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I’d been drinking, and in my inebriated mind decided to walk home rather than wait for a night bus. After checking a couple of apps, I was feeling a bit horny even if I had no mind to do anything about it. It was then when I noticed the illuminated sign for the sauna. I’d passed it many times before and knew it had something of a reputation for its theme nights where one night it’s Daddies/ Bois or no towels or whatever. I decided that I would pop in for a bit, freshen up in the shower and maybe get sucked off. Job done. Once I’m buzzed in I realise that I’m actually doing this, and so check in for a towel, give reception my email for some reason for their mailing list, and head into the changing area, clumsily undress and then head into the main part of the sauna. After doing the rounds – and discovering there’s even a sling area, which stank of piss – I settled into a wood cabin that seemed fairly quiet bar the two older daddy types, mid-50s, looked like regulars but were in hot shape, gently feasting off each other’s bodies, teasing each zone and clearly been there a while. I settled down on a bench to the side and vaguely watched them. One of them reached over under my towel and put his hand on my stiffening cock and smiled “What have we here?” He leaned over further and began nibbling on my cock. Fuck. I hadn’t quite budgeted for this, but my horniness seemingly had me pinned to the spot as his mouth started to suck. His mate slid over and handed me some poppers. I felt obliged to really. It seemed rude not to. Although the minute I whiffed a few snorts my head felt like the wiring had come lose and all that now mattered was this hairy dad feeding on me. His mate leant into kiss me and again and suddenly I’d never wanted this stranger more. I felt the cocksucker’s fingers probe my hole, somewhat looking confused that it was dry and tight, but almost instantaneously the evidence of a sick grin replacing it. “Slow night brother?” It took me a moment to realise he was talking to me. “Uh… not really. Just a bit drunk and horny” I replied. “Hehe, nice. Drunk and horny on a PozBro night. I get you” “Wait, what? I thought that was Tuesdays...” “No mate. Been Thursdays for the last four months. Every other week we let in non-members and chasers” “Really? Ah okay. Bit of a mistake. I’ll leave you guys to it then” as I went to get up, the popper daddy pulled me backed into a kiss. I was beginning to feel strange, and realise these fuckers had me in their web. I could hear the door being locked and started to feel panicked “Not so fast bro… Hey Steve I think we’ve got ourselves a newbie!” I kept struggling as Steve pulled out the poppers again. Fuuuuck. What was in them? They were making me react the way they wanted. My body betraying my frantic mind. Half terrified, half horny. Jesus. I could only hope to get out of this alive. “I think you’re right Glen. Luckily for him we’re on a recruitment drive. I think we should showcase a few of the membership benefits while he’s here.” Glen was starting to tease my hole with his tongue. Oh boy, not felt anything like that before. I had begun to bliss out with the intoxication, feeling reasonably good despite the fact I was naked, horny, off my face in a locked room with two poz fuckers talking about recruiting me. Holy shit. I found myself turning my face to Steve’s cock. Man, what a fucking amazing poz tool, I thought. Thoughts that evaporated as I begun to suck down on it. Meanwhile Glen had been probing my hole, and I’d been slowly aware of letting him begin to probe me further. I wasn’t quite understanding my behavior, but everything felt so good and right and I figured I could risk this. They must be bluffing, I thought, there is no way someone would be so toxic that it would take immediately… That’s how I looked at it. Surely every guy doesn’t get pozzed instantly… That said, Glen was still pursuing my hole. I noticed him spit on his cock. I hoped there’d be lube but it was unlikely I was to get a smooth ride. These two fuckers know too much as it is. “That’s one tight hole there. Good thing you have us here to help you realise what a pleasure centre you can be. So much potential for you as a pozbro”. Oh fuck.
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** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…
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Hello, so I have a confession to make I am not a really a nice person. I always had issues with the law and Ive been in and out of prison for many years and last time i was inside my cellmate was everything i wish ive never met but he was so hot it was hard not to bend over his will. I was set to prison for 5 years to arm and robbery a corner store and because i had a weapon i was sent to prison high level security. When I arrive i could see right away that i needed to make friends to make sure i was gonna stay safe during my time over there. Because of medical reason i told my security guard that i wish to be put on the Protective custody. I told him that i will not cause any trouble and I am not violent. The guard was like ok I will put you there but you will need to buckmates with the oldest immates on this side. He told me to be carefull to not get on his bad side and try to stay as friendly as possible to keep him happy. So when i got my towels, my clothings for the inside and some shoes I was walking toward my cell. The guard push me inside and lock the door behind me. It was dark so i couldnt see everything in my cell and what i could manage to see was two buck bed one top of each other, a small desk, the toilet and a small window at the end of the wall. As i was approching the bed i saw the immate stand up and blocking me to getting on my bed on top. He was tall about 6.5 and 250lb of big muscles. He was shirtless with his suit wrap around his hips. I could see right away he had tattto all over his arms and chest and what struck me was his biohazard symbol on his pelvis. It was something that always turn me on a guy as he saying to the world that he is toxic and warning that his load contains bugs infectious to anyone who dare to take it. He gave me the feeling that he was someone that fucks a lot bareback and never get tested making his cock toxic and fills with bugs high viral load. He introduced himself : -Hey sup you are my new cellmate, Im Dave. Who are you? - Im Matthew, just got in and yes ill be your new cellmate. Im chill and not looking for any trouble - What are you in for? -Ive done some arm robbery with weapon but I am not violent -Cool check tell you right away Im a sex offender and Ive done bad stuff in the pass you will probably hear in the yard that im a bad egg. Me too im not looking for trouble but tell you right away if you piss me off ill take care of your pretty little face real quick. Seeing all his big muscle and his hairy chest with salt and pepper hair I could see right away I was better not to get on his bad side. I told him im coold with you being a sex offender. So he moved and let me jump on my bed. It was around 9pm and the light turned off it was time for bed. The thing is being a sex offender you must have done some bad stuff but with his physique I could imagine some hot sex scene etc. I was really curious about what he has done to get himself inside for so long period of time. -So you are sex offender what exactly have you done to get that status? -I had some fun with lots of small btm and I wasn’t the most gentle one on top of that. I will not get into more details just say that I like my btm to obey me and do what I ask. Beside my huge cock require some special condition to get hard It was hot to see him fucking a btm tight hole etc and I could imagine myself bending over for him. -What are kind of condition are we talking about here? -Well first I always play bareback no matter what my status and I don’t care if the bottom doesn’t want to play raw just with condom I always play bare. Two when I am in I don’t stop until I cum deep inside his gut. Don’t care if he complains or cry I put everything up to balls deep and do a nice hard pumping motion. The thing is I miss my son as I was making him a man by showing the ropes how to be a good btm and a great top. Since hes a kid we had a unspoken bond where we share everything and had nice experience together as he got older we played more often than ever. I was really proud of him when he took all my 9 inch deep in his gut. I made part of my brotherhood and now that im inside hes duty is to be the chef of the brotherhood clan. I wasn’t understanding much about the brotherhood clan exactly what was intel of it all but the fact that he fucked his son was really hot!. -You fucked your son -Yes I did and more than once. At his 18th birthday I told him that hes a man now and must become the real son I always wanted him to be. As we never done anything specific before he was really nervous and knew that I had a group of friends and I meet up every once in a while to throw a rager. I told him I wanted him to be part of my group of friends I want him to become a member. I told him I was poz and some. As I fucked a lot of btms in my days and went to the clinic the results came back and never got the chance to get treated to what I needed and my viral load was really high as well. My son is part of the swim team of his college so he pretty fit and slim and has no hair at all. He looks like you kinda. But anyway as I told him I wanted him to be part of my group of friends I needed him to concede to be my personal bottom and follow all my direction. Dave continue to explain that because hes a rough top and that he only fuck raw he needed to explain to his son that he will be fuck without mercy and take him all the way to the balls. He knew he had a big cock but was evil enough to push the limits to make him take it all. He told me that they got into his bedroom and they got undress. Him being all muscular and hairy chest with all his tattoo and proud to show his biohazard on his frontpelvis where his son was looking directly as they got undress. He told his son that when hes done with him him too he will have this biohazard tattoo on him as hes gonna let him get tattoo for his birthday gift. …to be continued
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My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’ ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ To be continued???
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The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind, without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall as I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny as I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young, preferably a twink with no body hair at all. While 18 years would be great, certainly no one older than 21. It was around 6:00 PM and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head home, when I saw a blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a handwritten sign with the single word '‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there,” the guy said politely, adding “Going north…. ?” He looked very tired. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland,” I explained. “That’s rocking. Any distance will help," he replied, not moving from the passenger’s side, presumably awaiting my instructions. I got out of my car and, opening the trunk of my car, said "Here, put your backpack in here, and then hop into the car." He turned to his backpack. I could feel my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk. After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Daniel. And yours?" “My friends call me 'Scorpion',” I replied with a grin. He chuckled, saying "I like that," as he added "“Nice to meet you, Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride.” He gave me a broad smile, flashing his perfect set of teeth. “How long had you been waiting on the side of the road?" “Man, forever, it seems. I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch,” he complained. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “Well, thanks to you, at least I'm one step closer to getting home," he commented. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel mentioned me he had just celebrated his 18th birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seat belt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt, and, as the seat of his jeans slid down, the upper reaches of his butt cheeks were clearly visible. Having retrieved the bottle,he turned around and gave me the water. “You’re thirsty?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he look around, that there should be another bottle some where in the back seat. I knew there was one left, since I had spiked it with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon. My cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to register that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. It appeared he had drunk about half of the bottle of spiked water. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I pulled over into an apparently little used parking lot and stopped the car. There were no other cars in sight. I grabbed the bottle out of the boy's crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a hand towel I had deliberately placed on the driving console, and wiped Daniel’s crotch, giving his dick a good groping. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I instructed him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat. I was, however, very interested in the guy's crotch. It was time. I threw the towel aside and massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you,” I murmured as I turned back and re-started the engine. I wanted to reach the nearest possible abandoned place, and, as I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I glanced at my drowsing new toy and thought ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again'.
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A red light illuminated the dirty grey walls. Dark, shadowy figures moved in around me. The room felt small. Or was it that the dark figures filled the space? It was hard to tell from how I was positioned. The tingly feeling in my feet was so strong that they were numb and overpowered my train of thought. My arms stretched far above my head, held tight by what I could only imagine were restraints, equally adding to the interrupting pain, preventing me from focusing on what is, and I would presume, a shitting situation. How did I get here? ‘Not tonight, Steve. Let me sleep.’ Muffing into his pillow. ‘Common, we haven’t fucked in months… I think we are pushing on a year.’ I move my hand over the side of his waist, only to be swatted away. ‘Uugh.’ I tossed and turned, trying to settle my restlessness. ‘Fuck. Steve. Just go and watch TV or something.’ I logged onto my computer. Like routine, I searched for some of the most fucked up porn I could find while I jerked off. Real piggy shit. Nasty men gangbanging guys close to my age. Messy throat fucking porn and hardcore bondage and BDSM play. But it is getting to a point where the porn is just not satisfying. I reflected on how long I had been doing this monotonous routine porn searching and jerking off. I got with my partner soon after I turned 18. I’m 26, and our sex life dried out not long into our third year together. I’m a traditionalist, and I believe in monogamy, and I believe in commitment. Thick or thin, as they say. But here I am. Needs not being met and alone jerking off to what people see as fucked up and completely wrong. I start flicking through hook-up sites, feeling completely guilty for it. I struck up a few chats with a couple of blocks here and there; occasionally, I would get a dick pic and the odd arse hole here and there. I don’t understand why guys sent pictures of their arse holes. They’re not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. Something about chatting with blokes online just felt… Soulless. The routine kept on and on. As I was about to call it, I stumbled across one profile of an older guy I found hot. He was in decent shape and a bit rough-looking. I’m not much for clean-cut guys. But what his profile said struck my interest. He was openly poz, and he seemed a little proud of it. I realised I was jerking harder than usual. I couldn’t control myself and emptied my balls over my smooth, defined chest. ‘What are you all dressed up for?’ ‘Far well drink with work mate. You know Lisa. She’s finished up with the firm… You were invited, remember.’ I straighten up my belt, checking my appearance in the mirror. Looking sharp, I thought. I could feel a shift in my partner’s energy, ‘Well. Long are you gonna be?’ ‘I don’t know.’ The guilt crept up inside. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door, checking myself in the reflection of the splash back in the kitchen as I strutted past. ‘What about me.’ ‘I won’t be long.’ I gave him a peck on the lips and left. The bar was hustling, and my work colleagues were in a party mood. I was torn between wanting to be part of their level of party and the guilt of not returning to my partner. My boss pressed another beer into my chest. I have a good friendship with my boss. I had worked with him for about three years. We spoke about personal shit, and I have opened up about my sex life and he… Well, he isn’t shy about his. Shawn was a married man. Two kids under 14. But he isn’t innocent. For an older bloke, he can get any pussy he likes, and he does. Our after-work chats always end up with him telling me how he banged some bird the other night. And I’m telling you, I thought I had a fucked up perverted sense of taste. He would have to be just as fucked up, if not worse. He’s told me stories of sharing his wife with other men. He gets a real kick seeing strangers shooting their load into his wife and then going in after. I’m always rock hard when he tells me, and he knows it too. Tonight is no different. We sat out on the deck with Shawn telling me yet another one of his conquests. ‘Fuck. I must have drunk too much.’ My eyesight was blurry, and I felt a little drowsy. ‘Shut up. I’m taking you out on a good night, Steve. No calling it early like you always do.’ And he didn’t let me leave. The crowd thinned out, and I was beginning to feel shitfaced. Soon, there were only the two of us. ‘Common mate. It's time to really party. I’m going to introduce you to a few fellas that I know. But first. We need to make a pit stop.’ And sure enough, we stopped by a brothel. ‘Jacob. What are we doing here… Mate? I can barely keep my eyes open.’ ‘Shh.’ We were on the couch as the ladies came out of the back room one by one, as though they were Jacob's personal catalogue. ‘Hi, I’m Cindy.’ The brunette bombshell said, flirting with Shawn. ‘Shawn. You remember I am gay, right.’ ‘Shh… Hi Cindy. Wanna play.’ ‘I sure do. Come with me. Shawn got up to follow, nudging me to come with them. The room was what you would expect when going to a brothel: distasteful and over the top with velvet and oddly chosen furniture. I slumped into the chair in the corner. Shawn wasted no time getting busy with Cindy. I must have passed out. The sounds of thumping and muffling moans and groans first caught my consciousness. My lids scrapped against my dry eyes. And like I said earlier. An arse hole is not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. And Shawn’s arse is one of those grand visions. It was like it sobered me up as I watched his cheek flex every time he pumped his cock in Cindy. I was instantly throbbing and felt the strain of my cock pressed hard against my stomach from my tight jocks. He picked up pace. I couldn’t help but imagine licking the sweat built up in the matted bit of hair just above his arse crack. Trails of sweat wept across his burning skin as he held Cindy tight to his body while pumped away like it was the last fuck of his life. ‘Haah… Uugh.. Aaah...’ He moaned, and I knew. His arse cheeks held firm. Cindy’s legs wrapped around him tighter. I had to do everything in my power not to… Release.
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I didn't mean to do it. I just couldn't help myself. There are times I get overcome by my own lust, and I just get carried away. I was turned on when we finally met, he was my ideal of a "son" to my "dad". Though a little older than what you might conceive of as my son, he was nonetheless my ideal of what I want in a boy. And add to that the fact that he was in total leather, matching my outfit, it was just a match. We had chatted so much about this first meeting. We each knew what turned the other on. He liked my cigars and I liked his boyish good looks and attitude. And when we met and then kissed, it was that sort of 'dream come true' event. That first kiss seemed to last forever. Not only were our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands were exploring each other's bodies. And shortly he had my stiff, dripping cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees to give me one of those blowjobs you dream about. I was still smoking my cigar, and the smoke was about to fill the motel room, I was smoking so hard while he hit all the hot spots. When he rose up and kissed me again, tasting my cigar spit and me tasting that great cock /pre-cum taste on his lips, I was just too turned on. I had his belt loose and his jeans around his ankles before he knew what happened. And even though we were lip locked, I could still get his cock out of his jockstrap and feel the pre-cum on the tip of his cock. I rubbed it the length of his rock hard cock, and slipped my cock between his legs. I guess it was the way he opened his legs to let my cock in that so excited me. I could tell he wanted it then, even though he had told me he was still HIV negative and didn't want any raw sex with a poz guy like me. I had my hands up under his shirt working his nips and was kissing and licking his face till he was just a puppy in my paws. I gently moved him around, kissing his neck and massaging his ass cheeks, until I was behind him, nibbling his earlobes. That was when my stiff meat found his ass crack and set course for his asshole. I was pushing hard against him, trying to get my tongue in his ear, when he sort of fell against the wall and then braced himself against it with both hands, intending to turn back around, but by then I had a nip in each hand, having thrown down my dead cigar, and he was moving in response, enjoying it too much to protest. And my cockhead had found his puckered rosebud of an asshole, one of those that seems to have an arrow tattooed above it, saying "FUCK HERE". And I had him by the arms, holding him tight as I kissed and bit his neck. "Oh, Daddy!" he kept saying, over and over, as if he was trying to persuade himself not to resist. When I pushed and began to feel my cockhead penetrate, he stiffened. "Daddy, don't make me do this, please," he pleaded, and he turned his head slightly towards me. I reached around and kissed him. "It's gonna be OK, son, just relax," I said, and I made a hip thrust that popped him open. I love that feel on my cockhead, when you first pop a boy open like that. There is no feel like it in the world, tight and hot, and then so warm and wet and wonderful. I just couldn't help myself. Hugging him tightly, kissing all over his neck, so he didn't notice so much that I was impaling him on my cock. By the time I think he knew what was happening, he was fucked. I had my cock almost all the way up his ass. And he was loving it. I could tell he was trying to fight the urge, but wanting it so bad. All the time I was kissing him, I kept telling him it was fine, he was all right, this will be great, just relax and enjoy it, son, give yourself to your dad. Then suddenly he gave a kind of shudder, and bucked hard back against me. "Oh, Daddy, take me, take my ass, give me your cum!" "That's it son, enjoy this fuck, feel your Daddy's hard cock up your ass, love that stiff meat so deep inside you!" He was with me then, meeting every thrust. When I'd hit bottom he'd grab me hard and tight, as much fucking my dick with his ass as I was fucking his hole with my rod. "Make me your Boy, Daddy, fuck your Boy, show me how much you want me Daddy!" I was in the heavy strokes now, fucking his ass hard. My juices were flowing. When I get a hot ass like this, the first fuck is hot and heavy and doesn't take too long, so I knew I was getting close. "Where do you want Daddy's load, boy?" I asked, as I held him tight and humped him hard. "Give me your load, Daddy, make me your Boy, plant that load UP MY ASS!" He was bucking hard, and if I had really wanted to pull out, it would have been difficult, as he was in pace with me so well. "Oh, God, Son, I can't help it, here it is, take it boy, take Daddy's hot cum up your ass." "Daddy, show me how much you love me, fuck me, fuck my ass, give me your juice, Daddy, FUCK ME HARD!" I lit into him hard then, I could feel the cum move from my balls up the length of my shaft and begin to spurt out deep inside him. And I think he must've felt something, even though I know you have to learn to feel it when a guy cums up your ass. There was just something about the way he moved, like he was suckin’ the cum up deep inside himself. We both hit the spot at the same time. "OH GOD!" we both shouted in unison. "Here it is boy, here's Daddy's cream, take Daddy's load, you're MY BOY now!" "Hit me hard, Daddy, show me how much you love me, pound that cum in my hot hole - fuck me Daddy - FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!" I held him tight and shot my final spurts as deep inside as I could, knowing I was tying him to me in a way no man ever had before. I was converting him to my son in more ways than one. I was making him my BOY in a truly positive manner. His ass drew up so tight on my shaft, I thought sure he must be spurting his load. His ass was suckin’ the cum up deep, and he began to flex under me, I could feel his whole body moving, as if he was absorbing the sex and distributing it throughout his body. We held that position a long time. Sweat was dripping down my nose, and he was sweaty feeling as I ran my hands over his chest and caressed his nips. I still had all my clothes on, my fucking cock out of my pants, but otherwise still as I had walked into the room. His pants were around his ankles, but he still had on the jockstrap, shirt, vest and leather jacket. We both were soaked under all that clothing. But neither moved, we were still in that great Dad/Son connection, feeling the cum that bound us together. Eventually he stopped vibrating, coming back to reality, realizing what had happened. He sort of slumped at that point, I thought he might be crying, so I pulled out and turned him around and kissed him. He was crying, or at least he had tears in his eyes, so I kissed the tears away, and he began to respond. When I put my hand down to his crotch, I discovered a jock hanging heavy with cum. So I pulled off him, bent down and sucked the cum out of his jock, and pulled his limp, gooey cock out and sucked it clean. He was breathing very heavily now, I think partly shock and partly so turned on. Standing up, I led him to the bed and made him sit on it, so I could sit beside him. We kissed again - another long lover's kiss, and soon tongues and hands were exploring. Clothes began to fall off us, some being taken off by the other, some shucked off by the wearer, but our pants were trapped by our boots. We had reached that point again, too quickly. The pants just had to stay on, we were at fuck number two. I got him into doggie position and stuck my cock back up his ass. It was much easier this time, just made him take a sudden inhale when I slid home. We urged each other on again, and soon he had a second cumshot up his ass. Damn hot boy, he wanted sex as much as I did. We seemed to be a pair, destined to be together. After I added that second load, I just held him close and told him how much I loved him, and he did the same. When my cock went flat and fell out of his ass, he rolled over and I got on top of him so we could kiss and cuddle again. We took time to get the boots off, finally got our pants off and were naked, just kissing and rolling all over the bed, the way lovers do. We came up for air and took a smoke break. Gave me a chance to really look at him, as I hadn't really seen him naked before, even though I'd planted two loads up his ass. And he did the same. I was surprised to see how he blushed when he noticed how I was admiring his boyish body. He had kept himself in great shape, and I had enjoyed it. The smoke break over, we resumed the kissing, this time being able to be face to face for the first time, really. I didn't intend to fuck him again, and frankly I generally don’t come three times in rapid succession, but this was beyond mere sex. This was infatuation. My cock just knew the way to his ass so well by this time. When I got on top and was kissing him, my cock was tumescent and, finding his hole, entered easily. He spread wide, put his legs firmly around my hips and put his heels in my ass. Then he pushed hard, making my cock really hit the good spots. Every time I made a stroke that didn't please him, he'd almost kick my cock up his ass. I couldn't complain, I had my tongue far down his throat. And when I felt the cum moving yet a third time, I got his legs up on my shoulder, shoved a pillow under his ass and began those prying deep strokes, where you aim for the boy's prostate and fuck him hard. "Oh God, Daddy, I love it when you fuck me like that, do it again, harder, deeper, come on man, put your seal on me, give me the third load, make me your boy forever!" I got my arms up under his shoulders, pulled him into my fuck strokes and kissed him hard as I fucked my cum into his hot ass, so warm and wet and wild, filled to overflowing with my loads. I wanted to fuck him so hard the cum would flow out his hole and soak the bed. I wanted to fuck him so bad he could taste my cum from the inside out. I wanted to plant my loads so deep he'd shit my cum for a week. Didn't take long. Spurts of ‘Daddy Cream’ joined the loads already there. My fuck piston planted it's third load, the cum pooling around my balls, running down his crack. I pinned him down, legs against his chest, as I pounded the last strokes home, trying to get my cum as deep inside him as I could. And he rose up against me on every stroke, making sure he got that jizz as deep inside as possible. When I was drained, I slammed a fuck stroke hard and held it, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes again, and we kissed. Then I felt his cock move between us, that steady pulse of a cock shooting cum, a feeling I love. If I don't see or feel a boy cum when I fuck him, I'm not fucking him right, and I had fucked this boy right. His cock spurted a heavy load between us, and his cum between and us and mine up his ass were binding us together in many, many ways. We kissed for a long time. Took us a long time to come down off that fuck plateau, where you want to stay as long as you can. When I fell out of his ass, I let his legs down and sucked his limp cock into my mouth and sucked out all the strings of his cum I could get. Then I licked his hole and crotch clean, keeping some of the cum in my mouth, so we could share it when we kissed. And as I did that, he moved around so he could reach my cock, and sucked it clean. When we kissed, I could taste his ass, his cum and my cum, all mixed together, one wonderful taste, a taste every dad wants from his boy. We fell asleep like that. When we woke the next morning, we were a mess, and the bed was a mess. There was cum everywhere, encrusted on our cocks and torsos. Time for a piss and a shower. Then we had a smoke and got to examine each other by the light of day. Sometimes that's when it all falls apart, when you come to in the morning and discover that the guy you thought was so great the night before is not nearly as attractive. But there was no change this morning, I still thought he was the best thing I'd ever had, and he allowed as how I was his Dad. We went to breakfast, and it was as if I was meeting him for the first time. We sat there and smoked and drank our coffee, and talked about all the things lovers talk about. The waitress finally asked us if we were going to order lunch, and we realized what time it was. We excused ourselves, left a large tip for having had such good service for such a long time, and went back to the motel room. By the time we'd each had a piss, we were on the bed again, and the maid's knock interrupted our first fuck of the day. I shouted that we were still in the room, and she went away, and I planted my load. This was a lover's fuck, that long, slow, gentle fuck of two men deeply in love. There was no hard thrusting, no pounding of a load deep. He was still moist from the fucks last night, and I wasn't really up to a hot and heavy fuck, but we needed to have sex again, to see if it was still there, and it was. That wasn't our last fuck, not by a long shot, but those four were the ones that we always remember and talk about. Few men are as fortunate as I. To find a guy like this that fits me so well. I can only hope that he continues to feel the same about me.
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I met my ex 3 years ago online. He was completely different than anyone I had dated before. He was a tall muscular top that was very dominant both in and out of bed. I fell hard for him and found him very hard to resist. Shortly after we started dating, he took me to Steamworks in Chicago. He told me it was his fantasy to watch his bf get fucked by other guys. I was very nervous considering I had never done anything like this before. After we got settled in the room, he threw me face down on the bed and started rimming/fingering my ass. For some reason, it burnt while he was doing it. He wasn't using much lube so I just assumed it was that. After he was done, he told me to stay face down while he went and walked around. When he knocked on the door, I made sure I was in position. I started feeling really horny due to the booty bump he gave me without me knowing. After about 20 min. he knocked and I got ready. He sat down in front of me and told me to suck his cock. After telling me to keep my eyes focused on him, I felt a hand on my ass. The guy he let in started fingering me and I felt the same burn again while he was doing it. After allowing me to take a hit of poppers, the guy behind me lined his cock up to my ass and started pushing inside me. My eyes widened and my bf said everything was ok that he asked the guy if he was neg already. The guy was pretty big and once he slide all the way in, he started pounding my ass. I was really starting to loosen up at this point. I couldn't believe how much I liked what was going on. At some point, the guy must have reached around and opened the door. I was so focused on my bf that when they guy slipped out, I didn't realize that he let someone else slide in. When my bf was done watching, he fucked me several times that night. I left that night thinking the cum in my ass was his, but the two guys that fucked me, stealthed my ass while my bf enjoyed every minute. About a year into our relationship, my bf started introducing chems into our sex life. Love makes you do crazy things and I gave in to him immediately. He told me that the only way to play was bb to enhance the experience. He then told me he had been doing it for months without me knowing. We started hooking up with guys regularly on the weekend. He always watched them fuck me and I never said no to anyone he invited over. I was so fucked up by the end of the weekend that I had to start smoking on the weekdays to just stay awake. As a result, I was always horny and I started looking for other ways to get cock. During my lunch breaks, I would walk over to the cruisy bathroom down the street and suck cock or get fucked. Taking loads from anyone who was there. Afterwards, I would text my bf and tell him what I was doing. He really started to get into this and even started posting CL ads to find guys to fuck me. He would text me their addresses and tell them they would be waiting. Most of the time it was anonymous and I let these guys fuck me without ever seeing them. I couldn't stop what I was doing. The tina was starting to take hold. About 6 months ago, I was slammed for the first time. We had gone to Mans Country in Chicago and he set up a gang fuck before we got there. He told me that this would be the last time he would want me to party. I had no idea what was about to happen. After the rush, I couldn't see straight and I was beyond fucked up. For the first time ever, he reached into our bag and pulled out a hood. With my hands and legs restrained in the sling, I couldn't resist him putting it on and all I could do was mumble. Once he was done setting things up, he opened the door. I couldn't say anything. I just had to watch as guy after guy came in and fucked my ass. I had never had more than 1 or 2 guys playing around with me at one time. I was scared and horny all at the same time. Each time someone slid inside me, you could hear the wetness of the cum as my insides were lubed up. After the 3rd guy, everyone just used the cum that was leaking out of my ass as lube. I heard some of the guys talking with him about some toys they had back in their room. He told them to go get them and that he would get me ready for their return. He closed the door and never took off the hood. I couldn't say anything and I was completely under his control. He tightened the restraints and it was at that point when he said that this had been his plan all along. He had always wanted to take someone and turn them into a bb cumdump that was addicted to meth. I started to cry and he just looked at me and smiled. I craved tina and cum every day now and this was what he always wanted. He let the guys back in and they said they brought a surprise. They pulled out 4 points and said that had one for each of us. It was at that point my bf said the most surprising thing, he didn't party. I had never noticed all this time that he was getting me high and not doing it himself. He then told them that I would be more than happy to take a double slam. As they slid the needles in my arm, my bf slipped his dick in me for the last time. He came in no time and he watched me take off when the last drop was inside me. The rush was so intense and wearing a hood only intensified it. I couldn't do anything but sit there and squirm while the two guys slammed and then started playing with my ass. My bf had cum in me for the last time. He started packing up his things and told the two guys that this had always been my fantasy. He whispered in my ear goodbye and told me that he would be moving out. He left the guys enough money to renew the room when my time was up and he pulled out one last surprise before he left. Another full syringe that he told the guys was there for them to use. I watched as I was fisted and double fucked with dildos. All I did was moan in pleasure. I felt so good that I forgot what had just happened with my bf and I let the tina take over. While they were playing with my ass, I started to leak piss. They collected it in a water bottle and then proceed to give me a piss enema not only with my piss but theirs. My high only intensified as my vision was blurry and the ringing in my ears getting louder. They went and took a break for a few. When they came back they asked if I wanted to stay there or go back to their playroom at their house. For the first time in hours, the hood was unzipped and I could speak. All I could say was I didn't care. They could use me however they wanted or leave me there alone. They asked if I would try to leave if they loosened the restraints. I was so broken at this point that I said no. All I wanted was to get fucked and asked if they would help me. We got dressed and headed to their place. Fast forward to now. I quit my retail job and moved out of my apartment once I started slamming. The two guys I met at Mans Country agreed to let me stay with them as long as I paid rent and I was available to them 24/7. I earn extra money by escorting since I can't seem to hold a job. All I care about is my high and getting fucked. I never thought that I would become this person, but once I gave in, I found that nothing else really matters.
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This neg guy messaged me on BBRT. He was specifically looking to convert to Poz. During our exchange of messages I explained to him that I am now very unwell, and as a consequence my home is an utter filthy mess. That didn't deter him. Now for the real test of his authenticity ... If he wanted what I could give him, he would do some housework for me, and help me have a bath to wash my wasting skinny body. He agreed. We arranged for him to visit the following day. The next day came, and he messaged asking if we were still on. OK, he was serious! I gave him my address, and told him I would leave the door off of the latch so he could just come in. 6pm arrived, he was bang on time. He entered my living room where I was watching TV. I hit the mute button. He was as his photos suggested, well built rugby build, clean shaven. A very handsome 27 year old. 'Hey Sexy'. 'Hello Sir'. 'Strip naked. Keep your trainers on,'. He did as instructed. Although once I saw he was wearing a tight hugging Jock Strap I ordered he leave that on too. 'Come over here between my legs, facing away from me'. Again, he obeyed. And I had a good grope of his sweet neg ASS. 'NICE. Very Firm'. I ordered he clean my bathroom, mop and hoover floors, and gather the huge lot of rubbish scattered all over the place as a result of not being in the best of health. After cleaning in his Jock & Trainers he ran me a bath. As he washed me we spoke ... 'Is this what you want to end up like, sick and decrepit?' 'Yes Sir. It might seem crazy to most, but, it is what I need. What I deserve. And I want to know for sure who my 'Gifter' is, so I can remember him fondly, always carrying a piece of him inside me'. Having bathed me, he dried my scrawny pale body. Naked, dry, and with finally a good wash I walked into my now tidier living room, stood in front of the TV and began channel flicking . The rugby build boy without a word knelt before me, took my flaccid Dick into his mouth, pulled on my balls. I was in no time very hard. With one hand controlling the remote, the other held behind his head as I rocked my hips. I threw the remote to the floor as I got more and more turned on, now with both hands pulling his face in tightly as I began fucking his face. Out of breath I pulled out, stood back so he could see me full length... 'You sick Bastard coming here to get converted ... This REALLY what you want?' 'Oh GOD YES Sir. Destroy me and my future'. 'You sick nasty pig'. His face lit up when I said that, as he nodded in agreement with a big happy smile on his face. I took him to the bedroom where I had a vinyl play-sheet ready on the floor. He brought his little rucksack with him, from which he took out a toothbrush, he handed it to me and got on all 4's. 'Make me bleed Sir'. 'You are one fucked up pig'.
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Almost half a year ago, I was once again horny as hell without end, I roamed the internet looking for a hot date with a fuck stud. After looking for some time, I came across an ad on homo.net that made me curious. So an email was sent directly to the stallion with a few hot pictures of me. Let's see what will happen. Since the stallion was only looking for a tabooless mare for tomorrow, Friday, I didn't expect a quick answer. But then I was wrong. After a few minutes, the reply email came and what I then saw in pictures and read in the text made me willingly melt away. After a few e-mails, the date was set up pretty quickly. I was supposed to appear at his place in Bergheim the next evening, dressed only in leather cuffs and a collar (still hidden under jeans and a sweater up to his apartment). I should lock my cock away in a CB2000, since neither of us had intended for me to cum (I really like being used without being allowed to come myself). The date was supposed to last until Sunday evening and if he felt like it, he could order other studs who could then use me just like him. He promised me plenty of PP and me under chems. to set and use (I had no experience so far). We both agreed not to babble around, but to get started and get started right away. The hours until the data then only passed in slow motion, but finally the time had come. I rang his bell on time and as soon as I was in his apartment I undressed. I gave him the key for the chastity clamp, he carelessly threw it in the corner and then devoured my hot fucker with his eyes. He had opened the door for me, completely naked, with his cock extended hard and tense. His strap was already ready to fuck with a condom. He grabbed me, pinned me to the floor, ass up and my hands were tied behind my back. He immediately went to my cunt and drove his 20 * 5 cm into me. I groaned properly because he used me hard right away, but he then told me that I would only get PP after a first break-in. After about 10 minutes he held a PP-soaked cotton ball directly in front of my nose for the first time and it only took a few seconds until I took off completely!! I felt how he pushed me more and more violently and harder and I knew he would soon satisfy his first lust. I spurred him on by moaning to him that he should shoot his entire load into me. Immediately after that there was a pause. What happened now? He withdrew from me. Then he rammed his cock back into me with full force. He leaned forward and said that he really wasn't wrong about me. He finds it cool to deposit his pozcum in a neg mare Before I understood what was going on, he threw the removed condom on the floor in front of me. Still high on PP, I slowly understood that he must have misunderstood my cheering. But before I could (want to) clear up the error, he twitched inside me and after one last hard, deep thrust, he filled me with his cum!!! When I wanted to start my clarification campaign, he put a mask on me, the filter was decent impregnated with PP. (I think he knew exactly what I meant at the time, but he didn't want to). Thanks to the PP, I didn't want to clarify anything at first, my stallion would certainly not have cared either!! Now I was pulled up and led into his playroom as high as I was. I was quickly strapped onto his sling, now there was no escape for me. He picked up the phone, made a few calls, and then came back to me. He finally pulled my mask off, but gave me a pill in my mouth and something to drink to swallow it. Then he looked deep into my eyes and just said his fuck buddies, all without exception poz, were looking forward to using, filling and pozzing my cunt, which will definitely be the last time neg. Was it the PP or the tablet or my horniness, I couldn't answer him the way my head actually wanted, no, my cunt "ordered" me to just shut my mouth and just moan horny. He laughed and drove his cock right back into my hole. I then got so horny and listless that I hadn't noticed that we weren't alone anymore. My fucker was no longer in me when I noticed 4 more hard cocks around me.
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The First Time (Part 1) (This will be 3 total stories, spanning over months. Some will have multiple parts, and some of the tags will be explored later - it is going to be a slow burn, enjoy!) I still can’t believe I did it the first time, truth be told. I was having a particularly slow work week, and had been pent up, horny and frustrated - an dangerous combination for me. No luck on the apps on a Tuesday, so I decided to head to a local arcade. I had just started visiting glory hole booths fairly recently, and after the first time an anonymous guy shot his load down my throat, I was hooked. The way his cock pulses inside your throat, how you take in the smell of his pubes at the base of it cock, I just couldn’t get enough. My weekend indulgence crossed over and I found myself at a new, fairly seedier arcade on the outskirts of town just before Midnight. I brought my vape pen, and took a big hit before I exited the car. I was a little nervous in this part of town; all the businesses were closed and the street was eerily quiet, illuminated only by a half lit sign reading “LIBERATED WORLD - ADULT STORE AND VAPE SHOP.” Walking in I like to check out the place, browse the toys for a second while I seek out where the Arcade is - but this place was small, only 3 rows of goods, with a basic brown door in the back, labeled simply “Arcade.” I grabbed 2 fresh poppers bottles from the front while paying my 10$ entrance fee - which I would learn later, is for 8 hours. What a steal! The door buzzed open, and I took in my surroundings - on the left was the door for the theater, which I’ve honestly never tried - and to my right was a line of booths. Just standing there, the atmosphere was making me horny - the smell inside reminded me of a musk comparable to a men’s locker room. I walked around the booths to see if any action was happening, when I realized I was alone. How disappointing, but figures for a Tuesday night. I grabbed a booth anyway, one with a glory hole, and decided to hangout to see if anyone was going to come in or not. I took a big hit of poppers, browsed to 1 of 2 bareback channels, and started edging to pass the time. Thankfully, about 10 minutes later, I hear footsteps near my booth. I’m already on my knees with my mouth on the hole before he even has time to shut the door. As he browses the channels, I take another big hit of poppers before presenting my open mouth to him, as if say, “please, Daddy, feed me.” As he finds just the right channel, screams and moans start blaring from his TV; I can just see the edge of the TV through the hole: a bottom getting fucked bareback, while begging the top for his seed. I hear him unbuckle and slide his pants down, right before his head slips into my mouth. He’s fairly big, but not so big I couldn’t bottom out. I could feel his head getting harder and harder as I facefuck myself on his cock. I was insatiable, I pulled out every trick I learned while I worshiped like it was the last dick on earth. The last God on earth. I started focusing on his head, running my tongue in circles while my lips went up and down his shaft. And then I hear it - the all too familiar knock. I started jerking my cock faster at the thought of pleasuring him to completion with just my mouth. It can be discouraging starting out at arcades and having men leave their booth, being unfulfilling to him and myself just unfilled. He moans loudly over the TV, and I feel his cock throb inside my mouth, and then…. Dribble dribble. Don’t get me wrong - he came, and had an orgasm, and that alone is serving my purpose in this world. But the small amount of cum was almost nothing, a sip, a taste - and then it was gone. He thanked me as he got dressed, and apologized for the lack of cum. He had said he came earlier today, and honestly didn’t think he had it in him to even cum again. Even more frustrated, I turned back to the porn that was on, and took another big hit of poppers, anxiously awaiting a 2nd chance at a proper load. Something more satisfying. Filling. As I was about to give up waiting and just head home, I hear the arcade door open. Yes! I hear his footsteps walk around the outside, before heading back towards the entrance. Confused, I heard him walk past the entrance, and a further door opened, then shut. Oh. He went into the theater. I had been a little nervous going in for the first time - I usually enjoy having a 1 on 1 session, and worried the theater allows for more people to be inside. I had never tried exhibitionism before, but I must admit I had fantasized about trying it. Being especially horny and high on thc and poppers, I finally said fuck it, why not - and got up the courage to try something new tonight. I quickly got dressed to leave the booth, and headed towards the theater. It was another 10$ to get inside this door, but at this point, I’d have paid more. I turned the handle and walked in; inside was a small room, with 3 big screen TV’s on the wall; 2 playing hardcore gay porn, and a side wall playing straight. I glanced around the room and took in the surroundings; there was 2 couches and a side loveseat, and spotted 4 men inside - A younger guy was sprawled out on the loveseat, fully dressed with his cock pulled out. On the far left side was a mid 30s guy, with the last two older daddies with grey beards on the center couch - all with their pants at their ankles, stroking and playing with themselves. When I decided to sit down on the last seat open on the center couch, would be a decision that changed the course of my life forever.
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This story is pure fiction but has some elements taken from my experiences. A little about me. I am a 50 year-old guy that has been married to a woman for several years. Our sex life consists of being together once or twice a month (at max). I am a super horny guy and I end up jerking off several times a week. Even though I am married to a woman, I love submitting to men and letting dominant tops use my fuckholes. I rarely get a chance to hookup because my wife is almost always around. Even when she goes out with her friends, it is generally for a short period of time and my area is horrible to find tops. My main focus for jerking off is bb porn, popperbating, hypno videos, etc. Finding sites like breeding.zone got me into poz/neg play. I got hooked on the stories and many times wished it were me. Like many others, when I hooked up, I started looking for neg tops that were on prep. Eventually, I pursued poz undetectable tops. I had thought about going to the next stage (detectable tops) but didn't have the courage even though I found the stories to be very hot. Once or twice a year I end up travelling for work by myself which allowed me the chance to play. The time had come and work decided that I should go to Chicago. I immediately looked on bbrt for tops and reached out to a bunch of neg and undetectable tops with limited responses. As the days passed, I found that there was a cumunion while I was there. I had been to bathhouses before but never been to a cumunion. I would keep that in mind if I strike out with tops. I made sure I secretly packed my portable douching kit, jock, poppers, and lube in my suitcase. I was ready to travel. Finally, the day arrived and I flew to Chicago. On the ride from the airport to the hotel, I hopped on grindr, sniffies, and bbrt looking to see who was around and saw some decent prospects. I got to the hotel, checked in, and took out my play gear. I started watching some poppers vids, did poppers, and started douching. I wanted to be ready to play on my first night just in case. Early evening arrived and I called the wife to let her know that everything went well and that I would be watching tv and getting ready for work tomorrow. The entire time I was talking with her, I was checking the apps. I saw a guy on grindr that looked interesting. A simple pic of his hairy chest with just "top breeder" in his profile. I got off the phone with the wife and sent him a message. "You looking for a sub btm tonight?" I waited for several minutes and didn't get a reply. I figured he wasn't interested so I kept looking. Then the response came. "Yes boy. Pics?" he responded. I sent back my standard pics of my hairy chest, me in doggie position, and my face pic. He responded with pics of his face and cock. He looked rugged and attractive and his cock looked great. Nice size and looked like it would breed me great. I sent him back a message telling him how hot he was. He had a simple response. "Location?" I responded by telling him the hotel I was staying at. He responded that he would be here in 30 mins. I did another quick douche to make sure I was fully ready and did a bunch of poppers. I went back to bbrt and saw a profile with the same chest pic. I checked it and it was also very simple. It simply said "top breeder". I checked his status and it said "Ask me." I saw that and made me nervous. I sent him a message on grindr. "Found your profile on bbrt, Sir. What is your status? I'm neg and never been on prep." He responded "Don't worry boy. You will be fine. Hit your poppers while you are waiting for me." I hit the poppers a bunch of times and got even hornier. A new message popped up on grindr. "I am in the lobby. Room number?" "I am in room 431, Sir" "OK. Keep the lights on but dimmed a bit. Be naked except for a jock if you have one and be ready to answer the door." "Yes Sir." "Good boy." I turned off some of the lights. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I had the lube and poppers on the night table and had another bottle of poppers in my hand. I waited by the door for what seemed like forever. Was I getting stiffed? Wouldn't be the first time. Then I heard it. Footsteps in the hall and a knock on the door. I looked out the peephole and saw the guy from grindr. I opened the door and stood behind it as he walked in. I closed it behind him and locked it. "Good evening boy. On your knees." I immediately got on my knees with my head down. He slid his pants down and his cock sprang out and he immediately had it in my face. "What are you waiting for? Start sucking." "Yes Sir" is all that I could say. I immediately looked up at his cock. It was already hard and looked like it was about 7" long and a nice thickness. Not too thick and not too thin. His cock ring had his cock really tight and it looked angry. I immediately opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth. It was musky but tasted so good. It felt like steel. I felt hands on the back of my head. He didn't fuck my face but just held them there so I knew he had control and to make sure I didn't pull off his cock. I kept sucking and gagged but he remained patient. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to lick his precum. I stuck out my tongue and lapped up his precum. It was salty and sweet. "Good boy. Now go over to the bed. Lay on your back with your head at the edge. I want to get into your throat a little." I crawled over to the bed and got up in the position that he asked. He walked over to me and told me to get closer to the edge. My head started to hang off the edge. I felt his hands reach under and support my neck. Then, his cock was in my face again. He slid a little further and rested his balls on my mouth. I immediately started kissing and licking his heavy balls. He moaned which made me even more excited. He pulled back slightly and held his cock on my lips. "Open your mouth, boy." I opened and he let my head drop a little to line up his cock with my open mouth. He pushed the head in slightly and held it there. "More going in, boy. Just relax." He slowly pushed in. His cock kept going in. I was starting to panic a little. He sensed it and backed off a little. "It's ok boy, just relax. I just want to feel your throat." He stayed still and then started to push in again. I focused my mind on bringing him pleasure and relaxing. Slowly he pushed and before I knew it, my lips were touching the cock ring. "Good boy" is all that he said before withdrawing a little and pushing again. He slowly and gently fucked my throat. I gagged and he pulled out. "It's ok boy. You are doing good. Let's try again." I opened my mouth and he slowly pushed his cock in until he was in my throat again. Again, he withdrew and pushed in and started to fuck my mouth and throat again. I tried to stay calm but the anxiety started to build again. He sensed it and withdrew again. "You did well boy but it's time for the main act. Get up on the bed and in doggie. Head down. Ass up." I turned over and got into position. I felt him behind me. His strong legs against mine. He put his cock in my crack and left it there. "Ok boy. I want you to do a bunch of poppers. Hit them when I tell you to him them. Hold them when I tell you to hold them. Alternate nostrils." "Yes Sir." "Ok boy. Hit." I did a hit in my left nostril. "Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hold" I hit each time making sure I alternated nostrils. Each time I hit, he rubbed his cock through my crack and touched my fuckhole. Once I held, he slowly pushed the head in. It slid in easily and he held it there. "Good boy. Very tight but you are doing well. Exhale. We are going to do the same thing as I push the rest of the way in you. Hit." I hit the poppers and he pushed in again. There was pain but I didn't care. I was so high and his cock felt great again. This continued as I hit and he pushed until he was fully in. "Good boy. You feel great" "Thank you, Sir. You feel so great. Please fuck me." "Whatever you wish, boy. No more poppers for a bit. You need to feel this." He slowly withdrew a little and pushed back. Slowly he started fucking me. He was gentle but firm. Giving my tight fuckhole a chance to accommodate. He kept hitting my prostate which was making my limp cock leak all over in my jock. "Ok boy. I want you to take a big hit in each nostril and hold it until I say." I immediately took a bit hit in my left nostril and then my right and held it. He fucked a few more strokes and then just held it there. I could feel his cock pulsing and it felt amazing. "Release boy." I exhaled and he withdrew his cock from my ass. "Time for you to suck some more, boy." I spun around and took his cock in my mouth. I licked his entire shaft which was softer but still semi-hard and took the head in my mouth. I could taste my ass and what seemed like cum. I kept sucking and licking and his cock got hard as steel again. "Good boy. Time to fuck you again. Get on your back with your legs up." I flipped on my back and held my legs out. He immediately got between my legs and pushed them back a little with his strong arms. This was the first time I really got a look at him. He was in his 50's or so with salt and pepper hair. His hairy chest was semi-muscular with a bunch of grey hair mixed in. His arms were strong like someone that did a bunch of physical work but not a gym rat. He had a slight belly but overall was in decent shape. He was now between my legs, grabbed his cock and lined it up with my fuckhole. He grabbed the poppers, took a hit, and then held them under my nose. "Take a nice hit and hold." I inhaled deeply and he pushed his full cock into me. It felt amazing. He reached into my jock and found my cock was limp. "Good sub boy. Useless cock. Only here for my pleasure." "Yes Sir. I am yours to use." "Good boy." He started to slowly fuck me. I was in heaven. He was started pumping me with determination but a wonderful pace. I looked up and studied his face. Strong, rugged, and determined. His blue eyes were staring at me. He was nice looking and looked like someone that knows what he wants and takes it. He kept fucking me and was holding my legs. He grabbed the poppers bottle again. "Take these poppers and hit as you want and when I tell you. Make sure when you hit that you hold them as long as you can." "Yes Sir." I took the poppers and immediately took a hit and held them. "Good boy." He continued to fuck me and started to pick up the pace and intensity. I continued to stare at him. A smile came across his face. "Remember when you asked me my status? Hit boy." "Yes Sir." I took a hit and held it. "Well as you probably guessed, I am poz. Release and hit again boy." I released and hit again as I tried to understand what he was saying. "Well. What you probably didn't guess is that I am not on meds. Hit and hold." I hit and held it. The realization started to hit me. I was letting an unmedicated poz top fuck me and if he kept going, he was going to pump his toxic load in me. I started to panic a little. He sensed it and picked up the pace. "Please Sir. Can you pull out?" He smiled. "No. It's too late for you anyway. You already have one toxic load in you and are about to get a second. Hit." I panicked but did as I was told. I hit and held the poppers. He smiled. His eyes were locked on mine as he held me down, and pushed fully into me. His eyes were intense as I felt his cock spasm over and over inside me. I released the poppers and closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. After a few minutes, he slowly withdrew and climbed up on my chest. He stuck his semi-hard cock in front of my mouth. I instinctively opened my mouth and started licking and sucking his cock. "Good boy. Clean my cock and get it hard again. I am not leaving until I get a third load in your fertile fuckhole." I continued to suck his cock. Again, I could taste my ass and his cum just like the first time he had me clean his cock. He obviously came the first time and didn't tell me. One difference this time was that I could taste some metal. From the stories that I read, I knew this meant there were minor tears in my fuckhole and his DNA was seeping into me. After a few minutes of sucking him he told me to turn over and lay flat. I immediately did as I was told. "Good boy. You know you needed this and I glad you picked me." I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks. I was excited and scared but then something unexpected happened. I felt his tongue at my hole. He started rimming me. I felt his stubble while his tongue went into my used fuckhole. "So tasty. Love your ass juice and my cum mixture. I think I also taste some blood in there. You know what this means, right boy?" "Yes Sir. It means that I am yours. Your seed will be part of me forever." "Damn right, son. You are mine now. We need to make sure this takes." I was disappointed when his tongue stopped but then it was immediately replaced by his rough fingers. He fucked my hole with his fingers and then pulled out. He reached around and stuck his fingers in my mouth. I immediately tasted his cum and my juices. He pulled his fingers out and immediately his tongue was back at my hole. "Mmmmm. Much better." I was in heaven feeling his tongue. Then it stopped. He changed positions and was now on top of me. He spread my asscheeks again and I felt his hard cock at my hole again. He held it there for a minute and pushed in. He lowered all of his weight on top of me and wrapped his arm around my chest. He started fucking me. This time was different. The first two times, he took it slowly and gently. Not this time. He started fucking me much harder than before. He was determined to make me his. "Tell me to breed you" he barked. "Please breed me." "Tell me to poz you" "Please Sir. Poz me. Give me your toxic poz load. Knock me up." "Sure thing boy" he said as he slammed hard into me and he grabbed me even tighter. Again, I felt his cock spasming in me. It felt like every spasm was hitting my prostate. I thought I was going to cum but didn't. After a few minutes, he withdrew. He immediately came back to my face. "You know what to do, boy." I immediately cleaned his cock. I was in submissive heaven. "Stay just like that boy. We need to make sure it takes" he said as he pulled back. I stayed where I was and heard him getting dressed. "How long are you in town, boy? I need to hit that again." "I am here for four more days, Sir." "Cool. You going to cumunion?" He asked. I replied "I thought about it but I don't know." "You should go. I can meet you there. We can have lots of fun." "Yes Sir." "Good boy. Here is my number. Text me so we can arrange to meet again." "Yes Sir." "Good night, my boy. See you later." With that, he left and I was left on my own. I was scared. I had just taken three toxic loads. I told myself that should go try to get these loads out of me but then something happened. I stuck a finger in my hole and found it covered in cum. I took it to my mouth and tasted it. It tasted so good and I knew I needed this again. I sent a text to him - "Thank you Sir. I can't wait to give you my fuckholes again as much as you want." "Good boy. Talk tomorrow."
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Hi! This is my first story that I've ever written. I'm not a writer at all and I don't claim to be good at it but I wanted to contribute something to this site. There are probably a ton of typos and grammar mistakes. Feedback and comments appreciated. Definitely a WIP. Part 1: My name is Ian. Just a regular young gay. 5'8. 175 pounds. Very middle of the pack in terms of looks. I'm barely 20 and currently on summer break from college. I'm staying with my parents while I wait for the next Fall semester to begin. I couldn't find a summer job so I'm absolutely broke. No money, no dates, no fun. Before this summer, I've only had sex once in my life, it was while I was away at college last semester. I ended up playing with an older, bearish guy, maybe in his 40s. I guess I have a thing for older men. He was kind of shady but lived close to the campus I studied at. I got really horny one day and he ended up messaging me. We met up at his place and traded blowjobs. He wanted to "put the tip in me" My anxiety flared but I declined and said I had to go. He tried to get me to stay and fool around more but I managed to muster up enough courage to tell him no and leave. That was the extent of my sexual experience. I still think about that moment, what if I let that guy fuck me? Would it have felt amazing? What if he gave me an STI or something? I was too anxious to try anything with anybody else the rest of the semester but sometimes I would think about that encounter when I jerked off. One day, I was bored at my parent's place so I decided to hop on one of the gay apps. I wasn't looking for a hookup, I was just being nosey and I wanted to see who the local gays were around my parent's town. *DING DING* I got a message on the app shortly after logging on. PapaTop was his name. He didn't have his age in his profile or any kind of bio but I'd guess early to mid 60s from his pics. He was a big man, 6'3, 350 pounds. Balding with big sloppy belly that hung out of his tank top in all of his pictures, and wrinkled skin. Big impressive gray beard but if I'm being honest he was not a very handsome man at all. He fit the description of a dirty old man. His first message was a compliment towards me which made me feel obligated to message him back. "You're a handsome boy. How are you?" "Fine." I responded. "How about you?" He immediately responded "Horny. Looking for a hole to unload in. You're my type. Small and easy to throw around, lol" I was kind of shocked about how forward he was but I kinda blushed because someone was giving me a bit of attention. I replied back with "No thanks, I'm fine." I thought that would be the end of the conversation but he immediately sent me a message back that included several pics of his thick dick, a couple of them looked like he had his bare dick halfway inside a few different assholes. He cock had to be at least 7 or 8 inches long, I was a bit surprised. "You sure boy? I want to slide into you deep. I’m all top, I only fuck raw, and I got a lot of dick to give." I didn't respond. I started to feel hot and my cock twitched just a bit but there was no way I was going to hook up with someone who was old enough to be my grandpa. He had a nice cock but you couldn't pay me enough to hook up with him. Later that night, I got into bed and I felt a bit horny from earlier. I was bored of the usual material I used to jerk off with so I picked up my phone and started scrolling through that app again. For some reason I clicked on my messages with PapaTop and reread them. The pictures he sent along with his dirty talk made my dic twitch again.. I thought to myself that maybe I can do a little sexting with him to get a quick nut off. Shouldn't hurt right? I messaged him back. "How deep, Papa?" My cock sprung up thinking about his thick meat sliding into me. A few minutes passed and he messaged me back. "Balls deep, Boy.. I wanna take you to paradise. Boys get addicted my dick after I've bred them." We messaged back and forth for a bit, sharing pics and dirty talk. I was mostly leading him on for mental images to store in the spank bank, I had no intentions on hooking up with this giant troll. I just wanted to use him for a quick nut. I started stroking my dick as we chatted. He started getting very vulgar with his dirty talk. Telling me how I could be his live-in fuck boy. How we could play together all the time, and he'd fuck me good. Make sure I'm charged every night. At the time I didn't understand what being charged meant so I just played along and said "Yeah. That's hot, tell me more Daddy." I started stroking my cock faster. "I want you to come to my house. As soon as you come in, you're going to strip completely naked and put my ass on my face, boy. You're going to get tongue fucked until you're wet amd loose and then daddy is going to fuck you good. Daddy's going to plant his poz seed in your ass and make you my dirty son." Wait, poz seed? I was a bit inexperienced but I knew being poz meant he had HIV. And he wanted to infect me? Make me his dirty son? My thoughts were all over the place but I felt my body starting to tense up as I thought about his "poz seed" filling me up. He messaged me again. "You want that, boy? You want me to own your ass and give you my toxic load? Come over now boy. It's waiting for you." He sent a The mental image of his thick dick, thrashing and twitching inside of my hole came into view. His dick spewing out poison into my guts while he called me his bitch boy. I popped my nut and several ropes of cum blasted across my belly. Suddenly post nut clarity hit me and I felt disgusted. Did I really just cum from the thought of this old man with HIV fucking me? I put my phone down and went to sleep. The next day I woke up to a message from PapaTop "I'm free today. Come service my dick boy, I have a big load for your ass." I cringed and responded that I was busy. He said that he was free all week and he had a special gift for my ass. The idea made my cock twitch but I fought back the urge to entertain him. "Sorry man, I'm tied up all week." He was persistent. He messaged me for the next few days, practically begging me to come over and sit on his cock. I didn't want to block him because our conversations were actually normal and pleasant when he wasn't trying to seduce me. I tried to change the subject as I usually did, I wanted to make him lose interest in fucking me. We had a very mundane chat about his job as an office manager before he retired. He mentioned a couple of stories about dumb boys he managed to lure into his office so he could breed them during his lunch break. He sounded a bit predatory in his stories, almost like he had to trick or coerce most of his partners into having sex with him, given his looks that was understandable. I tried to prevent the conversation from going into sex talk but that seemed to be on the forefront of his mind at all times. Eventually, the conversation started to dry up... until I mentioned that I was getting my degree in IT. "Boy, you never told me you were good with computers. I actually have an old computer that's been giving me problems, can't get the damn thing to work. Maybe you can come over and take a look at it?" I sighed. Ugh, he just wants me to come over so he can fuck me, I'm not that dumb. "Papa, I don't feel comfortable coming over. You're a nice guy but I don't want anything to happen between us. You're poz and you already told me that you only fuck raw. I'm not interested in taking that risk." "Boy, who said anything about sex? I can be civil. Promise. How about I pay you to come over just to look at my busted computer. Maybe we can have a drink and shoot the shit while you're here. It would be nice to have a little company." It sounded like an easy job and the idea of getting paid sounded good to a broke kid like me but there's no way I'm getting lured into that predator's home with promises of cash and booze. I started typing up another response to tell him no thanks but suddenly the thought of his cock stretching my ass and unloading open entered my mind again. A mix of being horny and curious made me reply back with "If it's just business, that should be fine." I felt uneasy about visiting a stranger's home but the danger kind of gave me an adrenaline rush. I thought to myself that I'm a grown man, I can just leave if things start to get weird. I felt my dick twitch hard after we finalized plans for me to visit. "Boy, I think we're going to have a blast. Can't wait to have you."
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I dont post very often but ive been so damn horny as of late and keep having the same fantasy so i figures id try my hand at writing a story This is just a story but damn do I wish I could make it true. So me and my husband are pretty open sexually. We often bring people into the bedroom (both tops and bottoms). About a year ago I've been in a very strong bottom mood and have been wanting to do more and more, and with our Thanksgiving trip coming up we decided to have some out of town fun and push my limits as a bottom. Fast forward to our trip, my husband asks me if I'm still wanting to push my limits, I agree. So we decide to look for tops to gangbang me in our hotel room. We make a post on sniffies for a pump and dump he adds pictures of my hole dripping his load to get attention, but he gets a little nervous about me taking so many anon loads so he makes sure to say that condoms are a must. We both look around for guys to add making sure they know they can't fuck raw. We get to our hotel room and I go to shower and prep for the night, I still keep checking to see if there's any new requests. Thats when I see a message from "rawdaddytop". He sends over some pics of a beautiful thick cock with a big PA piercing. Tells me he loves to breed sloppy holes. This makes me rock hard, I respond back saying how hot he is and that I never took a PA before. I also tell him the hubby doesn't want anyone breeding me but him. It took him a few minutes to respond and I thought I may have scared him off, but he responds with "I normally only fuck raw but I'll bring a condom special for that ass" this makes me so horny and I send him a request to join. He says "I'll join but since I have to use a condom I want your hole sloppy, I'll only fuck you after your hubby breeds you but I wanna watch, and fuck you right after. I also want your hands cuffed and for you to wear a ball gag" I don't see the harm in this so I agree and finishing prepping. Later that night I set up a bowl of condoms on the nightstand with a bottle of lube. We set up the event so that guys will come one at a time. I posted the room number and got in position. The hubby starting me off getting me lubed and open by fucking me while we wait, telling me how much of a whore I am for doing this. Then we had out first knock on the door, the hubby let him in I just lay there waiting I hear him unbuckle and feel him add lube to my hole, and quickly enter me before the hubby even finished propping the door open. He starts fucking me fast and hard, calling me a whore telling me to take his dick. He keeps Jack hammering me until he shoves himself balls deep. "Fuck you feel amazing, trying not to blow into you too soon". The hubby must of heard that because he got up to watch the fuck and saw he never put on a rubber. My hubby quickly told him he needs to put on a rubber. He pulls out and a swear I can feel something running down my balls, i hear him tear open the rubber and put it on and tell my husband "sorry I saw that pic of his sloppy hole and thought he wanted it raw". He enters me again and started to really pound my hole. He goes on for another 5 min or so before another guy walks in, he gives me a few deep thrusts and I hear him grunting before he pull out, slaps my ass pulls off the condom and throws it next to me, and leaves. The second guy already wrapped and lubing himself. I take what must have been 8-10 guys before the room was finally empty again, I lay there exhausted but also still wanting to get fucked. The hubby slides into me easy telling my how slick and open my ass is, how much lube was in my ass. We both must have been really enjoying the fuck because neither of us heard my last fucker walk in. The hubby starts long dicking my hole getting really into it. "Yeah fucking breed his hole, get him nice and ready for me" the hubby clearly startled just responded by fucking me harder "fuckkkk here it comes, take my load baby" he shoves into me deep breeding me hard, I feel rope after rope shooting into me. "Fuck I needed that" he said as he rolls off of me laying exhausted next to me. "Fucking hot, now it's my turn, hands behind your back boy." I realized then it was "rawdaddytop" I put my hands behind my back he reaches over to cuff me and I can feel his PA touching my hole. "Alright next is the ball gag" he reaches over to gag me and I feel his head pop in my hole and let out a little moan. The hubby who now regained his breath was getting hard again at the sight of me restrained and gagged. "You wanna watch me fuck your bitch or would you wanna fuck one of mine?" Me and the hubby both confused, but with me not being able to question anything with the ball gag in my mouth. "Your bitch? What do you mean" "I had my bottom bitch drive me here, gave him a fat load since I can't fuck this one raw" "Fuckkkk you don't care if I breed him?" "No he's nothing but a fuck hole, breed him deep so he's nice and lubed for me and the boys later" "Fuck that's hot well I don't see the harm in it, besides you'll be using my boy so it's only fair. But you still have to use a condom." "Thats fine by me besides I'm already wrapped and lubed see?" After a pause I hear my hubby say to send him up, that they could get fucked together on the bed. "Rawdaddytop" was on his phone texting and said "He's on his way up now, but doesn't like seeing another bottom getting fucked, you down to fuck him in the bathroom?" The hubby was quite for a second "Don't worry I'll take good care of your boy here, you can come back and join us when you finish up" "Okay fine but condoms are a must" "You won't get any complaints from me" I hear the door open and shut and hear "rawdaddytop" tell say "Be a good boy and take care of him, make sure to take your time and make him feel good and you'll get a nice reward" With that they dissapeared into the bathroom. I was in complete shock, is he really going to leave me alone with this guy? We always play together and I'm laying here ass up hands bound, ball gagged with this big thick daddy behind me with a raging hard on and PA piercing. "Mmm good now I have this ass all to myself, have you been a good boy? How many loads have you taken?" I couldn't answer due to the gag but shook my head no. "Aww come on don't lie to daddy, I know you took at least one load." I was very confused thinking back on each guy that fucked me, then it clicked the very first guy. Did he breed me in that short amount of time he was raw? Before I could even finish the thought I felt daddy start pushing into my hole. "Mmmm and here's load #2 boi, open up for daddy" I start fighting the restraints confused, I thought he was using a rubber what does he mean "Your dumb ass husband was too busy thinking about the twink I brought him he didn't even notice the condom I put on was from the used pile you had here, I just flipped it inside out, lubing your ass up with some more anon cum" I started really fighting against him and managed to break free, but he just got mad held me down and said that I need to learn to be a good hole. He grabbed another rubber and I felt him shuving it up my hole "Your gonna learn to be a good little cum hole tonight, we're gonna start by teaching you not to waste cum, we're gonna fuck each one of these condoms into you" We? What does he mean? My husband won't agree to that. 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I decided to attend the Gay Pride Parade this past month in my local town to show support for my gay friends with whom I work. There are about five of them. At sixty, I am much older. I'm also 6', and about 185 pounds. I've been married to my wife for 30 years, we had four children, and now have eight grandchildren. I guess I'm about as straight they come, but have always thought there was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay. It just wasn't for me and I had never even thought about doing anything with another guy. It was going to be a hot day, so I decided to dress for the heat and wear what I usually wore to my track meets: a jock strap, shorts, a tee shirt, sport socks and sneakers. One of my friends rode with me there and he was dressed fairly similarly. We found a place to park fairly close to the start, which surprised me, but then I thought, oh hell, when the parade is over I will be about 2-3 miles from here. Oh, well, can't have everything. We got out and walked over to the starting area and found the other guys. I was kind of rubber necking somewhat as I had never seen such an array of, well, somewhat crazy looking people before. There were all kinds of attire from just plain like I and my friends to wild costumes and back down to what looked to be a few guys with little or nothing on at all. It was a kaleidoscope of colors everywhere and I was like a kid in a candy store wanting to just see what all was going on. It was very festive scene and then there were the floats which were magnificent to look at. I started walking around to look at everything I could and soon lost track of where my friends were at. I looked for a bit but there were just too many people around to really look good. I soon decided the heck with it, I would see them later for a couple of drinks before going home tonight. I went looking for something to drink then. Soon found a nice little stand that sold my drink of choice, an ice cold CocaCola. I bought one and then wondered around some more but still did not see my buddies and the parade was lining up to start. I found myself by a float I liked the looks of, so decided to just walk along with it. Soon we were starting up and I found several guys walking around that float and on it all dressed alike, so figured they were all friends or at least had al worked on the float together. A few blocks later, one of the guys from the float turned and said hi to me. I returned his greeting and soon we were talking while we walked along. About a mile and a half into the parade I was starting to feel the heat and the long walk. The guy I was walking with told me I could take a break and ride on the float for a bit if I wanted, but he said I would probably have to take off the shorts and shirt as all on the float only had on jockstraps. I looked and was surprised as I had not noticed them stripping most of their clothes off on there till then. Only the guys walking were still in their shorts and shirts. I was kind of in a turmoil about that when I stepped on a rock in the road and twisted the heck out of my ankle. My new friend grabbed me or I would have went down. That pretty much settled it for a bit as he basically tossed me up onto the float. I decided, what the hell and soon had my shirt, shorts and shoes and socks off and was only in my jockstrap. My new friend then told me I looked to be in pretty decent shape for my age as I had told him that earlier. I thanked him and returned the compliment. I had not really paid much attention to his looks until he tossed me like a sack of sugar onto the float. Now, I noticed, he was definitely in good shape and although not a build of a weightlifter did have quite the muscles showing. I then rode the float for the rest of the parade. Looking around I noticed the other guys on the float all seemed to be in pretty good shape. Must all work out a lot I thought. I also noticed that they all, that I could see from where I was at, seemed to have the same tattoos. One, a tramp stamp on their backs and another on their stomach when they would turn and I could see it, of a figure that looked familiar, but I couldn't place it at first. Then as we passed a hospital on the way I noticed the design on one of the dumpsters I could see off to the side and it dawned on me they all, for some reason, had a biohazard symbol. I asked my new buddy about it and he said they had all decided to get one when they joined the club. I thought that sounded nice for them to do.
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Vid is very short (1:25) and quality is kind of crappy but you can still see the dominant male (poz) pounding the boy's cunt pretty hard. This young fag you can hear him say "give me that poz dick!" and "give me what I need." Omfggg so hot. Think I am gonna go jack off to it again. http://www.bloglovin.com/blogs/toxic-breeding-11524697?post=2543846531&group=0&frame_type=a&context=expanded_post&context_ids=&blog=11524697&frame=1&click=0&user=0&viewer=true -
Hello So I call myself a part time bug chaser even though I know this is a lifestyle that counts on 100% commitment. I will tell you my case. I find pozzing, bug chasing etc hot I have had each three main STIs such as gono, chlamydia, syphilis multiple times. I have never had herpes and am vaccinated against at least one of the hepatitises. My main point of this post though is I keep going back and forth on whether I should intentionally become Poz. I know plenty of poz guys. They are all undetectable and non are chasers or lifters. One near punched me in the face when I asked him if he was a chaser/gifter. I have tried taking PrEP in the past but I have pill dysphagia, undiagnosed but it's there. For those that don't know, it's a condition where I am mentally or physically unable to swallow pills. Which is weird cos I can swallow massive fucking cocks with no issues. I am able to take my mental health pill each day but it's smaller than a a speck of dust but PreP tablets as many of us know are massive. I had tried multiple forms of taking PrEP such as crushing, eating with food, watching tutorials online of easier ways to swallow. Nothing has helped. It tastes absolutely rank and call me selfish but I am not putting myself through the taste of it daily cos it's all you can taste for the rest of the day. I get tested regularly but I do not use condoms or PrEP so I know for a fact that at some point I will likely be pozzed and this is where my issue is. I have come to terms with the fact I will likely be poz at some point in the future. For those of you that are poz either by accident. From friends I know that are poz and on meds, they say the poz medication is the same size or in some cases bigger than PrEP. Believe me I hate having this condition and I have tried many ways to overcome it. My question is or I should say questions are: 1. Is there anyone out there in the same boat as me with a condition like this where they are unable to swallow tablets 2. How did you know you were sure you wanted to be poz?? 3. Did you have any fears or regrets? I have fully considered being poz so I am not constantly worried and/or in stress about it but then I have the added pressure of potentially not being able to take meds if I do get pozzed PS: I do know the US has done tests on a PrEP vaccination and there has been major less in the cure of HIV in recent times with some people already being fully cured (should that be what they desired) No such advancement (that I know of) has been made in the UK yet and had there been a PrEP vaccine or injection over here I would have zero issues. I guess thats all I need to say. Thanks for allowing me to rent Please keep it kind and respectful in the comments Everyone has an opinion and every opinion is valid
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Gripping the steering wheel and staring straight ahead into the darkness I muttered under my breath, "What are you doing here?" I had been parked for about ten minutes, trying not to draw attention to myself as shadowy figures walked around the car park, occasionally peering into vehicles hoping to get a show. I knew what went on here. Everyone did. This place had a reputation. Looking out to my left and away across the gravel I could just make out the block building of the toilets. Shapes moved in and out regularly and cars came and went as I waited. The headlights of the cars providing brief snippets that shaped my mental map. I knew it was popular but I never expected this much ... traffic. I knew I shouldn't be here but I just had to know. My girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, had said I was too distant and could never commit. She never knew about the late night stroke sessions, the times I was shooting loads to gay porn online. The chat rooms. The dildo I kept very, very secret. Now I was here ready to step over that imaginary line. Wasn't I? After a few more silent minutes, and being certain that no real movement had taken place during that time, I opened the car door. Stepping out I was glad for the moonless night. The darkness gave me confidence and, shutting the car, I strode across the stones. My crunching footfalls sounded thunderous to my ears as I approached that small brick building. I felt as though eyes were watching me from every darkened vehicle. My nervousness returned but my anticipation grew as the black doorway appeared in my vision. Standing before the pitch-black entranceway I strained my ears trying to gauge anything from within. It seemed like there was nothing, then a gasp, and a moan and then the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Even in the darkness I felt my face flush but I was driven forward by arousal. I stepped inside. I waited inside the doorway for a minute certain I was invisible. It was nearly complete darkness in there. Even after a minute I could only make out vague shapes. Stepping further inside slowly I realised the entrance was a corner that opened into a wider area. A long trough type urinal ran along one wall and a row of doors, all shut, were the cubicles. There was a smell in there. Stale urine, and fresher, plus sweat and..bleach? Not knowing any better I stepped up to the urinal as quietly as I could and kept on listening to the sounds coming from behind the doors. The rhythmic slapping and soft moans were turning me on so much, even if I couldn't see anything, the though that I was stood so close to someone fucking had me rock hard. I released my cock as I stood there and began stroking as I listened to whoever it was in that cubicle getting closer and closer to their climax. As my hand slid up and down my hardon I listened intently to the sounds of sex. My focus entirely on the passion taking place only a few feet away from me. It became my whole world for a few moments. So when a voice whispered from the darkness right behind me, "Seems like there's a lot of enjoyment to be had here." I think my heart actually stopped for a second. My hand froze on my cock and I think I was about to scurry out of that place when all decisions went away from me. I don't think I had another rational thought for the rest of that night. An arm reached around me and rough, manly, thick fingers grasped my still hard cock, gently if steadily wanking me. I moaned and leaned back, the only response I was capable of. "Fuck, you're a keen one!" The voice whispered right in my ear making me shiver as his hand kept steadily pumping away at my prick. His other arm worked its way up inside my t-shirt and his rough hands started rubbing over my nipples. I couldn't begin to gather my wits. I was loving finally letting go even though a distant voice in my head said to calm it down. The pleasure I was feeling in this near total dark was the most I had ever experienced. My hips were pumping in time with this strangers stroking and I was gasping in pleasure. All of a sudden he gripped my cock hard. Squeezing me tight. I was on edge and he must have felt it. "Not so fast." It was spoken like a command right into my ear, "We don't want you going off the boil so quickly." I groaned in frustration. I was so close to spraying my cum and had just been denied. Wasn't that why I came here? My cock throbbed in his hand as he squeezed and gently rubbed me. "Oh fuck!" I moaned out loud realising his intentions: to keep me on edge, to keep me going, keep me willing. Up until now my hands had hung limply by my sides. I had pretty much given up motor function to this man behind me. This voice that had taken me over within seconds of revealing itself to me. As he kept up his ministrations to my cock with one hand the other was withdrawn from under my t-shirt and he grabbed my wrist. Pulling my arm behind me he guided my hand until I felt heat and then flesh. Thick, solid flesh. The first cock, besides my own, I had felt and it didn't disappoint. I don't know if it was the darkness focusing my attention but to my mind this dick was huge. Certainly bigger than mine and oh so solid. My fingers felt along the hot, hard length from balls to the flared tip and I was rewarded with a groan in my ear. I wrapped my hand around and started stroking wanting to return some of the pleasure I had been given. This man in the dark then guided my other hand to the wall in front of me and pressed my hand against the rough brick. In doing so he was pressing himself more firmly against me. I kept working his cock as best as I could while he, satisfied I wouldn't move from him, let go of my hand and I felt him completely undo my jeans and push them down. Even in the dark I felt suddenly exposed, I hadn't worn underwear in the hopes of something and this didn't go unnoticed. "Fuck, you were ready for me weren't you?" It was then I realised I was stroking his very hard cock right over my now naked arse. As my hand continued working his shaft he let go of me leaving me throbbing and grinding myself to him. "That's a fucking lovely arse, boy," he hissed in my ear as both his rough hands began stroking, kneading and spreading my cheeks. I let go of his cock and felt myself leaning forward. With both my hands on the wall in front of me I had effectively offered myself totally to this stranger in the dark, sordid, public toilet. It felt so good. I pushed my butt towards him arching my back and giving him full access as his hands roamed freely all over me. His rough hands each gripped a cheek and spread me open and I gasped as I felt his heavy dick sliding up and down along my crack. "Oh fuck!" I whispered into the darkness. He responded with a chuckle advising "Don't panic I won't fuck you yet. I will fuck you before the night is out, but I'm going to make sure you are ready for it. When I give you my cock you will be begging me to fill your slut hole. You'll be taking a breeding you won't forget I promise." With that I felt him crouch down behind me and then I felt his hot breath on my cheeks. Then a warm, probing pressure straight on my hole. "Oh shit yes!" I almost shouted and my cock throbbed as I was introduced to having my fuckhole eaten out. Whilst he was behind me he had worked my jeans all the way down and worked one leg free. From here he spread me wider and went to town tongue fucking me. Lapping at my hole then pressing his tongue hard into me instinctively I pressed back to spread my cheeks this pleasure was too good and I wanted him to lick me over and over. Here I was, stripped from the waist down in a dark toilet, bent over at the urinal, pressing on the wall in front of me so I could push my arsehole onto the tongue of a man I hadn't ever seen. He was pushing back, the warm wetness I could feel between my cheeks just felt right. He leaned back and I felt him spit on my hole. "Going to make you ready boy." Was all he said before I felt a thick finger pushed up inside me. I winced at the sudden intrusion and he started licking around my ring again as he finger fucked me. The soothing laps of his tongue coupled with the rough pressing inside me had me panting against the brick work. I could feel my hole opening to accept more. "Tasty fucking hole you've got here, nice 'n' tight too. Going to enjoy giving you everything I've got. Bet you've never been stretched by a cock like mine before, eh?" "No, never." I gasped before I realised I was speaking out loud. His response made me look back but in the darkness I could only make out blurred shapes. "Fuck me! A virgin hole. Right then let's get you properly opened up and loaded!" Two fingers were thrust up into me and I saw stars as he began working them in and out of my now spit slick hole. He was scissoring his fingers and twisting them inside me. Even though it hurt, I was so turned on it only added to the sensations I was being introduced to. Pressing onto his fingers I couldn't believe I hadn't done his before. In this squalid, dirty place I was being shown who I really was for the first time. After a few minutes of working my arse open he suddenly pulled his fingers from me and, whether it was the roughness of his skin or his nails, it burned and stung for a few seconds. However the state of lust he had worked me into made every sensation something to be enjoyed. I heard and felt him rise behind me and I looked back to no avail, the darkness made it impossible to distinguish anything in that room. This man could be anyone, maybe I knew him away from here? Or maybe he was someone I would see around town? I would never know that it was the same man as had just opened me up to so much. I didn't wonder for too long about this as I felt him press to me from behind. The thick head of his solid cock rubbing between my cheeks, sliding up and down and making me wetter with precum. Involuntarily I groaned in response to the pressure his cock was exerting against my hole. I knew there was only one way this would end. Boy, was I wrong. As he rubbed himself to me his hands gripped my waist and slid up my body. He pushed my t-shirt up and easily stripped it from me and now I was totally naked grinding my arse onto the cock of this man behind me. It was dark but somehow I had never felt so utterly exposed. Just then he stopped moving completely and was silent for a second. Then there was a blinding flash and even in the blackness of the room I could only see spots of light and dark. "Just wanted a shot of that sweet arse before I ruin it." He smirked as he said this and I started to wonder what I had let myself in for. SLAP! "Fuck!" I cried out at the sudden impact. It stung like hell and was quickly followed by several more swats at my cheeks with his strong hands. For some reason my hands remained pressed to the wall in front of me, my knuckles white as I pressed my fingers into the brick. My arsecheeks burned hot from pain but at the same time I couldn't pretend my cock wasn't rock hard under me and dripping a steady flow of pre. "Mmmm, goood. It looks like this boy likes to be used." The hoarseness in his voice made me realise just how horny he was. I could feel his hard cock sandwiched in my crack for sure; but there was a need in his voice that made my hole spasm. I don't think I'd ever experienced true desire before. It was then that the nearest cubicle swung open loudly and a dark shadow hurried out through the doorway. A voice from the darkness just said. "Fuck sake, do you have to be so loud right there? You spooked the cunt I was working on." "Sorry mate," my man replied, "got a little carried away with this virgin hole here." If I had been a little wiser I might have spotted the implicit offer that this sentence carried. Instead I just stood there, naked, hands on he wall almost needing my next instruction. "Virgin eh? No shit! You want a hand breaking him in mate? I've got blue balls here." The next thing my man said caught me off guard, I had certainly prepared myself to take his cock and I thought naively he wanted me all to himself so when he said, "You got any poppers? I think if we give this slut a few sniffs he'll be gagging for both our cocks." Next thing I knew I was being turned to face in the direction of the cubicles and hands from the darkness found my face. I felt the cold glass of a small bottle pressed to my nostril and I was told, "Breathe!" I had little choice and the bottle was switched between my nostrils almost every time I took a breath. My head felt light and my legs felt heavy. My heart was pounding and every beat seemed to make my arsehole clench. I nearly slumped over but I was being held up by two stronger guys now. "Oh yeah, this bitch is definitely ready." The words came from so far away as I felt myself being bent at the waist and my cheeks spread wide. Hands were also on my head guiding me down and somewhere in my brain came the picture of the spit roast fuck scenes I had so often wanked to. Now it was my turn. The head of a hard wet dick was rubbed over my face and between my lips. "Open wide," an instruction came. Then I was sucking my first cock. Well I was getting my face fucked, not deep, not rough, but there was no doubt I had no control. My guy hadn't been idle this time, while I was trying to take as much dick in my mouth without choking he had been wanking his hard cock all over my ring and started to press in. With the combined effects of his spit, fingers and the poppers the head of his cock worked into me almost easily. Then he started driving forward. All my fantasies of being fucked and even my self induced dildo play couldn't have prepared me for this. Fuck he was so thick. My hole burned and I felt tears streaming from my eyes. With my mouth stuffed with cock I couldn't do anything but moan. Trapped between these two men I couldn't move away from either as they began to relentlessly fuck me. There were several flashes in the darkness and I knew they must both be getting souvenirs of my use. They kept up giving me poppers and making me spin out as they fucked into me at either end. It wasn't long before the poppers were wearing off and I became more aware and two things were apparent. First was the constant moaning I was making around the cock being shoved down my throat, I was holding the hips of the man in front of me and I was working my head back and forth as much as he was fucking himself between my lips. I could taste pure manliness. Sweat, spunk, piss all of it and I was drooling all over it. Second was the heat radiating out from my hole wasn't pain. The thick hard cock which was now deep inside me was fucking my once tight anus with long patient strokes. A constant rhythm that had his meat bouncing off of my prostate. I was arching my back, squeezing and clenching my hole around his dick anything to show him how good it felt. That's it boy, show us how much you want these dirty cocks up you." Wait, dirty, did that mean something? The constant pounding into me at either end was making my brain melt. I just needed more, more cock, more fucking, more everything. "Oh you're a dirty boy letting us fuck you like this! You love big hard bare cock in you don't you boy?" Shit, bare, everything had happened so fast and I gave in so easily I never even thought about protection...but...but it just felt so good right now. That thick man cock forcing its way into my guts, stretching me, pulling me I knew I wanted it. I moaned loudly around the cock between my lips and I guess we all knew I was agreeing. "Fuck boy, you're going to make me cum soon, going to plant my seed deep inside you." I could feel his thrusts becoming harder, he was deep inside me and stabbing his cock into me with short, brutal jabs. I was delirious. My hole was my entire world right now and I needed cock to fill it. The man making me suck his cock joined in the fuck talk, "Yeah, knock him up. Load up that pussy good. When you're done I'll make him take my strain too." I wasn't really paying too much attention with my focus being purely on cock but I gathered that they both really wanted to shoot their spunk inside me. Right now I was just a willing hole and they could fill me however they saw fit. The thrusts into me became a jackhammer and the guy behind me roared. "Fuck yes, take it. Take it you dirty little cumslut. Take my poz load!" My eyes bugged out as I put two and two together. I was in no position to do anything but take it as he said and the way his cock pulsed inside me and he was driving it deep inside me kept me grinding back onto him. It felt too good in spite of everything and a part of me realised it was too late to turn back with his hot load deep in my arse. "Fuck boy," he said as he slowly withdrew his wet cock from my now sloppy cumhole, "That was fantastic. Your cunt is definitely one I want to breed again." With that he stood and said, "Going for a smoke. Enjoy that hole!" Just like that he was out of that darkened place and I realised I had just been handed over like a toy to be used. The hands that had been holding my head roamed over my back and found my arse. I hadn't moved and he easily slipped two fingers up me and pumped them in and out a few times. "Wow, he really opened you up well." The cock I had been continually sucking was now withdrawn from my mouth and he moved around me. I was still in something of a state of shock, still bent over, practically frozen in place. Horny as fuck too. It was..confusing. Without ceremony he pulled his fingers out of my anus and shoved his cock into me. It took my breath away but because of the rough fucking I had already taken, and I guess the cum now soaking my hole, he was inside easily. He wasn't as thick which helped but his cock curved and he was pressing against my insides so nicely. As he started pumping away I was finally able to vocalise the sensations I was being subjected to. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I was gasping with every long dicked thrust he was forcing me to take. He had grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back so he could more easily bounce me on his dick. The slapping sound of his flesh violating mine added to making me a moaning cockwhore. My own cock left alone was flapping with each pounding of his hips. Precum leaking from me in an almost steady stream. I felt like I was cumming but it was constant and there was no come down. Eventually he too started up the jackhammer thrusting that tells of impending cum. I was out of breath, and covered in sweat. He was fucking my hole so hard I was almost crying but still I was rock hard. "Say you want my cum slut!" He suddenly shouted. Pounding me over and over. "I...I want it." Was all I could manage. "What do you want bitch?" As he asked this he slapped my arse with a stinging blow that made me buck my hips and cry out into the darkness. "Oh god I want your cum, please cum in me!" I begged and he pulled hard on my hips pushing himself all the way inside me. He was shaking and his cock was throbbing inside me. He leaned across my back holding himself so he wouldn't slip out of me and whispered in my ear. "Never pozzed a virgin before, I bet you'll be begging for more dirty loads before long." He slid himself out of me and left the room. I collapsed to my knees. Naked, dripping cum and panting for breath. I had no idea where my clothes were in the darkness or how I would find them. As I knelt there I idly stroked my still erect dick softly moaning as I felt the pulsing from my arsehole. What the last guy said about me wanting more was clearly undeniable. Footfalls from outside made me panic, oh shit I can't be found like this. I scrabbled about in the darkness trying desperately to find even just my jeans. But it was too late. A flare in the darkness from a cigarette gave a brief illumination and I saw three men in the entranceway. "See I told you he'd be waiting here for more. I think we've got ourselves a proper little cum piggy." I recognised the voice of the man who had first fucked me and realised then that he'd just gone out to find more men to use my holes. I knelt there, hands in my lap. I knew I was in for a long night.
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Our status, our state This is not the story yet, I need to explain the background so that I can start chapters without many boring setups. *** CONTEXT *** From dystopia to positive (pun intended) world. The story is set in 2050 after 20 years United Nations had realized the "Zero HIV infections 2030 goal" has miserably failed, together with all HIV vaccine trials and attempts of eradication. European Union has become a unique state with a single president in 2028 after a devastating war, new USE - United State of Europe's president was a very liberal politician who believed in human rights, awareness and protections but HIV cases did not stop growing because of a meds/prep resistant strain and people are fed up of all this mess. President attempts to calm population's unsatisfaction down and tries to plan mass sex education programs for young and adults, but he's unaware about the conspiracy behind the virus: his direct opponent was an old, retired, gay scientist who survived AIDS emergency in 80s as a long-term non-progressor, he didn't need meds and rather than helping science for humanity's good, he's created a lethal HIV strain to be used for military purpose. But having survived the real war, he's changed his mind. There's another way to eliminate HIV/AIDS trouble from Europe and the world, isolating HIV-positive people in a town built for them in a desert island and banning sexual freedom from the rest of the state. Campaign is a success and 2029 is the year where human rights are canceled by new president voted by people in place of the liberal one. The damage is done in a few months: HIV-positive can do whatever in their town (Bugdom) but it's strictly forbidden to cross the gate! Only way to contact negative folks is Internet in game or social network or ordinary mail and instant messengers, but everything is controlled from the neg world's side and if a neg is caught talking about sex with another neg or worse with a poz, they'll be locked into a cage in Bugdom where a neg has no basic human rights at all, unless a poz person decides to take them under their wing for pity or sex hunger. The gifter is the only one who can establish if and when the neg is worthy of becoming a true Bugdom citizen, meanwhile a negative person in the town can only be a slave with no say. In all these conflict there's a third (unlistened) opinion: HIV's. The old scientist is completely unaware that Bugdom's HIV has acquired capability of thinking, reasoning, feeling AND TALKING because it has mutated through years and perfectly knows what has been previous decades' human sex freedom and it (he) wants humans to have it back. Story begins with a 18-years-old boy who was born neg in 2032, from a poz couple. President's statement is that neg children born in Bugdom must grow up away from poz parents and be raised by the State, but the teen's father doesn't agree at all! Author's note: yes, I'm inspired by some social and political events of the real world but no intention to promote or discourage anything; this year has elections both in Europe and in US and, I hope, everyone of us is responsible of what they does. Politically and sexually. Literary exaggerations and parodies aren't forbidden after all, this is a sex and entertainment web site and my story is for this purpose only. First chapter currently in draft.
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Prologue You’d never be able to tell by the way that I look that the cute little twink next door with the perfect boyfriend was a deviant cock whore that craved nothing more then to be filled with cum as much as possible. My cum lust was going to be my downfall. Here I was freshly 19 chained to a sling getting my tight hole pounded by a hung daddy. “Yeah boy take my cock you slutty little faggot” said the daddy. Behind him there was a line of men forming all waiting for a chance to get in my hole and fill me with cum. “Oh god daddy, please fuck me. I’m yours, make me yours please.” I said. “Oh yeah baby keep begging like that and I’m gonna cum.” Growled Daddy. “Please Daddy give me your cum.” I begged. “Mmm. Fuck baby I love your hole I’ve been waiting for this for weeks. What kind of cum am I gonna give you?” Asked Daddy. “Poz cum daddy.” I replied. “Oh you’re gonna get it boy. I’m about to Poz your stupid neg faggot ass. Are you ready for it boy?” Questioned Daddy. “Yes. Please daddy Poz me. Make yours forever, ruin me. Knock my faggot ass up daddy.” I responded.
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This is based on a true story, though it has been greatly embellished. names changed and so forth. *** My name is Mark,a 28 year old bottom, have been a barebacker my whole life, and never really questioned whether or not I would get HIV. It was inevitable, I only played raw, and sometime, someone was bound to lie and stealth me, or not know their status and breed me with a highly toxic load. I had also never done drugs stronger than pot or poppers, even if that was to soon change. I was average all around, average height, average weight, average looks. Javier was different though. It was a hot Saturday, and I was on manhunt cruising for some dick. Had broken up with my boyfriend of several years the week before, and was really horny for some raw dick and good use. I met this hot latino papi named Javier on MH, and we started chatting. We had played years before, but life happened and nothing ever really came of it. He was pretty damn hot, 6 foot to my 5'8, bit on the furry side, with a great looking 9 inch uncut cock that was super thick. Best of all he was a pig like me. He hadn't showered in a few days, hadn't cum in longer. Had a nice build up of cheese in his hood, and said he wanted me to come over and clean it off and take his loads. I readily said "fuck yea!" and got cleaned up and out. Thoroughly. Soon enough I was in my car, heading to his house in a kinda run down area of a town a half hour away from me. I get to his place, and he is waiting outside, looking VERY hot, a little on the sweaty side, and a little trashier than his pics online. I didn't care, it actually made me hotter. "You gonna be my cumdump, puta? Get your ass inside." He held the door open for me, and as I walked past, I could smell his dick and balls, through the basketball shorts he was wearing, it almost made me swoon. "Well, puta, you ready to be my cumdump?" "Hell yes papi, I'm ready to take all your cum!" I replied, getting very excited, my dick straining against my NP jockstrap. He started mumbling in Spanish, which I didn't know very much of, but it still made me hot. He led me inside to his living room, where there were two blunts sitting on the coffee table. He picked one up and handed it to me, and lit it for me, and told me to smoke it to my face. Being no stranger to pot, which this smelled like, I had no problem smoking it. Granted, it was making me hornier than pot usually did, but I figured that it was this hunky Papi pig next to me smoking his own blunt that had me horny. We smoked the blunts and talked, he asked me more specifically what experience I had as a pig. "Well, I only take raw dick, and have had lots of that, by test lat week said I was neg though, so no worries. I have done some piss play, have tried to get a fist into my ass, but never got it all the way in. Played with toys, and brought some with me. I like sweaty, unwashed pigs, just the smell of their cocks and balls gets me hard. I like slings, and I like sleazy scenes. Uncut dick is my favorite, love the feel of the hood around my tongue and in my ass. Um, other than that, I'm open to pretty much anything that isn't shit, puke, kids, mutilation, maybe a few other things, but I like enough things that I'd like to think the ones I don't aren't required." I laughed, and kept smoking the blunt, feeling higher and higher. I didn't usually smoke a blunt all by myself, I was more of a bong kinda guy, but I felt good, so I finished it up, all the way to the filter he had put in it. As soon as he was finished with his, he grabbed the bag I brought, that had lube, poppers, and toys in it, and told me to follow him. We went upstairs to the attic, where it was as hot as hell, but since both he and I liked sweat, it was a good thing for us. He led me through the attic to a room at the back with no windows, but a sling hanging up on the beams, and a ratty old mattress on the floor. It smelled like sex in there, and it made me horny so fast it wasn't even funny. "Strip puta, show Papi what he's getting." I slid out of my shorts, down to my raunchy NP jockstrap, pulled off my shirt, showing him my whole body. I turned around, and he forcefully bent me over to see my hole. He started mumbling in Spanish again, and the only words I caught were puta, culo, and leche. I knew what those meant, even if I didn't know what the connecting words meant. He slapped my ass hard, which made my soft little boy dick jump, and told me "Get on your fours!" and pushed me onto the mattress. Up close, it reeked of piss and cum and sweat, and it was just making me hornier. I was on all fours, with my furry ass exposed, and he was digging his fingers into my hole kind of rough. It felt good though, my ass wanted more in it badly. "Don't move." He says to me, and I feel him get up and move away from me, and hear him going through a cabinet in the room. A bottle of strong poppers lands on the mattress next to my head and he tells me to take 5 long hits and hold each of them. I do as I'm told and I can hear the smile in his voice as he says "Good puta, very good." The rush hits me and I feel Javier get behind me, and then his scruffy face on my hole, his tongue digging in deep. He holds my hips and really pushes his face into my ass, tongue moving a hundred miles a minute. I let out moan after moan and push my ass back onto his tongue, sweat beginning to pour off of my shaved head. He pulls away from my ass, and I feel his fingers digging into me again, roughly opening me up. Sliding in and out. Then a strong burn, which the poppers tell my mind is just not enough lube. More fingers, and more burning in my hole, and my hole just getting hungrier and hungrier. I am starting to shake a little, but I think it's from excitement. Javier has already got me wrapped around his hot chorizho, and I am dying to be able to see it in person and get it in my mouth. My ass is on fire when he tells me to turn around. He has placed a smallish plug on the mattress behind me and tells me to sit on it while I suck his pinga. I sit my hole down on it, and damned if my hole doesn't swallow the thing up without a twinge of pain. This is no small plug either, an average sized one, for my hole that hasn't had anything other than my fingers in it in well over 6 months. Right in front of my face though, is this beautiful, massive uncut cock. Even hard, there is a little bit of foreskin still on the head, and I can see and smell the cock cheese, and it's making me drool. He tells me to hold still, grabs his dick, and starts to wipe a bit of his cheese on the underside of my nostrils, then tells me to open up and lays his pinga on my tongue and tells me to clean it and worship it. "Since you are going to be on it all night, puta. You know you want it bad." And I do want it bad, I want his cheese covered pinga deep in my throat and in my ass. So I start to suck the cheese off, licking the head, digging my tongue under his foreskin, getting the whole head clean and wet, and loving the taste of his raunchy smegma. All the while I am bouncing on the plug, and listening to him spout a stream of nasty talk in Spanish. "That's it puta, bounce your culo on that plug while you suck my pinga, worship the cock that is going to breed you full of cum all night long." I keep sucking his cock, feeling his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down, making me throat his cock, feeling it pry my throat apart to lodge deep in me. "Let it rest there for a bit puta, you will like this." He says to me as I feel something traveling down his shaft and into my throat. I realize he is pissing, and I push my hole harder on the plug, not even able to swallow his piss, it's just going directly down my throat. He grabs his dick hard to cut the flow, and pulls it out to let me get a breath. "Ahora no derramar una gota, beber mi orina maricón." Now don't spill a drop, drink my piss faggot. He says to me and I almost have time to moan before his piss starts hitting the back f my throat and I have to struggle to keep up with it. After the fourth or fifth swallow, my stomach starts to rebel and I harshly crush the gagging feeling and keep on drinking papi's piss down, when he starts to let the spray go all over my face, in my hair, and all over my body. When he's finished, he looks at me, and grins. "Good job puta, you are makin papi proud of you. Now get your ass up and in the sling." So I get up and hop in the sling, letting it hold me, and I can see the restraints. Thinking nothing of it, trusting my hot rough and tumble Papi, I restrain my feet, then I do one wrist. He grins at me again "Ansioso por entrégate a mí totalmente, ¿eh coño? Si usted tuviera alguna idea de lo que voy a hacer contigo ..." Eager to give yourself to me totally, huh cunt? If you had any idea what I am going to do with you... He straps my remaining wrist into place, and I have no idea what he just said to me, but i can see that my soft little dick is leaking precum like mad, even if I can't seem to get hard. Javier notices my gaze and laughs. "Now that you are tied into the sling and can't get away, I can tell you. The blunt you smoked? It was laced pretty heavily with Tina. And you smoked it to your face like a good little puta. That burning that you felt while I was fingering you? That was me putting meth into your cunt to get you ready and pliable to what I have in mind now. Now? Now I'm going to slam you full of Tina, and turn you into my true cumwhore. Oh, and since you never asked me my status, I just want you to know that I am poz, and that all of the other men who are waiting downstairs to use your cunt are poz too." He grins at me as my face falls. "But. I didn't want to do chems, and I don't want to be poz, Papi, please let me go!" I start struggling, trying to get myself loose, but fail miserably. After about ten minutes of trying to get free, I realize that I am going no where. The whole time I am trying to get free, Javier has his fingers in my ass, and is pushing on my button, making my dick leap, and making involuntary moans escape my mouth instead of the protests I want to scream at him. He stands there laughing until I give up, at which point he goes and retrieves his syringe. "You are mine now, puta, for as long as I care to keep you here. You will take what dick I say, and you will love every second of it. This little rig here will make sure of it!" He laughs again as I quietly whimper "No, please, don't do this. I won't fuck bareback anymore, I don't want to be poz!" "But, you won't have to worry about condoms ever again, you can be as big a slut as you want now, puta." He has a rubber tube wrapped around his own arm and I watch as he sticks the needle into his vein and draws back a little blood. Then he pulls the syringe out of his arm, without injecting anything, and wraps the rubber tubing around my arm. "You will want to hold still for this," he says as I start to struggle. "Move around while I'm trying to slam you and you are going to be in the worst pain you have ever felt." I stop moving, and hold still for him, terrified, breathing rapidly, whimpering over and over again "No, no please no." There is the pressure and the pinch of the needle breaking through my skin and into my vein, and I watch as he depresses the plunger and three quarters of the bloody mixture disperses into my veins. Javier grabs another tube, and puts it around his arm, slides it into his vein and gives himself the rest. Putting our arms close together so he can grab the tubing at the same time for both of us he says "Three, two, one. Blast off pig!" And he pulls the tubing off of both of us. For a second, I feel nothing, then heat, and then a strong scratch in my throat. I cough once, twice, three times, and then gone are all my protests. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Is all I can say as my papi laughs again at me and says "Now you are my poz puta, you have my tainted blood in you along with my chems. Tell papi what you want puta, tell him what you need." I am moving my ass up and down as much as I can, my dick soft still and leaking precum again like mad. All I can think I that I need dick, in my ass, in my mouth. I need to service men, and be a pig whore for them. "I need cock, Papi, in my ass and mouth, I need to please men with my body, I need to do what you want to please you!" "Good pig, I will just call the others up here while I slip this nice bit of meth up your cunt." He calls to his buds "He's ready, come and get your raw pig slut!" He pushes the crystal of meth up my hole, and puts his cock head there, waiting for his buddies to come upstairs. As soon as they arrive, he drives his cock balls deep into my cunt in one motion, and my hole just swallows it. Eats the whole thing, no matter how much that would have hurt me earlier today. I scream "FUCK YEA PAPI! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!" And his buds laugh at me, coming over and forcing their cocks into my mouth while Javier brutally fucks my ass. I can feel my hole getting slick, so I ask papi if he has bred me already. "No, puta, you are feeling my precum mixing with your blood. Those two things are lubing your cunt for me, and I am getting close to filling you with my poz cum. Are you ready for it? Because here it comes!" He slams his dick in and out of me a couple more times, then slams in balls deep as hard as he can when I feel his cock expand and start to fill me with his cum. Without touching myself, without even being hard, my formerly neg boy cock shoots it's last neg load out all over my stomach to the cheers of the anonymous men standing around me. Javier grinds his dick into me until it has gone too soft to work for that, then offers my hole to the next man, a tall, husky black man with a dick even bigger than Javier's. "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though. Maybe more to come, all comments on my first story here are welcome.
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BLACKMAILED FOR MY ASS Dan was a nice guy that I met online. He’s ‘straight’, married to a woman who was at work too much, and wanted to dip his toe in the guy pool. That’s where I come in. After chatting online for a couple of weeks, his wife went out of town to visit her mother in another city. This left him with the house to himself to finally play and indulge in the fantasies he’d been getting off to for who knows how long. I’m no model pin-up or anything, but some people think I’m attractive. And I’ve got a great, fuckable ass that would never turn down a load. From the pictures Dan had sent me, he’s about ten years older than my 45, more of a Daddy, and attractive in his own way. Not all burly or buff, just a regular guy with slightly thinning hair and a slightly thickening middle. But that’s okay. It was his dick I was interested in, anyway. The rest never mattered much to me. I arrived at his place as planned and ready to play. I wasn’t in the mood to waste time, so as soon as I got in the front door, I dropped to my knees and fished his cock out of his shorts -even before he got the door closed! He was a little panicked at that, but also surprisingly turned-on. Maybe he had a little voyeur in him just aching to get out. I sucked him to hardness and then he was ready to fuck. Neither of us was in the mood to waste time, apparently. I was liking him more and more. We’d talked about condoms already and I told him I don’t like them. Well, more than that -I wouldn’t accept them. If he wanted to fuck me, he would have to do it raw or not at all. He’d been stuck using condoms on his own wife for years, so he was kind of eager to fuck someone without. Lucky me. Especially with the choice piece of meat he had swinging between his legs. The perfect size for me, really. Not too big, not too small. A decent thickness that you can no doubt feel but won’t be destroyed by upon first entry. I’d already lubed a little at home in hopes that he would want to just get down to the deed, so right there in the entry way, he spun me around and placed my hands up on the wall like I was a perp and he’s a cop about to frisk me. He did feel me up and down while I was in this position, but when he got to my lower half, he yanked my nylon trackies down to my ankles, exposing my bare butt in nothing but a jock strap. I heard him make an approving growl in his throat, and then seconds later his fat cock head was pressed against my opening. I hadn’t been fucked in a while, so I knew it might be a little rough getting started. I closed my eyes and tried to think relaxing thoughts, willing my hole to relax and open up naturally for him. This actually does work for me, and it did now. It’s like easing the tension from your shoulders, only with my butt hole. I felt myself relax and then like magic my hole just yawned open and his cock slowly slid a couple of inches in. “Jesus!” he hissed. “It’s like your hole is eating me up! Fucking unreal!” I felt it, the minor discomfort of taking someone in me after so long without, but it felt so damn good, all I could do was moan. He moaned his appreciation, too. And then he slowly sank the rest of his shaft in me until he was balls deep. He held there for a moment, reaching around and pinching my nipples, which got my hole fluttering over his cock. I guess that was the signal he needed to move, so he started rutting his hips, lightly smacking my butt cheeks with his abdomen with every sharp thrust. His strokes lengthened, and turned more frantic. Before long Dan was slamming full length in and out of me, his hands gripping my hips tightly, while we stood in the entry way of his house, grunting and groaning like animals rutting in heat. It was fucking awesome! “I . . . I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he panted. “Do it, cum in me!” I yelled. More like begged, really. “Yeah? You like getting bred like a little whore?” he snarled in my ear, which really only turned me on more. He hadn’t said much of anything through the fuck, but this slightly rougher side was fucking hot. And when we’d been chatting online, I told him I liked to be called names and stuff while getting pounded, but at the time he didn’t seem all that into it. Glad I was wrong about that. “Fuck yeah!” I shouted. “I love getting bred! Cum in me!” I felt like a man possessed, but it was more like an addiction -I needed his seed swimming in my guts. “Take it, pig! Take my load up your whore ass!” he growled. I leaned my forehead against the wall, removed my hands from the wall and reached behind me to pull his hips flush against my ass so he was buried as deep as possible. I held him there for a moment, rippling my hole over the length of him, practically siphoning the seed straight out of his balls. That pushed him over the edge, he pulled back and slammed extra hard and extra deep, his arms wrapped around me so tight I could barely breathe while his balls emptied into my willing hole. I was in heaven once again. That moment is always heaven to me. He was breathing hard, his forehead resting on the back of my neck, as he collected himself and slowly withdrew his softening cock from my happy hole. I turned around to thank him but before I could utter a word, he reached up and grabbed hold of my face, pulling me into a passionate kiss. He’d made such a point of being a ‘straight’ married man, I never expected he’d want to kiss me, but kiss me he did! When we came up for air, I must have looked confused, because he said, “I just had to kiss you. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had. I couldn’t help myself. I just . . . I just needed to kiss you. Your ass is fucking amazing.” He was breathing hard and smiling wide. I’d done my job. We had agreed that our first meet would be brief, so we could feel comfortable, and also leave us wanting more. So I began to slowly dress myself, clenching my hole tight so I didn’t lose a drop of his cum. Once fully dressed, he kissed me again, and then I was on my way. He texted me later to thank me again, and to set up another fuck -soon! Over the next couple of days we swapped messages, just flirting until I could get over there again. But on the second day, I was at home later that night, and I got a strange message from him. Might be in trouble here, not sure how we should proceed. Ominous, right? I text him back, What’s wrong? The wife back in town? His reply was, My next door neighbor apparent heard us fucking, and saw us through the front window. He said if I didn’t want my wife to know, I had to let him fuck you the next time you come over. And he thought this was a problem? The more the merrier! What pig would ever turn down extra loads? I quickly sent a message back, telling him it was more than fine and to not even worry. What I didn’t know is that his next door neighbor had secrets of his own. Secrets that would change my life forever.
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I'd been on PrEP over a year. At first genuinely looking to prevent, but lately it became out of wanting to control if/when "it" happened. My mind had raced for months, pondering what it would be like taking that first positive load. Not the run of the mill undetectable load, but the real potent deal. Many jerk off fantasies reading stories, watching videos where some boy was verbally filled with a poz load and imagining myself at that moment of no return. Without much thought, I forgot the PrEP for a day. The second day, I thought "Oh shit, I missed a dose, that's not like me." A voice in my head debated what harm was missing a second? Well, the doctor did say two was acceptable, but certainly not three. Day Three comes. Why am I wasting it? I'm not even having sex, beyond sucking someone off occasionally? I can always take it for a week and get back on track. A week with out sex is nothing for me. I don't classify myself as a real catch, early 40's decent looks, a bit boyish for my age in mannerism and depending on my style of dress. Very orally inclined, mentally a bottom though not really been used enough to really get accustomed to it, though that itch does need scratched. Day ten, post PrEP, arrives. Searching websites and apps for anything that catches my eye; however, pretty shy to initiate the contact. Time wasted, staring blankly, getting no responses. Maybe I'm too standoffish? But wait... what was that? A message! I was in shock, having not gotten one previously, I'd never heard the notification. MasterDaddy4u: "Hey boy. Just lurking or willing to go through with it?" Me: "Hello. I do want to go through with it, just hesitant and depends on what I find I guess." MasterDaddy4u: "Very dom 62 yr old Master, if you come over, you belong to me. And when you speak to me, you should say Sir or Daddy, boy!" Me: "Wow, that is pretty blunt." MasterDaddy4u: "What boy? I did not hear you." Me: "Wow,that is pretty blunt, Sir." *what made me obey so quickly?* MasterDaddy4u: "I am sending you my address. When you arrive, enter at door to the garage. Instructions will be there. If you object to anything in that list, go home to your Mama. We wont talk again until you comply." Me: "I need a moment to think on this, Sir." MasterDaddy4u: "That time is past. Bye, Boy. See you in compliance, or this is the last I have to say." >>MasterDaddy4u is offline. My mind raced like crazy. I had a private shared file waiting to be opened. Staring at my screen, my mouse making circles around the icon.... >>click<< "Boy, be at this address in one hour and follow all instructions on site. If you do not, you will be sent away. No second chances." It ended with the exact address. I recall I've stopped PrEP. What if? I don't even know his status. Or what he intends. As my mind raced, I realize I've undressed without realizing it. I get a shower to ensure I was presentable...just in case. IF... *mind still races* When... In a flash, I find myself in my car, heading toward the unknown. Am I foolish for just showing up without much conversation, no exchanged pix, nothing at all? Time seemed to fly and yet creep at the same time. Looking at my watch, after the relatively short drive over, I had 15 minutes left of the hour allotted. Looking at the darkened house from the street, butterflies churned in my stomach. Halfway up the drive...when did I get out of the car? Hand on the knob. Still time to turn back. My cock and hole both twitch as my stomach does back-flips. Inside the dimly lit garage, a solitary lamp shines on a piece of paper. Leaning down, I begin to read what is expected of me. *** Boy, welcome to your possible future. You can still turn back, but once you start on this list, you are bound by your choice. I know you are here. I've seen you on camera. You have 30 minutes to comply or leave. 1. The boy acknowledges that he freely and willingly accepts being the property of his Master, with the understanding he will, upon showing his submission by beginning this list, be taking his Master's HIV poz load and piss to be properly marked, and will accept any and all demands/orders made by his Master without question, subject to punishment for failure to comply. 2. The boy is to strip and place all belongings into the lock-box provided. Once the lock is in place, it will not be opened. 3. Once naked, the boy will find the collar next to the lockbox. Affix the collar, as well as its lock. Again, once locked, only the Master may choose to remove it. 4. The boy shall kneel, eyes down, palms down on knees, and wait quietly for his Master to retrieve him. Final chance to leave, boy. Once any step has started, your consent is no longer required for those after it. Punishment will be delivered once any lock is in place and you try to withdraw. *** Oh my God! He's positive! FUCK! What about my PrEP? My mind flies through the options of fleeing or giving in. My cock soaks my underwear with precum. Subconsciously, my shoes are kicked off as my shirt goes over my head. My undies getting more uncomfortable by the moment, I rip at my shorts praying for some relief. I'm naked! In a strange place, about to surrender myself to someone, sight unseen. I have to think this through a bit more! I look at my watch. SHIT! I've only got 10 minutes to dress and leave, or accept my fate. Accept my fate? What an odd choice of words! My brain seems to be working on two levels. One fighting it, one having already given in. I need more time! What do I really want to do? >>click<< What was that? A sound snaps me out of my mental debate with logic. FUCK! The lock-box! I locked it! Panic sets in. I can still flee, granted I'd naked and with nothing I came with. DAMN IT! On foot too, as my keys are in the box! How much time do I have? SHIT! No watch! I have to decide. It's now or never! ***** ((I am very new to attempting to write stories. I welcome any feedback. I've been pondering this one a long time, but after reading so many great stories on here, I find it hard to put into words what in my mind plays out like a flawless movie. Thanks for reading this first part. I'll try to continue it as time permits, hopefully sooner rather than later.))
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Hot Son Hot Daddy My name is Marc and Im a daddy of 50s muscular with a nice pecs with some hair salt and pepper and I have a 9 inch dick. During the 80s I was a real slut and I got pop from my boyfriend who died from cancer so leaving me single for the most of my older age. Because the medication was still brand new the side effect were horrible so for a long time I wasn’t taking any medication and let the hiv evolve as it were making me very toxic. So When I was playing I was making sure that the btm knew my status and most of them were on ok with it. The most part I was playing with poz guys so we were ok with each other. Its only with neg hole that was bit more of a problem. I have a son that is in prison for stealing a car. The thing is that his parol officer gave the notice that I will be his host for the during his year of probation. I visited him few times and I saw that he was struggling on the inside as he was small and slim and not very much of a fighter. He told me that he made connection in exchange for services and treats. I didn’t ask more as I understood he was someones else bitch. I found it hot! My son was about to get release from prison so I prepared the house for his stay. The thing is I don’t know how he will be acting with me now that he’s release. Hope he hasn’t change too much. I picked up my son from the front gate of the prison and then we went home. I showed him my new place a nice cottage in the woods where we are miles from any neighbours. The thing is that when I got inside instinctively I took off my shirt as when im home im a nudist and when I do some house work I stay nude all the time. My son took it by surprise thinking I was gonna hit the shower or something I told him sorry as I am usually without clothes when im home alone in my home. He said its ok Im used to seeing guys naked as in the showers we were all naked using the same shower heads for three guys. We were doing rotation to get the water. The thing is that my house need a lot of repairs as I flip houses and this one was still in renovation. I told him that the water pump for the shower doesn’t work well so all cleaning would be in the lake with all the necessaries. And because im always working for the renovation im always sweaty so I don’t have time to go down the road and jump in the lake to wash out So I stayed unclean for weeks sometimes. I would use a wash clothes from the sink to do quick rinse. He said he’s used to it that not washing himself for days as during lockdown it could latest for a 3-4 days where he would locked into his cell and couldn’t go to the showers. As we were unpacking his suitcase I was undress to my undies and walking around the house doing some mini chores. He saw me with my big bulge in my underwear and I knew he kept staring. I found it hot that he was so curious. I saw he was hiding a small journal under his bed when he was unpacking I didn’t think of it much but I was curious to know what was inside. My son told me that he would like to go for a walk around the woods to get his bearings and check what kind activities he could do around here. I told him he could borrow the small VTT to go around the woods and having fun in the big empty field to do some donuts. Meanwhile he was outside having fun I went to his room and looked under his bed to find his journal. He was writing down what happened to him during his time on the inside. The big gist of it is that He was the bitch of a big drug dealer that needed assistance to get information delivered to other side of the prison so where my son would take the msg and then cross some area where he had access and delivered it to the right person. For each msg delivered he would get a week of protection. During a lockdown he couldn’t delivered the msg so the drug dealer told him that he would be safe he does what he wants from him and it stated by sucking him to then having him fucking him real rough. In his journal he mentioned how he was fucked both time by the drug dealer and the guard to help on the inside contraband and that he was always bareback as condoms were available to the general public. He was worried to get hiv or stds as he didn’t want to catch anything. But he heard somewhere through the branches that the drug dealer was in fact poz. He went to the clinic few times to get blood tested and the nurse told him he was okay and healthy. I heard him getting inside the house so I quickly put back the journal under his bed and went to see him. During dinner I asked him if he could tell me more how it was on the inside. He told me it was hard and tough as he needed to always make deals to get protected from the public. I couldn’t resist and told him that when he told me that he needed to to do treats and favours to get protection I told him I found it hot that you were someones bitch. And kept thinking that you were getting fucked by a big guy . My son stood there in silence and shocked of my response. He told me that yes he had to resolve to sex activities to pay for protection. I asked him how many guys and how big they were. He told me there was one in particular That was big and rough with him and he was the best. Bet to have him safe as no one dare to attack him or being mean to him in the yard. I was trying to imaging the drug dealer fucking my son pounding his ass in the cell and take it bb like a real slut. I told him that I was proud of him that he made it through and like a man he took it like a champ. As he was telling me the stories how he was fucked by this big guy that the drug dealer gave him to satisfied his friend I stood up to grab a glass of water. I was in my underwear and my son saw right away I was on erection. My son made a gasp and wasn’t trying to look directly at my cock under my underwear. He saw right away how big I was. I told him I was sorry that I was in erection as the stories he was telling me was making me hard. My son asked me if he was turning me on I told him yes and I wanted to fucked him since he got on the inside being someones bitch turned me on. But we had to make a deal is that we are both naked all the time around the house and that when fucking I only play bb. He told me that during his time in prison he was always fucking bb. I wanted to be more mean and rough so I told him that he wanted to stay in my house he had to get fucked by me bb no matter what. My son took a moment and think about this condition and told me that he was either going to live with me or in the street. And the street was not a good place to restart his life So he would stay with me and comply to my demands. I told him that I was poz and because I had played a lot with other guys I might picked up other things. As we say Im a real toxic top. He asked me if I would still love him no matter what happen. I told him yes I will support you no matter what and love unconditional. Then he said something really hot: I will comply to your demands and be your slutty btm as you are Clearly into. Then I told him lets go to my room we walked to the bedroom and push my son on the bed. I told him that tonight I will make sure he gets my cock like a real slut. He told me that he wanted slow and calm. But I gave him my grin face that is not going to happen. I started to suck him and saw he had a nice 7 inch and kinda trim around his cock. And then I flipped him over to have his ass in front of me. My cock was rock hard and then dripping prelim I told him that I have been pozing guys for a long time and then more than just poz as im real top toxic. My son was not really sure about what to do next. I told him either he stays in bed or goes out on the street. I was really horny and started to lick his hole and spit on it to lube it up and then pressing my cock to the rim of the anus. And then starting to push more and more inside. When I was half way inside I starting to make bigger stroke. My son was complaining how big I was and told him to shut up and take it like I was his drug dealer from the inside. And As your dad you must do what I saw. If I say you take my cock you take it! I was balls deep and then told him that I was off meds and more in me as I am toxic top. I was pounding his ass real good! Making him my bitch now. I was about to ejaculate I shove my index inside his hole with my dick still inside his ass to stratch his inside. And then I cum deep in him. We both then lay down on the bed all sweaty and musky from the sex.
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Been meaning to write this story a long time ago. Hope y'all enjoy it, I might continue it ~~~~~~ With the recent rains the night air was cool and refreshing as I walked along the wet sand path in the middle of the night in the dark desert. With only the nearly full moon above with the occasional obscuring cloud and the little blacklight flashlight for spotting scorpions to give me light it might be unnerving to other people but I loved the desert at night. Especially now with the rains the night seemed truly alive with animal and insect noises abundant. Thankfully the wildlife kept to themselves with no glowing scorpions appearing in my path. This patch of desert was about fifteen minutes out of town in a hiking park and not the first time I'd come this far at night. I knew I wasn't alone from how many cars I'd seen at the parking lot at the head of the trail and by the footprints in the wet sand I was following. I could feel my cock start to throb and swell in the basketball shorts I wore with nothing underneath as I thought about the fun I had the last time I had been here late at night. Suddenly I could hear voices ahead of me and I could feel my dick twitch with excitement. With the moon out for the moment I spotted a group of shadows moving under a cluster of mesquite trees around some low boulders. Getting closer I suddenly heard a gasping moan and the slap of flesh against flesh and I knew I had found what I was looking for. Stepping up I clicked off the flashlight and into the darkness of the trees. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the shadows but the sight was enough to make me glad I'd taken the time to come all the way out here. A small group of men were crowded around a wide, low boulder with several bent over it or laying on it with men either behind them or between their legs thrusting away. I could hear the moans of the bottoms and the grunting of the men fucking them and I couldn't wait to join them as my shorts tented fully in front of me by the time I joined them. A few of the guys gathered nodded at my approach and moved aside to make room for me to get a better look. I watched for a few minutes as another somewhat chubby guy was bent over the boulder with is wide ass being pounded by a fat dick as my eyes got further adjusted to the darkness. My cock was tenting my shorts and starting to leak so I tugged the hem down beneath my balls and started to stroke myself as I looked around at the group. No one was talking beyond grunting and moaning out small words of excitement as they fucked in the darkness of the desert. I was wondering what to do next when I felt a hand brush across my chubby ass before reaching over to give my cock a few strokes then back to give a cheek a squeeze. Looking I couldn't really tell what the man looked like but reaching out I felt a somewhat thin but long cock that leaked across my fingers as I started to stroke it in return. Feeling him groping my ass I knew what he wanted and it just happened to be exactly what I wanted too. Moving over to a free spot on the boulder next to the other man I bent over against the cool stone and pushed my shorts down around my knees. The man was right there behind me, his hands groping and kneading my ass and I soon felt the leaking tip of his cock sliding up and down my hole. He grunts in happiness as his dick catches my already lubed hole, my ass prepared from the plug I had worn on my ride out here. We both groan out into the night air as he presses in, my hole loosening enough to let his wide head slip inside as well as a few inches. I reached under me and started to slowly squeeze and stroke my cock as the nameless man fucked his pole deeper into my hole until his hips were eventually bouncing off my cheeks. His grunts were music to my ears as I moaned in reply like a good bottom, squeezing around the cock as it rakes against my prostate making me drip with each throb of my own dick. "Yeah, fuck that faggot good" I heard a voice to my side and realize it came from a man standing close stroking his prick watching me get fucked. My current fucker took the encouragement and started to speed up the pace, his hips starting to clap against my ass with increasing tempo while groaning out as I clenched down around him. His fingers gripped my hips, pulling me back into his thrusts with his eagerness. As I was getting fucked harder and loving every moment of it I heard a gasping moan and looked to my fellow bottom and saw his fucker hilt himself fully into him, the tops ass clenching visibly as he must've been pumping a load into the lucky man. The man fucking me seemed to slow down a moment to watch as the pair grind against each other for a few second before the top slides his cock out of the sloppy hole. There was hardly any time for the bottom to rest before another man takes the tops hole and slides in without any resistance, the bottom gasping out a low "Fuck yeah," as he was filled again as his top starts to fuck him hard right from the bat using the previous mans cum as extra lube. My attention on the others was broken as my fucker suddenly picked up the pace again making me yep with surprise then groan with enjoyment as he pounded my hole. His fingers dug into my hips suddenly and I felt his motions get shaky before he suddenly fell on top of me and hilted himself pinning me against the boulder. I could feel his cock swell before a warmth began to fill me, my voice moaning out as I feel this stranger dump his load into me while growling out in my ear, telling me to take his load. He didn't wait long before he pushed himself up and slowly pulled his softening prick free from my asshole with a pop. Panting softly I barely lifted my head to look back in time to see the man that had been stroking his cock watching me get fucked step up behind me and put his hand on my back. Pushing me down again he slaps his cock against my hole, suddenly realizing it was much larger than it had looked in the darkness. "Oh fuck, fuck me please," I moaned out as my cockhungry side really started to take hold. I had just taken some strangers load in my ass in the middle of the desert at night, completely forgetting the condoms I had in my pocket but once again I couldn't help myself and allowed him to fuck me. And now I was lifting my chubby ass towards another faceless man like some wanton whore while looking over my shoulder. It was by chance that the clouds shifted away from the moon as I felt him start working his fat, uncut head into my already stretched and dripping hole. Already used to the darkness the bit of light that shone through the branches was enough for me to see some of the man's torso. At first the shadows hid it but then as I felt his hips press against my ass, his fingers pulling my cheeks apart in order to hilt his fat dick in my hungry hole, did I finally see it. Across his pec was the unmistakable shape of a tattoo of a scorpion within in a bright red biohazard symbol. My asshole clenches around the cock I now realized was toxic and dripping it's own venom into my unprotected insides. He groans as he flexes his cock inside me, drawing out a moan from me as he started to pull out then slide back in with long, deep strokes that make my own dick throb and drip with excitement as this toxic stranger started to fuck me harder and faster. Glancing around the increased moonlight let me see that several of the other tops fucking their own moaning cumdumps had their own tattoos proudly displaying their POZ status. I had not come here seeking poz loads but as that heavenly toxic cock plowed my eager hole I knew I wasn't leaving without more. I'd always been told to watch out for scorpions in the desert but I had never stopped to consider this kind!
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