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Part 4 A hard slap to my face brought me back from the dark, Tom was still on top of me, my arms still tied and my ass burning with pain. I wasn’t dreaming. “Fuck boy don’t quit on me now, you were doing so well” I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Tom was buried deep inside me, tearing my barely lubed hole with every flex of his cock as he began to slid in and out of me. “You’re going to be mine, whether you want it or not. I’m going to breed you so deep you’ll taste my seed.” Breed? Did he mean cum in me. Apart from the 2 times a condom has broken, I’ve never had anyone cum in me. “Please…no” I begged Tom didn’t listen, he grabbed the poppers, took a huff and then forced me to do the same. My body rushed and I almost enjoyed him fucking me, I even got a semi. “There you go boy, enjoy Daddy’s cock. If you do well I might let you cum your last clean load.” I didn’t know what Tom meant by that but he had started to pick up the pace. The pleasure quickly turned to pain again as he slid further out and in, each time slamming all 12 inches deeper inside me. I could feel a trickle of blood running down my ass cheek. “Tell me what you want Boy” “I… er… please… no more” Tom slapped me hard and looked me dead in the eyes, his piercing blue eyes stirred my cock. “Tell Daddy you want him cum, the longer you take, the harder I fuck…and I’m being gentle with you boy” I gulped and resigned myself to the thought that if I tell him what he wants then it will be over with sooner and I could make my escape. “I…want your cum….” He stared at me as he slammed harder than before “Try again boy” “Give me your cum … Daddy” As soon as the word ‘daddy’ passed from my lips Tom slammed completely inside me and I felt his cock pulse ribbons of hot cum deep inside me. It felt like hot lava, burning me from the inside. The entire time he didn’t make a sound but just stared deep into my eyes. He leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, I wanted to fight back but felt lost in the embrace. Did I enjoy it? Had I really called this man ‘Daddy’, and been turned on by it? Tom broke our kiss and slid from my hole in one quick motion, I could see the blood and cum stained cock slowly soften as he stood from the bed. “Clean me up Boy, Daddy’s doesn't want ‘boy juice’ on his $200 suit” I hesitated and then realised he meant for me to suck him off. He walked towards me and I had no choice but to open my mouth. I could taste the bitterness of blood and the faint saltiness of his cum as he tried to force his cock down my throat. “Good boy. A couple more loads from me should do it and then you’ll truly be mine” I still didn’t really know what he meant by that and I was still curious as to why he always had his clothes on. But by the end of the weekend I would know everything about my new Daddy.

It was hard to concentrate on my geometry homework, I kept looking at the invite, and finally I went over to my bulletin board and circled the date Tuesday June 5th 1973. My brother Bud would be coming home from college during the Memorial Day weekend just in time for my graduation ceremony, I was looking forward to seeing him again. Bud and I were close but shortly after his camping fishing trip he started hanging out more with my cousin Cole who lived about a half mile away, sure they would include me in movie nights and such but I felt like I was drifting away from my middle brother. Then Bud got accepted to Miami state University and was soon whisked away with college life, just like Cameron when he got accepted to NYU a year earlier, even though Cameron and Bud were just over a year apart in age Bud gravitated towards me as we held similar interest. I was excited on many fronts that evening and when I went down for dinner was gleaming and giddy, Mom put out dinner and we all dug in, Dad kept glancing my way with that all knowing smile on his face. It was just the three of us that night but between that evening and Memorial day Gramps came over frequently to help dad prepare for the camping trip, what little I could discern of their conversations it was what tackle to bring, what the weather was forecast for the area around the cabin and other non-useful to me subjects of conversation, no hint of what might be really planned for the trip. My family had been going up to the Madison Family Cabin for years, my first recollections of summer vacations were at the cabin. It was a monstrosity of a building five bedrooms, three baths (now) and a large great room in the middle of it all, adjacent to the enormous kitchen. It had been built by my Great-Great Grandfather Madison three quarters of a century before, so that the family would have a retreat from the daily trivialities of the times. It had a large closet stocked with games and was set on a large plot of land adjacent to a lake, very private and secluded, what a wealthy family would prefer. My Great-Great Grandfather started the business and had become well off in spite of the economic turmoil of the day. He was also responsible of starting these annual pilgrimages of Father-Son camping trips. The weeks leading up to Memorial day were agonizing, with finals and preparing for graduation, and then realizing I would soon lose some of my privacy for the summer with Bud coming home I began beating off franticly attempting to relieve the anxiety and sexual tensions I had been feeling especially around the mail room, with my cousins beginning to really turn me on scampering around, and Hamilton only got sexier as he developed into a hot jock boy. I finished up my finals on a Wednesday and cruised through an easy Thursday rehearsal for graduation before heading home to kick back and jerk off before having to go put in some hours in the mailroom, where I now oversaw 6 of my cousins sorting incoming mail orders and scheduling postal pick-ups for outgoing packages, we only handled the smallest of them so it wasn’t that big of a deal. That Thursday as I sat contemplating the week to come I noticed that Hamilton and one of the younger cousins had disappeared, I got up and wandered back into the rows of shelving to find him in a close embrace with Hector my 16 year old cousin making out and oblivious to their being caught, I cleared my throat and they broke apart, Hector acting very nervous and Hamilton grinning “Found another one that likes to be kissing cousins Thom” I just shook my head, Hamilton was such a tease, in just over a year I’d be seeing him at the camp out, and maybe we could sneak off together and make out I thought. He was after all a really good kisser. The next morning I had planned to sleep in as graduation wasn’t till 2pm and I had the day off from work because of the celebration the family was throwing for me and 4 of my cousins who were also graduating. I was deep in a wonderful dream where I was kissing and fondling one of my older cousins when “whoop” a body landed on my bed, actually it was a good thing as I was rock hard and dripping precum into my pajamas and had been left alone most likely shot a huge load in a great wet dream. “hey little bro I’m home” it was Bud pouncing on me and waking me up, he pulled back the covers and smirked in an effort to get me up he found me “up”, a large wet spot not only on my pajamas but on the sheets below, he smirked that ever knowing smirk and pulled me up my rock hard cock leading the way to the bath room as he stripped my pajama bottoms off me and tossed me into the already running shower, it wasn’t extremely cold but it was brisker than I generally enjoyed, my hard on subsided as my brother just smirked, he had knowledge and lust in his eyes as he stripped down, jumped in and soaped up my body then flipped me around to rinse the suds, I was a bit shocked although we routinely had bathed together just a year or so earlier, to save water and hell we were brothers after all. I got out and toweled off he continued cleaning as if this was common place for him, then exited and shut off the water before beginning to towel himself dry. I couldn’t help to notice he had filled out in his first year of University, he was more athletic if that was even possible, after all he was the star Wide receiver for our High School football team just 2 years ago, but he was manlier now, I couldn’t put my finger on it but he had somehow changed while away at school. We both were dry and he threw some underwear and shorts at me, before reaching into his dresser and pulling out a tee shirt and shorts for himself, I noticed he didn’t bother with his usual boxers, he was going commando today, I just chuckled to myself and slipped on my boxer briefs then donned my shorts and white tee shirt. I looked in the mirror and thought how sexy I looked today, and to be able to hang with my middle brother made me stand even taller. Bud was my cheerleader at Graduation, he led the family in whoops and hollers when I took my diploma and he was the loudest in the crowd when my honors and accomplishments were read for all to hear. He also worked hard to get me buzzed at the family celebration that evening even though he paid almost as much attention to Cole and his little brother, Sam who graduated with me, and to my other three newly graduated members of the Madison clan, Paul, Mike, and Chester, who would also be joining us at the campout in just 4 days. I liked Sam, Paul, Mike and Chester, the first three played on my Football squad and Sam and Mike played Baseball with me, Chester was in band and Paul had joined the pep squad in the spring to cheer our team on. We were a happy clan, and most likely to get happier in the times ahead. As the evening wore down Cameron came over to hang with the graduates, joking about how much fun we would be having on the trip to the cabin, then the 8 of us moseyed towards the back of the park and Cameron and Bud each produced a joint lit them up and passed them around, by the time the last of the weed was smoked all of us 18 year olds were pretty buzzed, Cameron, Bud and Cole exchanged glances as they could tell the weed had also the effect of making us very horny “Hey guys we better make it back to the main party before someone misses us” Cameron exclaimed, then we made our way back to the main area of the park. Each of us grads cut a cake and everyone ate some in honor of our achievements, Cole and Bud plied us with a little more beer, to keep our buzz going and as midnight was getting closer the crowd thinned out and we all made our way back to our respective abodes. I had slept with Bud’s bed empty for almost a year, having the room all to myself, but tonight Bud accompanied me to the bed room that we had shared throughout our youth. Bud closed the door and we could hear Cameron next door prepping for bed as well. I was still a little buzzed when Bud put his arms around me “I love you little bro, you can always count on me to be there for you” He lifted my tee shirt over my head and held my arms there trapped in the fabric as he turned me around to face him and planted a hot wet kiss on my lips. He started making out with me and soon had me down to my briefs and socks. I figured he was buzzed as well and just went with it, it feeling so good to have him hold my nearly naked body next to his as he removed his tee shirt and shorts, kicking off his sneakers and somehow removing his socks without breaking our embrace. I was melting in my middle brothers arms and I felt a love that would endure. Bud was strong as he lifted me onto my bed and laid me down, lying beside me we continued to cuddle and kiss, I could not feel any closer to my brother than I was at that moment. We lay there embraced when I realized Bud had gone commando all day and now was pressed up against me with just my briefs separating his naked body from my brief clad one. He was getting aroused as I felt his hard cock pressing into my thigh, but I soon heard his breathing get shallow and he was soon snoring lightly down my neck, I was in heaven as I drifted off to sleep beside him, nestled in his arms.

This story is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. That written, I'd love to have it go down this way. Traveling for business allows me time cruise the hook-up sites for guys in different cities. It is an enjoyable pastime since I am usually trapped in a hotel room with no place to go and nothing better to do with my evenings. I was in the middle of one of those trips, sitting in my room sipping glasses of wine cruising sites on both my computer and iPhone. Being an older daddy-type, I wasn’t generating much interest. I was about to be frustrated with my search when I received a hit from a college-age twink looking for a daddy. I do love it when younger guys with their incredibly hard cocks want to breed me. Not only that, his avatar showed him to be beautiful—and I mean that in every sense. I first thought he was just playing with me, but as our conversation continued, I realized that he was serious. We began making plans to meet, but then he asked me the question I hate, “Do you have condoms?” I thought for a moment, knowing young guys tend to be “safe” sex freaks. I hate condoms. I responded to him, “No.” “Damn,” came back the reply. “Why?” I asked. “I don’t like fucking raw, lol.” “I don’t have any, but I’m neg and don’t have any STIs.” I was encouraged, at least he indicated that he fucked raw sometimes. I waited for the response. It came back in an unexpected manner, “I tend to cum too quickly if I don’t wear a condom.” I relaxed a bit and responded, “don't worry about that. I'm sure it will be fine. I don’t mind as long as you put a load in me as deep as you can.” “OK, as long as you’re sure,” he replied. He was at work and we agreed to meet in about an hour in my hotel room. I was excited because nothing else happening on the usual sites. I gave him my hotel and room number. I asked him to text me when he was in the lobby. I like to stay at a certain hotel where I can see the elevators and I could watch him come up to the floor. We chatted a bit more during the hour while he was preparing to get off from work, He asked if I liked to be rimmed, and I responded emphatically, “Yes.” “Then be ass up and face down on the bed when I get to your room,” was his reply. “I really want to suck your dick,” I sent back. He replied, “Just let me come in and start eating that sweet ass first and then you can." I was even more excited because I knew he was something special. As the time drew near, he told me as he was getting off work. Being only a short drive away, I knew he would be in the lobby soon. I touched up my prepping because I wanted to be especially clean so that he would enjoy rimming my ass deeply. “In the lobby,” came the text. I texted him that the door would be set so he could just push it open and I walked out to the balcony overlooking the atrium to catch a glimpse of him on the elevator, but there were other people on board and I could not make him out clearly. As the elevator approached my floor I went inside my room and made sure the door could be pushed open, I stripped and took the position on the bed, ass up and head down. I heard the door open and he came into the living room of the two room suite. I glanced as he came into the bedroom and he was as beautiful in person as in his picture. A preppy college student. He walked over to the bed, slapped my ass a couple of times and dropped to his knees to give me the best rimming I’ve had in a long while. He also was filling my hole with saliva so we would not need any lube. Frankly, I hate lube because it taints the taste of the cock and after I’ve been bred I like to clean it off and enjoy all of the flavors. He stopped rimming and I heard him undo his pants and then some rustling next to me. I turned my head and bumped into the hardest and most erect cock I’ve enjoyed in a long time. I saw he had just pushed his pants down and pulled his shirt up. I wanted all of this twink. I encouraged him to take all of his clothes off so we could enjoy each other. As soon as he was free of his clothes, I began to work his cock and balls over in my mouth. I enjoyed his engorged cock, knowing I was preparing it to fill me deeply. His ample balls were covered in luscious hair which I enjoyed as well. His excitement was building. He said, “I've had this erection since I walked into the lobby. I was worried others would notice it.” I smiled and continued sucking his dick and licking his balls. I wanted to rim him too, but he said no. “Get on the bed, doggie,” he ordered. I knew he wanted to get deep inside of me. There was no discussion of condoms as he easily worked his cock into me and was soon balls deep. His cock felt great in me. He fucked me for a bit and then withdrew. He ran his cock head across my hole a bit and reinserted and fucked me some more. He twisted my nipples and heard me moan. He twisted them harder and I said, “More.” He repeated the fucking and withdrawal a few more time and I knew he was trying to prolong the session. After a few minutes I told him, it was OK to go ahead and fill me with his cum. “You’re sure?” he asked. “Yes, I love the feeling of a cock pulsing it cum deep inside of me. And don’t pull out right away when you finish.” He shoved his cock deep into me, a bit roughly, but I was fully open and it felt great. He grunted and I felt his cock pulse it cum load into me as he held me in a choke hold. I laid forward on the bed with him still deep inside of me once he was done and enjoyed the feeling of his still erect cock in me along with the cummy-full feeling of my bottom. He finally pulled out and we stood up to hug. I sucked his cock clean and fully enjoyed the taste of his cum and my juices. When I was done, I offered to let him use the bathroom to clean-up, but he said I had cleaned him well enough. As it was my last night in the city, there was to be no chance for another meeting. We said good-bye and he left. With his load brewing in my bottom, I was back one my computer looking for another guy when I received the following text : “Hey, you never asked and I forgot to tell you something. I was diagnosed poz two-weeks ago and am not on meds yet. Maybe we should have used a condom.” The twink had stealthed me.

Just leaving Club Orlando from night number one in Orlando. I got fucked like a dog, got bred and even 10 loads and got fisted on top of it and punch fisted. My jock hole is trashed and I'm going to sleep like a baby!

Thanks for all the positive comments! I always look forward to reading them and as always, look forward to any feedback. As promised, here is this week's update. I think I should be good with going on a weekly posting schedule. I'll post though if anything gets delayed. Enjoy. --- PART 7: Trying Something New I grabbed at my dick through my pants when I watched as the hot older hunk in front of me suddenly stripped, taking first the shirt and then the pants off. Apparently, no underwear on underneath. Jackson stuck the thick black cigar, one of the Asylums, into his jaw, and walked over to the door of my apartment. Taking a quick peek outside, he pulled the sign down and closed the door, locking it and drawing the extra security lock. “Making sure we don't get any interruptions,” he said, walking back to me as he slowly undressed. I licked my lips as he came over to me, grabbing my face tenderly and ran his thumb along the side of my face. Running his hand to the back of my head, he pulled the now wet cigar out of his mouth and gently pulled my head back and began to kiss me. His beard rubbed against my face as he slowly coaxed my mouth open with his tongue, allowing me to taste him. I savored his smokey breath and began to let my hands wander on his body, my logical mind getting pushed away as lust took over. I ran my hand down to his cock, enjoying the heavy girth and length to it, knowing it would soon be shoved up my ass, stretching it and making room for his thick cum as we both smoked and fucked. Jackson suddenly stepped away, and I moaned in disappointment. “No pig boy,” he said, his voice taking on a deeper tone, “You know the drill. You gotta make Daddy happy if you want his meat in your hole.” “What do you want me to do to make you happy, Daddy?” I asked, playing along, half-jokingly, and half wanting to see where things would go now that I was sober with this hot muscled hunk. “First off, piggy, you know Daddy needs to see his boy naked. I want you to take your clothes off for Daddy, and show him what you want him to claim.” With that, I slowly started undressing, watching as he turned his attention to the cigars and started prepping them. Pulling off my underwear, I turned around and slowly bent over, showing him my hole, now mostly recovered from the night before. “Hmm… looks like Piggy Boy has been letting others shove their dick’s in Daddy’s meat hole,” he said, bringing the first cigar to his mouth. Slowly, he lit it, bringing the cigar to flame before drawing deep. A bright cherry glowed at the end and Jackson let out a huge nose jet, which made my cock jerk. “Who did you let play in your ass, boy? Give me all the dirty details.” “I needed it so bad… Daddy,” I began, telling him the truth, “I was watching bareback porn next door, and I found a hot uncut Latino guy who let me suck on him for a while. Then he sucked my dick for a while before he came into my booth and asked to fuck my hole.” “That’s a good boy,” he said, his eyes hooded over and he slowly stroked himself at my retelling, “Did you let him cum deep in your little slop hole like you did Daddy? No questions, no condoms?” “Yes Daddy,” I replied and nodded, watching as he took another deep inhale on the cigar before opening the bottle of poppers, “I let him deep in me. He had poppers and made me feel so horny. I wanted to feel an uncut piece of meat dump a load in my ass like you did. But I told him he had to let me fuck him too.” “Did you ask for a condom, boy?” he asked, handing the open poppers bottle to me and watching as I took several deep hits before setting them back down. “Yes Daddy,” I replied, slightly wobbling as the poppers took effect, spreading their warmth through my body, “But he didn’t have any. It was the only way I could shoot my load.” “Fucking nice Pig,” he said, and with that handed the unlit thick black cigar to me, which I immediately grabbed, “So fucking glad we got you turned into a smoker. That makes me so happy. Daddy wants to see you get that big fucking gar lit up, and take all the thick smoke deep in your pink lungs. You gonna smoke it all?” “Fuck yeah, dad,” I said, the cigar already in my mouth and waiting to be lit. With that, I watched as Jackson flicked on my new lighter and held it under the end of my cigar. I puffed away greedily at the end, bring the cherry to life and after he shut off the flame, took a deep inhale. Immediately, my lungs burned, happy to finally be getting fed after such a long wait. I held the smoke in and after a few seconds slowly let it back out, the smoke flowing out of my mouth in a thick cloud. I let out a tiny cough, my lungs itching to cough more. Taking the bottle of poppers, I took several massively deep hits and as the room started to spin, I put them down. I then proceeded to copy the moves of the two previous smokers I watched that day and hauling deep on the cigar again, let a massive nose jet of smoke out. My semi-virgin lungs no longer hurt, having given into the assault of the brutal fucking they were getting with the poppers and smoke mixing together. Jackson let out a growl of satisfaction as he grabbed his cigar and got it lit. “Nose jet that smoke, you fucking little popper slut. Show me how much you love fucking up those lungs,” Jackson replied, smoke pouring out of his mouth as he grabbed his cock and shook it. A small drop of precum flew off and landed on the floor, “Now… Lick that up piggy… show Daddy how much you love the taste of him!” Immediately I got on all fours, cigar in one hand, and began licking up the spot. The poppers were clouding my mind and making me lose control. And I didn’t want to stop. I sat up, crouching on my legs as he walked up to me. “Smoke that cigar, bitch,” he said, as he slowly stroked himself, “I wanna see you become a full-fledged smoker. Inhale deep for me. And then tell me more about how you whored around in the bookstore.” I nodded and began to take more inhales, savoring the returning burning sensation in my throat from the harsh smoke and enjoying the buzz the cigar was giving me. My balls and cock felt heavy and my lungs burned some with the smoke. I let out another cough. Jackson handed the poppers to me again, and after a few hits, the burning went away, replaced with the warm horniness all over my body. “Shit boy,” he said, pulling me up and removing the cigar from my mouth, “I love watching you fuck those perfect lungs, gonna get you addicted quickly at this rate. Makes my balls ache thinking about you becoming a little smoking Piggy. I gotta get in that sweet hole of yours soon. Tell me what else you did.” “The Latino guy came deep inside my ass and I switched spots with him. He said he had probably six or seven loads up his ass already and my cock went into his ass easy,” I said, leaning back and stroking my cock slowly, slowly puffing away on the cigar in my mouth as I recounted the tale to Jackson. “But right after I shoved my cock up his ass, someone else came into the room. The other guy came in and shove his bare cock up my ass too.” “Damn, fucking hot!” Jackson exclaimed, fisting his huge pierced meat as I told him the story, “Did you take it like a good piggy, no questions asked?” “I did just like you taught me, Daddy,” I said, giving a show with another nose jet of this cigar smoke, “The second he lit up a cigar, I let him fill me up with his smoker cum. I also shared his cigar so I could shoot my load up the other guy's ass.” “Fuck yeah, boy!” Jackson said, grabbing both of my hips and turning me around, “Turning into a natural bareback smoke-fucker, aren’t you, you fucking slut! Boys like you are nothing but cum receptacles to be molded and used, huh?” Poppers still clouding my mind, all I could do was nod and start to turn around and bend over, offering up my hole to him. “Not quite yet… remember last time boy?” he said, grabbing my chin to make me look at him. “Yeah?” I asked, confused. I obviously wanted his cock up my hole, and he wanted to fuck me. He pointed to his tattoo. And I remembered. “You’re still undetectable, right?” I asked, remembering his poz status. “I am, baby,… but, well, here’s the thing…” he said, his face taking a somewhat serious look. “What is it?” I asked, curious as well as horny. I slowly ground my ass against his throbbing uncut cock. However, he surprised me by pulling away slightly. “I like some really twisted shit sometimes, and if I’m reading you right, I think you might be really into it,” he said, slowly rubbing my side. “Ok…” I said, not sure where he was going with this train of thought. “Well, I was wondering if we could do some role play,“ he said, rubbing his cock up and down my hole, making me moan. “OK…” I said again, nearly willing to do anything to get the monster up my ass again. “I could go for really dark and dirty sex, but only if you’re okay with it. You want to stop, we can. Just say the word and its over. Just don’t want to scare you off or get the wrong impression,” he explained, slowly reaching around and twisting my nipples. “Yeah…. ok. Like, do I need a safe word or something?” I asked, my mind starting to clear a little from the poppers, as I puffed on the cigar some more. “No, we don’t need anything like that. It’s just…. not exactly a normal kind of vanilla kink. Just, go along with it let me know if you want to stop, okay?” he said, a concerned, and almost worried look on his face. “Well, sure,” I said, grabbing the poppers and getting myself high on them again, “You really haven’t steered me wrong yet… And hell, you could have really taken advantage of me that first night instead of being honest with me. I trust you. That and, well I know where you work.” “That’s true, and I know where you live slut, so we have mutual destruction,” he said, grabbing the bottle from me and huffing them, “I’m ready when you are. Piggy?” With nod, we went back to the fun, as I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and starting hauling on it, alternating between nose jets and exhales. I felt Jackson spit on my hole and shoved two fingers roughly up my ass, making me moan in appreciate at my hole finally getting filled. “You enjoyed taking those raw loads up your tight boy cunt, didn’t you fucker? Probably went running next door as soon as you could to that nasty bookstore to get them…” he asked, playing with his tits with his free hand as he hauled on his cigar. The roughness of his fingers sliding up my hole made me wince in pain as they slid in, making my cock jump and me inhale deeper on the steadily shrinking stick in my mouth. I nodded and felt Jackson roughly jab his fingers deeper in me. “I want to hear you say it, boy,” he said, his face close to mine. I felt him take a deep draw on the cigar, the heat close to my face. I watched as a cloud of smoke surrounded my head and I spoke softly. “Yes Daddy,” I started, and let out a moan as he went deeper, his nails somewhat hurting on the way in before I added louder, “I got the loads from the men at the bookstore. I loved feeling them shoot their loads inside me. I wanted to feel their loads drip out after they were done using me.” “You made Daddy very mad when you got upset about when he creamed in your neg hole with his load. And now he’s hearing about you taking it raw from any fucker with a cock at the bookstore? Piggy needs some punishment,” he said, adding more spit, and now the third finger before spanking my ass hard. “I needed their cum, Daddy,” I said, thinking I was now getting the idea. He probably liked the idea of me whoring myself out to other guys like Kyle and Mateo. I could get into that. “I went ahead and backed my ass to the hole because I knew they would shove their cocks deep inside me and spray their loads deep in my hole.” I took several deep inhales on my cigar as he finger-fucked me, adding more spit as he stretched me out, getting ready for his monster cock. Then I took more hits of the poppers, which relaxed my hole even more. Satisfied I was stretched, he pulled his fingers out and we smoked for a moment. “Did you love taking stranger cum up your ass?” he asked, stroking his cock, lining it up with my hole. “Yes,” I said. The short answer immediately illicit another hard smack on the ass, this one slightly throbbing. It shocked me for a second, but I decided to roll with it, seeing where it went. “Little fucking shit, you will address me as Daddy or Sir. I own you bitch. Now, tell me what turned you on the most about it?” his voice menacingly deep and growling, making me just a little more scared. “Feeling another part of someone deep in my ass, Sir,” I answered truthfully, pushing my ass out, waiting for him to shove his dick in me, “Feeling how much they enjoyed my hole with their thick loads being deep inside of me all night and then watching them drip out the next day. Making my hole feel so slimy and used. It made me do nasty things after.” “Nasty how, bitch,” Jackson said, slowly rubbing the sore asscheek when I finally flinched as he went to spank me, “Tell me what you did piggy.” “I ate their cum out of my ass and jacked off. I loved tasting what they put in my ass, Sir.” “Fucking nice,” he said, rubbing his cock head, now dripping with precut along my crack, “That’s what a good cum hole like yours is meant for. To let a top’s swimmers stay nice and warm until they’re ready to be tasted or fed to another pig. Or to use for lube for the next bare cock. Even trapped inside with a nice plug to marinate until they all get absorbed and impregnate a bitch like I’m gonna have you do tonight.” “Fuck yes Daddy,” I said, suddenly feeling even hornier at the different ideas that I was being given for the uses of my hole. “You’re gonna let Daddy and all the men he tells you to let in use that sweet boy hole from now on, and never ever ask for a condom, aren’t you?” he asked, crooking his fingers up and began milking my prostate. When I didn’t reply, he stabbed harder on it. “I never once heard you say that you asked about status when you took those loads at the bookstore,” he said, his voice raising more, “Did you piggy boy? Did you fucking ask if you were getting your pussy posed up?” I shook my head no, and Jackson suddenly pulled his fingers out of my ass. I was about to moan at the loss when Jackson slammed his hand down on my bare ass cheek. “YOU FUCKING SHIT! IF YOU EVER,” he yelled, slapping my ass hard in-between some of the words for added punctuation as he continued, ”COMPLAIN ABOUT MY POZ DICK AGAIN, THEN THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY WITH YOUR ASS.” I screamed out loud at the sudden assault on my ass, my heart racing as I was shocked at the sudden change in attitude. However, my dick got even harder. I sat there as silence filled the room and suddenly felt Jackson feel my hard dick. “Very good boy,” Jackson whispered into my ear, softly rubbing my ass before he shoved his cock deep in my ass. “I’m gonna fucking infect your cunt whether you want it or not, bitch. Gonna wreck your ass until you give me your last useless neg load, you fucking cocktease,” he said, laughing cruelty as he grabbed the back of my head and spit in my face. Then, it clicked. Jackson got off to the idea of pozzing a guy by abusing and raping him. If I hadn’t met him before, I’d have been scared shitless, as not only was he actually being rather rough, but also really quite convincing. But knowing him, knowing that I could say stop at any time, I felt strangely safe. He seemed to me like the type of person that would honor his word and didn't seem to be letting the abuse go too far or get too painful. And with the state of my cock, apparently, I enjoyed the idea of getting raped and pozzed too. “You gonna let Daddy fill you up with his toxic cum from now on boy?” he said, immediately slamming deep in my hole. I wasn't prepared to have him up to the hilt in my ass and nearly dropped the cigar. Regaining my composure, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and inhaled. “Answer me bitch! ” Jackson demanded, pulling my hair slightly hard and making me arch back. “Yes daddy!” I pleaded around my cigar, puffing away he started slamming away at my hole, “I’ll be a good boy and take all your toxic cum.” “Love corrupting stupid neg sluts like you, bitch,” he said, slamming my hole harder. Then I felt the first round of cum from Jackson’s bull balls shoot deep inside my ass. In my drunken stupor weeks before, I hadn’t been able to tell that I was getting loaded, but this time, I could feel and appreciate the difference. My ass felt slicker, I could feel his cock twitching. Jackson hugged me closer to him, growling as sweat started dripping from our naked bodies onto the ground. I felt him pull the cigar from his mouth for a moment, kissing the back of my neck briefly, before putting it back in and hauling on it. He then twisted my nipples hard. I moaned and continued to smoke my cigar. “You feel that don't you slut?” he asked, not pausing at all on his assault on my ass. “What’s daddy doing? What’s he giving his boy?” “You’re cumming deep in my ass, Sir,” I replied, barely able to focus due to the hard reaming my ass was getting, the slickness adding a nice feeling to the large cock inside me. “No shit, you useless fuck,” he growled, grabbing my hair again, making me arch back again. This time he wrapped his hand around my neck and got close to my ear and in an even deeper growl asked “What kind of cum is it?” “Poz cum, daddy,” I only partially pretended to strangled out, playing along with the act since Jackson wasn't actually using enough pressure to chock me. ‘You’re shooting in my ass and filling me up with your toxic seed.’ ’Smart fucking piggy.’ he replied, slamming my ass even harder and after a quick adjustment of the cigar in his mouth, he began to jack my cock, “and whats that going to do to your hole?” “Knock it up daddy,” I said, enjoying the wrongness of this verbal foreplay, “Please poz my hole. I want to get my ass knocked up and pozzed by your load, daddy.” “That’s right boy,” he said, adding another grunt as he came a second time in my ass, “I’m gonna poz this cumdump up. Make it nothing but a toxic cum dump for men to use whenever they want. And if my load doesn't take, I’m gonna pass you around to all my buddies at the bar. Tie your ass down while they rape your ass. I’ll even be nice and get your beautiful ass high on poppers and fuck your pink lungs with thick black cigars until their heavy and black and filled with tar.” I let out a moan, my hole starting to tighten as my balls drew up, ready to spew my load. “Knew the moment I saw you, a hot boy like you would be giving up his hole to men whenever they want it. That’s why fuckers like me are at the bars and gloryholes,” Jackson growled out, his slams in my ass quickly becoming irregular, “Waiting until young cum dumps like you are either too drunk to care, or don't see us as we knock you up and give you our gift. And neg boys like you are always willing to take it.” “…please daddy. Give me the gift!” I cried out in ecstasy, my brain in a haze of cum lust, smoke pouring out of me. “This scorpion already stung you twice tonight. Going to be giving you another deadly sting,” he continued, as I felt his cock swell even larger in my ass as he blew his cigar smoke around the back of my head, “Gonna flood your hole and fill you full of my bugged up smoker jizz.” With that, Jackson slammed harder as his thrusts started getting even more irregular, his angle changing as he started hitting my prostate. I couldn't take anymore, and taking one large inhale on my cigar, I felt my balls churn as my orgasm crashed over me, making my hole clamp down hard on Jackson’s bare cock and milk him as he shot wad after wad of cum up my hole. “Fuck yeah bitch, milking out your last neg load out of that useless prick of yours and knocking your ass up,” he panted, his voice strained as he shot over and over, “Gonna make you my poz smoke slut! Fuck yes! Charging up that neg hole boy. Take this fucking bug. Gonna trap my toxic swimmers inside to let them grow.” I kept inhaling as deep as I could on my cigar, enjoying the buzz it was giving me as I continued to spray my cum all over myself, feeling as Jackson's cock continued to jerk deep inside me. We sat there for a few minutes as we came down off of our adrenaline highs and our orgasms subsided. Eventually, I felt Jackson soften and with a soft plop, his cock came out of my ass. I felt some of his cum drip out of my ass we both stood up. “Fuck!” Jackson said softly, reaching down and turning my chin up, kissing me deeply. Standing up tall with a loud pop from his knees, he released my face and stretched his back, more pops easy heard in the silence of the apartment. Cigar smoke filled my apartment with a haze and I watched as Jackson opened the window and let the place air out. Coming back over to me, he tilted my chin up again and gave me an even longer kiss. “Holy shit man,” he said, pulling away, “That was so fucking awesome. So glad you let me do that. Was worried you were going to freak out when I got pretty intense.” “Agreed,” I said, out of breath, feeling the cum squishing inside of my abused asshole. Looking down, I saw the puddle of cum from our fucking. I reached over, grabbed the buttplug from the side of the counter, and in a swift motion, shoved it up into my ass. “So…” Jackson chuckled as he watched me, before grabbing a hand towel and wiping his cock off, “Hopefully pretty hot?” “Yeah,” I replied breathlessly, still chilled slightly from the sudden coolness of the large plug in my hole. Catching the towel as he tossed it to me, wiping the cum from on my asscheeks and around the plug and slowly standing up, walked awkwardly over to the new washing machine and dropped it in. “Jesus, it's fucking weird walking with a plug in my ass,” I said aloud, walking back in and grabbing my clothes, now strewn across the floor, “When can we do this again? The dirty talk was fucking hot!” “You know that was all role play, right? he asked, clearly worried as I walked back over to him and grabbed the two spent cigar butts and threw them in the sink, “I really am undetectable.” “No worries,” I said, pulling him up to me and giving him a hug, ”It was damn hot. I don't think you'd lie about something like that. You even answered a few questions I had for myself that I didn’t even know I was asking.” “Oh?” he replied with a grin, as he broke away and started getting dressed. “Yeah, I think I have even more ideas of what I want now sexually or at least things to try…” I continued, smiling. “Cool man. Glad I could help. And I’m always down for a hot fuck like that,” he said, finishing up getting dressed and pulling his shoes on. “Same!” I agreed, looking down at his cock, “Especially if you bring that monster with you.” Looking over at the clock on the stove I noticed the time. 9:15pm. I made a mental calculation as I watched Jackson put his shoes on. My ass wanted more cum, and I wanted to really try out some of the things Kyle mentioned in his messages. I could eat, get dressed, go down to the bookstore and get to the glory hole. Should take me about 30 mins. I grinned to myself and pulled my pants and shirt back on, leaving the boxers on the floor. Jackson got up and I walked him to my door, giving him a kiss goodbye as he walked out. I turned around and started getting ready. With a grin, I looked down at my now re-hardening cock and thought to myself… time to get my ass and mouth filled.

My boyfriend and I scored an invite to this huge New Year’s Eve bash thrown by a gay couple in their late-forties/early-fifties. They had lots of money and used it to get beautiful, athletic college men to come over and get unbelievably drunk and high—guests at these parties are almost always in a fraternity and/or play a varsity sport. We thought we might get invited at some point—he’s in a fraternity and I made varsity swim team my first year—but guys typically did not start getting invited until their junior or senior year. So we were quite surprised when one of his fraternity brothers handed us both invites; we were just as surprised to learn that he was going with his roommate. They were both seniors and unbelievably hot. He was an all-american jock-type—captain of the lacrosse team, honor roll, that type; his roommate was on the wrestling team and had that perfect ass wrestlers get, which he loved to show off at any opportunity. “Congrats, boys. Now you get to play with the men—though I wonder if it might be the other way around.” He grabbed my ass as he said the last part, and gave me a wink as he walked away. The night of the party, we rode in the lacrosse stud’s SUV through the foothills outside Boulder. When we finally reached the house, it did not disappoint. It was this amazing glass structure with views of the front range from almost every room. And the party was unbelievable. Several hundred of the most beautiful college-aged men I’d ever seen were wandering through the house in various states of undress. We were offered drinks—and pills and lines—as soon as we walked in the door. I’ve always been a bit wary of any drug other than alcohol, so I was only drinking. But my bf and his frat brothers were happy to take anything that sounded fun. We lost his frat brothers for a while but eventually found them kissing by the pool wearing nothing but speedos. At first they were just casually making out but it quickly became very intense—and hot—with the roommate blowing the lacrosse team captain for a good fifteen minutes before stopping to say, “Take me home and fuck me, baby.” “How can I deny such a fucking stud?” the lacrosse captain said as he pushed his roommate—though it was probably more accurate to say his boyfriend or at least live-in fuck buddy—back down on his hard cock. He asked if were ready to leave, but it was only half past midnight and we wanted to stay bit longer. “I totally understand guys; let me find the hosts so we can figure this out.” He pulled out of his bud’s mouth and tried to stuff his very big dick into what was now a too small pair of speedos. He was back pretty quickly with the older of the hosts—a muscle-daddy type in his early fifties with dark hair just starting to turn gray and piercing blue eyes. “So you two don’t want to leave? I don’t blame you. I’m not sure anyone else is heading in your direction, but there’s an extra bedroom you can use.” As soon as we agreed to stay in the spare room, the two studs left to go back to the frat. “Apparently, they really wanted to fuck.” I said to the host. To which he responded, “Do you blame them?” which made us both laugh. Something my bf had taken was clearly kicking in—he was having trouble focusing and sweat was just pouring out of him. “Let’s find that room for you—I think he’s going to need somewhere to pass out before too long.” The host and I made small talk as we wandered through the party—he was incredibly charming and a bit flirtatious. He kept dropping hints that he would be happy to fill in for my boyfriend tonight since by this point we had to prop him up. The bedroom that he thought we could use already had guests in it—about a dozen guys watching as three boys were being fucked side by side at the end of the bed. When one of the tops shot their load another guy in the room would immediately take his place. “Looks like this room won’t work, but I can’t say that I’m sorry. This is one of the hottest scenes we’ve had at these parties—it would be wrong to stop it.” We stood in the doorway for a minute or so watching. The host was transfixed by the boy getting fucked in the center, who looked very young—almost too young. And he was getting fucked harder than the other two boys by a bigger dick—all the while begging for more. “How can he be asking for more and harder?” I asked quite incredulously. The host turned from the doorway stating simply, “Because he’s unfathomably high on t and g right now.” “That was our only unoccupied guest bedroom. We could see if anyone was willing to drive you down to Boulder, though I don’t think anyone that is still here would be sober enough to drive for some time. It might be possible to call a cab, but probably not on New Year’s Eve. Hmm… Well, we do have a couple of twin beds in our master bedroom that are not being used at the moment, though you may find it strange to sleep in them.” I must have had a very confused look on my face because he quickly explained they were for their two houseboys to store their clothing and supplies as well as to use as a place to sleep when for whatever reason they did not sleep in the big bed with the two of them. The host led us to a very nondescript door that turned out to be an elevator that would only activate with a 10 digit code. When the elevator doors opened we stepped into a very large, open space that almost had a warehouse feel to it. Except that instead of concrete walls it was all glass—somehow making it feel like the space was floating and that we were completely exposed to the world around us. The only actual walls on the entire floor were in the center near where the elevator opened up. As we walked around the space, it became clear that it had been designed for them as a space to live and work while also serving as one big sex playroom. We stopped by a fully stocked bar so he could get us drinks—but the whole area around the bar looked and felt like a sleazy leather bar. There was an area with slings and another with a couch facing a huge tv screen. Their bed was along one of the walls and was enormous—you could have easily fit six people in it. Somehow on each side of the elaborate bed frame there was a semi-private alcove with a twin mattress and shelves filled with clothing and supplies for fucking and playing—lubes, gear, underwear, clothing, dildos, and many things that I could not even imagine how one would be able to use during sex. “Ah, I told you it might be strange. Some of the more unusual toys and gears are on the other side, so let’s take your boyfriend there to sleep off whatever he took. And my husband loves frat boys so a naked one passed out in his bed is a nice way to start off the year.” He gave me a quick wink and threw my boyfriend over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, which kind of turned me on. I followed him to the other side where the shelves were covered in leather and rubber gear, ropes and other restraints, and a bunch of other very specific looking equipment. “A lot of this is for piss play,” the host mentioned with an odd smile as he quickly stripped everything off my boyfriend and laid him ass up on the small bed in the space. “Very hot ass—you have excellent taste, boy.” I was a bit startled—but also turned on—when he called me “boy,” but I didn’t have much time to think about it before he was leading me back to other side of the bed. I was starting to feel really tired and had to fight to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m ready to get some sleep, if that’s okay.” I said before drifting off. When I woke up a few hours later, it was to the feeling of being fucked slowly and deeply by a very thick cock—stretching my hole to its limits. I had no idea who was fucking me and didn’t really remember where I was, so I started to look around a bit to see if I recognized anything. “Ah, my hot little boy is finally awake. Daddy’s been waiting for you—I think I gave you a bit too much g. You’ve been out for a few hours, but I couldn’t resist your ass.” It all came rushing back to me—the New Year’s Party at the two older guys house. Somehow I ended up in bed with one of them—but where was my boyfriend? I realized I could see everything because of mirrors on the ceiling and in the headboard, so I finally saw that it was the same muscle daddy from earlier who was fucking me now. I could see his partner having some fun on the other side of the bed, but wasn’t able to really concentrate on him or anything else because my ass was suddenly being pounded much harder and faster. It was starting to be too much when he went back to his long, slow strokes and whispered in my ear, “You have an amazing ass, boy—one that daddy needs to spend some time getting to know. I loved sliding inside you while you were passed out. I can’t wait to do it again and again and again.” He started to really pound me as he talked about knocking me out and fucking me over and over, causing me to start moaning and panting. And then he stopped just as abruptly as he started and pulled completely out of me. “I think it’s time we got you really fucked up, boy…”

It had been weeks since my meeting with Rick, and I had successfully distracted myself with work. However I couldn’t shake the feeling of regret with how things ended between us. I mean what possessed me to ask him to stop? I was literally in bed with my dream man, ass up, and having his gorgeous cock beginning to breed me. I kept replaying the entire scenario through my head, and each time it ended with me beating myself up for how I had chickened out. It was the end of a long work week and I was dreading the weekend. It was a Holiday weekend, July 4th, and not only was it our Nation’s birthday, but mine as well. I absolutely hate celebrating birthdays, and this one would be no exception. I carefully declined any and all invites from my friends because all I really wanted was to go home and climb into bed and forget all about my problems. Friday night was uneventful and I slept in later than usual on Saturday. I had planned a quiet day of tv binging alone, but since it was a holiday weekend, I decided to run out and pick up a case of Corona. I came home and began my bingefest. I was downing beer at a quick rate, and within an hour I had pounded back five cans and was working on number six. I felt that usual stirring that came when I was drinking, and in no time I had pulled out my laptop. I was certainly not going back onto Grindr, but a friend had told me about a site he had recently begun using, and it got him laid every time he went on. I logged in and created a profile, and within minutes I was sitting back, naked from the waist down, and slowly stroking my cock while browsing all the new men at my disposal. A loud “oink” startled me and I realized that someone had messaged me. This site was certainly interesting and the pig effect was a nice touch. The message came from a hot muscle daddy. His profile pic was the typical torso snap which showed a milky white complexion and quite possible the nicest pecs I had ever seen on a guy. I couldn’t believe this guy had messaged me, and I anxiously clicked through his remaining photos until I got to a few marked private which I didn’t have access to. He was in his late 50’s but judging from his pics, he appeared to be much younger than advertised. His face was clean shaven with a squared jaw and a set of dark piercing eyes that eerily seemed to be staring directly at me. I quickly unlocked my photos for his viewing pleasure and within no time I had received another message. This time instead of being shocked by the oink, I fed off of it, and jumped with excitement! I quickly clicked his message and he sounded very friendly and intelligent. He was a local and looking for someone to view the fireworks with. He wasn’t being overtly sexual in his tone, and I was really intrigued. Could this guy be for real, had I managed to find not only a sexy muscle top, but also one that appeared to be educated and possibly even boyfriend material? Drunk Corey was certainly turned on while imagining this hot stud dominating my eager ass, but the sober side of me was imagining the possibilities of this guy turning out to be more than just a quick fuck. What luck, my first connection on this site, and already I’ve met a quality guy, and on my birthday no less! I was literally giddy with excitement. We exchanged a few more messages and then I gave him my number. Almost immediately my phone began to buzz. “Hello” I answered in a slightly deeper more commanding voice than usual. “Hi Corey this is Dan, are you ready for fireworks?” Instantly I felt at ease talking to Dan. It was as if we had known one another for years. We laughed about me being alone on my birthday, and ofcourse we discussed all of the things I enjoyed doing in the bedroom. I was a tad too shy to divulge all of my fantasies, but it was clear that we were both interested in hanging out. I prefer to host because the idea of showing up at a stranger’s house terrifies me. Dan tried to convince me that his place would be better, he had a condo in a beachside high rise, and his view of the fireworks would be unbeatable. I stressed that I really wasn’t comfortable showing up without having met him, and he proposed a compromise. He suggested that we meet at my place to test the waters. We could get to know one another and then determine if there was enough mutual interest to continue hanging out at Dan’s place. I quickly agreed and soon hung up to go shower and find the perfect outfit to wear. The shower was a bit longer than usual because I wanted to ensure I was properly cleaned out. I was determined not to have a repeat of Rick, and this time nothing would stop me from getting the pounding that I so desperately needed! I leaped from the bathroom and began frantically opening my drawers in search of the jockstrap I had ordered a few months back. It was an Andrew Christian jock with dark navy fabric that was bordered with bright white trim. I loved the contrast between the stark white up against the dark brown tone of my summer tan. After all, I had spent a lot of time working on this deep bronze tan, why shouldn’t I show it off? I slipped a pair of red soccer shorts on and grabbed a black tank top that would match the black baseball hat I was already wearing. I had just enough time to compose myself when I heard my phone buzz. I answered and gave Dan instructions on how to get up to my unit and within minutes he was standing in my living room. I noticed right away that Dan appeared a bit older than the pics he posted. He definitely appeared to be the 50 that his profile had advertised that he was. However his body, chest and more specifically his arms and pecs were exactly as pictured. He was wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt with a pair of khaki cargo shorts. His voice was deep and firm, and immediately his hands began exploring my body. He ran them across my stomach and down my thighs and ended up cupping my ass cheeks in both his hands. “Are you wearing a jockstrap?” Dan muttered as I slyly shook my head, flashing him a devilish smile. Dan grabbed me and pulled me close to him. I felt trapped but also incredibly comfortable in his arms. His large chest and arms felt incredibly strong and I knew immediately that I was his. He looked down, and as our eyes met he forced his tongue into my open mouth, flicking his tongue in a rhythm that mine soon matched. We stayed like this, intertwined, for well over 5 minutes... exploring, licking, caressing. I was extremely turned on. My cock began to strain against the small pouch of my jockstrap, and as I reached down to adjust it, Dan slapped my hand away. He slowly guided his hand down my chest, grazed my six pack, and forcefully grabbed my dick at its base. “Mmmmmm damn this is a nice cock you have here Corey, you are really a sight to behold. I haven’t seen you online before are you new?” I took this opening as an excuse to untangle myself from Dan to walk to the kitchen for some water. I returned with two glasses and beckoned for him to join me on the couch. As we sat and sipped our cool beverage, I told Dan a little more about my history and how I was usually not into hookups but because of a little liquid encouragement, I had logged online. Dan expressed how happy he was that I had logged on, and since I had been so open with him, he wanted to be honest with me as well. “I love having sex but I really enjoy it more after I’ve smoked some T. Have you ever partied before?” As soon as Dan finished his sentence, I instinctively blurted out no... I didn’t do drugs. Dan casually reclined back deeper into the sofa and began explaining that I didn’t know what I was missing out on. Dan said that everyone seemed to be doing it nowadays and the long holiday weekend would be the perfect time for me to try it. “I don’t know Dan, I mean I’m a professional, I can’t have my work knowing I had tried drugs.” Dan smirked and asked what I thought about him. He reassured me that he was a successful professional as well, and he would never jeopardize his job, and certainly he wouldn’t want that for mine either. He then explained that it was my choice, but if I’d like, he could at least show me how it was done. He pulled a glass pipe out of his cargo short’s pocket and slowly began turning it as he lit a torch just beneath it. I watched as this strange long stemmed pipe slowly began to spew pillows of white smoke. Dan inhaled deeply as he carefully rocked the bulb from side to side. Looking down directly into my eyes, Dan smiled and lunged forward. His lips met mine, and without warning he began to blow smoke into my awaiting mouth. Instinctively I inhaled, and in that moment a wave of warm intensity came over my body. I began to feel tingly and upon exhaling I couldn’t seem to stop smiling. “Wow that was incredible, holy cow I have never felt anything like that before.” I didn’t know if it was the drug itself or the fact that here I was spending time with a sexy Daddy who seemed too perfect to be true. Dan laughed as he stood up to put his pipe down on the coffee table. He sat back down next to me and proceeded to kiss me passionately. Unlike before, this time his kisses felt stronger and more passionate... my body responded to his every movement with an equally passionate response. I was in shear bliss, my head felt dizzy, but most importantly I felt so alive. I was more comfortable with Dan than I had ever felt with anyone before. I was his for the taking and I wanted him, all of him. Dan pulled away and adjusted his crotch as he leaned back. I became aware of his cock for the first time, and I had an overwhelming desire to reach out and grab it. Dan slapped my hand away and stood up. “Ok ok ok... calm down, there is plenty of time for that. First answer me this Corey ... now that we have met, are you comfortable enough to come back to my place?”

You might say queer ran in my family. I know they say there is a gene and all and that it is recessive in most people, that is why the Kinsey report only states 10% are gay and 10 percent are straight and the rest fall somewhere in the middle. Well my family fell in the middle at the gay end. Isn’t life bliss when social norms are hidden away? Now, we didn’t go around advertising we were queer. To the outside observer we would look like a wholesome middle class family, but enter our inner circle and our deep dark secret would be evident. Growing up, I admired the bond that my dad and grandfather and uncles seemed to share. My mother seemed to have the same kind of bond with my grandmother - both were feisty, in natgure almost butch. We shared a lot of good times. I was the youngest of three sons and had several cousins, most of whom were boys, similar to me as we were rough and tumble - jocks and farm boys. Growing up in a rural town in the Midwest with most of my family nearby, I got to see a lot of my family and the influence it had on our town. As I grew older the admiration for my families bonds grew stronger, and as my brothers and cousins reached maturity I noticed that they too began to share in the bonds between the adult family members, as they went off to college and would return with girlfriends and wives, the sexes would divide several times of year to form bonding circles. I didn’t really know what was going on until I was about 15 and my middle brother was all excited to go on the adult father son fishing trip which I would be invited to the summer after my 18th birthday. With Bud having turned 18 just weeks before school got out, he was all a flutter and told me that grandpa and dad and Cameron, my eldest brother were ready to make him a real family man, along with my uncles and any male cousins that had turned 18 that spring. This was the camping/fishing trip that would declare my brother and our newly adult cousins, part of the male bonding brotherhood of Madison clan. Evidently my brother was not disappointed as he returned with a smile on his face, a lift to his step, as he returned back to the family business in the mailroom, the same mailroom we both had worked when we each turned 14. Bud having worked there two and a half years longer was theoretically my supervisor, but he was my big brother and best friend first so we got along and hardly ever fought. Bud though would be moving up soon and I would become mailroom chief as one of my younger cousins was introduced to the mailroom when he turned 14 in a month or so. When Bud moved up onto the sales floor, Hamilton came into the mailroom. It was my responsibility to train him in the ins and outs of the lowest rung on our family corporate ladder. I really liked Hamilton even though he was a year younger than me. He was really cute and athletic, which made working around him hard at times because he distracted me. But we endured and before we knew it my 18th birthday was approaching. I knew the make out sessions with Hamilton would soon be at an end. I really enjoyed sneaking off to a corner and kissing my cousin, but another two cousins, Jack and Kris, had already joined us in the mail sorting endeavor. Jack and Kris were just as cute and farm boy cute, and I knew they were just as sexy as Hamilton since we all showered together at school after practice, football in the fall and baseball in the spring. I was doing my homework, when a knock on my door occurred, my back to the door I did not see who had tapped on my door but an envelope had been slid under my door. I picked it up and it read “Happy 18th birthday, Thom. You are now able to attend the Madison Men’s Camping / Fishing Experience. Be ready on June 5th, 6:30 AM. The boat waits for no one." I was excited and thrilled it was finally my time to bond with my male family members and find out what all the hoopla was about.

I'm afraid you're playing this down. This is not a mere fantasy, like some virgin fantasizing what it would feel like to finally get fucked, this has been your actual lifestyle for quite a while. Not something you dream about doing but something you've already done - and enjoyed big time. That need to get used by strangers will not be easily suppressed, it's an integral part of your personality, your sexual identity, and it won't go away just because your bf might disapprove. The longer you deprive yourself of what you really need, the stronger those urges will become, I'm afraid. The love and respect you feel for your partner are so obvious in all your posts. If you're already feeling bad for having fantasies, what will it be like once you give in to them again? I assume you and your bf have unprotected sex, which means that he totally trusts you and knows that you'd never knowingly expose him to danger. Getting fucked bare understall by some stranger seems the worst thing you can do, both betraying his trust and risking his health. Honestly, I don't think you'll be able to suppress those urges for ever, it's only a matter of time until you'll find yourself with an ass-full of anonymous cum and if I were in your place, I'd tell my bf before it's too late. Whatever you decide to do, I wish you the best of luck!!!

I have enjoyed this site for some time now, ever since I began down the hedonistic path that I never imagined I would begin. I’ve read all of your stories numerous times while reliving my own tale countless times in my head. This is a true story of how I became introduced into the wild unpredictable world of chem sex. However I won’t get too far ahead of myself... this story begins before I would start any of that, just a few weeks earlier In fact. I’ve always been something of a responsible person. I’ve put my career and standing within the community above anything else. By all outward appearances I was a goodie two shoes of sorts. I’m in my late 20’s. I have a short stature with a petite frame, light dirty blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a hairless body, well all except my legs. You see years of playing soccer throughout school has gifted me with a round bubble butt, large meaty thighs, and well calves that are envied wherever I go. Covering my muscled lower half is a thick coat of brown hair. The hair doesn’t extend much further north than a narrow trail extending to my bellybutton and a little patch surrounding my pink hole. I keep my hair fairly trimmed creating a small bush that frames my penis, which is uncut and about 7 inches long and normal thickness. I say that I’m viewed probably as something of a square, because all throughout my sexual years thus far, I have been monogamous. I have only had sex with guys that I was dating, and when I did actually have sex it was always protected with a condom. This all changed however this past summer. It was a particularly stressful time for me at the office, and well my friends were all busy with their summer flings, and I found myself horny, very horny. I came home one Saturday night after an evening out with friends and decided to log online to see if I could line up a hookup. Now I have done his many MANY times before. I had a routine. Create a profile on Grindr, post some headless torso shots, and then I’d sit and wait. I’d get messages from guys complimenting my smooth defined chest, or men commenting about my soccer legs or how delicious my ass looked in the full length mirror pic I had attached to my profile. I loved hearing these strangers talk to me about how sexy I was, and I enjoyed reading their profiles and looking through their pictures, but that seemed to be all I’d do. I’d usually get too nervous and I’d close the app and delete it before I ever met someone. However this May night was a rare evening that saw a mysterious man message me, and instantly I was captivated. He was from Columbia and that alone seemed so foreign to me, I had grown up fairly sheltered in North Carolina, and while I now reside in one of the largest cities in FL, I was very inexperienced with Latin men. His pictures showed a man of about 40, with a toned body, and a large 8in uncut cock. I was horny from all the beer I had drank earlier, and this sexy daddy was making my cock strain the skimpy briefs I was wearing! The next thing I knew I had given this man my number and address and told him to meet at my place in an hour. I needed the time to rinse off and clean out. I showered quickly and then jumped out to straighten my bedroom and find a few condoms and my fave lube. A few minutes later my dream Colombian was sitting on my bed and kissing me while I fumbled with his belt. He was even sexier in person, and my hands were exploring every inch of him. I rubbed my hands across his firm pecs and down his taut stomach. I could feel a size-able bulge when my hand grazed his leg, and I was now focused solely on his cock. I wanted that large piece of meat, it had been so long, and I was so turned on. As I undid his belt I pulled down his pants and discovered my new friend was free balling without any underwear. His large brown rod flopped out and hit my arm. It was so thick and framed by a patch of dark black hair. I peeled back his foreskin and slowly rubbed it back and forth in my hand. He asked my if I partied and I was confused. I had no idea what he was referring to. He told me that earlier that evening he had visited the local bathhouse and had met a generous guy willing to share his favors. I asked him just what he meant, and he said he had smoked some with his new friend. I assumed he meant marijuana and didn’t think much more about it. I told him I didn’t do any drugs. He seemed disappointed but we continued our foreplay for the next hour. I sucked him, he sucked me, he ate my ass and probed at my tight hole. After a while I knew it was time, I needed this, I needed him. It had been months since my last fucking, and my hole was eager to get acquainted with his nice tool. However the sex never happened. He couldn’t get hard. I was so confused, I had sucked him like my life depended on it. I circled the head and licked his shaft multiple times and finally took his entire length into my throat. I could feel him hardening a bit, but he was far from being erect like his pics had promised. I was confused, I had never had a guy so seemingly interested in me, but wouldn’t get hard. He pushed me onto my back and began licking between my cheeks, his tongue darting in and out while he slowly slid his pointer finger knuckle deep into my awaiting hole. I asked him if he wanted to fuck, and he explained that it wasn’t me, but his partying earlier left him unable to get hard. I was defeated, my hole ached to feel his warm cock. His finger felt electric as it entered my body, but I craved more. He could tell I was disappointed and asked if I’d be ok with a third joining in. I had never had a threesome before, but at this point I needed a dick, any dick fucking my ass. He showed me a profile and exclaimed that the guy was his friend. They were both tops and his friend was Colombian also. I took his phone and stared at the pics. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This man was sexy, very sexy. He was just a little older than me, about 5’10, a shaved head, and a tight defined body. As I scrolled through his photos I stopped dead in my tracks. It was a snapshot of a penis, his penis, and it was huge! It appeared to be as long as a ruler, but his profile said it was only 10.5. It was cut but his head looked like that of a hammer. It was mean looking, and my hole was twitching. It was the biggest penis I had ever seen, and if we did meet, he would be the largest cock I’d ever taken. I handed the phone back to my new friend, and told him to message his friend. He laughed and said he already invited him over. He knew I’d never say no to that huge Colombian fuckstick. He was right and suddenly I was nervous. Had I cleaned out enough, could I take such a huge cock, did I have any poppers? I was a wreck and completely flustered until I heard the familiar sound of a buzzing cellphone. He was here and on his way up to my apartment. I jumped up and ran to the front door just in time to hear a powerful knock. I opened the door and before me was the physical embodiment of every fantasy I had ever had. He reached out his hand and told me his name was Rick. I shook it in return and told him I was Corey. His hand was huge, and extremely warm. My cock began to jump wondering if everything on Rick was so large and warm. I led him into my bedroom and Rick immediately greeted his friend. I listened intently as my first visitor repeated his earlier bathhouse tale, only this time he said he was smoking “Tina” and had found himself here but unable to fuck this perfect hole before him. I wondered what Tina was but more importantly this guy described my hole as “perfect”. I was so proud to hear those words, and in that moment I was at ease around my two new guests. My hole was perfect and this guy wasn’t turned off by me, but apparently he just smoked too much Tina and couldn’t fuck me. I was instantly feeling confident and reach over to rub the bulge in Rick’s pants. It felt huge in my hands, and Rick just laughed “So you found this hot little fucker online but you had too much Tina to actually fuck him like he deserves, so you text me?, damn you are a good friend bro” Rick’s voice was deep and stern, and now his hand was slowly massaging my ass through my underwear. Rick bent down and started kissing me. I was in heaven. I pulled away from his lips and began to make my way down his neck and further down his chest. He stopped me just as I was getting to his waist. “You found quite the little whore here, has he been partying?” I told him I had drank a few beers earlier and that was it. I bit my lip and looked him dead in the eyes and muttered “I need fucked, I really need to have you inside me” without missing a beat Rick yanked down his pants and boxers in one movement, and snapping against his stomach was the largest penis I had ever seen. I was in awe. I stared at the powerful cock just inches from my face. It was thick and veiny, and the head was enormous! I could barely comprehend how a member could even be so large. The tip was glistening with precum, and instinctively I lunged forward and engulfed the head with my mouth. Rick gasped and then fist bumped his friend. He told him that he had done good, and that I was a hot little piece of ass, and then he licked his finger and plunged it underneath my underwear and quickly found my hole. I could feel it circling my hole and its warmth was pushing me over the edge. I took my mouth off of his cock and pleaded with Rick to fuck me. I told him that I needed it so badly. He asked me how long it had been as he slowly flipped me onto my back and yanked down my briefs. I told him a few months and a devilish grin came across his face as he plunged his moistened finger into my hole. “Damn boy you are tight! Are you sure it’s only been a few months?” I squirmed beneath Rick as the full weight of his body came over mine. I could feel his huge tool pressing against my thigh as he once again began to kiss me, his tongue now licking mine passionately. I was in pure ecstasy. I didn’t want his moment to end, I knew I was where I wanted to be. Right here underneath Rick and feeling his massive cock pressing against my quivering hole. Rick asked me if I had any poppers because I was going to need them. I pulled a new bottle of Rush out from under my pillow along with a condom and some lube. He asked me what the condom was for? I told him I only played safe, and instantly I could feel Rick pull away. “Man what is this?” he asked to his friend. “You tease me with this hot boy and he doesn’t party or BB?” I was beginning to get scared, Rick’s tone had changed and I didn’t like it. Rick’s friend tried telling him that I was cool, and that I was down to play, but Rick seemed uninterested. Fearing I was losing control of this situation, and my dream cock was slipping away, I blurted out “Fine you can fuck me bareback, but first tell me are you clean?” Rick snapped back around to me and a devilish smile flashed across his face “Ofcourse I’m clean baby, now are you going to let daddy breed that tight little boy pussy?” I was mesmerized, I wanted this cock, I needed it. I rolled over onto all fours, I pushed my ass out towards Rick, and pressed my face and arms into the pillow before me. “This is yours, please daddy breed my ass!” I could hear rustling behind me and then I felt a familiar warm sensation on my hole. It was stiff and slick and before I could second guess my decision, Rick began to press into my awaiting hole. It was painful as I felt his cock slowly begin ripping into my body, each movement pierced into me and sent shivers up my entire body. I was on be verge of tears, and began to panic. I yelled “Stop, stop, stop... I can’t do this, it’s too big, I can’t take it, please Rick no!” I opened my eyes and turned back to look at Rick, our eyes locked, and in that moment I knew I was in trouble. I felt a sharp pain as Rick ripped his cock from my ass “Man I’m done, this is bullshit, man this was a fucking waste of my time!” I was scared, paralyzed with fear. I watched as Rick slowly gathered his clothes and left out of my bedroom. His friend was stunned and all he could do was apologize profusely. I told him it was ok and wasn’t his fault. I heard my front door slam, and for a moment we sat in silence. After what seemed like forever, my guest spoke “Well listen I’m sorry again, I hope you have a good night, I should get going.” I watched in stunned silence as he gathered his belongings and left my room. I heard the door pull shut, and I collapsed onto my bed. What the hell was I doing? Seriously who was I even? I didn’t move and soon I was fast asleep. That night I dreamed about Rick and his perfect penis giving my hole the fucking I desperately yearned for. I woke up the next morning drenched in sweat with a huge wet stain in my bed, I had gotten off in my sleep. I guess the dream had pushed me over the edge. However that feeling of euphoria soon turned to guilt, and finally I was consumed with an overwhelming sense of shame. I deleted Grindr from my phone and swore I’d never use it again. Little did I know how much my life was about to change. I hadn’t seen the last of Rick and our next meeting would far exceed anything that I could have ever dreamed of!

My name is John, i'm 24, average height, slim build with soft brown hair and blue eyes, I'm not the best looking guy but I get my fair share of attention. i'd finished university in the summer, split up with my boyfriend and started my graduate job in a large business firm in the city. The company managed product development for major companies and brands so I was thrilled to get a place within such big company. My parents always told me to never turn down an opportunity that could take you somewhere. After working in the office for a few months I quickly got used to the fast pace, that started to creep into every part of my life. After working all week, putting in 50 hours, I was normally exhausted on a Friday night and would just head straight home and masturbate for as long as I could, it had been ages since I'd had sex, with work being so busy. That is however, until I got talked into going to a bar by one of my co-workers. He was married, unhappy about it, and constantly stressed in work. We went to a bar a couple of streets away from the office, It was dark and you would walk past it if you didn't know it was there. It wasn't the sort of place I imagined anyone in work would go to, least of all Mick. We sat at the bar and was served by an overly flirtatious girl, I rolled my eyes now realising why Mick came here; "Not your type then?" Mick asked me "She's certainly not anything I'm looking for." I said, realising i'd probably said too much. "Oh shit, I didn't realise you were gay, don't worry about it my nephew is gay, It doesn't bother me." "I...er... please don't tell anyone in work. It's hard enough being new without them knowing." I pleaded "John... relax, lets have a drink and i'll point you in the direction of the gay bars in the city, you need to try stop thinking about work all the time." We finished our drinks and after Mick had bitched about work and his family we headed out. He told me what train to get and explained where to go from there. I thanked him for the drink and told him I'd see him on Monday. Little did I know what was coming. I took the train to a part of the city I'd never been to before, walked the short distance and found a few bars with guys hanging around outside smoking. I walked into the bar with the least amount of guys hanging around outside, hopefully it meant the bar was quieter. I just wanted a couple of drinks and maybe a dance-floor fumble, I was still exhausted and hadn't prepared for any kind of sex, my pubes hadn't been trimmed for weeks and my ass wasn't clean. I grabbed a drink and found a stool at a table in the corner of a small but open bar and dance floor area. It was inoffensive and there was an okay selection of guys. Mostly in their 30's and upwards but I didn't mind a slightly mature guy. They tended to be less pushy. After nursing my drink for about 10 minutes or so a guy sat down across from me. He was in his late 40's, maybe. Good hair, perfect smile and from what I could see he kept himself in shape. It was his crisp white shirt that first caught my eye. "Hey, I'm Tom." It took me a minute to register what he said, I was lost in his bright blue eyes. "I'm John" I mumbled out, I couldn't stop looking into his eyes. "Are you here by yourself?" He asked, breaking our gaze and looking around the room. Once I regained my composure I smiled at him. "I've just came from work and was just looking for a quick drink, I'm not looking for anything else tonight." "You're a bit presumptive kid" he said laughing "How about I buy you one more drink, and then once we've chatted a bit you can try turn down my sexual advances then" He smirked at me and his blue eyes narrowed in a dangerous way, he turned for the bar and I found myself just sitting there. I wasn't normally as direct with guys, but there was something about Tom that made me feel slightly scared, even if my cock was growing in my briefs. Tom came back with two drinks, he handed mine over and I took a few long sips, trying to avoid conversation. "Sorry it took a while, I bumped into a few friends at the bar.... so, I'm guessing you're not from around here?" "I just moved to the city after I graduated, I got a job in the city. A friend told me about here, tonight, I thought I'd come take a look, I've not been out much since I moved." I quickly finished the rest of my drink, completely embarrassed by how pathetic I sounded. We chatted for another half hour or so, my cock stayed hard the entire time. I told him about myself, where I grew up, what I studied, how I've only had one boyfriend at Uni and how I hadn't had sex since we split up. He just sat there the entire time staring into my eyes, I realised I hadn't asked him anything about himself. "Sorry Tom I've not even asked you anything about yourself." "Don't worry about me, I find you very interesting. How did you and your ex have sex?" I was surprised, I wasn't expecting such a blunt question, I guessed it was only fair after our conversation earlier. "Well...I'm versatile, but I mostly fucked him" I said timidly "You cum in his ass boy?" "I...eh...no, we only played safe, the condom broke once, but we stopped." I was surprised at myself for telling this stranger about me and my ex's sex life. "I'm sorry Tom, I really should be going home, thank you for the drink." I stood up and turned towards the door. Tom stood as quickly as I had. He was six foot, and his chest and arms looked very buff. I glanced at his crotch too and he had a nice bulge under his black suit trousers. "Wow kid, slow down, just asking you some friendly questions. If you insist on leaving, at least let me walk you back to the train station. It's easy to get a bit disorientated in this part of town." I let him walk me down the street towards the train station, the fresh air must have gone to my head, I was beginning to feel a bit dizzy and my vision was getting blurry. I felt Toms' arm around my waist holding me up, we turned a corner. I didn't remember walking this much when I first got off the train. "Whats happening...I don't feel right" I mumbled finding it harder to walk now. "Shhh...Not much farther, my car is park just over here. You must have had too much to drink...." Tom said with a wicked smile, although I couldn't see it. We walked a bit further and I heard the sound of a car door being opened, I felt myself being laid across the back seat, too limp to say no. While lying there with my eyes closed I could hear mumbled voices outside of the car, I think I heard Tom say; "I'm going to claim him first, I'll text you when he's ready"

I never fooled myself thinking it was love. It was what it was. An older man supporting a needy kid. I knew all I had to offer him was money, and a big dick. These kids are easy to find. They're everywhere on the internet. Bad families, broken homes, parents kicking them out because they're gay. All of them desperate to find someone to take care of them. That's how I met Brad. His parents kicked him out at 18 for being gay. I happened to run across him online one day while he was at the library using their computers. We chatted and he told me he was looking for a "houseboy" position. Well I was in need of a "houseboy". I didn't get laid too much, seeing that I was 55, pudgy, and honestly, ugly. Oh, and hiv+. I had a couple guys my age and older that I'd fuck around with, mostly because of the nice 10 inch cock I had been blessed with. Otherwise, it was the baths or the bookstores, but they got tedious at times. Brad seemed like a perfect find. He didn't mind my age, or my looks, or my status as long as we were safe. He wanted my money and my big cock, and a place to live. And I wanted a young fuckboy. We met downtown at a coffee shop downtown near the shelter he was staying at. He was exactly what he described. 5' 8", skinny, dark, skater boy hair and clothes. I got hard as soon as I saw him. We talked for a while and he seemed really down to earth and real. I told him everything I expected from him. A clean house and yard, and sex whenever, and however I wanted, I was pretty kinky. I agreed to keep it safe, and he agreed to being my "property." In exchange he would have room and board, and an allowance. I would even help him get his GED since his parents kicked him out before his senior year started. Pretty easy rules I thought. I took him and his only backpack home with me to start our "relationship." I think he was in shock the first night when he saw my cock, I told him it was 10 inches, but not that it was thick too. I have to admit I loved his cries and whimpers as I forcefully raped his sweet little hole for the first time. But hey, if I have to be safe, then I'll make up for it! We quickly settled into our new life. It was nice not to have to worry about cleaning and yardwork. And it was especially nice to have a nice young boy to use daily. Life was ideal for the next 8 months, then things changed. I had to travel a lot, usually 2 to three days at a time. I never worried about Brad when I was gone. I figured he just chilled during those days, maybe letting things like his rope burns heal. Until that one fateful day when I unexpectedly returned 2 days early from a trip. I was supposed to be back Sunday, but things changed and I found myself coming home Friday night instead. I entered the house and started up the stairs when I heard sounds from the bedroom. Sex sounds. I peeked through my cracked bedroom door, and from the mirror I could see Brad, face down on MY bed getting plowed by a man while another man watched. And even worse, that fucking slut was taking it raw! I stood in the hallway listening to Brad's cries of ecstasy as he begged the man fucking him to dump another load in him. I turned red in anger at this betrayal, but didn't interrupt the action. Instead I snuck back out and waited for the men to leave. After they had gone, I returned to the house and went upstairs. I saw Brad on my bed fingering his freshly fucked cummy hole. He would stick his fingers in, then lick off the cum he could dig out. He was quite startled when I walked in. "Dan what are you doing here?" He asked in a panic. "I got home early, slut!" I shouted. He looked genuinely scared of my obvious anger. "Is this what you do when I'm gone? Let men bareback you?" "Please!" He pleaded. "It's not what you think, I swear! I've never done that before!" I backhanded him. "Don't fucking lie to me! And in MY bed? You can't even be a whore in your own room? You disrespectful piece of trash! I took you in, gave you everything, and this is how you repay me? You're going to pay now, bitch!" With that I grabbed one of his skinny wrists while he cried and pleaded, but I quickly had him restrained face down on the bed. I stripped and lined my rock hard cock up to his already cum lubed fuck chute. "Please don't do this!" he begged through tears. I stopped. "You're right." I said calmly. "This is not the way I should be doing this." Brad breathed a sigh of relief as I climbed off the bed, and left the room, only to return with his toothbrush. "THIS is how I should do it!" I shouted as I rammed his toothbrush up his cunt, digging in as hard as I could, rubbing, scraping, until pink cum ran out. All the while Brad thrashed and screamed and begged me to stop. I finally pulled it out, only to ram my thick monster right in. Brad screamed more as I savagely fucked his bleeding cunt. I rammed his filthy, bloody toothbrush in his mouth, making him taste his bloody ass as I continued my assault. I fucked him more viciously than I have ever fucked someone, and squeezed his throat until he almost passed out as I pumped my toxic cum into his ravaged hole. After I pulled out and he lay sobbing, I spit on his face saying, "It ain't over yet, bitch!"

I always masturbate myself with porn and i didn't have much free times for hang out. I had to help my family business at home. I was such naive young boy and so quickly erection. Only i swum at school pool, i had big boner over my speedo. so i masturbate everyday, someday more than twice. and i never played with any guys before. I not like to open my gay life to get bullied at school. Until two German friends of my Dad visiting us, they had to stay with me in same room for 4 nights. I was upset because i couldn't masturbate at my room. They were kind and very polite and always have good smell on their bodies. It very hot summer time in Asia, i guess they using perfume for against mosquito. The second night i had to masturbate at toilet so i woke up about 1 A.M. and went to toilet with my Manga cartoon book. When i read few pages, my dick was fucking hard as stone with juicy precum. I was so enjoyable masturbating for a while, suddenly toilet door opened! One of my dad' friend stared at me. i was completely naked and got red face. Fuckkk up He apologized for not knocking door and I Had to finish my pleasure and back to sleep with heart beating fast. I didn't talk to them all day At the 3 rd night, i woke up with surprise. I felt somebody hands over my pajamas and his nose so close to my mouth. Before i able to open my table lamp, he began kiss my lip and rub over my boy body then the other old men using his hand touching my dick. i was shock by this attack and also like it. it liked heavy electric run through my body. My virgin dick was sucked by them and it felt so good to have someone masturbate for me and sucking me for 1st time. Two daddies sucked me like licking ice cream , they cleaned my balls and licked all of my body parts they told me that I had perfect boy odor and they were so wanting me from the the 1 st night. I didn't know what to say, i felt good and weird at same time. I finally burst my creamy load over their mouths and faces. They swallow all my boy juice, cleaned up my dick. i felt so great after my load off, then i realize that they got huge cocks. they masturbate each other and cum like big mess on the carpet. XXoX timmyboi

I awoke early Saturday morning, even though it was past midnight when I fell asleep nestled in Bud’s arms, playing little spoon to my brothers big spoon. I rolled over just enough to see the clock “5:45”. Granted I had just had one of my more erotic of dreams where Hamilton and I were naked together making out and caressing each other’s bodies as Bud and Cameron cheered us on. I awoke as the Nocturnal Ejaculation subsided, having shot a huge load into my briefs, Bud’s hard cock rubbing on my covered ass cheeks, evidently he too had a nocturnal ejaculation as the seat of my briefs was wet and sticky as well. It somehow felt good to have Bud’s cock rubbing on my ass, I wasn’t sure why but it just did. I slowly disengaged myself from Bud’s embrace and stripped off my cummy underwear I held them to my face and inhaled their masculine scent, making my cock rise again, I stuffed them under my pillow, wrapped a towel around my waist and crossed the hall to the bathroom. After taking a piss I returned to our room, I slid naked next to my brother and wiggled my ass against his semi hard cock, it just seemed right. I fell back to sleep, waking up almost three hours later to find Bud had found his way back to his bed and was snoozing under a light blanket. I threw back the covers revealing my hard cock as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, Bud watching my every move, I could see him lick his lips as I stood up, reaching into my chest of drawers I pulled on a pair of Bud’s boxers, my cock tenting out the front then turning my back on Bud I reached down and grabbed my shorts, seductively bending over to reveal my ass encased in Buds boxers as I pulled the shorts on, teasing my big bro. I pulled on a tee shirt and tossed Bud his shorts and a clean white tee “Mom will have breakfast on the table soon, I can smell the bacon” He chuckled and flung the blanket off himself revealing his hard on “see what you do to me little bro, you sexy little fucker” His cock was bouncing as he attempted to put his shorts on, now I never thought of Bud as one who might be interested in guys but Fuck I was and why not Bud as well. I left the bedroom door open and headed down stairs, to the kitchen where dad and Cameron were already digging into the pancakes stacked before them, I grabbed a plate and stacked a couple on my plate along with a scoop of eggs and a couple of sausages, bacon really wasn’t my thing. Bud walked in about 2 minutes later, grabbed himself some grub and sat down next to me at the table, nobody the wiser what we shared last night and this morning. After breakfast I went up to take a shower only to have Cameron and Bud Join me in the stall their bodies rubbing against mine as we all three attempted to soap and rinse off, I noticed Cameron was chubbed up just like Bud and me, I began wondering if my eldest brother got off on guys as well. I got dressed and headed over to the office, I had some sorting out to do in the mailroom, Hamilton was already there as well as Rick his little brother and Hector as well. I went through my sorting routine and then cornered hector in the back corner “So you like making out with your cousin eh, would you like me too?” “Oh Thom, I’ve had a crush on you since I started” I planted a kiss on his lips and then slipped a tongue between them, it was fun teasing my little cousin, I slapped him on his ass and told him to get back to work, and after all I had to keep some semblance of decorum didn’t I? The rest of the day I teased Hamilton and Hector with sideways glances and innuendo then sent them home frustrated and horny. Sunday was a family day and we all enjoyed a picnic lunch out in the park , a game of touch football, and a friendly softball game pitting the various groups of Blue Madison’s against the Gold Madison’s, a formulation devised by my Great-great grandfather to make up sports teams without the usual picking system of team captains picking from a line up, instead the blues would be comprised of the Senior member of the clan and the 2nd and 4th born or even birth in each family group be it male or female who wanted to play, The Golds would consist of the Junior most member of the clan and the 1st and 3rd born or any uneven birth. I being a 3rd child got to play on the Golds along with Cameron, whereas Bud played for the Blues. Now the captain of the blues hardly changed unless they retired or handed down their title the Captain of the Golds changed each year after the camping trip, since the youngest member of the Clan would become the junior clan leader thus giving a fluidity to the clan’s hierarchy. I having been born just a few weeks prior to the Camping trip and the Clans annual meeting of the families would most likely be named Junior Clansmen. Another thing to excite me, Bud and Cameron stuck close by me during the picnic and we had a great time, eating so much that upon dinner time we were only just snacking, at around 7 Cameron asked if I would like to go running with Bud and him, I readily agreed and ran up to put on my running shorts, I stripped out of the shorts I had been wearing all day and removed my underwear as well expecting to don my jock to keep my junk from flopping I suddenly realized I had put my jock in the wash on the last day of classes and didn’t want to put on clothes just to run down to the laundry, I reached in Bud’s drawer and pulled out his jock, raising it to my nose I inhaled my brothers scent, it was a mixture of ball sweat, urine, and I detected cum. It made me hard I reached under my pillow and retrieved the briefs with my and Buds cum dried on them and inhaled in that scent as well making me even harder, I was becoming a pervert as I stuffed the briefs back under my pillow, and put on Bud’s Jock strap then my running shorts, the jock was so stretched out and my cock was so hard it did little to contain my semi hard snake but fuck, I was just going running with my brothers. I made it down stairs without running across my mom or dad and joined Bud and Cameron out on the porch, lucky for me some of my excitement had subsided and my cock was beginning to be contained by the jock. We started out slow and steady running down the street and into the park along the paths set up for running and jogging as well as biking. We were about a mile ingot the jog when Cameron pulled onto a less used Jogging trail and headed up a small hill, Bud and I just followed. Upon cresting the hill and just beyond so the park was obstructed from view Cameron pulled off into a clearing and sat on the picnic tables which conveniently had been placed here, I guess for secluded romantic picnics. He sat on the bench glistening with sweat and pulled out a doobie and lit it Bud, took it from him and took a drag, then passed it to me to Tooke on, I took a hit and passed it back to my eldest brother who took a hit then reached over and grabbed my head, put his lips to mine and exhaled the smoke into my lungs, shotgunning the hit into me. But as I exhaled back through my nose he continued to kiss me placing his one hand behind my head and the other caressed my chest. I was all hot and sweaty as well and although the kiss was hot and sweet, the fondling of my torso was a bit abrasive and I soon pulled away. I looked at my older brother and smiled “Sorry I liked the kiss, but my tank top sticks to my torso when it gets damp and sweaty and not that all comfortable when pressed into my skin” Cameron smiled back “well then take it off let’s see how well little Thom has developed” I pulled my top over my head and tucked it into my shorts, actually into the waist band of the jock as my shorts had sunk down revealing the elastic band and the top crevasse of my ass, Bud standing behind me noticed and quietly catcalled as Cameron again took me into his embrace and kissed me again “Fuck, weed gets me so horny” Cameron was excited and conflicted as anyone could come running by at any moments and we were out in the open, he ran his hands over my sweaty chest, almost leaning in to lick the droplets from my skin, then pulling back “Just two more days little bro, just two more days and we can start having fun together” Cameron got up from the picnic table and began to jog in place taunting Bud and I, before turning and running down the trail even further into the woods, Bud and I ran after him catching up almost a football field’s length away. We continued or jog as the path circled back around into the park, I reached home first with Cameron and Bud close behind, I raced up the stairs and into my room, Bud followed suit and I could hear him and Cameron on the stairs bouncing off of each other just like they did as kids, what seemed like so long ago but in actuality was just a few short years before. After all Bud was just 21 and Cameron was just 22 each in a different college. They had not really seen each other since Christmas and the men’s gathering would give them a chance to reconnect as well. I grabbed the top from the waist band of the jock and threw it in the hamper, I was removing the running shorts when Bud came into the room, walked up to me and snapped the band on the jock “So you’re not just borrowing my boxers you’re pilfering my used jocks as well, you little pervert” He had caught me but he was smiling this shit eating grin, which told me he was fine with me being a bit kinky and borrowing his clothes even the more intimate ones. I let him remove the jock from my body as my cock popped out and struck him in the arm, he wrapped a hand around my hardening cock and said “two days little brother and we can have some fun, but for now you have to wait” he dropped my cock and wrapped a towel around my waist pushing me towards the bathroom. Our house was modest but it also said we were pillars of the community, it was large enough at four bedrooms to afford Cameron, being the oldest his own single (Smaller) room with Bud and I sharing a good size room which accommodated two single size beds two dressers a chest of drawers and two desk with ample room in the middle to wrestle if we wanted, which we did as kids a lot, I missed those days a bit. My parents had a large master suite at the other side of the house and our bedroom shared a large bathroom that had a tub separate from the large shower. Dad had the bathroom remodeled when we were kids taking space from the fourth bedroom, which mom made into the craft room, during the remodel he realized that all his boys were jocks and not really ashamed of their bodies, as we always bathed together so he installed a shower which would accommodate multiple persons. It had two shower heads and room for four guys to stand at a time if needed. I entered the bath to hear the shower already running and saw Cameron standing under a spray of water his eyes closed his body glistening with the rivulets of water running down his back and sides. I dropped my towel and entered in behind him. I reached around him and hugged him as he turned and planted a kiss on my lips never opening his eyes, he reached down and groped my hardening cock. He open his eyes and mumbled “oh Shit Thom” I looked at him confused, Bud entered behind me sandwiching me between my brothers “he thought it was me little bro” “Just over a day and we can have fun, Thom, Dad would have our asses if we broke the code” “The code?” “You’ll find out on Tuesday little brother” He began washing the sweat from my body as Cameron washed down my front soaping up my chest and engorged tool letting the soap flow down between my legs, then stepping back to allow the water to rinse away the soap, Bud backed off as well turning me around so all the soap would rinse away “Ok, Thom time for you to hit the hay its already getting late, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow” I had no clue what he meant about big day, but I toweled myself off and wrapped it around my waist and went to my room, threw on a pair of Bud’s boxers, then returned to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Upon my entrance I found my brothers embraced in the shower, Cameron grinding against Bud, who was leaning up against the wall moaning, suddenly Cameron stepped back and Bud dropped to his knees and took Cameron into his mouth, Cameron then deposited his seed on Buds tongue, Bud gulped down his spooge, I was excited and shocked as I backed out of the bathroom and back to my bedroom. I left on Buds light but extinguished my own, pulling the covers up and rolling towards the wall. It was about 15 before Bud reentered the room, I could hear him rustling around on his side, and then the room went dark, I closed my eyes an tried to sleep but I couldn’t get the image of Cameron shooting his load into my middle brother’s mouth. I was rock hard fantasizing it was me getting that load, questions ran through my head, did his cum taste like mine, as I routinely licked my spunk from my fingers when I jerked off, I pulled the briefs from my pillow and breathed in their aroma, I was dripping precum into Bud’s boxers, but I didn’t care as I kept fantasizing it was me in that shower, I fell asleep with visions of me and Cameron, and Bud, my dreams were filled with all the boys I had lusted after over the years both family and those from school and athletics. The boxers were drenched in cum when I woke the next morning, my sheets were wet and sticky, for a second I thought I had wet the bed but being kinky and perverted I sniffed the offending wetness to discover it was cum, I must have shot multiple loads throughout the night for them to be so wet, I looked over at Buds bed and it appeared to not have been slept in, I couldn’t decide whether Bud had become a neat freak in college however I doubted that or had slept elsewhere last night. With the coast clear and no one to witness my actions I went back to taking in whiffs from my sheets and the boxers which I had removed, leaving me sitting there naked with the shorts pressed to my face, my tongue lashed out at the material lapping up the remnant of my nocturnal emission, it was salty sweet, I began sucking the material to get as much cum out as possible, then started lapping at the sheets sucking out the cum, I was quickly getting addicted to the taste of my cum. I was once again rock hard as I lay back on Bud’s bed heels over head tilting back so as to get my cock near my lips, a thought struck me and I righted myself somewhat and being limber I once again raised my legs locking my knees behind my armpits, leaned my head forward and took the head into my mouth, as I relaxed a bit in this position and I pulled my hips further back I could suck almost half of my cock in. I ran my tongue around the head and soon as I worked my tool felt that tingling start in my loins I sucked faster, and was soon rewarded with a sweet load of creamy jism flowing into my mouth. I kept sucking until I became too sensitive to continue, thank you mom for suggesting those stretching and ballet classes to limber up my body and give me more grace out on the field as a wide reliever and third baseman, guess it also made me more limber to pleasure my sexual needs. When I got downstairs, Bud was just getting in “Spent the night at Coles last night” leaning into Dads ear whispered “Didn’t want to break the code, Thom is just so sexy and tempting” dad just grinned, turning towards me he pulled out a typewritten page of things I need to do in the mail room today, even though it’s a holiday, some preparations need to be done to accommodate the weeklong shut down of the business, although the most Junior members of the family would see to daily operations of the mail sorting. I walked to the office and went down the list with Hamilton who would be the next in line to be senior mail clerk. After going through and confirming things Hamilton asked me to join him in the break room, it was already well into the afternoon and I had little left to do, although I accomplished a lot already, more than I had expected. “Cuz, I know you’re off to the retreat tomorrow, and it won’t be the same when you return” There were tears in his eyes, and I could tell he was upset “I don’t know how to say this but I think I’m in love with you, you are my hero, and I’m afraid as you move up and go off to school, you’ll forget about me and what we mean to each other” By now he was full on crying and sobbing uncontrollably, like it was a real breakup or something “I’ll never forget you Ham, you’re one of my favorite cousins, kissing or no, you’re my best bud, my partner in crime, and next year is your turn for the retreat” His weeping subsided “Really, is that how you feel about me?” I pulled him to me and kissed him full on, driving deep with my tongue, massaging his shoulders and pecs, it took a lot of energy but I reframed from going lower to grope his package. He pulled apart from me and confessed “Thom, I don’t know if I can go through with it, I I’ve had fun teasing you and our other cousins and brothers, but it’s just a game to you all, I think I’m really queer, how will all the others react when that comes out?” I tried not to laugh but a chuckle did emerge, which made him angry, I pulled him in and gave him a tight hug “We’ll cross that bridge when the time comes stud” With all the queer things that had happened to me over the years, especially since I turned 18 I didn’t think Hamilton had much to worry about. I looked up and it was almost supper time so I told Hamilton and the boys to go home, they had their work cut out for them over the next week. Bud was already at the table when I got home and Grandad was there too, I tipped my ball cap to them as I rushed up to clean up for dinner, mom had made pot roast and mashed potatoes Cameron was missing and when I asked about it Dad said he had gone up early with my uncles to prep the cabin and stock the fridge for the week, had spent last night at Grandads loading the truck and supplies. I ate a hearty meal, then turned in early, Bud said he’d see me in the morning before heading over to Coles for the night. I retreated to my room and stripped down, I curled over and lifted my legs and soon was giving myself another blowjob, as I relaxed and perfected my technique I soon discovered I could almost take my whole shaft into my mouth, the head hitting the back and partially sliding down my throat, I gagged a couple time then began fingering my hole abit and my cock slid deeper into my throat as it seemed to lengthen and expand, I was just about to reach the point of no return when I heard my parent climbing the stairs, I quickly uncoiled, though my hard member continued to throb, they passed by my door and told grandad he could sleep in Cameron room for the night, Shit now I really had to be quiet. As my cock continued to throb and demand attention, my curiosity got the better of me and I reached into Bud’s desk drawer and retrieved the tape measure, holding an inch at my base I measured 10.75 inches, I was no slouch in the cock department nine and three quarters was pretty respectable, as big as what I’ve seen on my brothers, I guess we were all gifted, then I wrapped it around, damn I was a little over 6 inches around as well, no wonder I gagged a little when I sucked it down my throat. Then the pervert in me took over, it felt good with my fingers shoved up my hole, I wondered if my cock was long enough to shove it up there. I stood over by the dressing mirror and bent over, I spit on my fingers and shoved them in my hole, it was hot watching myself finger fuck me, then I pulled my cock down and around the head hit just above my hole, it would be tricky but I soon lined it up and began pressing myself into my hole, I was tight but with more spit and some Vaseline I found under Bud’s bed, the head slipped in, it hurt like fuck, but as I relaxed once more I found I could slid about three inches into my hole, then suddenly as I was sliding it back and forth in my hole I hit something inside that felt wonderful, I had almost half of my cock buried up my virgin ass, I kept bumping that spot and I moaned as my orgasm hit me, rope after rope of my own semen was filling me, as I kept pressing my cock into my hole, I kept shooting, not getting sensitive like I had when I jerk off or when I sucked myself off, no I wanted to keep fucking myself and cumming in my hole. I kept pounding my hole with my cock till I started to soften and shrink, it was then that my cock began to get sensitive and I laid back on Bud’s bed, for a year or so I hadn’t touched much on Buds side of the room but my curiosity was starting to get the best of me, and I was still really horny, even cumming loads up my own ass, I had seen the Vaseline when I bent over to fuck my hole. With my own cum dripping down my leg I leaned over with a flashlight and looked deeper under his bed, lots of dust bunnies and a shoebox was shoved into a corner I got down and reached for it, it had not been there a week before when I dust mopped the room, pulling it out, I realized Bud must have brought it back from college, It was boot sized and a little heavy. I opened the box and my cock sprang back to life, it was filled with novelties, sex toys to be exact or at least I believed them to be sex toys. One caught my eye though it was shaped like a little cock but it was tapered with a phalange at the base I grabbed it and using the cum dripping from my ass I lubed it up then shoved it into my hole I was smart enough to recognize the kinky little butt stopper and I was beginning to guess the uses for some of the other objects I quickly closed the box and placed it back under Bud’s bed slipped on a pair of his boxers then climbed into bed, if this box was any indication the next week would be loads of fun. Bud woke me up early the next morning at 5:45, I had once again had a nocturnal emission and my sheets were soaked with cum. With Bud spending last night at Coles and Cameron already up at the cabin I knew I’d have the shower to myself. As Bud went down to Breakfast, I tore my bed apart, placing the sheets in my laundry bin, I knew mom would appreciate my consideration to let the bed air out while I was gone, I grabbed some shorts, socks and a tee and headed into the bathroom, butt plug still firmly in place, I removed the plug and sat to expel my bowel only to have a cummy fart emerge, then some fecal matter then some more cum I pushed harder as more cum spurted out. I grabbed the plug and headed to the showers, coach had once shown us how to clean our bowels in health class and I wanted to be squeaky clean, I used the douche bag from under the sink and filled it with warm water from the shower head then proceeded to rinse out my bowel took my shower and reinserted the butt plug, it felt good rubbing up against my happy spot. I got dressed cursing I had forgot to grab a clean pair of boxers from Bud’s drawers, I did so like wearing his underwear, when I didn’t need to be contained. Oh well I thought I’ll just go commando like Bud does. I combed my blonde hair, brushed my teeth and headed down to breakfast, Dad and Grandad were grinning at me and Bud had a shit eating grin on his face as he and Cole and two of my other cousins jostled each other. I quickly downed the oatmeal mom had prepared, I was ready for adventure. By 6:30 we were loading into Grandads 1968 ford truck, Bud and Cole and my other two Cousins jumping into the back inside the camper shell their sleeping bags spread out on top of an old thin mattress, I between my Dad and Grandad. It was close to a four hour drive to the cabin, given its seclusion and distance from populated areas and although I had gotten a semi-restful night’s sleep I dozed off about an hour into the drive, as I slept on dads shoulder I would occasionally wake when we slowed down or hit a bump, once I dreamed I had looked back into the bed of the truck and saw Bud naked on his hands and knees sucking on one of my cousins while Cole was eating his ass and the other cousin was under him sucking his dick as we drove down the road. Or maybe I wasn’t dreaming, as grandad pulled off the main road, still almost an hour away and Bud was barely in his shorts as Cole and my cousins were feeling his chest and nibbling on his pecs. I had a hard on which was protruding from my shorts and drooling precum on my leg Grandad had his hand on my thigh and was occasionally scooping up the fluid and licking it off his fingers, dad was rubbing my nipples through my tee. Gee I thought I must still be asleep and dreaming as Grandad pulled up to the gate on the private road and dad got out to open it, grandad drove through and waited for dad to return, scooping up a large amount of precum dripping out my cock he licked it from his fingers then pulled me into kiss him my seminal fluid still on his lips, damn I tasted good and so did grandad. Dad got back in the truck and I turned around to the back to see Cole riding Bud’s engorged cock, the jostling of the truck helping Bud thrust deeper into the 21 year old

I posted on Craigslist here in Las Vegas yesterday that I was a raw cum dump and was looking for black tops to seed my ass. I got hit with several replies. One was from a 30 year old black guy named Darrin. Darrin and I have been chatting by email for over a year. But, our timing has just never worked out. Darrin said he was home all day and wanted to finally seed my hole. I told him I'd douche and shower and head to his apartment. I had seen pics of his cock. But I'd never seen his body or face pics. So, I was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door to his apt. He's a very attractive, young black man with a toned build. He answered the door in sweatpants and a wife beater tshirt. He had placed some towels on his sofa. So, that's obviously where he wanted us to have sex. We both immediately undressed. He was partially hard. I sat on the sofa, he stepped up to me and I began to suck him. He was fully hard in my mouth in just a matter of minutes. Quickly, he was bending over and feeling my asscrack. I stood, turned and knelt on the sofa. He squeezed some lube on my hole and then slid his 7", but slender black cock up inside me. It felt great going up inside me in one, quick thrust. He fucked hard and deep, then would pull out to keep from coming. Then he slammed into me again and pounded for another few minutes, before again pulling out. Finally, he couldn't control himself anymore. "Oh, Fuck.....! I've gotta cum." he said as he slammed repeatedly into me. I squeezed my ass on his dick and he moaned. "Ahhh....Fuck!", he groaned as his load filled my ass. It was maybe a 10 minute fuck. But felt great. We both dressed and I left. When I got into my car, I checked my messages. I had a message from another guy that I had sucked off before. He had seen my ad and wanted another blow job from me. He's a half black/half latino, Str8 kid in his late 20's. He's got a nice, 8", uncut cock. Sadly, he won't fuck. But he does have a great cock for sucking. I messaged him back and told him I was 30 minutes away, but was on my way. He met me at the door of his apt. wearing gym shorts and a sweatshirt. We went to his sofa. He dropped his shorts and I took my place between his legs. His cock was soft. I sucked on his foreskin as his cock began to swell. Soon he was fully hard in my mouth and I was sucking the length of it. Then I licked the underside and licked his balls. He moaned in approval when I sucked on his egg sized balls. About 10 minutes of my cock worship finally brought him off. He filled my mouth with his hot seed as he arched his back and groaned. I got up, thanked him for the load and left his apt. I once again checked my messages. There was another text from Darrin. "Damn! I could fuck you again. My dick's still hard", he messaged. I texted back. "U serious? I can come back if you want to fuck again". "Come over", he texted. I headed back the 30 minutes to Darrin's. This time he answered the door totally nude. I stripped off and we repeated the same scenario. I sat on the sofa. Sucked him hard. The he threw a towel onto the floor. I got on my knees on the floor and he slipped his 7" black cock up into me. "Ahhh.........You're still wet", he says as his cock slides balls deep into me. He again repeats his pattern of slamming hard and deep into me. Then pulls out and pauses to keep from cumming. This time he took about 20 minutes of edging, before he could stand it no longer. "Ah, fuck.......Gotta' cum!" he says as he pounds me hard. "Ahhhh......Ahhhh......Jesus!" he yells as he fills my ass with his second load. He pulls out and I get up. We both dress. Derrick is a military contractor. Unfortunately, he goes to the Middle East for extended periods of time. I'm hoping to hook up with him a few more times before he returns to the Middle East again. He'll be fun to have a "regular" fuck buddy.

I thought about my response for mere seconds before muttering “of course I will go back to your place, can we smoke some more when we get there?” Dan began to smile and gathered his pipe and torch from the coffee table. “Oh Corey, I have lots more T for us to smoke and even a few more things if you’re open to trying them?” For me the feeling of euphoria that was rushing over my body made me feel invincible. I felt completely at ease with Dan, and I could only think about getting back to his place and smoking some more. I hurriedly packed a bag with a few items, a change of clothes, another pair of underwear, and a fresh bottle of poppers I had just received in the mail. We arrived at Dan’s building and once inside I was astounded by his impressive view. From his penthouse location I could see not only the beach, but into downtown, and I could even faintly make out the top of my own building. Dan told me to put my things down and join him in the kitchen, and I complied and hurriedly sat down next to him on a barstool at the center island. He was mixing some clear liquid and began measuring out a small quantity of it into two glasses, half full of orange Gatorade. “What is that?” I inquired. “This is G and it will relax you a bit and make you feel more comfortable, would you like that?” I had to admit that being in a stranger’s home did have me feeling a bit uneasy, so I agreed to have some of the drink when it was offered to me. I started out sipping it, but I noticed that Dan chugged his entire drink in one gulp, so I followed suit. As soon as I finished swallowing I was met with a rather unpleasant taste, not terrible, but definitely not something I was used to consuming. Impressed by my drinking the entire cup down in one go, Dan stood up and asked me “How do you feel about underwear, I personally love to see a hot young twink modeling many different kinds for his Daddy, would you try on some for me?” I hesitated at first, immediately being overcome with self doubt. I now snapped back to reality and the gravity of my current situation became apparent to me once more. “Ummm I guess we could do that, I mean I bought an extra pair in my bag.” Dan silently guided me by my arm into his bedroom. It was an expansive room with an equally impressive view of the beach. It contained a large king sized bed, wall mounted television that practically took up the entire wall, a small desk with a computer, and ofcourse a walk in closet and on suite bathroom. I sat on the bed as Dan walked into the closet. He returned with a large clear bin. He sat the tub down in front of me and removed the cover. Inside were countless pairs of underwear. They varied in shape and design, but all appeared to be size small “Perfect” I thought, “these will all fit me!” I asked Dan where he got all of these, I mean there had to be 60 pairs crammed into this one container. Dan smiled and flashed a beautiful grin at me and replied “From my past conquests of course.” I was stunned. “You mean each of these is from a guy that you’ve been with, sexually?” I was astounded at the idea of Dan being with so many different guys. He clearly had a type, and it was small thin guys who enjoyed every style and design of undies imaginable. “Well yes I have been with many different boys like you, and most find that after our time spent together, they wanted me to have a souvenir to remember them by.” I was confused now. What could possibly make a guy like me, or any of these boys, leave a pair of perfectly good briefs for Dan to keep. The idea was foreign to me, and reading through the many brands and labels I could tell that these were not cheap throwaway underwear. Calvins, Ginch Gonch, 2xist, D&G, Aussiebum, even Andrew Christians like my own jockstrap. Feeling my apprehension, Dan placed his hand on my thigh and gently massaged my leg. “Come now, don’t overthink this, how about we get you into a few pairs of these and you can give Daddy a nice show?” I slid off of the bed and pulled off my soccer shorts and removed my tank top. I placed my baseball cap back onto my head, but I turned it around backwards. “Very sexy Corey, you are going to make a very hot boy for Daddy to play with, would you like that?” I flashed an uneasy grin at Dan and he could sense my hesitation. “Here why don’t we smoke some more before you begin, I’ve found it helps my boys LOOSEN up a bit.” My heart began to race at the mere mention of smoking. I couldn’t believer this, I had never even so much as tried marijuana, and here I was giddy with the thought of having more T! “Can I ask what exactly T is?” and as soon as those words left my lips, the smoking pipe was placed in front of them. I inhaled deeply as Dan held the pipe and torch at the optimal angles. “Inhale as much as you can, and then hold it for a moment.” “Good boy now let it out!” I did as I was instructed and I saw a long cloud of white smoke billow out from between my lips. It seemed like an eternity passed as I was mesmerized at the sight of so much smoke leaving my boy. “Wow that was an amazing first hit boy, how do you feel?”

I'm definitely in the "clean camp". I absolutely will not give in to the moment's notice lure. Look, I'm 43 years old and I know how my body works. If I don't feel confident in my abilities I will take a pass and am completely upfront with whomever is asking. I typically say "I'd love to, but I'm not 'prepared'. Can I get a raincheck?" Most tops appreciate the courtesy and we almost always connect later. 99.999% of guys that try to make you feel bad in a "use it or lose it" kind of way are flakes anyway and are catfishing. I take 60 grams of fiber and consistently drink about 2 gallons of water per day (kidney stones are a mother fucking bitch) so when I do clean out its generally easy peasy. That being said, when I DO take the time to clean out, I better get a minimum of 5 loads or I view it as wasted time.

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It was the afternoon, after work, rush hour on the freeway. I pulled off the freeway and stopped at one of the ABS's that has a double theater. I bought my bottle of fresh poppers, paid my admission into the theater and was buzzed into the dark twin theatre. I felt my way along the wall, until it opened up into the side of the theater that showed the str8 movies. It takes my eyes quite awhile to adjust to the darkness. I could finally make out the outlines of 3 guys sitting in the plastic chairs along the back wall. There were also one guy sitting along the front wall, on both sides of the projection screen. Those very dark front corners are where most of the "action" happens in this side of the theater. I stepped up to the guy on the right side of the screen. He reached for my crotch. But, I was there to suck dick. I was not interested in having mine sucked, yet. I crossed to the other side of the screen. Same thing with this guy. He wanted to suck me. So, I decided to go into the gay/trans/bi side of the theater. There was one guy sitting along the back wall. He was playing with his cell phone. Two more guys were sitting along the side wall. It was too dark to tell if they had their dicks out, or not? In the darkness, I could make out an empty seat between the two guys on the side wall. As my eyes adjusted, I could tell the guy sitting to my left had his cock out and was stroking. I reached over to him and he allowed me to stroke his cock. It was about 6"s. I quickly got down on my knees, between his legs and took his cock into my mouth. With his cock in my mouth, I looked up to him. He appeared to be about 50 year old. Probably a married guy, who's wife doesn't blow him. He was a quick cummer. Only about a minute or two of my sucking brought a soft moan from him. And he filled my mouth with his hot load. I stood and walked back to the str8 side. The guy that had been sitting on my right also got up and followed me into the str8 side of the theater. I moved along the side wall, towards the front of the room. To the dark corner on the left side of the screen. The other guy followed me. I stood in the corner and he walked up to me. It was too dark to see his face, but I reached forward and felt his crotch. He was rock hard under his pants. From the little that I could see of him in the dark, he appeared to be a white guy in his mid 40's. He had a bearish, muscular, masculine build. He had the look of a construction worker or laborer. He began to undo his belt and unzip his jeans as I dropped to my knees and took a drag on my poppers. Then I wrapped my mouth around his rock hard cock. His cock was about 7"s, cut and had a nice thickness to it. I massaged his hairy balls as I worshipped his cock. He lifted his shirt up to expose his chest. I reached up and began to tweak, pinch and flick his nipples as they hardened to my touch. His chest was hairy. And his nipples grew hard and thick as I played with them. My mouth alternated between his cock and balls. After about 10 minutes of worshipping his cock, he took his hand and placed it on the back of my head. He pulled my head hard against him, forcing his cock to the back of my throat. I felt his cock throb and then he let out a soft moan as his cock exploded, deep in my throat. As I came up for air, I licked the sweet cum, still oozing from his piss slit. He pulled up his jeans, buckled up and left the theater, very quickly. Immediately, a guy that had been sitting along the back wall got up and walked over to me. He opened his pants and put his cock to my lips. I looked up to him. Though it was too dark to see his face very well, he appeared to be a latino guy in his mid 30's. Wearing cargo shorts and a hoodie. His cock was uncut, with an ample foreskin covering his cockhead. I could taste his sweet precum oozing from his puckered foreskin. As his cock fully hardened in my mouth, I pushed the skin back with my lips and flicked my tongue under his mushroom cock head. "Ahhhh....... Papi. Suck my cock", he whispered. I sucked and licked his cock and balls for a few minutes. Then he pulled his pants down to his ankles and turned. "Eat my ass, Papi. Lick my hole", he groaned. I put my face up to his ass as he bent forward and spread his ass cheeks. He had a sweaty, musky smell to his ass. I pressed my face between his cheeks and licked his puckered hole. I flicked my tongue across it. Then slid my tongue up into his hole. He was stroking his cock as I ate his ass. He very quickly straightened up, turned and began to spray my face with his cum as it exploded from his cock. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and took as much as I could into my mouth. But most of his load covered my face. "Gracias, Papi", he said as he pulled his pants up and left the theater. I got up, went into the bathroom and wiped my face. It was time to head home. But, I had a great 3 loads in 30 minutes at the ABS. GOD! I love living in Vegas!

FT. LAUDERDALE - Was super horny yesterday and went to Slammer around 7:30pm. It was fairly quiet at first but got busier as the night went on. My favorite gloryhole cumdump was there and took my cock several times, working out one load into his pre-loaded hole. The best part of my night was when I was standing around the gloryhole booths in nothing but boxer brief underwear and I saw a hot darker-skinned guy in the vicinity. I glanced his direction and then walked over to the center gloryhole stall. A few seconds later I heard the stall next to mine being occupied. I pulled down my underwear and stuck my hand thru the large gloryhole. It was the guy I was hoping for, he whipped out his cock. I sucked it until it was fully hard, deep throating it a couple of times before turning around and putting it up my hole. As he was fucking me, another dude entered the other gloryhole hole booth that adjoined mine. He quickly stuck his large, fat, uncut cock thru the hole. I was sucking on that fat cock while taking a big cock up my ass. The guy behind me enjoyed my hole for about 3 or 4 minutes before shooting a load in my ass. Once he pulled out I whipped around and sat on the other cock. He was so excited to use my freshly lubed hole that he nutted in my ass within 90 seconds! That, my friends, is exactly what I love...... freshly used holes, whether I'm the top or the bottom.... I just love that!

If I think there is a chance for sex my ass will be clean and ready. If I don't feel clean or am not sure I won't relax enough so it's a no go.

When the two of them were naked, Tommy pushed him down on the bed. Tommy began exploring Shane's hard muscled body. "I thought about this for long time," he said, running his hands over his pectorals and shoulders, tenderly touching his nipples with his fingertips. Shane was surprised to find himself getting turned on by Tommy's big body and probing hands. The touches across his chest were sending waves of electricity-like sensations across his bare body. He found himself getting turned on by Tommy's big body, the masculine strength and power it embodied. Soon, his hands were exploring Tommy's huge chest and massive shoulders. Shane was getting into it, the strength and power of Tommy's big body was becoming a great turn on to him. His cock was rock hard, and swordfighting with Tommy's thicker meat. Tommy's hand slid down Shane's back and after feeling his hard glutes, began to probe into his ass crack. It felt amazingly good. He then began playing with Shane's butthole. Shane raised a protest, "I don't do that." "I do," Tommy replied, and proved more firmly into the hole. "I'm going to fuck this hole." Shayne shook his head. "No, I won't do that." Tommy took his hand away, but only long enough to squirt a clear, viscous liquid onto his fingertiips. When he pressed his fingers this time, he was able to just press pass the tight ring that guarded the entrance to Shayne's asshole. Shayne gasped. "That feels good, don't it feel good?" He continued to massage just inside the ring of his asshole. It was making Shayne feel things he had never felt before, his body was responding to the intrusion in ways he could not describe. Tommy grunted in satisfaction at the pleasure he was giving him, but his ultimate goal was to get his cock inside that tight wide receiver's ass. He massaged the hole with his fingertips, teaching Shayne how good it felt to have his ass opened. Finally, Shayne relented. "OK," he almost whispered. Tommy forcefully positioned Shayne's muscled body on the bed, shoving a couple of pillows underneath him to raise his add. He shuffled over and took his big, hard cock in his hand, guiding it to Shayne's tight hole. He pressed the head against it. Despite the muscles there being somewhat relaxed from the earlier massage, it still resisted the intrusion of Tommy's meaty head. When the head finally began pushing inside, Shayne cried out. Nothing had prepared him for the pain of being violated; and this was barely the first inch. "Stop! I can't... he called out." "No, man, you can take it," Tommy assured him. He left the first part of his head in to let Shayne get used to it. He pressed in a little more. Shayne winced, and his body shuddered with the pain. Shayne was no stranger to pain. He'd been carried off the field more than once. He'd ended games and even practices with every muscle crying out in pain, He'd torn a muscle in his elbom that required six months of agonizing rehab. But this was an entirely new arena of pain. A place he had never felt it. He cried out as Tommy pressed it in, and it pushed, forcing its way inside of him, like forcing a size 14 foot into a size 9 boot. Shayne couldn't help but cry out, it hurt so much. Tommy clamped a big meaty hand over his mouth. "Ssh, it's okay." Shayne could see the ragged, chewed up nails at the tips of Tommy's big fingers. When Tommy had himself buried to the full length of his shaft in Shayne's taut ass, he paused, enjoying having the tight muscles surrounding his cock. He sighed with the pleasure of how good it felt ... for him. Then, he started fucking. Slowly after first. Shayne's moans were muffled by the hand over his mouth. He pulled out and pushed in. Pulled out and pushed in. He took his hand away from Shayne's mouth so he could raise to a better position on his back. He held down on Tommy's shoulders to steady his big bulk and continued to thrust into him. He found a rhythm. Shayne felt his thrusts, hs body and the entire body slammed every time Tommy thrust in. Almost 300 lbs of athlete on top of Shayne, his belly rubbing into Shayne's back, legs pinned under the giant, muscled, powerful legs of the giants. He felt like he was getting smaller, disappearing, almost becoming a child beneath the body of a large man, shrinking under the mass of muscle and fat outside of him, and the hard rod of meat plunging inside of him. And then, Tommy started breathing faster. His rhythm quckened his thrusts became harder. Tommy let out a long groan and pushed especially hard into Shayne's ass. He was cumming. He bellowed like a bull when he came. His cock swelled in Shayne's ass chute as he delivered his load. Then, he was still for a few moments, his heavy body dropped down on Shayne's back; Tommy's chest and stomach almost smothering. Shayne fought to breathe as he waited for him to pull his cock from his ass... for the pain to stop. But instead, Tommy caught his breath, pushed himself up on his arms again, and resumed fucking. He pulled back until the just head of his dick was still inside, then thrusted forward again. The big linebacker was going for a second round. Shayne began moaning again, and this time, Tommy did nothing to quiet him. He went at his backside like a machine, pounding his lust into the helpless athlete pinned underneath him. And then, Shayne felt a load building in his own cock. He didn't understand why or how, but something Tommy was doing was bringing his own cock to orgasm. The sensation of his balls releasing and the load filling his urethra came rapidly, and then all at once, he felt his body shudder as he sprayed the sheets underneath him. The intensity of his orgasm coupled with the pain Tommy's cock was inflicting brought Shayne to the edge of unconsciousness. He felt as though he were about to pass out, and tried to push himself up with his arms. But Tommy clamped down his big hands on Shayne's wrists and pressed down on him again. Tommy paid no notice to Shayne's orgasm, didn't even notice, but continued fucking him as before. Then, he groaned and pushed up harder than ever before into Shayne's violated rectum, unleashing his second load of sperm. Tommy was still after he came the second time. He'd stopped moving but Shayne could hear his heavy breathing, and feel the weight of his big belly and arms against his torso. Tommy's face was at the back of his neck, and he could feel the feverish heat and sweat on, and also the wet strands of hair tickling his neck. After his breathing returned to normal, Tommy said, "I think I can go one more time." "I don't think I can take it," Shayne said. "Sssh," Tommy whispered. And he began to slowly pull his dick out and slowly push it back in. This third time, despite the lube, the spit, and the two loads of cum ... was far worse than the first two. The pain was raw. Shayne's hole burned. He tried to pushTommy off of him to make him stop, but he just pressed down harder and held him down. Tommy was grunting with effort, and sweat was beading on his face and falling in drops onto Shayne's back and shoulders. Sometime after Tommy's second load hit his chute, Shane felt something snap in his ass, as though a muscle had broken. When it happened, it was like his ass completely loosened up, and the pain and pressure of Tommy driving his thick cock down his shit tunnel gave way to something different. He felt the cock pushing into him, but there was no pain, just its presence filling him up and sliding into him. Shane felt a shudder go through his entire body and realized he was shooting his second load out from under himself. There was a mess beneath his stomach from the two loads he had shot. It took longer than the first two times combined for Tommy to reach his third orgasm. He shot his load with a satisfied moan, and then slowly pulled out of Shayne's ravaged ass, leaving behind a gaping, leaking hole. Without a word, Tommy put his clothes back on and showed himself out. After Tommy left, Shane lay in his bed for a long time, not moving, feeling completely wrecked. His legs shook uncontrollably. A stream of sticky white and pink fluid leaking into his sheets from his torn-up asshole.

Last load I took was about 20 mins ago, was my 6th load of the night from the 6th top that’s come over! Added his load deep in my ass with the other 5 loads! On Grindr right now arranging for 3 more tops to come breed me! Love a good Grindr marathon!

Just as I started to catch my breath, he leaned in and kissed me gently at first but then more aggressively—forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. At the same time he pulled my hands up over my head and pinned them down. With every action he was reinforcing his control over me—complete control. I was still pretty fuzzy from the overdose of g he had given me, so it was a lot for me to take in and process. But as he kissed me and held me down—his body heavy on top of me—I felt myself let go and give in to him. I started to kiss him back just as deeply. And I started to grind my hips up toward his cock. “That’s a good boy. You are starting to learn what you are and what you need. And daddy can give you what you need and help you become your true self. Do you understand boy?” I nodded my head slowly as he stroked by face and licked my ear. He pushed himself off of me and looked down “You are one hot fucking piece of ass, boy.” With no warning he grabbed my torso and lifted it up off the bed and over his shoulder—just as he had done with my boyfriend earlier—and started to carry me across the penthouse playroom. As he walked, he slapped my ass a few times, telling me how hot it was to fuck. “You have no idea how great that ass is. I’m not going to ever let you leave, boy. I’m just going to keep you up here fucked up getting fucked all the time. You don’t know it yet, but I’m about to change your life forever.” We finally reached wherever he was going, and he very gently set me down so that I was standing in front of him. Before I could look around he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m going to take such good care of you, boy. You have no idea how much pleasure I’m going to bring to your life. Are you ready?” I looked up into his eyes and nodded. “I want to hear you say you’re ready. Tell daddy you want to be his boy.” “Yes, daddy. I want to be your boy.” He leaned in close and cupped my chin with his hand. “Say it again, boy.” “I want to be your boy, daddy.” He started to shift his weight away from me and shake his head. “I don’t know, boy. You don’t seem like you really want it…” I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his hairy pecs, “Please, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want. Please! I need to be your boy.” I was completely overcome with terror as I thought about never being held or kissed or fucked by him again—this man who had drugged and raped me. I knew that part of it was the lingering effects of the g. But it was more than that. “I think you are ready, boy.” He walked me a few steps backward and leaned me back into a sling that was in a semiprivate alcove at the opposite end of the penthouse from the oversized bed. “This is my own little private play area—my husband can only come here when he’s invited. It’s where I like to break in my new fuck boys.” He gently lifted my legs into the sling and fastened them into cuffs and then pulled me all the way back into the sling and did the same for my right arm. The left arm he left free and pushed a rolling cart with a padded rest underneath. He stepped behind me and grabbed something from a shelf, which I realized was a blindfold as he slipped it over me eyes. “Just relax—daddy’s going to take good care of you. The only way to be my boy is to trust me completely and absolutely. There’s nothing you can do and no way to turn back now, little boy, so you need to make the choice to give yourself to me unconditionally.” I nodded as the words “Yes daddy, anything you want.” tumbled out of my mouth. “Good boy.” I could hear him doing something behind me, but my brain couldn’t make sense of what it was he could be doing. I heard and felt a chair being pulled up beside me on the side where my arm was not restrained. “Hold your arm completely still.” I felt him wipe my arm with something cold and wet—and it only then dawned on my that he was about to use a needle to inject me with something. I must have tensed up a bit because he whispered to me, “Don’t you worry boy. Daddy was a fireman for over thirty years—so he’s had extensive medical training. Just relax and learn to love being my chem boy.” As he said the last few words, let out a deep breath and tried to let go of my anxiety. I felt the smallest prick and a few seconds later I started to cough intensely and suddenly I was alive like I’ve never been before. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I started to pant and moan. And that’s when daddy slipped his hard cock back inside of me. The second he buried his thick cock all the way to the hilt I shot a load. “Fuck, yeah, boy. You like getting slammed and having daddy’s cock all the way inside you??” “YES! Please! Don’t ever stop fucking me. Please!”

As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. If I just hadn’t been so uppity. I guess I should go back to the first time. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. I was really excited about going to college in the fall; the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. I couldn’t figure it out. Well, until that day. My Dad and I had just had a fight a week earlier where I went off on this whole tirade about how I was 18 now and I was a man and he needed to treat as such. We went round and round, but I always came back to that same phrase – “I’m a man now! Just like you!” Boy, I wish I hadn’t said that. Well, the next Saturday, my Dad asked me if I would drop off a letter and duffel bag to one of his friends on my way to the gym. “All you have to do is take this over to his house, and he’ll give you something in return to bring back,” my Dad said. I told him I would, and as he handed me the duffel bag and letter, he had the sadistic grin I’ve learned to distrust, and he said, “Thanks, son, I really appreciate it.” I had no idea what I was heading into as I found the address on the envelop and typed it into my iPhone. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, I headed out the door and drove to my Dad's friend's house, which I found easily enough. Grabbing the duffel bag, I headed up to the door, rang the bell and a guy about my Dad’s age answered the door a few seconds later. He was about 6’ tall, salt and pepper hair, and green eyes. He was thick - not fat, but definitely not skinny, and not a muscle guy. Just thick and masculine. He wore some sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that hung open, showing his hairy torso. He had clearly been doing some lawn work. I introduced myself saying “Hi, I’m Gary’s son. He told me to drop this off to you, and that you would have something for me.” The guy looked somewhat puzzled, repeating my line "“He said I would have something for you?” With that, he accepted the duffel bag and envelope, and opened up the letter and began scanning it, saying at the same time, “He told me he was sending you over to drop off some money he owed me, but he didn’t say anything about a—“ He abruptly stopped talking, clearly taken off guard by something he read in the letter. I just stood in the doorway and watched him, not exactly sure what was going on. He went over to the duffel bag that he had left on the counter and unzipped it, looked inside, and then looked back at me with a grin not unlike my father’s. He kind of sauntered over to me, nodding his head, and sizing me up. He clicked his tongue a few times as he closed the door behind me. I looked up at him, “Is everything alright? I need to get to the gym. You have something for my Dad or what?” “You’re not going to the gym today.” “What do you mean? Yes, I am!” I snapped back. “Do me a favor,” he baited. “Go look in that duffel bag.” I was confused, but wanted to put an end to this cryptic behavior. I walked over to the duffel bag, putting my Dad’s friend between myself and the door. I lifted the flap and almost pissed myself when I saw a bunch of sex toys of varying sizes and shapes. I was so stunned that I didn’t even notice my father’s buddy had come up behind me. His beefy arms hugged me forcefully from behind and I felt his scruff run like sandpaper over my ear as he whispered, “Those are going inside of you, boy.” Within one or two seconds of struggling, I knew that this guy had easily overpowered me, and so all I could muster was, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you being my cock socket for the afternoon,” he said and then licked up the side of my neck. It disgusted me, but it felt good, and I was even more confused. “Your Dad owes me money, and he’s paying with your holes.” And with that, one of his calloused hands went under my tank top and took my right nipple between its index finger and thumb and began rolling it around. I had never had my nips played with like that before, and I was overwhelmed by how good it felt. My cock started to stir, and I didn’t know what to do. “Just like a bitch to like her nips pinched,” he said and he tossed me toward the back of the couch. “Dude, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t do this, I’m straight,” I pleaded, perhaps just to remind myself. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he laughed. I started to get pissed, “I have a girlfriend!” “Oh, I’ve heard about your girlfriend, and that doesn’t prove shit. Listen, I’m owed a debt and I plan on collecting.” “Listen, if my Dad owes you money, he’ll pay you. This is just a misunderstanding, you don’t have to take it out on me.” The guy just laughed at me as he approached me with the letter that I had brought over. “There’s no misunderstanding. I’m not taking anything out on you. This is your father’s idea.” I couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re lying! My father would never do that!” “Oh really?” He grabbed me hard, tossing the letter on the couch. There was nothing he would do to me that I could fight. He was just too big, too aggressive, too manly. He spun me around, locking one hand around my throat and thrusting the other hand down the back of my shorts. He was obviously pleased that I was wearing a jock strap (I WAS planning on going to the gym), and explored my hairless cheeks and hole, not pushing in yet. Once again, my dick jumped. Without warning he forcefully bent me over the back of the couch so my face was in the cushions and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. “Read the fucking letter bitch boy while I eat your cunt.” And with that, he cupped a butt cheek in each of his hands, spreading my ass, and for the first time (but not the last) I felt a mouth lick, suck, and slurp at my smooth pink asshole. I had to get my bearings before I could read the letter. I mean, all these feelings were washing over my body. His mouth felt sensational but I was repulsed by the thought of being with another man, but it felt like the natural order of things to be submitting to this bigger, more manly guy. His tongue plunged into my ass and at first, my pucker would tighten around his tongue, not use to this slimy invasion. But soon, I was pushing out, trying to wrap more of my insides around his talented tongue. All of a sudden, he spit on my right ass cheek, rubbed it around, and open palm smacked my ass, “I said read the fucking letter, faggot!” Fuck, my ass stung! I howled out and whimpered, but what started as a stirring with my nipples getting tweaked turned instantly into a full-fledged boner. I forced myself to focus on the letter in front of my face. It read: Hey Buddy, I know I owe you $20 from that pool game the other night, but frankly, I just don’t feel like paying it. But I do want to make good on my debt so I’m giving you my son for the afternoon. I know how you lean, and I want you to teach him a lesson. He’s gotten pretty fucking lippy with me going on and on about how he’s a man now and wants to be treated like such. He’s a little priss-ass queer and you’re the guy to treat him the way a little faggot boy needs to be treated. Put him in his place. You can start by letting him read this letter…it’s time he learn some things. First of all, I want you to use the toys in this gym bag on him. I want his hole stretched and stretched good. I have more plans for using this little bitch. Feel free to spit on him, slap him, piss on him or in him, humiliate him…and yes, fuck him anyway you want. Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Make sure he keeps it in his ass because when he gets home, I’m going to scoop it out and feed it to him. He can consider that the final exam to this lesson. Make sure you keep him there until at least 5 since I’ll be fucking his girlfriend at our house until about 4:30. She’s a hot piece of ass, and I’ve been fucking her for almost a year now. That’s how I found out what a little pencil-dicked bitch he is. I felt guilty when I started fucking her a year ago until I found out what a lame fuck my son was. He’s never once gotten her off and he won’t even eat her out. That reminds me, make sure you make him eat your ass so he gets over that hang up. The point is, I knew he had to be a faggot if he couldn’t fuck this hot little cheerleader good…so disappointed in him. So I stepped in and took care of her. You and I will have to tag team her sometime, but I’ll make you use a condom on her. Or who knows, maybe not. Maybe we can both get her pregnant. Okay, so have fun, man! Use his mouth and ass as if they were pussies that needed your babies. Return him to me broken in and with no doubt in his mind that his purpose in life is to be dominated by real men. Put him in his place, and I’ll be sure to keep him there. Oh, and if he resists at all, remind him that he either submits to you or he can kiss college goodbye, and he’ll be slinging fries at a McDonald’s for the rest of his life. See you at the pool table, Gary As I finished reading, I was torn between the tears streaming down my face and the saliva running down my balls. This stranger’s mouth and tongue were making my ass feel better than it’s ever felt, but the information that I had just been bombarded with tore my heart out. Images of my girlfriend screaming in orgasm on my father’s cock flooded my brain and I wanted to bawl, but then the tongue behind me would push through my outer ring again and I would moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stopped and stood up. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my eyes red from crying. He smirked, “I see you finished reading it.” I nodded. “You know what’s next, right?” he asked. I shook my head no. “I break you in. And break you, I will.” Part II coming soon.

Second day of possible fuck flu. Fever 100.4. Headache and mild nausea.

Hey as someone who has posted his own tales, take your time. Especially as you try to put memory to text. Beyond that, very hot. Reminds me of some of my encounters.

holy holy holy fuck. this story is sooooo hot. i only got part way through the foreplay anticipation and shot twice. thank you! thank you! i love cigars and poppers so cant think of a hotter idea. woof

Hi. I guess I just want to put this out there and see what people have to say. I’m not sure who to talk to about this so I’m just talking about it here. As of now, I’ve been in a committed and closed relationship for a long time for me (almost 2 years). During this time, we have been closed. Before we were very serious and we were both occasionally seeing other people, I was a huge slut. I would suck off strangers in public restrooms, I would go to local bathhouses and suck many guys and get fucked. But I am in love with my partner and have been completely faithful once we became serious. every few months or so when I get especially honey, I have the urge to get fucked by strangers and suck of people I don’t know. In fact I once was in a public restroom and the guy next to me was cruising (tapping his feet, I tapped mine too and he put his hand under) but I immediately left although I really wanted to suck him or have him fuck me. does anyone else ever get this? How would you suggest I approach this? I haven’t brought it up with my partner as I’m afraid he would think it’s gross or something, or he may feel bad that he thinks he can’t satisfy me. i don’t want to lose anything I have with this man I love but it is really hard to pass up the temptation of a strangers cock cumming on my face or fucking my ass understall.

I'm in a monogamous relationship with my husband and I really enjoy knowing it's just me an him, no worries (he's already POZ UD) but today I saw this hot, hot, hot black guy and for the first time since I met my husband, I had fantasies of having any and all kinds of sex with this guy. It's not like I'm sexually neglected, he fucks me raw every two days or at the most three, and blows me after each time. I think having sexual fantasies is completely normal. If I ever had the balls to approach this guy, I wouldn't do it, but the thoughts sure got me hard. Do what you feel you need to do, I wouldn't necessarily tell your partner about your fantasies, but if you do act on them, then he has the right to know. Just my two cents.

sweet!!!

yes my best friend is straight..........and yup his son is horny alot

Hard question for anyone to answer. I personally have friends that have wonderful loving relationship's. They're basically VANILLA. My relationship with them is about understanding their need for ONE of the partner need's an outlet for his primal needs. Yes, its beyond their VANILLA sessions. But at least the other half knows me and I return their other half back without interfering in their stable loving household. All party's know there's no emotional interference here. You can have options;but, everyone must be completely clear up front.

(late 70's, somewhere in the Midwest) I was just a bored, stupid little kid living on a farm. Dad worked in the fields and I was pretty much left on my own while Mom ironed and watched game shows and stupid soap operas. We lived on a gravel road that had very little traffic. A farm truck now and then, but that's about it. You couldn't even see the closest neighbors' house. After all the Spring rain, the county would pour new gravel in late June. I was into rocks back then. I saw beauty in the little stones and inspected each one that caught my eye. At a certain time of day, I'd head home with my pockets full of fascinating little rocks. I'd do the same thing the next day -- because I stupidly believed the gravel was like ocean tides, with new ones washing up each morning. One day I wandered pretty far down the road. Maybe a mile or more. Here's where the story falls apart in my memory. I somehow blanked out that day, the day I went too far away. Here's what I know for sure happened. My head was hurt, broken, bleeding. Ask anyone who's had a concussion or brain injury, and they'll tell you that they remember very little about it. Same with people who've had shock treatment several times. The first thing I remember is a nurse handing me a little cup of chocolate milk. I remember doctors and a nice hospital bed. The scenes get shorter and smaller. Faster. There was a sheriff sitting in our living room talking with my parents in quiet voices. I remember opening my eyes and seeing an orange cat sleeping on my chest. Never saw him again. My memories got sharper as the year went on. I had a sixth birthday party. There was a chocolate cake and I got a rock tumbler, some new Hot Wheels cars and coloring books. I hadn't been to school yet -- which is probably for the best since I had a bunch of wicked scars on my head. It caused my wavy brown hair to grow in weird ways. I looked like a haystack. It was just one of the ways I was different now. I had dreams about grown men kissing me... Fonzie was in my closet and pulled me in so we could hug and kiss with our clothes off. Let me state outright that I don't believe brain trauma can change your sexuality. I think it may come off that way as I'm telling you this. I'm certain I was already gay in the womb. I started Kindergarten at age 7. I was only slightly bigger than everybody else. I had crazy hair, but the 80's had arrived and Mom just put mousse foam in it and worked into the spikes and organized chaos. I was a strangely fashionable kid in all through grade school. I had friends, and it was through some of them that I started to piece together information about what really happened to me. Kids overhear everything their parents talk about. Loose lips. It turns out I wasn't hit by a car, like I'd originally thought. I'd been attacked. ! I was in sixth grade by the time I knew everything. I was found in a ditch with my head bashed in. I'd also been raped in the butt. Everybody blamed gypsies. Gypsies were the boogeymen in are area. They were thieves and used drugs and murdered little kids who wandered off. They moved into rundown empty houses and then go steal everything. Both the guys and the girls wore earrings. I don't think I ever saw one. No one was ever charged and the case "went cold". So I finally knew what nobody who loved me wanted to report. Raped? I could barely believe that part. But I was now a teenager and other things were on my mind. I had a few wet dreams and figured out how to masturbate. I would get severe crushes on guys and have no idea what to do about it. I was moody as hell and not getting along with my parents. I always felt like I had the upper hand with them back then. I was saving my ace for the right time. Mom was on my casr about my messy room and my lax grooming habits. One night, at the dinner table, Dad was blathering on and on about my grades or some shit. "You roll your eyes one more time and I'll paddle your little butt." "My butt? The same butt that was raped when I was four? Is that the one you mean? Why didn't you tell me??" The room went ice cold. Mom got up from the table and went to the kitchen. "You didn't need to know. Once we realized you didn't remember anything, your mother and I thought it was best to just forget it ever happened. We wanted to move on." I guess he did what he thought was best, but I had already worked myself up into a major sulk. I felt entitled to pout and slam doors for a few days. The incident was never discussed again. By the time I turned 17, I got a driver's license and had liberal use of the second car we had. I also started a part-time job at K-Mart. I wanted to work in the stereo department, but they started me out at the registers. It was brainless (no pun intended) but the time flew by. At one employee meeting, we were told what to do if a family of gypsies entered the store. My ears perked up. Apparently, they were known to arrive in a large group and then fan out, stealing everything they could. There was a protocol for employees to follow if and when this ever happened. What I didn't know was a lot. What was their motivation? What did they look like? I wanted to know more, but nobody I talked to knew much more information than I did. Tammy often worked at the register next to mine. She was pure trash and not very well thought of. "Hammy Tammy" was what people called her out of earshot. I didn't mind her. She was pretty stupid, but fully who she was. No filters. No walls. During slow times, we were supposed to find something to do. But she and I just talked. You only had to know Tammy for about two minutes before you'd come to the realization she was a full-blown racist. That's not uncommon for this area, but she made no attempts to hide it. "Hey, Tammy. Were you at that meeting where they talked about gypsies?" It was early Sunday afternoon and completely dead. "Yeah. I've been here almost five years and have heard the same shit at least three times." "Are there any around here?" "Oh yeah," she cracked her gum "They're like roaches. One of the families or whatever lives down the road from my grandpa Ernie's farm. Never seen 'em in here though." "What do they look like?" "Various colors. Black hair. Could be they're Italian (she pronounced it 'eye-talyun') They don't look American. They smell bad and wear weird clothes. The women dress like sluts, but with a lot of clothes on -- if that makes sense. Lots of cheap jewelry. The men are always filthy, but try to look all sexy. Why?" "I've just never seen one." "Be glad. Hey-- are you 18 yet?" "Next month." "You lucked out. They're changing the legal drinking age to 19 next year. And then it goes up a year at a time. Ya'll are just one step ahead of it. We'll go out on your birthday and get good and drunk." I'd never even thought about drinking before. Not much anyway. It killed brain cells, and I think I was overdrawn as it was. I was actually 18 already, but I kept up the lie because I'd lived it so long. I could go home, open the fridge and down a beer in front of my mom and dad. But I had started to feel sorry for them. Mom never had another baby after me -- probably because I was such a tragedy. They also argued a lot. I decided they'd been punished enough, and so I tried to be a pleasant son. Tammy was making plans for my 18th (actually 20th) birthday. "We can go to The Crossing. On Meridian. It ain't bad. But you have to understand that I got a boyfriend now. Lucas, who works at the grain elevator. If he wants to go out that night, we can do it some other time." Tammy wanted a steady boyfriend so badly (as I secretly did). She'd end up getting used and dumped over and over again. It was a pattern she'd repeat until she got older and her heart would furn to ice. The night arrived and Lucas had blown her off. Tammy didn't take hints willingly. It was so weird to be feeling sorry for people after I'd spent so much time feeling sorry for myself. I picked her up at her trailer and opened the car door for her. She deserved to be treated like a lady once in a while. Her makeup was pretty heavy and it didn't quite come together like she thought it did. I knew she hadn't glammed up for me..but for the guys we might see at The Crossing. Maybe she knew I was gay...or maybe I just wasn't enough of the caveman type she preferred. "I like that shirt...but you shouldn't wear red. It's not your color. I'm gonna be a beauty technician one day. I'll help you pick out clothes if you want." The Crossing was not so bad. I was no fan of country music, but at least they mix in some Madonna once in a while. God love her, that bitch wouldn't go away. I asked Tammy if she wanted to dance. "Not now. I need to get a buzz first. Lemme go get us a pitcher." We drank beer and looked around. Tammy's eyes were like a spotlight scanning the crowd. Damn, this girl needed a dick. I guess I did too, but there were no gay dudes here. She put on her seductive face, but it was failing. "You come here a lot,Tammy?" She snapped out of her man-seeking trance... "Yeah. Always on payday...and some other nights when I'm bored. Do you play pool?" "No. I never learned how. My hand-to-eye coordination is pretty bad." She wasn't really listening. She drank beer so fast. I asked her what she was thinking. She seemed surprised at the question that probably had ever been asked her. "I...I think I'm sorry I forgot your birthday present. It's at home. I'm thinking all the girls here are skinny whores. I'm thinking I'm drunk now." She laughed and got us a third pitcher. "I've never been drunk before. Will I get sick? Throw up?" "It depends. We should go now anyway. I'm sick of this place." "Can you show me where those gypsies live?" "What? Why? We can go to that little bridge over the creek where the ghosts are." "Been there (I hadn't). I need to see those gypsies. " "OK. That could be spooky too. I won't get too close, though." We drove down a county road just outside of town. Tammy was a little confused and we briefly got lost. "Are we on the right road now?" "Yeah. That's my grandpa's house. He and his new wife stay up late. Just pull in and leave me here. I'll crash here and you go can go find the gypsies...about a mile that way. Be careful." She didn't even let me open the car door for her. She just got and puked in the grass. I made sure she made it up to the door before I pulled back onto the dark road. I felt drunk and something nameless. I needed a plan. Would I park somewhere and walk there to get a look? I was so out of it that I just parked in the driveway, headlights blazing. Stupid. I don't know what my line of thinking was. I needed to see them. It was a two-story stone house. It might have been nice a hundred years ago, but it was a little sad now. There was light inside, but it was very dim. I never had a chance to knock on the door because a tall, hefty male opened the door. I couldn't make out his expression or even features. in the shadows. What the hell was I going to say? "Hi...uhhh...I'm just..," "Come in! Ma Ma knew you would come this night. He's here everyone! The stranger in red has come to the door just like Ma Ma said!" What? The inside of the big front room had about a dozen people inside. The youngest were around my age and the oldest had to be in her 80's. Ma Ma, I was guessing. The smells were powerful and confusing. It was like a locker room combined with frying smells combined with something exotic. There were a few table lamps on with color scarves over the shades. I guess they had electricity. I felt like all the dark eyes look me over. "Bring him to me," the old woman said. She looked like a gypsy cliche...beads, bangles, big hoop earrings. If she'd had a crystal ball in her lap, the picture would have been complete. I was shy, but strangely not afraid around this group. "Good evening, M'am." "Yes. I knew you come to the door. You seek us long time, yes?" "My name is Alec. And...yes. How did you know I was coming?" "Your mind is not just your own, yes? I read you in last night's sky. Once you have spilled blood on the earth, it knows where you are and where you will go. Give me one hand." I timidly held my right hand out. I figured she would read my palm or something, but she just held it in her ancient fingers. "YES!", she croaked loudly "He has gypsy blood in him!" There was a chorus of cheers from the rest. I guess she might technically be right. Was I dreaming this? "I don't think so. But maybe." "I think so. You have much grief also." "Why?" "We talk more tomorrow if you wish. I need bed now." I helped her up from the worn-out recliner. "You are good man. The girls will help from here. Good night. Mr Alec." With a few nods and grunts, all the females in the room got up from their seats to lead her upstairs. They gave me smiles and sweet 'good nights' as they left. Ma Ma paused at the doorway. "You boys don't give him too much wine. He's already smell of drinking." And then it was just me and six men in the room. They seemed to relax after the ladies exited. A big bottle of wine came out, but no glasses or cups. We all just passed it around. They all removed their shoes and a few of them took off the shirts too. The guy next to me on one of the couch was maybe about 40 with a huge gut, covered with hair. His name was Gino and he gave off very friendly vibes. None of them had socks on and the smell of their feet filled the room. I guess it was a gypsy thing. I felt so Midwestern and American because there was no TV to focus on. I was asked many questions. "You work?" Gino was the first to talk. "Yeah. K-Mart. I might go to college next year." "Thone went to college one year. Right, Thone?" Thone was the youngest of the group. He had slick black hair that was dirty but looked retro-cool. "Yeah. So much pussy in college." "No. This man don't want the pussy! You stupid? Go outside and smoke." The guy yelling at him was the one who answered the door. Maran. He was a big man with a full beard. I think he winked at me. Not sure. Thone skulked away. The mood changed, brightened. More questions were asked. I told them about my life and about the K-Mart policy when it came to gypsies. "Oh, that shit store," a guy named Turro said with a laugh. "We already got somebody in there...an employee who gets us all kinds of stuff. He's a boyfriend Of Alana's." I mentally scanned the list of male coworkers and figured it was one of two guys. Gino was crowding closer to me. At some point, somebody brought out more wine and someone else lit a fat, fragrant joint. I'd never smoked it before, but made an effort. I was a gypsy now...Ma Ma had said so. The others drifted away to bed. I had no idea what time it was. Midnight? Later? It was just me, Maran and Dino left. "It's my birthday," I said for no reason. "Yes. Ma Ma knew that too. 20? You don't look 20. Too young and also too old for that number. But at least you are now old enough to suck a dick. You like to suck the dick?" What? This had taken a turn. "I never have." "You want to suck Gino and me? Nobody will see." I wanted to. I took a long drag off the joint. "I can try." Maran gave me the wine bottle one last time before stripping off his black jeans. Gino was already naked. I could tell Maran had authority here. His dick was shiny and super hard. And way bigger than my own. I kissed it like I was like I was kissing someone on the cheek. He urged the head into my mouth. OK. I could do this. He seemed to know my limit and didn't go any deeper. The taste was a little foul because he wasn't very clean. He pulled away. "I don't want to shoot seed now. Let Gino do that for you." That's all the invitation the fat guy needed. He poked me in the nose with his cock. It was as big as his brother's, but he had this hanging gut to contend with. I was into it now, though. I lavished his big meat with my tongue, mouth and throat. I wanted to please him so badly. He liked the extra attention and held my head as he came. I tasted sperm at last, but not really. I wish I could say it was rich and thick, but I felt it more than tasted it. It hit my back teeth and throat. I knew Maran was watching all of this. There must have been some silent communication between them because Gino immediately withdrew his slimy dick from my mouth and put his pants back on. He padded up the stairs quickly. His discarded shirt was still on the couch. "Let's sit and have one more drink of wine, yes?" Maran didn't bother putting his pants back on, and wandered back to the kitchen with everything exposed. I sat there and realized that I had just had some gay sex...I had sucked two cocks and had semen in my throat. It was sudden and I had no time to process it. Ma Ma must have seen all of this in the stars. "I brought you a cup, Alec." It was a tall plastic mug filled to the rim with wine. He seemed fine with just swigging right from the bottle. "Thanks. What time is it?" "The right time. Take some drink. I don't want to taste Gino's dirty dick when I kiss you. You like kiss?" "I've never kissed a man. Or a woman. I ..." "Yes. Tell me your story now. You wear a story like a heavy coat." I told him everything. The incident. My life." "I guess that's why I appeared here tonight. Or not. I don't feel in control now." "You are not in control. Life is. Let it take you for the ride. I must say now that it was most likely a gypsy man who did that to your young self. I am so sorry. We seldom get a chance to make sex. Some can't help but to do a rape. I have never one rime did that. Thone has. He kill nobody though. Do you believe you were killed?" I was taking big gulps pf the wine. I didn't taste the alcohol at all. "How can I have been murdered if I'm here right now?" I sneaked yet another look at his heavy, hairy dick. "Death and Life are always side by side. They cross over at times. My believe is that you are at the edge...especial after tonight." "What do you mean?" "This night, before the sun comes up, I will make you pregnant. I will give you a living thing that is a form of death. I will give you a baby from here." He grabbed his big balls. "Look now." I thought he wanted me to look at his balls, but no. He crossed his right leg over his left knee to show me a purple-brown sore on his ankle. I knew what it was, what he was telling me. It was a little over an inch wide. Oddly shaped. "Does it hurt?" "No. No hurt. It looks like a half a wishbone, yes? Ma Ma said my wishes were almost gone when I showed it to her. I think she partly blames herself. We were in the Chicago and I was doing bad things -- we all were. Talia got the abortion. Right before we come here I was sick so badly. I am better, but I have death inside me. It has just waiting to do. Tell me your thinking right now." I grabbed those giant toes and looked into his eyes. "I thought you said we were going to kiss." He smiled brightly. "Yes. Finish the wine with me. It is no allowed upstairs." We sat quietly and sipped. I wished so much there was a TV on. There needed to be a third party present...otherwise I had to deal with a large, handsome gypsy next to me. A man with AIDS who wanted to give me his babies. I tried to think of something to say, but I was too busy taking in every detail of his growing erection. I realized I'd take everything that weapon had to give. I tried to maintain some cool, but then he kissed me. On the mouth. Long and deep as we shared each others' breath. I'd never done this before. I thought my heart would explode. We devoured each other with intense kissing for almost 10 minutes. I no longer had free will as he led me up the creaking stairs. His room was a single. Lord only knows where are the others slept. There was just a mattress on the floor, although it was dully fitted with sheets, pillows and a comforter. It smelled strongly of body odor...but I kind of liked it. "How many pillow you use, Alec?" "Two. One under my head and one to hold." "I will give you one for the head and you hold me then." His big bare feet hung off the edge of the mattress. He put his arms behind his head and I noticed what an out-of-control bush he had in his armpits. He looked me up and down with a look that said 'get nude'. We were telepathic all the sudden. I mentally apologized for how skinny and pale I was. "Is OK. I hope I do not break you in pieces." I felt his feverish body heat from three feet away. I had a full-on boner and was a little dizzy. He motioned me to come lay down as he stroked his giant dark dick. I remember how much I liked sucking it before, and so I knelt down and took Maran's penis in my mouth again. It was so hard and seemed to have a life of its own. "You do too much work. Lay down and the dizzy will go away. Then I do the working for both of us." I lied back on my assigned spot with my one pillow. This was happening. There were no lights on at my parents' house, and they asleep with no idea where I was or what I was doing. "Maran?..." I felt a question in my head, but didn't have a way to ask it. "Shh. You never have done this, yes?" "No. I've never done anything...voluntarily." He was quiet for a few seconds. "It will be hurting very much. My first time taking the dick, I screamed like tiny girl." I somehow had forgotten how to breathe or blink. "It's okay. I want this," I said in my mind. "Yes. This house has many ears. My suggest is that you lay on your stomach...face in pillow." I did as told. "Take a deep breathe of air." He climbed on top of me. His giant body felt like a redwood tree made of flesh and fur. He pressed my legs apart with his full weight, and his dick pressed into my hole. NO! I lifted my head up and started to protest. He pressed my face back into the pillow. I inhaled the pungent smell of him as he kept pushing his giant tool into me. It was impossible pain. Literally. It wasn't possible to hurt this bad and still be alive. My screams went right directly into the pillow. "Yes. I am all the way in your insides now. Feels so nice. I will shoot seed very soon." He pumped and thrust and sweat. I wish I could say the pain turned to pleasure, but it did not. "Oh! Take these children...NOW!" He heaved one last time and was still. "Yes. Now we are family." I lifted my face off the pillow and groaned. "Did you like it?" "Very much yes. You have blood on you. The bathroom is just across from here. No hot water just now." I went there as soon as I could stand. It was like the rest of the house -- dim and messy. I was dripping blood and in pain. I mopped up a little with wet toilet paper. It took some time, and I was afraid Maran was already asleep. And he was. I lie next to him and listened to his breathing. Not one part of me was sleepy. He dozed for awhile and I stared at the moonlight dancing on the ceiling. We made love two more times -- the third time I was on my back. If finally felt good. I could see why people did this. I came twice that night. At some point, Maran got up and opened the window so that we could "sleep to the songs pf the stars". I hugged his big, musky frame until dawn. In the morning, I got up and dressed in the previous night's clothes. Maran was sleeping like a rock, snoring a little. Maybe I'd go out and enjoy the morning air before going home. I always had clearer thoughts outdoors. I needed to do some thinking now. But there were awakened sounds downstairs. Ma Ma and two of the females were making breakfast. That shyness I was cursed with returned. I didn't feel like I could just leave. I just walked into the kitchen and said "Good morning." The girls were delighted to see me, but the old lady didn't turn away from the stove. One of them started to pour me a cup of coffee, but Ma Ma stopped them with no words, just a gesture. She still hadn't turned to look at me. "He is no coffee. Leaves us for four minute." The girls giggled and breezed past me. Two of them went upstairs and two went outside. I knew they were all talking about me. Ma Ma finally turned and looked at me. "The stranger is still wear red. I can get you one of Thone's clean shirt. He is thin like you." "No. Thank you, but I am fine." "Not fine. Here...I brew you this tea. It help you heal. Stop the blood." She pushed a teacup toward me. It smelled nice. We sat across from each other at the table. "You are very kind, Ma Ma." "I know everything, Alec. I can see and hear things even in sleep. You need to say things now?" "I...No. I mean...." "Yes. Go on?" "I feel very different today. I think I love Maran." "I knew that. Love is what it is. My longtime dead husband and me had so much love we think we invented it. We did not. Maran is my oldest grandson. He has a golden heart and is a leader. One day I be underground and he will lead this family. He has claimed you now. He know your heart and thoughts forever...you give a man your blood and he is in it at all time. Drink your tea. It is no good when cold." I consumed the tea and her words. I wanted to rush upstairs and see my man. "He will be down soon. I fry ham and all get out of bed right soon." She could read my thoughts, but hers were unreadable so far. As the skillet heated up and the wonderful aroma drifted through the house, there were noises from upstairs. The men all lumbered down, wearing t-shirts and shorts. Maran looked so beautiful with messy hair and sleepy eyes. He squeezed my shoulder and took the chair next to mine. I mentally told me that I loved him. His voice was suddenly booming in my head. 'Yes. We eat some and then go out to walk. We can kiss once more and hold.' The end? Not quite. I was at the gypsy house more than my own in the following weeks. I was so addicted to Maran. There were a few days when I had to concentrate on finals and couldn't visit. I felt dead inside. But it all ended when I graduated. The whole family arrived and sat as close as they could. My parents must have known something....I hadn't talked about college or moving or anything like that. I took care of that the next day. I packed up a few things, withdrew all the college from my bank account, and moved in with my new family. We're in Alabama now. Maran and I are both healthy (me more than him). It's all good. It's better than good.

nice, hot start. Waiting for more...

LOL. Is your best friend straight too? Then it may not go down well that his 'straight' son is fucking his best friend! As for the son, if he enjoys fucking your hole with his thick 7.5" he knows where he can dump his loads and no need to wine and dine potential girlfriends when he's horny (and guys in their 30s are usually horny a LOT)

Into the same types of actions with like minded pig's.

Part 4 After the last man left, my captor left me in the sling and put the headphones on me like he had Billy. Then I saw him wheel the dildo machine up to me. I could see it was dirty. My captor just laughed. "Yea, that's your buddies blood and ass funk on there. Figured no sense in cleaning it, just gonna get dirtier." He laughed. I shuddered as bile filled my mouth. He lined the fake cock up to my sore lips, pressing the head firmly against what I knew was a puffy red hole. My captor just whistled as he picked up another needle and put it in my arm. He pushed the plunger and I felt a new surge rush through me as I coughed. Then he turned on the headphones and flipped the switch on the machine. Instantly new pain ripped into my freshly raped hole and I screamed, unable to do anything else. The recording started and I was subjected to a man's deep voice telling me over and over again that I was a faggot, a slut, a slave, etc. I cried as my ass was mercilessly pummeled by the fake cock, knowing Billy had already endured this particular torture. I had no sense of time, but it had to be several hours. The pain eventually turned to pleasure, much to my shock. But after a while it turned back into pain as my ass was literally fucked raw, the cum long used up, the fake cock basically rubbing dry skin. I was sobbing and in great pain when my captor finally turned it off and released me from the sling, dragging me toward a cell. He threw me in it and locked the door, leaving the room. I lay there, in pain, trying to grasp the full reality of my situation. I could barely move when I heard Billy whispering. "Randy! Randy! You ok?" I rolled toward my friends voice. He was in the cell next to me. I crawled to the bars that separated us, desperate for his contact. I could see him reaching for me and we embraced as much as we could. "Oh Billy," I cried, " are you ok? I'm so sorry!" "Where are we Randy? What's happening to us? I'm scared!" "Me too buddy. Me too." I debated if I should share what I know with him, but I figured he should know, so I related what I've been told. "Oh God Randy, are we gonna die?" "No!" I croaked through my dry throat. "We'll get out of here. I promise!" "Be quiet!" I heard another voice whisper. "They can hear us! And we're all trapped here. There is no escape!" "Is that true Randy? I don't want to die here!" I knew we wouldn't die here, but I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth at this point. "I need water." I croaked. 'You have to drink it from the cock in the wall. It's humiliating" replied Billy. I looked around in the dim light and could see a fake cock sticking out on the back wall. I crawled to it, already knowing I was expected to suck it for water. I put my mouth around the tip and sucked. Nothing. I sucked harder. Still nothing. "You have to put your hand around it like your jerking it to make the water come out." Billy whispered. I almost laughed a little to myself. Of course they would come up with such a way to drink. I grabbed the cock and milked it, savoring the precious water as it flowed into my mouth. A door opened and a man came in, went to a cage, and pulled a man out and made him follow him out of the dungeon. "Where does that go?" I asked. "Private rooms." Answered the voice I couldn't yet see. "We serve clients back there." I shuddered knowing what he meant. I had been told we would be sold to men for their perverse pleasures. I could only imagine, given what I already knew. Another 2 men came in through another door and approached our cells. They approached Billy's cell first and opened it. Billy, always the hero wannabe, ran past the men once the cell was opened. They just laughed as Billy tried to run. One man aimed something at Billy, and in seconds Billy lay on the ground, shaking and screaming from the taser he had just received. The other man just plunged a needle into Billy, and he went limp. They dragged him back to the cell, threw him on the dirty and locked the door. Then they opened my door. "You gonna be stupid like your friend?" I knew there was no point in fighting and gave them my arm right before everything went black again.

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Fuck yeah Jackson is back! I can't wait to read more.

I am so overwhelmed with the positive comments to my stories. Thank you guys!! I am going to keep creating. Big shout out to pozpopperpig - always like your feed back!

Part 12 The footsteps stopped just outside of the stall door. “Hola, perra” a voice said outside the door. The voice has a thick accent and the only man I knew in the company with a thick accent was the Mexican janitor. He was friendly with virtually everyone, especially the executives. The general rule for all the junior personnel was if one crossed the janitor then one had crossed every executive. “I heard there was a new whore in the company,” he said. I just moaned in delight. I lusted after this man, his tan skin, his dark hair and thick dark mustache. He always wore a blue overalls, which framed his ass. The zipper was never all the way up, as it was permanently about half way down his chest, which exposed the forest of wild dark hair which covered his chest. I had long before noticed he also sported a thick long tube which was positioned down his right leg. Each time I saw his tube my cock twitched and my hole puckered. “You know you wand Hector’s salchicha” he said. I could hear him unzipping the overalls outside the door. “Got a big load of crema for you,” he said as the stall door creaked open and he stepped inside. I could see his work boats behind me and the legs of his coveralls. I wanted to see that dark bush, that big tube, its foreskin and his sac, but he moved too quickly of me to see, instead without introduction, he was rubbing his cock up and down my crack, his foreskin moving back and forth over his cock head as he did so. I moaned loudly as I heard him removing his overalls, dropping them to the floor about his ankles. His legs were massive, muscular and very veiny. They were covered in thick dark hair as well. I wanted to turn around and lick them. I wanted to explore his furry body. If his legs were this hairy I could only imagine how hairy his ass was and his crack. He slowly started to squat down, giving me more of a view of those legs. His cock came into view and I about shot my load all over. It was thick, very thick. It was at least a good nine inches long and the foreskin covered its head, hanging past a good inch. His crotch was covered in a thick black bush that went from hip to hip. “That’s one disease filled cono!” he remarked. I watched his hand slowly stroke his cock, pulling back the foreskin, exposing his head hidden inside, then covering it back up. My cock was drooling pre-cum as I watched, and so was his, or at least I thought. “Got a nice case of the morning drip for you hole.” He abruptly stood, ramming his cock into my hole. I yelped as he slid into me balls-deep, his thick cock stretching my hole open. “Heard you received a load to day with the deadliest catch and another with the pox,” he cheerfully commented. “Yes I did.” “Now I am going to give you the drip.” He pumped his cock in and out of my hole, his pendulous balls swinging, his hands gripping my hips as he rammed into my hole. I suddenly hear the outer door open, the restroom was filled with someone whistling. I could hear someone's foot steps moving closer to the stall door, as the whistling likewise got louder. Then I heard the squeak of the stall door opening as a voice I didn't recognize asked “Mind if I join you, Hector?” “Feel free. His hole at the other end is open.” The new man made his way between us and the divider. Once at the front, he stepped over the nasty old toilet, bringing his crotch right in front of my face. His hands, which were covered with white fur, slowly worked the zipper of his dress pants. I could hear the zipper sliding down and as he opened his fly, at which point I glimpsed some additional white hair. He reached inside and pulled his cock and balls out. Surrounded by the white, his cock began to twitch and grow, slowly it expanded to double the size it was soft, then it was almost triple in size. He lifted his cock and pointed it at my mouth. I eagerly opened my mouth and slide my lips over his cock head. He let out moan as my lips slid slowly down his shaft. I took a deep breathe through my nose and slid all the way down, pushing my nose in my side his zipper and into the wiry white crotch hairs. He grabbed the back of my head and pumped a couple times, letting me know he was in control, steadily fucking my ass with his big uncut cock. The skin moving as it slid in and out of my hole, felt amazing causing me to squeeze his cock with my hole. My hole was slick from the two loads that were in my ass. I wondered if I should tell Hector he was plowing his cock through cum with HIV and Syphilis. I was moving my mouth up and down the mature man’s cock. I could feel the spit coating it and then collecting at his balls. It soon was running down the man’s sac. He wasn’t much of a leaker of dick slime, but I was still enjoying his cock. Hector started to speed up his thrusts in and out of my hole, his cock thickening and hardening. “Hector’s about to load up that hole” the mature man announced. “Big load is churning in my balls, Señor!” I could feel his balls still swinging as he thrust in and out, my cock jumping as he slammed into me, slapping my stomach. I clamped down on his hole, squeezing my hole on his cock. “Oh shit, here it comes,” he yelled, slamming into my ass hard and deep, grunting and shaking as he emptied his balls into my hole. I could actually feel his legs shaking and rubbing against mine. In fact he held onto my body for dear life when, near the end of his orgasm, his legs started to buckle out of exhaustion. But all good things needed to end, so I wasn't surprised when, after he withdrew, Hector quickly pulled up his coveralls and headed out. “Have work to do, Sir, thank you for the little break.” “Anytime Hector, we wouldn’t run without you,” the mature man said. After Hector left through the outer restroom door, the mature man pulled his hard cock from my mouth. He slid down and sat on the toilet as he announced “Now that we are alone, my boy,” he said, “I want to have a little talk with you.”

I went cruising yesterday to a couple of my favorite parks/beaches. I arrived at the park nearby and saw 2 cars parked with no one inside. Jumped out of my car and went to the wooded area and walked up on a chubby guy on his knees blowing an older guy. Of course, they jumped to pull up there pants but I dropped my shorts so they knew I was cool. Both of them started feeling my hairy chest/ass and starting playing with my cock. Both cocks were average sized but both rock hard. I leaned over to suck the older guy's cock and the chubby guy started playing with my hole. I told him to fuck me if he wanted and within seconds he was mounting me from behind as I blowing the other guy. We got a good rythem between us and i was getting filled from both ends. I asked the older guy if he wanted to fuck me, but he said he didn't fuck and only gets blown. I am sure he was married since he had an old wedding band on. Soon enough both started making noises and i knew i was near the finish line. Chubby said "I'm gonna blow" so I reached back and held on to him in case he decided to pull out. He pounded harder and dropped a huge load in me. Within seconds the older guy started to buck around making noises and shot his load down my throat. I waited for a while and the park got busy and the opportunities were not as good. Next I went to this cruisy area of mangroves near the bay where I live. I've been cruising this place for 12-15 years. It was dead when I got there and I was about to leave when a familiar face popped out of the trails through the groves. It was a top with a HUGE cock that has been breeding me for 10 or so years. He saw me, started to grin, and walked over. After brief chat, he said let's take a walk. As we go back we check to see if anyone else is around. All clear for now. We find a spot and he drops trou and I am sucking his massive cock while he starts fingering my hole. He bends me over and slides in when we hear/see someone coming. Quickly he pulls out and I pull my shorts up. A very hot guy in gym shorts walks up and his massive cock is sticking straight out. He stands in front of me and pulls his shorts down. I bent over and started sucking his cock while my bud starts opening my ass again. Next I feel a massive dong entering my ass and he almost knocked me down as he entered. I grab hold of the one guy's hips and hold on while I am mounted by my top buddy. The oral guy is holding onto my shoulders so I will not fall either. After he gets deep in me, I start sucking the big dick in front of me as my ass is getting pounded! We figure out a good rythmn and I am getting another spit roasting in the middle of this cruisy mangrove area. As i continue to suck, this guy gets vocal and tells the top to breed me deep. Then he pulls his dick out and yells at me to open my mouth for his load. He starts jacking off with his dick touching my nose. Once he gets close, he shoves his cock down my throat and delivers a big load. I am holding on to his waist as the top is pounding away in my ass. He grabs hold of me again and holds me another minute until my top bud starts to moan at the top of his voice! He unloads a huge load in my ass!! After he cums, the one guy leaves and my bud and I make small talk and clean up. As I jump in my car, I see a cop car pulling in, this place is known by the cops and is raided from time to time. He slowly starts to drive past the other cars looking in the windows. I drive off thankful of my timing. If he had been 10 minutes sooner he would have heard my bud yelling in escstasy as he loaded my hole and we would have landed in jail! 2 spit roasting and taking 4 loads was a good day indeed!

I want to start this part out with a huge apology to everyone for the delay in getting out Part 5. This, as well as several more chapters, have been sitting on my desktop in various levels of completion, and as much as I have wanted to, I just simply couldn’t devote the time they deserved until this week. Lately, I’ve been dealing with major things at work: we’re down several staff members, new software at work, working 60-80 hour weeks, and there has been major flooding near my work. I've also had some issues at home, also linked to the major flooding in Kansas City in the past few weeks, as well as a few recent health issues, family emergencies, and to top everything off, I was in a pretty bad accident 2 weeks ago. I and another person got t-boned by a meth head (he was found to have meth and narcotics in his system) on the highway and now have to deal with that. Because this person realized I work in medicine (and drive a nice car), and the other woman he hit is a somewhat prominent business owner, he’s decided to make matters even worse and try to sue both of us, claiming we were to blame for his accident. Now, we’ve both been in communication with our lawyers, who have also been in direct contact with each other and the police, and I’ve been assured the case will be thrown out. But this too has taken a lot of my attention away that, if I had my way, would be directed to this story. I’ve had to also buy a new car this last week which finalized with insurance last week, and now I have finally had a chance to sit down for more than a few minutes. So now I finally find myself with time to write tonight and several other nights this week. The next few chapters are already planned out and being written. Hope you enjoy. -- PART 5: Ups and Downs My ass felt empty as I felt the cock deep in my hole pull out, leaving a gaping hole as the previous guy humping my ass dumped his load and stepped away from the glory hole. I could feel the numerous loads, well mixed in my ass by constant assault on the formerly tight tunnel, slowly drip out of me, sliding down out of my crack, along my taint, and then drip off my balls. I looked down at the growing puddle on the floor below. I let out a moan, escaping from my mouth uncontrollably at the loss of the pleasant stretch the massive cock gave my ass, my voice getting louder as another faceless stranger stepped up and mercilessly slide in, shoving the previous load deeper inside of me. Looking up, I opened my mouth to let yet another guy shove his cock into my mouth. I slurped on it, relishing as the precum dripping from the uncut meat coated my tongue and throat. The salty, musky taste was like ambrosia to my taste buds. Happily, I sucked harder, trying to suck the cum out of the guy’s balls, enjoying how on each stroke he got deeper. I swallowed, making him grunt in appreciation and fist my hair in his hands, pulling my face down to forcibly fuck my mouth and throat, gagging me ever so slightly. The cock in my ass stabbed my ass hard, slamming against my prostate. Chills of ecstasy shivered through my body, sending surges of pleasure down my confined cock and balls. I could feel yet another load of cum boiling in my balls, begging for release. Precum flowed like a leaky faucet from my dick, forgotten in my quest to please every cock offered to me, my dick slowly dripping and adding to the puddle below. I was in pig heaven, feeling as someone grabbed my balls and cock and jerked on them. I moan around the cock deep in my gullet as the new stranger tugged on my balls and began to suck my cock. I felt my orgasm slowly building to the edge of climax when suddenly I heard a loud ringing to my right. Opening my eyes, I blearily looked at my phone, buzzing and lighting up as it continued to ring, waking me up from the wonderful dream I was having. “God-fucking-damn it…” I muttered, my cock aching from being on the verge of release from my wet dream, and now angry at the interruption of my dream. Reaching over, I pulled the phone off its charger before answering it with a tired hello. “Hello, Dr. Harding? This is Amal,” the voice on the other end replied. Tired, my mind tried to put a face to the name until I finally remembered the Indian guy from the evening before, “I’m calling on the behalf of maintenance. They wanted to know if it would be possible to install your washer and dryer sometime today?” Letting out a silent yawn, forcing myself to sit up. Rubbing my face I looked at the clock, proudly displaying 11:15 am. “Sir?” Amal asked after I didn’t reply for a few moments. “Sorry, I just woke up,” I explained, slowly standing up and walking towards the bathroom. I shivered slightly at the cold air of the apartment on my naked body and winced a little as I took my first few steps, feeling my hole ache from the previous night’s events. “Um… I guess I can do that. What time are they wanting to install it?” I asked, worried I would have to rush to get ready and dressed. “I’d have to check, but with the change in weather, they’ve been busy with switching over to heating. But we plan on it being between 4 and 6 this evening. Would that work for you?” Reaching the bathroom, I flipped on the lights and turned on the faucet. “Uh, sure. That’s fine. I’ll probably just be running errands. Thanks for the heads up,” I replied, hanging up the phone and setting next to the sink. I stared at my face in the mirror for a few moments. A little tired looking, some bed head, but otherwise the same old reflection stared back at me. Nothing to let on the twisted sex I had happened the night before. Letting out a tired sigh, I cupped my hands under the faucet and rinsed my face off. Shutting off the water, I dried my face, and went to my duffle bag and unloaded all my bathroom supplies. Looking through the bag, I noticed I was down to my last clean pair of clothes, suddenly glad that I would be getting a chance to go get more clothing from my old apartment and clean my dirty clothing. Grabbing everything for a shower, I walked back into the bathroom, letting out a slight smile as I felt a bit of cum work its way out of my abused hole. I must still have a ton of cum trapped in my ass from the night before, I thought to myself, and getting a nasty thought from my wet dream, I pushed out slightly and felt more leak out and slowly leave a slimy trail down my leg. I reached into the shower and turned on the water, fiddling with the knobs and stepped away, waiting for the water to warm up before turning around and looking at my ass in the mirror. Bending over slightly, I pulled my asscheeks apart and stared at the scene. My asshole looked puffy and red, worn out somewhat from the repeated abuse the night before and a trail of cum slowly oozing out. “Fuck…” I breathed out, watching as I pushed more cum out of my hole and watched as it dribbled out. Reaching back, I ran my finger across my hole, loving the feeling of the tender, puffy lips and pushing some of the cum back inside. My cock ached in response as I shoved a second finger in. I pulled both fingers out, and without a moment's hesitation, shoved them into my mouth, copying what I had done the night before. I enjoyed the taste, having had the two loads marinate inside me overnight. I forced myself to stop, remembering the errands I had to run, and turned my attention back to the shower. Happy it was finally getting it to the temperature I wanted, I stepped in and let the water beat down on my head. Placing one hand on the tiled wall in front of me, I let my mind drift to the event of the previous evening. My cock quickly hardened as I slowly fingered my ass more, coaxing the two loads dumped inside out, looking down and watching as they dripped onto the tile below, sitting there before quickly mixing with the warm water and disappearing down the drain. Both men must have cum a ton as it felt like my ass was leaking a ton before finally stopping. My ass-lips felt slightly puffy, and deep inside my hole ached in the best possible way. I definitely had to admit I loved getting my ass used, something that with Matthew was to be tolerated out of an act of love but had never been enjoyed with reckless abandon like now. Everything I had read was apparently true. Bareback really was that much better. The feeling of skin on skin as an uncovered cock was shoved into a hole, forcing it open, and stretching it out with every stroke before finally spewing a hot load of thick cum it up was something I knew I was going to have to continue to have. Grabbing my soap, I began to lather up, washing my torso slowly before moving to my ass, cleaning it thoroughly before moving on to my cock. Satisfied I was clean, I slowly washed the soap off. Steam filled the small space, and took a deep breath in, enjoying how the moisture felt on my dried out sinuses from the late fall air. I let out a cough, feeling even more of my previous night’s events. My lungs burned slightly, not used to my newly picked up kink. Instantly, I started thinking about puffing away on the thick dark cigar. Sucking hard on that burning stick, feeling the hot thick smoke flow down my throat and fill my former pink healthy lungs, likely turning them as black as the color of the cigar I had shoved in my mouth and hauled on. Feeling the heady rush as the nicotine oozed out of the tar left behind, flooding my veins, slowly addicting me. Then, watching with pure satisfaction as the thinner, warm smoke drifted back out of me, filling that small space the night before out of my mouth and nose, it’s absence making me want to inhale deeply again and again until I felt my balls unload. With a chuckle, I realized I suddenly wished I had a cigar at that moment firmly placed in my jaw. With a sigh, I forced myself to shut the water off and step out, shivering as the cold air hit me like a wave, causing my massive hard-on to quickly die. Drying off, I got dressed, and after a quick once over, I collected my wallet and keys and made my way out of the building. Stepping outside, I zipped my coat up and shoved my hands into my pockets, unpleasantly surprised at the increasing chill outside. Walking down the street, I stepped into one of the coffee shops, and after a few minutes, exited with a steaming cup. I took in more of the local shops before my eyes stopped at the shop next to me. ‘Whitehorn’s Sportsman Gallery’ the sign read, and in the window were rows upon rows of different cigars, pipes, and various knickknacks meant for decorating a man cave. I stood there, staring at the different cigars and pipes, debating with myself. My heart started to race, and my cock stirred in my jeans. Thoughts of both the night before as well as my night with Jackson flashed in my mind. The burn in my lungs returned, my mind almost begging for the feeling. I enjoyed smoking the cigars. Hell, looking more and more at the large and various sizes of pipes, I could even see myself smoking one. But after a second, adding the exception of only if I had someone to show me how. Everything in my medical training though told me that I shouldn’t go down this route. It was a bad habit, one that’s hard to quit. Smelly. It was dangerous and taboo. I could get cancer. Smoker’s lived shorter lives. Had various other health problems. But the similar things could be said about barebacking. And I had already let three different guys cum up my ass. It was dangerous too. And taboo. And I already knew I would likely not stop barebacking. Finally, I decided to walk in, telling myself I would just look. Immediately, I was greeted at with the sweet smell of the aged tobacco of the cigars and pipes. In that instant, I knew I would like not be leaving here without making a purchase. A younger guy, puffing away on a pipe smiled at me as the door shut behind me, suddenly shutting the outside traffic noise as classical music drifted down from the speakers above. “Hi, I'm Eric. Welcome to Whitehorn’s. Can I help you find anything in particular?” the guy behind the counter replied, a smile on his face as he pulled the pipe from his mouth. I looked at him and took him in. He was in his early 20s, with a somewhat chiseled face, nice body, slicked back black hair, and muted hazel eyes. He was kinda hot, if not for the slightly dorky bow tie, button up shirt and slacks with suspenders I imagined were part of the uniform for the store, due to the old fashioned nature. Looking around, gave a quick smile and debated internally for a second. Should I lie, and say I was looking for a gift for someone on cigars, or tell the truth and say I was looking to get into cigars myself? Quickly, I decided to split it down the middle. I could get into cigars and also repay Jake for the cigar from the night before. “Well, I’m here for a few things… A gift for a friend and also looking for something myself,” I explained, going into detail what I was looking for; A gift of some nice dark, larger cigars, which I hoped would be close to the one I shared with Jake. I quickly learned that type of cigar to be ‘maduro’ as well as getting into cigars myself as I broke into a long conversation with Eric. After a while, he stepped out from behind the counter. With a smile, Eric led the way, leading me to a massive room behind several glass filled doors, and I was greeted with floor to ceiling displays of cigars and loose tobacco. As he showed me the different things I would need to get into cigars, I slyly checked him out, noting the shape of his ass, the slight bulge in the front of his pants, as he occasionally took a puff of the curvy pipe in his mouth. I was glad to be wearing a coat, as my cock kept getting harder and harder, and had to be obvious through my jeans. The outfit he was wear started to grow on me, as it left very little to the imagination, while still giving him a classy look. After about an hour, I was checking out, having picked up several large ring darker cigars, a brand called Asylum according Eric, as well as a small selection of several other different brands, shapes, and sizes of different cigars, a lighter, a cutter, and even a small humidor to store them in. Along the way, Eric had removed the pipe and demonstrated the way to cut and light the cigars, having me try as well. He seemed impressed I had picked it up so quickly and said I looked great with it. The compliment struck me as odd, but I struck it from my mind as likely just being polite and helping get a sale. Watching as he hit total, I let out a slight hiss as I saw the total price. Almost $600. I never realized how expensive it was to smoke. Seeing my reaction, Eric gave me a small frown. “Since you're a new customer, I’ll give you a good discount. The owner likes to have repeat business and usually doesn't mind if I do it. Just tell me you’ll be back in?” he asked, easing my mind slightly as I saw the price drop quite a bit. Letting out a small breath of relief, I let out a small laugh. “Sure, just gonna have to be careful. Cigars are expensive!” I replied, pulling my wallet out and handing over my debit card. “Damn, a doctor, huh?” he said, looking up from the card at me, “I thought you guys raked in the cash. Parties on yachts, drinking champagne and dancing with plastic surgery patients and such.” With a slight groan, I rolled my eyes. “Well, with ‘great’ income comes great student loans,” I explained, going into detail about how classes for the cheaper school I picked was still way outside of my parent’s savings for college which meant taking out a ton of loans, then going into how I was still in my internship and not making as much as I would normally. And how I only would once I decided on a specialty… if I picked any. “So… yeah… unless you’re a plastic surgeon or get a really good residency in a high paying field, you don't make as much as people think you do. I make just enough to pay all the bills, and put aside a bit extra. I’m comfortable, but hell, I don’t even have a car. I think I’ll probably only buy these once in a blue moon, just based on cost.” “That’s why I smoke my pipes,” Eric replied, taking a large puff on his pipe before letting out a large nose jet. My cock throbbed and I swallowed with a loud gulp, watching as this hot guy produce huge clouds of smoke before me as he continued, “Don’t get me wrong, I love cigars. They taste great, and can really make for a fun evening out and about. But pipes? Reusable, and the tobacco is usually cheaper. Lots of different types to choose from too. And makes for a very… enjoyable evening at home or out on the town. Also, less people complaining about the smell. It takes a little bit of a learning curve, but I’d be happy to help you out one on one if you ever want to start up with them. Anytime you wanted.” With that, he gave me a wink. Is he making the moves on me? I asked myself, trying to mask my surprise. I watched as he turned around and packaged everything up. I took a peek down at my watch, I let out a small curse. Handing me the bag, Eric gave me a questioning look. “I… uh… I have to run to my old apartment first… and grab my things before I run out of time…” I explained lamely, doing the mental math. If I left now, I would have just enough time to get to the old apartment and pack up a few boxes of clothing before Matthew would be home. I really didn't want to see the cheating bastard, much less talk to him. If I left, I could grab a quick bite to eat near the old place, and grab the things I needed and leave. No talking, not awkward meetings. We were done, and I was ready to move on, I told myself. Hell, one could argue with all the anonymous sex, I had moved on. One could also make an argument I was trying to avoid the subject and filling it with sex, but… well, fuck them. I was enjoying myself, and I deserved it after giving up a better part of my life on that cheating bastard. “Oh! I can hold these for you if you want!” Eric said, letting his hand linger on mine for a few moments before taking the bag and moving it to the counter behind him again. The action pulled me out of my small argument with myself and I stared at him. He flashed me a huge grin, seemingly a bit too excited. He HAS to be interested, right? I wondered looking at where his hand had just been. “You just have to be back before 6 pm. I have to close up at that time.” “Well, if you don’t mind…” I said, pulling the hand back and scratching the back of my neck, a nervous habit I still did on occasion. “Not at all! We always love to see our customers coming back for more! Come back and visit me anytime buddy!” he said, smiling and winking again. I returned the smile and with quick thanks and a wave goodbye, walked out the door, and looking down the street, ran towards the quickly approaching streetcar. — Stopping at the small Chinese restaurant near the old apartment, I asked the staff for a few old boxes and grabbed a few egg rolls to eat on my walk, before making my way up to my former home. At first, I felt nothing, just staring at the doors of the elevator. That was until the doors opened. Stepping out, I felt a wave of dread, mixed with sadness. We had lived here for 2 years, and the smells and sights almost immediately pulled up memories I had been desperately trying to keep from coming up. Our first night in the apartment, locked out of the apartment when Matt had left the keys on the kitchen counter. The building-wide trick-or-treat party where we both dressed up in hideous drag. The time Matt and I almost had sex on poor Mrs. French’s welcome mat after a night out at the club. Our first party with our friends over. Wet, rainy weekends spent watching and sometimes making fun of crappy movies on the couch together. With a slight sniffle, I fought back the urge to cry and took a deep breath before unlocking the door and walking in. “Not going to cry for you, bastard,” I whispered shakily under my breath. Looking around and taking a quick listen, there were no sounds inside. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, and softly closed the door behind me. I went through my mental list of the things I really needed immediately, and what things I could wait to pick up. Must haves included my winter clothing, underwear and socks, my laptop and charger, the pictures of my family, and my spare hospital badge, stethoscope, and pocket references books. I could pick up my collection of medical books, spring and summer clothing, my movies and gaming system later. The TV was mine as well, but the ones at the new apartment were much better, and I would honestly have nowhere to put them. I started to look around and things immediately felt off. My things were gone. All memory of me having existed in this place felt wiped away. Our pictures together were absent. The couch was different, with… pink throw pillows. Matt and I both hated pink. The whole apartment had a very floral smell, where as we never used air freshener because of my allergies. Dropping the box, I walked into the kitchen and let out a disgusted groan. There, proudly displayed on the wall, was a picture of Matt and…. her. In fucking canvas. Looked like the fucker definitely was moving on. Just. Fine. Angry, I walked over to the box and grabbed it, storming into the bedroom. Whatever, I fumed internally, if he wants to move her in after just 3 weeks, fine. I just wanted to get my clothing and things I needed, and then get the fuck out of the place. I stopped suddenly when I looked in the corner of the room. What I was greeted with elicited a growl from me the second I laid eyes on it. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” I ground out through my teeth, as I looked into the bedroom to find several boxes labeled in someone other than Matt’s handwriting. It obviously must be her sloppy penmanship. ‘Jayek’s things’ Each box had only that written. Not what was in them. Just my misspelled name. And things. That stupid fucking bitch of a whore couldn't even spell my fucking name, right? A five-year-old can, but not this piece of trash who my ex-was now living with?! I opened the closet door to find all my clothing gone, replaced with her’s. The drawers showed the same. In the bathroom, the medicine cabinet was left open, filled with what had to be every makeup product sold. The normally immaculate sink was left covered in various different layers of makeup residue, something that made my rarely seen OCD suddenly flare up. Pissed, I raised my hands, clenching and unclenching them into fists as I forced myself not to pick up something and throw it across the room. Looking through the boxes, I reorganized them, combining the things I needed right away into one box. Reaching the last box, however, I couldn't find my laptop. Until I turned around and saw it on the bed. It had been a gift from Matt for finishing my first year of internship as well as my birthday. If fact, it had been the only lasting gift I had ever gotten from him. He’d landed his dream job, and as a surprise, he took me out to dinner, and after dessert asked if I wanted to walk around and look at the new computers at Apple. Knowing we couldn’t afford it, I jokingly picked the most expensive one one said it would be the perfect, if only for the price tag. When I got home the next day, he’d pulled it out of the closet, surprising me. It had been one of the most romantic things he had done. We couldn’t afford it, but he had been secretly saving up for it. For me. I had felt loved in that moment. It was the nicest thing some had ever gotten me. Sure, it was a just a computer, but I cherished it. It was mine. From someone I loved. And now, it sat on the bed. Covered in fake pink rhinestones with a pink wallpaper on the screen, a giant crack already running down the center of the screen. At first, I didn’t recognize it. My brain refused at first to accept that something so hideously transformed could be mine. Until noticed the small set of scratches on the left corner from my watch. Turning it over, I saw the personalized engraving Matt had paid extra for. “To Jake, my true love. Always be learning new ways to save lives. I will love you forever and always.” I saw red. My mind went completely blank in rage as I grabbed the laptop and dropped it in the box, no longer caring if it got more damage. Turning around, I then grabbed the hefty charger cable, pulled as hard as possible, not caring if I broke it. With a loud snap, I watch as the plug stayed inside the outlet and the casing for the outlet snapped, sending shattered plastic across the room. I started pulling the wiring out of the wall, leaving a large gouge up the wall all the way to the ceiling. With another yank, I pulled again, and the metal connection split apart, leaving the exposed wiring as I detached the outlet. A bright spark shot out of the wires and the power shut off to the entire room, likely tripping the breaker. I walked over to the box and dropped the power cable, outlet and all into the box. I barely flinched as a large chunk of drywall fell from the wall and hit the lamp, sending it crashing to the floor. Grabbing the box, I walked out the front door, not bothering or caring about locking it behind me. I walked in silence to the elevator, my heart pounding in my ears. Hearing a muted ding, I looked up at the door, secretly hoping it was Matthew or the blonde skank so I could grab the electrical cable in the box and strangle one of them. Instead, I was greeted by our neighbor from across the hall, Mrs. French. “Jake, sweetie? Is that you?! Are… are you ok dear?” she said, shocked to see me, holding a hand to her bosom. “Hello, Mrs. French. Sorry… I was just leaving. Please, after you,” I said my voice completely emotionless, moving out of the way to let her through, as she grabbed her cart full of groceries. Looking at me for a moment, she looked at the box of my things with the exposed wiring sticking out of the top. “I see. And I also see that little slutbag from down the hall wasn’t lying about you moving out,” she said, grabbing her grocery cart in one hand, and my arm in the other. Her sudden use of profanity snapped me back to myself slightly, as normally she would be the last person to talk such a way. Dragging me down the hall, she started talking. “How about you come help me with groceries?” she said, her keys in hand as we walked up to her door, “You look like you might end up murdering someone dear. You have means and motive all inside that box. And I’m afraid if you run into that stupid little git in the lobby, it just might be her. Not that I wouldn't pay good money to see it.” Unlocking the door, I followed her dumbly as she rolled the cart into the kitchen and motioned me to set my box on the counter. “I see you did some…. remodeling?” she said, taking a seat at the island as she slowly slipped off her shoes. “Yep,” I replied, looking down and numbly realizing that I had, in fact, ripped the wiring out of the wall. I said nothing else, unsure how able I was to say anything else without either breaking down or screaming uncontrollably. “Uh-huh… I saw that fucking bimbo headed slut moving her stuff in the other day and knew those two were asking for trouble and that dumb fuck ex-boyfriend of yours… he’s not any better,” she sighed, motioning for me to sit beside her before continuing, “Now, as you know, I’m head of the building co-op… and that would be some substantial damage to the unit.” “Shit…” I said, slamming my eyes closed and taking in a deep breath to center myself. I had fucked up. Bad. And I really didn't need her to add to the massive wave of things I was trying not to feel. “Shit shit shit shit SHIT!” Patting my arm, she sat there for a second before clearing her throat and continuing. “Oh, yes dear. That is exactly what your ex is going to be saying. But don't you worry dear. I already took the liberty of taking you off the lease. You won’t be liable for any of the damages.” Opening my eyes, I stared at her, slightly shocked. “I figured after that little outburst the lobby a few weeks back, you'd wise up and leave that prick. Especially after trading down to a piece of trailer trash snatch like that,” she continued, patting my hand with hers, “Now, I had to put your termination down as inappropriate behavior from the outburst in the lobby sweetheart, but don’t worry about that little detail. Paperwork just seems to always disappear at the most interesting times.” Jesus, I thought to myself, this woman scary. “And when little Miss Shit for Brains was going down the hall asking for boxes to pack up a few things… I knew it was only a matter of time before the proverbial shit would hit the fan.” My jaw was hanging open as the little old lady in front of me cussing up a storm. This was a woman who blushed over saying the word tinkle. And now, she cussed worse than even the most seasoned sailor. “I’m guessing she packed your things up, and likely took something for herself that wasn't hers to take, hmm? And seeing how out of your head you were, it was something important to you. That, my dear, would be the work of a true cunt,” she intuited, tilting her head towards the box. My only reply was a small nod, still unable to fully wrap my head around the sudden change in the woman's language. “Jesus Christ… Did she seriously misspell your name? God... Women like that make all of us look bad. Well, after that damage, I’m guessing that you’ll need somewhere to store your things…” she wondered out loud, her finger tapping on her chin, “Because I bet that little skank will likely take revenge on your things. And a little dumbass like that Matthew will likely let her since she has him wrapped around her finger,” The woman made perfect sense. And dear god, I was honestly sad I was going to never have her as a neighbor again. “Now, I can provide a safe place to store those things if you’d like dear. And you can even stay here, though I would hope you now have somewhere of your own?” “I… just found a place yesterday, I just came to get a few necessities until...” I trailed off, letting my actions speak for themselves. Getting up, she directed me to the front door. “Good. Now, I don’t expect you to pick up your things right away. I just ask in return is you take me out to lunch once a month so we can catch up dear,” she said, slightly pushing me out the door and across the hall. “Go grab your boxes and put them in the living room. Those two are likely to be home pretty soon.” I did exactly that and after a few minutes, I was able to take all my things and move them across the hall. With that, I gave the small woman a huge hug and told her I would be back for my things as soon as possible. She gave me a small kiss on the cheek and walked me to the elevator. My mind reeled at the change in demeanor from what had been the sweet little lady who I would have bet never cussed in her entire life. I smiled though, glad to have learned something new about her and looked up at my reflection in the door. However, the smile on my face suddenly died as the doors opened and I was greeted face to face with Matthew and his new girlfriend.

Jason was desperately trying to place the mans face as the doctor got between his legs and started to man handle his penis. The doctor rubbed and pull the cock between his rough fingers trying to pry apart the piss slit but finding it sticky. “Hmmm well there is definitely an infection here. He squeezed Jason's dick and made some discharge apart collecting it on his finger. Bringing it up to his nose he sniffed “Hmmm this is a pretty nasty strain whatever it is. Looks and smells like Gonorrhea right Nick?” He proffered his finger across to the nurse Nick who looked at the discharge and also leaned in to sniff. “Yes I would agree Doctor. The colour, texture and smell definitely has all the same characteristics” “Take a closer look young Jason” the Doctor thrust his hand close towards Jasons face now who tried to buck his head back as the doctor moved his finger closer and closer. “Take a deep whiff, have you been noticing this smell a lot. Now Gonorrhea can infect any warm wet areas, have you had any throat pain recently?” The doctor moved his hands to Jasons mouth and squeezed his jaw open. The doctors bare fingers dived into Jasons mouth and he could feel the doctor rubbing around his gums and tongue. “Hmmm I wonder...” mused the doctor as he pushed two fingers down the back of Jasons throat. Jason could taste the disharge on the doctors finger sliding around inside his mouth and as the Doctor pushed his fingers deep down the back of Jasons throat he found no choice but to swallow. “Well there is definitely something down there too” I'll have to explore that later”. The Doctor took his fingers out of Jasons mouth and turned around to drag over a small stool which he sat on. “Well Nick it looks like we have a perfect patient here to help with the students. I believe they are currently in examination room 6 would you like to bring them through” Nick turned and left the room as Jason, still restrained on the examination chair, sat in slight disbelief at what was happening. “Sorry...?” Jason croaked from his man handled throat, “...students?” “Yes Jason, this is a teaching hospital and you signed a release allowing our students and staff to use you for teaching purposes. Don't worry this is a place of medicine, you are in the best hands for the care you need” “Doctor, something happened to me” Jason sighed, as tears began to gather in his eyes. “I... I think... I was raped and I don't know what to do”. “Well Jason that does sound like quite a statement. But I mean you seem like a strong capable lad to me, so I have to wonder if this sort allegation you are making is true, how did it happen? where were you? Why did you not try to stop it?” “I... I don't know? I don't know what happened, its just, theres so much I don't remember. My head is such a mess, even you look familiar to me and I don't know why” The Doctor leaned got between Jason's legs, leaned over and down in Jason's face “Well Jason's thats a very accusatory thing to say. Do you think I raped you? Here I am helping you and youre accusing me of raping you?” “No no you got me wrong thats not what I mean” Jason said crying more as he struggled in the examination chair. “Well I am not in any habit of raping young men, rape is for the unwilling and I always make sure the men I fuck want it” Jason's eyes bulged for a second when the door opened and in walked a large group of male students in white coat, led by the nurse Nick. The Doctors voice changed back into a professional tone as he encouraged the group around Jason. “Gentlemen yes welcome. What we have here is a young male patient who has come in today claiming to have been raped and yet we have found a very aggressive looking strain of Gonorrhea in his penis suggesting that he must have put his dick somewhere pretty infected already”. Jason tried to splutter some protests but The Doctor continued louder. “First we need to see if the infection has gotten into the patients bladder so we will need to insert a catheter , now his penis is quite gummed up so this may be uncomfortable. Nick would you mind?” Behind Jasons head, Nick appeared with a large spherical object and pushed the cold metal object into Jasons mouth. He then pulled on two restraints attached to the ball pulling it back hard into Jason's mouth and restricting his ability to open his mouth or close it. He tried to shout and cry but all that came out was a loud muffled moan. Still tied to the examination chair he was vulnerable and unable to stop the medical staff as they gathered round to watch the procedure up close. The Doctor gripped Jason's cock tightly and began to crudely shove the catheter tube into Jason's piss slit. High pitched squeals came from the gagged Jason, but fell on deaf ears. “Well this isnt working well as the urethra is too gummed and the penis too soft, so in circumstances like this it is good to get the patient aroused to help stiffen the passage and allows an easier entry” The doctor reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a syringe which he proceeded to stick into Jason's cock pushing the plunger and administering the dosage. “Now as that caverject gets to work I want us to examine the lads anus.” The Doctor stood from his chair and began manipulating levers on the examination chair which raised it, lowered Jason's head and raised his arse up so his hole was spread and at waist height. The Doctor pushed two fingers into the tight swollen hole and pulled apart. “Now listen to that sound. Get close and listen” he began open and closing the hole, pulling the hole apart harder and faster to the sound of Jasons sobbing below. “Now that cracking sound you can hear is another telling sign of infection in there, thats dried discharge breaking apart as I manipulate his rectum. “We need to explore this hole deeper and see how bad this is, Nick could you one of the students administer two dosages into the patient please, we need to get this boy nice and relaxed and loose.” Nick moved to a drawer and pulled out two loaded syringes from, Jasons caught a glimpse of the liquid inside which appeared to have some red tinge floating around inside it. “Dont worry” said Nick “These were made up today with help from some of our other patients.” then as he and the male nurse took an arm each they wrapped tourniquets and then both pushed the needles into Jasons veins, pulled back mixed Jasons own blood with the concoction, and then pushed the dirty loads of crystal meth into him, pulling off the tourniquets and watching Jasons body shudder in exhilaration. Jason's mind began to fly away as the massive chemical boost burned its way through his veins however he caught the last of the Doctors voice as he began to drift off and away “Right then gentlemen, its time to explore this cunt and see how much damage was done, its also a great opportunity to show you how deep this little rabbit's hole can go” as he began to place pressure onto Jasons hole which felt as if it was enveloping the Doctors big bare hand.

Hell Yes! Nothing beats a dark room face down on the bed and a dude comes in and seeds you, you don't have to talk or look at each other. Both get what they desire. Anonymous Rocks!

Elbow deep inside, awesome penetration .. years of practice with a good experienced fister i suppose to be able to do that .. nice boys

My boy and I had a three-day weekend and decided to get away from our stifling apartment. We used our frequent flier miles to fly to South Beach for the weekend. He's been whoring out his asshole for a little over a year now, and has taken countless POZ loads. Sharing his sweet pussy with strangers really gets both of us off, especially when they may be POZ. We arrived at our hotel, checked in, unpacked, and showered. Before changing into our trunks, I ate his ass for a long while and lubed it up just in case anyone should want a piece of it. We hopped in the rental car and headed north to a gay beach I had read about online. There were other guys around, all clothed, shit, but lots of space between people sitting in the sand. We staked out our spot and raced to the water. As soon as we were waist deep, I kissed my boy all over, stuck my hands in his shorts, and started fingering his hole. After splashing around for a few minutes, we returned to our towel to relax. I suggested my boy hop out of his trunks and relube just in case the seawater had washed it out. He grinned wickedly. He reached into his bag and pulled out the lube, as well as a big dildo he likes to use to loosen his hole up before parties. Although I kept my shorts on, my cock was already hard and I knew there would be a wet spot seeping through the nylon as I began to ooze precum. With my boy on his back, fingering his hole and teasing it with the tip of the dildo, I kept an eye out for guys who might want in on this. After a few minutes, an older balding greek-looking guy with a furry chest and a bit of a belly hanging over his speedos approached. His jaw dropped. As he got closer, he slowed down. We're never picky about who gets their cock in my boy's hole, so my boy kept up the show. The guy stopped and pulled down his shorts enough to show a tiny cock with even tinier balls. He walked closer and knelt down. I reached for his dick, and I guess it freaked him out. As soon as I wrapped my hand around his dick, he came instantly. I scooped his load up in my hand as he snapped the waistband up over his pitiful little dick and ran away. Oh well. More free lube, the best kind. I pulled the dildo out of my boy's hole and slicked it up with the geek guy's cum and shoved it back it. My boy kept his show on as I worked my dick through my shorts. After what seemed like hours, a real hottie in long board shorts strolled into view. He was tanned with wavy brown hair and a bit of curly chest hair spread across his wide pecs. I though, damn, a fine body like that and he's hiding most of it with those long shorts! He slowed down as he passed by, smirked, and kept walking. Another one got away. By now, my dick was aching to cum. I slipped off my shorts, rolled my boy over onto his knees and started eating out his hole. As I was about to slide in, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that our stud had returned. I repositioned myself to slide my cock into my boy's slobbering mouth. I leaned forward and spread my boy's asscheeks, inviting the handsome stranger to dive in. The stranger got down on his knees and spit onto his fingers, then inserting one then two in my boy's stretched hole. The stranger fumbled with the laces on his boardshorts until they were loose enough to pull his impressive uncut cock out. He pulled his fingers out of my boy's hole and spit again, lubing up his cock. He slid in slowly as my boy moaned on my dick. With each thrust, the stranger picked up his pace and with each thrust, the shorts fell lower and lower around his hips. I could now see his beautiful hairy balls slapping against my boy's slutty ass. The stranger hadn't spoken a word, and seemed to be having a good time. He slid all the way in and then paused. He looked up at me, his gorgeous green eyes filled with lust. He asked, with a sexy indeterminate European accent, “Are you certain you are okay with this? Can I give him my cum?” “Hell, yes!” I replied. By then the stranger's boardshorts were puddled around his knees. My boy was backing up now to meet each raw thrust. I saw a red cross on the stranger's right thigh. “Swiss?,” I asked. “Yes. And POZ.” Fuck yeah. That's what I like!!!! My boy pulled his velvety lips off of my cock and swung his head around to catch a glimpse of this sexy Swiss stud for the first time and began pleading, “Please give me your load. Please. Please.” The stranger didn't respond with a word, but picked up his pace, working his dick all the way in, then pulling almost all the way out, then slamming forward. Over and over and over. Finally, with beads of sweat running down his beautiful chest, he lunged forward and groaned. I knew he was planting a toxic load deep in my boy's raw vulnerable hole. I couldn't help from cumming instantly. My load landed all over my boy's face and in his gaping mouth as he fisted his own hardon, spurting his juice all over the towel beneath him. The stranger smiled and pulled up his shorts over his sticky still-hard cock, said “Thank you,” and simply walked away. I dove into my boy's sticky pussy, puffy and red from its abuse. I fingered out a bit of cum, lapped it up onto my tongue, spun my boy around, and kissed him, passing the stranger's POZ cum into his mouth. I was tempted to go back for more, but wanted to leave some to simmer up there, keeping him loose and slick for more action, just in case.

Duke pulled Bobby’s mouth up off his cock, leaned forward holding the kids head in his hands and thrust his tongue into the boys mouth giving him a good snog that was eagerly returned, Duke licked up the boys sweaty face before biting the lads neck leaving a nice angry looking love bite before leaning and leering over the boys shoulder “yeah the chicky’s in chem pig heaven”, I pulled my fingers out of the boys hole which were covered with lube and mucus from the boys twat and twisted the kid round looking at his dopey cute face with hugely dilated pupils and smiled “yeah our new boys high and horny as fuck ain’t ya boy?”, the kid grinned and whimpered as he ran his hands over his perfect pecs and abs “yeah so horny”, I held the boys head and pushed my fingers into his mouth as Bobby continued to feel himself up eagerly sucking and licking my fingers “that’s it boy, suck your cunt juices off my fingers” Duke reached down and squeezed the lads balls and his hard cock “nice I like a chicky who gets hard when he’s chemmed” and then ran his other hand over the kids buttocks and pushed a finger into the boys pussy “mmmmm that’s a hungry little boy hole you have don’t ya chicky?” the kid murmured and pushed his hole back on Dukes finger as I twisted bobby’s head round pushing my tongue into his willing eager mouth giving him a deep long slobbery snog that lasted a few minutes until pulling my mouth away and gobbing into his open mouth. I rose up on my haunches and then stood up, pulling a wobbly Bobby up along side me “lets get him into the bedroom” As we stood Duke pulled on the boys little patch of pubes, “I think these should go chicky, make you a real boy for your new daddies eh?”, the boy just giggled and nodded as we led him to the bedroom. Once in there I pushed Bobby onto the bed and he giggled as he bounced on it, I climbed onto the bed kneeling beside the kid and pulled his mouth onto my cock which he started sucking like a hungry baby on its mothers titty, but he could not help giggle again dropping my dick from his mouth as Duke smeared some shaving foam on his pubes and shaved them off his cute face smiling “tickles!”. Duke admired his handiwork “now ain’t that better and pretty chicky?” the kid looked down at his shaven pubes and whispered “oh wow yeah!” staring for a few moments before I steered his mouth back onto my cock coaxing him gently as he slobbered and sucked “that’s it baby you suck Daddy’s cock nicely”. Duke pushed the kids legs back at the knees giving him an excellent downwards look at Bobby’s hole “awww that’s so sweet chicky, your boi pussy is practically winking at me”, I had to grin and chuckle “yeah that right daddy Duke? It’s winking? hmmmm I think maybe that it needs some stretching?”, Duke was now up on the bed kneeling in between the lads spread open wide legs slapping his cock head against the kids hole slathering his poz precum over it and making the boys cunt quiver in eager anticipation “oh I think so Ted, you want that don’t you boy?”, I pulled my cock out of the boys mouth and slapped it across his face and lips coating them with my own noxious precum which he eagerly licked off “you want your pussy stretched a bit son? Want Daddy Duke to put his big black cock in your cunt and make you a good boy?” Bobby bobbed his head eagerly arching his neck and pointing his tongue frantically licking at my under shaft groaning eagerly “fuck yes I want it, give it to me please!!!” before he finally caught my cock head with his mouth and swallowing my dick into his eager little mouth making me moan as I winked at Duke “we may just have to keep this one”. Duke smirked “yeah” his eyes twinkling “shall we slam him?”

As I sucked on Bobby’s dick and massaged his balls I heard the lighter click and Duke snigger “that’s it boy, inhale it in deep, good boy” I pulled my mouth off Bobby's teen boy cock as Dukes climbed onto the sofa and I grinned watching as Duke started licking and slurping at the lads neck as he kneaded Bobby’s big pecs his deep voice soothing the boy, “mmmm chicky you taste like sweet honey” before plunging his tongue deep into the boys mouth, in the meantime I started to tug at the waistband of the kids bikini, in fact I chuckled “atta boy” as he raised his hips so I could pull them off easily threw them into corner. I was enjoying feeling Bobby’s cock and balls, in fact I was enjoying every inch of his boy body while he just leaned back enjoying the attention in his tweaked little mind, I looked up as Duke pulled his mouth away leaving a trail of spit that dribbled down onto the lads big cushion pecs and grinned as the kids glazed eyes bulged as Duke pulled off his swimsuit and showed his fat ebony cock to the boy, Duke bucked his hips making his cock swing and bob with a clear glob on precum forming at his piss slit, he stood closer and Bobby licked his lips “like that black meat chicky?” bobby exhaled a deep breath, nodded reaching up to take it in his hand but Duke backed away sitting down in an armchair with his legs spread idly playing with his cock grinning “well it ain’t gonna suck itself chicky, c’mon” I rubbed the kids back “go on son, you know you want to” and smirked as bobby crawled off the sofa and went on his hands and knees over to Duke, my own dick twitched dribbled precum as I watched the lads melon like muscle arse cheeks bob invitingly as he crawled over to Duke, the fact that his tan lines made a perfect little white triangle on his butt just made it look all the more sexy to me, and I thought to myself ‘great target’. Bobby stayed on his knees, grabbing Dukes dick with his hand and leaned forward taking Duke’s dick into his mouth, Duke placed his big hand on Bobby’s head pushing the kids mouth further onto his dick ”that’s it white boy you suck that black daddy dick”. As Bobby moaned as he slurped and sucked on Dukes big knob I stood up shucking my shorts releasing my thick veiny dick and picked up the goody bag, I walked over and winked at Duke as I got down behind the kid dropping the bag and pulling his arse cheeks apart, Bobby groaned and moved to look over his shoulder making Duke sneer “you just keep fucking sucking that cock boy”. I could not help but sigh “beautiful!” as I gazed down on the kids hairless sweet little pink fuckhole, it looks so perfectly innocent, Duke smirked “nice?”, I broadly grinned “fucking lovely my friend”, I ran my finger over the kids pussy hole and was delighted to see it pucker in response, I spat on it and bobby squirmed and groaned and spread his knees as I slid my index finger in the his hot little hole and chuckled “it seems our new pig boy likes his pussy being played with!”, Dukes sneered “fuck yeah” and then pulling the lads mouth of his dick “that right boy, you like things up your shitter”, Bobby moaned “Yes Sir!” before plunging his mouth back onto Dukes dick as I fingered his sweet little cunt. I pulled my finger out of the kids clit and delighted in seeing it pucker and pulse as the boy moaned exasperated that his hole was now empty, I ran my hand over his lovely bubble butt “don’t worry boy you won’t be empty for long” and I opened our goody bag pulling out the Tina enriched jar of lube, I dipped my finger into it getting a nice big scoop of it on my finger before gently applying it only his hole and pushing it inside, digging in deep before removing my finger and picking a nice sized lump of Tina from the goody bag and winking at Duke who place both hands on Bobby's head ready to hold fast. I placed my hand on the small of the boys back and pushed the lump into the boy’s cunt with the other. We held Bobby firm as he bucked and writhed at the lump fizzed and dissolved in his hole, the burn really hit the kid hard, he started sweating profusely and flushed bright red, gagging on Dukes dick, I could feel the boys anal muscles clench and spasm as they tried to expel the Tina, but I kept my finger firmly up the boy butt as the chems were absorbed sneering sternly “stay fucking still slut!”. After a little while the kids breathing started to settle down, and I could feel his pussy relaxing round my finger so I pushed another one in along side making the boy moan and wiggle his butt as I gently finger fucked him and he started to slurp and suck on Dukes fat dick as Duke laughed “fuck yeah pig boy bobby”