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I can suck for a long time. And enjoy it. But I agree with tallslenderguy. To me, it's foreplay. I want the load in my ass. Not my mouth.

Over the past 20 years, I've gone from total top, to total bottom to versatile, so sex and how you do it is a personal issue and circumstance to me -- I love to bottom and have had anal orgasms when being fucked (without my dick being touched), but that is not the norm for me. Usually I cum when I'm fucking, jacking or being sucked (or when my top is jacking/sucking me while he fucks me). If my dick isn't getting stimulated while I'm getting fucked, it goes soft -- and that's okay, too and i still enjoy the ride. That being said, I think there can still be stigman associated with being the "bottom" -- equating it to being effiminate. It can be a lot of work to be a good bottom, so we should celebrate that more and let men who naturally prefer to bottom feel proud of the role they play and pleasure they give. That's how you train a bottom -- let him know how good he feels, how amazing it is to be inside him, promote pride, not shame!

It should last til he cums or til he is ready to fuck. Hopefully he will be ready to fuck, but I do love swallowing a man's load too. I just usually don't get to. When I was in my 20s I tried to perfect the art of sucking dick to keep men from wanting to fuck me, since I was not good at it yet. But once I learned how to take a cock in my ass, thats where I want the load to go if given a choice.

A little self promotion.... http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=ZKBp4-G504- Me getting bred at a Gloryhole.

Last night a couple that I've messed around with a couple times wanted a gangbang bottom. I was more than happy to oblige. I was told to wear knee socks, a jock and a ball cap. Fine with me, I wear those on a daily basis in my 'street' clothes. I showed up and was blindfolded and told to be ready for the 7 guys who were coming over. I was on my back on the sofa (covered in sheets). First daddy ate my hole and got me nice and wet! Then he slide inside me as I'm hitting the poppers and he proceeded to fuck a quick load into my ass, it was HOT and a really big load. I was then told to get on my knees in front of the sofa. I did as told, and then I felt something on my right butt cheek. Come to find out later, it was a hash mark, a black sharpie. Next guy saddles up to me and forces his HUGE cock into my ass, it was thick like a redbull can. Really big head and he was about 7 inches. He fucks me fast and uses the other guys load as his lube. He shoots a gallon of cum into my ass and I feel another mark on my ass. As the night proceeds I end up with 6 loads in me and 4 down my throat. I have 6 mash marks on my butt cheek 1 black mark and 6 red. Come to find out the black marks signify negative loads and the red marks... Poz. I'm in hog heaven, so hot and a total fantasy of mine has been fulfilled. I was able to take off the blindfold afterwards and was really happy with the tops that were chosen for me.

I met Troy at one of the local bars. He was a hot kid of around 25, only a few years older than me. He was medium height, very slender, but still muscular. In fact, we were about the same height and build. We struck up a conversation and he suggested we go to his place. Although I was hoping for some sex between us, I learned at his place that he was a bottom as was I. We could exchange blow jobs but what I really wanted was to be fucked. We got naked and started making out, but I passed out. I learned later that Troy slipped a heavy dose of G in my drink. When I came to, I was face up and spread-eagle tied to a bed. Standing over me was a sexy biker-type about 40 years of age and built like a brick shit house. “This is a hot boy you recruited for us Troy. Good going. “ Then, to me, he said “How’d you like to join our fuck club? We need another bottom boy. Troy’s the only regular we got right now and we’re wearing out his hole. You like to be fucked boy?” Not answering, I said “Why am I tied down?” The biker said “If you join our club, this is a taste of what you’ll get. You’ll be our bondage fuck toy. We’ll own your hole and you’ll submit to whatever we want to do with it. Does that appeal to you?” While I always fantasized about the bondage and leather scene I was afraid to pursue it. I liked what the biker said but I yielded to my cautious nature and said, “I don’t think so.” At that point, the biker lit a cigarette and brought his face close to mine. “I think I can convince you.” He started stroking my cock. I looked down and discovered that my pubic hair had been shaved, just as Troy’s. The biker kissed me deeply and I had a raging hard-on in short order. The biker said, “You say ‘no’ but your cock says ‘yes.’ If I milk you to orgasm that seals the deal and you’re our new bottom. If you don’t cum, you can go home.” The biker continued to stroke my cock and kiss me. I tried not to cum, but the scene turned me on like never before. I ejaculated a huge load. “Good boy,” the biker said. The biker then placed a collar around my neck. The biker and Troy took me to the clubhouse. I went willingly though apprehensively. The clubhouse was located in the warehouse district in the basement of what looked like an abandoned building. Once inside I surveyed the scene. The room was a dungeon, replete with sling, fuck tables, and bondage equipment. There were about 10 guys in the room, all biker or ex-con types. All were rough looking but sexy as hell. The biker said “Now comes the initiation. We’ll teach you how to be a good bottom slut. From now on, you’ll do as you’re told.” I was introduced to Tina for the first time in my life and was I ever ready to be royally fucked. The biker whispered to me “Are you negative boy?” I replied in the affirmative. He said “Not after tonight. We’re all positive and by tomorrow you will be too. “ I was so high from the Tina that I didn’t care. The biker said, “I’m going to bareback your ass first. Nothing turns me on more than a conversion scene.” He took me to a private room off the dungeon and I had the fuck of my life. The biker alternated between tenderness and rough play. At times he would kiss me while gently fucking then he’d turn me on my hands and knees, spank my ass hard, and rough fuck me. He liked to smoke and blow his smoke in my mouth while we kissed, saying “You’re going to get my cum, my spit, my piss, and the smoke from my lungs. I’m going to thoroughly mark you boy.” And he did all of that. After what must have been 90 minutes he came and I could tell it was a massive load. He brought his face close to mine and whispered “You’ve just been pozzed. I’m your AIDS daddy. I’m in your blood forever now boy. “ He then milked me for the second time that night, saying “You’ll cum on command.” Which I did. After that, he turned me over to the other tops and I was fucked for the rest of night, mostly strapped in the sling. Troy’s ass was well used that night too. At times, I was replenished with Tina. The next morning, with the tops sleeping, I snuggled up to Troy who was resting on a mattress in the corner. He said “Welcome to the club.” We made out for awhile and then I moved to felch his ass, which was ample with cum. He then proceeded to felch my ass. We then kissed with our cummy mouths for a long time. He pointed out a biohazard tattoo on his ass cheek and said “You’ll get one too this morning. One of the tops is a tattooist.” Troy was right. My ass cheek was tattooed that morning. Other tattoos and piercings came later. The biker really meant it when he said the club owned my ass. From that point onward, I needed to be available whenever I wasn’t at work. My ass was pimped out a few times a week to help pay the rent on the clubhouse. I was thoroughly indoctrinated into the BDSM scene. My life was never the same.

***This is fiction*** (or a plan for a brutal future if needed) We all have plans and dreams for the future. A future bright with the possibility of success. However, what if that future or any other future for that matter were to disappear? What if those possibilities were replaced with certain death? Not a peaceful or glorious death, but an ignoble wasted death preceded by life as a lab-rat for the doctors? I am now in this situation. The prognosis from 3 different oncologist is the same; 5-8 months tops. A full year if they combine full-head radiotherapy, massive chemotherapy, and attempt to surgically remove the majority of the mass from my brain. The surgery alone has a high motality rate and will likely leave me in a vegetative state. I say FUCK THAT! I have lived well and I intend to die well. I intend to go out doing things I always wanted to do but was too invested in life to pursue. My extended family will be fine, my accounts and Trust is in order. Everyone else can go hang... Here is what I want for myself: I want to disassemble myself before the inoperable (glioblastoma multiforma) cancer does it for me. I want to descend into the dark, dungeons of a large city, and never reappear. I want to only see sunlight through windows too small to climb through or too high to reach. -not that I would. I want to become a Legendary, Twisted, SlamPig-bottom that will be remembered for the extremes I went to. I want to engage in activities that while fun, pleasurable, painful, tortuous and degrading, willl ultimately lead to my death... if death were not already assured. I want to become a permanent fixture in the dungeons of the most demented, perverted, and violent of Tops. I want to submit utterly and permanently To lose my name and identity To lose my self To lose all sense of time and not care because it truly won't matter. There is no time in the dark To be just a curiosity in the corner, a breathing piece of fuck-furniture to be passed around and used continually until useless. To be maintained, cleaned, and fed/watered enough to ensure my body temperature stays warm enough to fuck. To be so brutally fucked, fisted, stretched and modified, that I cannot remember a time that a cock was not inside me. To feel that 'emptiness" is an unnatural state. To gratefully accept all acts against me because it no longer matters. To be worn away thinner and thinner, until ultimately no longer wanted in the dungeon. They have standards after all. To finally be wrapped in a blanket or tarp, told "thank you", patted on the head, driven to a city in another state, and left somewhere to be found and made some hospice's problem for miniscule time that remains. I doubt I would even warm the sheets. I choose this because it is a choice I can still make. And because it will be fucking fun. And because how I live and how I die is ultimately my decision (if only my last one). All I ask for is Everything. Everything I have read about in the most perverse of blogs and stories, everything I have watched in the most illicit of videos, everything I was promised by various twisted people who asked me to come away with them in their van when I was a teen. EVERYTHING. There are acts and activities that have never been performed because there wasn't a pig depraved or uncaring enough to undergo them. With a little time, care, and destruction, I can be that pig. Wamest Regards, ~B.M~

This is a true story of one of the nastiest nights of my life. I posted it in 2008 on another gay stories site and just found the original copy on my PC as i am cleaning it up for an upgrade. I re-read it and got rock hard remembering the 2 days of nastiness i experienced. It got huge reviews so I thought Id post it here and maybe finish it since originally i only posted 2 parts out of 3 _________________________________________________________ It was a Saturday early evening around 5:00pm or so and I was online as usual looking to chat with any wild freaky uninhibited top that would chat. The truth is while I had fantasized a billion times about freaky dominant scenes, I rarely even met guys online, or in real life. Now I’ve done the adultstore video booth thing but only a few times and really never did anything more than get an occasional blowjob. I usually was always way too shy to even leave the door open most of the time. But today, online, there was this kid that IM’ed me and we started to chat. He was someone I was chatting with for like 2 months and over time told him every nasty freaky fantasy I had, the kind of things you tell a guy when you know you’ll never meet the guy so you don’t have to worry about backing out in person. He was extremely local, like one town over, which never happens. He asked me if I wanted to come over, get naked and party like a freak cause he had something that’d really loosen me up. I was very nervous because I knew what he meant, Up until now I had only done the poppers thing and they really got me wild. He told me he had the house to himself and a hottub in the back yard and a closet full of leather. Without me asking he turned on his video chat and before long up came a video window. It was of an empty couch, I thought it was a still picture, then a waff of smoke passed by the picture, he was off camera teasing me. I finally agreed and he gave me a place to meet him on main street because he had to walk his pitbull. I took a fast shower, shaved my cock and balls and cleaned up, stepped out of the shower and dried off. Then I slipped on my ass-less leather chaps, no underwear, and pulled my jeans on over them, slipped on a wifebeater, and sneakers and headed out the door to walk up to the meeting spot. It was a hot day and by the time I had walked the 8 blocks, my ass and legs were soaked with mansweat. I got to the spot and saw this stocky blonde man in a wifebeater, and shorts, waking his dog just like he said. We introduced ourselves and jumped in his truck and drove around the block to his house. It was an old Victorian, we walked into the house and into the living room. A big room, fireplace, couch, chair, glass coffee table and a huge tv. He passed me a bottle of water, and sat down in the chair, spreading his legs and reaching for something to smoke. I chugged the bottle, wondering if it was a good idea to ask if it was a sealed bottle but to be honest I didn’t wanna know if he had spiked my water. He knew I wanted to be pushed into being a slut even if I said I changed my mind once I got there, because that’s exactly what I told him. He was hot and I was feeling so horney from the sweaty fast walk in the heat, leather chaps sticking to my legs. He sat there, taking a few big drags off the pipe, and eventually held it up to my lips. He knew I was a virgin to this so he helped me get started. I took a huge drag, and then another, and then another, but he stopped me and said it’d hit me hard so I should take a break. I wondered if he meant the smoke or the water, it was hot not knowing. I sat there on the floor starting to feel real sweaty, I slipped off my sneakers and sat up on the couch. He picked up the remote off the table and turned on the tv, and there was a gay porn already running. A room full of black boys gangbanging this skinny white kid. Click here for Best Bareback website I looked over and my buddy (and by know you should have figured out I didn’t even know his name) was rubbing his bulge hard, he told me to kneel in front of him and I obliged. He asked me if I still wanted to get pushed was past my limits and I said yes. He told me to finish off my bottle of water and then I was sure he spiked it. I took the water and chugged the rest. No sooner did I put the plastic bottle on the table and I started to feel this rush probably from the first ½ of the water I drank and the smoke. He reached down and grabbed me by the hair and picked me up onto his chest, again reaching for that pipe, lighting up and sticking it in between my lips. I took 2 big drags, one after the other and then realized it was really all kicking in fast. He leaned into my ear and started sucking on my ear wet and wild, he stopped, pulled back and pushed the pipe in my mouth again, and told me to suck hard. I took 3 more huge drags and really was soaking with sweat now and my head was swirling. He pushed me off him and stood up and stripped naked, and told me to get naked too and said he’d be right back. He went upstairs, I stood up feeling really out of it, took off my short and jeans and sat back down. I could feel this uncontrollable urge inside to just start grinding my cock into the couch so I did. My cock started to get semi hard but my crotch was soaked in sweat and I was feeling real fuzzy, I turned over and sat down on the couch with my cock dangling over the edge. I reached over and took the pipe myself and started to take drag after drag when I heard him coming back downstairs. I looked up and he had a leather collar and a huge dildo in his hand and he was wearing this leather harness and nothing else. He took the pipe from me and told me I was clearly ready to be a total fucktoy, I just didn’t believe it myself. He handed me the collar and told me to put it on tight, so I did. The dildo had a huge suction cup at the base, he pushed the magazines on the table off onto the floor and slammed the dildo onto the edge of the table sticking straight up. He sat back down on the chair, and signaled me to come over again between his legs, his cock was rock hard and grabbed my head by the hair and slammed my face down into his sweaty crotch, I couldn’t believe how hard he rammed his cock into my face. His cock and balls were all sweaty and I just opened my mouth up wide and buried his cock in my mouth, slobbering all over it, I was uncontrollably sucking on his cock when I felt him start to cum, he grabbed me by the hair and pumped my face mindlessly, till I gulped every drop of cum. I sat up and waited to see what he wanted me to do next. He leaned over, grabbed me by the throat and said “I’ll only ask you this one more time, do you really wanna find out how much you can take?”. At this point I was clearly totally mindlessy out of it but hungry to let go so I said “Yes!”. I expected o be flipped over and fucked like I had never been fucked before lol, and it made me real real nervous but excited. He grabbed me again by the hair and slapped me across the face hard. My ear was ringing and I could feel my cock start to get hard. To my surprise he told me he had plans and couldn’t play much longer. I looked at him and said he had to fuck me, he got me to this insanely horney state and now he was gonna leave me? I started to grab at my cock, slapping it hard begging him to fuck me. But he said he couldn’t. I told him, which was completely true, that I had never felt so horney in my life, but he already knew the state I was in. He told me to turn around and bend over, stick my ass up in the air and stay still. I was kinda confused, but I did what he said. I bent over and stuck my ass up, then I felt this hard plastic tube press against my hole and poke on my ass, he told me to stay still and if I did, I’d get exactly what I wanted. So I assumed he was lubing me up to fuck me. I felt this warm swish into my ass, he pulled the tube out and told me to stay in that position. Next I felt the pipe again against my lips, he leaned into my ear and said “I want you to suck on this pipe as many times as you can, the more drags you take the wilder time your gonna have, so I figured he was teasing me with the “I don’t have a lot of time” excuse. I layed there on all fours taking drag after drag when he finally stopped me, and pulled me up to my feet. He told me to get dressed. I was completely confused and feeling insanely horney. All I wanted to do was slide my fingers in my ass now and finger fuck myself. He told me to leave on the collar and follow him. We went out to his car and he started to drive away, I asked him if he was really into me cause I’d do whatever he wanted. He said he didn’t have time to play anymnore today, but that I had done twice as much ‘smoke’ as any new kid he’d used, so in the next 20 minutes I would e out of control horney and would wanna fuck anything and there was no way to stop the urge. I said why would you get me all fucked up and then drop me off at home, that was mean. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number, he then said to me he gave me something. A booty bump, and in like 15 minutes I would have this uncontrollable urge to get fucked in my ass nonstop for hours. I was starting to get frustrated thinking I’d have to finger myself for the next hour alone, then he started talking into his cell, all he said was “I’ll drop him off in 5 minutes, he’s wearing one of my leather collars and he is totally pumped full and ready to go”, and then he hung up. I was starting to get it. We pulled up to the only adult bookstore in the area with video booths. The same place I had been like 5 times before for some really mild action. He told me if I wanted to have exactly what I kept saying I wanted, I was to go into this place, and wait for one of the 2 booths all the way in the back to free up and to go into one and leave the door open. Then he handed me two more bottles of water, He said, before you go into the booth, go to the bathroom and chug a whole bottle, and then go to the booth. He told me NOT to drink the other bottle till later in the evening when I was told to. By now my heart was beating real hard and I was covered in sweat. He pointed to the bus stop across the street and said its up to me. Either take the bus back to my town or go into the video booths, I got out and almost staggered a bit. He closed the door and drove away……

This is actually a true account... I met Coco through a mutual acquaintance. I was still new to parTying and had few to no reliable connections to hook me up with parTy supplies. So I accompanied my friend S***** when he offered to introduce me to his dealer.I was a bit freaked to say the least, especially once we were turning onto his street, which was in the heart of a bad neighborhood in Central PHX. We got to his place and knocked, and that was how I met Coco. Nothing to swoon over, he was about 5'10" and someone who would check the "more to love" box if he filled out a dating profile. He was a complete asshole. I was told he was bic and that he had an 11" cock. He was part black, white, and PRican. Anyways he gave me his number and told me to call if I needed to stop by again. I started going on my own, and after a few transactions when he decided I was cool, he told me to chill for a bit and handed me a bong. He had to show me what to do. So he tells me to hit it a few times and I'm higher than I have ever been before up to that nite. We start talking and he starts up the porn he had been watching before I arrived. It was a straight porn, but the dudes got me horny. We kept smoking and do some hot rails. I'm so f'd up by this point my lips get loose and I ask if he is really as hung as I had been told. He said yeah, but I asked him to prove it. He dropped his bball shorts, no undies and sure enough, a girthy uncut and hardening 11" cock jumped out of the waistband and slapped his stomach... he told me I could touch it if I wanted, so I got off my chair and climbed on his bed with him. He took off his muscle tee and before I knew it I was sucking his cock in nothing but a jockstrap I decided to wear that evening just in case I decided to hit up Chute... He asks me to lay on my stomach and put a pillow under me and handed me his bong again. He was saying my ass and running his cock up my ass crack and over my just shaved hole. He asks if I have ever had anyone that big up my ass. I tell him no. And freak out a little. I feel him lubing me up with massage oil, and he asks if I played safe, because only fucked with conforms. I said usually safe and he said cool. Next thing I know he is rolling a magnum down his cock. I was so nervous and tensed up. He tried for 25 mins to get in me,but I couldn't relax, especially knowing he had house guests who could return at any time. He didn't have a bedroom door and his room was was right off the living room and front door, which was also open since he had a security door. Anyway, he finally gave up, I got dressed and left. Nothing happened again until about a year later. I showed up at his place on Halloween night, drunk and needing some Tina to sober me up. I stopped at an ABS first to get a cockring and some Gun Oil because I needed them. This store had an underwear section. I found a jockstrap I liked and decided I'd buy it since I was drunk and impulsive. I got to his place and somebody else answered the door, and I followed him to Coco's room. I smoked a bowl real quick, but was still pretty buzzed. I asked if I could jump in his shower to try and sober up, plus I was sweaty from dancing all nite. He said yeah and handed me a towel. It was kinda a small I found when I was drying off. I left my backpack by his desk and had just the jock I had just purchased. So I put it on and put the towel around my waist, which barely reached. I came out of the bathroom and they were both still smoking and surfing porn. I sat down on the bed and they passed me the bong. His houseguest asked if I slammed, I said only a couple times and he asked if I wanted to since he hated doing it alone. I said sure. He tied a rubber hose around my bicep, found a vein immediately,and administered what was about .45... it was strong and as soon as he released the hose and raised my arm I was coughing and was rushing. I just laid back into his pillows and started rubbing my nips and chest. I started to sweat and undid my towel to wipe my face and neck, laying there in just a cockring and jockstrap. He slammed next while Coco did hot rails, he didn't like needles. I start rubbing my clock through the pouch and the friend starts massaging me, and tells me to turn over, pulls my hold back and up and tongues my hole while Coco watches and is rubbing his cock through his bball shorts. Then the friend goes to his bathroom to piss and shower. I'm still buzzed, rushing, and high as a kite. I take my jock off, and am just stroking to some BB porn on my laptop. Coco tells me to show him my ass... and asks if he can take some pics. I say sure, just no face shots. He asks when I last took some dick, which I truthfully admitted not recently. It had been about 4 months. He tells me he still wants to fuck me, especially since he wasn't able to get it in the last time. He said he would hook me up with more Tina as trade. I was so high I a agreed. So he starts to rim me and play with my hole, I hand him the bottle of Gun Oil I just bought and he pours it all over my ass and works it in my hole, he goes to his desk for a second and gets a good sized shard and works it into me. It burns but its nothing I cant handle. He is now naked and stroking his huge cock. The friend comes back in wearing just boxers and has a new slam prep led for me. Again he administers it, I cough again, only longer because its stronger. We open up the blinds to his patio door and his window. He lived in a crush, but seedy apt complex that had a mostly gay population. He puts me on my back while the friend is kicking back, smoking and stroking. He asks if I'm ready and I nod... I just assumed he wrapped up based on our safe play only conversation,so when he asked how his raw cock felt in my bare hole I kinda got nervous and started to tighten up. He said not to worry, he was clean and rarely barebacked, especially with gay dudes. I finally relaxed and my body started to loosen up, as did my very stretched and very cock stuffed hole and he was only halfway in. He added more lube as he slowly sank more of his 11" into me. He told his friend to take some pics of him opening me up. And next thing I know one of his regular customers enters through the patio door. He didn't know I was a bottom so was little surprised to see me with Coco's dick balls deep in me. So he is watching and smoking, and Coco pulls out so I can get on all fours. His customer is comments on my "phat bubble butt" and how he never woulda guessed I was a bottom and never woulda guessed I had such a nice ass because I always had on baggy sweats or dickies workpants and oversized tees that hid my ass. Coco spreads my bubble butt cheeks and adds more Gun Oil, then starts to reenter me and my still tight, but willing asshole. Coco just keeps telling me how hot my hole is. How tight, warm, wet, and soft it is, how hot it feels every time I tighten up and work my ass muscles. I am meaning into a pillow when I am given the bong to hit, which I hit hard and blow some massive clouds as I am being fucked bareback by my drug dealer and his huge raw uncut cock. I can feel him precumming in me as he is fucking me. Before long he is fucking me deeper and faster so I know he is about to blow. He had already told me he would pull out, but never did. He just kept fucking me, fucking his load into me and lubing my hole with his cum. He finally pulls out and can't believe how good my ass felt, better than any pussy and no fears of me getting knocked up. I needed something to drink, so put on my jock, my sweatpants and hoodie and walked next door to Circle K for Gatorade. On my way back I saw his regular leaving. He saw me and invited me to co.e smoke and chill with him across the complex, his girlfriend was staying with a friend. I agree, and we get to his place, I immediately take my hoodie and sweatpants off and go get cleaned up in his bathroom. When I return he has a bi porn on his flat screen and a loaded bong. He is in a muscle shirt and bball shorts. He looks rough in the face, but has a pretty hot body from what I can see. We pass the bong back and forth and then he loses his clothes and is stroking his cock. I decide to blow him without asking, he gets harder in my mouth. After I kneel down on the floor and jerk off while I am sitting up straight. The next thing I feel is his hand pushing my shoulders forward and bending me over. He spits on my hole, then his cock and mounts me from behind. He is nowhere near as big as Coco, but still above average and grabs my hips while he long strokes his raw cock in and our of my just fucked hole. He hits all the right spots and before I know it I am cunning, which makesy hole spasm and tighten around his cock, causing him to lose his load too. He pulls out and then eats my hole. Tells me my ass is amazing and so much better than his girl's pussy. It was a good night.

I agree atlfukbud. If we are truly "born this way", then why should tops, who are just as gay as the bottom, shame us for being what we are? No, I don't fit in the "effeminate" category, but I'm still a bottom, nonetheless. I feel no shame in that. I quite rather enjoy it.

Hey guys just wanted to show off my first purchase from F.T love those guys so freaking much for this, finally got myself a pup tail can`t wait to show it off for tops and even wear it while i`m fucking guys. What do you guys think? Hopefully next month gonna be getting a Bad dragon toy

Sydney 2008 I was working in Sydney in 2008 and before I flew out I had planned a hook up with two pierced, inked pigs off the internet, who looked fun. One was a Top and the other His slave. There has been many emails exchanged about needles (I like being pierced as part of play) and Ice, and though I know my way around, I have never experienced this and had to google it. They also told me that they were both Poz, but with low viral loads. Was I interested? You bet but also really scared - if I did drugs, would I get hooked, would I be taken to hospital if I OD'd and how would I cope, being on the other side of the world from home. I insisted that they played safe with no BB, and both agreed. After much reassurance I was met at my hotel by the pig slave, dressed in leather shorts, a mesh tank top, with a leather vest, big boots and obvious facial and ear piercing's and very visible ink. The pig had no teeth - it later told me that they had been removed so that its mouth was just another cunt. Now I have a fair amount of ink and metal, but it is hidden under my shirt and was turned on by the overt display of sex but also embarrassed to walk in the street with him. A short ride to their house, during which the pig talked about his Boss, about taking T for the first time, what to expect and how to cope, how they would look after me etc. and what they would do to me - all turning me on, so that I was fully reassured. When we got there I was told to hand over my wallet, ticket and passport, strip on the drive in front of the house and put on what was waiting for me... a collar with a lock, wrist and ankle restraints, weighted ball and cock straps and a black rubber pig tail. This pig was ready for action, but scared shiftless- I did not know the guys yet I was locking myself in bondage. A hood was then placed over my head and fastened and locked in place and I was led into a door and down a long corridor. I could sense nothing but heard techno music mixed with cries... disturbing. I was spread-eagled to hooks on the floor and chains from the ceiling and shaved from my neck downwards. I have no idea how long this took but could feel them scraping and pulling at every part of my body - I felt raw, especially when they rubbed some liquid over me - found out afterward that it was a spirit to clean the skin - but fuck did it sting! Then I was taken to a chair where, after removing the pig tail and hood, I was fastened with arms, legs and head restraints. Before my was the pig with a camera taking one picture after another, and the tallest, thinnest, tattooed, pierced Top that I had ever seen. He had ink over his arms, chest, legs, stomach and it disappeared down into his leather jock. This was principally organic patterns but when I looked closely could see that this was a continuous chain of bio hazard symbols, similar to the one that the pig had on his chest. Right, he said, you have come here of your own freewill - we have the emails and various pictures of you stripping - and tonight you are my property. My pig will also use you as I see fit. you have already give us your limits; my aim is to break these tonight in any way that I can. We are Poz and will not deliberately harm you - but you have to accept that with our type of sex there is an element of risk. Without more ado, the pig got out several loaded points and after putting a band around my arm, and wiping the skin, proceeded to inject me. As he released the strap I felt how, couldn't stop coughing and suddenly became aware of how much I wanted to be here. I wanted to be used as a pig and have my arse and dick plugged (we had already talked about how I liked catheters and arse tubes) and have needles stuck in me. The two P/pigs then proceeded to stick themselves. My dick was suddenly invaded by a thick sound, thicker than I have used on myself, which really hurt - but I could hear myself telling them to open up my piss tube. Sound after sound went in to really stretch the hole and I could see in the mirror that was facing me that my piss slit was now a gaping hole, big enough to get a decent sexed finger in. Wow. After releasing me and putting me in a sling, securing my hands and feet, I was given some really strong poppers and felt my arse hole being played with. A fat plug was inserted and tied in place whilst the pig stretched to insert needles into my tits, along my shaft, in my cock head and ball sack. again I could hear someone shouting, stick me in the balls, and realized that this was me as a tick needle entered my bollock. I was then pissed over and made to suck the Top as he pissed into my mouth. He told me that this was Tina piss and that the next load would be in my arse. I should have told him to stop - but how could I - I was flying. Photos were being taken all the time and I was now dripping blood from my dick, tits and balls, onto the rubber sheet under the sling. The pig was down there licking it up and rubbing it over himself - and where he had stuck needles into himself and his Boss, was mixing our 3 bloods. This was smeared over me and then the plus was pulled from my arse and well greased fingers started to slowly open my hole. After a considerable time fingers were replaced with a speculum, but the largest that I have ever seen - which was pushed into me - fuck it hurt and I was starting to struggle. The pig proceeded to get another point and again injected me, before injecting himself from the same needle. My arse was stretching and opening up and the speculum was replaced by the Top's fist - which slowly tried to open me up. He told me that I was too fucking tight and that he would have to work on my hole for a while. He then removed his jock and I saw the thickest and most heavily pierced and tattooed dick that I had ever seen. With no more words he started to rub the pierced head against my hole- and I was shouting no BB please, but was ignored. The next thing I knew was feeling his pierced shaft slide into me and me shouting for him to fuck me deeper and harder. The pig then got underneath me and by balancing on a stool was able to get his dick at my hole. in unison they entered my gaping arse and I was loving it; being fucked, flying and knowing that I should not be there. They seemed to cum in unison and when they pulled out I could see blood mixed with their semen, and they inserted a large rubber plug in me that they then taped around my arse and groin. I was told to keep that in for a while and they left the room and turned the lights off. After a considerable time, during which I was coming down, they returned and said that they thought that I was ready for the next round - given more poppers and a pill slipped under my tongue. By this time I had give up and they could do anything to me - and they did, short of using me as their toilet. Everything was photographed and filmed and when I looked back at them the next day I could see that I was enjoying every moment, if completely off my head. After 48 hours I was returned to my hotel since I had work the next day, but had to call in saying that I had food poisoning. I spent two days in bed worrying about the weekend, the drugs and did I really take their poz cum, as well as what they could do with the explicit pictures. My local mobile phone received a message, and to it was attached a picture of me being fucked. I was told to be at the corner of the street in 10 minutes since The Boss wanted to speak to me. if I did not come down my pictures would be put all over the web and linked to my facebook site - since they now knew my full details. I hurried, pulling on shorts, tee shirt and trainers, and rushed to the corner. the pig and Boss were in the car and I was told to get in the back seat and pull the hood that was there over my head. I did as instructed and we drove a considerable distance until we pulled up - and I was told to get out of the car. As I did I was manhandled and taken into a doorway - into a building. The hood came off - fuck we were in a tattoo shop, with the most sexy, heavily tattooed man I had seen. The Boss told him that I was ready and signed a concern form for me and I was strapped to the bench. Work began on my right hip and it was only after a while that I was shown a black and grey pig inked on my hip. The next ink, I was told, would be the start of a bio hazard chain after I had converted. I was flying back to the UK the next day and was taken back to the hotel where both again fucked me pieced my tits and then pissed up my arse. They plugged it and told me not to remove the plug until the morning, when I was ready to fly. I did as they told me - but why? I suppose because I had enjoyed it and felt like the true pig that I had always wanted to be, and I was also worried about the pictures. Since I was returning to Sydney the following year I was told to make no plans other than work, to stay at their place and be ready for them to continue my journey. As it was, after 2 tests in the UK, I was still negative - gave a sigh of relief, but then wondered why? By converting I would be able to do as they did and really pig out, but I did not wish to do this in the UK, but wanted them to choose when and how and I certainly want more T , as much as I can take. I am going back next month.

PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...

Becoming a Proud Slut Chapter 1 A Man of His Word The bar was crowded and dark and the music was loud enough that I could feel it pulse in my chest. Nobody was smoking, but the air was hazy and stale. The room was long and narrow, with the bar in the middle, separating the tables in the front from the dancing in the back. I was traveling alone for work, and had been to this city twice before, but it was my first time visiting this particular club. It was also the first time I had gone out since the end of an almost year-long relationship. I sat at the bar with my back to the dance floor, watching as groups of men entered and ordered drinks. The crowd was exclusively men, mixed types, but with a definite leaning towards leather and denim. Everybody seemed to know each other. Only the bartender said more than two words to me. After my third drink I noticed that a rough looking guy was checking me out. His face and arms were tanned and he looked like he hadn’t shaved or washed his hair in a few days. He kept staring at me, so I nodded hello. He ordered two beers and walked towards me. His body was slim and fit, but probably from a very physical job, not from the gym. He was wearing torn jeans and dirty boots. Only his white T-shirt looked new and clean. He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t ugly. He was just sleazy enough to be sexy. He handed me a beer and I thanked him. He took a long swig from his bottle as he looked me up and down. I smiled, and took a sip, again thanking him. He however was blatantly checking-out my ass, and then stepped closer, reached around and tightly squeezed my butt. I was surprised, but a little turned on by his confidence. He looked me in the eyes and with a gravelly voice said, “I’m gonna to cum in your ass tonight.” I almost spit beer and before I could respond, he grabbed my wrist and led me away from the bar. I tried to tell him that I don’t usually bottom and never bareback, but the music was loud and I don’t think he heard me. I kept following him and he led me right into the women’s bathroom. It was unlit, but not unoccupied. A dozen or so shirtless men were paired up and exploring each others’ bodies. He led me to an empty spot at the sinks and backed me against the counter. He kissed me on the mouth, hard and slow and wet. It had been a while since I had been with someone and we could both feel my dick stiffen against the hardness in his pants. We finished our beers, set the bottles in the sink and kissed some more. He was a great kisser and I decided to continue and to ignore his earlier comment. He turned me around and massaged my butt with strong hands. It felt good. When he gently pushed my shoulders down, I bent over and laid my chest on the counter. In one motion, he dropped to his knees and lowered my shorts and underwear. I stepped out of them and kicked them under the sink. He kissed and nibbled my smooth, naked ass. The stubble on his chin scratched, but it turned me on even more. He spread my butt cheeks and kissed and licked my hole. I lifted one knee onto the counter to give him deeper access. His tongue flickered in and out of my wet hole. He was an expert rimmer and had me moaning and fully erect in no time. He stood up, whipped out his cock and rubbed it against my crack. I could feel that it was long and thick. I looked into the mirror over the sinks. He was looking down, concentrating as he worked his dick and pre-cum all over my tight hole. He put his middle finger in his mouth and slicked it up with spit. He stuck it knuckle-deep up my ass and worked it around. It felt great and I squirmed with pleasure as I loosened up. He played with my fuckhole like this for a while - alternating between fingering me roughly, then rubbing his dick on my hole. He never hesitated to re-wet his finger after pulling it out of my ass. “Hope I’m clean enough,” I said. “Tastes good,” he replied. Eventually he managed to get two fingers inside, using only spit and pre-cum as lube. My ass was aching to get fucked. He stood me up and turned me around to face him. He lifted off my T-shirt and tossed it under the sink. I sat on the counter and leaned back, lifting my legs to my chest. Presented with my willing hole, he rimmed, fingered, tongue fucked and rubbed his cock some more. The sensations all felt good and my mind tuned-out as the pleasure took control. At some point I realized that he was no longer just rubbing his cock on my hole, but actually slipping it in for a few strokes and then pulling out to rim or finger me again. Eventually he was only fucking me. He fucked me deeply and slowly, satisfying my hungry hole. I rocked back and forth to meet his strokes and greedily took all his cock. “I don’t usually bottom…” I said. He looked right at me and said, “Yeah, well I guess tonight’s an unusual night.” Our eyes remained locked as he gradually fucked me faster and faster. I was lost in his gaze and my own pleasure when the couple closest to us suddenly got loud and verbal with cries such as “I’m gonna cum!" and "Me too!" and "You want my load?" and the inevitable "Fuck yeah!”, their cries and moans were followed by their respective climaxes. followed by their cries and moans as they both climaxed at the same time. It was then that I came to my senses and noticed the bowl of condoms on the counter. I reached down and felt my partner’s cock and confirmed what I already knew. He was fucking me without protection. Strangely, my dick got harder. “I never bareback,” I told him. “Guess you can’t say that anymore,” he said. Then he asked the top next to us, “Did you breed his hole?” The guy replied with a smirk and answered “Deep.” “Nice,” my fucker said. Turning his attention back to me, he said “You’re next.” He fucked me harder and faster. “I don’t bareback.” I said between groans. “You could have fooled me." “No, I mean, I don’t like to bareback.” He grabbed my hard cock. “Looks like you like it.” I couldn’t argue with that and moaned with pleasure as he fucked me and stroked my cock. A minute more of that and I told him, “I’m getting close.” “Me too,” he grunted. “You’re going to cum in my ass.” “That’s what I said,” then he grunted and bucked as he unloaded balls-deep in my guts. I shot my load so far and hard that it splattered on the mirror on the wall. Still on the counter, I caught my breath while he tenderly kissed me in his arms. His dick softened inside me then slipped out. He stuffed it back in his pants, quickly zipped up and left the bathroom without saying another word. I stood up, weak in the knees, wondering what had just happened. I felt embarrassed, rejected and used, but a feeling of pride soon took over. I was glad to know that I could be so slutty that I would take a stranger’s cum. I looked under the sink for my clothes, but it was dark and I couldn’t see them. I got down on my hands and knees and felt around the sticky floor, but they were gone - along with my keys and wallet.

I felt groggy as I woke up. My mouth was thick with the tell tale feeling of having a large quantity of cotton wool stuffed in it that betrayed just how much I had drank the night before. I stretched, gingerly, not wanting to move too quickly for fear of discovering a headache to go with my cottonmouth. My head, however, felt clear as I rolled onto my side and very slowly swung my legs off the side of my bed. I sat there for a moment before I realized that I was completely naked, not all altogether alien experience, but rather another sign of how intoxicated I had been; I often strip off to go to bed when drunk. As I sat up I suddenly became aware of how much I had to piss and quickly padded across the cold wooden floor of my studio apartment to the bathroom. Letting a powerful jet of piss out into the open toilet bowl I felt my ass clench slightly and became aware that my hole felt a tender and rather slick. Finishing up my piss I ran a finger up my crack, feeling my puffy wet hole. I looked at my finger, shiny with whatever was wetting my ass, for a long moment before turning around and bending over to look at my hole in the mirror. Winking back from between my spread ass cheeks was my hole, puffy, and pink, not quite closed, and shiny with what I thought might be lube but I suspected was something else. I ran my finger along my crack again, this time dipping into my tender hole, when I brought it round I was confronted with evidence of what I had already suspected to be true. It was not lube leaking from my clearly well fucked hole but cum. My heart thudded in my chest. I had no recollection of getting home last night, let alone of getting fucked. Jesus, I thought nervously, what have I done? Not only had I had sex but clearly unprotected sex and I had let the guy cum in me, what had I been thinking? I walked back to my bed and grabbed my phone from where it had been charging on the nightstand hoping to find some evidence of what I had done. There were several texts from the two friends I had gone out with starting around just after midnight asking where I had disappeared to; the most recent being just a few minutes ago, must have been what had woken me up. I sent back a quick response saying that I was home, and apologized for giving them a fright. The next message on my phone was from a contact I didn’t remember having, one simply named “SIR”. The message was short and succinct: Check out the link and then let me know when you’re ready for more. I clicked the link and it took me to a private video server. Sitting down on my bed I pressed play and watched as the video began. It faded in on a guy’s ass, his beefy hairy cheek hammering back and forth as he clearly pounded someone. The camera moved under the guy, between his legs to show a fat raw cock pounding into an unknown ass. The bottom was moaning in pleasure with each thrust, something about the bottom’s voice seemed familiar even through the tiny phone speakers. I stopped the video and grabbed my laptop from under the bed. Hurriedly transpiercing the url to my browser I pulled up the video again. There was definitely something that I recognized in the bottom’s groans. My cock was starting to get hard watching this fat cock pound this boy’s hole, his ass lips clinging to the hard shaft each time the top pulled out. Eventually the camera moved again, pulling back between the top’s legs and then panning up his broad muscular back to look over his shoulder. My jaw dropped, there laying flay out, legs in the air, eyes closed in ecstasy, being fucked by a raw cock, was me. I took in my pale skin, dark hair, strong chest, tight stomach, pink nipples. I saw my chest heave with racked breath as the top mercilessly plowed my hole. Though my head was reeling and my heart pounding my cock was growing still harder as I watched myself get fucked. I had no memory of this, yet there was no denying it was me there getting fucked bareback. I felt like I should be sickened by what I was seeing but I found myself becoming more and more turned on as I watched. The top fucking me seemed to be getting close as he started fucking me even harder. He grunted as he hammered his cock into my clearly willing ass. The camera panned down to show him slamming into me balls deep with every thrust. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” a gravely voice that I can only assume belonged to the top said, “I’m gonna breed your sweet fucking cunt boy.” “Yes,” said my voice, the unmistakable glee sending a shiver up my spine, “breed my hole!” The man growled and pressed his cock as far as he could into my hole, clearly shooting his load deep into me. Watching myself get bred I couldn’t help but reach between my legs and feel my still wet hole… Slowly the man pulled out from my now cum filled hole. I looked at the time bar, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way over. The camera zoomed in as the head of the man’s cock popped out of my hole, a small glob of cum bubbling out after it. For a moment my hole was left gaping and empty, then a new voice, not the top who had just fucked me called, “Who’s next?” Another cock, the body it belonged to cut out of the frame stepped up and slid effortlessly into my hole, The camera shifted again showing my body stretched out on the bed, my mouth now occupied by the cock that just been inside my ass. I watched in aroused horror, my cock throbbing, as time and time again my ass was seeded by random cocks. The video never showed their faces though, it showed plenty of mine, making sure to zoon in on my face whenever I begged a top for his load. I noticed that my eyes, though wide and alert looked a little blood shot and slightly unfocused. The video was almost an hour long and featured fourteen different tops, all of whom fucked and bred my ass. No wonder my hole was tender. The last shot of the video was a slow zoom in on my wrecked hole after the last top had shot his load deep inside of me. I stared in amazement at my loose and gaping hole. That sort of thing had never turned me on before but seeing my on hole wrecked like that, dripping with cum, was different, it made me feel hungry. I wanted my hole to look like that more, I wanted to have my ass plowed and dripping with cum. The video faded to black, and then a message appeared on the screen, “You know you want more bitch,” followed by the phone number now listed in my contacts as SIR. For a long moment I sat, one hand holding my phone, and the other with three fingers lodged in my cummy hole. I wasn’t entirely sure when during the film I had thrust three fingers inside of myself and started riding them desperately but even now that the movie was over I was reluctant to remove them. Rocking back on my fingers again, feeling them push against my ass ring I knew what I had to do. I unlocked my phone, opened SIR’s text and sent him a message: I’m ready now. The response was almost instantaneous as if SIR had been waiting with his phone in his hand. That was fast boy. You ready to take more cock? Yes, I responded. Right now? Yes, I hesitated before adding the next part but then hurriedly hit send, I need it. Good boy. Come and get it. He texted me an address just a few blocks away in the northern part of Hell’s Kitchen, and added, Don’t bother showering or putting on underwear. You have ten minutes to get here. My heart was pounding, a little voice in the back of my head told me I was crazy, but I wasn’t thinking with my head. I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and a pair of gym shorts, slipped into some shoes and, leaving everything but my keys and phone behind rushed out of the door. I practically ran the nine blocks to his apartment, making it there in just over six minutes. I texted saying I was there and the door buzzed. Once inside I received an apartment number with the instruction to hurry. He lived on the fifth floor of an old walk up, and having taken the stairs two at a time the whole way up I was more then a little winded when I knocked on his door. It quickly opened and a tall olive skinned man in an old yellowing jockstrap with a thick leather harness strapped to his chest opened the door. I gapped at this specimen on manliness in front of me. At five eleven I like to think of myself as tall but this man towered above me making him probably six five. Between the thick straps of his harness bulged powerful fur covered chest muscles that led to hard defined abs. His arms were thick, covered with coarse hair, and knotted all over with veins. The basket of his jock bulged with what could only be thick meaty cock and oversized cum laden balls, the whole mass of which thrust out boldly from his tree trunk like legs. He did not smile at me, his handsome face told of only one thing: lust. “I knew you were gonna be a good one last night when you were begging for loads before the first cock even breached your cunt,” he had a rough, deep, rumbling voice that seemed to echo from somewhere deep inside his cavernous ribcage. “Get that sweet cunt inside, and strip off, I’ve waited long enough for my chance at that hole.” That struck me as odd, was he not one of the men who had fucked me last night? I thought that even the cameraman had cum inside of me. I didn’t care though I stepped inside and before the door was even closed had kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my shorts to the ground. “Fuck you’re a hot little cum slut,” he said leading me into the living room where he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide. “Well, get between my legs and start wetting my cock boy. All the lube I’m gonna give you to get this monster up your cunt is spit and whatever cum is left in you from my friends last night.” Caution and logic were long gone, I was now completely in the grips of my own lust, and now I a safe sex enthusiast, fell to my knees desperate to get another bare cock up my ass. Pulling his musty jock aside I revealed a thick, flaccid cock resting on a pair of truly massive balls. I took his soft cock in my mouth, rolling his nuts around in my had as I rid so, marveling at their size. It didn’t take long for his cock to start hardening I my mouth, and I was quickly overwhelmed my the sheer length and girth of the thing. His broad flat mushroom head ballooned in my mouth, swelling till it stretched my cheeks. I did my best to slobber all over his shaft and head, trying to get it as wet as possible for my hole. Though I was enjoying guzzling down his gorgeous member, SIR had other plans and soon as he felt his cock was slicked with enough spit he knocked me back and stood up. He instructed me to get on all fours on the couch, resting my chest on the back of it. I clambered up and assumed the position he had instructed and waited with eager anticipation. SIR took his time coming up behind me, rubbing his blunt cock head up and down my ass crack a few times, before zeroing in on my still tender and slightly gaped pucker. I had expected him to push in roughly but instead he began a slow thrusting that alternately pressed against my sphincter and gave it time to relax. Very, very slowly my hole opened till suddenly his broad flay head pushed inside of me and stayed there. “Fuck that’s a nice hole. I may just have to keep it after I ruin it.” My brain had completely shut down, over loaded with the massive waves of pleasure that were crashing over my body and SIR began to delve deeper into my hole. It took a long time for him to finally fuck his whole cock into me, but when he finally bottomed out and I could feel his massive balls against mine I felt nothing but joy. “Tell me what you want boy,” he growled in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, SIR.” “What else?” “I want you to cum in me, to breed me!” “Good boy, that’s probably the first time you’ve ever said that sober isn’t it?” “Yes, SIR.” “I’m gonna knock you up and set you free boy.” I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant but I pressed my hips back against him as if trying to will more of his cock into my hole. He chuckled at that and began to slowly fuck me, pulling his cock almost entirely from my hole before sliding it back in to the hilt. I moaned like a whore, desperate for a real pounding. SIR knew what I needed though, and quickly began to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts until soon he was hammering away at my ass without mercy. I was practically screaming as his cock wrecked my hole, bruising my sphincter a little with each thrust. He hammered away like that for longer then I thought possible, till both of us were drenched in sweat and I lay pressed into the back of the couch limp. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of my hole with a soft pop. “Get you your back, I wanna look in your eyes while I breed you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my legs spreading them wide showing SIR my now wide-open hole. Without hesitation he sunk back into me and resumed his breakneck pace. The sweat pored from his body, dripping onto me, I didn’t care thought, I could feel his pace starting to change and heard the shift in his breathing. SIR was getting close. He kept up his voracious pace for as long as he could before he suddenly growled deep in his chest like a bear and locked eyes with me as he slammed into my hole several times very roughly. He didn’t have to tell me he had cum, I knew, I could feel the warmth spreading in my ass. He flopped forward, his cock still lodged inside of me, his hairy sweaty chest now pressed to mine. “Fuck,” he said at length, “I knew your cunt would be worth it. I’m totally keeping you as my new cum dump.” He smiled at me, “See I told you last night, take all those loads and you’d be ready for mine.” “You did?” I said panting. “Oh that’s right you won’t remember sense we slipped you those drugs.” His smile became a wicked smirk. “But I told you last night, you take my buddies NEG loads up your cunt and by tonight, well you came around faster than I anticipated, you’d be begging for my POZ cock up your loose cunt.” Holy shit! I thought, I hadn’t even asked him or thought about… Jesus. I had just taken what had to be a massive POZ load in my ass. It only took me a millisecond longer to realize I didn’t care. I had just been fucked like I never had before. Clearly I had loved last night as well. If taking POZ loads meant that I was going to get fucked like this more then that was fine by me. “How do you feel now that you’ve had it boy?” He asked. I answered in the only way I could, honestly, “I want… I need more.”

Joey.... Joey loved to be the center of attention and his natural gifts has never failed him. Joey's golden blonde hair and bluest eyes hasn't failed him to get all the girls he wanted. His 6ft tall body was naturally toned and covered with golden fuzz all over which drove the girls crazy for some reason. He also had the biggest cock in school reaching over 8" when it was hard. Just the sight of his big white cock could make most girls and even some boys be mesmerized and Joey loved it. He wasted no time as he entered the locker room to strip his clothes to get ready for his first wrestling team meeting today. Before he put his jock and the singlet on, he walked over to the mirror and flexed around loving the eyes of his friends admiring his beautiful body. His cock started to get semi-hard as he enjoyed the boys eyes on him. He swaggered over to his locker and bent down to pick up his jock and he even felt some boys stare at his pink hole between his golden mounds of muscled ass. Joey took his time to put on a show for other boys a bit before he started to get up when he felt something in the air that he never felt before. As Joey put his jock on and adjusted his cock, he looked over his shoulder to the source this stir in the air. Momentarily Joey's body forgot to move as he saw one of the darkest person standing behind him. He was maybe an inch taller that Joey but his body muscles were massive and his cock was massive as well. It was as big as Joey's 8" and it wasn't even hard. "Hi, I am Jason and I am new." A deep voice brought Joey's attention to the hand extended to him offering a handshake and that's when Joey realiized that his hand was still inside his jock holding his own rapidly growing cock. Joey felt himself blushing all over as Jason took his hand back. "Ummmm, let's skip the handshake for now. So you must be Joey." "Yes." Joey replied softly and turned around to get his singlet out of his locker. For some reason, his knees felt weak and he lost his balance as he turned to his locker. Jason's arms were quick to wrap around his waist to save Joey from falling on the floor. "Be careful, Joey. I want you down on the floor when I pin you dow during our match not in the locker room." Jason's laugh made Joey feel weak again and Joey felt Jason's naked body standing closer behind him to give him a better support. Joey's heart started to beat almost ouf of his chest as Joey felt Jason's body heat on the length of his naked back and Jason's cock on butt. "Easy boy." Joey felt Jason lightly push him away as Joey started to push his butt out to feel more of Jason's cock wihtout realizing what he was doing. Joey felt shame and embarassment but his cock stood bigger than ever. Joey hurriedly finished getting dressed and walked away from Jason but not before he saw Jason's cock getting semi-hard and growing to a size that Joey could never imagine on a human body. Jason and the rest of his team joined Joey in the gymnasium. They always had the wrestling team's gym's temperature set up high to make everyone sweat during the practice as it helped with the weight management as well. However Joey felt it was almost unbearable today as Jason stood close to him. When the door opened, instead of Mr. Smith, there was a black giant whose face resembled Jason's. Everyone admired and welcomed the two big strong black men newly joining them. However Joey was uneasy with new feelings these two men started in him however Joey felt strong connection with two men as well. As the coach ordered the team to break up in two to stretch, Joey and Jason faced each other as they both felt so naturally drawn. Even the whole team seemed to accept their coupling as if it was the most natural thing and didn't crowd around Joey as they normally do. After few minutes of stretching, the coach told them to play around with their partner for a while. At no time, Jason had pinned Joey down and used his body weight to push him down. Strangely Joey didn't fight hard as he felt safe and comfortable with his new position. New coach came by them few times and made eye contact with Joey before walking away to attend others. That's how Joey met Jason and his new coach, James.... and Joey's new life began.

This is actually a true account... I met Coco through a mutual acquaintance. I was still new to parTying and had few to no reliable connections to hook me up with parTy supplies. So I accompanied my friend S***** when he offered to introduce me to his dealer.I was a bit freaked to say the least, especially once we were turning onto his street, which was in the heart of a bad neighborhood in Central PHX. We got to his place and knocked, and that was how I met Coco. Nothing to swoon over, he was about 5'10" and someone who would check the "more to love" box if he filled out a dating profile. He was a complete asshole. I was told he was bic and that he had an 11" cock. He was part black, white, and PRican. Anyways he gave me his number and told me to call if I needed to stop by again. I started going on my own, and after a few transactions when he decided I was cool, he told me to chill for a bit and handed me a bong. He had to show me what to do. So he tells me to hit it a few times and I'm higher than I have ever been before up to that nite. We start talking and he starts up the porn he had been watching before I arrived. It was a straight porn, but the dudes got me horny. We kept smoking and do some hot rails. I'm so f'd up by this point my lips get loose and I ask if he is really as hung as I had been told. He said yeah, but I asked him to prove it. He dropped his bball shorts, no undies and sure enough, a girthy uncut and hardening 11" cock jumped out of the waistband and slapped his stomach... he told me I could touch it if I wanted, so I got off my chair and climbed on his bed with him. He took off his muscle tee and before I knew it I was sucking his cock in nothing but a jockstrap I decided to wear that evening just in case I decided to hit up Chute... He asks me to lay on my stomach and put a pillow under me and handed me his bong again. He was saying my ass and running his cock up my ass crack and over my just shaved hole. He asks if I have ever had anyone that big up my ass. I tell him no. And freak out a little. I feel him lubing me up with massage oil, and he asks if I played safe, because only fucked with conforms. I said usually safe and he said cool. Next thing I know he is rolling a magnum down his cock. I was so nervous and tensed up. He tried for 25 mins to get in me,but I couldn't relax, especially knowing he had house guests who could return at any time. He didn't have a bedroom door and his room was was right off the living room and front door, which was also open since he had a security door. Anyway, he finally gave up, I got dressed and left. Nothing happened again until about a year later. I showed up at his place on Halloween night, drunk and needing some Tina to sober me up. I stopped at an ABS first to get a cockring and some Gun Oil because I needed them. This store had an underwear section. I found a jockstrap I liked and decided I'd buy it since I was drunk and impulsive. I got to his place and somebody else answered the door, and I followed him to Coco's room. I smoked a bowl real quick, but was still pretty buzzed. I asked if I could jump in his shower to try and sober up, plus I was sweaty from dancing all nite. He said yeah and handed me a towel. It was kinda a small I found when I was drying off. I left my backpack by his desk and had just the jock I had just purchased. So I put it on and put the towel around my waist, which barely reached. I came out of the bathroom and they were both still smoking and surfing porn. I sat down on the bed and they passed me the bong. His houseguest asked if I slammed, I said only a couple times and he asked if I wanted to since he hated doing it alone. I said sure. He tied a rubber hose around my bicep, found a vein immediately,and administered what was about .45... it was strong and as soon as he released the hose and raised my arm I was coughing and was rushing. I just laid back into his pillows and started rubbing my nips and chest. I started to sweat and undid my towel to wipe my face and neck, laying there in just a cockring and jockstrap. He slammed next while Coco did hot rails, he didn't like needles. I start rubbing my clock through the pouch and the friend starts massaging me, and tells me to turn over, pulls my hold back and up and tongues my hole while Coco watches and is rubbing his cock through his bball shorts. Then the friend goes to his bathroom to piss and shower. I'm still buzzed, rushing, and high as a kite. I take my jock off, and am just stroking to some BB porn on my laptop. Coco tells me to show him my ass... and asks if he can take some pics. I say sure, just no face shots. He asks when I last took some dick, which I truthfully admitted not recently. It had been about 4 months. He tells me he still wants to fuck me, especially since he wasn't able to get it in the last time. He said he would hook me up with more Tina as trade. I was so high I a agreed. So he starts to rim me and play with my hole, I hand him the bottle of Gun Oil I just bought and he pours it all over my ass and works it in my hole, he goes to his desk for a second and gets a good sized shard and works it into me. It burns but its nothing I cant handle. He is now naked and stroking his huge cock. The friend comes back in wearing just boxers and has a new slam prep led for me. Again he administers it, I cough again, only longer because its stronger. We open up the blinds to his patio door and his window. He lived in a crush, but seedy apt complex that had a mostly gay population. He puts me on my back while the friend is kicking back, smoking and stroking. He asks if I'm ready and I nod... I just assumed he wrapped up based on our safe play only conversation,so when he asked how his raw cock felt in my bare hole I kinda got nervous and started to tighten up. He said not to worry, he was clean and rarely barebacked, especially with gay dudes. I finally relaxed and my body started to loosen up, as did my very stretched and very cock stuffed hole and he was only halfway in. He added more lube as he slowly sank more of his 11" into me. He told his friend to take some pics of him opening me up. And next thing I know one of his regular customers enters through the patio door. He didn't know I was a bottom so was little surprised to see me with Coco's dick balls deep in me. So he is watching and smoking, and Coco pulls out so I can get on all fours. His customer is comments on my "phat bubble butt" and how he never woulda guessed I was a bottom and never woulda guessed I had such a nice ass because I always had on baggy sweats or dickies workpants and oversized tees that hid my ass. Coco spreads my bubble butt cheeks and adds more Gun Oil, then starts to reenter me and my still tight, but willing asshole. Coco just keeps telling me how hot my hole is. How tight, warm, wet, and soft it is, how hot it feels every time I tighten up and work my ass muscles. I am meaning into a pillow when I am given the bong to hit, which I hit hard and blow some massive clouds as I am being fucked bareback by my drug dealer and his huge raw uncut cock. I can feel him precumming in me as he is fucking me. Before long he is fucking me deeper and faster so I know he is about to blow. He had already told me he would pull out, but never did. He just kept fucking me, fucking his load into me and lubing my hole with his cum. He finally pulls out and can't believe how good my ass felt, better than any pussy and no fears of me getting knocked up. I needed something to drink, so put on my jock, my sweatpants and hoodie and walked next door to Circle K for Gatorade. On my way back I saw his regular leaving. He saw me and invited me to co.e smoke and chill with him across the complex, his girlfriend was staying with a friend. I agree, and we get to his place, I immediately take my hoodie and sweatpants off and go get cleaned up in his bathroom. When I return he has a bi porn on his flat screen and a loaded bong. He is in a muscle shirt and bball shorts. He looks rough in the face, but has a pretty hot body from what I can see. We pass the bong back and forth and then he loses his clothes and is stroking his cock. I decide to blow him without asking, he gets harder in my mouth. After I kneel down on the floor and jerk off while I am sitting up straight. The next thing I feel is his hand pushing my shoulders forward and bending me over. He spits on my hole, then his cock and mounts me from behind. He is nowhere near as big as Coco, but still above average and grabs my hips while he long strokes his raw cock in and our of my just fucked hole. He hits all the right spots and before I know it I am cunning, which makesy hole spasm and tighten around his cock, causing him to lose his load too. He pulls out and then eats my hole. Tells me my ass is amazing and so much better than his girl's pussy. It was a good night.

Personally, if I suck I'm tired easily.. I want like 5 minutes and then the other guy to suck.. I'm generally mostly into fucking.. I prefer fucking than get sucked..

Thanks for all the input guys, I probably won't be hooking up with them. Even if it's kind of a hot fantasy, it would probably be too awkward with them anyways. I don''t really hang out with the son anymore but even still.

I want to play with your tail, pull it out, then slip my hand in.

As a btm, I luv it when i first feel a man's hard cock push inside me and my arse works to accommodate him...the connection/vulnerability I feel when being bred also sends chills across me -- I also luv it if he continues to fuck my sloppy cum-soaked hole until I cum or if he pushes my legs back and tastes/feeds me his cum from my hole. As top, I love it when I move into the cradle position and my bottom automatically lifts and wraps his legs around me --I feel the heat from his awaiting, willing hole as it opens for me ---that first thrust into his hot, wet hole is second only to the feel of him spasming around my dick as he has orgasm -- which usually puts me over the edge, so I fill him up with my load, taste his delicious arse-cunt and kiss him with a mouthful of our juice. I'm boned-up just typing about it!

Couple weeks ago went to the Hole at Jackhammer. Never been there before. Had a great time there, was more in mood to get cock sucked and maybe suck some cock. One guy got me hard and then a group came around me to watch. Had to make the first move and slide into one of the sluts there. Could tell he'd had at least one load up there. Wore him out and he didn't make me cum. Another guy took his place and after topping him a while he couldn't take it. Another guy asked me how I could keep going as long as I did. Totally hot showing off for the guys there.

Previously… I heard the hall door open and looked over to see Finn and Mac come in. Finn laughed when he saw me and clapped his hands, saying “well done Stuart, you sure fucked the hell out of Richard!” Mac reached over to sink and picked up the drugs tray. They turned to go back to the bedroom. Mac turned his head back to me, “you coming?” I started to reply when I heard the doorbell. I replied, “I’ll be in just after I get that” and grabbed a towel from the floor. Right so… Wrapping one of Pedro’s towels around me, I looked at the clock in the hall. It was 7am. Who on earth would be coming over at this time? Richard came out of the living room as I made my way down, and seeing that I at least had a towel on, ushered me past him to open the door. Opening it just a crack at first, I looked up to see pure sex leaning against the wall. Standing at 5’8 and perfectly proportioned, was a lad wearing an open grey and black-patterned woollen cardigan that framed his muscular chest. His pecs were barely contained in a tight white t-shirt. He looked up through a floppy fringe of dark hair. He had short back and sides like Harry, but not as curly up top. He was one of those guys who always looks like they’re wearing a bit of eyeliner cause of their thick long dark eyelashes. He flashed a killer smile at me (someone had paid good money for that smile – dead straight teeth – lucky bastard!) and asked “Is this Pedro’s?” I raised an eyebrow and said “sorry lad you got the wrong apartment” and closed the door… … Seconds later I opened it again to see the guy looking very fucking puzzled. I laughed, “I’m just fuckin with ya, you’re in the right place” I quipped, and opened the door to him. “The name’s Stuart and this here…”, pointing at the naked bear beside me, “…is Richard” “Kieran”, the studmuffin said in a Cumbrian accent, reaching out to play with the hair on Richard’s chest. I apologised, “sorry for fuckin you around, but I couldn’t help myself”, and held out my hand to shake. “S’alright,” Kieran replied, and he then took my hand and yanked me toward him in a very fluid motion, and proceeded to put his other arm around me. He then leaned in to kiss me briefly on the lips before continuing, “I’d like to fuck around with you too boyo, so, where are the rest of the lads?” His breath reeked of cigarettes, bad breath and cider – I’d have to diplomatically put him in the direction of the bathroom. I started running my hand down his t-shirted chest – all fuckin muscle, not an ounce of flab. Fuckin nice! “Down in the guest bedroom, but you might want to clean up first, the bathroom’s third door on the left” Kieran smiled and stumbled/leaned against the wall. Now that I could get a good look at him, it was obvious he was pretty trashed. “Rightio”, he asked, a bit sozzledly as he absent-mindedly mussed his floppy hair, “have you been out partying all night then?” “A bit alright, though it looks like you have too” “Aye, I have and I’m hoping to keep going for a while yet” and he pulled out a bag of Es. “These here are Ghosties, you ever had any?” “No, but I’ll trade you a Blue Angel to try one?” “Aw nice one, I love Blueys”, he said just before hiccupping, “did I tell ya, that I won a contest?” We went up the hall and I got him a Blue Angel and a glass of Irn Bru. Finn was in the kitchen prepping shots of G. I introduced him to Kieran. They took each-other’s measure. Kieran asked, “what ya making there Finn?” “I’m just doin up shots of G for the lads.” “Oh I heard about that stuff. Any good?” Finn smiled as he copped how wasted Kieran was, “aye it’s great for making sober guys feel drunk and horny superfast, but eh, if you’re, ahem, already pretty drunk, it’ll just knock you out” Kieran smiled and loudly whispered to me “I guess I can’t have any o’ yer special pop then, cuz I’m”, he hiccupped, “waaaaankered!” He then turned to Finn, “did I tell ya Finn that I won a contest?” I automatically shifted into host-mode, “it’s alright Kieran, we’ll catch you up to speed”, and I turned to him raising my shot glass of Irn-Bru/G, “Sláinte!” We knocked back our drugs and I brought Kieran out to the hall to go to the bathroom. We paused by the open guest bedroom door “fer a wee gander” (Kieran’s words not mine). Inside Pedro was being blown by JP, who was lying down on the bed (which was stripped of everything but a sheet). JP was a bit distracted, cause at that moment Andrew was bouncing up and down on his cock, having been revved up by a line of coke. Mac was moving about bringing the drugs tray to everyone and came over to us with the two fresh cut straws. “Don’t mind if I do” Kieran chimed as he took a straw in one hand and “shook hands” with Mac’s massive bobbing cock – that Caverject was doing the trick. After I did a line, Mac put the tray down and went back to the lads to see if he could DP Andrew. Pedro turned to us while gagging JP on his cock. “Hey studs, no clothes allowed in here. Stuart!” Kieran gave Pedro an affirmative salute and turned to me, “Bathroom, now!” I laughed and quickly brought him through, got him a towel and showed him a good spot to stash his clothes. After a little bit of searching I gave him a fisherman’s friend from JP’s stash and then showed him the douche function on the shower head. He grinned and it was obvious the coke had sobered him up a bit as he started to rattle off his sexual likes and dislikes. “…Oh fuck yeah, I love it up the bum mate, but me lass is rubbish at using the dildo I got her…” Or something like that. I remember something about him being bisexual. Truth is, I zoned out as this perfect fuckin specimen, stripped in front of me – the lad was fuckin unbelievable –I felt my cock respond watching his two meaty pecs reveal themselves after he peeled his sweaty t-shirt off. Below them was a fuckin washboard stomach that effortlessly flexed like an accordion as he bent down to pull his socks off. His whole body was an anatomy lesson –biceps and triceps and then – oh fuck – his beautiful legs. I’ve a thing for legs – I love fuckin me a rugby player cause of their meaty thighs, but this fella, fuck! They were proper sculpted looking – all defined hamstrings and quads and all those ligaments around the knee standing out like a football player’s. He caught me staring – not that I was hiding – and he stretched his muscular legs and went on the tips of his toes. Then bending at the knee he did some sort of fancy dance move, that while you’d think would look a bit feminine, actually looked pretty fucking cool. Some sort of pivot or – oh I dunno – dancing’s always been a world apart for me – it looked cool though. I’ll give it that. “That there’s part of the sword dance I won the contest with”, Kieran mentioned, “I’m now up for the finals in the Highland Games.” “Well I guess that means you’ll be passing through Glasgow again, on your way up north”. I reached out and rubbed his meaty pec, pausing at the nipple. “Oh yeah definitely!” he smiled and bit his lower lip as I continued to work a circular motion. “What’s your number so?” Our banter continued on as I pushed him to the toilet to douche and prepare himself. As he was sitting there we had a back and forth about our lives growing up in Cumberland and Skye. He turned out to be a lovely chap, did Kieran, though I never pushed him about his obvious cheating on his girlfriend – not my battle, not any shit I wanted to get involved with, though I did promise to never directly text him about sex, but always mention meeting up for a coffee (yeah – that ole’ chestnut). I was running my hands up and down his muscular legs, kneading the defined calves and rubbing his powerful thighs as he sat there grinning from ear to ear, almost fuckin purring. After a while, I told him I should probably check to see if his ass was fully clean after douching – that line never gets old, and soon enough I had a high-as-a-kite naked muscle hunk bent over the bath spreading his cheeks for me. His missus obviously didn’t care about him shaving his hole, cause he was completely bald around there. I ran my wet thumb up and down the side of his pucker, spreading out his muscular glutes. It was pure pleasure licking my thumbs and watching his impressive back muscles flex, as I inched ever nearer his highly sensitive pucker, which was quivering in anticipation. I licked my index finger and made the reverse come-over-here motion, a move I first came across reading it in a gay mag. Basically if you make the “come-over-here” motion, you’ve your hand upturned and you’re pulling your index finger to you. The reverse of this is to have your hand upturned still, but to reverse the index finger motion against the asshole, it’s the easiest motion to get your finger in without hurting the other lad. As I started to pry his tight hole open, working the finger in as gently as I could, I heard him groan his approval. I long ago learned to keep my nails short and filed for this kinda activity. As I continued to run my other hand stroking from his meaty thighs to his rippling back, I started to feel that “bell-drop” in the back of my brain. We were both coming up on our pills now. I started to push a second finger in. Yeah, as I closed my eyes, that beautiful familiar feeling started surging through me. I shuddered right down to my disappearing fingers – I hazily tried a third one. I could hear Kieran in the distance rumbling/purring. I mumbled “er oo coming up yeh Kieran?” as I leaned my mouth against his ass-cheek and started lapping at the white smooth globes. Kieran said something incomprehensible and moved his arm underneath him to push back his cock. Taking the hint, I licked a trail down his taint to his loose big balls and swelling cock. Gently nibbling on his balls I watched as Kieran’s veiny cock grew and thickened. I played with the soft foreskin as it pulled back and revealed the pinkish head. Then I took the head in my mouth while I still could – soon it wouldn’t be able to be pushed back so far. He tasted of sweat and something strange. I pulled back a bit, what the fuck was that taste – like a sharp metallic blood and bad breath together at once…. Oh fuck! Oh shit, that’s nasty! I stood up. Kieran looked back at me imploringly. “Hey lad, why’d you stop?” I gagged and pointed to the shower and said, “go wash your girlfriend off of ya first lad!” and looked around for mouthwash. Finding some and rinsing and spitting into the sink, I heard Kieran chuckle and mumble some sort of apology behind me. The shower was turned on, and second later I heard him say “oh fuck now it’s hitting me…” I couldn’t stay pissed at him, even for making me perform second-hand cunnilingus. Coming up in the shower is a beautiful thing. You can almost feel every droplet of water hitting you, and time slows down and you’re absorbed in the rhythm of the pouring water/rain/life. It can get kinda spiritual. I jumped in with him and let the water engulf me. The wave of E-pleasure washed down over me as I sought out Kieran’s face under the spray. Wiping back his hair I said “Don’t worry about your cock and welcome to Pedro’s Kieran. We’re all delighted you came.” He leant in and kissed me there and pushed me against the wall to kiss me deeper and more passionately. Man – there is something about the right guy kissing you – it can feel better than an orgasm – it probably helped that we were both high as kites, but fuck was he a good kisser – really powerful and commanding – pushing me back against the bathroom’s tiled wall, cupping my chin and darting in and out for my tongue. Our mouths were the sole focus of my attention – like those body parts had become disembodied from the rest. It was a wonderful incredibly “present” moment (yeah I know that sounds fucking cheesy as fuck) and man, what I would give for more fucking moments like that in my life, but you can’t force these things. We let our E-high rush over us as we snogged the face off of each-other, and eventually finished up our shower and towelled off. When I lead the high dancer back into the bedroom wearing only a towel, I was sure I’d make the others take a second to catch their breaths, looking at his muscles and just his physical perfection – the lad was stacked like a Greek sculpture– but no – when we entered the room it was the sight (and sounds) of what the lads were doing that made us miss a breath… We walked over to where Pedro was sitting on a chair at the window side of the bed. The curtains were closed against the morning light, but some of it was creeping in to glint off of his golden skin and his tattooed arms. He was letting Finn work on his deepthroat. Finn was lying on his back on the bed and leaning his head back to see how little gag reflex he had left for Pedro – very little was the answer – it was crazy to see that much cock go down his throat. Andrew was “reverse cowboy-ing” up and down on Finn’s cock, head back and quite a fast rhythm going, his bouncing body making shadowplay back and forth over JP and Mac who were lying to the back of the bed 69ing eachother. It was a pleasure watching Finn’s cock disappear into Andrew’s pale smooth arse with a smack. Finn definitely knew how to fuck and Andrew – high on MDMA and whatever else he’d done in the meantime, was a slave to Finn’s dick. The noises that were coming out of him! These were only matched by the noises from JP who was doing his best to swallow Mac’s monster cock. There’s that classic comedy quote that a good blowjob should sound like a mix of retarded and choking. Well JP was like a deaf-person showing someone how to gargle. (Sorry – I know that’s pretty insensitive and I apologise to all people who are offended by that, but jeezus, you’re reading about my memory of a drug-fuelled gay orgy, I mean, c’mon?). We were taking in the scene in the bedroom like a porn shoot. I was giving Kieran everybody’s names again – “The lad with the massive cock in the 69 in Mac… the swordswallower there is Finn…” I was guessing Richard was keeping the other bathroom occupied when I felt two hands on my arse-cheeks. I staggered as Richard set himself up behind me to start rimming me again. Kieran quickly grabbed me by the arm and looked behind me with a smile. “Looks like someone’s set their sights on yer arse Stu” I wavered a bit in my response and then grabbed Kieran’s other shoulder to steady myself, “ Aw fuck… Kieran, before you leave, promise me…. Oh fuck… Promise me you’ll let …Ah Jaysis… I mean… let Richard rim you….” Kieran smiled and leant in close to me. With a cheeky smile he started kissing my right arm from my elbow to my shoulder and ran on this line of kisses to the nape of my neck. (On a side note - Has anyone else ever noticed how some bisexual guys tend to be more romantic when they start at ya? Jeez – sometimes I wanna say – look lad, I’m not a girl – ya don’t have to whisper sweet nothings into my ear to get me ready to go. Though sometimes I’ll have to admit, it is kinda nice – anyways sorry – I digress). I turned my head down to touch foreheads with him. A bead of sweat was trickling down his nose and as I turned my face it brushed off of my upper lip, I heard Kieran take a sudden sharp breath. His face was a mix of anticipation and delight and it was then I realised, I wasn’t the only one now being rimmed. Pedro had turned in his chair to pull apart Kieran’s cheeks and was doing very good work to judge by Kieran’s expressions. I leant in to kiss him. Only his face was in my vision and yet wonderful fucking things were being done to my ass. Oh man – those fucking electric moments in a good drugged up orgy. As I was passionately kissing Kieran I felt a shock of cold air. Richard had taken his mouth away. What the fuck? A few seconds later I felt a cool slick feeling as someone squeezed some lube on my crack. I smiled into my kiss with Kieran – fuck – Ok so – here we go again! I decided I wouldn’t turn around to see who it was but try to guess by the cock and the fucking. It definitely wasn’t Pedro, as he also stood up and started to line his cock up with Kieran’s muscle-butt hole. I felt a tip being lined up against my hole too and I realised it couldn’t be Finn either cause the cock head felt too big and he was somewhere fucking Andrew who was a total bottom. Kieran and I naturally slowed down our licking and kissing eachother so we could concentrate more on allowing the cocks in. I raised my eyebrow at him as he gave me that cross-eyed reaction – My expression meaning “yeah I remember Pedro’s cock too!” The head passed the sphincter and paused for a second as more lube was applied. I felt a thumb rub some lube on the shaft that was just at the entry point of my sphincter – the delicate tissue registered a well trimmed nail, which ruled out JP and Mac whose fingers were a bit rougher, although I’d already ruled out Mac cause of the size. “Right so”, I thought, as the shaft started to work on stretching my hole, and the head started to prod my prostate gingerly, “it must have been Richard all along”. Although I had to admit, it was a fun way to process the fuck. I reached back to run my fingers through Richard’s chest only to encounter smooth taut skin. The cock pulled back and slammed into me. “How’d you like that ya Proddy bastard?” Fuckin Andrew! I laughed into my kiss with Kieran and broke off to turn back to my “top”, Andrew. “Well, I’m seeing a new side of you lad!” “It must be all that coke, but I think I can fuck you Stuart” (Andrew’s reason for being a total bottom was that he didn’t feel anything much from topping and would lose his hard-on pretty quick once inside a guy) I grunted as I adapted to Andrew’s slightly off rhythm. “Mmmfh! Just try to get a decent rhythm going lad”, I replied as I avoided almost splitting Kieran’s lip after an unexpected thrust from behind smacked me into him. He took my advice and grabbed my hips, closing his eyes to try and just feel every sensation around his cock. He began to thrust again, this time more confidently. “Aw Stu, I think I know why guys top now. It’s like all my cock senses are heightened and I can feel the warm juicy pressure. Mmm – Aw I wanna split your ass like a plum. I just wanna pound you till you take my load.” Andrew was being unusually verbal, but I didn’t mind. His fucking skills weren’t too bad, all things considered. I was on alert for any other dodgy thrusts, but he seemed to have cooled down a bit into a working rhythm. Kieran had wisely moved his head to the side and was kissing the nape of my neck again. Pedro was a pro and giving the lad a gentle first (gay) fuck of the night. I mentally added “fucking Kieran” to my to-do list – the view I had of Pedro slowly shoving his cock in, was sweet! He looked down at me and passed me down a bottle of poppers surreptitiously. I immediately understood his meaning. I looked back to see Andrew leaning back and snogging Richard. Perfect. What Pedro had basically intimated to me, was that I should take my poppers while Andrew was distracted, cause getting Andrew high on poppers right now would just make the lad fall straight back into jerky uncomfortable sex, and also it could make a natural bottom like him lose his hard-on. I held it in place for Kieran to take a sniff from each nostril and then did the same before barely managing to put the bottle down as the rush came on. Soon afterwards we were snogging each-other and high as kites, and goddamn if those cocks slipping in and out of our asses weren’t like beams of pure fucking pleasure shooting straight to our brain. Poppers and ecstasy man. Pure fuckin perfection. Kieran was panting into my face as Pedro increased his rhythm. I slobbered a kiss to him, as he held my arms to steady himself from a Pedro’s increased pace. Andrew had stopped kissing Richard and was being told how to fuck me from Pedro from what seemed like miles above our heads. He quickened up to match Pedro’s pace. It was then I realised we were in classic “building a bridge” at the end of the bed. “Building a bridge” is a sex move where two people facing each-other are being fucked doggy style, while holding onto each-other for support/kissing. It’s a classic orgy move, and I love it cause you can almost feel what it’s like to be fucked by two different guys at the same time, cause (especially when you’re high) you can read the other bottom’s reactions as if they’re your own. As the poppers rush subsided, Pedro slowed down a little and Andrew followed suit. The bed was bouncing on my right and I looked over to see Finn with his back on the bed and legs up on Richard’s shoulders getting fucked. Mac was jacking himself once more on his own. It’s a sad fact that guys with monster cocks can sound extremely popular but generally have to wait for a while in a house party before they can get their fucking in – in my experience anyways, it usually takes guys a while to be high or loose enough to take guys like Mac. I beckoned him over and he sat on the edge of the bed, massive cock sticking between Kieran and me. We both went for it – Mac loved his cock getting “worshipped” by two guys and let out some sounds of appreciation as Kieran took the head and I tongued the shaft. I was thinking that it didn’t feel like too long since myself and Richard had been doing the same thing but cause of the drugs that was over 9 or 10 hours ago. I tasted some ass juice on Mac’s cock and after a particularly pleasurable rush of ecstasy coursed through the back of my brain, I asked, “who’ve you been fucking Mac?” “Richard, Finn and Andrew so far, lad” (well, that put me in my place – I obviously hadn’t a clue what had been going on) “Oh right! And I was thinking you were only getting blown mostly, cause of the fucking size of ya” Mac chuckled, Kieran chuckled too, though it was a bit muffled on Mac’s cock. “Nah lad, everyone’s been having a go, you’ve just spent too long in the bathroom as the party greeter to notice!” A party greeter? I suppose it was a good term. I love novelty, and I always took it upon myself to make sure new guys are made comfortable. Also cause I’m not into scat I guess it’s a good way of making sure a guy is clean. I must have been contemplating this a bit too long, cause Mac looked down at me and said “Aw Stuart I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s great that someone helps new people get in the mood. I know I don’t have it in me” Pedro had just taken a toke of a joint he’d lit up, and while maintaining a steady fucking rhythm on Kieran, added, “yeah chico, most guys in a sex party don’t like to meet the guy at the door who looks like he could go out and buy a paper. It can kill the buzz”. I beamed at this. Little known to me, I’d been doing the “bedroom lads” a favour by prepping the new lads as they came in. Pedro took a second toke and passed the joint down to Kieran. He took a drag and shotgunned it to me. Pedro looked over at Mac and continued “…but now that the party’s complete, maybe it’s time to break out the K?”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Occam's_razor Sometimes a cough is just a cough.

I'll take uncut, absolutely. I feel a difference getting fucked with uncut, and they seem to produce more precut. I love sucking on uncut too and having something extra to play with in my mouth. Insatiable for uncut.

An update. I've been making up for lost time, and had a fucking amazing night with him again. He had invited me to join him, this time for a threesome, which would a first for me. The other guy was around my age and dick size. We both tag teamed him, dumping a total of eight loads into his ass. So, with the two I had dumped earlier, he had taken ten loads from us. The hottest part was when we double-dicked him. I had never experienced it before, but OMG, it was the best thing ever. I wish I had gotten some poz cum up my butt too but I`ll settle for pounding him every chance i get. To think I`ve gone from 'bottom only' to being an eager 'vers'. So bottoms, be on the look out for me! . Here are bonus pics as well of me wearing his jockstrap. NLbear and friends uploaded a bunch of pics of me, as well as some additional pics of the jock on me to my gallery, so feel free to check 'em out and let me know what you think.

I do heavy lifting at work, and I do regular fisting sessions at least 2 , or 3 times a week, and all I can tell you is my hole has never been better , and I do not worry about my guts or crap flying out as I heft 80 pound packages! While I am not able to fist and fuck all the time, when I have my days off, I DO focus on having my hole used and pushed to the limits and then beyond. And while some of the guys who fuck me also fist me, many do not--but more and more they mention what a hot hole I have. I suspect the openness of the entryway and inner chamber gives their cock more sensation and freedom than a tight hole that is trying to cut off circulation to their cock. And as others have posted, I have developed the ability to tighten up or loosen up my hole far more than I ever had as just a fuckee. One pig who ball fucks me and then pushes his cock in alongside his nuts loves it when I clamp down on his junk and try to keep him from pulling out.

Wait.... I thought I was a true bottom since I enjoy getting fucked and can't ever get enough and enjoy pleasing the top..... But you mean because I also jack my dick, I'm not a true bottom? That must make me a false bottom..... Now I'm sad... I've been lying to all these tops for so many years... Look... All these rules about whether a bottom should be hard or not, caged, touching his dick, not touching his dick.... Why does it matter? If the top is getting off, why the hell should he care if the bottom is hard or not? Dom/sub role play? Ok. That's fine. But saying that guys who get hard and jack are not true bottoms... When does it come to the place where we have too many rules and too many labels? Aren't we supposed to be about freedom and do what we want? Hi. My name is ____. I'm a true bottom and yes, I get hard and jack my dick while getting fucked. All while milking the top's cock like a cow's teat. I can multi task.

I would open him up slow and easy. Let him feel how good it feels to take cock in his hole. There will be plenty of time for hard fucking once he gets used to being fucked.

I am not a top. And I do not understand the fascination of pozzing guys. If you are poz it doesnn't mean you need to poz guys. Many guys cannot afford the medication when they are infected. In the US there is is PrEP. But not everyone can get that. Outside of the US PrEP is not available. I really do not understand this "pozzing" thing that some guys here have or chase. Stay healthy when you can. Do you really want to get sick? Even when you cannot afford it and it it is not covered by your health Insurance?

jeezus..."a fountain of pre-cum". yeah, that'd pretty much do it for me. seriously digging this story

Many fisting bottoms do kegels and have more muscular holes. One of the many reasons I love guys who can take size...

I'd say it reconfigured mine. BUt thats what I wanted. Anyone that fucks me can instantly tell that i've had my hole worked on and used. It tells them they're fucking an authentic slut and not one of those wanna be's or queen's that brag about how tight their hole is. They shouldn't be proud of that. It's not a selling point to me.

Before I got fisted for the first time, I used lots of plugs and dildos. There is actually a plug which has the shape of a hand. Play with your ass, relax and take your time. Wear plugs for hours and suddenly your hole can go another inch. Some blood is normal, however if you are bleeding heavily I suggest getting it checked out. There might be something in your hole that shouldn't be there. It is an amazing and filling feeling to have a fist in you, but defnitely not one of a drugfucked random guy from the street. It recommend j-lube or fist powder. It is a bit messy, but to me that is another turn on. I also recommend buying one of the lube pumps and filling your hole with some lube. I was surprised how much that helped.

Part 5 Stan had set up the sling in his bedroom earlier while Teddy was babying Sean so it was ready when they all got there. He placed the boy in it and told him to ask his cousins to restrain him. "Teddy and Harry please restrain me." "Why do you want to be restrained?" Harry asked "Uncle said I should be and also so you can do anything you want and I can't try to stop you." After securing him Teddy told him that he too liked being restrained in the sling. It makes you feel so helpless and he always imaged he was a virgin being raped. "That's what I want, please really rape me" "You need to pretend you don't want it, here let me gag you so you can try to scream". Teddy told him and then gagged him. Stan told them that the fantasy was beginning. "Teddy good job getting your cousin in our trap. Harry why don't you warm up his ass while I get the rigs ready." Harry picked up his father's belt and using medium strength swung it against the boy's ass. The look on Sean's face was shock and after only six strikes he started to cry. Harry wished he wasn't gagged and could really cry but he knew that was for another day. Teddy stroked Sean's face and told him that soon his dad would take away the pain as well as his innocence. When Stan returned he saw the boy's ass was beat good and told Harry to use the belt on Teddy for awhile. Teddy didn't look happy about it but he laid on the bed on his belly offering up his ass to be belted. Harry swung even harder as he belted his brother. Stan told Sean that soon he too would lay willingly to be abused. He strapped the boy's left arm and then wiped it and picked up the rig he prepared and showed it to Sean. He told him that it was going to be injected into his arm and would make him want to be ruined. Sean was still sobbing and was now very scared that they were going to inject him with drugs. Stan removed the boy's gag. Stan told him what to expect and started to slam the boy. Just before slamming him he told him that he and both of his sons were HIV positive and would fuck him full of their toxic seed and make him positive too, but they wanted him to beg for it. Sean said he wanted to stop and go home. His uncle told him to wait two minutes and then he could leave if he wanted to. Stan slammed Sean and Sean was quiet as the slam hit him. The brothers stopped playing and watched as Sean coughed and looked freaked out for about 30 seconds then he relaxed into the sling. Stan traced the boy's lips with a finger and then pushed it in his mouth. "I think you like sucking. But do you like this?" And he then squeezed the small nipples and the boy moaned. "How about if I squeeze them really hard?" The sensation was blowing Sean's mind and he knew it should have hurt really bad but all he felt was intense pleasure. "I bet you'll like this even more." Stan brought his right hand down between the boy's legs and rubbed his boyhole with a finger then with his left hand he squeezed a nipple as hard as he could and shoved a finger up the boy's ass. Sean's head felt like it was going to explode and his eyes rolled back and he didn't believe he could ever feel this good. Suddenly he had a thought that if this felt this great that getting fucked must be even better. Stan asked his nephew if he wanted to go home as he pushed a second finger into the new party hole. Sean opened his mouth to speak but couldn't get the words out as the feeling of his Uncle squeezing his nipple and finger fucking his ass was overpowering. Stan knew what was happening and stopped finger fucking and lessened his nipple squeeze. "Do you have something to say, Sean?" "Unc....Unc....Uncle Stan, please fu....fu....fuck me!" "Do you want me to fuck your virgin ass and breed it full of my toxic cum?" "Uncle, please yes do me!" "Call me Daddy and tell me you're my boy and that I own you." Stan then pulled his fingers out and let the nipple go. He lined up his dripping cock to the tight little hole. "Daddy, I'm your boy and you own me, and please fu..". The boy never got to finish as Stan drove his entire cock into him. The feeling of being impaled by his stud Uncle was more than Sean could process but he knew it was what he wanted. He tried speaking and again couldn't form words and it made him sound like a baby. Stan told him that he shouldn't try to talk but that he should just lay there and be a good little slut and enjoy knowing that from this moment forward he was now a fuck toy. Harry and Teddy got up and watched as their young cousin took their dad's cock and lost his cherry just as they did years earlier. Harry hearing the boy babel and drool told Teddy that Sean looked like a real baby. Teddy told Sean to suck his thumb and Sean looked at him and did so. Seeing that they had his attention Harry asked Sean if he wanted to see see Teddy get spanked and hear Teddy cry like a baby, Sean nodded and Harry told his brother that after tonight he didn't need to be his spankee as Sean would be getting it so tonight he was going to tear up his ass worse than ever. Teddy knew his brother loved hurting a boy's ass and also that he wouldn't be able to sit for days. Stan continued to pound Sean's boypussy and told him to watch how Teddy let his brother tie him down and then slam him into the same chemmed up slut space in his mind that Sean was enjoying. Sean sucked his thumb as he watched and saw his hot cousin who not long ago dominated him became a subby boy once he was slammed. Stan told Sean that since this was last time Harry could spank Teddy, unless Teddy asked for it, should Harry make Teddy just cry or should he beat Teddy's ass until he cant take it anymore. He told him to think about it as they continued to fuck. Teddy coughed and then raised his ass signalling Harry to begin. In no time Harry was swinging the paddle. Stan never let Harry go to far with his brother but had seen him get real sadistic with other boys. Sean felt so good being fucked and watching Teddy's ass get red and hear him cry that he even chemmed up started to get hard. Stan grabbed the boy's erect cock and asked him how bad teddy should be spanked and Sean told him that Harry should spank Teddy as hard as possible. Harry looked to his dad and seeing his dad nod knew he had permission to hurt his brother's ass like he wanted to. Stan tossed Harry the gag and the last thing Teddy said was "no" as he was gagged. Harry picked up his dad's belt and swung it as hard as he could. Stan felt Sean's cock throb as they watched Teddy get beaten. He told Sean he was happy to see that he liked to see someone hurt then Stan grabbed Sean's balls and squeezed them hard and told Sean that tonight was the only time Harry could hurt his brother but that Harry could do it to him everyday. And that Teddy will likely get even with him by joining his brother in spanking Sean. About a half hour later Harry was exhausted hitting his little brother and Teddy passed out as soon as it was over. Harry was smiling as he approached his dad and thanked him. Harry looked down and saw Sean's boyhole looked like his dad had beat it too. Stan reminded him that Sean was now a boyslut and he should be used hard. Stan said that seeing how torn up it was that it was time to load it up and he started pounding the boy harder. He told Sean he was about to get knocked up and asked if he was ready. "Oh, Daddy please make me yours. Please cum in me." Stan held Sean's hips and lunged as deep into him as possible then held him tight as he shot his load into his nephew's neg hole. Sean had stayed hard listening to his cousins and when his Uncle filled him with cum he too shot off. Both Stan and Harry watched in amazement as Sean's cock blew the biggest load they are saw. The entire time the boy came he repeated "please cum in me" over and over.

4. I didn’t have long to wait after the first guy was done with me. It seemed like word had gotten out that there was a free cock that was open for riding. I must have had at least 6 guys come in all of them bottoms working my cock to frenzy. Pounding their asses on my raw dick and shooting their cum all over my face. As I lay there panting and once again humping empty air I heard another bottom come in to ride my cock. I felt a warm tongue clearing away the cum from my face and eyes. The filthy fucker was damn hungry for it too. In under a minute he had cleaned away the most of it, though my eyes still burned. As I cracked open my eye I wish he hadn’t. He was old and one of those trolls that you know has been taken raw cock since the 70’s. his skin hung on his frame and his belly was slightly distended. I knew he had to be sick at least with one if not more STIs. His hands roughly grabbed my cock and pulled out the plug and the ring. Clear slightly pink fluid dribbled out. My piss slit must have been chaffed from all thos fuckers bouncing on my cock. The toxic fucker reached into the drawer and pulled out a toothbrush and grabbed my cock. Furiously working the stiff bristles all over my over sensitive head. I screamed into my gag and tried to thrash back and forth as the brush scrapped the shaft and head of my cock , causing little abrasions all over. Smiling at me the fucker licked the tooth brush and then shoved it in his own ass. A mix of pain and pleasure going across his face as he tore up his own hole. My eye got wide in fear as he climbed on top of me and began rubbing his bloodied hole against my scratched and raw cock. “Shhhhhh sweet boy gonna give you one more ride tonight and make it all sink in. After me so few people will fuck you I know I will have you back. And you can fuck me all the time like I want. Yes no one will want your dirty poz cock in their asses but I will. Though I doubt I will be the one to give it to you. All those poz loads on your face and in your eyes, im sure you must have caught something by now” With that he sank onto my cock and the feeling was amazing. I moaned into the gag as I slide into his loose hole. The cum and blood in his ass making the perfect lube mixing with the blood and cum on my cock. I was so warm in him so smooth it felt amazing. He rocked back and forth slowly working my cock and milking me with his well-trained ass muscles. He was jacking his cock leaking poz precum all over me. Soon I could see his breathing start to get harder and my heart sank. He was going to shoot before me and I was going to be left still hard and horny. I started to fuck faster getting closer and closer, pounding my raw cock into his hole. Feeling every scape and scratch and working his toxic ass and previous loads into me cock . Finally I hit the edge and pushed over climaxing and arching my back so hard I lifted us both off the bed, just as he shot his loads raining down on my face and belly. As I came down form my orgasm I must have passed out. The next thing I knew I was waking up in the bed and my arms and legs were untied. My poor deflated and bruised cock lay limp on my thigh where I noticed I had also been bruised after hours of been slammed into. On the dresser next to the bed was a card that read “You were good as a top…wanna try bottom?” and listed a phone number on the back I dragged my aching body to the showers and cleaned off and trudged home wondering what I would do…

Mike came to, and the blindfold was off, but he couldn't focus his eyes. The lights were low, the music pounding and he was getting fucked. He lifted his head and looked up into the mirror and saw a tall black guy was fucking him. Mike couldn't make out his face, and was trying to focus his eyes but then there was a flash of light. It was hard to hear anything but a kind of roar in his ears, but then he distinctly heard this black guy say to someone else, "Make sure you get his face, we'll need that later." Mike saw a phone in front of his face but he couldn't process what was going on or who these guys were, or how long he'd been out. The top fucking Mike realized he was awakening, and sunk his cock slowly and deeply into Mike, and leaned forward so he was completely covering Mike and whispered in his ear, "Your hole is fucking wet with cum. But were gonnna get you more loads, don't you worry." All Mike could do was mumble something incoherent before he passed out again. He woke up and passed out a few more times and each time it was like he was hallucinating. At one point the room seemed crowded with guys, jostling and talking about him. Another time he thought he saw his fuckbuddy, the one who convinced him to come to the bathhouse, fucking him. Mike was so out of it, he even thought that the bathhouse staff at the door when Mike and his fuckbuddy first came in, fucked him. Mike doesn't know when exactly the room was quiet but eventually it was quiet, everyone left, the door was open, and Mike was intently watching the hallway outside the door for someone, anyone to unfasten the straps. He longed to put his hand on his hole and feel it cause it felt wet and slick, and he just wanted to feel it. Badly. Some guy came to the door, all tattooed, kind of latino looking, swarthy dark, rough. Mike said, "Please untie me. Please help me." This guy said nothing, but walked over to Mike, and put his hand on Mikes hole and said snickering, "Puta. Tu quieres mas verga?" Mike pleaded for this guy to untie him, Instead the guy slid his cock slowly and deeply and began muttering in Spanish at Mike. He only pumped long strokes for what seemed a short while before he felt this gut shoot his load deep. Just then Mike's fuckbuddy appeared, and looked astonished. Standing stock still, he stood there looking at Mike with his jaw slack in disbelief. He walked over and began undoing the straps. Mike just blurted out that he had been drugged, and fucked by many guys but he doesn't even know who or how many, and they fucked him bareback, and shot what seemed like load after load inside him. He had trouble getting the words out and his buddy just listened and help him ease back to a normal sitting position. Eventually his buddy got him into the shower, cleaned him up, got him dressed and got Mike the hell out of there. Mike felt exhausted and alert, horny and drained, used and turned on that he had been used. His buddy wanted to take Mike to get meds after potential exposure to HIV. He even agreed to let Mike use his Health Card cause they could pass for each other. Mike was worried about being high and embarrassed but his buddy talked him into it, went with him to the hospital and walked him through the whole process including being present when the doctor came in to see Mike. It was pretty quick, and not as embarrassing as Mike thought it would be. He was grateful to his fuckbuddy for helping him, for trusting Mike by using his own id for Mike. Mike never even knew his fuckbuddy's last name or if the name he used was actually his name. And now he lets Mike use his health card to protect Mike's identity. He knew then that his fuckbuddy was a good guy and that he could count on him. It was a relief after feeling so powerless to stop those guys. They just completely took advantage of Mike in every way possible. Mike's fuckbuddy insisted on driving Mike home in Mike's car and taking a cab back downtown. He wouldn't let Mike drive. Again, Mike was relieved and grateful. It was a long drive to Mike's home in a northern suburb, and he told his buddy everything that he remembered. His buddy kept apologizing. When they got to Mike's street, his buddy drove the care very slowly so as to make no noise. Mike was grateful his wife and kids were away, but declined his fuckbuddy's offer to help Mike inside. The cab appeared pretty quickly and his fuckbuddy was gone. Mike crawled up to his bedroom, but couldn't sleep and lay there stroking his cock, feeling his hole and reviewing the whole night in his head. He couldn't get hard, but he couldn't stop. He got up finally and took two sleeping pills and eventually drifted off to a fitful sleep. He didn't hear his phone go off, and didn't see the text until the morning.....

Some thoughts. Make sure you can trust him. Don't use drugs. Take his fist sober. You need to feel what your hole is telling you so you don't get hurt. Take it slowly. It may not happen the first time and that's fine. A small hand is good to start. Use LOTS and LOTS of lube. Make sure you have time. This is not a pump and dump situation. Listen to your body. Being fisted is amazing. Take your time and have fun. Fisting another guy is also a LOT of fun. If you have questions, pm me.

I really get off on being watched while I'm getting fucked and sucking cock. It started when I was young and just able to go into bars. I went into a leather bar on a very hot night, so I went in shirtless and sat at the bar. It wasn't long before a beer appeared before me. I looked across the bar and two rough looking guys in chaps and harnesses nodded at me and raised their beers. I smiled back at them and drank the beer they had sent over. I had gone in there with every intention of getting my ass fucked so I was happy when these guys came over and sat on each side of me. After I said hi and thanked them for the beer,we talked and before I knew it they had another two beers down me. I was feeling pretty good and both had their hands all over me. One slid his hand down my back, under my jeans and was feeling my ass crack eventually working his way to my hungry hole, I didn't resist and worked my ass back on the stool so he could finger my hole, which he quickly did. He looked at me and said "we were hoping you were a bottom" which I confirmed. I expected them to ask me to go home with them, but instead they asked me to come with them. I went with them downstairs where there was another dimly lit bar area. There were lots of guys down there, some were naked, I saw some guys were getting sucked, which got me excited. The two guys that took me down there smiled at me and one started kissing me while the other was taking off my shoes and my jeans so i was completely naked. I didn't resist and my cock got immediately erect. The guys both took out their cocks and I got on my knees and sucked on both of them. They got real hard, lifted me up, bent me over and took turns fucking my ass raw in front of everyone. Because I was new, it attracted a bunch of the guys down there to come over and watch. I thought it would be awkward, but instead it really turned me on and I loved having all those guys watch me taking both of their loads. I ended up sucking a lot more cocks down there that night and took a few more loads in my ass before the place close. Ever since that night I have been a real exhibitionist bare backer.

I woke up... Not in my room… I am at the Viking’s house… King-size bed… Linen…. Nice warm comforter… Puffy pillows… He is sleeping next to me… A light snoring… close to a whisper. I like it… His body is spooning next to mine. He kept me warm, he kept me safe, he kept me his… That’s OK. The beast in me is fed. After whoring my ass in the 212 bath house deluxe room and collecting 23 loads and 5 slams he had said: “I can leave you here. On your knees like the whore you are… Getting even more loads… adding lines of marker of your back… or you can come with me, obeying my orders and be my boy until I release you from my keep…. You have 30 seconds to decide”. It only took me three seconds to decide. “I will come with you Sir”. “Good. We go to my house. It is a test. If you steal from me I will know. If you do not behave with respect to my property you will be punished. If you try to harm me in any way I will kill you. And… I don’t fuck slam whores in my bed… You will sleep… I will sleep… maybe I’ll touch you… I may caress you… but I won’t fuck you. Not in my bed.” We went to the showers together… Same stall under the running water… he helped me clean by rubbing my back from the marker’s prints… 23 lines… “Clean your ass… I do not want your ass leaking diseased cum. I will wait for you at the counter. I will call for a cab. Don’t make me wait.” I cleaned my ass… It was sore. The ass lips swollen… soft, but nice. Cum, lube, piss and water coming out from my hole… until I was clean… I must confess I was tired from the fucking and the slams… I checked my veins on my arms. The marks were there… My war medals from the last 36 hours… My heroic statement… I did good… He should have been proud.. I was a very well behaved chem slut. Didn’t lose my manners even after 5 slams… I didn’t mumble nonsense… On the contrary his orders were usually “Don’t hide in silence… Talk to me…” And I talked… And I said everything… hmmmm… almost everything… and he seemed to understand… Probably because he could sense that I understood him as well… But when he told me he wanted to take me back to his house I have to say that he took me by surprise… I am used to be left alone in the a bathhouse room to wipe with the towel, or leaning on a tree at the park with my ass leaking from some stranger’s cum to put my trousers back on, alone again, or on a chair in a porn theater taking a handkerchief and wipe the cum from my moustache, alone but not lonely… Because these are the rules of engagement.. You do what you have to do… you get fucked, you fuck, you take cum, you seed the whore, but… when the deed is done you leave… Alone. No prisoners taken. It is not a date. It is a fuck encounter. In a sauna you do not ask for a boyfriend material. You do not go hunting the slings to find your husband… You hardly want to see the face again of the man who saw the beast in you… Well sometimes you do… Sometimes you hope he will tell you “Can I get your number?” or “Can I see you again?” but I am not that kind of guy... I usually run… hide myself in my silence…. My boxes are so well organized… No room for leaks. Sex is sex. Work is work. Boyfriend material is found in a Concert House. Fuck buddies are found when I am hanging on a sling. Slam buddies are the secret garden of my existence. I know how to control my boxes, how to make clear borders and territories… where they start and where they end… Linen sheets in a double bed demand respect. So I know the importance of respecting Sir’s limits and expectations when he asked me to come and crush at his place. In his blue grey eyes when he was pushing the needle with the chems in my arms, or when he was seeding my ass, or when he let others to breed me with sperm, or when he was marking my back with lines I felt he cared, some other times I saw contempt… some other times I even saw respect… but what I saw was not enough to expect his proposal to share the sleep… In my poor slutty mind, sharing the sleep is the ultimate test… I can let others fuck me, breed me, slam me, piss in me, but I am in that Box…. The Box of the Cum Slut… The territory is known … I know what to expect and what is expected by a slam whore like me… But sleep in a stranger’s bed whom I met few hours ago? In his own bed? That is an unknown territory… The intimacy is a land where I do not visit often. It is tricky… Because when you wake up you become a man with identity. You have to say where you are from … what kind of job you do… the hobbies and the whole nine yard agenda that make us human. And to be human after 23 marks in your back, 7 slams and a face of a still hungry beast is another Box… Yes… there is always a price we pay for the borders and the territories… Do I want to know who he is? Am I going to be disappointed by who he really is… Is he going to be disappointed by the real ME? He opened his eyes… He caught me staring at him… The blue grey Viking eyes penetrating my soul. “Do not look at me when I am not looking at you… Do not try to predict… and do not try to read me… Do you understand?” “Yes sir” I said… “I need to piss. Follow me…” He got up from the bed. Loved the way he walked over the wooden floor… Big bathroom…. White marble and big mirrors… led me to the shower… “Put some soap in your ass…” I did… and then leaned over the marble… The position of a whore… I am well trained… My ass lips were swollen from the fucking of the previous hours so I must confess it was not easy to receive his cockhead at the very first seconds… And he was big… he was thick .. he was uncut… and fully erect… But I am a piss whore… A cumslut… I was not going to complain. All over the mirrors our reflection… two beasts connecting. Me, offering my hole … Him, with closed eyes concentrating and then losing his blender in my ass… Hot piss… I started feeling a slight buzz… chem piss… my kind of breakfast. He started piss fucking me… Noises of piss escaping my ass… He seemed to enjoy it … Didn’t need poppers… didn’t need anything… Just his chem piss and the sight of our mating from the bathroom mirrors… “Now, look at me fucking you under the light…. I give you the permission… And look at yourself… No dark rooms… no sauna slings… Look yourself in the mirror… A chem slut… A piss whore… That’s who you are… And now concentrate just in you.. not me… Do not look at me… I am just a cock in your ass… No more, no less… Look at you and only you… Damn, you are still tight… I am close to give you another poz load… Look at yourself… you hold too much… you ask for release and then you built walls and fucking defenses… I should have left you in that fucking basement…” And he kept on fucking… telling me about what he has planned for me. About the room where he plays with the sling and the fuck bench, the new Tina he ordered… about the double slams he was going to prep for my veins… and the guests he has already invited to arrive in a few hours And he kept on fucking… And I saw myself in the bathroom mirror… piss squishing, escorted by his cum… deep in my inner walls… music in my ears indeed… And I thought… “Yes, I am safe… I am still in the same Box… The same border… the same territory…”

We took the cab that was parked outside the bar . During the ride, Sir took my hand and put it over his bulge… He liked the way I was squeezing his hard cock… The taxi stopped in front of a grey building… Nice area…. He told me to stay with the cab driver and he went inside the heavy iron. The driver gave me a lazy look from his mirror. Our eyes met. In his 50’s, grey moustache. Probably Turkish, because he asked me something in that language… I answered in English and that was all… no more talk… No idea if he knew I was high from sex and drugs… Most of the times I can hide my condition easily… I hoped I did a good job not showing the adrenaline of the chems … and my need to get fucked was not that obvious …. The Norwegian came back… He was only absent for five minutes… In my time zone it looked like an hour…. He said to the driver to take us to another address… Put my hand again back to his fly… it was open this time… I took his thick uncut cock in my palm.. thick… and the foreskin like velvet…. He put his hand on my neck and pushed me head down… I should have worried about the driver… or if someone would have seen me sucking Sir’s cock… But the driver seemed to be ok with the whole scene and the glasses of the car were dark enough…. I started to suck… Sir was hard… at one point I felt his piss floating my mouth… I didn’t waste any drop of his chem piss… I started to feel the light buzz… I was kept on blowing him… He was giving me instructions how to take him down to the root… He seemed to enjoy gagging my throat… He asked me if I wanted a nice thick Turkish cock in my ass…. My moaning of pleasure was exactly the answer he wanted to hear… I was sucking him for more than ten minutes (whatever time zone)… And suddenly the taxi stopped… Sir held my from the neck… “Stay”, he said. I kept on sucking… I heard the driver’s door open and then the door from my side… From the corner of my eyes I saw we were parked in a deserted parking lot behind an empty factory… I felt a finger poking my hole… Sir took me at the edge of the back seat without removing his cock from my mouth…I got comfortable on my knees… Sucking Sir and offering my ass to the Turkish Taxi Driver… I felt his thick cut cockhead rubbing my ass ring and then went right in… His breath got short when he realized that he was sliding in an already cummy ass… It was the first time I was getting fucked by a Turk and hearing him telling me in his own words how he loves to fuck sluts like me… and he was going to plant his seed in me like a whore… Sir gave me some poppers… I needed them… Although my hole was well fucked the driver’s cock was way too thick… Loved it… The Driver took also some of the poppers that Sir gave him and then started to increase his speed…. “Take his load whore” … Sir whispered to me… And the seed I took… The Taxi Driver gave my a last thrust and then with heard him losing his breath while he unloaded in my ass…. And then he stayed in… “Piss in him” Sir ordered the driver… I felt his piss warming my hole… Taxi driver started to laugh… and kept on pissing… “You better not let any of that piss leak on the car seat”… Sir told me in a harsh voice, making sure that I should not misunderstand his command… Taxi driver took a paper towel and cleaned himself… while I went away behind a corner and let all the piss and cum out of my hole… Like a dog… How low can I get… I silently asked myself… but the animal in me that was still hungry… I went back to the car… Sir and the driver were smoking a cigarette talking like buddies from the Army or something.... I got back in the back seat and then Sir got back next to me… “Thank your fucker in your native language… He wants to make sure that you are not Turk”… So I said in Greek “You were a Good fucker… Thank you for giving me your load…” The Driver laughed… and then he said “Kalimera” I laughed… It is the Greek word for “Good morning”… Yes, indeed the morning has started just fine with a load and a piss from a Turk taxi driver and I am on my way to the sauna where I will be probably gangbanged and surely slammed with more chems… True… A Kalimera… People were going to their offices… riding their bikes… driving their cars… A day in a life… Living the life of common people… The life so many songs are singing about… and me… Where am? Where do I go? Why I am here, in the back seat of a taxi driver who has just fucked me and why am I sitting next to a guy whose thick cock I hold in my hand like a dove? Why do I not end the night that became a day and I intend to make it till afternoon … without sleep, asking for more cum more piss more chems? When does this all end? When do I say that’s enough? When enough is enough? Is there ever enough for me? Some questions are not going to be answered… And if there is an answer I am not going to give it today… Not while the taxi takes me to my next destination… there where my Norwegian Master wants me to be... But somehow I feel like a lamb… aiming for a holy sacrifice… another kind of Iphigenia… only this time the temple is going to be a bath house… and my altar will be a sling… or a fuck bench… both will do… Sir seems to read my mind… “Boy… don’t put logic behind things… I see you struggle … Your mask works well with the others… not with me… Trust me and you are not lonely in this… “ “Sir, I will say it only once… Cumdumps get lonely… that is true… But what is another undeniable truth is that even Tops and Masters get lonely… That is why I am still in the back seat of this taxi… You are as lonely as I am and maybe even lonelier...” He looked at me… Poker face… He could have given me a punch… He could have me thrown out of the taxi… Instead he kissed me… Like he cared… Like he loved… “Too much logic…. You’ll need stronger doses when I ‘ ll slam your veins in the sauna… “ he said…

My current fantasy is to attend the Fickstutenmarkt in Berlin with a red hood over my head.

I prefer to get fucked in public. Bathhouses and porn shops in the arcades. I love having guys take turns on me.

I have been dreaming of getting my stepson drunk to the point of passing out and then his father and I rim his tight virgin hole . I then film his father's cock entering him and fucking him raw. And then I ride his cock until he cum's in me.

To have a poz twink or two spend a week breeding my ass and knocking me up.

Looking to be turn into a hell hound by force. Destroy the good in me and claim me for the forces of darkness. Watch as slowly I become the beast of your fantasy. Inject me roids, growth hormones and wolf blood. Destroying this body so that your hell hound will come out to please you. Collar and train me if dare to the beast i'm meant to be. Mold my body to your pleasure: turn my teeth into fangs, etc.

I once read a scifi story long ago that was set in a society where there was no tabu at all associated with sex and nudity with the only prohibition being forcing anyone to do something they didn't want. Incest, gay sex, everything was fine and accepted at any age. Children didn't feel "abused" since sex wasn't any more stigmatized than say cuddling or shaking hands. I'm not sure such a society would be possible, but it was certainly an interesting idea.

I'm mil so I like to stay DDF. I would love to be in an office with some hot ass flight line maintence guys (a group of about four) all higher ranking and older (CMSgt/LTCol daddy pigs and burly ass men) being forced over a desk and being forced to get every load from every single one of them and no mercy facefucked in between loads worked into my hole.

Part 5-The Event When I woke I wasn’t sure what time it was or how long I had been sleeping, but I could tell the sun was up high in the sky. I made it to the bathroom off the bedroom we were in and took a wicked piss. I noticed the other guys starting to stir and thought we’d all have morning wood. But for some reason all of our cocks were soft although we were all very horny. We tried to get hard with no luck. We couldn’t figure out what was going on. The door was opened and we were let out into the house. Breakfast was waiting for us on the table. We chowed down and headed out to the pool for a bit of sun and fun. Each one of us was approached by the four men while we were out by the pool. I was the first they came over to and offered me a white pill followed by a slam. They then went to Dave, Joey and finally Trent giving each one a pill and a slam. We loved the drugs and went back to swimming. We were extremely horny, but none of us could get hard. We tried sucking each other’s dicks out by the pool with no luck. And none of the men would touch us. Trent was the first to beg one of the men to fuck him. The guy bent Trent over a lounge chair and fucked him right there by the pool. I was surprised to see Joey with one of the other men. Joey was on all fours on a lounge chair getting pounded. Dave and I had the same idea and we attempted to ask the same man. We were told to bend over and he would take turns fucking us till their guests arrived. We all loved the attention our bodies were finally getting. I am not sure how long we were in that position when we were told to get on our backs. I noticed that Joey and Trent were also on their backs getting fucked. We kept alternating from stomach to back throughout the afternoon. As the sun went down we were starting to crash when we were given an ‘injection’ in each of our asses and told; “That will keep you boys for a little while. Go get cleaned up and down to the basement.” We went inside and showered and cleaned up really well as we were told. As we showered I noticed that each of us had developed a nice tan over the past few days of swimming naked. None of us had any tan lines and I thought we all looked hot. When we got down to the basement I noticed a few new items. There were now 4 slings in the basement. Each of us climbed on in and was quickly restrained. A thin man walked in and out host introduced him; “This is Matt and he’ll be your chemist for the party.” I looked across the room at my buddies and wondered what I had gotten them into when Matt came over to me. “Now don’t you worry none bro, I am very good at what I do and you’ll be flying through the entire weekend.” He gave me a white pill and some funny tasting water. “Drink up, it’s gona be a long night.” He then gave me the strongest slam I had ever had. I coughed so hard you would’ve thought I was choking. In a drug haze I watched as he went to each of my buds and did the same to them as he had done to me. After the last one of us was chemed up the music began to play and the lights were dimmed. I saw a steady stream of men coming into the basement. One by one each of us began to be fucked by whom ever wanted our hole. And if our ass was occupied then they would shove their cock in an open mouth. I don’t know if the guy fucking me shot his load or not but after he pulled out another replaced him. Matt kept an eye on all of us to make sure we were hydrated and chemed up. I vaguely remember the entire weekend. I can’t recall all the men who fucked me. The best memory of the weekend I have was the time leading up to Matt chemming me up and as I was crashing from my high and I was being released from my restraints. Matt helped me over to the shower to clean up then up to the bedroom me and my buds occupied. It wasn’t long before all of us were in the bed again. Matt and the owner of the house were standing over us discussing his ‘fee’ for his services. I remember Matt saying; “I’ll take this one” as he pointed down at me. Matt took me to another bedroom and he gave me a little ‘something’ to get me out of my crash. Matt was a little more passionate then I had experience since I began all this some time ago. He kissed me and I kissed him back as we explored each other’s body. It was when I felt his crotch I got a little scared. It felt like he was packing a steel pipe between his legs. When he dropped his shorts I saw the biggest cock I had ever seen. It had to be 12” long and as thick as my wrist. Matt hiked my calves on his shoulders and pressed on inside me. I thought he was going to rip me apart when he slid right on in. It felt amazing to have him inside me. “You got one fine ass there. Maybe I will ask if I can keep you for my own.” I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying with me impaled on his monstrous cock like I was. I thought he’d blow his load and we’d be done. But when he started to pick up the pace and I felt his cock begin to thicken I figured we were almost done. Then he blew his load deep inside me, so deep I thought I would taste it in the back of my throat. He finished cumming and kept on fucking me. He gave me 5 loads before he tired out and took me back to the bedroom where I was finally able to crash.

Part 3-Dave I woke feeling something hard jabbing me in the back. Then a hand grabbed my hard cock and I remembered the events before I passed out. I turned my head and was kissed by Trent as he stroked my cock. I reached back and wrapped my hand around his hard cock and we kissed some more. I never knew I could find so much pleasure in being with another guy like this as we rolled to face each other. Trent moved down to suck my bone as I ran my hands through his long hair. I suggested he shift his position so I could take care of him as he took care of me. We were side by side in 69 sucking and slurping on each other’s tool. I fired into his Trent’s mouth first and he swallowed my load. That must have sent him over the edge and I felt his cock stiffen and begin to spew his tasty cum into my hungry mouth. We got up and headed for the bathroom and a nice shower. I turned on the water and climbed in as Trent climbed in behind me. It was a nice change from showering alone. We helped wash each other and soon were hard again. I turned him around and fucked him right there in the shower before the water got cold and we had to climb out. We got dressed and grabbed some breakfast as we figured out our day. We knew we were going back over the swim and needed to bring someone with us. Trent told me; “Dave & I are supposed to have plans today” “That’s perfect. Where are you meeting him?” “I’m supposed to meet him at his place then we were going to figure out what to do.” “Let’s go get him.” “Ain’t ya suppose to work today?” “Fuck that, I hate that job and this is much more fun. Besides, I blew it off yesterday to swim and I’m already over an hour late for today. I think it’s safe to say I am fired.” We headed out and over to Dave’s house. As usual the door was unlocked and we went inside. We found Dave still in his bed sleeping. Trent & I jumped on top of him to wake him up. “Wake up Dave.” “What the fuck! What are you guys doing here so early?” “It’s almost noon Dave. Get your skinny ass out of bed, its gona be a hot one today and we want to go swimming.” “Where are we gona do that?” “Remember that pool we sneaked into? It turns out the guy who lives there is cool and will let us swim there.” “Yeah, Trent and I spent the day there yesterday and had a blast.” “Cool, I’ll get dressed and grab my board shorts and we can go.” “You won’t need your board shorts, we skinny dip.” “Yeah, like we did that night I got caught.” “Really? That was a lot of fun just swimming around naked.” “Get dressed and let’s go.” Dave got out of bed in his boxer briefs, grabbed some shorts and a shirt off the floor and we were out the door. We made the walk offer to our new friends place quickly and rang his bell. “Nice to see you’re back again. And you brought a new friend.” “Yeah, this is Dave. He was one of the guys with us the other night when we jumped over your fence.” We did the house tour thing again so Dave could see the place. Then we ended up out back so we could hit the pool and work on our tans. We were out there for a while when we were asked if we wanted anything to drink. Like yesterday each of us was brought our requested drink. I was beginning to believe he was putting something in our drinks cause I was starting to feel very horny and was getting a raging hard on. We could tell what ever was in the drinks was hitting Dave especially hard. He had Trent and I carry Dave down to the basement and lift him into the sling. Trent was then restrained on the cross and I on the bench. He alternated between Trent and me with the lashes until Dave started to come around. Dave looked over and yelled out; “What the fuck are you doing to my friends?” The beating stopped as our host walked over to Dave; “Look who’s awake. Now the fun can begin.” Trent and I were released before he pulled out three needles, one for each of us. Dave watch as Trent and I allowed him to inject us with the drugs. He heard each of us cough as the drugs worked into our bodies. Then I went over and began to stroke Dave’s cock as he was prepped for his slam. Our host commanded; “Why don’t you suck his cock and start to prepare his hole for me while I give him what he needs.” Trent took Dave’s cock in his mouth as I began to lick his hole. I was able to watch out of the corner of my eye as the needle was stuck into Dave’s arm and the contents emptied into him. Then I heard him cough and felt his hole open up and start to suck on my tongue. We were told; “Good, there we go. Now he’s ready.” Trent and I moved out of the way as our host moved in and quickly began to fuck Dave. We put an arm around each other as we watched and I felt Trent’s cock poke me in the side. I looked at him and we kissed as Dave was getting what he needed from our host. “Go ahead you two can fuck and suck while I work my new friend here.” We watched as Dave got a good fucking from our host. We made out, sucked a little and fucked a lot. We decided to hold off cumming incase we were asked to fuck a load into Dave. Sure enough after a couple hours I was told to get between Dave’s legs. Trent was told to get in behind me and our host got behind Trent. I slid my cock into Dave’s wet hole as Trent slid into me. I could tell when Trent had his hole filled when he pushed harder into mine. We all started to fuck into the hole before us and pushed back on the cock behind us. It was incredible fucking like this. I felt Trent’s cock thicken and spasm inside me as I unloaded in Dave. I could tell when Trent got his hole creamed when I heard our host grunt out. We finished up and helped Dave out of the sling. As with before we were in the shower area in the corner getting hosed down with piss before we showered up. We swam for a little while longer before we left and headed for Dave’s place. No one spoke on the walk over to Dave’s. When we got to Dave’s and in his room Dave began to cry. Trent and I consoled him and before we knew it he was kissing Trent as I sucked his cock hard. Dave laid on his back and Trent and I mounted his hard cock. Trent didn’t want to be left out and I felt him come up behind me and slide his cock in along side Dave’s. We fucked like that for a good 30 minutes before I felt my balls tighten up and I came without ever touching myself. I believe my orgasms sent Dave and Trent over the edge and they filled my ass with both their loads. We cuddled up in Dave’s big bed and fell asleep.