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I am hoping that this is the right place to put this story. There don’t seem to be any like it, so forgive me if I am mistaken in putting it here. I am a filthy cum slut. I was 23 or so when i figured it out for the first time after hooking up with a super hot couple off CL. I was already pretty deep into PNP at the time and I had only been fucked by a guy a once on the down low at the local Vegas ABS’s, but it was not bareback so it wasn’t great. I used to get really high and go lose myself in the many, many, many cocks that las vegas porn booths have to offer. I would swallow TONS of cum, enough to get full on. But something was still missing, no matter how many dicks I sucked I never felt satisfied. I figured this meant that it was time to offer up my ass to someone for fucking and breeding. So one of the times I was VERY high on tina, I was cruising on CL for some nice dicks to finally breed my hungry hole. I got a message from a SUPER hot couple that was looking for a bottom to share, one was white with a nice thick dick, and the other guy was black with a HUGE cock. We exchanged numbers and I got their address. I was so excited, my dick was leaking in my pants and my hole was tingling with anticipation. I arrived at a very nice house in Henderson, knocked on the door, and was greeted by the white guy, wearing a sexy ass jock and nothing else. I could smell the Tina smoke from the doorway. The smell made my ass tingle even more, and my dick twitched in my pants. I walked inside, my eyes slowly adjusting to the low light and smoky room. I saw the black guy sitting on the couch with a glass pipe and a torch, hitting it hard, smoke billowing all around him. He was naked, with his big semi hard dick draped over his thick muscular thigh. There was the typical bareback pig porn on the TV and his eyes were transfixed on the twink-ish guy getting his pussy stretched out by a HUGE black cock. Seeing his glazed over eyes told me that I was in for a real treat with these two. The white guy lead me to the couch, asked me if I wanted to get more comfortable, and handed me the huge glass pipe they had filled with white tina. I took a few huge hits, standing fully clothed by the couch, them watching me like a piece of meat. After 7-8 big hits I passed the pipe and took off my clothes. As the white guy hit the pipe a few times the black guy asked me if I wanted something sexy to wear. I said yes and was lead to the bedroom, which was FULL of gay posters, and leather gear. Boy was I getting eager. The black guy went into the closet and the white guy came in and stood by the door after passing me the pipe, which I started hitting immediately. As I was hitting it, I saw the black guy pulling out, lacey thongs, short skirts, a fishnet body suit and tons of girls clothing. I was getting super high so I didnt think much of it, until the black guy held up the fish net body suit up to me and said to the white guy “im glad we have a thin, smooth slut to wear this, we have had it so long and no one has been worthy of it”. I was confused and said “You guys want me to wear THAT!?! I have never dressed like that before, and im not sure I am up to it” The black guy looked instantly deflated. “Would you wear some panties? Nothing is hotter than a tweaker slut in some nice sexy panties.” I agreed, like the whore I was on tina. I slipped them on, and instantly loved the way they went up my ass, and cupped my dick so tight. He handed me some fishnet thigh highs and told me to put them on as well, and by this point the idea sounded great. As I followed them back into the living room I looked at my ass, it looked so fucking sexy in the thong and thigh highs. We all sat on the couch, me in the middle. We smoked A LOT! More than I had ever smoked before, and the sight of my legs in the fishnets was making me feel like such a little slut. Without wasting any more time, I took one last HUUUUGE hit off the pipe, and got to me knees, staring at the white guy’s thick hairy cock. My mouth was watering. I took a glance at the TV, and caught a glimpse of my ass sticking out like a whore while on my hands and knees in front of one of the nicest cocks I had ever seen. Feeling instantly whorish I devoured his soft chem dick into my slutty mouth. As soon as it was fully stuffed in my mouth, I let out on uncontrolled moan of pleasure, god his cock felt good in my mouth. I started bobbing my head on his dick, letting my inner slut come out. The black guy shot gunned me a few hits, after which id attack the white guys dick again like a hungry dick slut. Then he got up and grabbed one of the plugs on the table, lubed it up, pulled my panties to the side and started easing it into my tight cunt. I moaned into the fat cock in my mouth and pushed back, feeling the plug rip into me. I instantly wanted all the dick in the world in me right then. When the fat plug was all the way inside my pussy, he moved the thong back into place and pulled my head off his BF’s now erect cock. Roughly pulling my head in front of his growing thick black snake. I positioned the base of the plug right over my heel, and as I put that fat mushroom head in my mouth, I sat down hard on the plug, my heel pushing it achingly deep in my boycunt. I sat there rocking on the plug and slobbering on his dick for god know how long, but I must have been good, because he shot a thick, powerful load into my mouth and held my head into him, forcing his softening dick into my throat. God it tasted good. I got up off my heel, standing on my now wobbly, fishnet covered legs. While trying to stand I somehow found that It feels amazing to pull my thong tight, forcing the plug back deep inside me which I did over and over while waiting for what came net. The white guy wanted to suck the remnants of cum out of that thick black dick, so I sat and continued to chem up pulling the lug into my hungry hole with the thong. Suddenly the black guy pushed his bf off his dick and left the room, coming back with a needleless syringe filled with some liquid. He said to me “get on your hands and knees cunt, face down ass up” when I was in the position I felt my new best friends, my plug and my new black panties being pulled away from my ass. The plug was forced into my mouth, which I sucked eagerly in my horned up frame of mind. Not feeling I was being slutty enough, I put it on the floor, and bobbed my head up and down on it moaning, trying to impress my new friends with my slutty behavior. I felt something go into my hole, then a burn as something was shot up inside me. The plug was put back in my hole, held firmly in place by my sexy black thong. Wow…. Something was happening now. The horniness I felt was shooting through the roof. Standing in the middle of the room, facing the bareback porn on the tv, I started pulling the plug out of myself, then forcing it back in. Over and over and over. I was putting on quite the show apparently because they were both stroking and egging me on, calling me whore, cunt slut etc. Encouraged by the guys I pulled the plug out, set it down and grabbed one of the large dildos on the table, put the base on the floor and positioned my cunt over it. The black guy handed me what he called ‘special lube’, I used A LOT of it to grease up my now insatiable hole. Then with them watching and passing the glass pipe, I sat on the huge dildo, feeling it stretch my hole further than I had ever had it. I rode it like a pro, letting the whole thing fall out, then slamming it back home, sitting as far down as I could. I was passed the pipe, and while keeping the dildo in me, hit the pipe long and deep. My ass ate up the remaining length of dildo as I exhaled. The white guy put his dick in my mouth while I rode the dildo in the middle of the living room in my fishnets and moved aside thong. Finally I told them “I need some dick in me right now, please!” and with that pulled the dildo out, deep throated it and pushed the white guy back on the couch. Without preamble I sat on his fat cock, even semi soft it slid right into my chemed up hole. OH. MY. GOD. It felt like my hole was on fire as he pulled it slowly in and out. When I was used to it, the chemed up whore I am started roughly bouncing on his dick, while begging the black guy to allow me to suck him again. He shot gunned me a huuuge hit and slammed his dick into my mouth, asking me how the special lube felt, I could only moan like a slut around his dick and bounce on his bf’s cock. I was now a full on slut, fully hungry for cum. The white guy pulled out super fast, leaving my hole feeling extra empty, and told me to move to the floor by the sliding glass door In the kitchen, where I could see myself in the reflection, and damn my ass and legs DID look good! I saw the black guy now standing behind me with another syringe full of liquid, which was shot up into my hole, then capped with the plug again and held in place by my new favorite piece of sex cloths. After the feeling of bare cock, the plug was small. They told me to stay there and watch them through the sliding glass window while thy fucked outside. Outside they went, the white guy eagerly bent over the Jacuzzi cover and exposed his ass, which the black guy filled right away. I grabbed the plug, pulled it out, then back in a few times, feeling less than filled. I slammed the plug back in, replaced the thong to hold it inside my hole, and got up and grabbed the pipe. I sat on my heels smoking like a druggie whore until I the black guy motioned to me. Instantly knowing that his big fat black cock would soon be filling my pussy made me reflexively loosen my cunt. As I stood up, the plug fell past my thong, and on to the floor. My ass felt so loose, it needed to be filled! I felt the second syringe hit me as I was standing there, my ass tingled, and I could feel the drugs leaking out and soaking my thong with chem juice. Knowing it would soon be also soaking with cum, sweat and more ‘special’ lube I let it go, knowing id suck it all out eventually. Acting like a whore for these guys was something I was learning to enjoy. I opened the sliding glass door, arched my back, stuck out my whore hole and shook my hips like a wanton whore as I slowly approached them, the sounds of dick and wet hole filling the air. They grabbed me and pushed me onto the jaccuzzi cover, leg up in the air, my eager hole exposed. As the black guy lined up his cock, moved my thong asaide, and started to push in he said “get ready to be bred you little skank”. It was going to be a long night……

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"Gosh, I've got your babies in me." He was another tweaker boy. That much I figured out from our conversation on A4A. Of course, he said he only had done it two or three times, but that had the steady tone of a long-time lie. He had partied the night before and was still up; he was also still on tweaker time, arriving about 45 minutes later than I expected. And it was the standard tweaker fidgetiness and indecision, just to add agony to my already swollen and sore balls. Finally, after various false starts, we started to smoke the bong he had made up for us. In my hotel room, we had to be careful of the sweet, herbal smoke, but the old toilet paper in the paper towel tube did the trick. With each toke from the bong, he got more open, telling me about the tina high. But he also asked me my status. When I said poz, he said that we needed to use condoms. When I said bareback, he said only if I pulled out. I said we would see. I also told him I was on drugs, which was true enough, even if I was on a holiday: both from work and from the powerful side-efffects of the drugs. I figured my virus needed a holiday as well. He seemed satisfied with that, and we began to make out. It wasn't long before he wanted to suck my cock. I was plenty happy for that to happen: I had needed some sort of release. Even better, when he climbed into position, he stuck his tight little latino ass right in my face. I dove in, licking out his clean hole, getting him wet and ready for my cock. We continued rimming and sucking for a few minutes. It was the right thing to do: for me to be kissing the hole I would soon be fucking, giving it the best care so that it would take my cock readily. Although that alone would have been enough for me, but soon, he got onto all fours and put his ass in the air. I gave him one last quick ick or two on that hot ass, and then poured some lube on it. It wasn't hard to get two fingers in to him, which made me wonder if he hadn't been fucked already today. He was arching his back and pressing against my fingers, so I knew he was ready for me. I lined my dickhead up with his hole, as he inhaled from the poppers. As the third drug, after the tina and pot, hit him, he pressed back against my shaft, forcing it into his hole. He grunted, and immediately stated to work it deeper into him. I took a hit from the poppers, and helped him, both of us working together to get my cock as deep as possible into him. The fuck went on for quite a while. Just as I was flagging, he would do something like riding my cock hard, totally fucking himself on me, just in time to get me back to a pre-cum dripping hardness. I barely needed to use any lube, I was dripping so much. Of the course of the fuck, we flipped positions, from back to stomach to all fours; we flipped intensities, from slow and gentle to a hard-pounding ass fucking; we flipped intimacies, from slow deep kissing to reminding him of the slut tweaker bottom he was. The one thing that never seemed to happen was my cock falling out of his hole. It was like a vaccuum, keeping me deep in him. Even when I pulled out nearly all the way, I would always sink back in, feeling how his muscules kissed me the entire length of my shaft. I was constantly being reminded of the need to ask him where I would cum; he kept me right at the edge of cumming and it was only through sheer force of will that I didn't blast off right inside of him. "Do you still want me to pull out?" I asked. There was no immediate reaction. I did a hit of poppers, and felt the freedom hit my head. "I'm getting close," I said. With his free hand, he grabbed my hip and pulled me close. The other hand continued to furiously jack off his cock. Surprisingly, he was erect and hard. Between the tina wearing off, the pot, and my hard sahft buried in his hole, he was now a steel shaft, already dripping precum. Hearing no answer, I stopped worrying. I shoved my shaft in him, and pulled it out just as roughly. My balls were throbbing and my cock was dripping. Right as he started to cum, his hole tightened up, grabbing on to my shaft. That was the last straw, and whether he wanted it or not, I started to cum. I hadn't gotten off in two days; normally I jerk off two or three times a day. So, it was a huge, ball-drianing load I deposited into his hole. Almost immediately as his orgasm faded, he needed to push me out. My cock came out clean dn shiny, a thick cord of cum still connecting me to him. "You came in me?" he asked, incredulous, scared, and horned up by the idea. I just nodded. I started to play with his hole, feeling my load and rubbing it into him. "That's nasty," he said, but I could tell he was enjoying it. It was obvious he wanted to embrace his pig side fully, but had not gotten either the courage or the right set of drugs to do it yet. We lay in bed curled up next to each other for a while longer; he would ask me how big my load was, or if I had really cum in him. I was too tired to be committal, usually answering "That's nice," or "It was hot." Finally, I got up and snapped a few pictures of him lying, eyes closed, cum-splattered and naked on the bed. He got up a few moments later to take a shower. As he emerged from the bathroom, drying himself off, he patted himself on the stomach. "Gosh," he said. "I've got your babies in me." I nodded, wondering if I'd ever get to breed him again.

Dad Pulled Dave and I aside later in the evening “So you horn dogs, what have you decided about the PreP? Take it or play roulette?” “Well Dad, as far as I can tell the damage has been done, yeah there is a chance we dodged the bullet, but let’s be realistic, Stuart has bred us pretty good and somewhat wreaked our holes” I quipped in “Sir Tom’s right, Stuart has bred us multiple times over a short period and his Bug most likely has begun working itself into our systems, we could do a post exposure regimen but that will only limit our fun this summer, I would rather just fuck around and take my chances before going to college in the fall, Dealing with it later” Dave added “Well boys I respect your Decisions, two of your brothers have decided to take the PreP, I won’t say who but, they have had limited exposure so far and decided that was the path they should choose “ With that he went back to the fire pit and joined John in an intimate embrace, we got up from the edge of the Hot tub and went forward to the sling where Ben was lovingly being pounded by Chris. I came up behind Chris and massaged his quivering buttocks, His Hole was slick from what I assumed was Bens load, Ted came up Behind me and wiggled a finger or two in my hole pressing me into Chris, my cock wedging into his pre-lubed hole. Ted began nibbling my ears as he gyrated against my ass, his ass working its way into my hole, forcing my engorged member to enter Chris, who began shaking as his load fired into Ben’s clenching orifice. Dave had been sucking Ben and edging him closer to release as Chris pounded into him, causing Ben to blast his load all over Dave’s face and abdomen. Chris was stuck between me and Ben and with Teds monster pressing into my second ring I could just keep grinding into my middle half-brothers rectum, with no place to go and Dave feeding him Bens Spunk, Chris licked the seed from Dave while his shrinking Phallus soon regained its rigidity and soon he was pounding into ben with renewed vigor. As Ted began Chewing on my neck and ear his breathing began to become heavy and he began grunting as he was soon blasting a huge load past my second ring filling me with his seed. Feeling the warmth of his load fill me I blasted into Chris Whispering into his ear “This may be one of my last negative loads” Chris moaned and filled Ben with another of his loads. Ted coming down off his Orgasmic high pulled out of my gaping hole and allowed me to slowly remove my tool from Chris, allowing him to stir his cream inside of Ben before withdrawing his spent member. Dave slid into Ben as Chris exited the sloppy hole, having been highly excited by the exchange of semen with Chris, he shot within a few minutes. So with a gut full of cum, I lead Dave below decks to our bunk, having worked a whole day we both were exhausted, and with the revelations of last night and this evening mentally fatigued as well. Spooning behind Dave, I nibbled on his neck and held him tight, and we were soon both fast asleep. Sometime in the night a third body invaded our bunk, this time it was Ben, who had traded off with Stuart, so that my older brother could spend some time with Ted And Chris. Ben had snuggled up behind me and as our close proximity stiffened his rod, slowly impaled me in my sleep on his engorged cock, as my tool slipped into Dave’s puckered hole as well, a slow rocking soon had the three of us lovingly fucking at a slow leisurely pace, after about 45 minutes of stimulation Dave suddenly groaned and flooded my grasping fist with his nocturnal cream, his ass muscles milking my cock, sent me over the edge as I began filling his ass with my milky load, as Ben unloaded in me. I awoke early to find Ben’s cock still buried in my hole, as mine was plugging Dave’s hole and leaking precum into his sloppy hole. Every motion buried Ben deeper in me or me into Dave as I wiggled to free myself I felt Ben spasm and cream my inside with another of his loads, before he rolled over and let me escape. I arose and headed to the fore deck where I stood attempting to piss when dad came up behind me, caressed my shoulders before dropping to his knees and taking my half flaccid cock in his mouth, coaxing the piss from my now throbbing tool. I finished empting my bladder then dad told me to hit the shower after waking up Dave and Ben. Dave joined me in the shower, as we soaped each other up playing grab ass, we so were told to hurry up as others had to prep for the day as well. We got out of the bathroom and dried off and dressed then sat down to a simple breakfast of cereal and toast. John handed out the day’s assignments and Ted guided the craft to the campgrounds, I was paired up with Chris, Dave was paired with Stuart, Ted and Dad, and Ben and John. Our morning duties were to clean up the last couple of Campsites and then check out the bath/toilet areas. Chris and I checked our map and went straight to work clearing the overgrowth and trash on the farthest sites and worked our way back towards the Bathrooms. The first site hadn’t been used much the previous year and the outside edges were overgrown with brush, so we set out clearing the brush first, Chris suddenly started to chuckle when he found a small pile of used condoms, most were beginning to deteriorate but upon closer inspection it appeared many had been tampered with and had contained trace amounts of semen rather than the larger dried up deposits of the others. We sweep them up and disposed of them in a trash can and finished clearing the few remaining tumbleweeds. Chris quipped on our way to the next site that “The first space must have been used last summer as a breeding ground for the horny and the shy, being somewhat isolated from the other spaces by a small grove of trees, but this year with the camp being so much popular we are going to need every campsite, especially on the holiday weekends” “Yeah, I bet many a boy got bred and gifted in that small clearing, initiated into the brotherhood” I added with a smirk, upon arriving at the next site I spied the stud from the bath house yesterday, I waved to him as he began to duck into his tent, he stood up showing off his bare torso and a keen six pack of abs with just a light dusting of fur, He was in loose fitting shorts which began tenting when he saw me acknowledge him. He walked over and introduced himself. “Hi I’m Chuck and my friend in the tent is Jay if he ever gets out of his sleeping bag” “Hey Chuck, glad to meet ya” I shot back at him “glad you got over your embarrassment from yesterday” With that he began to redden in the face, his blush was so cute, he must have been early twenties, just then a head popped out of his tent, a hot ginger who looked maybe 18 or 19, complete with freckled face and shoulders “Hey Babe, why don’t you come back and cuddle with me some more….” He started saying before seeing Chris and I witnessing his public display of affection, I grinned a knowing smile and winked at him. “Hey, me and my brothers are spending the summer on a houseboat down on the lake, and if you and Jay want to come by, let one of us know and we’ll make sure you get a invite, were limited to how many we can accommodate at once unless were moored” Chris told him as he headed back to his tent, he said he’d talk it over with Jay, and inform us when they were available. We went back to cleaning the area for another half hour or so. As we made our way to the next site we peeked into Chuck and Jay’s tent, which they had left the flaps open, and observed Chuck balls deep in Jays love tunnel. Chris looked at me then we both burst into horny laughter as we wandered away, our cocks tenting our jeans. We finished cleaning up the last of the overgrown campsites just before noon, in time to head over to join our brothers for lunch. As we ate I noticed several campers going to and fro the cantina to either get lunch or gather supplies to take back to their respective campsites. About half way through lunch I spotted Chuck and Jay emerging from the store with pre-made sandwiches in their hands, I waved them over and introduced them to my family. Chuck seemed to blush each time he looked at Dave and me, I thought it was cute until I realized I was doing the same every time he and Jay would touch, causing my cock to harden, I whispered in Dave’s ear “That’s the guy who watched us fuck in the bath house yesterday, and I saw him fucking his bf in their tent earlier” Dave chuckled then Whispered back “Yeah the ginger was in the bath earlier washing up when I went in for a piss, let’s just say he let me hose him down then took my load in his throat” We both chuckled, Chuck and Jay chatted with my brothers and Dads while Dave and I finished our lunches, Dave leaned over to me and gave me a peck on the check “Want to go for a quickie or save it up for tonight?” he asked casually “This being the last night of the floating orgy being just us bro’s I think I’ll save up my juice so I shoot larger loads” I responded “Cool I was thinking the same, bro. see ya tonight after work then” He gave me another kiss then headed out with John for his afternoon shift, I paired up with Ted now and Chris, Stuart and Ben got together for their afternoon chores. Todd went back to the cantina to do some inventory and do some training with the clerk he hired for the summer to handle the afternoon shifts, a cute 18yo brunette that I would learn was the son of one of his associates. The afternoon chores included restocking the bathing house and washing areas, and double checking the campsite registrations and checking on the campers who had checked in. We were still fairly empty with just a half of dozen sites out of the forty available occupied. Ted handed out to the new campers invites to Saturday and Sundays parties to the few studs who had checked in, Friday was already booked with 11 guys accepting invites to board at 4:30. By the time we were checking on the last campsite it was getting close to time to head back to the ARK as we began referring to the Houseboat, the inside joke was that over the next 12 weeks it would indeed become a vessel of changing lives We arrived at the ARK just as John was starting the engines and Chris was firing up the barbeque to cook the night’s dinner, Todd was untying the vessel and Dave jumped aboard, Ben and Stuart were in the galley prepping salad and vegetables while Ted and I headed inside to set up the evenings refreshments and do some last minute cleanups with the bedrooms, bathroom and dining/living areas. John guided the ARK across the water and into a cove that was different than the last couple nights, this one had a secluded beach a short swim from where we would moor the Ark next to a Floating Raft that was anchored about 25 feet from the beach, The raft was the same length as the ARK and about 12 feet wide. Once tied off and secured for the night the door on the stern was opened for access to the floating dock and Todd and John set up a dining table out on the dock. Hey if you boys want to take a quick swim to wash off the day’s grim John and I will Set out dinner As all of us had striped of our tee shirts on the way over and a couple had shucked their jeans as well we were actually in various stages of undress our muscles glistening with the days sweat I pulled off my jeans and Dave grabbed me from behind as I exited naked onto the dock, as we both fell into the water wrestling, Dave was naked too and I could feel his erection pressing into my back and thighs. Soon the short distance between the raft and the shore was traversed and the beach was now occupied by 6 hot studs naked with partial hard-ons grappling with each other. We were in and out of the water swimming between the beach and shore in water that much to my surprise was warm compared to the rest of the lake. When we all got back to the Raft and climbed out Todd explained that while much of the lake was freed from snow run-off this was one of many of cove where the water is trapped and is heated in the shallow cove by the daily sunshine. We ate dinner in the buff as our dads took a quick swim just before joining us, all the food had be put out on the table with covers on it to keep out the bugs and torches with citronella were lite on the corners of the raft we ate hardily and soon we were filled and sat around shooting the bull, discussing the daily events and our observations of the various campers. After dinner we helped clean up and put the table back onto the ARK along with the folding chairs. We all retreated to the top deck of the ARK and Dave and myself hit the hot tub each with a drink in our hands and each other in our free hand. Chris and Ted joined us and Stuart came up with a new member to our crew “Hey Guys I want to introduce Alan, my slutty Boyfriend who arrived just a bit ago and was ferried out here by the marina attendant while we were inside cleaning up dinner, I just found him lounging on the fore deck.” Alan was a nice looking Pacific Islander with a great build and an intoxicating smile. I could see why my Brother fell for him, he didn’t have the biggest cock of our group but he was no shrimp with about 7 inches sticking out in front of him drooling precum. He and Stuart sat on the rim of the hot tub as Dave and I Traded turns sucking their meat in, the other bros took turns as well feeling up the new guy and I soon was making out with Alan while he worked his cock into my hot hole, Stuart insisting I get the first load from his boy Alan, who was whispering into my ear between kisses “You like riding the death stick that knocked up your brother don’t you?” “Fuck yeah, you going to knock me up too arnt you? “Damn right if your brother hasn’t succeeded yet I will definitely Poz you up by the time the summers over” He was beginning to pound me hard wrecking my hole “You ready for my toxic load stud” “Hell yeah give me Your Death seed “ As he pushed deeper exploding in my guts coating my rectum with his toxic nut. As he pulled out Dave moved in and began licking my ass and cleaning up the leaking sperm as I cleaned Alan’s cock of my ass juices and his sperm, as Dave was rimming me Stuart stepped up and shoved his cock deep in his ass and pounded my boy/bro hard and fast till he exploded with is load as well. By the time Alan and Stuart were finished planting their first loads of spunk in Dave and me the others were engaging in some hot orgy action, I was raging hard and needed a hole to plow and soon was buried deep in Ted as Dave buried his cock in Todd’s hole fucking the man who gave him life and dumping his seed in his dad. After about a couple hours of fucking and sucking John stepped up and announced “Tomorrow starts the long Holiday weekend so I suggest you all turn in and get some rest” Stuart told us he was sleeping with the dads and asked if we minded sharing our bunk with Alan, we both agreed it would be our pleasure

Never heard of people who like to fuck or get fucked by tigers, probably because they don't survive the experience. I don't see a tiger putting up with that kind of "play".

David and I had been in a relationship for three and a half years before Patrick moved in with us. While we bareback each other since that how we prefer sex, we are also open, so we play safe with other guys. I am generally the bottom and David the top. Through experimentation we found that switching roles just did not work out best between us. We have had several three-ways and have also had some slight participation in group sex, but again just didn’t work out very well. With this background in mind, on to the main story. David noticed an ad on Craigslist posted by a guy looking to rent a room. As we had one available, and didn't mind the prospects of some additional income, we responded and eventually Patrick moved in. Patrick was a fairly good looking man, but honestly not overly attractive. He had a great face, a great body, a great ass, and a great package, but he definitely wasn’t a pretty boy and he also wasn’t a chiseled Adonis. He was a man the way men should be. He and David immediately hit it off, becoming fast friends. Patrick and I, on the other hand, did not. The relationship between Patrick and me consisted of exchanging pleasantries and awkward smiles with idle chit chat. Still I found myself wanting to fuck him. A few weeks after Patrick had moved in I was in the laundry room folding laundry when they came in and sat down in the living room and started talking. The laundry room is off the living room so I could hear everything they said. It was during this conversation that Patrick revealed to David that he was HIV positive. He also mentioned that he would rather David not tell me. Why? Who knows, only Patrick does. But now I was stuck, I had folded the laundry and needed to leave but didn’t want them to know I had overheard because Patrick didn’t want me to know. Then I noticed a set of earbuds in the trashcan that I had discarded since I had accidentally washed them and, of course, they no longer worked. I pulled them from the trash, plugged them into my phone and pretended to be listening to music when I opened the laundry door. I smiled when I saw them, pretending to have no idea they had come in. As I pulled the earbuds from my ears I glanced at Patrick's crotch and thought to myself Good Lord! He was sitting there legs spread and right in the middle of his crotch, under the zipper of those oh-so-tight jeans was a huge mound of bulging meat that could make a straight man's mouth water. I snapped my head away and made small talk with David and Patrick, but mostly with David, until I could finally make my get away to the bedroom. Months later, as summer progressed, the southern heat was turned on HIGH and so was David. Now, David has got a good supply of dick: he’s seven inches long and five inches thick. I like to think that as a bottom I’d be able to take the marathon fantasy of a dozen well hung fantasy studs, but to be real, (1) it is not likely to happen and, (2), it ain’t ever gonna happen. But after three weeks of nightly two hour sessions I desperately needed a night off. I expressed this to David and he was more than accommodating, saying I'd have a two-day break in sex, and on the third night we’d have 'special' night. Which brought us to the night in question. We went to an early movie then had a nice dinner out, and met with a few friends after dinner for a few drinks before heading home. I had a few drinks, David had none which was fortunate because he was driving. It was also fortunate because while he was drove I intended to suck his cock. He pulled out of the drive and I undid my buckle and slid my seat all the way back. As our car didn't have a center console, I knelt on the floor, raised his armrest, and went for his crotch. Commando for a reason boys, I’m just saying. I had his fly down and cock out in no time at all, and in even less time had it in my mouth. Now, my deep-throating capabilities are great, and, since there was a fair amount of room to maneuver since there wasn't a console, still it wasn't the best position to perform in. Even so, I love sucking cock. I love having a guy's flaccid cock in my mouth and feeling it stiffen-up as I nurse it, and with David it didn’t take long before I had to bob up and down a bit, enjoying the taste of his cock as my tongue slid up and down the shaft. I love the challenge of getting a cock as far down my throat as is possible, and I also the taste of precum mixing with my spit. What more can I say? I love the taste of cock, especially David's cock. It was a twenty minute drive from the restaurant to the house, and during the entire trip his cock never left my mouth. When we arrived at the house, David put the SUV in park and I made sure to that his cock was a dry as it could be before tucking it back inside his pants, thinking to myself that I couldn’t wait to get back inside and finish working out that load. We walked through the front door and there on the side table was a plain white box. “Patrick left us some special brownies,” David said with a grin, adding "he’ll be back later.” “Well then. We better get started.”

Fuck it. It was late Saturday afternoon and I had just finished running some last-minute errands getting stuff to keep me hydrated for that evening's play session with a FFuckbud in Bushwick. I was a little behind schedule and felt rushed, sweating from the late summer humidity and sexual anticipation. It was a warm day and I was wearing a t-shirt with cut-off sleeves, shorts and sneakers. I took a deep breath to relax as I waited for the Über car to arrive. I stared at my phone screen: the app displayed the driver was a few minutes away. He was kinda hot from the thumbnail image of his profile. OINK! Buzz. My phone vibrated as the screen display got interrupted as a text came in. HIM: SORRY baby. Can't host tonight after all. Something came up. Have to cancel. Fuck it. I texted him back quickly. ME: Dang that sucks. HIM: I know!!! Was really looking forward 2 PNP and getting @ that pussy of urs. ME: K. Another time then. HIM: I'll make it up 2 u next time I CYU. ME: L8R. I was already cleaned out and just a little buzzed. I smoked a little bowl while getting ready earlier to get me in the mood. It was enough to get my manhole hungry. He is one of my regular fuckbuds. I hate it when they cancel as the last thing I want to do is go online and take a risk with someone new. I like playing with the few regular buds I have. We have great connection and they know how to make my insatiable hole feel great. And I give it back in return. Except not tonight apparently. I stared at my phone screen. Now what? I thought to myself. Should I contact another bud at this last minute? Go online and risk searching for someone new? That seemed desperate (well I was sorta...). FUCK IT. I cancelled the Über car. I shook my head cursing at myself. I had a bag of protein and energy drinks in one hand and my phone on the other. Beside me, I had a small overnight travel bag that had some of my favorite toys, various lube and grease, poppers, and my toiletry bag parTy kit. All that preparation for nothing. I looked around me at the storefronts on the block. I live in an area of north Brooklyn that is historically more African American. But that is rapidly changing as it gentrifies year by year as the a new influx of people move in (myself included), priced out of Manhattan and other areas of northwest Brooklyn. I see a barber shop across the street. Hmm...time for a cut, I think to myself. If I can't play, I may as well get a haircut. I usually go to my barber in the East Village but I sure wasn't going there tonight. It had been a few weeks since my last cut and I like to keep my hair short and buzzed fresh. I was overdue. I placed my phone in my shorts pocket, picked up the overnight bag and crossed the street. Some aashole hipster almost ran into me on a Ciibike, oblivious to jaywalkers ruling the street. I cursed at him as he sped by, not hearing me with his headphones on. I was still spitting at the air when I got in front of the barbershop. It was about to close, totally empty except for one lone barber. I entered. "Hey," I greeted him, walking in. "How's it going? Can you do one more today?" The barber looked me up and down quickly as he was putting some equipment away. "It's late." It almost sounded like a complaint. He looked at me appearing to size me up. The barber was in his mid to late 50's, a tall dark, black man with short, buzzed cut hair and a trim beard that had a light salt and pepper pattern. He was about 6'3" and I guessed around 225 lbs of solid man. He looked like a coach for a high school athletic team. He had a handsome face in a rugged way with an impressive squared-off jawline that was framed with a short beard. He was wearing a dark green, button-down short sleeve shirt that served him like a uniform and was snug on his upper body. The top two buttons were undone and I could see short bristles of salt and pepper hair lightly covering his chiseled chest. He was wearing dark blue sweatpants that were a little loose. I couldn't help but notice that he had impressively large feet in his black beat-up sneakers. I could read that he was in good shape for his age. "I just need a buzz cut." My hair was about a half-inch long, too long for my taste. "You can do me quick: in-and out." I smiled at him. "Cool?" He moved towards me then passed my side heading to the storefront windows. "I am just about to close," he announced as he shut off the air conditioner. His voice had a deep weight with an after-tone of a subtle bass. I liked how he sounded. He adjusted the old blinds at the windows, lowering them one by one as the narrow shop got darker. He looked me up and down again. I noticed some pause with his gaze. "I will do you," he said, locking the door and lowering the last shade on the inside of the door. The shop was darker now, cut off visibly from the outside. The small shop had old fluorescent light bars overhead in three parallel rows casting a greenish glow to the room. His dark skin took on another sheen with the absence of natural light from the outdoors. One length of the light on the farthest right ceiling row was flicking on and off, shorting itself randomly, casting stranger highlights on both of us that would materialize and then quickly disappear. "You're in luck, Boy," he finally smiled. I liked that he called me Boy. Was he flirting with me as he read me visually again (or so I thought)? Or was I just horny from my now defunct evening's anticipation? "You're my last customer." He walked into the shop towards one of the corners. "I'll take you." He washed his hands at a corner sink for shampooing customers. He dried them off thoroughly. Nice forearms, I thought; they were thick and solid. "Put your bags down by that last chair," he instructed in that deep tone, pointing to a beat-up leather barber chair. "Sit down." I walked towards the corner, setting the overnight bag down. I placed my plastic grocery bag on the linoleum-tiled floor. The contents fell out, imbalanced and tossed around. My drinks rolled around our feet. "You goin' to do some major exercise or somethin' tonight?" He peered at me and then the various drinks scattered on the floor. "Yeah," I laughed as I looked up at him. "You could say that," I paused. "...special exercises." I knelt down, gathering the various bottles and placing them carefully back in the bag. "They help keep me going." He was now standing beside me, near the counter, getting some of his barber tools out of several small cabinets. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch as it was just a few inches from my face. He turned slightly, opening another cabinet to get some clippers so he was in profile from my viewpoint. WHOA! Nice bulge! There was something definitely in those dark sweatpants. I couldn't stop looking at it, that inner buzz inside me from earlier triggered itself ON. "You done yet?" He looked down at me, a tight smile on his face. "Sit down on the chair and let's get this started." I got up and sat down on the barber chair. It was an old-skool shop; probably from the late 80's when the neighborhood was a lot rougher. I got myself comfortable on the chair which looked like an antique at this point. The leather was well worn on the seat and it crackled as I adjusted myself, straightening my back. There were mirrors all around us at each chair station. There were six chairs in the shop in total, three at each side, with just a little walk space in the center of the narrow shop. You could see your reflection from one side of the room to the other into infinity as the mirrors on each side of the shop reflected on itself. The mirrors were a bit faded, well past their time; some were cracked, including the one in front of us, a hairline fracture that ran diagonally from mid-center on the left side up to the right corner of the glass surface. If I turned slightly, my head appeared split and off-register. The cabinets surrounding the mirrors at each chair station were covered in black Formica, the edges a bit frayed. There was a scattering of photos all around each station displaying men's hairstyles from old to current trends. I looked across from me and observed his personal photos taped around the mirror. A few were with his wife (I presumed) from different eras. He maintained a great body regardless of the decade. I noticed the wife in older photos but only solos of him or with male friends as he got older. There was a photo of him without a shirt, I am guessing from the last decade, probably on some island vacation, showing off his chiseled chest. HOT! I could feel myself starting to sweat slightly. He grabbed a long sheet of white tissue paper from one of the frayed tiny cabinets in front of us flanking the large mirror. I watched our reflection as he proceeded to get ready, folding the tissue as he walked behind me. He wrapped the tissue around my neck and tucked it into my T-shirt collar. He did this quietly as he looked deep into my eyes in the mirror. I watched him in return, also silent. I sensed we were both assessing the situation and measuring each other. I couldn't quite get a read on him. He was making me nervous. He was making me horny. I looked at those forearms again. They were large and thick, a light tangle of dark hair blended with his skin tone. I saw some tattoos on his right arm that I hadn't noticed before. They were faded and old, the black ink almost blending with his dark skin tone. The designs gave away their age as they were soft and fuzzy, the edges blurred by time and unsaid experiences. He reached for a dark sheet that was folded at the edge of the chair arm. He snapped it in the air suddenly, startling me as it sounded louder than it probably was, my senses already heightened. He unfolded it and draped it over me. It was a thin polyester sheet and it created a second skin over my crotch and upper body. He fastened it around my neck methodically. His large hands then rested on my shoulders, brushing the sheet into place. His palms seemed to be wiping away the creases so that the draping of the sheet over my upper body was even and centered. His hands had a weight to them that felt solid and heavy. Impressive. Masculine. Sexy. His fingertips applied a little pressure to the front of my shoulders for a mere moment, a slight massage. I moaned. Fuck it-that felt good! His right hand lifted in the air and disappeared behind my head in the reflection as our eyes met again and traced each other. The palm of that hand now brushed the back of my neck and ran up and down the back of my head, feeling my hair lightly as if we was barely touching it, running up and down, up and down, slowly, gently, almost sensually. It was if he was studying my hair, its texture, softness, healthiness. But his touch seemed to graze over me longer than professionally expected, unmeasured seconds that bordered into inappropriate movements. I moaned a little more, almost embarrassed at my obviousness. "Whatcha want, Boy?" Finally he spoke. The tone was now almost gentle, but just a bit, a decipherable difference I caught in comparison to his not-so-friendly greeting when I had entered earlier. The deep voice seemed to echo for a few seconds in the small, empty shop. Outside the light was getting fainter as the sun had set quickly as the late afternoon stepped into the early summer evening. The broken fluorescent light bar behind us flickered like a signal as if it were announcing the passing of the day. "Just a buzz cut," I stammered in my reply. His large hand ran over the top of my head again, rapidly this time. "What you take? 1.5? 2?" He looked at me. "Huh?" I was puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Clippers. Razor guard size," he answered. "Oh. I think it's usually a 2." I inadvertently brought my hand up to the top of my head as If to measure my hair and our hands touched for a second. He looked at me in the mirror. "Then my regular barber goes more in detail with a 1.5." "Regular barber?" His tone was definitely easing. "Yeah. I go to this Ukrainian guy in the East Village. I had a date that cancelled and saw your shop was still open. So here I am." "A date huh?" He kind of sneered at that. "You don't look like you dressed for any date." Fuck it. What the hell. "Yeah...well it was more a hook-up," I confessed quickly. "He cancelled at the last minute. I was right across the street to meet him when he cancelled. Saw your shop was still open. Figured I would get a buzz here." "Well you came to the right spot," his hand brushed the back of my head again, now taking his time, slowly running his palm up and down, up and down. "You got nice hair, nice texture...very soft." I stared at our reflection in the cracked mirror. Behind us, the fluorescent light bar shorted out for a second or two. He stopped with my hair and walked over to the cabinets and got his clippers ready, plugging the cord in a socket by his right. He approached me and I stared at him, my eyes following him in the mirror as he positioned himself behind me. He flicked the clippers on and it came alive, resting on my head for a second before he started to push it along. The whir and buzz of the vibration seemed like a strange percussion in my ears. He started by running the clippers from the front of my head towards the back. The clippers vibrated in a gentle rhythm over my scalp. I was definitely hyper sensitive with the little toke on the glass pipe from earlier. Fuck it-that felt GOOD-as he raked my head methodically, row by row. It was like an electronic massage in parallel motions going over my scalp. Tiny threads of dark, black hair fell around me, scattering on the sheet on my upper abdomen and crotch, raining down as the clippers ran its path. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation privately. I took in the mechanical buzz and vibration and breathed in slowly. "You OK there, Boy?" He noticed. I opened my eyes slowly, staring at our reflection. My head was on one side of the reflection in the crack of the mirror, his on the upper half. He was almost smiling. "You OK?" He repeated, the voice had a hint of concern. "You looked like you went somewhere down the avenue or somethin'." "Uh yeah," I replied, a little embarrassed. "I just like clipper cuts. It feels good," I admitted. "OK, Boy," he laughed and winked at my reflection. He continued with the clippers, buzzing around the rest of the top of my scalp, then the back and sides. He walked around me, shifting from my right side then to the left, getting in the correct position, gently pushing my head down or to the side to get a better angle. Short, trimmed hair continued to rain around me. I watched him intently in the mirror. His arms flexed as he moved the clippers around my head. The cuffed edge of his short-sleeves were tight around his biceps. I observed his hand, large with thick, long fingers, holding tight on the clippers gliding it around my head. He sure was getting sexier by the minute. "What kinda hook-up you had goin' tonight?" He didn't look at me as he continued to push the clippers around my right ear, carefully and slowly sculpting at the hair edge, repositioning himself to my right side, his large body getting closer to the chair arm, closer to me. I turned my head slightly to him but he quickly pushed my head face-forward with a gentle but in-control force as he continued sculpting the edge around the back of my ear. "What kinda hook-up is it that you got all those energy drinks?" He sneered a little now but continued to put his attention on my hairline. "And what's with the overnight bag, Boy?" Fuck it. Go for it, I told myself. I was already a little buzzed and so horned up. "Well," I looked at his reflection, waiting for his eyes to meet mine, trying to get more of a read on him. "If you really want to know...we were going to parTy and get all crazy and shit." "Watcha talkin' 'bout?" His eyes suddenly looked in the mirror, curious. "You know: parTy?" I emphasized the last syllable. He moved the clippers away from my head, staring at me more seriously in the mirror. "I like a little Tina. Gets me all wild and super horny." He smiled at me and resumed clipping around the right side of my head. "That bitch Tina?!?" He laughed. "She sure is a good time." He smiled wider and continued to carefully trim around my ear and side. "Haven't fucked with that biTch in ages." "So you parTy too?" He got my attention. I shifted slightly in my chair. "Oh yeah, Boy." He looked at me proudly in the mirror, then placed his attention back to cutting my hair. "Yeah, after my wife passed over ten years ago, I got a little crazy for a minute...if you know what I'm sayin'. Few bitches here and there. Some wild ones too! Those are the ones I partied with. GOOD TIMES!" He smiled at that memory and continued with the clippers. "Whatcha get into? You a bottom, Boy?" He stopped for a second, looking at me, waiting for my reply. I nodded as he held the clippers away from my head. "Yeah. I thought so." He stepped away from me, careful to not get tangled with the cord of the clippers, and walked towards another cabinet and adjusted the blade guard. His body was turned just slightly, most of his back facing me. When he was done, he walked behind me, then towards my left side. He brought the clippers back to my head to go in for a finer trim detail. He cranked the lever on the side of the chair as it jerked up a few inches, raising me. My left elbow was now at the same level as his crotch. His body was much closer now. I could feel his body heat. He carefully continued with the clippers, inching his body closer and closer now that my elbow was rubbing against the jersey material of his sweatpants. WHOA! SHIT! He was fucking hard as a rock! He continued with the cut, shifting his body left to right just slightly, back and forth, rubbing his crotch on my elbow. I pushed my left arm towards him, playing his game, adding pressure to his crotch that was now pressing against me. "Ohhhhh...Boy. That do feel good." He stopped cutting my hair for a moment, pressing harder on my arm, his head cocked back, eyes closed. I stared at our reflection. Then suddenly he opened his eyes. "You got any of that biTch in your bag there, Boy?" His eyes spoke of experience and knowledge. I could read that we had something in common... HUNGER. I nodded in the reflection. "Let's invite that biTch to this party then, Boy." He stepped away from me a half step, holding the clippers down at his side. It was still buzzing. From the mirror I saw an impressive silhouette of a bulge growing in his sweatpants. It was huge and thick, stretching the jersey material obscenely. "Boy, I haven't let loose since I don't know when. Haven't made it with a guy in ages either. But you sure are cute. And I sure am horny. I told you you came to the right spot." He paused and gave me a serious glare in the mirror. "Open your bag." The light flickered behind us again. In the mirror my hair was half-done: one side short and buzzed, the other unfinished. I looked a little crazy with this insane half-done buzz cut. I also looked really horny. A bead of sweat trickled down the left side of my forehead. I slowly stood up from the chair, countless hairs trimmed at the same tiny lengths, like black needle tips, littering around us on the floor. I walked over to my overnight bag, bent down and pulled on the zipper. He turned off the clippers, walked around the chair, and set it on the cabinet counter. I dug through the contents, looking for the small toiletry bag that had my parTy supplies. He sat down on the chair I had been on, the leather cracking under his weight and mass as he spread his legs. I stood up with the toiletry bag, placed it on the counter beside the clippers and unzipped it. He watched me silently. I prepared the glass pipe with a good size shard of crystal and carefully heated it, careful to keep the flame at the right distance, rocking the bowl side to side. He started slowly massaging his crotch then leaned forward, motioning for me to step closer. I continued to slowly melt the Tina as he leaned in even closer, both arms about to surround me. His hands disappeared behind my back and unfastened the sheet over my upper body. The sheet fell silently, my trimmed hair scattering into a random, frenzied pattern on the linoleum floor. "Take a big drag, Boy." He instructed. "And I mean a BIG HIT." I did as I was told. I kept the flame under the bowl another second as that lovely light grey cloud formed in the glass bubble. I shook the torch off and he reached for it as I took a long, deep BIG breath as he had instructed, taking as much smoke as my lungs would allow. "Good Boy," he grabbed the pipe. "Hold it in as long as you can. Now take off that shirt. Let me see your body." I lifted my arms and pulled the tank top off and threw it carelessly on the floor. Little bits of trimmed hair fell on and around us. "Nice tits, Boy. You keep in shape." He lit the pipe a few times for himself like I had done earlier, then set the torch to his side. He motioned for me to keep my breath and to not exhale. The magical smoke appeared in the pipe and he took equally, if not more, of a big hit than I had just done. We both held our breaths. He reached over slowly and with his free hand squeezed my right nipple, surprising me. He squeezed it hard. Finally, I exhaled; I couldn't help myself. A huge cloud came out of me, floating slowly over us, temporarily obscuring him from my vision as if he was lost in a miniature chemical fog. And then his face slowly appeared as the smoke dissipated, floating towards the fluorescent lighting, the small clouds taking on another palette. He grabbed me and leaned in closer, our mouths met, his swallowing mine, surprising me. His large and heavy tongue pushed and parted my lips gently at first, then with force, getting my mouth open and wide as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke. I greedily sucked it in. His eyes stared at me. He was different now. This wasn't the barber anymore. This was a Man. And he was hungry with that all too familiar look in his eyes that indicates the biTch was here. His tongue darted rapidly into my mouth, fishing for mine. There was now an electric energy in him that wasn't there before. His tongue gave it away if his eyes hadn't already hinted of it. The tongue danced violently in my mouth as if it were seeking its last breath. I gave it back earnestly and kissed him deeply, sucking in his tongue, adding pressure so hard that our mouths locked into a vacuum. We were both with the biTch now. I flicked my tongue back at him harder and he relented, his mouth first, then his body relaxing. I exhaled back to him. He sucked it in deep then looked at me intently, the madness gone, now only a soft gaze in his eye. His tongue gently coaxed mine and I pulled away slightly, licking his thick, dark lips. He exhaled and a thick cloud surrounded our heads. I took control now. I pushed him gently back on the chair as he reclined at an angle. He is quite tall; his legs were spread wide on the floor despite the chair being higher than normal. I grabbed the pipe and lighter from him and lit it again, inhaling deep as he watched me intently. He grabbed the pipe and torch from me and did the same. I held my breath as long as I could watching him before I exhaled. He held his breath longer before exhaling, our combined clouds fading in the ceiling. We repeated this a few more times, getting more higher. I grabbed the pipe and torch from him and placed them on the counter. I pushed against the foot pedal on the base of the chair, flipping it downwards and stepped onto its flat edge leaning into him. He sat back comfortably, very buzzed, observing me, his arms spread open and resting on his side. I leaned forward and slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it apart. Nice chest. He was still in great shape. The hint of salt and pepper hair that I saw earlier was now all visible. It was light on the upper chest, then thicker near his pecs, visually defining the lower curves of his pectorals. The hair was short and bristly and then it got less dense as it disappeared into his groin. I ran my left hand over his chest, feeling the texture of his body hair, the firmness of his muscles and a slight sweat that was building, coating his dark skin. I reached forward with my body, my abdomen rubbing against his crotch, hard and throbbing, as I leaned in closer and took his right nipple into my mouth. I bit it hard with my front teeth and held my grip. Then I gently flicked my tongue left to right on the tip of his nipple, brushing it lightly with saliva, teasing him. "MUTHAFUCKER!!!" He groaned, sliding up the chair slightly. I looked up at him while biting hard and soft, my tongue moving rapidly. He stared back at me and his body shifted up the chair even more as I felt his hard cock rub against my abdomen. I pulled away and shifted back down, in between his legs, looking up at his crotch and upper body. His massive cock was throbbing under the jersey material of his sweatpants. I positioned my right hand under his left thigh and squeezed tight, pulling the cotton against his leg. His bulge looked massive now, outlined by the tightened jersey material. It pulsed with excitement. I kept rearranging my grip and pull on the material, admiring the view. I lifted my left hand and slowly started feeling his shaft. "You one of those NASTY bitches!" He proclaimed. He was breathing heavy and rapid now, clearly turned on, clearly starting to buzz. I squeezed harder on the bulge. Fuck! It was huge! Thick as a beer can - my favorite! It looked long too - maybe 9"-10". I kept stroking it through the cotton, re-arranging its position on his thigh, checking it out, getting myself turned on with what was in front of me. He pushed my hand away suddenly and I leaned back. He took control and started rubbing himself, gripping the thick base with his left hand. "You like that, Boy?" He smirked at me. There was something nasty about how he said that. I nodded, gripping and squeezing my own dick inside my shorts. He squeezed his cock some more and we exchanged glances of silent anticipation. He was showing off to me and I was a willing audience. He kept grabbing his thick tool, moving it from one side of his thigh, an inch or two down his leg, then the other way, then back, constantly shifting. It looked obscene like some monster about to be unleashed. "You like what you see, Boy?" I nodded, grabbing his tool. I squeezed it hard, loving the weight and mass of it in my hand. I brought my hand to the base of his cock then traced it along the cotton material, rubbing it slowly up and down the shaft which only made him moan some more. My hand encircled the head and I squeezed gently at first, then with a tighter grip, then back to a soft touch. He squirmed on the leather chair as it crackled from underneath him. Then suddenly I grabbed the shaft again and shook it hard as it flopped through the sweatpants material. His hands appeared from the side as he lifted his ass off the chair slightly. Then he suddenly pulled his sweatpants down, thrusting them as far down his legs as it would go. He was wearing thin boxers with a vertical stripe pattern and the left leg sleeve was getting soaked from his excitement. His tool looked even larger now. I pushed back a little to admire the changed view. I grabbed his tool again and the thin cotton was barely covering his shaft. I positioned his cock slightly so it was running down his thigh, the head just visible now underneath the edge of his boxers. I pulled back on the cotton material exposing the head further. Now it was my turn to to moan. Wow. It was a beautiful cock head : round and bulbous and dark. He was uncut. The head was covered with foreskin which was pulled back slightly. Precum was leaking out of his urethra. I slid my finger alongside the slit and placed it in my mouth, licking it while looking at him. It had a slight salty taste. "Oh yeah man," I moaned, finally answering him. "I love it." "Pull off my sweats and boxers," he commanded firmly. I leaned back slightly and yanked them off quickly rolling them through his legs and feet. I kept his sneakers on and tossed the clothing to one side of the floor. His legs looked massive, long and muscular with impressive thighs. There was strength to his legs that I liked. I squeezed his thighs hard several times and then let go. His balls were large and round and pushed the base of his thick tool which was now very hard and swerved to the side by his left hip. I leaned in closer and took in his scent from in between his legs. He smelled of sweat, his own musk and some old-fashioned scent that reminded me I was in a barber shop. I leaned in closer and spit on his balls. His cock shifted. I leaned in more and ran my tongue from the bottom to the top. I repeated this from the left side, then the right, then back to the center, each time depositing more saliva that his testicles were now glistening, the highlights in a faint green cast from the fluorescent lighting. My mouth opened wider and I engulfed as much of his balls that I could fit into my mouth. And then I applied pressure with my lips creating a seal as I applied suction to the testicles inside my mouth. I ran my tongue rapidly over his balls, side to side, up and down, with pressure, without, all at random, driving him crazy. I loved how his balls tasted, a little salty from his sweat, a little pungent in general, and a lot masculine. His cock kept shifting. I released his balls and leaned back for a moment while my left hand cupped his testicles, spreading my saliva gently around his balls. His cock shifted again as if silently wanting attention. I leaned forward once more, grabbed the shaft of his tool and brought my lips to his cock head. I curled the tip of my tongue and flicked it around the rim of his foreskin, just getting a little bit of the tip under the rubbery skin as I pushed it back with my tongue. He squirmed a bit on the chair. I continued around the head, taking my time. It tasted musky and slightly strong, carrying that day with it. I was too high to really care. And then I pulled back with my mouth and rolled the flat top section of my tongue along his cock head, tracing it along the line of his urethra, coating it with my saliva. His ass shifted. And then suddenly I took his whole head in my mouth, the thick massive bulb, coating it with more saliva, sucking on it now with pressure, my tongue dancing inside the hood to the rapid rhythm of my heart beating. "MUTHAFUKKKKKAAA!!!" He yelled, his hands now grabbing tight on the chrome edges of the chair arms. Beads of sweat fell from my face mixing with my saliva on his tool, adding more of my own lubrication. I took a deep breath and my mouth opened wider. I applied more suction as I inched forward-slowly, very slowly-on his very hard shaft. I looked at him monitoring his reaction. His eyes were closed, head cocked back, groaning to himself. "Mutha...fukkaa...Mutha...fukkkaaa..." He was sweating even more than me. I inhaled through my nose again and leaned in another inch, my tongue washing the underside of his shaft. I kept watching him as I took my time, savoring the weight and mass of his tool inside my mouth, enjoying that I was providing him this pleasure. I love how a big cock feels when it fills my mouth, my throat. He was getting harder from excitement as he continued to squirm on the chair. I breathed in again through my nose and now dove in, eyes closed, visualizing my actions inside my mind, taking several inches, then pulling back a bit, then diving back in, then out. In. Out. In. Out. I allowed his stiff tool to fuck my hungry mouth and then very suddenly I dove right in, sucking that thick head into my throat. "MUTHAFUKKKIN' BITCH!" He yelled, almost startling me. More sweat was now pouring down my face. I opened my mouth even more, inhaled again, a big, deep breath through what I could take through my mouth and more oxygen through my nose. I relaxed my muscles more as I let his tool sink further inside my throat, meanwhile applying slight random pressure, massaging his shaft. I kept this going slowly, taking my time, breathing in more air through my nose, wanting it, taking it. He just continued to squirm. Finally I had most of his thick cock inside me, the bristles of his public hair now tickling my nose. I looked up at him. His eyes were still closed, head to one side, mumbling to himself. I stayed like that for awhile, just enjoying the volume and weight on his tool in my mouth and throat. I would pull back occasionally, but just a micro inch, and then sink in, fucking the shaft with my mouth. And then I would rest again at the base, contracting my throat muscles, massaging him, resting in that position, savoring the mass inside me. I started to pull back and sink in again, but building my pace; slowly at first, then more rapidly, up and down, up and down. He was really squirming now and I started to apply more pressure and sucking at the same time. Faster. Faster. FASTER! "MUTHAFUKKKAAA!!!" He yanked me off violently, pulling my head with such speed and force away from his shaft that my mouth made a loud plopping sound as I breathed air again. His tool shined with a coating of my saliva. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock head. I leaned in to catch it with my tongue. But he pushed me away. "FUCK BOY!" He pulled back on the chair now, straightening his upper body slightly, his hands falling back on the arm rests. "You sure know how to suck dick! FUCK! I just don't want to cum so fast! That biTch got me goin' and horny! And if your suckin' dick that good I can only tell what the rest of the evening will bring!" He laughed at that. I licked my lips and then wiped the excess saliva around my mouth and chin with my right hand. I stared at him greedily. "You look kinda crazy with that half-done haircut!" He laughed again, now lifting himself from the chair. "Get up, Boy. Take off those shorts and you get that ass back on this chair." He got up around me, his big, slick dick bouncing around. I stood up beside the chair and stepped out of my shorts, kicking off my sneakers. I had a black and red jock on. He whistled at me when he saw that. "WOO! That sure look good on you! Turn around." I did as I was told, giving him a show of my ass, framed by the black jock straps. "Nice!" He felt my ass. "We gonna have some fun with that later. Now get on that chair!" I got on and he placed the polyester sheet on my upper body again and clipped it behind my neck. He grabbed his clippers from the counter. He still had his shirt on, unbuttoned and hanging loose, and nothing else but his sneakers. It looked almost comical with his swinging hard-on but it actually was kinda hot. I was slouching down on the chair a bit. My legs were spread wide. I couldn't help it. I was horny, that buzz just starting to set... "Ok straighten up, let's finish this cut." He walked behind me as I slid up the chair. As I did, the sheet exposed my crotch. I was getting turned on from the whole scenario. The clippers came to my head and he proceeded to finish the cut. The vibration of the clippers was working its magic on me again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the mechanical rhythm on my scalp. I started to get hard despite the T. "You sure like this, huh?" He snickered behind me. I opened my eyes, looking at him in the mirror. He was intensely focused, being very particular with his methods. After a few minutes he was done and placed the clippers aside back at the counter. He shifted to the other side of the counter and selected a shaving blade sitting in a clear glass jar of sanitizing liquid. He retrieved the blade and dried it with a towel nearby. To his left was a small device that he pressed. Heated shaving cream oozed out if it on his palm. He then walked behind me and applied the warm cream on the back of my neck. He massaged the heated cream slowly, gently, spreading it around the bottom trimmed edge of my hairline on the back of my head. The heat of the warm cream added to the heat now forming in the small shop. A tiny bead of sweat ran down the left side of my face. I moaned again. My breathing was getting more rapid. I watched him from the reflection of the other mirror behind us reflecting on the cracked mirror in front of me. I was nervous and yet excited at the same time. My cock twitched in my tight jock. He held his blade impressively steady and very carefully brought the sharp instrument to the back of my head. I stayed still and tried to concentrate on my breathing, to relax and not move an inch. The sharp edge of the blade made contact with my skin and I felt as if someone had shocked me with a hit of electricity. My senses were so heightened. The edge of the blade felt as if it were sinking into my moistened skin, my sweat and the heated shaving cream mixed into some new lubricant for the sharp blade to glide over me. He applied a tiny bit of pressure that was so faint I shouldn't have felt it. But I did as I flinched as the blade shifted slowly along the bottom of the hairline. And then with a very sudden gesture that was a mix of speed and unmeasured pressure, his hand pushed quickly as the blade separated from my skin. I exhaled as the fluorescent light behind us flickered again. Before I could relax, the blade returned, the coldness of the sharp metal shocking me again. I inhaled and caught that I was holding my breath. He applied that subtle pressure and slight movement and shaved another fraction of an inch or so of my hairline to a fine, crisp edge. I exhaled again and he repeated this over and over until he was done. It was only a few minutes but that biTch made it seem more like an eternity. And yet I was loving it. There was something about the super sharp blade that he controlled that turned me on. He wiped what was left of the shaving cream away with a small towel, still standing behind me. I looked at him in the mirror and it was a little obscene: him standing there with a hard-on, the foreskin pulled back revealing his dark tool and holding a blade in one hand. "Slide down that chair a little bit, Boy," he instructed. "Get that ass just hanging off the edge a bit." I did as I was told. He walked over back to the counter. He dropped the used blade back in the sanitizing jar. He turned around looking at me. "You seemed to like that, huh?" I nodded in silence. "Ok-well that was just for starters." He pressed on the small machine on the counter again as more heated cream oozed out of the tiny nozzle. "Now pull up those legs and hold them. Hold them STILL-you hear? I'm gonna shave that hair around your hole." I was already flying at this point. I liked where this was going so I obliged and pulled my legs up, holding it steady on the back of my thighs. My asshole was in clear view. "Muthafukka..." He paused, eyes staring at my hole. I was already buzzed from the bowl we smoked together and the earlier hit I had done just before leaving my apartment. My hole was clearly showing this. I contracted and relaxed my hole, showing off to him. "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Whatcha got there, Boy?" He stepped closer. "Fuck. For a second there I thought I was lookin’ at pussy." A thick finger touched my asslips, sliding around it gently. "That is one beautiful hole you got there." He approached me and bent down for a second, taking a closer view. "Muthatfukka. That sure is pretty." He stood up straight and looked around to his side. He found a small stool and grabbed it with his free hand, positioning it to my left side. He then walked back to the counter and pulled another drawer open retrieving a small hand mirror. "Here-grab this," he instructed. "I want you to see what I'm doing. This is special service. I don't provide this to many customers." He winked at me, laughing a little. I held it with one hand and adjusted it. It was a double-sided mirror: normal reflection on one side, close-up view on the other. He fidgeted around the counter then retrieved a fresh, new blade from the jar. He pressed on the machine again as it shot out more heated shaving cream. He sat on the stool next to me, adjusting himself. His legs were spread open and his thick shaft, now semi-hard hung over the edge. If I had another free hand I would have taken a picture. He looked so hot and strangely odd and menacing at the same time with his open shirt, the blade in one hand, the wad of white cream on the other hand, and his big, uncut dick just hanging there. "Hold that mirror just right now so you can see..." His one hand moved closer and spread the warm shaving cream on my manpussy. He spread it liberally, all around my hole and around my asscheeks. Everything felt ultra-sensitive on my skin around my hole. The warmth of the cream almost felt burning at first, as it was a shocking sensation. But the burn faded quickly to a warm glow. I looked in the hand mirror admiring the view. I twisted my hand slightly and switched to the close-up view. My hole was pulsing from the heat like some strange organism surrounded by white foam. "Beautiful," he was admiring the view. He inched in closer. From the hand mirror I saw the blade-now mega size in the enhanced reflection-approaching my pulsing manpussy. The sharp blade looked menacing and I held my breath as my hole instinctively contracted, the pussy lips folding in on itself. "Fuckin' beautiful," he repeated. The blade came closer to the edge of my hole and made contact with my skin. With his left hand he held my ass, pulling it wide as his right hand carefully glided the sharp blade, scraping with a slight pressure away from my asslips. I watched nervously from the mirror. The fluorescent light behind us flickered again, this time with a slight scraping noise that lasted a second. He held the blade at a slight angle as it glided on my skin. The blade pushed the heated cream aside, exposing a smooth, shaved area near my hole. The moistness of the cream and my sweating made my skin seem to glow with a slight light green tint from the fluorescent lighting. He repositioned the blade just another inch above where he had started and repeated the procedure. And again and again. Each time, I flinched as the sharp blade made contact with my sensitive skin. It was a combination of nervousness and anticipation. I stared at the reflection and admired the view. I contracted my hole, winking at him. "You like that, huh?" He asked. I nodded again, silently. He stood up and grabbed the stool and moved over to my right side of the chair. He set the stool down near me and squatted into position. I admired the view of his impressive cock just hanging out, the hood of his foreskin pulled back a bit more, exposing that impressive bulb. He pulled the right side of my ass as the blade approached. I twisted my hand a little bit to get a better view with the hand mirror. As the mirror turned, I caught a momentary glance at my face in the reflection. I was covered in sweat and didn't even realize it. I adjusted my hold until I had a close-up view of my hole. The blade made contact, the sharp edge startling me again. He pulled carefully, gliding it away from my asslips, shaving the short hairs around my hole. I was exhaling and breathing more rapidly. "Hold STILL-you hear?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. I took control of my breathing, trying not to move. The blade came across further up my hole then glided along the smooth surface of my skin, pushing the shaving cream aside. In a few eternal minutes he was done. "Look at that fuckin' pretty hole," he announced. He grabbed a small towel near him and wiped gently around my manhole, removing any leftover shaving cream that was visible. My asslips were all flared and enlarged, pulsing from excitement and anticipation. I was still holding the small mirror. And then the blade approached again, coming into view in the enlarged oval reflection. He had the blade turned upside down, so the curved, unsharpened edge was pointing towards my hole. It came into contact with my moist asslips, the curved flat edge tracing along the soft folds of the skin, slowly up and down, up and down. I gasped a little, not sure what to expect from him. "I can tell this pussy is special," he said. "Don't see this too often." The blade continued its path along my hole. He pulled it away a few inches, tilted the tip of the unsharpened side and pushed it carefully in the crack of my hole. In the mirror I could see the curved edge of the blade enter my hole a micro-inch. I breathed in nervously. "Don't worry, Boy. I ain't gonna hurt you. Last thing I wanna do is hurt that pussy." He pulled the blade away slowly. "Well at least not with this tool." He pushed back on the stool, wiped around my ass again so it was clean and smooth. He stood up. "Take a look," he insisted. I turned the small hand mirror again for the normal view. Shit. My hole did look pretty. It was still pulsing. He grabbed the small mirror from me and walked back to the counter placing it down along with the blade. He wiped his hands with the towel and threw it aside. His dick was starting to throb. He turned looking at me, that thick tool pointing up and twitching. "Watcha want, Boy?" He stared at me greedily. I was still holding my legs up and apart. I moved my hands to my manpussy, feeling the smooth, hairless skin around it, rubbing myself gently. I looked at him with a new hunger, checking him out, staring at that big uncut dick. My fingers found my hole and ran up and down on my asslips. My hole felt warm and moist, as if it was sweating from the heat of the room and the heat building inside of me. "Fuck it," I begged, pulling my asslips apart wider.

Cody’s Weekend at Home Although Cody was only a junior in high school, he was already 18. His father held him back from starting school so that he would be a year ahead of kids his age. His father was an all-star high school wrestler who was a state finalist all 3 years he wrestled varsity. He knew that if Colt started a year later he’d have a good chance to be a four time state finalist and maybe state champion. Cody stood 5’8” and normally weighed 135 to 140 pounds but was able to cut his weight down to wrestle in the 126 pound weight class against kids who would probably be younger and less experienced. He had a good muscular build from years of weight training and good nutrition. His father’s genetics didn’t hurt. Cody started wrestling the age of 7. He found that he liked the body contact he had with other guys and soon found that he was stimulated by this contact. He would throw wood easily and soon found himself jerking off to wrestling videos. When he got to high school he figured he was gay and kept pretty much to himself occasionally dating a pretty girl. His senior year he noticed that the student trainer assigned to work with the wrestling team was watching guys shower. Cody bust the kid when he was watching him shower and exploited this to his advantage. It didn’t take much to get the kid to suck each other’s cocks. Cody always took his time in the shower and made sure he was the last one there with the student trainer so that they could mutually suck each other off. Cody wanted to do more but the student trainer was reluctant to try. When his parents had to go cross country for a wedding as the state tournament was approaching they decided to let Cody stay home alone. The team had their last match before the tournament on a Thursday night giving the team 2 weeks to prepare for the opening round. Cody’s parents left that Friday morning and Cody figured he’d check a few things out in the city that night. At the end of practice on Friday the coach gave them the weekend off. There were a couple places in town where he might meet someone to play around with and he soon found himself outside one of the local gay bar. He sat on the hood of his car watching guys as they went inside. Paul was walking down the street. Cody noticed Paul when he was a block away from the bar. Paul was over 6’ tall (coming in at 6’2”) with a lean muscular build (around 180 pounds). Cody guessed him to be in his mid 20’s as he kept his eyes on this stud as he came down the street. When Paul got closer he noticed the young stud looking him over and instead of heading inside the bar he walked up to the kid sitting on his car. Paul looked the kid over and asked, “Are you going inside or are you just going to sit there and look pretty?” Cody answered, “I’d love to go inside but I’m only 18. Is there any place we could go and have some fun?” Paul could tell that Cody was looking for some fun and made a suggestion, “I live close by, we could go there and I’m sure we’ll find something fun to do.” As they began to walk towards Paul’s place they introduced themselves to each other. Paul lived a couple blocks from the bar and soon were at Paul’s building. Cody followed Paul up the stairs and soon they were alone in his apartment. Paul said, “Make yourself at home Cody.” As Paul kicked off his shoes and walked over to the fridge. Cody kicked off his own shoes and soon he was sitting on the couch. Paul called out from the kitchen, “Can I get you anything to drink?” Cody answered that he didn’t drink alcohol since he was still in training.” As Paul returned to the living room he turned on the TV and asked, “What are you in training for?” Paul already had porn playing from his computer that he had hooked up to all his TV’s. While Cody watched the porn on the TV he let Paul know that he wrestled and Paul told Cody that he played baseball when he was in high school and college. Cody could tell Paul was a jock from the way he carried himself. That really turned Cody on and he was sure that Paul was turned on as well from the apparent bulge in his jeans. Paul asked cody, “Hope you like porn.” Cody was transfixed on the porn as he nodded in the affirmative. The porn was all bareback as Paul began to hope he could breed this jock. Cody then noticed a funny looking glass pipe sitting on the coffee table as Paul was rejoining the young jock. He said, “This is a strange looking Marijuana pipe.” Paul laughed and let Cody know, “It’s not a Marijuana pipe it’s a Tina pipe.” Cody had a puzzled look on his face as Paul took the pipe and said, “I’ll show you how to use it if you’d like?” Paul then took out a small baggie and put a couple rocks of Tina in it then lights his torch and held it to the bottom of the bowl. Cody watched in amazement as the bowl filled with smoke just before Paul slowly inhaled the smoke into his lungs. Paul held his breath for a second then blew the smoke out. Cody was intrigued and when Paul asked if he’d like to try it he didn’t hesitate with “Fuck yeah. Is it anything like pot?” Paul responded, “It’s better than pot.” Paul held the torch to the bowl and the smoke began to quickly fill it as he told Cody, “Now slowly inhale and hold your breath till I tell you to let it out.” Cody did as he was told and held his breath. Paul purposefully had Cody hold the Tina in longer than he himself had as he had the pipe ready for another go. He had Cody exhale and then inhale a second breath from the pipe. After the 4th time Cody was starting to fly as Paul wanted him too. Quickly the two began to kiss as they continued to share the pipe and before long Paul was ready to give Cody a shotgun. Cody was familiar with shotgunning a joint. Paul explained in detail how he was going to do a deep drag of the pipe then as Cody inhales the smoke from Paul as he exhales while they share a kiss. Cody was game and soon they exchanged a few shotguns as they passionately kissed. It didn’t take long till they both found themselves only wearing boxer briefs. Paul’s cock was rock hard and dripping. That was probably more due to the Viagra he took shortly after they returned to his apartment then the stud he was with. As the 2 jocks kissed Paul paused to ask Cody, “What do you want to do?” Cody answered, “I’m in your hands Paul.” Paul got an evil grin on his face as he led Cody to the bedroom. On the way he asked, “Are you enjoying the Tina Cody?” Cody answered “Fuck yes, it makes my body tingle.” Once they were in the bedroom he kissed Cody and excused himself. He returned with a 250 cc syringe filed with (what Cody could see) was a clear fluid. Paul let Cody know, “If you enjoyed smoking Tina I think you’ll love slamming her.” Cody had a puzzled look on his face, “Slamming?” Paul explained, “Yes, injecting it directly into your vein. It’s awesome and if you think your body tingles now, just wait.” Cody was a little apprehensive as Paul said, “I’ll do myself first then you, ok?” Cody seemed a little more interested. Paul described in detail what he was doing as he wrapped a piece of rubber around his left bicep, took an alcohol prep and wiped a prominent vein, stuck the needle in and pulled back the plunger to register a flash of blood. Paul added that he’s very good at this since he’s a nurse. Paul then slowly pushed the plunger down about 1/3 the way before he pulled it from his arm and replaced the cap. He then held a cotton ball over where he had just injected himself, put his arm over head and with his teeth pulled the rubber from his arm. Paul let out a couple coughs as Cody could see his cock begin to leak big time. Paul leaned over to Cody and kissed him as he was feeling his rush. When the kiss broke Paul told Cody “It’s now your turn” trying not to give Cody a choice or opportunity to back out. Cody seemed a little nervous but was transfixed as Paul applied the tourniquet, found a good vein he never noticed that Paul was using the needle he just used on himself. Paul hit the vein with expertise he had as a nurse, registered the flash of blood and emptied the rest of the syringe into Cody’s arm. As the needle was withdrawn Paul was sure to let Cody know “You will feel a warmth rush into your chest, you might feel a slight difficulty breathing for a brief second as you cough out hard. Your heart will begin to beat really fast as a ringing might be heard in your ears.” Paul put a cotton ball over the injection site as he put Cody’s arm over his head then pulled the tourniquet off. Cody felt the warmth as was described as he suddenly coughed out hard. He heard the ringing in his ears as his heart began to beat really fast. As the rush washed over his body Paul helped him lay back as he climbed on top of the rushing twink and kissed him deeply. When the kiss broke Paul was sure to ask, “How are you feeling Cody?” Cody responded “OH FUCK, WOW!!! This is FUCKING awesome!” Paul returned to kissing Cody and quickly both jocks lost the last little bit of clothing each were wearing as their boxer briefs ended up on the floor. Paul was rock hard and his cock was still dripping as Cody’s cock was very sensitive but he was very limp. Cody asked, “Why are you so rock hard and I’m so soft?” Paul let Cody know, “That’s how Tina is, some get rock hard and some get very soft.” Quickly Paul maneuvered so that they were in ‘69’ position and quickly Cody was devouring Paul’s cock as Paul licked and sucked Cody’s limp tool. Quickly Paul moved his mouth and began to eat Cody’s hole. Cody had never been rimmed before and quickly asked “What are you doing?” Paul responded, “Haven’t you ever been rimmed before?” Cody quickly admitted, “The only thing I’ve ever done was suck and get sucked.” Paul moved so that he could pay complete attention on eating Cody’s virgin hole as he readied it for his hard cock. He worked to get it nice and sloppy wet as Cody writhed and moaned. He knew that he would be inside this jock bare and breeding him in minutes. As Cody’s began to open up and get nicely lubed he knew it was time. He began to kiss and lick his way up Cody’s body making sure to pay attention to the twink’s very sensitive nipples. As he moved up he was sure to aim his hard cock towards Cody’s hole. Paul knew how to position his cock so that it would slide right inside. Paul was staring deeply into Cody’s eyes as the tip hit home and Paul took Cody’s virginity. Cody moaned out as Paul bottomed his 8” balls deep inside his hole. He stroked Paul’s face as the two kissed and Paul began to slowly fuck away. Cody wrapped his legs around Paul’s slim waist as he felt Paul piston in and out of his hole. Since Paul was still rushing he knew he would cum quickly then be ready to really pound away at Cody. Paul felt his balls begin to boil and knew the strong orgasm would be upon him soon. He took a couple long strokes and grunted as his cock spewed out a huge load of his poison seed. Paul knew between the shared point and the load inside Cody would most likely get the fuck flu within a few weeks. The two kissed as Cody commented, “I know you just came, I felt your cock twitch inside me and I think I felt your load.” Paul kissed Cody again and let him know, “Yes I just filled you with a big load of my cum.” Cody never began to worry, he knew the implications of what had just happened and what it could mean and as he looked into Paul’s eyes he knew the answer to the question he had on his mind as Paul pulled his still hard cock out of his ass. Paul maneuvered Cody into doggy as he mounted the twink from behind. He slid his hard cock inside and began to slowly build up speed to where he was pounding away at Cody’s hole. Cody felt every thrust as his prostate was hit. Paul knew that Cody would learn to be a bottom cum dumb and Paul hoped that Cody would want more Tina. Cody was fucked in every position possible as the two shared another slam. It was mid day on Sunday when Cody finally left for home. He was very satisfied at what he had done that weekend and asked Paul “Can we get together again after the state tournament is over in a few weeks?” Paul answered “Fuck yeah! Would you like to meet some of my friends?” Cody answered “Fuck Yeah!”

I wasn’t your typical jock. Sure, I was good looking: I'm 6’ 1" and 165 pounds, with dirty blonde hair and awesome hazel eyes that vary from azure blue to a naughty green and occasionally brown. I also have the perfect smile and all-American good looks. In high school I played corner back for the team, as well as third base for the baseball team; I also swam a great deal, and also participated in my town's swim team, sometimes even helping out coaching the younger members. I was the all-around nice guy who had all the chicks hanging around him, but at my 14th birthday party I announced I didn’t want anything to do with girls, that I was a man’s man, that sports would be my life’s goal. I decided I didn’t need any girls messing with my head. Of course in looking back, I was most certainly also announcing I was gay but there you have it. I spent almost as much time in the locker rooms and sporting facilities as I did at home or in the classroom, but graduation was looming, I had to plan for college. Mom and Dad had divorced when I was 10, but both held down really good jobs, so money was never the issue, and for that matter, I was going to an Ivy League school on an athletic scholarship. Dave was my best friend and as far as I knew straight. We were teammates in several sports, we hung out together and did a lot of things together. I guess one might say I had a crush on him. He came from an all-male family, having lost his mother about the same time as my parents divorced, so I suppose we bonded so tightly that Dave's brothers and Dad accepted me into their family. Our fathers even knew and socialized with each other, so I guess you could say our friendship was fate. Things really started to change about two weeks before graduation at my best buddy's 18th birthday bash. Shortly into the festivities he stuffed a envelope into my pants pocket, (grazing my semi-hard cock), telling me to open the envelope after the party. Dave always made me hard when I was around him, although my ability to control myself and keep my eye on the goal kept me from making a fool of myself. The festivities continued and I forgot about the envelope he had slipped me. The next morning, however, I found the envelope, and upon opening it found an an invitation from Dave’s Dad to spend the summer on a houseboat, as well as the offer of a job working at a campground. I would be spending the summer with Dave, his middle older brothers Chris and Ben and his oldest brother Ted, with occasional visits from his dad and friends. The summer would start just after my birthday party, the week after graduation. The next couple of weeks became a blur, our graduation party faded into my birthday party, where Dave and his brothers really started to get to know me better. Then it was off to the campground to start our summer adventure. I picked Dave up the next afternoon, his brothers having already headed up to the lake to prepare things. Dave was wearing a tank top and basketball shorts; I was similarly attired, although I was wearing a tee shirt. Anyhow, Dave threw his duffle bag into the trunk and hopped into the passenger’s seat. Having him so close to me got my hormones going but I knew I could control it so when we were about a half hour out on the road and he stripped off his tank top. I thought how hot he was, my cock began getting hard, and as I hadn’t any sports to help control my horniness, I lifted my tee and rubbed my nipples. “Just take it off dude. It's hot in here anyway.” I stripped off my tee and opened the sun roof. We were two studs riding down the road shirtless starting on our summer tans. Dave reached over and tweaked my nipples a couple times in horseplay, which only made me hornier. A couple hours later we pulled into the campground and parked the car down by the docks. We got out of the car, grabbed our duffle bags from the trunk, and walked down to the dock where a large houseboat was moored. Dave and I threw our duffle bags onto the rear deck then climbed aboard. Once aboard Dave turned to me and embraced me, planting a hot kiss upon my lips, our bare chest and bulging crotches grinding into each other. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Tom, I want you to be mine.” We kissed and caressed each other for a while, then Dave lead me inside and pulled down my shorts revealing my jock-clad cock. I reached down and groped my best friend's crotch, Dave dropped to his knees and sucked on my cock through the material before extracting my tool and drawing it into his throat. I had never had anyone besides myself touch my cock before let alone suck it into his throat. It felt fantastic and I was on the verge in no time. "Dude, you’re going to make me cum, way too soon.” He backed off my cock and stood up and kissed me again the taste of my cock still on his lips, we kissed and then I went down on my best bud, sucking his cock into my mouth and attempting my first blow job. I sucked his cock and tried to deep throat it making me gag several times before he pulled me up and then backed onto my throbbing penis. His hole was moist and my thick 8.5 inches slowly slid into his hole. I instinctively began a slow thrusting into him and like his oral ministration soon was at the verge. I started to pull out only to have Dave push back onto my cock saying “Dude, fill me with your cum." As I shot my teenage spunk into his gut coating his walls with my jizz. It felt like a dream. I just filled my best bud, the guy I fantasized and jerked off to, with my sweet cream. I pulled out and Dave reached down and picked something up off the floor. It was a plug which he the shoved back into his gaping hole. We left our clothing in the front room and proceeded to the first bedroom and cuddled on the bed, where we made out and talked and eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms. I woke to find him rubbing his cock on my hole. I really wanted him in me but he stopped me and said he had a special present for me later. I asked him about the plug and he replied "In good time all would be revealed."

I'm a 26 year old, totally cocky straight white jock dude, definitely the alpha dude in my group of buds, but I have have a major dirty kinky secret: I get off being fucked in the ass by guys. It started out just watchin' porn on the 'net and jerking off while fantasizing about being the guy on the bottom, the tops just using me like a hole for cock. I tried to repress the thoughts (and feelings), but shit, the more I tried not to think about it, the more it fuckin' turned me on knowing I had this secret nasty side that my girl and buds had no clue about. First time I was with a buddy kiteboarding in Mexico. A bunch of us dudes were hanging out afterwards and a Mexican dude had Tina and passed it around. I got fucked up big time on that shit and totally lost control. Late that night after my buddy left with some girl I ended up in this dirty bathroom on the beach with my boardshorts pulled down bent over with the Mexican guy that had the Tina fucking me in the ass until he dumped his cum in me and walked out. I was totally freaked out but also horned up big time by how fuckin' dirty it was. Next day I was freaked out thinking my bud would know something was up but it turned me on big time thinking about knowing he had no clue I let some dude fuck my ass. Later that night I was at the bar with my buddy and I saw the Mexican guy again I was both turned on and nervous since my buddy was there. The Mexican guy was cool, though not given up what happened last night. After my buddy left with some other chick I asked the Mexican dude if he had more T. He laughed knowin what I really was askin' for was to get fucked up and get his cock up my ass. So, yeah, I got fucked up on T that night and spent all night like a dirty fuckin' whore being used by the Mexican guy. It was nasty. I sucked his cock let him fuck my face, slap me around, fuck my ass, spit on me and treat me like a total whore and ended up with a few loads of his cum in my ass. Next day me and my buddy drove home - I could barely sit in car with my ass in pain from the cock I took the night before, but man I was boned all the way home. That was about six months ago. Since then I've become a total cum dump for Mexican guys. This shit is totally a deep dark secret but I get off sneaking around without my girl or buddies knowing that I will let any Mexican guy fuck and cum in my ass if he wants to.

Any good gloryholes in the san fernando valley? I've been looking but I can't find any. Thanks.

I am also a bottom for Men....to be used over and over and over and over...............................

Well, thank you Bear. I agree that the whole guy is almost always preferable. My pic on here has gotten me far more ass than if it were just a close up of my cock...

I have been chasing somewhat and posted on CL for a poz top. Have had about a dozen or more guys answer that had NO IDEA what POZ meant. There are still idiots out there and not just a few even. Having said that, my status is posted on whatever site I am signed up on, but it has never, surprisingly, come up in meetings at all. I am still neg as of my last checkup so not a big deal to me but you would think everyone would want to know, no matter who it is.

Heh, I was thinking the exact same thing. Of all the different fetishes and sexual acts that people get turned on by, there are a handful that are best left as fantasy, since actually participating in them would result in consequences you can't turn back from. Having sex with a tiger (or any large, predatory animal!) would certainly be one of those!

11.5" uncut......we were both shocked when my nose hit his bush and his balls were smacking my chin......swallowed every drop of his cum

Pits/pubes/hole....the sweatier/stinkier the BETTER!!!!!

Macky: You are within 300 odd miles of one of the last surviving piss parties in the US--the Chgowaterbuddies in Chicago. We meet every second Saturday of the month. 50 to 80 men for four hours of pissing and bareback sex. Open to all---though reservations are required. I have written it up often in my blog for an idea of how the play goes....

I can do both. If I am in a public sex venue--it's likely to be more about fucking. A lot of fucking. But I have been known to stop my whoring and settle down with the "right" man in that type of venue and play with him the rest of the night because somehow we connected. If a guy is in my playroom, it's more likely about exploring the connection. I can't imagine the two/three hour sessions I do without it. I love repeats with men for building on that growth. There are men who need to be treated as objects. Fine. I can do that, too. And some, I would guess, who do it as a defense from having been hurt in the past...

Maybe it is just the framing of the question, or how I was brought up in general, but I voted None. Not because I necessarily believe that any child should be having sex at any age with an exploitive adult, and certainly don't want kids being hurt or traumatized, but consent is kind of the key issue. It's not about maturity, or responsibility, or ability to "think of the consequences," as much as it is the ability to choose to have or not have sex. To not be forced beyond one's comfort zone. And that is probably one of the most important things that happens to kids that bothers me, especially in their teenage years. That not only is sex not a choice, but their ability to choose is non-existent, and much of it is because they don't know what sex is to start with. Yet, when an 11-17 year old commits murder, everyone is rushing to get him tried as an adult. We seem to have this cognitive dissonance between angelic innocence rape until 18 for sex, and demonic adult guilt for muder. In essence, on one side we refuse to see children as capable and responsible on one hand, and as fully capable and responsible on the other. While most of the years between birth and 18 are spent learning what responsibility is, and what they are capable of, we tend to underestimate people under 18, and call it abuse or a bad childhood, when they don't grow up in an innocent bubble of naivety to age 18. And it is not just sex and murder that people shelter children about, it is litterally everything in many cases. People are horrified, for instance, to learn that my mother once looked at me and said, "yes, we can buy you that toy, would you prefer for us to not have food or electricity?" I was about 6. It wasn't a horror experience, I was not destroyed by it, I learned the connection between money, stuff, and that there was more to buying stuff than just handing over money, you had to have more money than "other stuff" (like the bills), paying for things you need, in order to buy stuff you wanted. And that those decisions can affect others, I wouldnt just have to stumble in the dark or go without food, WE would have to. Yet, how many adults buy stuff they want without even considering how to pay for their needs? You want horrified, that was at 12 when I learned my father was one of those adults. We shelter kids, keep them from understanding the world, baby speak fairytale answers, and flat out lie to them, call it innocence, and wonder why so many 18 year olds (and older) act so stupid and immature. It's not stupidity or immaturity, they have been sheltered ever since they asked "where babies come from" and completely ignorant of much of the world around them. My mom went the route of, if you are old enough to ask, then you deserve an honest answer. Consequently, I knew very much what sex, rape, and abuse were by age 9, and a hell of a lot more about it than we were taught in school. In school, a few years later, I learned all the body parts and a bit more about STDs, the clinical info, but at home I already had a basic understanding of the mechanics. In no way was i shocked to learn that the parts you pee out of make babies. As far as consent, I didn't think I was "ready", but did enjoy experimenting with people my own age befor I was 9, and after age 9. An adult had no interest to me. But I wouldn't have been "traumatized" by sex with one, so much as I wouldn't have consented, and therefore fought like hell to get away from being raped. Having sex wouldn't have been a problem in my mind, if it were my choice, and if it respected my limits. And I would have been damn angry to be treated as if I were unable to consent, just because of age. So, from my perspective, it seems like age of consent laws are tied more to when people hope that the ignorance bubble bursts, or when they can stomach the bubble bursting. The real trauma of underage sex is that so many people not only remain ignorant to the consent point, or that as a society we thing that people should be ignorant for so long, but that we leave them vulnerable for so long that keeping them away from people is their only protection, and then that person is put in a situation they know nothing about. To begin to understand the intentions of an adult, or that rape isn't your fault, you have to have a basic understanding of what sex actually is, and that some adult would gladly exploit ignorance to have it. Remove ignorance and allow for consent, and you have a much better prepared person for both the pleasure and pain of the world around them. Leave a person sheltered and vulnerable, and you set them up for rape and trauma from being raped. Not to mention feeling that they did something wrong for that to have happened.

That's a perfectly reasonable theory. What baffles me is tops – especially total tops – who put prominent ass shots in their profile, that's just false advertising,

Well.....Tigers are known to be man-eaters...... Perhaps they don't want any men to be eaten

You'd be surprised at the things I'll do without asking , well probably not... Can't deny I'm a whore! Just a re-introduction since the make-over: I've been poz since 1980, have a well-rounded experience of ARVs, and am willing to give honest answers about HIV and ARVs...

Doubt if that would work with me. Get the tip in me and would shove my ass back on it and take it all.

Always wear a jock strap, and have a blind fold handy in case I want to use a room or get in a sling

One of my favorite tops just raped my hole... Haven't been dicked in over a week and he was working in the area. We have a great set up. He tells me when he is on his way.. I strip, lube my hole and wait for the 2nd text telling me he is here.. Once I receive that text, I unlock my door, start the porn, grab my poppers and wait on my knees for him to come in.. Today, his dick was rock hard as he stuck it in my waiting mouth. I was hungry and I feel his dick get's fatter and fatter with each visit... I could tell, he wanted to fuck.. Less than 3 minutes of sucking, he was telling me to show him my hole. I could not get up fast enough.. I knew it was going to hurt, but didn't care.. Lucky, he was gentle on the initial entry.. By the time I it the poppers, he was in and fucking away like a jack rabbit.. I love poppers when getting fucked. Brings out my slut side. I just gave into his fuck and it felt so good.. He didn't want to come that fast, so he pulled out, drapped be over the sofa arm rest, rammed in and finished off what he started... I felt his first blast of cum shoot deep inside me... He likes to hold still and unload.. Like always, he pulls out, zips up, says "Thanks" and walks out.. Love his fucks...

wow...sounds amazing! **blush**

Ah, hows that for a title. Soooo where do I begin. Well I was in utah for about 2 weeks or so going to school. Nothing but studying, notes, and sleeping. Until my day off on Sunday. I got together with a guy who was local. Cute sexy bear of a man. He picked me up and we went to the mountains and went sight seeing and I saw the ski areas. He grabbed my dick a few times while we were driving and I grabbed his too. When we got back to his place we went to making out, sucking, and just having fun. He seemed very versatile, which I like. When we got to the bedroom we both rolled around on the bed making out and I sucked his cock and his nipples. He got hard quickly and put me on all fours. No lube, no poppers he just shoved his cock in me. Fuck it hurt, but it also felt really damn good. He wasn't pushing it in easy either. But I'm experienced I have guys fuck me dry or just with spit regularly. But just the aggression, domination, and lust of this guy who seemed verse was such a turn on. I backed on his dick and he really fucked me. He fucked me on my side and my back too. Every time he just popped out and just shoved it back in. I was loving every minute of it. We made out a bit too while he was fucking me on my back. Finally, I jacked my dick and came, and so did he. And afterwards I realized he had poppers. He wanted me to fuck him. He's neg but apparently doesn't mind getting fucked raw as long as he doesn't get cum in his hot ass. I fucked him raw and we both took poppers. It was really hard not to but I pulled out right before I came. But damn his ass felt great. We both made out a bit afterwards, chatted, and just bullshitted. It was fun. I like guys like him who seem calm, cool, and collective yet when fucking they turn into an animal. It's hot as hell. We showered and he took me back to my hotel afterwards and we planned to meet again. Although, he was in town yesterday we couldn't because I already made plans with a certain leather top. Now for the other part. By the way I consider that guy someone who "Used" me in a rough and fun way. The other experience was similar to one I had in Atlanta which I haven't written about actually.. The following week on a Friday I got a growlr message from a fucking sexy muscle bear. He told me he wanted to be more dominant and was looking for a submissive boy to use. So we talked and decided to get together. Since last time I got dropped off too close to the hotel I walked a bit away from it to get picked up. I saw him pull up and saw he was a pretty hot looking guy. We chatted a bit in the car until we got to his place. He seemed laid back from talking to him. Not overly friendly but just an average guy. Until we got into the bedroom. Ordering me to strip he grabbed my balls, slapped them, spanking my ass, slapped my face several times, and even punched my stomach a little. My dick was fucking rock hard. He then forced my head on his dick and skull fucked my throat. My dick was dripping pre-cum. He slapped my face a few times too. He then threw me on the bed and put my legs in the air. I was a bit worried at this point but I knew what was coming. No lube just shoved his dick in me. He fucked me extremely aggressively. I didn't even have a chance to relax at first and it actually hurt a bit. But I still took it. All the while he called me a bitch, whore, slut, and other names. He flipped me over on my belly and continued fucking me. His hand came up to my face so I couldn't even moan or groan I just muffled into his hand. I could tell he was loving it but so was I. I was tightening my hole while he fucked me and it didn't take long for him to breed me. While he was milking me I continued working my ass muscles on his cock and he bred me again. After he bred me he forced me on his dick, slapped my face a few more times and squeezed the fuck out of my balls too. From there it was basically rinse and repeat. Slapping, heavy pain on my balls and cock, spanking my ass, raping my ass, breeding me, and sucking him. He grabbed my throat once while fucking me which was fucking hot as hell. But this was the entire night. He didn't kiss, didn't cuddle, didn't do anything like that. I was truly just his bitch cumdump and my dick was rock hard the entire time. I don't believe he let me cum and I had no problem with that. Eventually we did go to sleep but I slept on my side. In the middle of the night or morning I felt a sharp pain as he entered me dry fucking me. I had no choice to take it so I did. Fortunately he shot several loads in me which helped for lube. He humped me a bit until I worked my ass muscles and he bred me again. He repeated a few times too. I got a bit horny in the middle of the night myself and tried to finger his hole but he pushed my hand away. He had me suck and choke on his cock some more and fucked and bred me one last time before he said he had stuff to do. I grabbed a quick shower and he took me back to my hotel. It was hot I'll admit that. I didn't get any sleep really, face hurt a bit from all the slapping and so did other parts of my body. But I felt like I was fucking shinning. I grabbed some coffee from a coffee shop that morning and it made for a great day. The experience I had in Atlanta was similar to this except bondage, watersports, and a bit more physical pain. I was actually quite scared in that situation. This one, not so much just a little at first. But I was really happy to learn that there are dominant and aggressive fuckers in Utah. Definitely warrants a trip back. Also it was nice learning and comparing even more guys that use you rough and guys that rape you. There is a difference and they are both hot in their own ways and have pros and cons. But as I've confirmed (knew all along though) from last night passion and the desire to please the fuck out of the top you're with is also hot. I might not have as much sex as I used to or get out much. But when I do, it's fucking memorable and worth it.

I'm sure all us cumsluts would love to work where you do, i know i would.

After watching that clip, something tells me that there may be a small percentage of his clients that DON'T get a happy ending. I think the equation is something like this: Naked gay guy + Naked gay guy = 2 guys fucking, roughly 96% of the time. There may be a margin of error of -/+ 4%

I got my Sir piss in my ass while fucking for the first time (for me)last night . It felt amazing. Then he make me hold it in while I suck him.

I think some bottom sluts will be surprised to hear this, because in their fantasy world tops are just interchangeable pieces of meat to fuck and fill them with cum, but: NOT EVERY TOP LIKES A CUMDUMP I, personally, am not a fan of sticking my dick into some stranger's cum. Even though I'm a big fan of gang-bangs and don't mind cum-filled holes per se. Tag-teaming and filling a hole with Grade A stud juice together with some top buddies of mine? Attending a bareback sex party where there's a nice crowd? Sure, sign me up! But being number fourteen in a succession of anonymous squirt toys? That's too random and arbitrary for me, it's just not the sex I'm looking for. (The exception: if I know the other tops who came before or know the bottom so well that I exactly know his type). It think, as always, it boils down to fairness: If you give the wrong impression, it will come back to haunt you sooner or later. Just be open about the game from the start. If a top knows who he's playing with, he won't (have any right to) freak out and complain. But he also won't make the mistake of saving a week's worth of cum to make the evening special, he'll rather use the cum bucket at his own convenience.

What leads to bareback sex are balls needing to unload and holes aching to be filled with cock and sperm.

Hey men- went back to the tubs a week ago last Friday- it was crappy weather out and on Friday they have begun half priced lockers in the evening- so I got a locker and roamed. A guy at the back bar joined me for a beer, then invited me back to his room ( helped that I had customized my jockstrap band with fabric ink that said "RAW FUCK PIG" over and over LOL. Got in and dropped to my knees and sucked him hard, then he fingered my hole-it was prelubed and he took it and pumped a load into me. As is the norm, as he pulled out I went down to suck his cock clean of any lube or cum, about a minute into nursing his cock he put a hand on either side of my head and held me still- I knew what was to come, and soon enough he relieved himself into my mouth. We continued playing the rest of the evening, and I was fed his load and piss many times. Exchanged screennames, and next morning I looked him up, only to discover he was from out of town ( but not out of state at least) Dropped a thank you to him , and he sent back a note saying the place wasn't any fun after I left (awww) Stayed in touch during the week- and on Thursday he let me know he was racing home to finish up some work, and would be doing the 180 mile down for another Friday night- hoping I would be available. I was,of course, and met him at the tubs- ended up in service to him for over 5 hours, and this week he loaded my ass up very full of his beer piss - then had me hold it until he said I could hit the toilets--which was a challenge; they are at the back of the club, his room at the very front ! Made it without spilling any- but then once in the stall- only a little leaked/dribbled out. The rest of the night he fisted me, and the trapped piss would mix with the J Lube and make my hole really slick- and very loud as he punched in and out of it. I love kinky tops ! <g>

I took a trip back to my home town of Chicago where I had made several connections on line with potential tops. I was going to go on a sex bender but I didn't know what it would look like, one guy, multiple guys, gang bang or what. I learned to not be wedded to one course of action because on line guys are flakes and you have to be flexible. I did know one thing, I was not going to go raw, I felt I had dodged a bullet by throwing caution to the wind and following my desires recently. I had tested neg and both the tops had as well so I was safe, but it had scared me into no sex at all for a while. I had been successfully chatting with two different tops on a4a.com, one was very chatty and got into dirty chat that got me tingling and off a couple of nights, the other was on the quite side saying that he was a man of action and few words. However the few words he said and the picture of his 9" cock were all I needed. I had to slow my expectations because one never knows with on line connections if they will happen or not. I flew in Friday afternoon. The flight was normal, only felt longer because of the anticipation for what I was going to do once I got settled in. I had three days and two nights free before I had to be anywhere or talk to anyone and I was going to make the most of my freedom. I got to my hotel suite, unpacked, douched, showered and got the room ready by laying out a big bottle of lube and condoms on a towel next to the bed and fired up the lap top. I sent emails to the two guys I had been chatting with, they knew when I was going to be in town and where I was staying. I wanted nothing to get in my way. Both said they would be available late afternoon to early evening. Just as my lap top was making that sent email swiish there was a knock on my door. I dressed and saw a woman with a room service tray outside my door. I opened it up and she said that this was for me and brought in a tray with champagne, a fruit plate and shopping bag. I handed her a hasty tip as she left. Just then the hotel phone rang. I picked it up and said Hello. "Did you get my special delivery?" Yes I replied. "Good, I told you I was a man of few words but of action if you are serious about what we talked about you will open the package and follow the instructions inside the package." Then he hung up. I opened the bag and inside was a set of matching bra, panties, a white Marilyn Monroe type dress and heels. The note said "You said you were a total bottom and you wanted to be my bitch, to prove it you will put this on and email me a picture of you in this outfit. I know your room number so when I get the email I will show up at your door. -Darryl" He hung up before I could say anything. I was thrown for a total loop! First off I have never been into cross dressing, I am a submissive bottom and get off on being a man getting fucked by a man. I told Darryl this when he asked my limits and here he was pushing them who knows what he will push on later. Second, the fact that he knew the exact moment I got into my room and had this all planned had a little freaked out, but I was impressed with it as well. Thirdly I was totally turned on by the fore thought and the direct way he did this, it was clear he wanted me and I felt myself swell with lust and pride. The clothing was from a cross dressing boutique and they were my size, I always wondered why guys ask for measurements and now I knew! I looked at them and knew that if I did this there would be no turning back, I would be submitting in a way I have never done before. I was both scared and excited at the same time. I don't know how long I stared at the gift but I had to admit that I felt myself giving into Darryl's orders and the tingling inside of me grew to a roar. I decided to give into the desire that was stirring in me and to see where this would lead me. I stripped and slipped on the panties and the bra. I felt humiliated, but I was doing it anyway. I slipped into the dress and put on the shoes and looked at myself in the mirror. It was as silly to me as I thought and I almost took it all off but I didn't . I took a selfie and emailed it to Darryl. There was no stopping this now. The 15 minutes before his knock were torture. I wanted to take off the clothes but I didn't, I sat with myself and reflected on how I had done something I had never done and how humiliating it was. This was the price of my lust and I was beating myself up for compromising myself. Just as I was about to take everything off and call it off a knock came at my door. I peaked through the peephole and there was Darryl, 6'2", dark caramel skin, short buzzed black hair and a very masculine handsome face. He was dressed in all black slacks, t-shirt and sports coat that hinted at an athletic body underneath. I was excited and scared as I opened the door to greet him. He looked at me and said "You obeyed, that is good!" as he walked in and made his way to the champagne, I followed him unsure what to do next. He poured us two glasses and gave me one. We both took a couple of sips and he said "Now that I know you are willing to do. Now come her and kiss me and thank me for the gifts!" I leaned into him and kissed him, soft at first but my lust grew and before I know it his arms were around me and his tongue was probing my mouth. I melted into him and kissed back. I felt his cock get hard in his pants and something in me gave into him and all I wanted was to please him. I straddled him so I could free his hardness through his pants pressing against my hole. With no words he undid his zipper and his hard 9" cock was out. His cock was oozing precum and he pressed himself against my hole soaking the panties I was wearing. I gasped and pushed my aching hole onto him, if I hadn't had the panties on he would have been in me. He fooled around like that for several minutes, I felt myself loosing any thought and was operating just on lust. He pulled the panties aside and slid his cock against my hole. His warmth and hardness sent shivers up my spine. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on the tip of his cock and pressed into me. I threw my head back and gasped and as I was about to cry out he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me into his kiss, his tongue invading me as his raw cock slid into my hole. I relaxed and let gravity take over and with one long smooth push I took the full length of him. The combination of everything that was happening to me was too much. His strong arms holding me onto him, my cock straining against my panties, his mouth on mine and me impaled on his big cock throbbing deep in me was overload! I started quivering, it started in my legs and soon my whole body was quivering. I couldn't control it! I was shaking and the pleasure I felt went from head to toe! He slowly pumped himself into me and I lost it. I shot my load in my panties. I felt the fullness of his cock in me as I constricted from orgasm. He stayed in me until my shivers passed and picked me up. I clung to him as my hole tried to eject him. He laid me on the bed on my back and put his full weight into me and reasserted his ownership of me. He took off his coat, his shirt and quickly exited me so he coul take off his pants. I instinctively tried to get away from him but he grabbed my shoulders and pulled. me back into him. I arched my back so he could remove my cum soaked panties and he put my legs over his shoulder and slid himself back into me. It was painful but he worked himself back to the hilt slowly opening me up. My cock stirred again as he filled me. He was slow but forceful, not letting me get away and making my hole love his cock. I was in heaven. Yes I was in women's clothing and yes there I was barebacking a stranger but the pleasure I felt was worth it. He kept up a slow grind into me, I felt myself loosen up to him more and more. He rewarded me with moans of pleasure. He owned me. I have no other words for what happened. My hole was his, my pleasure radiated from where he was in me, I could do nothing but react and take him. I had done everything he wanted, I had no boundaries, I had given him everything I had and I loved it. I only had one thing left, so I begged him to cum in me. He told me "there was never a question I would", and as I heard him say that my cock sprang back to life. He kept up the slow deep penetration. I was opened to him as much as I could be. I was his. He lay on top of me and o wrapped my arms around him, he snaked his arms around me so I was fully engulfed by him. His humping got faster and I held on to him for dear life. He grunted into my ear and his body smothered me. I felt him arch back but I held on to him, I move my head to his face and kissed him, his tongue entered me as I felt his body shiver and his cock spasm inside me. His warm cum filled me and I clung to him taking it all. Pride and joy filled me as I felt his seed spread inside me. I would not let him go. He kept his cock in me until he lost his erection. He slid out of me and I moaned. I watched him get up and go to the bathroom, I lay there feeling his mighty semen ooze out of me. I was hard and aching for him to return. I wanted more!

Mines now over 875,000...and it's 100% med resistant too. Only took 4 months to go from ~400,000 to over 875,000! Fucking hope my next test gets me up to 2 million! The higher my vl the better! Fucking want my precum itself to be able to convert negs

It felt weird at first to be making out with my dad, watching my best friend making out with my older brother and his older brothers alternating between me and Dave and each other and John their dad alternating between stroking his sons and my dad. I had always suspected there was something between John and Todd, my dad, today just verified mine and Dave’s suspicions. I felt John playing with the plug in my ass, as Stuart and Ben made out with Dave, then the three of them got out of the hot tub and headed forward, John had twisted the plug back and forth in my hole loosening me up and soon the relaxing waters and the attentions to my rear had the plug sliding in and out of me like a dildo, John slid it out one final time as my dad lifted me into his lap, john guided his engorged phallus to my gaping hole as I slid down his pole, he moaned “Oh yeah, got my baby boy riding my cock filled with his brothers jizz, makes wonderful lube” He planted his lips on mine once more as John moved in behind me and slid his cock next to Todd’s, pushing a little brown bottle under my nose I inhaled deeply breathing in the vapors, my head began to swim and an internal hotness swept my body, sensing the poppers were beginning to take effect on me, John pushed forward and his cock entered my ass next to my dad’s throbbing tool, they worked their cocks in unison in my hole, john help the poppers under my nose again and I breathed in deeply once more, the vapors swimming in my brain as they pumped and double penetrated me. Their cocks battling in my brothers cum, I was stretched wide open as they used my boycunt, finally john let out a huge moan and shot deep in my intestine his pulsating cock triggering my dad’s load to blast out as well filling me even fuller with seed. Just 4 hours ago I was a virgin to man on man sex now as John pulls out and I raise off of my father’s cock, to feed him my throbbing dong, as John shoves the butt plug into my gaping hole, I now have five loads of cum percolating in my guts. I looked forward to see my best friend Dave in the sling impaled on my Brothers cock, Ben feeding him his cock to suck like a lollipop. My dad deep throats my slong and then slaps me on the ass and tells me to go play with the boys as John makes out with Ted. I walk towards the bow, where the sling is set up next to the captain’s chair, Stuarts is buried in Dave’s ass to the hilt and is swirling his hips to move his cock inside my best bud, Dave is moaning in pain and lust, I can tell that Stuart had just blown his load deep into Dave, as his face shows of orgasmic agony and something deeper I can’t really pin point. I sit in the chair watching as my best friend, hopefully my boyfriend gets loaded up by my brother, Chris pulls out a folding table and adjusts and slides it so it is just under Dave in the sling with about an inch or so clearance beneath him, Stuart is still mixing up the cum that is buried in Dave’s intestines when Ben steps over to me and has me climb onto the table straddling Dave, I almost immediately start kissing my best friend, as Stuart starts playing with the plug in my ass, as he pulls out of Dave, and Chris slides in to take his place, finally pulling the plug out and begins feeding me the plug to lick clean as he slides his slimy cock into Dave’s mouth to have him clean off the spunk and traces of blood from his cock. I lick the plug clean then return to alternately kissing Dave and sharing in jointly blowing my brothers large phallus. I was kneeling on the table under Dave, when I felt the table shake and realized Ben had climbed onto the table, he pulled me up and fed me his cock as Chris guided Dave’s hard cock into my hole, I suddenly had the cock I had been wanting all afternoon and most of my life buried in my sloppy cum filled hole, as Chris pumped into his youngest brother, although only by 8 months, I could feel his thrust, and I swear a couple of times his cock was entering me using Dave as a sheath, every time he hit Dave’s prostate I could feel a bust of precum in my hole and Dave would grind his cock into my sweet spot and make me leak copious amounts of precum as well. We went on for almost 15 minutes while Chris pummeled Dave who was fucking my hole from beneath me, as I was sucking the juices from Ben’s throbbing too. I was reaching a breaking point as Stuart came around and began sucking on my cock, my balls pulled up as I shot my cum into my brothers mouth and throat. “Ah negative boy cream is so sweet, too bad it won’t last” Stuart quipped as he licked his lips and Ben began cumin in my mouth and onto my face and chest as he pulled it out to spray me with his jizz, I could feel Dave shooting his load to add to the others in my now well used hole. Dave’s orgasm and clenching of his ass muscles triggered Chris as Dave milked the cream out of his brothers throbbing tool. As we untangled ourselves I noticed Todd and John with Ted between them in the hot tub getting out and moving towards the bow, stopping at the fire pit and pulling up a couple chairs and a bench or two, they motioned for us to join them, which we were all too tired to refuse, as we traversed the short distance and flopped down either on a chair or a bench near the fire pit. It was just like at camp where we would all sit around and sing songs and tell stories, when Dave, his brothers and I were younger. This was almost the same “Tom, I know you have some questions, and I know today’s events most likely have you confused, well I’m going to confuse you even more” I looked at my dad and smiled and let him know I was ready “John and I have been friends since my college days, as you all know, we were roommates my freshman year, although john was a senior and three years older than me, the college put us together” John piped in “Todd and me didn’t get along real well at first, since I was seeing a girl a few months his junior, Your mom, Tom, and he kind of had his sights on her, well we both sort of dated her but when she got pregnant well, by then I had already started dating your mom, Dave, Well by then the term was almost over and the holidays were upon us, Bev made excuses not to go home, as she was beginning to show, and her parents, your grandparents, Tom, would not have approved” I looked on with a quizzical look on my face, as did the other boys “So mom wasn’t my biological mother” piqued in Ted “Well, ted by the time Bev delivered you Joan, had agreed to marry John and take her baby to raise as their own, the animosity we felt the first couple of months in the dorm had vanished a lasting bond had developed, I was also bonking Joan, Your mom Ted, Dave” “She’s our mom too” Chris and ben chimed in “Well, Ben your right, Bev had two babies which Joan, god rest her soul raised as ours, they actually were mine, not Todd’s so I felt a responsibility to raise them” “But I remember mom being preggers at least twice” Ted commented “Yes she was, but they were Todd’s” John said “I never actually fathered any children with my wife” We all looked shocked and somewhat uncomfortable “I guess what we’re trying to confess to you guys, we know you guys have always felt a close bond, almost brotherly, it’s because you are all brothers, we swapped wives almost as often as we ourselves swapped spit and cum, we have been lovers for the last 19 years” and we have enjoyed watching you all grow up as friends and half-brothers, and we thought you guys should know the truth” my dad sat down and let it sink in “how radical, I just fucked my half bro” Dave suddenly burst out, holding on to me and planting his lips to mine “very incestuous “ Stuart snickered

I hadn’t seen Stuart, my older brother since Thanksgiving. He had gone a ski trip during the Christmas break and was reportedly down with the flu at Easter. Stuart was about two years older than me and had gone to live with Dad shortly after the divorce. He was also a jock like me and enjoyed several sports. He was now about to start his junior year at university and was an officer in his fraternity along with being pledge master. His college was about two hours from my home, but he never came to visit once he started. While I used my sports participation to curb my sexual desires, with marathon jerk off fantasies, he used his jock status to coordinate his conquest, boosting about this babe or cheerleader that he banged all throughout our long distance brotherhood, he was big stud on campus. Sure, before going off to college he would spend holidays and vacations with Mom and me and occasionally Dad would be there also, but as I said, in the last couple years I had only seen him a handful of times. Stuart stood at a muscular 6’4” and weighed in around 180, reddish blonde hair and deep azure blue eyes. He also sported a huge cock, but so we all did: Dave’s dad, John, to all his bros and my Dad, Todd. We all had big cocks. I hadn’t seen dad since Easter, since he missed my graduation and birthday due to work commitments, although I kept in communication with both my dad and Stuart via chat, Skype and texting, with the occasional voice call to fill in the blanks. Dad was just turned 38 and John was three years his senior at 41, we all wondered how two guys could produce 6 healthy athletic boys in just three years since we all ranged from just turned 18 to almost ready to turn 21, it looked like it was going to be a fun weekend when memorial day rolled around next Friday. The vessel came to a slow stop along the dock and I could hear Dad telling Ben to let it idle as they threw their gear aboard then pushed off of the dock. John yelled up to take it to the cove mooring and ben bumped up the speed a little and steered us away from the dock and out to the mooring about 1500 yard into a secluded cove. I had just turned off the burners on the Grill and gave it a quick wire brushing to remove remnants of the burgers from the grilling surface then bent down to turn the gas off, I felt something wet on my thighs as I bent over, unconsciously I reached back and felt my hole and inner thigh scooping up whatever it was, I held it to my nose and sniffed, it was cum, I licked it off my finger realizing Ted had cum in me while he was fucking me. When I had looked over at the dock John, and dad were in button downs and slacks and Stuart was in denim shorts and a tee shirt, by the time I got down to the lower deck to greet them they had stowed their gear in one of the bed rooms and had change into jocks and muscle shirts or no shirts. I gave Dad a hug and then John, my brother couldn’t wait and came up behind me and pressing his groin into my ass gave me a big bear hug from behind, I could feel he was hard beneath his jock as he pressed it into my leaking ass “Been waiting for this for a long time little bro “he whispered in my ear I began to turn into him but he kept a tight hug on me, all the while freeing his cock from his jock, then sliding it up and down my moist crevice, finally the head found its target and he slipped into my cum filled hole. I stood there in front of everyone, my older brother's cock buried in my hole. “This just a sample of what cums later.” He pistoned in and out of my hole for several minutes while Dad and the others looked on, pulling on their cocks. Dave walked up to me and we began making out as Stuart pumped in and out of my ass, finally grunting and spraying his jizz almost as deep as Ted’s earlier load. Ben stepped up as he pulled out and dropped down to clean off Stuart’s cock, then stood and fed me the spunky mess in a deep kiss. “I’m starved let’s eat,” John suggested. Ted stuffed his engorged penis back in his jock and went over to get the burgers from the oven where they had been staying warm. We all headed to the upper deck and I pulled the salad and condiment tray from the fridge and as we all surrounded the table, we began to chow down, knowing looks passed from my brother and dad, as well as shit eating grins on most of the faces of my companions. We finished up dinner and Dave and I as the youngest set to cleaning up, Dad told us to meet them upstairs in the hot tub when we finished. I washed and Dave dried the dishes, and we were all but finished when Stuart came up behind me again, his stiff cock leading the way. Removing the ass plug which Dave had inserted into my hole just before dinner, Stuart slid into me, fucking my cream filled hole, plowing into my ass, this time much rougher than the gentle, brotherly fuck he had given me upon his arrival. Dave moved in behind him and ate his ass as he fucked me then the etting him sloppy slid his cock into my brother, my best friend pounded my brother’s hole as he pumped his phallus into mine. Soon Dave grunted as he filled Stuart with his load, triggering my brother to fill me with another of his. “Little bro I’ve waited years to make love to you like this. I'm so glad we’ll have all summer to make up for lost time.” We finished cleaning up, dishes and the mess of our sexual acts as Dave shoved the plug back into my hole and a second one into Stuarts now cum filled orifice. I noticed on the third white board the addition of Ben, Ted and Chris, a space then Todd and John, all with a” –“next to them, it appeared we were all minuses today, I wonder if it was a rating system. We headed up to the party deck and slipped into the hot tub with Dad, John, Ted, Chris and Ben. It was a tight fit with Stuart Dave and I slipping under the foamy water but we didn’t mind. The sun was beginning to set to the west as the sky became a reddened backdrop, Todd, my dad shifted across the tub and sat next to me, he didn’t speak a word but began nibbling my neck and ear lobe, I had always thought Todd was a hot daddy figure and included him in some of my fantasies but here he was actually touching me the way I had fantasized about so many times he began whispering into my ear ”son you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hold you like this, to kiss your sultry lips to devour your hot athletic body, to take you as my boy to make love to your nubile manhood” He had been fondling my hard cock under the water and planted a deep wet kiss on my lips, John was making out with Dave on my other side, Ted, Chris, Ben and Stuart were trading off locking lips and fondling each other beneath the foamy waters

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I took David's cock into my mouth again and continued sucking him. Slowly working my way down the length of his shaft and then pulling back. It was an elaborate show. I enjoy being watched and that the man was living with us didn't seem to affect me much. Patrick and David talked while I continued working on David. "Bring us another brownie, man. Have one for yourself," David told Patrick. Patrick returned eating a brownie and handed one to David, and placed mine gingerly on David's bare thigh just inches from my face as he winked at me then moved behind me back to the doorway. I stopped sucking long enough to have a bit of the brownie before returning again to David's cock. God did I love sucking dick and the brownies made it all better. I hadn't thought that possible. "You wanna have a seat, bud?" David asked Patrick. "Yeah man, just admiring the view. It seems, 'though," Patrick said as he moving towards us, "...that you're leaking." With that explanation Patrick stooped behind me and ran his finger up my crack collecting some of David's cum that had leaded out of me. He sat down on the couch next to David and showed me the gob of cum stuck to his finger that just minutes ago had been in my ass. He smiled at David and then brushed the cum onto my brownie,noting "And you haven't finished your brownie." I stopped sucking David and devoured the brownie as they watched and laughed. "I think he needs another," Patrick said as he got up from the couch to go fetch me yet another brownie. I went down on David and looked to see him staring at me while I held him as far down my throat as I could. The smile on his face was pure ecstasy. He was enjoying the brownies and the performance as much as I was. Good. Patrick came back in with another brownie remarking "Just two more after this one." He walked behind me and inspected my ass for more cream. "No more. How can you eat this brownie without any cum topping?" "There is a lot more than that in there, let me tell you. Slide your finger in and pull some out," David told Patrick between fits of laughter. "Okay." With that Patrick slowly pushed his finger into my freshly fucked hole. I half moaned, half screamed from the invasion. I was listening to their conversation the whole time but somehow it didn't seem to be real. The finger was real though, probing in and out of my ass looking for cum to smear on my brownie and honestly I wanted it. I tried pushing some out but evidently it was buried too deep to let anymore loose. Patrick had two fingers in my hole now trying to get some cream. He was finger fucking me fast trying to get some cum that just wouldn't come. "You want some more cream on that brownie don't you?" he asked me. "Yes, please," I moaned, "I want more cum for my brownie." "What's a guy to do? I just can't get anymore out of your ass." Patrick inserted another finger. I started jerking David's dick, trying to get another load out of him to eat on my brownie. He placed his hands on mine, "Slow baby," David remarked, and then turning to Patrick, suggested "If none is coming out you'll have to put more in." "Gladly." Zip. Ten inches of Patrick slid into me. Damn he had meat and knew how to use it. He went straight into ramming it home his hands were on my hips and he was pulling nearly all the way out before slamming all that mean back into me. I had Davids cock in my mouth, Patrick's cock in my ass and a brownie sitting on the small of my back waiting for the fuck to be over so I could eat it. "I'm coming..." Patrick screamed as he slammed into me, burying himself like David did before cumming. As Patrick came in me Davids dick got rock hard and he got up off the couch and went to the computer. Patrick pulled his cock our of my hole covered in his cum. He wiped his fingers up my ass as he did before and deposited the leaking cum onto the brownie and took Patrick's place in front of me and placed the brownie on his abdomen so that the brownie was behind his still hard cock. David got up from the computer and fucked another load into my hole while I sucked Patrick's cock and ate that brownie. He was even more eager to fuck my hole with another man's load in it. He came quickly and then went to bed without saying a word, leaving me on the couch with a mouthful of Patrick. "If I'd have known you were into taking loads I would have been fucking you sooner," Patrick commented as I cleaned off his cock, deep throating it occasionally just because I could. "We usually only do with each other, " I replied as I got up and went to the computer David had left running. It was open to an ad on the internet advertising for a cum slut bottom taking any loads. Text for directions. And listed David's phone number, which was left on the desk beside the computer. David was posting an ad but didn't submit it. "Doesn't look like it." Patrick had come up behind me and slapped my ass taking a seat on the desk chair that was rolled to the side. "I don't know." Was all I could say. "He didn't post the ad." "But you could..." I could couldn't I. I looked down at Patrick sitting naked on the desk chair and glanced back over my shoulder to the bedroom where David was with the door wide open. I could see him lying on the bed passed out. Patrick got up and stood behind me with his hands on my hips. just stood there while he slowly pressed back into me. "We both know you want to. David knows you want to too." I leaned on the desk while Patrick worked his cock in and out of me again, slowly this time. Not quite so eager to cum as quickly. I opened my eyes and read the ad again and clicked post. I pulled off of Patrick's cock and went into the kitchen and unlocked the door. I went back into the living room and grabbed David's phone off the desk and led Patrick back to couch by the cock. I got on the couch leaning over the arm and waited for Patrick to fill me. ---------- I'm done with this story. If anyone else would like to add to it, feel free.

The brownies were delicious and strong. It did not take long till we were making out like two people who had just hooked up at a bar. I couldn't remember the last time we had such a hot make out session. I felt a primal urgency to have him in me was unimaginable. He laid back into the couch and as I sucked his tongue that was invading my mouth I struggled to undo his pants and return to his cock. Finally released I grabbed it and sucked hard on the head while David closed his eyes and moaned loudly. I put myself into position and deep throated the whole thing holding down as long as I could. David wrapped his hands around my head and pushed himself down my throat as hard as he could. Pushing himself at least an inch farther down my throat he leaned forward, stretched out his arm and grabbed for my ass. He hooked is middle finger into me forcibly causing me to gasp. Choking on his cock now, I jerked back, a long string of viscous saliva extended from my mouth to his cock. We were connected. I leaned in to reclaim my spit and his precum, once again taking him into my mouth. After a few more minutes he removed himself from my mouth and got up off of the couch, turning to get behind me. I moved forward leaning on the couch as he startled me from behind and made his entry into my waiting hole. GOD, did that feel good. The brief wait had been good, but I missed that dick. He slowly sank all seven inches into me then positioned himself and leaned on top of me interlocking my arms and holding his hands clasped on the back of my neck. Slowly he moved his dick in and out of me. Each motion sending waves of ecstasy throughout my body. I was my turn to moan. I must remember to thank Patrick for the brownies. I am far from virginal but it felt just as good as the first time ever could have. It felt just as good as the fuck when I knew without a doubt that I was a bottom. David got off my back and started slamming it home, I cried out partly from pain but mostly from pleasure. He breath was quickening and his moans becoming increasingly audible I knew he would cum soon. "I'm gonna cum." he moaned confirming my thoughts. "Yeah baby, cum in me." "Yeah. I'm cumming..." He grabbed my hips and plunged into me cumming as deeply as he could. I don't know how much cum he had pent up but he came for such a long time. Moaning and slow fucking me the whole time, it was quite reassuring for a bottom. His moans subsided and with a last heavy breath he pulled himself from be once again lurched forward over me to sit on the couch. I shifted over to where he reclined and started cleaning his cock and became vaguely aware that there was someone else in the room. "Now that is a welcome home I love to receive." It was Patrick of course, and he was laughing. I was startled by his presence and had stopped sucking David. I looked at Patrick as I still held Davids deflating cock for a minute then turned to David. Our eyes met as I looked to him thinking what do I do?. "Suck." Was all David said. And so I sucked...

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

great story

Part V © I watched as my mate continued to gorge himself on my master's cock. Only in my min's eye could I imagine it as he writhed in the pleasure he was clearly receiving as he took hit after hit of poppers, moaning all the phrases that I wanted him to say to me. Struggling was useless. I sat there mute, slumped over in defeat. Finally he pulled my mate off his cock and clearly pushed himself back into the pouch of the jock. He leaned down and whispered to my mate. "Good cunt. Almost worth having you do it again." My mate sighed and gazed up. "Thank you Master Peter. Thank you." Peter! His named was Peter. I moaned with pleasure as I discovered something new about my mater. Peter looked up and realised what had happened. Before he could react a fist smashed into my mate's face, pushing him to the ground. Peter grabbed him by an ankle and dragged him back into the bedroom. The door slammed shut. Silence. Then I heard dull thuds. I shuddered. The door opened and my master came out alone. He strode up to me and grabbed my chin. "Okay cunt Boi. What next?" I moaned in expectations and fear. My heart was racing and every touch was like an electric shock through my body. My cock was so hard and wet. I was sweating. He stood up and pulled my head back by my hair. I screamed from the pain. He straddled me and pushed his crotch into my chest. I could feel his hard throbbing cock against my stomach. He looked deep into my eyes. "Playtime" he whispered. He leaned over me. It forced his pit into my face. I breathed in deeply. My god he smelled good. Sweaty. Musky. I wanted to lick it. He unfastened the leash from the chair and swung behind me. In one fluid movement he undid my arms and then my feet and pulled me off the chair. The blood rushed to my feet and I almost collapsed. He kept me upright and moved me away from the chair. He held on to the leash and moved round to face me. I dared to look at him. His pupils were dilated from whatever he had taken and there was a light sheen of sweat all over his body making his muscles glisten. I moaned in ecstasy. He pulled me over to the sofa and forced me across he. I felt him straddle me, his cock pushing against my speedo clad arse. I pushed back, grinding my butt against him. He smacked me hard on the back of the head. "No Cunt Boi. You do as you are told." I whimpered and moved my arse away from his cock. I saw a hand reach down along the sofa and recover the toke bag. Then I felt a finger trace down my back. I moaned from the simple intensity of his touch. Once agin I felt his finger trace down to the top of my speedos and thens pull down the top of my trunks. This time he kept pulling until my arse was exposed. Then he stopped. I didn't dare turn around. His breathing was heavy. I could hear and feel it. Suddenly the most incredibly pain hit my arse hole. I struggled to get away but he leaned into me and held me down. My arse buckled as I felt his finger invade my tight arse. And now I realised why the pain was so intense. It was still sore from the rough fucking of the weekend before. I closed my eyes from the pain and saw lights across my eyelids. I screamed into the ball gag as his finger tore into my tight hole. Plunging it and ripping my hole sideways. Just as suddenly he pulled out. I heard him open the toke bag. I moaned and clenched my arse. He laughed and suddenly the searing pain again as he pushed something up my arse. He leaned forward. "One." I moaned as I heard him open the toke back again before brutally ramming his finger back into my butt. "Two." I could feel two objects - pills - up my arse. He dragged me to my feet and pulled me across the floor. In my mind I was praying for him to stop. He hoisted me up and fastened the leash to something and pulled. I felt myself rise up off the ground until I was precariously balanced on my tip toes like some grotesque ballet dancer. He walked back to the bag and reached down to retrieve something. He turned around and was holding a black butt plug. I looked at him as he approached. I couldn't move and he knew it. He spun me round. Hard. Then grabbed me and stopped and spun me the other way. The pulled me to a stop again. He walked around me and before I could relax he rammed the butt plug into my hold. God how I screamed. No lube. No poppers. No time to react. I felt the butt plug pushed deep into my hole, ripping against the sides of my arse. Then he pulled up my speedos. He returned to face me. "A point I think. Your arse is so tight. I'm going to enjoy breaking you in." He smiled and retrieved the poppers from his pocket. He flipped them open and took a deep, deep swag. I eyed them enviously. He lifted them almost to my nose then removed them. "No." He started walking around me. I tried to follow him round as he started talking. "Time to start testing you. I'm not sure you're up to this. I think you'll not last. But first a few rules." I turned and grabbed me around the waist. "Control word. Simple. There isn't one. Why would there be? I'm in control not you. Why give you control at all. You try and stop me and I'll only be harder. Hurt you more. So don't scream or moan or beg me to stop. If you do I either won't or I'll throw you out naked." He spun me round and kept talking. "No. No more rules. There are no rules. I am the rule." Suddenly I winced as a pain shot through my stomach. I automatically crunched up my legs to lessen it. He stopped me spinning. "I see it's working. Good. All whore boys have had an e pushed up their srse but I'll let you into a,it'll secret." He grabbed me and wrapped me in his arms. I sighed as I felt his hard, sweaty body against mine. I suddenly felt safe. I felt his tongue trace along my jaw and to my ear. I shivered at his sensuous touch. He leaned in further. I could feel his hard clock against mine. I didn't dare move. "The second pill. The one you just felt is a pure caffeine tablet. Like the ones you use to stay awake. It dissolves more quickly and reacts with this e. It's an interesting combination." As he said it I started to feel something happening deep in my arse. He was right, I had had an e pushed up my arse. Who hadn't. But he was also right that this was different. I could feel the slow build up of the e as it dissolved but something else was kicking in. Something more intense. I could acutely feel the butt plug in my arse but it felt strange. Alien. It felt like it was growing larger. Impossible. "Now you will be feeling something completely new." I nodded. "Like your arse is shrinking." I nodded again. "That's the caffeine. It's making your muscles tighten. What's interesting isn't that it'll make your arse tight enough to fuck but ..." And he leaned in ... "Imagine how it will feel as I pull that butt plug out." He stepped away and wiped the sweat from his face. He sighed and stretched and pull off his harness. He dropped it to the ground. He stood before me and slowly undid the belt holding up his chaps. "I think you deserve a little something for your patience." He undid the zips of his chaps and pulled them off. He turned around and bent over. I moaned as I watched the muscles in his arse flex and bulge and he undid his boots and kicked them off. He turned around to face me in his jock. He stretched his arms over his head allowing me to drink in the sight of his torso as it rippled. The e was taking effect. I gazed at him longingly. All I could think of was licking his body all over. Worshipping every inch. I needed him. He walked toward me. He unclipped the poppers and took a deepmsniff. He pulled me closed. His mouth touched the end of the ball gag and he breath out down the tube. My mouth and lungs filled with his poppered breath. Before I could react he sucked the air back into his mouth. And then back. I started to get dizzy. His hand reached up and pinched my nose. I panicked and began to struggle as I fought for fresh air. I looked at him. His eyes were closed. He was holding me so tightly. I saw spots before my eyes. He suddenly released and I dragged fresh air into my lungs. He stepped back and looked at me. His eyes were wild. "Oh yeah. Play time. Big time." He reached to grab me.

Thanks maverick! It feels fucking awesome from my end and I can't figure out why more guys aren't into it. I used to have a young fb I did this with all the time. Every time he'd pretend to be upset, but he really loved it too. Especially when I'd keep my cock in him like a stopper, and walk him to the bathroom with his feet on top of mine like a little kid. Then he'd stand in the shower and let it out ... the piss and cum running down his legs. Good times man!

Twins (Part 4) After a shower and little rest they got ready to go out for the night. Eric began smoking some more Tina to keep him going for the nights activities. They passed the pipe around along with a round of Viagra to keep them all hard for the night. Jeff had no idea what where they were going or what was planned, but he was game for anything. They hopped in Jeff's jeep and drove off. Jack noticed that Eric had a gym bag with him, but never gave it much thought as they sped away. It didn't take long before they were in front of a nice looking building when Eric announced they had arrived. Jeff asked what the place was and was told that they were at the local bath house. They went in side and asked for the room that was reserved for them. Eric and Jack had arranged for a sling room for the night and well into the next day. As they got settled in the room, Jeff looked around and noticed the sling. He wondered why they all came here when they could have played back a the apartment. Jack told Jeff this is where we came the night after they told me that I had been pozzed by them to celebrate. I spent the entire night in that sling over there, right were you will be tonight. They all led Jeff over to and then lifted him up into the sling. Jeff then had his wrists and ankles restrained so he was not going any where until he would be released. It was apparent that Jeff was excited at the idea of being in the sling by the hard 8 inch erection he had, then again it could be the Viagra kicking in. They made sure that Jeff's ass was higher then his head so that nothing would leak out. Jack put an open bottle of Gatorade to Jeff's lips and told him to drink. Jeff liked Gatorade, but this tasted different. Jack let Jeff know that it had a good amount of G in it and with the Tina he was about to slam, the poppers later on he would be begging for anything to be put in his ass. Eric prepared the 3 slams. Jeff watched as Eric and Miguel gave themselves their slams. He was fascinated how some one could just inject themselves like that. Then Jack stepped up and showed Jeff how to give a slam. He tied a rubber tube around his arm, found a good vein then stuck the needle in his own arm. Jeff watched as Jack pulled back a little bit of blood back. As he started to push the plunger down, Jeff asked about his slam. Jack looked down at him and said, "I have your slam right here."; Jeff gave himself about 1/3 of the slam before he stopped and pulled back filling it with some of his own blood. Jack let Jeff know that just as had been done with him when Eric and Miguel brought him here a few months ago, the three of them had shared a slam, Jack was sharing his with Jeff. Miguel tied rubber tubing around Jeff's arm as Jack pulled the the Tina and blood mix syringe from his arm and approached his brother. Jeff was in a haze from the G that he barely comprehended all the implications of his brother's actions. Jack let him know that if all the seeding didn't take, this would not fail to poz his brother. Jack found the vein as Jeff watched the bloody clear liquid disappear into his arm. The tube was removed from his arm and he felt the rush and had the strongest cough of all of them. As Jack was administering the slam, Eric gave Jeff a large booty bump Jack commented that "This is going to be good." Jeff felt the warmth through his body and the burn in his ass as his senses were thrown intro over load. He started to wiggle his ass and begged for some one to fuck him. Jack stepped up rammed right in and pounded away. Jack looked down at his brother, enjoying the look of lust on his brother's face as he rammed the entire length of his cock in side his brother.. Jack to a big hit of poppers and paused he pounding long enough to give his brother a long hit in each nostril. Jack went into over drive and grunted out as he gave his brother his first (of many) load(s) of the night. He was quickly replaced by Eric and Jack walked over to kiss his brother deeply. Miguel lit up some Tina in a pipe and passed it around. First Miguel took a long hit of the pipe then passed it to Eric who also took a long hit. He then handed it to Jack. Jeff looked up waiting to get his hit off the pipe when Jack took a long, big breath off the pipe and leaned in to kiss his brother. As Jack and Jeff kissed Jack breather the smoke into Jeff, then sucked it back out of his brother, only to breath it back in to Jeff again. Jeff caught on quickly and they enjoyed the Tina between themselves as they shared a passionate kiss. This lasted so long that they never noticed when Eric shot his load and was replaced by Miguel. As Miguel fucked Jeff, Eric grabbed the bag he brought with them to the baths. Jeff never saw what Eric was getting out of the bag, but he would soon know how mush his ass could be opened up. Between the generous slam, booty bump, the G, and poppers Jeff had been given he was feeling really good. All he knew was he wanted to get fucked. What he didn't know was he was in for the fucking of his life. Miguel began speaking in Spanish which signaled that he was getting close to seeding Jeff's hole. He pounded away at Jeff and then screamed out something in Spanish no one understood except for himself as he let loose his load. Eric placed something on the floor near the area between Jeff's spread legs as Jack stepped up for what Jeff thought would be another fucking. What Jeff felt was a bit of a surprise. Jack reached down to the item on the floor, a tub of Crisco, and began to work 3 then four fingers into Jeff's hole. Eric fed Jeff more poppers by breathing them in through his own mouth then kissing Jeff as they exchanged the poppers the same way Jack and Jeff had exchanged the Tina earlier. This distracted Jeff for a bit as Jack then slipped his thumb into Jeff's hole and began to work his fist into his brother's ass. As Eric Finished feeding Jeff poppers, Jack slipped his fist past his brother's ass ring. Jeff let out a moan of pleasure as he felt his hole stretched open. He looked down between his legs to see his brother with his hand in side his own hole. Jeff had heard about fisting before, but he was amazed that this could be done to another person let alone himself. Jack looked down at his brother and asked how he felt with a fist inside his ass. Jeff replied that it felt incredible. Jeff then saw something else that Eric had brought with them to the baths that night, a very large dildo. Eric told him that it was a horse cock dildo and that measured 13 inches long and 8 inches around. By now jack had worked his fist into Jeff past his wrist. Jack flexed his fingers to stretch Jeff open and prepare him for the horse cock dildo. Eric began to generously lube the dildo with Crisco as Jack slowly pulled his full fist out of his brother. Jack punch fucked his brother's hole a few times before tacking the dildo from Eric as Miguel gave Jeff a hit off the pipe. Jack slid the dildo in side his brother's gaping hole, Eric and Miguel left to cruise the baths for more tops to have seed Jeff. The dildo slid in about half way with ease before meeting some resistance. Jack began to rotate and wiggle the piece of rubber lodged inside his brother. Jeff could only moan as he felt the dildo working its way farther in side him. After some time Eric and Miguel returned to the room and as they walked through the door they gave Jack and nod. Jack knew that the word would soon spread about the fresh meat in their room. Eric noticed that the dildo was not moving as easily now and reached in is bag for something to help with the insertion. Eric prepared a small slam for Jeff and gave it to him. As the slam hit Jeff and he threw his head back only able to say "FUCK!" the dildo slid past the internal ring and completely disappeared in side Jeff. Jack commented "Damn bro, way to go!" as Jack began to fuck his brother with the huge piece of rubber. Soon there was a crowd gathering just outside the door as Jeff was getting a fucking from the dildo. Guys began to line up waiting for their turn to fuck and seed Jeff. Jack noticed this and slowly pulled the dildo from his bother's ass. Jeff felt very empty and his hole gaped open for all to see. Jack announced that the pig in the sling is my twin brother and we are celebrating his becoming a poz pig tonight. He further said that no cock or load will be turned down. The rest of the night Jeff was fucked by every top in the place, some more then once. They lost track of how many loads Jeff took. They made sure that one of the 3 (either Jack, Eric or Miguel) was around so that no harm would come to Jeff. The two not on duty near Jeff to feed him poppers and watch those fucking him would fuck on the bed on the other side of the room. The next morning when the traffic into the room had slowed and then stopped, Jeff was seeded one last time by Miguel, then Eric and finally his brother Jack. The release Jeff from the sling and helped him into the shower where they washed him inside and out. They then dressed and headed home to crash. Jeff sat in the back of the jeep as they drove home reliving the nights events. He was hard as hell for some reason and when they got back to the apartment and alone in Jack's room Jeff wasted no time in jumping his brother. Jeff was now the slutty pig that Jack was as Jack got the fucking of his life from his now poz brother.

Tonight I traveled to the tops' apartments - Got fucked by 5 guys in about 3 hours and got 4 loads... By the last two fucks there was a puddle of cum under where we fucked I had so much in my ass...