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My new Pastor: The door to the confessional slowly opened, and the father came out, fully robed in black, with just his cock sticking out. He had a white collar around his neck, along with a long rainbow-colored scarf. He instructed me that I must first be baptized into the church, and led me to his bathroom, which he referred to as the baptismal pool. He instructed me to lay in the tub, and receive my first baptism. He began slowly by pissing all over my body. He then instructed me to open my mouth and accept his holy wine. I greedily drank his piss, without spilling a drop. With that he informed me that I was now part of the church, and that a celebration would commence. He then toweled me off and led me to the kneeling bench which was next to the still covered alter. He instructed me to kneel across the alter with my ass high in the air, which I obliged. Reaching under the covered alter, he removed a chalice with a liquid in it. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I was instructed to drink heartily from it. I have never done drugs before, but this drink was apparently highly laced with something, as I felt a totally new experience. My mind was racing and I was as horny as fuck. All inhibitions were set aside. Once I finished the rather large chalice, I was told I would now receive his blessing which would bring me into his church for the rest of my life. My hands were tied with his rainbow-colored scarf, and my hole was prepared for entry. His fingers slowly stretched my quivering ass, scratching my cunt until it was bleeding. I know it was bleeding as the Father removed them from me, and made me suck them clean. After doing so, I felt some sharp chards being inserted up my ass. I dared to ask Father what it was, and he simply said communion wafers. I thanked him. The Father asked me if I was ready to join the Brotherhood and I replied yes! He teased my ass with his cock just sticking his cock in and making me beg for his holy post. Very unexpectedly, he drove hard in me balls to the wall. As he was pounding me, he was chanting, and just before he blew his seed deep in me, he asked if I was ready to receive the blessings of the Father. As I replied yes, he shot deep into my ass.

I have a bit of a thing for bottom guys who also give loads. I love it when I see a guy taking loads of cocks in a club, backroom or sauna and then when he's done get his load knowing what a slut he's been. Maybe it is living vicariously through someone else's loads, but for me it's a horny fantasy to think of him shooting a mix of all the loads he's taken. I think this stems from being taught in late 1980s sex-ed that 'if you have sex with someone you're effectively having sex with all their previous partners'. Since this is fairly specific it's a rare occurrence in reality, but when it happens it's awesome. Last time was a guy at The Boots in Antwerp.

sexualdeviant11 https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/late-night-officer-load-38234531 This dude lives around the corner from me. Wanted me to come over and get fucked, of course I said yes. During our conversation he mentioned he was an officer so I had him put on the uniform and wait for me. Enjoy and comment! I love reading your comments. Shoot me a message if you want to drop a load or just a note.

My Neighbor With The Bbc PART 2 DeWayne never did call me to come over and service him again. Nearly 3 years have gone by and we'd gone back to our pattern of nothing more than a wave and a "How are you doing?" from across the street to each other. Nothing was ever said about our having fucked. His wife Carol and I always will chat when we see each other outside, but DeWayne has gone back to ignoring me. Oh, well.........I'm not surprised. A few weeks ago, Carol and I ran into each other at the communal mailbox. She mentioned to me that her Mother in Los Angeles was not doing well. And that she and her brother would be moving her Mom into an assisted living facility in Los Angeles. And that she'd be gone until Thanksgiving. "Is DeWayne going to LA to help?" I asked. "No. He can't take the time from work. "I'll peek in on him, to make sure he's ok and see if I can do anything for him", I said with a smile. So, last week, I made a Shepherd's Pie for dinner. I made an extra casserole dish of it and took it over to DeWayne. I rang his doorbell and he quickly opened the door to find me standing there with a casserole dish. "Come on in, Dave. What you got there?" "I made some Shepherd's Pie. Knowing Carol was gone, thought you might like it". DeWayne said. "Damn! That's really nice. I was just wondering what I was going to do for dinner? Come in", he said as he closed the door and motioned for me to have a seat. He took the casserole dish from my hands and walked into the kitchen as I took a seat on the sofa. He set the dish down and pulled a couple of glasses from the cupboard. He filled them with ice and pulled a bottle of scotch from another cupboard. "I remember you like scotch, Dave. Have a drink with me. I just got home from work. I could sure use a drink, myself", he said as he handed me a very generous pour of scotch in the glass. He set his drink down on the coffee table in front of us and asked to be excused for a moment. He wanted to change out of his work clothes. My mind was racing and my heart pounding as I realized, he was was taking this right where I had been hoping it would go. I was about to get that bbc inside me again. I'd been waiting for this for nearly 3 years. He soon came back dressed in basketball shorts and wife beater tee shirt with bare feet. Just the sight of his huge feet and muscular legs and chest got the blood in my cock flowing. He sat down on the overstuffed chair directly across from me. He took some swigs of his scotch as I did the same. We struggled at some small talk for about 5 minutes as we quickly downed the drinks. He leaned over and poured more scotch into my glass, then his. He obviously felt he needed a bit of a buzz to go through with what I assumed was coming. As we drank the second round, DeWayne put his bare foot up on the coffee table and adjusted his crotch. My eyes were right there on his crotch. Then he pulled up the pant leg of his shorts and showed me his now semi soft black dick. He tugged on his dick a few times as I got up off the sofa and walked over to him in the easy chair. DeWayne stood up and pulled his shorts down as I walked over to him. He was not wearing underwear. His cock was quickly gowing. He was almost up to his full 9"s of bbc. I dropped to my knees, taking his cockhead into my mouth. I could feel his cock continue to swell and harden as my mouth began to work on his str8 cock. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, then licked up and down he underside of his black monster dick. I took his huge, low hanging balls into my mouth and sucked on them. Then he sat back down on the chair. I again took his balls into my mouth and sucked on them. He lifted his legs and showed me his brown, puckered, slightly hairy hole. I flicked my tongue on it as he let out a soft moan. Then I spread his asscheeks and slid my tongue up into his asshole. I shoved my tongue as far up inside his hole as I could get it. He was now groaning loudly. "Fuck, man! That feels amazing!", he groaned. I kept eating his hole as I stroked his fat cock. Since I was hoping my gift of dinner would lead this, I had come prepared and had put a bottle of poppers in my pants pockets. I also had a small bottle of lube, just in case. I took a few sniffs of poppers and then went back to work on his asshole. Licking, kissing and tongue fucking his hole. Then I went back to his cock and sucked it as best I could. But his 9", swollen cock was so big and thick, I couldn't take too much down my throat. He soon as leaning forward and stuck his large, muscular hand down the back of my shorts. He found my asshole and rubbed it. . "Can we go in the bedroom?" I asked. Without saying anything he stood up and extended his hand to me to pull me up from the floor. I followed him into his bedroom as he pulled his tee shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. I pulled a small bottle of lube that I had in my shorts pocket and placed both the lube and poppers on the bedside table as I stripped. The sight of his tall, muscular black body standing next to the bed with his huge 9" cock sticking straight out was one of the hottest sights I'd seen in a long time. Once I was naked, I grabbed the bottles of lube and poppers and knelt on the edge of his bed. I tossed the bottle of lube just off to my side on the mattress. Then took some long, deep sniffs of poppers as I felt him lube up my ass and his dick. I continued to suck in the poppers as he pressed his swollen cockhead against my hole. I took more sniffs as he grabbed me around the waist and pushed into me. My head felt like it was ready to explode as I continued to popper up. I knew it would take me a lot to be able to take him into me. But within just a few moments, he was balls deep into my ass and was slowly sliding in and out of my cunt. Once he could feel me loosen up, he raised his right leg and put his foot up onto the mattress, allowing his cock to go even deeper into me, on an angle. His pounding became harder as his balls now slapped against mine. He changed legs and now came into me from the opposite angle. Again ramming deeply into me. Grunting with each thrust. His fingers were digging into my waist as his thrusts picked up speed, depth and brutality. His thrusts were so hard that it was forcing the air out of my lungs with each thrust. Both he and I were grunting and gasping for air with his brutal thrusts. I tried to take more sniffs of poppers. But they were splashing all over my nose and fingers from his thrusts. I gave up and put the cap back on. Finally, he pushed me further up on the bed and fell on top of me. He's now fucking like a crazy man. He's now got both knees up on the mattress and ramming into me. About 5 minutes of fucking me from this position finally brought him to orgasm. He groaned loudly as he thrust deep into me and let out a deep growl. I milked his cock with my ass as I could feel his cock throb inside me as he emptied his balls into my gut. Once he'd cum, he silently pulled out and immediately went into his bathroom to wash off. I knew he'd want me out of there quickly. I grabbed my shorts and tee shirt and put them on as quickly as I could. "I'm heading home, DeWayne. Give me a shout if I can help you out again". "Thanks bud. Will do", was all I heard as I let myself out of his front door and crossed the street to my own home. Well, it had been a long wait for a "replay". But it was sure worth the wait. Hope I can get one more replay before Carol comes back home.

Hey guys, given that the name of our site is "breeding zone", I'm thinking we have to take it a step forward from just relating past tales, to creating our own new experiences. Set up our own get togethers to fulfill the needs of all - those who need to fuck and breed, and those of us who need to be fucked and bred. Would love to have it so we can video it, discretely, and record the fuckings and breedings. Please let me know those of you who would be interested and we'll make it happen. I may be able to host my first breeding party and then we can see where we go from there. Thanks for your thoughts, suggestions, input and responses. Oink!

The ”Blessing”: Up until my blessing, I had not seen the father totally naked. After his seed was implanted deep in me, he untied my arms, and instructed me to roll over on my back, clean his holy post, and witness the blessing that I had received. For the first time, I saw his chiseled body, as I was instructed to clean his holy post. The first thing that I noticed was a scorpion tat, surrounded by a pentagram. My mind went racing, and it was obvious to him. He reminded me that I had come to confess to taking poz loads, and that he was fully toxic, to which I thanked the Father. He told me that I was now a part of the church, but there were rules that I MUST abide to. First of all he instructed me that I was to have no sexual activity outside of the temple. He asked if I was totally committed the becoming part of his church, to which I replied yes. Once again, he reached under the cloth on the table, and removed a chastity cage. I informed him that I was a total bottom, and he interrupted by saying that even though, my seed was not to be spent even by jacking off. With that, he locked the cage around my cock, and he held onto the key. He informed me that I would be allowed to share my seed, however it was only when he decided that I could do so. Secondly, he told me that I must attend two services each and every week, even though it was likely that I would become very ill shortly. He informed me that I would be well taken care of during any illness that I might have. Lastly, he explained that I was not to tell anyone else about the church, unless I consulted him first. He explained that while most churches survive on money collected during services, the only collections here would be made of precious seed, and the church was quite particular in its membership. With that I was instructed to put back on my clothes, and depart in friendship, and the next service would be scheduled on Wednesday at 6pm. I did as instructed and thanked the father. After I returned home, my mind was racing. I was worn out, and immediately jumped into bed. Could it be true that the blessing that I had received really happened, or was it just a dream? As I felt my cock stiffening within its cage, I realized that it had indeed happened. I reached down to stroke my cock, but the chastity device did as it was intended. With that I fell into a deep sleep.

Nostalgia! Home for Thanksgiving and went to a cruising park just for shizzles. Not much happening but get cruised by an old white man. bored so we chatted. He did look familiar talked about where he was from, yada yada. Told me he was in town for the holiday too but sed to live not far from the park, chatted more and I told him I remember getting fucked by a doctor named Rob in that same house. He said it was him. I was only 16 and it was my first ever fuck. He actually remembered. Remembered picking up skinny nervous black kid and wanting to pop what he rightly suspected was a virgin cherry, lubing me with Crisco, and he laughed because he remembered that I begged him not to pull out, and cleaning my ass off with palmolive dish soap. Went to his hotel for old times' sake. Even though he is in his 70s he fucked the shit out of me again. said he always wondered how big of a cumdump I became. Hooking up with him again tonight

I am newly converted to POZ and only topped once. My goal was to become a POZ cum dump bottom, the kind of guy that gets a reputation for being a cum dump and having a loose, sloppy, dripping fuck hole. That's still my goal. But it turns out that I was at a bar and a guy starting hitting on me and after a while he said he wanted to swap fucks. I was honest and told him that I've only topped one time. He said that's OK, it's cool and we ended up going into a dark corner of the bar parking lot and he told me to fuck him first and when I asked, "bareback?", he said of course. So I did and unloaded a nice big load of newly POZ nut into his raw hole. He then turned me around while thanking me for my nut and flooded my hole with his neg nut. I have to admit that I was really turned on knowing that his load might be the very last pure neg load he shoots. So my point is that even if a bottom guy thinks that all he can be is a bottom, he does have the ability to be a top fucker when needed and I admit that now that my POZ cock has experienced breeding a hole, it wants to it again! I'm learning that being a vers bottom does have benefits.

The Confessional: I was led to the confessional by hand, and as I came to find out, it was a closet, with a glory hole cut into the door. I heard the door open, and close, and then was instructed to remove my hood. After removed, the priest asked me what my confession was. I told him that I was looking to become poz, and that I was recently seeded by several toxic tops. The Father asked me why I thought it was a sin, as I was chasing, and took several anonymous poz loads. I explained to the Father that although I was looking to become positive, I wanted to know who my gifter was. The Father told me that although I could have already become positive it would be considered an “Immaculate Conception” and that I was not to worry about it, and that although it was not a sin in his eyes, immediately told me that I must repent and then there was total silence. A cock then poked through the glory hole, and he instructed to take his holy post for his forgiveness. Its was hard to tell through the glory hole, but he seemed to have 8+ inches of dripping uncut meat. As I continued to devour his holy post, he said “good alter boy.” Through his voice, I could tell that a massive load was building, and it wouldn’t be long before I received my gift. His cock suddenly withdrew from the glory hole, and he instructed me to turn around and put my ass up to the glory hole to receive my repentance. I quickly obliged, and within 5 minutes, his pace quickened and I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he told me to prepare for his blessing. After remaining in me for a few minutes, he instructed me to turn around and clean his holy post. As I did, I could taste the salty taste of cum, mixed in with the coppery taste of blood. With that, he told me it was time to meet my new pastor.

I'm a biker living in London UK, and I've discovered three major ways of pozzing up unsuspecting negs. Thought I'd share my techniques with you blokes. The first I discovered by accident when I was fucking a guy and the condom broke. I said I was sorry, and I was, but later the memory made me smile. Sometime later when I was doing another guy, and the condom broke when I was putting it on, but I decided to fuck him without his knowledge the condom would not provide any protection. I felt guilty and horny as hell at the same time. Then I started pricking the rubbers in their packets, so that when I started fucking, they'd split, but through experience I learned this technique didn't reliably work, so using embroidering scissors, I would carefully cut open the packets, remove the condoms and snip a bit off the tip. Then I would roll it back up and slide it back into the packet. Then I would look for guys who are into safer sex only. I've done hundreds of guys using this method over the years. The second method is more work, but more fun. I chat up negs on-line who want to bareback with other negs, saying I had tested neg the month before, claiming I only top, and I'm neg. Occasionally when I've met-up with such guys, they ask for documentation showing my status, so I made-up a fake report on my computer, and printed it on letterhead that looks like that of the local STD clinic. In addition, I tell them I will pull-out before shooting. Of course I never do. It's much easier to apologize than to get permission. For that matter, there are ample guys into being fucked by a guy in bike leathers and crash helmet, so I dress the part, at least the first time around. On second and subsequent 'dates' I may get more intimate, smiling, and kissing passionately. I do my best to blow at least five loads in such guys, and even stay in touch with them long enough to see if they convert. I think I've used this technique on about 20 guys over the years. To the best of my knowledge, about 19 of the guys converted. When they tell me they've tested poz I act shocked and say I will get tested immediately. I love chat rooms: the other guy can't see the smile on my face. The third method is the most dangerous and the hottest. A biker mate and I were cruising Hamstead Heath, London's cruising area. We were desperate to breed a neg bottom. We wandered about 'till we saw a cute young Asian guy. He was a bit drunk. I think it was his first time on the heath. We smiled, said hello, and led him to a quiet part of the heath. I started kissing him while my mate pulled down his pants, and pinned him to the ground, and using just spit for lube, raped his ass. I held him down and pushed his face into the mud to stop him screaming. When my mate finished, it was my turn. After we both finished we both pissed on him and told him we were HIV positive. We left him there, sobbing, soaked in piss, with our poz loads in his cunt. I still get a hard on thinking about it.

Part 1 - The Encounter I lay on my back my chest covered in seed from my own orgasm, breathing heavily and sweating from wanking off whilst looking at the pictures on his profile. He in his mid 40's five foot ten inches, trimmed beard and hairy chest tapering down to his eight inch uncut thick cock with the head partly poking through his foreskin glistening with precum. The leather cock ring heightened the appearance of his ample sized balls that showed signs of an ability to deliver copious amounts of seed. The other picture showed him sitting on a sofa with a white fluffy dressing gown partly open exposing his hairy chest whilst he was smoking a cuban cigar. I just don't know what drew me to his profile every time I wanted a release, was it the cigar?, the hairy chest?, the bareback sex and the thought of him penetrating me deep to breed?, was it his ability to be an olympic kisser, or just the fact he was spanish and looked like a real man. Whatever it was I just couldn't stop hitting up his profile in admiration. At 22 I was a standard gay lad, had sex every now and then but not interested in a boyfriend as I loved the trill of experiencing different men and lads around my age. Well I say "standard" but was quite a catch according to some guys I met, at five foot eight inches cropped brown hair, blue eyes, okay body and arse with a seven inch uncut cock. Always played safe and not in to any sleazy stuff (yet!). It was one of those nights where I hit up his profile "WimbledonTop" and was just starting to tease my cock from sleeping when I heard 'ping', holy crap I thought someone messaged me. I never actively engaged in guys from these sites but I was intrigued so opening up the message centre and saw it was from WimbledonTop, my heart pounded in my chest as I click on the open button... "Hi, checking out my profile again!! LOL, how many times have you done that now?". Fuck how the hell does he know as I caught my breath and smiled to myself wondering if I should reply. A couple of minutes pass by as I looked at the keyboard, I moved the cursor over to the Reply button and clicked, and we ended up in a game message ping pong. Me: "Busted, I like looking at your pictures :)" Him: "And what do you like most about them?" Me: "I don't know that's the thing, I guess they look hot." Him: "Do you like cuban cigars, I do, I don't like the cheap imitation rubbish." Me: "I had a puff on one a couple of years back it wasn't cuban and didn't really enjoy it, apart from that I don't smoke." Him: "You should try cuban you would probably like it as it has more flavour and strength." Me: "If I had the money I probably would do LOL." Him: "I could let you try one of mine but you might get addicted to them and they are expensive if you don't have the money." Me: "To right I guess, would I need to do anything in return if you let me try one." Him: "Absolutely not, I would just enjoy your company as most of my friends are my age." Me: "As long as there are no expectations of getting anything from me then yes I would be happy to come round, plus you live close." As the messaging finished I returned to his profile and busted another load to his picture. The following day at 7pm I headed to his address, as I looked up I knew instantly that he obviously could afford to smoke cubans. The gate opened and I walked up the short driveway he opened the door and smiled and shouted "Jake, welcome", I reached the door "Hi Fabian, thank you for inviting me over.". We walked through his amazing house and in to the Orangery at the back of the house overlooking the very secluded garden, in one corner I noticed what looked like a small plastic round tent in the shaded area, the opposite side was a beautiful landscaped pool. "I hope you enjoy being here, now we are going to do this gradually as I want you to enjoy what cubans really offer." he said smiling. I forgot to mention that he was dressed in his white fluffy dressing gown and looked even more striking that his pictures. "We don't want to get your clothes all smelling of cigar smoke so take them off and leave your underwear on then we can start.", this was a little more than I was expecting so he reminded me there was no expectation of anything happening. Fabian was now slipping out of his robe exposing his white underwear and very obvious bulge that was packed inside. As I did so he returned with a Cohiba robusto cigar and called me over to where he was. He demonstrated how to lightly moisten the end before cutting to prevent tearing and told me never to rub it in my finger as it breaks the filler. He lit a match and charred the end before puffing to bring the cigar up to full burn. I could see the blue hue in the smoke filling the air and caught a brief smell as it dissipated. I followed him out to the garden over to the plastic tent. He looked at me and laughed at my quizzical face and told me it is an air tight tent that is a good way of introducing you to cubans as he bent over and slipped inside patting the floor next to him I crawled in and sat beside him. "It will get a little warm in here after a while but you can open the zipper anytime you wish" he said as he pulled the zipe down sealing us inside. Fabian took a couple of puffs and released a heavy dense smoke in to the tent. My heart was racing partly due to the close proximity of his body that was driving me wild. Just then a cloud of the smoke wafted past my face as I breathed in through my nose. The smell was unlike anything you experience when people smoke cigarettes near you, it was aromatic and very intoxicating to say the least. Fabian continued to smoke the cigar watching me as the plastic tent began filling with more and dense smoke. My taste and smell senses were being encompassed by this ever presence smoke, I breathed in deeply my lungs filled causing me to cough. Every breath I took was now replaced by cuban cigar smoke as my lungs adjusted the coughing stopped. Beads of sweat were trickling down the side of my face, all the time he never took his eyes off me. I was getting light headed from the now lack of oxygen but I couldn't stop, I was truly under an intoxicating influence and was now loving it. I could only just make out parts of the garden through the dense smoke, my eyes were watering and my pulse was racing. In the distance a heard a zipping noise and a gust of fresh air rushed in to the tent, Fabian climbed out and held a hand out to me and pulled me out on to my feet. The fresh air instantly hit my lungs and I collapsed against his chest as he held me tight to stop me falling over. "Take slow shallow breaths." he told me, as I did so I began to regain control and stood up. "That was amazing." I said, he laughed and handed me the cigar and told me to take a small puff on it, doing so I tasted a completely different sensation from the smoke I was breathing in the tent. The flavour danced on my tongue and were hard to describe. "Take another small puff and inhale it deep." I coughed a little and exhaled the smoke. I took another puff and inhaled without coughing, not only was I enjoying this, but my cock was hard as nails in my underwear. I loved the feel of the cigars thickness and how much longer they took to smoke, the flavours and aromas produced were incredible. Fabian smiled over as we walked back to the Orangery where he sat the cigar down in the ashtray and told to me shower and wash the smoke away as he escorted me to a shower room by the kitchen. As I walked back in to the orangery I got dressed "I enjoyed your company, hope you would like to come over and smoke again with me." a broad smile went across my face as I replied "I can't afford to buy those sort of cigars though.", "Don't worry about that, you being here is enough payment.". As we got to the door I placed my hand on his arm an gave him a kiss on the check, he chuckled and patted my arse as I turned to leave.

He just wanted to hang out, talk. It was so laid back and casual, I didn't even realize when he steered the conversation toward sex. He said some men are just made to be tops ... they know how to take charge of another person, and their big cock is evidence of the power they hold over others. On the other hand, he said some are just born submissive ... they typically have a smaller dick that just can't provide the same pleasure to a bottom. And they don't have an ass, they have a boypussy or a pussy, which can't resist a real man's cock. He asked me how big I was, and I told him. He kinda laughed and said, "Yeah ... you know most bottoms need more, right? This is what a real cock looks like." And just like that, he whipped out his huge 8.5" x 6" hard cock. I just sat there in shock, but I couldn't take my eyes off it, and got rock hard myself. He said, "It looks like you wanna touch it. Go ahead." So I reached over the couch and took it in my hand, and started jacking him off. For some reason, I felt the urge to get on my knees in front of him, and kept going. He told me to suck it, but I told him I only meant to hang out with him, not have sex. Just then a big drop of precum appeared on his slit. "Look, you don't have to suck it, but just lick that off before it hits the floor, yeah?" The drop got bigger, and started rolling down the shaft. I quickly stuck out my tongue and licked it off. Before I knew it, another drop was rolling down, and I instinctively kept lapping it up. I couldn't stop myself at that point, I took the first few inches into my mouth. "Good boy, see? You were born for this. I knew you couldn't resist." And he was right, his cock was intoxicating. As I sucked his cock deeper, he stood up and held my head still while fucking my throat. "Ohhh yeah, good little faggot, hot little cockslut." I wanted to protest what he was saying, but having his cock in my mouth made me turned on by those words. I could feel myself falling deeper into what I later realized is a very submissive, suggestable state. Eventually we moved to his bedroom and continued. He said he wanted to fuck me, and I said no. "Let me just rim you, then." And I agreed. When my clothes came off, he held my smaller dick against his and smirked. "You belong in chastity." I shouldn't have let him near my ass because his tongue felt amazing. "Let me fuck you." Again I said no. "Just the tip." I didn't say anything for a while, but I couldn't resist for long. "Okay, just the tip. For a few seconds, then take it out." He agreed as he grabbed lube. When he slid the head in, it hurt, and he implored me to at least wait until it felt better before taking it out. I relented, and it wasn't long before it started to feel good. After a few minutes, I told him to take it out. "Just a few more minutes?" I couldn't say no. What I didn't realize at the time was that he was slowly sliding more of his cock into me. "Hang on, let me re-adjust." He pulled his cock all the way out, then slid it back in. I moaned. "Yeah, good boy, your pussy needs this cock, doesn't it?" I didn't say anything as he continued to pull out, then back in again. Eventually I turned to look at him, and told him to get a condom. "Why? I'm not fucking you. I just wanna have some fun, then we'll stop." As his cock continued moving in and out, deeper with each thrust, I just moaned. It was getting harder to think clearly. He kept up for what must have been half an hour. I was a quivering mess at that point, and he said he was going to own my pussy ... going to breed it. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed on and it was too late. I was embarrassed on my way out, trying not to make eye contact, but he just said, "You'll be back for more." He was right. I went back three more times before I was able to stop myself. And even then, it was only because he started talking about "booty bumps" and whoring me out. I was turned on, but terrified, and that was the end of that.

For those who have read my other stories here, you know that they have been real stories. This is my first attempt at a work of fiction. The only part about it which is true is the setup. THE SETUP: For some time now I have been chatting with a local guy on Grinder who is undetectable. For the most part, he has been reluctant to play, and when he is available, I am not. He recently changed his profile pic to one which was very dark, sitting by his bed in a black hoodie with his hand on his crotch. His profile said, "Its Sunday so come over and get on your knees for confession, amongst other things. Ill have you talking to God in no time." I immediately hit him up telling him that I liked the new pic and profile, and told him that I needed to confess something. He said that he couldn't today as family was visiting, even though his profile mentioned Sunday. We chatted a bit, and I asked him if he was looking for a Priest/Parishioner role play. He stated no, but he had dated a priest for a brief time, and it was pretty dark. He didn't care to discuss it any further, but my cock was rock hard, and oozing pre cum at just the thought of it. Although I knew it would make me late for work, I had to jack a load off. I already had my work shirt off, and was a good thing that I took it off, as I shot a load that hit my chin! To be continued.... If you like!

I live in a fairly new community in the suburbs of Las Vegas. The neighbor directly across the street from me is a black couple. She's a beautiful, petite woman. And he's a tall, muscular guy of about 6'5", built like a brick shithouse. Muscles for days. While his wife is very friendly and always will stop to chat when I run into her. Her husband, DeWayne, never seems to want to have much to do with me. He's friendly to wave back as we see each other across the street. But that's the extent of my involvement. I've never been sure if he was just homophobic? Or what? But the other day I was outside, taking down the Christmas lights from around my front porch. DeWayne saw me out there and walked across the street to my house, asking "How was your Christmas?" "Good, thanks. Did you and Carol enjoy yourselves?" I replied. "Yeah, it was fine, thanks. Hey, could I ask you to help me for just a second? I need to get up in the attic to change the filter on my furnace. Can I borrow your ladder when you're finished with it?" DeWayne asked. "Actually, I'm done with it, but it's a bit wobbly. Let me hold it for you," I replied. "Thanks, Dave." I folded the ladder and followed DeWayne across the street. He has the same floor plan as I do, only flipped. So I knew the attic access was in the master bedroom closet. I followed DeWayne into the bedroom, then into the large walk-in closet. I opened the ladder and moved to the side to hold it steady, as DeWayne climbed up it and up into the attic opening. DeWayne was just wearing a wifebeater teeshirt and basketball shorts. The sight of his bulging muscles and muscled thighs as he climbed the ladder in front of me got the blood stirring in my cock. I could feel my cock swell in my gym shorts as he passed my face on the ladder. He removed the filter and handed it down to me, commenting "The clean filter is on the bed, Dave. Could you hand it up to me?" I retrieved the filter from the bedroom, then came back and handed it up to DeWayne. He quickly replaced the filter, closed up the furnace and started back down the ladder. As he climbed back down the ladder, he paused o lift the attic cover back over the opening, which gave me a direct view up the leg of his basketball shorts. Damn! He was going commando! I could see his beautiful black cock and balls hanging down the pant leg directly in front of my face. My cock now sprang to full hardness in my gym shorts. In fact my hard cock was all but bulging out from my shorts. It was undeniably noticeable. DeWayne continued down the ladder. As he reached around the ladder, to fold it up, his hand brushed across my hard cock. He folded the ladder and brought his hand back, so that it again brushed against my rock hard cock. He just turned his face to me and smiled. My face was flushed with excitement and embarrassment. "Dave, can I repay you with a beer or a cocktail?" DeWayne asked. "Got some scotch?" I asked. "Got it", he said as he smiled again at me and left the closet. I took the ladder and followed him into the great room area. "I'll just put this outside", I said as I opened the front door and placed my ladder on his front porch. I came back into the room to find DeWayne sitting on the sofa, with our two drinks and the bottle of scotch on the coffee table in front of us. I crossed to him, sat on the sofa next to him and grabbed my drink. "Cheers!", he said. We chinked glasses and each took a swig of scotch. "Thanks again, Dave", he said as he adjusted his crotch. "Carol's in Los Angeles for a few weeks. Helping our daughter. We have our first Grandchild", he said with a grin. "Oh, Wow..!!! Congratulations", I said. We chinked glasses again and took another swig of scotch. DeWayne reached for the bottle and poured more into both our glasses. He put the bottle back onto the table, then adjusted his crotch again. I couldn't help, but to look down at his crotch. He had a noticeable bulge growing in his shorts. He gave me a "knowing smile" and rubbed his crotch again. I was frozen, staring at him rubbing and adjusting his cock as it swelled in his shorts. Almost without thinking, I reached over and felt his cock. Yes, it was indeed hard. I felt it throbbing under the fabric. With no words exchanged, he lifted up his ass from the sofa and pulled his basketball shorts down. Exposing a half hard beautiful bbc. Looked about 9"s cut and thick. My fingers wrapped around it as it continued to swell. I leaned over and took the head into my mouth. Then licked all around his cockhead. I licked up and down his shaft, then as he reached full hardness, I swallowed as much of his cock down my throat as I could. As I was servicing his bbc, he reached around to my ass and began to finger my crack. Oh, fuck! He wants to fuck me. As I continued to suck his cock, I was struggling to pull my own shorts off to expose my bare ass. I finally got my shorts and underwear off and he began to massage my asshole. He spit on his fingers a few times and then pushed the saliva up in my hole. I came up off his cock. "Fuck me", I said. He got up and walked into his bedroom. I got up and followed him. I climbed up on his bed and knelt on the edge of the bed. He spit a few more times onto my asshole. Then put his rock hard cock up to my hole. He began to press into me. Oh, Fuck..!!! It was hurting. But I wanted it. I wasn't going to stop him. He pushed further into me. I took deep breaths. Finally, I felt him slide all the way up into me. I asked him to hold it there for a few minutes, until my ass could adjust to his size. After a few moments, I had relaxed into it and began to press back against him. He then began to pump. He'd pull his cock nearly all the way out, then slam it back into me. Making me grunt as his bbc slammed balls deep into me. Now, he was really pounding. He was showing no mercy as he grabbed me around the waist and pounded in and out of my white pussy. He fucked me hard and deep for about 10 minutes, then he slammed deep into me and grunted as he filled my ass with his hot load. I milked his dick as best I could. Then he pulled out, walked into the bathroom. He tossed a hand towel out to me as he washed off his cock. When he walked back into the bedroom, he just said "Carol will be gone till the 30th. I'll probably need to get my rocks off again before then. Can I call you", he asked? "Sure. Anytime", I said. You can be sure that I'll be trying to get a few more loads from him before his wife comes home at the end of the month. I'll be happy to let him seed my pussy anytime he desires it.

In small towns it's hard to find kinky fun, and I do enjoy a good flogging sessions when the opportunity arises, so when I saw a post on A4A from a guy who said he was into domination, I dropped him a line letting him know of my taste for being on the receiving end of a flogger and riding crop; I also let him know that with some WS thrown in I would be a happy guy. A few days later he responded telling me to respond with my text number, that he'd be in touch. A day later a text comes in no ID. Now, usually I don't bother with such numbers but as the text was on my underground phone number I figured it was the Dom, and so it was. He instructed me to meet him in a parking lot of a strip mall. When I arrived I parked my car next to his pick-up truck, and, per his instructions, got into the back seat of his truck, the windows of which, I should mention, had been tinted very dark. As I often enjoy taking experiences to the edge, my encounter with this Dom was getting increasingly interesting, and once I was in his truck the Dom put me in my place: without even turning around he simply ordered me to strip. I complied with the result I was naked, seated in a truck which was parked in a public parking lot. Handing me a blindfold and instructing me to put it on, the Dom drove off, making a ten minute drive, at which point the truck paused, a garage door opened, the truck pulled into the garage, and the door closed. "Take off the blindfold," the Dom instructed. In doing so I saw him for the first time: he was a handsome, big daddy bear with muscles everywhere. And he was very much a Dom. Placing a dog collar around my neck, he snapped on a leash and led me to a bedroom. Once there he ordered "Assume the position and wait." On my knees I awaited his return, just waiting and waiting. My cock was so hard and just twitching in anticipation. Finally he returned to the bedroom, but now fully dressed. Helping himself to my flogger, he started on my back, most definitely knowing his way with the tool as he elicited much sting but voiding those spots should be avoided. Of course my cock was as fully hard as it could get, which, to be honest, was pretty much how it had been since he told me to strip in the truck. Initially he stuck with the flogger, varying placement on my body, but then he switched to use of the riding crop, focusing his attentions on my cock and balls. Naturally my cock head was beet red as my cock streamed precum. He seemed very pleased. "Jerk out a load," he ordered. I was slightly startled as, until this point we had exchanged virtually no actual dialogue, and foolishly I hesitated thinking "WTF is this guy's game?" My hesitance earned my cock a hard wack, so I immediately jerked myself, and within a minute or so blew my load. Then he ordered me on lay on the bed, on my back, my head hanging over the edge of the mattress. He then proceeded to face-fuck me, eventually going full-thrust, which is when he blew load. When he had caught his breath he glanced at me, ordering me to dress, and when presentable we returned to the truck when again I donned the blindfold, and we drove off for a short trip to, as it turned-out, the parking lot where my car awaited me. Before I got out of his truck the Dom, who had been remarkably taciturn, switched gears and became quite chatty, explaining he has several subs who regularly service him, but as he doesn't like to fuck guys, he offered me the opportunity to join him in his play sessions, with the express understanding I would breed the guys. Raw. Of course my reply was to say "If that would please you I'll be happy to bareback the subs. Just let me know the details." He went on explaining the next time we meet I am to arrive first, and having stripped and having placed a hood over my head, one of his subs will arrive and go through the whole routine. Now, even knowing the Dom's intent that I should breed his subs, I plan to take advantage of the situation as follows. I expect the Dom will have the sub bound, spread eagle on the bed. If the sub has a nice cock, I will have a quick sit down on that cock and go for a ride. The Dom may well be pissed off and the other sub may also be none too happy, but what the hell. I never said I was a submissive sub. I know the role to play to get the action. ? We do what we have to do to get raw cock and cum.

The Stables (Part 1) Gregory was a shy boy. At the age of 18 he was still living with his parents and they didn’t know Greg was gay. His dad tried several things to get his son into girls, once even hiring a whore to introduce his son to sex. While Greg was terrified, the prostitute, Mandy, was a nice lady, and, although she tried to stir his interest, she may very well have sensed his sexual preference that Greg was unable to perform. Or perhaps she was just glad, seeing that she had been paid and hadn't had to actually satisfy another John. Who knows? Perhaps she saw it as simply easy money. In any event when the time was up and she and Greg met Greg's father who was waiting in the 'salon' for his son, Mandy made a show of kissing Gregory on his mouth and giving his crotch a grope, thanking him for the hot ride. Greg’s dad was more than proud and for the moment was relaxed as it had crossed his mind that Greg might be a faggot. After all, while Greg had plenty of female friends, he had never had a girlfriend, and certainly (prior to Mandy), had apparently never messed around with a woman. No, he was a shy and sensitive boy and even at 18 was more into music and the arts than playing football or basketball. Although unspoken, Greg's father's greatest fear was that his son would turn into a dick-taking faggot. But after the session with Mandy, Greg's father was fairly sure everything would turn out all right: his son fucked a whore and he would soon find another hole into which to unload. Everything was running slowly but on the right course. Little did Greg's father know that Gregory had his own suspicions. Greg remembered experienced as early as the age of six when in swim class, he saw this other boy whose name was Alec. Gregory didn't, of course, have the vocabulary to put a name to it, but he always got excited when Alec accidentally brushed up against him when the two were standing in line waiting to jump from the one-meter board. Beyond and incidental physical contact nothing happened between Gregory and Alec, but a couple of years later, when Greg was around ten, he recognized the sensation when he found himself fascinated by Mickey, another ten year old in the same class. While Greg was perfectly happy to stare at Mickey, giving unconscious smiles, Mickey caught-on, and was none to keen for Greg's attentions, so Mickey purposefully and angrily shoved Gregory away, once even giving him a punch in the face. Although the punch was unexpected and quite painful, Greg nevertheless enjoyed being on the receiving end of Mickey's attention, even if there was a substantial degree of hostility. A few years later, now 14, Greg truly had a crush on Mr. Wilson, his English teacher. Mr. Wilson might have been in his late 20s, but he generally wore hot, tight jeans, and, as Mr. Wilson moved about the class room, Greg couldn’t stop but staring at Mr. Wilson's bulge. Of course Greg's obsession wouldn't end-up going anywhere: Mr. Wilson was married and had a baby daughter. He never even registered Greg's interest, but no matter: Greg utterly idolized his teacher. About this time rumors began circulating suggesting Gregory was a fag. His mates in class recognized the difference - when they associated erections with girls, Greg seemed to get an erection when Mr. Wilson passed down the corridor. Greg's schoolmates took their suspicions out on Greg, slapping him around, ostracizing him, and occasionally dumping him into the school dumpster. Naturally Greg wanted less and less to do with his schooling, and eventually dropped out early, getting a job at a gas station. The job didn't, of course, pay all that much, but Greg earned a couple to keep his car running. His parents didn’t ask him to contribute to rent or food, although his Dad urged Greg to join the Army, believing this would make him a ‘real’ man. Greg was quite innocent. He had never seen a gay porn and likewise had never heard about the dangers of unsafe sex. He thought of rubbers served solely to prevent pregnancies. He had, however, overheard some conversations about club a couple of counties away, some sort of bath house, where guys gathered for sexual encounters - with other guys. Although Greg didn't know quite what to expect, he decided to make a visit to the bath house on his next day off. The day arrived and Greg made the trip. It was a two hour drive, but Greg didn't begrudge the mileage, reasoning the distance reduced the likelihood he would encounter anyone from his home town. He wore his best clothing: a white shirt, with some expensive pair of jeans which he thought framed his ass perfectly. He even bought new sneakers just for this event - not realizing he would take all this clothing off within a few minutes of having entered the bar. Finally arriving at the town where the club was located, and having even located the club, he drove into the parking lot but couldn't find any vacancies, so he drove through the town looking for parking. The search was a bit harder than he expected, so when he eventually found a legal parking spot, he parked, climbed-out of the car, only to discover he had lost his bearings, so he approached a small group of guys standing at the corner and asked for directions to 'The Stable'. The guys glared at Greg, giving the unspoken message "Get lost, faggot." Anxiously Greg stepped back to the pavement and tried to get mixed with the crowd. He felt so stupid. He left his hometown thinking in a big town as this one, people would be differently, but the thugs reactions were more than just hostile. In fact Greg realized the thugs were following him. Naturally Greg was in panic. What if he wouldn’t find a safe place? What if he wouldn’t reach his car? What if they beat him up or kill him for being gay? What if their parents found out the reason for his death…. and while those ideas were spinning in his head ‘The Stables’ appeared before him. He couldn’t believe his luck. He hurriedly entered the premises. As he stepped through the door he glanced back and saw the guys disappearing into the crowd. Their victim had escaped. “Well, well…. aren’t we excited….. you are quite heavy breathing…. are you a mare, or a stallion?” the cashier asked. “I…. I am…. what?” Greg asked. “Oh dear…. your first time?” the employee asked. Greg simply nodded. The guy behind the counter inspected Greg, recognizing by Greg's walk, but his discrete glances, by his delicate mouth, that Greg would be on the receiving end that night. "Well, if you want to get fucked, then you are a mare…. if you fuck, then you are a stallion. It is not so difficult. We got this pink bracelet for mares…. and the blue bracelet is for studs,” the guy explained. Greg caught-on, and both he and the clerk simultaneously said the word 'Mare'. Paying the entrance fee and now wearing the pink bracelet, which was sealed along around his wrist, the clerk giggled as he explained “Without this wrist band the party will be over for you. So no switching. You are a mare!” The clerk gave Greg a key to a locker and a pink towel, as well as directions to the locker room where, the clerk instructed, Greg should strip and then move to the party in the basement. With a final “Enjoy the party,” the clerk got busy folding towels. As he walked down the staircase into the basement Greg's heart was almost jumping out of his throat. Arriving in the basement Greg found the space was quite dark, although he could see several corridors in which, he surmised, he stood a good chance of finally getting fucked. He also found a bar. "First timer?” the bartender asked. “Is it so obvious?” Greg answered shyly. “It won’t be in the darkroom…..” the bartender laughed. “Darkroom,” Greg repeated the word. The bartender watched at him, as if Greg just stepped out of a spaceship. “Yeah…. Darkroom. A dark room, where you can empty the dicks with your mouth or your ass….. are you for real?” he asked. “Sorry mate, but this is my first time ever in a big town. I have never ever seen a place like this. This is amazing. I can get filled up here,” Greg’s remarked, his eyes glittering with excitement. “Filled up….” the bartender repeated the words. This kid had no idea. Removing the bowl of condoms was on the counter the bartender recommended “You should not start with the darkroom. Were I you, I would start with the glory holes where you can concentrate on one or two cocks at a moment.” “Glory hole….” Greg said with awe in his voice. "What’s that?” The bartender looked around as if he was searching for the candid camera. He told him to sit and take a drink, he would explain it to him in a second, but before he paused to speak with Greg, the bartender stepped aside and spoke with the barback saying "We have some fresh meat, here. Go find the poz stud and let him know a negative mare is waiting for her fillings." The barback delivered the astonishing message, and promptly several blokes were checking the undamaged merchandise. Greg didn’t know which way to look, but he still wore his pink towel about his hips. The mass of blue bracelets made it clear the room was full of stallions. “Are you still willing to let dicks poz up your mare ass?" the bartender asked. “I 've never had a dick up there. Will it hurt bad…. ? Gregory replied in a whisper. “I will help you with that. Get this towel off then sit down again," the bartender advised, adding "Just slip a little bit back on your stool, so your ass is accessible.” One Greg was in position the bartender announced to the room that he would prep this new recruit for his deflowering, making it crystal clear he would lube this virgin ass for his first of many poz rides. With that he squatted behind the stool. his tongue delicately licking Greg's exquisite cleft. Greg thought he had died and gone to heaven. The bartender was lapping over his opening and pulled his ass cheeks further apart. He pressed his tongue inside this virgin’s ass and tongue-fucked him so hard. He smelt the overwhelming scent and sucked out the innocence of this first-timer. He loved the way the sweet ass tasted, and started use some lube on the twink. He turned back to the other studs and showed them his two sharpened fingernails, which would be quite helpful for the upcoming task. While lubing the guy up he started scratching the intestinal walls. The nice feeling Greg had felt gave way to the pain, while the man behind him tried to scrape and claw the intestinal walls for only one reason. Instead of telling Greg the truth, he explained it would hurt, because it is the first time he was prepared for some serious poz fucking. “Man, I can’t wait to get all your poz dicks up my ass,” Greg announced proudly. "You could use rubbers, of course," a voice called out. You could hear a pin dropping to the ground while the guy who had suggested using a rubber was immediately hustled out into another room. Fortunately Greg was oblivious to the commotion behind his back as he was struggling to endure the pain associated with the bartender's preparations. “I am your mare, but I won’t get pregnant, that’s for sure” Greg shouted out. "The boy's got it damn right," someone groaned. "Yeah, well, he's still gonna get our babies," another man added. A third suggested "Fuck the little brat. Pump him up with premium poz seed." Getting to his feet the bartender explained to Greg "I'm going to help you in the stall. You should concentrate on relaxing your hole so you enjoy getting pozzed," as he gave Greg some additional finger-action. After a couple of minutes of vigorous action he withdrew his fingers, showing his bloody digits to the othr stallions. The boy was already a mess. Then it all happened quite fast. While the barback led Greg into a stall, the stallions crowded into the adjoining stall, all intent of watching Greg take it up the ass. Greg, of course, was extremely excited, and noticed a television screen which showed a gay porn movie. For the first time Greg saw guys actually fuck each other in the ass. The barback, meanwhile, pointed to a hole in the wall of the stall through which the first hard dick was protruding. A thick and long dick which was ready to plumb the cunt into which it was ready to dump its toxic gift. “But I won’t see them this way,” Greg complained. “Believe me honey, most times you don’t want to see them in broad daylight. Besides, the anonymity is a big part of the fun. This way you concentrate on your work, which is draining dicks. It doesn’t matter how cool the guy in the other stall is, you just have to squeeze his dick with your cunt and accept his load. Then the next will deposit his load and so one and so on. This is your job!” the barback explained, adding “If you need more lube tell me. It doesn’t help anyone if you tolerate the pain for only one or two dicks. Your job is to empty the balls of every guy who wants to fuck you, no matter the pain. As a mare you are advised to accept and receive. And it's my job to lube you up whenever you need it. The guys have to wait then until you are ready to get your next poz load. That is all that matters." Gregory nodded, and presented his ass-cunt towards the dick protruding through the hole. The barback helpfully assisted the fuck stick to find its way home into the mare, as slowly, very slowly, Greg received one inch after another, even if he moaned in genuine discomfort. “Oh man…. this fucker is tight…. I can’t….. oh fucking god….. sweet jesus…. I think he pinches my dick off…..” the stallion panted loudly. “Baby….. push a little back. Try to relax and let this guy enter you completely,” the barback recommended, applying a bit more lube on the invading dick. Only half of the nine inches had entered the young one's body, but the barback could readily see the bloody streaks. He had done a great job and was proud of himself. While thinking of that, he decided he would help Gregory a bit more and so he squat in front of the twink and pushed against his hips and finally more inches entered the abused hole. Greg couldn’t help but to express his pain and groaned loudly. On the other side of the wall several guys cheering and even the bartender praised the good job Greg had demonstrated. Greg, of course, believed every word he was told.

mm bet those huge nips get treated as a pig needs too

That's a great night at Slammer, bud. I've been bred 4 or 5 times a night there and that's hog heaven. I love getting it over one of the fuck tables, so there's another cock to slide right in and take over at the first one breeds me. Or in a stall, but like the door open/ajar to attract other tops to the honey bod. Not a young gym bod here guys, just a pig who goes into heat and hole gets sooo hungry for cocks. If you want to hook up there (or anywhere) hit me up. Oink!

Every three months

I have had a heart attack because of overuse of poppers! Be very careful.

I was at Crew Club last Saturday night and Sunday after noon. On Sunday I opened the door and put on a blindfold positioning my ass so guys could walk in and fuck me anon. First guy in I told him to leave the door open. He fucked me good and I could tell a crowd had gathered. He bred me and pulled out. Within seconds a second dick went in and fucked me until he bred me. Then a third went in and not sure if he bred me or not. But at least 2 loads and 8 total dicks. That Friday night I went to a BBRT party where there about 30 guys. Watched for a short while then positioned myself on hands and knees at the edge of the bed. Got 4 loads and 7 dicks over the next 2 bours.

Methemoglobinemia is a well-known adverse effect of nitrites/nitrates and may be the cause of the cyanotic fingers you’re experiencing. It can be dangerous at high levels of methemoglobin, as the methemoglobin (an altered form of hemoglobin formed by the nitrates) is much less efficient at delivering oxygen to peripheral tissues. This is an effect that is mechanistically unrelated to hypotension and the vasodilatory effects of the nitrates, and the onset occurs after the vasodilatory effects. On the extreme end of things, patients with methemoglobinemia can become hypoxic and can develop CNS depression and/or a metabolic/lactic acidosis. This generally occurs with very heavy popper usage. The cyanotic symptoms described sound consistent with mild methemoglobinemia, but it’s hard to tell without a work up. Hope this helps!

It's rare these days.. but occasionally I get to let it all go and go looking to get used. Posted up on a local board. Typical flakes.. lol finally lined up 2 young bbc. Same here. Nothing more hot than being naked on all 4s ass up, hearing the door open. Hearing them clone in the room. Feeling their hot hard cock probe until it finds my pussy then the brutal assault leading up to a gusher up inside of me.. First guy shows.. he had problems with the directions. He said he almost bailed. Good looking young man. Skinny and smooth. Wheres the bed he asks. I go to the bedroom and he follows.. I'm naked and he soon undresses, and lays on the bed. It sa a great cock 8-9 inches and thick. He never really says much i just assume what he wants.. I slide in and begin to suck him. It's getting bigger and harder.. I slide up and slide my hole up and down his pole. He's got a condom in his hand. I keep waiting for him to put it on. In the end I reposition and slide down his rod using his cum as lube. I let out a moan as I ease all of him in me.. I lift and then drop down making sure I get all of him. I do this maybe 6 more times.. Then he without a word pushes me off. And positions menon all 4s on the bed and then climbs on behind me and rams his cock home.. he got me by the shoulders using them as levarage. And he pounds my ass for what seems like forever but really it maybe 5 min.. He grunts..and pulls me on his cock and cums feel in me.. and just like that he pulls his clothes on and leaves.. I had forgot about the other dude..he texts and asks if I'm gonna let him in. Doors unlocked i text back.. door immediately opens and on walks dude #2. Floor he says. Ok..lol on the floor on all 4s again.. he wastes no time and mounts me before I know it.. this dudes cock is not long but probably the fattest I have ever had.. he opens me up like a can of soup and just pounds my poor pussy. He slams deep and cums.. He says thanks slut that he need that and leaves. That was the end of my evening

My last load was Tuesday. It was a fwb nice dick, great body. Filled me up 2 times that night.

His name was Pimp from Cocodorm back when it was hot early 2000's met him of the partyline didn't know it was him, when he came over I was wathcing one of his porn's too lol. He asked if I wanted to him to fuck me like he was the dude in the clip, I can still remember how sweaty his balls were. He died 3 year ago from the the gift, I found out he was Poz after our fuck fest thought for sure he gave it to me but it didn't take!

The Confession Here is where the fiction comes in. I begged the Priest to let me visit as I had a confession that I needed to get off of my chest. He agreed to let me know as soon as his family left, and he was able to set up the “church.” In my mind, it was just another time that he would flake out on me, but I remained on Grindr awaiting a message from him. To my surprise, I received a message from him later in the day, saying that, “the Temple has been set up, and I should come over for a service.” He gave me his address, and instructed me to wear appropriate church clothes, which included gym shorts, a tee shirt and jock strap only. I was already cleaned out, and told the Father that I needed his address. Once he gave it to me, I informed him that I would be over in 15 minutes. He just said “Good Alter Boy, and that when I arrived, I should just knock on door 3 time, no more, no less.” I arrived at his place as scheduled, and knocked three times. The door opened just a bit, and I couldn’t see much. The room was very dark, and I could see some sort of table, which was covered with a black shroud, and two red candles lit on each side, holding it down. Besides the table was a modified kneeling bench. His hand reached through the door, handing me a leather mask, with no eye holes, and told me that this was a part of proper church attire, and I needed to put it on before entry. I quickly did as instructed, and he grabbed my hand and led me into his temple. I was a bit nervous, but I just knew I would receive the Fathers blessing. Once inside, he instructed me to strip to just my jock, which I quickly did. As I was hooded, I couldn’t really tell what was going on. He began by tweaking my nipples quite hard, and then instructed me to turn around, to which I complied. Once I turned around, he grabbed my ass cheeks and started feeling them. He then instructed me to bend over, and I quickly obliged. As a did, I felt his finger enter my ass. As he worked it, I was moaning in pleasure, and it wasn’t long before a second finger was inserted. After about five minutes, he removed his fingers, and something strange took their place. I had no idea what it was, but it felt amazing. After he removed the object he instructed me to stand up and turn around again. This time he grabbed my hard, yet pathetic cock through my jock. He asked if I was there to confess about my pathetic cock, to which I replied no, but I knew it was pathetic, and that is why I am a total bottom. He said good choice my son. He grabbed my hand telling me we would discuss further in the confessional. TO BE CONTINUED!

I give thanks to Thanksgiving meal shopping for giving me a first. Was able to get out of the house away from wife to 'stock up' on items needed for making Thursdays meal. Had A4A and BBRT up on my phone as I totally for real walked around a grocery store alone (ie, sat in parking lot hitting up every top around). One finally bit that would host but he wanted anon. I have never really thought about doing that, mostly for physical safety etc, but of course being super horny simply replied, "What's your address?". He gave me instructions on how to get into his place and into his bedroom sight unseen, (he has a roommate apparently). 15 minute drive and I was sneaking in his back door, creeping through a living room and straight to a bedroom. I undressed and climbed on the bed and waited. So there I was first time giving my cheating married ass to an absolute sight unseen stranger. Felt amazing having a total stranger suddenly touch and caress you. I was in heat and so badly wanted that cum and he wasted no time mounting me. We maintained a hush whispered tone as I begged him to breed my married ass and he kept saying how great my ass was and kept asking if I was ready for his load. OF COURSE I WAS. Suddenly he was pumping me full and I just kept using my hole to milk all his cum out. He went back to his bathroom, where he had been hiding before. I got up, got dresed, drove home, complained to wife grocery store was picked clean. Thankfully she bought it.

While I've taken quite a few raw cocks, each occasion had occurred after I contacted a guy through Grindr (or, before it went down, Craigslist), and after we had a sense of each other. My fantasy, however, was that I would cross paths with a guy, bend over, and take multiple random loads in my ass. For some two years I have been chatting on and off on Kik with a top transwoman I met through Craigslist. Our schedules never matched up but she wanted to slut me out so I kept in contact with her. After a few missed opportunities our schedules finally aligned: we would meet on Halloween at All Things Adult in Austin. I was running a little late and, as I approached the ABS I asked her which booth. She promptly replied, and I sought-out the booth she specified. (As an aside, I should mention All Things Adult has really nice video booths.) There is a privacy wall when you first enter and around the corner are two padded benches that are spaced close enough to be bent over on all fours comfortably straddling the gap.) The door was unlatched and I entered the booth finding the transwoman, a cute short latina with a decent package, leaning against the wall. Upon entering the booth I turned to close the door only to discover there was another in the booth. A guy I didn't anticipate being present. Still, that was the reason I had agreed to meet, so I reached over, and began feeling-up the transwoman's body, exploring her body as I pulled-out her cock. The other guy just watched. Dropping a few tokens in the machine and she led me to the front bench. I dropped my trousers and underwear, bent over, and angled my ass towards the entrance, initially sucking the transwoman, and, when within seconds the second guy offered his cock, I alternated between the two of them. After a little bit he moved behind me, lubed my hole and went balls-deep in my ass, cumming after only a few thrusts. (Damn, I needed that feeling so badly.) Withdrawing, he zipped-up and left. My transwoman also wanted a piece of my ass, but pulled-on a condom, explaining a rubber would delay her orgasm. She fucked me for a bit, and it felt really good. Meanwhile the door opened a few times and finally we had a taker. A man entered the booth, watched us for a bit, before pulling out his cock and offering it to me to suck. As I sucked and deep-throated him, the transwoman withdrew from my ass, and stepped around, crouching down to suck the guy's balls. In no time the man blew his delicious load in my mouth. After he left I resumed sucking the transwoman. Scarcely had I swallowed her cock full depth when another guy entered the booth and began fingering my ass. In all honesty I was not a big fan of his attentions as, although I let him know I didn't like it, he kept fingering me quite roughly. At one point he slid his cock into my ass, and, no sooner was he balls-deep than he also slid his index finger into my ass. I was not happy. Still I let him fuck me a bit, but my ass was very uncomfortable, so I made my excuses and stepped-out into the restroom to check the condition of my hole. Fortunately while it was sore and cum-filled, it wasn't bleeding. Returning to the booth, I told the guy I needed to take a short break. I was thankful he took the hint and left. I resumed sucking the transwoman, and after a few minutes let her know I really wanted her load in my ass. She gave a knowing smile, stepped behind me and slid in, raw, full depth, fucking for several minutes, initially with a steady rhythm, but more raggedly at one point, at which time she came, her load lodged in my ass. When she withdrew I heard the plop of a big dollop of cum hitting the floor. Clearly there was an exceptional amount of cum in my ass. I licked her cock clean, enjoying the taste of the cum, and afterwards we sat and chatted a bit before I decided to head out. Once at my car I decided to check Grindr but none of the postings caught my attention. Still, with a pocketful of tockens, I decided to return to All Things Adult, and play until I exhausted my stash of tokens. Re-entering the ABS, I reclaimed the booth in which the transwoman and I had been playhing, and logging onto Grindr changed my location to All Things Adult, specifically providing my booth number. I also placed a 'quick connect' on BBRTs. Then I deposited all of the tokens into the video machine, adding a $20.00 bill. I planned on being there for a while. This time fully nude, I bent over on all fours in the booth, exposed to whoever entered. Within a few moments a guy entered and felt-up my hole. Apparently liking what he found, he unzipped, slid in, and fucked me. He felt good and fucked for several minutes. He didn't, however, cum, but instead withdrew , thanked me, and left. In the ensuing hiatus I went onto Grindr and hit-up another transwoman fuck buddy, telling her what I was doing. She responded saying she was on her way. Almost simultaneously another guy hit me up, saying he was nearby. As I waited for one or both of the two to arrive a few guys entered the booth and checked me out, but all left. The guy from Grindr arrived, and I alternated between sucking and being fucked by his dock. He came after several minutes, blowing a big load in my ass. After a thank you, he split, only for my trans fuckbuddy to arrive. We greeted each other, and she promptly had me on my knees as I deep-throating her cock. Progressing to my ass, she explored my hole, and realizing the volume of cum that was sloshing around in my hole she asked how many load I had taken. I gave her my best estimate. She asked for a condom and I obliged as she is a rough and dominant power top. She wasted no time plowing into my ass, fucking me like her personal rag doll. The pain was substantial, but I also loved the intensity and level of confident domination she exuded. Several minutes into our session she ordered me to my knees, stripped-off the condom, and forced me to deep-throad her cock, holding my head still so she could control the depth. I felt like I was going to throw up but she maintained control until finally she withdrew and blew her load on my lips and in my mouth. After she dressed herself, we hugged and she left. Whereupon I resumed my earlier position. As before, several times the door would open, and several times a man would step-up to feel-up my hole, some giving me an approving slap, but no one actually wanted to fuck, so when my time was finally exhausted I dressed and went out to my car. My hole, however, while sore, was also still horny for cock. Going back onto Grindr I found a message from a guy who said he had seen my profile earlier but as he was committed to attending a sex party, he suggested I should meet him there. I replied, and he promptly gave me the details, which included the sex party was receptive to bareback sex, but there was a prohibition to "partying." That was all I needed to hear. The party was being held in downtown Austin, which was a very short drive. Arriving at the house I entered using the specified side door, which was where we were expected to undress. Stepping into the play space I found a bedroom in which a group of college-age men are standing about, wacking themselves. In the corner a guy was gagging on some cock, so I stepped into the center of the room, surveyed my options, and, spotting a Latino with a nice long, curved cock and a sweet swimmer's build, I knelt in front and deep-throated him, gagging a bit given his length. I worked his tool for some time, but as there no suggestion he wanted to fuck, I got to my feet to move on, only to feel some guy giving my ass a little squeeze, remarking I had a big ass. "It's open to any one who wants to play," I replied. Instructing he to lay on the bed, he moved behind me, ready to plunge into my hole. I let him know my hole had been power-fucked, and that I couldn't handle rough action. Although he attempted to accommodate my limitations, my hole was very unhappy, and kept pushing him out. Oh, and it really, really hurt when he was in my ass, so after a little bit I excused myself and checked-out myself in the bathroom. Fortunately there was no evidence of anything other than lube and cum, so I re-entered the bedroom and promptly another guy wanted to fuck, so I lay back on the bed. He fucked for several minutes, but again my pain threshold was crossed, so I apologizedm explaining I couldn't take any more cock. Thankfully he understood and wasn't annoyed. After I clean-up my ass, I dressed, and called it a night. I was a little bummed my ass was too swollen and sore to take the last two guys, but overall it was a good night, particularly given it was the first time I had been a true cumdump.

Interesting. I never cared for the bottoms pleasure. It is all about ME. Don’t care if the fag moans or not, matter of fact I prefer them to be quiet, be just the hole I am using to masturbate. If the bottom understands my changes in pace, and MY moans and translates them into “more please” accurately or if he can follow my orders to the tee, I am satisfied.

#MackyJay....WELL DONE for continuing this story we all loved from the beginning and which was unfinished and let us all hanging .... you truly adopted the style of the original author and WELL DONE the way you continued and YOU SHOULD CONTINUE ...as YOU at least keep the flow ....and keep everybody happy! BRAVO!!! #bbbugkrme .....REALLY ??!?!!! I can understand that you must have been surprised that your original UNFINISHED WORK had been added and continued by an other and inspiring author.... BUT how could/can you possibly complain? a: YOU LEFT YOUR FAN CLUB HANGING !!! b: WE WERE ALL INFORMED: Moderator's Note: If you had not noticed, the name of the poster of the story has changed from "bbbugfkr" to "Guest bbbugfkr." That signifies the user has left the forum, and their account has been deleted. All that remains are his posts, so he won't be adding to the story. #bbbugkrme, you SHOULD BE GRATEFUL that such a great & talented guy like #MackyJay took the time to adopt to your style and continued the story in the way you intended it ... It was #MackyJay who saved the story and saved all of us from the frustration of another great beginning which is left unfinished - which so many authors here seem to do .... and those stories really should be erased - or put in a new subfolder called UNFINISHED or GREAT START BUT NO ENDING NOTHING MORE FRUSTRATING THAN SITTING HERE WITH YOUR COCK IN YOUR HAND ... and the author couldn't be bothered to bring a climax to the story and therefore to his audience and fan-club .... I was about to vote down this story for exactly that reason and feeling of frustration when I saw that #MackyJay had continued it .... and I am glad he did.... So #bbbugkrme BE GRATEFUL & GRACIOUS and learn not to disappoint your fans.... AND LET #MackyJay CONTINUE AND FINSIH THIS STORY ... he is good at it ... Why not start a new story but without disappointing your audience - we all had shown you our support and how much we loved your style !

Anon Breeding taking a different path. love it.

Cody - Blackhat manager of computer repair shop - watching the action between Rick and Josh unfold on camera Rick - The actual owner of the shop...for tax purposes mostly. Josh - Hottest employee. I [Cody] continue to slowly work my dick in and out, not quite ready to go back to work, I pull out my phone, and start casting Josh’s session to the screen. --- Fuck, Josh was hot. Josh is 27 and the hottest employee on my staff (which was saying a lot). He’s a jacked 6’2”, has baby blue eyes, blond surfer hair and oozes pheromones. He had gotten my attention because he’d built an adjustable weight set using electromagnets. When he was demoing his invention on his YouTube channel, he was barefoot, wearing just a loose fitting set of gym shorts. He had a biohazard tattoo that was partially concealed by his waistband. You could tell, even without hi-def, that this guy was hung. He was in his garage in front of a workbench. There was a haze of white smoke floating in the air. I could just barely make out what looked to be a Fort Troff sticker stuck to the wall where his tools hung. On the floor was a flat square of metal. He placed a medium-sized steel bar in the middle of the square, stepped back and flicked a switch. The bar began to rise into the air. His first words? “It’s not fucking magic, it’s not fucking fake, it’s just fucking science shitheads.” He stepped into the square, grabbed the bar and proceeded to get his pump on. After a set, he tweaked the side of the bar, “Turn up the resistance. Or turn it down like a pussy, whatever,” and proceeded to grunt with effort. He tweaked another dial and changed positions so that he was doing arm curls. He began dripping with sweat as his muscles started to bulge out. It looked ridiculous, but as he continued, it was apparent that he was getting in a grueling workout. He pulled the bar out of the square, dragged it across his sweaty crotch then held it in front of his massive bulge, “Want this? Buy it in the link in the description.” The video cut out. A fucking hot, intelligent man of few words. I contacted him and after trying out his invention in person (it could have been a decent scam), he was working for me and pounding p0wned bitches blackmailed holes by the following week. He was the one that took on Rick’s exercise and “betterment” programs. I pulled up Josh’s session and had to pause the screen for a moment to admire his ass. He’d been working for me for 2 years now and I never got tired of looking at it. It was cut and muscled and his tiny pink hole could be clearly seen from this angle. He took out his phone and upped Rick’s T-level, flooding the whore with crystal through the IV. He unbuttoned Rick’s gag after Rick stopped coughing, there was a stream of almost incoherent profanity streaming from Rick’s mouth. “Feed me that hot fucking cock, I fucking need it. Shit. I need it now. Give it to me. God damn it, please, please let me have it?” Rick was literally crying from need. Maybe we’d left him without dick for too long… Nice. I wonder if you can make a person go insane just from the need to be filled. More research is clearly indicated. Josh rubbed his massive 11” cock against Rick’s hole and stuck just his bulbous head into the hole and stopped. He reached over to a side table and grabbed a prepared point. He wrapped a black band around his bicep and tightened it with his teeth. He jabbed in, a flash of red, then as he held his arm above his head, I saw the darkness envelop him. “Fuck!” he cried as he shot a massive charged load into Rick’s hole. Josh started moving just the first two inches of his cock slowly in and out of the whore’s hole. Rick was babbling, “Please, give me more, I need it all, please shove the whole thing deep into my slave hole. Please. Now. Do it now. Just a little more. Please, god, please…” Josh smiled. He was obviously getting off less on the sensations on his cock and more on making Rick crazy. He wheeled back his hand, raised it into the air, then paused for a moment as he looked at the camera, winked, flipped me off, then smacked Rick’s ass as hard as he could. The room echoed with a thunderous *SMACK* as Rick howled in pain. The inertia from Josh’s slap transferred through to the sling and Rick was swung to the very edge of the swing’s limit’s. I watched as, seemingly in slow motion, Rick started to swing back from the apex of the arc and achingly fell onto Josh’s cock, taking the entire length in one stroke. He let out a cry of pain, whimpered, and then moaned deep. “Yeah bitch, you like that?” Josh asked. “Ohhhhh yessssss,“ he moaned out. He started working his dick back and forth “Tell me you want it.” “Pease sir! Please! Your cock...it fucking completes me. Don’t stop, sir. Please don’t fucking stop raw dawging my hole with your massive poz dick.” “Fuck yeah bitch,” Josh gave 3 more big pumps then yanked out his dick. “Unfortunately for you, I gotta debug some of my new software first.” Josh walked out of the room, his rod hard and swinging back and forth. When he came back in a few minutes later, he was holding his laptop and one of our modded (aka secured) Alexa devices, and set them down on the table. I leaned forward now - I was intrigued. He hadn’t told me anything about this project. He loaded up some code on his laptop and started reading something. He nodded to himself and pressed enter. The echo dot reset and came back online. “CompuTIM will use me how they see fit” Alexa said in a slightly more sadistic voice than I had heard before as she booted up. Josh was staring intently at his debugger as he said “Alexa, raise the slave’s T level by .05.” “Done, but that’s not nearly enough - pussy,” Alexa droned. He smiled. Nice! I thought to myself. He’s coded a port for SlaveApp...with some interesting custom responses. I was excited to see what else he had added. “Alexa, activate RAMR.” The robotic dildo rose out of the ground and lined itself up with Rick’s hole. It swayed back and forth, tracking the cummy asshole, following Rick’s slow swaying, looking less like a robot and more like a cobra about to strike. “Standing by to fuck up this whore,” Alexa droned. “Alexa...tease Rick.” RAMR came alive and the robotic dildo shrunk to a thin 4 inches. The arm slowly slid in and out, driving the undersized shaft to the base. It obviously wasn’t enough for Rick - he was thrashing back and forth. The shaft continued sliding in and out, expanding the width and depth, then as Rick grew accustomed to the depth, it would start shrinking again and Rick would start whimpering with need again. Josh was barely paying attention to Rick, paying attention instead to his IDE and running code while his cock stayed rock solid. He typed a few commands into his terminal and pressed enter. “Alexa, time for a big booty bump. Make it hurt.” Alexa called out, “Initializing booty bump. This will burn bitch.” RAMR grew to 12” in length and slid in deep. It began dispensing crystal shards and slowly pulled out, leaving meth lining the entire intestinal track. It stopped for a moment at the outer edge of Rick’s hole and then started fucking so fast the dildo blurred. The crystals worked into the intestinal lining as Rick’s hole began to leak frothy pink cum. The tina started dissolving and Rick began sweating and whining. At first, he jerked his body, trying to work away from the assault on his hole. The burning was becoming unbearable. Then RAMR made a micro-adjustment and started pummeling his prostate and everything shifted. Rather than trying to jerk away from the robotic demolition, he was now jerking to try and get more of that shaft back in him. “Alexa, PLEASE FUCK ME DEEP!” Rick burst out. “Your voice is not authorized, this incident will be reported,” Alexa said. She didn’t stop her torture. Josh’s phone dinged. He smiled as he saw the notification, satisfied to see his code working. He tapped on his 2FA notification on his phone. “Alexa, deactivate slave safety - authorization J276-Master. Unlock for slave usage for 1 minute.” “One-time use code accepted.” “Alright Rick - ask and ye shall receive. What do you want?” Rick cried out - “please, lots of cocks - all the fucking cocks.” Josh chuckled. “Activating gangbang mode,” Alexa droned. “Oh, you’re gonna love this,” Josh began. “I coded it up the other night while I was stoned off my ass. Every time RAMR pulls out, it will reshape itself and feel like a completely different cock on the next entry... Some will be big.” Rick groaned as the robot worked in and out. “Some will be small.” Rick whimpered as RAMR continued to do its job. “But your hole will be so confused that it won’t know which way is up.” Josh let RAMR continue to work for just another minute or so, then said, “Pause.” RAMR immediately came to a halt. The head of what looked like a decent sized 9” cock was at the edge of Rick’s sloppy cunt. Rick started to cry. Josh grabbed his leaking dick and started to jack off. “Alright Alexa, let’s check on the medical interface. Dispense G and K mixture, large dose...add some poz blood while you’re at it.” “Working…” Josh (and I) both watched the red-tinged chems flow down the clear IV tubes that were securely fastened to the side of the sling. They hit Rick hard. Rick was incoherent - slurring his words, babbling something over and over, what sounded like “fuck me”, but with the amount of drugs he was on at this point, it could just as easily have been “duck tree”. “Alexa, tag me in.” The momentarily inanimate RAMR suddenly detracted from Rick’s sloppy hole and folded itself into the floor. Josh stepped up and rammed his cock into Rick’s hole. Rick moaned a deep guttural sound. You could tell from his face how much he needed this. He needed Josh's fucking cock. “You know, you’re technically still my boss’s boss on paper, whore. What do you think? Does my behavior exceed expectations?” Josh jammed in all the way to the root of his 11” cock as hard as he could, his balls smacking against Rick’s ass. “Does my cock merit a fucking raise?” He pulled all the way out and shoved in again to the root. “Do I get a 5 on my performance review for my viral loads that I dump mercifully into your needy hole?” Josh pulled back and then started railing Rick’s hole. Rick moaned from satisfaction, finally getting what he needed. Josh started speeding up, worked up from the thrill of his slave interface code performing perfectly. He jammed his cock into Rick’s hole faster and faster, Rick’s hole gaping as he pulled back and slammed in, railing Rick. The chains clinked, the sling rocked and Rick sloppily cried out, his tiny chemed-up cock spurting cum without him touching it. Josh felt the contractions of Rick’s ass muscles and was not far behind, shooting another massive load deep into Rick’s hole. As he continued to work his cock slowly in and out, basking in his orgasm, Josh spoke. “I have one more surprise for you, cunt. I have a buddy that works at Steamworks and about a 2 months ago, he put out a special bucket just for you. All the used condoms found or tossed were emptied into it. No load refused.” Josh slid his cock out of Rick’s worn hole and Rick moaned. He was clearly turned on by the idea but needed something back in his hole. Josh walked out of the room and came back carrying a full half-gallon bucket labeled “CUM” in sharpie all caps. Josh opened up a panel in the floor. “Now all I have to do is take the water reservoir connection for cleaning your hole,” he yanked a clear tube out of the floor and plopped it in the bucket, “and then we just say ‘Alexa, douche the slave`.” RAMR came back out of the ground, shoved in deep and then as the sound of the pump started, the cum started emptying out of the bucket. “You get a cum enema pumped into your hole.” Josh walked over and put Rick’s gag back on. “What do we say, slave?” Rick muffled out what sounded like “Thank you sir” through the gag. The cum continued to empty out of the bucket as Rick moaned, starting to cramp, getting too full of the white sticky liquid. The flow didn’t stop. Josh rubbed Rick’s stomach as it started to bloat out slightly from the sheer volume of it, then when the slurping sounds of an empty bucket started, “Alexa, cancel enema.” He walked over, reconnected the hose, and placed the floor panel back in place. “Activate ‘maximum effort’ routine.” Alexa dinged in acknowledgment as RAMR pulled back as far as the robotic arm would allow, then slammed in ruthlessly. It pulled out and did it again, hard. The motion sped up, the robot swinging him as far as he could go. Delivering the most brutal fuck I’ve ever seen RAMR do. “Alright, have fun bud. Alexa, lights off.” Josh walked out of the shot and as the camera switched to infrared, I shot my own load deep inside Rick’s cummy hole.

If you’ve never been to the House of Commons in Westminster, especially in the evening, you’d never imagine it’s such a cocktail of booze and cock. Pretty, young researchers – boys and girls just out of university – abound, and you can nearly always find someone up for some fun if you look hard enough. I used to work in the House, for a Tory MP but now I’m a lobbyist, which means I have to go to tedious receptions on behalf of clients. While normally the Parliamentary Group on waste treatment wouldn’t get much interest, I was keen to go when I spotted the name of the MP hosting: Dan Jones, Labour MP for Doncaster East. I’d not met him, but I’d spotted him on the TV a few times and thought he was gorgeous – mid thirties, really short blond hair, piercing blue eyes and what looked like a nice body too. As I got to the event he didn’t disappoint – in fact he was hotter in person than on TV. He was amazingly handsome, with eyes that seemed to shoot across the room towards me. His shirt was tight across his firm, muscular chest and I could see the outline of a gold chain under his tie, while his bespoke suit was well cut to emphasise his sexy body. After the inevitably dull speeches, I made a beeline for him, and introduced myself. “Hello Mr Jones, I’m Tom, here with Cleenup Industrial – I don’t know if you’ve heard of them? They specialise in…” He interrupted me and his response meant I knew he didn’t give a shit about waste treatment. Up close he was really sexy. I could feel the confidence oozing from him as he shook my hand and looked me up and down. His Yorkshire accent was very sexy in a rough-and-muscular way, which was just as well given what happened next. “Hi Tom, glad to meet you. I’ve got to go to another do in a minute or two but if want to walk with me you can tell me all about it.” So we grabbed another glass of wine each and walked to the exit of the room. He put his hand firmly to my lower back and guided me out before turning to me in the corridor and giving me two choices, with a directness that only truly great flirts can get away with. “You can tell me about your client now and I’ll listen politely, or you can come back to my office and discuss it over a drink. What do you fancy?” Of course he knew what I fancied. And I was hoping I could give him what he wanted. We walked up a couple of flights of Parliament’s very grand stone staircases until we reached one of the upper corridors, leather-bound copies of Parliamentary debates going back decades and not a soul about. We got to his office and went in. It was an office much like any other in the Palace – small, cramped, nice furniture but nowhere near enough room. He poured a whiskey, then turned to look directly at me, stood nervously by the door. “I don’t actually care about your client, but I’m interested in you. Tell me, are all Tory lobbyists sluts or do I just keep meeting those that are?” As he bluntly asked me if I was a slut (answer: yes!) he was casually taking off his jacket and tie, then his cufflinks and loosened his shirt. I was right about his body – it looked powerful and like he really worked on it. “I’m not sure I understand” I started, even though I certainly hoped I would be getting fucked shortly. “Do you think I’m a slut? You don’t even know if I’m gay.” “The hard-on as I’m taking my jacket off, the way you looked at my body the whole time, the way you came up to me like a bottom boy on a mission told me you wanted to get fucked. Am I wrong?” “No!” By now he was standing close to me and my hard-on was struggling to escape my trousers. I put my hand on his shirt and started to undo the buttons. His muscles were really hard and I couldn’t keep my hands off. He had a lovely erect nipple so I gave it a little lick, which he enjoyed. He took off his shirt, tossed it to the floor then walked over to his desk, sat down, and whipped out his semi-hard cock. “Suck it” he instructed, and I eagerly walked over, took off my jacket and tie and got down on my knees. It was a good size and I hoped a blowjob wasn’t going to be all I did for him tonight. I started by licking the fat tip, then running my tongue up and down the shaft, before going back to the tip again. My right hand went up to his nipple on his beautifully sculpted chest, while with my left I clumsily undid the buttons on my shirt. “That’s nice,” he said as I went to deepthroat him as best I could. I was getting really into it, and his cock was getting hard as it prodded the back of my mouth. I was playing with his balls which he seemed to like too. “Get up,” he commanded after a few minutes of oral, as he pulled me up, took off my shirt and stood back to look. His hard-on was glorious now – wet, hard and big. I couldn’t wait to get it back in my mouth – or up my ass. “You’ve still not answered my question. Why are all the Tory boys such sluts? I’ve fucked a few of them” – my dick was getting even harder at this as I imagined him pounding my ass – “and they never ask for a condom.” At this I realised what I was in for – he wanted to fuck me bare. In truth I’d fucked around bare a couple of times, but never so brazenly – or with so hot a man. My hard-on was getting uncomfortable now in my trousers, so by way of response I loosened my belt, undid the button and sipped them off to my ankles. My underwear could barely contain my cock and the damp pre-cum was giving him all the answer he needed. “Is that your answer? You’re a slut and you want me to fuck you? Is that right?” He was almost interrogating me, as I fought the urge to give in, lean down on the desk and beg him for his cock. All I could do was nod, as he turned me around, pushed me down onto the desk and told me “get ready, Tory boy. You’re getting fucked.” He pulled down my underwear and felt my asscheeks before going for my hole with his fingers. He pulled open his drawer and got out some lube – almost as if he did this regularly, you might imagine – and played with my hole. I could feel his fingers in me, and running around the edge, playing with me and making me looser every second. I wanted him inside me, I wanted his bare cock inside me now! “You ready , slut?” Was all he said. With an equally direct “yes, fuck me, fuck me bare” I gave him what he wanted – and what he had been guaranteed since we shook hands just twenty minutes before. With my face down on the desk all I could feel were his powerful hands gripping my slender hips as his cock rubbed at my hole. I ran my hand back just to give him a final stroke and feel how sloppy and bare his cock was as it entered me. “Oh yes, put it in me” I demanded as he paused. “I want your cock in me.” He needed no further encouragement as he slowly slid it in, forwards an inch, back half, forwards another, until I could feel him, hot, hard and insistent, inside me. “I want to feel your balls slapping mine – go deep” I urged him, and he responded with an almighty thrust into me. I nearly squeaked in pleasure as I felt his balls swing into mine. I was in heaven – a sexy, muscular older man balls-deep and bare in my hole – as he started to thrust in and out, slamming my hips against the desk. I was really enjoying being fucked when he grabbed my shoulders and started to bang me so hard the desk started moving. It felt like he was pulling out the whole way before slamming the whole way back in each thrust. I grabbed onto the far side of the desk as he hammered my hole – I was loving it but not sure how long I could go. He then wrapped his arms around my shoulders and crushed me under his muscly body against the desk, jackhammering my ass as I could feel the sweat pouring off his body and his gold chain swinging round and slapping into the back of my neck. “Fucking hell!” he shouted in my ear as he came – his body stiffened, I was almost suffocated under his much bigger body as he held me tightly. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass and a warm glow filling me as his cum shot out of him. As he pulled out I felt like I’d never felt before, my legs so weak I was still hanging onto the desk and catching my breath. As I recovered I turned round to see him standing, sweat glistening on his muscles and cock still erect. “Thanks Tom,” he said. “If you’d like to call my office to arrange a meeting to discuss your client’s business, I’d be delighted. Some evening next week would be good. My business cards are on the desk.”

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Part 6 Somewhere in time, my legs finally came down and I was out like a light, again. Sometime later I woke up with my legs in the air again and on someone's shoulders and another cock deep in my hole. What the hell? I was starting to come down from the drunk and was now more aware, but what the hell was going on. This guy was plowing the hell out of my ass and my cock was hard as a steel bar from it. I found myself thrusting hard against him, trying to get more and more of that cock in me. In short order, I felt him grow a little more and then felt his cock throbbing in me as he was cumming in my ass. I was a little disappointed as I was hard and had a nice tingle in my cock that needed to be done. He got up and was soon gone. Another guy had laid down beside me though and one of his hands took ahold of my cock and stroked it as his other one turned my head towards him and he planted a kiss on my lips, prying his tongue into my mouth. I was too horny to object as I wanted my release. Then his hand let go of my cock, making me groan in frustration, and then his fingers were entering my hole. In almost no time at all, I could tell he had more than one in me. It actually felt like he had all 4 in me. He began to drive them in and out of me hard, dragging his fingernails on the way out. The scratching hurt but the pleasure made me forget it. Then he began to raise up over me, spreading my legs as he got between them. Then I felt something hit my balls as he pulled his fingers out of me one last time. I gasped as I realized it was his cock and it felt huge. He lined the head of it up with my hole and I felt it all around my hole and thought, I better stop him as there was no way that monster could fit in me. Before I could say anything, his mouth was back on mine and then I felt my hole stretching impossibly. He kept kissing me and pushing and then with an audible pop, the head of his cock entered me. I almost came unglued with the pain of that. He held still for a few seconds is all, and the slowly he pushed more and more of that gigantic cock into me. I could only gasp. It took a while but then I felt his balls finally hit my ass and as they did he broke off the kiss and told me, "Nice hole you have to be able to take all of my 12" cock in there. I can't wait to dump my nice toxic load deep in you and make you one of us." I had no idea what he was talking about but didn't get to ask as he started to fuck me and fast and hard immediately. I gasped at the pain and pleasure combination. He kept going and going and going. Soon, the pain started to fade and the sheer size of him made the pressure on my hot spot in there was constant. I started to cum within the first couple of minutes, but the pressure kept my cock hard and tingling continually. He pounded my hole harder and faster than any of the others, on and on and on. I was beginning to think he would never cum. I felt my own cock erupt twice more before his movements started to get a little more jerky and his cock somehow grew more yet. I knew he was getting ready to cum. It had to have been a good 45 minutes since he had started. Then he almost roared and buried his cock as far into me as he could. It felt like something deep inside me tore a little as all of his cock entered into me and started to throb like a bass drum in me. I felt myself cum again. This was crazy. I don't think I had ever cum that many times before in this amount of time. It was marvelous. I rose up to meet him making sure every inch was in me as we ground our bodies from head to toe against each other. Then, I was out again. I awoke to find myself completely clothed. What the hell? Had that all been a strange dream? But, as I thought that, I knew it could not have been as my ass was sore as hell and my pants felt extremely wet in the crotch area. What was I doing and how did my clothes get back on? I was still pretty much dazed and disoriented. Then the door opened up and a guy came in carrying a drink. He said he had heard that I was probably in need of a refresher. I had no idea what he was talking about. I took the drink as I was thirsty for sure and took a gulp. WOW, it had to be almost 75% 151 Rum. It was a good thing that is my normal drink or I might have gagged like crazy. Tasted good though and I thought, what the hell, and drank almost half of what was left in one more gulp and then downed the rest in a couple of drinks. Might have been a mistake, though, as it hit me really hard and I felt myself almost fall over dizzy. They guy just laughed at me and said, "I didn't expect you would drink all that in such short time. What you have been doing and now another huge drink like that. You may end up with a lot more in you that way." I couldn't seem to understand him much. The Rum was taking control again. I was soon laying down and almost out of it. The guy said, "Well, it looks like it may be my turn, now." Whatever that meant. He said, "You must really want filled with our toxic cum the way you are drinking." I still had no idea what that meant. He was taking off his clothes while saying that.

Part 4 My mind was trying to focus on what the hell was going on, but that 151 Rum had me too befuddled and the fantastic feeling at my ass and the tingle of my cock wouldn't let me focus. I was just really enjoying whatever was going on. It was nothing I had ever felt before. My hole seemed to be on fire with wanting more and more of that licking it was getting. Then that finger seemed to probe a little deeper than it had before and hit something inside me that caused me to raise my ass up higher with a jolt of pleasure. It felt like his whole finger was deep in my ass and tongue was still probing and licking all around it. I was almost ready to bounce. Wow, what a feeling it was causing. Then the finger seemed to rotate, around and around my hole and every time it came around it would hit that one spot and I would moan and jump with pleasure. Then it felt like his finger got bigger, but I kind of thought wait, no, it seemed like he now had two fingers in me and wiggling them around almost like a drum beat on that spot in there, I was definitely bouncing now and actually thrusting my ass onto them even. Whoever this was sure knew how to make a guy feel pleasure. His fingers and tongue were driving me wild and then I was thinking maybe there were more than two fingers in me. I tried to focus more but the booze still had me dizzy, so I just tried to relax and enjoy as I was sure I was getting close to cumming again. It was fantastic and I wanted it, needed it. Then, all at once, as if the person knew it, another hand reached up and took ahold of my cock and squeezed the base of it hard, stopping the sensation of cumming. I groaned, but then his hand let go and the sensations started over again, driving me almost crazy with pleasure. I still had no idea who was down there in the dark, but at this point the need was too great to care. My ass and my cock were both feeling so good, all I wanted was to get off and cum hard. My hole seemed to be stretched more than I thought possible and it felt like there must be more than just two fingers in there, but who cared, it was fantastic and that tongue all around the edges of them and even probing between them at times was formidable. I could not even hold still and was moaning like crazy from it. Then the fingers started going in and out also which was another whole different sensation, getting faster and faster and harder. Sometimes on those in and out thrusts, there was a little pain, very small though, as a fingernail or two would scrape some, but the heavenly feeling overroad that completely. Then I felt the tongue move away from my hole and started to lick its way up across to my balls. The fingers were still digging into my ass but the sensations were growing more intense as I felt the tongue stop and then a mouth took each of my balls in, one at a time, an sucked them slowly and gently, then moved up to the base of my cock and then the tongue came back to tickle lick its way up my shaft and the around the head and then my whole cock was swallowed to the base in one gulp. I felt myself getting ready to cum again, and again, it was anticipated and my cock was released from the mouth and a hand grabbed the base squeezing me hard to stop it. I almost screamed in the need for the release being denied. It was almost agonizing. Then that mouth engulfed me again with a slow up and down bj of pure ecstasy. I was almost continually groaning now from the intensity of the marvelous feelings. I was writhing on the bed and alternating driving my cock into that wonderful mouth and grinding my ass on those fingers in my hole. The fingers were really moving in and out of my hole faster and harder and hitting that special spot inside me and every time they hit it I moaned more. Even the feeing of the fingernails dragging on the outstroke seemed to increase the need to feel more and more and the slight discomfort only made the instroke that much more fantastic. Then I became aware that the person had stopped sucking my cock and lips were gently kissing their way up my stomach and a hand was pushing my t-shirt up as the kisses rose up my body. I quickly let loose of my shorts I was still holding and reaching down grabbed my shirt and raising my body slightly pulled it off over my head and tossed it with my shorts. I became aware slightly that whoever was moving up me seemed to be bare skin against mine too. Then those marvelous lips moved to one of my nipples and the mouth closed on it and sucked it and even nipped it a little with teeth. I groaned even louder. It was as if my nipple was directly wired to my ass and cock and I involuntarily arched my back trying to feed more of my breast. Then the mouth let go and went across my chest to my other nipple and again the same relentless feelings erupted in me. My nipples were tingling, my ass was on fire and my cock felt like an iron bar and I was trembling from head to toe. I never wanted this to end it was so great. The before I knew it the lips were climbing higher up me to my neck, nuzzling and nipping and sucking from one side of it to the other., Then, all at once the fingers dragged out of my hole, causing me to groan again at the empty feeling now there. I couldn't help myself as I moaned, NO, and tried to push my ass lower to feel them again. As I did this I felt something odd touch my hole now. It felt much bigger than the fingers had. This went through my mind as I was telling them to please put them back in, when the new object touched my hole just as I was wrapping my arms around the person and both of the arms grabbed my legs raising them higher as the object poked into my hole a bit. My eyes went wide open then as I finally realize that this person, who had given me more pleasure than I could remember, was another guy. I froze in place, which was my complete undoing then, as HIS cock, I now realized, penetrated my hole and drove deep into me. Being much larger than his fingers it hurt some but when he hit that spot inside me, again involuntarily, I thrust my ass up higher which drove his cock as deep as it could get into my very depths. As his cock bottomed out in me and before I could say anything, his mouth all at once closed on my wide open mouth and his tongue drove almost into my throat. I was so shocked I couldn't move or with his mouth on mine say anything. Then before I could recover his cock started its back stroke rubbing against my hot spot and then back in again. I found myself raising my ass up without knowing how, meeting his inthrust and slapping our bare skin together hard. He then started to fuck me in a rush. The fantastic feelings hit me like a ton of bricks and I found myself moaning with the pleasure and driving my ass back at him on every in stroke of his cock. I could not seem to stop. I wanted this release that was building in me. My cock was throbbing like never before. We drove at each other in a frenzy of lust. Time seemed to almost stand still. Over and over he drove his cock into me as if to push it clear through me and into the bed. Harder and faster and more and more. For a good 15 or 20 minutes we ravished each other. Then he leaned back and broke off the kiss and looking me directly in the eyes for the first time, said, "OMG, I am going to cum. I am going to fill your ass with my seed and you will be changed forever as my toxic cum swims inside you. Take my HIV cum and love it." I was cumming myself so what he said didn't register and being still quite drunk it took a while anyway. I just thrust my own ass hard onto his cock and could feel his throbbing and my own cock was throbbing between us. Then, without warning, the whole room lit up, as someone had come in the door and switched the light on.

PART 3 It was dark in there, so I could not see who was doing me, but wow, did it feel good. Had to be the best bj I had ever had and my cock was stiff as steel and loving it. It was so good, I would not have stopped it if I wanted to. I was getting closer and closer to cumming. I could feel the tingle in my balls and was thrusting my hips at the mouth on me. I wanted that release, and needed it badly now. A couple of more minutes and I felt it. My cock started to throb and spurt after spurt of cum erupted into the waiting mouth. It was so intense and whoever was down there was definitey swallowing my spunk for sure and then I felt a finger ram up my ass and I erupted even more. Then I passed out again. I woke up again, wondering if I had had a dream or something. I started to raise up off of the bed I was on to discover that, no it had not been all a dream anyway as my shorts were in my hand. I quickly put them on and struggled to get up off of the bed. I was still pretty much out of it I guesss. I kind of staggered down the hall into the living room and the same 4 guys were still there. The game was still on so I could not have been out long at all. I took my seat again to find out that there was still a couple of minutes left in the game. I started to watch it and without thinking I reached out an picked up my drink. I was kind of dry so just gulped it before I realized what I was doing, but being already pretty drunk, it didn't seem to be a problem. A few minutes went by and the game over, finally with one team winning by a FG. I had to go pee again. I, again, staggered badly down the hall to the toilet and was only able to just drop my shorts, which fell to my feet and 'drain my radiator' LOL It was almost impossible for me to ben over an pull my shorts back up, so I stepped out of them and then picked them up and looking to see if anyone was in the hall, moved as quickly as I could to the bedroom, where I though maybe sitting down I could get them on. As I sat down, though, I fell over and again passed out. Could not have been very long though. As I came around again, I felt a new sensation. My shorts were still off, but not my legs seemed to be in the air somewhat and something wet was tickling the hell out of my ass. I could not remember feeling anything like this before and was somewhat surprised that my cock was up hard as a rock and was really tingling without being touched. It was still too dark to see who was down there, but I was feeling so good I didn't want it to stop so I didn't say anything. Whoever was doing this to me was, it seemed mighty good at it, as it went on and on, feeling so good. Never in my life had this been done to me and I had no idea anything like that could feel like this. It soon became apparent to me that whoever it was was using their tongue to make me feel like this. I just laid back and enjoyed it. My hole was being licked and slobbered on and at times it seemed like the tongue was actually pushing into my hole. It was fantastic and I was in rapture almost. Then I felt what something a little different. It seemed like maybe a finger was rubbing my hole also. It felt great too and at times seemed to probe a little into my hole along with the tongue. It was driving me crazy with lust for sure.

Part 8 - All Is Not What It Seems Jake opened the car do and ran down the driveway, the car was gone and the gates clanked shut. He shouted across the driveway as Marco and Jean-Paul rushed out of the car. "Who was that Marco!?" "Jake, what do you mean?" "Was that Billy in that car?" "Billy?" "Why would my friend by driving out of here?" "Jake, calm down let us go see Fabian." Jake's face was flustered and mildly confused but angry as they walked in to the house. Fabian was already in the entrance hall, he didn't like the look on Jake's face as as shouted across at him. "Why was Billy here?" "Billy does some work for me every now and then, but he is not family." "There has been to many coincidences happening recently and do you want to know the funniest of them all?" "Jake they do happen occasionally, but some need a little push in the right direction." "And did you push him to show me your profile whilst he was checking out local screwballs?" Marco tried to put his hand on Jake's arm who shrugged him off just as quick. He was in no place to be comforted. "Marco, Jean-Paul, please leave us, Jake come with me please." He followed Fabian in to his office and closed the door. "I understand you are upset.. let me continue Jake. Billy does some work for me and yes, I sent him to get to know you." "Is this all a joke Fabian?" "Sit down Jake, I will tell you the truth." Jake had a tear streak down his face more through the rage inside him. "I saw you one day in Wimbledon village with Billy. I knew then that I wanted you in my family." "And..." "I got Billy to start dropping very subtle hints and show you my profile by accident." "Billy was one friend who I started to count on and confide in." "Actually Billy told me you were special and one of a kind, he adores you more than you can imagine." "He has a fine way of showing it. Setting me up like this." Jake sat there head in his hands, why was this whole weekend full of ups and downs. Fabian sat down next to him, his arm around Jake's shoulder, there was no shrugging or resistance from Jake. "So it this all a lie, you just want to fuck me and push me out on my way?" "It could have been like that, but it is quite the opposite Jake. I knew as soon as you were at ease with me." "Your fucking with my head." "Jake, I could have fucked you the first night we met and pozzed you there and then, never to see you again." "I feel betrayed, like a puppet being strung along all this time." "As I told you last night you are not a prisoner here, the door is open to leave and will shut behind you." He sensed Jake was calming down, he stood up and lit a cigar and offered it to Jake. The aroma hit his nose and a craving exploded, he sat back in the couch and inhaled the cigar. Fabian gave him a chilled bottle of water from the minibar in his office. He sat down at his desk and looked over at Jake, he knew the intoxification of the cigar would relax Jake and lead him to make the only right decision. He continued to type an email as Jake sat enjoying the cigar. Marco and Jean-Paul were sat in the kitchen having coffee. Marco had a worried look on his face, turning his cup round and round. "Do you think we will loose him?" "Fabian will calm him down Marco. You really like him don't you?" "Yes in a big way." "Does Fabian know?" "He saw it straight away, he thinks Jake feels the same. That is why he is keen on him staying." "Ever the match maker. He is lovely and will be great to have him in the family, do you think he will give up everything?" "Hard to tell at the moment, after this episode he was upset and angry. Who knows what he will do." "Marco, if it is what you want you must fight for it. You know Fabian would support you." Jake was in heaven as he enjoyed the cigar, with everything that went on this morning he hadn't really thought about smoking. He put the cigar down and starred at Fabian. He stood and walked over to the desk, Fabian just looked at Jake with his arms folded leaning back in his office chair. "Why?" "I wanted you for me and the family, and as it turns out for Marco." "Is this what all the generosity is about, winning me over?" "No Jake." "I don't want you to think I can be swayed to stay by money." "If I thought that you would have been out by now. So why do you not leave?" "Truthfully Fabian, I don't want to. I like you and the others." "Others?, you need to refer to them as family if you are staying Jake. What about Marco?" "I like him as well." "Be honest with me Jake, now that we are being honest." "I don't know, I get butterflies when he is near me." "That is good to know. And I can tell you the feeling is very mutual. Marco will tell you this in his own time." "But, what about you and me?" "I will always be here for you. Marco and I share two traits we are both kind and protect those we love." "I will need to leave later, I have work tomorrow." "Ahh yes, the weekend has gone so quickly. But let's pick this conversation up later. Jake smiled for the first time in a while listening to him. Fabian pressed the button on his desk phone and in a few moments Marco appeared. "Marco, lunch on the deck please if you could let chef know. Jake are you staying or leaving?" "Can I stay then please?" "Of course, and I am sorry for not telling you everything and being upfront. Marco please have lunch with us." "I would love to, thank you sir." After lunch the three of them spent the rest of the afternoon swimming and lounging by the pool. Fabian enjoyed seeing Marco and Jake swimming and playing in the pool, he would occasionally join them for a swim to cool down. As he watched from his sunbed , Fabian knew that this was going to be a blossoming romance, he felt great happiness but still a little sorrow for Marco, he could never find someone to love him as Marco, they only ever the trappings surrounding him. Fabian jumped, he didn't realise that Jake had appeared from the pool and kissed him on the head. Marco appeared and kissed Fabian then strolled over to Jake and swept him up off the ground and jumped back in to the pool with him. Fabian laughed at how boyish Marco had become just like when he first took him in.

Part 4 - The Pool Saturday was blue sky and very warm, weather forecasters had been saying all week to expect a Spanish Plume. This would push temperatures in to the low 30's, if that happened it would make London uncomfortable with the heat and humidity followed by the storms. Jake checked his phone it was only 10am but it was already 26c and rising. His phone rang almost causing Jake to drop it as it startled him, Bill's number flashed up on the screen. "Hey Billy, how's you?" "Good Jake, listen a few of us are going to the lido if you want to join us." "Oh sorry Billy, I am off a party later at a friends." "Nice one, shame you can't join us but have fun." "you to, see ya." Billy hung up and immediately dialled another number and waited for his call to be answered. "Billy, what news?" "It's all set." "Thank you, good bye." Marco hung up and walked to the study where Fabian sat, he looked up as Marco approached. "Hello Marco." "Sir, everything is going to plan." "Excellent, invite him over now." Marco dialled another number. Jake was surprised as his phone began ranging again but this time there was no caller id, tentatively he clicked on the answer button. "Hello." "Mr Jake this is Marco, Mr Fabian's butler." "Oh, Hi Marco, how are you?" "Thank you Mr Jake I am very well and I trust you are keeping well?" "Apart from being as hot as hell I'm good." "Mr Fabian asks if you wish to come to the house now and sit by the pool." "Yes I will Marco, thank you." "I shall expect you at 10.30 Mr Jake." Marco hung up, Jake could have sworn he heard him chuckle after he said 'Hot as hell'. He grabbed sunglasses, factor 20 and his trunks then headed off to Fabian's. The gate opened and as he approached the door it opened as if by magic, standing there was Marco wearing sunglasses and a very tight pair of speedos that accentuated his bulge. Jake struggled to keep his cock under control, he could smell coconut wafting from Marco's body which was driving him wild. "Hello Mr Jake, please follow me to the pool." as Marco turned to lead the way. This time Jake caught the full tattoo on his lower back, it immediately occurred to Jake that it was exactly the same as Fabian's except for the location. Fabian was swimming in the pool as they arrived. "Come on in, it is refreshing, Marco help Jake change." Jake felt the hot breath of Marco as he stood behind him and lifted his shirt up over his head and place it on the lounger chair. Jake went to undo his shorts but Marco's hands pushed his away gently, thinking this is going to be embarrassing as he felt his cock twitching and hardening. Marco slipped his hands inside the shorts and undid the button and zip, his hand gently brushed over his now evident hardening bulge. Jake didn't mean to but his body pushed back against Marco, he felt his lips kiss the nape on his neck, his nerve endings tingling throughout his body. Before he realised both his shorts and underwear where down by his ankles, his cock standing to attention. He heard Fabian laughing from the pool "Someone's horny, come on in Jake.", he looked around for his trunks but Marco had taken them up to the Orangery. "Jake don't be silly it is only us at the moment and I did say you could go naked, Did Marco excite you?". Jake nodded shyly hands making best effort to cover his unyielding erection. Jake noticed straight away that Fabian was indeed naked so he began to relax and walked down the slope in deeper in to the water. Jake stopped and closed his eyes letting the cool water lap around his torso. He dived and swam under water came up for air a meter or so away from Fabian. "Better now?" he asked him, "Oh god yes.", Fabian moved towards him and planted a kiss full on his lips, he lingered for longer than usual waiting for the desired effect. He didn't have to wait long as Jake put his arm around his neck and kissed him back. They broke off and swam around in the pool for a while, Marco appeared in the water with a tray of drinks "Mojitos gentlemen.". They took the drinks and sat on the underwater stalls by the waterfall enjoying the sun. Marco swam a couple of lengths as Jake watched admiring his body undulating in the water before he swam over and joined them. "Marco, you really must stop showing off in front of Jake, you make him uncomfortable.", Jake blushed like a bride and tried to make him self small but Marco pulled up behind Jake and kissed him on the neck, for the second time Jake tingled all through his body and touched Marco's arm. Before he knew it Marco was exiting the pool telling Fabian he must help chef finish preparing the food. Fabian put his arm around Jake "Come on, lets get some sun before people arrive.". Jake was in heaven, he had never been treated so kindly or affectionately like this before. He laid on the sunbed and blissfully closed his eyes and was asleep within minutes. He woke to the sound of voices as two guests had arrived and realising he was naked he jumped in to the pool. The two men approached wearing nothing but baseball hats and sunglasses. One of the men had the same tattoo as Fabian and in the same place. As Jake looked up a quizzical look crossed his face. He heard a splash and Fabian swam up behind Jake, "Jake, this is Spencer and Jean-Paul.". They both said hello and Jake replied the courtesy but looked more intensely at Spencer. "Jake... I know you from somewhere don't I?" "Yes, you passed me on the embankment Thursday afternoon." "Oh that's right, we did the double take after we passed each other, your even cuter naked." Jake blushed and began to feel a little uneasy at such a strange occurrence. Fabian wrapped his arms around Jake's shoulder and neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He then looked over at Spencer and gave him a wink, it wasn't pure chance they passed each other but rather a well choreographed sequence. Making sure the cigar smoke wafted in to his path and make eye contact, all to keep Jake focused on Fabian. The two of them turned and headed to the Orangery, Jake noticed that Jean-Paul had the same tattoo but on his lower back. Curiosity was running through Jake's head. "Fabian, how come they all have the same tattoo either on the front or back?" "They all like the design and we are all a kind of family, enough questions sexy." Fabian turned Jake around and looked him in the eye whilst gently caressing the side of his face. Jake was calm and collect and moved his arm around Fabian's body as their faced moved towards each other. Tenderly kissing his cheek Fabian moved his kissing closer to Jake's mouth, his heart was pounding as Fabian's lips touched his and began kissing his mouth. With each kiss their lips parted further and further until Jake felt Fabian's tongue slip in to his mouth. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the warmth of the kiss, the brushing of Fabian's beard against his face increased the sexual desire building in his body. The electricity between them held them locked in their kiss for what seemed an eternity. Fabian released the kiss, hugging Jake closer before releasing him and planting one more kiss "You are so sexy Jake.". Fabian disappeared under the water and swam to the shallow end where he exited the pool. Marco appeared with Jake's trunks "Would you like to be decent." he said holding them up in the air swinging them around on his finger. Jake splashed water at Marco who laughed. He reached in and pulled Jake out of the pool and slapped his arse before kissing his neck "Naughty boy.". They both headed back to the Orangery holding hands. To say Jake was in heaven was an understatement, he kept looking at Marco's defined arm leading his hand that clasped his own. For a moment Jake felt as though the world had stopped as he enjoyed the closeness.

Part 2 - The Addiction As I got home I stripped off and had one of the most intense orgasms thinking about Fabian and still tasting the remnants of the cigar as I drifted off to sleep. Little did I know then that Fabian was gradually seducing me to get hooked on cubans firstly and feel comfortable around him. Then the second phase of getting me hooked on himself, but he was in no rush as it would only be a matter of time. Couple of days later I got a text inviting me over that evening, naturally I was excited and replied telling him I would be there at 7pm again. The gate opened and I walked up to the front door where he stood waiting, as I approached him he gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug. We went through to the Orangery again where before he could say anything I had stripped down to my underwear, he stood there laughing and told me I was eager. This time two cigars were on the table as he handed me one of them. "Do you remember what to do?" he asked, "Think so." I replied. It was then I realised that the mixture of being in his company and holding the cigar caused a reaction in my groin. Thankfully I still had my underwear on trapping the results otherwise I would be flying the flag of all nations on my erection. I moistened the end just as he showed me and gave it a clean cut through with no damage. "Well done." he said, He passed the matches to me, as I struck one I charred the end lightly then puffed to light it, coughing as I did so on the first few attempts but eventually I achieved a full even burn. Fabian lit his cigar and we moved over to the sofa and sat down, he still had his robe on which looked a little bizarre when seeing our reflection in the window as I was nearly naked. I smoked on the cigar and began inhaling more and more and really got in to this cuban. The same flavours and aromas danced around my mouth and nose, feeling comfortable sitting next to him he watched me intently trying to gauge if the signs of getting addicted to his cigars were starting to show. Fabian disappeared for a moment and returned with two glasses of red wine, but this red wine was heavy bodied and match perfectly with the cigar. Only half way down the cigar I had to put it in the ashtray as I began to feel a little nausea wash over me, Fabian told me that was normal and my body would soon adjust. He continued to smoke his cigar and I drank the wine, this heavy bodied wine was also quite heavy in alcohol but delicious nevertheless. The alcohol was causing me to be a little loose lipped and started asking some probing questions... "Can I ask you what is an olympic kisser?" "I have a great enjoyment of kissing and I can French a guy until his tongue and lips go numb." as he chuckled at me. "How silly, is that even possible? "Be careful as I might show you and you would end up tongue tied" laughing. "Could be interesting. So what is it with the whole bareback sex thing that you like?" "Hmmm, didn't expect that question.. I enjoy feeling a guys a hole around my cock and gifting them my special seed." "Is it that different from condom sex?" "Completely and utterly bewitching and addictive." "Do you have a partner or boyfriend?" "Absolutely not, anyway when I fuck it is for my pleasure and thrill." "So what does the other person get out of it." "Whatever they want, but hopefully just the desire to pleasure me." "Oh you mean like those SM'y things, you know, master and boy?" "Boy?, you mean slave. No nothing that kinky, they learn how to pleasure me when I want to fuck." His robe slipped open more and I noticed something I hadn't seen before, a tattoo peeking above his underwear. "I never realised you had a tattoo." he looked at me and smiled. "Only the one." "What is it?" "It is me or a representation of me and who I am." "It looks very elaborate, can I see it?" He pulled his underwear down slightly so I could see it, an elaborate F surrounded by swirls which made it look like a biohazard symbol which disappeared down towards his cock. I found it to be very sexy and relaxed back against his arm as he placed it around my shoulder. I contemplated our brief conversation as I sipped my wine completely missing his comment about gifting his special seed. I picked up my cigar relit it and this time there was no coughing as I was now getting use to smoking and especially letting those flavours and smells hitting my senses again. As we both silently enjoyed our cigars, my erection seemed to take on a new vigour, but to his credit Fabian said nothing as his hand stroked my shoulder. All to soon we were done, I finished my wine as I stood up I felt buzzed and happy. As I dressed Fabian escorted me to the door telling me he would text me when to come over, his hand reached up and stroked my face as he kissed me on the lips and gave me a hug, as I turned he patted my arse "See you in a couple of days.". I seemed to float home, the taste of the cigar was still lingering, the tingling of my face as he kissed me when I left, and the way he caressed my shoulder. I was really enjoying spending time with him, I couldn't pin down if it was the cigars or just being around him, he exuded such an air confidence and masculinity and Spanish looks.

I wear cock rings of various types for different purposes, often all day, with no trouble. There are a few things to keep in mind if you’re looking at long-term wear: 1. One size absolutely does not fit all. If you haven’t measured your girth (you haven’t? Puh-lease. Never believe anybody who tells you he hasn’t measured his cock) take a string and wrap It around your root beneath your balls and over your cock when fully erect, mark where the end meets, and hold it straight against a ruler. That’s your girth, or circumference. Now go shopping for a cock ring. Don’t buy a rigid cock ring (metal, wood, hard plastic) with an inner circumference less than 1/4” smaller than your girth. Anything smaller will cause too much constriction, will cause chafing and discomfort, and may cause embarrassment when you have to have a paramedic remove it. You can often find rinds sold in sets of three increasing sizes, so if you’re unsure, get one of those and try the options - then give the ones that don’t fit you away to make friends. 2. Choose a ring made for long wear. My favorite ring is a thick chrome torus with smoothed, tapered ends - no edges to chafe! If you choose metal, make sure it’s high-quality and something that won’t start a skin allergy. If you choose wood, make sure its well-sanded and finished. Don’t put on a set of Kali’s Teeth and expect to walk around in it all day - you (and your Dom Top) have to use some damn common sense. 3. There are flexible choices as well. You can find good leather cockrings with adjustable snaps for variable sizing, and different types of rubber rings with cinches that slide up and down. There are jelly-like rings that stretch with you (to a point). 4. Remember what color your cock is supposed to be. Any cockring that leaves your cock looking darkish purple is too tight. If your cock is hard but feels cold, the ring is too tight. Take it off at once. I usually carry a variety of rings with me when I travel. Anyone who comes acrosd me in the wild is welcome to try them on, or ask me to model in person. Always delighted.

Have only been to LA location on several occasions. So many great areas to play there and everyone is there for one purpose. The "dick area" is hot if it's a busy night with many cocks hanging out of the holes waiting for you to service...like being a kid in a candy shop. Several slings around that I have been in and left with a hole filled with loads.

I have been taking every dick that wants to fuck me since I was 10, and my dad had been fucking me with my uncle since I was 8, and they had both been getting me to suck them off and Swallow since I was 6. I see them now and then but now I am older and I take every dick anywhere anytime.

Really hot story. I wonder if u can have a totally straight guy be forced chemmed up, and turned into a total pozzed up cumdump.

Part 5 ............................... “Ladies and Gentleman. I think we can all agree, that was fucking awesome and clearly the boys are very happy to have received such rave reviews from you” He said grinning as he looked at the four cum and piss covered boys lying kissing each other and licking up the residue off each other and around them. “You’ll be pleased to know that our young sluts here aren’t finished yet and they will now be strapped to the fuck tables and will all be happy to receive more deposits, although we’d especially like those of you who are positive…. and we know who you are” he grinned at the grinning crowd before him, “To step up and make sure Chris, Sam and Ben’s conversion is thorough” to cheers and wild applause. All four boys looked up at the mention of their names and when realising they were to be abused by the crowd looked around with some apprehension. As the four boys were led to the sturdy tables around the edge of the room they were bent over and secured in position to receive their abuse; Julian continued to address the crowd. “Now we have a special treat for you all. My very good friends Donald Campbell, CEO of BoyToys and his investment partner Jason Anders are very happy to put on a little show of their own,” he said, pausing for the short round of applause. “Both Don and Jason are HIV positive and right now, dangerously so," he explained, smiling broadly at the wave of knowing laughter that returned to him. “Also here this evening is Jason’s nephew, Ethan, who just over a week ago came out to Jason and asked that he breed him." There was much chatter at this point. “Ethan has taken many positive loads from all of us this week,” he continued, “but tonight Jason and Ethan will fuck for your pleasure as his conversion continues.” Further applause followed as Ethan and I walked forward completely naked. “And finally our friend Don, please come forward,” Julian asked. Don walked through the crowd, also stunningly naked and into the spot lights near the bed and stood by Julian to enthusiastic applause, “Also here this evening is Don’s son, Jermaine, who recently found out he was HIV positive. Jermaine please come forward,” Julian asked. Jermaine also walked forward and into the light and stood on the other side of Julian looking slightly confused, but stunning in the lights glare. “Jermaine, your father has something he’d like to say to you,” Julian explained, leaving the father and son alone in the center of attention. The room fell totally silent as Don’s deep gravelly voice boomed, “Jermaine” he started, “I know you were confused and unhappy that night,” he started, looking at his son who stared back. “I’m sorry I pushed you..." stumbling a bit on his words, “I’m sorry you think I pushed you away” he said, correcting himself. Jermaine continued to stare at his father. “Jermaine I know I’m positive and I’m not one to judge but I was disappointed you were diagnosed positive so young. I’m sorry, I should have been there for you, son. I love you so much,” he finally managed to say, but his voice broke in the process. Jermaine continued to stare at his father before tears started to well and he stepped forward to embrace his father. The room immediately applauded and it was like a weight lifted. As Don embraced his son, Ethan wrapped his arm around me to hug me too. Don held his son and turning to face him he held his head in his huge hands and then they were kissing, long and passionately. “Oh fuck” Ethan whispered to me, “that’s so hot.” I mentally agreed, and apparently the audience also did, as every where I could see cocks began to swell anew. Don and Jermaine’s kiss intensified as they now openly explored each other's body. Not to be left out, Ethan and I were also kissing now, and I had latched onto on my nephew's beautifully succulent buttocks, which I caressed lustfully. I lifted him up and he wrapped his legs around my waist as we continued to kiss hard. After a long embrace, Jermaine dropped to his knees and, holding his father’s enormous erection, began to suck on the cock that had created him. It was quite a sight and clearly the audience was very much enjoying the incest scene unfolding before them. I’d now lifted Ethan backwards onto the still piss-covered bed and throwing him back, his cunt was exposed and so I knelt down to stick my tongue deep inside him. Ethan lay back, moaning as I invaded his hole. Jermaine was now doing a very good job sucking on Don as I knew only too well how hard it was to take him down my throat. Don held his son’s head and began to face fuck him, pushing deeper into his mouth each time and not actually caring as his son gagged. I loved that aspect of Don: once he was in the zone he was like a total fuck machine and clearly didn’t even care if it was his son he was damaging. I now had three fingers inside Ethan’s cunt, finger-fucking him and sucking hard on his cock while biting down on his balls intermittently. Ethan continuously squirmed, even as he pushed down on my head and asking for more, like the dirty cunt he was. The bed suddenly bounced as I realised Don’s huge frame had fallen backwards on to it with his son still clamped to his father’s monster cock. It wasn’t long though before he pulled Jermaine up to him with his massive arms and they continued to kiss again, all the time Don worked his fingers into his son. My cock was now leaking copious amounts of precum and I needed to fuck my nephew, so pulling up, I aimed my dick at his well lubed, stretched cunt and rammed straight in. Ethan actually screamed and the audience applauded as I started fucking him hard without letting him catch breath, but Ethan the consummate slut, settled quickly and was moaning in pleasure loudly, causing Don and Jermaine to take in the scene. Now it was their turn to be not outdone and Don lifted his not-in-considerably-well-built son up with ease and negotiated his cock to the entrance of his boy’s cunt. Jermaine lifted himself up and holding his Dad’s cock, lowered himself down on to it slowly, but Don couldn’t wait and once he’d split his sphincter with the head of his monster cock he forced upwards, ramming his huge girth deep into his son’s guts. Now it was Jermaine’s turn to scream and to another round of applause. Both boys were now impaled on cocks and were being fucked hard and after some considerable discomfort for Jermaine he settled quickly too. Don was pile-driving him and already their bodies were pouring with sweat. Mean while I pinched down on Ethan’s nipples making them red raw as I fucked hard and deep. It also seemed as if Don and I were competing to see which of us could inflict the most pain on our kin. After ten minutes or so, I pulled out of Ethan and grabbed him, turning him over on to his front and pulling him towards me, pushing my cock in and fucking him again. I also noticed the crowd were so turned on now that there were guys not only wanking but others had moved off to the four restrained boys strapped to the fuck tables and all four had small queues of guys taking it in turns to rape them, although Ben seemed to have the longest queue. Don withdrew from Jermaine, throwing him onto the bed, and then rising to his feet, he pulled his son towards him. Jermaine’s own substantial erection clearly showed how much he was enjoying be raped by his father. When Don was aligned, he once more forced himself inside his son, fucking him missionary. Jermaine spread his legs high and wide to allow good access. Jermaine and Ethan were on opposite sides of the bed but their heads were level and so started kissing while Don and I fucked them. The audience was clearly enjoying the scene of debauchery, as groans and grunts abounded, and every so often a few sprays of cum spurted on one or another of us as an audience member dumped his load on us. I guess it was testament to our staying power but I wasn’t ready yet and my experience of Don meant I knew he wouldn’t be either. The atmosphere was such a turn on and I began to revel in the heat of the spotlights while bodies emerged into the light to jack off on us and then retreat back into the darkness. Jermaine had been wanking his cock and soon we heard the tell-tale sounds of orgasm as he began to ejaculate amidst loud grunts and heavy breathing. His father also was now literally dripping sweat was equally close, and not to be out done, my balls were also beginning to tingle so I knew I was getting close. Looking up I caught Don’s eye and silently mouthed, “in his mouth.” Don understood, and gave me a quick smile and nod in agreement. Feeling my orgasm building I pulled out and forced Ethan round pushing him on to his back so his head was now directly under my cock. He eagerly opened his mouth while I beat off the last few strokes. Don also pulled out and forced his kid round so Jermaine’s open mouth was directly underneath his Father’s cock. Don and I came within moments of each other, depositing our loads or in the case of Don, oceans of cum into the open and willing mouths of our boys. Applause broke out around us as the boys played with their food on their lips. “Share with Ethan” Don commanded of his son, through heavy breathing. He didn’t need asking twice and both boys were in each-other’s arms in moments kissing and sharing the cum between them while Don and I watched proudly. I put my arm around Don's shoulder and we could hear grunting and groaning in four directions as the other boys continued being bred by cock after cock but looking down at my dirty nephew and Don’s equally slutty son, tonight had been much more than good. It had been fucking amazing. To be continued............................

Part 4 After only a few thrust Steven asked me to fuck him harder and I wasn't one to disappoint. I fucked his brains out and before the session was over he took three charged loads from my balls. Over his spring break I kept Steven high and taking my dick the days at a time letting him ready/sleep enough to keep him wanting Tina in his vein and my cock in his hole. I have him the weekend before he had to go back to school to recover hoping that the lack of sleep along with my fucking him and the drugs (mixed with some of my poz blood) would have him coming down with the fuck flu quickly. Monday after school Steven was asking for stone Tina which I denied him until he earned it when my DNA took hold inside him. He definitely got my dick thrusted drop inside his hole wheeled he got home, after dinner and before bed planting three toxic loads inside him. The next morning I have him a quick fuck I the shower before he heard off to school. Steven commented that he wasn't feeling all that great when I first joined him in the shower. I pushed him against the wall of the shower and rammed inside him ignoring what he said. I made him head off to school knowing that he'd be coming hole sicker then a dog. I was waiting when he walked through the door wanting nothing more then to climb bed. I told him to get naked an climb into my bed and that if get him 'something' that would make him feel better. I was in my bathroom as I watched Steven in the mirror strip down and get under the blanket on my bed. I came into my bedroom with what I needed to administer a small slam. Steven didn't have the strength to fight me as I quickly gave him the small slam (well, small compared to what I had been giving him during his spring break). After his small cough I stepped out of my basketball shorts and slipped in next to him in my bed. We comfortably snuggled up with each other as we began to kiss more like lovers the I was giving him during his during spring break. Soon enough Steven was getting my cock hard and wanting to be fucked. I made love to him know my DNA had taken a hold inside his blood. The cumming weekend we would find out for sure. Steven and I fucked every day he was home sick. He was able to return to school on Thursday. Friday after he got back to my place after school I told him to get out of his school clothes and put on some mesh basketball shorts and a t-shirt, no unaware, no socks instructing him to slip on an old pair if tennis shoes I had for him to use. I knew what Travis liked his boys to wear. The dive over to Travis' place was a quiet 5 minutes. When we arrived I saw a familiar face already waiting. A lab tech friend who Travis used to check when we had a convert. The lab tech administer a rapid HIV test and then drew sine blood for a confirmation test. After the tube was in hand he checked the rapid test. He didn't need to say a word, we could see the results in his eyes. Travis had us follow him into his bedroom. He had a loaded pipe and point waiting. Travis quickly dropped his basketball shorts, climbed onto his bed on his knees, then back on his heels. His hard 9" cock pointed out. Travis held the pipe out and asked Steven if he wanted a smoke. Steven shook his head yes to which Travis replied the if he wanted a smoke he needed to get his ass into his 9". Steven quickly kicked of his shoes, shucked off his shirt and stepped out of his basketball shorts and worked his ass onto Travis' cock. Once he was sliding down the shaft he was handed the pipe and the torch was lit allowing him to get a good long full of smoke. After he blew a big cloud he was inducted to take a second then a third. As Steven took his his from the pipe Travis prepped Steven for one of his 'special' slams. Travis was known for his double slam technique. He used two tourniquets, one high on the upper arm and a second one just below the elbow. He then would slip a point between the two tourniquets and the second one in the forearm. I got naked and climbed on the bed behind Steven knowing that after this he'd want to lay back and I knew Travis would want to make sure the my bro stayed firmly on his cock. Both tourniquets were in placed and I took the pipe from Steven. Travis slipped both points into Steven's veins easily and emptied the one in the forearm fist followed by the point in his arm between the two tourniquets. Travis pulled the tourniquet on the upper arm first followed by the one on his firearm. Steven began to cough with the removal of the fist tourniquet and coughed harder when the second tourniquet was removed. As predicted Steven fell back and I eased him down to the bed. I knew Travis was ready to blow his load after the way (I'm sure) Steven's ass spasmed with each cough. Steve eagerly began to suck my cock as Travis seeded his poz ass. I watched Travis use Steven as a cum dump as I smoked away on the pipe. As the sun was starting to peak through the blinds I knew Travis was just about done using Steven's hole and it was time for me to get style of his cock for myself. We helped Steven up from the bed and has him take a long, relaxing shower as I was prepped for a double slam. I laid on my back as I helped Travis apply the tourniquets and administer the slams. This was the most I had slammed in months. Travis still had some 'juice' left in him as he gave me a fucking I surely needed. When Steve came back to the bedroom after his shower I motioned him over Ryu me so I could suck his cock. By might fall Travis had given both Steven and I a good fucking.

OMG What Did I Do? Part III My boy and I fucked like demons for about 4 days straight and I was loving it. Fantastic sex, but every time I saw my huge dildo, I would think of that guy's 11" cock I had not seen. I wanted to see one that big. But, I was getting laid good, so I really didn't try to hard to think about it except when I saw my dildo only. Then like it started, our sex stopped again as our schedules got mixed again and basically only saw each other about the time to fall asleep. Both of us too tired to do anything with our long hours again. It only took a few days for my ass to start wanting again. I basically have always wanted it filled every day and a lot every day. LOL A few days without and I was grabbing my dildoes again and ramming my own ass. Most of the time now though, I was grabbing my huge one and using it while thinking about getting a real 11" cock in my hole. Very intense feelings for a few days but the feeling dropped off then. A week had gone by without my boyfriend in me and my hole needed to be satisfied more, so I turned to my sites again to get some feedback from some guys. Loved the camming and play acting with other guys and having them tell me what they would like to do to my hole with their fists or cocks or a dildo along with their cocks. It got me off again for another few days but still thought a lot about the big one I wanted to see. I had not found him online at all and was hoping he would get back on but didn't seem to be. I then got a little bit desperate and sent a message to him asking if he would like a replay? Another couple of days went by with some other guys and some nice hot sessions and some had some big cocks too, but none in the size I wanted to see. Then finally I got a message from him. WOW He told me he would be on at a certain time and I should be naked and ready when he came on and I had better have my biggest dildo ready to plow with. I told him I would be ready and he signed off again. I didn't even get a chance to ask about his cock. The appointed time came and I was naked and lubed and had my huge dildo ready. I was tingling in my ass from the anticipation and sure hoped I got to see that huge cock too. Sure enough he came on right on the button. I was a little disappointed again though, as he seemed to be fully dressed again. He immediately, in that hot voice of his, told me to get comfortable. I laid down on my back and waited to see what was going to happen. He took his shirt off and I about dropped my load watching him do that as muscle after muscle popped out. Not your huge behemoth kind like some weight lifters but just nice big hard muscle of a guy who works hard and works out a little to help. Very hot looking, but I already knew it from his pics. I wanted that cock out. He then told me to get that dildo wet in my mouth as he wanted to see how good I could suck a cock. I immediately buried as much of it in my mouth and throat as I could. His cam was aimed at about the top of his stomach but it looked like he was taking his pants off. I was sucking like mad and hoping the cam would droop somehow and let me see. He did not move the cam down, but told me he liked good cocksuckers and I tried desperately to get the entire dildo in my mouth and down my throat. I about choked myself good but got all but about an inch or a little more finally in me and down my throat. I could see his arm moving and it looked to me like he was stroking his cock just out of sight of the camera. Was driving me nuts. He then told me to start moving the dildo slowly downward towards my hole. I began by slobbering all over it and then very slowly slid it out of my mouth and down my chin to my neck and then down to my chest. Then around one nipple and then across to the other nipple, oh so slowly running it around in circles and making my nips stand up good and hard. Then down across my stomach and stopping at my belly button to push it in there like it was a hole too. Down to my cock and around it and I was hard as a rock and then further down pushing in on and rubbing my balls. Finally to my crack and then to my hole. All the while I could tell he was stroking but still out of sight. As I got to my hole he told me to get to it and just ram it home. I complied and groaned as I rammed the entire length of it in me in one stroke. It hurt like hell but also felt so damn good as it rubbed across my prostate and my cock jumped and nearly shot it's load right then. I started to pull it out and ram it back in hard and fast. I was beyond turned on now as I watched closely as his arm seemed to be getting faster too. My cock was jumping every which way and my ass was on fire but I pounded my hole for all I was worth and kept hoping he would drop the camera down. I wanted to see his cock so bad it was driving me nuts and turning me on at the same time. After only about 10 minutes of pounding the heck out of my hole I could feel the cum starting to boil in my balls and knew that soon it would be coming out of my cock in huge spurts. He seemed to be grimacing some so I was sure he was close too. Then it was there and I let out a low moan and my cock erupted and cum blew out so hard some went clear over my head. Some hit me in the eyes even and I blinked a couple of times and when I looked at the screen again the camera was just coming back up. I caught just a glimpse of the head of his cock and then his cam went off again. I almost screamed. The small glimpse I got of the head of his cock looked gigantic and still was spurting cum that looked like by the gallon. I had not seen his cock again and I could barely move either from pounding my hole so hard and cumming so hard too.

The bull took a hold of my tank top and tore it almost completely down the back. As the tattered shirt fell off my shoulders, he turned around, pressing me against the couch and clamped his mouth over one of my nipples. He began to suck and bite it making me whimper and moan. My dick was rock hard now as my shirt fell to the floor around my feet. His fingers found my other nipple and he flicked and scraped it with his fingernail as he continued to service my other pec. I clawed the back of his head and his broad back, needing the attention his mouth was giving. He came up for air and I looked down at my left nipple swollen, wet, and beat red. It seriously looked like one of my girlfriend’s nipples and that was the first time I realized the degree to which he was going to emasculate me. He snarled at me, “Just like a girl, likes to get his tits worked, huh?” I shamefully whispered back, “Yes.” He slapped my face and corrected me, “Yes, Sir.” At first I was taken aback, my cheek stinging and a bit angry, but when I looked back at his steely gaze, I knew I had deserved the slap for being such a sissy boy. “Yes, Sir,” I exhaled, trying strangely to please him. Instead, he spat a huge wad of saliva that splattered on my mouth, nose, and cheek, and then bit his teeth onto my other nipple, smearing the spit all over my face with one of his hands. As he chewed on my swelling nipple, one his hand roughly opened my legs, assuring me that there would be no asking this afternoon, no choices, no gentle nudges. He was intent on owning my body and using my holes as he saw fit. I felt like a whore, obligated to let him do what he wanted for a price. The price being $20. That’s what my ass and mouth were worth, my dignity, my manhood. And my father had determined the price. His hand reached between my muscled thighs and found my asshole, still slick with his spit. He nuzzled his fingers between my cheeks mumbling, “Fucking hot bubble butt,” and then continued to slurp on my chest while he pushed one of his fingers into my virgin ass. Nothing besides his tongue had ever been in there, and I began to pull away, yelping from the pain this small invasion was causing. His free hand shot up and caught me tightly around the neck, forcing me back down onto his finger. “Bigger than that’s going in there, boy, so you better just relax and get used to having things in your shitter,” he snarled, not looking up at me, just taking his mouth off my nipple long enough to say it and then return to making my nips puffy and blood-engorged, feminizing me further. His digit dug around inside of me, pressing against the tender walls of my ass, pushing into my insides trying to find where he met resistance, where he could push through flaps of tissue, where he could put pressure that would make me moan or whimper. Although it hurt, he knew where to push up inside of me to keep my dick jumping. I had never precum before but I felt wetness emerging from my piss slit. The finger started pistoning into my hole, making me whine a little with every jab into me. He kept fingering my hole, but brought is face in front of mine. He snickered at me, “You sound just like my ex-wife’s sister when I used to fuck her. Same fucking noises.” I looked into his eyes, my own eyes wide, in disbelief that I was letting another man treat me the way a girl was supposed to be treated. His eyes were hard and unforgiving, taking what he wanted, knowing I would submit, knowing he was stronger than me. More of a man. He pulled his finger out abruptly, which made my ass and legs shake with a sensation that combined both pleasure and pain. Before I knew it, he forcefully shoved his fingers, including the one that had just been in my ass, into my mouth. He scooped the fingers around my mouth cavity and over my tongue. I choked and gagged a bit, confused, but he just as abruptly pulled his fingers out and returned two of them to hole, shoving both back into my chute. I howled for a second, but he just planted them there, firmly against a spot that made me start to mewl. “This is just the beginning, boy. Do you know how good your cunt tasted? It was perfect - I can’t wait to turn it inside out. I’m going to wreck your fucking pussy so that I’m the only one that can get you off … and you keep crawling back here, begging me to fuck out your sloppy mancunt. You know what your mancunt is?” I didn’t answer, just sucked in a jagged breath not wanting to fuel his abuse. He waited a few moments for my reply, and when none came he crammed a third finger into me, growling, “This is your mancunt.” I whimpered and bit my bottom lip, feeling my asshole be stretched around almost this entire stranger’s hand. It was definitely humbling. “You know what your mancunt is now?” he baited. I looked down, ashamed, “Yes,” I said almost inaudibly, taking a glance at my nipples, red and protruding like a bitch in heat. But his line of questioning wasn’t done. “And what goes in your mancunt?” I knew the answer. I didn’t want to know the answer and I hated myself for immediately knowing the correct response, but I could feel his pinky and thumb getting itchy and I knew he would use me like a sock puppet if I wasn’t forthcoming. So I looked up at him, and almost pleaded for him to be kind, “Anything that you say goes in it.” “Don’t think those puppy dog eyes are going to make me take it easy. Come on, stud, you’re a big jock boy, you can take a sticking and keep on licking, can’t you?” He emphasized his open mockery by splaying the three fingers in my ass, widening the stretch in my anal cavity and making me feel like I had to pee or cum or both. “Your mancunt is good for one thing. Getting real men off. Remember that for later.” And with that, his three fingers slipped out of my ass and were shoved immediately into my mouth. My throat immediately tried to expel them, but he stayed firm and I was pinned to the back of the couch. “Clean ‘em off, whore. Learn to enjoy the taste of any ass, you worthless cum catch.” I had no choice and I closed my lips around his knuckles and he coached me through sucking on his fingers and using my tongue to get the slime from between each digit. I mean, his fingers weren’t that deep inside me (thought they felt like they were) so mostly it just tasted like old saliva. It was mostly the thought that made me gag, but I quickly got over that for the sake of getting my mouth back. “It’s lunch time,” my dominator informed me and lifted his arm above his head, leaving his pit completely exposed thanks to the sleeveless shirt he wore. As his torso stretched I spied the very top of a red and black tattoo peaking above the waistband of his sweats, but I couldn’t see enough of it to tell what it was. “Dig in,” he nodded his head in the direction of his open armpit. My face crinkled in confusion. He grabbed the back of my head with the other hand and jeered, “I said, bon appetite, fuck twat,” and he buried my face in his pit. The hair under his arm was soaked with sweat, pearling on the skin around the damp patch. The odor was strong. Not bad, just strong. A testament to the hard work he must have been doing before I showed up. Mowing the lawn, pulling weeds, hammering nails into a fence patch. My nostrils were filled with his pheromones and the remnants of his masculine chores. He jerked my head sternly and I took my cue. I began licking and sucking his arm pit. Such a strong taste. Not the bitter taste of deodorant as I would experience later with some of my other clients, but the overwhelming bouquet of man scent. It was the smell at the gym, or in the school locker room, or of one of my buddies after a pick up game of hoops that (I didn’t realize until that moment) always got me horny. As his intoxicating scent got me harder and harder, I went to town on his pit, using my full tongue to swipe the entire surface area of his under arm. He loosened the grip on my head, and eventually began to go back and forth between my nipples, tweaking them and rolling them between his fingers, increasing their irritation and my pleasure. I finally looked up at him breathless, panting with my mouth and cheeks covered in a thin film of my own saliva and his sweat. With one hand, he grabbed a hold of my bottom jaw and shook it slightly, “Good boy, you’re starting to learn your place.” He released my face and gave it a light slap, He gave my right nipple one more pinch and noticed my tenting jock strap. “And you’re getting hard, faggot boy. Let’s see that little pecker of yours. Come on, show it to me. Mister Big Man with the girlfriend…you can show it to her and she’s supposed to be impressed enough to date your ass, show it to me.” I reached down to the side of my jock strap, and for the first time I noticed the outline of his cock down the leg of his sweats. I had been in such a complete state of shock the past five minutes or so, I hadn’t even given a thought to how big his dick was. And he still wasn’t going to give me time to contemplate it, snapping, “Come on, you little cum dump, show me your dick.” I pulled the side of my jock strap aside and my penis popped out, fully erect and hard as a rock. The guy started laughing. He pointed and laughed. Now I know there were other guys in the locker room bigger than me, but my girl friend had never complained. Well, at least not to me, I guess, considering she was supposedly banging my dad. My father’s friend continued to laugh and point, “You call that a dick? That’s a weenie at best, and definitely not a cock. Wait a minute.” He opened a drawer in the island of the kitchen and returned with a measuring tape. “Measure it, pussy boy.” I looked up at him pathetically. “Come on, big man, it looks rock hard to me, ain’t getting any bigger than that. Now’s the time to measure that monster,” he said mockingly. I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well, and I sheepishly took the measuring tape from him. I placed one end at the base of my penis and stretched it as taut as I could to the tip of it. There was a reason I had never measured my package and this was why. Looking up at him, I saw him register the number and bust out laughing. “Five? Five fucking inches? Actually, if you look closely, four and seven-eighths, not even five! Are you joking with that thing? How do you think you’re good for anything BUT taking dick? Who the fuck are you going to satisfy with that tiny thing? Certainly not your girlfriend as we just read. I’m not sure there’s ANY woman that would be able to get off on that. And I can’t imagine a guy with any dignity that would let you top him. You wanna’ see a real dick?” With one gesture, he pulled his sweat pants down to mid-thigh. Out bounced a gigantic piece of meat. He slowly slipped his shirt off to allow me time to take it in. This thing was only semi-hard at this point, but it was thick and juicy, and for as much hair as he had on his torso and powerful arms, his crotch was nice and managed. Not manicured or shaved, but tight and groomed, emphasizing the perfectly shaped mammoth cock bobbing between his thighs, propped up by a pair of lightly haired balls about the size of golf balls so full of the fluid that would be pooled in my guts in less than two hours that they pulled the skin of his scrotum, bowing it in at the top and tapering out where his two baby-makers swung pendulously. I could also finally see the full tattoo in a small area on his pelvic bone, naturally sparse with hair. It was a red and black symbol like the ones in biology class where we put anything contaminated. I couldn't figure out what would make him get that inked on his body unless it was just an intimidating tattoo that matched his dominating persona. I was in the middle of trying to sort out the possibilities when he shoved the tape measure into my hands again. “Measure it.” I stepped forward. “On your knees,” he qualified the position in which I would be measuring his cock. I was shaking as I got to my knees and reach my hands forward to measure his gigantic phallus. I have NEVER touched another guy’s cock before, much less one this huge. I placed the end of the measuring tape at the base of his member causing it to jump slightly from the attention. I startled a bit and lurched back. He chuckled, “It’s not gonna’ bite you. What it’s gonna’ do to you hurts a lot more than biting.” The sadistic grin. I pulled the measuring tape loosely to the tip of him and my eyes got big when I saw the number. “Read it to me, boy.” I looked up, my face just inches from his manhood, the measuring tape still in my hands stretched to an absurd number. “Nine.” “Read it again,” he insisted. “Nine and a quarter,” I read more accurately. “That’s better. And I’ll save you the trouble. It’s seven around, eight at it’s thickest; the thickest being that mushroom head you’re staring at. And that fucker’s not even fully hard yet. You better fix that quick.” With that, he relieved me of the tape measure, throwing it in the open drawer and swung his rod back into my face, slapping me in the cheek with it and making as loud a sound as when he lightly slapped me. The thing had so much heft to it that it actually stung a bit when it smacked my cheek. “So now let’s get on the same page,” he began. “Are you a man?” I looked up into his face. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, demanding an honest response. I looked to his intimidating tool gradually filling with blood and then looked down at my dwarfed boydick that looked more like an enlarged clit when compared to his monster. I pulled the fabric of the jock back over my crotch, hiding my pathetic package and replying, “No, I’m not.” “Am I a man?” “Yes, Sir.” “Why?” “Because you have a big dick.” “That’s right, pussy boy. It’s all about your dick. You need to accept that you don’t have a dick to offer, you have your holes. That means you’re not even a Beta Male, you’re a bottom bitch who services any real man that wants to get off. Understand?” A tear rolled down my face, “Yes, Sir.” “Good bitch. So now, where is my big dick going?" I hated the fact that my ass hole twitched in anticipation, knowing the answer. “It’s going inside of my ass.” “You ever been fucked before?” I swallowed hard, “No.” He smirked, “Well, you’re fucked now.” The sadistic grin. PART 3 COMING SOON.

Thank you both for the intelligent read. You're both right. Of course, this section is called Chem Sex Fiction. Nowhere do I indicate that it's true (or not). In addition, there are quite a few stories in this section that are, in my opinion, offensive, involving cruel, inhumane and non-consensual behavior, often with minors. Again, in my opinion. That said, I've had plenty of people write that they were very much aroused by this story and/or they could relate and identify with the experience. This just confirms that sexuality and fantasies are in the eye of the beholder or, in my case, in my ass. Enjoy and/or Ponder, Everyone. LA Mischief