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Hello, I am an inexperienced Colombian boy. I will be in Bogotá in June-July, hoping to find someone to start me off and fill me up with cum. I am totally friendly 🙈, without rejected loads, all are welcome. I can also use a condom if you want to do stealth mode, but I hope you'll still give me the condom if you don't break it inside me. I'll try to keep a count of loads during Pride 2024, and you can repeat if you want. Last test: Neg, 21-04-2024 Amount loads at 22-04-2024 Stealth loads: 0 Anon loads: 0 Oral loads: 11 Unsure loads: 0 "Heavy" loads: 0 Undetectable loads: 0 Other loads: 0 Take me and do what you want.
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Hi everybody! I’ve written a lot of erotic fiction elsewhere, but this is my first story on Breeding Zone. I’m sure a similar setup has been done in the past, but I thought this would be a fun saga to write. The premise is the path of a virus making its way from person to person, claiming more and more victims (both willing and unwilling). Enjoy! Patient 1: Sam The summer of 1983 was off to a sweltering start. Sam had moved to San Francisco three years ago, but he couldn’t remember a hotter period in the city. He’d stayed inside as much as possible, glued to the small AC unit in the bedroom window of his tiny apartment. Of course, that awful flu from last week certainly hadn’t helped. He’d come down pretty suddenly with a raging fever and horrible muscle aches, confined to his room for almost two weeks. He could barely get out of bed, let alone out into that summer heat. Now that he was feeling better, he was looking forward to finally getting laid. It had been too long since he’d had sex. The last guy he’d fucked had been this totally hot flight attendant he’d met on a flight back to his hometown in Alabama. The guy was a total DILF: mid-30s, blonde hair, thick mustache like a caterpillar. The second Sam stepped on the plane he knew he was gonna fuck this guy. They were barely off the ground before the attendant slipped Sam a note asking him to meet him in the first-class lavatory. When he arrived, the guy already had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it. “Get on your knees,” he said. Sam complied, dropping to the ground and taking the man’s cock into his soft mouth. He sucked him hungrily, bringing the guy’s cock to full, beautiful hardness within seconds. “Bend over the sink.” The man pulled his pants down to the ground. His cock sprang out, wet and hard. Sam had only bottomed once or twice before, but this cock was too delicious to pass up. He unzipped his pants, releasing his throbbing cock from his briefs. He stroked it in his hand as he felt the head of the man’s cock rubbing up against his hole. Then it was pushing its way in, tearing up his insides as it sank deep inside. A little lube would have been nice, though Sam never used lube himself when he was the one doing the fucking. He preferred the natural, slick wetness of a man’s insides. The flight attendant fucked him roughly, grabbing his hips and thrusting him back against his cock. Precum dripped out of his cock, which bounced wildly with every thrust. “Such a tight hole,” the man said with a smirk. “You a virgin?” “Mmph… I’m a top… ugh…” moaned Sam. The man laughed, then picked up the pace, fucking him harder. “Sure you are.” Sam just moaned. The cock was rubbing up against something inside him, and as he stroked his cock, he could feel his orgasm just around the corner. But before he could shoot off, the man shoved his cock deep inside him and groaned. “Take that load… fuck yeah,” said the flight attendant as his cock pulsed inside Sam’s hole. He could feel every burst of the man’s seed as it worked its way deep inside his rectum. It was just what he needed to push him over the edge, spraying his own load over the bathroom mirror as he let out a cry. But that had been a month ago. He stayed with his parents in Alabama for the next couple of weeks, which left him no time (and very little options) for cruising. Then, the second he stepped foot back into the city, he’d been hit with that awful flu. Sam hadn’t gone this long without having sex since he’d lost his virginity at 18. He knew he was a bit of a late bloomer, but he’d wasted no time making up for it over the next three years. At 21, he was still in his sexual prime. He was tall and trim, with a body he’d worked hard for and a pretty sizable dick he’d been blessed with. He practically lived at the baths, spending his evenings after work pumping iron and cruising the sauna. He’d gotten off in more guys than he could count, getting his dick sucked and blowing a load in whichever naive bottom just moved to town. Now it was a Sunday morning, bright and hot as ever. He’d used up his sick pay calling out the last two weeks, so he knew he’d have to go back in tomorrow. Today was his last chance to get laid before the workweek. He pulled on a pair of white jockey Y-fronts and some cutoff jean shorts, his dark brown bush peeking out from the top. A lot of guys these days had started shaving, but he loved how manly he felt with a full, dark bush. There was something so hot about seeing a guy’s nose buried in his pubes. Since it was too hot to wear much more than that outside, he tucked a tank top into his back pocket and headed out the door. As soon as he stepped outside he felt the sun beating down on him. Sweat dripped down his chest, practically steaming off of his hot skin. For a moment he wondered if he was still slightly feverish. Perhaps he should stay home after all. But his cock was too busy leading the way, so he wiped his brow and set off in the direction of the baths, already dreaming of slipping into the cold pool. When he turned the corner, the sight of the man at the end of the block almost made him stop in his tracks. He was short and thick, a perfect mix of muscle and curves that Sam loved on the guys he fucked. Forget the skinny twinks–Sam was all about having something to grab onto while fucking. The guy wore a black tank top and baseball cap, which showed off his dark tan skin and beefy chest. As he got closer, Sam could see that he was probably Latino. He had a thin black mustache on his upper lip, and he was looking right at Sam with a gleam he recognized all too well. They slowed down as they passed each other, each turning their heads to check the other out. Sam got a look at the guy’s ass, which looked full and fuckable in a pair of black workout shorts. He locked eyes with the guy again, who smiled and beckoned him with a subtle nod. The chase was on. Sam turned on his heels, following the hot Latino man down the street. He was growing hard at the anticipation of sinking into that tight hole. He shoved his hand down his Y-fronts to adjust himself, then grinned as the man looked back and saw him. The guy kept walking for another couple of blocks before turning down a street lined with a row of apartments. After a minute, he stopped in front of a tall rust-colored building. Without looking at Sam, he walked up the stairs to the entrance and unlocked the door. For a second, Sam thought he’d disappeared inside without him, but as he made his way up the steps, he could see a hand holding the door open. He put his hand on the other man’s, feeling his soft, warm skin as he slipped inside the apartment and the door shut behind them. Without a word, he followed the guy up the stairs. The man’s ass was an inch away from his face, jiggling deliciously in those black shorts. He stuck his nose in close and breathed deeply, inhaling the man’s musk. He’d have his tongue deep in there in a minute, he was sure. The man stopped on the third floor in front of one of the apartment doors. He turned and smiled at Sam. “Dario,” he said. “Excuse me?” The guy laughed. “Dario. It’s my name.” He had a little bit of an accent that Sam found incredibly sexy. “Oh. I’m Sam.” Dario bit his lip. “Sam… would you like to come inside?” Would he ever! He put his thumb on Dario’s lip, pulling open that soft mouth. He slipped it inside to feel the wetness of Dario’s tongue. Dario closed his mouth around it, sucking on Sam’s thumb like it was an audition. “Fuck yeah,” he said. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. His tongue invaded Dario’s mouth, wrestling for dominance. His hands slid into Dario’s shorts and squeezed that thick, juicy ass. He could feel the heat rising in him, urging him to seed this bottom. But before his fingers could make their way into the holy land, Dario broke the kiss. “Follow me,” he said breathlessly. He opened the door and walked inside the apartment, leaving Sam to follow. The place was small but intimate. It looked like Dario lived alone–good. No interruptions, then. Dario stripped off his tank top. He was smooth all over, a thin layer of sweat covering his light brown skin. Sam reached forward and grazed his fingertips against Dario’s skin. He rubbed his thumbs over the man’s nipples. Dario shuddered and leaned his head back, exposing his neck for the taking. Sam leaned in and ran his lips against Dario’s ear. “What are you into?” he whispered. He was playing with Dario’s nipples, enjoying hearing the bottom boy moan. “Whatever you want,” whimpered Dario. He smiled. Right answer. He latched onto Dario’s neck, kissing and licking and biting him as his hands groped the man’s ass. He reached his fingers underneath Dario’s shorts to feel the rough band of a jockstrap. He pulled it back and let it smack against Dario’s ass, making the man moan again. Then he slid his fingers downward, prying apart those sweaty cheeks to find the sweet hole between them. Dario let out a whimper as Sam’s fingertip brushed against his hole. He gently rubbed the outside of it, feeling the smoothness. Smooth holes always made him rock hard. He stuck the tip of his finger inside and wiggled it deep. “Oh, fuck,” said Dario. Sam cut him off with a kiss. His tongue was rough, fighting its way inside the little Latino bottom. He needed to be inside him and he needed to be inside him now. “Bedroom,” he said gruffly. Dario grabbed his cock through his jean shorts, leading him through the living room to a smaller room at the back. The room was dark and hot, with blackout curtains cutting off the light. A fan was running at full blast, but it did little more than swirl the hot air around the room. “Sorry there’s no AC,” said Dario. “Get on the bed.” Sam pulled off his shorts and underwear, letting his dick spring free. Dario laid back against the bed, but when he reached to grab Sam’s dick, Sam grabbed his hands. “No touching,” he said. “You have rope? Handcuffs?” Dario reached into his bedside table and pulled out a pair of cuffs. “Perfect. Now turn around.” He took the cuffs from Dario, then watched as Dario lay flat on his stomach, arms outstretched. Good boy. He put the handcuffs on Dario’s left wrist, then looped it through the headboard before attaching it to his other wrist. He was leaking like mad, leaving a trail of precum on Dario’s lower back. He pulled off Dario’s shorts to reveal his smooth hole. The boy’s ass was so big it looked like the jockstrap could barely contain it. He grabbed his cheeks and pried them apart, mouth watering as he ran his tongue over that tight pucker. Dario was moaning like crazy now, writhing against the bed as he ate him out. He loved eating a boy’s pussy. They were like putty in your hands if you knew how to work your tongue in their hole. But his cock was hard and angry. It wanted in. He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole and put his mouth against the bottom’s ear. “You want this dick inside you.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes,” whispered Dario. But just as he was about to shove it into that warm, wet slice of heaven, he heard the words that made his blood run cold. “There’s a condom in the drawer.” Sam growled. He had never used a condom in his life. He sure as hell wasn’t about to start now. “I don’t do condoms.” “But haven’t you heard?” Dario looked back at him, eyes wide. “Heard what?” “There’s that thing going around. A virus. My friend in New York was telling me about it. He gave me a pamphlet.” Dario nodded towards the nightstand. It held a small white pamphlet with black lettering that read How to Have Sex in an Epidemic: One Approach. “It says you could get it from getting fucked,” said Dario. Sam huffed. “Well, I don’t get fucked. I fuck. So you don’t have to worry about me, baby–I’m clean.” He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole again, hoping to make the bottom forget about all this condom nonsense. “Mm.. oh fuck.. It’s not… look, man, I hate it too. But you gotta put one on, okay?” Sam sighed angrily. He was half tempted to just walk out of there, leave Dario handcuffed, and find some bottom at the baths who actually knew how to fuck the way God intended. But the boy looked so fucking hot there, handcuffed and helpless. And that hole had tasted so good… maybe it would be worth it, just this once. “Fine. Where are they?” Dario nodded his head to the nightstand drawer. Sam pulled out a roll of condoms, looking at them in disgust. What was he, a fucking hetero? All this condom talk was making his dick limp. He tore off one of the condoms and set it on the table. He climbed further up the bed, grabbed Dario’s head, and turned it to the side, then shoved his cock deep inside the guy’s mouth. He face fucked him for a minute, getting his dick nice and wet and back to full mast. Finally, when he felt hard as a rock, he ripped open the condom and rolled it down onto his cock. “There’s some lube-” “I don’t need lube,” said Sam. He spit on his hand and rubbed it around the edge of the condom. Then, in one fell swoop, he shoved his cock deep inside Dario’s asshole. “Oh, fuck! Dude, you gotta take it easy,” pleaded Dario. So, maybe he was punishing him a little. So what. He deserved it, what with all that condom bullshit. He pulled his dick out halfway, then rammed it back inside. “Oh! Oh, Jesus,” Dario whimpered. Sam rammed his cock in and out, in and out. He was dripping sweat from his forehead onto Dario’s back, running down that beautiful skin and pooling in the man’s lower back. He leaned down and kissed Dario, thrusting his cock deep inside him again and again. He could feel Dario whimpering in his mouth, no doubt struggling as Sam’s cock tore him up inside. But Sam had enough experience to know that soon enough Dario would be begging him for more. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and shoved him face-first in the pillow, plowing the man’s hole with reckless abandon. “Take that cock you fucking faggot,” he moaned. Dario’s hole was unbelievably tight, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of how much better it would be raw. The condom felt tight around the head of his dick, making his cock feel less sensitive. He fucked him harder and faster, channeling his rage into his cock. The condom got tighter and tighter around the head of his cock until it was almost too much to bear. Then he felt it–that glorious pop. The condom had snapped. “Oh fuck…” he moaned. His cock felt like heaven inside Dario’s hole. Now there was nothing between the sensitive head and Dario’s warm, wet insides. There was nothing holding him back anymore. He pulled his cock out and thrust it back in, rubbing his cockhead across Dario’s wet fuck chute. “Ugh… Oh… That feels so good,” Dario moaned. “You like that? Like being fucked by a real man?” “Ugh.. yeah… the-the condom’s still on, right?” Sam rolled his eyes. “Of course it is.” “Uhh… are you sure?” He smacked Dario’s ass, making the flesh jiggle. “Don’t worry about it. Now squeeze your ass on my dick.” Dario put his face into the pillow and arched his back up, squeezing his tight hole around Sam’s dick. “Deeper,” he moaned. Sam smirked as he started fucking him again. These bottoms were so stupid. A little bit of dominance and they’ll do anything you say. He couldn’t wait to paint this boy’s insides with his nut, just like God intended. He was fucking him roughly again, lost in the animalistic heat of the moment. His skin felt like it was on fire, hotter than it had been when he was feverous just a few days ago. He slammed his hips against Dario’s cheeks, holding onto the jockstrap like a horse’s reigns as he fucked the shit out of this boy. “Ugh… oh slow down, that hurts…” He ignored him, picking up the pace as he felt his orgasm build. The only thing that mattered now was his own pleasure. He needed to spill his seed, to breed this boy and mark him as his own. He needed to plant his seed so deep inside of Dario that he would be a part of him forever. “Ugh… fuck… I’m coming!” He wrapped his arms around Dario’s chest, squeezing the boy tightly as he blew his load inside him. His cock was planted as far in as it could go, and he felt nothing but ecstasy as it filled the boy’s rectum with cum. He could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing with his heartbeat. He collapsed onto Dario’s back, his cock twitching as it released its last few dribbles of cum. He put his nose in Dario’s hair and breathed in the boy’s scent. It smelled clean and fresh, like a flower waiting to be defiled. Another job well done. “That was fucking hot,” said Dario, his back heaving as he breathed heavily. Sam pulled his cock out of Dario’s hole, relishing one last feel of the boy’s insides. There was a light pink froth on the outside of the condom, a beautiful mixture of cum and a little bit of blood that he sometimes saw when he pushed a bottom to his limits. When he pulled his cock all the way out, he could see the tip of the condom hanging precariously off. He laughed to himself. “What’s so funny?” Dario asked, turning his head to smile at him. Sam ripped off the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket by the bed. “Nothing. Let’s get you off.” He wasn’t a total douchebag, after all. Just because he cared more about his own pleasure than anyone else’s didn’t mean he didn’t like helping bottoms get off. He released Dario from the handcuffs, then turned the boy on his back and kissed him. His hand traced down Dario’s chest, squeezing his meaty pecs and pinching his dark brown nipples. He trailed down the smooth, sweaty skin of his pecs and stomach until his hand reached underneath Dario’s ass, where he slipped his fingers in the boy’s hole once more. “Ahh,” Dario hissed. “It’s a little sore.” Sam kissed his neck. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. Dario pulled his cock out of the jockstrap pouch, tugging on it as Sam fingered him deeply. He was working the cum deeper into the boy’s hole, careful to remove any trace of his stealthing. After all, what Dario didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. It wasn’t like there was a real chance of him catching anything anyway. Sam had been to the clinic just a couple of months ago and tested clean. What could he possibly have? “Ugh… oh god, yes,” Dario moaned. He was jerking his cock, his hole gripping Sam’s finger like a vice. Sam shoved his finger in as deep as it would go and wiggled it around. “Cum for me. Now!” Dario cried out as his cock began to spurt. The cum flew up and hit him on the chest, covering those beautiful brown nipples in sticky white seed. Sam kissed him, ravaging the boy’s prostate with his finger as he rode the orgasm. God, he loved breeding these boys more than anything but diddling them to completion was a reward all unto itself. He watched the cum spurting out of Dario’s cock less and less until it was just a dribble. “Wow,” Dario whispered once he’d finished cumming. “That was incredible.” Sam smirked. He pulled his finger out of Dario and sucked it clean. He loved the taste of a boy well fucked. Then he pulled on his jean shorts, stuffing the Y-fronts into his pocket. “Can I see you again?” asked Dario. He pulled on his shoes. “I’ll be at the baths if you’re ever up for another round.” It was certainly possible that they’d hook up again, but not very likely. Sam didn’t like to plow the same field too many times–there were so many other holes to conquer. Still, best to let him have a bit of hope. As he left Dario’s apartment, he felt a sudden burst of energy. Instead of heading home, he set off in the direction of the baths. He’d be ready to go again in minutes, of that he was sure. That month off sex had really shaken him. He needed this, a reminder that he was a man meant to breed. Now that he’d gotten off on his latest conquest, he knew there was a whole world out there just waiting to be conquered.
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How Far Does He Cum? I overheard this story from a straight friend. He swears it’s true. I haven’t met his now-wife, Jane, but when I do. I’ll ask her about it. This story has some guy-on-guy contact, but it’s not gay. There is cum, and some of it gets inside a pussy. ___ You know the way college guys brag? I was at a party with my girlfriend, and we stumbled into a conversation about how far we could shoot? At first, I didn’t realize what they were even talking about, and Jane elbowed me. We’d been having safe sex together and monogamously for a while, so I didn’t need to jerk off all that often and reliably wore a condom when with Jane. Jane and I were juniors, and not total geeks. We knew how to have a good time but were very responsible. As Jane I got closer, she asked if I knew anything about ‘women’s ‘cycles.’ I took a family life class in high school, so yeah I knew the basics. She asked if I’d ever lived with a girl before and told her I hadn’t. She told me her cycle was erratic so unprotected sex was a no go. And some weeks would be safer than others. I gladly respected that and told her I was going to be respectful of her boundaries and times. So that was how we’d been since moving in together a few months ago. Anyway, this guy Mike was familiar to me from some prerequisite classes. At the party, he cleared his throat and proudly said his load shot six feet. We didn’t believe that for a second. He asked me if I could shoot farther, and the big-talking man in me said I didn’t know how far I shot, because I had a beautiful girlfriend to take care of that for me. Jane blushed and Mike winked at her. Later that night, after the party, Mike’s brag did prompt some sexy pillow talk. Jane asked if I thought I could shoot that far, and I honestly couldn’t say. So, she wriggled down and gave me a great blowjob. She pulled off as I started feeling my balls tighten and aimed my cock towards me. I did shoot an impressive load, and most of it landed on my neck and chin. She was impressed but asked if I thought Mike was telling the truth. I shrugged and slipped into a sleepy post-cum sleep. As I dozed off, Jane was saying how much fun she was having with me and wondering if we were maybe too safe sometimes. A few days later, Jane brought it up again and asked me to check with Mike to see if he was telling the truth. I asked her why, and she just grinned, saying she had a sexy idea she wanted to try out and would tell me more once I’d asked Mike how far he could shoot his seed. So, a few days later I ran into Mike on campus and asked him if I could ask him a weird question. He told me to go for it. I asked if he was being real when he said how far he could cum. He nodded and asked if I wanted to see, grinning at me. I told him that Jane had wanted me to ask, and I wasn’t into him like that. Mike wrapped his arm around my shoulders and said, ‘Look, Jane is yours as far as I know. But sometimes, ya know, stuff happens.’ He told me that a few guys had asked to see his cock over the years and it kind of turned him on. I asked Mike what kind of stuff he’d gotten into, and he grinned telling me that women asked to see it as well. I noticed he was adjusting his crotch, and it did look big. Mike suggested that he come over sometime and jerk off for me and Jane and I told him that I thought Jane was trying to set the same thing up! I told Mike I’d pass his willingness along to Jane and be in touch. So, I confirmed with Jane that Mike promised he can shoot six feet and was down to show off for us sometime. And that maybe Mike wasn’t totally ‘straight.’ Jane shrugged and told her that she found the idea of two fit guys horny together was kinda sexy. I knew she was planning something and told her I’d be up for whatever she wanted to try out together. Jane whispered that cum really turned her on, and not seeing me shoot often made her want to feel my dick and watch another guy blast off to her getting fucked sometime. Jane planned a little party for me and Mike and asked me to invite him and bring him over. I left as Jane was hopping in the shower. When Mike and I got back, Jane had taped a line on the carpet and told Mike to stand there and jerk his big cock for her as she rode my cock on the bed. She told us that she’d wanted to try some exhibitionist stuff out and knew watching a guy shoot a big load with me fucking her would be hot. So, we all stripped. Mike jerked off his impressive member as I laid Jane down and peeled off her panties and ate her tight little pussy. Mike watched with his toes on the line as I lapped at her wet pussy. Jane had me lay down on my back and mounted me reverse cowgirl facing Mike. I whispered something maybe using protection. Just as she was about to slip her bare pussy lips over my dickhead, she paused and reached over for a condom. ‘Can’t be too careful,’ she chuckled as she unwrapped it and rolled it over my cock. I could hear her rolling her eyes at Mike. Jane slipped right down onto my sheathed dick. She was so wet that we didn’t need any lube at all. Sometimes, with condoms, she needed a bit of glide to get it in easily. I wasn’t exactly small, and she wasn’t exactly loose. I thought that if I wanted to fuck her butt sometime, this would be a way to get enough of her juices dripping to go for it. As soon as Jane had swallowed my full length inside her pussy, she came on my sheathed cock. I wondered if she was so turned on because of my fucking skills, or if it was because she had an audience for the first time. I knew she was watching Mike jerk off as she bounced up and down on my dick. That was the plan, right? Jane came on my cock and grimaced as she rode her orgasm. I let her recover for a few moments before rolling my hips forward into her faster and faster. Mike told her she looked so sexy stuffed with my dick. She moaned and leaned backwards onto my chest. Jane spread her legs wider and fingered her clit. She looked over her shoulder down at me and she moaned and asked if it would be okay for Mike to touch her clit. I agreed seeing no danger in my pal touching my girlfriend’s pussy. We hadn’t talked about that, but she was asking, and I was determined to respect her limits. Mike literally ‘crossed the line’ and reached out. As I fucked Jane, he flicked and frigged her clit. Mike’s fingertips occasionally brushed against my hard cock. I wasn’t bothered by it, and Jane seemed to be turned on by it. She muttered something like ‘two cocks. All that seed…’ I fucked Jane faster as she became sort of a rag doll, overstimulated by my dick in her pussy and Mike’s fingers on her clit. Jane shot out her arm and grasped Mike’s big leaking cock. She didn’t ask for permission; she just went for it. He shook his head ‘no,’ not because she’d broken a rule, but because he’d sent her over the edge. Mike took two big steps back to the line on the floor and groaned as he shot his load. I felt gobs of his spooge land on my cock and all over Jane’s stretched cunt lips. I started to cum at the same time, spilling my load into the trusty latex reservoir. As I hammered my hips to orgasm, I was likely fucking Mike’s cum into my girlfriend’s unprotected pussy. Jane fell asleep with a big smile on her face and a pussy smeared with Mike’s load and her copious juices. Shortly afterward, my cock went back to its normal size and slipped out of her. I was careful to pull my used rubber out of her so none of my seed spilled out. As Mike and I started pulling ourselves back together he pointed to Jane’s crotch. Out of my girlfriend’s freshly-fucked pussy, white gobs of cum were drooling out. I realized then that I’d basically bred her with Mike’s cum. Mike whispered a quiet ‘thanks’ as he headed out. I nodded, wondering if Jane would want more fun with Mike, or another guy anytime soon.
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I was in my late-afternoon chemistry class when it happened. One minute I was diligently taking notes, and then the next a bead of sweat dropped onto my notebook smudging the ink. I started to feel warm and a bit light-headed. After ten and a half days, I finally had my moment. I had begun to think it wasn’t going to happen. Hell, a part of me was even relieved that it hadn’t. For a week and a half it was all I could think about. It was all consuming—even taking my sleep away from me. It was day and night after day and night of wondering and anxiety that I had done something unforgivable. Up until that moment, I thought I had successfully dodged it. I even began to convince myself of “never again.” I excused myself from class and stumbled into the men’s restroom. I took the empty stall at the very end of a row of aging, gray partitions—directly under the air conditioning vent. At least that would offer me some relief. Hanging my backpack on the door’s hook, I slumped down onto the toilet with my phone in hand. I leaned my head back against the tiled wall while the overwhelming smell of cleaning products made me nauseous to the point of almost retching. “I’m pregnant,” I texted Darren and then sat the phone down on the plastic toilet paper dispenser. I hadn’t been back to Jackhammers since my...adventure...with Darren in his office. For the first few days after our unplanned and somewhat unhinged romp, we talked every night. I exhibited ample depravity, and our chats always ended in a video call with me jerking off while stuffing something extraordinary into my asshole. And yes, he would have me pretend that it was his cock filling my insides. And yes, he would have me beg for his charged load flowing deep into my bowels. But, as the days drew on, I suppose the weight of what I had actually done began to weigh on me. I began to freak out just a little you might say. The mind-fuck of thinking you were part of “sure thing” by taking three deep loads of vial cum, and that there was no way you were going to get by without becoming positive, was made worse by not getting symptoms of the fuck flu. Each day that passed without getting sick, I began to tell myself that I was lucky. I was in the clear despite literally begging to be bred by Darren’s charged dick—three delicious times. Of course, there was always that chance that I was one of the few that wouldn’t display early symptoms. This too racked my brain with anxiety. But, the further I got from that night in his office, the more I had begun to believe I was going to be okay and that I would never have sex without protection again. The ping of my phone brought me back into reality and out of my mental spiraling for a moment. “Congratulations! I guess that makes me a proud father! Where are you?” Congratulations? Was he kidding? He gave me HIV and was congratulating me? It seemed completely fucked up. “A bathroom stall at school. It just hit me in the middle of class. I had to leave,” I typed. “You said you wished you could feel the moment you would know you got preggers. This is it, boy!” There was a brief pause before a picture of his hard cock appeared on my phone. “I’m so horny right now. Come by the club.” How could he be so horny by me telling him I’m sick? Of course I say that at the same time I feel my own cock getting hard in my jeans. Another ping to my phone. “??? Are you coming?” I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped my sweat-covered face and forehead. “Okay...be there in like 30 minutes.” “What the fuck am I doing?” I mumbled while stuffing the drenched toilet paper between my legs into the toilet. Standing up, I began to wonder if I shouldn’t just go home and directly to bed. Even as I pulled into the club parking lot I was still wondering why I didn’t just drive home. Despite my a/c at full blast, I had soaked though my t-shirt. I felt like absolute death as I typed into my phone, “Here.” “Come in through the back since we’re hours from opening for the night. Lock the door once inside.” “I could still go home,” I told myself even though it felt more like, “Why wasn’t I going home?”. I stumbled between the two parked cars near the rear entrance. One was clearly Darren’s—marked by colorful pride sticker on the bumper. The other was completely foreign to me. Once inside, despite my brain feeling like it was melting, I managed to remember to lock the door. Some ambient music seemed to be playing from the overhead speakers—definitely nothing like the club music we fucked to. I made a quick pit-stop in the public restroom near the bar area and deposited a sizable amount of the contents of my stomach into one of the toilets. I was hoping that may help alleviate my body crying out in misery, but that wasn’t the case. So, I did a quick rinse on my mouth from the sink; wiped more sweat from my brow and made my way towards Darren’s office while holding onto the wall for balance. “I should really be in bed,” I mumbled approaching his door. I could hear two distinct voices behind the door. The non-Darren voice must be the owner of the other car, but who was the unexpected mystery guest? “Well look who’s here!” Darren said with a booming voice as I opened the door and staggered inside. It wasn’t the site I expected to see. Besides a bottomless Darren, a slim and smooth twink was present—flat on his desk and bound exactly as I was. I was immediately jealous. I know...I know...I know you’re going to say, “Did you really think you were the first boy that had been locked up in those cuffs?” In my mind, I know it’s ridiculous to think I was first. But, in my defense, I didn’t expect Darren to already be mounting another boy less than two weeks after we had our...impromptu breeding session. Fuck it. Yes. I was jealous. I guess I wanted my special status to last longer than ten days. “Woah...you look like shit, man,” the twink chimed in. I shot him a look of utter contempt and disdain. “Proud class valedictorian. Liberty High Class of 2005,” I said. “Yeah! That’s me!” he said happy as a pig in a mud pit. “Hard to believe that was only a year ago.” “I’m sorry...what?” Darren interjected completely confused. “The bumper sticker on his car in the parking lot,” I replied while feeling my throat grow ever more sore by the minute. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror above his couch on my right. The twink was begrudgingly right. I did look like shit—pale, sweat-soaked shirt and drenched hair from sweating like a whore in the front pew of church. Ugh...fucking twink. I mean, nothing against twinks, but as a tall, hairy otter, we’re kind of natural enemies in the great competition for cock. So, fuck ‘em I suppose. “Look at me about to fuck a brainiac,” Darren joked. “I was also a valedictorian. I just don’t put it on a bumper sticker on my fucking car,” I managed to get out while coughing. “Like 10 years ago though, right? And were you class president too?” the twink said. Fucking twink. He was only a year or two at max older than me. Fucking 10 years. “So, what the fuck is going on here with him?” I asked blatantly annoyed. “Eric here? I met him online. He was interested in a kinky first time.” “Who are you?” the smart-ass twink inquired. “I’m…” “My son,” Darren interrupted. “Like for real?” the twink responded bewildered. I too was taken back. “Yup,” Darren said turning to me and smiling. My cock sprung to life. Okay. I’ll play along. I walked over to Darren. I could see his bare cock dripping with excitement. I leaned in and Darren immediately began kissing me. His tongue slipped between my lips and teased mine in an erotic dance. I reached down and slid my hand up and down his throbbing shaft several times. As our lips parts, I scooped a helping of pre-cum from his swollen head and slipped my coated fingertips into my mouth. I moaned and sucked gently while savoring the delicious nectar. “Daddy’s cum tastes the best,” I cooed. “Wow!” Eric said. “You two are fucking hot. I wish my dad would play with me.” “Daddy’s a very special gift,” I said smiling while looking at Darren. “How are you feeling, son?” “I think I’ve got the fu…” “Flu?” Darren was quick to interrupt. “Mmmhhh hmmm,” I softly mused while turning to inspect Eric. I ran my fingers down his flat stomach, over his rather small but hard cock and let my my palm come to rest cupping his tight, hairless balls. “Cute,” I said seething with sarcasm. “You should look at his special place,” Darren said putting his hands on my shoulders from behind and pushing me down onto my knees. I was up close to his allegedly virgin pucker. I hated to admit it, and I wouldn’t dare admit it aloud, but it did look pink, smooth and delicious. Leaning in, I pressed the tip if my tongue against his hole. It was my first time eating ass, and I was definitely already enjoying it. Eric was too it seemed. He started to immediately writhe and moan. “Mmmhh that’s a good, son,” Darren moaned while shoving his hard cock near the side of my face. I reached up with my left hand and began stroking him while I continued to bathe Eric’s asshole in my spit. “Is it yummy?” I pressed my tongue into his hole and made a few swirls. “So yummy, Daddy.” Eric was about to have a seizure it seemed with his level or enjoyment. I could feel my own spit pouring out of my mouth and dripping down off my chin. It was like I was salivating eating my favorite meal. It just turned out my favorite new meal was twink ass. Darren turned my head and shoved his cock deep into my throat with one solid thrust. He left it there until my stomach spasmed and my body heaved. I blasted snot and spit out the sides of my mouth while he continued to forcefully hold my head in place. The room started to close in and my vision dim from lack of oxygen. Darren finally pulled out long enough for me to catch one half-breath before shoving his cock right back down my throat. It was at this point he began to throat fuck me complete with me sounding like a duck being murdered. “Ohhh fuck yeah,” I could hear Eric moan. “Fuck his stupid face.” It was then that I knew what I was going to do. My place in this situation would not be supplanted by an insolent twink. Darren was as hard as I could possibly imagine a cock could be when he stopped fucking my already sore throat. I stood up. “I think Eric’s pretty, little asshole is all lubed up thanks to my tongue. I bet he’s just dying to be fucked by you, Daddy.” “Oh god yes!” he squealed with delight. I reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a condom. I held it up and shook it back and forth while it hung still packaged from my fingertips. “Best to be safe for you first time!” I said. “Yes pleased. My parents would...they don’t know I’m…” “Shhh,” I shushed with my finger to my lips. I stood between Eric and Darren and unwrapped the condom. I started to slide it onto his enormous dick. I pushed it further down until the head of his cock broke through the tip. Looking up into Darren’s eyes, “There we go. Just perfect for Eric’s yummy asshole.” Darren smiled back at me. I moved to the side as Darren pushed his manhood into Eric. I was overcome with lust knowing what I had just done. Eric whimpered and begged for Darren to go slow at first, but beast Darren was back in action and paid no attention to the twink’s pleas. It was insanely hot watching Daddy fucking another boy in front of me. It was mind-blowing being subtly directed to eat Eric’s ass in preparation for what was taking place. Eric began to pathetically and annoyingly whimper and bemoan the plight of having Darren’s cock tear his virginal fuck-hole asunder. I looked over at Darren with a look of seething disdain. Eric wasn’t behaving as if he truly appreciated losing his virginity in such a glorious and primal act of carnality. Daddy mirrored my contempt in his expression. Despite feeling mere moments away from passing out, I knew how to take care of this. The last hour of profuse sweating that I had endured had already taken its toll on me and my clothes. As I peeled of my clothes, my shirt and underwear were completely soaked. Leaning over to slip my briefs off my feet, I caught a whiff of my nether region. I was...musky at best and more precisely beyond funky to the point of smelling like a rotting fish on a hot summer day. Tossing my clothes into a pile on Darren’s chair, I climbed onto the desk and straddled Eric reverse cowgirl—allowing my purified scent to envelope his face. “Ugh...you smell ripe,” he complained before resuming his agonizing moans. “I think we’ve had enough of your complaining. You need to be taught your place,” I chided. I pulled my ass apart and leaned back right against Eric’s mouth. I could feel his terrified breaths against my pucker. I could feel the delightful vibrations of his groaning and whimpering. “I think it’s time to repay the favor I gave you, class president,” I taunted while smiling at Darren in front of me. Eric was clearly hesitating so I pressed my entire ass over his mouth and nose. “I’m just not feeling a tongue up my asshole yet. I’m only hearing you whining like a bitch from taking dick like a disrespectful little shit. Get to eating my extra sweaty asshole.” “He’d better if he knows what’s good for him,” Darren said while starting to really pound Eric’s delicate ass. I could feel him twitching below me unable to breathe. He rattled his cuffs to no avail. “I guess he wants to pass out and let us do all sorts of horrible things to him,” I teased. Finally, I felt his tongue against my hole. “Come now...you can do much better than that. Eat with the same desire and hunger that I ate yours.” His tongue pushed inside me and I moaned in delight—the entire time his whimpers from Darren’s deluge of thrusts were transmitted into my own hole. “That’s a good boy,” I praised while lifting my ass up enough he could breathe again. After I bit, I leaned forward and watched Darren’s raw cockhead penetrating Eric over and over. I spit a huge glob of slippery snot and saliva onto Eric’s balls and watched it ooze down towards his protruding asshole. Darren pulled out just in time to catch my goo and push it into Eric’s hole with the head of his dick. “Fuck that was hot,” Darren moaned. My own cock was hard and in need of servicing. Lucky for me I had the perfect hole below me. I leaned back high onto my knees so my balls rested on Eric’s nose. “You did a...serviceable job on my asshole. That means you get to graduate.” I pressed two fingers from each hand into his timid mouth and began to pry it open. Darren watched in awe. He was seeing that I too had a latent beast in me clamoring to get into the light. “Open wide, slut,” I commanded. Eric slowly opened his mouth and I pressed my index and middle fingers from my left hand into his mouth. I pushed them deep into his mouth against his wide, wet tongue. He gagged and began to spit up a little but my fingers stayed in his mouth. “Mmmhhh...that’s a good faggot,” I teased while starting to fuck his mouth with my two fingers—always making sure to go deeper and deeper and elicit plenty of retching and glorious gagging sounds. I mean, fuck, there is something so hot about hearing a slutty, bottom gagging like a whore. Now I knew why tops loved throat-fucking someone. From time to time I would take my fingers out of his mouth. He would start to say something, and I would immediately force my fingers back down his throat while feeling my cock throb each time he’d choke and gurgle. Sometimes I’d add a little flair to the experience by also spitting directly into his gaping maw as my fingers pressed down on his tongue. I was in my own heaven. I finally stopped tormenting him with my fingers. Upon their withdrawal, he immediately gasped, “Please…” “Please? Sure! I hear you loud and clear.” I leaned forward onto all fours and pushed my cock into his mouth and started humping his face as hard as Darren was fucking his ass. We were in unison with every mutual stroke. Darren put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it down towards Eric’s humble but hard cock. I didn’t really want to give Eric the satisfaction of his cocklet in my mouth after his previous verbal digs, but Daddy was the one in charge and I gobbled up his smooth dick. Again, I wouldn’t admit it aloud to anyone in the room, but his dick did taste just as delicious as his asshole. Regardless of this, I wasn’t going to let up my assault on his throat, and I damn sure wasn’t going to be making him cum. And if by some miracle his did squirt his pathetic spunk into my mouth, I’d be immediately spitting it into his own mouth for recycling. Someone has to think of the environment! “Mmmhhh that’s fucking sexy,” Darren moaned. “My son playing with my new toy...mmmh yeah. Daddy is so close to cumming.” I could already tell he was about to secretly explode deep in Eric’s guts. Daddy finally let out a beastly roar and kept his dick deep in my enemy’s hole. I watched with my mouth full of cock as Daddy’s balls spasmed—ushering his toxic seed along its path into Eric’s bowels. “Stupid, asshole twink,” I thought to myself as my own cock was close to climaxing. Darren pulled out and I could see some drops of cum beginning to build up on the tip of his dick. I quickly hopped off of Eric and re-positioned myself between him and Daddy. I place my hardon below his so his seed dripped onto the head of my cock. It felt other-worldly. “Can I fuck him too, Daddy? Pleeease?” I moaned with a smile. “But it’s your first time fucking. Daddy has to teach you how to do it correctly,” he smiled back. He milked his cock so that even more charged cum covered my own. Placing his hands on my hips, he pushed me forward so that my gooey head pushed on Eric’s pulsating asshole. Eric moaned wildly—completely oblivious to our clandestine debauchery. “Now you just push forward like this,” Darren said while cupping my ass with his hands and driving me forward. My cum-covered cock slipped inside Eric with minimal effort. Feeling his warm, wet, freshly-fucked asshole enveloping my cock made my balls tighten and my mind race. These novel sensations were completely unexpected. I was suddenly delirious with lust. I knew that my own seed wasn’t going to convert Eric, but there was a new part of me that caused me to suddenly feel that I should fuck my load into a pure, unspoiled bottom’s insides. Once a self-professed power-bottom, the fuck-flu had unleashed a hidden part of me that I never would have suspected existed. I could feel the weight of Darren’s semi-hard cock against my own ass. I reveled in the sensation of little drips of hismcum running down in-between my cheeks. He moved his hands back to my hips and began pulling me back and forth. And while my cock was nowhere near the girth of Darren’s, I still had a nicely-shaped mushroom tip that loved to pop in and out of Eric’s achingly raw asshole. My manhood was enough to still make the snotty valedictorian whimper and whine each time I stuffed my own manhood deep into his unsuspecting and abused bottom. Watching his insides start to come out with each thrust became a visual obsession. I wanted to fuck him harder and harder until I broke him and felt my own cum coursing out of my meat and into his guts. Daddy slid his hand off my hips and up and under my arms. He pinched and twisted my sensitive nipples while I ruthlessly pounded away at this living fleshlight. Leaning over my shoulder, he whispered into my right ear, “Fuck your poz load into this little faggot.” I grunted and moaned as sweat continued to drench my body. My fever felt like it was cooking my brain. “Daddy is so proud of you. We’re going to charge up so many bottoms together when I’m not busy having yours whored out to every diseased cock in town. Cum in him...now..” “Fuuucckk!!!” I yelled out. It felt like my entire body was seizing up the moment as I unleashed my first load as a breeding top. Darren’s hands immediately went back to cupping my ass. He firmly held me in placed as I felt the spurts of cum travel down my shaft and into Eric’s busted hole. “Ohhhh god,” I moaned as my cock began to retract. “Good boy, son,” Darren whispered into my ear. After my cock slipped out of Eric, I rushed into Darren’s private bathroom. I looked at my drained and exhausted face in the mirror. “You’re poz now,” I whispered to my sickly reflection. My head was spinning out of control, and I was mentally unable to really process what was happening. All I knew was that I became a different person that afternoon. Treating Eric like a disposable object was exhilarating. I loved being on the other side of the equation for the first time. I turned the cold water on and grabbed a washcloth. I wiped my sweaty face clean—the cool water bringing some relief to my raging fever. I poked around in the cabinet for Advil, but it all seemed rather pointless knowing that I didn’t have a regular cold or seasonal flu. This was different. This was a sign of something permanent. Returning from the bathroom, I saw that Eric was already gone. Darren was standing there stroking his hard cock. “There’s my surprise of a lifetime,” he said. “Come,” he added with outstretched arms. What I took for an impending hug as I drew closer turned out to Daddy grabbing me and bending me over his desk. As he kicked apart my feet with his own he remarked, “You look fucking hot with my fuck-flu.” He spread my cheeks and pushed his engorged member against my hole before spitting. “I’ve been jerking off nightly thinking about you begging me to poz you that night. It’s all I’ve been able to think about really,” he said while forcing his dick inside me. “Ohhhh god,” I moaned while white-knuckling the edges of his desk. “And how you were with Eric,” he grunted while digging this fingering into my fleshy hips. “Eating his ass...making him eat yours...having me stealth him…” I was reliving every nuance and feeling as he spoke. “Mmmmhh were your surprised?” “I hadn’t for sure planned on pumping his preppy ass full. You made that happen. You had me fuck a charged load into him.” “Mmmhhh it felt so good to be so bad, Daddy.” “And the best surprise of all...my total slut-bottom boy wanting to fuck his first fuck-flu load into someone. That little bit of magic is why you’re getting another load from Daddy right now.” “Mmhhh yessss,” I cooed as the desk rattled like it was being shaken apart bolt by bolt. “And just so we’re clear, I don’t care how sick you feel. You are mine. This body is mine. This hole is mine.” He palmed the top of my head with his right hand and bent it backwards. “This brain...every thought...every desire or wish...all mine.” “Oohh god,” I moaned somewhere between nirvana and hell. “Do you understand, son?” “Yes…” “Tell me then…” “I belong completely to you, Daddy. I’ll become and do everything you desire.” He let go of my head as he buried his balls up against my hole and pumped me full of my first load in almost two weeks. “Fill me up...pleeeease,” I said with my body depleted and collapsed onto the desk. “Every day...do you understand? You’re going to be bred every day by at least me. You’re quitting school and moving into my place tomorrow where you will be branded and live a new life as my personal plaything. Is that understood?” “Mmmmh yes,” I immediately replied in a foggy state of perverted bliss. “When?” “Tomorrow, Daddy,” I whispered half-asleep bent over his desk and filled with seed. My mind was awash in vague thoughts about starting a new life with Darren. I could see the innumerable shadows of the men that would be breeding me without compassion or regard for my well-being. I could also see all the naive bottoms that I would get to violate and impregnate with my own viral deposits. “That’s a good, slut,” he said as he pulled out of me. He helped me to my feet and plopped me down on his couch. “You can sleep here tonight. Tomorrow your life belongs to me.” As he tossed a light throw over my naked body, I slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep realizing that when I awoke, everything would be forever changed.
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Mutual Corruption – Part I It was the second time I had been to Jackhammers. Despite being the newest gay club in the metro area, weekends were already full of a diverse crowd of guys. Have a particular type of guy? You could find him on a Saturday night sweating and writhing to the pumping bass that shook the dance floor. “Who’s the daddy?” I half-yelled over the throbbing music to my friend while we waited at the bar for our drinks. “In the jeans, tank and beard?” My eyes devoured the stranger. I could feel my cock stiffening in my underwear. “Mmmh hmmm,” I replied with a nod. “Darren something or other. I forget the last name. He’s the owner. Why?” “We’ve been eye-fucking one another since the first night we came here.” “I think you’re reading too much into it. It’s his job to fill up the bar with young guys like us. He’s just being nice. Besides, he’s probably pushing 50.” My cock was definitely hard as I took a sip of my rum and Coke. “I know! Just my type...hot, beefy dad meat.” I took another long sip. “Oh damn, he’s coming over.” “Evening, boys.” I felt him brush against me as he positioned himself between me and my friend. “Now weren’t you here last Saturday when we opened?” “Yeah. It was a crazy night,” I replied. “I knew it. I never forget a face as handsome as yours or an ass that delicious.” Darren slipped his right hand behind my butt before taking a handful and squeezing firmly. If I had checked, I’m positive my dick was oozing pre-cum. I could see my friend over Darren’s shoulder rolling his eyes. “I can give you two a private, VIP tour if you like?” he added while talking directly to me. Not one into the burly daddy type, my friend was first to reply. “I’m going to hit the dance floor. This is my favorite song. You two have fun with the tour,” he said while disappearing into the half-naked, sweaty throng of men. “Is it bad that I’m glad your friend went to go dance?” Darren said into my ear while leaning in extra close. My entire body tingled from excitement. I had never been so blatantly pursued before. It was an intoxicating feeling. “Not at all, but I have no doubt you love being bad,” I replied playfully. That earned me another firm squeeze on my ass. “Lead the way.” Darren didn’t play around with a fake tour of the club’s nooks and crannies. Instead, he led me along the edge of the dance floor, down a dimly lit corridor and then into a door labeled “Private.” We were in his office which was shocking upscale and plush. It stood in stark contrast to the spartan décor of the club itself. I stood in front of his desk and finally took notice of his tank top. Solid black with the word “OWNER” silk-screened in silver across the chest area, it also had a set of silver handcuffs printed so that one end dangled free while the other latched through the “O” of “OWNER.” “It’s fitting that you have on that top as the owner here,” I said. “But, I don’t get the point of the cuffs,” I added playfully. “Oh this isn’t for the club,” he said—rapidly closing the distance between us. “Oh,” I said with my heart beating wildly. “This is to let all the bad boys know who is boss.” Darren’s hands were on my hips suddenly. “Are you a bad boy?” “The worst,” I moaned as he began kissing my neck. “That’s what I thought,” he replied while lifting me onto the edge of his desk. “Lay down, bad boy,” he instructed firmly. My brain couldn’t fathom what was taking place. What was taking place was so far outside the bounds of my normal sexual reality that it felt as if I was set to autopilot. I didn’t feel in control of the situation, and while that normally would have terrified me, something about the moment felt magically right. Not overthinking what was happening to me was a welcome change of pace. As I laid back onto his empty desk, he pulled my arms out straight above my head. I twisted and looked just in time to see him handcuffing my wrists together to a pair of cuffs anchored into the cinder-block wall via large, metal O-ring. “Kinky,” I chirped. “Daddy knows how to get control of disobedient boys.” Fuck...oh fuck...that turned me on way more than it should have. Darren moved to the edge of the desk between my dangling legs. He lifted them up and placed my spread apart feet flat on the metal surface. “It’s going to be hard fucking me with my jeans on,” I teased. “No worries,” he said while reaching down to his left hip and producing a fold-out knife. My eyes widened like giant saucers as he depressed the button and the shiny blade audibly folded open with an erotic click. “What’s tha-,” I started to ask, but it was too late. Darren had grabbed my jeans and pulled on the material around my ass. Without a word he pressed the tip of the blade into the denim and effortlessly cut a slit. I was about to spontaneously orgasm. He set the knife on my stomach and reached down to the freshly cut gash. I heard my jeans ripping as he gave several forceful tugs in opposite directions with his thick fingers. “Mmmmhh...a man-thong huh?” I was barely functioning in the moment. “It was sort of a dare to wear them.” “Cute. I like them, and it makes this even easier,” he said while grabbing the white, cotton material pressing against my asshole and pulling it out from between my cheeks. He took the knife once more, cut the cotton sliver, and then he placed the blade back on my stomach. “Oohhh fuck,” I moaned putting my head down on the desk and closing my eyes. Darren’s fingers began toying with my exposed hole—casually tracing around my pucker before pushing a fingertip or two against it. I heard him spit twice and then felt the cool wetness of some saliva-coated fingers forcing their way inside me. “Such a tight, little fuckhole you have.” My body twisted and contorted as he began fingering me. I was insatiable. I couldn’t get enough of what Darren was doing to me. “How many cocks have been lucky enough to spread this hole open, hmm?” “Just two,” I confessed. “I guess I’m not such a bad boy after all,” I lamented as two knuckles popped inside me. “I wouldn’t say that. After all, a complete stranger is about to fuck you ten minutes after meeting you. I think that qualifies you as Daddy’s bad boy,” Darren said before pulling his fingers out of my ass. As his fingers left my body, my hips left the desktop—fruitlessly fucking the empty air. My body craved being violated by Darren. “Ohhh, Daddy! I need it,” I cooed like a bitch in heat. Darren was silent for a moment. I opened my eyes curious was to what his silence might mean in terms of what was about to befall me. He had already pulled down his jeans leaving his beautiful, vein-popping cock sticking out rock hard. I could see the shimmer of his pre-cum coating the tip. “What’s wrong, Daddy?” I moaned desperate to feel him inside me. “I need to be honest with you,” he said with a sigh. He reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a condom. “I’m positive. But, I’m going to wear one...if you’re still down for this. I don’t want to put you at risk or in a position where something feels wrong. But, I’ve been dying to fuck you since I saw you last week.” His words hit me. My previous two boyfriends all wore condoms despite the fact they were both virgins and younger than me when we hooked up. There was never even a random thought about catching anything from either of them. Now, I was about to be fucked by a guy twice my age who had been with an unknown number of guys who was openly admitting he was HIV positive. I was so wrapped up in the absolute thrill and passion of the evening that I wasn’t even thinking I might catch something from Darren. “Put that thing on and start fucking my brains out already,” I moaned with unhinged lust. There was some risk, but he was going to suit up. It wasn’t going to be a real risk I told myself. And in that moment, a deep and twisted part of me was suddenly turned on by the thought of Darren’s charged cock being inside me with only a thin sheath of latex protecting me. “Are you absolutely sure?” he asked. “I’d slide it on your cock for you, but my hands are bound and useless,” I replied wriggling my hands and hearing the clanging of the chain against the O-ring. It felt like he was deep inside my guts before he even had time to put the condom on. Had I not witnessed it with my own eyes, I would have been thinking that he was secretly bare-backing me and the condom speech was just a diversion. As he began pounding away, I found my thoughts drifting into imagining him actually being raw inside me. The more the rational side of me told me it was wrong to have such a fantasy. The more the depraved demon in me told me that unprotected cock was everything I craved and needed. Between the muffled thumps of the music filtering into his office and our mutually shared grunts and moans, I was oddly enjoying being in slut-boy heaven. Darren’s massive, veiny cock was absolutely destroying my little, love-hole. Yet the more it began to ache and feel sore, the more I wanted for him to give it to me even harder. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your dirty, little toy,” I moaned in agonizing bliss. “Unngggh,” he bellowed. “I’m so close to cumming, boy.” He continued to relentlessly throttle my ass with bone-breaking thrusts. “Unh...unh...fuck...unh...unh.” His half-words and grunts of passion grew closer and closer. He was so close. Darren changed from rapid-fire, shallow thrusts to long, hard strokes. His entire cock would withdraw from my hole before being slam-fucked deep into me. Over and over. I was dying from this undeniable craving of having my hole obliterated by Darren. “Ooooh fuck,” he exclaimed. The thrusting stopped. His cock was outside of me. My eyes opened to see an expression of fear on his face. “What?” “I guess I was getting a little too rough with your hole. That last thrust broke the condom. Fuck! I’m so fucking close and that asshole feels sooooo good wrapped around my cock. I almost came. Oh god, that was a close call. Let me see if I have another one.” “Fucking put it back in me and finish fucking me!” I said without thinking. He looked at me bewildered and still panicked. “What?” “Put that cock back inside me and finish fucking me,” I repeated. “But...there’s a very real risk you’re going to…I’m not sure I can do that to you...” “Finish what you started before I change my mind,” I said closing my eyes again. “It feels too good to stop. Fuck your bad boy full of your seed, Daddy.” I didn’t see the look change on his face. I didn’t even have to see it in order to know he had changed his mindset fundamentally at that moment. The entire energy in the room shifted from a respectful, casual hookup to one of complete primal depravity. I felt Darren’s cock against the edge of my spasming hole as he tossed my legs over his shoulders and pulled me further down his desk until my ass hung completely off of it. My long arms were stretched painfully out, but I loved every sensation of discomfort. I had somehow slipped from a boy he worried about to a nameless fuck-toy that he was using to satisfy his most hidden desires. Darren let out a long moan as his bare manhood slid back into me. “Ooooohhh fuck this feels so good.” “Yeah?” I moaned picturing his leaky, dick sliding into my colon. “You like the way your charged dick feels inside me?” “Fuck yeah,” he moaned while beginning to fuck me even harder than before. I could feel his unbridled lecherousness. “You want me to breed your ass, you little whore?” he grunted. “Breed me, Daddy.” “Tell me that you crave my toxic cum, you worthless slut. Tell me you want me to poz you like you deserve.” “I need you to fill me up with your poz cum,” I moaned in blissful agony. “Fuck, I never knew it could feel like this. You’re going to be the first slut-boy that I convert; dirty, little whore fucking a complete stranger…uhhhh...begging for my raw cock...you do deserve this gift I’m going to fuck into your torn-up guts.” “Make this faggot slut you’re first,” I found myself pleading while tears streamed down my face. They weren’t tears of sadness though. There were just so many unimaginable feelings overwhelming me as he worked my once-tight pucker over. Hearing him calling me a whore and a worthless slut while also realizing I was going to hold a special place in his life’s story as his first conversion made me feel like this was everything I always wanted to be. If you stripped away all the facades and masks we project out into “normal” society in order to fit in, what was transpiring in that moment on that desk, that was the real me. After a lifetime of feeling aloof and out of place, I was finally right where I needed to me. It was a beautiful feeling to finally be at peace with myself and my true desires that used to remain hidden. “Flood me with your cum,” I moaned while opening my eyes and staring into his eyes. He was ravenous. The composed owner of the club had I had met become something entirely other. He was beastly Darren. He wildly pounded me several more times hard enough that I moaned aloud, “Oh god you’re hurting me.” This was apparently exactly what he needed to hear. Darren’s cock was buried as deep as he could force it. He let loose an unholy howl as his hips twitched and bucked against me. He was emptying himself into me. I could picture the thick ropes of his toxic cum spraying against the walls of my colon. The hot, creamy seed would coat my insides before pooling up into a little tainted lake of poison. As his mini-thrusts ceased, he left his cock inside me—still shockingly hard. “Did you consider pulling out?” I said softly. “Not a fucking chance,” he replied instantly and gruffly. He was still clearly beastly Darren. I was starting to realize that I was now truly full of something that could change me permanently when he began thrusting again. I was immediately pulled back into slut mode. “Mmhhh going to make me you're cum-dump tonight?” I moaned while wishing I could jerk off. “That’s right. This feels too good to not pump one more load into you just to increase my odds of a victory.” My ass was on fire now. I was sore and aching from lack of any lube combine with the hole-splitting thickness of his manhood. As he grunted and roared, I whimpered which seemed to make him enjoy himself even more. It didn’t take long; only a few minutes before he deposited another round of his special seed into me. He left his cock inside me to “seal up his gift,” as he put it. But this time, he didn’t remain hard long enough for round three. He slowly grew flaccid and fell out of my now gaping asshole. He walked around the edge of the desk and pushed his half-hard and dripping cock into my mouth. “That’s a good boy. Suck out every last bit of Daddy’s cum. Mmmhhhhh. Your mouth feels so good; not as good as that hole between your ass cheeks, but still worthy of my cock being inside it.” I greedily lapped at and sucked on his warm cock that had just worked over my ass like no one else had done before. I was almost hopeful that I could coax another hardon and throttling despite how rough my asshole felt in that moment. I was my own worst enemy with Darren apparently. A few minutes of rabid sucking, Darren pulled out of my mouth and undid my cuffs. As I laid there on his desk rubbing my wrists to wake them back up, beastly Darren seemed to partially, but not entirely, disappear. He looked back between my legs at the gash in the denim he created with his knife that was still on my stomach. “No leaking cum,” he said sitting down into his office chair. “You should lay like that for a big longer. You want to let every drop of my gift to seep into you, don’t you?” “Mmmhh yes.” “Not that it even matters at this point with two charged loads in you. It’s too late even if some dribbled out.” I thought about it. He was right and that somehow only made me more excited. My cock was still achingly hard in my jeans. “Are you scared?” “It feels good to be scared,” I said half-answering. “Your cock certainly says you enjoy it,” he said taking the knife from my stomach. With his left hand he pulled up on the zipper area above my erection. With his right hand holding the knife, he cut another slit into my jeans. Reaching into the gash, he snaked my cock out. What could have been obtained by simply unzipping my jeans was a million times more erotic this way. “Spit on your hand and jerk off for me,” he said. “It looks like your about ready to explode. I bet those balls are dying to be drained.” Despite it being the first time I masturbated in front of someone, he didn’t have to ask twice. Being full of his spunk; having my cock freed via knife cut; all of it was so fucking intoxicating that I was miles away from ever going back to normal—if such a thing was even possible now. I quickly spit on my right palm and began stroking my cock. I nearly exploded on the first upstroke. The sensations I was experiencing were out of this world. I had to force myself not to immediately cum; besides, I wanted to give Darren a good show as a thank you for fucking me silly. “Mmhhh yeah...stroke that cock for me. I wanna watch you shoot cum all over your clean shirt.” I was in a steady rhythm already. My eyes were closed and my mouth was open panting. “Tell me what you're thinking, boy.” “You...inside me...unnhhh...fucking my ass raw...how good it felt,” I answered in-between passionate breaths. “Being your first...first conversion…” “You like being the one that got me to break my rule of only safe sex don’t you?” I looked over at him to see that his cock was hard again. “Nnnnnhhh,” I whimpered while looking at it and licking my lips. Darren grinned devilishly. “What, boy?” “I want it inside me when I cum,” I said desperately. “That means your hole is going to be even more raw and sore. You’re not getting any lube, and I’m going to force another load into you.” “Stop teasing me with what you know I want.” I tasted my own cock as I licked the palm of my hand. Darren was quick to get to his feet and between my legs. He plunged into my burning asshole without warning. I shrieked in agony and delight and I restarted stroking myself. Beastly Darren was fully in control once again. His fingers pressed firmly into the flesh of my legs as he held onto them. It felt like I was being fucked by a soda bottle wrapped in sandpaper. “Such a power bottom you are. You’re by far the dirtiest, secret slut I’ve met.” “Only for you,” I moaned while feeling my orgasm rising up from within me. I was a few final strokes from erupting in my best climax ever. Darren continued to pound away with wanton abandon. “Cum for me, my infected whore,” he said on my upstroke. Cum shot from my swollen head in several, heavy spurts—the second one landing partially in my nose and across my mouth. “Fuck yeah,” Darren moaned. I quickly scooped the cum from my face into my mouth and swallowed. “Give me another load, Daddy,” I moaned. Darren’s eyes rolled back into his head partially as he slammed his engorged dick deep into my guts. He grunted and moaned. He twitched softly as his seed drained into me once again. He kept his dick inside me semi-hard for what felt like several minutes. We existed without words. Only the grunts and moans of spent pleasure could be heard over the muffled club music. As he slowly pulled out, I squeezed as hard as my broken hole would let me. I didn’t want any of his gift to leak out and go to waste. I laid on his desk motionless and still breathing heavy waiting for his cum to be absorbed-waiting for his loads to change me. He disappeared for a minute into his private bathroom. I was listening to the water running when a crazy thought popped into my head. I sighed heavily. “What’s wrong?” Darren said returning to the office chair. “I kind of wish that I could feel the moment your loads change me—like the exact moment that everything changes. It’s dumb thought.” Darren laughed softly. “It’s not dumb. You won’t feel the exact moment your body accepts my gift, but you will get the fuck flu. You’ll feel like absolute shit, and that’s when you’ll know you got what you asked for when you told me to fuck you raw.” “What if it didn’t take? I don’t get pregnant so-to-speak?” “Then I’ll keep breeding you until it happens. I have some friends that can help out as well. We can make it a party night. To be honest, I wasn’t going to let this be the last time we fuck anyway. I’m nowhere near done with you, boy—even after I get you pregnant with HIV.”
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So this fuck happened a few months ago,, but I know they wanted me to share it with the world. I am your heavyset black Bearish guy. I reconnected with a gentleman who had wanted to play around a few years before the pandemic, but we didn’t due to the fact that he was still in a relationship. Due to the pandemic , he came to realize just how much he enjoyed men. He is southeast Asian, mature, smaller frame, and nicely furry. (Do you know how rare it is to have a south Asian man into a black man. I’m definitely going to enjoy this as long as our friends allows.) so when I come over to fucking him I wear condoms. I prefer to fuck him without it, but I respect his choice and it’s a good chance to have sex. So we’re fucking end in a few positions as I try to stay hard in the condom. I’m starting to realize that if I wear one I need to be a little looser as opposed to tight on my cock for my enjoyment. Soon I’ve got him laying on his stomach and I can feel the looseness of the condom around my cock length, and watch a little of it trail out as I push into him again. putting my full weight into him, and then it changed. The fuck, came better , how much nicer feel, and I quickly approaching climax. And then I did. I had a feeling that when the fuck suddenly changed, the condom had broken. I noted also his enjoyment changed and became more intense then too. I unloaded in to what as far as I know was an intact condom, but as I pulled out the base ring was still around my cock. And my cock was sticking out the side of it. With remains of the rest of the condom around it. I saw the momentary panic on his face, as I held him as the realization of the condom had broken and I had just loaded his ass, for the first time. He then calm down and we snuggled, as he asked what happens next. I told him he could go to the bathroom and Release it. Then douche to be cleared. Or he could let it stay in there and let it absorb into his body. Either way he was no longer a Virgin, as I was the first one to unloading in them, as a gay man. We’ve fucked again since then, with a condoms. One day I hope he’ll be comfortable enough to enjoy a bare fuck regularly.
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I've been meaning to write this story out for awhile, it might be similar to a lot of stories already on here, but I wanted to put my personal spin on it. Bear with me, this is just the first part of this fiction, more will follow. Revenge I waited until Joey got in the shower before I grabbed his phone from the bedside table. My boyfriend had been hiding something from me and I was determined to find out what that was. He had been sidestepping questions and overall I got this feeling like he wasn't where he said he was when I texted him. I looked at the pass code lock on his phone and typed in his combination, having seen him enter it when we snuggled on the couch. For someone with something to hide, he could have made it harder to snoop through his phone. I swiped through his screens and cringed at how many random games and one-time use apps there were with no organization or folders. Among all that, I found he still had Grindr on his phone. I thought about whether or not I had ever heard that telltale yone go off while we were together and I couldn't remember ever hearing any sound, it was always on vibrate. I opened the app and went to his recent messages and while there weren't any new ones I saw that he was messaging someone as recent as this morning. I read through the thread and saw that they had hooked up that day while I was at work. I was livid as I read more and read through the other messages to find he was hooking up with guys at least twice a week and it seemed like a different guy each week. I suppose I should have taken it as some sort of consolation that he was using condoms because he always demanded them - even with me, but I just couldn't get over the fact that he lied about being monogamous for the year and a half we were together. I thought about how I might have been alright with having an open relationship if we had simply discussed it. We could have brought in a third guy or had an orgy. I started to get hard thinking about that and had to shake my head to focus on the problem. I looked at Joey's profile: discreet, masc/ddf safe and NEG only, no flakes. I shook my head and closed the app, making sure to put his phone right where I found it. Joey was still in the shower, but I didn't want to risk getting caught snooping. I thought about what I'd discovered and briefly considered confronting him about it, but I didn't feel like that would be enough. I thought about cheating myself to get even, but I would have to sleep with a man every night for month just to come close to his number. Thinking about going behind Joey's back made me hard again, just as he came out of the bathroom. "Hey baby, " he said as he strut over to me nude and steaming from his shower. Joey was sexy, 5'8" tall, white, and thick like a wrestler. He crawled across the bed to my 6' athletic latin frame. I admit I was getting a little chubby and thought maybe that was why he cheated and it made me angry. "Looks like you could use a hand," he growled softly as his hand stroked the outline of my uncut cock in my sweats. I briefly considered pushing him away, but I didn't want to come up with some lame excuse to cover up my newfound knowledge. Without a word, I pulled down my sweats and let my 7 inch cock stand to attention. I reached over to his head and pulled down, giving the signal for head. He licked at my skin covered head and slowly went down until I hit the back of his throat. There was still an inch to go so without warning I thrust in and out, forcing him to take more. He gagged and tried to push back but I held on tight and kept up the pressure until he coughed and sputtered for air. I let him up just a bit to catch his breath, but didn't let go of his head. Before he could sit up and yell at me, I pushed my dick back in his mouth and face fucked him. Being more prepared, he relaxed his throat enough for me to slap my balls against his lips. I thrust in and few more times and felt my cum rising. I pulled out and slapped my dick on his face and moved to stand up before I came. "Damn baby, that was hot" he managed to say after getting his breath. "Where did that come from?" "I had a stressful day," I lied. I moved behind him and rubbed his hole with my finger. The same hole someone was fucking that morning. "I was thinking, can I finally fuck you raw tonight?" "Andy, you know how I feel about that," he replied. "I know we've been exclusive but I just don't feel right yet." I didn't feel right about him lying right to my face just then, but I didn't say anything. I just walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom so I could fuck my frustration out on him. I lubed up my cock and slid into his waiting hole, realizing how much I wanted to bareback him. I thought about my cum leaking out of his hole and it made me rock hard, but I knew he wouldn't dare let anyone fuck him raw, not even me. I grabbed his nips and squeezed them as I thrust my dick all the way into him. He bucked up and squealed like a pig. I'd never been that rough with him before. "Fuck, baby that hurt" he cried. I smacked his ass in response and slid almost all the way out and back in again. His moan told me he was more prepared this time. Little slut, I thought. Of course he would get be used to my dick now. Getting fucked earlier today loosened him up. I started thinking of that guy he messaged fucking him raw and that sent a wave of pleasure through me. I wanted to see Joey flooded with cum, even if it wasn't mine. He was so worried about HIV and I thought about how it would be his just desserts if he were pozzed when cheating on me. That last thought of Joey filled with poz cum sent me over the edge. I thrust into him as hard as I could, four angry thrusts until I came. I pulled out and slid the condom off, tying off one end and putting it in the trash. Joey panted as he pushed himself up off the bed. It seemed he had cum on the sheets, the sticky substance showing on his stomach. "Wow, that was the best fuck we've had" he said. I smiled at him and nodded. It was true. I hadn't cum like that in a year, and what set it off was the thought of pozzing him.
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Loaded Up: PART 1: At the theater It was late Friday night and I needed some cock. I took a Lyft home and logged onto BBRT to see who was online. After a few minutes of scrolling, I saw this hot daddy: mid-40’s, muscled up, scruffy, biohazard tattoo on his left pec. We started chatting and he sent over some fuckin’ HOT dick pics. Said he was lookin’ to plow a tight ass and that his name was Joe. Asked me what I was lookin’ for. “Loads, man. It’s been a long shitty week in the office and I need a cock to stretch me out and load me up.” I said. He said he couldn’t host, but he knew a place here in the SOMA district here in San Francisco called Folsom Gulch. “Its pretty run down” he said “but it gets a pretty diverse group of guys and it can get pretty hot- always guys raw fuckin’ there. You can get as much dick as you need there, especially if you like men of color.” “Yeah, man that’s just what I need, man. I love riding cock- especially black cock and think it’d be hot to try some D/s race play” I said. He got quiet for a second, so when I asked him what made his cock start leaking- he started talkin’ about how hot incest was and how he’d always wanted a brother or cousin to fuck. Hell, he even liked the idea of finding a hot little fucker to pimp out and, if people asked who he was fuckin’- he wanted to tell them it was his “little brother”. “Works for me, man” I said, my asshole starting to twitch. “Let’s do this”. I gave him my cell number and we decided to meet up in an hour at the Gulch- see if we could make both our fantasies work. About 45 minutes later, I was lubed up (I like using t-lube- makes me even more hungry) and in my favorite drawstring sweat shorts (they actually had a tear in the back for easy access). As I headed over to Folsom Gulch in my beat up van to see if my “big brother” had made it to the store., I lit up a t-laced blunt and smiled thinking about all the anon loads I was hopin’ to get. By now it was about 2 am and I easily found parking outside the shop. There were 4-5 cars parked on the street- looks like it had some potential for a hot night. I grabbed my poppers, killed the last of the joint and headed into the store. Typical sex shop- dvd’s, didlo’s in the front, theater screening porn with a few seats in the back of the shop- you know what I’m talkin’ about. I looked around and saw a few guys lingering around inside the store- but didn’t spot Joe. I started walking back toward the theater with my sweat shorts hanging low- making sure everyone knew I wasn’t wearing underwear. There was a really tall fuckin’ black dude looking at the dvd rentals when I walked through the back area of the store. He looked at me outta the corner of his eye- so I slowed down a bit, nodded to him and took a huge hit off my poppers (making sure to make eye contact) and stepped into the theater. Now, although it was pretty dark in the theater, the first thing I noticed was a hairy guy in a construction vest on his knees sucking my "big brother's" fat fucking cock while Joe leaned up against a wall. Fuck, yeah! I started taking off my shirt and threw it on the nearest chair as I walked over and started to make out with Joe and rubbing my hard fucking bulge on the side of the face of the construction dude who was on his knees servicing him. Construction guy leaned over, pulled my cock out to suck and immediately reached up the leg of my loose shorts and started to stroke my ass. I started chewing on Joe’s big nips, while he talked all kinds of nasty shit into my ear. Damn, this guy had some serious cock sucking skills. After a few minutes, construction guy realized that I was all lubed up and immediately shoved two fingers up my hungry cunt while he kept deep throating my cock. I finally had to shove his mouth over to my Joe's dick to keep from shooting my load. He just turned and quickly swallowed my buddy's fat fucker while- without skipping a beat- he added a third finger to my wet, hole. At this point, the construction guy started to stand up and Joe smiled and said “baby bro- it’s on, now!”. He turned around and leaned me over a padded chair. He stood there for a second with his hard cock in front of my mouth as the construction guy lined up his long cock with my ass. I took out my poppers and took a big fuckin’ hit right before Joe slid that fat dick of his down my throat and then he took the poppers and handed them to the construction guy- who took a big hit as his cock sunk all the way into my hole in one shove. I sucked my shit-talking “bro’s” cock while this hairy construction dude pounded my hole and twisted my nips while he kept telling me he was gonna “knock me up” and if I was ready for his “hot” load. After a few minutes, he started breathing faster- really slamming it deep up in my guts and then he pulled out and made a groaning sound as he shot all over my back and ass….. and then he pulled up his pants and was gone. It was just Joe and me there, now in the theater. “So- was that what you wanted, fucker?” he asked me? Right about then, the tall black guy I had seen in the back of the store came in. My buddy immediately started saying shit in my ear like, "Oh- fuck yeah, man! This ones for you, bro. I wanna see you get fucked by some black cock. This one's gonna really fucking stretch that sloppy cunt of yours like you need. Go on, fucker- offer your fuckin’ pussy to him, bro." I looked him in the eye for a second and leaned forward on the chair and started to suck on Joe’s cock again, real slow-like, while turning my head a bit to make eye contact with the black guy who had sat down near us. He looked over and started rubbing on his crotch as Joe started talking to him. "Hey man, how you doing? Horny? Wanna get some of this? My little brother here sucks dick like a champ, man. Take your cock out, bro- you’ll like it. Here- c’mon, man- look how much he’s loving this- he’ll swallow that load for you. You should check out how good this feels- look at it stretching his throat, man." I kept watching the black guy without slowing down. Now, this guy was really tall- maybe 6’4- built thick and muscular and I honestly, was a little afraid of him. Seemed like he was starting to get into it, though as he started rubbing his dick in his baggy jeans and watching us. His eyes got a little bigger when my bro told him about how we were “brother's out on the prowl”. “Fo’ real, man? Your brothers?! Nah- c’mon, that’s bullshit…” he said "Dude” Joe said “My brothers been suckin’ cock since we were kids. Hell, by the time he was 10, he was taking more cocks then most cracked out whores workin’ the street. Seriously, man” The guys eyes got real big right about then and he leaned forward to watch me a bit- So I just kept sucking Joes cock- from the head all the way to the balls and waited to see what would happen. I shifted my ass a bit, as my mouth slid up and down that cock, so he could see the ripped hole in the back of my shorts and he finally spoke. "He really is a fucking whore isn't he?" He sounded pissed off. "Yep" Joe responded with a big smile. With that the black guy pulled out his huge fucking uncut, hard as a steel, cock. I was amazed at how fucking THICK and hard the dude was- I mean his cock actually made a “smacking” sound when it flew up against his abs. It must have been about 9 inches long, but around 8 inches around- a real ass stretcher. He just stroked it, his hand starting at the base and giving a little swirl at the head as Joe spewed his incest shit. "My brother wants some black cock, man. He loves sucking it and getting fucked by it." – you know, shit like that. The black guy leaned forward and ran his finger down the crack of my hairy ass. His finger reached through the tear in the back of my shorts and he started playing with my lubed up hole. He had long skinny fingers and he pushed his finger in deep. "Shit man" he said to my bud, "Your brothers fucking pussy, man- it’s wet and wide open… it’s like a fucking hairy snatch." He sounded like he was hypnotized. Like all the hot talking that my "bro" was doing had put him in some kind of trance. He had added a second long finger and was grinding my hole, not really finger fucking it, but just grinding in and twisting in and out an inch or so. It felt so fucking hot. My brother pushed me off of his cock and told me it was time to stretch my mouth and show my skills on some black dick. The black dude just ripped his fingers out of my ass, sat back and pulled his jeans all the way down to his knees. He reached over, grabbed my head and rammed it down on his fucking monster cock. He face fucked me (with some help from my bro's big, beefy hands that kept pushing my head down on his meat) for the next five minutes or so. Joe kept on talking nasty while that fat cock tore up my throat- making my eyes water and stretching my throat to its limit. I was right about the black guy, he was a mean fucker. He enjoyed forcing his cock deeper that I could take it. Now, I've taken some huge cocks down my throat over the years- hell some of ‘em longer than this kids- but the thickness and amazing hardness of his black pole eluded me- but even though I kept trying, I couldn't get it all the way down my throat- it was just too damn fat. But we kept trying- Joe seemed to had made it his mission. He was saying things like "I wanna see your lips all the way down on his pubes, you fuckin’ whore” and then he would lean down to my ear and say quietly "Swallow that mother-fuckin’ cock, bro. If my brother wants a thick load of cum from a black fucker in his throat and hole, I'm gonna get it for him. Ya know I love watching you slobber on a mans cock, baby bro and I want you to have what you want- hell, what you fucking NEED!. Yeah, baby-You feel how hard that fuckin’ cock is, that's because your a hot, nasty whore and this man loves to fuck hot, nasty whores like you." He would ram his fingers in me to punctuate his dirty talk and..... fuck… that was like a drug to me. He pulled me up off my knees and pushed me back over one of the cheap plastic chairs and handed the black guy a condom. "Wait.. a fucking condom? What the fuck?" I thought "Fuck my whore brother, man. Give it to him hard. He aint no soft little bitch, he can take a beating." The guy ripped open the condom - like he was in a trance and rolled it down his black cock- stretching that fucking rubber to capacity. I was a little scared of the shit Joe was saying to the guy, but honestly-it was exactly what I wanted and had jerked off to for years. It was like Joe could read my dirtiest fantasies and speak them out loud. I opened my bottle of poppers and held it under my nose. I was gonna need a steady stream of vapors to take what this fucker was about to slam up my hole and I planned on throwing my horny cunt right back at him. The guy stood up and as I looked back at him over my shoulder, he stared me in the eye while that rock hard black cock started zeroing in on my already cum filled hole Right about then someone came in (a latin guy, in dirty jeans and a work shirt- looked like a mechanic, maybe) and we both slowed for a second to look at him. I was bent over a seat, facing the door with a young black fucker with his pants around his ankles about to breed me and this guy just acted like nothing special was going on. Fucking hot! The latin guy sat down a couple of chairs over from the one I was bent over and fished out a nice, veiny, uncut cock- semi hard, but pretty big already. Right then my fucker found the mark and sank in all the way- with an extra slam of force on the last couple of inches that made me gasp. I could feel every inch of that thick fuck stick in my guts. Joe kept talking to the guy stretching my cunt, encouraging him to “fuck me with everything he had” and “to really make me remember the night that I got fucked by a real man that knew what to do with a white boy”. This guy fucked me so hard and deep he was almost knocking me off the chair. Finally Joe came around to the front of me so he could slide his slimy cock down my throat and giving me something to lean against so that I wouldn't fall over from the vicious fuck that was being served to me. After about ten minutes of deep pounding the guys breathing quickened and he grabbed my hips tight- seemed like he was about to shoot his load when all of a sudden he pulled nearly all the way out. “Fuck” he said. I looked over my shoulder and noticed that the condom had broken- ¾ of the condom had rolled all the way down to the base of his cock when he was fucking me. He got sheepish all of the sudden and just stood there with the head of his cock at the edge of my hole and said, "It broke". I responded by looking him straight in the eyes as I slid my ass back down on his cock to the base in one smooth stroke. I moaned around Joe’s cock- which he immediately shoved balls deep down my throat and growled, "Atta boy, bro, get that black nut." I started to fuck back on the guy and he grabbed my hips and murmured "ah...Fuck it" and started to brutally pound my hole again. My "brother" was still talking as they spit roasted me. "Beat that pussy up, man. Give my whore little brother what he needs. He loves taking seed from the black man. Fill his whore ass with your load, man. Knock his fuck-hole up." I was transfixed. Half hypnotized and half fucked into submission. I just took it- just let my body get thrown back and forth between these to forceful fuckers. The black dude started talking now too (as guys will when they are getting close to shooting) saying "Goddamn I love me some sloppy, slut’s hole." He smacked the back of my head. "I wish you could see your bitch cunt being stretched out by my fuckin’ cock, you whore. You like it don't you? You love a hard cock in your hot fucking cunt, don't you?" When I heard that, I reached down to where my shorts were around my ankles and grabbed my phone. Without taking my buddy's cock out of my mouth I opened the video app and handed it up to Joe. He took the hint and started filming. I found out later that he filmed everything. He even handed the camera to guys that were fucking me so that they could get close-ups of my pussy getting slammed and the creampies that occurred between fuckings. I still love that fucking video! I groaned again around the long cock in my throat and was starting to get dizzy from lack of oxygen and the constant head smacking. I think Joe sensed it and pulled out, kneeling in front of me, looking directly in my eyes, telling me that he loved watching me get fucked by all that hard black meat. He also kept encouraging the guy to “fuck me harder” while he kept feeding me poppers. After a few minutes, he turned to the latin guy two seats away, watching the whole thing and beating off his now huge, veiny cock. Damn- that dude had a bigger cock that the fucker wrecking my hole! Joe saw me looking and, as the black dude started to tell me that he was getting ready to load my stretched cunt with cum, Joe started talking to the other guy, asking him if he wanted to fuck me. After a minute or so- Joe stood up again and shoved his cock back into my throat right about the time the black guy started calling out, "Take it, you fucking cunt! Ima make you pregnant, bitch!" and shoved his whole fat fuckin’ cock up into my guts as he shoved my head down onto my Joe's thick, white meat, and I felt shot after shot warming up my guts. The black guy reached forward and wrapped his long ass fingers around my throat and started to choke me- harder and harder as he continued to spasm in my ass. I was just starting to panic when he let go, and eased his softening cock out of me, it seemed to take a full minute to slide out of my slick pussy, finally popping out with a wet sound and falling down to slap against the dudes naked thigh. I was in ecstasy, moaning like a contented whore. Joe pulled his still hard cock out of my mouth and told me to "turn your ass around and clean that black cock up, bitch." I did. I took that softening black snake in my mouth and swallowed it whole. I managed to latch onto the ring of the rubber that remained around the base of his softening cock and pulled it off with my tongue and lips. I spit it aside and looking up into the guy's eyes as he took my head gently in his hands and pulled me back, deep onto his cock and just held me there- fully impaled on his cock as it leaked the last few drops into my throat. Now, I usually like to apply suction and run my tongue up the underside of a cock after it shoots, all the way up to the tip so that I can get that last glob of cum still in the tube. I sucked the last of the nut out and smiled up at the guy. He winked at me and pulled away, pulling up his pants and turned away- reminding me that I was just a cock-sucking faggot and he was done with me. I sighed contentedly and turned around, noticing that my "brother" was no longer talking. He couldn't talk cause he was being fed that monster latin meat. He was on his knees and the latin guy had his head in a hard grip with one hand, fucking his throat, while reaching forward and torturing one of his nips with his other callused, grease-stained hands. Joe was moaning and taking that big dick like a champ. I looked around and noticed that quite a few guys had entered while I was getting loaded. There was another smaller black guy in the corner, a couple of old trolls and a skinny, younger guy with a Target work shirt on the other side. I was naked and on my knees with cum dripping outta my obviously stretched ass. All of these guys had just seen me get fucked like a whore and filled with sperm. I looked back to the new smaller black dude who about 45, ripped/ wiry body and had a wedding ring on his finger. He was an ugly fucker. Dark as coal and a big scar on the side of his face. He had a huge flat nose and looked back at me with a look of disgust. I kneeled there- not ten feet away from him- dripping cum from my hole. My cock was hard as a rock- this all turned me THE FUCK on. He reached down and started to undo his belt, which he then pulled all the way off- laying it over his thighs as he started to pop the buttons on his jeans. I watched him as I took my poppers from off the floor, took a really deep hit in each nostril and then tucked them back into the elastic of my shorts. I dropped to my hands and knees and started to crawl toward him. I heard Joe, behind me whisper "that's right bro go get that fuckin’ black dick, man- you know how much you need it." I stayed focused on the black man's big hands as they unbuttoned the final metal buttons and he reached into the fly of his boxers with his wedding ring hand and started to pull out a massive, ridiculously long slab of black meat. I love it when the hand around a cock being offered to me has a wedding ring around it. It means that I'm going to get a chance to show this married guy all the things his wife wasn’t giving him. As I got close to him he sneered at me, his hard, knotted, veiny, log of a cock pointing right at me and then he stood up. He held the belt in one hand and for a moment I thought he was going to hit me with it- but he didn't. He just leaned over and wrapped the belt around my neck. As he did, I noticed that it had holes all the way from the end of the buckle. He secured it at the tightest buckle that wouldn't be choking me and then tugged on it a couple of times. He seemed satisfied and then he spoke. His voice was deep and evil sounding. It sent shivers through me and made my hole throb as it leaked sperm onto the cement. He said. "Look at me, bitch" My gaze had fixated back on that ebony ass wrecker sticking out of his fly. It was so dark black, not even seeming to have any brown in it, just slick, coal black. The skin on it was mesmerizing. "Look at me!" he said again- with authority and depth, more than volume. I looked up into his eyes and he looked down at me with a cold, dark stare. "Good boy. Here’s what’s gonna happen: You’ll take any cock in your cunt or throat that wants to feed or fuck you and then- after you’ve takin’ ‘em all- I’ll wreck your fuckin’ hole with this." He tugged me closer and- never taking my eyes off of his- I crawled over to him. He took his cock in his hand again and he started to smack that fucker against the side of my face hard- holding me in place with the belt leash. He stopped after a few slaps and then he fed me just the tip of his cock and -with a grunt and a solid push- the head popped past my stretched lips. "That's it, faggot. Hold your black master's cock head in your little slut mouth. Ah… yeah, baby,,, work your lips and tongue but don't you worry about trying to take more of it just now. Just suck on the tip , cunt." I did- looking up at him the whole time. "That's a good bitch, keep looking at me, I want to see all the pain and how good it feels as these guys fuck you.” I felt a hand on my ass, then more hands all over my back and shoulders and ass- while I still held the huge, black cock head in my mouth, "Ready to get fucked some more, bro? You know ya need more cock." I heard from behind me as I felt what had to be Joe’s fleshy cock at the entrance to my slick hole. The dude holding the leash held out his hand and told me to give him my poppers. I immediately handed them to him and he opened the bottle holding it under my nostrils till my head was spinning. I passed ‘em back, heard him taking a few huffs and passing them around as Joe (who I had only met a couple of hours ago) shoved his meaty rod into my hungry cum-hole. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Be a good whore and give every guy that comes into this theater tonight. You're my slut brother now. Let your black master pimp your ass all night, cunt." Then he stood back up, pulled his rock hard cock almost out of my ass and without even a beat, rammed it raw back in as hard as he could and proceeded to fuck me like a demon, forcing me further onto my black master's cock, stretching me so that I thought my lips would rip at the corners. My master quickly pulled my face off of his cock with a loud pop and said. "I tole you not to take more than the head, you stupid slut" and pulled the leather belt around my neck hard a couple of times while Joe raped my ass. After a few seconds, he jammed the head back in my mouth and said, "You better hold it there, bitch or I will beat your motherfuckin ass….."
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Hey guys. This story is inspired by my new SEXY buddy, TexasTwink . He's cute, and you should all write to him to thank him for this story idea. Thank you, TexasTwink. 😉 Please Use a Condom - Chapter 1. A buddy of mine, Sam, has a penchant for corrupting young ‘safe sex only’ guys. Over a few beers, he told me about this one guy he was planning on bringing over to the dark side. A sexy twink from Texas met him in an airport bar and confided that he wanted to be used by several guys at the same time. He fantasized about being taken raw by multiple men, but wasn’t quite ready. He asked my buddy if he’d be willing to help him. He told him he’d come up with something. They exchanged numbers and boarded their flights. They had kept in touch and the twink was going to be traveling back through town for work in a while. My buddy told me that the twink was passing through in a few days and wanted to invite me to join in the festivities. We were going to meet in a bar on Friday night and get the twink some liquid courage before heading back to my buddy’s playroom to have some piggy fun. I could tell from the pics that Sam shared with me that the twink was beautiful, mid-20s, blond hair hanging in his face and over his ears, great smile, and a nice slim body. His jeans showed off his curvy meaty butt. I arrived at the bar first and was pretty sure the cute guy at the bar was the guy we were to meet. A few guys from around showed up before my buddy, and we were all eyeing this tasty-looking twink. I saw Mike and Bill, two POZ guys I’d swapped loads with in the past. There was an older bald heavy-set guy with a beer gut and a massive barrel chest who Mike introduced me to as Ron. When I shook Ron’s paw, I saw a biohazard tattoo on his furry forearm. A sexy Latin guy greeted Ron, who, in turn, introduced the two of us. The Latin guy's name was Pedro. No word or sign if Pedro was POZ or not. The twink was clearly nervous as he downed two beers. My buddy showed up and sat down next to him giving him a big bear hug before introducing us all to ‘tonight’s entertainment.’ We shared a few beers as the twink loosened up. My buddy had his hands down the back of his jeans and was clearly fingering his hole. The twink was squirming and cooing, clearly loving his fantasy coming true. Sam took care of the tab, and we all headed outside to walk the short distance back to his place, arm in arm. The twink was a little drunk, but still very much in control of what he wanted. When we got to Sam’s place, he let us in and led us down to the basement playroom, complete with a leather sling, and a wall of toys. We all helped the twink undress down to his jockstrap. Just as Sam was about to help him into the sling, his eyes flashed wide. He held up his hands as asked if he could have a moment alone with Sam. The four of us went back upstairs to get undressed and get ready for some serious fucking. Sam came upstairs to find me on my knees switching between the cock of my old and new friend. "Bad news, guys. Our twink friend is scared to take so much raw cock. Now, he’s gonna let us fuck him, but there’s a condition: we've gotta use a condom." Mike reached into his pants, puddled on the floor, and pulled out a wrapped condom and commented with a sly smile "I've been saving this for someone special." Sam looked concerned and countered saying "Come on, guys. If he wants us to use a condom, we should honor that, right?’" Sam took Mike’s condom and made sure it wasn't stale, and that the wrapper was intact, asking "You sick fuck didn’t stab this with a pin or anything did you?" Mike shook his head no. My sense was he was being honest. Sam’s concern devolved into a sneer. He asked us to wait right there for a moment. I went back to sucking cock as Sam headed back downstairs. H e reappeared a few moments later with a big grin saying "We’re in luck, pigs. Our twink is into kink. He gave me permission to try something raunchy. We’re going to all fuck him. With a condom. This condom. We all have to wear the same one. And when it breaks, it breaks." The guys helped me to my feet and we headed down the dark steps to find the twink in the sling, blindfolded and holding a bottle of poppers to his nose. To be continued…
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