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I was always bicurious. When I was 18, I started dressing like a sissy in thongs, miniskirts, and all the lingerie my sisters wore with their boyfriends. I think my problem is being too androgynous. I even went out at night to walk on the same street where trans prostitutes hung out, and they always mistook me for one of them. I loved the looks, especially from older, depraved men who had a taste for guys like me. I used to go to erotic cinemas or sex shop booths, arriving dressed as a twink that men desired, dressing up in dark places, and going out in heels, stockings, and tight dresses. Of course, I never went beyond just touching, because penetration was still out of the question. It seemed difficult because of the pain and my inexperience. It was on a Halloween night, after drinking, my friends suggested I get some candy ❄️💊. I'd heard it was super easy to find a seller on Grindr, so that's how I went down the rabbit hole, if you know what I mean 🐇... It was then that I first felt like someone new was being born inside me. So many guys, so many possibilities, so many dicks, so many filthy perversions I was about to experience, which gave me a reason to become a drug-addicted whore... When I finally managed to contact someone without a photo and only a checkmark symbol, my stupid, drunk, and inexperienced brain thought, "Why not?" He just looks like someone who sells... How wrong I was about my future parents I answered and they said you were looking for a guy. I said a little fun to buy. They told me the amount and when it would arrive, nothing out of the ordinary. I paid and left, but I was about to realize they were just playing with me. Now I understand, with the experience of a slut I have, I know they were just looking for someone who wanted to get lost and they could use as their new toy. I ate the sweets with my school friends. It was my first time and obviously there was no limit or quantity to start with. Curiously, I imagine they knew how stupid kids like me are. After 40 minutes, a message arrived with a picture of two dicks, one black and one brown, so delicious that I got nervous. My legs trembled as if I had chills. I was so nervous that someone would notice and know my faggot secret. I thought, damn, they look delicious. I replied, "Aaaah, hmmm. Sorry, did you make a mistake?" Or why were the photos meant to make me look straight? How stupid of me, obviously they knew I'm a bottom, I thought. 🙄 Hey, dude, would you like us to pick you up from your party? There's a motel around the corner. You can bring the little bags you bought us. ❄️ Miss Tina was calling me like a damn demon. I answered yes, but I only give blowjobs. They responded with emojis 🤣🤣🤣. "Don't worry, I guess you're in prep," they said. I didn't know what that was, I just said I don't like them hahaha (boy, was I right). "We'll just play, you make the rules," they insisted mockingly. Being young, inexperienced, and not admitting your role in life makes you the perfect toy. 🍒😝 On the way there, they told me the motel we were going to didn't accept three people, so I had to hide in the trunk. I had a bad feeling, but the rush of experiencing something like this for the first time wasn't going to pass me by. 👿 We arrived, and the first thing they told me was not to make too much noise and to follow their instructions. They gave me a suitcase and told me to go to the bathroom to change.. I opened the damn pigs' boxes and they brought me jockstraps, harnesses, a miniskirt, and various dildos, along with a water bottle. For dads and teachers of boys like me, that symbol G means... I got dressed, took a deep breath, and decided to be who I truly am. To this day, I think it's very likely that while I was changing, my future parents hid cameras and recorded what they'll turn me into. 🐇💊❄️☣️ The first thing they did was make me kneel, put Miss Tina on the pipe, and say, "You look so handsome, baby." I blew on it and felt like a demon possessed me. I put their cocks in my mouth with that rancid taste and the strong smell of sweat from a man who masturbated and probably didn't shower. They told me, "Drink plenty of water, boy. Sometimes this is a long time and you're going to need to hydrate..." 💦💦 Part 2 I took a sip from the bottle, that chemical taste, I thought, must be the pipe I'm smoking from. I felt warm, I looked in the mirror, I felt so piggish. I was shaking my ass to turn on my parents who were saying, "You look very young, I hope you're not underage or the same age, okay?" I thought, "How shameless!" But damn, their cynicism while they said it with those devilish smiles and their extra-hard dicks with a metal ring holding them, and ESPECIALLY THAT TATTOO ☣️ which I still didn't know the meaning of but found hot. They made me feel like, "Here, you're the stupid one, shut up and keep going 🔥..." I was getting more and more dizzy, I could barely speak properly, when finally my first time happened... the best feeling of my gay existence. "Dude, get on all fours like in that straight porn that was on the hotel screen," they told me. "See that blonde girl? Think about her, be her... imitate her." I was watching TV and thinking, "Damn, yeah." I got on all fours with my ass up, my waist arched, wearing jockstraps and a miniskirt. I heard my parents say, "Let's put on a condom," when what they were really doing was putting some Coca-Cola powder and Vaseline on one of their dicks. CONDOM YES OF COURSE HUMM here you go baby ❄️ The black daddy grabbed my face and told me how beautiful and young I was, that he liked them exactly like me 🐇 here, take a deep smoke and blow those clouds on daddy's cock ☁️☁️ While the other guy was penetrating me so hard, grabbing my hips and making my little cock swing, to this day I still feel every inch of him inside me. Every time I take a shower, every time I walk and wiggle my round ass, I think of you, daddy. I know you're there waiting for me. After 10 glorious minutes, between each instruction to drink water, blow, suck, and wiggle my ass while their cocks were inside me, I felt sleepy. I lifted my ass higher in my jockstraps and put my head on the pillow. What happened next was a simple Hey kid, wake up, get dressed, we have to go. I nodded. OK... what's up? Wait, you're already dressed. They had a different way of acting, harsher, more aggressive, 😡 demanding that I get dressed quickly and calling me stupid. I guess it's a psychological tactic they use to play with our minds, creating a state of trauma that we fall in love with, which WORKED 🖤♥️💚. I got into the car; they were very serious and staring at me in the rearview mirror the whole time. I told them, "You can drop me off here; I just have to walk home." They looked at me to say goodbye one last time... they touched my cheek and said, "What a fun kid you are. We know that from now on you'll know how to have even more fun. Oh, and by the way, you're welcome. Happy birthday!" Birthdays, what are they talking about? I thought, how weird. When I started walking home, my legs were wobbly and my ass was dripping. I thought, damn, what happened? Was it the lube, the Vaseline? This is the lesson I want to teach when you're feeling down 🚀 What you worry about most is what you forget most easily. I forgot that I used to only suck and use condoms. I discovered what it's like to be free, how beautiful it is to feel flesh on flesh, the sweat, the smell 🐷🐽, which means what real men mean, where the strongest dominate the weakest.

Asleep and Taking Loads My boy and I have been coming up with some fun risky scenarios to play out getting him more comfortable taking raw POZ cock. It totally turns both of us on. Over the past few months, I’ve shared his holes with a few guys, mostly buddies, mostly NEG or POZ and medicated. He suggested lining up a few NEG guys online to come over for some group fun and pretend to be drugged up and knocked out. He figured I’d be there to keep things from getting out of hand, so where’s the real harm, right? He told me that he’d start to moan or ‘wake up’ if he’d had too much and wanted to stop. Plus, I’d get to watch these strangers breed my boy and then fuck their cum into his ass. What could go wrong? My boy decided that Saturday night would be our best bet to get a lot of guys. I placed an ad with a few naked pictures showing his hole full of cock, one of it freshly bred and leaking seed, letting guys know he was serious: GUY TAKING NEG LOADS WHILE PASSED OUT. FUN STARTS AT MIDNIGHT THIS SATURDAY. SEND PICS AND STATS FOR ADDRESS. Within the next two days, I’d had about ten replies. Most were from NEG guys who loved the idea. One was from someone POZ saying how risky it was just to trust people. He went on to say that some POZ guys might just say they were NEG and join the scene anyway. He included a pic of his muscular back with a big biohazard tattoo and a really nice, slightly saggy ass. I knew he was right, but sent the address and instructions to come on in to the rest of the NEG guys who I wanted to see raw top my sleepy boy. Saturday afternoon we had an early light lunch and I got the house ready while my boy lounged in the tub and took his time really deep cleaning. We put the bed in the middle of the room and stripped it of our normal sheets with a black rubber mattress cover in their place. My boy took a few hits of poppers and laid down as I ate his hole. Around 11:45, I heard the front door open and two or three voices chatting as they came up the stairs. My boy winked at me and closed his eyes. Three guys came in and stripped their clothes off as I fingered my boys ass, saying that he was out cold, and they could have their way with him. One guy shoved his cock down my boy’s throat. Another one lined up and spit on his dick before shoving it into my boy. My slutty boy must have been really struggling to not groan or moan on those cocks. The third guy, a real frat boy, seemed to be having a hard time getting it up, so I knealt down suck his cock until it was ready to breed my boy. While I was gobbling the frat boy’s cock, a fourth guy showed up, big muscle guy. I remembered his thick tool from his pics. He stipped off his shorts and winked at me while I went back to sucking the frat boy off. The first two men came, one shooting his load all over my ‘sleeping’ boy’s face and hair. The first top shot his load deep into my boy. When he pulled out there was a white river leaking out. I smeared some cum out of my boy’s bangs onto my cock and pushed their cum into him. I fucked my boy for a few minutes. The first two guys were naked and jerking each other off while the frat boy watched and slapped his thickening dick on my boy’s slack mouth. The muscle guy tapped my ass and told me he was ready for his turn. He was rock hard and truly thick, naked from the waist down, his frame peeking out of a black tanktop. I knew my boy must have been struggling to take it all so fast, even though he was well-lubed and pretty open. I watched from behind as he forced inside my boy, his broad shoulders flexing under that shirt. My boy remained totally silent as the guy stabbed his dick balls deep and then went to hammering. When he was about to cum, he shook his head and said, ‘not yet.’ The frat boy was finally fully hard and slid on into my silent boy. I needed a piss really bad, and the first top told me he was thirsty. ‘Not here,’ I said, and pointed to the bathroom. The guy got in the shower and I pissed into his mouth. He swallowed every drop. We were only out of the bedroom for a minute or two when the frat boy shouted that he was going to cum, and we raced back in to watch him hammer his load into my ‘passed-out’ boy’s hungry hole. The muscle guy was next to my boy’s shoulder with his back to us, tapping a spot on his arm. He jerked his cock as the frat boy came then took his place, not waiting for me to have a turn. The guy grunted and growled as he pummeled my boy’s raw ass but my boy never made a sound. As he force fucked my boy, I watched as his ass flapped around and realized where I’d seen it before. I wasn’t at all surprised when his shirt crept high enough that I could see the points of his biohazard tattoo peeking out, but I was too horny to do anything to stop it. I knew this POZ stranger was about to breed my boy, just like he warned me he would. The muscle stud roared as he filled my boy up. ‘I’m breeding you, boy, filling you up with POZ cum! You like that?’ he asked. The three NEG guys sort of freaked out and made a quick exit, grabbing their clothes as they left. I stood there shocked, but fully hard and about to shoot my load. Still inside my boy, the guy leaned forward, ‘You like this game boy? Want me to call my toxic friends over and share your hole with them? You want me to stop?’ My boy didn’t reply. I knew he wanted to eventually take POZ cum, and was waiting for a sign that it was time to call it a night. I rubbed my boy’s face and tried to ask him if he wanted more, but he just drooled. I was a little freaked out. The POZ muscle top went over to his phone and clicked around. He held the screen towards me and I saw a conversation on it: Person 1: Hey boy. Nice profile. You take raw POZ cock? Person 2: I want to… I have this fantasy. Person 1: Yeah? What’s that? Person 2: I convince my man to host a NEG-only party and pretend to be passed out. But, I get a POZ guy to come over and actually give me something so I pass out and can’t stop him from breeding me. Person 1: Yeah, boy? I could do that for you. I have connections… and maybe some POZ buddies who might be into joining… Person 2: Cool Keep your eyes peeled for an ad. That’ll be us. In case my man doesn’t send you the address, here it is: ********** Person 1: Cool. You really want me to mess you up and knock you out? Person 2: Yes, please. The POZ stud took his phone back and grabbed my hips. He guided my cock into my boy’s puffy cummy hole. ‘You like this scene?’ ‘Yeah,’ I replied. 'Breed him. Mix your seed with mine inside him. He wants this.’ He rocked my hips forwards and backwards faster and faster until I shot my load into my boy, pushing that POZ and those NEG loads deeper inside him. The stud licked his lips as I pulled out and spread my boy’s cheeks. He sucked out as much cum as he could until it was smeared all over his mouth. ‘Clean me!,’ he ordered. I licked all over his mouth as he jammed his fingers in and out of my boy. ‘Good thing you’re into this. My buddies are already on their way over…’

The Well-Hung POZ Twink Breeds My Boy My boy and I love to get him fucked by other guys. There’s something so sexy about him submitting to a big cock. The need to feel it stretching him open and filling him with seed is too much to resist. I love to help him get ready to get dicked down, rimming his hole, fingering lube inside, blowing a buddy’s cock to full hardness, and even slipping it right inside him. I only let him get fucked raw and really love laying down underneath so I can fuck-lick right at his ass while he’s getting pounded. I’ve cleaned up many tops’ cummy dicks after they breed my boy. I enjoy fucking their seed deeper into his slutty opened hole, and Iove eating cum out of him. We’re a good fit. Sometimes I find guys to breed my boy, and sometimes he seeks them out. We were at a bar a few weeks ago and this sexy pretty twink starting grinning at us. My boy sauntered over and chatted him up. I got hard as my boy put his arms around the twink and I watched as the twink licked his fingers then slid his hands down my boy’s jeans. I knew he was fingering my boy when my boy threw his head back. I picked up the tab for all our drinks. When I turned to where they’d been standing, they were gone. I ducked out to the street an didn’t see them. I made my way back to the bathroom and heard the unmistakable sounds of fucking from the stall. I knocked and heard the twink moan as my boy shouted, ‘we’ll be right out!’ I stood guard at the door while this twink pounded my boy. I heard the twink tell my boy he was about to cum and the sound of skin on skin smacking until the twink shot his load, hopefully deep into my boy’s hungry pussy. A few minutes later, they both appeared, flushed and grinning. The three of us left the bar, both me and the twink squeezing my boy’s ass. I wanted to see if there was a wet spot of fresh cum dripping out, so I let them walk a few steps ahead of me. No sign of anything. I asked them if they were done. The twink said he was good for another load and my boy smiled. We piled into my car. I drove as they hopped in the back seat, making out with each other the whole drive home. We were all hard as we entered our living room. My boy made us all a round of vodka sodas. I took the time to get to know the twink a little. His name was Brian, and he thanked me for letting him fuck my boy back at the bar. I asked if he bred him, and he looked at the floor. I told him, ‘hey, stud. I’m into it. You can breed him, especially if I get sloppy seconds!’ He avoided eye contact and told me that he hadn’t fucked raw since he converted. I realized he was POZ. ‘Does my boy know?’ He shook his head. ‘Did you raw fuck him in the bathroom?’ He shook his head again. He’d bagged up and fucked my boy with spit as lube. I knew my boy’s hole would be ragged from a relatively dry fuck. I had a naughty idea. ‘It’s cool man. My boy has a PrEP prescription. And he likes to be filled up. So no worries.’ What Brian didn’t know that my boy decided to go off PrEP a few months ago after some unusual liver function results at his last testing. Brian told me he’d be cool breeding my boy. I grinned. Just then, my boy came back with our drinks. He’d poured doubles and we all drank them down quickly. My boy sat between me and the twink. The three of us made out and groped each other. I got on my knees and shimmied their pants down. I blew the twink’s eight-inch fat cut dick and got it nice and slippery. My boy got on his hand and knees sideways on the couch and blew Brian as I ate his tender hole. It was pink and open from their dry protected first fuck. I lapped at my boy’s ass, smearing my copious precum into him. ‘Boy, this nice twink is going to fuck you now. Raw.’ My boy eagerly nodded and pulled his mouth off of Brian’s dick. Facing me, he straddled Brian’s lap. I spit onto that big raw POZ cock and slipped it inside my boy’s hole. The sight of him slipping right down on that dick must have made me beam. My boy groaned as he adjusted to his girth and sat all the way down on it. I leaned forward lapping at his stretched-out ass lips, then suckling Brian’s big balls. My boy started riding and threw his head back in ecstasy. ‘This is so much better raw!,’ he shouted. He rode Brian until his legs were tired and pulled off. I sucked Brian’s cock down my throat. I tasted the familiar tinny flavor of cum mixed with raw hole. My boy bent over the arm of the sofa and spread his cheeks wide. Brian told me to take over for a minute. I slid right into my boy, making him more slippery as I oozed precum into his guts. Brian wiped the sweat from his brow and took my place. I got on the sofa and cradled my boy’s head as he took Brian’s forceful pounding. This skinny twink could really fuck, and he railed my boy for like ten minutes without stopping. He needed a bit of a break and went to the bathroom to take a piss. My boy and I 69ed on the floor. I lapped at my boy’s balls and hole. I knew I wanted my face right there as the twink filled him up. Brian came back and slid right back inside. After a few pumps, his big dick returned to full hardness and he really hammered my boy’s hole. I knew he was about to cum and pulled told my boy, ‘Get ready. He’s going to fill you up, with POZ seed!’ My boy pulled off my dick and moaned, ‘YES! YES! Please fill me up. Fill me up with your POZ cum! Give IT to me!!!’ Brian roared as he bred my boy as deeply as he could. My tongue was right there as white globs leaked out at the base of his cock. I lapped at the fresh cum and swallowed it down. They caught their breath and eventually Brian’s softening rod slipped out of my boy. A flood of seed poured out of my boy’s guts. Tinged ever so slightly pink, I swallowed it down. Brian slapped his cummy dick against my boy’s ass and my tongue. I made sure to not miss a drop. He got dressed and hopped in a cab, but not before entering his number in my phone. I texted him after he left, with pics of me breeding my boy’s loose used hole. He promised to text me the next time he needed to lose a load.