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Shameless I dated Scott for several years way back when. Looking back now I can see he was an absolute train wreck but he was good at sex and for awhile that was enough. His lips also felt amazing when he swallowed my cock. His usual practice was to popper up and suck and lick my cock as he fingered my hole, segueing to eating my ass, then to use toys on my hole to open me up, and when he determined I was ready, he would align his cock with my hole and sink in balls deep in one long push. He never lasted long but tended to stay hard after shooting, and would go back and forth in using toys and fucking my hole. It was absolutely amazing. Scott was also poz, and the first time I sat down on his bare cock and watched his face as he pumped up into me and eventually flooded my ass with his poz load, well what can I say? I was hooked. His was the first knowingly poz load I ever took. Back then, as now, I was 100% vers but he would only top me, so we would get into three-ways and groups if only so I could at least occasionally get to fuck some ass. Of course he always fucked the other guys, usually fucking them first, loading up several of the asses, so I could slide in afterwards, Scott's poz load the only lube. Without exception, I found the sight of Scott fucking another guy to be an incredible turn-on, and even if he wasn't supportive of the idea that I should be allowed to get fucked by the other guys, and he actively tried to distract me when I tried to get another guy to slip his cock into my ass. Naturally this led to more than some hard feelings. In the final review, we worked our way through quite a few tops and bottoms, but seldom did I get fucked. One Halloween we went to a bar and met another couple. One was dressed like Superman and soon we all headed back to their place. They were a poz/neg couple like we were but they wouldn’t say which was which. We got naked and sat in the hot tub kissing and sucking and then took it inside. The older member of the other couple was kissing Scott and I was playing with the one who had been dressed as Superman. He fingered my hole and felt the load my guy had put in me before we left home and he whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me and I was all for it. I glanced over at Scott who was deep in a 69 with the other guy. Before I knew it my legs were on Superman's shoulders and was sliding into my ass. We had all been drinking and partying and his fuck was not exactly gentle. He pounded into my hole with deep long strokes which quickly got the attention of the other two. I expected my guy to be upset but he actually encouraged them to both fuck me. And fuck me they did. All three of them took turns keeping my holes full of cock. It was one of the best nights of fucking I have ever had. All three fucked loads deep into me. Afterwards we talked for a bit and then Scott and Superman fell asleep. The older of the other couple and I went out to the hot tub and he sank his average length but extremely thick cock back into my well fucked hole and kissed me as he took his time this go round. He told he was the poz one as he fucked another load into me. He fingered my hole and feed me part of the loads that had been fucked into me and kissed me again and again. We left not long after and Scott told me how he had wanted to fuck Superman and even though he didn’t how turned on he had gotten sharing me with that other couple. When we got home he fucked me again—hard, rough, and quick. My mouth and ass sore but extremely satisfied.

Six months from now, last summer I decided to became bareback cum slut. At first I used to go outdoors and give my ass to anybody in the wood or at any other places where horny cocks come to fuck bottoms like me. I have never had so many fuckers per day. At firs I have choosing good looking guys but after a while anybody could fuck me and unload bareback in me. Then I started to visit darkrooms and saunas. Number of bb fuckers tripled then. I receive now over ten cocks when Im going at places like that, and that is almost every day. I recieved so many seed and my slut hole become wider and opened. Now, after six months I decided to go for a test to see if Im poz.

My first attempt at this and purely fiction so cut me some slack, please. And it's getting later (and the story is getting longer) then I intended but if you guys like it, I'll add more. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I work in a call center for a local insurance group. Nothing exciting or very challenging. It's located in a strip mall that used to have a lot more traffic till the economy tanked. As it is its just us and a hair stylist across the parking lot. Across the street is a large park that backs up to the local high school. The park has your normal park bench/tables but as you get close to the high school football field there are some metal bleachers. Now, let me say up front I am not a chicken hawk. I like my men to be MEN! Boys just don't do it for me. Yeah, yeah I hear all the time 'those tight asses', but I'd rather have a man who meets me thrust for trust and whose ass knows just exactly how to suck on my cock! On the flip side, (pun intended), if I'm the bottom I don't want my top to blow his load in three strokes or he just shoves it in and out with no finesse. Give me an experienced man any day. I get an hour for lunch so I generally grab my lunch and a book and head over to the park. My lunch is usually at 1:45 so the kids are usually in class anyway. One day I was seated at one of the park tables eating my lunch. The table was located under a large spruce which provided some nice shade on the hotter afternoons. This particular day I glanced-up when someone took a seat at the other end and opposing side of the table. The guy who had just settled onto the bench was one of the hottest young men I've seen in my 32 years. He was right on the cusp of manhood, but still has that boyish look, like he could be anywhere from 15 to 21. He stands around 5' 6", but compact as hell, maybe around 110 pounds. He was wearing a form-fitting Champion shirts that one might buy at Target, and he was obvious had had a great six pack going on, as well as the 'Y' shaped bod most of us older men fondly remember and remember fondling years later. He had dark brown chestnut hair with hints of red, a smooth complexion that was pale as milk, even in the middle of August, a small rather sharp nose, a strong chin, over all the type of classic looks that would get you anywhere or anything. I'm not a slouch but I'm nothing like this kid. I'm 6' and around 180lbs. I do my yoga, ride my bike and watch what I eat, so I'm slim, but not ripped like this kid. I have normal brown hair with a fair share of silver which started when I was 16. I have a very young looking face but with the silver in my hair and my goatee it cause people to give me a second glance. I have attractive features some say I'm handsome, others say I'm cute, so I guess I some where in the middle. Also, from all my biking I also have a great ass, and my cock, although not porn star material, at just over eight inches, and is a little thicker then most. The other thing about me is I never pull out. I can't, no matter how hard I try. It's as if my body refuses to stop till the seed is planted. I'm the same way as a bottom don't you dare pull out till every drop is where it should be. As I checked him out, (discretely, I thought), the guy look over at me and asked "Ahhh, is it ok if I sit here? It's kind of hot on the bleachers and it's easier for me to do my study hall outside away from... I mean I'd rather be outside then cooped-up." "Sure, not like I need the whole bench for my seven course meal," smiling at him and my joke. Apparently my approach hit home 'cause he smiled, seemingly a bit more at ease. I got back to my book as he unloaded his backpack, taking out a couple of books and some paper. I was trying desperately to concentrate on my book, but after reading the same sentence for the fifth time in ten minutes, it was pretty obvious (at least to me), that this wasn't going to work. I was just about to head back to work when the guy wadded up the sheet of paper on which he'd been doing some figures, and angrily ripped another sheet from his notebook. "Having some problems there?" I couldn't help but ask. "Yeah I'm not to bright and this math isn't really easy for me." "Well, some people just don't have a knack for math. My sister is one of them. She's a wiz with grammar though and can write a thesis in no time flat, but balancing a checkbook is like rocket science to her." "Well, that may be but I'm not good at math and no good for most things, as I'm just not that bright." This struck me as pretty odd, since as good looking as he was, I expected he'd be bragging about something, anything, but instead he just keep putting himself down. My paternal instincts start to kick in and I just want to help this kid. "Here let me take a look and see if I can help." I reach over for his book. "Do you mind?" "Oh no, here" and he hands over his book, albeit a bit reluctantly. As I took a look at the book, I saw that it was basic algebra, which I had studied it in my freshman year. I thought to myself "Maybe he isn't so bright but damn, with those looks he really doesn't need to be." "Which problem are you working on?" "Number 12." "Ok, so here we have..." and we spent the next 20 minutes working on his assignment. To my surprise he wasn't really stupid, he just didn't know how to approach the problem, even if he seemed to know the rules of algebra. Once I showed him where to start the analysis, he got right down to it, and he seemed quite capable, so I just handed him the book and said "Ok, do it." After a minute or so he said with a happy smile, "I think I've got this now." "Sure looks like it to me, but hey, I have to get back to work. Oh, and by the way, my name is Jason." "Quinn. Very nice to meet you. Uh, I know we just met and all, but can I ask you a favor?" Here it comes. He's been hustling me and now comes that hit on. "Sure you can ask" I replied very flatly. "I see you out here every day. If I have any more problems with my home work, could I run them by you?" Caught completely off-guard because this was NOT what I was expecting, all I can do is nod my head and stutter "Ahhh sure, yeah ok, but shouldn't you ask your parents for help?" He looked at me, obviously surprised by my question, and replied "You don't know who I am?" "Yeah sure, you're Quinn, the kid I just helped. Should I know more?" At this Quinn lit-up like a Christmas tree and replied with a smile "No, not really," as packed-up his book and papers, got-up and began the walk back to the school. As he left I had a clear view of the sweetest ass ever. It wasn't quite a bubble butt, more like just RIGHT THERE. And it was so firm I found myself wishing I was his shorts, especially since it was obvious he didn't wear any underwear. Then he turned around and called-out, "Hey Jason, if you're up for it, could you help me tomorrow? I have a test on Friday and could really use your help." "Sure" as I swallowed and literally wiped the droll that was trying to escape the corner of my mouth. This was how it started. Next thing I knew I was tutoring Quinn on my lunch break, which was a combination of shear torture, frustration and pride. Yes pride, 'cause although this young man had my hormones racing, it also felt good to be able to help someone who really needed it. It turned-out Quinn was very bright, but no one seemed to want to take the time to find out. I also noticed that the other kids seem to avoid him. As discretely as I could, I asked him about their behavior and he shrugged it off, saying "Their parents don't want them around me 'cause of my mother. Besides I'm too old." Thinking very quickly, I decided to explore the less-sensitive of the two prongs he brought-up, so I responded "Now that's an odd thing to say. How old are you?" "I turned 19 two weeks back. They say I'm to old to stay here, but as long as I don't cause any problems I can finish out the year. I got held back a couple of years cause my mom didn't get me to school enough and I missed too many days." "I'm sorry to hear that, but we'll get you through with flying colors" and with that I grinned, and again he lit-up. Damn I loved to see him smile like that. It's as if the sun had gone nova or something. Then a few weeks later, when I got back from my lunch break, my friend John, who was also my supervisor, came-up and quietly said "So smooth, ain't he. Young and nubile yet knows just what to do." "What the fuck" I asked just a bit to loudly "are you insinuating?" All I could see was red and I was on the verge of decking my supervisor and friend. He was not put-off, however. "Oh please. Don't get all high and mighty with me. Everyone know's Quinn's mom pimps him out and he just about the best 'ride' out there." It was like someone just dumped ice water on me. I just stood there, shocked, my mouth agape. That a woman could do that to her own son! And then to have a friend, who I thought knew me better, then all-but accuse me of joining in on the fun was just to much. In a very quiet voice I looked stared at John saying merely "You have confused me with one of your sick perverted fantasies, and you evidently don't know me, and for that matter I guess I don't know you as well as I thought I did. If you EVER bring this up to me again I will have you in front of HR so fast you'll have no clue what hit you, and then I'll let Missy know just how much you know about that 'smooth ride'! With that I turned around and went to my desk seething the entire way. For the next hour I couldn't get a damn thing right. My calls sucked, my follow-ups where none existent, and finally I got a call from the branch manager, Tim, to come into his office. As I entered the office I saw John was also there and the anger I had tried to control burst out: "Just what the fuck did you tell him? Did you just telll him about what you thought I was...." "JASON!" Tim said firmly "there is something we need to discuss and I need you to settle down please. Now this is a small office and conversations are easily overheard. Now, close the door and take a seat." As I turn a glaring eye on John I noticed he looked a bit dejected, and he was beat red. "I happened to be coming in the back door from my lunch when I over heard you two talking. Now as branch manager I'm required to report inappropriate comments from supervisors to employees to the HR department, regardless of whether or not the individuals are, or used to be, friends." With this he gave a rather flat look to John, "but I would prefer to handle this another way - if you two consent." Just by the tone of his voice, I was sure John had already consented to whatever Tim had in mind, so I needed to be careful. "Ok, how do you want to handle this." "Well, it may surprise you to know I know Quinn, and have always felt he had more potential, but I've never been in a position to help. I now find myself in a position to where I can give a small amount of assistance. It seems you've taken him under your wing and have been helping him with his homework. Don't look so surprised, Jason, You used to come back from lunch 15 minutes early, and now you're racing for the time clock, generally five minutes late. So I figured that we could make this a win-win for almost everyone." Again he gave John that flat look that basically said 'Except for you and you'd better just like it.' Tim continued his remarks, saying "I'd like you to increase your tutoring efforts with Quinn, and I'll give you an extra half hour for lunch that you can devote to this purpose. To cover the lost time either John will cover your shift, or if you prefer, you can simply work a half-hour longer each day, your call. In addition, given the onset of Fall and Winter, I'll give you the keys to the empty office next door so you can tutor Quinn in there. In addition I'll have a coffee pot set-up, or hot chocolate for you two, as well as provide paper and pens. You think about it and you can let me know by the end of the week." "No that wont be necessary" I replied without hesitation. John's head jerked-up and he was sweating like a pig with that deer in-the-headlights look. "I'll do it. I'll just work an extra half-hour at the end of the day." John suddenly look relieved, but didn't look at me or Tim. Tim looked at John, asking "Does that work for you?" Rising to his feet, John replied "Yes sir, I'll take care of the supplies for the next room and get the coffee and cocoa" and with that he headed for the door. "John, don't forget to get Jason a set of keys as well." "Yes sir" and with that he was out the door. As I stood to follow John, Tim said "Jason, please shut the door and take a seat." I shut the door, took a seat, and gave Tim a sexy wink, trying to make my voice sultry "Yes, boss, anything for you, sir!" Tim and I went way back. We actually roomed together in college, and although he is now married, he and I had some fun times before then. Now he's totally devoted to Laura, his wife and she in turn loves me to death so all's good, but Tim and I still occasionally chuckle about the old days. Tim laughed and then said, "Hey, I need to tell you a few things okay. Just between us." With that I had the worrisome thought 'Is everyone fucking this poor kid?'. "Don't get that look. It's not what you're thinking. You know how long Laura and I've been married." "Well duh I WAS your best man, or was I her brides maid? One of the two, at any event." We both chuckled at that. "Ok, smart ass. How long have Laura and I been married?" "You two were married Dec 21, 1994 'cause you wanted everyone to be there, so you lined-it up with Christmas since everyone was going to be there for the holiday." "Right. And you remember my bachelor party?" "Well some of it. I kind of got lost under Jack Daniels so that I had an excuse for not playing touchy feely with the lap dancer. Ick. For days all I could remember about her was her boobs, and I remember thinking 'I just don't see what you guys see in them'." "Jason,....that lap dancer is Quinn's mom." "OH! SHIT!" "OH wait, OH HELL NO!" I'm mentally adding up dates and suddenly it dawns on me. "Is Quinn your son!? No he can't be. He doesn't look anything like you." As I said this, Tim reached into his desk drawer and pulled out an old photograph, sliding it across the table to me. "This is my father when he married my mom. I took after her, but do you see what I see?" And there in the photo was Quinn, Maybe not exactly Quinn but close enough. Tim continued saying "I've always wanted to help him, but as understanding as Laura is, I'm not sure she'd be THIS understanding. I can't see her accepting that I fathered a son with the town whore. I don't think it would fly too well. So yes, I do have an ulterior motive, but I know you'll do what's best for him and I trust you." "Well thank you for telling me and I fully understand. I love Laura to death but yeah, somethings are better left unsaid." I left Tim's office feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all. I never thought helping a young man on my lunch break would open up such a large can of worms! The next week brought with chill winds of autumn and we were both happy to be inside. Quinn and I were quit comfortable around each other by now and I pretty much could read him. Like most people he had his good day and bad days but he never really let it show I could just sense it but knowing his mother and how things where I didn't want to pry to much. One day though we had a major turning point, which I should have honestly expected. Quinn showed up and he seemed very uncomfortable, just kept fidgeting and wouldn't sit still. "Quinn, what's wrong?" "Nothing, I'll be fine." "Ok saying you'll BE fine, means your not fine right now what's wrong?" "I'm just sore. That's all." "Sore?" "Yeah, Mom had some work for me and I guess I just over did it." "Wait, what kind of work?" I could feel my temper working up to a full steam. Quinn just looked at me like he was ready to breakdown. I couldn't take it, so I pulled his chair close to me and put my arm around his shoulders, saying softly, "Hey, you can talk to me. It's ok." "I don't want you to hate me like everyone else." "What?! Why would anyone hate you?" At this he started to shake all over and tears started running down his face "Cause my mother's a whore and I'm a whore too, I have to be 'cause she is." At this I thought he would just shake himself apart. I pulled him tighter to me and stroked his back, which cause's him to flinch. "Hey hey, its alright. I don't hate you, in fact I'm very proud of you, you know that right?" as I backed away a little. "How can you be proud of a whore's son?" "Hey stop that now! Just because your mother chose that doesn't mean that's what you have to be!" "But I am, I've had to in order to have a place to stay or food. Mom uses most what she gets for drugs and if I don't do what she says she will kick me out and I have no place to go and I have to finish school this year or I won't be able to and..." at this point Quinn is starting to get the sub-sups and can't speak to clearly. I move closer to him again sensing he needs comfort, he leans into me but as I put my arms around him he stiffens up. "Hey buddy, it's ok. I won't do anything to you." "It's not that it just hurts." "I know, buddy, people shouldn't treat you like that." "No, it's not just that. My back side hurts" he mumbled and then started sniffing again. "Ok, let's take a look." "NO! You can't see me like that" "Hey, hey, hold on. Take it easy. I just want to make sure you're ok, that's all. I need to know how badly you're hurt." "Please, I don't want you to hate me" he sobbed. I gently took hold of his chin and turned him to face me, and looking directly in his eyes I told him the truth: "Quinn, I will never hate you for what your mother makes you do, or for what other people do to you. I've grown to care for you a great deal. You're practically a son to me. Now please let me see." With a little coaxing I got Quinn to turn around and lift up his shirt. All across this gorgeous young man's back and below the waistband of his pants were welts. I was shaking with rage, and seeing my reaction, Quinn started to cry again. "I knew you'd hate me." I quickly put both my hands on either side of his face and pulled him to me. "I do NOT hate you. I hate who ever did this to you." And with that I leaned over and kissed those perfect lips. It was just a peck, that was all, but every part of my body screamed to make it more. 'This young man is mine - how dare anyone touch him like that' raced through my brain. With ever ounce of my being I pulled back and, with my thumbs, wiped his tears away. "Is it worse below your belt? Did who ever did this to you hurt your privates." I felt kind of silly referring his cock that way, but to my mind he was still a kid, no matter that my hormones were trying to convince me otherwise. "No, it's the same." "Ok." I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Jason, you can ask me anything." "Ok, this isn't going to be easy but I need to know. When your mother has you do these 'jobs' for her, do you use protection?" "Yes. Always. Mom says I'm no good to her if I'm diseased and she makes it clear they can do anything but that." "Ok. I know that but do they ever force you to, well you know, not use protection?" "Once in a while, but I never let them and I'm always careful to keep an eye on everything cause if I get diseased then I'll have no place to go." "Ok, well that is not true." And with that I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote my address and phone number down for him. "You can call me or come over anytime. I don't care if it's two in the goddamn morning. If you need a place, call me or come over. He looked at the address and asked "Hey, this is over by Shanty Mart, right?" "Yeah, just cross the street and two houses down. With all the plants in front." Hey I'm gay, okay, and have to have a front yard to make Martha proud! Quinn sagged into my chest and mumbled "Thank you Jason, you don't know what this means to me." He hugged me and turned then around as if he was afraid again, saying "I need to get going. Mom will be expecting me home soon." "Ok, but remember call or come over if you need to/" "I will" as he headed out the door. Two days later it was Saturday and I had a full day: grocery shopping and running errands in the rain sucks, and not in a good way! I was in my robe, and having just finished dinner, I was washing up dishes. As I glanced-out the window I saw someone walking on the sidewalk across the street. I didn't think much at first, other then the poor sucker should have a rain coat or something. A bit later, as I was rinsing I saw what seemed to be the same person walking by, going the other way. Again at first I didn't think much about it - whoever it was just must have forgotten something at the market. But then a third trip and I realized the person seemed to be looking at my house and he (or she) had my full attention. As I peered through the rain, trying to get a clear view, I thought 'That can't be Quinn', but I put down my dish towel and headed for the door, knowing internally that it was him. I opened the door as he was headed down the street yet again. "Quinn?" He stops and turns around and looks at me. Even at this distance I can tell he's upset. "Quinn, get in here now!" He jumped, but hurried towards my house. "I'm sorry Jason, I didn't know where else to go" He sobbed, throwing himself into my arms. Now, as hot as it is to have a gorgeous young man throw himself into your arms, it's not so much when you are wearing only a bath robe and the gorgeous young man is soaked to the bone in 30 degree rainwater. Perhaps 97% of my body was eager to get the hell away from the cold, while 3% of my body was stretching up to get a better view. It's amazing how my dick has its own brain. I swear it does! "That's why I gave you my address, silly. Come in and let me get you something warm to eat and wear." I pulled him into the house, and he stood there, dripping water everywhere. "Ok, hold on. Stand right there and take your shoes and clothing off." I swear my dick was doing talking and it just over-rode my brain. I went to my bedroom, grabbing a spare robe as well as some towels out of the closet. Coming out of my room and I swear my cock just snickered that he had gotten one over on me. When I told Quinn to take off his clothing, It never crossed my mind what the total impact of seeing this young god completely naked would have on me. Now I found myself stopped dead in my tracks, my jaw on the floor, fighting with my hormones. Even as I took in the scene, I found myself telling myself he was too young, that he was just a kid, he wasn't my type: Quinn's body was ever more perfect then I thought. It was fairly obvious he did some serious abs work outs as he sported a washboard stomach, full pecs, and the smallest nipples I'd even seen. His legs were muscular, and not one pubic hair to be found, no treasure trail, no peach fuzz on the balls, nothing. Of course this only made what looked to be no less then a 10 in cock to look even bigger. I though 'How can someone that petite have such a huge cock? I mean if he gets hard he'll just tip over'. I couldn't stop staring. Frankly, he looked like Michelangelo's David, just with a better dick. Absolutely perfect. "Ahhmmm, my mom makes me shave it all off. She says that the guys like that." Poor Quinn. He was flushing beet red, mistaking my stare of lust for repulsion. "No, it's ok. I just forgot you don't wear underwear." "How did you know that I don't?" Oops. Caught. "Well, ahhh, with the shorts you were wearing this summer it would have been obvious if you did." "Oh, ok. Hey, could I have the towel please? I'm freezing." With a guilty start I rush over to him and handed him the towels. "I'm so sorry. Here, dry off and then put on this robe. Have you eaten? I'll make some hot chocolate to warm you up." With that I dashed into the kitchen, calling out "I just finished putting away some chicken Cesar salad - if you'd like some." "I don't want to inconvenience you more then I already have." "Quinn, stop it. I just said I just put it away. It's right here and you're never an inconvenience. Ok?" I quickly threw together a salad for him and had just set it on my kitchen table when he walked in wearing nothing but my robe, his wet clothing in his hads. Fuck, I was jealous of that robe right then and there - wrapped around his body like that. "What should I do with these?" "Here, let me have them." I took the clothing from him, wrapping them up in the towel he had used to dry off, just so the clothing didn't drip all over the floor. "Sit down and eat and I'll put these in the wash" I hear the hair slide across the floor as I open the closet with the washer and dryer and get his clothes started. I come back into the kitchen and he's packed away the salad already. "Damn were you hungry or what? Do you want some more? I have plenty really." "No thank that was plenty, but can I have another cup of chocolate please?" "Of course" I grabbed his empty cup and turned quickly so as not to stare - the robe has parted in all the wrong <RIGHT> places and I was trying to control myself. I filled the cup with water, shoved it into the microwave and turning, asked "So, what's up?" "Mom has a job and I needed to be else where, and as it's too late to hang at the mall, I thought I'd see if it was ok to come over." The microwave shut off and I took out the water, added the coco, stirred it up and turned to face Quinn who was seated at my table practically naked. I set the cup down in front of him and sat in the chair across from him with the table hiding everything below the waist. Just looking at his chest was problematic enough. "Well you welcome to stay the night if you don't mind the couch. It folds out into a bed so you should be comfortable enough." "Really? You don't mind? Do you want anything in exchange?" He said this almost fearfully like he expected the worst. "No, my young friend, I don't expect anything in return." "Jason, can I ask you something?" "Of course." "Are you gay? You never talk about women, but you also have never tried anything with me, although it seems at times like you would like to." "Yes, I'm gay, but I've only ever wanted to help you. I don't take advantage of kids." "I'm 19. Only to my mom's 'friends' am I a kid." "Well, I'm NOT your mom's friend. In fact, and I'm sorry if I upset you when I say this, but I'd gladly string her up by her twat and hang her for what she's done to you!" I had to take a few deep breaths to collect myself, 'cause again I was at war with myself. Part of me was infuriated with the injustice of what she did to him, and in my mind, no one had the right to touch MY boy! "I'm not upset. I've kind of stopped loving her. I just stay there 'cause I have to to finish school." "Okay. Well, enough depressing shit. Are you tired or do you want to watch a movie? Also, you're more then welcome to use the shower anytime you like. Just use the towels hanging next to it. They're clean." "I think I'll take a shower and go to bed." "Okay, young man. While you shower I'll make up the bed and I'm gonna hit the sack myself. Help yourself to the kitchen if you get hungry." With that we both stood up and his robe parted briefly. He gathered the robe back in place, but not before my dick took notice. I quickly adjust my robe and headed down the hall to get fresh sheets for his bed. Quinn followed right behind me. "Bathroom is right here. Help yourself." Quinn walked past me, only to stop, and turning towards me, he said "Jason, thank you so much." With that he hugged me and I could see he was trying not to cry. I put my arms around him, as I also firmly clenched my dick between my thighs. "Hey bud its what friends do" Quinn then kissed my neck and I think I heard him mumble "I love you" and then he was off into the bathroom. I grabbed the linen and headed over to make the bed thinking 'Fuck. I'm gonna have blue balls for days'. I made-up his bed and my task done, I headed into my room. I usually sleep naked but figured I should probably better put something on, so I grabbed a pair of loose boxers and got into bed. I could hear Quinn when he got out of the shower and a minute or so later I heard him rummaging around, getting settled into bed. Surprisingly, I quickly fell asleep, and I found myself having the most incredible dream. David had come to life just for me. He's gently caressing my chest and ever so delicately nibbling my tits, as he whispered to me "No one's ever been so good to me. Jason, I think I might be in love with you" as he kept touching my body, and in the process, carefully slid his hand into my boxers and took out my cock. It was completely covered in precum. I'm a slimer and can soak through the front of a pair of jeans in no time. He slid his hand up and down my shaft, caressing my cock, slowing milking more precum out of me, fondling my balls with his other hand, still very softly, as if he was afraid of moving to much. I found myself gasping at the sensation: it was so gentle and my body tingled all over. My cock jerked and I can feel it was oozing yet more cum. Suddenly David's hands were gone and the bed shook. About then I started to become aware that I might be experiencing more than a dream - especially when I felt a man's back press up against my chest and an ass pressing up against my cock. "Quinn?" I felt a hand grasping the base of my cock, and I gasped, unable to speak. "Hmmmm, yes. Do you like this Jason?" Quinn was now sliding my cock head all over his tight opening, and in the process, of course, his hole was covered in my precum. I gasped, trying to think, but my cock was over riding all rational thought. "Quinn..., I can't...." "Sshh. It's ok. I've never been with a man I wanted to be with, I WANT to be with you." "Quinn you don't understand, I can't...." As I was searching for the right words to explain that once I started I couldn't stop, my cock head popped into his tight hole. Now I was gone. The sensation of Quinn's tight ass massaging my cock head was more then I could take. I stopped trying to speak as Quinn gently rocked back and forth, working more of my cock and precum into his hole. I tried one last time "Quinn you need to know something." "Yes I need to know what it feels like to be with someone I love to be with someone that wants me for me" And I do, cause I really do want him. Want to make him mine. I put my arms around him and pull him to me as I start to work my cock deeper into his ass. I precum is slicking up the way but I'm still thicker then most so I'm taking my time knowing my cock is spurting up his ass and lubing him up good. I as I gently work my cock in and out of his ass I use one hand to pull his face to me and gently kiss his lips. It start out soft like everything about this did but it quickly get more passionate. Quinn is like a drowning man gasping for his last breath. He's pushing his ass back onto my cock and trying to swallow my tongue. I feel him wince as he pushes a bit more then he should. "Easy baby no need to rush I got you and I got what you need. Let me do the work" I gently pull back to just the crown and flex my cock. I can feel the precum oozing out of my head lubing up his tight ass. Gasping "Oh my god that feels so good" I flex my cock again and Quinn moans. Now that I've got a couple of good squirts of precum I slide an inch back in. "Feel that baby" I flex again. That's me lubing up your hole, that's my precum and my dna getting into you. Your going to be mine more then you counted on" I slide another inch into him and stop to flex again. Now my other hand is caressing his chest and my lips have found his ears. I'm not sure which is more sensitive for him as each time I tweak his nip's his ass spasms around my cock but each time I nibble his ear he tries to push further back. I've got 4 inches in his sweet ass and my cock wants to charge the rest of the way in but I want this to last and I have to make Quinn mine I have to do to him what no one has over done. I'm going to make love to him but I'm also going to poz him up. I can't help it. I want him, he has to be mine. I tried to tell him but once my cock was in he was going to be bred and it was my toxic seed, my dna that would be knock him up. I pull back a 1/2 inch only to give me twice that back. "Jason <gasp>, Oh my god, Jason OH" Quinn can seem to finish what he's trying to say as each time he starts I push in a bit more of my cock. "Ok baby here you go here's the last bit" and with that I shove the last inch of my cock deep in this tight ass. Damn it feels like a python is squeezing my dick. This boy is as tight as they come even considering what his mom makes him do. I pull him tighter against me and roll over on my back. He lays his head against my head board and I start to pull out, the grip on my dick is amazing and then when just my cock slide out and thrust it all back in at once. Quinn lets out a moan and his ass just quivers around my cock. I slowly pull out and ram it back in a few more time getting him loosened up. Now I have him turn around and face me. Damn the boy is hung and I'm going to enjoy having that in my ass but that's for another time. My cock is in place and be damned if he's coming out before his job is done. I grab Quinn's hips and raise him up and then drop him on my cock. His eye's open wide as my cock viciously rams his prostate and cum squirts out his cock. He isn't cuming yet just my cock hitting him just right to force some of his boy juice onto my chest. Oh fuck that's hot. I repeat the process and am rewarded with a couple more shots of cum on my stomach. Quinn is moaning and grinding down on my cock like he's cowboy at a rodeo. I'm getting close but I need to do that job right. I pull Quinn to my chest and roll us over so he's on his back. He instinctively wraps his legs around my waste. I grind down into him hitting is sweet spot and making his cock jump. I can feel my own venom building up, my balls are aching my cock is flaring up for the bite. I start to pummel his ass hitting his spot every other thrust. Quinn is alternating between gasping and moaning. Suddenly he stiffens up and without any other friction other then our sliding stomach he shoots his load between us. He's shuddering like he's in the middle of a seizure and his ass is milking my dick for all its worth. This is just to much and my cock expands and lashes out. Its sends its venom deep into Quinn's ass making him ours. My cock feels like its never going to stop shooting. I've shoot at least 7 times deep into his ass and I'm still throbbing and pulsing inside him. Quinn has his arms wrapped around my neck and is kissing me and crying at the same time. "shh shh its ok baby I'll take care of you" "Jason no one has ever made me feel like that. They don't care how I feel the just fuck me and they don't care how I feel" I sit up with my cock still nestled in his ass "I'm not like those guys when I say I'll take care of you I mean it" "yeah I....Jason....what's that?!" With a shaky finger he points to tattoo on my left pec. "You know what that is and what it means don't you?" "OH NO! Jason NO!"

Maybe if I write this all down, I can maybe figure out why I did this. It all happened so fast. When I first started talking with Jordan on Grindr, I wouldn't have guessed that he was HIV positive. I know that you can't really tell but I just didn't expect such a hot guy to have HIV. It wasn't until our third date as we were walking through the French Quarter that Jordan revealed as much. Maybe it was because Jordan was so hot, or perhaps it was because I had had a boner for the previous half hour as I glanced at his bulge while we were walking and talking. For whatever the reason, I wasn't as shocked as I thought I would be. I wasn't as shocked as I thought I would be the first time I sucked off Jordan. And I wasn't shocked as I swallowed the big load delivered by his enviable, long and thick cock. So, I probably shouldn't have been shocked a couple of weeks later when I was laying in my bed face down as he was about to fuck me for the first time. He was so sweet and charming. He could have talked me into anything and he didn't even have to try and persuade me. It was two months of pent up desire: I HAD TO FEEL HIS DICK INSIDE ME, I wanted to scream. "Are you certain you don't want me to wear a condom?" he asked me. Okay, I guess it was more of a warning than a question. His question subtly reminded me he wasn't undetectable. He had explained that in switching meds his viral level was a "...little out of control." There was no reasoning with me, though, as I NEEDED him to fuck me, and I had to feel it raw. "Fuck me," was all I could manage to say in response. Before I knew it his tongue was in my hole and I was in heaven. And shortly thereafter his dick was slowly fighting its way into my tight hole. "Are you sure you want it?" he asked ever so gently. Only one response came to mind: "Fuck yes!" Jordan tried to reassure me or maybe persuade me. "We can stop at any point. Just say when you want me to stop." All I could focus on was the bliss of his thickness slowly plunging into me. I was somewhat surprised at how good it felt as in the past, even smaller cocks had hurt more. I suppose Jordan knew exactly how to fuck me. It was supposed to be this way, or so it seemed. Before I knew it, he was slowly pumping me all the way in and out. I can't explain how incredible it felt. In any event the experience was beyond intoxicating. Still, looking back I suppose I should have been shocked when Jordan seemed to transform. The gentle soft-spoken PhD student from Shreveport started to say some rather dark things in my ear. "I had a feeling you would like a poz dick fucking your ass." Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew this was a rather fucked up thing for him to say. But, I was too turned on to dispute him. And that only seemed to encourage him, "Yeah, take my poz dick in your tiny boyhole, you little slut." I felt kinda ashamed, and a little afraid hearing Jordan verbalize such notions. But, I was also turned on. And I never thought such deviance could arouse me so much. Before I knew it, I was encouraging him with each thrust. My feedback only seem to reinforce his darker tendencies. Only moments later, he past the point of all decency and conventional norms when he murmured softly into my ear "Each time I pump my dick into you, I'm taking a month of your life away from you." Then he slammed his dick into me harder than usual as if he wanted me to take extra notice. A few pumps later, he casually remarked "There go the rest of your 20s." In the back of my mind, I knew this was crazy. But, why then was I so turned on? A few moments later, he piston-fucked me relentlessly and then paused for a moment to comment "There went your 30s." I didn't quite get what he was saying until that point. "I'm fucking the life out of ou right now." I felt a sense of panic but the pleasure was still all-too-consuming. "Here go your forties," he said followed by ten deliberate jabs. The thrusts were unbelievably erotic though and the display of power he was showing me was persuasive. "You want more?" he asked as my mind raced to find some logic. I couldn't find it. "Yes, fuck my fifties away," I responded. Without a word he immediately complied. I didn't think he could hit me any deeper inside, but somehow his next series of jabbing thrusts hit a place deep inside me that I never experienced. I shrieked unexpectedly. But, found the pleasure still consumed me. My orgasm was mounting. I was confused, excited, terrified, but spell-bound. I didn't want him to stop. "You are getting closer and closer to death," he whispered into my ear and he jack-hammered me. I had no sensation of time as he jackhammered my hole. I had never before been so rock hard. And my ass felt incredible full of his cock. Then he announced "You are nearing your eighties now. I don't think you're gonna make it much pass 100." It was only then that logic managed to creep into my brain: I'm lettinng a poz guy fuck me. This is fucking crazy! Still I couldn't bring myself to object. "This poz dick is taking your last remaining years," he commented just before he started to moan and grunt, finally asking "Are you ready to die?!?" As I felt his cock stiffen even harder I nearly screamed "Fuck yeah, kill me with your cock!" His pace was frantic, and I was about to shoot my load any moment. "Get ... unh .. read .. for .. oblivion!!" I felt his hands grab my neck and he squeezed unbelievably hard. What the fuck? "Hey!" I tried to yell, but his clasp around my neck tightened and I found I couldn't make a sound. I was dizzy and light-headed. Maybe all the blood was going to my cock? I was barely conscious as felt his dick erupt inside me, but, just as Jordan unloaded in my hole I realized I was also shooting my jizz. I tried to catch my breath, but then everything went black. I woke up three hours later to a splitting headache. Jordan was gone and my ass was very sore. Had Jordan choked me to the point of causing me to pass out? What the hell just happened? That was two weeks ago. Jordan hasn't answered my phone calls or texts since then. What the fuck?!

I normally share my recent hookups with you guys, but something happened recently that somehow reminded me of the exact moment in my youth that I realized that I loved to be a cum receptacle for horny tops. This happened to me when I was about 18 and in my first year at college - that's when I realized I was a total cum whore, an insatiable bottom, making this discovery the first time I was shared and passed around to a bunch of horny older tops. I wasn't turned into the whore I am: I'm sure I was born as a total whore. When I was eighteen I met a guy, John, while cruising a city park restroom. He was 29, an extremely tall, good looking, muscular, masculine guy with blond, curly hair and piercing blue eyes. John had a distinguished, professional look about him, and gave the impression he may well have been an accountant or lawyer, but I learned when John was turned on and naked, he was one nasty and sexually aggressive guy. While in the restroom I sucked his dick at the urinals for a bit, but it was somewhat risky as a lot of families were in the park that day, and we were interrupted several times, so when John suggested we go back to his nearby apartment, I readily agreed. Back at his apartment John didn't waste any time but fucked me, afterwards we lay together, caressing and kissing. There had been something of a 'spark' between us, and John made it clear he wanted to fuck me a lot. While we lay in his bed, just chatting and kissing, I heard the door to his apartment open and close, followed by footsteps crossing the hardwood floors. Then I heard the sounds of a television in the living room. John got up out of bed explaining "My friend Dennis is home. Stay here. I want to speak with Dennis for a minute." So I lay there, naked, in John's bed as he put on a robe and left to talk to his friend. When John returned, he sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I was telling Dennis about you. He wants to fuck you. Are you up for that?" "Sure. I guess so," I replied. John jumped up and went out to talk to Dennis, and within a minute or so the bedroom door opened again and in walked Dennis. He was a tall, muscular, handsome, dark haired guy, probably in his late 20's. He was also completely nude, and showed off his rock hard, very large and thick, cut cock, which stuck straight out his gorgeous, muscular body. I should add his chest, legs and cock were covered in thick black hair. Dennis climbed into bed with me, and began to kiss me, gradually moving down my body, kissing away, until he reached my cock which he initially sucked, only to move further down, lift my legs and felch some of John's cum from my ass. Then he pushed my legs up to my chest and slid his own cock into my cum filled ass. Dennis fucked me for over twenty minutes. Unlike John, as he fucked me he was very vocal, finally letting out a load groan as he slammed into me and filled my ass with his load. Just as Dennis was cumming inside me, John came back into the room, switching places with Dennis so he could give me another load in my ass. John and Dennis told me then that they were lovers, and had been a couple for five years, but they weren't monogamous, each enjoying some play on the side, both with and without each other. So I became a fuck buddy to each of them, coming to their apartment two or three times a week to fuck with one or both of them. One day, about a month after we first me, I received a call from John, suggesting I come by that Saturday night as Dennis and he were having some friends over, friends I would want to meet. I agreed, and arrived at their apartment about 6:00 PM. We had a few drinks and ate some appetizers they had prepared. I was new to drinking, so, it didn't take many drinks for me to feel the effect. In fact, I had a very nice buzz going by the time the three of us were naked on John's king sized bed sucking, kissing, rimming and fucking each other. About 20 minutes into this playtime, two of their buddies showed up, so now there were four guys and me. All four of the men took his turn in fucking and seeding my hole. Then another guy showed up. Then another and another. All told, by the end of that evening, I had taken nine loads in my ass, as well as a couple of oral loads. It turned out John had invited a bunch of his top buddies, telling them all to show up between 7:00 and 10:00 PM, that his apartment door would be unlocked and a young bottom would be there to take their loads. The guys ranged in age from mid 20's to mid 50's, and had, of course, various builds and cock sizes, but all of them fed me a load either in my ass or mouth. This became a regular occurrence at their apartment. For the rest of that year I would spend most Saturday nights at John's and Dennis' place, sometimes stretching the visits into the wee hours of Sunday morning, all the while taking loads from their buddies. Some would be guys who had fucked me in the past, and were returning for another chance to seed me, but just as often I had never before seen the guy. In any event, the number of guests seemed to grow each Saturday night, and looking back I'm fairly sure some of the guys would return the following Saturday, bringing their friends with them. Although I wish I had, I honestly never formally kept count, but, towards the end of this, I was probably taking between ten to twenty loads on a Saturday night. A lot of the guys seemed to be married guys in their 30's, 40's and 50's. This being SLC, Utah, I'm sure a lot of them were married, Mormon guys. Trust me. There are a hell of a lot of married, Mormon guys out there happy to slide their dicks in other guys' holes. Strangely, early the next year, John ended up leaving Dennis to marry a female. They had a kid within the year. I never fully figured that one out. Dennis was devastated. I continued to fuck with Dennis for a few months, but he eventually moved out of state, so my days of being a cum dump for their friends came to a close. I knew, however, from the first time I was passed around to between Dennis, John and their friends, that I was a cum dump, that that was what I wanted to be. And so I still am: I still can't get enough dick and cum inside me to satisfy me. The more I get, the more I want.

*** Entering his opulent white and gold bedroom, Riggs flipped on a classical CD and led me to a full-length mirror near the bay windows. It was late outside, the night clear. The streets were empty with most window dark. Save for the flashing of the Bar X sign, there was no movement in the city. On the dresser, he found a jeweled box. From it he pulled out two small, black suction cups. "Get them good and wet." I salivated all over them. The music rose around me, engulfed me in warmth and brilliant light. He turned me around and licked one of my nipples. Goosebumps erupted across my chest, arms, neck. Riggs licked the other one. He squeezed out the air of one of the suction cups, placed it on the nipple, and then did the same with the second. The suction felt like someone giving me a hickey, unrelenting. I gently pulled at them to get them to intensify the draw. He slid behind me, close enough so I felt his bulging cock press inside my thighs. I instinctively clenched by butt cheeks to grab his bulge. "Good boy," he responded, "there's performance potential for you yet." I looked at us in the mirror and liked what I saw. "Maybe more potential than can be contained on a stage. Still feeling good?” "Or bad," I suggested, nuzzling my butt back against him. He ran fingers lightly over my abs, and flicked the black cups. I ground my ass cheeks back and forth over the crusted yellow stain I felt behind me. "I feel good. Thank you, Sir. Sensual. Open. Like anything you'd want to do I'd let you,” I said, trying out ideas and trying phrases I was allowed to call him. “Anything Pig Rigg wants." "You get the picture, don't you?" he breathed, then stuck his tongue in my ear. "Secret of performance: Show, don't tell. Do you like the music?" "It's the most beautiful music I've ever heard." I started undulating into him. "You know in the play you'll have to be naked at times. Are you comfortable with that?” I nodded beginning to slip out of my jock strap letting my hardon slap my stomach. "No, boy, leave it on. Show me how the music moves you." Before I could get to it, he pulled up my jock, feeling my erection again before pushing it down. I started swaying to the low bass strings, following wherever it led around the bedroom, letting it show me how to move. Interpreting rhythm and melody, watching my host carefully, interpreting what he would enjoy me doing next. Wordlessly, instinctively, directing me as he sat at the edge of the bed. I moved to him, bent over, rubbing his crotch with my butt. He let two fingers run through my crack and sniffed. "Oh, you filthy child," he said, upright on the bed. "You have the hairiest bubble butt I've ever seen. When was the last time you washed that crack?" It wasn't a question but a direction I understood. Slowly I crawled on the bed, facing him, spread my cheeks apart and started rutting on top his yellow stain, wiping whatever was exciting him with my scent, pushing his shoulders down so he was prone. The grunge of my asshole, over and over, rubbed against his the yellow stain. I raised my arms and slow bent down, first my right then left, to let him smell my stink. He licked both pits hungrily, uttering low moans of lust. I felt his tits for the first time, and knew if my dick hadn't been restricted I would have shot my wad right there. I told him what beautiful utters he had, that I wanted utters like his. I asked if I could suck them. Of course, he answered. I backed off his bulge a bit to get into a position on all fours, and noticed where I'd rubbed, his crotch was now streaked brown. He notice too. "You gutter trash, look what you did," he said, pleased. "Suck my tits, pigboy." I dove down on his chest and sucked like a nursing pig. While suckling on one, I played with the other. "Harder, alley boy," he cried, "these tits are indestructible. They connect straight to my cock and make me want to fuck your shitty hole." He ripped the cups off my nipple, flung me to my side. "Let's see. Yes. Lovely!" I looked down and what were always flat tiny tits, were now small mounds of flesh Riggs could hold on to. He tossed me on my back, and knelt over me, drinking me in, admiring even the smallest of changes he'd already made in me. As he crouched over me, he rutted my restrained cock against his pants. A little stain of precum wet his crotch. My hands found their way back to his nipples, pushing myself up to sitting, my mouth soon followed. While sucking him, he stroked my hair, and I emanated my own moans like a hungry piglet greedy for its supper. He reached down and put two fingers between my legs, rubbing the taint between my balls and hole. He was going to get me to cum without even stroking my cock. He pulled open my jock, fondled my hardened cock, gave me several strokes, and quickly pushed it straight down again. I was annoyed and frustrated since more than anything I wanted to be naked for him, naked with him, feeling him, skin on skin. His delaying my desires only made them stronger. It caused my erection to push out the fabric straining ever harder. He was playing me. I was his instrument succumbing to his every wordless direction. He paused, looked at his clock, thought. He raised us both off the bed, guiding us to his full length mirror. "Look at you," he said. I saw perspiration beaded on my forehead, a trickle of sweat running down from my pits down my flanks. "Could you be like this in front of an audience? People watching you, thrilling to how you're turning yourself on, and them on, at the same time?" "Yes, if you guided me, put me through my paces. I know I could, Sir.” I nuzzled my head back against his shoulder. He ran his hand over my neck and reached down to my tits, pulling on each one. "It might not be what you expected, but I can lead you where I know you want to go. I can tell already the direction isn't what you set out for, and we'll need to go much, much further, find your limits and then go well beyond them. I have friends, many friends, that can help you. One in particular." I could feel him pressing up behind me, his fully erect penis pressing against his fabric. I reached around and gave his girth a strong squeeze. Nothing felt as good as that moment, feeling him lust for my ass as I was hungry for his cock. I push down his waist band and felt his hardon pop up, making a wet sound of precum slap against my balls. I instinctive arched my back and use his cock to glide along my ass. "You've never been fucked, have you, David?" I shook my head against him. "Let's slow down," he said, tilting my pelvis out of an arch and stepping out of his drawstrings. He slid his hand under my pits, wiping a trail of sweat down my torso and finally slipped off my jock. I felt relaxed in his arms, not frantic as a moment before. My cock at last freed and erect to show him how much he aroused me. He walked us a few steps over to the bay windows. We stopped at the center glass. He pushed me forward so I had to prop myself against the frame. He began grinding his cock between my legs. I was wet from sweat and his copious precum. I could feel his cockhead getting larger than before, to the point where he was almost at the point of not being able to stop. He whispered in my ear, "Wave." Looking back at him and then following his gaze down, I saw the tenement figure I had been spying on in the dining room, unmistakably looking up at us. "Say hello to you future manager. Say hello to Mr. X."

I’m one of those bisexuals who has a lust for cock, but a strong dislike for (gay) affection. A man can shove his cock up my ass, but a kiss or cuddle is too intimate. Kissing is only for girls. I try to avoid the romance by going to cruising areas like parks, adult bookstores or a bathhouse, but even there some men really want to kiss. But I don’t go to those places for romance, I just want sex. I want to wrap my lips around a dick not around a tongue, and I have no problem if a guy wants to stick his tongue in my butthole, but not in my mouth. Still, I’m pretty shy and have some trouble saying no. Sometimes I just don’t get rid of people. In the bathhouse there was this guy who really fancied me. I don’t know his name, but I always saw him as a Mike. He wasn’t my type, I’m a daddy’s boy but he was a fit 40-something. Bald head, really long nipples, a very big cock with a metal cockring. I thought of him as the typical gay guy who loved leather and jockstraps, but for what ever reason, not the kind who interests me. Even if I wasn't particularly interested, once Mike caught me in the steam room he gave me a great blowjob and when he started touching my ass I really liked it. And his cock was pretty, albeit a bit too big for me, especially since I’m a small guy and I had trouble sucking on it. Yeah, I sucked his cock even if he wasn't my type. Sometimes a good cock will get you far too, hehe. Anyhow, after a half hour of sucking, he asked me if I wanted to go upstairs to a private cabin. When men ask this I usually say no. I love gaysex when I’m horny, but after I cum I lose my lust and want to leave the gayscene as quick as possible. Getting in a room results usually in an orgasm and I wanted to delay this. I want to cum 15 minutes before I want to leave and I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I tried to evade Mike by leaving the steam room and hopping in the shower, but that didn’t work as he followed me into the shower, taking the showerhead next to mine. Then, when I found myself turned towards the wall to rinse off the soap, I found Mike playing with my ass, including prodding my buttocks with his thick cock. I’m a safesex guy, so entry without a rubber is a 'no go', but the sensation of his bare cock between my ass felt great, and seemingly involuntarily I pushed my ass a bit back, accommodating his tool. He wanted to fuck me right there and then. However he kept missing my hole when he started poking. Ever had someone like that? It hurts when the guy stabs you the wrong way, so I took a hold of his cock and placed it before my asshole. What was I thinking? I practically gave him permission to bareback me. His fat cockhead finally slipped past my rectum. He tried to push some more of his fuckmeat in my bowels but it hurt too much. That and I was well aware of the unsafe practice I was doing. I whined that it hurt and I stood up straight and his cock slid out my ass. I apologized and quickly walked away, but my cock was raging hard. Not only did his raw cock feel great, somehow I found myself thinking barebacking, which I had deliberately avoided was hot and nasty. And it was dangerous so I would never do that again. Mike thought otherwise. He knew he had me. I think gay men know everybody likes raw cock. Especially those who say they don’t yet allow a few pumps. I tried to avoid Mike the best I could, however the bathhouse was really small. There are only two floors, the first floor has the steamroom and a dry sauna, the second floor was half a videoroom and half a darkroom with private cabins. Since I was still cruising Mike found me again when I was watching a couple on the public mattress in the darkroom. He wanted me to lay down there too, but I didn’t want too. Again he suggested we move to a private cabin, and this time I caved, justifying myself by thinking if I didn't play with him, he he would stalk me for the rest of the evening. In the room I lay down and he started sucking my cock and rimming my ass. His stubble felt great between my cheeks. He pushed my knees towards my chest so he had a great view of my puckered hole. “What about condoms?” I asked naïvely. "We don't need 'em," he commented, adding "besides, I'm not really gonna fuck you." I felt his cockhead rubbing against my ass, my own cock was rock hard so I believed him, or in any event decided I would allow him to slip into my ass a little bit and for just a few pumps. No cum for my hole. My saliva coated bumhole opened greedily for his prick. The first few inches of his massive fucker penetrated me with some ease, but the rest still hurt like hell. Pain and fear wanted to stop the fuck but Mike wasn’t ready to give up his fuckhole. I started wiggling my ass, but Mike had none of that. He pushed my legs even further towards my chest. I was leaning on my shoulders with my ass up the air so I had no control whatsoever. I was in the hands of Mike who wanted to breed me. My asshole felt sore but Mike relentlessly tried to push his whole cock up my ass. I tried to plead with him that we should use condoms but he responded "Just a little more.” I don’t know how many inches felt the warmth of my bowels, but I do know it wasn’t his whole dick. He finally pulled his cock out and my asshole felt relieved of the fat invader. Mike spat on my red hole and shoved his fucker right back in. It was like he was purposely trying to rupture the tender tissue. Suddenly he let go of my left leg. Since my awkward position I couldn’t see what he was doing. He was doing something to my ass or something with his cock. After that he pulled his cock out of my ass again and let my other leg go too. I immediately felt my sore ass. It was slippery and I checked if I wasn’t bleeding. There was no blood so I thought it was saliva. It puzzled me Mike just stopped trying to fuck me, like he was finished. Did he cum in my ass anyway? According to all the sexstories on the internet you should feel someone cumming inside your ass. It’s always described as jets of warm sperm that the bottoms feels being blasted inside him. I didn’t feel anything. However when I stood up there was a mysterious droplet trailing from my butt down my leg. Six months later I was again in the bathhouse, getting fucked by some guy in the darkroom and after he was done was replaced by some guy. Another man came and stood next to me in the darkness, and no sooner had the top blown and withdrawn than the second guy slid his middle finger up my hole, playing with the several cumloads which were marinating in my bowels. “You have a different attitude since we last met” he said. Only then I realized it was Mike. “I presume you got my gift." I looked at him. Yeah, I had indeed gotten his gift. He understood my silence, and asked “So, you like it?" I didn’t say anything back, instead kissed him passionately, enveloping his tongue with mine.

Prelude At eighteen, I got a full summer scholarship to a large theatre company in San Francisco. It was the nineties, and like previous decades, San Francisco remained—undaunted—party central for gays. I hadn't been out long, a few drunk occasions of mutual jacking with my best friend, Perry, in our senior year, admitting to ourselves we were probably gay—"no shit, me too"—and that was that. Right after graduation Perry was off to summer in San Diego. I headed north. During my first few weeks, after renting a small studio in an okay section in the Haight—view of a garage, but a private entrance around the side and in back—I found sex, at least of the vanilla kind, not too hard to come by. Especially available, in those early weeks, were the boys in my classes—a Midwest cowboy, a southern good'ol boy, an innocent Napa crunchy granola type who pined for the San Francisco of free love not just free sex, and, rounding out my list of first attempts, a New York anarchist who's out-and-out-loud-ness wanted to outrage his commie parents. I was much like any of them, my own walking cliché: So Cal beach boy, stoned blue eyes, shaggy blond hair constantly in my face. After Friday's fight class, in the downstairs showers, it was a turn on to show off my contrasting sun-tipped mop with my dark pits and pubes, my sinewy runner's legs, and my butt tat received at the height of Perry's and my bonding before we split. We got identical dreamcatcher tats, mine on my right cheek, his on the left, the weekend we went to check out UC San Diego right before graduation. Next to the stage, showers were my favorite venue. I was smooth everywhere except for the usual places, but also had a patch of fur above my butt crack. Not very tall for a runner, so not an outstanding runner. Strangely, though, I have big feet, so I was always off to a fast start, just not very long legs to beat my competitors. I was good in a dash, but sucked long distance. Checking in a five-seven, in contrast to big feet, I'm not much in the way of dick size, never ashamed but nothing to write home about; a pretty average six and a half, actually, if you must know; circumcised, of course. I was confident enough in my appearance to come on to four schoolmates and bag two of the prettier ones to follow me to my back alley studio. I played up the 'back alley' part, even though I might have been playing someone way above my weight class compared to the hard core men I gawked at all over town—the pierced and severly inked, the collared and cuffed, the 'roided and kilted, the preening suits and the luring leathered. Still, beautiful bodies did these two pretty boys have. Both lean, smooth, gorgeous mouth-fuckable faces, both with the sweetest treasure trail leading to the softest patches of fur above their otherwise hairless cocks. My very conflicted Montana Mormon cowboy, Carson, who packed a very nice cactus in his jeans, and "I'm not really into guys" rich boy, Conrad Wilson III, elegantly raised in Napa Valley. The most luscious grapes come to mind. So far I'd only been with each of them once, but planned encores. Besides feeling each other up in the back alley, and, in Conrad Wilson III's not-into-men's case, getting expertly sucked off slouching against a trashcan, it was pretty introductory, getting-to-know-you sex. In bed, I liked teasing their assholes, but they both shied away from coming anywhere near mine. Probably the fur patch at the small of my back indicated, and rightly so, a prelude to heavy swath of butt crack hair, which put them off. I didn't mind. There was enough to enjoy feasting on them. Like I said, I wasn't that much more experienced, though I let on otherwise. But, if I'm going to be honest, and what do I have to lose at this point in not being scrupulously (or unscrupulously) honest, I have to admit a certain let down playing with these semi-virginal boys. Something soft and tentative the sex was, if you can really call it sex—and I did: at this point I had little to compare it to; what I didn't know yet, I didn't know. Yet. Ultimately, I put them in the category of schoolboy crushes, something late at night I imagine done at boarding schools, almost accidental encounters that didn't mean too much the next day. Nothing I'd write to Perry about. On the other hand. Between classes I kept noticing the Artistic Director of the company, Alan Riggs, examining me. An older man, maybe in his forties, fifties—I'm not good at this kind of thing—fey and lascivious. No beating around the bush. Crisp-lined goatee, mostly bald with a short-cropped crown of graying brown hair. His office was off the common room where we ate lunch. His office had a glass window that overlooked us. Every so often I'd catch him staring at me. If I passed him in the hall he might have an air of detachment, sometimes a half smile, maybe a sniff as he passed; at other times, he'd brazenly stare, curiosity mixed with a nasty gleem. Hello, I'd say more out of discomfort than a greeting. He'd check himself, murmur a non-committal hello, then saunter down the corridor without further engagement. I was guarded when he was around, didn't particularly like him, maybe a bit intimidated by him being the head of the company and all—certainly more than a bit enticed. I knew he had had to approve my scholarship so must have bought into something in my background. I also knew when I was cruised. Being involved in the theater at an early age—a community production of Sound of Music in seventh grade, where, Jerry, the costumer, paid me and my little lederhosen an inordinate amount of attention—I knew my own yearnings and certainly was on the receiving end of older men's expression of it—a take it or leave it glance that could easily become predatory, and just as easily be denied. Riggs' knowing stare inferred more than passing knowledge of my background, my three-page aspirational essay, my handful of credits, my two school drama award and three track awards because, what the hell—his icy stare had a definite dismissive superiority underlining it. I don't know if I'd ever met someone who appeared to know more about me than I would admit, and truth be told, made me feel that way without ever talking to him. I'm hardly dumb, but I confess to the character flaw—when I quite well know better—of acting naive. He cut right through that, was aware of something that perhaps I wasn't, or wasn't ready to face. At beginning of the third week he stopped me in the hall. He seemed to have the encounter rehearsed. The exchange was terse and intimate at the same time. He said he was Alan Riggs, the company's Artistic Director. In the cramped hallway, standing too close, he explained the company, to which the school was attached, was embarking on a revival of one of their most successful plays this fall, and "it would be of benefit if I were to audition for it." First, though, I'd have to—yes, wait for it—come over to his home for a private interview. We could discuss the part and he would provide dinner. Rosemary chicken, if that was acceptable. He said all this in almost one breath. It didn't sound like an offer; not the interview at his house or what was on the menu—I knew I was on the menu. How duplicitous acting can be. I gushed with excitement, knowing what a crock this was, and immediately agreed. "Good boy," he continued, without skipping a beat, "right after your last class on Friday, which is...what?" "Fencing," I answered. "Lovely," he said, "I'm at the top of Lombard Street. I'm sure you know it. Ask Duncan for my address." He turned—message delivered and accepted—and marched back to his office. He added, looking back, arm draped on his door frame, "No need to shower or change. Straight as you are." *** Our fencing instructor, Duncan McCain, was a burly, likable Irish guy. He had a slight brogue, thick wrists, thick neck, slim waist, and killer thighs. Early thirties, I'd guess, wiry red hair, tied back in a ponytail, large, bushy side burns that ended in severe points. I could easy imagine him in a kilt and a leather vest, which I continually had to stop myself thinking about when I was in class. Toward the end of our two hours, he marched between the two lines of our paired-off class. He was strict, even brutal to us boys. If you didn't get his choreography correct, he would call you out and dress you down, however, with the girls he was very fawning. This should have made the boys resentful, but there was something that made us, twice a week, desperate to seek his approval. Suffice it to say, he was extremely demanding and the class was equally rewarding. The studio was typically humid, especially true when the temperature rose outside as it did today. The windows to the street were open but it didn't help. Atypical of June in the city, it was the hottest it had been since I'd arrived. The mirrors were fogged with sweat, dripping as much as me and each one of my classmates. Carson and Conrad, partnered today, glistened magnificently in the afternoon light. Jeremy was a glorious mess in his rebel flag tank top. Joey, his partner, had rivers of sweat streaming down his face, his black hair matted to his scalp. Joey's brown eyes were fierce at some unspoken violence against his partner, Jeremy, ready to tear him apart in the showers or fuck him in a dead-end locker corner. At four-thirty, with a final salute to our partners, we were dismissed. The class raced to the back stairs to the showers in the basement. I picked up my gym bag and headed to the front studio door. I was the last person on the floor, and as I reached the handle I felt a sharp swack on my gym shorts. "Mr. Kennedy," my fight instructor boomed, "next time you come stoned to my class with your beachy, mellow attitude, I'll beat the living crap out of you. I'll not have it. You were careless three times today. I want you on edge, not dull witted." Then to make his point, he barked at me, "En garde!" and threw his blade toward my head. I quickly blocked his thrust, defending myself with a move he'd shown us earlier. When I stopped him, his green eyes brightened, his heavy eyebrows arched. Unexpectedly he lunged his sword straight toward my crotch. I quickly parried, swinging his sword in a full circle. Unfortunately for me, that only increased the momentum of his swing and landed a full, forceful smack on my butt cheek. It stung like a mother fucker! His look took in my shock and outrage. "Yes!" he exploded in triumph, hunching down laughing with his fist to the floor. "That, Kennedy, is the look I want to see on your face!" I said nothing but seethed inside. "Practice more, smoke less," he said, "or it'll be more than a sword that will be whipping yer' buttocks, that I promise you." He strutted his muscular ass over to picked up his gym bag. "Forgot did you? Riggs’s address," he said, fishing through his bag. "And if Riggs gets out of hand. Just in case, mind you." He handed over a note with a Lombard Street address and a packet of condoms. "Not that he takes well to 'em." I guess I shouldn't have been shocked, but I suddenly realized just how loose the talk within the company must be, how blatant my so called 'private interview' was. Maybe I was the only one that didn't know it. Slipping the address and condoms in my pocket, I tried to appear as cocky as he was. "These supposed to be for me or him?" I hoped I wasn’t blushing. "That's the spirit! Nice delivery," he teased. He slowly and gently took the flat of his sword tip and tapped me under my balls. I could have easy blocked him, but I saw he was flirting. I'm sure it was obvious, allowing him to smack me like that, what I felt about him. He smiled a wicked grin, and turned to head off to the showers. I immediately felt a flush of jealously of the boys in class. I knew from the last couple of classes there'd be plenty of towel snapping, initiated most likely by Duncan himself. Hoping to hold him back, I called out inanely, "I will," rubbing the area he smacked, feeling heat emanating from my cheek. As I rubbed, I realized it wasn't just a welt that was rising in my shorts. "You will, what, Kennedy?" he said without turning. "I'll practice." "'...practice, Sir!' you mean." "Yes, practice, Sir!" I repeated. As he crossed to the mirror by the staircase, I saw him focused at the sword rising in my shorts. "Yes, you will practice, Kennedy, or after class you'll be stayin'. Now go. The chicken's waitin' to be skewered," he laughed, then broke into a broad, shit-eating grin before trotting down the stairs.

My baby brother wants a body piercing, so I thought a ear piercing on the right side to start. When he comes to live with us in June , then maybe more.

Look up Satyr Films -- their whole output was breaking in young men who needed the money, bareback and hard. Lots of closeups of them realizing they were getting more than they bargained for. Here's a good example: https://xhamster.com/movies/793944/young_twink_hole.html I like both -- watching a bottom get pushed over the edge always makes me hard as a rock, but I also like group scenes where I reach out and feel chewed-up tits, a chastity cage or a sloppy, ruined hole. Either one gets me going.

Very hot boy. I bet your ass would look great on my bench

So proud of my boy. I came home from work to find him still tied down and Milked dry. Nothing but clear liquid coming from his cock. He loved it when I filled the giant syringe I have with all that came out of his dick and injected it into his ass before placing him on the bench for a hard bare ride of his life. First time ever I made my boy cry. I almost felt bad.

Dark is where my mind likes to go. On the way to the car i can tell you are struggling. And telling me you would give me anything if i would let you go. So when we get to the black Durango i tell you "Take off your clothes. I want to keep your ruined clothes as a memento of tonight." You are even more nervous as we are standing in a public parking lot. Your ass has been exposed the whole time but the rest of u has at least been covered. Thinking this is the agreement you giving me the clothes and u get to go free you start to to take them off slowly and mildly ashamed. Your shirt comes off easily and i groan knowing i will be getting those nips pierced and worn out hard. I then slap you across the face for taking so long. You tear up for a minute and then go to start again. You look down at your pants and are concerned because of the leash that is attached to the butt plug in your ass and my hand. Your are scared and you start to ask how you are supposed to do this but just get punched in the gut. Get naked now boy. This sets you off and u decide you are going to fight me but one good tug on your plug and you are screaming and begging. I repeat get naked. You then decide to try. You slide your jeans down over the leash and try your best to keep it from pulling. I am giving you no slack. Finally you realize you have to hurt yourself to get them off and u try to be quick about it in the end. The pull and pain in your ass is immense. Finally free of the jeans the underwear you decide to rip the rest of the way off and take the elastic off over your head. And now there you stand. Naked, impaled, leashed, crying. and wishing you were anywhere but here. But for some unknown reason u are leaking precum. not really hard but u are leaking. "Pick up your clothes and hand them to me" Before you think about it you respond "Yes, Master" "Good i'm glad you've decided that is what i am" "Fuck, no. I mean you have to let me go" "I have to fucking own and breed you is what i have to do" "But I have so much i want to do" "U need to be bred and owned. Now shut up" Once again i slap you. Then to cause u more pain i pinch the hell out of one of your nips. "Now open the bag in the back seat and put those on." Hoping for clothes to cover your naked body you look in the bag and only find leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a blindfold. You turn to complain and as you do you see me throw your clothes in the trashcan in front of my car. Hoping i had released the leash you look and as you do i pull on it hard to remind you that it is still attached. "Get dressed bitch. I can't properly restrain you if you don't get dressed." Crying you put on your ankle restraints and wincing in pain every time you bend over. Then looking at the wrist cuffs u look at me. "Fine bitch i will put them on for you, but it will cost you. Sit on the pavement and put your hands over your head." Doing so isn't easy and having to sit down on that plug is torture. You seem to be struggling so i push you over and down. You scream. "Hands up" Once you comply i step forward in front of you to put your cuffs on. Doing so i put my shoe just barely on your nut sack. Knowing i am pinching it. Also u can smell the cum and blood on my running shorts. You groaning and whining into my balls just makes me hard. "Fuck man, now i have to get off again. This is just going to make your piercing fuck later take that much longer." I pull you by the plug in your ass and then to the back of the truck. You are stumbling, sore, and in too much pain to protest much. As i open the back hatch of the SUV u see what is a well used sling hanging from two slider bars on the ceiling of the truck. Obviously the back row of the truck is missing. I slide it out and lower it down so I can throw you back into it. "I don't wanna fuck u here in this lot. I don't care if you get busted for public exposure, but i have a job to think about" Locked into place with the cuffs and key locks i hoist you back into the truck and close the hatch. I then leave you there to think as you hear the doors lock.

Part 2. The full moon and twinkling stars illuminate our way to the Gents which is all in darkness, has no doors so is just a straight forward walk in, modesty wall and as we turn the corner into the urinal area the strong smell of stale piss wafts over me and my cock throbs in my pants. My eyes adjust and I can just about make out the outline of 7 or 8 men partially visible by moonlight streaming through a slot of a window high up on the wall. There is no talking just a couple of guys making out and the others with their cocks out wanking. I push Andrew past a few guys and know his fate is sealed as I undo his jeans button and lower the zipper. My fiancé’s urgent rock hard cock proudly juts out and I automatically bend forward, open my mouth wide and to take him to the root with fabric and pubes pressed to my nose. Immediately hands are all over Andrew as his trousers and tighty whitey briefs fall around his ankles. I stand up, wriggle down my trackie bottoms and push Andrew down to take care of my rock-hard cock by shoving it down Andrew's throat in one go, choking him with every thrust. The moon light highlights the tears in his eyes as he gurgles and struggles for breath but is quickly distracted is the men’s wear guy Scott from the clinic was the first to manoeuvre behind Andrew and I watch as he looks directly into my eyes, put a finger to his mouth and slowly sucks it in and equally slowly pushes out. I can see saliva glistening all over his finger as passes that finger down outta sight an obviously rams it knuckle deep in Andrew’s hole. Amid the silence of the forest you can hear from round my thick uncut 7” cock a sharp intake of breath and as I look down into his face I see in Andrew’s eyes that he’s begging for more as Scott’s finger or fingers saw in and out of my boy’s cunt. From the darkness, I make out the muscly shape of a man I presume to be the other guy from the clinic, Adam, who kneels down on the filthy floor and starts to lap at Scott’s fingers making sure Andrew’s hole is lubed for action. My man pulls off my throbbing cock just in time to prevent me from cumming…”Awwwe” he says squirming around on the fingers deep inside his hole, “fuck mate let up eh, your fingers hurt, it feels like you are scratching and ripping my insides to pieces.” From stumbling across the Raw Top website a few months ago, creating an account, logging on to read all the conversion stories I knew all too well what was happening and why. Scott smirks, “If you in need something else in there, then tell me you want me to breed your cunt”. “Breed me sir” Andrew says whimpering between Scott ravaging his cunt with his fingers as I push his head down on to my cock again thrusting harder each time and made sure he’s all the way down to my balls. At the same time, Scott pulls himself upright spreads Andrew’s cheeks apart and rests his 9” but thankfully thin hard cock in his crack. As I reposition myself so I can see over Andrew’s back for a better view, so does Scott…just enough for the moonlight to show off a biohazard tattoo to the right and a scorpion to the left at the base of his cock letting me know, if I allow him to fuck my boy, it will be Poz sperm spewing into his guts. I can’t help but stare at the tattoos and involuntarily, almost in a trance, nod my approval. Scott rubs the circumcised exposed head around Andrew’s hole no doubt dribbling diseased precum at the entrance and next I see him shuffle ever so slightly forwards and backward teasing my boys hole. I strain forwards for a better look and see that mushroom head nudge in and then ease out pulling Andrews arse lips in and out with his movements as their vice like grip refuses to let this poisoned rod go. Other than my heart pounding in my chest and Andrew’s warm inviting mouth around my cock I am mesmerized as Scott nods and in one hard thrust slams his cock into him balls deep and begins a piston pump fucking my man as I stare down at Andrew and instinctively pinch his nose to close off his air supply, “let’s put on a show” I say as we get this full on spit roast going with Andrew taking it hard both ends. The lack of air, combined with what was happen had Andrew feeling a little dizzy and me too as Adam whispers in my ear. “He looks like he loves being used” “Yeah he’s my cumpdump alright” I reply “And will he know everyone here is positive?” Adam asks “I won’t be telling him. He loves bareback though” I reply. “OK you two ramp up your little show for us and we’ll get the party started” announces Adam. This prompts Scott to become verbal as Andrew get pounded from both ends. “You ready boy for your breeding…getting ready to knock you up” as Andrew affirms with a grunt as tears and snot run down his face…” for a second time, you see I cum multiple times and have already dumped one dirty load in your guts.” Andrew is concentrating so hard as he bounces around keeping my cock down his throat and the incessant pounding form Scott that I don’t think he comprehends the meaning of “dirty load”.

OK so since this was done in smaller chapters of sorts here is the whole story to date as one long article so you don't have to lose your hard on scanning through the pages Monday, Day 1 I waved goodbye to my wife as she drove off to spend 2 weeks with her sister at some spa thing. She dose these often and I always end up enjoying myself when she does. First just because it is healthy for couples to spend some time apart but also because it lets me do some stuff I would rather she not know about. See even though I love my wife, and I consider myself straight, I have a secret. Every now and then I login in to one of the gay sites, get out some lube and my poppers, strip down to a jock and search for guys to have phone sex with. I would edge myself for hours until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I know a lot of build up for something pretty tame but hey we all have our quirks. Plus I figure it is the safest version of cheating on her I can do. I mean it isn’t like I am going to catch anything from my hand. After she left I went back inside the house and finished getting ready for work, just as I was about to leave a kinky thought popped in my head and I ran upstairs. Stripping of my suit pants and boxer briefs I grabbed my jock from the drawer and slide into it. I love the way the black Bike jock framed my ass. My Polish, Irish mix looks great in black, the pale skin and dark black dense body hair just looks great. My cock gave a slight twitch at my kinky thought but before I let it go too far I got dressed and head out. All day long I felt that jock hugging my ass and the tight pouch pressing my cock and ball tight against my body. Ended up having to take a quick bathroom break more than once since I could feel the precum dripping between my legs and over my ass, felt super slick while I was walking. Finally the end of the day came and I started home from work. The constant stimulation all day made me really horny and all I could think about. I just wanted to get home strip down and find some guys for some phone edging. I got home and as I was getting out of my car I saw my neighbor and waved hello, we are decent neighbors kind of friendly we do the usual invite each other to parties things. Him and his husband moved in about 3 year ago and they are a sweet couple.. As soon as I got inside I started ripping off my clothes off and throwing them everywhere, fuck it no one home but me to bitch about it so what do I care. Stripped to my jock I made my way to the garage where we have a second fridge and where I hide my poppers. I love the feel of walking around like this, the garage just smells amazing. I feel a little self-conscious since there are windows but also kind of like the idea that I might be caught. I open the fridge and grab my Berlin XXX and that though occurs to me again. I hesitate only a moment before I twist the cap and take a sniff, then another, and another, and finally one last one. The flush comes over me and I breathe deep. The smell of the garage, gas, wood, a little musty and my own body overwhelm me. Plus the idea of being watch also makes my cock twitch. Before I can change my mind I lay down on the dirty floor and start working my nipples. The popper rush flooding my senses and making me moan. My hand wanders down and grabs my cock. I pull the pouch aside and it sticks straight up from my dense bush. 7 inches uncut with lots of foreskin and dripping precum. I moan as my hand begins to jack it . MY arm come up behind my head and the scent of my pits enters my nostrils. I grab the bottle and take 2 more hits. Working my cock and moaning. Fuck this si so hot. Mostly naked on the filthy garage floor, all the little smells, my ass on the cold concrete. Normally I would edge but I just want to shoot my load so bad. 4 more hits and I can’t help it. The sweat in dripping off me as I fuck my hand, I run my hand through my chest hair and start to lick the salt mix. It tastes so good. I am getting closer. I can feel myself getting to the point of no return, I reach over to grab the popper bottle and just as I am about to take another hit I hear a knock at the front door. Startled I immediately stop stroking and cap the bottle. Shoving my dripping cock back in my jock strap I look around for what to do with the poppers. I settle on shoving them in the pouch next to my cock and make my way to the front of the house. I grab some running shorts from the laundry room on the way and a tank top throwing them on quickly. Still a little sweaty I open the door and see my neighbor standing there dressed in some running gear. “Hey I saw the wife leave and figured you might be lonely on your first day, figured I would invite you out for a run with me and Tom. Gotta make sure you don’t end up with a Dad bod. Although looks like you might have already been working out you look a bit flushed” I panic a bit and without thinking just say sure and ask what time he wanted to meet up. He says they usually run around 6 during the summer. We, head from our development through the nearby park, around the high school and then back. Takes about an hour and has a nice variation in terrain so you don’t get bored. I pause for a minute and without thinking shift my weight from one foot to the other, I feel the bottle move in my pouch and think fuck as it slips out of my shorts leg and hits the carpet. Thankfully if bounces behind the door and I don’t think he saw it. I again say I’ll come over at 6 and go for a run and close the door. I fall against it breathing heavy and feeling relived I managed not to let on what I was doing. Taking a couple deep breathes to clear my lungs I head upstairs to take a quick shower (I know showering before sweating but I had that dirt from the garage still on my back). I get out of the shower grab a fresh jock and clean running shorts, check myself in the mirror and go down stares for a light snack before heading over to the neighbors Monday Evening Having got myself squared away I put on my best face and headed next door, I love wearing running shorts. I tend to favor the short nylon kind, in black of course, with the built in underwear (I cut that part out seems superfluous since I always wear a jock) and my black underarmour compression tank. Anyways I knocked on the door and there was Toms husband Mike. The two are like night and day if you ask me, Tom is big and more built with dark hair like mine and Mike is a ginger with a slightly smaller build. The only thing they both have in common is the amount of body hair. Both are like me in that regard, thick dense chest hair and furry legs with dense pit hair. Mike, was standing there with no shirt and his dress pants still on “Hey Tom said you were joining us come one in and sit a bit, just got home and need to change and ill be right down. Tom is out on the back deck if you want to get some water first and chat” I had never really been in their house before so just sort of walked in the general direction of the kitchen figuring their layout couldn’t be much different than mine. Tom was on the back deck drinking water and looking ready to go he was staring off into his yard , probably doing what I tend to do and imagine what little project to add next. I stepped out onto the patio and grabbed an offered water bottle from off the table. I did the usual look around thing and admired their backyard. A set of stairs led up to the second floor deck that must come off their bedroom. All in all it was a nice way to spend any evening. I unscrewed the water bottle and took a long drink and almost gagged, it had a weird taste to it and left a nasty after taste on my tongue. I sputtered a little and Tom turned around. “Whoops that one is for Mike not you, he like to add a special supplement to his to help him try and get bigger. Might as well finish it off Ill go make him another. The other water doesn’t have the supplements in it so feel free to take one of those after you finish that one. Who know maybe you will like the effects. He says it gives him lots of energy and that he can go for hours after just the one bottle.” Screwing up my face I figured what the hell and downed it quickly so as not to taste it that much. I then grabbed the other bottle and cracked it open take a big drink and getting the flavor out. Damn, no idea what he uses but I could definitely feel it kicking in. I suddenly had lots of energy and couldn’t wait to go for a run. Mike came down dressed in blue running gear to match mine and we were ready to go. Tom re-explained the course to me and we were off. I kept paces with them and after 10 minutes a good sweat was dripping off my body. I seem hyper aware of the way the compression tank was slightly rubbing my nipples. My cock started getting hard and I was glad I was wearing my jock. We had cleared the park and were circling around the high school heading back when they started picking up the pace. First Mike was taking off then Tom, I was working hard to keep up and was doing a god job until we got back into the wooded area near the park. Sweat was really dripping off me now as I followed them through the woods, branches brushing my skin that seemed hyper aware, a steady dripping of precum leaking out of my cock I could feel it join the sweat running down my legs. I was afraid I would lose them when we finally broke free and were back in the development heading back to their place. We reached the steps and I mostly collapsed panting like a dog, sweat plastering my body hair to me. Tom and Mike chuckled and went inside inviting me to come on in. I hesitated say I was all sweaty and they said so were they and to stop being stupid. “We are just gonna go grab a cool shower, there is another one in the guest room if you want to do the same and I am sure I can find some short for you to throw on. How about you stay for dinner, we are grilling tonight and well Mike makes the most amazing meat.” Throwing a wink at Mike, who blushed, and ran upstairs. With an offer like that how could I refuse. I made my way with them upstairs to the guest room and found the second bath. Stripping off my sweaty clothes I prepared to get in the shower. I started by rubbing the soap first all over my chest and pits, fuck it felt good. My skin was still tingling from whatever was in that water. My cock was rock hard in the spray and I could resist tugging it. Fuck that felt amazing. I started to slow jack my cock, my other hand going down and rubbing my soapy balls, tickling the area behind them made me gasp. I began to wonder and let my finger slide further right against my hole. Making small circles I breathed heavy fuck that felt amazing. Grabbing some more soap I began playing with my hole in ernest. I was surprised out how easily my finger slide in, then another finally a third finger working my hole. My cock was forgotten as I went to town. Plunging my fingers in and out. I bit my hand not to make noise. Holy shit a fourth finger went in. It felt amazing , I lay down on the floor of the tub and threw my legs up really pounding my hole. A knock on the door woke me from my stupor “You OK in there neighbor” Toms muffled voice asked Startled and very embarrassed about my actions I stammered out that I was fine just had a cramp and would be out in a second. Quickly washing up I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist to go out into the main room. I looked around and my running gear was gone but nothing was there to replace it. I wander over to the master bedroom and looked around for one of my host but didn’t find them. I did see Mike’s , I assumed since it was blue, jock laying on the floor. Again on impulse I went over grabbed it and sniffed it. Fuck that smelled great, I rubbed my face all over it breathing deep. Hearing footsteps coming from right outside the doo I panicked and tucked it under my towel. It was Mike “ oh hey yeah you need some clothes, just grab whatever you find out of the drawers on the right. Tom’s stuff should fit you” and with that he walked back down the hall. Not sure why I did it I slipped his used jock on. It was super tight on my but felt so good. I went to tomes draws and found some basketball shorts and a tank to throw on and head downstairs to hang out and wait for dinner. Monday Dinner Dinner was soon served and I dug in. Somehow that jog had made me extremely hungry. I tucked in like it was my last meal. “So Tom tell sme you drank my water by mistake before the run. How did you like the supplements?” I blushed slightly thinking about what had happened in the shower and nodded. “Seems like they work pretty well, definitely made me run a bit faster, and sweat a ton more than usual. “ “Yeah Tom loves when I use em, says we get a much better workout. Only issue is they tend to make you fucking horny as all hell so we usual fuck like rabbit when we get home.” I nearly choked on the wine I was sipping, sputtering and trying to catch my breath I notice Tom give Mike a reprimanding look, but with a smile. “ It is true something about all that sweat on my man and of course how hungry those things make his hole just makes me want to fuck his brains out. Actually getting hard just thinking about it. Want some more wine?” Without waiting for my response Tom half stood to top me off and I couldn’t help but look and see his half hard cock outlined in the shorts he was wearing. My eye glued to his bulge I watched it give a noticeable twitch before he sat back down. Mike leaned in close to my ears asking me if I liked the view. So caught off guard was I that I dropped my fork and gave a startled yelp. Before thinking about it I reached down to pick it up and felt the borrow short slip down a bit. I heard a slight chuckle from Mike as I straightened up and returned to eating our meal. The conversation went back to a more normal topic after that. Lawn care and what not, which movies are out. The rest of dinner pasted with no more surprises and I was about to go home when Mike asked if I wanted to come running again tomorrow. “Ill even make you some of my supplements to use….actually here take these to bottle I prepped if you want. I usually take one at night again and then one in the morning and the third just before I go for a run. Since you are just starting it I would wait and just take one in the morning.” Thanks I said as I left saying my goodbyes to Tom and Mike , on the way home I thought about the two water bottle and my shower earlier…as I walked into the house I thought, about Mike’s instructions and said fuck it I can handle whatever he is doing. Before I could think twice I downed one of the bottles. The same bitter taste assaulted my tongue and I grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge to get rid of it. Fuck that tasted good. Then I remembered my earlier plans and my cock got hard. Remembering hot it was before I walked into the garage. It was night and the only light was from the security flood lights form Tom and Mike’s house. Stripping off the borrow clothes I stood there in Mike’s sweat blue jock. Suddenly a rush of sweat broke out over my body and my hands moved on their own. Twisting and pulling my nipples, rubbing the front of the jock. On instinct I stepped out of the jock and poured some poppers into the pouch, bringing it to my nose it smelled amazing, fresh sweat and poppers, fuck my cock was rock hard. I lay on the floor and started to work my hand up and down the shaft. Leaving the jock draped across my face the smell of seat and poppers making me moan. My left hand drifted and move towards my ass. Sweat started pouring from my body and I took another hit from the popper bottle, and another, and another 6 hits and I was moaning. The smells and sensations, the dirt and grit digging into my back my finger inched toward my hole and I surrendered to the feelings. Plunging 3 finger in I moaned and writhed. The jock slipped in my mouth and I taste the balls sweat. Sucking on it like a baby I drank his the salt mix. My finger moved furiously in my ass, again a fourth was added with little resists. Fuck I wanted more, looking around the garage I was in a haze, my eye fell on my wife’s tennis racket and a sick thought entered my mind. Not caring I grabbed it and slathering it with the precum leaking form my as and the worked it in. fuck it felt great. I ended up with my feet on the window sill to get the angle right and started fucking my ass with her racket, moaning and jerking my cock, sweat dripping down me I started to get closer and closer. Fuck this felt so good I never wanted to stop, my hand became a blur and all thought of edging left my mind as the orgasm came upon me. Volleys of cum shot from my cock, landing on my face and chest 8 shots in total and my body went slack. The jock covering my face was spotted with my cum and before I knew it I was shoving it in my mouth adding the taste my own jizz to the mélange of sweat and ass. Shuddering I remove the tennis racket from my ass and dragged myself out of the garage and upstairs. I got in the shower to rinse of and felt my sore ass, sticking a finger in it I hissed. Damn I hope I hadn’t done any damage. Exhausted I dragged myself to bed and fell dead asleep until the alarm clock went off. Tuesday Morning The alarm forced me to open my eyes and face the next day, I felt drained and still tired. Looking down I saw my cock was at its usually full mast in the morning. Without even thinking two finger went in my mouth and started to work their way into my hair hole. A sigh escaped my lips and a pearl of precum formed quickly on the head of me cock. My palm rubbed it around the head before enveloping the shaft and starting to jerk. Finally the finger were all the way in my sore ass and I started to fuck myself (felt weird to call it that but hey it is what it is). My moved up and my feet went flat to the mattress giving me more access. My hand was a blur as I approached orgasm, a thin sheen of sweat broke out on my body as I came my cum hitting the middle of my chest 3 times before slacking and coating my abs. Taking my finger from my hole I swirled them in the chest hair, mixing the cum and then quickly without thought shoved them in my mouth. The taste of my ass and cum and a bit of sweat as intoxicating, I moaned and wen back from more until I was a sticky mated mess. Contentedly sigh I got up and went to the shower to get prepped for work. Quick mirror check let me know I could skip shaving at least one more day if not two, my little morning jerk had cost me some time. As I was about to get dressed I looked at Mike blue jock laying on the floor. On a dirty impulse I put it back on, it felt rough against my cock an balls and I knew it was dirty but didn’t care. Just to make sure though I covered it up with my usual boxer briefs and finished dressing in my usual 3 piece suit for work. As I was making my way out the door I noticed the other water bottle. I felt taking it now might not be a good idea but surely if I only took half at lunch I wouldn’t have any issues. Dropping it in my bag I hopped in my car and headed off to work, a smile on my face and the tast of my ass and cum on my mouth. Tuesday Work I arrived and work and tucked in behind my desk and started going about all the mundane tasks of my day. Every now and then though thoughts of my actions over the last 2 hours would pop in my head and I could feel my cock twitch against the rough sweat and cum soaked fabric of the stolen jock. The tight pouch holding my furry balls and cock close to my body, the coarse fibers rubbing ever so slightly as I shifted in my chair. Needless to say my mind wander a bit and but I got through it all. That is until lunch time came. I had run down to the local deli and just grabbed a salad and what not to eat at my desk. Might slight distraction had put me not technically behind but I tend to be an over achiever so anything less than above average make me feel like a failure. So sitting at my desk and realize I didn’t grab a drink to go with my lunch. Meh fuck it I had the water bottle I figured it wouldn’t be anything I couldn’t handle, beside I knew I wasn’t at home so I was sure I could control any urges that came along. I grabbed the water bottle from my bag and took a long swallow, it tasted bitter but it was kind of growing on me. That was how my lunch went until I realized I had drunk the whole bottle instead of just the half bottle I had meant to drink. The warm feeling swept over me and I tried to ignore it and just get back to work. I felt a sweat break out over me and worried I might get my jacket dirty so got up and draped it over the back of my chair. The pouch rubbing my cock and balls caused me to pause and enjoy the feeling. I sat back down and went back to work, it was now worse than in the morning. My thoughts kept thinking of how good it had feel to play with my hole and the taste of the jock and cum in my mouth. My tongue licked my lips and tasted the sweat forming on my upper lip and I moaned. My eyes flitted to the door to my office and back to my work. A thought popped in my head…..it was still during the lunch hour…..most of the staff was still out….it isn’t like I’ve never jerked off in my office before but that was just a quick tug behind my desk after a long day. Without knowing how I had done it I was already at my door turning the lock. In a daze I turned around and glanced around my office, my gaze hooded and hungry. My eyes fell on the water bottle, empty and sitting in the trash. I quickly unbuckled and pull down my pants and underwear leaving the jock on I grabbed the bottle and kneeled on the floor. I position my ass right over the bottle cap and rocked down on it. Fuck it felt amazing. Even though I couldn’t get it that far in just the cap popping in and out of my hole turn me on. I was bouncing on it and rubbing the rough crusted jock against me. I quickly pulled it aside and started jerking. Twisting my nipples while bouncing I felt the orgasm cumming on me quickly, and before I knew it cum erupted, I shot 5 times and sagged back on my heels, my full weight settled on the bottle and with a surprise yelp it slipped into me. I saw stars and my breathing quickened. I pants as I adjusted to the invasion. Looking down I could see the cum splattered all over my floor. Instantly I was on my hands, my tongue licking the dirty rough carpet sucking up all my jizz. The water bottle popped out and hit the floor just as I finished licking up the last drops of my cum. I quickly rearranged myself sorted my office out and went back to work all the happier. My thought still drifted but I was able to make it through the end of the work day and head home. As I was driving home a thought occurred to me and I made a detour. Parking in the stores lot I got out and walked in…. Tuesday After Work Walking into the porn shop I thought of what it was I was looking for and why I had waited so long to get one. Now before you think I am a married prude I am not unfamiliar with porn shop, adult bookstores or ABS as you kids call em nowadays. I stop by on occasion to pop in some dollars and jerk off quick on the way home. Often with the viewing window down so me and some stranger can watch each other jerk off. They are again a nice safe way to be kinky without risking more than you want. As I walked in took notice of the cashier and smiled. It was one of my favorites, not that I have ever done anything but this guy was hot as all held. An older guy full and nice trimmed white bear, shaved head and really muscular. Think if you spliced Anderson Cooper with Joe Manganiello, fuckin nice image right. Anyways I went up to the toy wall and started browsing. Fuck there is a lot of thing that you can stick up your ass. I kept walking back and forth trying to decide between a set of butt plugs that were marketed as trainers (3 separate boxes 3 in each starting small and going to Lincoln tunnel) or this dildo that looked like what I imagined Tom’s cock must be like. “Need some help there son?” Without hearing him the cashier had snuck up behind me, I gave a start and a stare cause holy fuck he was hotter closer up. My hole started to twitch again like at lunch and my cock started to thicken, Fuck bet I still had some of the supplement running through me. “Ummmm not really sure which one to get, kinda new to all this” I stammered “Well here I can help you there” with that he grabbed the beginner and intermediate butt plug trainers off the wall and started back to the counter. On impulse I grabbed the dildo, figure I might be able to get it in there some day. I walked up to the front of the counter and he chuckled and motioned for me to come behind. The counter was tall about waist high and had shelves for storage underneath. The cashier looked at me and told me to drop my pants…..I stared at him like he was crazy and he repeated the command this time in a much more forceful way. Adding if I need it there were some poppers for encouragement under the counter to my left. Looking over I saw a bottle of Amsterdam already opened. Again my hole twitched and my mind raced. Was I really going to listen to this guy. Just then the front door opened and a guy came up to buy some tokens for the back. I sighed with relief. I am sure I look very out of place in my suit and tie just standing behind the counter. “Got a new one? “ “Naw just gonna give him a fitting” said the cashier with a wink The new comer chuckled and wandered off to the back room . He looked at me stared into my eyes and then glanced down. As if of their own accord my hands trembling undid my belt and drop my pants to the floor, before I could hesitate I grabbed the poppers bottle and took 4 deep hits. The rush hitting me and kicking that water back into me. I grabbed my underwear and the jock and tore them down exposing my full bush and hairy ass. The cashier looked at me with lust and came over and turned me so I was facing out into the store. Grabbing lube form the shelf I felt him smear some on my ass. “Now the beginner butt plug feels like this” and with that 2fingers were shoved roughly into my hole. I instinctively stood on tip toe, trying to deny him further entrance. His meaty hand came down on my shoulder and forced me back down. A moan escape my lips as I started to move my hips in a circle. His finger worked in and out of my hole, hitting my prostate. My cock fully hard dripped a steady leak of precum into the pouch of the jock between my feet. “This is the smaller set so this is what you would be starting with. Though seems like you have already being working this out a bit on your own. So we will get your started right at the intermediate level OK” Wordlessly and I nodded my head. At that moment I heard the door open. Panic gripped me as I saw Tom walk in the store. Quickly I ducked down pulling the cashier finger from my ass and crammed myself onto the shelf. “Hey Tom, got your order in , look like you are going to have a fun weekend this time.” “Me and Mike have a fun weekend every time but this time is going to be special. You should stop by after you get off work. We would love to have you. Not really a group outing but always fun to add a fourth.” “I just might do that thanks, here ya go have great day “ Once Tom left I scampered back out from under the shelf and the cashier was shaking his head and chuckling “Don’t know why you were so afraid Tom has seen me doing worse than that in here. Hell one time he came in while is husband was blowing me. That was a fun night. We ended up spit roast that hot little number right behind the counter. So back to your purchases, let get you’re the intermediate and that dildo I saw you drooling over and bring up. Here turned around for me and let me see that hole again……you might wanna hit those poppers too” Not needing encouragement when it came to poppers I took another 4 hits and present my ass. I heard him open the one box, smear some more lube on my hole and then felt the cool silicon of the butt plug pressing against my ass. Panicked I took 2 more hit of poppers and it snapped into me. I saw stars and my cock. FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKK it almost made me come. My breath was coming in shallow gasps. “ There ya go now pull up those pants and be on your way sexy. Before I decide to take a taste of the hole with more than just my fingers” Sliding money onto the counter I grabbed my purchases and made my way out of the store, the whole time the butt plug was rubbing my prostate. I opened my car door and sat down, instantly my cock erupted and the pressure from the seat pushed me over the edge. My cock pulsed in the jock constrained and holding all my cum . It took me about 5 min before I could put the keys in the ignition and pull away. And you can bet I hit every pit hole on the way home…… Tuesday Evening I got out of my car and looked at my cellphone, 5pm, I had an hour before I had to be over at Tom and Mike’s for another run. As I walked up my front steps I noticed a 6 bottles of water on the front steps with a note, “ In case you wanted needed some more”. A smile crept over my face as I bent down and grabbed it, the butt plug shifting in my ass sending little waves of pleasure through my body. I walked in dropped my bag and I grabbed the water and carried it into the kitchen putting it into the fridge to chill….I debated half a second before I grabbed one and drank half of it. The bitter strange flavor seemed strong but I didn’t care. With only an hour to spare I got y purchases from the front hall and made my way upstairs. As soon as I was in the bedroom I stripped down to my stolen jock. My hand reached around and felt where the plug was locked firmly in my ass. I started to pull it out and gasp at the amount of pain that hit me. Fuck that isn’t good, I guess I was so hot at the porn shop I didn’t notice, or maybe it was the poppers. Thinking that might help I went to my bed stand and grabbed my bottle, taking 4 hits I felt the warmth and horniness sweep over me. I reached back again and started pulling on the butt plug. This time I got it to move and could feel it working out of my ass. Fuck it started to feel good, a moan escaped my lips as I felt my ass stretching. Slowly I pulled careful not to hurt myself, sweat broke out on my body. A little bit more and it would clear the fat part and I could go take a shower and get dressed. Just before I thought it was going to give I heard a shout from downstairs. It was Tom “ Hey neighbor! Your dor was open and I thought I would come by and make sure you got the water and ceck you were coming tonight” Startled by the voice my hand let go of the butt plug and it snapped back into my tight hole. Stars danced in front of my eyes and I groaned loudly. “Yup, I be there in a bit, just wanted to hop in the shower and rinse off the day.” “OK, I’ll just wait down here for ya then and we can head over together.” Fuck I thought with Tom waiting I didn’t have time for this. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…..well guess this will be interesting. I stripped off the jock and hopped in my shower, the whole time I was in there I was desperately trying to get the plug out of my ass. Finally worrying that Tom would think something was wrong I got out dried off and went to get dress. I stepped back into Mike’s jock and a pair of compression shorts under my usual running shorts. Figured I had seen people wear them like this and this way in case the damn fucking butt plug decided to pop out the compression shorts would help hold it in place. I made my way down the stairs and saw Tom sitting on my couch dressed all in green this time, his blonde fur sticking out of his tank top, his hand resting behind his head the flashing his furry pits. Fuck my nostrils dilated and I swear I could smell something, it made my cock twitch and my ass spasm around the plug. When he looked over and smiled at me I think I even blushed a little. “Here I also wanted to bring you this.” He held out a flash drive to me, I looked at it puzzled “ It is a relaxing programs. Mike used to have a hard time sleeping when he started taking the supplements of his so I whipped up this in order to help him relax. Worked like a charm. Just add it to you play list after the run tonight and you will be sleeping like a baby in no time.” I nodded my thanks and set it down on the coffee table and followed Tom, out the door and over to his place, My cock was hard and straining against the pouch of the stolen jock, kept firmly in place, each step shifting the plug in my hole mad me leak a little. Fuck how was I going to get through this run. Tuesday Run and Bedtime Making my way over to the house I rang the bell and was greeted by Tom who handed me a bottle of water. “Here I made another one for ya so you don’t have to use the ones we gave you right away” Not wanting to let on I had already drank some I quickly drained the bottle while Tom watched smiling to himself. “Hey I was kind of sore after last night wanna help me stretch out a bit before we run?” Tom asked as he go down on the floor and stretched his legs straight in front of him. Thinking nothing of it got down and mirrored his position and started to pull him forward. The water was already starting to warm me up and making my hole throb. The buttplug pushed harder in my ass as I was sitting on their tiled floor. A slight moan escaped my lips and I hoped that Tom didn’t hear me. I heard Mike coming down the stairs as Tom started to pull me toward him stretching my back out and making me bend almost in half. I felt my tank top rising up showing the top of my ass. “Well Tom I guess you win the bet” Mike chuckled Tom just smiled and informed him he would collect later tonight. We finished the stretch and got up off the floor and made our way to the door. The doctored water was definitely making a difference. I could feel all my muscles and just wanted to get out and start using them. The plug in my ass was making me leak and fuck it was amazing. We took off on the same route, I started panting and sweaty almost groaning with each step as my ass shifted and clenched. My body moving and sweating, dripping down my face I was having a a harder time keeping pace with my new friends. The plug was so distracting. My cock was so hard and I was thankful for the compression shorts to keep it in. Once again as we made our way back they both started to sprint as we re-entered the forest. Trying to keep up with them I ran faster, the plug shifting in my ass more and more, hitting my prostate, the shorts rubbing the rough material of the jock over my cock head. Oh fuck OH FUCK FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK before I could do anything an orgasm rippled through my body. I grabbed a tree to steady myself, my hole spasmed and twisted, I panicked feeling the plug force from my body. Fuck fuck fuck fuck luckily the shorts kept it lodge aimed at my ass. Walking a few feet I spotted a bench and before I could second guess the decision I sat down hard. The plug popped back in sending me into another orgasm. Gasping and grunting and blushing I felt dirty and wrong but so happy. I Jogged the rest of the way back to Mike and Toms, I entered their place and made my way upstairs to the guest bath. I heard noises from the their bedroom that let me know exactly what the bet was for. Blushing I made my way to the bathroom stripping my sweaty clothes off. The stolen jock now drenched in cum and sweat. I got in the shower and managed to get the plug out. My ass felt empty but also amazing. I had never had anything in that long. I set the plug on the soap dish and finished washing. Coming out of the shower I looked at the plug and wondered what to do with it. There was not lube left. Making a quick call I buried it in the back of the under the sink shelf. I figured since they used it for guests I could just pick it up on another visit. Exiting into the main room my blood ran cold, on the bed were my clothes form the other night cleaned and washed, but the dirty ones were missing. Maybe I could lie and say it was my jock and we just had the same taste……fuck fuck fuck. I got dressed and made my way downstairs to Tom and Mike sitting at the kitchen island. Mike passed me some water, I took a sip and tasted the now familiar bitterness and carefully only drank a bit of it . I wasn’t sure how much was safe. The once again invited me to dinner but I begged off saying I wanted to get back to my pace and use the hot tub my wife had insisted we install. I could definitely use the soak. Before leaving Tom reminded me to try using the relaxation tracks he had made for me to help me sleep. Mike looked up with a knowing smile as I shut the door behind me to a shout of “same time tomorrow” Making my way home I stripped as some as I got in , threw on some trunk swim briefs quickly loaded the tracks from the flash drive to my phone and made my way to the hot tub. Booting up the first of 9 tracks , each one was about 45 min, I put in my ear buds and listened. Seemed like some nice ASMR delta wave hippy stuff one of my friends had told me about once. I closed my eyes and started to just drift. After about 15 minutes I felt extremely relaxed and the hot tub had finished a cycle. Taking that as A hint I got out, went to the outside shower we had just for rinsing off and then went upstairs, stripped off my trunks and slid into bed. Putting the earbuds back in I fell quickly asleep. My dreams were really weird but I woke up feeling amazing and refreshed and made my way to the bathroom….. Wednesday Morning Making my way to the bathroom I checked myself in the mirror. Looking at my face it was definitely a shaving day. My usual neat goatee was looking a bit scruffy and needed a trim, looking over my body I ran my hair through my thick chest hair, scratching it, felt really good. Staring at my face in the mirror I wondered what I would look like without the goatee and stubble. Oh well need to get showered and cleaned up. Hopping in the shower I start running my hands all over. Soapy my pecs and abs, washing my cock and balls and my furry pits. My hands started to soap up my ass, kneading the cheeks they drifted closer to my hole. Right away I noticed a difference. Where once I was a air tight a soap finger easily slipped in. A moan escaped my lip and a second finger joined it, then a third. My hole seemed on fire need more. I began to truly finger fuck myself. Working deeper and deeper, I turn my head and my eyes saw the toys on the bathroom counter. The two plugs still left and the dildo, the next thing I knew I was dripping wet and walking to the night stand to grab the poppers from my drawer. Heading back into the running shower I grabbed the dildo and the jar of abolene my wife uses for removing her make up. Having used it once or twice for my own popper fueled edge sessions I knew it was a great lube. I uncapped the poppers and took 6 hits , 3 on each side. My breathing became deeper and my hole hungry. I needed to be filled. I slather up the dildo and gentle touched it to my hole. Just that touch sent desire coursing through my body. I began to push on it, it wasn’t moving, I pushed hard feeling my hole stretch and finally with a gasp of pain touched with pleasure the head popper in. I gasped, unable to to much else as my hole adjusted. I then slowly took it out, popping it back in and gyrating my hips. Again and again I was taking little thrusts of the cock. I took the bas and planted it on the floor of the tub. I angled the water so it was hitting me right in the chest. I got on my knees and pressed down again. Bouncing a little I rode the first 4 inches of the dildo. Sweat pouring from me and mixing with the water. Looking over I grabbed my poppers again. Daring myself I took 10 hits. 5 on each side. The need was pulsing. I could feel my hole throbbing around the dildo, I began riding it again fast and fast. I got up on the balls of my feet for a different angle and felt it hitting something deep in my hole. I changed my angle again to keep hitting that spot. 2 more hits of poppers. I was moaning constantly now, want the fucking to never end. I went to readjust myself again to get at my hole a different angle. While moving my foot out it slipped on the wet tub floor, I had half a second of panic before my weight dropped me down on the rest of the dildo. Something gave way in my and I felt my entire ass spasm, quaking around the dildo. Tremors ripped through my body and the biggest orgasm I had ever felt rocketed through my body. My ass pulsed and kept pulsing, I flopped on the tub floor like a fish unable to control myself, spread through me radiating from my hole I arched my back and the dildo shot form me hitting the other side of the bathtub. Spent I lay there as the water kept raining down on me. I gasped for breath as I came back into myself. Gingerly I touch my hole with my hand and felt the electric connection shoot in my making me moan. Knowing I was now running late I soaped up again and washed offer my body, no time for a shave again. I went out in the bedroom and grabbed my now standard jock strap, this time no other underwear and dress suit, went downstairs grabbed a protein bar 2 bottles of water from the fridge and head off to work… Wednesday Work I got to work and sat in my chair and loaded up the project for the day. My hand idle scratches my chest. Grabbing a bottle of water I began sipping it through the morning. The bitter taste was now welcome and delicious now. I loved swallowing it, before I knew it the first bottle was finished and empty. Gathering all my fortitude I buckled down and focused on the task at hand. Luckily everything was routine and while I was distracted I as able to get through all I needed to get through before lunch time came. My cock was hard and tenting my dress pants. Fuck I was horned up. Since I hadn’t brought any lunch I figured I would head out and grab a bite from one of the nearby cafes. I grabbed by keys and hopped in my car heading out for food. My ass gave a twitch against my suit pants and I moaned. As if of its own accord I was back at the porn shop. Before I knew what I was doing I was out of the car and walking through the door. The Cashier was back behind the counter and smiled at me. “Hey buddy how is everything working out for ya?” “Pretty good thanks, can I get some change for the back?” I asked as I handed him a 20 Smiling with a wink he handed me back my change and I went to the back room. There seemed to be a lot of guys back there , apparently I wasn’t the only one going for a lunch time wank. I usually just go into the first booth I see open but none were open until I got about halfway back. Ducking in quick I fed 5$ into the machine and started up some porn. Opening my fly I reached in and pulled out my cock, moaning as a drop of precum leaked out the front. My other hand rubbed all over my chest rubbing my nipples through my dress shirt. Sweat started to break out on my forehead and I got worried. In order not to get my shirt all wet I took it off and hung it on the hook. Fuck it was hot in here. My hand scratched my furry chest pinching my nipples. Lifting my arms I sniffed my pit and my tongue stretched out licking the sweat. Fuck it tasted so good, another moan left my lips my cock now slick with precum a I was jacking it. The porn on the screen showed a fuck hot guy in a sling getting pounded by a big hairy fucker. My ass twitched and spasmed as I watch the huge cock pound into the guy in the slings hole. His body arched and glistened. Smooth and pale, covered in tattoos and pierced nipples. Just as I was getting close I heard the door to my booth open and turned around in a panic. Holy fuck how had I forgot to lock it. Standing there was the cashier smiling at me. Moving quickly he moved into the booth with me and closed the door locking it. Wondering what he was going to do I stood there stock still. Coming to me he grabbed my hands off my cock and bent my right arm behind my head. Burying his face in my sweaty pit I felt his tongue make a long flat hot swipe, licking the salty mix. Grabbing my chin roughly he turned my head and stared into my eyes. My mouth hung open, I had never done anything with a guy physically before. Taking advantage of my pose his spit at my, landing most of it in my mouth. I taste my sweat and his spit and swallowed. Nodding with a knowing smile he sank to a squat and took my cock in his mouth. HOLY FUCK my wife never gave head this was amazing. My back arched in began thrusting into him. In no time I had built back to where I was, sweat dripping from me I began to shudder and spasm. My body rocked by another amazing orgasm, 8 shots of cum erupted from my cock into the cashier’s mouth. Finally it stopped and I stood there feeling drained. The cashier stood up and stepped right next to me and pulled me close. His hands grabbed my hair and bent my head slightly back, his mouth hovered over mine, barely touching. My mouth breathing escaping form my open mouth. Still staring into my eyes he open his mouth and let my cum drip into me. My eyes were wide as saucers as e spit my load back into me. Once he has it all out his hand came up and closed my mouth. “Swallow”……….and I did Wednesday cont. Cashier reached into my jacket hanging on the wall and pull out my cellphone, and dialed a number. Still dazed he held it to my ear. I have no idea what I heard, my only response was to sign off with “Thank you” and “Yes”. Staring back at cashier I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded. His hand went to my pants belt and undid them. They dropped to the floor leaving me standing in just my black jock. Next his hands move to his own jeans and he opened them, pushing them just past his ass. I was shocked to see his cock in a steel cage, a small padlock attached. Above his cock was the word “Property” and under that “of” the rest of the tattoo disappearing onto his cock and under the metal. Reaching behind him he grunted and gasped, bring the item around to the front I knew what to do. He held it up and locked eyes with me again, the light from the porn playing showed the pug clean and glistening with his ass juices and….I tongue shot out and made a quick swipe, the taste of rubber and lube and cum, and ass filled my mouth. Cashier smiled and motioned with his fingers. I turned around and presented my ass. He handed me a bottle of poppers and I hit is hard, breathing deep 4, 5, 6, 7 ,8 and held it. Holding that 8th hit in me as I felt the plug against my hole, pushing harder, harder, I exhaled. The rush was instant, my hole opened and the plug shot in and practically locked in place. Stars danced in front of my eyes. I felt like I was going to pass out. The Cashier’s arms held me tight as my ass spasmed and adjusted to this new fullness. After a few minutes the Cashier slapped my ass and let me know lunch was just about over. I got dressed like a zombie and right myself. Stopping in the bathroom on the way out to fix my hair. I headed back to my works my hole full and a smile on my face. Wednesday After Work Back at my desk I had a smile on my face and a rumbling in my guts. With nothing else at my desk to eat I drank the other bottle of water, it seemed to have some energy kick to it so I thought I would hold me over. The only problem was it started making me also bounce up and down in my office chair to work the plug in my ass. This would never work and I couldn’t take the time for a jerk session again with work to do. Then I remembered Tom’s relaxing files and popped in my ear buds an hit play. It was amazing again after like 5 min I calmed down and was able to get back to work. The weir ASMR like noises penetrated my head and soothed me. Before I knew it is was 5 o’clock and time to head out. Pretty happy I had gotten even ab it more than I meant to accomplished I packed up my briefcase and started out the door. Walking to my car was both great and difficult. The shifting plug in my ass kept send warm tingles to my cock which was leaking so much at this point I could feel it slip and sliding in the jock strap. I got in my car and another moan escaped from my lips and it pushed the plug nice and hard into me again. The drive home was uneventful, I had decided on the way home that instead of cardio tonight I needed to get some weight training in, so instead of going for a run with Tom and Mike I would head to my gym and do some muscle training. Waking up stairs I quickly stripped off my clothes and decided to rinse off the sweat from my earlier encounter before heading out. As I made my way through the bathroom I looked in the mirror and notice my scruffy face, hmm I need to fix that. Grabbing my clippers I started to trim my goatee, carefully working the edges before I would shave. I kept shaping it and fixing the edges, they never seemed to be straight. Then I thought back to earlier and what I would look like without it. I hadn’t shaved my face totally in around 6 years. Fuck it no time like the present and change is always good. The clippers move over my and so I was completely gone. I lathered up and began to shave, the boar bristle brush felt great on my skin and the sandalwood soap I use always smells great. Before I knew it I was all done, looking at the guy in the mirror I was impressed with how much younger I looked and how great my face was. But I looked off a bit. Here was this youthful face with the deep hairy chest and bush, that just looks weird, I thought. Picking the clippers back up I started working them over my body, striping of my once cherished chest hair, leg hair, bits crotch everything got clippered. Now that looked a lot better. Standing there I looked young and fit. It really helped show off all the hard work I was doing. My cock liked it too as a large amount of precum had dripped on the sink counter making a small pool. Not one to let anything go to waste I bent down a quickly licked I up. The taste was delicious and I savored it in my mouth before swallowing it. I ran my hand over my almost hairless body and love it. The feel of my skin so much closer now. It made me wonder…..Digging under the sink I found what I was looking for. My wife hated any body hair on her so she always had some of the hair stripping stuff. A quick look at the direction said it was perfect for my bikini area, since I don’t have one of those I’ll just assume that I can put it on my balls. I ran some down my arms, chest, balls, legs, ass, even my hands and feet. The stuff smelled weird and kind of burned but I stood there covered in with goo for a solid 20 min while I waited for it to work. When the time was up I went and turned on the shower and got in. The water felt amazing washing that stuff of and I was shocked and how much hair was circling the daring. The water felt different, no longer hitting the impasse of my body hair it glided over my skin feeling like sating running down my body. I got out and toweled off, the nakedness of being hairless was exhilarating . I looked at myself in the mirror and marvels. No hair , not a single one. I hadn’t looked like this since I was 10. My cock looked gigantic huge and pulsing, a pearl of precum leaked out and my finger quickly brought it to my mouth, before I could get to into what I was doing I reminded myself I needed to get my ass in gear and hit the gym. Throwing on a jock compression shorts and a tank I headed out to build some muscle….. Wednesday Night I made it to the gym and head to the locker room, I needed to change into different shoes, mainly because I hate tracking dirt all over the gym from outside. Went to my locker open it up and staring at me were two water bottles. I know I hadn’t put them there and there was a not attached to one that said “Drink Me”. These ones looked slightly different from the usually ones, they had a tinge of almost dark brown yellow, I figured they must just be a stronger formula. I grabbed one and brought it to my lips. It was warm from being in the locker and tasted a bit acrid but I just chugged it right down and kept going until the bottle was empty. Feel a bit of a flush I head out to the gym floor and over to the free weights. While walking over I noticed Cashier from the porn shop doing cardio on the treadmill, I don’t remember him being part of my gym but I smiled and nodded hello on my way past. He gave a slight nod and a smirk and kept running. The sweat was pouring form his body into his black tank and shorts. Over in the free weight area I started with some light curls and then some flys to working my upper body hard. Seated arms raises and some triceps flex. Did some skull crushers and by that time almost an hour had past. I didn’t see cashier in the cardio area anymore and I was feeling a bit sore. Since the butt plug was still in my ass I know I was going to do any squats. As it was the motions I had been going through and the hard bench had worked the plug in my hole pretty well. A noticeable bulge was sneaking down my shorts. Back in the locker room I decided relaxing stint in the steam room would be a great idea. I went to my locker and took off my clothes and noticed a message on my phone. I checked into my voicemail and heard that voice again, my mind was fuzzy, sweat broke out all over my body, my cock pulsed and dripped precum before the end. “Thank you sir” escaped my lips and I grabbed the other bottle and drained it before wrapping a towel around my waist and making my way to the steam room. Once inside the steam was tick as fuck today, I could barely make out the other side of the room. My bare feet slapped against the wet tiles as I made my way to the back and pulled my towel off to slay it down on the bench. The door to the room opened and I saw a tall shape coming towards me. I smiled when I saw it was the Cashier, his body swollen form his workout. I stood up to greet him and he leaned in, whisper things in my ear I can’t recall, it all came out so fast. He pulled away and I nodded knowing what to do. I turned around and got on my knees and present my plug. His hand roved all over my hairless body, grasping the plug firmly in his hand he started to pull. A moan escaped m lips and I bit my hand trying not to make any noise. Finally the pug came out of my hole with an audible plop noise and a sigh escaped my lips. My hand crept back feeling my hole, what once had been tight now stayed open, gaping as if waiting to be filled. A finger slide around the outside of the hole and a moan escaped my lips. The cashier leaned on my back; I could feel his sweat on me, his caged metal cock pressing against my hole. He whispered in my ear again and my world started to fade. The last clear image was of 6 guys coming out of the steam before everything went black……. Thursday Morning I woke up in my bed slightly disoriented not knowing how I got home last night. All I remember was going into the steam room and seeing the Cashier and then everything got very fuzzy. My hand glided down my smooth body, tweaking my nipples making a moan starting my my chest and emerge from my parted lips. I shifted my body and felt something move. Looking down my hand looked different and I couldn’t figure out why, but it looked very strange. I slowly got up from my bed and gasp and I felt the shift happen in my ass again. Making my way to the bathroom I turned around expecting to see the safety catch for my plug and instead found a loop of rope. Grabbing hold of it I begin to pull with my hand while pushing with my ass muscled. A giant read ball popped out making my cock drip and a sigh issue form my lips. I kept pulling and another popped out, the sensation was incredible. The benwa balls were rubbing across my prostate as each one slid from my stretched hole. I was starting to feel empty again. The 5th ball popped out and still rope was in my ass. I pull slowly and felt something squishy sliding out. And stared in amazement, tied at the end was a condom full of cum. I wasn’t sure how many guy contributed to it but I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the scissors for the bathroom sink, snipped the condom and poured the whole contents into my mouth. Savoring all the loads as then slid down my throat, tasting the different mingled flavors. Something was still weird there was a light string almost like dental floss still attached to the end of the benwa balls. I pulled the string carefully I didn’t even feel it in my gaping hole. Something popped out of my ass and swung from the end of the string. Looking down in horror I realized then why my hand looked odd and different. Attached to the string behind the condom full of who know whose loads, was my wedding ring……. Thursday daytime My cock sprang to life and I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed the balls and started pushing them one at a time back in my ass, after taking off my wedding ring of course. Each ball slipped in, a little resistance at first at the pop in slipped in slamming into my prostate. Watching myself in the mirror , moans and gasp escaping from me I watched myself in the mirror as sweat broke out . Once all the balls were back in place I grabbed my poppers and took 3 hits and started jacking my cock. Squeezing my ass muscles I felt the balls shift in my hole rubbing my prostate and sending the best feeling shoot through my body. 3 more hits and I was getting close, 4 hits and I knew what I was ready to do. So close and about to shoot my hand grabbed the looped rope and yanked hard, wrenching the balls from my ass just as my orgasm crested spraying he mirror and counter, my knees gave out and I fell to the ground shuddering and sweating. Waves of pleasure making my body quiver. In a haze I looked up and saw my glassy eyes in the mirror as I pulled myself up and began licking my cum from the counter, looking myself in the eyes as my tongue made wide swipes across the glass, some of the cum dripped onto my chin, my breath fogging the glass. Panting I made my way to the shower to get cleaned up and dressed for work. I grabbed another bottle of the energy water to drink on the way to work and headed in, every time I thought back to this morning my cock grew hard and leaked precum. I was glad I had on a jock strap and wore dark pants otherwise I knew there would be a noticeable spot. Once I got to work it was much better, I was so distracted and horny all day long that my mind kept drifting and my cock stayed hard. Due to this it took me forever to get my usual workload done and before I knew it the clock said 8 pm. Fuck well no working out for me tonight. Leaning back in my chair I heard the door open and glance up. The night cleaning crew must be here, I knew the guy that cleaned my office decently well as this was not my first time staying late, though it was the first time because I was horny. Looking at him made my cock twitch. He nodded hello and in his Slavic accent asked if it was ok for him to clean my office. Nodding I said yes as I was just going to pack up and head out. Reaching into my bag I grabbed the second bottle of water that day and downed it. My heart racing and cock throbbing. I heard a cellphone go off and looked at the cleaning guy as he answered it. He nodded twice and then walked over to me, my mind became fuzzy as he put the phone to my ear and I heard the no familiar voice and its litany. Nodding my head I mumbled a thank you. Standing up I moved around my desk and began stripping off my clothes while the cleaner watch. Once I was down to my black jockstrap I kneeled and looked up. The cleaner reached into the pocket of his work pants and pulled out a small brown bottle. Steeping close to me he pressed it to my right nostril holding my left closed. I inhaled deeply. He repeated on the left side, again inhaling deeply. Right. Left. Right. Left. My head was spinning as he looked down at me. Drool came out of my mouth and dripped down my smooth chest. The cleaner reached up and unzipped his cleaner crew suit, reveling a white jock strap and a 8 inch uncut cock, precum beading at the tip and getting ready to drip. He point to the floor and I knew to lay down and open my mouth. He slowly milked his cock while standing above me. Dripping precum into my mouth. A steady leaking stream that tasted sweet and made me want more. He slowly began to jack his cock harder, his breathing quickened, he aimed his cock to my chest and I felt the cum hit me, 8 strong blasts coated my chest and abs. The cleaner walked around and bent down, swiping his hand through the mess on me and gathering the cum up. He presented his hand and I dutifully lifted my head and lapped up all he had to offer, sucking the cum from his finger and palm. My own cock was straining against the jock strap and I desperately wanted release. And just like that he zipped up and walked away, leaving me a heaving mess on the floor of my office. Thursday cont… Panting there my eyes dazed, my cock straining and leaking precum I heard my office door again and panicked. Turning quickly I saw the janitor was back and had brought more of the night cleaning crew. I started to stutter an explanation but the first guy shook his head know and held a finger to his lips. He walked to my desk and grabbed my cellphone and dialed number. He knelt down and held the phone to my ear, staring me directly in my eyes. The Voice was back, soothing, telling me what to do and not to worry. A bottle off poppers was held to my nose and I inhaled while listening to the voice. 1 hit, 2, ,3, 4, 5, 6, the phone was turned off and I got to my feet and faced the 3 new men. Each now stood there naked, their cocks rampant and dripping. I walked to the first man and lifted his arm. I quickly buried my face in his sweaty pits. My tongue lapping the sweat and cleaning his dense furry trench, marking my face with his smell. Once cleaning I moved to the other side repeating the gesture. He then turned around and present his ass. My ace dove in licking and nibbling. Making his hole wet, tongue fucking that furry fucker. I heard a snapping of fingers and removed myself from his ass. Moving onto the next guy and repeating the process. Each time cleaning and licking and nibbling. My cock dripping and wetting the entire front of my jock strap. After the third guy I turned to the first and he smiled and nodded. All 4 men got dressed and left. I could still smell them on me. Once again I got dressed and before leaving chugged my last bottle of water. I needed to get home and ride my dildo I was so fucking horny I needed my ass filled and I wanted it badly. With my hand on the doorknob about to step out a thought occurred. I dropped my pants, reached in my bag and grabbed the bottle. I tried pushing it in but it just wasn’t working, all it did was make me groan and sweat. In a last ditch effort I pulled my pants back up and went out into the hall. I found the janitor that takes care of my office. Looking in his eyes I simply said “ Please” and gave him the bottle. He smiled and I turned around, he reached into his cart and pulled out lube and jammed the bottle home. Making me feel whole and happy. I pulled up and left. The ride home took forever. Antoher six pack of water waiting for me on the doorstep as I rushed in….. Friday I woke up sore and foggy and wasn’t feeling well so I called into work to give myself a break. As soon as I hung up I passed back out and didn’t wake up until I heard a repeated knocking at my door. Getting out of bed I padded downstairs and cracked open the door to see Tom my neighbor standing there sweating and panting a little. “Hey saw your car was still in the driveway after my run and wanted to check in on ya , and see what was up” I opened the door and let him in, only after realizing I was naked. Tom walked in wearing just a tanka nd basketball shorts and sat down on the couch. I asked if he wanted anything to drink and he said sure. I grabbed one of the bottle from my fridge and brought it to him. “Nothing for you? Come on don’t let a guy drink alone” Tom joked Padding back to the fridge I grabbed a bottle and went back into the living room where some was casually sipping at his bottle. I looked at him and raised the bottle to my lips and took a swig. This batch tasted different , stronger somehow. My tongue came alive and I groaned and just tilted my head back draining the bottle quickly and panting and wiping the drips from my mouth. “Tastes good doesn’t it? Better if you get it fresh after it is made though.” Tom spoke as he pulled his tank off. The scent of his sweat filled the rooms. I walked over to him standing naked in front of him my cock came alive and began to throb and drip. Tom looked me in the eyes and nodded putting his hands behind his head. I dropped to my knees. My arms going about his waist as my face nuzzled his furry pits and made mewing noises. My tongue stuck out and licked digging deep and tasting him. “MMmmmmmm good boy, glad those tapes are working. You have come a long way so fast. That’s it lick those pits clean. Be good boy and clean me out.” I continued licking his pits until he pulled my face up and locked eyes with me. His blue eyes held me and I stared as he dribbled spit form his mouth. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick it off his chin and then thrusting into his mouth. We both moaned into the kiss as our tongues battled and hit scent and spit filled my mouth. I wanted more of him. This sexy fucker making out with me on my couch. Tome stood up and kicked off his shoes and sock and dropped hi short reveling a stunning 9 inch long uncut cock dripping. I made to walk back up to the bedroom and Tom shook is head and lead me to the garage. The smell of grass and dirty and car triggered a moan from my lips. Tom present a familiar brown bottle and I grabbed it. Looking into his eyes again he nodded slightly and I inhaled,4 times I breathed deep. On the fifth onto Tom told me to hold it and turn around and bend over the lawnmower. As he bent down and dove into my ass I exhaled, the combination was intoxicating. My ass ground into him his tongue fucking my hole and making me moan. Tome stood up and leaned over me, his sweat covered hairy body covering me, his mouth pressed to my ear, his hot breathe his rock hard cock touching my hole. “What do you want neighbor?” I was unable to form words. The bottle appeared at my nose and I took another hit, and another, on my third Tim instructed me again to hold and only to exhale when I could commit to what I wanted. Thoughts raced through my head and I knew what I wanted. Exhaling I shoved back hard impaling myself on his raw dick. Scream moaning in pain pleasure and the intrusion with little lube and began thrusting back hard jamming my ass on his cock . Sweat was dripping form him and me, I ran my hand over my smooth chest and licked it off. Tom pulled me of spun me around and growled. His thumb went into my mouth pulling it open and he spit directly into my mouth, then slapped me as I swallowed. I jumped and wrapped my legs around him my ass hanging off the back of the mower he began thrusting deep into my hole raping me and telling me what a good fucking whore I am and how he can’t wait to shoot a load deep in my ass. His thrust became faster and harder my mind was spinning and my cock was throbbing, he slammed my prostate and before I knew what was happening cum was erupting out of my cock, my first orgasm in 4 days coating my face and chest. Before I even stopped shooting my hand was there. Wiping it up and feeding it to myself cum in my mouth on my body and as Tom sped up fucking I begged for his load in my ass. He was fucking me so hard the mower was hitting the wall, a constant banging to match his thrust. “So close, you ready slut you ready for this load!!!!?” Tom growled at me I nodding and he thrust one more time and the world stopped making sense. My arm hurt and my head hurt and I was cover in cum and my bed sheets, I dragged myself up off the floor panting and hornier then ever as I continued to wake up. The pounding came again and I realized it was the front door…. Friday cont.. I padded down stairs in a pair of workout short and opened the front door and was shocked. There was my wife, and a man and woman who I did not recognize at all. The 3 of them marched into the house brushing by me and my dazed look. I followed the group into the living room feeling slightly awkward as I had no underwear on and still smelled a bit of sex and sweat. My wife approached me and kissed me gently on the lips and greeted me, then lent in close to me ear and began whispering. My mind went cloudy and I realized why the voice on the phone sounded familiar. As she leaned away I nodded, and removed my short, walked over and laid with my knees on the floor and my chest on the ottoman. “Wow they really did a number on you and got results. I am impressed. “ she stated “ So long story short I am divorcing you, this is Michelle my soon to be wife, and this is Andre….but we will get to his role.” While she was talking Andre was removing his clothing. He was amazing. Dark tan skin and hairy all over. Looked Turkish or somewhere there about. It was when he dropped his pants and revealed an 8 inch soft uncut thick cock that I began to get hard. While I was distracted by this my wife had pulled papers from her pocket book and set them on the floor in front of me. I could feel Andre move around behind me and start licking my hole, his tongue was wide and it felt so good. My cock that had already sot started to get hard and a moan escaped my lips. “hehehe good boy, I knew your were gay from the moment I said ‘I do’, I just didn’t realise I was too. So this is how this works. These are the divorce papers. Very simple, I just want out. 50/50 split of finances and you can keep the house. Michelle is a lawyer and has a much nicer one anyways. So just sing here and here and we are al but done” While she was talking Andre moved his body up and had positioned his cock at my hole and started to push. All the training with buttplug and spit and what felt like a river of precum leaking off his cock allowed for an almost painless entry. I started to grunt as a pen was put in my hand and I looked down at the paper work. Andre was polite enough to slow down while I initialed and signed. “Good thanks, and I have one more gift of sorts for you, but we can do that after Andre finishes” With that Andre sped up his fucking ramming my ass and making me groan and squeal , I could feel his sweat running don and into my ass crack acting as a salty lube for his gigantic cock. Michele my wife….ex-wife’s soon to be wife was now taking a video form her phone of the event. Sweat was in my eyes and all I could do was to beg for Andre to fuck me harder and shoot that big load in my hole. He grabbed my hips and jack hammered away he finally grabbed my shoulder and slammed me so hard on his cock I felt him break past the second ring making me scream in pain as his cock grew ever bigger and pulsed in my ass. My first time having a cock in me and it was raw and breeding me, spilling a gallon of cum in my battered hole. “Perfect, let’s go” With that My ex and her girlfriend got up to leave, Andre pulled out with a slushing plop and wiped off on my short and joined them. I was left panting, my hand reached around to my battered hole and scooped up some of the cum leaking out, there was noticeable sign of blood, I brought it to my lips and cleaned my fingers, going back for more. I rubbed it all over my face and cock and jerked myself to a screaming orgasm shooting all over my body and face. And with that I passed out for a bit. I was awoken a bit later by my phone going off. The Ex had sent me the video Michelle sent. The first few seconds showed a pic of Andre from some escort magazine, then it faded to me. Panting and heaving in my living room. That camera panned around to Andre’s thrusting back starting at his shoulders and moving down and that is when I knew what my wife meant. On his back starting just below his shoulder blades was a giant bio hazard tattoo with a scorpion at each of the tree points. My mind whirl and I just passed out again not knowing what else to do….

Friday I woke up sore and foggy and wasn’t feeling well so I called into work to give myself a break. As soon as I hung up I passed back out and didn’t wake up until I heard a repeated knocking at my door. Getting out of bed I padded downstairs and cracked open the door to see Tom my neighbor standing there sweating and panting a little. “Hey saw your car was still in the driveway after my run and wanted to check in on ya , and see what was up” I opened the door and let him in, only after realizing I was naked. Tom walked in wearing just a tanka nd basketball shorts and sat down on the couch. I asked if he wanted anything to drink and he said sure. I grabbed one of the bottle from my fridge and brought it to him. “Nothing for you? Come on don’t let a guy drink alone” Tom joked Padding back to the fridge I grabbed a bottle and went back into the living room where some was casually sipping at his bottle. I looked at him and raised the bottle to my lips and took a swig. This batch tasted different , stronger somehow. My tongue came alive and I groaned and just tilted my head back draining the bottle quickly and panting and wiping the drips from my mouth. “Tastes good doesn’t it? Better if you get it fresh after it is made though.” Tom spoke as he pulled his tank off. The scent of his sweat filled the rooms. I walked over to him standing naked in front of him my cock came alive and began to throb and drip. Tom looked me in the eyes and nodded putting his hands behind his head. I dropped to my knees. My arms going about his waist as my face nuzzled his furry pits and made mewing noises. My tongue stuck out and licked digging deep and tasting him. “MMmmmmmm good boy, glad those tapes are working. You have come a long way so fast. That’s it lick those pits clean. Be good boy and clean me out.” I continued licking his pits until he pulled my face up and locked eyes with me. His blue eyes held me and I stared as he dribbled spit form his mouth. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick it off his chin and then thrusting into his mouth. We both moaned into the kiss as our tongues battled and hit scent and spit filled my mouth. I wanted more of him. This sexy fucker making out with me on my couch. Tome stood up and kicked off his shoes and sock and dropped hi short reveling a stunning 9 inch long uncut cock dripping. I made to walk back up to the bedroom and Tom shook is head and lead me to the garage. The smell of grass and dirty and car triggered a moan from my lips. Tom present a familiar brown bottle and I grabbed it. Looking into his eyes again he nodded slightly and I inhaled,4 times I breathed deep. On the fifth onto Tom told me to hold it and turn around and bend over the lawnmower. As he bent down and dove into my ass I exhaled, the combination was intoxicating. My ass ground into him his tongue fucking my hole and making me moan. Tome stood up and leaned over me, his sweat covered hairy body covering me, his mouth pressed to my ear, his hot breathe his rock hard cock touching my hole. “What do you want neighbor?” I was unable to form words. The bottle appeared at my nose and I took another hit, and another, on my third Tim instructed me again to hold and only to exhale when I could commit to what I wanted. Thoughts raced through my head and I knew what I wanted. Exhaling I shoved back hard impaling myself on his raw dick. Scream moaning in pain pleasure and the intrusion with little lube and began thrusting back hard jamming my ass on his cock . Sweat was dripping form him and me, I ran my hand over my smooth chest and licked it off. Tom pulled me of spun me around and growled. His thumb went into my mouth pulling it open and he spit directly into my mouth, then slapped me as I swallowed. I jumped and wrapped my legs around him my ass hanging off the back of the mower he began thrusting deep into my hole raping me and telling me what a good fucking whore I am and how he can’t wait to shoot a load deep in my ass. His thrust became faster and harder my mind was spinning and my cock was throbbing, he slammed my prostate and before I knew what was happening cum was erupting out of my cock, my first orgasm in 4 days coating my face and chest. Before I even stopped shooting my hand was there. Wiping it up and feeding it to myself cum in my mouth on my body and as Tom sped up fucking I begged for his load in my ass. He was fucking me so hard the mower was hitting the wall, a constant banging to match his thrust. “So close, you ready slut you ready for this load!!!!?” Tom growled at me I nodding and he thrust one more time and the world stopped making sense. My arm hurt and my head hurt and I was cover in cum and my bed sheets, I dragged myself up off the floor panting and hornier then ever as I continued to wake up. The pounding came again and I realized it was the front door….

The only thing that sounds wrong to me is you even considered if it was wrong. hope you had fun being a slut behind husband's back! He's probably doing the same while he's away!

Quinn "OH NO, Jason NO!" I can't help but yell. This cant be happening to me. I finally find a man I feel I can trust, a man I want to be with. He's just made love to me like no one has ever before, and he's possibly given me HIV. I don't know what to do. I try to get away but he's got me up against the headboard. You're on antivirals, right?" "I was, but my last blood work showed elevated liver enzymes so my doctor has taken me off of them, and after they've cleared my system we'll do another test to see if the meds are causing the problem." "Ok, but it takes time for the virus to build back up right?" I'm pleading with him. I'm grasping at straws. No, no, this can't be happening to me. Suddenly I feel his cock twitch deep inside me. Oh god I can't help but moan with pleasure, even though I realize he's still in me with his HIV-loaded cock. "Yes, it does take time to build back up." Jason's looking me in the eyes and I see he cares for me and I instinctively find myself relaxing. Then he continued adding "Baby, it takes two days and I've been off of them for almost three weeks." "OH no." I've got to get him out of me. I have to get to the bathroom and clean his load out. I start to squirm and pull away but he's got a firm grip on my thighs. I try to push him out him out but all this does is make his cock even harder and bury itself even deeper in me. Then he shifts slightly and he hits that spot inside me. "OH God" I can't help but moan. He feels so good inside me. No one has ever felt this good inside me but I scared to death. Where will I go? How can I finish school? What is my mother going to do to me? Jason slides his hands up my thighs and grabs my hips and pulls me back towards him embedding his cock deeply in my ass. I can feel it twitching and flexing which makes me moan and want him more. But I can't get infected. It will ruin me. He pulls back some and I feel like there's a void left where he was, where he should be. No I can't think like that he has to get out of me, its a good thing he's pulling out of me. He leans over and licks up the cum off my stomach and then he pushes back in and leans down and kisses me deep. The taste of my cum and his cock sliding back into me is more then I can take. I don't know what to do I want to run and get away but I need to have him buried deep inside me. I don't want anyone but him to ever fuck me again. "Taste that love? That's going to be one of your last neg loads. You'll have a few more but soon you'll be infected, you'll have my DNA inside you, you'll be mine" He pulls back and then angles his dick right into the spot again. I squirt cum again, how does he do that to me? He makes me squirt and I'm not even cuming or touching myself, its like he's pushing all my neg juice out so it can be filled with toxic seed instead. "I'm going to get sick, right?" I can't help but ask. Again his cock twitches and expands. Its like his cock is excited by my fear and with the thought of shooting its viral load into me. "Yes baby you will, but I'll take care of you," and then he starts again. He's been just sitting there with his cock in me barely moving but now he's actively fucking me again. His cock is so thick its like a torpedo bombing its way into me. When he starts to pull back its like my ass can't help but push because of the way he's tapered but his cock never leaves my ass completely. His head is just inside me, pulsing dripping more precum, more virus into me. Then, in one steady push, he's sliding all the way back into me. "Oh God, Jason I can't." He leans over and kisses me deeply but gently. My whole world become centered on his lips. He gently places his hands on either side of my face, looks me in the eye and then leans in and his tongue is dancing with mine as he grinds his hip against my ass. This is right, this is where I need to be. I need this man to make me his but I'm still so scared. He slides back a few inches and just throbs inside of me, making small jabbing motions that are diving me crazy. He caresses my sides and his hands move down to my hips. He grabs them firmly and hikes my ass up and drives his cock in as deep as it could go. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and my arms around his shoulder and I kiss him back. He acknowledges my surrender to him with a smile and says "I'm very proud of you my young man. I'm going to make you mine, your going to be a part of me soon. You'll always have me with you." His breathing is getting heavier and I can feel this cock getting even thicker. Damn how thick can his cock get? It fills me up like nothing ever has, its taking possession of me, its going to blast inside me and claim me. His pace is picking up and I can't help but moan and pant as he's taking over my body. He's using my hips to pull me onto his cock burying it as deep as it can into me. He's pounding away at my ass and its right. Its what I want, what I need. I need for Jason to make me his. "YES, Oh fuck" He groans into me ear and he shifts in such a way that he's right on that spot and I can feel his cock kicking and throbbing inside me. I can't help myself I bury my heals into his ass as I arch my back to get as much of his cock as I can and I'm shooting my load all over us. We're moving together to get his cock as far inside me as its physically possible. The only thing between us is his pubic hair as it grinds against my ass. As I start to calm down from another mind blowing orgasm my mind kicks in again. "Oh fuck, I've taken two poz loads now!" "Yes, and that's just a start, baby."

Does anyone know any video's showing that the bottom no longer enjoys getting fucked (possibly due to his ass being worn out) & he's just waiting for the top to cum? it's such a turn on seeing the face of the bottom no longer wanting to endure yet he has to take it so the scene can continue filming. The 2 best examples of this is "13 IN. FOR ROBBY MENDEZ (NUT #2) " where he's it's actually a 2nd fucking session of bottom taking a 13 inch cock. God I love this scene as I can easily tell he's waiting dying for the session to be over. The 2nd example I know of is CutlerX & Jay Eli video where the Asian boy is either a great actor or actually in real pain because of his tiny tight asshole being open by something giant. P.S. For the tops who are curious, this is exactly what I want happen to me. I want to be pushed to my limited, plead fro it to be over yet you still rape my ass mercifully until you Sir's are done. I'll be willing to sign a "no escape" contract as well.

I was in Amsterdam a few days ago. It was a cold, rainy winter day, so, I decided the best place to spend the afternoon would be the baths. Amsterdam has one of the best bathhouses I've ever visited, Club NZ. I wandered in there about 3:00 PM. As I expected, the bathhouse was quite full of naked guys. I had douched my ass and showered before leaving my hotel, so I quickly took my clothes off and took a quick lap around the bathhouse to see who was around. It was filled with the usual mix of all ages, sizes and nationalities. I hit the glory hole area and knelt behind one of the holes. A few dicks wandered by and which gave me a taste of several dicks. Getting somewhat bored with sucking dick, I wandered around until I came across the sling room, which was a very small, dark room with two slings hanging side by side. There was a lube dispenser on the wall, so I lubed up my ass and climbed into the sling closest to the door, laying there for several minutes before the first guy entered the room. Although the room was quite dark, I sensed he was Dutch, and I could see he was a tall, and slender, with a smooth, muscular build. He felt-up my hole, quickly pulled his towel off and draped it over his shoulders as he rubbed his semi-hard cock against my hole, stroking himself to get hard. Once he was erect, he slipped his cock up into my ass, vigorously pumping his long, thick, Dutch dick into my hole. I took a couple of deep hits of my poppers, which was a good move as the harder his dick got, the harder he slammed into me. The slapping sound of his cock against my ass must have drawn in some other guys, because before I knew it there were three other men standing about, each stroking his cock as each watched the Dutch guy pound my hole, however, after about four or five minutes, the Dutch guy withdrew from my ass - without having cum. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long as a tall, heavy set black guy stepped up to my hole and in one swift thrust, slammed his BBC up into me. His cock was probably eight inches in length and was very thick. I had to take some more huffs of poppers to relax myself to accommodate his cock. Grasping my waist, he furiously pounded me for five minutes or so before he growled, unloading his seed into my ass. As soon as he pulled out another guy stepped up to take his place. This latest man looked to be Middle Eastern, and had a thick, black mustache. Around six feet tall, his build was slender but nicely defined, and his chest and arms were covered with a thick carpet of hair. He slipped his nicely sized dick into my ass and immediately deep-dicked my hole, which left me quivering with excitement. Without exchanging a word, the Arab leaned forward and played with my nipples, exquisitely pinching them as he fucked away. Utterly stimulated, I grunted, groaned and moaned as the Arab used me for his pleasure. Just then another guy entered the room and without a word slipped up into the other sling that was beside mine. Before I realized what was happening, an unknown guy was fucking his ass. As soon as the Arab guy filled my ass with his load, he pulled out and left, only to be replaced by the Dutch man who happened to walk through the doorway just as my ass was vacated. Entering my ass, the Dutch man fucked me for five or six minutes before his load exploded in my hole. The guy who had been fucking the guy next to me then withdrew from the other bottom and slid inside my ass, alternating between each of our asses as a number of guys gathered around the slings, taking in the view. The top moved from my ass to that of the other bottom, and no sooner had he done so when one of the voyeurs stepped into position and commenced fucking me as a another voyeur stood beside the top in my ass, stroking himself, within a minute or so spraying his load all over my chest and face. The sight (or aroma) of cum with which he spray me must have really turned on the two tops as almost simultaneously, both men let out a groan of pleasure as both my ass and that of the other bottom were filled with a load of cum. But I wasn't done yet. A young Dutch kid had entered the room and had been watching the fuck session. Once my ass was empty he stepped up and slid his rock hard cock into my ass. He was a quick cummer, as only two minutes or so passed before his balls blew a thick load of cum into my hole. By now, I had been in the sling for about 45 minutes. Not only was my ass was getting a bit sore, I was also mindful I generally don't approve of 'sling hogs', so I climbed out of the sling and took a quick shower. I made it a point, however, to hold the loads in my ass as I really savor that wonderful moment when the cum inside MUST to come out. On my way back to the locker room, I passed the orgy area where I saw eight or nine guys who were, from the sounds of it, sucking and fucking, so naturally I entered the room to watch. A gorgeous looking, tall, muscular black guy was getting sucked off by a kneeling, somewhat older guy. I approached and sucked the black guy's muscular tits, which gave me the perfect vantage place from which I could see the black guy was blessed with a very impressive nine inch cock. As I nibbled and sucked on the man's tits, I realized (with pleasure), the black guy was exploring my hole. "How many loads are in you?" he asked with a smile. "At least five loads," I replied. He pushed the old guy off his cock and told me to bend over an nearby platform. I eagerly did so, taking a hit of poppers just as the hung black dude slammed up inside my ass. Although I had been fucked my a host of dicks within the past hour or so, still I had to take several more huffs of poppers before I was able to take his dick comfortably. He pounded me hard and deep for over ten minutes before finally groaning as his balls unloaded in my ass. I could feel his cock throbbing with each volley he shot into my hole. This was about all I could take, so I thanked the hot black guy for his load and headed for the showers where I cleaned up, dressed and headed back to my hotel. I managed to keep the loads in my hole for several more hours, but eventually all that cum had to make an exit. Damn! Feeling the cum oozing out of my hole, and seeing the immense pool of sperm I had received was so fucking hot. Amsterdam never ceases to delight me. It's always a great time.

I was feeling particularly horny yesterday and ending up cumming inside three bottoms at three different locations around Chicago. First, I left work a little early and fucked a guy who was in a downtown hotel. He had a gang bang set up for later in the evening, but I got in his ass first. He had a cute little butt, but mostly just laid there, which was kind of boring. (Maybe he was saving energy for all the cock he anticipated taking later, lol.) I then drove a little north toward home and fucked a new guy I had met on BBRT. We had been chatting a few times, but it never seemed to work for us to meet. But he messaged me as I leaving downtown and, even though I had just cum inside the gang bang bottom, I decided to go for it. He had a beefier ass and was a little more active, though still a pretty passive bottom. I squirted inside him, and left. As I was preparing to drive away for home, a regular FB texted me and said he needed some cock bad. I drove over to him and we fucked. He had the best ass of the three: tight, muscular, and masculine. I had to pull out and finish by hand with him -- though, of course, I got my dick back inside his hole for when I shot my load, my third seeding of the night. I finally headed home. So that was three different asses in three locations in about 90 minutes. I felt pretty good about my topping skills, I have to say! I got home, took a long warm shower to wash off the three kinds of lube and juices from three rectums, made dinner, watched a little TV, and went to bed early, my cock a little sore, but very much sexually satisfied, lol. Anyone else ever have a similar experience? I've fucked multiple bottoms before, but always at a bathhouse or orgy. I've never fucked multiple bottoms in different locations, one after the other. But I'd like to do it again sometime because it was hot...

To train a total sub pussy boy, you have to prevent him from touching his cock and ejaculating by stimulating his penis. So with my boy, I've locked him in chastity (holy trainer) for 7 weeks now. He's not allowed to touch the device or his cock except to clean it. Punishment helps a lot here, as well as bondage at night so he can't touch or play with his cock or device. The goal is to reprogram him so that all stimulation comes from anal penetration. This could take a long time, so it's best to have a cb designed for long term wear. (very long term) Also you have to stimulate his prostrate as much as possible. Plug training here is a must. I've started him with different size plugs, working on longer time frames. He's now at 10 hours per day, and plugs are mandatory when he's taken out of the house. I've noticed physical activity while plugged gets his cock leaking. So this is a good sign. Also it's very important to share his pussy with whomever wants to fuck him. I've taken away all dildos and only use them on him myself for stretching or depth play. I also list him regularly on bbrt, craig's list, a4a and silverdaddies as a main source for anal/sexual stimulation. It seems to be working, the boy is craving cock like I could've have ever imagined. And looks or age are no longer an issue. Also his stamina when getting tagged or gang fucked has improved and what used to be painful is now pleasurable for him. The carrot and the stick also comes in handy, he gets praise for being a good pussy, and punished for not being an enthusiastic bottom. The 3 ingredients are simply 1) Total chasitty 2) Regular/long term plugging 3) Share, share, share. It takes time so be patient, and find a Dom that is patient and strict as well. Soon you will realize that the only cocks that are important are the ones that fuck you.

Thanks for the rep!

Went to see this smooth daddy who was waiting in his sling all poppered up w/his hole already gaped for me. My cock slid right into his well-used hole, which I love. I ended up fucking him for a while and shooting 3 loads in him w/o every going soft. I will definitely be back for his slut hole.

Now that's two bbc I would love to take it'll be a real challenge but I know I can take them both bc I am a seasoned bottom cum dumpster whore been around the block enough times to take cock at a steady straight forward push in non stop without having to back it out bc it hurts like it was hurting him in that video. It was decently hot for what's it's worth bc of the twink boy in it but bc they pull out and shoot on the outside of the ass and then push it back in that's not good enough for me I like to see the top keeping it all the way in and blow that load deep inside a ass. That's more hot than anything else. Breed my ass baby and I will thank you afterwards for your cum you just gave me.

this poz fagget is going all the way looking for full blow aids that ARE NOT on meds to load me with aids cum. NOt a lot of you out there. live in Ohio looking to be full blown aids by end of 17 help a brother follow S a t a n

Last night stopped by my local adult video store in my way home ran into one my regulars, he grabbed me and said you know I want some of that ass. We quickly got in a booth. As soon as he got his pants down I started sucking him to get him nice and hard. He told me to stop and bend over. As soon as bent over he applied lube to my waiting ass and slid his cock into me with a little difficulty (been awhile) my tight ass milked him good because it didn't take long for him running shoot his load

A bit over 90 days since I rode a raw POZ cock for the first time. Still less than 10 toxic loads and tested NEG just before New Years. Not as easy to get knocked up as one might expect. But that remains my goal for this year.

The Pig in Pygmalion (Night 1) I arrived at the address Riggs had left for me, a triplex at the top of Lombard Street. Tourist's cars lined up at the lip of the street to serpentine their way to the bottom of the hill. I rang the buzzer, a little nervous, still sweating in my tank top and shorts from the fencing class and the uphill walk. Riggs answer wearing white yoga pants and an open Hawaiian shirt revealing a clipped chest of white hair. He was slightly taller than me, maybe three inches, and stood near enough that I could smell fragrant soap. That was bad enough, but thank God he wasn't drenched in cologne or I don't know if I'd have gone in. I spied his shirt pockets hid unusually large nipples. I looked down to avoid staring. It was hard to miss his dick outlining against the thin pant fabric. It was also impossible to ignore the large piss stain ending at his tip. I quickly looked back to his eyes. He could see I was taken aback and smirked. "You can't wear too little in this weather, now can you?" he said, fanning his face, very Southern Bell-like. He shouldered me into the entryway and guided me up the steps to the mid-level of his triplex. In the living room, he started shutting blinds on a view of San Francisco the likes I'd only seen in movies. The room was stark white and cool, growing darker with each shade drawn. I was about to sit down on his white sectionals, when he called out, "Oh, dear, don't sit in here. Not with all that boy sweat on you. Just look at that tank top. Here," he demanded, "give that to me. I'll set it to air out in the laundry room. Hopefully it will dry—or not." He smiled, waiting while I pulled off my top. He was right. I was a sopping mess. Every inch of my top stuck where I pealed it off my skin. His eyes never left me. I felt under the microscope. "Sit your tukhus in the there," he said, pointing to the dining room. As I handed the tank top to him, he put it up to his nose. "Christ, boy! Utterly rank!" he exclaimed, delighted. "I thought you blonds hardly sweat. Come over here. Let me get a smell of you. Oh, now, David." He sadly shook his head. "As your director, you can't pull away before we even start. We have lots of daddy issues to get through, don't we? Yes, yes, I know about you and your family. How daddy cheated on mommy. How conflicted that must make you feel." I felt suddenly more than half-naked before this man. How badly did I want this part? "This is me, David," he said, waving his hand in front of himself. "No filters. It's gotten me this far." He was up close, almost in my face. "If we're going to work together, we're going to have to know each other intimately. But you knew that." He was looking slightly down at me. "Hello," he breathed. "Hello," I responded, reaching out a hand, trying to make a joke of it. "I'm David Kennedy, from..." "Not the Kennedys from Hyannis Port?" "Hardly. A lost stray from Redondo Beach, California." I thought I amused him, but he seemed already bored with the banter. "Yes, yes. All that. Leads in all four years at, what is it, Redondo High? Daddy a philanderer, momma dies last year of cancer. Ovarian. Actors don't hide those feeling, David. They use them." "Wait, what?" I was taken aback, embarrassed, and a little angry. "I don't know where you get off...what you said isn't on my resume, and sure isn't common knowledge." "Of course it's not, it's on your face, angel." He started ticking off on his fingers. "Boyhood friend, Perry, at UCSD in the fall, first love, I’d bet. Would love to have seen that. Already bedded two of the students at school, naughty boy." I know I blushed at that. He tousled my hair, more wanting to know if he could. I guess he could. He took a whiff of my shirt, and in a revelry, slowly recited, "Tattoo of a dreamcatcher on right buttocks. I'll need to see that." I was about to protest again, when he added: "You can thank Duncan for that." I was flustered, off-balance. "I...what gives you..." "Cliché, David. Gives me the right? If I'm offering the lead to an unknown unknown, you don't think I need to play detective to see if you're the good upstanding Boy Scout next door, or a back alley street hustler." Taking a quick whiff of my top, he spat, "By God I wish it was the latter." He regarded me seriously. "Besides. You know there are several nude scenes so we'll have to get comfortable with that. Therefore, tonight, David Kennedy of the Redondo Beach Kennedys, tonight you're not David. 'Boy' is the name of the lead in the play, so Boy you are all night. Now, lift your arms, boy," he ordered. I slowly lift them. He then took two large inhalations in my pits. "Perfect. Like an aphrodisiac, ain't they?" He said mockingly, insinuating the corn-pone character I was auditioning for. "Sniff them yourself, and tell me what you think." I did and found he was not incorrect. In the manner true to the character, but words my own, I drawled, "I always knew I liked the smell of wet pits, mine and others. Locker room smell, when like daddy came in from doing yard work. I’d always been kind of ashamed I liked it. I wonder how you knew that about me." He clapped slowly. "Beautiful. Perfect. Little less southern though. Now, you, being a California boy, you don't wear deodorant, do you?" I shook my head. "You know what's good?" he asked closing the space between us again. "The smell. But you know what's great? The taste," to which he buried his face in one pit, grabbed my shoulder, inhaled deeply and lick my hairs from bottom to top. "Aw, man!" A sharp twinge of shock and excitement overcame me. What started as a tickle, quickly became erotic. "You liked that, didn't you?" he asked. I gave it a second, then nodded. "Good. Step one taken. You're getting the hang of this, ain't cha?" He let me drop one arm but held up the other. Very purposefully he held my shoulder, and while looking me in the eye, slowly let his tongue crawl up my wet pit. It was a power play, so I reached around his neck and held his face in my pit. "Delicious!" he squealed, which made me let go. "I see we're going for hustler—" he said, studying the confusion on my face, "—or is it embarrassed Boy Scout? I can't tell." He paused, puzzled, and then abruptly dropped the scene. "Now then, what would you like to drink? Dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes. Seltzer? Orange juice? I just squeezed a couple of blood oranges before you came." He let innuendo ooze over the words. Again, I was off-balance whether we were still playing. "Good for when it's...hot." I played along as best I could, trying to recover, like what just happened was perfectly normal, happened at every audition. I made out tentatively, "Yes, squeeze me some juice." I thought it might sound insinuating, but it came out, I thought, pitiful. "Two shakes," Riggs said, and cheerfully sped into the kitchen. I looked around, not really know what I was doing there, felt way out of my league, neither gay nor theatrical, wondered how I was going to make it through this. I was relieved though that he was out of the room for a moment. I felt myself getting defensive. The crack about my father was true. He cheated on my mother. The sicker she got the less he hid his infidelities. I hated my father by the time my mom died. She left me whatever was left in her savings, the reason I could rent my little apartment; would have divorced him if she could, but it seemed pointless, so few months or days, and to what end? It was too depressing I stayed with Perry when she went into the hospital, at the end. Perry was the only thing good that year. I think we left each other so abruptly, right after graduation, because he felt my dependency, almost desperation to cling to someone. He encouraged me that San Francisco could be a new start for me, as UC San Diego was for him. Fuck your brains out, he advised. Don't look back. I deflected what Riggs brought out in me, felt sandbagged by it, and needed to steel myself if I was to get through this night. Fuck him, get the part, fucking queen, and live happily ever after in my back alley studio. I suddenly felt righteously judgmental, scanning the old faggot's place. An old, gay man with lots of money, that's what stood out. Really? Cliché 50's body builder photos? Several hung over the sectionals in the living room. Little loin cloths, boys with slick-backed ducktails. Holding spears, or in sailor hats holding thick ropes, fake wrestling poses. All signed. Of course, but wear was the statue of David? Oh, standing next to the staircase leading upstairs. Chandelier at the top of the stairs. The entrance to his bedroom. Fucking Liberace taste of the critically acclaimed. I went over to the dining room window. The sun was setting and I did everything I could to hate the view. The watercolors over the water, the rows of houses with their lights turning on, even a neon bar sign blinking "Bar X" two streets over. God, did I hate this place. So how then could I want it so badly I'd do anything to get it? I looked around at the dining room. A large black and white photograph of a lily, another next to it of a naked black body, sinewy, almost metallic. A brass-plated telescope positioned in the opposite corner at the window, pointing down to the street. I went over and looked through the lens. It framed a tenement apartment above the bar I had noticed. The focus centered on a dingy bedroom window. I turned a nob next to the lens. A large man came into view, fucking something suspended in chains. I looked away. But then curiosity and not a small bit of voyeurism drew me back. Whatever the man was fucking was completely encased in black. It appeared helpless. Except for the butt in the body suit there was no other skin showing. I saw the body was suspended in a sling that had a strap for each extremity. The large man abruptly ended the fuck holding the butt against himself tightly. After a moment released it and sat on a stool facing what he previous fucked. The brass telescope was a beautiful and very precise instrument. I zoomed in to see a close up of the butt of the black clad figure. It didn't register to me at first, but as I adjusted the focus I saw the large man slowly penetrating the butt with his hand. He withdrew his hand and replaced it with his other hand. He repeated this several times then withdrew. He then slipped in fingers of each hand and stretched the hole, and again slipped his hand, this time, up to his whole forearm inside the butt. I looked away for a moment to wipe my eyes, just as Riggs came back into the room with two drinks. "Cheers," he said, handing me a very large goblet. He read the looked on my face with curiously. "Oh, you must have met Mister X," he offered, pointing to the telescope. "Bottoms up," he said, and laughed. I took a sip and although I thought the taste would be familiar, it was extremely bitter. "Organic blood oranges. Different, don't you think?" "Uh, I dunno. I guess it's really strong, or something. Not quite Tropicana." "Oh God, no. Maybe I should get some sugar for you.” "No, it’s okay, I'll getting used to it." I was happy to finally sit at the table where things settled down to what seemed to be turning into a somewhat normal interview. Still, at first it was a struggle to get the image of the man's arm sliding into a butt out of my mind, but chit-chatting about how classes were going, about the revival, about my 'triumphs' in high school, a few plays I liked, some parts, some track wins, did the trick. When I talked about the track wins Riggs grew more interested, leaned across the table. How did I prepare, what winning felt like to me? I surprised myself by how vividly I recalled those meets. I did some gymnastics—Riggs thought as much—but track is really what I liked. Being outdoors, free for a few second putting everything I had on the line, the challenge of individually beating the guy next to me, throwing all I had into the finish line. Seeing Perry in the stands. My dad next to him, and some lady I didn't know. I edited the last part in a pause I hoped he didn't notice. Riggs asked about the apartment I rented, how much I paid, the expenses of the city, how far the apartment was from here. With every sip, I got more relaxed and more energized. Even more, each sip made him more interesting. Maybe it was that he seemed interested in me. That sounds conceited, but it was becoming a two-way street. I thought it was, at least. I saw him more than an old queen, maybe even kind of sexy in an old man who keeps in shape kind of way, especially when my gaze drifted to his yellow stain or the lumps under his shirt pockets. He put on some classical music, which sounded like the most beautiful music I had ever heard. He took my empty drink and went to freshen both of ours. I was surprised how I was getting obviously horny. I glanced around the dining room. There was a poster advertising a museum's Hockney exhibit—two figures, one in red jacket and khakis, and an underwater swimmer in a perfect swimming pool. The rippling water invited, compelled, and magnified the boy underwater in white swim trunks. Out of the living room and dining area, the red jacket provided the only dab of color. At a side table there were the two black and white photos. The one of a beautifully sculpted black man, and next to it the close up of a single lily. Something about the lily seemed, I don't know, strange, erotic. Riggs, shirtless, came back with drinks in hand. He said something about how dreadfully hot it was slaving away in the kitchen. Again with the Southern Bell affectations. I wasn't annoyed as much by the affectation, probably because I finally got a good look at his engorged nipples. As big as a woman's, what in high school we called high beams. They definitely weren't natural, but I couldn't look away. Part of me wanted to feel them, bite them, gnaw on them, nurse them. Before tonight I'd have been revolted by something freaky like that. I was confused but also mesmerized, and then almost as quickly I felt panicked that I even felt this way. As if on cue, the kitchen's smoke detector's alarm went off. For a second I thought it was in my head. My heart raced. But then smoke tendrils rolled out of the kitchen. I jumped up, felt incredibly woozy, and had to steady myself on the back of the chair. "Hang on, boy. I think I burned the chicken," he said. My panic melted into giggle. I couldn't tell you why, but it was the most absurd thing that was happening. He was looked at me, then joined in the laughter, bending over, chortling away. He was much more composed than I, caught his breath, gave me a fast once over, and quickly withdrew to fan out the kitchen. I heard the banging of the stove. He was back, royally announcing, "Apologies, David Kennedy, but dinner is ruined." I was still chuckling, puzzled why I even thought it was funny. "Y'know,” I said, “I'm not really even hungry." "Me neither," he snorted. "Let us retire to the study where we can continue our little interview." “Let us, yes," I said following up the stairs with his and my drink in hand. The statue of David, I flashed passing it at the staircase, had really big feet. *** In his study, I was overwhelmed by walls of photos. Two full walls of them, most signed to him, in appreciation, etc., some more cryptic. They were mostly men, some very young, only a few women. That seemed telling enough. Mixed in with headshots were production shots. One I made out was of Duncan, shirtless, in a dueling scene. I had already been impressed by his arms and pecs in class, but seeing him only in tights—what an enormous muscular butt he had—made me feel a little twinge in my jock. “Duncan is perfect, isn't he?" Riggs said, seeing the photo I was admiring. "A beautiful specimen. Not a great actor, but charismatic as hell. Look at that dimpled buttocks. A massive member. Small balls. I blame steroids. His back is a pockmarked horror, if you're into that kind of thing. And I am into that kind of thing." I laughed uneasily. Riggs measured my reaction, paused, then seriously asked, "David, do you feel that what you desire is worth the risk of what you need to sacrifice to attain it?" Trying to follow the director's train of thought I asked, "You mean Duncan, with 'roids?” I added, carefully, “I was never into that. I was around it plenty, tempted, seeing how it worked on a couple of guys, but I never acted on it." "Well, steroids, no, not that. More taking a chance to get what you want. You'll offer your body, naturally, that comes with the territory, but more important is when you offer your mind, David. Your mind for molding, or more precisely, re-molding. Each role a different challenge. A different you. Something David wouldn't do, but 'boy' would never question." Riggs looked suddenly a little dangerous to me. He tapped my glass, encouraging it up to my lips. "Would you like to see another part of Duncan McCain? Revealed in all his splendor?" I nodded under an increasing spell of agreeing to whatever Riggs's asked. I sat on the black leather couch, while he went to a cabinet and removed a single, black binder from a row of dozens of identical binders. He brought it over, looked at me, said one word: "Floor." The evening shifted at that moment, subtly, but enormously. Just one word. I immediately slid down and sat cross-legged, as Riggs sat on the couch above me. He gently started massaging my shoulders. I was enjoying his touch. I had the binder in my lap, opened to the first page. Duncan, in stunning black and white, more striking than the phony 50's photos downstairs. I was awestruck. Hair released, naked, saber pointed tip down to the stage. His slightly bent dick flopped majestically to one side, his testicles protruded just a bit, right leg on point. A silver ring circled his large yet flaccid cock. My eyes crawled over every inch of his exposed flesh, each stroke of body hair emanating from his armpits, flowing down his chest, dark swirls above his ample meat, his gaze staring straight into the camera, daring me to look away. It was impossible. A voice from far away spoke slowly, hypnotically, "A binder for each man in the company." The voice got closer, whispered in my ear. "Some of the crew, too. They're usually hotter. Kinkier. Next page. Please." I turned the page. On opposing pages, Duncan held a whip, with a naked masked figure whose arms were strapped to a piece of timber shaped in an ‘X.’ The photo on the left was Duncan in a chain harness and leather crotchless chaps about to strike the naked figure. But it was the photo on the right, Duncan completely nude, no costume of any kind, the whip having just hit its mark, leaving him with a swollen hard-veined erection, an erection that thrust in an arch away from his body. The ferocity on his face I had glimpse only in a flash from him early today. That recognition startled me, and caused me to spill a little of my drink on my gym shorts. "Oh, angel, the carpet," Riggs said alarmed, taking the binder and goblet out of my hands. "Enough Duncan for tonight, I think." He rose and put the binder back in the cabinet while I made heavy use of the couch to leverage standing. I was now more than a little woozy. "Look at your shorts, young man,” he scolded. “You'll be sporting a big red stain along with your red stiffy if I don't soak them right now. The shorts. Drop drawer. Now." I did. I was surprised by how easy it was to do everything Riggs directed. Even acknowledging he'd immediately spotted my growing interest in naked Duncan seemed natural. "Now that the pants are off, let me see the tattoo of your," ordered Riggs. I turn and Riggs zeroed in on my welt. “Where the hell did you get that?” he asked incredulously. “In fencing class today,” I answered, feeling it. It was a lot larger than I remembered. “Duncan?” I nodded. “Let me feel. Hmmm.” It was still tender and I pushed his hand away. Feebly I was trying to change the subject. "Y'know, I have to say something, Can I call you Alan?" "You may not,” he replied. I wasn’t sure if he was kidding, but he continued, “You can call me Sir Riggs," he half joked, but quickly turned more serious, "or just Sir, if we’re being informal." He held the shorts up to his nostrils, sniffed the crotch. "You do realized just how delicious you smell, boy?" Even as unsteady as I was, I got the feeling this evening, the less I talked, the more he was interested. I was feeling less each moment like a person, and more like an object, one that had a smell, a scent, but no person beyond the body in front of him. "Under certain circumstance you can call me Rigg Pig,” he continued after a thought, brightening. “Certain friends do, anyway." I looked at him a sideways not getting his meaning. "Boy,” he said, stroking my neck, “you'll soon see other sides of me, when we establish more trust. And I can tell I'm going to have the pleasure of showing you other sides of you don't know. If you allow me. Will you allow me?" I was puzzled and hazy, for he added after a pause, petulantly, "Oh, you must see I have an uncontrollable piggy side that wants to devour you, don't you?" He closed the space between us. He sounded almost hurt. "You mean the pit thing?" I offered, trying to remain steady and neutral. I wasn’t liking this being treated like an object thing. I wanted to be on top of it, fight it. Something snapped in my brain. Maybe it was a revival of the game we played downstairs. Instead of getting defense, I said, "Nah, I kind of liked it, to tell you the truth." I sniffed my pit, then shot out something that I didn't know if I believed, but said anyway. "Honestly, I wished you were a little ranker, if you really want..." I raised an embarrassed hand to my mouth. I couldn't believe I blurted that out. But even as I was saying it, I knew it was true. And so did he. He beamed having gotten something he wanted out of me. Some confidence. I suddenly saw myself clearly as he saw me: an eighteen-year-old skinny blond kid, standing in his jockstrap in front of a man he hardly knew, who wore a white cotton drawstrings with a yellow dick stain on his crotch, had big titties, admitting he preferred rank men that stank. He looked at me anew. Not only calmly, but a bit endearingly. At first I bristled like a colt feeling its first saddle. But after a second gathering of my thoughts, I found his gazing affirmation, admitting a fundamental corruptibility, reassuring. I realized I didn't mind the situation, in fact, I started to feel it was full of potential, something I might actually want. Shaking a bit of the buzz out of my head, I said, "Sir, I remember, what I wanted to say: what's in this drink? This buzz isn't from some bloody blood oranges, is it?" He closed the final gap between us, putting both hands on my naked shoulders. "GHB." He scrutinizing my reaction again, all the while pressing his groin into my jock. "Do you like the way you feel?" "I do, but I don’t know what GHB is." "When I'm first getting to know an actor, I like to be comfortable, feel their reactions, and see their limitations. G opens them up to me. The only way we got anywhere tonight is when you opened yourself up to me. Mentally and physically." He reached between us and pinched my nipples. "Nice. So far you haven't flinched at all.” "No, Sir. I think I like it, but I don't understand why. That hurts a little but I like what you're doing." His pinches became more forceful. I felt my dick start to rise. "It gets me hard and admit things I wouldn't say." "The last you need to know is why you're saying things. Only that you say them honestly. 'Why' is for the brain. To act upon your desires, that's here," he said, slipping his hands down my jock, feeling the swell, and forcing my rising cock to point unwillingly down. "Mmm,” I moaned lightly as he touched me. “Your nipples. How'd they get that way? Why do they looks so tempting?” "Again with why. Would you like to have your nipples as big as these?" I nodded. "Good boy. Let's start now.” Then, another single command I had to follow: "Come."

loaded a young college boy this morning. felt that toxic load leave my cock and blow deep in his hole.. He is ready and willing. Hope that was his conversion!!!

I know that's me sometimes, especially since I don't bottom as much as I would like

Here's me and dad's story: we started when I was 18 he 36. He had just got out of prison. Armed robbery. Did 6 years. Went in pretty straight but...ya know. said the first cock he sucked was his cell mate, this tatted Nazi biker dude. After a few months he was hooked. Anyway when he got home, I was eager to reconnect. The prison was far from home and we only saw him a few times a year .I kinda knew I wasn't into girls but I didn't know for certain what I was. I just knew I was fascinated by his muscles and prison tats. One Saturday my mom went shopping, And I guess he thought that I gone with her, Cause I was hanging out in my room when i started to hear porn playing in the living room. But I didnt hear any females. So I quietly tip toe in and he's on the couch naked, jerking it to some old school gay VHS (this was 1997 after all). but uh, he saw me after a couple minutes of me staring at his cock and was like "get over here you little fag, I always knew you was queer." and just like that I was sucking dads cock. I had sucked others before but i had never been more turned on than just then. My dad was the one I first penetrated and was penetrated by. Oddly I fucked him before he fucked me. When we gets all spun he turns into a huge bottom. But I remember the first time (it was about 2 weeks intp it all) he shot me up with meth , gave me poppers and i was more than ready. Legs in the air and hole hungry for daddy's cock and cum. Didnt even hurt, it was liie something was finally there that had been missing my whole life. and when he came, just railing into me like a machine, but still kissing my neck, and as he came i could feel it filling me and he pushed in balls deep and held it there and whispered "Il love you son." And we actually both teared up a little bit, because before it had just been raw animal lust. But jsut then it was real, intimate. We had not really realized up until that moment how much we had missed one another. Click here to Reply or Forward

Brandon bursts into the room and says "holy fuck guys she is pregnant" to which we all burst out laughing........."she said she has been sick and done a pregnancy test and im a daddy" Brandon declared............Jesus Christ i thought to myself - what do i do now - so i blurted out "congratulations on being a daddy"........."she thought i had her female friend here that she left us with in the club and when she saw spunk and blood on the sofa cushion from Adams arse then she freaked out crying and said i had been fucking her friend on the sofa" - we all burst out laughing again......."thank fuck she is away home i said" followed by "Paul made me pregnant when you were through in the living-room with her" - "i want a baby too" - and they laughed........well - that was a kinda shock to say the least but the feeling didnt last as i was high and really honestly didnt care - i wanted my hungry arse used and i wasn't finished yet so i turned to look at Paul and asked him outright to "please stretch my hole as i want it widened" and his eyes lit up. Now we had each other all to ourselves and guaranteed not to be disturbed..........Brandon switched a bedside lamp on and closes the door then picks up a small tub from the bedside table and lightly throws it to Paul to catch - i can see it says FIST LUBE written on its label .......Brandon picks up his glass pipe and adds some powder into the bowl then passes the baggie to Paul who starts fishing about inside it with his finger......"how wide" he says through the cutest smile ever......all i could get out my lips was "please fist me"......Brandon by now is lighting his pipe and blowing clouds and Paul has coated his finger with lots of tina - looks like loads of the stuff and he says "this will make you very very wide like a fucking slut" as his finger found itself all the way inside my arse and the burning started allover again - oh fuck !.........Paul opens the small tub up and scoops out some lube and feeds it into my hole then repeats it another 2 times.........he then coats all of one hand with some.......im really flying as the tina hits me hard on top of what is already in my system - i feel really good - on top of the world - i pull my legs back to my chest to get a better view and my hole has opened right up and Paul is now pushing fingers into me and im begging for more as Brandon is enjoying the show watching us. "please push your fist in me" i cried out not caring who hears and Paul is now working 4 fingers into me gently stretching me as he goes inside then withdrawing and pushing forward again i feel my hole stretch as he is upto his knuckles and trying to go beyond that - i feel alot of pressure and Pail keeps it up not pulling back now so i push my hole down onto his hand trying to force it all inside my greedy ass with urgency - there is no pain - it feels beautiful - i want and need more............"deeper baby" i cried out as i keep the pressure up against his hand and suddenly my hole just gave in and opened right up immediately swallowing his whole hand to the wrist.......i cried "oh fuck - that feels amazing baby" followed by "please fuck me" and he did..........Paul is gently fucking his hand in and out of me and my arse is dancing inside wanting more "harder please" i blurted out so he started to speed up in and out and im absolutely loving it all.........Paul doesnt let up for 1 second and i know its making him happy as he loves huge holes - he is loving playing with my hole as i can see the satisfaction on his face - im absolutely stinking of spunk as he is fisting it all into me using his hand like it was a giant cock......"can i have a turn" Brandon asks and Paul withdraws his hand allowing Brandon to get at my exposed hole - he has HUGE hands but i will manage i say to myself as he starts working fingers into my opened slutty hole "dude your arse is soaking wet with spunk and looks beautiful when its opened like that" and he is pushing 4 fingers into me now and then tries 5 with his big hand but my hole feels tight and im a greedy determined fucker - the tina is making me into a whore but i tell him to "push harder" and he is pushing and i feel my hole stretch and he keeps pushing and im pushing back down onto it and his knuckles are inside me "harder baby" - "fuck me harder" and i open and hes now pushing inside me - "oh fuck" i cry out as the feeling is intense and i dont want it to stop......my hole is now wrapped around his hand and he is wrist deep inside me........Paul is loving watching and cant take his eyes of my hole..........Brandon is now fucking me in and out quite fast and im bucking my hips to match his speed begging for more and more as my mind is flying and im sweating allover "please fist me hard" i blurt out so Brandon fists me faster - i feel like i want to piss but my cock is shrunk like a tiny purple grape - my hole is stinking of spunk and its definitely making joyous noises that i love as Brandon keeps pumping into me then it changes......he makes his hand into a closed fist and is trying to stuff it inside me and the stretch is out of this world but my hole is resisting.......Paul grabs the pipe and lights it passing it towards my lips and im used to it by now so i inhale deeply - Brandon is pushing into me and im opening up - Fuck ........im given a 2nd hit with the pipe then Paul starts taking hits to himself.......my hole has now opened more and like an over stretched elastic band it gives way allowing the knuckles inside me and i start working my hole by pushing down hard as i want that big fucker inside all the way - the stretch is immense but the feeling is out of this world "push it all inside" i cry out so Brandon pushes more and firmer and he keeps pushing gently as i feel my stretched hole slowly start to swallow the closed hand a centimeter at a time - oh my goodness me - fucking heaven "fist me baby" i cry out and Brandon has now reached his wrist - im totally opened up by his HUGE beautiful fist........Brandons now holding it still inside me to let my arse get accustomed to it but im wanting to ride myself on it in extacy like some possessed slut.........Brandons now withdrawing his fist slowly and i feel every bit of it - this Tina has made my hole so fucking sensitive - then Brandon pulls out and my hole pushes out at the same time as i let out the most beautiful moan ive ever had in my life - "oh baby - please fuck me again" i cried out and "please put your fist back inside me".........Brandon starts pushing back into my hole and im trying to let out some moans but Pauls pushing the pipe to my lips so i inhale and im flying like fuck and i keep holding it and Brandons now wrist deep and hes starting to gently fuck me - and i exhale at the same time as his fist withdraws and my arse muscles are trying to push it out and my holes pushing out and Brandons fist is now out and it feels like heaven but he pushes it right back into me fully closed........."you fucking slut - you are a fist slut now" Paul says as he leans into me to shotgun me his smoke - it was so nice to taste his lips again.........Brandons now punch fisting me gently and my hole has given in as its offering itself to every thrust.......i exhale Pauls smoke and my hole is wanting it harder so i blurted out "Fist me harder"......im being punch fisted now and its hard and fast and i let out a huge loud moan as i bounce my hole down allover it "oh fuck" and "dont stop" i cry then i let them both know "im a fist slut and i love it "....then i start to piss as my hole is being punched - im squirting piss every time Brandons hand is withdrawn..........Paul quickly finds a plastic jug and its placed to catch anymore piss and Brandon doesn't let up - my hole sounds very loose and is making cum fart sounds as its getting stuffed - sweat is pouring out every pore and im soaking,im sure my eyes are rolling - my arse is loving every second as i arch my back pushing down to meet each thrust........"you had enough or want more" im asked after at least 10 minutes of fisting..........Brandons arm is getting sore........"i want more" i blurt out "i want more" but Brandon stops and Paul quickly takes his place but then in told "turn over and go on your knees" .......i swear Paul has got Tina on his finger as i feel slight burning and i ask "more tina"? as i feel my hole burning with desire - "do you want more" paul asks and im flying and say "yes more" so he is passed the baggie and puts more onto his finger - Brandon laughs and passes Paul the tub of lube so his fingers go in that too then his hand is going inside me rubbing around and coating my insides with tina lube - its burning "fuck me" i cry and my hole feels like it can take anything so i cry out "fist me" and paul is all inside and i feel him gently push deeper and i instinctively push back "oh fuck"......Paul is gently fisting me and it feels deeper than his wrist and my holes wanting to eat his arm and chew down on it "baby fuck me deeper" i cried and my holes opening up inside - i can feel it relax - its wanting fucked deep........Pauls keeping a steady pace and i feel like im riding his arm now and he is now punching me and my hole just opens right up for him - im begging for more now with my arse in the air but Paul knows not to overdo it but keeps in and out "you fucking slut" he said and Brandon butts in "yeah dude Adam is just a fucking fist slut" and they both laughed............i dont even know how long id been getting punch fisted but my knees eventually packed in..........felt good to get on my back again - my mind is flying and pauls hand is back at my hole pushing into me not letting up and im pushing back and hes right inside me now and holds it still - this feels like bliss - im gently rocking to try coax him deeper - my hole is burning and hungry "please fuck me Paul" and "deeper please" - im pushing it deeper - fuck i feel it opening me up and Pauls pulling out and straight back in and im swallowing what must be 10 inches now and Pauls fucking me harder and im begging and he makes a closed fist and without any resistance i sallow it all and he is making love to me with his fist "fuck me baby" i cried as im in heaven,im pissing again as Pauls punch fisting my hole "oooooh fuck" "fuck" "fuck" and i suddenly squirt the biggest load of my own spunk allover my belly and Paul doesnt let up but my arse starts forcing his hand out and eventualy needed to rest as it started resisting...........Both Brandon and Paul are sitting either side of me on the bed - 3 in a row........one has just licked the cum from my belly and we are sharing kisses between all 3 of us...........my hole is pulsating and im flying and i reach down to feel my hole and they join in and start feeling it too.

I'm a bitch and I have a pussy. It's that simple.

Looking forward to trading loads with you, stud! maybe whore each other out and see how many loads we can get into each other's holes!

When you offer up your pussy to be used as a cum receptacle by another man, your are his bitch.

thanks for following me!

WOW a Green Bay pig? LOL Haven't been up that way in years. Last time was to Rhinelander for the old Hodag Country Festi.

Part 2 We got to their house, followed by 3 more carloads of guys. It seems you've gained a following, our parties are real popular but there's more than usual. We went inside n down to the basement, there were slings, a huge big screen TV w a bunch of pillows on the floor. We got higher, I was spun majorly as the room filled up w guys. Taylor put in a DVD n the newsman was replaced w a mass of naked men sucking n fucking n moaning. My eyes were glued to the screen when I felt my clothes being stripped n hands on my body. Taylor n Jon were all over me, I was being groped by everybody, booty bumps shoved in my ass n I was about to lose control. Taylor whispered, ur ass is ours, we all want a piece of u.

Wednesday Work I got to work and sat in my chair and loaded up the project for the day. My hand idle scratches my chest. Grabbing a bottle of water I began sipping it through the morning. The bitter taste was now welcome and delicious now. I loved swallowing it, before I knew it the first bottle was finished and empty. Gathering all my fortitude I buckled down and focused on the task at hand. Luckily everything was routine and while I was distracted I as able to get through all I needed to get through before lunch time came. My cock was hard and tenting my dress pants. Fuck I was horned up. Since I hadn’t brought any lunch I figured I would head out and grab a bite from one of the nearby cafes. I grabbed by keys and hopped in my car heading out for food. My ass gave a twitch against my suit pants and I moaned. As if of its own accord I was back at the porn shop. Before I knew what I was doing I was out of the car and walking through the door. The Cashier was back behind the counter and smiled at me. “Hey buddy how is everything working out for ya?” “Pretty good thanks, can I get some change for the back?” I asked as I handed him a 20 Smiling with a wink he handed me back my change and I went to the back room. There seemed to be a lot of guys back there , apparently I wasn’t the only one going for a lunch time wank. I usually just go into the first booth I see open but none were open until I got about halfway back. Ducking in quick I fed 5$ into the machine and started up some porn. Opening my fly I reached in and pulled out my cock, moaning as a drop of precum leaked out the front. My other hand rubbed all over my chest rubbing my nipples through my dress shirt. Sweat started to break out on my forehead and I got worried. In order not to get my shirt all wet I took it off and hung it on the hook. Fuck it was hot in here. My hand scratched my furry chest pinching my nipples. Lifting my arms I sniffed my pit and my tongue stretched out licking the sweat. Fuck it tasted so good, another moan left my lips my cock now slick with precum a I was jacking it. The porn on the screen showed a fuck hot guy in a sling getting pounded by a big hairy fucker. My ass twitched and spasmed as I watch the huge cock pound into the guy in the slings hole. His body arched and glistened. Smooth and pale, covered in tattoos and pierced nipples. Just as I was getting close I heard the door to my booth open and turned around in a panic. Holy fuck how had I forgot to lock it. Standing there was the cashier smiling at me. Moving quickly he moved into the booth with me and closed the door locking it. Wondering what he was going to do I stood there stock still. Coming to me he grabbed my hands off my cock and bent my right arm behind my head. Burying his face in my sweaty pit I felt his tongue make a long flat hot swipe, licking the salty mix. Grabbing my chin roughly he turned my head and stared into my eyes. My mouth hung open, I had never done anything with a guy physically before. Taking advantage of my pose his spit at my, landing most of it in my mouth. I taste my sweat and his spit and swallowed. Nodding with a knowing smile he sank to a squat and took my cock in his mouth. HOLY FUCK my wife never gave head this was amazing. My back arched in began thrusting into him. In no time I had built back to where I was, sweat dripping from me I began to shudder and spasm. My body rocked by another amazing orgasm, 8 shots of cum erupted from my cock into the cashier’s mouth. Finally it stopped and I stood there feeling drained. The cashier stood up and stepped right next to me and pulled me close. His hands grabbed my hair and bent my head slightly back, his mouth hovered over mine, barely touching. My mouth breathing escaping form my open mouth. Still staring into my eyes he open his mouth and let my cum drip into me. My eyes were wide as saucers as e spit my load back into me. Once he has it all out his hand came up and closed my mouth. “Swallow”……….and I did

Tuesday After Work Walking into the porn shop I thought of what it was I was looking for and why I had waited so long to get one. Now before you think I am a married prude I am not unfamiliar with porn shop, adult bookstores or ABS as you kids call em nowadays. I stop by on occasion to pop in some dollars and jerk off quick on the way home. Often with the viewing window down so me and some stranger can watch each other jerk off. They are again a nice safe way to be kinky without risking more than you want. As I walked in took notice of the cashier and smiled. It was one of my favorites, not that I have ever done anything but this guy was hot as all held. An older guy full and nice trimmed white bear, shaved head and really muscular. Think if you spliced Anderson Cooper with Joe Manganiello, fuckin nice image right. Anyways I went up to the toy wall and started browsing. Fuck there is a lot of thing that you can stick up your ass. I kept walking back and forth trying to decide between a set of butt plugs that were marketed as trainers (3 separate boxes 3 in each starting small and going to Lincoln tunnel) or this dildo that looked like what I imagined Tom’s cock must be like. “Need some help there son?” Without hearing him the cashier had snuck up behind me, I gave a start and a stare cause holy fuck he was hotter closer up. My hole started to twitch again like at lunch and my cock started to thicken, Fuck bet I still had some of the supplement running through me. “Ummmm not really sure which one to get, kinda new to all this” I stammered “Well here I can help you there” with that he grabbed the beginner and intermediate butt plug trainers off the wall and started back to the counter. On impulse I grabbed the dildo, figure I might be able to get it in there some day. I walked up to the front of the counter and he chuckled and motioned for me to come behind. The counter was tall about waist high and had shelves for storage underneath. The cashier looked at me and told me to drop my pants…..I stared at him like he was crazy and he repeated the command this time in a much more forceful way. Adding if I need it there were some poppers for encouragement under the counter to my left. Looking over I saw a bottle of Amsterdam already opened. Again my hole twitched and my mind raced. Was I really going to listen to this guy. Just then the front door opened and a guy came up to buy some tokens for the back. I sighed with relief. I am sure I look very out of place in my suit and tie just standing behind the counter. “Got a new one? “ “Naw just gonna give him a fitting” said the cashier with a wink The new comer chuckled and wandered off to the back room . He looked at me stared into my eyes and then glanced down. As if of their own accord my hands trembling undid my belt and drop my pants to the floor, before I could hesitate I grabbed the poppers bottle and took 4 deep hits. The rush hitting me and kicking that water back into me. I grabbed my underwear and the jock and tore them down exposing my full bush and hairy ass. The cashier looked at me with lust and came over and turned me so I was facing out into the store. Grabbing lube form the shelf I felt him smear some on my ass. “Now the beginner butt plug feels like this” and with that 2fingers were shoved roughly into my hole. I instinctively stood on tip toe, trying to deny him further entrance. His meaty hand came down on my shoulder and forced me back down. A moan escape my lips as I started to move my hips in a circle. His finger worked in and out of my hole, hitting my prostate. My cock fully hard dripped a steady leak of precum into the pouch of the jock between my feet. “This is the smaller set so this is what you would be starting with. Though seems like you have already being working this out a bit on your own. So we will get your started right at the intermediate level OK” Wordlessly and I nodded my head. At that moment I heard the door open. Panic gripped me as I saw Tom walk in the store. Quickly I ducked down pulling the cashier finger from my ass and crammed myself onto the shelf. “Hey Tom, got your order in , look like you are going to have a fun weekend this time.” “Me and Mike have a fun weekend every time but this time is going to be special. You should stop by after you get off work. We would love to have you. Not really a group outing but always fun to add a fourth.” “I just might do that thanks, here ya go have great day “ Once Tom left I scampered back out from under the shelf and the cashier was shaking his head and chuckling “Don’t know why you were so afraid Tom has seen me doing worse than that in here. Hell one time he came in while is husband was blowing me. That was a fun night. We ended up spit roast that hot little number right behind the counter. So back to your purchases, let get you’re the intermediate and that dildo I saw you drooling over and bring up. Here turned around for me and let me see that hole again……you might wanna hit those poppers too” Not needing encouragement when it came to poppers I took another 4 hits and present my ass. I heard him open the one box, smear some more lube on my hole and then felt the cool silicon of the butt plug pressing against my ass. Panicked I took 2 more hit of poppers and it snapped into me. I saw stars and my cock. FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKK it almost made me come. My breath was coming in shallow gasps. “ There ya go now pull up those pants and be on your way sexy. Before I decide to take a taste of the hole with more than just my fingers” Sliding money onto the counter I grabbed my purchases and made my way out of the store, the whole time the butt plug was rubbing my prostate. I opened my car door and sat down, instantly my cock erupted and the pressure from the seat pushed me over the edge. My cock pulsed in the jock constrained and holding all my cum . It took me about 5 min before I could put the keys in the ignition and pull away. And you can bet I hit every pot hole on the way home……

Monday Dinner Dinner was soon served and I dug in. Somehow that jog had made me extremely hungry. I tucked in like it was my last meal. “So, Tom mentioned you drank my water by mistake before the run. How did you like the supplements?” I blushed slightly thinking about what had happened in the shower and nodded. “Seems like they work pretty well, definitely made me run a bit faster, and sweat a ton more than usual." “Yeah Tom loves when I use 'em, saying we get a much better workout. Only issue is they tend to make you fucking horny as all hell so we usually fuck like rabbits when we get home.” I nearly choked on the wine I was sipping, sputtering and trying to catch my breath. Tom gave Mike an unspoken reprimand, although it was accompanied with a smile. “ It is true something about all that sweat on my man and of course how hungry those things make his hole, just makes me want to fuck his brains out. I'm actually getting hard just thinking about it. Want some more wine?” Without waiting for my response Tom half stood to top me off. I couldn’t help but look and see his half hard cock outlined in the shorts he was wearing. My eye glued to his bulge I watched it give a noticeable twitch before he sat back down. Mike leaned in close to my ears asking me if I liked the view. So caught off guard was I that I dropped my fork and gave a startled yelp. Before thinking about it I reached down to pick it up and felt the borrowed shorts slip down a bit. I heard a slight chuckle from Mike as I straightened up and resumed eating our meal. The conversation went back to a more normal topic after that: lawn care and what not, which movies are out. So, the rest of dinner passed with no more surprises and I was about to go home when Mike asked if I wanted to accompany them the next day for another run. “Ill even make you some of my supplements to use. In fact, here, take these two bottles I already prepared. I usually take one at night again and then one in the morning and the third just before I go for a run. Since you are just starting it I would wait and just take one in the morning.” "Thanks," I said as I left, extending my goodbyes to Tom and Mike. On the way home I thought about the two water bottle and my shower earlier, and as I walked into the house I thought about Mike’s instructions and said to myself 'Fuck it. I can handle whatever he is doing', and before I could think twice I downed one of the bottles. The same bitter taste assaulted my tongue and I grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge to get rid of it. Fuck that tasted good. Then I remembered my earlier plans and my cock got hard. Remembering hot it was before I walked into the garage. It was night and the only light was from the security flood lights form Tom and Mike’s house. Stripping off the borrowed clothing, I stood there in Mike’s sweat blue jock. Suddenly a rush of sweat broke out over my body and my hands moved on their own, twisting and pulling my nipples, rubbing the front of the jock. On instinct I stepped out of the jock and poured some poppers into the pouch, bringing it to my nose it smelled amazing, fresh sweat and poppers, fuck my cock was rock hard. I lay on the floor and started to work my hand up and down the shaft. Leaving the jock draped across my face the smell of seat and poppers making me moan. My left hand drifted and move towards my ass. Sweat started pouring from my body and I took another hit from the popper bottle, and another, and another six hits and I was moaning. The smells and sensations, the dirt and grit digging into my back my finger inched toward my hole and I surrendered to the feelings. Plunging three fingers in, I moaned and writhed in pleasure. The jock slipped in my mouth and I taste the balls sweat. Sucking on it like a baby I drank his the salt mix. My finger moved furiously in my ass, again a fourth was added with little resists. Fuck I wanted more, looking around the garage I was in a haze, my eye fell on my wife’s tennis racket and a sick thought entered my mind. Not caring I grabbed it and slathering it with the precum leaking form my as and the worked it in. Fuck it felt great. I ended up with my feet on the window sill to get the angle right and started fucking my ass with her racket, moaning and jerking my cock, sweat dripping down me I started to get closer and closer. Fuck this felt so good I never wanted to stop, my hand became a blur and all thought of edging left my mind as the orgasm came upon me. Volleys of cum shot from my cock, landing on my face and chest, eight shots in total. My body went slack, the jock covering my face was spotted with my cum and before I knew it I was shoving it in my mouth adding the taste my own jizz to the mélange of sweat and ass. Shuddering I remove the tennis racket from my ass and dragged myself out of the garage and upstairs. I got in the shower to rinse of and felt my sore ass, sticking a finger in my hole I hissed in combined pleasure and pain as I thought to myself 'Damn I hope I haven't done any damage'. Exhausted I dragged myself to bed and fell dead asleep until the alarm clock went off.

Fucking LOVE taboo and stories like this!

You will control you life now. You will be ok. Tommorrow you will help the next guy.

Quinn I belong to Jason now. I'm not sure what that mean but I know I'm scared. I've spent these month's fighting how I feel about Jason, not knowing if he was straight or gay or even if he was gay if he'd like me that way. He's always treated my like a little brother or a son. Always taking care of me and watching out for me. I've felt so secure when around him. I've been so lonely all my life. My mother was never really there for me. Of course she fed me, gave me a place to stay but that was only so that she could sell me for someone else's pleasure. She never cared what they did to me as long as no permanent marks where left and that they used a condom. I was a as much a meal ticket <or drug ticket depending on how you look at it> for her as she used to be for me. I've always been so frightened of being sick. Whenever I got sick I had to deal with her. "You made sure they used a condom. You made sure to only use the condoms your brought, you didn't take your off of them so they could tear it did you." Questions and accusations and then the trips to the Dr's with her telling them that I let some strange man have his way with me and need medication so not to get sick. She would so embarrass and humiliate me. And the looks from the Dr.'s and nurse's ranging from pity to disgust. Being sick was always so traumatic even if was just a cold and I shudder at the thought of the times I got the flu. Now here I am, my legs wrapped around a man I've come to love and he's probably infected me with hiv. He's pumped three loads into me, which he's admitted, are full of the virus. I'm scared but he says he'll take care of me. Of course I've heard all that before. "John's" away's say that, its part of their fantasy. You learn quick to understand that what men say before, during and right after sex are only things they feel you want to hear. They never mean them. But Jason is different, Oh god I hope he's different. I feel like I've been lost, and then found and then lost again. I have no clue which end is up. I know I love him but does he really feel that way about me. I'm just the son of the local whore. I've been told countless times I'll never amount to anything. The only person that hasn't told me that has his body curled around me with this dick twitching toxic cum into my ass. I don't know what to do so I just lay there and I feel the hot tears rolling down my face. I don't even know if their tears of joy, fear or what I just let them come and try not to think about it any more. "Hey baby" Jason's voice is in my ear, "how about we take a shower, get ourselves all cleaned up and head back to bed. We can sort this all out in the morning ok love?" He just said he loved me. No he didn't he just called me love I tell myself, its just a term that men use to make you feel better, its just something they say. I can't afford to hope yet, its to soon after sex to believe it might mean something. Jason stands up and pulls out of me "OH" it hurts a little and when we both look down we can both see there a bit of blood, not a lot but its enough for things to sink in again. But I'm to tired to panic I just let the tears roll down my face and resign myself to fate. "Come here baby, its going to be ok, I promise." Jason take my face into his hands and gently pulls me off the counter and then leans over and starts to kiss my tears. I close my eyes and lean into them taking comfort in the here and now. He puts his an arm around me and pulls me towards a huge shower, its even got a bench across from where the shower sprays out. I'm pulled into the shower and he sets me on the bench as he turns and starts the water. He fiddles with the nobs for a few seconds getting the temperature just right and then hits the lever for the spray. The showers so big that the spray only hits my feet and I just watch it sprinkle my toes as I wiggle them a little. He turns back to me and kneels in front of me. The water is splattering across is back and over his shoulders making tiny streams and rivulets across his chest. His hand reaches out and he pulls my chin up to look him in the eyes. "Baby I know what others have said to you and I think I now what your thinking but I am NOT like those other people. When I say I'll take care of you I mean it. When I said we needed to get this sorted out in the morning what I meant to say we need to go get your stuff and move you in." I can't believe what I'm hearing and I can't help it, I can't contain it any longer, and I feel hope and, oh my god, happiness filling my chest. The smile on my face obviously confirms to Jason that he knew what was going on in my mind. He smiles back at me and stands up pulling me with him and turns me around so that I'm now the one under the water. He pulls me into a huge hug with one arm while turning the shower head down with the other so that I'm not going to drown in the spray. I lean my head back and look up at him. "Jason I think I've in love with you." I can't help but say in a whisper. "Yeah your just saying that so I'll give you a place to stay" but he winks at me letting me know that its just a joke and then he leans forward and kissing my forehead. He whispers back to me "Baby I know I'm in love with you". He reaches over my head and grabs the shampoo, stepping back a little he pours some into his hand. I reach for the bottle and he pulls it away. "Ahh ahh ah, I get to do this." He rubs the shampoo between his hands and then running his fingers through my hair with just enough force to tilt my head back he starts to massage and wash my hair. This man is so amazing I can't help but think to myself. He takes his time and rubs the lather down my around my shoulders and across my chest. Its so intimate and so sensual that I can't help but start to get hard again. I've just cum three times in less then an hour there's no way I can do four but it just feels so good and so right I can't help it. He slides on hand to the middle of my lower back and with this other hand he tilts my head back and my body with it and rises my hair, just as the last of the suds is being washed away he leans forward and cover's my lips with his own. I let me hands come up around his waist and kiss him back, my erection raises up to slide under his balls. "Hmm baby I'd love to do something with that but I think we're both a bit strung out for a round four." He grins at me and I just nod in agreement I really am to tired and overwhelmed at the moment but it sure feels good. He grabs the bar of soap and starts to wash his own chest. I use my fingers to make little design's across his chest in the lather. His chest is so smooth and its funny he's got like 5 hairs around one nipple but none anywhere else. I'm taking it all in this one moment to remember since I have no idea what's going to happen tomorrow. But for right now I'm happy and I just want to live and enjoy this moment in a shower with a man that I love and says that he loves me back. He turns us around so that he's under the water and turns his back to me to me rinsing his chest off. I put my arms around him and lean into his back. I plant little kisses between his shoulder blades and my erection peaks though his thighs. Jason squeezes them together making me gasp. He finishes rinsing and turns the shower off. He slides the shower door open and grabs the towels off the rack and tosses one over his shoulder while take the other one and rubbing my chest with it. I take it from him. "This I can do" I can't help but grin a little bit. "OH fine" is his response sounding so dejected it makes me giggle. He steps out of the shower and I follow him into the bedroom. He starts to climb into bed and I head for the couch. "AHEM! Where are you going? You hungry or something" "I was just headed back to bed my bed." "YOUR bed, actually let me correct that OUR bed is right here, unless you'd rather sleep alone? I was kind of hoping that you'd actually want to be with me not just live with me. If you'd prefer to think about it first that's fine. Your don't have to and my offer still stands. You can stay here and I'll take care of you till you get through school and figure out what you want to do and I'll do what ever you need to get your life organized but I'd be lying if I didn't say I'd rather your plans included me." I can't help myself I'm feeling just a tad ornery suddenly and I look at him and say kind of dead pan "No I really don't need to think about it" and I walk to the door. "Some more Cesar salad before I get into OUR bed would be perfect." "SNAP!" as his towel strikes my butt. Damn the man can move fast good thing I had my towel wrapped around me. "You'll pay for that" he grins "Promise" I grin back "Yep" and then I'm running for the kitchen with a mad man right behind me.

Rick had hardly known his dad, Frank, who had knocked up his mother when they were both 16 and they never married. When Rick was 20 he learned his dad was living in a nearby city and they reconnected. As they got to know each other, Rick was utterly shocked he found out was that his dad was gay, but certainly it made it easier for Rick to confide to his father that he too was gay. Eventually Frank (and his father's partner, Kevin), invited Rick to come stay with them. Rick asked if he could bring his BF, and naturally his father replied "No problem", so Rick and his BF Jess came out to spend the summer. When Rick and Jess arrived at Rick's father's place, Frank opened the door and Jess remarked to Rick that Rick and Frank looked very much alike like each other, and when he thought about it, Rick realized Jess was right: his dad was 36, lean and defined and Rick immediately started wondering if their cocks were also similar. Frank gave his son a bear hug and introduced himself to Jess, saying "I'm Frank and this is Kevin. Make yourselves at home." The first week went by uneventfully as they caught up with each other. During the second week when Frank and Jess had gone out to the store, Kevin and Rick were talking when there was a knock on the door and a guy delivered a package. Kevin told Rick that the package contained 'party favors', but that Frank didn't want his son to know that he and Frank partied, so Kevin asked that Rick not say anything about the package. Rick replied "That's crazy - we do as well" to which Kevin replied "Your dad would never do that in front of you....unless...." and then he started to laugh. Later Kevin told Rick and Jess his twisted plan, and Rick and Jess, being utterly twisted pigs, readily agreed to the plan. One weekend in mid-June Rick and Jess told Frank that they were going to take a weekend trip and would not be back until the following Monday. They left as planned, and shortly afterwards Frank and Kevin got out the T and started smoking to gear up for a long weekend. After about an hour Frank was flying, and Kevin took him into the bedroom and tied his hands to the bedposts, slipped a blindfold on him and said he was going to prepare a couple of slams. Frank lay there with a raging hard-on while Kevin went out of the room. Jess and Rick had crept back into the apartment and were waiting in the living room, like two hungry naked predators. They slipped in quietly while Kevin returned with the rigs. Kevin told Frank that he had a surprise for him, saying he gone online and invited two men over to play. Frank's dick started leaking with pre-cum in anticipation. Jess and Rick got on either side of Frank and tied a tourniquet around each of his arms, also tying themselves off, so they could slam right after they did Frank. Kevin followed suite. When all four guys were prep'd, Jess and Rick simultaneously stuck the needles into Frank's arms, slamming him from both sides. The rush hit Frank like a ton of bricks. He was so high he couldn't talk. At that point Rick pulled the blindfold off, and Frank looked up in his drug-induced haze to see Jess, Rick and Kevin standing over him, rigs in hand, ready to go. A portion of Frank wanted to protest, but he still couldn't speak and his dick and ass said otherwise. He watched as the three of them slowly inserted the needles into their arms and pulled back so that he could see their blood mixing with the Tina. They were putting on a fucking show for him. Then they slammed. Rick came around and stuck his dick into his father's ass and started to fuck him relentlessly. Jess slid his cock in Frank's mouth and Kevin went down on Frank's dick at the same time. As his eyes started to focus he saw that Jess had a biohazard tattoo right above his cock, and that Rick had the same. Kevin just grinned. Kevin was also poz but somehow Frank had stayed negative, thinking 'at least until now'. For several hours they all took turns raping Frank's ass, until he had three charged loads dripping out of his hole. Rick then went down between his dad's legs and felched his hole, sucking the cum out, then rising to his feet he leaned over his father, kissed him, and snow-balled the cum into Frank's hungry mouth. Rick looked at his dad, smiled broadly, and said "Happy Fathers day. Hope you like my gift." And then they were ready to go again.

The first time a guy ever pissed in me I wasn't expecting it. We'd set up an anonymous breed and go where he came in and found me naked and ass up ready for his cock and load. This particular guy liked for me to pretend to be drugged/asleep. I knew he had cum from his sigh and spasming cock buried deep in my hole. I expected he'd get up and leave, but he just stayed there. After a bit I could feel his cock kind of twitching and then I started to feel kinda warm and full and realized what he was doing. At first I was startled, but just as instantly got totally turned on by it. He pissed for sometime, and not just little spurts, this guy had some pressure and I could feel it going in. After he was done, he pulled out without spilling a drop (he was deep when pissing), dressed and left. I held it for quite awhile, but when I let it out there was easily more than a liter. Something else that is really hot is my piss took on his scent when I pissed later. The piss goes into the colon where fluids are absorbed. it is so fucking hot, wish I could find more guys who can do this.

One night I was partying with a couple who wanted me to tape their fucking initially for some cash. One of them was a friend and since he was quite well off he gave me $200 for just taping their sex. After half an hour, my friend pulled out his cock and told me to stop the camera and help him with the shower. As we get to the bathroom he asked me if I wanted to get fucked. I was really horny from smoking and watching them fuck so I told him of course I want to get fucked. He smiled and told me to bend over the sink and stay down. He gave me my first booty bump which stink really bad but he told me not to move as he moved his hands all over my body and pushing me down if I try to move. Finally I hit blissful sexual hunger and begged him to fuck me. He pushed his hard cock in one shove and I felt the pain but my hunger for fucking was too great that I didn't care about the pain. Actually I enjoyed the pain too. He lifted me off my feet while he kept on fucking me and walked towards the door. When we got to the bedroom I saw his bf on the floor with his legs over his head getting fucked down by a young kid with a huge cock. My friend put me down right next to his bf and posed me the same exact way. Then they fucked us both down and switched every few minutes or so. I was loving both of their cocks so much. Soon I realized that the boy next to me was gone and now they were taking turns just fucking me. I asked them to please make me choke on their cocks at the same time. The young kid moved over my face and pushed down into my open mouth and throat. His big balls were covering my whole face pretty much that everytime I opened my eyes, all I can see was his balls really up close. They were getting rougher and started to spit and slap me around telling me how I am a natural born cock worshipper. I was loving the moment when his bf walked back into the room and coldly told us that we had to go home. First I thought he was joking but he was really serious. Bitch. Young boy pulled out of me and put his clothes on. He kept on saying this is so fucked up but my friend's bf ignored him. As soon as the young boy walked out I got up and they started to argue. So I rushed out and was about to leave when my friend stopped me and apologized. He handed me a little baggie with some stuff and whispered in my ears that he wants to fuck me more sometime. I said okay and opened the door hoping to see the young boy but didn't. As I opened the building door, the young boy turned to see me and asked me if I wanted to get fucked more. I said of course. He didn't have any place and I told him I didn't either. He started to walk anyway so I just kept on walking next to him. He occasionally looked at my butt and smacked me and told me to thank him. He finally stopped walking and we were in a relatively dark block in the middle of the street. He told me to get on my knees and suck him. I was hesitant but when I felt his hands grabbing the sides of my head and forcing me down, I knew I was under his control. He fucked my face for few minutes and told me to get up and turn around. Then he pushed me into the wall as he pounded my hole mercilessly. I kept on biting my jacket to stop me from screaming with pain but when it wasn't as painful I thanked him and told him I loved him. He laughed a little but just fucked me. As he was coming deep inside of me, I felt other presence around us and tried to turn around but few strongs hands pushed my face down against the wall. I was about to protest stronger when I felt the tip of the hard cock on my hole opening. Man...... it was big and hard. Without warning he pushed into me. I felt sharp pain but I thanked him for it. the whole time my young boy was holding me down and spreading my cheeks for this hung man that I coudln't see at all. Finally he bred deep inside of me and pulled out. Then another huge one plunged into me. After the second one bred me, I finally stood up and turned aroudn to find two ugliest and dirtiest homeless people standing there. I felt grossed but my body wanted their huge cock again. My young friend was still hard so he came home with me and gave me another load. I was still hungry for more cock so I made my booty calls. I had 3 more loads. Then as I was seeing one of them off, I felt a hand pulling me to the staircase. It was the young boy from last night or this morning. He didn't say anything but bent me over the rail and pumped his load in me and took off. I was so afraid to be found like this but I was physically tired so I stood there for few minutes before I went back to my apt. and saw that I didn't even close the door when I was pulled away. Inside was sitting my super with a huge hard on. He was always horny and asked me to suck his cock all the time but I always said no to him but this time my hunger was too great so I went over to him and swallowed his whole cock til it the back of my throat and the I pushed down further as I relaxed throat muscle til my nose hit his pubic bone. Man he then went crazy fuckign my face so hard that each time my nose hit his bone, I felt pang of pain. Finally he fed me his loads and when he left I saw my face was covered with my blood. I was shocked for a second but I thought about how I stilll wanted more fucking so got back on my phone. =)

I got home late and my roommate had been taken a few too many Ambien, and started to tell me about a guy who wanted to take photographs of various items in my roommate's ass. I deduced they have some kind of text/sex cel phone relationship. Having gotten all worked-up, my roomie had inserted a wine bottle up his cunt, as well as a long dildo with a fat head that measures 14 inches in length. But all his phone video looked like shit, so I offered to take a movie with my MiniDV. After a lot of his wandering around the apartment high and completely naked (he has a really hot little ass) he finally appeared with the dildo in his hand. We laid a towel over a chair and he proceeded to sit his cunt down on that whole big rubber cock. He fucked himself with it for a while and then let it pop out, and it was covered in lube, butt juice, and goo. Got me hard. Now, we didn't have a sexual relationship, but we were two guys sharing a two bedroom apartment, so it was not particularly unusual to catch glimpses of each other naked, but I had never watched him impale himself on a huge dildo, so this was a treat. I don't know if he got more Ambien in him or what, but he started to act freaky, and I didn't want him wandering around the apartment, so I threw back the covers and pulled him next to me in the bed. He clutched my arm and literally passed out in a matter of minutes, sound asleep, deeply unconscious, his back towards me. After a few minutes, I turned off the light on my side of the bed, wondering what to do, but I was hard as a fucking rock. So I reached down with my free hand and felt-up his cunt. I was curious to see if he was still lubed, and how far I could go. Sure enough, he was thoroughly lubed and he also seemed oblivious to my exploration, so I spat on my cock, spooned him, and slid my cock up into his hole. He's a snotty fag boy who works in a high fashion retailer. A lot of guys wanna hit that ass on a daily basis, and many of them do, but he makes them wear a condom. I know, because he tells me about all his trysts, but last night with the thought of barebacking him, without his consent, turned me on so much I came in his cunt quite quickly. I could feel my cock throb as it spewed it's cum into his hole. It felt like it was twice its normal length and width as, with each throb, another big, ropey shot of my poz cum took root. I left it in there for a while and then went to the other bedroom where I slept soundly until morning. He woke up and asked what he was doing in my bed. I told him that he had flopped onto my bed at some point, and rather than awaken him, I just let him sleep. Of course I left out the part about filling his faggot cunt full of my liquid cum. I bet it squirts out of him the first time he farts at work today while selling those suits.

At home. I made one of my regular cumdumps come over tonight and I shot 4 loads in his ass. Boring, I know, but if you want to shoot multiple loads it's easier when you dont have to worry about being interrupted. I think I'm going to go give him #5...