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Chapter 1 - Birthday Surprise Xander was a spoiled brat that always got what he wanted when he wanted it. His mother spoiled him rotten since that day he was born. It was that way all the time. He was dreadfully unprepared for the real world. Unfortunately for him, his mother passed away last week and he was forced to move in with his dad. Frank was a no-nonsense kind of guy. He did not put up with the boy’s tantrums and set hard boundaries for the boy. It was like living in hell for Xander. He never got what he wanted anymore and he had to follow insane rules set by his dad. A dad he had never really known. Xander kept thinking to himself – I just have to wait until I turn 18 and then I can leave this horrible place behind me and be on my own. Frank also was counting down the days until the boy turned 18 but for more nefarious reasons. Frank was bisexual and lusted over the teen since the day he burst back into his life, since his mom’s death. Frank would say he was an equal opportunist. Anyone that knows him sexually would say he just like fucking anything with a tight hole. And he was lusting over his son, waiting for the day he could claim his virgin hole. He never even thought to ask the boy if he was straight or gay. It did not matter to the man. Either way, he was his for the claiming. The morning of Xander’s 18th birthday, Xander woke up to find a collar around his neck. He put his hands to it trying to find a way to take it off. That’s when he felt the zap. ZZZZap. Xander was shocked – literally and figuratively. That’s when he looked up at the door to his room and found his dad standing in the doorway. He was holding a small remote. F: I see you have found my little gift I left for you to find. X : WTF dad. Frank held the remove up and pointed it at the boy. ZZZZAP. Another jolt ran through the boy. F: You will speak when I tell you that you can speak. X : Dad, what… ZZZZZAP. Again the boy felt the sting coming from around his neck. He felt it through his entire body. F: Speak when I say you can speak. You get that you little shit? Nodd if you understand me. Xander nodded up and down. He dared not speak again. F: I want you to strip. Now. X : What? ZZZAAPP. F: I thought you were a smart one. I guess you need this dumbed down a little bit. Okay then, here goes. I’m the man in charge today. The law says you are a man today but you are still a boy to me. But that’s okay. I love breaking in new boys. I put my favorite collar on you. I know how you think you deserve the very best. **evil grin** Frank held up the remote and the boy flinched as if waiting for the pain to arrive. Xander opened his eyes and gave his dad a look that let Frank know he had full control of the situation. F: Good, you are learning. You’re gonna learn a lot of things today. Happy birthday son. Now to show me how much you listen, I want you to strip for me. Xander looked at his dad confused and was too slow to move. ZZZZAAAAP. The boy took a second to recover from the intensified sting of the collar. F: I said strip. Xander pulled his shirt straight over his head and threw his shirt on the bed. His hands went to the waistband of his pajama bottoms and he slowly lowered them. He kicked the pj bottoms to the side. He was already without socks. All that was left was a pair of baby blue boxer shorts. Xander hesitated as to whether he needed to continue to was his current state of undress sufficient. It had to be right? As if hearing the conversation out loud, Frank answered his unspoken question. F: Well, I guess that’s okay for now. I mean, I did mean strip naked but I did not specifically say that. You’re okay on a technicality. It’s not like you know my thought process yet. Keep those boxers on for now. The man stayed in his spot in the doorway. He looked at his prize up and down. He loved staring at the almost naked boy. He looked down at the perfect dime sized nipples. He wondered to himself how sensitive were they going to be in about an half hour from then. He lowered his gaze down at the small bump in the boxers where the boy’s dick was shielded at present time. Frank licked his lips thinking about the sweet nector that the boy was going to leak out of his dick. F: Now, follow me to my room. I’ve already set out some supplies for your birthday parTy. I will lead and you better follow me. If at any time I see or think you are trying to attack your collar, I will turn it up to full blast and you do not want that. You look like you are at your pain limit already and it’s barely at 25%. Just remember, do as I say and you’ll be fine. Cross or ignore my commands, you’ll be shocked. Got it? I wanna hear you say it. Got it? X : Yes dad. I understand. F: Good. Now follow me. Frank turned around and made his way to his room down the hall. The boy was sure to follow him closely. Xander was afraid of being shocked again. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this situation. All he knew was that his dad was in charge and he couldn’t say no. He had absolutely no clue as to what was in store for him.

Not sure if it's really a ring or a sphinctre or a valve, but there's definitely some kind of constriction, combined with a distinct bend. All I can say is, there is something about getting fucked that deep. Don't know if it has anything to do with that famous 'ring' or if it's just about the depth of penetration, but all the anal orgasms I've had over the years happened in one of those 'past-the-second-ring' situations. But I strongly feel that it's just as much about technique as about mere size. An experienced Top will find a way around that obstacle, making getting fucked like this extremely pleasurable. With a less skilled Top though (not to mention the uncaring or downright sadistic ones), who just keeps hammering against the barrier, it can be quite painful. The most memorable '2nd-ring experience' I had was with a hot (and obviously quite hung) muscle daddy in his early sixties I met about ten years ago at a gay bathhouse. He used Viagra to keep him hard and told me that after taking that pill he just couldn't cum from the fucking alone, which meant that he could pretty much go on as long as he wished. He literally fucked me nonstop for more than an hour, going in and out of my sigma again and again, popping through that 2nd ring on every in-stroke. Having made me shoot my load four or five times (ah, to be a teenager again...), my balls totally empty, my boydick soft and shriveled-up, he finally gave me a mind-blowing dry-cumming anal orgasm that just seemed to keep going. When the muscle daddy had finally cum, jerking himself off inside my rectum, then pushing his oversized daddydick one last time up into my sigma, I was so weak-kneed he had to actually walk me back to the locker room...

Hoping Jeff and Dan play too. With or without Mike

Do men switch positions partly to give themselves a break because they're getting close to cumming? A pattern I've noticed is doggy or prone to me on top then back to a more dominant position after a breather.

This story was fucking hot. I would love to have a morning like this and get used by a hung couple. Keep posting more. 😛

I've taken a few cocks past that point, when it's done right, it's the absolute best feeling in the world. Definitely doesn't impact my hard on, what impacts my hard on is if the top is giving my hole such pleasure my cock no longer matters.

True haha

I remember that show,

Unlike the television show, Eight isn't Enough.

What a charming topic. I mean there's so many haha but I'm usually touching myself when I see these fellas @rawTOP @Olderkinkybiguy @Lincolnlad @NYtopBreeder @ktopper @Cumming4u @Falls727 @upptheebutt69 @bbfarm

Fuck yeah drimkin fresh from the tap is Fuckn awesom many years back I used to cam a lot. Used to get a large glass mug with handle i’d drink a few bottles of water b4 open cam, wouldn’t be long and those bottles want to flush out. I’d fill the glass mug and sit down on cam and drink the warm piss down as sum watched. it was a cycle repeated throughout the day. Re-drinking the same water again n again 3-4 times a day loved it

I've fucked and passed the second hole and I've been fucked and fisted pass my second hole and me or the guy I have fucked ever lost their hard on!

I've had fantasies of being one in orgies, porn shoots, etc. What a job that would be

I'm more philosophical about it now. When I was desperate, I couldn't see beyond myself. Now I'm part of a very similar problem, I only bottom. That's my hang-up. Some are frustrated by that. It's amazing how being sexually satisfied clears one's mind 😂

I understand that now. I had a hell of a time finding someone who wanted to fuck me. Maybe it was the Virgin thing or something else personal. I don't know, but Im glad it's behind me. Sometimes I do miss sucking a man's soul out from his cock. Last year, my bf did set up a blow jobs only night. I thought that was sweet of him.

I love that. Just relax and I'll suck your cock every day. I'm not looking to get fucked constantly, I actually like the variety. I'm definitely over indexed on cocks in my ass these days, but that was definitely not the case a couple years ago. Beggars can't be choosers

Ah, damn. Well, i think that is sweetly romantic. Online scammers make me crazy. ❤️

[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/asian-twink-fucked-by-daddy2/ the whole video is hot but it features my favorite thing to do: eat a boy's hole while he sucks you in 69. 🔥😛

i seem to fall for the same scam over and over. a guy next door type posts that he's sick of the shallow and superficial gay community. he's looking for a true emotional and intellectual connection and about to give up hope. i ask if he'd like to meet and see if we hit if off. he replies basically: not you! i'm looking for a deep emotional and intellectual connection with a tall GL muscle jock DJ w a huge dick. 🤣

University, Garden Grove California

Four pages of replies that show a vast range of theory and understanding. Some investigate the question with toys, others fantasize about the power they imagine their large penises give them. I’m happy to say what I “know” about the subject came as a total surprise. I had read of”second rings” but it wasn’t until a very large black man came into my room at the baths, said he liked long sessions, and said he had Meth. I wasn’t a partier until that time but I chose out of curiosity to run with the offer and he went to his room to get it. I wasn’t a partier until my 60s, I had never smoked, but I had been given a shard in the ass without my consent before, so that’s what I asked for this time. It was all trust, I have no idea how much he put in me, but from there he chose the positions and was in full control of the evening. After a while I asked for another bump. Neither of us smoked at all. If he had some himself, I don’t know how he took it, and I have no idea how much he gave me the first or second time. I’m not encouraging you to do this at home. There was no stated intention of getting spun or losing control. I did lose track of time, I may have fallen asleep. He knew exactly what position to put me in, with my legs folded under me and my shins on the mattress. He reached a depth where I felt him go through an obstruction, maybe a fold or a valve, but I could clearly feel the head of his cock was in new untouched territory inside me and I could feel him regularly leaking small amounts of semen into me. We kept it up long past when my legs cramped and started hurting. We each had our focus, mine being that I could feel something happening to me that I had never felt before. Eventually he had enough and went back to his room, when I sought the time it was nine in the morning of the next day. Our commitment to this sex act had gone on for about eleven hours. After I paid for my room for the next block of time, I put on a red jock, got in position, and opened my room door again, eager to seek the same degree of penetration with whoever was attracted to my ass in a red jock. It was another four hours before I went gently home to bed. I can’t brag what my final total was because I had lost count. I know there was a very large wet spot covering the back of my pants. a few times since, when I have connected with someone very large I have gotten in the position that created this and been able to feel the same deep penetration. Some tops have complained I’m wiggling too much, so I don’t know how much, they feel what I feel but I know, clearly, when a top has reached that depth, and it’s a great feeling to know you are exposing the most tender inner flesh of your core to saturation with the sperm of a stranger. You do not become neutered but you do have that position on your wish list whenever you meet a stranger whose cock is long enough to try for it.

Like, 11 with around….55yo neighbor…..which I then hung out with for 5/6 years lol

It was the same for me.