brown eyes and hair, smooth, and boyish overall. He's in his late 40's, divorced, solidly built, hairy chest, salt and pepper, with a Cock to kill for. He hadn't done me bare, cause he's POZ. I wasn't. At last not yet. He barebacked, but only other POZ guys. He knew about me—that I was NEG and screwed around. I barebacked, too. Some call me promiscuous; and, yes, I'd done the whole nine yards—the Net, the Baths, Bookstores, and Adult Theaters. He didn't know how bad I needed it. At first he was reluctant cause of my Status, and he feared he'd weaken or give in. The spirit's willing, but the flesh is weak—that kind of crap. But he knew himself. I give him credit. He insisted on staying fully clothed, so determined was he to do nothing to impair my health. But I turned him on enough that he wanted to see my Ass in action. He planned merely to finger me, stretch me, and use his Dildos on my Cunt. Of course I encouraged him, supposing what would lead to what. I can get any guy to fuck me. Case in point. When I showed up at his house, it was touch and go. He bent me over doggy style—to stretch me out. He started with two fingers, then up to his wrist. Shit, was he rough—twirling them inside my Pussy like my Ass Walls didn’t exist. I started making slopping noises. Maybe it was the Crisco—maybe my Ass Juices. But I was fairly sure a good portion of that SLOP was BLOOD. My head throbbed from the Poppers. I begged him to fuck me. How I prayed that god would fuck me, but he wouldn't do it. Instead he shoved a Dildo up my Ass. No Lube—except for the SLOP already in me. That stretched me even further. Again his fingers. I was getting finger-fucked and dildo-fucked at the same time. I was crazed with Lust. I wanted his Cock more than anything. I reached behind and grabbed his Crotch. When he slid the Dildo out, I turned and kissed him, twisting his Nips. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to shoot. He'd said he wanted to see me Cum. He pushed me to my knees, and the Dildo went back in. Or so I thought. FUCK! IT HURT SO GOOD! He crashed and burned. "I'm gonna fuckin' breed you. I'm gonna drill you with my POZ Cock. You want that, don't you, Fag. I'm gonna POZ you—make you mine." We could hold back no longer. Cum splashed everywhere—OUR Cum!. OUR Dicks pulsed on for minutes. OUR hair, faces, chests, guts, and Cocks were awash with Jizm—MY CUNT WITH HIS POZ CUM. And that's how POZ met NEG.
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I met this beautiful young 20 year old at one of the clubs tonight. After talking to him and paying him several compliments about how beautiful he is, I leaned over and quietly asked if he wanted to take a walk on the wild side. His eyes gleamed with unconcealable lust. I had him. We were shortly at my place. No sooner did we get the door closed when I pinned him against the wall and kissed him deeply, grinding my hips slowly into his crotch. I tasted and licked and kissed his warm lips, feeling the hardness of his cock, knowing he wanted to get fucked. And he surely would. Yes! I put my arm around him and guided him to the bedroom, starting to undo his shirt as we went. I sat him down on the bed and continued to undress him, licking his tits and his belly. I slipped his shoes and socks off, and suddenly his jeans and briefs, too. The yeasty, sweaty, spermy scent of healthy uninfected young male wafted up to my nostrils. I buried my face in his delectable crotch, mouthing his balls and inhaling his masculine sex scent. I licked relentlessly, eliciting deeper and deeper moans from his throat. I knew I was going to have him bareback, but he didn't, yet. I buried my face thoroughly in his balls, licking farther and farther down, propping his legs up on my shoulders, teasing my tongue sloooowly into the humid crevice between his sweet buns. "What are you doing?!" he gasped. Young guys like him too often have no idea what rimming is; or, if they do, they have no idea how pleasurable it is. I just smiled to myself, knowing that he was helpless, knowing that I was going to be pumping a steamy hot load of raw poz seed deep into his virgin guts. I really pulled out the stops, thrusting my tongue deep into his succulent asshole like it was some rare candy to be eaten greedily. He was moaning and thrusting his ass into my face with abandon. He needed to get fucked. It was time. "I don't use condoms when I fuck", I told him, and then continued eating his sweet man-cunt. He was silent for just a moment, but he didn't stop grinding his hips into my face. Then he started moaning again. "It's time for you to get fucked", I said matter-of-factly. I reached over for the lube, slicked up, and pushed his legs up and back. He resisted ever-so-slightly, so I flicked my tongue at his puckered little asshole again. That made him twitch and close his eyes and moan. I mounted him and hiked his legs up around my waist and sloooowly pushed my cock into his ass. Little by little I pushed it in and pulled it out, each time penetrating farther and farther until I was inside him all the way, my pubic hair pressed flat against my belly, filling him totally. I looked into his eyes, knowing that this was this lad's first bareback fuck ever, and that it would be my poz seed that would be the first to impregnate him. I fucked him, long and slow and deep and beautifully, masterfully, riding him the way men were meant to ride boys, fucking him raw and deep and hotly, faster and faster, pumping him hard and vigorously now, getting closer and closer to exploding my hot molten poison sperm deep inside his beautiful man-child's ass. I had him pinned beneath me, my cock fucking him relentlessly, preparing to fertilize his virgin ass with my pungent, steamy load of man-sperm. And then I started to cum. I fucked his delightful ass so hard that I could feel the bed beneath him with my cock, as I rammed him hard and lustily. His head banged against the headboard, but he didn't care. He was being fucked beautifully and powerfully, ridden long and well. He had a heated, vigorous stallion astride him, and all he wanted was dick! My hot raw sperm exploded from my cock, filling him, impregnating him, seeping deep into the inner-most recesses of his guts, becoming part of him. I rammed him again and again, making sure he got every drop of my poison. His tight, puckered asshole greedily devoured it, not wanting to let go, not wanting it to end. He wanted more! And so I've given it to him twice more, each time as hot and lusty as the first. His warm, tight little man-child ass has now been seasoned and broken in by my raw flesh, and filled with my raw sperm. He is truly a man now, and a bareback cunt, at that!
