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One of my sluts about yesterdays breeding session: "The most satisfying in the world is that very moment when your balls unload their seed, feel your warm man juice shooting out of that big cockhead and feel how it coats my insides, while I see how on that very moment you flex all your big muscles and scream and moan like an animal and your eyes are rolled back, your mouth is open and your are drooling like a dog". Makes me so proud...

AHHHHH That Moment were you lean down as you bury your hard cock balls deep in a boy's hole as you pump him full of charged up toxic cum and whisper (Good boy feel my toxic seed blasting into your gut's? you belong to me know you will never shoot another Neg load as long as you live). It is an instant Mind Fuck for the boy and starts them Thinking WTF just happen was he for real did he rely poz me? why didn't I ask his Stats? why was I so dumb to take it bare? Another two boy's marked and charged for ever. The best part is when my boy comforts them and makes them feel better only to sink his charged cock into his balls and repeat the breeding.

Nate started to cry after we told him he has been breed by our toxic cocks and filled with the charged loads of both of our cocks. Mean while Ethan starts to squirm at his bonds as he hears what his friend endured and what he has coming to him or what is going to be cumming in him.

Well, rawboyz, another bb orgy has cum and gone (pun intended!)... Did you ever have a bb party or get-together that really starts out slow and takes a hell of long time for raw sex to happen? This was my 6th bb orgy at a downtown Toronto gay club. Kinda very slow. The organizer will be lucky is he had 25 raw guys tonight. But, 144+ signed up to go. The vast majority were/are flakes. If you put your name down for this event, try at least to show up for it. Well, back to my sexual adventures. Asian young boy #1: Only an on-looker tonight but really loves to fetch. As a young cumdump was being seeded in one of the slings, I thought the older top really deposited his cum inside the cumdump. This young Asian muscular boy went to town to fetch; he said that what he felched was a moist, lubed up hole. Oh well…. Don't get me wrong, it was the Asian's first bb orgy at this club. I tried to mentor him and answer all his questions. Methinks he will be back for the next orgy. Cha-ching! Chalk one up for this daddy!! Mark Wahlberg (is the spelling correct?) look-a-like: I fucked this guy who looks very much like Mark Wahlberg (of Perfect Storm, and Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch). He had a wet juicy hole but not too slick. His ass muscles were holding on to my raw dick and he had a great rhythm. He got my partial load; it was early. I didn't want to cum just yet. Don't all tops get this way if you arrive early? You want to save your cum for later?! Young 28 yr old poz cumdump: Now this young boy wanted me to cum in for a long time. I've met him before at Steamworks Toronto and at these orgies. I remember promising him that he would one day get my hot load. He was being fucked in one of the slings. A guy before me was fucking him but decided to rest. He withdrew. I stepped up to bat, I mean, to fuck this beautiful young man's ass. It didn't take me long to draw my balls of cum deep into his hole. He asked whether he could have some cum from my dick when I withdrew, which I gladly gave him to taste. Kinda like a trophy prize, no?! So, all in all, it was a slow night at the bb orgy. I hope to meet some of these regular suck/fuck buds next orgy in 2 weeks. Mission accomplished. Time to hit the sack and get some sleep. Rawboyz, thanks very much for reading this eyewitness account! Happy barebacking to you all! Read1

I'm all about real size sex I want to have sex I don't want to dream I don't want to fantasize I don't want to wait I want to have sex real actual sex everyone out there is more into the fantasy then sex itself. I don't know why but my Facebook has taken off and getting loads of messages from insanely hot men want to have sex with me, men that I know are way too hot for me, and I guarantee that if they were on Scruff and within distance and I started to hit on them they wouldn't hit me back. Spend hours and hours of cruising,exchanging pictures on pps and websites, with very little results, and the problems always the same: the guy I'm interacting with doesn't want sex he's in a fantasy while having a conversation with me. Anyone miss the eighties when you Cruised a guy and you would have sex, never pulling down your pants in the bar to confirm how long it is, how fat it is, how uncut it i, how hard it is

1. Cum dripped out of my swollen, gaping hole as I pulled my briefs up and stood to crack my back. It’s funny, I thought as I felt the backside of my briefs become damp with sperm, three weeks ago I never would have thought to let a man cum inside me, and now, I couldn’t get enough. That was before I had met Simon; however, before Simon had told me how hot I was, how much he liked me; before he had eaten out my hole till he could slide three fingers inside of me without resistance; and before he had charmed me to let him slip, just the tip of his fat cock into my hole raw. I slid my hand down the backside of my briefs and felt my wet hole. The sounds of the others came through the closed door clearly; there were still plenty of me out there. I can go just a few more rounds, I thought, and kicked off my slightly damp underwear. My name is Justin, I’m twenty five and just finished my last year of grad school. At five foot ten I’m not the tallest of men, but I’m what my ex-girlfriend called “Nerd hot.” The short of guy you see with unkempt hair, dark rimmed slightly unfashionable glasses, and a tweed jacket with elbow patches and you think he’s sort of cute but nothing special until they take their clothes off and you realize that tweed jacket and button down shirt were hiding a tight six pack, broad chest and a sizable amount of chest hair. I had one girl actually laugh in surprise when I took my pants of the first time and she saw my seven-inch soft cock. For the past twenty-five years I have identified as 97% straight, every once in a while I’ve come across a guy that does it for my but that’s pretty rare and rarer still would be the circumstances under which anything would happen. I am, however, a liberal man of the modern era and so when I was in London visiting my Stepbrother and he invited me to go to the gay bar with his friends, I was more then happy to attend. Ryan, who had always been the more athletic masculine of the two of us, had come out to his mother and my father when he was fifteen; I was sixteen at the time. Most of my friends thought that I should be weirded out by this (“What if he’s checking you out after you get out of the shower?”) but I never was. Ryan was not one of the 3% of guys that I’m attracted too although I did find out after catching him in bed with one of his boyfriends over a summer break in college that he had a massive cock. After college Ryan had started working for a publishing company and soon after was transferred to their offices in London. At twenty-four he already had a massive flat near to the city center and a damn nice office in their high-rise office. When I graduated for grad school I decided to fly to England for the summer before looking for work and visit Ryan for a while. Two nights after I got there Ryan invited me to join him and his friends at a gay bar downtown. Having just finished a long semester of school I was down for drinking where ever. So we got dressed, Ryan in a pair of tight jeans and a black wife beater that showed off his broad football player chest and his massive arms, he honestly looked like Rugby Ken; and I in a slim fit button down shirt and loose fitting jeans. It was at the bar that I met Simon. He came in late, a little bit after all of the others, and took the only available seat in the little booth (next to me) that six of us now occupied in the corner of this bar. The six-foot three, black haired, blue eyed, pail skinned god smiled as he slid in next to me. “Ayope, ‘o’s this then,” he ask in a gruff south London accent. “My step brother Justin, he’s straight so put your cock back in your pants,” answered Ryan, a slight twinge of a British accent had started to color the edges of his words in the years sense he’d moved here. “Eh, he’s aright. Ain’t yeh Justin?” Simon asked me. I laughed a little and nodded trying to remain calm, I had never been so attracted to a guy in my entire life. He wore no shirt, claiming it had had gotten soaked in the rain just a little bit ago. His small pink nipples stood erect out of a thick coat of dark hair all across is massive pecks. Tight blue jeans hugged his muscular legs, and the outline of his cock running down his left pant leg was obvious. He was stunningly masculine in his appearance and domineer. The rest of the party continued to talk and Simon quickly jumped into the conversation. I didn’t know what I wanted from him but I wanted something. I wanted him somehow. As he chatted with his friends his hand slid from the table and slowly made it’s way to rest on my leg just above the knee.

2. We spent a good long while in the club, my stepbrother and some of his friends eventually going off to dance somewhere, and I staying behind in the booth drinking what would turn out to be a few too many beers. Simon was with me almost all night and the more I drank the more I found my gaze drifting to his pale blue eyes. Sometime later Ryan returned and suggested that we all go back to his place for a few more beers. As the little party gathered their things and headed towards the door I felt Simon’s hand gently graze my ass as he past, my cock leapt. Back at Ryan’s place the drinks continued to flow and the guys stated to drop off steadily, and eventually I excused myself to the guest room I was staying in to turn in for the night. I stripped off my clothes and ran my hand down my tight furry abs to my semi stiff cock thinking about Simon. Never before had a guy effected me the way that he did, I fell onto the bed my cock now completely hard and started to jerk myself off my free hand roaming all over my body. I didn’t hear the door open, in fact I didn’t hear anything till in his thick South London accent Simon said, “Well that’s a much bigger cock then I would have guessed.” I scrambled to cover myself but as I was laying on top of the sheets there was nothing much I could do but try and his by rock hard eight and a half inched behind my hands. “Dunny try and hide it,” said Simon, “looks like you could use a hand in fact.” He clambered up onto the bed a wide wicked smile spreading across his face. I froze not knowing what to expect as Simon crawled up between my legs, pulled his shirt off over his head to expose his muscular dark haired torso, and swallowed my cock. No girl had ever sucked my cock like that, it was as if Simon had unhinged his jaw and swallowed my cock whole. I groaned and tried to mutter, “No, I’m straight,” but the words died in my mouth, instead I put my hands on the back of his head pulling him down onto my cock. My breathing had quickened and I was seconds away from cuming when Simon let my cock spring from his mouth. “You ever had a bloke suck your cock before?” “No, I’m… well… I’m straight,” I said lamely. “Doesn’t matter to me, what matters is if it felt good.” “It certainly did, I almost came just then.” “That’s why I stopped.” He shifted his weight slightly and shucked his jeans, now wearing only a pair of tiny brightly colored briefs. “You have an amazing cock,” he continued kissing my cock head, “and balls.” He drew first one nut and then the other into his mouth before sucking the both in. I rocked my hips forward giving him better access to my balls, my ass lifting slightly off the bed as I did so. In one swift motion before I really knew what was happening Ryan had my knees pressed into my chest and his slightly stubbly face buried in my hole, his tongue swirling around my virgin home. No one had ever eaten me out before and I moaned loudly. It had never occurred to me how amazing this could feel and Simon was certainly an expert at these things. His tongue flicked and darted of my hole sending bolts of electricity through my whole body as I relaxed into him. He pressed his tongue into me, lapping at my hole and slowly my hole began to open for him allowing his probing tongue inside. I gasped as my ass was penetrated for the first time by his tongue. Simon shifted around a bit, his mouth never leaving my hole and I could tell he was taking off his tight pants. Something new touched my ass; his hands spread my cheeks wide as he slid one finger next to his tongue and carefully slipped it inside of me. It was like nothing I had never felt before, and nothing like I had imagined it would feel like. He slowly penetrated my hole with his finger still lapping about the invading digit with his talented tongue. My cock was throbbing, and I felt hornier then I had in my entire life, loud lust filled moans escaped my mouth without me being conscious of doing it. “You’ll have all the lads in here you keep moaning like that,” Simon said taking his mouth off my hole for the first time in almost ten minutes. I was panting, sweat glistened on my chest, and precum dripped from my cock like a leaking faucet. “You ever sucked a cock before,” he asked, his finger still knuckle deep inside me. I shook my head no. “Why don’t you get mine down your throat then, least way it’ll keep you quiet.” He shifted so that his body was now over mine, his cock dangling over my mouth, my knees still bent into my chest and his finger still deep in my ass. I had never been this close to man’s cock before, although I had thought about it. His uncut, thick, veiny, still swelling cock hung before me a little glint of precum slipping from the slowly retracting foreskin. My mouth watered. Slowly I lifted my head and opened my mouth taking just the tip in. He tasted salty and sweet and I loved it. I opened wider and took more of his cock into my mouth. Simon slowly lowered his hips so that my head once again rested on the pillows but his cock was firmly lodged down my throat. I moaned around his cock as Simon’s mouth returned to my hole and he quickly prepped me for another thick finger. Only about half his cock would fit down my throat as it grew and Simon slowly fucked it in and out of my mouth occasionally making me gag. As he throat fucked me he worked two, then three, and then four fingers inside me hole. I was so horny I was practically fucking myself back onto his stretching fingers. After the fourth finger was in for a few moments he pulled them all out, pulled his cock from my mouth and spun around. He now lay on top of me, or noses almost touching, his body keeping my legs pinned to my chest, and his cock resting between my spit slicked cheeks. He rocked his hips to and fro a little rubbing his cock up and down my crack as he stared at me with those brilliant blue eyes. “You have the most amazing ass, and your hole is so fucking hairy,” he said, and then after a long time he looked right into my eyes and said, “I want to fuck you.” I had been so over whelmed by what had been happening I hadn’t even thought that this might be coming, but as soon as I heard the question I knew my answer. “I want you to fuck my virgin hole.” Simon needed no more permission then that; he lined up his cock head with my well fingered hole and pushed slightly. He kept a tight grip on my ankles as he did so. It hurt a little at first but then it changed and it was like the fingers. I felt him stretching me out, forcing my hole even wider as he slid deeper and deeper into me. Precum was poring from my cock, and lighting bolts of pleasure wrapped through me. “I’m half way in, how do you feel,” he asked. “Give me all of it.” There was none of the pain I had expected and now I longed to feel him fuck me. It took several more minutes before Simon’s considerable length was all pressed into my gut, and then several more minutes before we moved again. Once Simon was sure I was used to it he pulled back out again and pressed in faster, he did this several more times each time getting a little faster until there was no doubting that he was fucking me. I grunted with each stroke trying to keep quiet say Simon wrecked my hole. He shifted so that he was sitting up more, holding onto my hips for leverage he pounded his big fat cock into my virgin hole. “Fuck you’re tight, I’m not going to last long,” he said. I didn’t care though so long as he would make me feel like this again. “I’m gonna blow my load inside of you. Do you want that? You want my load?” “Yes cum inside me,” I said without thinking. The rhythmic thumping of flesh on flesh had replaced my heartbeat as the rhythm of my driving force and sweat pored off of each of us. “I’m so close,” he whispered, his face contorted with the effort to stave off orgasm for a few moments more, but it was too much. He slammed as deep into me as he could and fired off his load. I groaned much to loudly as I felt his hot seed spill into my guts, knowing in the back of my mind that I should be scared, that I shouldn’t be doing this, but I wanted it so badly. Simon shook a little as he came and then held still, his cock still inside of me for a long moment. Then he kissed me hard on the lips and pulled out of me. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, Simon's cock nestled between my ass cheeks as if ready to leap back inside as soon as possible.

I went down South to find a black dude who told me he organizes monthly conversion parties. I agreed up front to reimburse him for his troubles. He instructed me to meet him at his business warehouse the following day at 7:30. He also mentioned I would not be the only neg bottom there. When I showed up at the warehouse in a God forsaken neighborhood I wasn't sure if I was going to proceed, and was in the act of turning around to make my departure when I saw a young black stud coming toward me. "Where you goin'?" he asked. "Home." "Why?" he asked, and as he stepped closer to continued saying "You should go right in. Not only will the guys like you, you'll have a good time and you won't regret it, 'specially 'cause we never get enough white guys to go around!" As he spoke, he slid his hand up the ass panel of my rather loose shorts and slid his finger up inside my hole, adding, "By the way, my name is Terick." Well, Terick's powers of persuasion were enough to convince me to turn around and enter the warehouse. When Terick and I got to the door we were immediately buzzed in. The interior of the warehouse was generally dark, smelly and dirty. A group of lockers (with no locks) were grouped against the wall. "Go ahead, strip down," Terick instructed, waiting for me to comply, and as I did, he through my clothing into locker no. 31. Then he also stripped down. His big cock was already rising. "You poz?" I asked, and he nodded 'yes', but when I bent over to taste his pole, he withdrew slightly, and gestured for me to follow him. Passing through another doorway, we entered a more brightly illuminated area where I saw about thirty naked men, most of whom were black, and several of whom cat-called 'White Meat'. I was overwhelmed, but I stumbled into the room and ended-up in a line that read "Neg Bottoms Only." There were about ten bottoms, two of us, white. An older black dude who was standing at the front of the line went down the line of bottoms, a Sharpie in his right hand whereas his left hand was clearly (and liberally) coated with Vaseline. He stuck his fingers in the first guy's ass, then wrote a T on the guy's ass cheek, going down the line doing this to everyone, but the ass of some bottoms he wrote an S and on others a T. He got to the white guy in front of me, buried his fingers into the guy's ass and smiled, writing an S on the guy's ass. Then he got to me, finger-fucked me and wrote a T on my ass. I asked "What's that for?" "Tight or sloppy. So you get the right-sized butt plug after you take some dirty seed," he explained with a laugh, adding, however, "To be honest, most white guys are an S by the time they leave." I was scared and ready to bolt, but in looking at the guys in the Poz Top line, I saw so many enticing cocks, my libido won-out. We went a little further in to a cement-walled shower in which there was a stainless steel douche mounted in the wall. The several guys bolted rather than go through with it, but five guys, including me, douched themselves. Truth be known, I had douched before I left the house, so had no qualms douching again. When I in front of the line, I told the thug I had douched earlier, but he must have taken some pleasure in administering douches because he literally pushed me on to the nozzle and blasted the water, which was fucking cold as hell. Now, the shock of icy cold water pouring into my ass got me thinking 'I'm out of here', but before I could act, I saw the next step in the process, and was intrigued. A big ugly black dude with big fucking lips, (I love to kiss black dudes with big lips) was seated on folding chair with a small tooth brush. The black guy was apparently tasked with roughing-up the asses of the bottoms, because he was using a tooth brush to abrade the bottoms' holes. We lost two more guys, including the only other white guy. I was last in line so when I bent over and the guy pushed the tooth brush up inside my ass, it was caked with the scum from the other guys' asses. Steeling myself, I bent over and felt him brush me but he kept going and wouldn't pull it out for a long time, saying "You're the only white meat left. You will be convert today in one session - for sure." Now I admit I was a bug chaser and I wanted to convert, but now was having second thoughts about subjecting myself to the tops at this gathering. The black dude Terick came over to me after my hole was brushed and led me up to a plywood partition with a sling. He told me to lay back into the sling and he handcuffed my arms to the chains, asking if I wanted the hood? "Fuck no! I want to see who is pozzing me." Terick laughed saying "You're going to wish you had the hood when your done, Daddy. My buddies are going to gut your white hole tonight. These brothers love white meat!" I was both scared and excited. Terick came back and asked me "Do you need anything before I open your booth to the Poz Tops?" "No, where are all Poz cocks?" Laughing, he replied "Yeah, that's what you paid for!" Terick opened the door and the black dudes swarmed into the little cube. They were all hung. One guy stuffed his dick down my throat and I started sucking. I was distracted but then felt a big cock push up inside me. I pulled the dick out of my mouth and asked "You fucking me raw?" "Fuck yeah. No rubbers at a conversion party." "No, I'm done. I want out." I wanted so bad to take poz loads and yet I was chickening-out. "I want out!" The mean ass black dude came over to me and asked "What the fuck are you was doing?" "Quitting," I answered. He grabbed my hair and shook his fist in my face and menacingly snarled "You are the only white meat I got. You ain't going anywhere. You wanted to be converted, and that's what you'll get." Thinking quickly I said "I have to go take a dump." He replied "Well, take it it right here 'cause you not getting unlocked 'till all these guys who want some neg white ass get some." The big dude started pumping my hole again as another guy shoved his cock down my throat. Tears flowed, and the mucus in my throat slopped-out as I was raped. After a few minutes of hard mouth-fucking, the cock in throat blew. "Here comes some dirty HIV seed you wanted. Now, don't waste a drop, mother fucker!" I didn't. I sucked it all down. The big black thug in my ass was starting to burn up inside my raw white asshole. I knew he was leaking precum. "You poz?" I asked. "Fuck yeah, Daddy, and you won't need anymore loads than this to convert." "Please man, I changed my mind. Don't cum inside me!" "Fuck you, Daddy. I paid money to fuck a negative ass and you're getting charged-up real good." Just then he flooded my insides with dirty jizz. He pulled his cock out slowly and another dude went up in me. Not a single drop of the dirty jizz inside my white hole was wasted. The thug came over and wrung the rest of the cum out of his big black cock. "Lick it off. Taste this dirty man seed, mother fucker." It was over. I was sure I couldn't back at this point. My ass was full of millions of poz pollywogs working till there death to convert my hole to poz status. I licked the cum dripping from his cock as he forced me to tongue wash his black dick. Succumbing to the situation, I felt in my heart I had been pozzed. Reasoning it was too late to try to stop the process, I relaxed and gave myself to the other nineteen loads of poz jizz which exploded inside my ass. Afterwards the dude who organized the party approached me just before I left the warehouse, and commented "You sure got what you paid for. I'll see you back here in a month or so to get a special toxic tattoo above your asshole. It's my trademark for pozzing you." Yes! This was a real event, not a story.

I have been tied down and had chem piss in my hole plugged and left to marinate for a half hour or so I LOVE IT

Damn...wanna try this....especially chem piss

5. I laid back and with my legs still in the air, slid a finger into my loose cum-slick hole. The thought of two more guys coming into fuck me had my hole twitching. My cock was still hard, but I honestly could have cared less the finger in my hole was giving me more pleasure then my cock had ever given me. “Ryan’s brother yeah,” I heard Tommy say. “You’re kidding,” one said. “Seriously, I just fucked him,” Tommy said, “Go see for yourself, I told him to stay there and wait for you two.” Eager to please my next two tops I slid another finger inside my hole and started to work at myself harder, eliciting a little moan from myself. The door opened and Liam stood shirtless in the pants he had had on last night. “Fuck, Ryan didn’t tell us his stepbrother was a cumdump.” “He wasn’t,” said Tommy coming up leading Liam’s also shirtless boyfriend Ross, still naked and a little hard, “Simon pumped a load into him last night when he was drunk. Flipped a switch inside his hole, and triggered his cum lust. You wanna get fucked again?” “Hell yes, lets go boys,” I pulled my cheeks apart showing off my cum dripping from my hole. “Think you can handle two cocks noob?” Ross asked in a thick Scottish accent. “Won’t know unless we try,” Liam added. The two Scots looked at each other and at the same time undid their pants, neither one of them was wearing underwear. If I didn’t know better I would have thought that they were brothers, both tall and dark haired with pale skin. Their broad chests both thickly haired, their abs insanely defined with broad treasure trails leading to dense pubes and thick swinging cocks. “On all fours at the bottom of the bed,” Liam demanded, his bossiness turned me on even more. I flipped onto my hands and knees and got at the bottom of the bed as the boyfriends lay down next to each other in front of me. “Well, put that pretty mouth to work and get us hard.” “Well you seem to be in good hands, have dun boys,” Tommy said and left the room, leaving the door open. I dove onto Liam’s uncut cock, swallowing as much as I could of the quickly hardening shaft as I jerked off Ross. Liam put his hands on the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. It didn’t take long for Liam to get hard in my mouth, and Ross’s cock steadily fattening as I furiously pumped his cock. “Ride my cock while you give Ross a chance at that great mouth,” Liam said pushing me off. Liam slid down so that I could squat over his cock and bend over to suck Ross’s cock still. He and I groaned together as his dick slipped into my hole. He was not as thick as Tommy but he was longer and he pressed against that second hole I had felt Ryan knocking against. “Fuck you’re hole is even hotter the Tommy’s when it’s full of cum,” Liam said as I swallowed Ross to the base his thick pubes against my face. I rode Liam’s cock as he fucked up into me, still sucking Ross’s cock. Ross’s cock kept growing in my mouth and soon was far to long for me to keep the entire thing inside my mouth. “Think you can handle two cocks in that hole of yours?” Ross said running his hands along my back to where Liam’s cock was slipping in and out of my hole. I sat up, dropping myself all the way down on Liam’s cock, he suddenly burst past that second sphincter I had been feeling before and I gasped as I said, “Try it and lets find out.” “Lean forward then,” Liam said, and pulled me close to him, my sweaty chest pressed to his. Ross jumped up and got behind me, quickly pressing his cock against my already filled hole. For a long moment it felt like he would never be able to work his cock inside of me, then for another long second felt like I was being torn in two, and then at last Ross’s cock slid in next to Liam’s till his cock sank past my second sphincter. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” I kept repeating trying to get used to the feeling of both of them inside of me. “Shit you got tight fast,” Liam laughed a little breathing quickly. Ross was the first to start moving, slowly rocking his cock in and out of my hole rubbing against Liam’s cock as he did. I had thought that one cock in my hole was an astounding feeling but the two boyfriends pumping in and out of me at different speeds was a whole new experience. “He’s busy with Liam and Ross,” I head Tommy say in the other room, “But you can fuck me. I haven’t gotten a load from you in forever Ryan.” “Then bend the fuck over,” my stepbrother answered. A few minutes later the hard breathing and desperate grunts from Liam, Ross and I were joined by Tommy’s whimpers and Ryan’s moans. “Does the sound of your stepbrother breeding that hot twink’s hole turn you on,” Ross whispered in my ear. “Yes.” “How do those two big cocks feel in your hole?” “Amazing?” “Yeah?” “God yes.” “Then get ready for a real pounding.” Liam grabbed my hips and pulled me forward giving himself more leverage as Ross started to pull his cock out completely and slam it back into in one quick rough movement. I was practically screaming with pleasure now, begging them to use my hole, to wreck me, to shoot their loads into me. They fucked me harder and harder, both of them quickly becoming covered in sweat. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum,” Liam groaned, “You want my POZ load added to that messy hole?” “Shoot your load in me,” I begged. “Breed his hole, babe, lube up my cock,” Ross said goading Liam on. Liam grunted, and thrust deep into me, his cock head, along with Ross’s well past my second hole firing his load deep into my guts all over his boyfriends cock. This was too much for Ross who after a few more pumps bottomed out in my hole and launched his load in next to Liam’s. My body shook with the force of their loads and I felt my own cock begin to throb as I came without touching myself at all. Ross slowly pulled out of me and Liam’s now flaccid cock flopped out with it. I rolled off of Ross and as the pair left the room kissing felt myself passing out completely over whelmed with what had happened over the past twelve hours. It was several hours later that I woke up and rolled out of my bed. Cum dripped out of my swollen, gaping hole as I pulled my briefs up and stood to crack my back. It’s funny, I thought as I felt the backside of my briefs become damp with sperm, three weeks ago I never would have thought to let a man cum inside me, and now, I couldn’t get enough. I slid my hand down the backside of my briefs and felt my wet hole. The sounds of the others came through the closed door clearly; there were still plenty of me out there. I can go just a few more rounds, I thought, and kicked off my slightly damp underwear. In the main room I found Tommy bent over the couch with Liam’s cock deep in his furry twink hole, Ross was riding Ryan’s cock, and just as I stepped out the front door opened and Simon walked back in with a broad smile. “So from what I’ve been hearing all day you’ve turned into quite the cumdump,” he called over to me. “Ready for another, make sure it takes?” He grabbed his cock through his track pants and I nodded. This is where I end the story. If someone else wants to take over Justin’s journey from here feel free.

4. “I’m going to go jump in the shower,” Ryan said, slapping me on the ass as Tommy pulled off his shirt. I had assumed Tommy he was somewhat twinkish, and therefore was completely unprepared to see his tight runner’s body was completely covered by thick dark red hair. He smiled at my obvious shock. “I started growing chest hair when I was twelve,” he said, his fingers hooked into the waste band of his track pants. Dropping them to the the ground, he stepped out of them, standing in a pair of white briefs that barely contained the considerable bulge that was forming there. Do all of Ryan’s friends have big cocks? I wondered. “Well, are you just gonna stand there bustin’ out of your briefs or are you going to fuck me?” I asked, quickly becoming more comfortable with my new lust for cock. “You’re really ready to get fucked again, after your stepbrother just bred you like that.” I found his Irish accent intoxicating, and perhaps for that reason the thought of turning down his cock didn't even cross my mind. Whatever the reason, now that I had had a taste of bare sex, I was insatiable. “Hell yes," I responded as I flopped back on the bed, drew my legs into the air, exposing my cummy hole to his inspection. Just to further entice him I added "Plus all that cum up there will make great lube.” Tommy didn’t need to be told again, he tossed his briefs aside his uncut cock springing up. “You’re more of a cum slut then I am,” he said, lining up his still sheathed head up with my swollen hole. We both groaned as he sunk into my wet guts, my hole quickly opening to take his uncut, beer can of a cock, to the base. Tommy leaned forward, holding his cock inside me and kissed me softly. He slowly rocked his cock in and out of me as we kissed, his hands roaming over my body. I groaned into his mouth, waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Tommy seemed intent on making this one last as he slowly pumped my hole. “Simon was the one who POZed me,” he whispered after a long time, “he picked me up at a bar one night and convinced me to take him raw and after about a week of him filling me with his spunk I caught it. Best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He kissed me softly again, but started to fuck me a little harder his thrusts eliciting little squeaks and grunts from my occupied mouth. “Did you even like guys before Simon fucked you,” he asked a little while later. “Sorta but I’d never done anything,” I answered in the same soft whisper tone. “So you went from being straight to getting fucked by your stepbrother and all of his friends in one night. Damn Simon’s good, and I’m fucking grateful cause I thought you were so hot.” He drew his cock all the way out and slammed it back in again several times, a soft squishing sound now accompanying his thrusts. He shifted his weight putting his hands flat on the bed over my shoulders and rocking his hips forward to pound into me harder. I stared into his brilliant green eyes as sweat formed on his face from the effort of his fucking. As I looked at him I noticed a sweaty, bushy, dark ginger pit just over my head. I sat up a little and licked it. Tommy groaned a little and I continued to lap at the musky pit until I was eating out his pit and he fucked me all the harder for it. After about twenty minutes as Tommy’s thrusts were starting to get rougher and his breathing irregular I head Ryan get out of the shower and go into his room, talking to the two men who had been sleeping in there. “I’m going to cum in you,” Tommy panted. “Do it, please!” “God you ass is so good!” “Thanks, your cock feels ama…” I never finished that sentence as Tommy slammed into me as hard as he could, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He let out a long calming breath as his balls emptied into my guts. He kissed me again and pulled out slowly. “Stay there,” he said, heading to the door, “sounds like the other two are up and ready to breed your hole as well.”

3. When I woke up the next morning Simon was gone. I stretched and rubbed a finger across my still slightly tender hole, feeling the slight stickiness left by his cum. My cock twitched slightly as I thought about what had happened the night before. I swung me feet out of the bed, grabbed a pair of gym shorts from the floor, and tugging them on, headed into the kitchen to make some coffee. The door to Ryan’s bedroom was open I can could see two of Ryan’s friends still sprawled out across his bed, another passed out on the couch. Just as I was pouring water into the top of the coffee maker, Ryan came in the front door covered in sweat, just back from his morning run. “Oh good, coffee,” he whispered, so as not to wake up the various sleepers around the apartment, crossing over to the little kitchen. He stood a few feet away from me waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. I didn’t know what it was but something in his eyes made me a little uneasy and then he said, “Simon told me what happened.” “What?” I stammered. “That he fucked you. I always guessed that you weren’t completely straight, but I never guessed that he was your type though.” “I’ve never done.…” “…anything like that before.” “Really?” “Yeah.” “So he was your first.” Ryan inched closer to me. “Yeah, I guess he was.” “So are you his now? “What?” “Did he claim you?” I had no idea what he meant. “No.” “Too bad,” Ryan was now very close to me, closer then I think we had been in a long time. “Simon’s pretty good about sharing, knows that I like sloppy seconds.” He put his hands on my hips and drew my crotch to his, both of us starting to tent out or gym shorts a little bit. I suddenly found myself looking at Ryan quite differently, I guess being my stepbrother, I had never considered him an option but now that he was making the first move my opinion was quickly changing. I looked down at his broad powerful body, the massive pecs slick with sweat, the thin treasure trail of light brown hair (naturally the only hair on his torso) leading down into his skimpy black running shorts now bulging with his semi, the stench of man that wafted off of him all suddenly became very attractive to me. My cock throbbed and I suddenly knew what I wanted, I wanted to get fucked again, and Ryan was no longer my stepbrother but a means to that end. I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, tasting the sweat that lingered there, and said, “We don’t need Simon for that. I’ll share with you any time.” Ryan smiled and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue in my mouth. The coffee completely forgotten, we tumbled into my vacant bedroom and hurriedly disrobed. Ryan’s cock was even bigger then I remembered, and was thick, with an angry looking vein running across the top, and surrounded by a thick bunch of light brown pubes. It was beautiful. I made to get on my knees and suck his cock as I had done for Simon but Ryan had other plans. He grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, pushing me down onto the bed on all fours, grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and spread them wide before burying his face in my hairy crack. After a moment Ryan stopped and said, “Did he cum in you?” “Yes,” I said a little sheepishly, feeling bright red flush rise up me cheeks. “Even better,” Ryan said and resumed eating out my ass. I groaned as his tongue made short work of opening me back up. After a few minutes he stopped again, pressing his finger inside me and said, “Is that what you want me to do? Fuck your tight pink hole till I cum inside of you.” The answer was simple: yes, but all I managed to do was stammer, “I… uh… well… I…” “Just say it,” he twisted his finger inside of me more, “once you admit what you want it’s much easier to get it.” “I want you to fuck me and cum in my ass,” I blurted out. “Good.” He pulled the finger from my hole. “Now bend over the bed with your feet on the floor and your chest resting on the mattress. Now that you’ve been fucked once, and, knowing you were fucked by Simon, you were fucked good and hard, so I’m gonna really pound your hole.” I heard his spit on my hole and, I presume, his cock, and then felt the warm pressure of his cock head pressing against my recently virgin ass hole. Ryan hadn’t spent nearly as long eating out my ass as had Simon, and for that matter, it felt as though his cock was thicker then Simon's, so it took a good deal of force for him to break into my hole, but finally my sphincter gave way and his cock head popped inside of me. I groaned in pleasure as he slowly sank the rest of his cock into me. His cock felt amazing. A little painful, but mostly amazing. Jesus, why hadn't we come up with this sooner? I thought. After what had to be almost three minutes of slow penetration Ryan’s pubes came to rest against my ass. “Man you’re tight, and just after getting fucked by Simon too. You’re ass was made for fucking.” With that, Ryan began to fuck me slowly, remarking “I can feel come of Simon’s cum inside of your hole, lubing up my cock.” He built up speed quickly until he was fucking my ass with a quick, decisive rhythm. I shivered as his cock slammed into me. I wanted it so bad. Ryan had hold of my hips, and was pulling me back to meet his thrusts, which drove his cock deeper into my ass. It felt as though he had bust through another barrier, diving deeper into my hole then before. My own cock was dripping precum like mad, but bounced around completely forgotten. “You’re so fucking tight I’m not going to last long, I’m gonna lube you up with my cum now and then you can spend the rest of the day riding me before Simon comes over again tonight.” My heart skipped a beat at the thought of having Simon inside me again. Ryan started to pant, slamming into me even harder, his hands shaking slightly. “Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum,” he said, “You want my load inside of you?” “Yes, shoot your load inside my hole,” I panted back. “I’m cuming,” he said, although he didn't need to tell me. I could feel his cock exploding inside my ass. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he flooded my guts and, when his balls were drained, he collapsed forward onto my back. We were both covered in sweat. “There is something else I should tell you,” he whispered, his body still trembling slightly, “Simon and I, well really all of our friends who are probably going to end up fucking you, are poz. So you now have two massive poz loads inside your hole.” I froze for a moment, and then realized that I didn’t care. At that moment with my stepbrother’s nine inch cock still unloading inside of me, I didn’t give a damn about consequences or anything else. I just wanted too always feel the wonderful fullness I experienced from having cock and cum in me. “I don’t care,” I quite calmly replied. “That’s good 'cause you weren’t getting a choice.” “I didn’t know your stepbrother was up for grabs,” said a voice from the doorway. Ryan's cock still deep in my hole, every so slowly softening, we both turned to find the youngest of Ryan’s friends standing in the doorway, rubbing an obvious hard on through his shorts. It was Tommy, the twenty year old, ginger haired, Irish boy. He smiled wickedly and remarked “I haven’t gotten any in a few days,” adding "Mind if I have a go?” “Simon broke him in last night for the first time, but his ass is still fucking tight,” Ryan said, “but it’s up to Justin.” Ryan’s cock slipped from my hole, and with that I stood up, turned to face Tommy, a thin drip of cum running down my leg as I did so. “Well,” I said to the ginger standing the doorway, “Strip. Let's see what you’re working with."

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

Lots of background since I plan this to be at least 4 or 5 parts. THE INITIATION High school had finally started getting better for Kelvin. It had just taken until February of his senior year for him to finally feel like things were finally going his way. His recent early acceptance to Columbia and his dreams of getting out of the small town in Upstate New York seemed to be unfolding for him exactly as he had hoped – something that never seemed to happen for Kelvin. His freshman year at Union-Endicott High School had been a rough one. Moving from a small elementary and middle school to a school with over 500 people in his grade was overwhelming for Kelvin. Kelvin had never been particularly social and quite introverted. He had always been at the head of his class academically but was never really part of the geek clique. He wasn’t a jock, in the band, an artist or any of the other dozen of groups that made up the classic high school social hierarchy. Kelvin was a guy without a country, so to speak and while he was occasionally lonely, he was actually usually quite comfortable being on his own. Any semblance of a normal freshman year died when in the spring his mother was diagnosed with cancer and by the start of summer his mother was gone. Losing his mother was difficult for Kelvin. She had been the one person he always felt he could talk to and who would listen without judgment. His father had always been somewhat disconnected from Kelvin. His father was a former high school A-lister, playing football and baseball and being good enough to make All-State through most of high school. Kelvin wasn’t exactly a disappointment, but he and his father just didn’t seem to have anything in common. Kevin’s father also tended to disappear after coming home from work using his homemade beer to drown the mundanity of his life. His father was never quite drunk, just very distant. After his mother’s death, his father seemed to almost completely disappear from his life except for dinners and occasional evenings together spent in relative quiet. Kelvin’s sophomore year, as could be predicted, was essentially a blur. With his mother’s death and his father’s self-imposed absence, Kelvin dove into his academics pushing himself even harder. Books became his escape and Kelvin’s world shrank to his home and his classes at school. In a rare incident of insight, Kelvin’s father pulled Kelvin aside toward the end of his sophomore. “Kelvin, I know things have been rough since your mom died,” he began, “but I’m concerned that all this focus on school is not good for you.” Kelvin shrugged in response. Kelvin’s father continued, “I think you need to get out and do something physical, so I signed you up for training at Scott’s Gym. Hopefully, this will help get you out a little bit more.” Kelvin nodded and sighed. And with that Kelvin began working out at least 5 times a week. After a few months, Kelvin’s dad didn’t think Kelvin was putting on enough muscle. One day, when Kelvin was ready to head to the gym his father pulled him aside into the bathroom. “Hey, I know you’ve been working hard and I want you to feel like you’re getting results. When I was in school we’d use a little something extra to help build a bit more muscle. Here,” his father pulled out a needle, “let me see your upper thigh.” Kelvin rolled up his shorts and his father stabbed the needle deep into his muscle, injecting Kelvin with the thick liquid. Smiling after the injection, Kelvin’s dad said, “There. We’ll start cycling you and see if we can’t get you some results you can really see and be proud of.” Kelvin knew the steroids could eventually cause problems but his dad had seemed so happy that he had finally found a way to connect with his son, that he didn’t have the heart to object. Through the rest of his sophomore and junior years Kelvin cycled on steroids and his body grew in both shape and definition. Kelvin knew things had changed, he could obviously see the changes himself, and also noticed how instead of being completely invisible he began turning heads of the girls at school which made him uncomfortable. The steroids had not only added bulk to his muscles but had two other effects Kelvin had not considered. The first was that by the end of Kelvin’s junior year instead of the light fuzzy treasure trail and chest that many of his classmates had, Kelvin was sporting a dense trail of fur from his crotch up to his chest which was also becoming thick with fur. Although his father smiled and said he was turning into a ‘real man’, Kelvin was self-conscious of the changes and tried to avoid showers after gym with his classmates. His arms and legs were equally hirsute and every afternoon he was sporting a 5 o’clock shadow. The second effect wasn’t as noticeable to others, but Kelvin was acutely aware of it. The extra testosterone and androgens flowing through his bloodstream had turned a normally horny teenager into a supreme horn dog. Kelvin spent much of his evenings online downloading and consuming porn. He found himself whacking off three, four sometimes five times a day to keep his urges in check. Kelvin also realized that while he initially had been downloading straight porn, he was now spending all of his time on gay porn sites. Kelvin had not given much thought to his sexuality, he had been too busy burying himself in school, especially after his mother died. Kelvin’s favorite videos were the ones where an older, furry, bearish guy got blown by a younger, but also furry otter or cub. He spent hours spilling load after load as he watched and dreamed of servicing an older, moaning, hot furry guy while gently rubbing the young guys head and murmuring out things like, “Yeah, work that dick. Show me that you want my load.” Kelvin always ended the movies after that scene because he knew that the next one would be the otter or cub getting fucked and while part of him found it exciting he just couldn’t see himself ever letting someone do that to him. Kelvin’s senior year started off unremarkably enough. By this time he had settled on going away for school, hopefully to Columbia where he’d have access to New York City and could leave small town Endicott behind. He could remake himself into whomever he wanted. No one would know him and it was a chance to start completely over if he wanted. Fall flew by and college application deadlines came and went. By the start of winter break, Kelvin was eager for the New Year and news about Columbia. He’d also told his father he was no longer interested in his regimen of enhancers but agreed to continue to hit the gym. And now, here he was, recently 18 and accepted to Columbia for the fall and the promise of a new life was just a few months away. His battle against the inevitable 5 o’clock shadow had led him to abandon all attempts at being cleaned shaven. Instead, he opted for leaving a day or two’s growth on his face – not quite a beard, but a short, neat patch of hair. Since his freshman year, Kevin had grown in height to about 5’10” and 195 pounds of muscle. His icy blue eyes stood out from his dirty blonde head of hair and the darker hair of his beard and body. The day after Kelvin had received his acceptance letter he was showering after gym class. He had waited until after his classmates had finished, as usual, since he was still conscientious of the differences between his and his classmates’ bodies. He was letting his mind wander about the freedoms he’d experience at Columbia, including maybe the chance to present himself on his knees to a hot older guy. His dick started to harden at the thought and Kelvin smiled. Suddenly, he heard a cough behind him and turned quickly – forgetting his half hardened dick was lifting into the air. “Hey, Kelvin!” It was Coach Foley, his gym teacher for the past two years. “I heard you got some good news the other day.” Kelvin gulped and felt the blood rush from his face. Coach Foley was about 35 years old and a former collegiate soccer player. He was perhaps a couple inches taller than Kelvin but not nearly as massive. Coach Foley had retained the upper body of his soccer player form but also had some of the softness that occurs as guys get older but still work out. His legs were solid unlike the softness of his upper body. Just looking at them, were convincing enough to believe that he was still actively running and kicking soccer balls daily. His gym shorts left little to the imagination, a good sized bulge forming in the front indicating either ample meat, potatoes or both. Coach’s hoodie was zipped up about 3/4 ‘s of the way and thick black hair pushed its way out all the way to just below his neck. His face sported a cheesy pornstache which looked oddly appropriate for him. Coach smiled as he noticed Kelvin assessing him. “Good,” he thought, “boy’s definitely showing some interest. I’m thinking this is going to go exactly as I planned.” Coach flexed his dick, tenting his shorts briefly, and watched Kelvin’s eyes get bigger while chuckling to himself. “I know things have been tough for you the last few years and just wanted to let you know how great it is that Columbia knows what a great catch you are.” “Uh, thanks, Coach Foley,” Kelvin stammered. Despite his embarrassment at getting caught staring, his dick refused to get the message to stand down. In fact, at the sight of coach’s dick suddenly tenting out his shorts, Kelvin felt his dick fill with even more blood and move from a downward position to nearly horizontal. Kelvin had always considered himself pretty normal in the cock department. Compared to the videos he watched Kelvin wasn’t exactly huge. Topping out at just shy of 8” long and about 6” thick he wasn’t nearly as big as the guys in the video. Coach Foley, appearing to ignore Kelvin’s obvious discomfort and pelvic reactions, continued on. “What classes do you have this afternoon? I’ve got the last two periods off for planning and would love for you to come by and we can celebrate your good news. And, of course, your recent birthday.” Coach smiled. Eighteen. The magic number. He’d been waiting all fall semester for the New Year and the opportunities it might bring. “Ummm, I’ve got AP physics and AP English, but my last two periods are study halls since I’m a year ahead in History and don’t have to take any more,” Kelvin responded. Coach nodded, but he had already known the answer. He had checked Kelvin’s schedule for the spring and had traded with another coach so that he’d have back-to-back periods that matched Kelvin’s schedule. “Good. Stop by my office on your way out and pick up your pass,” Coach said. “And oh, by the way, don’t worry, all young guys get boners whenever the wind blows the wrong way.” Laughing Coach Foley headed off into the locker room. Kelvin once again felt his face blanch and turned to make sure his now engorged cock was out of sight. Kelvin quickly washed off and headed to the locker room, making sure he got a dousing of cold water in a failed attempt to bring his dick to heel. Coach Foley watched Kelvin finish cleaning off. Coach’s dick popped up again tenting out his shorts as he watched Kelvin bend over to wash his legs. Coach couldn’t quite see it, but he could imagine Kelvin’s pink, virgin butt hole amid the furry crack just aching to be cracked opened. As Kelvin finished up Coach Foley headed back to his office. He quickly filled out Kelvin’s pass and handed it to him as he passed by. “Looking forward to helping you celebrate. See you in a couple hours.” Kelvin nodded, smiled and headed out of the locker room. As Kelvin walked away Coach smiled to himself. Looks as if he had timed things just about right. Stopping his meds right after the New Year, he figured his viral load had grown exponentially and was approaching maximum toxicity. Sure it was a risk, stopping his meds every year, but it was his duty to pass on his viral RNA to the next generation of worthy recipients. Unlike others he knew, Coach Foley was interested in quality and not quantity of conversions. Sure he could rough his boys up with a toothbrush or scratch their insides with lengthened nails to help the virus penetrate and take hold of their bodies. Coach thought of himself as a purist, he believed that those worthy of the virus would accept it and wouldn’t need the help of a toothbrush or nail. A worthy individual’s body would welcome the virus and let it in. The virus just needed the time to figure out if the host would be worthy. For the last 5 years, Coach Foley had watched and chosen a senior he thought was worthy of the honor of being infected. Infection meant never having to worry about raw sex, the way men should enjoy it. It meant a release to seek out other men’s DNA and to spread it far and wide. Out of the last five years, two of his choices had been worthy. His first and second choices had not taken. While they had been fun fucks, the virus had rejected him. His first success, David, had converted within a couple weeks of his first insemination. He was now a Junior at UCLA and had let Coach know that he was helping to spread Coach’s virus all over Southern California. Zack, his choice the year after David, had also been found worthy. Over his spring break, Zack had been sick and Coach smiled as he thought of fuck flu raging through him. Sure enough, he had converted and was now at school at Old Miss where he was spreading Coach’s viral genes to drunk and closeted born again Christians. Last year had been a disappointment. After two years of worthy conversions, Tyler, despite repeated inseminations, sometimes three or four times a day had failed the test. Tyler had been a true cum whore taking as much cum as Coach could find him. It just showed that even the perfect whore may not be found worthy. It would have been nice if Tyler had been worthy, as a natural slut Coach could have counted on him spreading his seed far and wide. Things happen for a reason, he sighed, and thought about Kelvin heading off to Columbia, with Coach’s DNA swimming in his bodily fluid and smiled. He noticed a small drop of pre-cum form on the head of his cock as it poked from beneath is gym shorts. A good sign that Kelvin might very well be worthy. As Kelvin wandered off to lunch after gym, he replayed what had just happened. Coach Foley had always been nice to Kelvin and, in fact, he had known his father. But something was odd about his interaction with Coach Foley. Had he just imagined seeing Coach’s dick jump inside his shorts as Kelvin’s cock grew and he had caught Kelvin staring? No, Kelvin must have been imagining things. After all those videos, he knew it was all just wishful thinking. Coach was just being nice and it was good knowing that someone recognized Kelvin’s achievement. Kelvin’s own dad had not managed to grunt out more than a perfunctory “congratulations” before disappearing into the cellar and back to his homebrew. Kelvin smiled, yes it was good that someone had noticed and it was someone one he respected like Coach Foley made it even better. And a quiet voice deep within his groin agreed that it was good that someone hot like Coach Foley had noticed. Lunch and afternoon classes seemed to crawl by. Kelvin found himself fingering the hall pass in his pockets as each period came to an end. By the time 8th period came around the hall pass had been worn thin. As he took his seat his hand once again went to the pass. Some doubts entered his mind. “Should I go?” he asked himself. “What if I get another boner? What would Coach think of that?” He fiddled a few more minutes with pass until finally picking himself up from his seat and heading toward the front. “Yes?” Miss Padakula asked. Kelvin fumbled with the pass and gave it to her. “Lucky you,” she said as she signed it and handed it back to Kelvin. “I’d give just about anything to get out of here myself.” Kelvin nodded a headed out to the gym. Kelvin didn’t know why, but his heart was racing and he kept having to remind himself to slow down. It wasn’t a race but somehow his body wasn’t aware of that fact. He moved through the corridors and soon found himself in front of the locker room. He hesitated for a moment but then screwed up his courage and walked in. Coach Foley’s office was the back, out of the way. It wasn’t the kind of place you’d just wander into without actively looking for it. As Kelvin approached the office he saw Coach seated at his desk with his back to the door. Coach’s office was a pretty good size. Having a winning football team had its advantages. His office was decent sized, housing a small desk and chair as well as couch along one wall. There was a single door, now wide open, with a thin slit of a window that was covered with paper like most of the teachers did to prevent people from staring in or students from looking out toward freedom. Coach Foley had his legs propped up on one side of the desk. His gym shorts slipping down just enough to leave his upper thighs visible and the narrow band of a jack strap along the edge. “Hey, Coach Foley. Made it,” Kelvin declared obviously. Coach turned around and smiled at Kelvin’s attempt at small talk. “So you did. Come on in and have a seat. Just grabbing a Coke here. Let me get you one and we’ll have a toast.” Coach Foley reached over to a small fridge and pulled out two Cokes. He handed one to Kelvin as Kelvin made his way to the couch. Kelvin accepted the open bottle and sat on the couch. Holding the Coke in his lap and leaning slightly forward. Coach began, “So, let’s have a toast to Kelvin for his early acceptance to Columbia! I also heard you might be getting a scholarship?” “Yeah,” said Kelvin, “I actually have a full ride.” Kelvin smiled. He hadn’t said that aloud to anyone and realized how proud that made him feel. Coach could see the satisfaction on Kelvin’s face and continued. “Okay, so that deserves a double celebration! So, a double celebration means we chug our first ones and grab another. You ready?” asked Coach Foley a glint in his eye. “Okay, if those are the rules,” Kelvin smiled back. Coach raised his bottle and tapped the top of Kelvin’s bottle then brought it to his lips and began to chug. Kelvin raced to keep up and began downing his Coke. The soda had a bit of an odd taste which Kelvin noticed but rapidly was lost in the effort to get it all down in one gulp. Coach Foley finished first and Kelvin saw Coach watching intently as Kelvin finished. A crooked smile crossed Coach Foley’s face. “Good job! Let’s crack open another one. Sorry it’s not beer, but I don’t really want to get busted for getting an 18-year-old drunk,” Coach Foley explained. Get him drunk? No. Have him spun out on G? Hell, yeah. Coach Foley started chatting with Kelvin making small talk, asking about his plans, his classes, and his work-outs. As they talked over the next 15 minutes Kelvin was thinking how easy it was to talk with Coach Foley. Where he was nervous before he felt himself relaxing and settling into the conversation. As Coach Foley talked, Kelvin’s attention began to wander. He kept finding his eyes wandering to either Coach Foley’s half-zipped hoodie and the hairy chest beneath or slipping down to Coach’s shorts and the bulge there. Every so often Kelvin would catch himself staring and raise his eyes to meet Coach’s eyes. Each time he thought he caught the glimpse of another smile. He was also sure that each time his eyes wander to Coach Foley’s groin the bulge there grew in size. Finally, after several minutes, he was sure he could make out the outline of a thick shaft lengthening along Coach’s thigh. Kelvin answered all of Coach Foley’s questions and, in between, took gulps from his second Coke. As he finished his second Coke, Kelvin slid back into the couch and closed his eyes for a minute. Opening them, he saw Coach Foley adjusting himself and staring down at Kelvin. “So, Kelvin. Haven’t heard about you dating anyone. Got your eye on anyone?” Kelvin felt a big lump form in his throat and gulped it down. “I, uh, have been pretty busy with school so I don’t really have time for other things,” as he let his thought trail off. “Funny,” started Coach Foley, “I’ve noticed you checking me out. You like what you see?” Coach watched Kelvin’s face and the struggle that appeared to be going on. “It’s OK, man,” Coach continued “Some guys like guys and some like girls and some like both. I’m actually pretty flattered that a guy as hot as you would even look at a guy like me.” Kelvin’s heart raced and his stomach clenched. Coach appeared to notice his loss for words but continued, “Haven’t told anyone you’re gay yet, huh? Probably not even yourself.” Coach laughed lightly, “In fact, would it help for you to know that I’m also gay? And not only am I flattered you think I’m worth staring at, but I’ve been checking you out since you started in my class junior year.” Kelvin was torn. A voice inside him screamed for him to get up and walk out, that this was wrong and shouldn’t be happening. Another voice though smoothed over the warning and urged Kelvin to tell Coach what he was feeling, to jump on board and let Coach know the secret that he had been hiding from everyone, including himself. “Coach,” he started, “you’re right. I’m gay.” With those words a heavy weight seemed to lift from Kelvin and something inside him broke open. “God, I’ve been staring at you thinking how hot you are and how much I want to touch you and press up against your naked furry body.” Kelvin suddenly shut up realizing he may have gone too far. Coach got up and walked over to the couch, bending over to pull Kelvin to standing only inches from his own body. “Kelvin, tell me what you want. I know you’ve been waiting, I’ve seen it in your eyes.” As he said this his hand slipped to Kelvin’s jeans and the growing bulge that was there. Squeezing Kelvin’s growing cock tightly, he leaned in and whispered in Kelvin’s ear, “I know you want to feel my cock. Go ahead and grab it. You’ve never held another man’s cock have you?” Kelvin shook his head, still unable to speak. Kelvin’s hands went to Coach Foley’s waist and down into his gym shorts. He could feel Coach’s jock and the solid shaft within it that he had noticed earlier. “Let me get these off. I’m pretty sure they are only going to get in the way,” Coach said as he took a step back. He pulled down his zipper on the hoodie, removed and tossed it onto his chair. Next, he released his gym shorts which dropped to the floor leaving him naked except for the black jock strap that cradled his balls and restrained his thick burgeoning boner. He slid back up to Kelvin and grabbed both sides of his face lifting Kelvin’s eyes into his own. “Close your eyes and reach down for my cock,” Coach Foley murmured just inches from Kelvin’s face. As Kelvin shut his eyes and lowered his hand to Coach Foley’s groin he felt Coach’s hot breath on his face and felt Coach’s lips press against Kelvin’s as Kelvin’s hand slid down to wrap around Coach’s hard and thickened dick. Kelvin gasped slightly as Coach’s tongue probed against his lips and pressed past into his mouth. Coach’s pornstache was soft compared to Kelvin’s scruff. He could feel it brushing against him as Coach’s tongue explored every inch of Kelvin’s mouth. Kelvin let out a second gasp as he tried to wrap his hand around Coach’s cock. It was so thick his hand could barely get around it. Kelvin’s own dick jumped in anticipation and strained against his underwear and jeans. He could feel his balls ache as if his semen was boiling in his balls seeking desperate release. His shaft was growing rapidly, becoming engorged with blood. He fumbled as he worked Coach’s shaft feeling the thick mushroom head and the large piss slit which was oozing sticky pre-cum. With each exploration of Kelvin’s hands Coach pressed deeper into Kelvin’s hungry mouth wrestling his tongue into submission. As suddenly as it began, Coach pulled his face away from Kelvin still holding the sides of his face. “Good boy,” encouraged Coach Foley, “How did that feel?” Kelvin could only moan as his hands continued to explore every vein of Coach’s shaft and weighed his cum-laden balls in the cup of his hand. Coach took a step back and Kelvin’s hand fell in front of him. Coach Foley took in Kelvin from head to crotch and smiled. “Two things will make this better. First, you have too many clothes on. So lose ‘em. All of them. I want you naked in front of me. NOW.” The last word came out strong and as a command. Kelvin was overwhelmed. Every fiber of his body needed this and needed to do what Coach asked, no what Coach ordered him to do. He quickly lost his shirt and pants, only hesitating as he reached for his underwear. Coach Foley’s eyes, however, bored into his own and the command repeated in Kelvin’s head. NOW! Kelvin was now naked in front of Coach looking into Coach’s eyes which locked onto Kelvin’s. “Good. You can follow directions,” Coach stated matter-of-factly as he stepped forward. “Just listen and do what I say, Kelvin. I know how to make you feel good, feel needed. Right now I want you to bend down and take my nipple in your mouth.” Kelvin dutifully lowered his head finding the nipple with his lips. “Now, start sucking. Keep it up until I say otherwise. I want you nursing on Coach’s teat because that makes Coach rock hard.” Kelvin concentrated on Coach’s nipple, at first tonguing it gently. As he worked the nipple Coach pressed Kelvin’s head from behind forcing him to work the nipple deeper and harder. Kelvin felt Coach’s cock pulsing against his thigh with each suckling. “See, how Coach likes that?” he heard Coach ask. Kelvin could only slightly nod his head in response. After a few minutes Coach switched Kelvin to his other nipple to be serviced. Coach moaned as Kelvin worked the nipples. Coach’s dick seemed impossibly hard and large against Kevin’s thigh. Coach slowly pulled Kelvin from his nipple and stared into Kelvin who’s eye were glassy, a sign that his G-infused blood was in total control. Coach smiled and as Kelvin looked into his face he spat into Kelvin’s open mouth catching Kelvin by surprise. “Bitch, you’re mine,” he growled. “You’re my fucking cum dump from now on. Whether it’s spit or cum,” or other fluids in the future Coach thought wickedly, “you’ll swallow them and thank Coach for choosing you.” Kelvin nodded and licked his lips swallowing the last of Coach’s spit. “Good. Now that we have that understanding,” Coach began, “it’s time to start feeding you coach’s gift of cum. His DNA. The more cum Coach loads into you the more likely you are to continue to grow into a fucking man.” At that Coach grabbed both of Kelvin’s nipples and squeezed tightly. A shock of electricity shot through his nipples and down to his dick which had continued to throb and demand release causing it to press firmly against his belly. Coach pulled down on Kelvin’s nipples and Kelvin’s knees buckled. “Good boy. Down on your knees. Time to worship Coach’s meat with that cock sucking hole of yours. Once you get Coach all the way down that pretty little virgin throat of yours, he’s gonna dump a load of his DNA down your gullet.” Kelvin went to his knees and as he did Coach’s hands when to Kevin’s shoulders and guided him to the floor. Coach’s jock was inches from Kelvin’s face and he could smell the sweat from Coach’s balls. It made him a bit dizzy but he managed to focus on the bulging pouch in front of him. Coach’s hands went to his sides and lowered his jock freeing his thick cock and balls. Kelvin sat mesmerized. Coach’s dick was shorter than Kelvin’s probably just shy of 7” but it was thicker than he imagined. Coach’s shaft was at least 8” around and looked more like a Red Bull can than a dick. A large drop of pre-cum glistened at Coach’s piss slit. He could see shining residue coating the front of Coach’s jock, evidence of massive amounts of jizz that Coach had been leaking. Coach Foley’s balls hung low and were easily a double handful. With their size they promised a large load of cum when finally released and Kelvin, unconsciously, licked his lips with that final thought. “Start with the head, Kelvin. Open your jaw wide and take the head in. See how it tastes. You’ll need to try and relax, because once we get started, we won’t be stopping until my balls are against you chin and my head is swollen in your throat and ready to feed you your first load of Coach’s cum.” Kelvin’s eyes stayed glued to the monster dick in front of him. It seemed impossible that he would be able to swallow it. He leaned forward while Coach pushed his hips toward Kelvin and the head popped into Kelvin’s mouth. Kelvin could taste the salt and sweat of Coach’s head and it made his head swim. Once inside he could taste the pre-cum which had been coating Coach’s jock. Salty and slippery his tongue slid around the tip and spread the pre-cum through his mouth. He had always thought of cum as sticky but when mixed with the spit in his mouth it became slick and he could feel Coach’s head slide more easily within his jaw. Coach smiled. He could feel Kelvin’s tongue on his cock head and knew that he was exploring the benefits of pre-cum. As Kelvin seemed to adjust to Coach’s girth, Coach shifted his hips sliding his dick down another inch or so. Kelvin’s expression became slightly panicked but Coach placed his hand on the back of Kelvin's head and rubbed it slowly. “Remember,” said Coach, “relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. You’ve got a lot more to go and you need to make it easy on yourself.” He could feel Kelvin relax as he stroked his head and told him how good he was doing. Kelvin had unconsciously started sucking on Coach’s cock. Coach always had his boys start with the nipples and this was why. After working Coach’s nipples sucking on a cock was a natural progression. It also primed his boys for the signals that he would use for Kelvin to suck harder and deeper like he had with the nipples. Kelvin had the first couple inches in now, but the remaining 4” would be the real test. Bending over slightly and holding Kelvin’s head in place he reached for a small brown vial he had made sure was placed within reach. “Ok, Kelvin. So far you’re a prime dick sucker but in order to get Coach’s load we need to get the rest of this dick down your throat. When I put this vial under your nostril I want you to breathe in deeply. It may burn slightly, but keep it up for as long as you can.” Kelvin nodded as best he could with his mouth wrapped around Coach’s dick. Coach lowered the bottle with one hand and pressed his other hand’s finger against Kelvin’s other nostril. “Inhale now, deep as you can,” Coach ordered. Kelvin breathed in deep and the smell slammed into him like a freight train. He rode it out and continued to inhale as Coach had instructed. His head began to swim and he felt Coach switch the bottle to his other hand and plug his other nostril. Without a word, Kelvin again inhaled deeply for as long as he could. The rush was less intense now that he had felt it once but his head continued to swim. Coach repeated it once more in each nostril before setting the bottle down and placing his hands on the back of Kelvin’s head. Kelvin’s head was swimming and he felt as if he might black out. “Now we’ll see how much you want Coach’s load.” Coach gently and steadily pushed his hips forward and applied pressure to the back of Kelvin’s head forcing him further down the shaft. Coach knew that they were getting to the critical point when he felt the edges of Kelvin’s throat on his dick’s head. Gently he rubbed Kelvin’s head and whispered, “Take a deep breath and relax.” Kelvin took a deep breath and again his head swam. Coach pushed his hips toward Kelvin while also using his hands massaging the joint of his jaw on both sides. Steadily as his hips advanced, Coach also pushed Kelvin's head further down the monstrous shaft. At first, Coach could feel resistance as his cockhead pushed against the narrowed opening of Kelvin's throat. Coach Foley continued to thrust forward and work Kelvin’s jaw at its hinge with his fingers. Coach could see a small tear form in the corner of Kelvin’s eye and Coach knew Kelvin was doing his best. The sight of Kelvin straining to get Coach's mushroom head past the start of his throat, caused Coach’s dick to stiffen in anticipation. As it did, Coach felt the familiar ‘pop’ as his head slid out of Kelvin’s mouth and into his throat. The last two inches of Coach’s shaft slid easily into Kelvin’s maw once Coach’s cockhead was nestled in his throat. Coach smiled. Not even a single gag, Kelvin was good, maybe good enough to be worthy, but they had time for that and Kelvin still needed to finish this lesson. Kelvin had been straining to admit Coach’s head into his throat and after last the deep breath, there was a silent but noticeable pop, as his throat relaxed and Coach’s masive head slid smoothly into Kelvin's throat. As Coach Foley’s hips moved forward the head slipped further down his throat, and before he realized it, Coach’s balls were resting against his chin. Kelvin sighed and relaxed further as his throat snuggly embraced Coach’s mushroom head and the final couple of inches of the shaft. Coach stayed still allowing Kelvin to get used to the monstrous cock lodged in his throat. Again Coach reached for the brown vial and again Kelvin dutifully inhaled as if moved from one nostril to the other. The now familiar rush rolled over him. He felt completely relaxed and felt as if he could feel every vein of the shaft buried deep in him. Coach was smiling. Now came the fun part. Coach began rocking his hips back and forth while keeping a hold on Kelvin’s head. He felt his cockhead slide smoothly in Kelvin’s throat, enveloping him and smoothly sliding along Kelvin’s throat. As he became certain Kelvin was tolerating his small thrusts he made his thrusts longer and deeper. Kelvin came close to gagging a time or two but Coach’s hands rubbed at the joint in Kelvin’s jaw and the gagging stop as Kelvin relaxed. Kelvin’s throat was smooth and Coach knew that it wouldn’t be long until his first load was deep inside Kelvin but he wasn’t in a rush either, enjoying the steady tempo and building need to blow. Kelvin was completely lost in the flood of sensations. He could feel his throat as it massaged Coach’s head with each pelvic thrust and could feel his own dick stiffen. He moved his hand to grab his dick and began stroking himself, slowly at first but then becoming more frenetic as his balls ached to spew their load. Suddenly Coach’s hips stopped and Kelvin felt Coach smack the side of his head hard enough to get Kelvin’s attention. Kelvin immediately dropped his hands from his dick and sat motionless with Coach’s cock deep in his throat. “Focus on ME, Kelvin,” coached growled. “You’re my fuck toy and you need to show me you’re willing to work to get Coach’s cum. You’ll get your chance after I finish and only then. If you EVER cum before me, you’ll be out on your ass and will never get another drop of Coach’s cum. You understand?” A passing moment of fear raced through Kelvin’s mind at the thought of never feeling Coach inside him again. He nodded as best he could and folded his arms behind his back to help remove all temptation to grab his own dick. “Good,” growled Coach. “I’m glad we understand each other.” Once Kelvin’s hands were away Coach returned to thrusting his hips, increasing his tempo even more. Now without the distraction of his own dick, Kelvin’s attention focused in on the shaft penetrating his throat. The rest of him faded away and all he could feel was his throat and all he wanted was to show Coach how much he deserved that load of cum. As he focused in he realized that by flexing his throat he could tighten on the downstroke and release on the upstroke. As he experimented with this new found ability he heard Coach moan loudly. “Shit, Kelvin,” coached breathed heavily, “You’re a quick learner.” Kelvin felt Coach’s tempo increase and he worked his muscles to keep up. Coach’s breaths were short and rapid. “Fuck Kelvin, I’m about to shoot. You better make sure that every single drop goes down. Coach doesn’t want a single drop spilled.” Kelvin tried his best to make a noise indicating he understood. “Here it comes, bitch!” and Coach Foley roared out as his dick began to convulse. Kelvin could feel every wave as Coach’s cum flooded down the thick shaft and deep into Kelvin’s throat. At first, Kelvin thought he might choke but he pulled Coach’s head as far down into his throat as he could. Kelvin lost count after five spurts of cum slid down his throat. He felt almost like he was drowning. Coach’s cum was viscous and he could feel it sliding deep down inside him. Eventually, Coach’s thrust became less frenzied and Kelvin could feel the massive cock deflate slightly but still it filled his now cum lubricated throat. “Now that was a fucking blow job!” Coach exclaimed. “Hope that was a good load. It was at least 4 days’ worth.” Coach relaxed but left the head of his dick resting in Kelvin’s throat. “Now it’s your turn Kelvin. Show me exactly how much you enjoyed swallowing Coach’s load.” Kelvin hesitated at first remembering Coach’s previous warning but the aching of his dick and the tightness in his balls won out. Kelvin barely managed three strokes before he felt his balls lurch upward and felt spurt after spurt of cum land on the floor behind Coach Foley. “Yeah, we’ve got a shooter here,” Coach applauded. As his orgasm died down he looked at the wads of cum which covered the floor. Kelvin had never cum like that before nor had he ever spewed that much cum. Coach patted Kelvin’s head and slowly tilted his hips back allowing his cockhead to once again ‘pop’ past the narrow entry of Kelvin’s throat and slip out of his mouth leaving a trail of spent cum as it slid out. Coach grabbed Kelvin by the nipples, squeezing them tightly while pulling him up from his knees. Kelvin found himself face to face with Coach Foley who was grinning widely, obviously happy. Coach bent over and once again pressed his lips firmly against Kelvin’s and invading Kelvin’s mouth once again with his thick and powerful tongue. As they locked for several minutes he felt Coach’s hands reach behind him and squeeze Kelvin’s ass. Kelvin shivered slightly and Coach backed his tongue and lips away. “Nothing better than tasting my cum in your mouth, Kelvin. You managed to swallow that huge load and I’m pretty impressed.” Kelvin smiled at the compliment. As each of them fished for their clothes Coach said, “Now we need to discuss a few things. First, as we discussed, you’re now my fuck toy to use as I want, whenever I want. In return, you’ll get a regular diet of my cum to grow strong on.” Kelvin nodded. He couldn’t imagine ever not wanting to take another of Coach’s load. “Second,” continued Coach, your ass will be down here every 8th and 9th period from now until the end of the school year. I’ve written a note to your counselor stating that you’ll be taking weight training as an independent study course. That will ensure we have plenty of opportunities for you to get fed regularly.” Coach smiled. “And of course, once we’re both comfortable and need a little variety maybe we’ll work on busting that other cherry of yours.” A worried look passed over Kelvin’s face and he spoke softly, “Uh, I don’t want to piss you off Coach but I don’t think I’m much interested in getting fucked.” Kelvin dropped his eyes knowing that Coach could very well tell Kelvin to get his ass out. “Kelvin,” Coach sighed, “Let’s make a deal. We don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with and will stick with what we both enjoy. If there comes a time, though, that you change your mind, I’m going to make you ask for it. Maybe even beg for it. And like our previous deal, once you agree, your ass will literally be mine to use. Deal?” Coach Foley saw a look of relief pass over Kelvin’s face. “Sure Coach,” said Kelvin, “That’s a deal I can live up to.” Coach smiled as Kelvin picked up his clothes and headed out into the locker room for a quick shower and to get dressed. It was a deal Coach could live with too. Kelvin was going to make this a challenge and Coach loved a challenge. Even with a high viral load, Coach wasn’t likely to get enough cum deep enough into Kelvin during just oral sex to see if he was worthy of Coach’s virus. He’d have to make sure that by June he had enough cum swimming inside Kelvin’s guts to determine if he was worthy. Already this looked like this could be a challenge. But Coach always liked challenges and he always played to win.

My load soaked my fuzzy chest, firm pecs, all the way up to my well trimmed beard. I was surprised at the amount since this was my third load of the day, all produced while watching a video of the ripped 19 year old stud who was renting one of the smaller apartments in my building. On my computer screen, the webcam recording showed him going from fully clothed, to naked and hard, to shooting his hot teen spunk onto a pair of black lace panties(left on his bedroom floor by one of the sorority sisters who shared the 3 bedroom apartment above his). Every time I watched it, I always ended up cumming when he reclined on his bed and described fucking her in the stairwell only 5 yards from his landlord's (aka my) door. As the vid rolled on to his massive explosion, I began to get hard again but had to put it away before I rubbed myself raw. How did I find myself stroking to my hot, young buck-of-a-tenant? With a little luck, some careful planning and a bold goal. This was only stage one of my plan to transform Derek from a normal, innocent young ladies man into my personal plaything. It all began when he walked into my rental office and asked if I'd had a chance to look at his application for the smallest unit, hidden near the back of the building in the basement. Normally I do not rent to college guys, due in part to their irresponsible tendencies, and in part to my perpetual hardon whenever I am near one. Derek could see my reluctance before I spoke, and cut me off with a well thought out list of reasons why I'd be lucky to have him living there. After the usuals, like tidy habits, quiet hobbies, etc., he added that he was working two jobs to pay for school since losing his athletic scholarship due to a blown out knee. His warm smile, round cheeks, deep blue eyes and dusty blond hair made me want to say yes, but his tight tee shirt and shorts led me to say no. Still he persisted, practically begging, since his dorm was too loud to study and all the other apartments within walking distance of his jobs and the school were either too expensive or taken. I apologized and waved for him to leave, knocking down a stack of flyers accidentally. He bent to help me recover them, causing his sagging briefs to reveal his firm bvd covered buns. When he stood up, his shirt rode up, giving me a tantalizing view of the most chiseled abs I'd ever seen in real life. He moved in two days later, and soon his fan club included all of the ladies in the building as well. After he was let go from one of his jobs, I decided to take advantage of the situation, hiring him on as afternoon help in the office. Now that we were spending a few hours a day together, I discovered just how naïve Derek truly was. Everyday some girl would find an excuse to come interrupt us in order to check out Derek, but he would just blush and get shy. One of the smutty sorority girls from the third floor even came by in her bikini (on her way to the pool lol) and the only thing that proved he was alive was the obvious outline of hard teen meat in his pants. "damn those are nice tits." I said once she left. Derek was caught off guard but agreed whole-heartedly. "fuck yeah man, and what a sweet ass." he added while trying to discreetly readjust his hefty hard on. "wish she'd invite me out for a swim." "if you asked," I laughed at his innocence. "She'd let you tittyfuck her in the middle of times square." This began our free discussion of sex, which proved, as I thought, that Derek's experience was limited to some sloppy head from drunk party girls, and 4 sessions of missionary with a girl from his high school. Since he was too shy to approach girls outright, I suggested he try meeting them online. At first he seemed hesitant, until I told him about sites where girls with webcams would strip and masturbate if he found the right one. The next day was spent with him regaling me with tales of smutty bimbos creaming on cam, and his desperation upon discovering they'd do more if he had a cam too. Begin phase one: I offered to let him use the office computer after closing time as long as he was careful not to be seen. Meanwhile I downloaded security software so each of his sessions was saved for my pleasure. After a few weeks of scenes where he'd only whip it out at the end and usually cum off camera, I became proactive. The thing I should have mentioned before is my real profession: drugs. I make a tidy living selling to the local campus and surrounding area, with a select few of my employees living in the apartments, right next door to unsuspecting students and model citizens. One such employee was the same girl that gave Derek a fashion show in her string bikini, and she owed me big. A few months earlier she'd given in to temptation and spent 3 days with her ass in the air at a local frat house, getting gang banged and smoking almost 300 dollars in Tina, which she still owed me. She had no problem with my plan to work it off by seducing Derek and convincing him to perform a stroke show for her while she was "out of town." All it took was getting her to catch him at the computer one night and she had him. Friday night I could hear them fucking on every surface of his apartment, and from the sounds of it, he was talented. The following morning he was at my door by 7, recounting every glorious moment. "I could pound her cunt forever Mr. E," he praised. "it sucks that she is going to visit her family this weekend, but she wants to video chat tomorrow night. I want to make her squirt on the keyboard." "Then you better get some moves Derek," I said, leading him onto phase two. "Why don't you watch some dudes who jack off on cam for money, see what they do that works best, then copy it for her?" The result of his research was the video I can't stop watching, with another session the next morning. As expected, Derek became obsessed with getting her on his cock, which was difficult to fit in with his classes, afternoons in my office, evenings bussing tables at the old Chicago's, and the 90 minutes a day in the gym. He skipped a couple work outs to hook up with her, before I told her to only be free during his bussing shifts instead. this leads us to Phase three: deciding between paychecks and pussy. "so what should I do, sir?" he always called me by my last name or sir, which had me hard in no time. "Do I keep giving up shifts for the fuck of a lifetime, or do I tell her I can't do it then?" "first of all, she is just a piece of ass Derek," I educated him in the secret to women. "She seems magical now, but I bet I can find you another slit who is even hotter if she can't be bothered. Second, didn't you say you'd been doing those cam shows every weekend with her? Why not do a live show for a paying audience? Chances are you'd make enough in one night to equal a month at that shitty restaurant." He declined, but left with a look on his face that told me he wasn't as sure about it as he let on. When he went to his 'girlfriend' that evening and told her he needed to work, she informed him that he could either do her when she was free or she would find a new stud. Stunned and a little heartbroken, he went to work, but texted me when he was on his way home that night: Taking u up on offer 2 find new girl, and decided to do the pay show. C u tomorrow. Saturday night he did his first show and made enough that he quit his busboy gig before the clock hit midnight. A week later, he'd done three shows and had enough to splurge on some beer and brats, which I shared in. He'd never had any beer before, except a sip here and there to seem cool at parties, but my influence was having its desired effect, so he'd finished his third when my 'surprise guests' arrived at my door. Lana and Lois were two of my regular clients, buying enough each week to provide their clients with enough crystal for any and all dates they scheduled. As pros go, these two were the least skanky, but they still had the hints of 'will fuck for cash' in their clothes, make-up and long hair. Lana was some sort of Asian/Hispanic mix, with dark red loose curls, and per my instructions, she was wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a tight tank top. Lois was creamy white with black straight lochs, and her huge breasts were barely covered by her tight, see through dress. Derek sat in silence while I lead them inside and asked them to join us while I got them their goodies. Phase 4: introduce Derek to drugs as a side dish to hot pussy. As expected, his jaw dropped when I admitted to selling drugs to these "sweet grad students." if Lois hadn't sat in his lap when I brought it all out to measure it, he probably would have run for it, but after some drinks, he was all too eager to let her grind into his lap. Accepting a couple beers, they playfully flirted with us both, suggesting all the wicked things they could imagine happening if they got high with us. By the time I brought out a pipe and asked Derek if he minded if we smoked it, Lois had taken his hand and slid it between her thighs, riding his fingers and whispering how horny Tina made her. "Tina? Who are you talking about?" Derek asked, his eyes drifting to where Lana had joined me on the couch, her hand in my fly getting me hard. "this," she said, loading some crystals into a pipe, lighting it, and exhaling a giant cloud. "is Tina. Wanna try some? It make Dicks throb, pussies drip, and orgasms like you won't believe." "I don't do drugs," Derek said, regurgitating the line he'd been hearing since he could crawl. "isn't it bad for you?" "Yeah, but so am I," Lois moaned as she slid off his fingers and walked over to hand me the pipe. I took a huge hit and shotgunned it back to her before reaching out and tugging on her dress so her tits popped out of it. I leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth while Lana and Lois hit the pipe, shotgunning back and forth. Derek stood up and walked over to our miniature orgy, pressing his huge bulge against Lois' bubble butt, but still declining the pipe. "Don't pressure him if he doesn't want to, he's just a kid Lois." I said dismissively, taking a huge hit while Lana fished out my hard 8 inch Dick and swallowed it whole. Really, I was fed up with his prudishness, and I winked at Lois who turned around and backed Derek into his seat. "That's okay," Lois said, stripping out of her dress entirely. "Lana and I will just fuck around with your boss. Maybe you can join us next time, but I guess it's just us grown ups tonight baby boy. Lock the door on your way out." Derek sat speechless while the three of us continued getting naked and grabbed the pipe to head for the bedroom. "How... How do I smoke it?" Derek's soft voice stopped us as we were almost out of sight. I smiled before turning back around a walking over to show him in nothing except my dogtags and socks. "go ahead and get him started while Lana and I get ready for you two." Lois said before pulling Lana into the bedroom and shutting the door. They knew I wanted to be alone with Derek when I got him addicted to meth, so I'd always be the first thing on his mind when he smoked it. "Hold this but don't inhale until I tell you," my hard dripping meat pulsed while I lit the torch and cooked the crystals, until a thick white cloud swirled out of the round bowl. "Ok, now suck as hard as you can boy." Derek did as he was told, inhaling until he couldn't anymore, then coughing hard for a minute while I took my turn. We did that back and forth, and in only a minute or two, Derek's whole body came alive and started humming for sex. "Get undressed for those hot bitches. We're wasting the smoke boy," I said, watching Derek peel off his tight tee shirts and slide off his basketball shorts, leaving him in tennis shoes and a pair of white briefs that barely contained his massive rod. "this time, exhale your smoke into my mouth and I'll do it for you too." When he leaned in to shotgun, his briefs grazed my thigh, causing us both to drip precum. When I returned the favor, I got closer so our lips were almost touching, bring our hard cocks together, separated by the thinnest of cottons. His next exhale, I leaned in and our lips rested against the other's, as I felt the pulse of his racing heart pumping through his shaft and head. The last hit before we went in the bedroom, I put my arm around his shoulders, and peeled away his briefs with my free hand, kissing him hard and gripping his penis for a long moment before striding away. When he recovered from shock, he ran after me, and we spent the next six hours trading off using the girls' in every combination imaginable. By the time we shot our loads, Lana was practically blacked out on the floor and Lois was hanging from my neck, sandwiched between us while we double fucked her pussy. I locked eyes with Derek as I covered his Dick in my semen, which freaked him out enough to make him pull out and spray his load on her ass. While Lois and I went to shower, Derek grabbed his clothes and ran off into the night... End of part one. Still to CUM: Derek craves more Tina, needs cash and agrees to fuck a girl on camera in exchange. Instead Derek discovers the last Phase in Mr. E's plan: taking Derek's cherry.

Does it make you mad when you see a piss video or piss action in real life and the guy lets the piss run out of his mouth? I think a good piss bottom should drink it all and not spill a drop. I am mostly a top but when I drink from the tap I do not spill one measly drop. Don't get me wrong. I like to be pissed on too....but when I drink I actually drink.

I spent the better part of a week's vacation at one of those clothing optional resorts with a few of my buddies. We all have three things in common: one, we fall into the "daddy" type; I'm a fifty-something white guy with big arms and shoulders and a thick eight inch dick that has gotten me a lot of ass over the years. Two: we're all ardent barebackers, and most of us (including me) are poz. Three: we're all pretty evil bastards who get off on corrupting young adult gay men so. I don't know why that's our fetish, but there's something about breaking down a guy into accepting an identity as a whore and a cumslut that makes our dicks drool. So from the moment we got there, we were basically looking for marks. That's why we hit paydirt when I discovered Ethan, Rick and Sam. All three were gorgeous in that young twinky way. Ethan and Rick were 22 y.o. monogamous boyfriends who, as I learned over drinks at the lounge, only ever used condoms even with each other. Sam was their friend, who had his own adjoining room. Why would "monogamous" boyfriends spend their vacation at a clothing optional sex-friendly resort? "For the adventure," they said. Immediately I started thinking someone in this relationship wasn't as innocent as they claimed. Sam seemed like a bit of a third wheel; I got the sense that they brought him along out of pity. The kid definitely didn't seem to have much self-esteem, which worked just fine for what I had planned for him. The other two were more of a challenge in terms of what it would take to break them down into becoming. The first clue was Ethan, the bottom in the relationship, who couldn't keep his eyes off my friend Jorge in the pool. Jorge is 48 and poz, with a small 5'9 frame but a fucking enormous 9" dick which was on full display as he lounged in and around the pool. He noticed Ethan's staring and winked at him once or twice. The second clue was that Rick and Sam were going out to a party that night, while Ethan was staying in and relaxing by the pool. It was all the opportunity I needed. I called one of my friends and explained the situation to him. He agreed to make arrangements to be at the party Rick and Sam were going to. Then I pulled Jorge aside and explained our plans. Jorge has a particular finesse for bringing out the slut in young gay men, so I knew he'd be perfect for the job. That night Jorge and I found Ethan by the pool in a t-shirt and underwear, looking sexy as hell. Jorge did most of the talking, using his thousand-watt smile to win the kid over as a "friend." It didn't hurt that for most of the conversation he was idly fondling his own dick under the table, but hey, chalk that up to cultural difference. After an hour or so Jorge bought him a drink, which he spiked with a very modest amount of Ecstasy. The goal as he explained it to me was to loosen the kid's inhibitions just enough that he thought he was doing it all on his own, at least at first. After about half an hour or so, the kid's eyes got just the slightest bit glassy and his friendliness took a decided flirtatious turn. That's when I suggested that maybe we should go back to the kid's room where we could talk a little more privately. Ethan protested, saying that he was committed to his boyfriend and didn't want to give the wrong impression. "No wrong impression at all," I replied. "We respect the boundaries you have with your boyfriend. We are just enjoying the conversation." That made sense to him in his altered state, and we went back to his room. Immediately Jorge threw himself on the bed, his half-erection lolling to one side while I got busy mixing a new round of drinks with a special "booster" shot of ecstasy for Ethan. At first he sat on the edge of the bed while he drank it, clearly very turned on but also uncomfortable. Jorge flirted the hell out of him, complimenting him on his body and his hair and anything else he could think of. Finally Ethan's inhibitions broke down almost completely and he asked Jorge if they could cuddle together. Non-sexually, of course. "Of course we can!" Jorge responded while pulling the boy into a spooning position with his dick pressed against the kid's backside. "You don't think this is going too far, do you?" Ethan asked, still concerned about the boyfriend. "Not at all. Isn't it nice that we can do things like cuddle with each other without it having to mean anything?" Ethan smiled at that answer and pushed his ass out so that it rested even more firmly against Jorge's erection. Jorge began running his hands all over Ethan's body, stroking his face, messaging his nipples. Ethan moaned slightly under the attention. Finally, Jorge's hands wandered down to the tent being pitched in Ethan's boxers. Ethan's eyes flew wide, but Jorge told him to relax, they were just cuddling. Slowly, his hands reached underneath the material of the boxers, stroking Ethan's cock in extreme slow motion while Ethan made incomprehensible moans of pleasure. Jorge began to nibble at Ethan's ear, followed by telling him how sexy and special he was. The boy turned his head and his lips met Jorge's for a long and tender kiss. Jorge moved on top of him and started to pull off his underwear before Ethan protested again. Jorge told him that it was okay, we wouldn't go any farther with him than he was comfortable with. This is why Jorge is the master of this game. I don't have the patience for this kind of back and forth, and the kid's whining was starting to put a damper on an otherwise throbbing erection I was getting horny as hell watching Jorge do his thing, but for the moment I was just enjoying the show. I knew that if I got involved directly this soon it would just throw off Jorge's game. Jorge took Ethan's dick in his mouth and brought the kid right to the edge, tweaking his nipple, deep throating him, playing with his balls; basically pulling out all the stops. When Ethan was right at the edge he reached for his dick, but Jorge held his hands down and moved up so that his knees were pinning down Ethan's arms and his cock was dangling over Ethan's mouth. When he hesitated, Jorge said, "Come on, baby. I just want to make you feel good. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? You're just so damn sexy. Let me make you feel good." After about five seconds of further resistance, Ethan starting slurping on Jorge's cock with abandon. It was kind of cute to see how obviously bad he felt about doing it, even whie he was enjoying the hell out of it. Jorge continued to whisper sweet nothings of encouragement. Finally, Jorge pulled Ethan up and bent him over on the bed, eating him out while Ethan just about lost his mind from how good it felt. Jorge gave me a quick "thumbs up;" this ass was clean. Straightening up, Jorge slapped his dick against Ethan's ass and brushed it against his hole. Ethan stiffened up. "We should definitely not be doing this, man." Jorge held the tip of his cock against Ethan's hole and asked him, "have you ever had a dick like mine, baby? Don't you want to try it, just once?" "I do, but I promised my boyfriend I would only do that with him." "It's great how much you love him, baby, but that shouldn't stop you from being happy and having fun. I promise you won't regret it." Sighing in lust and defeat, Ethan pointed to the nightstand and said, "just use condoms, okay?" Jorge dutifully grabbed one of the damn things and rolled it over his dick, somewhat to my surprise. He then slowly pushed into Ethan doggy-style, making sure that it was gentle enough for the kid to enjoy it without being in too much pain. By now the effect of the second dose of estasy had taken effect and the kid was on cloud nine. Jorge shot me a dirty look and made a gesture with his hands, as if to say "Why aren't you already taking pictures?" Fuck me! I grabbed Ethan's phone and began quietly capturing the whole scene in as much graphic detail as I could. But this is where things started to turn. After he had opened Ethan up a ways, Jorge started to get rough with Ethan. And when I say rough, I mean that man can fuck like the devil when he has a mind to. Even in his blissed out state Ethan frowned and begged for Jorge to be gentler. Jorge responded my pulling his entire dick out of Ethan's hole and then ramming it back in to the hilt. After four or five times doing that, Ethan was nearly in tears. Jorge pulled into him all the way and started kissing his face, telling him that he just wanted him to feel good. Ethan was babbling and begging Jorge to stop. Jorge pulled all the way out of him, and Ethan moaned in relief and disappointment. "I just want you to feel good, baby," Jorge said, ripping the condom and rolling it to the base of his dick. "Do you feel good?" Ethan moaned like a bitch in heat, which is rapidly what he was becoming. "What did you just do? Is the condom still on?" "Yes, it's still on. Here, feel." He guided Ethan's hand down to the base, and feeling the ring, was satisfied. Now if there's one thing that gets Jorge off it's successfully pulling off this kind of deception, and after only a few more minutes he told Ethan he was about to come. "Pull out when you do, please?" Ethan whined. "Of course, baby. Daddy has you. There's nothing to worry about." Jorge sped up his thrusting into the boy, and I could see his body tense and his eyes roll up in the back of his head for a good 5 seconds before he groaned and pulled out, coating Ethan's backside with the last few shots of cum. That meant he had gotten what...seven, eight shots internally? I zoomed the camera in on Ethan's recently vacated ass, which was puckered and had a thick stream of white oozing out of it. Unfortunately, Ethan seemed to notice something was up and looked back to see the broken condom before Jorge got rid of it. "Fuck, wait, did the condom break?" Reaching back to his ass he gathered some of the cum with his fingers and smelled it before wailing, "DId you cum inside me?" "Shhh, daddy said he is taking care of you. He's going to help you clean it all up." Ethan moved as if to get up, probably to run to the bathroom and douche, but Jorge grabbed him from behind and forcefully pressed his face into the pillow before sucking and lapping at the cum oozing from Ethan's ass. Ethan groaned into the pillow, but Jorge continued to eat him out while consoling him with the kind of crap only a high 22 y.o. would fall for. "It's okay, we still used a condom, remember? You felt it. We'll take care of whatever it missed and make sure our boy has nothing to worry about. Daddy promised you it would feel good, didn't he? How did it feel, baby?" Ethan muttered something that might have been "good." Jorge smacked him hard on the ass and then placed his cockhead at the entrance of Ethans widened hole. "I said, how did it make you feel?" Ethan loudly admitted that it had been amazing. Jorge grabbed Ethan's hips in a vice-grip and slid his entire raw cock back into Ethan's hole. Before Ethan could panic, Jorge put his full weight down on top of him and said, "this is what I promised you, baby. This is how it is supposed to feel. Does your boyfriend ever make you feel like this?" The answer was a meek, "no." Sliding in and out a few more times, Jorge told Ethan, "Never forget this feeling. Today you just went from being a boy to being an adult, having sex like a real man is supposed to." Sliding out with a pop, Jorge stood up off the bed and polished off his drink before taking the camera from me and taking a few extra shots of the conquered kid on the bed, his ass still sticking out in the air. I was officially done waiting in the wings on this one. With no fanfare I crawled onto the bed behind him, spat on his hole and began positioning my raw cock for entry. "No, wait, I think I shouldn't do anymore, I mean, we should, uh, call it a night." "Hell no, bitch. You just let my friend have your sweet young ass in front of me and didn't even have the courtesy to offer. That's just rude." I was already sliding my head in when he said, "but, condoms, please!" "Oh, so you invite both of us here and let my friend cum inside you but I'm just expected to watch quietly? You have a lot to learn about manners, young man." With that I managed to maneuver about 3/4th of my cock into him. I'm not quite as long as Jorge but way more thick, and the boy was struggling to accomodate my girth. "Just...just don't cum inside me, please, okay? I want to protect my boyfriend as well as me." "You feel that warm stickiness inside you? The one that's lubing up my cock and making it feel better? That's my friend's load doing that. Sluts like you feed off of the cum from real men like him. The condoms are just you lying to yourself about who you really are. Repeat after me: I am a cum dump for men. Condoms are be pretending to be better than what I am. I will never ask a real man to wear one ever again." See what I mean about lack of finesse? While his body was warming up the feeling of my thrusting dick, his mind was rebelling against accepting himself for the slut he was. He refused to say it, and even scrunched up his face and bit his lower lip in determination. It was adorable, and worthless. I pulled out of him and pulled him on top of me in a reverse cowgirl. I wanted his head pointed away from me so the whining wouldn't be as loud. With the kid not being cooperative, Jorge helped line up my cock with his ass and I pulled him down until I was buried to the hilt with him on top of me. "Now you're going to do the work, boy. Bounce on my dick." Ethan tried in vain to pull off, but with gravity doing most of the work for me he didn't really have a chance. Still, he wasn't making it very fun and my attempts to coerce him weren't overtaking his resistances just yet. That's when Jorge stepped in. He got up on the bed until he was eye level with Ethan and kissed him tenderly. "It's okay, this is good. You're doing so well. All we want us for you to feel good and be happy, but you aren't letting us. So now what you are going to do is make my friend really happy. You're going to show him the best sex of your life, and you're going to beg him for his cum. And you better make him believe it, because if you aren't convincing enough and my friend feels disappointed, then I'm sorry baby, but I'll have no choice but to send the pictures of us barebacking you to your boyfriend. Now are you going to behave and have fun with us?" Stunned, Ethan acquiesced. It was getting pretty hard for him to ignore how good he was feeling anyways, but he still wasn't delivering all that much enthusiasm. I growled at him, "disobedient boys get punished." And with that, I pushed him off of me and repositioned us in the missionary position before ramming my cock into him with all the force I could muster. Inches from his face, I yelled, "What are you?" "I'm...a slut." "Not good enough, boy." I picked him up with my cock still inside of him and pushed him against a wall before delivering several more painful thrusts. "Tell me how much of a cum dump you are." Jorge was hard as rock again watching this, filming with one hand and jacking himself with the other. This kid definitely had a long night and a sore ass ahead of him. "I like taking cum from men! Sluts like me should never ask for a condom!" Better, but there was room for improvement. I told Jorge to open the door, and with the boy in my arms I walked out to the patio where there were about 20 or so onlookers, all of whom immediately turned to pay attention to the spectacle. I laid the boy down on an open patio chair and continues my assault on his ass. This time I leaned in to whisper: "tell these men you're a cumdump. Let everyone here know how proud you are to be a sperm rag." "I'm a cum dump, sir! I only exist to take the loads of other men! I am proud to take your seed, sir!" Good boy. Then I ordered him to tell them how happy being a cum dump makes him. This, I think, is about when he broke. Suddenly the drugs and his own inner nature broke through his resistance and he wasn't performing for me anymore: he was instead speaking from who he was. "Oh, fuck, sir! Feeling myself being fucked raw is the best experience of my life! Please don't pull out of me. Please feed my ass with your jizz. I want to feel your sperm inside me!" "If a man wants to put his cum inside you, do you ever turn that down, boy?" "No, sir!" "And if any of these men decide they want to fuck you, to use you for their pleasure and honor you with their sperm, what's the one rule, cumhole?" "They...have to fuck me bareback. Cumholes like me don't deserve condoms. I will never disrespect a man again by asking him to wear one. I am proud to take his sperm inside me." That tipped me over the edge, and with a bellow I let out one of the biggest loads I've ever shot straight into his newly willing ass. By the time I can down from the orgasm, I turned to see 20 mesmerized men, and I swear not one of them that I could see didn't have a wickedly stiff dick, even the ones whose faces showed disapproval as well. I pulled Ethan's face down to my cock and told him to get to work cleaning me up. While he did, I announced to the crowd that we were celebrating Ethan's birthday as a cumslut today, and that everyone who wanted to help us celebrate by contributing their load to his tender young ass was welcome. No loads refused for any reason. Jorge continued to film as first one, then four, then ultimately ten of the men joined us back in Ethan's room for a celebratory gang bang. Fortunately for him most were decently hot, but there were a few trolls in the lot, including two that looked like they had visible wasting going on. Ethan nearly balked at that, but his craving for dick was nearly insatiable and I think the gratitude of the trolls for a shot at this fine young ass kind of endeared them to him a little. The night ended with Ethan curled up in Jorge's arms, with Jorge's dick still inside him while they both drifted off to sleep. The room was a wreck and stank like hell, but fortunately I had made sure that neither of the other two boys would be returning that night or even necessarily the next day. Before I left, I heard a groggy Ethan ask Jorge if he had sent the pictures of him being barebacked to Rick. Jorge told him, "No, baby. But I did send the video of you being barebacked while telling everyone that you were now a cumdump and wouldn't be refusing their loads. He's your boyfriend. He deserves to know the real you." Ethan turned his head towards Jorge and asked, "I'm going to regret this tomorrow, aren't I?" Jorge only held him closer and said, "You'll feel bad for a little while. Then you'll feel free." They both fell asleep with smiles on their faces. To be continued?

Tonight started off as usual. A casual fuck or so I thought. To let you know here in the UK we do have several cruising areas such as along the A71 close to where I stay. But with squirt.org and other sites I find that area too well used and now police patrol on a semi-regular basis. So this evening I met a young guy between 22-25 I would say, and I got him to drive to a spot not 5 minutes away where we could get onto the business of him getting bred. Now this guy like myself has a leather fetish and came along with Leather Trousers and his Leather Jock on underneath. I have 3 quarter length tracksuit bottoms on with my Leather Short Chaps and Jock underneath. Now normally on these anon meets it's a question of just getting onto the business of fuck and go, but not tonight we both had hard ons, me at the thought of breeding him , he because of the Leather aspect. He was an Asian thin sexy looking guy. I begin as usual with small thrusts in and out of his hole. I don't know what it is about Asian guys but they really know how to ride a cock. I wasn't in control he was. Bloody amazing. I felt my cock expand in him. I didn't want to cum but did. Filled his hole.Another hole bred. I just wish at the end of it all we'd swapped numbers, but that is not what anon is about. Best sex I have had in a while.

I love going to Palm Springs. You see, once a year some friends - anywhere between 5 and 7 of us - rent a house with a pool for a long weekend. It’s never the same group of people and usually there's at least one person I don’t know at the start of the 4 days. This time I did know everyone, just not very well…. yet. The reason these Palm Springs weekends are so great is because there’s inevitably going to be sex involved. In years past there was lots of drugs as well. But it seems that, as we ‘mature’ that party aspect has gradually knocked down to alcohol and coke. Man, I miss Tina! And sex too, for that matter. I’ve been celibate for about a year with no boyfriend or regular hook-ups. At just 5’6” I had put on an extra 15lbs from drinking. Now 15lbs probably doesn’t sound like much, but to a late 30-something living in gay West Hollywood, CA — an extra 15lbs that’s not muscle might as well classify you as obese. But over the last few months I’ve been taking care of myself, doing the P90X, and gotten into shape. Which was needed for such a naked weekend…. where I was determined to take some loads. Lots of loads! My best friend's BF (Jake) had organized the weekend. Jake and Chad (my friend of 20 years) have a very open and adventurous relationship. I don’t know many of the details but when your friend of a couple decades starts wearing a chain and padlock around his neck out in public, you get an idea that something new and different is happening at home. The other couple was Ryan and Ken. Ryan and I use to be best buds, wing-men, and trouble-makers. Ryan is an ass hole, but I was always able to deal with his snide remarks. He first introduced me to all sorts of fun drugs, including tina. Thank you, Ryan!!! His bf, Ken, is also an ass hole - which is why I stopped hanging around with them. One asshole I could handle, two was too much. (I’ve been known to hold a grudge). But this weekend I was determined to let the past stay in the past and make nice. Because, actually, I knew that Ken had been good for Ryan. When they first started dating, I heard from a reliable source who said of Ken, “Once a nasty BB cum-pig, always a nasty BB cum-pig.” Which should have made me like him a lot! (he’s a bottom, though). Ryan and I had fooled around every now and again back when we hung out more. Even having smoked crystal together, Ryan would always insist on using condoms… which I hated. But his cock was amazing so I took it. I’d never seen a half-cut dick before. Ryan joked that he was circumcised as a baby, but his Mom was too lazy to take care of him so some foreskin grew back. It was long, smooth, and thick - with the little skin covering the head. And dark(ish). Ryan is Italian by decent and has a few of the features. A darker dick was one of them which turned me on so much just because it was different. Now on PrEP, I knew that Ken's piggy tendencies had rubbed off on my former friend and he was playing raw. Make no mistake, I was hoping to hop a ride on his bare fuck stick finally. Anyway the first day was fine. We all swam naked in the pool and hung out. David and Nathan are the last two I haven’t told you about yet. Not a couple but a couple of hot twinks! Nathan is very thin and tall with a huge dick — because all tall skinny white guys have monster cocks, apparently. All I knew of Nathan, really, was that he was shocked one time when he found out that a friend of ours did tina. You know, shocked in the way a young and naive “good boy” would be. Being so young and naive I just made some assumptions about his sexual tendencies -- and they bored me. David was the person I knew the least about but wanted the most. A chiseled frame on a cocky boy’s body, David had been flirtatious and slutty all day. David was a GoGo boy by night and a flight attendant by day. I know he’s hooked up in the past with Jake (our host) and Chad (my friend of 20 years). Chad said that the entire time they were all fucking around, David kept asking to take pictures. A hot, sexy exhibitionist. Nice! As night fell — remember, there are no hard core drugs anywhere just alcohol and coke — talk turns to harder stuff. Thankfully, the crew wants more. I’m relieved. Being a flight attendant must have it’s perks because David happens to know someone in town who may be able to hook us up. Talk then turns to what to order. The two couples are only really interested in E. David turns to me and whispers, “I’d rather get Tina and really fuck around.” (did I mention that we were all casually naked hanging out by the pool and that sorta talk makes me instantly hard?) “OMG, I haven’t done that in so long,” I replied but sounding incredibly anxious. “Wanna go in with me?” he asked to which I devilishly replied “you’re gonna turn me into a cum pig. Are you ready for that?” He was. For a change of scenery, the two couples left to go to Hunters, the local bar. David and I stayed back to call his dealer friend and wait for the package. Since everyone except us were going to roll, we said we’d also get the house cleaned up and ready for a fun night. To my surprise, Nathan stayed back with us but scampered off to shower. Finally alone and away from the condescending judgment of the others, David and I begin to have a more frank and open discussion about our devilish plot. “I love doing Tina so much better - it makes me an insatiable sex machine,” David admits to which I agreed. “How do you do it? Smoke, rail or slam?” “Well I haven’t done anything in years,” I confess. “But I’ve mostly only smoked before.” “Never slammed,” David asked me curiously? “Well once,” I admitted. "But it was years ago!” “Well, hopefully my guy will bring a pipe for you, otherwise you’re in for a trip with me,” he smirked. I was really starting to like this stud. “You need Leather!” he exclaimed and grabbed my arm pulling me to his room. I knew David was into some leather accessories from his GoGo pics. For me, eh - take it, leave it, whatever. Inside his room, David tosses an Atlantis Events duffle bag up on the bed. I didn’t know he’d been on an Atlantis cruise before. Guess there’s lots I don’t know about him. Inside the duffle was all sorts of fun leather treats. I’m fitted with one of his harness and a leather jock. The harness is awesome! Since I’ve been getting myself back in-shape, this new accessory really accentuates my body. “So I’m really into nasty pig sex when I slam,” David blurts out. “I do it all the time around the country where people don’t really know me and I can let loose. But in LA, around my friends, I keep it to myself. You know.” And I did know. I understood all too well how cliquish and judgmental WeHo fags could be. Especially couples. So I reassured David that my inner slut whore would be released right along side of his. We pop a couple of Cialis to stay hard. “So what exactly do you get into when you party?” I had to know. “Everything!” he said. My ripped little GoGo boy was trying on different harnesses himself while standing there in a tiny little jockstrap that was strained to contain his meat. “Fucking and taking photos and videos are hot. I’m also turned on by watersports!” This intrigued me to no end as I wanted to dabble in piss play, but never really found someone into it. My fantasy is to have someone piss in my hole. Amazing! “I just hope my mouth doesn’t get me into trouble with the others because I’m very verbal as well,” David continued. “There’s something about POZ talk, especially to someone who’s neg, that turns me on when I play.” *Ding Dong* We opened the front door to David’s friend, Steve. A well-build guy in his mid 40’s - which is young for Palm Springs. Steve had salt & pepper hair and broad shoulders - the kind you want to swing from. He was extremely nice. As a businessman, I’m sure he WOULD be nice with the amount we were buying from him that night. Standing around the kitchen island, we chit-chat about the weekend as Steve begins to lay out his wears. This guy came prepared! Not only did he have everything in-stock that we wanted, he also came with all the necessary tools one would need; including a pipe and torch and a couple of fresh needles. Wasting no time, and anxious for us to sample his inventory, Steve began filling the pipe without needing any guidance from us. And then enters Nathan. Fresh from his shower, the skinny twink walks out naked. What few pubes he had before the shower are now gone and he is smooth as a baby from the face down. His cock sways between his legs as he walks and looks even larger now - even though it’s soft. “Yea! Goodies! What do we have?” Nathan asked with a boyish excitement. “All the exctacy and tina you boys can play with,” chimed Steve very happy with his business offering. “Yea, so here's the deal - Sam and I are going to PNP and be a couple of slutty boys tonight,” explained David who was teasing young Nathan’s nipples. “Well I want to be a slutty boy too!” Nathan exclaimed in protest like a young boy telling his older brother that he can do anything the older boys can do. My jaw nearly hit the floor. Steve had already lit up the pipe and had taken a hit. I guess it was technically still his drugs even though a wad of cash was still sitting on the table. But here’s where my night started to change…. Because Nathan - the innocent, naive boy - grabbed the pipe and drew out a huge puff of the magical white smoke. And with a confidence of youth and knowing he’s cute, he then shot-gunned David who was now completely fingering little Nathan’s hole. “This is going to be fun,” said David exhaling a massive white cloud. We dimmed the lights and moved over to the couches. I threw on some porn as the boys all did another hit off the pipe. Finally it was my turn. “We’re going to do some very bad things with you tonight, Nathan.” “Oh good!” the boy exclaimed as he grabbed hold of David’s harness to hoist his little boy body on top of the GoGo muscle stud to grind up against his jock. Steve motioned to have me join him back in the kitchen. “Now I brought needles, saline, and a booty syringe - it’s all here and it’s all yours. Do you have any questions?” Excited and thrilled at what I knew was happening - and the euphoria of having a couple of great hits of tina in me after all these years, I did have a concern for Steve. “David and I - for sure - are going to slam but I’ve only done it once and I don’t know about him. Can you stay to help us with our first?” I asked thinking Steve was looking to leave. He was not - just still proud of the various level of prepared he was — which we were not. Collecting the required supplies and moving back to the couch, Nathan is now sucking on David’s cock. A long 7 to 8’ shaft with a huge mushroom head. I couldn’t wait to feel it deep inside me. Nathan is fascinated with the tools of our trade and is gazing at the two needles. This boy is much more forward than I expected him to be. “Do you want to slam with us?” David asks Nathan. “Do you want me to fuck you deep while you’re flying so high? You want to be a nasty cum pig like Sam and me?” David is fingering Nathan’s hairless and perfect boy hole whispering this to him like a seductive temptress. The boy’s eyes are so big and wanting but all he can do is smile a huge grin and nod yes as he stares at the needles being prepared. “You want to take all of our loads up your kunt like a good little bitch? Take our POZ cum deep inside of you?” “Fuck Yea” the boy exclaimed, now riding on David’s finger and dry-humping his muscular chest with a rock-hard cock that I wanted as well. “Infect me!” he exclaimed with joy. I nearly fell over. “Oh you want our POZ cum in you, is that it? You like the idea of taking toxic seed you little slut?” David said after licking two fingers and pressing them in Nathan’s ass. He really did like POZ talk. “Oh Fuck Yea!” said Nathan. “Give me all of it! Fill me with your loaded cum!” “Open your mouth,” David ordered before spitting in Nathan’s mouth which he then closed with a devilish grin and a happy moan. Now I may not know what I’m doing when it comes to injecting - but David looked to be a pro. He tightened a strap around his arm and found a good vein to poke with the fresh needle Steve and I had prepared. Drawing back the blood into the syringe, he was focussed for a guy who was already high from smoking. And the look on Nathan’s face was of a boy in heat. “Do it! Put that crystal in your arm,” whispered Nathan. I had seriously underestimated this boy! A couple of good coughs and David stood up whipped off his jockstrap and began playing with his very hard cock thanks to the boner pills we’d taken. “Now you guys,” he said pointing to us. Because we only had the two needles (we didn’t expect needing more than that) and because David and I are both poz, I grabbed his dirty needle and passed it to Steve to refill for me. Pointing to the unused one I said, “there, that one is ready to go, Nathan, but let Steve here help you with it.” “No,” he said with a calmness and a certainty. “You first and then I want to use the same needle.” This got David, who was now obviously high, unbelievably excited. He grabbed the boy’s head, “you want my toxic seed and toxic blood?” This was said with such excitement and glee but also with a perverted and sadistic tone. David immediately kissed Nathan deep before the boy could answer his question. But after a deep lip lock Nathan shot him that boyish grin that tells you ‘I’m cute and I always get what I want’. “Fuck Yes!” “Charge me up and fuck me up! All of you!” “Fuck! You nasty cum dump, bug chasing slut!” David exclaimed with excitement. He really did get off on this talk. I did too. This was the night I needed! I watched in amazement and excitement as the needle was poked into my arm. Steve was very precise and careful. Nathan had plopped next to me standing on his knees on the couch to watch the show. His massive dick pressed against my shoulder so he could lean over closer to watch as the blood was pulled from my arm to mix with the crystal solution. It entered my mostly slam-virgin body and Steve released the strap to let the drugs rush through my body. The sensation was warm and exciting. I coughed and stood up to touch David’s perfect pecs. I then turned to kiss Nathan. “You ARE going to fuck me with your massive cock tonight,” I said to him with a playful confidence. Now my inner cum-slut personality was emerging! Yea! “As long as you promise to fuck me with your poz cock,” he replied. As Steve began to prepare the last slam in the same needle, David had the brilliant idea to go grab the booty bump syringe. Nathan’s attention was now fully on Steve as he worked. “And I want you to mix some of Sam and David’s charged blood in with my injection,” he ordered. “Are you certain, boy?” Steve asked. Perfect -- the friendly neighborhood drug dealer was now the moral center of this horny group. “Yea, Nathan - that may be too much,” I was able to say trying to also be a little good. “It’s fine. I’m on PrEP anyway. Aren’t you and David undetectable?” he asked. We both were and Nathan assured us that it would be fine. “I’m a bug chaser but I’ve got a huge start and am not completely stupid. I take precautions so I can play hard and slutty like I like. But the idea of chasing is a HUGE turn on for me.” Steve took the needle and pulled out some blood from David’s arm. To stop the trickle of blood from his vein, David licked it from himself. Hot, I thought. My blood was next. Steve then shook the continues of this now pink needle and asked one more time to be sure. The boy was sure. With the same preseason and care, Steve drew back some of Nathan’s blood to mix with ours and began sliding it in. After the strap was released from his arm, the boy’s head thrust back and he squealed with excitement. “Somebody fuck me!” he said. And of course, David obliged. Steve had removed his shirt by now and he returned to his glass pipe to blow more smoke. As Nathan and David were now fucking on the couch, my ass needed some major attention. Getting Steve out of the rest of his clothes was easy. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His dick was also huge and uncut. There's nothing better than the feel of an uncut cock sliding raw inside your ass. I can feel the foreskin sliding back and forth in my hole. Remembering the sensation get's me over the moon so I lay back on the other side of the couch and raise my legs, silently ordering this hot, solid man to come and abuse me. He walked over, bent down and spit a huge glob of spit onto my hole and then slid his 8” shaft into my very hungry hole. “Oh Fuck Yea Man!” I grunted at him. "Fuck me good! Pound me with that cock. I need to feel it in me." “Oh - so there’s more than one slutty cum whore in the house is that it?” he asked me. “Oh fuck yea! I'm the original cum dump. That little trashy fuck, Nathan, isn’t going to get ALL the raw loads tonight!” I protested in a very deep and slutty voice that's half serious but half joking. I then open my mouth wide and Steve happily spits down my throat as he’s pounding my ass next to my tall slutty counterpart. After a few minutes, the two tops swap and my chiseled and hot GoGo boy has his fat mushroom head in my ass. "You like that, you little fuck pig?" "Fuck yea I do!" David's sex talk is turning me on so hard. "We're going to charge up that hot little boy hole good tonight," he says as he's in me. "Yea!" I exclaim. "And piss in my hole!" I couldn't believe the words escaped my lips so easily. "You wanna take my piss? You want to be my urinal? Want me to fill up your hole so it's soaking wet?" he asked. All I could do was grunt my Yes and excitement. "Turn me into a piss pig tonight," I begged. With that, David pulled down my chin and spit in my mouth before dismounting me. Tapping Steve on the shoulder he was all, "come on - we're moving this show." He grabbed the un-used booty bump (we hadn't gotten to it yet) and we all walked outside. "Sam wants to be a piss pig - who besides me can help with that?" David asked looking squarely at Nathan. "Yea, I could piss on him," he replied. "No... IN him. We're gong to fill up his guts and turn him in a wet, tripping toilet," said David. "And if you do a good job, you'll get a prize," he said to the boy waving a full booty bump in his face. On a blanket in the grass I laid down excited for the new experience. Nathan came down and hovered over me with his rock-hard cock at the entrance of my ass. "You want my piss in your ass don't you slut?" Nathan had now taken up a very dominant position as the commanding top. And I did. I did want his huge tool to douce me with his piss. It was over 8" and really thick. Maybe even thicker than Steve's. And I couldn’t wait to feel it. Nathan raised up and grabbed his cock. He stood still for a moment concentrating. Then I felt a couple of light splashes against my ass. Another moment and then the stream came. He maneuvered his cock to spray piss on my hard dick and stomach before guiding it into my hole. The sensation was incredible! The warmth was filling my gut really fast - which I hadn’t anticipated. He still wasn’t all the way in me - just the head of his cock. But the fluid was filling me up. “Yes! Fuck your piss up in me!” I said. “Take my piss you filthy slut.” Nathan had really done a 180 and was now commanding my obedience.

4. JP "Get up on the counter," Jon said. I knew what was coming next, and my hole twitched. Jon was a good solid fuck. People would come back for more. But his rimming, well, that was toe-curling, dick-hardening, balls-dripping perfection. Men had travelled over oceans to experience it again. The first time he flipped me on my back and spread my legs, I thought I had died. I barely touched myself before I shot a massive load. Since then, the years of practice on my hole, of all the boys we had seduced back to our bed, of all the random hook-ups on the road, and of all the anonymous men at bath houses around the had matured him in to the world's best rimmer. "On the counter," Seth asked. "Yeah," I said. "Here." I grabbed his hand. He used my grip as a lever to push himself up on the counter. He started to turn around, so he was facing Jon. "Stop," I said. "If I know my husband, he wants your hole, not your dick." "Really?" Seth answered. "Really," Jon said. Seth turned around. "On all fours for me." Seth turned around, his face away from both of us. He bent over, resting his weight on his hands and forcing his ass slightly upwards. Seth was blessed with tight, muscular ass. Jon leaned in slightly, grabbed one cheek in each hand, and spread them apart. "Ooooh," Jon moaned. The thin spray of hair around his hole did nothing to protect him from the cool air of the room. "That's beautiful," I said. It would look even more beautiful in the morning, when Seth had accumulated several loads of cum and the thick white fluid was starting to drip out. "Isn't it?" Jon said. "Like a statue." "Or an idol," I said. "Demanding your attention." "Yeah," Jon answered. Jon bent his head and went in for the kill. He began by gently running his tongue around the edges of Seth's hole. "Oh fuck," Seth moaned. He arched his back and pressed his ass against Jon's tongue. The muscles in Jon's arm tensed; Jon was going to rim Seth on his own terms, not by what the horny college boy wanted. "Oh please," he begged, as Jon continued to just tease Seth's hole with his tongue. "I think he likes it," I said. Jon just nodded and continued to lick the young man's ass. I stepped around the counter so I could see Seth's face. His eyes were closed, and his expression was one of pure pleasure. He had never had the pleasure of being rimmed before. Suddenly, his eyes popped open, his mouth opened, and a low, animal moan escaped. Jon must have stuck his tongue into Seth's hole and the boy had discovered an entirely new world of pleasure. "Feel good?" I whispered into his ear. "Oh hell..." He trailed off, as Jon continued to lick at his tight hole. "Oh, fuck..." he started again, but once more, could barely finish the thought. I rested my arm against his torso and felt his heart pounding. "OHHHH," he yelped. I looked up long enough to see Jon rubbing his beard against Seth's hole. Whenever Jon needed to convince me of something, that was the move he used. It was hard to refuse him anything; from a quick pre-work blow job to a long, agonizing post-party fuck, Jon knew my weaknesses. It clearly worked on Seth as well. Jon met my gaze; his green eyes had a sparkle in them. The rim job was just a prelude to the main event, but an important one. We were lowering the last defenses Seth had to being penetrated and bred. Jon released his grip on one of the boy's cheeks, and reached out for my hand. I wrapped my hand around his and pulled him against Seth's hole. "You want to feel him up there?" I asked Seth. "Feel his thick shaft inside of you?" "Please," Seth said. Jon was teasing his hole, keeping him from thinking clearly. "Please, fuck me." "You heard the boy," I said. "He wants to be fucked." "Just another minute," Jon said, before returning to Seth's hole. "I think my husband wants to rim you a while longer," I said. "But, don't worry. You'll get fucked soon enough." I knelt down, just enough so that my face was level with Seth's. His eyes were closed again, and his expression was one of pure fuck-lust. There was nothing he would deny us right now, especially when he thought he was protected by the pills he was taking from the most dangerous gift that Jon and I could give him. I started to kiss him. He hesitated for a moment, but then opened up for my tongue. "Mmmmm," he moaned, and his entire body shivered for a moment from the pleasure of being stimulated at both ends. "Just relax and let him open you up," I said, breaking off the kiss for a moment. "I'm trying," he said. "I want it. I want it all." He started to kiss me again. The feeling of Jon's wet tongue probing and stimulating him was clearly overwhelming him, and kissing me didn't involve any higher-level thinking. It was just about the pleasure of feeling another man. "Damn, that's a nice hole," Jon said. I was still kissing Seth, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see him stand up. "I gotta get inside him." "You ready for it?" I asked the young man. He nodded vigorously, his mind still lost in the last vestiges of Jon's attention. "Of course he is," Jon said. He wrapped an arm around Seth's waist, and helped him off the counter. "Let's go to the bedroom?" he asked. "Oh yeah," Seth answered. His entire body radiated pleasure, from his broad, innocent smile, to the thick boner sticking out in front of him. It was exactly the mood I wanted him in. He wouldn't think twice about taking our poz cocks, or our virus-laden cum. "Another toke, men?" Jon asked, offering up the pipe. "Why not?" I said. He handed me the pipe, and I took a long draw. The smoke burnt a bit. I struggled not to cough, but finally I couldn't resist any longer. "You know that's a good sign," Seth said. "Let me have it." I handed it to him. Unlike me, he was able to handle the acrid drag, and held it far longer than I did. "This way," Jon said, doing a hit as he led the two of us to the bedroom. We passed the pipe around once more before we all fell onto the bed, our limbs forming an interlocking knot of men. Jon started to kiss Seth, as I wrapped my arms around the two of them and let one hand drift down to Seth's ass. "I want this," Seth said. "I want this so badly." "I know," I whispered in his ear, still loud enough for Jon to hear. "I want this for you as well. To finally feel another man cum inside you. To know what it is like to be fluid bonded with another man." My hand had found his ass and was pushing apart his cheeks, seeking out his hole. It was still wet with Jon's spit; I wondered if we would even need lube to fuck him. "Please." Seth's voice was barely a whisper, but in the silence of the bedroom, it was as good as a shout. Jon had told me all about Seth. The boy had fantasized about bareback sex for years, but until now had been too afraid of getting infected by HIV to do anything. The little blue pills gave him a license to pursue his fantasies. The only problem was that his fantasy, to be able to fuck without fear, collided with the fantasy that Jon and I shared, to infect an innocent young man with our beautiful virus. Seth had the optimism of youth, that every thing would work for the better; we had the knowledge of age, of how dreams got subverted and used for dark and depraved ends. In this struggle, there would be only one winner, and that victor would be death. "I want to put my cock inside you," Jon said. "I want to feel you. Skin to skin. Nothing between us." My finger slipped inside of Seth. His hole was hot, and his hunger was clearly evident. "I want to breed you. Make you my boy." "Please man, fuck me. Bareback me. Cum in me." Seth sounded like he was on the verge of tears; he was so eager to finally lose his bareback virginity. Jon kissed Seth again, and Seth's ass tightened around my finger, practically pulling it deeper into the boy's body. It was charming, how confident Seth was, that technology and modernity would protect him. But it was a post-modern age, where even old certainties like science and medicine were up for debate. "Let's do this," I said, pulling my finger out of Seth's hole, and gently pushing the two men deeper into the large king bed. "You," I continued, pointing at Seth. "On your back. And you, between his legs." I arranged myself at the head of the bed, leaning up against the headboard, with Seth's head resting on thigh. Jon reached into the night stand, and pulled out some lube and a bottle of poppers. "Here," he said, handing me the poppers. "He may need some help." Jon spread Seth's legs open, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. As my husband greased up his cock and began to play with Seth's hole, I stroked Seth's brown hair. "I wan to see my husband fuck you," I said. "Fuck you with his fat, raw daddy cock." Seth turned his head slightly, towards my groin. My own cock was erect, a stiff shaft erupting from my pubic hair. Years ago, it had been a dark brown, nearly black, but time had taken its toll, and it was flecked with grey, no different than the rest of my hair. "I can tell," he said, grinning. "You know he's poz, right?" "Yeah, I do." "Do you know how he got infected?" "He told me you gave it to him." "Yeah. We made love. And I infected him." "But we don't have to worry about that any more," Jon said. "You're on PrEP, right?" "I am," Seth said. "We don't have to worry." "Fucking hot," I said. "Fuck without fear, huh?" "Exactly," Seth said. "And for my first time, I'm glad it's you guys I'm doing it with." He reached up and ran his hand over my chest, through the salt and pepper hair. "Fucking hot men. Hot, healthy men," he said, emphasizing the "healthy." He was blissfully unaware of our machinations and schemes to seduce and destroy him. It only made my cock harder. "Men," Jon said. "Maybe less talk and more fucking?" He had two, maybe three fingers inside of Seth. From my position, it was hard to tell. Either way, our boy was now open and relaxed. "You ready?" "For you raw cock?" Seth asked. "Yeah," Jon relied. "Bareback style." "I am." "Once I enter you, I'm not going to pull out," Jon said. Before Seth said anything, he grabbed one of the man's legs, and rested it in his shoulder. "I know," Seth said. "And I want it." Jon lined up his cock. Although Seth's perfect teenage body blocked my view, I could still imagine clearly Jon's dickhead nestled right against Seth's hole. All of our constant verification with Seth had given the young man the illusion of control, but it was the two of us that had all of the power. A slight push from Jon, and he would penetrate the boy. Or, I could gently move my leg, and Seth would be forced onto Jon's cock. "Please?" he asked. "You want to?" Jon asked me. I opened the small brown bottle and held it under Seth's nose. "Breathe it in deeply," I said. He was young enough he may have never done poppers before. He must have played around with them before, because after taking a long drag from the bottle, he nodded slightly to let me know he was satiated. I smiled. I held the bottle under his nose a few seconds longer, forcing him higher than he wanted. Seth was, fundamentally, our plaything for the weekend and pot and poppers were the softest of drugs he was going to deal with. "All yours," I said. "I love you," Jon said to me. Seth's leg was still resting on his shoulder and as he leaned in to kiss me, Jon forced Seth into an even more compromising position. "I love you too," I said. Jon's beard brushed against my face, still wet with spit. I got the slightest whiff of Seth's ass. "Make him yours." Jon arched his back, and pushed his hips forward. "Ohhhhh," Seth moaned. "Oh fuck," he continued. "You're...." he tried to say, but couldn't complete the sentence. "Inside you?" Jon asked. "I am." "How is it?" I asked. "So fucking hot. So open. So close." "I want this. Always," Seth said. I glanced down at the boy. His eyes were closed, and his face was flushed red from the poppers. "I want you. Everything," he murmured. "Yeah?" Jon asked. "You want it all?" "Hell yeah," Jon said. I was resting a hand on his smooth torso, and I could feel his heart pounding from the poppers. "Fuck him properly," I told Jon. "Make his first bareback fuck the best fuck in his life." "Of course," Jon said. He pushed his cock all the way into Seth. Seth's eyes opened wide. It was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain. "Oh fuck," he grunted. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." "Good?" Jon asked. "Oh yeah. Don't stop," Seth replied. "I'm not going to. Not until I breed your hot hole." "Don't stop. Fuck me. Pound me. Cum in me." "Yeah?" Jon asked. "You want my raw cock deep in you? You want my poz load up that prepped-up hole?" "Hell yeah," Seth said. "Fucking fat daddy cock inside me. Fucking me bareback. Dripping pre-cum into me." He reached down and grabbed his own hard cock. He started to stroke it. Jon caught my eye, and shook his head back and forth. I knew exactly what he meant; his deviancy worked on so many levels. I reached down and grabbed Seth's wrist, pulling him away from his dick. "Focus on Jon," I said. "There will be plenty of opportunities for you to get off later." I wasn't lying; there was no way Jon and I wouldn't let that beautiful cock go to waste. But tonight and tomorrow, we wanted Seth to know the only way he could get pleasure was by getting fucked. "You leaking pre-cum yet?" I asked Jon. Of course, I knew the answer to that, but the question was for Seth's benefit. "Like a hose," Jon said. "Can you feel it?" "So fucking good," Seth replied. He was lost in his own world. He was getting fucked raw for the first time. "So intense." Jon's cock was sliding in and out of his hole, stretching it open, and letting him find out just how good sex between two men could feel. "Don't stop." "Wasn't planning on it," Jon said. "Don't want to cum too soon." He leaned over the boy and kissed me again. "You're going to love his hole. So fresh." "I'm going to love it even more with your load in it," I said. My cock was hard, watching my husband fuck the young man. I had years of experience being in Seth's position, feeling Jon push and thrust, trying to find the unexplored parts of my gut and smear his pre-cum as much as possible. This evening, he was marking his territory. I wondered if Seth realized he was little more than a pawn in Jon's need for dominance. "Make him yours. Mark him with your load." "That's the plan," Jon said. "That's what I want." He pulled out, nearly all the way, then slammed all the way into Seth. The boy gasped, but didn't resist. "Suck his cock," Jon said. "Lick my husband's cock clean." Seth turned his head towards my dick; I pushed it towards his mouth. He licked off the bead of pre-cum and savored it. I put my hand on the back of his head, and gently pressed him to take at least the head. I needed to feel him accept my dick and to allow me to dominate him. It was not a hard thing; he eagerly opened his mouth and swallowed my cock head. He ran his tongue over and around the head, but struggled to get any more than just the head into his mouth. I couldn't tell if his difficulty was from experience or from his position; Jon noticed it as well. "Let's try a better position," he said. He pushed his dick all the way into Seth. "Flip you over," he said. I pulled my leg out from under Seth as Jon man-handled the boy into the new position, on all fours on the bed. I took my position in front of Seth. My dick was now right in front of his face and at almost the perfect height to slide right into his throat. "Spit roast him?" Jon asked. "Hell yeah," I said. Jon had already slid his cock into Jon's ass. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and he inhaled deeply from it. He passed it back to me, and I held it under Seth's nose once again. Seth took several big snorts before I took it away and did a hit as well. As I was taking a second hit, Seth grabbed my cock, and guided it to his mouth. He quickly swallowed the head and started to work his way down the shaft. It was a welcome sensation as the familiar warm rush of the poppers hit me. I quickly put the cap back on, and leaned into Seth, forcing my cock further into his mouth and against the back of his throat. "You going to fuck his throat?" Jon asked me. His face was flushed red from the poppers. "Oh yeah," I said. "You going to pound his hole?" "Fuck. You know I am." As the poppers took over Jon's body, he started to pound Seth relentlessly. Each thrust of Jon's hips pushed Jon's dick deeper into Seth. The thrusts also forced Jon further onto my cock. The poppers removed the last bit of resistance from his throat, and another inch of my dick disappeared into his mouth. "Fucking breed this hole." "You want that, Seth?" I asked. "You want Jon to shoot his load up there? Make you his boy?" Seth was struggling to keep up with everything that was happening. The poppers were flooding his mind and body, Jon's cock was relentless in its pounding, and my dick was cutting off his ability to breathe. Nevertheless, or perhaps because of everything, Seth nodded his head vigorously. Jon reached down, around Seth's torso, and grabbed his dick. "Boy's fucking rock hard. I think he's enjoying this." I grabbed the back of Seth's head and forced him all the way down on my dick. "You like getting spit roasted?" I asked. "Dick in each hole?" Seth started to nod, but I held him in place. "Don't nod. Just swallow if you like it." "Or squeeze your ass," Jon added. We didn't need Seth to speak. Fueled by the mad fuck-lust and the poppers, he was no longer a human, but just a sex toy for us to enjoy. That perspective made the weekend's plans easier. We were going to bareback him all weekend, inject him full of our toxic spooge, and try to infect him with our disease. More than that, Jon had everything in place to take away Seth's last line of defense. We were going to make sure that Seth wouldn't have a chance to take his protective drugs while he was with us, and when he went home, half of the pills would have been replaced by a useless placebo. These dark, evil thoughts propelled me forward and deeper into Seth's body, even as the poppers started to wear off. My dick was dripping pre-cum, and I realized I needed to slow down if I was going to avoid shooting. His mouth and throat were amazing, but my virus-laden semen would do far more good if it were deposited in his ass. Jon saw how I was on the edge, and brought me back to reality. "Don't cum yet, love," he said. "There's a better hole for you to shoot in." "Once you've gotten it good and sloppy," I said. "That shouldn't be too hard. He's working my cock good. Getting damn close." Jon grabbed Seth's waist, and slammed his dick deep into the boy. I felt Seth gasp, although by this point, he should have been used to Jon's pounding. "Careful there," I said, stroking the side of Seth's face. "Watch the teeth." "He's not yet as good as you," Jon said. "He's still young." "Just needs practice," I said. Seth was going to get a lot of practice this weekend, both in getting fucked and sucking cock. I pulled my cock out. My thick shaft glistened from Seth's saliva. I stopped when just my dick head was in his mouth. "Just work on the head," I said to him. "Taste my pre-cum." He gasped for air, but did as he was told. Seth's tongue ran over my cock head, focusing on my piss slit. By now, there was a steady stream of pre-cum leaking out, and the young man lapped it up eagerly. "Like that pre-cum?" Jon asked him. "Yeah," he said, now able to speak more or less normally. "And Jon is dripping just as badly into that hole of yours," I said. "How does it feel?" "Amazing," Seth said. "Fucking amazing. I'm never going back." "That's what I want to hear," Jon said. "You'll be a faithful barebacker in no time." "Part of the elite brotherhood," I said. Jon smiled. He knew exactly what I meant. There were two clubs Seth would join this weekend. He had started the initiation into the bareback brotherhood this morning; it would be finished when Jon shot his load into Seth. The other club, the one we occasionally called the High-Five club, would take longer. But Jon and Cal, the men we had invited and myself, we would all make sure that he would be a full member soon enough. "Hell yeah," Seth said. "Never going back." "I don't think you can ever go back," I said. Jon leaned in and kissed me. "So fucking close," he said. "You think the boy deserves it?" "A stud like Seth? Of course he deserves it. Give it to him." "Hello?" A deep male voice rang out from beyond the bedroom. "Where are you?" I froze for a second, as did Seth. There was an invader in our sex lair. "In the bedroom," Jon said. He was inviting the invader into our private space. Seth tried to pull off of me, but a well-placed hand ensured that my dick stayed deep in his mouth. The new man would see the three of us in all of our sexual glory; hard cocks buried in wet orifices and not a single condom being used.

1) Online hookup sites suck. Especially if you live outside of a major city. You may get some action from them, but never as much as you think seems likely. 2) Having said that, I've noticed that there are certain things you can do to improve your odds a bit. First of all, have good, high quality, recent pictures. Try to have them taken by someone with a good eye for photography. Include a good face picture. Don't be shy about showing off. Second, you probably don't want to mention inexperience too much. Never mention anything that could potentially turn away guys for no reason. You've had enough experience to know what you like, which is all that counts. 3) You don't mention this, but if you are the shy type, waiting for others to approach you, you need to get over that. Send messages to men you see online that you are attracted to. Avoid "oinks" and "woofs" and the like. They do express interest but little else. Far better to send a message that says something like, "I love your profile, your pics are hot, I saw you're into X, that's my favorite thing, what are you doing tonight?" Actually read their profiles, don't just look at pictures. You may find someone with a common interest who could become either a friend or FWB (or a fuck or a relationship). 4) Become comfortable with rejection. Hooking up is a numbers game. There are going to be a number of "nos" before you get to a "yes". Try not to get hung up on that really hot guy you know you'd be perfect for (I can be guilty of this). If necessary, block his profile so you don't get all stalkery. 5) When you find a good fuck, and he's into you, keep up the relationship. A good stable of regular fuckbuds will help keep you happy.

It's funny...one of the bars here did a '70s themed blackout party (complete with an old school DJ spinning vinyl!) and precisely because it captured the vibe so well (complete with backroom), it really drove home just how much things have changed. Perhaps I'm becoming a curmudgeon in my old age, but I'm really starting to come around to the opinion that quite a lot of the technological changes we have seen over the course of my lifetime have been for the worse. I look now at what the Internet brings to me that is unabashedly positive. I can only think of a few things and they are all research tools I use for work. Let's face it: online hookup sites have ruined cruising. They draw us in with the promise of easy sex. But how often do they really deliver? Yes, I've gotten hookups that way, but it's hit-or-miss. And the honest truth is sometimes it really is easier to use it as masturbation material. I'm as guilty of that as anyone else. Meanwhile, if you can find a bar with a backroom, if you have your cock out stroking, at the very least someone is going to give you head. Let's face it: widespread cheap porn has ruined sex. It's way too easy to say "Fuck it" and not go through the hassle of getting laid and just stay home and rub one out to a video. That and it sets expectations that real life will never be able to live up to, at least not on any consistent basis. That's the problem: porn has gotten too good, too varied and too available. In the past you might have a few VHS tapes that had models that probably weren't exactly your thing having lackluster sex. Now Rule 34 is in full effect, and you can vicariously enjoy exactly the kind of sex with the kind of men you always wanted. It's a much stronger competitor for the real thing than it used to be. And it's only getting worse. VR will be a disaster. And I really hope the day never comes when really good sex bots are a thing, because they will kill real sex almost completely. Even sites like this are a problem. I don't really want to talk about having sex. I want to have sex. The sorts of conversations we have here really never came up all that much in real life prior to the internet, except perhaps in the most fleeting of ways. Why? Because if we were face-to-face talking about sex, our cocks were going to be out two seconds later. And really, how many ways is it possible to have the same conversation over and over again? "I really love getting fucked raw and taking loads!" "Really? That's hot...so do I!" "And I really love fucking ass bareback!" "HOT!!!" That's a good 95% of this site right there. Again, it's that vicarious thrill, this time from thinking about and talking about our fantasies, rather than watching them. Just like with porn, it's not quite as good as the real thing, but all too often good enough. But it's so hard to stay away from all this precisely because it is good enough. It kinda makes me wish I could get internet access that blocked out all the sex sites, the porn, the hookup sites (and all the other time sucks like Facebook and Twitter and all that). More than that, it's killing our local communities. How many guys don't do bars now because they can just sit online? How many guys don't support their local leather shop who actually makes what he sells because we can order stuff mass produced in China from some website? Every minute you are sitting here instead of getting out of the house is a minute that could have been spent getting laid, or actually having real friends, or doing something in a real, not virtual, community. That's what the internet is: Virtual. Good enough. No effort needed. And the price we pay for "good enough" is the mindblowing awesomeness of the real thing (that yes, does take a little work). It's a shitty trade. We're stuck with internet mediocrity.

I have been a bottom most of my sexual life because I cum way too quickly to be a successful top. Whether I'm fucking ass or getting head or being jerked off - I will cum quicker than I want to and nearly momentarily when fucking a guy's ass. My last two boyfriends were two incredibly sexy guys - one a Cuddly cub and the other a Muscle bear. Both were vers tops - mostly top. The infrequent occasions the cub wanted to get fucked got me excited because I loved pleasing him - but I was anxious cause if he wanted dick I wished I could dick him down. He liked to take the lubed dick with no foreplay or ass eating (which would have strengthen and extended my erection) - I did however really enjoy laying on top of him and fucking him with my thick cock (knowing that will be pleasurable) slowly - enjoying the sound of every moan and whimper. As I get closer I take a hit or two of poppers to ward off cumming - then admit I'm close. He would reach back and grab my thighs and start to fuck my dick saying "cum in me." When I bust my load in him he would moan "breed me deep." The muscle bear didn't like taking it anally - but sure did love oral. although a skilled top he sucked dick like a true bottom - and he wanted it all the time. Either I was sucking him and he moved in to 69 or he would suck me. This was again a case of wanting to give this incredible lover (and amazing top) what he wanted. I played with poppers + to get some suitable stamina and would face fuck him - He took it and wanted more. I fucked his mouth till I shot my load down his throat. He particularly liked when I would face fuck him with his head hanging off the bed and I would lay on him with his legs spread wide sucking him hard. That's when he would say I made his throat sore - sore but still eager for more dick.

Knowing that there was a big PRCA bull riding event here in town, I placed an ad for anonymous walk in pump and dump here at my place. I got a number of replies, but only one came through. Holy shit, did he come through! After a couple emails, we had it set up. He was to email me about 10pm, and then he would be over. He wanted me blindfolded, ass in the air, prelubed, door open. I complied. No touching of him on my part, as he said he was going to fuck me, drop a load and nothing else. He also said that once he arrived that he was committed to give me a fuck, and he would not take no for an answer or allow me to stop. If I couldn't take his cock and fucking, tough luck. I assured him I could take it as I have taken some large and aggressive poundings over the years, and would get my hole worked up on preparation for his use. So, sure as shit at about 10:05 I got an email asking for my address. I gave it to him and told him I would be ready for him in about 25 minutes upon his arrival. I lubed up, set lighting to dark, but enough so that he could make out furniture and me ass up on the living room floor. I heard his diesel truck pull into my gravel driveway and I immediately got down with my ass in the air. Within a minute I heard my door open and close then footsteps. Quickly I heard the clanking of a belt buckle and zipper going down and jeans being pushed down. I then heard him open the lube and the greasing up of what I would soon find out to be a massive headed and thick slab of pure man meat. Much to my surprise, he never touched any of the condoms laying next to the lube. No ceremony or care given, he placed his cockhead on my hole and in one aggressive hard push drove his cock in balls deep. I thought I was going to pass out, and cowboy was not only hung, but easily as thick as a redbull can and hard as steel. I must have moaned/cried out in pain, as he laughed and said, "this is only the beginning. Get ready to not be able to sit for a week!" He started rasping that thick meat in and out. Full strokes. On each downward thrust i could feel his pubes on my ass and his large egg sized nuts slap on my taint. I was in heaven. He continued with long deep powerful strokes for 5 minutes or so, then without pulling out pushed my legs together with his thighs, reared up, shorted his stroke and began building to climax. Within a minute his breathing changed to short ragged breaths and with a gasp and shout of "OH FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM" he buried it balls deep and gound his pubes on my asshole and then I could feel it pulsing as it unloaded. Once he came down from his cum high, he pulled out, wiped his cock with the towel, pulled his pants up, zipped up, clanking of buckle and shuffled his cowboy boots to the door. Before opening the door he said, "that's for all the faggot guys checking me out whenever I come into town; I see you guys checking me out. Keep this private and I'll contact you in a couple weeks when I know I will be close to town. Thanks for the nut!" and then he was out the door. I emailed him again shortly thereafter with my direct email since cl uses relay responses, so he can contact me directly. This morning my hole is tender and still greasy from the lube. What a pain in the ass! Here's to hoping that he returns!!!!

Last night. I had a PnP session with a fuck buddy and after some hours of serious fucking and ass play I filled him up with a big load

My guess is you're putting too much pressure on yourself to perform. Getting anxiety about getting it up is probably the biggest surefire boner-killer there is. I think the secret here is to shift your focus. Don't worry so much about fucking. Instead just concentrate on him. Get thoroughly into the sex without any preconceived ideas of how it's going to proceed. You may also find that there are certain things that get you hard and ready to fuck. For me it's playing with a guy's hole or fucking his face.

Just had a good fuck from an old friend. Always nice to feel a familiar cock. As he started pumping, so many memories came to me.

At the end of each post is a set of buttons. The green up arrow one gives reputation.

I love how Connor explains the "Olympic logo" to Zach with a loving laugh. Oh and their sex scenes are hot! Erotic, dirty, sleazy, spontaneous, and expanding. My favorite line? "Connor called it remaking my pussy." Fucking hot!

Thanks everyone for following. I love to fuck ass and breed men. My favorite thing!

Darkrooms are the best part of a sauna. People go in to fuck and get fucked. The anonymity of it is a turn-on, just being moved around and bent over and then fucked. I do like spaces with low lighting as well, it's sexy and I like for other guys to see me taking dicks and loads. It gives me that odd mix of humiliation and pride as I move around the place, getting looks or a pat on the ass.

My last loqd was a while ago. I'm kind of a snob on that front, I won't let a guy cum in me unless he's drop dead hot. So I put up a CL ad because I was feeling pretty horny and didn't want to put out any work for it like dressing up and hitting the scene. So I got a reply, but he had no pics. Just his stats, which were decent. Well I was feeling pretty on point and decided to meet up, if he was a catfish I would just walk, no problem there. So I met him down the street from my house. The minute I laid eyes on him I was rock hard, this guy was the hottest 6 ft, built black man I had ever seen. He had some hot tats on his fore arms. So we went back to my place. Started out smoking a bit, chatting. Then headed right to the bedroom. Now normally I play safe because I have health issues and getting pozzed would be a death sentence for me. Now i hadn't been laid in a minute thanks to my high standards but this guy, oh my god. The minute his basketball shorts dropped I couldn't control myself. His cock was massive even sock and grogeous. He laid himself back on my bed and I just engulfed his cock, I throated him harder than I think I ever had. He was a perfect dom, he knew how to slap me with his cock, how to grip my balls while i sucked to make me submit. Then came the moment of truth. He wanted to fuck. But once he got behind me he said he didn't have a condom. I could feel him teasing me, rubbing his cock head against my hole. I could feel myself giving in and just as I was about to consent he pushed the entire length in raw and pinned me down. He just started pounding me me raw. We went on for an hour and a half, he had me in the palm of his half. He hit my prostate and made me cum more than once. It felt so good I thought my heart would stop. When be asked me if I wanted his load I just let him decided. He came in me. I was so horny I actually did as to mouth on him, I never do that, and had round two and swallowed the second one. i honestly think he was the best I've ever had.

Looking back on a productive weekend (having bred four boys, four different dates), already looking forward to the next. Threesome times two!

One of my facebook friends is setting me up with a 72yr old AIDS top. He's seen my pics but I haven't seen him, but I've agreed anyway!

Rawmen, Here's the latest post telling you about my sexual exploits this evening. It's Jan. 13th, the end of a regular work week. I wanted to go to Steamworks Toronto this evening and stay into the morning to fuck some young ass and take some loads. Well, both happened. I got my room next to the darkroom, put my clothing away, and, as I was already wearing a jockstrap, away I went. Within about ten minutes or so I caught sight of a younger guy who was standing in the hallway. He had a raging hard-on, so we both went into the darkroom and I proceded to suck him off. He motioned to me that he didn't want to come yet. It wasn't even 9 PM yet. So he put his towel back on and walk out of the darkroom. My voyeuristic instincts in control, I took the opportunity to wander around Steamworks Toronto to see who was doing whom, and so on. I saw a beautiful younger bearded man getting sucked off in the larger glory hole area. I went up on to the high level to see if he wanted to be fucked as well. No luck. But an Asian fellow was feeling up my hole and decided to fuck me. I needed a bit more lube as I was dry as the Grand Canyon. He fucked me for a bit, it was enjoyable but he didn't want to cum either. This was around 10 PM. After that I took a rest in my room as I was slightly tired from having endlessly walked around the place, and when laying on my bed watching the guys walk past my doorway, a young guy with a 26" waist, wearing a jockstrap, stepped inside my room, having apparently seen my hard-on. His ass was a small bubble butt. How did he know that I love bubble butt boys? Must be the chemistry! I asked if I could fuck him, he said he wanted my daddy dick and that he was tight. No problem. A little bit of silicone lube and some rimming opened-up his hole. Neither of us brought up the subject of condoms. WOW! I was in daddy heaven. I teased his hole for a bit then slowly eased my way in. He moaned in pleasure, repeatedly chanting "Fuck me." I didn't need to asked twice, so I slid more of my raw hard dick into his ass, although I did pause, giving his ass time to adjust to to my dick. Again he registered his pleasure, moaning how much he liked getting fucked, so I commenced pumping my dick deep. After a couple of minutes he asked "Can I have your load?" At this point I was on the edge of blowing, so I was more than ready to deposit my big load deep into his ass. He was really happy, as was I! It was a win-win for both of us. I was done by 11:30 PM. I was tired and decided to pick up a burger and fries next door. It was fast but my raw mission was accomplished. I had been fucked by a man who was probably my age, and additionally I fucked a man somewhat younger than my age, making a cum deposit deep in the young guy's hole. I hope h the young man again. He was a newbie for me as I hadn't ever before seen him at Steamworks Toronto. So it was sweet and salty night. Cheers! Read1

Did the sauna/bathouse yesterday,quite busy at lunchtime. got a new bottle of poppers, really lubed my arse good and proper, had a few sucks in the shower whilst showering, love shower sex. later went into the steam room, found my favourite corner angles seat, i positioned myself on my knees on both corners face in the corner alcove and exposed my hole completely, not long before i felt hands on, touching me, feeling my arse, balls cock, i love that pre fuck feeling, the anticipation, the darkness and the steam, the smell of sex and spunk, mans sweat and poppers, then i felt a dick started to slide inside my hole, straight up and hard, balls slapping against mine, cum quick, pulled out, that was all it needed strange fingers probing my hole feeling the spunk and then just entering my arse, i had my poppers to hand, no clue as to what they look like, i counted 7 cocks entering my arse, i felt under at every cock whilst they were in me and not one condom was worn, just pure bsre dicks fucking and shooting their cum in me, great time.

Awhile ago there was a local park where guys would hookup. I went one early evening and saw a decent guy and I started sucking dick dick bent over. H kept holding my head and fucking my mouth, then asked me to drop my pants and fingered my hole. After awhile I heard someone approach and I just kept sucking my guy, then felt someone lick my hole then slide their dick inside. The 2 tops were whispering something to each other as I got both dicks in both ends. The fucker came shortly deep, slowly pulled out, then another dick appeared and got fucked again, more roughly. I took 4 loads up my ass, two in my mouth by the same guy. When I finally stood up and walked around I didn't see anyone who I would've been interested in having fuck me but they probably all did. That was a hot thought knowing they all probably used me like some slut.

Bf and I have been going to the new gym for a month now. We have been talking about having sex in the shower but never had the guts to do it, nor shower in the same stall (is it even legal for a couple to shower together?) He always try to get attention and find out who are checking us out at the gym where he will use an excuse to show me how to use the machine. So, I have noticed this middle eastern college guy has been checking us out by looking at the mirror, tall and muscular, straight acting. Finally, today he walked to us and ask my bf if he can help him with the weights, after that we split and didnt see him. Tonight, my plan was to 'seduce' my bf in the shower and hoping we will make our dream comes true. So i went into the shower and let the shower curtain slightly open so that he knows where am i. the moment i pulled the curtain, i saw the middle eastern guy diagonally across from my stall and i can pretty much see his naked body and he nodded and smiled. i returned and get myself wet. Then i heard someone pull my curtain followed by hands holding me from my back. i felt his hard cock, hairy hands, lips on my neck. he's definitely not my bf. He turned off the shower and whispered "Do you think your bf will be jealous if he finds us in here?" I was debating if i should stop or say something but he has started kissing me, turned me around and pressed me against the wall. it is hard to resist such body. He's definitely not the first time doing this, his hand getting soap and stroke his cock and mine and i have erection so hard. without taking much time, he lifted up my leg, slide up easily with the soap. it felt so good and it didnt take long, we kissed and he pushed all the way and cum in me and left. hmm, i felt bad but have another round of hot sex with bf in our bed...

Part 2. Chris tried to open his mouth as wide as he could before he put his lips around the head of Jay's big black cock while he held the smoke in his lung . But Jays cock had a big mushroom head and Chris ran out of breath before he got the whole head in his mouth and blew out the white cloud smoke before he could get it all in his mouth. Jay told Chris to stretch his jaw few times before he gave him the second hit. It helped Chris to stretch his mouth wider and second time his lips were wrapped around the underside of the mushroom when he exhaled the cloud. As the white cloud started to fade away, Chris looked up at Jays face for further instructions. Jay told Chris to stick his tongue out and saliva started pour out of chris's mouth and ran down the shaft of Jays cock. Jay told Chris to keep looking up at him as he grabbed Chris head with one hand and started to push it down to make Chris take more of his cock. At first Jay pushed Chris head gently as he urged Chris to take more of his cock with each push. Around half way, Jay felt chris' throat tightening around his cock to signal gag reflex and Jay used both of his hands to roughly push chris' head down to his crotch. Surprisingly Chris kept his teeth out of the way even during this assault of his throat and Jay was pleased by that. When Chris nose hit the thick wiry public hair, Jay kept him down there while Chris struggled to push and gagged on his cock. Jay felt the wet tight throat muscle squeezing ar poo under his shaft uncontrollably for few minutes but it stooped as Chris conditioned his throat to relax. Jay held Chris down for almost a minute before he let him go and watched Chris face all wet with tear, sweat, saliva and mucus. After Chris started to breath more regularly Jay fed him the third hit of the bong and told him to go all the way down before exhaling. Chris did just as he was told and Jay was surprised how quickly the boy was learning to deep throat his big cock. "Dann, u r such a good cock sucker. Are you sure you've never done it before, slut?" Jay started to tease Chris while he held his head down on the base of his cock. Chris felt his face burning with embarrassment but at the same time he felt somewhat proud that he learned to sick his first cock so fast. Jay let go of Chris head and told him to stay down and choke on his cock til he tells him to stop. Chris pulled back after few seconds and Jay slapped him hard couple of times. "Bitch, I told u to stay down til I tell u to stop." Chris felt humiliated and his whOle body felt hot. At first Chris thought it was from blushing but he started to feel different kind of heat all over his body like he's never felt before. As he choked himself on jays cock and kept pushing his own face on jays public hair, he felt light headed from combination of the drugs and the lack of air. Jay started walk backwards slowly and told Chris to keep his cock in his mouth. He led the young boy to crawl after his cock on his knees to the bedroom.

Love getting piss loads and then getting fucked full of piss! Feels amazing

Sorry about the delay, but finding the spare time between work and finding enough dick, my calendar's a bit full. Hope it was at least worth some of the wait... Kelvin’s Graduation PART II – Conditioning Kelvin had never felt more alive he thought as he was sitting in physics class. For the last week and a half, he and Coach Foley had been meeting every afternoon with the sole intent of feeding Kelvin as much of Coach’s cum as possible. Kelvin glanced at the clock. Half-an-hour, which would probably feel more like an hour Kelvin thought and sighed. Already with just those passing thoughts, Kelvin felt his cock stir to life. After the first day, things had fallen into a pattern. Kelvin would arrive, they would down a Coke or two and shoot the shit for a little while. Coach would then look Kelvin in the eye and Kelvin would lower himself to his knees in front of Coach’s groin. A couple days in, Coach had instructed Kelvin to place his hands folded behind his back and look up into Coach’s face. Coach had referred to this as “Position Two” and told Kelvin whenever he said it, Kelvin should immediately be kneeling and waiting as described. Kelvin thought this unusual, but it obviously made Coach very happy when Kelvin complied – as Coach’s dick jumped to life when Kelvin took to his knees. Kelvin was just playing along with the commands, he didn’t even know what “Position One” was. What surprised Kelvin was that over the last couple of days, it wasn’t only Coach, but Kelvin himself, who was becoming hard when he heard the words “Position Two”. Yesterday, Coach had made Kelvin sit in the position for 10 minutes before he let Kelvin take his cock and cum. The entire time, Coach had been working his thick meat at Kelvin looked on. By the end, Kelvin could feel precum pooling at the tip of his head in anticipation. Coach also appeared to notice and gave Kelvin a big smile just before smoothly sliding his veiny monster all the way down Kelvin’s throat. Twenty-five minutes. Hell. Kelvin could now feel his boner aching and straining against its confinement. Kelvin had already dumped two loads this morning, one after waking up and one in between periods this morning. Already his balls felt full and ready for another session. With Coach Foley, he was only ever allowed to shoot a single load and only when Coach was done and told him he could. Kelvin was sure he could match Coach load for load if given the chance. The first few days, Kelvin had swallowed a single load from Coach and was allowed to release his own after that. One day, Coach had finished and Kelvin was waiting for the Coach to give him the go ahead but oddly Coach just sat with his partially deflated cock still lodged in Kelvin’s mouth. Coach rubbed Kelvin’s head and murmured, “From here on out, Kelvin, you’ll need to work on getting a second load out of me before you get to cum. You’re a good cocksucker right now, but you need to be a great cocksucker.” Coach locked his hand behind his head and leaned back, thrusting his dick further into Kelvin’s throat. “You want your own load? Better start working Coach’s dick then.” Kelvin dutifully started to work on Coach’s massive cock. Kelvin realized that getting a second load was going to take some work. He started paying attention to smaller details of sucking the Coach and picking up on non-verbal cues – a moan, a twitch of Coach’s coach, Coach’s hand ruffling the hair on Kelvin’s head – head finding the things Coach liked done to his cock while Kelvin experimented. By the end of their session that day, Kelvin had picked up a few tricks that he knew were getting a response out of Coach and was rewarded with a second load of Coach’s cum which he swallowed eagerly and seemed to taste even better than before. Coach smiled and once his balls were drained looked down and said, “Ok, Kelvin, time for you to show Coach how much you liked getting two loads from him.” With hardly a dozen pumps Kelvin was already shooting a massive load, his biggest one yet, and spewing cum all over the office floor. Kelvin collapsed at Coach’s feet, completely spent. “God,” smiled Coach Foley, “I knew you had it in you.” He patted Kelvin on his sweaty head and told him to get his ass to the showers so he wouldn’t miss his bus. Coach smiled as he watched Kelvin walk to his showers, and a glistening drop of precum formed on the head of his dick as his eyes silently raped Kelvin’s virgin ass. “Soon,” he thought, “That’s an ass that’s worth waiting for and while he won’t give it up quickly, when he does, it’ll be all mine for the taking and he’ll beg me to do it.” Fifteen minutes. Would this class never end? Kelvin’s cock was still at full attention and his day dreaming hadn’t actually helped things, just made matters worse. Yesterday, Kelvin had managed to get a third load out of Coach who was impressed with Kelvin’s skill after less than two weeks. Kelvin, as usual, drank in Coach’s praise hanging on every word. It was Coach’s voice he heard as he whacked off at home every day. Between home, school and his sessions with Coach he was pumping out at least 4 loads a day, sometimes even as many as 6. During his session before bed last night, Kelvin had been working his dick as usual during some porn, imagining instead that it was he and Coach Foley in the scene. In this scene, the top had been enjoying getting blown and suddenly reached around to the bottom’s ass and started to play with it moving his hand and fingers across the bottom’s round ass cheeks and finally finding the ring of his ass with his finger. Kelvin, caught up in the moment, followed the motions on the tape and soon found his finger on the rim of his own ass. Kelvin had not realized how sensitive the area was around there but as his finger swirled around the entrance he could feel sparks of pleasure work their way up to his stiffening cock each time he circled his pink hole. Wetting his fingers, Kelvin increased his rubbing and his cock responded by riding at full attention. After a few minutes, Kelvin pushed his finger against his ass and felt it give slightly. Kelvin could feel his dick responding to the attempt and once again, after wetting his finger, he began circling his ass with increasing pressure. There was resistance at first but as his finger massaged the circle he felt his hole relax and in one sudden moment his finger slipped inside causing a huge eruption to boil up in his balls and spurt cum wildly across his bathroom floor. “Holy shit,” thought Kelvin, “Now that was fucking intense.” He looked at the spunk covering the floor and sighed. Best to keep this little experiment to himself. A finger was one thing, but the thought of Coach’s huge shaft penetrating his ass made him shudder. However, if Kelvin had been honest with himself, he would have realized that the shudder was both from fear but also from a deeper, darker, lustful place. Five fucking minutes… The alarm on Coach’s cell phone went off playing the Pet Shop Boys, “Master and Servant.” Coach smiled as he turned off the alarm. Fifteen minutes until Kelvin was off and on his way down to the gym. Things had progressed nicely the last week and a half. Kelvin had been an eager learner and a quick study. Yesterday, after only a week and a half, he’d managed to pull three loads out of Coach’s balls. Not a record, but certainly a great start. Coach leaned back in his chair and grinned. Yes, everything was progressing as he had planned. This was the fun part, the step by step corruption of Kelvin with each step bringing him closer to begging for Coach’s load up his ass and the increased chance that Kelvin would be worthy to carry Coach’s viral DNA and to spread it far and wide. Sure, at this point he could problem just slam Kelvin and have free access to his ass as he spun through his first party with Tina, but that didn’t hold the same excitement as manipulating Kelvin slowly to his destiny. Well, today could be a game changer. Coach had decided that it was time to take the next step. It was time to see if Kelvin was willing to give Coach something valuable – control. Coach had been lucky this weekend as Zack had come home from school at Ole Miss and had wanted some time with Coach. Zack was as handsome as ever and had picked up a bit of Southern drawl. Zack’s brown hair and hairless, swimmer’s build wasn’t Coach’s first choice, he preferred thicker and hairier, but Zack’s ass had been perfection when he finally took it. After Zack arrived and after a shot or two of GHB-laced rum and cokes, Coach had Zack naked and ready to hop into the sling in Coach’s playroom. With Zack secured in the sling with wrist and ankle restraints in place. Coach went to grab some equipment. When he returned, Zack saw he was carrying two small zippered kits. Coach placed one on the table next to the sling and opened the other. Zack could see the familiar tourniquet and syringe that Coach kept for his boys. Coach examined the syringe and tapped it gently. Securing the tourniquet around Zack’s arm, he began searching for a vein and almost immediately found a good candidate. Coach could see the hunger in Zack’s eyes. “You want this, huh?” he asked. “Oh fuck yeah. Slam me, Coach,“ came Zack’s reply. Zack could feel his ass and balls tightening at the thought of the needle delivering its payload and washing over him. “Of course my boy, but remember our deal. You gave your body to me last year and it’s still mine. You’ll get your slam and I’ll get what I’m looking for, right?” Coach smiled. Zack nodded and was rewarded with the familiar pinch. His eyes followed Coach’s movements as the drawback created a small flash which slowly disappeared as the needle was depressed. After finishing and pulling the needle, Coach snapped the tourniquet off and the fuck fluid rushed through Zack’s veins making him cough and sending waves of heat through his body as it spread. Within a minute his eyes had glazed over and Coach could see the fluid working. Zack moaned in his restraints and briefly struggled, but the fuck fluid was doing its job and Zack was ready for the next step. Coach unzipped the second bag and took out its contents. Zack could barely make out what they were through the initial haze of the slam but saw a long tube and a plastic bag of some sort. Coach repositioned himself at the base of the sling. “Now this might hurt at first, but I’m going to need to collect some chemmed up piss from you and I don’t want to miss a drop. You see I’ve got a new boy and he’s going to get introduced to Tina soon and you’re my first step in that process,” Coach explained. Zack watched him coat the tubing with lube, but the tubing was so small, why would Coach even bother putting it up Zack’s ass. Zack had taken much larger before. He was startled as Coach grab the head of his penis and guided the tube down his urethra. Zack flinched with a combination of both pleasure and pain as the tube snaked its way up his penis. “This will make sure that we get every drop,” Coach smiled as he inflated the balloon on the catheter to keep it in place. As he placed the bag on a hook near the bottom of the sling Zack could see a small amount of amber fluid trickle into the bag. Coach came back to Zack’s head with a jug of water and a straw. “Drink up boy. I want a liter out of you by the time we’re done here,” he said as Coach slipped the straw in his mouth. And Coach always gets what he wants Coach thought to himself. Over the next few hours, Coach has administered 2 more slams and a few liters of water as Zack’s ass got worked over by Coach and some of his friend’s. By morning, Zack’s hole was raw and leaking cum and the bag had just about a liter of amber fluid in it. Disconnecting Zack, he got him showered and fed before sending him off into the morning. Zack would probably be up for a couple days after those slams and Coach smiled. Coach went and collected the Slam Piss and whistled as he thought about his future plans. Coach snapped out of his memory and walked to the refrigerator. He was sporting solid wood after recalling his weekend and his balls ached for release. Adjusting himself for comfort, he leaned over and pulled out a Gatorade and small bottle of an amber colored fluid. With a little extra flavoring from one of those squeeze bottles you added to water to make it flavored Kelvin would be introduced to a new energy drink, one Coach was sure he’d come to love. It had been difficult, but Kelvin had done his best to walk normally to the gym without appearing rushed, but had probably failed. He wound his way through the locker room back to Coach’s office where he found Coach seated at his desk. When Kelvin walked in Coach looked him up and down and motioned for him to grab a seat. This wasn’t how things normally went and Kelvin was a bit caught off guard. Coach began, “Kelvin, it’s time we talked a little. Things have been going really well and you’ve taken to cock sucking like a pro. Three loads yesterday was pretty damn hot.” Kelvin smiled at the acknowledgment. “It’s been almost two weeks and it’s time we actually got some work done. I signed you out of your periods for an independent study here so I need to make sure you do some work.” Coach noted that Kelvin looked confused by the comment and explained, “We’re going to start your weight training today. I need to make sure you’re getting your daily workouts and keeping in shape. I’ll need you to pay attention and work hard. Oh, and don’t worry, I don’t intend to forget the part of the workout we’ve already been practicing.” Coach winked at Kelvin. “Ok,” started Coach, “first things first. When you come down here in the future I want you to get undressed in the locker room and present yourself in your jock to me for inspection. You’ll stand with your feet shoulder length apart and hands folded behind your back. You’re to keep your gaze straight ahead no matter what. This is Position One, if you were wondering. Whenever you hear me say that, I expect to see you standing at attention. Do we understand each other?” Kelvin nodded. “Good, now go out there and get undressed and show me you can follow directions.” Kelvin got up from the chair and quickly shed his clothes and donned one of the black jockstraps Coach had given him last week. He hurried into the office and stood as Coach had instructed. Coach got up and looked him over. Once satisfied, Coach walked toward the small refrigerator and pulled something out. Kelvin moved his eyes and head slightly to get a better look and Coach caught the motion. “Eyes front and center, boy!,” Coach barked. “Did I not explain to you that your eyes were to lock straight ahead?” Kelvin stammered, “Yeah, I mean, no…Yes, Coach eyes straight ahead.” He snapped his neck back into place and looked straight ahead. Kelvin couldn’t see, but Coach smiled. Kelvin was learning and his desire to keep Coach happy and to swallow Coach’s cum were leading him right where Coach wanted. “So, since we’re changing things up to a workout, no more Cokes. Here on out, we’ll get you an energy drink to start each session. You can relax now,” Coach said and handed him a Gatorade bottle. “It’s my own special mixture of Gatorade and extra electrolytes to keep your body going.” The Gatorade was a yellowish green and looked a bit off but Kelvin shrugged and took it. “Oh,” continued Coach, “we’ll also be starting you on weekly testosterone shots but I’m not going to cycle you like your father did, I don’t want you to OD on the stuff or have your balls shrink away to peanuts. It’ll be just enough to keep your muscles intact and your energy level high.” It’ll also help keep you horny as hell Coach thought to himself. “OK, Coach,” responded Kelvin. He was a bit surprised by the whole change, but he had been hoping to get back to some lifting after slacking off the last couple of months, especially the last two weeks. “I think hitting the weights again is a great idea. I’ve been slacking off a bit and a little work would feel good.” “So we’re in agreement here,” said Coach. “Down that energy drink and meet me in the weight room. I’ve got it all set up for you. Just be careful, that drink’s got a bit of a pungent kick to it, kinda tastes like piss water, but it’s got everything a boy like you needs before a workout.” With that, Coach turned and headed to the weight room. Kelvin was left with the bottle of oddly colored Gatorade and took another look. The sickly color didn’t make it particularly appetizing. Kelvin opened the bottle and took a swig. He nearly choked at first before managing to swallow the vile liquid. It burned a bit when it hit his stomach. It was indeed pretty pungent although it had a ton of flavoring, which only succeeded in making it sweet AND pungent. Kelvin sighed and prepared himself. He took a deep breath and chugged down the remaining liquid. Chugging it was actually a good move as it didn’t stay in his mouth long enough to actually damage his taste buds. Kelvin took the empty bottle and tossed it in the trash and hurried off to the weight room. When Kelvin arrived Coach had started him on a circuit course of his own design. Kelvin was familiar with the concept and jumped right in. As the workout progressed Kelvin realized he was hotter and sweating more than usual. Instead of feeling increasingly exhausted, he felt as though his skin was electrified and he could feel every little brush of air against it. In addition, as Coach spotted him he could feel his cock stirring with the thought of Coach sliding down his throat leaving his thick manly deposit for Kelvin to swallow. He also felt a hunger, one which he tried to ignore, but he kept thinking about how it felt when his finger had popped into his ass and his breathing and sweating became more ragged. As Kelvin’s workout progressed Coach could see Kelvin slowly coming under the effects of the Slam piss. The sweating, the spontaneous hard-ons, the rapid breathing and quickening reps all gave away the existence of the Tina working through Kelvin’s veins. Coach also knew that under these more physical signs, Kelvin’s lust was building and Coach was thinking he was going to get a pretty damn good blowjob after the workout today. Let’s see if Kelvin enjoyed his surprise as much. Kelvin kicked out the last circuit in record time and followed Coach into his office. His pulse and breathing were rapid but he wasn’t really tired, not like after other workouts. Coach’s energy drink must be damn good he thought to himself. Once in the office Coach looked at Kelvin. “Position One!” Coach Foley commanded and Kelvin quickly stiffened to attention. “Good to know nothing’s wrong with your memory, Kelvin,” coached acknowledged. “Now we need to have another little talk. I agreed that we wouldn’t do anything you didn’t agree to and I intend to keep my word on that. I am, however, a bit concerned that despite all the cum I’ve fed you, you’ve been dumping it out faster than I can replace it. I want your insides swimming with my cum and it’s not to be wasted. I’m giving you a gift that will help you grow into a man and I hope you appreciate that.” Kelvin was pretty sure that physiologically, none of that was really happening, it was more a metaphor but the thought of Coach filling him with cum which would make him into a man was pretty damn hot. His mouth watered at the thought of being wrapped around the Coach’s cock again. Kelvin nodded that he agreed, “Yeah, I’ve been shooting loads about 4-6 times a day including the one here with you Coach.” “So,” started Coach, “Do value Coach’s cum enough to abstain from spilling it?” Kelvin nodded. “OK, let’s see how committed you really are to that.” Coach moved to Kelvin’s side and out of his line of sight. He was dying to know what Coach was up to but also afraid to get caught stealing a look. Suddenly Coach came back into his field of vision right next to him and moved in front of Kelvin. He was holding something, but it was just out of Kelvin’s sight. Coach kneeled down in front of Kelvin and Kelvin’s dick sprang to life at the thought of Coach possibly sucking his dick. Suddenly though he felt ice cold on his balls and felt them pull back up into his body and his shaft shrink. “Coach ain’t ever going down on you boy so get that thought out of your mind,” Coach growled. “Now keep those eyes locked straight.” He could feel coach pulling on his dick and cold metal being slid over it occasionally pinching him. He winced but kept his face forward. In a few minutes, Coach had finished and took a step back. “Ok, Kelvin, take a look. Let me know if this is what you want. If you decide not then you can walk out of here and continue on with your life. We’ll halt all this and you can go back to study hall. If you decide it is, we’ll continue working on your conditioning,“ Coach explained as he took a step away. Kelvin looked down to see his dick wrapped in a metal ring at the base of his dick and his balls held between that and what could only be described as a curved cage surrounding his shaft. The device was snug but not particularly painful. It was readily apparent to Kelvin that any chance of an erection in this would be impossible. Coach was right, Kelvin would be spilling none of Coach’s seed with this in place. Kelvin also noticed a small unlocked lock at the top of the device. He finally looked at Coach, who stood there with the key in hand. “So, Kelvin. What’s it going to be?” Coach asked. “Just remember our arrangement, if you agree, I get to choose when and how long you stay caged. I could lock you up and throw away the key and leave you stuck in your cage. What’s it going to be, boy? Yes or No?” Kelvin’s mind reeled. This wasn’t the way he had seen things going, this was not what he had planned. He should just get up and walk out. This was crazy! Who would agree to get his dick locked up? “You would,” came a voice from a dark and forgotten place inside Kelvin, “Coach has given and is giving you everything you could’ve hoped for over the last week and half. Your life has gone from merely existing day to day to days filled with excitement and anticipation. Coach Foley has unlocked a new world for you and all he wants is for you to show you value that by locking away your own base needs.” Kelvin was sure he could feel each bead of sweat in his face. The voice continued, “Besi des, it’s not as if you’re really looking forward to the orgasm you have after sucking Coach off. It’s a nice benefit, but if you’re honest with yourself what fuels your anticipation is your desire to get Coach Foley off. To be the thing that he desires so much that he feeds you the essence of life straight from his balls.” Kelvin knew he was standing on the edge of a veritable abyss but knew what he had to do. “Go ahead Coach, lock it up.”

Happy new year cocksuckers

It wasn't bareback (mostly), but my two of my friends and I (we're all bottoms) had a contest on who could get fucked the most during spring break in Mexico. The proof was how many cum filled condoms we had. Our suitcases was filled with sex toys, condoms, lube, and hardly anything else. We stayed at a gay resort that was known for its wild night life in the surrounding town. At the end of the week, I came in a distant second at 27 used condoms, including 7 that was torn. A few of them was used but I had to scoop cum out of my ass or spit cum into the rubbers because some wild tops took it off and we fucked raw and they came in me or I finished them off orally. The best time was the second to the last night when my friend (who won with 42 condoms) invited a bunch of black French college guys to the room. I got nearly half of my condoms from that night/early morning. I was so sore the next day that I could only take two dicks the next day. The last one was especially hard because he was this out of control, insatiable thick-bodied Blatino top with a cock the size of a Monster energy drink can, who fucked me four times. He had a condom on at first but he kept going soft because the condom was too tight and he said it felt no bueno. As soon as he took it off and sank his dick in me balls deep, he was good to go. His dick was one of those that was firm but not super hard, so he could fuck me with all his weight behind it and it didn't hurt too much, although my anus was very tender and slightly bleeding. Because he was semi-hard,he wa able to snake his fuck meat deep past my S-curve and touch me in places very few could. After he was done, I scooped out handfuls of cum from my gaping hole, cum that was tinged with blood, filled four condoms, tied off the ends, and added them to the Ziplock bag holding my other trophies. The plane ride home was painful, trying to sit still with my ass on fire. I couldn't take any dicks in me for a week. I also contracted a (cureable) STD. My uber-slut friend who won caught three STDs and needed surgery for an extreme case of hemorrhoids. He later admitted that probably took way more dicks and that 42 was probably about 1/2 the number.

There are a lot of factors that affect your libido. A few easy things you can do to help with your libido and sexual performance: - Exercise - working out regularly helps increase blood flow, improve mood and energy/stamina. Also, lifting weights increases lean muscle mass which can increase testosterone levels. - Sleep - get a good eight hours a night as often as you can for better energy. - Mental health - depression/anxiety can affect your libido. If you suffer from these, talk to a doctor or therapist. - Limit porn/masturbation - "death grip syndrome" is real. Watching porn and jerking off frequently can negatively affect your desire for actual sex and your performance.

(Interlude: Frederico) I got called up by my fuckbuddy David to entertain some snobby top guy at his house tonight. I met David, John and Jorge a couple of years ago when I was on vacation down in a nude resort. I was only 23 at the time, incredibly shy, safe-sex only. At first we only chatted it up, went out to dinner a few times, just kind of got to know and like the guys personality-wise. Then I remember walking out of my room one day to see this young guy about my age bouncing on David's cock in the patio area. Turned on I walked around and was shocked to notice that there was no condom between them. While I stared wide-eyed, John came up from behind and started to message my shoulders and before I knew it I was bent over a patio chair taking loads from a string of guys whose faces I couldn't see. It was the hottest afternoon of my life. In particular I remember David walking up to me as I was bent over and kissing me, soothing me, making it feel like it was all going to be okay. I wouldn't say either of us fell in love or any of that other cliche crap, but we did form a bit of a bond that day that has persisted. We still call each other up from time to time, and I like topping him as much as taking his dick, which he doesn't get as much of as he needs. And while I'm probably way too young to be counted as one of their "daddy club" members, I consider myself an honorary accessory to many of their conquests. You see, each of the men is actually quite different once you get to know them. For John, it's all about straight-up domination. Twink is coming down off drugs and isn't in the mood to get fucked? Fill him up with more drugs and fuck him. Problem, solution. For Jorge it's all some sort of elaborate seduction. He likes his conquests to fall in love with him, then make them realize that what they loved was the freedom and the sexual liberty he gave them. But David is different. For David, he views it as kind of a transformation of a boy into what he truly is. He particularly loves taking stuck up, deeply repressed boys and turning them into the cock- and ass- craving men they were meant to be. I guess that's why I like him. His agenda is about making people into who they truly are. As for me? I'm not all that deep, I suppose. I like sex, and I like drugs, I don't feel much need to apologize for either. Unlike a lot of boys my age, I know how to handle my drugs, too. No more than once a week, never get so high I lose control, etc. I guess that's a gift of sorts. I actually hadn't had any real fun for a couple of weeks (or maybe over a month? God, was I getting boring?) Anyways, David texted me to come over and show this top guy the full treatment. That wasn't all that usual, actually. "The light treatment" meant standard seduction and mild depravity. That meant David was saving the best for himself, which was fine. "The usual treatment" meant bareback top and bottoming, some drugs, basically opening a boy up. "The full treatment" was code red. It meant ruin the bitch. It meant tonight I was the Picasso of fucking this kid up. Like any good artist, I gathered my tools and went to work. When I arrived at his place, I locked the door behind me and headed down to his playroom. The guy handcuffed to his bench was fucking ripped, with a dick that looked like it was probably formidable when stiff. He was also completely passed out. I opened up the bag I had brought with me and pulled out a needle and tourniquette. Sometimes David called me "the alchemist" because I had some really niche party drugs at my disposal, based partly on the connections I had made since my own conversion and partly on my own chemistry background. This one I called "Spin the Top," because it was a homebrew that typically had the effect of keeping someone hard while also making them desperately horny and usually piggish. This one had a little extra added to it: my own poz blood. Top boy was getting knocked up tonight, in more than one way. I did the work of injecting him while he slept, clearing out the tourniquette and putting the bag in a corner before unhandcuffing him and moving him towards the corner that was the open shower. After a quick douche and rinse of him, I dropped him on the wrestling matt, stripped off my own clothes and proceeded to fuck his ass with abandon. While I was doing this, I filmed most of it. At a few points he roused almost to consciousness in spite of the drugs. I would ask him if he liked it, how good it felt, etc. He would usually say, "Yeah," or something equally nondescript. Just enough to make anyone watching think he was a willing participant. It didn't take me long to drop my load in his ass, zooming in on the cum dripping out of him while he unconsciously squirmed about, which made it that much hotter. Then I carried him back over to the bench and bent him over on top of it. Still hard because of the drugs I had taken, I pushed inside him again, this time eliciting a moan of pain from him as he seemed to become more conscious. Holding myself there, I let out a wicked stream of piss inside his colon, flooding his insides to the point I thought he would be coughing some of it out. While I was doing this, David poked his head in the door and gave me a big, shit-eating grin before heading back upstairs to entertain his twink. When I finished, I rinsed David off before bending him over the bench again and adding a second load to his ass. This time it only took a minute or two; I was super worked up at what I was doing to this "top" and eager to get things moving. Using one of David's butt plugs to stop up Rick's ass and make sure my second load got planted, I then handcuffed him to the bench, arms and legs. I included some rope around his waise and thighs so he couldn't really move at all. By now he was starting to drift slowly towards consciousness. That was good, because the next part was going to hurt. I pulled out a portable tattoo needle from my bag, plugged into a power outlet at one end of the wall and went to work on a big, bold biohazard tat below his navel. Bitch would never have sex again without him and his partner thinking about it. Halfway through it he woke up fully and started trying to struggle. Fortunately my previous drugs had paid off and he was stiff as a plank, dick sticking straight up in the air, so I lubed him up and sat on it for him. Initially he was trying to shout and protest, so I pulled out a gag from my bag and shut him up before riding his dick again. Pretty soon you could see the fight leave his body as his testosterone overcame his outrage, and he starting trying to thrust against me. Of course he couldn't because of how secure I had tied him down, but it was nice to know I had won him over to my team in more way than one. Pretty soon I felt him tense, and I could feel his cum shooting into my ass before seeping down and running over his dick below me. Too fucking bad I couldn't have a camera from that angle. That's when I heard the door behind me open again, and I turned my head to see David in sweats and the twink in a jock staring in to us. I made sure to give them a good view of Rick's cum as it seeped out of me and down onto him. David remarked that it looked like he (I didn't know which one of us) was having fun, and the kid said, "hot." Then they left us alone again. Rick seemed pretty awake by now, so I gave him a different shot this time, one to calm him down and maybe make him go to sleep. He drifted in and out of bliss while I finished the tattoo on his stomach and, admiring my handiwork, was just about to leave when I heard a phone vibrate. It wasn't mine, so I checked the jeans crumpled up against one wall only to find that Rick had just been sent a video of someone, I'm guessing his boyfriend, getting gangfucked and begging for strangers' cum at the resort. This was a pretty damn hot video, I have to say. So instead of leaving straight away, I used my knowhow of David's equipment to set up a feed of the video on the big screen in the dungeon. The video had two parts: one of Rick getting fucked and filled by me, and the other of his boyfriend getting gangbanged in the resort. I figured that would be a nice sort of thing to wake up to. I texted David that he had one fucked up boy to return home to, and to call me if he needed me. Then I put on my clothes, packed my bag up and left him to his fate, tied up and asleep.

God, this party was bad. I mean, really, just the worst. I had only been here ten minutes and between the crappy house music and the wasted, barely-drinking age kids who thought they were being subtle about giving each other handjobs and doing lines of coke in the corners, I was ready to be gone. The only reason I was here was because my mate John had asked me to watch out for these two twinks, Sam and Rick, while he and Jorge got to fuck the shit out of Rick's "monogamous" boyfriend at the resort. What I wouldn't give to be there ruining his hole rather than here. Fortunately I had a couple of pics to go by and this club wasn't all that big. A word about me: I'm a lean, 42 yo African American man with an 8.5" dick, and probably the horniest guy that I know. I don't usually have too much problem seducing guys of all types into my bed. In fact, probably the biggest issue I have is that most guys who see my dick only want me to top them, and I love every position of sex with just about every flavor of guy. There are worse problems to have. I lived close by but had met the other guys in our little club cruising the resorts a few summers ago, and whenever they were in town we got together for the hunt. I had also notified one of my regular fuckbuddies to be on standby, since this seemed like a mission for two. After 45 tedious minutes of cruising the party I finally spotted Sam, the shy one, nursing a drink in one corner and looking crazy out of place. Damn, this kid was cute in that boyish, naive-looking sort of way. A kid like that should have been already taking his second or third load of the night bent over in one of the club bathrom stalls rather than standing around being awkard. That's okay: daddy's here to help. I made my way over to him with my biggest, "you're the only guy in the room for me" smile and introduced myself. The kid looked surprised at first, then his face probably turned about as red as his vodka-cranberry. My dick was already twitching at the thought of what I'd be doing to him later. After about ten minutes of me carrying a conversation, his friend showed back up. Where Sam was cute, Rick was hot but in that arrogant, way-too-aware of it sort of way. I immediately hated him. That only got worse when he basically ignored me even after his friend introduced us, and then five minutes later asked me to get him a drink like I was his damned waiter. Good, so the racist little fuck had this coming to him. I came back with new cocktail for Sam and a roofie-collada for Rick. Rick swallowed the whole thing back in nearly one gulp and started eyeing up the local meat, while I went back to sweet-talking Sam, feeling up his chest under his shirt, casually rubbing brushing my jeans up against him. His eyes went wide at that, and he felt down towards the bulge I was carrying with obvious surprise and desire. Between the attention, the lust and the alcohol, I had this one hooked, and he quickly accepted my invitation back to my place. Meanwhile, Rick was starting to act woozy, and I suggested to Sam that his friend was really drunk and he might need a safe place to crash for the night. I told him I had a spare bedroom and we could check in on him to make sure he was okay. Sam was obviously a little torn about hooking up while his friend was trashed, but my confidence and his own horniness won him over and soon I had them both packed in my car on the way to my place. I led Sam to my bedroom and told him to wait right there while I took care of his friend. I picked up Rick from the car and carried him down into my special basement while he slept, snoring lightly. The secret that a lot of these racist little fucks don't know is that I'm a chief legal officer for a corporation that you've heard of during the day, so I make more than my fair share of money. I could practically swim in the sallary they pay me there, so when it comes to indulging my fetishes I spare no expense. The play dungeon set up in my basement had tools for every possible fetish: a rimming seat, a bench with handcuffs, a wrestling mat, a corner shower with a drain and different hose attachments, a whipping post, a giant flat screen TV for porn and more toys than your average porn shop. I strapped Rick down to the bench and turned his head to the side, just to be safe. Then I called my fuckbuddy over, telling him the door would be unlocked and his "totaly top" prey was passed out and ready for him. With that, I went upstairs. Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed nervously. He had taken off his shoes and was pretty obviously uncertain if he should take the rest of his clothes off either. I sat down next to him and put my arms around him, kissing his ear at first, then his neck, and then bending him so that fell back on the bed I kissed all the way down over his shirt to where his pants buckle was. I kissed the bulge in his pants, and was pleasantly surprised. This kid was really packing some meat in those pants. Smiling, I started to undo his belt buckle, but he stopped me with a frown. "Is Rick okay?" "Yes," I smiled at him confidently. "I made sure he was in the right position and left some water for him if he needs any. He'll be fine." I went back to kissing his bulge while I unzipped his fly. "I just don't know how comfortable I am hooking up when he might be...oh..." he trailed off right at the point I put his newly liberated dick in my mouth, encircling the head with my tongue. It was at least 7.5 inches, and rock hard. Then I pulled it out and trailed my tongue up the base of his shaft all the way to the tip before teasing the underside and then giving it a kiss. "Tell you what, sexy. We can hang out for just a little bit and then go check on him to be sure. Does that sound okay?" "Yeah, that sounds okay." Now I took his balls in my mouth while I stroked his shaft, and he arched his back and let out a little moan. I lifted his legs up and smelled his ass, which was ripe from sweat. "Are you clean back here? Because I want to explore every inch of you with my tongue." He looked a little guilty at that. "Maybe I should take a shower, just to be sure." He tried to roll over and stand up, but he did so awkwardly and almost fell off the bed, which made me laugh. I went over to stand behind him and started kissing his neck again. "You need to relax, baby. Can I help you relax?" "What do you have in mind?" "Do you ever smoke? I have some really nice weed that will help you relax." "Uh, not usually. I guess I wouldn't mind." Perfect. I pulled out a joint from my drawer. This one was specially laced with Tina for a little extra kick. I always kept one on standby just in case. I also pulled out a couple of pills and a water bottle from the drawer and handed those to him too. "What are these?" He asked suspiciously. "Just vitamins. You'll feel better in the morning if you take them now after you've been drinking." He eyed them suspiciously at first, but when I popped back an identical set decided to go for it. Funny thing is that one of them was just a vitamin, and the other one was a boner pill, so there wasn't anything to suspicious about either one. The water had a little G in it, but so little you couldn't really taste it. Then I lit up the joint, taking a tiny puff myself and passing it to him. He took a long drag, coughing and then gulping down more of the water. I encouraged him to take a few more hits, and then steered him into the bathroom. At first he wanted to be alone to clean out, which is normally a good thing, but tonight I wasn't taking any chances. I took off his clothes, kissing him all the while as the drugs took effect. Then he started to strip off mine, which I let him. By the time we were both naked he was pushing himself up against me and moaning like a bitch in heat, obviously ready for anything. I turned on the shower, which was easily big enough for three, and steered him into it before stepping in myself. It had a built in-douche attachment, of course, and as I started to prep him he stopped me apologetically. "I, um...think I have to pee." "Do you baby?" I knelt down eye level with his now flaccid dick, sticking my tongue out til it just touched the underside of his head, and told him, "good. I'm ready for you." His eyes went wide, but then his head rolled back and soon he was bathing me in a stream of his piss. I swallowed a few gulps before guiding his dick so that his stream hit my face, my body and my dick. Then I pulled his dick back up to me mouth and completely enclosed it, taking the last of it down my throat and then resting his dick there. "How did that feel, sexy?" "Amazing." I moved directly under the water to rinse off, then pushed him down and asked him if he thought he could return the favor. He didn't seem to love the idea, but he knelt down anyway with his mouth closed. I have excellent prostate control, so I let a tiny stream hit his chest, and then a slightly bigger one over his shoulders and down to his dick before holding back again. "Open up your mouth, okay?" He shook his head. "Just open your mouth a little. You don't have to swallow, I just want to see you take it in a little, okay?" Feeling guilty that I had just done this for him, he opened up his mouth a tiny ways, and I aimed my stream for him. He spit it out almost immediately, but I pulled him back to dick and told him to keep trying. I finished off my piss in his mouth, and whie he didn't swallow any of it, he showed definite progress being able to take it. I stood him up and pushed him against the wall, kissing him and telling him how hot he was. By now he was putty, willing to do anything I wanted. After making sure we were both clean inside and out, we dried off and headed back into the bedroom. He asked for another hit of the joint, but right now I knew what his body chemistry was really craving. I asked him if he ever partied, to which he said he had heard of it but never tried. I pulled out a bowl and told him to open his mouth before lighting it, then told him to inhale gently. He did this a couple of times, sucking in sweet lungfulls and blowing them out in beautiful clouds of smoke. I took a single hit, wanting to make sure I staid stiff, and then bent him over the bed and ate him out like I was mining for buried treasure. His tight, beautiful ass surrounded a tight rosebud that puckered just slightly under my attention. Standing back up, I asked him if he wanted to play a game. "Yes, anything," he said, glassy-eyed and adoring. I pulled out a box from under the bed and pulled a soft rope from it. Guiding his hands and feet, I proceeded to tie him face-up and spread-eagled to the bed. I paused to admire my handiwork, then I put on some porn for him to watch and walked out of the room to go check downstairs. This was partially just to see what was going on, but also partly to freak Sam out a little. What I saw going on downstairs with Rick and my fuckbuddy almost made me shoot a load right there, but I mustered my discipline and headed back to the bedroom. He was lying there mesmerized at the bareback porn I had put on, one of those gangbang bottom ones where they zoom up on the loads leaking out of the bottom's ass before the next guy eats it out of him and fucks him some more. He turned to me and asked distractedly where I had gone. "Just checking on your friend. He's doing just fine." I sucked him back to full hardness and without further ado, squatted over his dick and slowly guided it into me, with just my spit as lube. "Oh, God!" he moaned loudly. "Um, are you... are you letting me fuck you raw?" he squawked in disbelief. "Yes, sexy. Isn't that how you want it? I want to feel your raw cock inside me. Just don't cum inside me, okay?" Ha, no better way to get someone to assume your status than telling them "not to cum inside you." It's like the magic words that gets about every single top to go bare. Of course, this kid was way more of a bottom than a top, but there was no denying he was enjoying himself. It was also clear there was no way he was lasting very long at all. I slid back up and then all the way back down on his dick, loving the friction it was creating inside me. Now, instead of the porn Sam was staring transfixed at the sight of his dick disappearing in and out of my ass, and I loved that too. I bent over enough so that I could stare into his eyes. "Tell me how much you love that ass sucking your dick down." "Oh fuck yes, I love how that ass eats up my cock. Your bare hole feels so good." I smiled at that, and pulled all the way off him, using his hands to poise his cock right at my entrance. "Maybe I should go get a condom, just to be safe." I could feel him straining, trying to thrust upwards, desperately horny to be back inside me. "Yeah, we should use a condom, only, just...let me be inside you a little bit longer first, okay?" I welcomed his head in just past my sphincter. "Are you sure, babe?" His moan was the only answer I needed. I slid all the way back down and then started riding him like a pony. "Just remember don't cum inside me, okay? You just feel so good this way. While I'm riding you I can fantasize about how deep you are inside me, and how hot it would be to feel your jizz spurting out inside me, covering my ass walls, then trickling out of me all day tomorrow. It's hot enough just to imagine it. Just let me know when you're close so I can pull out." By now Sam was incoherent and wild, making gutteral back of the throat sounds. As my pace increased so did his moaning, and I knew he was seconds away. The entire time I was egging him on about how hot the idea of him cumming in me was, and how I just wanted to picture it with him, and how good it would feel leaking out of me. His moans got sharp and I heard him start to mutter something that might have been, "I'm...I'm..." before he was lost to a scream and I could feel the jets of his jizz shoot deep inside my bowels. I didn't slow down my pace at all, but only rode him harder. He was coming so hard with the constant stimulation he looked in definite pain, until more than a minutes later the final spasms subsided and I could feel him going soft inside me. Trying hard to keep the wolfish leer off my face, I asked him, "What's the matter? I'm loving you fucking me so much. Just tell me when you're close so I can pull out, okay?" Now a guilty look washed over him, and he looked down and to the side as he whispered that he had already cum. "You WHAT?!" I asked, feigning outrage. Then I gave him a good, hard slap across the cheeks, enough to leave a sting without really hurting him. "I told you to let me know!" "I tried! I thought you realized it. I just couldn't...it was so..." As he talked I pulled all the way off of him, and immediately a giant glob of his jizz dripped down onto his softening dick. His eyes bulged watching it, and you can tell he was massively turned on by it, even if he was temporarily out of gas. "Does that turn you on? Good, because you're going to clean out the rest of my ass with that tongue of yours. This is what I get for trusting some little twink from the clubs like that!" I squatted over his face and began to push out, while he dutifully lapped up his spunk out of my ass like a pro. Then I pulled off his face and lay down next to him and gave him a hard kiss, each of us playing with the cum in his mouth until he finally swallowed it. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Really, you're sorry? Prove it." He looked confused. "For the next few days, you're my slave. You only call me sir. I say bark, you bark. I say jump, you jump. You owe me for lying to me you little bitch, and if you really want to make it up to me you'll pay me back in kind." The thought of being my sex slave for a couple of days caused his dick to twitch in a feeble attempt at coming back to life, and he gladly accepted, not having any idea what all I had in for him. I went back into my toy box and pulled out a special jockstrap. It's the kind that has a hard front and straps to fit it tightly at the waste but still leaving the ass exposed. Almost like a cross between a cup and a chastity belt, it's basically designed to keep a bottom from touching himself while leaving his ass exposed. I untied Sam from the bed and fitted it onto him, telling him that he would be wearing this for most of the rest of our time together as punishment for what he did. If he had to piss he would tell me and I would decide if he was allowed to take it off for that purpose (It had holes in it, so I didn't necessarily have to let him take it off if I didn't want to). Then I pulled on some sweats and a shirt and packed a bag with a couple of supplies. It was getting late by now, probably around 2am, but it was a nice warm night. "What are you doing?" I arched my eyebrow at him. "What are you doing, sir," he corrected. "We're taking a little field trip." As he started to reach for his clothers I told him, "no, you're going dressed exactly as you are." He looked nervous, so I handed him the pipe and told him to take another couple of hits to relax. He did gratefully, and the resistance left his body as his hormones reasserted themselves. "Where are we going?" "You'll see. Why don't we go down and check on your friend?" He nodded, and we both headed down. As Sam's eyes took in the dim light of the dungeon and saw what exactly was happening to his friend, his eyes went wide with shock. "Looks like he's enjoying himself," I remarked lightly. A little of Sam's remaining resistance rose up, like maybe he ought to be doing something about this, but finally he just said, "hot" and followed me down to my car. I was about to enjoy the fuck out of this.

Finally it’s Saturday, Hard On time. I awake sleepily nuzzled up tight to Ryan with legs tangled together, but wait, there’s more than two pairs of legs and why do I feel so “full”? “What the fuck?” I say out loud at the sudden realisation of what’s happening…. “Shhhh” says Tommy still gently fucking me, “just go with it bro” and as I relax impaling myself deeper onto his big cock mine springs to life and nudges Ryan’s hole, who stirs, turns, kisses me, “Good morning lover…nice alarm clock, or should I say alarm cock?” “Hi Tommy, enjoy my boi, just don’t make him cum, Justin’s got a big night ahead and we’ve not let him cum since he nailed Chris so his balls are full and ready to blow.” Ryan rolls off our bed saying, “I’m going to jump in the shower.” And as he goes to the en-suite Tommy maneuvers me onto all fours without pulling out or missing a beat and as he leans in to whisper dirty talk into my ear his trimmed ginger fur tickles my back. I’m squirming under him making my ass clamp even tighter around his fat mushroom head as my own cock bounces spraying precum all over the sheets but left forgotten. Tommy begins panting hard, slams harder still into me, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum” and even before he says it I know what’s coming as his beer can cock throbs and pulses deep in me as he floods my guts. “I’m cumming!” By the time we clean up Ryan has coffee and cereals ready. We plan the rest of the day, a few chores and a trip to the dry cleaners…as we’re rummaging through my pockets out pops a business card, “What’s this?” says Ryan not missing a thing. “Oh just a card of some dude who groped me on the tube the other day” I say as if it is an everyday occurrence as Ryan makes a play to snatch the card away to read it and after tussling me to the floor he has it. “Jeesus H Christ!” He exclaims and now has a big grin on his face. “You get picked up by Andy le fucking Gris, man I love you.” I hadn’t looked at the card when I put it in my pocket and now I’m thinking who is Andy le Gris? And before I can ask, “Wow…you know who this is; he’s the Vice President of the biggest publishers here in the UK…” Jumping to his feet Ryan is energised, “oh boy am I going to have fun with this piece of info. I think it’s time we got ourselves a new job! Hey we could have a party here…me the boys, you of course as bait and Mr VP, oh yeah this is going to be great.” Ryan pulls me to my feet grabbing me in a bear hug and showering me in kisses. “Is there no end to your talents babe?” The day drags, Ryan is busy thinking up ways to seduce AlG whilst Tommy and I watch rubbish TV. Liam and Ross return off shift and go straight to bed, “It’s going to be a long night.” As they rush off to their room. “Yeah lets gap some shut eye too” says Tommy ushering me into the bedroom where Ryan is on his ipad. “It’s sure gonna be a busy night, Mr. popular here has 112 guys lined up to fuck tonight.” My head spins as I process this information. “We need a plan for this event” continues Ryan as the three of us lie back on the bed. As a greedy bottom boy I’m a bit nervous about topping and how the hell am I going to squirt Poz cum into all these willing holes. I’m told Tommy here, Liam, Ross and of course my man Ryan will be on hand to help and wreck a few holes before I ram my leaking deathstick into the willing torn upholes. By the time they are finished talking tactics I have a raging hard on and in need of relief. Ryan notices and gently starts to rub my groin, “Easy boy, you’ll have plenty to choose from tonight.” After a few hours’ sleep I’m roused, “Grab your kit for tonight, pick up a holdall and we can head out for a beer or two before queueing to get in.” It’s dark by the time the 5 of us bundle out of our tower block, hail a taxi for Lambeth and decamp to a pub close to the venue. With a buzz from the occasion, the alcohol and all the horny guys on a mission to play in the club we kill time. As guys slope off to queue we join the chattering throng and queue and queue. Oh so slowly we shuffle forward adding to the anticipation and eventually get in and arrive at the admissions booth. Our bags are checked to see we have the right gear, membership ID is checked and we’re in, in a small dimly lit area outside the coat check, guys are stripping, Hard On is a famous leather cruise club with a hardcore reputation. I hardly know where to look, pills are being popped and hard cocks are everywhere as testosterone and sex fills the air. The music is loud, beats reverberating off the walls, guys squeeze into well used jocks, chaps, harnesses, leather, rubber, uniforms or just boots. I wriggle into my skimpy outfit thinking I have died and gone to piggy heaven! “C’ on stud the action is in the main halls, this is just the aperitif.” I’m dragged in a daze into the packed dance floor, the sound is banging and vaguely I make out the repeat lyrics, ‘head down, ass up, that’s the way we like to fuck!’ the music stops and a live sex show is introduced, two suited guys run onto the stage and start to make out, off come the jackets, one bends over as the other rips open the seat of his trousers to reveal a perfect tight ass and dives straight in rimming. In next to no time the guy is being fisted, then two arms are alternately pushed in and out and eventually he’s fucked too. I can’t believe what I am seeing. Guys all around are roaring their approval cheering and baying for more. Ryan and the boys drag me through the sweaty bodies, mostly near naked and from what I can see mostly are hot, beefy, muscled and tattoo’d as hands grab my nips, ass and cock. My nipples, hot wired to my cock get tweaked as a sea of hands explore’ fresh meat’ but I decline every invitation. My cock is now sooo hard and poking straight out of the folds of leather straps of my kilt meaning I get even more attention! Eventually we get to a less crowded room full of action. Inside are benches along one wall, lit by a dim light. After my eyes adjust, I notice maybe two dozen guys lounging on the benches, and in the middle rows of slings plus more benches with padded tops and a lower step, also padded. There’s a heady mix of sweat and cum filling my nostrils…I can’t wait to get started. Tommy, Liam and Ross gather round, “So what d’ya think?” I can barely speak as I watch Ryan talk to a fit guy, just in boots, loudly fucking a Twink in one of the slings. Above the sling chains clanking and the music from the main hall I can barely hear him as he shouts, “You ready for some POZ cock now I’ve opened you up?” The guys push me forward as the Twinks hole ejects “Boots’s” PA’d cock that still has pinkish strands of cum or precum linking the two together. The bottom’s puffy, purplish rosebud was pulsating, begging to be filled and from experience, I knew exactly how he was feeling, so I position myself as Ryan undoes my kilt, line my meaty head against his bud and I push in. There was a slight resistance and then the muscle gives way and I’m deep into his guts, pulling out then ramming in hard and I’m horny from not shooting my load for days. All the while the kid roars in pleasure. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes!" his head back rocking from side to side shouting. "Yeah! That's it, fucker! Fuck me! Use my fuckin' hole! POZ me!” Magic words as I start pounding, I’m moaning and sighing I turn my head and our eyes lock. I keep fucking him. It's an exciting sight to see the lust and joy on his face as I pound away drawing a crowd of men round us. I’m getting into this virbalisation game too, “You’d want me to plant my POZ seed in your cunt boi? I ask, not that he had a choice. "Oh yesss, I want you to cum deep inside of me." As he speaks he tightens his hole and it sends me over the edge, my pace picks up and I’m now ramming this hole like a madman. I cum intensely as he’s pulling on the sling chains making my dick deliver its dirty jizz way deep inside him. I’m breathing heavy with sweat dripping down my face but my still hard cock is rocking slowly in and out of his sloppy wet cunt allowing his hole to milk out every last drop of poison. "That's a seven day load" I say.as I finally slide out and it starts running from his hole. Needless to say that was the start of a LONG and hot night Men descend on the Twink and another cock rams in to work my dirty load further into his damaged rectum to start its conversion journey into his system. Yo Justin, way to go! Never knew you could be such an aggressive Top" says a beaming Ryan, “I can’t wait till you do that to me.” We kiss as he slips a Viagra into my mouth, “Just in case eh, now word is out your bitches are going to come running.” Ross has picked up a slim middle aged guy with thick hair and a full beard… I wonder has this guy seen my BBRTS ad or is he just good at guessing why we’re here? He is led to me like a lamb to slaughter, “Ross says your POZ ‘n I love to play with POZ fuckers.” Instantly he’s all over me kissing, tongue thrust in my mouth as he twist and turns my nipples, “You mate can make me do anything. I want you to fuck me." I grab his skanky jock, turn him around and lead him further into the room where it’s darker. Guys are fucking all around us making grunting sounds and the smell of pungent sweat, ass juice and cum fills the room. When we find a free padded bench he jumps on and rolls onto his back pulling his legs up to his chest, my fingers search for his hole which is already lubed or full of cum. I insert a couple of fingers withdraw and sniff, cum. He asks if he can lick it and as my finger push into his open mouth my slimy cock pops into his willing cunt. His hole spasms, as Ross next to me strokes the guy’s cock. "I'm really turned on watching you getting fucked and infected. I'd love to fuck your sloppy hole and make sure. Are you up for that?" says Ross. Apparently he is as his cock erupts, “Yeah. Fuck me and shoot another load of POZ cum in me." Ross scoops the cum into his hand and feeds it to the guy who licks his last Neg load from his fingers. I ram my dick into him again, fucking him as hard as the other guy earlier and as I pick up speed I feel my balls tighten and I shudder. I can feel my cock jerk and twitch feeling and warm wetness in his guts. I fall forward saying loudly, "Pozzing your ass.” I stood up, bent down, and licked the puddle of cum off the bench and tasted semen, assjuice and the coppery taste of blood, infected for sure! The guy turns to Ross, "Yes, do it. Make sure I'm knocked up." I leave them to it. Liam, Tommy and Ryan have a group of guys buzzing around them, hands all over one another twisting nipples; others were groping ass with fingers being inserted. I could hear them talk amongst themselves “mmmm…. nice ass, tight too”…”I can’t wait to drop my load in it”….”ummm you have a nice cock sucking mouth too” Someone smacks my ass hard, my cock got even harder if that’s possible, my inner voice tells me to get in there and I roughly push one guy down on to a bench, ass up face down, telling him to get on all 4s. A cock quickly found its way into his mouth and started throat fucking hard and brutal, he gags a bit, but mostly took it all as the guy rams his cock all the way down his throat. I was so into it all I shove straight in for maximum impact and dry fuck his hole in a horny spit roast. I didn’t take it slow and his ass opened up without issues…at the same time, I felt a cock at the base of my hole. I start backing my ass up on it, trying to get him to bottom out…I was in heaven. Soon one cock was stretching my hole, slamming into me, which in turn would push me forward hard into the bottom who in turn was deeper onto my cock as the guy face fucking rammed into his throat. It was so fucking hot. I was trembling I wanted to cum and have a load in me too. The man behind me started really pounding and I heard him say "here I cum boy!" and as he is blasting my insides pumping cum deep in my guts, it was too much for me as I clamp down on his cock mine is spraying copious amounts of hot toxic cum. It floods out so hard; I could feel it splash against the walls of the hole my poisoned jizz is buried in. My fucker pulls out, walks around and just pushes the other man out me and shoves his half-hard cum covered dick in my fuckee’s mouth. Wow! My ass was full of cum…I could feel it leaking down my ass and legs, as when the top pulled out a big gob of cum came out too, someone simply scooped it up and put it in my mouth, I licked that hand clean like a good boy. “Thank you Sir!” I’m saying and pretty soon, I felt someone eating my ass, it was tender from the pounding I just enjoyed, I was told to push out some more and I could feel that big load squeezing out, I then felt one hand on my chin, it lifted my face and our eyes locked…it was Ryan. He tells me to open wide, then he just spat the load he had feltched out into my mouth. I almost came again! Ryan must've signaled the others as Liam, Ross and Tommy switched places without speaking and home in on two guys kissing hard, making out, one in Chaps the other in bleachers with an all-around zip for easy access. It usually takes me a while to recover…it was either the Viagra or the fact I was so turned on knowing my cock was about to knowingly flood dirty cum into one of these two hotties. My friends were all over these two as Ryan bent down to suck the guy in the Chaps’ rock hard cock which must have been leaking a lot of salty precum, ‘coz Ryan was really going to town and instinctively moved his right hand between the guy’s legs and found his ass. He reacted by spreading his legs, giving more access and soon had three fingers inside his pre-lubed hole. “Mmmmmmmmm this fucker has come to play!” as he works more fingers in, Ryan slowly slid him down onto the nearby sling with his legs spreading wider and wider. In no time, Ryan had four fingers in his wet hole, and he was moaning like a bitch in heat! Tommy never one to miss an opportunity, soon had the zip undone as he guy reached back and spread his ass cheeks, “Go easy mate, I’m new to this….and Negative.” Upon hearing this Tommy grabbed the oozing head of his infected cock rubbed it up and down the guy’s crack and shoved in hard, "Oh fuck!" he moaned. "Great, isn't it?" his boyfriend says. "I knew you'd like cock, God knows, I do!" Ryan caught me watching and I soon felt his thick cock slide in and out of my hole, he whispers, “The guy Ross is fucking is a complete cock whore who loves to be fisted as well as fucked just watch.” He grabs my wrist and guides my hand onto Ross’s cock who nods letting me know that he wanted more. I slip a finger in as his cock slowly pushes in and withdraws slightly, Ryan pushed my second finger in and Ross pushes in again, “Ummmmmmmm, yeah, more” the guy is saying as Liam has him huffing on poppers. I let Ryan fold my thumb into the palm of my hand, and began rotating my wrist to find just the right angle as Ross continues to plow away. Liam has one nostril closed off as the guy takes a deep breath, and as he exhales, his fleshy hole relaxes more and bam my hand slid in! "Ohhhhhh fffuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkk!" he yelled, so loud everyone in the venue could hear. "You're a fucking pro, mate! Ryan says “Hey guys we found us a real pig!" It was clear this guy had played this game many times before as he shifted his body into a more comfortable position on the cheap foam linen bench as with my hand inside I could grab hold of Ross’s cock and wank him off deep inside the guys chute. The sensation was too much for Ross as he finally came, screaming out so loud no one could have missed it either. I felt his warm load gushing into my hand as he breathed heavily and sweat dripped from his face on to the guy’s chest. I feel Ross withdraw and Ryan slide right in, I rotate my arm and “Fuck yeah” is all the guys says as my man jackhammers into my palm he’s clearly enjoying fucking in public, facing a room full of guys mostly naked, it was just too exciting. Ryan cries out, “Cumming!” as the guy screams, “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah. Give it to me, give me that load” as Ryan shoots his dirty load deep inside. The guy takes a deep breath and exhales, pushing back on my greasy hand. There was a slight feeling of pressure, as the widest part of my hand passes over his stretched out sphincter. When my hand finally comes out along with Ryan’s still hard dick, I have to chuckle. "Fuck! How many loads you got up there, man?" he laughed. I could smell the distinct odor of warm cum as some precious cargo drips from his gaping hole. "Not enough!" he replies winking. As Ryan pushes his slimey cock into the guy’s mouth as I’m smearing the palm of my hand all over his face, marking him with his ass juice and our diseased cum. The next thing I see is Tommy who has finished fucking the boyfriend on his knees with his tongue and stubbly chin grazing on this guy’s sleazy hole pushing his tongue deep in the open hole, so he could get at what he wanted. "Mmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmm!" he grunted as his tongue dug deep sucking out a mouthful of cum which he shares with us all. I lost track of time, in this fuck fest World as tired, spent and deliciously sore we 5 finally head home.

“This room stinks of sex and sweat, let’s get you in the shower then we can have coffee and eggs.” Ryan threw back the duvet and I was shocked, a red stain had spread across the bottom sheet. “Looks like your hole got badly ripped in Simon’s brutal fucking, we’ll clean you up and see just how badly damaged you are.” “I’m Poz for sure?” I quizzed Ryan. “I’d bet on it..how are your gums?” I had forgotten the rough oral finger scratching to smear infected cum into my gums. Naively I asked “Why hurt and damage me so?” “To make sure IT takes, to free you, so you can play with us without fear, so you can go out in this big wide World and bareback who you want when you want, you know you love the feel of skin on skin and a hot load dripping from your cunt.” Ryan fiddles with the controls for a few seconds getting the temperature just right and bounds back into the bedroom as I gingerly get to my wobbly feet and promptly fall back on the bed tired, exhausted and mad as hell at Simon. “Here let me help you bro.” and in a swift movement Ryan has me on my feet and walks me to the steaming walk-in shower. “Stand here and let me soap you up and clean all this dried cum away.” . The water is raining down across his back and over his shoulders making tiny streams and rivulets that I watch mesmerized as they disappear in the valley of his ass crack. The hot water washes over my body and I close my eyes…I hear Ryan shuffle and kneels down in front of me, his hands gently work up a lather to softly cleanse my aching body. He’s lifting my cock, soaping the shaft and massaging my balls. And oh so slowly he turned me round to pay attention to my butt. I can't contain it any longer, “Hold me, and please just hold me.” He smiles up at me, stands and pulls me into a huge hug, leans forward is kissing my forehead. He whispers back to me "Sccch we’re all here for you, we love you". He reaches over my head and grabs the shampoo, stepping back a little he pours some into his hand rubbing 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. My emotions run riot. This is so intimate and so sensual that I can't help myself but start to get hard again. “I gonna try and wash your crack and hole, so just let me know if it hurts and I’ll stop.” His arms wrap around me holding me tight, hands soaping and caressing my butt cheeks, he leans forward and covers my lips with his own as the harder he kisses the more my erection raises up to slide under his balls…He’s squeezing his thighs together now slowly rocking backwards and forwards I’m really too shattered and overwhelmed but this sure feels good and I just want to enjoy this connection since I have no idea what's going to happen in the future. We stand like this for what feels like an eternity until I snap out of this bliss as Ryan turns off the shower and grabs the towels off the rack I automatically follow him out and he wraps the warm soft towel around me rubbing my back, chest and legs with it. He takes my hand and I follow him into his bedroom, Ryan falls into bed and pulls me close to him his rock hard cock brushes over my damaged opening, and in the process, of course, his precum slicks my hole I gasped, "Ryan..., I can't...." "Sshh. Justin it’s ok trust me.” I didn't want him to stop… and at that precise moment his cock head popped into my bruised hole. The sensation of Ryan’s thick long cock massaging my ass lips was more than I could take. I stopped trying to speak as Ryan held me tight and oh so gently rocked back and forth, working more of his cock and pre-cum into my hole. Pre-cum is flowing making the way easier for both of us and as he gently works all of his wonderful cock fully in and out of my ass I use one hand to pull his face to me and gently kiss his lips. It starts out soft like everything about this did but it quickly gets passionate swallow tongues and breathing hard eyes locked until he sees me wince as I push back a bit more then I should have done. "Easy baby” he purrs, “no need to rush and let me do all the work" I slowly pull back so just the crown is in my hole and feel him flex his cock so that the precum oozes out lubing my delicate ass. Ryan gasps "Oh my god that feels so good" He flexes his, squirts more precum as I slide an inch back on his cock. "Feel that baby" he says.”That's me lubing up your hole, that's my precum and my dna getting into you.” His other hand is caressing my chest, his lips have found my ears as he curls his tongue in and around an area I never knew was so sensitive. "Ryan, Oh…oh" I say squirming around, the hairs on the back of my neck rising and I have goosebumps as I spontaneously push back on his cock. "Ok Justin, here we go here's the last bit" He turns me around and faces me, his cock is in place…he grabs my hips and pushes in, not hard but with enough force …my eye's open wide and as he rams my prostate cum shoots out of my cock in hot globs all over my chest. He isn't cuming yet it’s just this love making has me soooo turned on, soooo sensual. “Wow…that… is… hot” Ryan says as he looks down smiling still see-sawing in and out I reward him with a dribble of cum on my stomach. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist pulling him in deeper, pummels me harder and stiffens up… he’s shuddering and my ass is milking his dick for all its worth. Then I feel it, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside me it feels like it’s never going to stop shooting his venom into my guts. I feel 1, 2, 3 maybe as many as 6 times shooting deep into my ass. In that moment I know it, I wrap my arms around his neck I’m kissing him and crying at the same time. "Hey Justin It’s ok…I'll take care of you" "I know” I stutter, “I…I…I” I’m looking straight at a biohazard tattoo I hadn’t really noticed before. He sees I’ve seen it "You know we’ll have to get you one of those don't you?"

Twins (Part 2) After a week of Jack visiting his brother Jeff one would think that the boys would be ready for a break. Actually Jeff couldn't wait to go to Jack's school. As soon as classes were done, they hopped in their cars and Jeff followed Jack the 6 hours back to his campus. Unlike Jeff, Jack lived in a 2 bedroom apartment with 2 other guys. The 2 were boyfriends but had an open relationship. One was Eric, a graduate student who was 24, 5'10", 150 pounds, curly blond hair, blue eyes and a 7" cock and his boyfriend was Miguel, a Latino who was 21, 5'8", slim build, 130 pounds, black hair , brown eyes and a 7 1/2" uncut cock. (Side note: On any given weekend there might be a few other guys around. Some poz, most were unsuspecting neg boys, gay, bi and the occasional drunk straight boy.) Jack had moved in with these 2 lovers at the beginning of his second semester. What Jeff was soon to find out was not only were these guys gay, but poz as well. These were the 2 guys who introduced a willing Jack to drugs and pozzed him. Now it was time for phase 2 of Jack's master plan and his roommates were going to assist him. No sooner did they arrive then Jeff was offered a drink and the 4 studs sat down to get acquainted. They spiked jacked Jeff's drink with a small amount of GHB, just enough to get him more pliable to what was going to be suggested. In no time Jeff was feeling the effects of the G as a (Tina laced) joint was being lit. They made sure that Jeff got more hits on the joint then anyone. Jeff was getting very horny, more horny then when he smoked the joint he and Jack shared the previous week. They could see the lust in Jeff's eyes as the Tina hit him. Eric put a porn on the living room plasma as he and Miguel began to make out. Jeff just watched the live action in front him and the porno as he felt more and more horny. Jack leaned in to kiss him and whisper to him, "Just let go and let what happens, happen." Jeff closed his eyes as Jack began to kiss and caress him. As Jack and Jeff made out Jack slowly stripped themselves down to their boxers while Eric was laying on top of a half naked Miguel. Jack got Jeff on his back so that he could not see what Eric and Miguel were about to do. While Jack and Jeff were grinding cock to cock, Jack slid Jeff's boxers down and made sure he was well positioned between Jeff's legs. Eric Reached in with a finger covered with Tina and Jack worked a little lube Miguel supplied around his unsuspecting brother's hole. Jack slipped his finger in for a few second then pulled it out only to have his finger replaced with Eric's Tina covered finger. Jack kept a tight lip lock on Jeff's mouth as Eric massaged the Tina into his hole. Jeff broke the kiss to tell Jack that his finger was stinging his hole. As the forced booty bump took its effect on Jeff he began to wiggle and move his ass further onto Eric's probing finger. Jeff had never felt so horny in his life. He looked up at Jack and said "I need to get fucked, now!" Jack looked back into his eyes and told him, "That's exactly what we plan on doing." as he slid his hard cock into his brother's (Tina) hungry hole. Jack just held his cock still in side his brother's hole and asked, "How does that feel? You like that dick in your hungry ass?" Jeff looked up and pleaded with Jeff, "I need to get fucked, I need you to pound my hole." Jack answered back, "I know you need to be fucked, that you need to have your hole pounded. I can tell you are liking the Tina Eric slipped into your ass." Jeff was a little shocked, then he relaxed and let the booty pump take control as he asked Jack, "Why did you do that to me?" Jack asked "You liked the joints we smoked?" Jeff nodded yes. Jack informed him that they were laced with Tina and he had already experienced the sexual high from them. He wanted Jeff to experience the full effects that Tina can provide when fucking. With that done Jack began to pound away at Jeff's hungry hole as Eric and Miguel disappeared to fix slams for everyone. When Eric and Miguel returned Jack pulled his cock out of his brother's hole and just held him down. Jeff pleaded for Jack to continue fucking him crying out "I need your dick in side me bro, please???" Jack looked down at Jeff and asked, "How bad do you want to be fucked bro?" Jeff answered "Bro I need to be fucked now." The brothers looked at each other for a few minute, Jeff trying to move his ass onto his brother's cock and his brother holding him down so he couldn't really do any thing. Jeff then said, "I'll do any thing you want me to to get that cock of yours in side me." Jack answered back, "Any thing? Are you sure?" Jeff thought for a moment as he felt the hunger growing in himself and said "Yes, any thing." Jack signaled for Eric and Miguel to proceed and began to inform his brother what was about to happen. As Jack spoke he continued to hold Jeff down tightly, and now with help from Eric and Miguel, they prepared Jeff for his first slam, Jack told his brother, "I can tell that you enjoyed the Tina, am I right?" Jeff nodded a yes. Jack continued, "I knew it. Now you are going to feel the greatest high as we slam or inject Tina directly into your vein. Not to worry, Miguel is a nursing student and is very good with needles. He taught me to slam as I will teach you. Ready or not, it's going to happen." Jeff shook his head yes again and closed his eyes. Jack told his brother to open his eyes, he needs to see what is happening. Jeff opened his eyes and looked up at his brother. He saw a look of love from his brother that seemed to comfort him. That look let Jeff relax as Miguel began to move in. Jack said, "Watch as your life is going to change from this point on, after this week you will be craving cock and cum more then you will ever know." Jeff appeared relaxed, but as he looked over at his arm to watch as Miguel stuck the needle in his vein, he felt a wave a panic wash over him as he felt the poke of the needle in his arm. Although Jeff felt panicky he never jerked or moved his arm. Jeff just watched as Miguel first pulled back on the plunger getting a bit of his blood in the clear liquid to make sure he hit the vein. The he watched as Miguel pushed down on the plunger and the blood and clear liquid disappeared into his arm. The panic Jeff was feeling was quickly replaced with a rush of warmth and a strong cough. That's when Jack knew the slam had hit his brother. Jack slid his cock back into his brother as Miguel then gave him a slam. Jack leaned his head back as he felt the effects and let out his own cough. As the drugs took effect the brothers looked into each others eyes as Jack began to passionately fuck his brother. Jack's plan was almost complete. The last step was for his brother to willingly get fucked and seeded by his roommates. "Jeff, I know you haven't had as much sex as I have and that any time you did you used a condom because you were afraid of getting the bug. " Jack said as he began to prepare his brother mentally for what was happening in his body, already being seeded with his own poz loads the week before as Jack was sliding his cock in and out of his brother's hole. Jeff continued, "The bug is a wonderful thing to have, it is a gift, a gift I received from Eric and Miguel, one I have and have already shared with you. I know you will recognize the freedom and power this gift will give you." As Jeff was feeling the high from the slam he attempted to process what Jack had just said. "Did you give me HIV Jack?" Jack only nodded yes. The slam was in full effect as Jeff processed what his brother had told him and with the meth and his brothers DNA already moving through his body he threw his head back and begged for Jack to pound his hole and give him his seed. Jack wasted no time in starting his assault on his brother's hole as Eric and Miguel watched. Jack fucked his brother with all his might and strength. Jeff just moaned and begged for Jack to seed his ass again, "Cum in side me bro, give me more of your DNA." Jeff was understanding what the gift meant, freedom to fuck without using condoms and gifting others like he has been gifted. Jack grunted out, "Oh Jeff I'm going to cum. Are you ready for another one of my charged loads?" Jeff cried out, "Give it to me bro, give me your poz load."