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Part 3 I had hot dreams about Matty that night. Nasty dreams. I dreamed he took on all his teammates in the locker room. Jock after jock filling his pussy with so much cum it ran down his legs like a river. I dreamed he was in San Diego when the fleet came in, and I pimped him out to horny sailors who roughly fucked him in a sleazy motel. I dreamed he was worshipping his daddy's hard cock, licking it up and down, slathering it with his spit. And when I opened my eyes, I smiled because it wasn't a dream. There was my beautiful boy, between my legs, licking up and down my hard morning wood. I touseled his hair and he looked at me with those big eyes and smiled. Without a word, he reached behind him, and with a small grunt pulled the plug out of his ass. Then he straddled my hips, and slid down on my cock, letting out a little sigh as his asslips ground against my pubes. I grabbed my camera, and snapped a few pics of my boy sitting on my cock. Then I started taking a video. "Tell me what you are son." I whispered. "Tell Daddy what you want." Matty looked right into the camera and smiled as he road his perfectly muscled ass up and down my pole. He licked his red lips, and ran his hands over his chest, pinching his pert little pink nipples as he whispered seductively. "I'm a slut. I'm a cumdump. I need cock in me. Any cock. I need to be used like a whore. I need to be filled with cum. I need men to breed me, use me, fill me with their seed." Matty continued to talk dirty for me as he pinched his nipples harder, obviously turned on by my filming him. He worked my cock with his talented hole as a glistening line of precum leaked out of his own hard cock. And before I knew it, I was pumping a fresh load of sperm up into my baby boys warm hole. He just groaned as he felt my cock flexing in his guts. He started to reach for his cock, but I slapped his hands away. "Never touch your cock without daddy's permission." I repremanded him. "No more masturbating. You will only cum from now on when daddy says you can." "Yes Sir." He moaned in response. Then I pulled him onto my hairy chest. I held him tight against me as I started kissing him. Our tongues rubbed against each other as I began to piss, filling his guts with my morning stream. He moaned deeply as he felt my hot piss deep inside him and feverishly sucked on my tongue. I rolled him over as I grabbed the butt plug, and plugged his leaking hole after I slipped my cock out. I grabbed his hard cock and pulled the foreskin back, exposing his bright pink head. It shone with precum, which I quickly licked off. Then I put my lips around it, and sank down to the base, deep throating my son in one stroke. Matty moaned as my own talented throat worked on his stiff member. I slid up and down his cock and had him squirting in my mouth in no time. He filled it up with a big load, like a young stud should. When I had milked the last bit out, I kissed him again, and we shared his tasty cum. When we finished, I slapped him on the ass and said, "you better go empty yourself. And try not to get that hot ass fucked before you get back." He just laughed as he put on his shorts and sandles and ran out the door. I grabbed my phone and sent the video I had just made to my buddy Brian with the message, "we got a new toy!" It didn't take long for him to respond with, "WTF? No way! Unfucking believable! You lucky son of a bitch!" "Oh we both are lucky my friend," I texted back, "can't wait to share my slut with you!" He sent back a bunch of smiley faces. It was difficult for me to cook breakfast as I watched Matty through the window. He had just returned from a morning run and was doing his morning workout with free weights. Watching his young muscles flex got my cock flexing again. I couldn't believe I was horny again this quick, but my son was magical. As he did squats and lunges, the fabric of his shorts molded to his round ass muscles, perfectly displaying his rock hard globes. I had for forbidden him to wear a jock or underwear. I wondered how it felt for him with the plug up his ass while he worked out. The outline of his semi hard cock through the thin fabric told me the slut enjoyed it. We sat at the table outside as we ate our breakfast, enjoying the fresh mountain morning. Then I had to know how Matty had hooked up with the guy last night. "It's actually pretty easy dad." He said. "I can tell when a guy wants me. There's a certain look they get in their eyes. It's like a predator laying eyes on his prey. Then I give a little show. Flex a bit, stick my ass out a bit, run my hands down my abs. If they're still looking, bingo! Then all I have to do it approach them. It's easier than you think." It figures that my cockhound of a son would have a built in cock sonar, what a whore. "And you know what?" He continued leaning forward, looking me dead in the eyes, "he wasn't the only guy to fuck me since we got here. The day before yesterday, remember when we were fishing, and there was that guy near us, kinda heavy set? I knew he was checking me out. After you left, I stayed behind, then I walked over to him and said, "I know you want to fuck me, follow me." And I headed into the bushes. I knew he'd follow. Men can't resist an easy fuck as hot as me. Then I dropped my shorts and bent over a log and waited. It didn't take long before he was behind me. He just stuck it in and pounded me fast and shot quickly. Then I just pulled up my shorts, said thanks, and walked away." My cock ached as Matty told me this. His pure sluttyness made me want to bend him over the table and fuck him right now. But then I noticed him looking past me. "See that guy walking over there? He's the guy who fucked me last night." I turned and saw a nice looking man, tall, thin, probably about 35, walking down a gravel path. I jumped up and went over too him. "How's it going buddy?" I asked, casually putting my arm around his shoulder. He mumbled a response back, not sure why this stranger was touching him. "So, uh, how'd you like fucking my son last night?" " Whoa, hey man..." He started, trying to pull away. I just gripped his shoulders harder. "No, no, no. It's ok dude. My sons a hot piece of ass. I fucked him right after you did." The guy looked at me with a shocked face, and I continued. "He wants more of your cock, and I want to watch you breed that little slut." The guy looked a bit more relaxed as he said, "right now? I mean, my wife and kids...." " No, no. Later. Think you can get away around 3? The boy really loved your cock." "Yeah man, I think I can manage that. I'll find some excuse to slip away." "Right on." I said, patting his shoulders, "see you around 3." I walked back to our table with a big grin on my face. "Well son, daddy set up his first fuck for you. He'll be over around three. Now, I want you to find the other guy, and get him over here too." "Yes Sir." He replied with a big grin. "I'm so glad you found out my secret dad." "Me too slut." I said, giving him a little kiss. After breakfast, Matty took off and came back half an hour later, smiling. "It's a go daddy. He'll be here too." I smiled and patted my boys ass. "That's a good whore. Daddy can't wait." And I could hardly wait. The anticipation of watching my son take cock for the first time had me semi erect all afternoon. Finally, about ten to three, there was a knock on the door. It was the guy from the beach. A middle aged balding man with a moustache. Not much too look at, but looks didn't matter as long as he fucked my son. Matty dropped his shorts and layed face down on the bed, his legs hanging over the end as I sat at the top of the bed, watching. I could tell the man was nervous as he dropped his own shorts, revealing an average dick. Without a word he stuck it in my boy and just started fucking. Matty moaned and groaned to encourage the man, and in just a couple of minutes, he was huffing and puffing as he came in my sons ass. Then he simply pulled his shorts up, mumbled a thanks, and left. I stuck a couple of fingers in Matty's hole, feeling the warm slickness of his just fucked chute. Then I put them in his mouth and he sucked the juices right off of them. It was about 20 minutes later when there was another knock on the camper door. I opened the door as Matty lounged seductively on the bed, and let the tall thin man in. He grinned as he looked at the slut waiting for him. "I've got some time." He said as he slowly stripped. "Told the wife I was going on a hike. She took the kids swimming. I've been thinking about that ass since last night." He pulled down his boxer briefs to reveal an almost hard dick. I could tell it was big, bigger than mine. Tall thin guys always have the biggest cocks. As his stiffened, I could tell it was at least nine inches, and really thick. Matty just licked his lips like a hungry whore as he eyed the piece of meet in front of him. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a little brown bottle. The man walked up to the bed and grabbed Matty's ankles, pulling him down, then flipping him over, getting him into doggy position. My son looked so hot like that, the smooth whiteness of his round glutes contrasted nicely with his narrow, tanned waist. The man touched Matty's hole and felt the wetness. "You got a load up there already?" He asked. "Yes Sir." Replied Matty, looking back at him over his shoulder. "Is it yours?" He asked, looking at me. I just shook my head no. "Oh that's fucking hot dude. Nasty little slut." The man placed his cockhead at the entrance to Matty's pussy. I grabbed my phone, and the man looked concerned. "Don't worry," I assured him. "No faces." He relaxed as Matty took several long hits of poppers. Then the man grabbed his slender hips and pushed his fat cock into my son in one slow, steady push until he was in balls deep. "Ah fuck!" Matty cried out. "It's so fucking big!" He took a few more poppers hits as the man pulled his cock completely out. Then, he slammed it all the way back in as Matty let out a long, loud groan. "Oh yea you slut! Your pussy's so fucking wet. Take that cock. It's a big fucking cock and you love it! I'm gonna fuck you like I couldn't do last night! Take it you fucking bitch!" The man pounded his big cock into my son over and over and over, pulling it almost all the way out, then slamming it balls deep. Matty whimpered and moaned as his ass got pummeled and he begged for more. "Oh yea, fuck me man! Give it to me! Oh fuck it feels so good! Come on man, rape me!" "That's right whore! Fucking take it you fucking nasty slut!" The man continued his verbal assault on my boy as he fucked him mercilessly. And Matty just begged for more. Finally the man grabbed Matty's hair and pulled his head back as buried his bone and shook. "Oh yea! Take my cum you fucking cumdump! You worthless stupid cunt! Take my fucking seed bitch!" The man collapsed on Matty's back as he caught his breath from his brutal fuck. Then he pulled out and rolled over onto his back. Matty dove on his cock as he knew he should, and cleaned off the cum and ass juices. The man reached for his shorts and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Do you mind?" He asked, looking at me. "No, go ahead, you earned it. That was so fucking hot." "I tell ya, that boy has got one sweet fucking hole. Goddamn. I haven't fucked like that in a long time. After three kids, my wife's pussy just isn't that tight, and she won't let me touch her ass." He took a drag on his cig as he looked at me. "So is he really your son?" "Swear to God. Unless my wife lied." I laughed. "So fucking hot. He looks a bit like my son. I've been dreaming about him. He's 16. I can't wait till he's 18. I hope I can get in his sweet little ass then. You want to pretend you're my son?" He asked, looking at Matty. "Sure." My boy replied. "Why don't you fuck him." Said the man looking at me. "I need to recover. Then I'll fuck him again. Would you like that Tyler?" He asked, looking at my son. "Would you like this nice man to put his dick in your pretty little pink hole? Do you want to be a little whore for daddy?" "Oh yes daddy." Replied Matty, playing along. "I want this man's dick in me. I want him to fuck me daddy." "That's a good boy Tyler. Daddy likes to hear that. Daddy wants to have a nice little slutty son of his own. Now breathe these in for me." He placed the bottle under Matty's nose and made him take 4 long hits under each nostril. I could tell by his breathing that Matty was flying high. "That a good boy Tyler. Daddy likes his little popper slut. Now let the nice man into your little boy hole." I slid my aching cock into Matty's sloppy, wet hole. I was so turned on by this roleplay, and knowing my boy had two fresh loads in him. I started fucking him slowly, not wanting to cum too fast. "Oh yea," said the man as he huffed the poppers himself. "That's it Tyler. That's a good boy. Take that cock son. Make daddy happy. Show daddy your a little whore." Matty just moaned as I pumped my cock in and out of him. "Your such a good whore Tyler. Daddy likes that. Daddy wants to make you the pussy his mommy isn't anymore." The man pulled Matty by his hair onto his soft cock. "Suck me Tyler. Suck daddy's cock. Get daddy hard boy. Daddy's gonna fuck you after that nice man gives you his cum. Would you like that boy? You want daddy's big cock back in your sweet little boy hole?" "Oh yes." Matty moaned with the cock in his mouth. "I want your big daddy cock in my nasty little boy cunt." This hot roleplay had me so worked up, I couldn't hold my orgasm back anymore. I grabbed my sons hips and went as deep as I could, adding another load into his willing guts. "Do you like that Tyler? Do you like that man dumping his come into you? Do you like being a cumdump for daddy?" The man asked. "Oh yes," moaned my son. "Please give me more daddy." I pulled out as my son rolled on his back, spreading his legs. Cum oozed out of his slightly gaping pink hairless hole. I snapped a few pics before the man moved between his legs. He hit the bottle a few more times before putting it under my sons nose again. "That's it Tyler. Hit it for daddy. Daddy likes a little poppered up slut." Then he slid his big cock back into my boy. Matty groaned deeply as he smiled, loving having that big pole back in him. The man leaned down into his ear. "That's it son. That's my boy. Take daddy's cock. Daddy likes his boys cum filled pussy. It feels so good Tyler. Daddy's so happy to be fucking his little boy." Then he started kissing my son. Matty wrapped his arms and legs around the man, holding tightly to him while they passionately kissed. They made out and fucked for probably 15 minutes before the man started filling my son with another load of hot cum. Then they broke apart from the kiss, and the man started stroking Matty's rock hard cock. "Cum for me Tyler. Daddy wants to see his little boy shoot." Matty was so aroused, it only took a couple of strokes before he shot another big load of teenage cum all over his face and chest. The man bent down and licked him clean. We sat around for a bit, basking in the after glow of sex, the man smoking another cigarette. "That was amazing." He said. "Thank you so much for that. You have no idea." "Oh I think we do." I said, tenderly kissing my son. "I'm glad my little slut pleased you." "Oh, he did. He's awesome. Can I come back tonight?" "Of course!" Answered Matty. "You can fuck me anytime!" We laughed at my greedy slut boy as the man got dressed and left. And he did return during the night for another hot roleplay fuck, ending with Matty having 3 more loads of cum being dumped into him. Before he left, we got his phone number, as he lived about an hour away from us. The next morning, as we were breaking down camp, the man came walking down the road with his son. He gave us a wave as they walked past. His son did look like a younger, skinnier version of Matty. And two years later, we were with the man again as we took turns fucking Tyler. Even Matty who never tops fucked that sweet young man. But that's another story.

8. “So pig the only choice you get tonight is whose cock do you want to sit on first. Now I know you love how my dick feels in your cunt but this is about proving what a whore cunt you are, so loyalty won’t win you any points.” I stood now in the center of the circle surrounded by six men including Sir. They all sat looking at me, their legs spread wide, slowly stroking their cocks. Sir had collected all types of me. Directly next to Sir sat a massively built black man, he had the sort of body that I would have expected from a football player. His thick cock glistened with precum, and made my mouth water. Next to him was a thin twinky looking guy, maybe 25, with sandy blond hair, long thing limbs, and a cute angular face. The only body hair he had was a small brown tuft right in the middle of his chest between his two pierced nipples. His cock however was a god damn baby arm, and as I looked at him he shook it at me. Beside the twink was the quintessential daddy. Salt and pepper hair, slight gut, thick dark body hair all over him, and a fat uncut cock that almost looked wider than it was long. Then came the short Hispanic guy. Stocky and muscular, with an angular face, and broad brown nipples, he was playing with the ample foreskin that hid a broad looking mushroom head. The last guy was a handsome square jawed all American looking guy probably in his late 20’s maybe early 30s. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his carefully sculpted body sported thick brown hair that was carefully groomed to show off his muscles best. He pulled the foreskin down over the head of his cock and licked his lips as I looked at him. I wanted all of them, I wanted all of them right then! I couldn’t choose. “Well boy, take a fucking seat already,” Sir barked, and I panicked. I turned and presented my ass to the Hispanic guy. He grabbed my waist with rough hands and guided my ass towards his hard cock. I heard him spit on his cock quickly, not that my hole really needed any more lube, and then I felt his cock head press against me. My hole bloomed open with no problem. I swallowed his cock and quickly found myself sitting square on his lap, his pubes ticking my ass cheeks. I started to bounce. The Hispanic man growled his appreciation as the other men started to egg me on. I slammed my ass up and down, and soon the sticky squelching sound from my cum filled hole was the only thing I could hear. Just as I started to lose myself in the rhythm of riding this man’s cock he shoved me off. I lost my balance and stumbled towards the beefy black man. He caught me by the shoulders, spun me around and dropped me onto his nearly foot long cock. I gasped a little as it slammed past my second hole reaching right up into my guts. Again, I started to ride, using all of the strength in my legs to lift my ass up as high as I could on his cock. I flexed my tired cunt muscles around his meaty shaft trying to milk the cum from him. And again right when I was really starting to feel the flow he pushed me off and sent me to the next guy. They all had a turn like this, grabbing me and pulling me to them, making me ride their cocks and then shoving me back into the middle of the circle. I was nothing but a toy to be shared. Sometime around the twink shoving his cock in me for the second time I realized that I had drifted into a new headspace. I had lost the real lust for any kind of satisfaction for myself, all I wanted was to make them feel good. I had, without realizing that I had done it, accepted that this was my real role in life. I was a cumdump sure, but more than that, I was a faggot cunt. My whole purpose was to get men off, to give them sexual pleasure. My cock was no longer hard in the cage but the pouch of my jock was soaked through with precum. I was happier than I had ever been. I hadn’t noticed the jock getting down on the floor till the twink pushed me up and told me to ride the jock. I squatted over him, feeling my hole gape open as I did. I sat down on his uncut cock and started to grind on it hard. I felt a hand push me forward so I was flat against the jock with his cock lodged deep inside me. There was a pressure on my hole and looking over my shoulder I saw the daddy trying to get his cock in alongside the jock. After all the abuse my hole had taken over the past two days it really didn’t take much before my hole gave out and swallowed the daddy as well. I whimpered into the jock’s shoulder, my body going slack in his arms. I gave myself over to being destroyed as the daddy started to hammer my hole. “Fuck I’m gonna cum. You want this dirty load cunt?” the daddy shouted and he pounded me. “Yes please Sir! Breed me.” “Here you go bitch,” He slammed balls deep inside me and shot his load all over the jocks quivering dick deep inside my guts. The daddy pulled out and I made to get up but felt another hand on my back. It was the black guy. Using the daddy’s load a lube he started to double fuck me as well. “Im gonna bred your stupid cunt. Fucking take my seed.” Then came the twink, then the Hispanic guy, and the Sir, all of them double fucked me with the jock and he held me in place and added their load to my ruined pussy. After Sir pulled out the jock smiled at me. “Get on all fours boy.” My body was sore and stiff, but I sat up and scrambled onto my hands and knees. The jock got up off the floor and knelt behind me. He started to probe my hole with his fingers, I think he started with three. He soon had four inside me working me open. Then he changed the shape of his hand and started to work his thumb in, his knuckles banging against my hole. The six big cocks that had all just been inside me had really broken my hole down and without much effort my hole suddenly swallowed the jocks fist. The men watching around me whooped with appreciation and I gasped, giggled and then pushed myself back on the jock’s fist. “Look at this fucking cunt. You ever been fisted before pig?” “No Sir!” “Damn. This hole really is made for being used if you just took your first fist that easily. You think you can take my cock and my fist boy?” “Please Sir!” “Good answer.” The jock shifted positions behind me to get his cock closer to my hole. He slowly pulled his hand from my hole and then pushed it back in. He did this several more times, making sure to really stretch me with the widest part of his knuckles. It was like riding the plug only ten times hotter. Then I felt him start to push his cock in as well. I groaned and begged. I push my ass back towards him. My body was shaking as the full length of his cock sank into my overstuffed hole. I felt him close his fist around his cock, and then start to fuck his fist inside of me. He was jerking off inside my cunt. I was begging for his load. I needed it. The only thing I wanted out of sex now was to be rewarded for my hard work with loads. The jock did not disappoint. Soon his breathing changed and then with a yell he started to pump ropes of cum inside me. He shook as his orgasm finished and pulled his cock from my hole and then his hand. Sir appeared kneeling in front of me as I half collapsed, no longer being held up by the hand inside me. “Good job pig. We’ll give you a few minutes to rest and then see if any of the boys here want to try anything else with you.” He smiled, grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, before standing up and letting my fall to the floor, an exhausted cum

Part 6 Just after I had just deposited my third load of cum inside Bruce I collapsed on top of him as I tried to catch my breath. As we both lay there on my bed I looked into the camera I had hidden in my bedroom knowing Steven was watching as smiled. The next part of Bruce’s corruption was about to be put into motion. Almost on cue my phone rang. I knew it would be Steven and one exactly what to say to her this chic to the next step. As I continued to feed Bruce smoke from my pipe I answered, “Hi mom…………..I’m sorry to hear you’re not feeling well………..ok…………I may not be here when you get home……………..bye.” I looked at Bruce just as he was taking his 6th hit from the pipe and said, Mom will be home in about 20 minutes, she’s got a migraine. If you want to keep the party going I have a friend that is always open to having guys over.” Bruce blew out a huge cloud with an enthusiastic “Yes, let’s go.” We grabbed our clothes from by the pool and I drove us let to Steven's condo. Not much was said as we drove over to Steven's except Bruce telling me “That's only the third time I've bottomed but it's the first time it didn’t hurt like hell.” I knew it was risky, but I told Bruce, “Keep hitting that pipe bro, you’ll need that for my friend Steven.” We arrived at Steven's building, went up to his floor and, like the first time I came here, the for was unlocked. Like that first I met him he was sitting on the couch naked with his hard cock pointing up. Bruce’s eyes were transfixed on Steven's massive cock leaving me to think if he was wondering how it was going to for inside him or was he thinking that he couldn’t wait to get that massive cock inside his hungry hole. Steven held up a full rig and told Bruce, “Not to worry my new pig, this will help you discover your hidden talents. Now strip and get ready to go into the stratosphere.” Bruce was so high from the smoking he did on the drive over to Steven's to understand everything Steven had said to him when he quickly removed he board shorts and t-shirt. I’m pretty sir Bruce was clueless as Steven tied off his arm and quickly administer three entire slam. As Steven pushed the plunger I could tell that the slam was very thick meaning that it was very concentrated. When he released the tourniquet I Bruce was going to be seriously fucking high. He coughed so hard Steven had no problem getting him to sit his ass down on to his cock. Steven began fucking Bruce while he was still coughing and trying too figure out what was going on as he was experiencing his first rush. I could tell when Steven delivered his first load as he picked up the second point on the table next to him. I noticed a third prepared point which Steven indicated I should use letting me know me has friends over. I picked up the point and slammed myself just as a few guys joined us in the living room. As I coughed out I noticed that Steven had Bruce on all fours so that he could suck cock while getting fucked. I knew what was expected as I took a cock down my throat while another guy rimmed my ass.

I was on hiatus for a couple of months after my last STI treatment, discovering that my viral load had increased and that I was no longer undetectable. I was really weighing whether or not I should continue with my lifestyle choice of being a cumdump. Yet the urge in me remained. I felt like I had lost the part of me that I had spent two years discovering after YEARS of repressing my desires. Crazy to think that repressing my need to be a cumdump felt like chopping off my arm. I thought about returning back to an occasional one on one bareback hook up, but there is a sense of purpose in me that feels fulfilled when I open my hole up to be used. Over the past few years I’ve come to accept that ANY man has the right to use my hole. So on a recent trip to Germany I went back to my wonderful ways and I offered my hole up to ALL takers. Things started off pretty slow. The first night I went to a sex party at a bar called CDL. I’ve never been there before and wanted to try it out. It was naked night which worked for me. I grabbed a beer from the small bar at the front and started to explore the back play space. It wasn’t too large; just some cubbies in a couple of areas with those thin sex club mattresses. About 10 men were cruising the space. Perhaps because it was a Thursday night. I decided to display myself on one of the mattresses with my ass up and ready. It didn’t take too long before a top decided to take the bait. He was Spanish looking with a little larger than average cock that had a Prince Albert. It took a little work to get him in since I hadn’t gotten fucked for a couple of months, but once he was there he started using my hole. He was a thruster and a pounder, pushing me down on the mattress and shoving a pillow under my legs so he could access my hole better. His Prince Albert felt SOOO good sliding against the walls of my hole. He switched directions several times to experience a different part of my hole stretching it out to accommodate his needs. By the end of 30 minutes, I was begging to feel his smooth silky cum coat the walls of my hole. He thrust harder pulling completely out and slamming back in; the Prince Albert sliding in and out past the outer rim of my hole till with a groan he thrust deep in me and unloaded. Good start to my return as I cumdump! Got opened up nicely AND loaded! I hadn’t realized it but there had been another guy watching us who jumped on as soon as Prince Albert left. He was a quick cummer and lasted for five minutes of repetitive thrusts. He squeezed me at the end and kissed me with his bad breath. I was beginning to feel the sense of exhilaration that comes from my hole being used as a cumdump. I knew I didn’t care that the last guy was older, unattractive and sure didn’t know how to fuck. I was embracing the need and desire to be used over and over again. End of part one. Part two the journey continues.

Part 1 It was the middle of the night and I awoke to the sounds of my son Matthew fumbling in the dark trying to find his flip-flops in our dark rv. "Sorry, Dad. I gotta go take a shit," he remarked as he slid his feet into his sandals, heading out the door. This was not unusual, as the campground where we were staying didn't have hookups, so we used the camp toilets which were really just outhouses. It was also not unusual for him to run off shirtless. He hardly ever wore a shirt unless absolutely necessary, but I certainly understood his aversion to shirts: at just one month shy of 20, he was in his prime. He had just finished his freshman year at university where he was on the football team. Not that he had actually played any games yet, but he still had to train hard, and keep fit. And boy did he. At 6'2", he was a tight 190 lbs of head-turning perfection. All the ladies drooled over his curly brown hair, which he kept a respectable shaggy length. His profile showed a strong nose, a stronger jawline, and plump lips that were absolutely enticing. In addition his broad he sported tan, wide shoulders, chiseled, smooth pecs, a narrow waist, perfectly formed, round ass, oh, and his strong legs were lightly covered in dark hair. The only other hair on his body was a light treasure trail, and his dark, bushy pits. His facial hair hadn't really started coming in very heavy, and he still had rosy cheeks which suggested a boyish glow to his face. Then his eyes. Oh my gosh, his big blue eyes framed in thick dark lashes. His mother's eyes. That's what drew me to her first, so many years ago. But how times change. She's still a wonderful person, we just are more like friends now. Still married, just cause it's easier financially, but that's it. The sex ended years ago, and we've had separate bedrooms for quite a while. She says I snore too loud. Of course it doesn't help that she put on a hundred pounds since our wedding. But I do have my sexual releases. Unkown to my wife, I've always been bisexual, and have had a long time fling with my best friend Brian down the street. We keep each other satisfied. Me? Well, I'm not too bad for 43. I'm six feet, and weigh in at 195 pounds. I work out, usually with Matthew, but still am treading the dad bod territory a bit. My salt and pepper hair and distinguished beard certainly help me. I was in the army for 20 years stationed right here, so I receive a pension, and in addition I sell cars. So all in all, things are pretty good. Matthew still lives at home, which I like, if only as it saves money. Matthew was never much of a party kid, instead he was a genuinely pleasant kid, which meant we gave him all the freedom he wants. Living in our basement bedroom, Matthew uses a private entrance to the basement, and we don't frown on his friends staying over. My wife never joins us on our camping trips, she hates it, so it's always been something special my son and I do. I have always treasured our trips, especially now he's almost a grown man. "Dammit," I mumbled to myself. "The fucking power of suggestion. Now I gotta shit!" I grumbled as I put my own flip-flops on and headed into the night, but not before I pulling on a shirt. Walking down the gravel path toward the shitters, I enjoyed the pure peace of a mountain night, however as the outhouses came into sight, I could hear whispering. Specifically, I heard two male voices. Now, at first glance that wouldn't be unusual, although the hour was very late, but when I realized the conversation was occurring within the outhouses, and further realized I wasn't really hearing a dialogue, but rather I was hearing grunting, and panting. You know: sex sounds. When I reached the toilets, I definitely heard a man ask "Yeah, you like that you little slut? You like taking that cock like a bitch?" And I heard another man say, "Yeah, fuck me. I AM a nasty slut! I want your cum in my ass!" IT WAS MATTHEW!! Oh my fucking God! My son was getting dicked in a dirty, smelly outhouse! I froze, not knowing what to do. Should I bang on the door? Should I slip away? My heart pounded as I tried to quickly digest what was happening. My little boy, my Matthew, was getting fucked by a total stranger. And he was liking it. No, he was LOVING it!! He was begging for it. The man fucking him was calling him nasty, degrading things, and my son was pleading for more! I couldn't move, I was transfixed. It was like a car wreck, I couldn't turn away. Then I realized, I didn't WANT to turn away. My cock was rock hard in my shorts. What the fuck? Listening to my son get used turned me on? I had never thought of my son like that! Sure, I could recognize his physical beauty, but I never thought of him sexually. Now that's ALL I could think about. Imagining what he looked like right now, taking a cock up his ass made my own cock ache. Listening to their filthy talk and animal noises made me want to join them. I wanted to be the one fucking Matthew right now! I could hear the man say, "I'm gonna cum slut. Gonna fill you up with a huge load!" Then Matthew begging for it. "Oh fuck yeah! Breed me! I'm a fucking cumdump. That's what I'm for!" That's when I high-tailed it back to our rv, shit or no shit. But before I was out of hearing range I heard the top grunt as he shot his load into my son's hole, to which Matthew moaned in appreciation as his guts were filled with sperm. Now out of breath and my heart racing, I jumped into our rv, kicked-off my sandals as I decided how I would respond to what I had learned. Should I confront him? Should I pretend nothing had happened? While I recognized ignoring what I learned would be the course most parents would take, a voice in my mind suggested 'This could be a golden opportunity. You have the power over him right now'. I had to ask myself, however, if that was what I wanted, recognizing Matthew could freak-out, permanently damaging our relationship, but I also considered Matthew had begged that strange man to use him. "Fuck it!" I thought, as I ripped off my shorts and climbed under my covers, "my son is obviously a cock hungry slut!" Some ten minutes passed before Matthew finally returned, long enough for my breathing and heart rate to return to normal, but not long enough to lose my hardon, or my nerve. "Everything come out okay, son?" I asked as he climbed inside. "Huh, oh, yeah. Just a little constipated, you know," he replied kicking off his flip-flops and crawling under his blankets on our bed. I could smell the sex on him and my cock ached more. "Good night, Dad," he murmured as he lay facing away from me. I waited a few seconds, then inched closer to him. I could feel him tense up as I pulled his blanket up and pulled mine off. The smell of fresh sperm hit me like a mac truck, making my dick pulse. I slid my body next to his as he froze in fear, not sure what to expect. I leaned into his ear as I touched the wet spot where cum had leaked out and whispered, "I know." "Dad......"he started to say. "Shh shh shh," I silenced him, as I pulled the elastic waist band of his shorts down. "It's okay, Matty. Daddy's not mad that you're a little cockwhore." I lightly rubbed his freshly fucked assring, feeling the slimy goo. Matthew moaned a little bit. "Daddy's just disappointed he didn't get it first," slipping two fingers into my son. He moaned a tad louder, so I let him know "But it's okay. Daddy loves sloppy seconds." I slid my fingers into his mouth so he could taste his ass. Then I instructed "Now, pull down your shorts." Matthew complied, removing his shorts, revealing his own throbbing erection. He may have his mother's eyes, but he has his daddy's dick. Before now, I had never seen it erect, but it was a carbon copy of mine. Not thick, but about eight inches long, uncircumcised, and with a wicked curve that could hit all the places inside. "Did you cum?" He shook his head yes, unable to speak. "And you're rock hard again? I guess you truly are a slut." He just shook his head again. I pulled back my foreskin and placed the head of my cock against his wet hole. "Good," I said as I slid my cock slowly into my son. "Daddy wants his little boy to be a good slut for him." Matthew moaned in approval as I buried my bone all the way in his warm, wet, hungry fuck chute, pressing it hard into his prostate. I just held it there as I whispered, "no more secrets." "No more secrets," Matthew returned. I began to saw my cock in and out of my boy's hungry pussy, pushing hard into his prostate as he let out little grunts and moans, obviously loving that his Dad was finally fucking his slutty hole. He reached to jerk his erect cock, but I slapped his hands away, growling into his ear, "No, don't touch your cock, boy until I tell you to." "I'm sorry Sir." He whispered. His natural submissiveness only made my cock swell more in his ass. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his hands and squeezed him tight against my body. He squeezed my hands back as he squeezed his glorious asslips around my cock, eliciting a throaty growl from deep inside me. My son definitely had a talented cunt. I knew I wasn't going to last long with his man pussy milking my cock, as I slid in and out of his cum slick chute. Knowing another man's cock had just been in my son, fucking him, using him, cumming in him was too much for my brain to handle. I knew I was close. "Tell me what you want son," I whispered in his ear, "tell your Dad what his nasty, slutty, cumdump of a son wants. Tell me what you are, boy." "I want your cum, Daddy," he whispered back in short gasps as I pounded his prostate hard. "I want you to use me as a cum receptacle. I was born to be fucked and used. I'm a slut, Dad, I'm just a cumdump. Shoot your load in my ass, Dad. Do it. I want your seed in me." That did it. Hearing my son begging for my load pushed me over the edge. I buried my cock as deep as I could in my boy and let out a long, deep moan as my dick throbbed and flexed, pumping what I knew was a huge load into my slut's guts, mixing with the load the other man dumped in him not even a half hour earlier. "Oh Matty," I moaned as his ass muscles milked all the cum out of me. "Daddy's going to be using this hole a lot from now on." "Yessssss," he softly hissed in reply.

I definitely appreciate cumdumps, regardless of the circumstances or setting. Especially in the rural area where I live, part of my own mission as a Top includes finding and rewarding any/all slutty btms that are available.

Well, there isn't really a part 2 to this story as it was a one off incident. After this I went back to my normal "don't ask, don't tell" approach. But there have been a few more occasions I have deliberately taken an unmedicated positive load up my arse - I might post a few of those stories in this thread?

Part 33 - The Honeymoon Daniel was sitting with the reservations manager Ella as they looked over the list of arrivals for the day, he glanced at the Royal Orchid arrivals instantly picking up on the name Mark Davenport and Ben Midler-Warren staying two weeks and smiling as he knew it could only be a gay couple, Jordan walked in and gave Daniel a kiss before sitting down as Ella was googling Mark Davenport, she looked up and said good morning to Jordan before telling them that Mark Davenport was the son of Madeline and David Davenport, Daniel didn't reallt recognise the name. "You say Mark Davenport is their son?" Daniel asked Ella. She nodded "Yes, apparently he married a Ben Midler-Warren yesterday according to Hello" she turned the laptop round. "Oh yes they live in LA" Jordan said "and they own the Liongate mansion" he continued. Daniel looked on perplexed "You have lost me what does that mean?" he asked. "One of the most expensive properties in Bel Air" he said looking at the laptop "cute couple as well". Daniel stood and leaned over his shoulder "Oh yeah, can we give them the Orchid Salinger 2?" he asked Ella. She checked through the occupancy list "Yes we can upgrade them it's free for the next two weeks". Daniel looked over the booking figures going forward "Were running 98% capacity for the next 4 months". Ella scanned her sheets "Yes, we should stop sell until May otherwise we can't get rooms maintained properly". "Good idea can you do that this morning Ella?" Daniel asked and she nodded "Good that's it for today". Ella stood up "I will let you know when the Salinger 2 guests land at the airport". "Thank you Ella. Jordy fancy a swim before breakfast?" Daniel asked standing up. Jordan smiled "Good idea, I think Nicky, Kit and the kids are down at the beach as well". Nicky sat at the waters edge as Daniel and Jordan came down to swim she was busy reading the news on her phone enjoying some down time from her filming schedule whilst Kit was swimming with the children. "Morning boys" She looked up as Daniel sat next to her. Jordan waded in the water "Anything interesting in the news?" he asked her. "Not really just some gossip about a guy whose mother I sort of know of, he got married yesterday" Nick replied. "Who don't you know Nicky" Jordan laughed "Who is it anyone famous?". "Just the Bel Air Davenport family, their son apparently married his boyfriend" she said showing Jordan the picture. Daniel looked at her "Mark Davenport?" he asked. "Yes, do you know him?" Nicky asked scrolling through the article. Daniel shook his head "No but we will, they arrive here today". "Thats a coup" Nicky said "having a Davenport stay here is big news". "How so?" Daniel asked looking at her. Nicky laughed "When you have their sort of money you don't stay in hotels". Daniel stood up "Quite excited to meet them, coming for a swim Nicky?". "Yes" she stood and Cael walked over to her to take her phone. Ben was slightly worried as he felt he didn't have enough clothes to wear for the holiday but David said he would get Canali to send some shirts and trousers out to the hotel in a couple of days. Their flight would take them via Miami and as luck would have it Franco and his family were booked on the same Miami flight and Joaquim was rostered on it as well. Everyone was up to see Mark and Ben off which turned out to be a very emotional send off, they knew that they would probably return to Larchmont to pack their things before finally moving to LA and Ethan felt it more than anyone. Ethan held on to Mark "It's going to be strange not having you both around" he said hugging him tighter. "I promise we will visit often Ethan and you have to come out here as well" Mark said kissing his head. "Filthy robbing bastard" Tony said from the back of the group looking at his phone. Angelo went over "What's happened Tony?" he asked as Adam came over to see as well. Tony shook his head "Our landlord just put up our rent by $100 from next week". Adam looked at him "Oh come on he can't just do that surely" he said looking worried. Mark hearing the conversation smiled and went to his flight bag "Here" he said to Tony handing him some keys. Tony looked confusingly at him "What are these for?" he said. "Our house in Larchmont, we don't need a house there just somewhere to stay" Mark told him. Tony shook his head "No Mark that's no necessary we will find somewhere else" and Adam nodded in agreement. "Consider it our wedding gift to you both, we help each other always remember that" Mark replied. Tony didn't know what to say "Are you sure Mark?" he asked. Mark kissed him "Absolutely we will sort everything out when we get back". Adam came over and kissed him "Thank you Mark I don't know how we can ever repay you". Margarite came over and kissed Ben "I am going to miss you both and our lunches" she said tearing up. "Don't worry, we will see each other" Ben reassured his mother. She looked at Mark "Look after him" Margarite kissed Mark and Steven said goodbye to them both with sincerity. Adam knew by the look Mark gave him that he expected nothing in return at being given the house in Larchmont. Ben, Mark and Franco finally got in to the limo and pulled away from Liongate, Maddy walked up to Angelo and Ethan telling them that she would make sure they visited often. Franco got upgraded to first class again and sat opposite Mark and Ben, Joaquim was over excited as he had never had Concierge Club members on his flight since members of this club were few and far between and it usually meant exceptional scrutiny was paid over the flight operation and service. As usual the captain came out of the flight deck mid flight to introduce himself to Mark and Ben who in turn praised the cabin service manager Joaquim for the exceptional service they were receiving, the captain promised to file this praise in his flight report. Angelo went off to find David and eventually found him in the gym towelling down from his workout in between their guests leaving. Angelo reminded him that he wanted to speak to him about the offer to buy the company. David put the towel around his neck and suggested they go sit on the terrace to have their chat. David sat down opposite Angelo "So tell me what is going on with this guy?". "Well he wants in on my company but I don't know, I mean I want to grow it" Angelo said looking pensively. "I see" David said "Well you have several options open to you, sell, don't sell or invest" he replied. Angelo looked up "Invest?" he asked. David nodded "Sell him half the company and you retain half that way you can be involved". "Right, so you think I should go down the investment route?" Angelo asked looking for advice. David smiled "Well at least look at it and see what offer he tables before making a decision". "I think I will" Angelo said looking as if a burden had been lifted. "Get a good lawyer, if he keeps offering to buy in he must be keen at any price" David informed Angelo. Angelo could see how it made sense and thought about getting Ethan's father to help him out. He called Raffa and said he was ready to talk about investment opportunity but not a total buy out, as he hung up from the call he told David that they had a meeting set up next week to begin negotiations and that Raffa wanted to expand the company but keep it separate as he saw massive potential on both the east and west coast. David stood up and walked Angelo back to the house telling him that a west coast opportunity may be a good thing, Angelo smiled knowing what David was hinting at. After landing they quickly said good bye to Franco as the Concierge Club car was waiting to take them to the connecting flight, by now Ben was looking forward to arriving for the first time in Barbados. The flight banked left on it's approach and Ben saw the lights of Bridgetown clearly and the white sands of the numerous beach as they tracked along the south west coast before banking left again for the final approach and landing. The heat filled the cabin as the door was opened to the evening tropical air and Ben felt like he had arrived in heaven as his body was bathed in the humidity. The airline representative escorted them through immigration and baggage claim where they found a Salinger uniformed driver waiting in the arrivals hall for them. The cool air conditioned limousine was a welcome break from the heat as they settled down. Ben smiled at the numerous palm trees wafting in the darkness as they set off hearing the driver calling ahead to the hotel of their impending arrival. It was already 8pm and both were feeling the effects of travelling all day but the excitement was keeping Ben awake as the limo turned off the main road approaching the security gate and the illuminated driveway leading up to the sweeping hotel entrance and fountain. The limo turned off and went through to a private courtyard where it came to a stop. "Here they come" Jordan called out to Daniel who was talking with his mother on the phone. Daniel rushed over "Final permits are signed we start full construction on the new Orchid wing next week". "Great we do need more rooms at this rate" Jordan said as stepped down towards the limo. "Good Evening Mr Davenport, Mr Midler-Warren welcome to the Salinger Barbados Retreat" Jordan said holding out his hand. Mark took one look and almost wanted to kiss him "Good evening thank you" he shook his hand. "I'm Jordan and this is Daniel your hotel managers, we trust you had a good journey" he asked. Ben shook hands with Jordan noticing the tattoos under the shirt along with the defined muscle "Hi great place". Daniel laughed "Hello Mr Midler-Warren and thank you, I hope you will like your suite, please follow us". Ben looked at Mark who was already looking at him grinning and Ben mouthed the word 'What the fuck' causing Mark to burst out laughing as they followed Jordan and Daniel inside and through the exquisitely designed reception area where the butler took their hand luggage and walked behind them through the lounge. They could hear some gasps and whispers 'That's Mark and Ben Davenport' as they passed through the private entrance to the Orchid Salinger 1 and 2 suites. "I hope you don't mind but we upgraded you to the owner suite Orchid Salinger 2" Daniel said holding the door open. Ben looked at Daniel and smiled "Is it different then?". Daniel chuckled and already decided he liked Ben "It's private and bigger with it's own pool and private Butler". "Just the one butler?" Ben said passing by Daniel giggling. Jordan opened the suite door "Please come through" he looked at Daniel "Stop flirting" he said smiling. Daniel allowed the butler through "Could he be any cuter" he said quietly as Jordan shook his head stifling a laugh. They got a quick tour of the lounge, bedrooms, bathrooms and pool terrace and an explanation how the key works on the terrace gate before a demonstration showing that it lead on to the Orchid wing pool terrace and where the beach was. The two bel boys were unpacking their luggage as they returned in to the suite. "You can dine in the suite or your pool terrace anytime you want, Eldred will be looking after you" Jordan explained. "Can I get some food I'm quite hungry?" Ben asked not realising he was also looking at Jordan's body. Daniel was nearly in hysterics "The restaurant is open until 10 unless you prefer to dine privately here" he said. Mark looked at Ben "I think in here tonight it has been a long day" he said. Daniel nodded "Eldred will bring you the menus and some champagne to get you settled in". "He is not 21 yet so not old enough to drink" Mark said gleefully. Daniel chuckled "Drinking age is 18 in Barbados, can he handle it?" he jokingly asked. Ben was on it quickly "Oh I can handle it question is can you?" he retorted. "Ben" Mark said sternly "I do apologise" he was fighting back from laughing. Daniel walked past Ben "You bet I can" he said. "Danny you can stop it as well" Jordan told him off "They are guests in your hotel". Eldred returned with a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses "Thank you" Mark said. Ben took his glass "Thank you Eldred" he walked over to Daniel "Cheers". Daniel laughed "Eldred your gonna have your work cut out with this one" he said. "Come on Danny lets leave them to get settled in" Jordan said almost dragging Daniel out of the room. Mark fell on the sofa laughing his head off "That was serious sexual flirting there". "Sorry I don't know what happened, I just really liked him he is funny" Ben said collapsing next to Mark kissing him. "Don't be sorry, that's what makes you so adorable, come on lets order" Mark said handing him a menu. Ben looked at Mark "You think they are a couple?" he asked. Mark nodded putting his arm around Ben "Jordan is pretty dam hot but not a patch on you" he said kissing Ben. Ben looked around "This place is so god dam awesome can't wait to go to the beach". They ordered dinner and decided to sit outside on the terrace, they both stripped naked and jumped in to their private pool and swam around thinking thy would have plenty of time before the food arrived. Embarrassingly they were caught out as Eldred arrived with a waiter who simply nodded and laid up the table and brought their salads out, Eldred placed two bathrobes at the side of the pool before enquiring what they would like to drink with dinner. They both ordered soft drinks and giggled as Eldred left the suite. "They didn't even bat an eyelid at us in the pool naked" Ben said sounding surprised. Mark laughed "They probably see it quite often judging by the robes laid out" he said putting his arms around Ben. They sat outside after finishing dinner chatting for a while after the table was cleared and Eldred disappeared for the night. Mark got up and said he would be right back and slipped in to the bedroom for a minutes. He walked back out on to the terrace wearing nothing but his jock strap and Ben watched him smiling. "Come on husband I'm going to exert my rights on you tonight" Mark said pulling Ben up out of his chair. Mark kissed him long and deeply reaching around and picking Ben up he carried him to the bedroom where Mark threw him on the bed immediately jumping on top, Ben wriggled and laughed on the bed. His arms pinned above his head and Mark began tenderly kissing Ben's neck working his way higher until their mouths met and parted welcoming each other with love. Ben's legs worked their way up around Mark's yearning for him, Mark wasted no time and freed his raging hard on, Ben knew he was in for a rough ride sensing how horny Mark was feeling. He let out a loud gasp and moan feeling Mark's cock pushing in to his hole steadily in one fluid motion until he felt Mark's balls pressing up against his ass. His back arching and body wriggling in suspense and moaning wildly from the slight pain of the forced entry, he felt Mark's cock withdraw and push back in harder causing him to elicit a cry of delight. He was powerless with his arms pinned above his head with Mark looking deep in to his eyes but he was turned on beyond words and clamped his legs tight around Mark never wanting to let him go. Several more hard thrusts followed making his eyes water at the corners, he felt no pain just love looking back up at Mark, the sound of Mark's balls slapping against his own ass increased in speed and volume. Ben raised his head and clamped his mouth over Mark's who fell forward speeding up his thrusting as his body tensed, he couldn't help himself even if he wanted to as his testosterone flooded his body driving him wild with sexual prowess. Their mouths locked together kissing his hips pushed up harder against Ben as he began to orgasm moaning in to Ben's mouth as his seed fired from his cock deep into his husbands body. Mouths still locked kissing Mark could feel the slimy mess under his stomach knowing that Ben had also ejaculated, he collapsed on top of Ben still holding his arms firmly in place and laying his head against Ben's 'My Ben my sexy Ben' he whispered. Ben kissed his neck moaning as he felt Mark's hips still grinding away at him and his cock showing no signs of softening, Mark raised his head and looked at him 'I'm not finished with you yet' he said kissing him passionately again. Ben was first to wake in the morning and picked up Mark's jock strap which laid strewn on the floor, he was still sound asleep and Ben put on his robe and walked through to the lounge it was still early and only 7am but he felt refreshed and incredibly happy but my god his ass was sore, they finally fell asleep after Mark made love to him for the fifth time. Walking out on the terrace he let his robe slip to the floor and dived in to the pool and swam around hoping the cool pool water would ease the soreness. He was so busy swimming he didn't notice the butler come out on to the terrace until he saw his robe being folded up and placed neatly at the edge of the pool. "Good morning Sir, apologies I heard you were up and brought you coffee" Eldred said apologetically. Ben smiled up "Morning Eldred and thank you, Mark is still sleeping". "Please let me know when you are ready for breakfast" Eldred said smiling and nodding at him. "Oh actually we were going to swim in the sea before if that is okay" Ben said to him. Eldred nodded and returned a few minutes later with two beach towels and placed them on the sofa "Your beach towels". He turned and left the suite as quickly as he entered, Ben giggled to himself as he splashed around in the pool for a few minutes more then climbed out to pour a cup of coffee for himself, sitting there sipping his coffee and reflecting on how much he and his life was changing, one thing he did know was that he was already missing Liongate and Mark's parents. He still found it bizarre that at 19 and fresh out of college he was married to a stunning guy who was incredibly in love with him. "Penny for them" Mark said startling Ben. Ben sat up "Morning husband, penny for what?" he said. "Your thoughts" he said taking the cup of coffee Ben poured him "Thank you husband" he said laughing. Ben smiled "How lucky I am to have met you Mark" he chuckled. Mark smiled at Ben "Doesn't bother you the wealth part" he asked looking seriously at him. "I told you before I don't need it as long as I have you" Ben replied putting his cup down. Mark leaned forward and held Ben's hand "If it ever gets to much we can move back to NY Ben". Ben laughed "Don't worry I will tell you if it does" he replied looking in to Mark's eyes. "Good, I just want us to be happy" Mark said and Ben stood up and went inside. Ben grabbed their swim shorts "Come on I want to swim in the sea, before anyone else is up". Mark stood up and kissed Ben and they used their card to open the gate on to the Orchid wing pool terrace heading in the direction they were shown the previous night, Ben had a proper look at the pool area and said to Mark than even this looks luxurious. They reached the gate and opened it, Ben gasped as the brilliant white sand and crystal azure waters flooded in eyesight, they stepped on to the private beach area marked Orchid Wing guests only. Despite the early time there was already a family in the water and two other figures swimming, they choose a spot a few meters away and placed their towels on the sand and ran in to the sea together swimming energetically in the warm Caribbean sea. After 10 minutes Ben stopped to catch his breath whilst Mark carried on swimming parallel to the shore line. Ben distinctly heard the sounds of splashing getting louder. "Morning" Daniel called out swimming closer to Ben. Ben turned noticing who was heading his way "Morning" he called back. Daniel came within a few meters "Did you handle it or wimp out last night?" he asked giggling. Ben chuckled "Oh I handled it and got it good". Daniel splashed Ben "You dirty little whore" he said laughing. "I bet you get it good as well" Ben replied splashing Daniel. Daniel threw his head back laughing loudly "You know it babe" and continued splashing Ben. Ben laughed between splashes "Is that all you got" splashing Daniel back. Mark swam up to the boys and splashed both of them "What are you two doing now" he sniggered. Ben looked at Daniel and nodded both of them turning on to Mark and splashing him rapidly as he fought back, Jordan swam towards them laughing announcing that two on one wasn't fair and began splashing them from the other side. Ben and Daniel didn't know which one to splash at the onslaught as they were both in stitches laughing hard trying to splash Jordan and Mark back unsuccessfully. They stopped hearing a woman calling from the beach 'Daniel do I need to call your mother!', Ben did a double take. "Wait is that... no surely.... oh my god it is" Ben was pointing in her direction gobsmacked. Daniel grabbed his finger "Have you no manners it is rude to point" he laughed gripping on hard to Ben's finger. Ben tried to free his finger "Help he is assaulting me" he cried out laughing. Arms flayed as Ben and Daniel engaged in a play fight in the sea trying to get their arms around each other wrestling each one to their knees. Jordan stood there shaking his head as Mark came round to his side. "Do we stop it?" Mark looked at Jordan almost drooling. Jordan looked at him "Nah, let them get on with it. Join me for a juice?" he asked Mark. "Sure why not" he replied as Jordan put his arm around Mark's shoulder as they walked towards the shore. Jordan looked back "Come on you two" he called out to Daniel and Ben who stopped. Ben looked a little embarrassed "I need a minute" he replied trying to swim away. Mark looked at Jordan laughing "Think he might have an erection". Jordan laughed "Probably it does the same to me when I use to play fight". Daniel grabbed Ben's legs "You got a bulge in your shorts pretty boy" he laughed dragging Ben backwards. Ben giggling all the while "Stop it I can't get out yet" he pleaded. Daniel was dragging Ben closer to shore "Don't be shy I'm hard as a rock". Ben burst out laughing finally feeling his legs being let free "I will sit here for a moment" he said sitting down. Daniel plonked himself down next to him "God I haven't laughed like this for ages" he said. Ben looked at him "Really?" he asked. Daniel nodded "Long story but I won't bore you with it now". Ben knew to take a hint "So you know Nicky the actress, I mean that is her right?". Daniel nodded "Yes it is, my family have known her for several years, they come here often". "Wow I mean I was in Bel Air and never saw one famous person" Ben replied watching her. Daniel stood up still semi hard holding out his hand "Come and meet her" he said pulling Ben up. "Mark Davenport I could recognise you anywhere" Nicky said smiling. Mark shook her hand "And I you" he laughed. "And this must be your husband, my god he looks young" She said laughing and winking at Mark. Jordan watched Ben and Daniel wading through the water "These two have the same mischievous manners" he said smiling. Nicky put her arm around Jordan "Been a long time since I saw him have this much fun" she said quietly. Jordan nodded "Good to see him having fun" he replied and noticed Mark's strange look "Tell you about it later". Nicky threw a towel at Daniel "Cover yourself up Danny" she said looking down at him as he approached Daniel laughed "Nicky this is my new bestie Ben" he said introducing him to her. "Nice to meet you Ben and cover yourself up as well" Nicky shook his hand. Ben stood there rooted to the spot embarrassed "Hi" he managed to squeak out. Daniel put his arm around Ben "Star struck Nicky" he laughed. Nicky waved her hand "Come and join us for a drink guys". Nicky sat so she could keep one eye on the kids just as Kit walked on to the beach and was introduced to Mark and Ben, Cael brought over some juices from the bar performing his perfect Bajan smile for Ben and Mark. Nicky knew who Mark was but never met any of the family, after all his family lived a few streets from her and Kit and she had always wanted to see Liongate properly as you couldn't really see if from the street. They chatted for ages, Daniel watched admiring how at ease Mark and Ben were talking away after Ben's initial shock of seeing Nicky. "So Mark, tell me what is Liongate like?" Kit asked sipping his juice. Mark smiled "Big, way to big but it has always been my home and great for hide and seek" he replied. Kit laughed "Nicky has always wanted to see it and even I am a little curious" he said. "Strange as it is just a home to me, but your in Coldwater Canyon right?" Mark asked looking at them both. Nicky nodded "Yes the quiet part at the top". "Well you must come over for dinner then we can show you around" Mark suggested. Daniel huffed "What about us don't we get an invite" he laughed. Mark furrowed his eyebrows "I don't think I can trust you and Ben together" then laughed "but of course you are". "It's like school children behaving badly" Jordan said chuckling. "As long as it's not as crazy as Bel Air has been" Daniel said shaking his head with a grin. Mark sat forward "My parents told me that the gates at East Gate were rammed through at Thanksgiving". A weird silence fell for a moment "Oh you know about the incident?" Daniel asked. Ben nodded "I read about it in the paper at JFK" Ben said "sounded horrific". Nicky and Kit looked to Daniel "We will tell you about it, maybe over dinner one night?" Daniel said sombrely. Mark and Ben looked at each other "Oh sorry, I mean oh god English guy son of hotel owners" Mark put it together. Daniel nodded and Jordan held his hand "Yes, it's okay though. Will you have dinner with us one night?" Daniel repeated. "Yes of course we would love to" Mark said looking a little upset. Daniel smiled "Great, we are in the suite next door to you so we can dine in ours with Nicky and Kit". Mark laughed "I hope we didn't make to much noise last night" he said as Ben blushed looking down. Daniel stood up "I thought a banshee was on the loose" he said smirking at Ben. Ben took the bait and chased Daniel down the beach to the water "Fight like a man Brit boy" he called after him. Daniel turned and scoffed at Ben laughing "Catch me first pretty boy" stumbling at the waters edge falling face first. Ben was quickly on him light a bolt of lightning "Can't run now can ya" Daniel laid there laughing until Ben rolled off. They laid on their backs half in the water as Mark and Jordan walked past them to go swimming. Ben couldn't help but watching his fine physique "He is sexy". Daniel laughed "Isn't he, completely stole my heart when he stayed here as a guest". "No way, you did good to have landed him" Ben said giggling "I wouldn't know how to handle him". Daniel chuckled "You did pretty well as well" he said nodding towards Mark who was swimming. Ben turned to look at Mark and smiled "Swept me off my feet and he is my first you know". "Wow to find love with the first guy is rare, you are 19 right?" Daniel asked. Ben laughed "Yeah nearly 20 though and you I guess 24?". "I will take that" Daniel laughed "26 actually and Jordy is 30" Daniel replied. Ben looked at Mark "My man is 22" he said watching Mark swim. "Oh I wish I was that young again" Daniel said laying on his back again. Ben laughed "Sometime I wish I was older. So are you called Danny or Daniel?" he asked Daniel looked up at him "Danny to my friends and family" he said "I think we will be friends so Danny to you and Mark". Ben laid back next to him "Thank you Danny". Daniel smiled and looked at Ben "No I need to thank you Ben, believe me". They spent the next half an hour swimming and sitting at the shore line watching as the sun rose higher in the sky before going back to their suite to have breakfast, they spent a great deal of their time over the next couple of days in the privacy of their private pool terrace and Joining Daniel and Jordan in the morning for a swim. As promised Ben received a package from Canali full of new clothes which seem to be the type Ben would choose when out shopping with his mother. Mark tanned very quickly due to his Spanish roots whilst Ben kept the sun cream slapped on and was gradually getting a tan. They walked up from the beach that morning and saw Jordan wandering around the Orchid wing pool. "Hey, missed you for the swim this morning" Mark called out to him Jordan waved and came across "Sorry, Daniel was still in bed as we had an early arrival for the Orchid wing". Mark nodded "I forget you have to run the hotel". Jordan looked at his phone "Daniel is up finally... Do you want to join us for breakfast?" he asked them both. Ban looked at Mark "Can we?" he said with pleading eyes. Mark laughed "Anything for you Ben you know that" he leaned over and kissed him. Jordan opened the gate to their suite "Danny" he called "we have breakfast guests". Daniel was sat drinking coffee in his robe "Oh fantastic, morning guys". Breakfast was relaxed and fun until Jordan went back to work, Ben and Mark hanged out with Daniel for several hours during which time they got to know each other properly and Daniel opened up about the series of events over Thanksgiving and finally the death of Sage. Ben sat there mostly gobsmacked listening to the story unfold, Mark shook his head in disbelief saying he kind of understood and related the story to his friend's ex attempting to stab his new boyfriend. Ben looked at Mark "Are you talking about this Matt guy?" he asked. Mark realised that Ben must not have known all the details "Yes" he replied. "Oh god, Ethan told me something had happened but never that he actually harmed him" Ben looked mortified. Daniel watched Ben "Is he your friend Ben?" he asked him. Ben nodded "We grew up together but fell out when he started seeing Angelo. I kind of had a thing for Ben". Mark put his arm around Ben "He still does" he said half joking. Ban laughed "If I had known then what I know now who knows what would have happened" he said looking amused. Daniel smiled "And ruin a life long friendship Ben, trust me it would have made things difficult". "Fortunately this one was at the party and chased me around the house all night" Ben cuddled up to Mark. Daniel laughed "Oh the thrill of the chase Mark". Mark nodded and laughed "Paid off though, I knew when I first saw Ben I was in love with him". Jordan reappeared "Callum and Steve are flying out tomorrow" he told Daniel grabbing a coffee. "Great, you must let Nicky and Kit and know. You will have to meet them as well" Daniel said. "This could be a handful" Jordan said looking at Mark "Callum is just as mischievous" shaking his head. Daniel jumped in the pool "They run the hotel when we have a break" he explained beckoning Ben in to the pool. Ben and Mark returned from the beach after their late afternoon swim and sunbathe both collapsing on the bed in their suite cuddling, tonight they would have a romantic dinner just the two of them and then make love, no jock strap as Mark was insistent that tonight would be just about them. Ben's phone pinged and he saw a message from Josh, he opened it up 'Hi lovers, arriving tomorrow for 3 days, Bobby and I can't wait to see you both'. Ben put the phone down and fell back on the bed. "More photos I guess" he said running his hand along Mark's abdomen. Mark laid there smiling "Better Bobby than other photographers invading our privacy". Ben raised his head "Is it always going to be like this?" he asked. Mark smiled "What like you and me sexing our way around the world" he laughed. Ben lightly bit his nipple "Well that but having photos taken" he asked seriously. Mark put his arm around Ben and kissed him "I hope not but in Bel Air we will have more privacy". Ben laid on top of Mark "And the other thing" he kissed him "sex around the world". Mark smiled kissing Ben back "Definitely". Ben slipped his hand inside Mark's swimming trunks feeling the semi hardness laying underneath the fabric, he was horny and needed Mark.

I'd been horny to suck cock and swallow seed so I went to a nearby porn theatre. It wasn't too busy although two guys were putting on a show in the biggest room showing straight porn. The big bottom guy was getting his ass and mouth nicely used by the more athletic top's long fat dick. Watching them made me wish I'd had time to clean out. It was slow so I was hanging out when a short and wiry looking south asian guy came in wearing a backpack. I asked permission to touch him and played with his trim and very furry belly and chest sucking his nipples until he called me a pussy and pushed me down to his uncut cock. I sucked him slow and deep as he instructed, holding him in the back of my throat for around ten seconds before returning to the slow sucking. Finally he said he wanted to fuck me bare and breed me but I told him I wasn't prepared. He wanted to do it anyway and had me slobber on his uncut cock which he used to get inside my hole. He wasn't gentle, and while he fucked me a young hispanic guy can in. He stood next to me as I was fucked doggie style talking to the guy in my hole until he bred me, had me clean his cock, and left. I cleaned up and the hispanic guy followed me asking if he can fuck me too. Sure, I said. He bends me over a chair and this fat uncut cock presses into the fresh cum soup in my ass stretching me a lot more than the last cock. He grabs my hips firmly and gives me one of those unselfconscious, firm, deep, I-need-to-cum fucks until he adds his load to the soup. Afterwards he says he wants to fuck me again and tells me when I can show up to take his cock. Lifetime loads 9.

I was travelling to see my sister and pulled into a rest area for a piss. As I pulled in I noticed a big truck and nobody else around. I parked up and went out behind a bush and this guy appeared and started cruising me, I thought it was the man who owned the rig, so I thought what the hell and motioned for him to come closer. We started groping each other and he pushed me down and I started to suck his cock. We was going at this for a couple of minutes when the guy got spooked for some reason and ran off the opposite direction to the rig. I was just about to get into my car when I heard a cough from behind. There standing behind me was a huge tall overweight man smoking a cigar he was wearing dirty jeans and boots. He had on a t shirt which had seen better days. “So what do we have here” he snarled. “Nothing I was just taking a piss”. I replied. He stepped closer appearing sinister. “Listen fag, I suggest you don’t lie to me and tell me the truth”, he had a smirk on his face. I advised “I don’t know what you are talking about” and tried to step towards my car. He grabbed my arm forcefully, I tried to escape and he held on, “I have something to show you”. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed me a picture of me on my knees sucking the other man off. A cold wave ran over me, I felt like a deer caught in headlights, he continued to show me pics of me getting out of my car and you could clearly see my number plate, I was trapped, the world froze. “Now it looks like we have a bit of a dilemma”, he sniggered and spat on the floor. I stood there like the world had come to an end. Thoughts were running through my mind. I sized him up however he was at least 3 times bigger than me. He caught me looking, “Do not try anything boy, I have already sent the pics to me personal e-mail. So if you do not do as you are told they will go to the police”. He stood close to me leaning into me and I could smell, sweat and musk which was overpowering. “This is how it is going to go down. See that Rig over there, you will climb up open the door and go into the back of the rig and wait for me like a good little boy”. I stood frozen and he barked “Now Boy” and slapped my back side. I jumped and ran for the truck scared shaking and cornered. I climbed up the truck slowly and opened the door, as I climbed in the heat and smell hit me. It smelt strongly of piss, spunk, and cigar and man musk. I climbed into the back and it was a mess, dirty clothes hanging around, the sheets on the bed looked like they had never been cleaned. It was dark and dingy, I tentatively sat on the edge of the bed as there was nowhere else and waited. I waited and waited it seemed like forever, all I could hear was my heart beat which I thought would burst out of my chest. Eventually he climbed up the rig and into the back he appeared much bigger and scarier. He loomed over me and blew cigar smoke in my face, then spat in my face. “Look what we have here a little faggot boy”. I went to respond and beg to be let go and he back handed me across the face. “Listen up fucker. I am not here to let you go and show mercy. You belong to me now and will do as I say”. I had landed on the bed, on my side and I was crying. He grabbed me and started ripping my t shirt off and then my shorts and underwear. I was left naked he slapped me hard on the arse and ordered me to sit up. I slowly sat up and he stood looking down on me. I felt emasculated him fully clothed mine in shreds on the floor. He again spat in my face, he reached for his crotch and started to rub, you could see the shape stretching down his leg. It appeared huge. He pulled his zipper down slowly watching me and pulled his cock slowly out. My heart was beating fast. His cock now hanging out of his jeans, it was huge and ugly, veined and snarled. Crooked. Like it had been battered a few times. He looked at me and I looked at him I was still crying, “it isn’t going to suck itself, fuck pig, tongue out” he ordered. I ignored him and he slapped my face firmly “Tongue now”. I slowly pushed my tongue out of my mouth and it hung there. He slowly pulled the foreskin back on his cock and it was full of smegma, I nearly was sick from the smell and he moved forward. I tried to not smell it. “Smell it” he ordered and I smelt his cock, he slowly moved his cock forward and wipe it on my tongue. I was doing my best not to be sick and he ordered me to “taste and swallow”. This went on with him wiping smegma on my tongue. Then he ordered me to open my mouth and slowly pushed his ugly cock inside. I tried to barf a couple of times as he leant forward grabbed my arms and pulled me to the floor, So I was sitting with my back to the bed bunk and him leering ­over me. He pushed his cock back in and forced me to take his cock. I was slathering and spit was running down my cheeks, tears were in my eyes as he continued his torturous face fuck. Forcing his cock down my throat, he would slap my face periodically, pulling back when it looked like I would pass out. Eventually he managed to train my throat to take his cock. I was sat there his knees pressing into the top of my shoulders pinned to the bed with his cock firmly lodged in my throat. “Well done boy, I thought this was going to take longer”. He spat down at me and I could smell the musk smell drifting up from his bollocks. He reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled me onto the bed. On your back face towards me. My head now hanging off the bunk and my legs up the wall as it was only a bunk. He moved towards me and spat in my face, moved his cock back into my mouth and throat, he grabbed my nipples and twisted and pulled. Using them as leverage. His bollocks resting on my nose, all I could smell was his musk. He continued his assault, “yes open that throat up you fucking faggot, you’re getting good at this. Yes suck it good. I have your pics and evidence and you belong to me now. You will do what I say when I say and how I say. Hum if you understand me Pussy Boy”. I did not responded as I was processing his words. He pulled out slapped my face and shoved back in. “I can’t hear you, you waste of space”. I hummed, not sure how it was like automatic pilot. I lay there humming. As he was fucking my throat picking up a rhythm. He pulled his dick out slightly and I could feel him gush into my mouth, there was so much it overflowed and went over my face. He shoved back into my throat and emptied the rest of his sack into me. He left his dick lodged in my throat and the spunk I did not swallow, he slowly scooped up with his finger and forced into my mouth. “Good boy, take it all”. I lay there his dick lodged into my mouth and realised that I had the biggest hard on, it was throbbing and hurting me. He slowly pulled his dick out and looked down at me snarled and spat and slapped my face. “Look at you, pathetic bum boy, just been throat raped and you’re lying there with a hard on. What a fucking low life faggot, you’re”. My throat felt like it was on fire and I tried to get up. He pushed me back down, stay there. I am not finished with you yet. I lay there crying he slowly started to undress, I started to beg for him to let me go and he backhanded me again and told me to shut up, I continued to cry and sniffle. He had removed his t-shirt and undid his belt pulled it out if the loops, shut the fuck up or I will give you something to cry about. He lashed out across my buttocks enflaming them and continued his assault. In between strokes he removed his boots and chucked them aside. He hit me again then dropped his jeans. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He stood there looking down at me. He left his socks on and he had on a Jock strap which was yellow stained and filthy, he slowly grabbed the jock and slowly pulled it down, I continued to cry and he grabbed the jock, “I have had enough of hearing you crying you little bitch” and grabbed my head and forced the jock deep into my mouth. He wrapped the straps around my head. So a large part of the dirty pouch was covering my nose. I could taste and smell this filthy animal and there was nothing I could do about it. He grabbed me and I was face down and he pulled my arms up and there was two wrist straps, either corner of the bunk. He tied my wrists into these, he then grabbed my ankles and did the same I was spread eagled face down across the bed. With the jock wedged and wrapped around my head. He climbed on top and I could feel his big thick ugly cock laying across my enflamed buttocks, he slapped my arse cheeks countless times making them hot and red. “Little bitches need putting in their place”. He spat on my hole periodically then dropped down and started to lick and suck and nibble and bite. My hole become sore and tender, he was chewing my skin. He rubbed his beard up and down my crack tenderising my hole, the beard felt like sandpaper. He then climbed back up and placed his dripping cock at my entrance and shoved in. I screamed into the filthy jock he moved his hand up and covered my mouth and nose and started thrusting, hard fast. I felt like my insides were ripped out. He was thrusting and grunting, “you little bitch, take my cock, yes that’s it open up for your trucker Daddy”, I was there laying under this beast his smell covering me his sweat dripping on me as he continued his assault. He slowed down and was slowly easing it in and out. The pain started to subside, he was changing angles and really giving me his dick. For an overweight fat man he had stamina. Time stood still, he was going slow then fast, really taking his time. Sometimes he would pull out then ram back in. spanking my arse periodically. Fucking me raw. I was crying and he snarled “yes cry for me faggot boy”. He pulled his dick out and looked down, there was blood on his dick. “Yeah making you bleed, I like that”. He rammed back in and pile drove my arse. Getting faster and faster. His full body weight on top of me. He lifted himself up on to his hands and tip toes and fucked me faster than I had ever experienced before. This went on for 5 minutes when all of a sudden he roared and came, shooting hot searing come into me he carried on fucking me I tried to beg him to stop as I was so sore however I could not speak with the jock in my mouth. He slowly pulled out and slipped the jock from my face, so it was hanging around my neck, clean it bitch. He shoved his dripping bloody cock into my mouth making me clean it off. I lay there cleaning his dirty cock and he then climbed off me started to get dressed, I begged him to “let me go” He replied “you aint going anywhere queerboy, he shoved the jock back in climbed into the driver’s seat and drove off laughing loudly.

Playerking, Airmax: I feel I need to stick up for the cumdumps again... At least the cumdumps are putting themselves out there and trying to organise something (and often paying for a hotel room in the process). It’s not their fault if others can’t be bothered to organise parties: it’s very rare I see a top going out of his way to arrange something. Don’t take us cumdumps for granted: you’d miss us if we weren’t there

I have with a wonderful slut for 3 years we have wonderful open and honest relationship. We met at a bbrt party he was the featured bottom.8 was the host and a responded to an ad that I was looking for twink to be a cumdump at a party. I think the success has been communication. Go out have fun but tell each other what is happening. And the hard rule is you must be home in bed before sunrise. I know he gets fucked everyday while I’m work. And when I get home he’s ready for me to do whatever I need either with him or with someone else. It’s worked so far and there is no reason it won’t continue

He screamed out in pain, God it hurt but not as.bad as he thought it would. Jim held there for a minute or so, looking into Neal's blue eyes. Neal gasped a few times n said omg jim! It hurts but feels so right in me! God its buried balls deep in me! Mmmmm it's already fading to a mild burn. Jim slowly pulled out a lil then pushed back in, Jon n Erik's hands rubbed all over his body, Yeah he loves that dick buried in his ass, dont ya? Erik said grabbing his dick, making neal moan even more.

I’ve had an enjoyable streak of fun for several Friday nights now! After my birthday gift Friday I had the pleasure of hosting two big dicked tops; One black and one Latino. The Latino top had reached out to me through BBRT as well as to the black top to set up a three-way. After they both arrived, we quickly made our way to the bedroom and took off our clothes. Both men were impressively hung with a good solid 10 inches or more. With the black top’s encouragement, I took the Latino top’s dick into my mouth. He grew harder as both of them watched and encouraged me. The black top then positioned me on the edge of the bed and started to enter me. He was so thick that he only got about halfway in before he switched off with the Latino. The Latino had less girth and more length. He was able to go deeper in me and started to loosen me up. Pretty soon he was balls deep and then he really started to go at it. He shoved in and pounded away while the black top watched him fuck my hole and told him to put his poz load up my ass. After about 15 minutes, the Latino accelerated his pace and then groaned while he came in me. He continued fucking me slowly and then collapsed on me. After a couple of minutes he slowly pulled out saying that he had just put a 10 day load in me. Cum was running from my hole when the black top entered me. He slid in quickly this time; rapidly going balls deep. As he pounded my hole, I cleaned the Latino off tasting my ass and cum juices on his dick. He watched that thick black dick master my hole and felt as his balls slap against my ass. The black top was very verbal asking me questions like “did I like having those big dicks in my hole?” and telling me that I was a good Poz cum dump. He came loudly, shouting and exclaiming how his load was going deep in my hole. After that, the Latino left but the black top stayed most of the night and gave me two more loads.

7. Hours later I lay on my bed, my ass coved in dried cum, my hole gaping and dripping. The straps of my jock were wet with cum, and my body stunk of sex. The plug lay next to me on the bed, my hole now too loose to hold it in. I felt like I was in some kind of daze, I had been fucked into oblivion and yet I was still hungry for more. My phone buzzed. It had been buzzing all day from all the messages I had sent out on Grindr, Scruff, and BBRT. Exhaustedly I reached across the disheveled mess that my bed had become and grabbed the phone. My heart thudded faster, it was from Sir. “Hows that cunt doing boy?” “Its fucking destroyed Sir. I’ve taken five loads after yours. Two from big black cocks. The plug won’t even stay in anymore.” “Good work boy.” “Thank you Sir. My hole is so sore but I’m still horny as fuck. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” “Nothing’s wrong with you boy, you’re just learning your place in the world as a pig cunt. Caging up your little cock keeps you from getting off like a man so you can embrace the slut you are.” “My cock has been leaking all day.” “Eventually you’ll get horny enough that your ball will drain themselves from taking cock. You’re just not there yet boy.” “I don’t even care. I like this feeling. I like being this horny. I want more. Sir! I want more cock.” “Good boy. I’ve got something fun planned for you tonight. Come over in an hour.” “Yes Sir.” “See you soon boy.” I lay there on my stomach for a long minute, my caged cock squished beneath me. I reached back and fingered my loose hole, first one finger then another. Soon I had four fingers deep inside my hole without resistance. I had never been so well used. My hole was swallowing my fingers greedily. I could feel the loads inside of me, I felt them lubing up my fingers, drawing them deeper and deeper inside of me. I grabbed the plug and stuffed it back inside, slamming it hard in and out of my sloppy cunt. I got off the bed, and holding the plug in my hole with one hand I pulled my wooden desk chair over with the other. I sat down on the chair, my naked cheeks slapping the wood. I let the plug fall out of my hole and rode it like a cock. I took a video of my pussy flopping around the thick piece of plastic and sent it to Sir. “Good boy,” he responded, “make sure that hole is nice and loose for me. I’ll give you a bigger plug tonight when you’re done. I want you plugged from now on boy.” A big drop of precum oozed from my cock when I read that and I dropped onto the plug, sitting flat on the chair. I ground my ass for a while like that, relishing in the full feeling it gave me. After a long while I looked at the time and realized I needed to get dressed and head to Sirs. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt, electing to leave the plug at home there was no way I was going to be able to keep it in walking over. I texted Sir to tell him I was coming over, and warn him that the plug wouldn’t stay in. He seemed pleased with that news and told me to hurry over. I walked quickly, and as I did I could tell that some cum was leaking from my hole. With no underwear to stop it I was positive I had a wet spot forming on the ass of my shorts. By the time I got to Sir’s building I could tell that most of my ass was wet with cum and lube. Anyone walking behind me would know I was a faggot cum dump. Sir greeted me at the door in just a pair of loose fitting basketball shorts, his bulge obvious in the crotch. It was hard to drag my eyes off of it, and up to his handsome face. He smiled at me and ushered me inside. As soon as the door was closed he said. “You should know the rules by now pig. You don’t get clothes in this house. Strip.” I kicked off my shoes, tore my shirt off and dropped my shorts. I made to take my sweaty cum stained jock, but Sir stopped me. “Keep the jock on. I like how it looks over you caged up boy cock.” “Yes Sir.” “Good pig.” He pulled me close and kissed me. His hands quickly traveled to my ass. Two thick fingers quickly found my squishy hole and probed into its well lubed depts. “You weren’t kidding boy. You did good today.” “Thank you, Sir.” “You ready for more?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy, follow me.” Sir led me into his living room, a broad grin across his face. The couch had been moved to against the wall, and a circle of chairs had been set up in the middle all facing in. In the middle five naked men were making out and getting each other hard. “Gents, our new toy is here.” The men all stopped and turned towards me. They were all fucking hot, and I now saw all were thick and hung. “So boy, we now know that pussy of yours can take quite a pounding. And we know that you can service more than one top in a day. But now were going to see just how much abuse that cunt can take. All the guys here, I won’t bother telling you their names as you will just refer to all of them as Sir. We’re going to start out with a game of musical cocks. We’ll all sit in this circle and you’re going to try to get us all off by riding our cocks with that loose wet pussy of yours. After that if any of the guys want a little one on one time with you then they’ll each have a shot. Got it pig?” My heart was pounding, and my cock was straining so hard against my cage and the jock that it hurt. “Yes Sir,” I almost screamed. “Good, then let’s get started.”

Part 2 I left my cock in Matty until it went soft, as my brain processed what had just transpired. My son, my pride and joy, was truly a cum hungry slut. And I loved it. I finally pulled out, and Matty immediately rolled over and started cleaning off my slimy dick without being told to. As he sucked the cum and ass juice off my cock, paying extra attention to the foreskin, he looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and said, "a cumdump always cleans up after." "Someone's taught you well, boy" I replied. "Yes, Sir," he answered as he licked my balls clean. Grabbing a handful of his curly hair, I forced him back on to my cock, holding his face tight against my pubes, watching my precious boy as his tongue and mouth did their work on my crotch. I started getting hard again. I pushed him off me, onto his back, and he responded by grabbing his ankles, spreading his legs apart, displaying his hungry, pink hole, glistening in the soft light. I looked down at him, noticing that his crotch was shaved, with just a hint of pubes left. "Do you shave your ass too, boy?" "Yes Sir. Most men prefer it that way," he replied, flashing his big, white smile. I marveled at his beauty. An hour ago, he was just my straight, hot jock son. Now here he was a submissive, cock hungry slut, spreading his legs open for more of his Dad's cock in him. I didn't make him wait as I lined up my cock head to his waiting hole. "Look at me boy," I demanded. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want son." Without hesitation or shame he answered "I want your cock in my ass, Dad. I want you to fuck me, use me, cum in me. I'm just a cumdump. I need your cum filling me. I need other men to use me as a cumdump. I am a slut, Dad. Use me however you want. Tie me up, abuse me, let other men abuse me, whatever you want. The rougher the better. I'll be your little fuck slave, Daddy." With that I slammed my cock balls-deep into my son. His eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned "Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck me, Dad, fuck me." And fuck him I did. I grabbed his furry thighs and pounded him as hard as I could, knowing this fuck would last a while. Matty just moaned and grunted. I filled my mouth with saliva and grabbed his bottom teeth, opening his mouth wide. I let a long string of spit fall into his mouth, filling it up. As I pushed his mouth closed and he swallowed, I finished by spitting twice on his face, right on his nose so it ran down his cheeks. He just smiled, loving it. I slowed down my fucking, cause I wanted to find out more about his sexual history. "How long have you been getting fucked, bitch? Tell me about it." "Since I was 18, Sir," he answered as I grabbed his balls, pulling them. "I went on hookup sites. It's really easy to find guys wanting to use a high school boy." "Older guys? What was the first man that fucked you like?" I asked. "Yeah, lots of older guys. The guy who took my cherry was probably 40. I told you I was spending the night at Jimmy's, but I went to this guy's house. He fucked me three times that night. He was the first to teach me what a cumdump I was." My cock throbbed as he talked. "The next hookup was a couple in their 50's. They were the first to tie me up, put me in a sling and fuck me all night. They introduced me to poppers. After that, I became a certified cockhound. I'd look for cock anywhere. Sometimes at a park, or a bookstore. I like the sleaziness of the hook-ups." I pounded my boy harder as I pictured him whoring himself out to total strangers. "What's the oldest guy to fuck you?" I asked. "He was in his 80's. He came over to our house and fucked me while you and Mom were asleep upstairs." I gave my son a hard slap on the face when he said that. "Thank you, Sir," he replied, adding "I've had lots of guys over that you didn't know about. They'd get really turned on fucking a high school guy in his own bed." I continued pounding Matty harder as I realized just how slutty he was, so I asked "Have you been gangbanged slut? How many men?" "Yes Sir, a few times. The most was one session with six Army guys. They blindfolded me and used me all night. They even double fucked me. I probably took ten or eleven loads that night." My head spun at the thought of my son being gangbanged, taking cock after cock after cock. I most definitely needed to set up a gangbang for him. And I'll make sure to have a minimum of ten guys lined-up to use my son. Hearing him tell me his nasty exploits had me on the verge of cumming again, but I had one more question before I came: "So," I asked, looking deep into his eyes. "How many men do you think have fucked you? How many men have pumped their cum into my son's slutty fuckhole?" "Maybe about 150?" 'Oh fuck,' I thought - 150 different men. And he wasn't even 20. "Stroke your cock slut." I ordered. "I wanna see you cum, you nasty fucking whore! Taking 150 different cocks? You really are a worthless little cumdump. Well, Daddy's taking over now, cunt! I'm going to make sure you take EVERY available cock we can find. I'll find disgusting old, fat men and make you grovel for their cum. I'll take you to truck stops and let nasty, dirty truckers fuck your hot, slutty, jock cumhole! You'll get so used, I'll be able to ram my fist in you with no problem!" As I told Matty about his future, he just groaned and opened his mouth, shooting several big shots of cum, landing in his mouth, hair, and all over his face and chest. I shot my own load into him as his ass muscles milked my cock with every squirt he made. fter we both got our breath back, I pulled out and Matty cleaned me off, he started to wipe his own cum up. "No," I said, "leave it." Giving me a smile, Matty reached into his backpack and pulled out a good sized buttplug. Without a word, he lay back, spread his whore legs apart and handed me the plug, gesturing to his leaking hole. I rammed it in hard. Matty threw his head back and hissed as it popped past his anal ring. I lay down, pulled him into me, kissing deeply and passionately as ground the plug into his cunt. We made out for a bit before we called it a night.

Tom was sitting back on the couch and Louis was on his knees in front of him, feasting on his rigid pole. My face was deep in Louis’ ass and Sean was making all sorts of comments, each alluding to the fact that he had no one to enjoy. He figured out quickly that I was rimming just to lube Louis up and once I had, I was positioning my cock at his slick hole. Sean waited until my cock was all the way in before he straddled Louis and left me staring at his very hard cock. I got into a good motion fucking Louis’ ass and then moved my head closer to Sean’s cock. I opened wide and licked my way down to the base, first on the left side and then on the right and then up the bottom until the head had my lips wrapped around it. I sucked in and out taking more of it each time. Sean got a little impatient with me and grabbed my head and started fucking my face. I actually preferred this, since I could concentrate more on fucking Louis’ ass. That doesn’t mean that I was ignoring his cock, my tongue and lips were working it over and from his moans I assumed he liked it. Louis’ hole got wetter the longer I fucked, between the spit that kept dripping off my beard and down to his hole and my precum that was coating his fuck chute. My hips were pounding his ass and my balls were slapping into his until they started to pull up. When I started to shoot my seed into him, Sean grabbed my head and forced my face into his crotch. I yelled out as best as I could around his thick pole as my cock pumped volleys of cum deep in Louis’ gut. I slapped Louis’ ass as I pulled out of him and off of Sean’s cock. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but I knew both Tom and Sean wanted to sample Louis’ slick hole. Louis leaned up, letting Tom’s cock slip from his mouth when I backed away, dripping with sweat. It was probably about this time that Louis realized he was going to be the sole bottom tonight. Sean climbed behind him and pushed his back down before pushing his face into Louis’ ass. Louis went back to sucking on Tom’s cock while Sean sucked and licked at his furry, cum-filled hole. I sat down next to Tom, recovering. I really wasn’t close enough for Louis to trade off sucking both of us, which was a shame. After several minutes, Sean moved in with his cock pointing right at Louis’ pucker. I hoped that there was enough cum left and that I had opened him up so that Sean could slide in easily. The groan from Louis told me ‘no’ on both counts. Sean took his time working his cock in but it was still a struggle. I had been the only guy to fuck Louis, as far as I knew, and the second guy was much thicker. Louis pulled off Tom’s cock and braced himself. He seemed to accept the challenge of taking Sean’s beer can thick shaft and with more spit and a lot of work, he finally found Sean balls deep inside him. Sean gave him a few minutes to acclimate and then started to plow in and out. Louis groaned some more and then started nursing on Tom’s cock again. Sean built up speed and his thrusts were hard enough that he was forcing Tom’s shaft deep into Louis’ throat. It was muffling but not silencing Louis. There was an occasional gag, but mostly grunts as he got pounded. Sweat was pouring off of Sean’s body as he slammed in over and over. He looked so hot with sweat dripping of his nose and beard and his chest fur matted down like he had just stepped from a shower. I saw him close his eyes and throw his head back and I knew he was about to shoot. Sean let out a loud growl and shoved in hard as his cock twitched and pulsed, replenishing my seed that he had forced out. I watched Louis fuck back a few times on Sean’s cock while he got filled with sperm. Once Sean had emptied all of his seed into Louis, he pulled out and fell back on the floor. Louis, too, backed away from Tom and rolled on to his back on to the rug. I could tell that Tom was eager to fuck Louis but I wasn’t sure if Louis could handle any more quite yet. Tom was determined, though, and he crawled over to Louis and lifted his legs to Tom’s shoulders. The long rod slid easily into Louis’ stretched out pussy and Tom was quickly all the way in. Louis let out a loud sigh and then said “Fuck, I can’t believe I took it all.” Tom smiled and began to rock his hips, each stroke getting longer. His fuck wasn’t nearly as intense as Sean’s, but I knew Tom was probably pretty close from all of the sucking that Louis had done and didn’t want to shoot right away. Louis was moaning more than he had for the first two fucks except when Tom would jab all the way in and the moan was replaced with a pain-tinged grunt. Tom fucked a lot longer than I expected him to, but after twenty minutes or so he sped up and then unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside Louis’ hole. He gave one last thrust and his balls gave up their last bit of cum. Tom pulled out and laid down on the rug between Louis and Sean. I looked down from my spot on the couch and decided I too should be down there. I laid next to Louis and the four of us rolled together, enjoying the feeling of our four bodies close together. I leaned in and kissed Louis deep and asked “Did you have fun?” “Holy fuck, yeah. My ass is going to be sore for days though” Louis replied. We all chuckled, knowing he was right. The four of us laid there, fondling each other and I said to Louis “Damn, we forgot to get you off too.” He let out a loud laugh and said “I shot three times tonight. You’re gonna have to clean this carpet, Tom.”

i love foley, especially the idea of a Top inserting a cath in me to empty me, then connecting a cath that He has inserted into His full bladder, or maybe one of these condom caths, and Him pissing my bladder full of His piss, then clamping the tube so i hold His piss in my bladder. i also think it would be hot to have a Top with a catheter in and He inserts the other end of the of the tube into my hole instead of connecting it to a bag.... like i become His foley bag. i think a hollow butt plug could be fashioned to hold it all in, or an inflatable enema plug.

Part Two “I don’t feel like doing all the work so I’m gonna let you beg for the mere opportunity to serve me.” I gaped at him briefly, then sheepishly, almost embarrassed, I slid off the couch and crawled across the filthy floor to his feet. I bowed my head low between his spread legs, eyes cast down but spine straight with core engaged, hoping he would interpret this body language as submissive yet proud. “Please sir. Please allow me to worship you however it pleases you. Please. I beg you for the opportunity to be used as your personal slave, servant, holes, whatever, however…just please allow me to…please, sir, please use this pathetic faggot in any way you like, you are the reason I exist, sir.” He sat there for a moment, absorbing my desperate declaration of servitude. I couldn’t see his face but out of my peripheral I could tell his cock definitely twitched a few times. He laughs, a deep belly laugh that slowly makes its way up to a smug chuckle. “Well fuck me running. I just got myself my very own faggot. Kinda feels like winning the lottery except .... He chuckles again to himself as he leans forward so his mass is towering over me, my head still bowed low between his legs at his feet, marveling at the amount of shards in his carpet...because...meth. He sparks his torch and takes a long luxurious rip off his bong, my kunt twitches. He exhales a massive cloud that seems to envelop me completely. I close my eyes. SMACK “Pay attention faggot, always. You live to serve men right? Well you live to serve me now and my servants are always on point, if you’re good enough I may even really get you on point. But first things first. Let’s see how well you do with this.” He leans back in his massive club chair, more masculine than ever before, slouches and spreads his legs so his fucking gym shorts ride up freeing a beautiful 6” half-mast cut cock and two huge, shaved, low hanging balls from the leg of the shorts. The world around me, and my place in it cease to exist; only this man and his manhood remain. I rapidly experience the perfect Pavlovian response: eyes dilate, mouth salivates, adrenaline pumps, attention focuses laser-like on his crotch and before I can even realize it’s going to happen, I whimper.... A pathetic, hungry little bitch kind of whimper that I’m betting he’s never heard any woman make when he whips it out. Quietly, almost under his breath, “Fuck. Yes. Faggot...this is,” he says, pulling the crotch of his shorts more to the side, showcasing his swelling cock and balls with his big knuckled hands, “your destiny. I need you to...no, you WILL worship me because that’s what you do. Prove yourself, cock sucker and take both my cock and balls down your throat without crushing my balls or cheese grating my cock. I don’t care if you can breath or not, prove your skill and worthiness.” I whimper again and move up towards his cock, opening my mouth almost drooling on his chair. “Hold up,” his massive palm squarely grips my entire face, “smoke this first.” He hands the freshly packed bong down me and I sit up on my haunches. Surprisingly, he puts the bong to my mouth and lights it for me. “Suck this bong like your gonna suck the last dick of your life.” I inhale slowly and deeply. He keeps the heat on the bowl and I don’t want to be rude and let his shit burn so I keep sucking, faster now until my lungs are maxed and burning….my head spins, heart pounds, my cock strains out copious precum. He hands me the bong as I finish my rip and as I start to exhale, before I can even flinch, he jams four of his fingers into my mouth, two from the left on bottom and two from the right on top. I look up at him confused until I feel him applying pressure. “I bet I won’t have to stretch your face as much I do with my other bitches but I always warm up the kunt I’m about to fuck, get it nice and wide and wet so it can take all of me without trouble.” Then, not gently, he pulls my jaws in opposite directions, stretching my mouth open past its natural limit. He uses his remaining fingers to massage my tongue and tease my throat making me salivate even more. He spits directly down my throat. My eyes water. After a few delicious minutes of this, he pulls his fingers out of my panting gape, wipes them in my hair, takes the bong back and growls one simple command, “Worship.” #wip I’m as crazed, pathetic, high, lost, found, and dickmatized as I’ve ever been (and I know it) so I relish the moment as long as I am able. Leaning down, putting my face into his beautiful cock and massive balls, I inhale deeply. It’s better than poppers. Another whimper. Then I lick the underside of his balls, first one, than the other, teasing his flesh as I work around to the front. He moans out a guttural “fuuuuck.” Encouraged, I greedily suck his entire sack into my mouth trying to swallow them whole. My tongue works the base of his cock and his taint while I suck all the sweat/man smell I can get, lewdly slobbering everywhere, being who and what I am. In a natural pause, “take another rip faggot,” putting the freshly loaded bong to my mouth. Another brutally long and deep inhale. Finally he pulls the bong away and puts his massive hand over my mouth and nose, sets the bong down with his other hand and then grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to his cock, now fully 8.5” hard. “I don’t want to see any smoke until my pubes are up your nose.” Again, I involuntarily whimper. The huge rush has my esophagus opened wide ready to gulp oxygen and feed my amped up system. He has other plans. Hands on the back of my head he guides my mouth on to his cock. In one fail swoop I slurp his delicious veiny-smooth dick of death right down my throat, blasting what smoke was left in my lungs out of my nose into his pubes as ordered. My reward was him groaning and grabbing the back of my head with both hands, I inhale as much as I can preparing for whats coming. Throat relaxed, his hands grip tighter as he starts to fuck my face kunt like a teenager in heat. “Ho. Ly. Fuck” he said between thrusts. “I guess I’ve never had the pleasure of a real cock sucker before. And you’re not even fighting back! Fuck!” I seize the moment to maneuver one, then both balls into my mouth with my tongue. I was in heaven, face kunt completely full, owned by a fat cock and balls, molding my mouth kunt to his liking. “Fuck you faggot!” He groans and just looses his shit pounding his new kunt. Knowing one wrong move could cause either of us unpleasant injury, I do my best to relax and breath when I can. The pounding continues and I lose track of time, sort of how one does on a long train ride, hypnotized by the rhythm of the tracks. Except this was an extremely cloudy and aggressive ride, precisely the kind of ride I was born for. My neck is aching, I am sweating, and my jaw is getting sore. But these are all normal for a passionate cock sucker and trivial compared to the multiple “fag-gasms” my face kunt experiences thanks to his glorious cock. I can feel him getting harder, straining against the curve of my throat. Still in his two handed strong hold, he yanks my head backwards, mid fuck. I am immediately crestfallen and fearful I’ve hurt him some how. He laughs when he sees this written all over my slimy red face. “Don’t worry faggot, you’ll get a whole lot more of this cock, you didn’t have anywhere to be right?” Not that he was really asking me but I reaffirm my submission by panting a response. “Faggot is exactly where it needs to be, sir.” ## Part 2 He hands me his bong and a sack of rocks, “Pack that bowl and don’t stop sucking clouds till I say so.” As I numbly fumble with the obscenely full baggie, he gets up and dead bolts the front door. He turns around as I spark the bowl and his shorts fall to the ground. My eyes inhale his full glory as my lungs fill with smoke. He‘s one of those who look better naked: bigger, proportionate, powerful, manly. Somewhere in my brain I know this perception is altered because I’m on my knees and high as fuck, the faggot vying for full control, pathetically shivering with a need to serve, to be used unyieldingly. I’ve consciously surrendered my will and body to him, I'm hoping the drugs will hasten my subconscious in the same direction. The faggot cuts off my analytical thinking and I'm praying like a whore in church that he extracts every twisted ounce of pleasure his superior man psyche desires. My cock is twitching with the pangs of my faggoty needs... and I crack. Though I know I shouldn't speak the words come tumbling out. "Please sir, please.... fffucking faggot...chemed up whore kunt....begs you, begging-need to be used-to serve-just please, fuck, fucking, fuck use your faggots holes...anything I’ll do anything-for you-hard....without restraint...(I’m now in a full grovel at his feet, arms stretching forward toward him, knees spread wide with my back arching my kunt up, jerking with hunger).., I'll take-eat-suck anything you allow me to have, please, fuck, fucking break your filthy faggot....*whimper* make me yours I beg..." SMACK "SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DONT NEED TO HEAR YOUR VOICE EVER AGAIN UNLESS I ASK FOR IT! You got that, faggot?" I shoot precum when he says this. I look up into his eyes with a mixture of premature devotion, submission, and pleading then bend all the way down and kiss his feet. "Damn fucking straight. You really are a pathetic excuse for a man, fuck you AREN'T a man. You're just a tool in a man's body for Men to use....oh shit. Now I see...understand what you are and where you fit...” he laughs to himself, shrugs and with a sadistic smile continues, “...and I give zero fucks about you, what you want, or that you're even a human. Fuck, you're less than human. You're just faggot. Holes." A thought flashes across his face and I swear his cock jumps. "Fuck, why not, might as well make it real clear." He gets up and disappears into the kitchen for a minute. I dare not move, still face down ass up on the floor, whimpering. Then his feet suddenly in front of me, "Look at me, faggot." As ordered I look up and he grabs my face with his massive fucking hands pulling it just so. "I always like to label what's mine,” he says, leaning in gesturing with the fat marker he grabbed from the kitchen around my face. I respond by involuntarily oozing more precum onto his carpet. He flips the cap off with his thumb and makes the first strokes. “Especially around tweakers, that way if they fuck with my shit there’s no excuses.” With that he uses the industrial strength marker and writes across my face, from ear to ear, in big, thick, heavy letters, F A G. Smirking, he spits in my faces back hands me, yells for me to turn around and present him my checks which I enthusiastically do and he writes some more across my two cheeks. Whatever marker he is using is serious shit because the smell is worse than any popper I've had and my skin is burning. It hurts so good. He finishes marking his property and then two commands, "Bong. Cock." My eyes snap to his massive glass dick, and then his massive cock as I hand the bong up to him and gulp all of my reason for living down my throat in one go. He moans in to the bong as he melts the freshly added crystals and sucks a long and slow milky rip, expertly nursing the bong. "Look at me fag, suck in through you nose." Even with his cock buried 8" down my throat I can still breath around it when I relax. He exhales a mesmerizing, undulating cloud down his fuzzy chest, ripped abs, treasure trail, right into my face. I see my future in that cloud. As it slowly oozes towards me I feel the last vestiges of resistance start to fade. I no longer see myself as a semi-professional man functioning in society….I see a faggot, born to worship and be of service to men, at the mercy of their whims, only fulfilled when owned and being used for their pleasure. I deeply breath in his cloud, it gives me life and renewed purpose. Submitting, surrendering, relaxing, the remaining inch of so of his cock slides in my throat and I bury my nose in his fragrant pubes. I have one loud resonating thought….”home.” His cock pulses to a new level of hardness, my relaxed face kunt gladly bending to its will. He must see or sense my surrender. He leans down, blowing another massive fucking cloud into my face. “Are you my faggot, faggot?” he asks genuinely. I look up, sheer pathetic pleading and gratitude smeared all over my face and nod and whimper. He sneers, flexes his cock, and sparks the torch for another rip. “That was whole lot easier than I thought it was going to be.” This comment barely registers in my brain as his freshcloud, his will envelopes me more thoroughly than before. Then, surprisingly, he grabs my head pulling his cock a few inches out and pushes a bottle of poppers hard against my nostril while expertly closing the other. The thought registers for a micro second that this is not the first time he’s done this...and the next millisecond I’m instinctively, purposefully huffing the bottle numerous times. “Damn! I guess you like these then, huh faggot? They’re like a faggot superfood....now show me how just how desperate you are to be my property and suck that cock like it owns you...” The poppers are good. “Oh shit, really good!” I think. My world is buzzing and spinning almost too intensely for a moment and I sit back on my haunches and take a few, crazy eyed lungfuls of air. He must understand what is going on because he doesn’t reprimand me for taking his cock out of my mouth. Rolling his eyes, he hands me the bong already filled with smoke. I hungrily suck it down while melting another fat rip, filling my lungs to their max and holding it. I hand him back the bong, grab the poppers and take two quick whiffs, my eyes focused intensely on his fat, veined up, swollen headed, dripping 8.5”. In one fluid motion as the popper rush comes on, I lean in and lewdly slurp his cock down my open and eager throat, briefly glancing up at him for his approval. He flashes that sneer I’ve already started to crave. Dismissively, his eyes close and head falls back, his hands firmly grip his new face kunt as I suck his balls into my mouth, my nose bottoming out in his pubes. He starts to fuck. I cease to exist as I know myself. My awareness of the world around me fades and I am no longer an autonomous individual...the cock filling my throat, stretching, digging out it’s new property is my everything. A deep visceral sigh/moan washes over me as I completely surrender to the drugs, the faggot, his cock, him...him and his needs are my entire universe...his penultimate hole for use, unyielding.

Part 3 My last night in Berlin was the best! I went to Scheune which is becoming a new favorite of mine. After buying a beer and checking my coat, I headed downstairs to the play area. I knew I wanted to be an exhibitionist and get as many loads as possible, so I headed over to the sling area. Next to the sling, there was a wall with a grid of metal over it. I started to undress taking off my jeans while holding onto the metal. There was a heavyset German guy who was watching me while rubbing the bulge in his pants. From the look he was giving me I knew he wanted some ass and to unload. He had that look of hunger. I turned to make sure that he would have a clear view of my ass and my jockstrap while I stripped off the remainder of my clothes. He moved closer to me so I pulled out his dick and was stroking the stubby thickness of it. He put a hand on my ass and started rubbing and squeezing it while fingering my hole. I leaned forward. In the meantime a few other guys have been attracted to the action and were standing behind him in a semi circle. Between the crowd and my available ass, this guy didn’t need any more prompting. He bent me over and thrust his dick dick inside of me. It felt so good to know that I was being used in front of this crowd of men. He shoved and grunted with an urgency to unload. It didn’t take him long but once he was done immediately a member of the audience jumped on my ass and took his place. For the next half hour all of the 6-8 guys in the semi circle took their turns in my hole. Each one unloaded in me till they were all spent and I was left standing while cum dripped down my leg out of my hole. I felt like such a well used cumdump. It was incredibly satisfying and I was grateful for all of their loads.

Part 2 The remainder of my time at CDL was spent with the younger top who insisted on using a condom. Because he was so handsome I obliged and felt some fulfillment when after he fucked me, he took off the condom and stroked his thick meaty dick to unload right on my hole. With cum dripping off of my hole and down my leg, I walked around CDL for one last time as the small crowd seem to be disappearing. I got roughly shoved into one of the cubbies where an older masculine top pushed me over and thrust into me. He didn’t seem to care whether I would accommodate him but just took what he needed. He instinctively sensed that I was a cum dump and treated my hole accordingly. He grabbed my shoulders while fucking my hole in a circular motion. He thrust hard against my hole’s walls and I knew that his goal was to unload in me as quickly as possible. He switched to deep dicking me and slamming into my hole balls deep. With a growl he thrust even harder and unloaded as deep in me as he possibly could. He left it there for a minute and then as he pulled out, he pushed me off of him. By the time I had gotten my balance back, he was gone. I was left with the smell of his sweat and cum and the overwhelming sense of his masculinity and superiority over me. Shaken, I walked back to the hotel. I jerked off thinking about his treatment of me; feeling that I had been “just a hole” and knowing that this made me want to submit even more.

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I havent been back to Ohio to visit in years. I recently made a trip for the holidays to visit my family. My cousin who is about 10 years older than me, and who recently got out of prison was also in town and we hung out. He really hit the gym hard and came out looking pretty damn good. I had only recently been open with my family and was a bit nervous hanging out with him since before he never knew I was gay. At first nothing seemed off other than me randomly catching myself staring at him, which i felt guilty about since we are related. He caught me checking him out and at first didnt do much. Well the night progressed and everyone else either went home or passed out and it ended up just being my cousin and myself alone in the living room. He had already had a few beers and out of the blue he asked me "so I heard you are a faggot". It caught off guard one being called a faggot and two him just bring it up randomly. I didnt know how to respond and just turned to look at him. "so are you or arnt you a faggot" he asked again this time getting off the couch and coming towards me. I didnt know what to say and just nodded my head. I was about to say that it offended me being called a faggot but my words stopped in my throat when I heard and saw what he did next. He grabbed his crotch and came up straight to my face "im not going to lie, I got used to fucking some faggots. Felt great being able to bust in them without having to worry about getting a bitch pregnant. I got enough kids as it is" His hand is holding his crotch and he is looming over me as i sit on the couch. I cant take my eyes off his growing bulge in his pants and he gives me a smirk. "I saw you checking me out all day, I know you want this, you cant deny it." I just nod my head cant believing what is happening. I felt guilty because we are related but he had gotten really hot and his dick was very noticeably hard and my inner pig starts to come out. I cant keep my eyes off his crotch as i bite my lip wanting to taste it. He laughs and walks away, at first i thought he was teasing me and I felt my stomach drop, but then he asked "well arnt you going to come to my room with me, cant have anyone walk in on us. I aint no faggot i just like fucking a nice hole and dont want anyone to think otherwise". Im off the couch and following him to his room before I know it. I follow him into his room and he just lays on his bed and motions me over. "Come suck on my dick get it nice and wet faggot". I obediently does what he says and walk over. I slowly pull his sweat pants off and expose his throbbing cock. It had to be about 7 1/2 inches and pretty thick. I cant resist at this point and immediately take his dick into my mouth. His dick is oozing precum and it has a slight bitter taste from all the booze he had been drinking. He is leaning back his arms behind his head with his eyes closed. "suck that dick faggot, get it nice and wet". I first start off slow just tasting his cock but then I feel his big rough hands on the back of my head and he shoves my head down on his cock. I gag at first and try to pull back but he holds my head down. "lets get that saliva going, yeah gag on my big dick faggot." my eyes are watering but i relax my throat and deep throat it his fat cock. "fuck yeah you faggots really know how to work a cock" he starts to thrust into my mouth and im doing everything i can to swallow it. Suddenly he pulls my head off his cock and grabs me throwing me on the bed. He practically rips my pants off me and pushs my body down exposing my ass to him. "mmm look at that hole" he says and spits on it. He then rubs his cock on my hole and then shoves in. I try to relax but I was not prepared for it and my body tenses up. He just pushs all his weight on top of me pinning me down as he keeps his dick inside me. His hand had found its way to my mouth as he holds it to keep me from making any noise. "fuck yeah faggot, take that dick, fuck your ass is so tight not like those other loose holes." he whispers into my ear as he pushes deeper in me. At first im in pain and im trying not to whimper and relax, he just continues to thrust into me. I dont know if it was because he was man handling me or if it was because I was very tight but it didnt really take him long before i felt his body start to tense up and he starts grunting in my ear. I can feel his dick throbbing deep inside me as he unloads his seed into me. He leaves his dick in me and just continues to lay on top of me. At this point it is really dawning on me I just got fucked by a relative, by my hot ex convict cousin. He finally pulls out and slaps my ass. "yep you have a nice tight hole and im going to make you mine"

I had business trip to ranggon . I heard Burmeseguy have big cock. My inner slut so high the first thing i did after checkin in hotel was check on my grindr. Although i like bareback, i always well prepared with condom and lube just incase. It was about 3:30 pm. After chat with few local, i decide to meet one burmese guy at 5 pm. Coz he had to finish his work. Out of sudden, one guy chat on me. He told me he bit chubby. I ask him if he can send me his dick pic. He said he didnt have. But he guarantee i will like it. He was free. So i let him to come. The guy was quite cute but bit fat. But i was so horny so i didnt care. He open his pant and i can say his cock is big enough for asian standard. He facefuck me while i suck his penis. Suddenly, i got call from coworker to my mobile. So i stop while still in bed talking with my coworker. And slowly..he push his cock to my ass hole from behind. Bare..!! I tried to control my voice so my coworker wont hear it... I open my leg a bit so he can easly push it. I stop the phone and le him literally "rape" my hole. Boy..he is good. And almost take a hour for him to cum. We did on the bed, chair, floor, and bathroom. He cum twice inside me. After finish. He dress up and go home. While i try to cath my breath, the first guy i plan to meet arrived. This guy quite slim...and big dick too. At first he ask if i have condom. I show condom next on the table. While we foreplay and i sit on top of him. He slide his cock ro my ass. My sore ass open again and got hard fuck me like no mercy . He cum like dont care inside me. After that he clean him self and go home. I got sore in another day. The first guy i meet

"Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours." That's what they said right before they started tag teaming my asshole with their raw cocks. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I was 19, my family took a trip to one of those all-inclusive resorts to Cancun. It was over Christmas break, so I guess it was a nice escape from the winter, but the resort wasn't exactly geared for the fun of a 19 year old who wasn't drinking. We had done the side trips to the ruins and shit, but mostly we hung at the resort where I was bored and mostly alone while my parents drank and had fun. One day they opted for the catamaran drunk cruise. I begged them to not make me go. I pulled the "I'm not a child anymore" card and said I would be quite content reading, napping and lounging by the pool. They finally relented, and I was left to my own devices for an entire day. If only they'd been more protective of their horny, gay son. I hit the pool pretty early with only my book, towel, mirrored shades, and swimsuit. Since I used to be a competitive swimmer I still had my speedo, which is what I decided would make for the best tan lines. I claimed one of the lounge chairs and set in for a nice day of relaxation. And I promptly fell asleep in the warm sun. I awoke some time later hearing hushed voices next to me. It was two, obviously American men whispering in close proximity to me. Voice 1: Look, the kid totally has a boner! Voice 2: Shhh! Don't wake him up and embarrass him. Voice 1: (laughing) Looks like part of him is already awake! (This is when I realized that I had one of those relaxed, sun-boners and they were talking about me! I was mortified and kept still while desperately trying to will my hardon away, but it wouldn't budge.) Voice 1: Damn, it just flexed in his suit! Totally hot! Voice 2: Yeah, the kid has a nice package on him, and a nice little body. Voice 1: I'm getting hard just looking at the outline of his cock. Oh the things we could do... Voice 2: Don't even think about it. Voice 1: Oh, like you aren't thinking about filling that young ass. Voice 2: Go get us a couple beers and cool off. I heard Voice 1 guy get up and flip-flop away toward the bar. Hearing them talk about me in a gay way was making my dick so hard that I knew it wasn't going to go away without a serious spank. I made sort of a fakey "I'm snoring and waking myself up" noise and rolled over onto my stomach. I tried to lay there quietly like I was still asleep. And when Voice 1 came back, I did an equally fake slow wake up and roll over, but simultaneously grabbed my towel and covered my still throbbing junk. I sat up and decided to read a bit, thinking this might take my mind off things. No such luck. Especially when I saw the two men attached to the voices. One was mid 40's, salt and pepper hair, rough beard, and a stocky, muscular body covered with a pelt of coarse, curly black hair. The other was blonde, a bit younger (maybe mid 30's), tall, smooth, tanned and toned. Both were exceedingly attractive (the blonde could have been a model) and both were wearing straining speedos that left very little to the imagination. I tried to ignore them, but they could tell I was staring. Voice 1: Hi there! What are you reading? (it was the blonde) Oh my god. They were so hot and they were talking to me! I stuttered a bit before telling them that I was reading Humboldt's Gift for my American literature class. I remember this fact purely because I never did finish that damn book and had to cliff note the fucker. This opened the doorway into conversation, through which I learned that they were John (Voice 1) and Vince (Voice 2), a gay couple on vacation. They asked many questions about me, like was I there alone? Was I enjoying my free day? What time would my parents be back? Did I have any plans for the rest of the day? By this time my boner had actually gone down and I was thirsty, so I uncovered myself and stood up to go to the bar to get a coke. My further mortification was imminent. Vince: Um, you might want to sit back down. Me: Why? John: (laughing) Because you left a spot of precum in your speedo the size of a half-dollar! I looked down, and sure enough my penis had betrayed me yet again. My electric blue speedo had a huge, dark blue spot of wetness centered right at my cock head. I hastily sat down and covered up again, completely and utterly embarrassed. Vince, however, knew what to do. "John, go get him a coke would you?" "Sure thing." As John walked off, Vince quietly remarked "Don't be embarrassed. It happens to all of us. And, truth be told, that's a pretty impressive spot. You must be a big leaker. Or just incredibly horny." "Well... um...." "So, are you? A healthy cummer, I mean?" "Isn't that sorta personal?" "Lemme guess. You are stuck here with family and you haven't jacked off in days. And now you are so backed up you were going to fire off a few loads today with your free time. Am I right?" "How'd you know?" Chuckling, Vince replied "We've all been there, guy." "What are you two laughing about?" John asked as returned, coke in hand. Taking the lead, Vince explained "The poor guy hasn't cum in days because he's been cooped up with his parents. Hence the gigantic wet spot." John handed me my coke, and a glance passed between he and Vince. I couldn't believe I was having an open conversation about jacking off and precum with two relative strangers, even if they were two, handsome gay men. Apparently they were of one mind, cause without any further discussion John remarked "You know, we could help you out of your jam. You need to empty yourself out before you make a mess all over this pool deck, and it just so happens that Vince and I like to pleasure guys, such as yourself." "Oh, I don't know... I um...," I stuttered, turning even beet red in embarrassment. "No pressure or anything. It would just be a relaxing, fun time and all about your pleasure. We would make sure you would be empty enough to survive the rest of your stay here with your parents," Vince explained, in a very discrete, man-to-man voice. "Honestly, I'm not sure I should," I responded, honestly more than a little interested. John: What else have you got to do today? I guarantee you'll have a better time than just sitting by the pool kicking yourself for missing a mind-blowing afternoon of sex. Vince: It's your call, but we're nice guys and I think you would have fun. Me: .... ok. We left the pool together and they escorted me up to their hotel room. Now, while I wasn't a virgin (I'd been having oral sex with other boys for a few years now, and I had a fairly regular suck session with a fraternity guy at school) but I'd never done any kind of anal. And definitely had never done a three way. And I'd never had sex with men clearly much older than I was. So you can imagine how very nervous I was. At first we just sat on their bed and they gave me a beer. I drank it fast and relaxed a little. Then they each reached out a hand and started stroking me lightly. Massaging my neck a little. I started to get hard. Both were very patient to start. They gently stripped off my swimsuit and laid me back on the bed. Both of their mouths fell to working on my body-- my neck, my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, my balls. And then I felt the wet heat on my cock. Instantly I was rock hard and straining to hold myself back from the waves of pleasure rocking my body. It was John sucking my cock while Vince sucked and tongued my nipples. He slowly traced his tongue up my neck, to my adam's apple, and then over my chin to my mouth. When Vince's mouth met mine, everything exploded-- including my orgasm. John greedily clamped down on my cock and took every drop. He stayed there until my dick finally stopped squirting like a minute later. John: Holy FUCK this kid's a cummer! God damn! Vince: And I think I found his trigger points. Me: I'm sorry! It's just that when you kissed me I couldn't hold back. You are just so... handsome. And hairy! Vince: (laughing) Yeah, I do have a bit of fur. Me: It's hot! John: I think the kid isn't done yet... he still hasn't gone soft. After that, John and Vince stripped off their suits... and wow. John was totally clean shaven, which made his cock look exceptionally huge. Judging from the size of mine, I figured he had to be at least 8 inches. And Vince had a dark bush of pubes, big balls and a shorter, but decently thick, uncut cock. And both had these curious tattoos on their hips. Me: Oooh. You guys have matching tattoos! Looks like a nuclear symbol. Are you guys radioactive or something? John: (smirking) Something like that. Me: Well, you both are pretty hot! Vince: I think we should massage another load or two out of our friend here, John. Me: Hell yeah! Deal! We had another couple of beers, and then Vince got the lube out of their travel bag. I was buzzing well at this point and feeling pretty good. Vince got me up on all fours, and then proceded to do something that nobody had done to me up to that point. He ate my ass. And when his tongue hit my pucker, I almost came unglued. This released the last of my inhibitions, and I became an insatiable fuck hole that afternoon. John was kneeling on the bed close to me, and as soon as Vince started rimming me, my mouth latched onto John's cock and I started sucking for all I was worth. I was only able to fit about half his cock in my mouth and I tasted his precum as I worked his salty slit with my tongue. John: Damn Vince, this kid can SUCK! Vince: Yeah, but we're here to milk him dry. And I think he needs to be milked from the inside. And with that, Vince lubed a finger and slid it into my butthole. Electricity jumped through me and I became a sex crazed novice bottom. He fingered my prostate (nobody had ever done that either) and it made me go crazy with desire. I sucked John like a hoover while bucking around on Vince's finger, all the while drooling precum all over the bedspread. Vince worked a couple fingers into me along with more lube... then his fingers left my ass. It felt like someone had shut off my horny switch. But then, I felt Vince's cock head rubbing up against my hole, teasing and pressing against my pucker. And while it was electric, warning bells were going off in my head. Me: Do you have a condom? Vince: Yeah, somewhere I think. But how about I just tease your pretty butthole a bit with my cock first? Me: We really need a condom. And you need to go easy on me-- I've never been fucked. Vince: Never?? Me: Nope. I've wanted to do it, but it just hasn't ever happened yet. John: Vince, pass me the poppers. I'll help our little bottom virgin out. Me: What are poppers? They aren't drugs are they? I don't do drugs. John: No, you just sniff them and they help you relax. They actually have a medical purpose. Me: Um.... John: Here, I'll show you. Just take a small sniff like this... John took a hit, and I could see him go flush a bit and relax. Then he held the bottle under my nose. I debated it for about a second, and then took a hit. The warm rush was incredible. Vince timed my rush with another finger assault which had me begging for more. The damn poppers had made me desperate for cock and had silenced those pesky warning bells. Me: Oh god. Fuck me! Vince: You want it? Me: Yes! I need to feel your cock inside me! Now! Please?? Vince didn't need to be asked twice. John held the little bottle under my nose again, I took a hit. And as I went soaring on a wave of pleasure, Vince entered my ass. While it hurt, it really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Sure it burned a little bit, but overall he was able to slide right in and I just felt full. It probably helped that he was uncut and I was an incredibly horny teenager. Vince slow fucked me while I got used to having a cock in my ass, and I went back to working John's big cock with my tongue and throat. The pleasure I was getting from both ends being filled, plus the alcohol, plus the poppers had me rock hard and begging for as much sex as these two men could dish out. Vince eventually sped up his tempo and the sensation his fat cock was giving me was making my head reel. I was tingling everywhere and begging to cum again. I reached back to cup Vince's balls and to feel his cock sliding in and out of my ass. And that's when I noticed he didn't have a condom on. Me: Where's the condom? Vince: You told me you wanted cock in you now. I didn't have time to put one on. Me: But sex without a condom is risky... Vince: Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours. John: Here, have some more poppers... Vince continued to fuck me and my protests ebbed as the pleasure increased. John pushed his dick back into my mouth and I let the poppers relax me into the pure ecstasy of man on man on man sex. Vince: Oh Johnny, you really need to feel this boy's ass. It's so tight and smooth! John: I can't wait for my turn! Vince: Well, it's coming soon. I'm about ready to share... John: Sweet! Here kid, take another hit Me: Damn this feels so good. Vince: It's gonna get better in a minute. I'm going to put my cock head right at your prostate and you are going to feel me flex it. Trust me, it will drive you wild with pleasure. Me: Do it! I wanna feel that! Vince thrust a few more times in me quickly, then parked his cock a little more than halfway inside me. And then I felt it. His cock head was pressed up inside me, and I could feel throbbing and flexing inside me. The sensation was incredible! John: You doing it Vince? Vince: Fuuuck yeah. You feel that, kiddo? Yeah, I'm trying to milk your load out from the inside. Me: It feels amazing, I don't want it to stop. Vince: I can do it again later, but now it's John's turn though. And just wait til you feel him inside you! Me: I don't know... he's so big! I'm not sure I can take it... Vince pulled out with a wet plop, and shifted around the bed. He suggested that I try riding John's cock to start. That way I could control it better and be more comfortable. Without Vince in me, I felt like my switch had again been turned off and I desperately wanted it back on again. So I agreed. John lay down on the bed- his cock enormous and intimidating. Vince lubed him up and worked a bit more lube up my ass. Me: Shouldn't we get a condom? John: Vince didn't have to wear one. Me: But we have time to get one one now and... Vince: It's okay kid, just try it for a bit. We can always get one on later. I want John to feel what I got to feel! Me: Just... don't cum in me. Okay? John: Wouldn't dream of it. I straddled John's groin. John held onto the base of his cock while I tried to line up his head with my hole. Vince fed me more poppers, and before I knew it I was sliding down almost the full length of John's big cock. He bottomed out inside me with still about an inch of cock to go. There was a dull pain deep in my abdomen when John's cock head was poking my guts, but the sensation of that much cock sliding inside me and filling my guts sent me over the moon. I think my eyes literally rolled back into my head. John: Holy fuck! This kid is a natural born bottom! Vince: What did I tell you? John: So fuckin' hot and slick! Thanks for lubing it up for me! Me: Oh my God! You are so fucking BIG! Vince: Enjoy the ride you two. I started sliding up and down on John's cock and he let me control the fuck action. Every thrust into me from his cock gave me the sensation like I was stroking my own erect penis. Only I wasn't touching myself. It was like I was jacking off, but no-handed. The pleasure was building, and it sent my body into sort of a fuck frenzy. I was fucking myself down onto John's cock and building my orgasm with every bounce. Vince straddled John's face and fed his soft, uncut cock into John's mouth while John grabbed my hips and helped ram my ass up and down faster on his cock. Vince worked my nipples and then planted another deep, wet, scratchy beard kiss on me. I went into overload. Me: Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Vince: Do it, kid! Me: Dont' stop fucking me-- I'm so close! John: I wanna feel you cum with my dick jammed in your sweet fuckhole! Vince grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again hard and with that kiss my first shot arced up between us and spattered all over Vince's hairy chest. As soon as he felt me start to shoot, John grabbed my hips and thrust all the way into my butt, even that last inch that wouldn't go in seemed to find a place inside me. The pain in my guts mixed with my orgasmic pleasure was enough to make me cry out into Vince's mouth. But I couldn't stop cumming. Volley after volley of my spunk coated Vince and dripped down onto John's face. I was spasming like I was having a seizure and Vince eventually just looked on in amazement as John started laughing and licking up the cum gobs that spattered his way. I kept shuddering and shaking with the post orgasmic shivers. Vince kissed me gently while I was still impaled on John's cock and trying to relax my quivering sphincter. John told me that if I stopped wiggling around so much he could make himself go soft so it would be easier to pull out. A few minutes later and after some deep breathing on my part he was indeed flaccid and I was able to ease myself off of him. Feeling fully satiated, I was going to take my leave but Vince and John convinced me otherwise. Vince: You are a young stud, and I bet you have another load in you yet. John: Besides, we haven't cum, have we Vince? Vince: No we haven't. And there's still a few more things we could do together. Three cocks offer so many options... John: It would be a shame to waste them. Me: But I probably should be going... Vince: Where? You're parents aren't gonna be back for a few hours yet. Might as well spend it fucking. John: Hasn't it been fun? Haven't you enjoyed yourself? We've sure enjoyed you. In the end I agreed to stay for another round of sex. We had a few more beers, and they eventually got me hard by tongue-fighting over my cock. This got them hard too and the next thing I knew it was a free for all on their bed. We were all kissing and sucking whatever we could get our mouths on, rubbing on each other, humping, etc. I ended up on top and this time rode Vince's cock (I had decided that I quite liked riding and being in charge) while John stood on the bed so I could suck him. Then John squatted over Vince's face so Vince could tongue his hole while John and I made out. John worked my nips and I begged Vince to do the pulse-trick on my prostate again. After about 15 more minutes of fucking, he grabbed my hips and I felt the magic throbbing inside me again. Each pulse was like an joy buzzer shock inside me- I loved it! Then they both maneuvered me so that I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. More poppers and John was fucking me again with his huge cock while Vince stood over my face with his flaccid, wet, uncut penis. Me: I've never sucked an uncut cock before. Vince: Well, this is a day full of firsts for you! John: (giggling) And lasts... Me: I think I'll remember this day for the rest of my life Vince: Of that I have no doubt. John grabbed my ankles and took to fucking my ass hard. And I took Vince into my mouth and let my tongue savor his foreskin. The feeling of the skin was silky, and I could taste a mixture of lube and what I thought was his precum. When I inhaled, I got a full whiff of his musky manscent. It was almost better than the poppers. The rush of blood to my head and the feeling of foreskin in my mouth was dizzying. John flipped me around (all while not pulling out his cock) and got me on all fours. He then suggested to Vince that since this had been a day of firsts, how about they make me Lucky Pierre? Vince agreed and hopped up on the bed in front of me. I had no idea what a "lucky pierre" was, until Vince spit on my cock, and shoved it into his ass. It was so warm and velvety... so unlike anything I had ever experienced. So hot! So much better than a blow job! I was getting my ass fucked by a big cock while simultaneously losing my anal topping virginity inside a hot, furry daddy! It was all too much. I think I lasted all of a minute before I warned them that I was getting close. That's when John reached forward, grabbed Vince's hips and Vince reached back and grabbed mine. I was locked in place between them and stuck in Vince's ass! Me: I'm gonna cum! I should pull out!!! Vince: Just cum in me, kid! John: Do it! He wants you to! Me: But... but... Vince: I trust you John: C'mon kid! Shoot that load! Breed my boyfriend! John thrust again hard inside me and with that I erupted inside Vince's ass. The wet heat of my orgasm enveloped my cock as I shot my third load of the afternoon into Vince's bare ass, groaning "God DAMN, this feels awesome!" Apparently it was an impressive orgasm because Vince echoed my remarks saying "Holy fuck, I can feel him cumming in me!" In full approval, John answered "So hot! Take that virgin load!" After my orgasm finally subsided, John slid out of my ass with ease and I did the same to Vince. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on their bed. I awoke about an hour later, with a headache and instant fear. According to the bedside clock, my parents were due back at any time. I jumped to my feet, pulled-on my speedo, grabbed my stuff and headed out. I thanked Vince and John for the best sex of my young life and they said it was truly their pleasure. I made it back to the pool and managed to rinse the sex off about ten minutes before my parents arrived, so they were none the wiser about my afternoon activities. Several weeks after we got home I got really sick. My parents figured it was just some bug I picked up while in Mexico. Six months later at the student health center at college, I found out my parents were right. It was something I picked up in Mexico. And I discovered the meaning behind Vince and John's matching tattoos.

Just curious how many cumdumps shave their holes or go natural? For me, I haven't shaved my hole in a long time.

This is the first time I've posted in this section but I've wanted to tell this story for a long time. I've fucked bareback for many years now and have done so at various times in my life even when the safe sex message was really strong and it seemed like condoms were everywhere. I can honestly say I've never actively chased though. I enjoyed fucking and being fucked without a condom and of course I knew that some of the guys who fucked me and deposited their seed in me must be positive - but I didn't ever want to know. It didn't turn me on to know that I was taking a positive load or a negative load - what turned me on was not knowing. When I went home with a load of cum in my arse it was the knowledge that I might have been infected that turned me on the most. I've always been viewed as someone who is considered and measured and someone who makes sound judgements - both at work and in my personal life. When it comes to sex I totally get off on taking risks and always have. This happened a number of years ago when I had travelled up to Scotland to attend a friend's civil partnership ceremony, The ceremony was taking place in a country hotel just outside Glasgow and we were all staying over at the hotel. It was an amazing venue and I was looking forward to seeing all my friends and to enjoying the day. I was also very horny - I had been working hard for a while and had not had much time for play. I have always found weddings and civil partnerships good opportunities to hook up and I was hoping that I would be lucky this time. Although I am more of a top than a bottom, there are times when I just want to be fucked and fucked hard and this was one of them. I knew that only a good, hard bareback fuck would satisfy me. I met up with some of my friends and we had a few drinks before the ceremony. After the ceremony we all had a few more drinks and I was beginning to really enjoy myself. We had some time before the meal and as my eye began to wander round the room I noticed a good looking black guy standing with a group near the bar. He had a really fit body and when I went up to the bar to get some more drinks I couldn't help noticing that he had an even fitter arse. Just then he looked my way and smiled and I quickly looked away. I was fairly sure that he knew I had been checking out his arse and I got the impression that he didn't mind. After the meal I went to the toilet and when I went in there he was standing at the urinal taking a piss. He was standing back from the urinal and checking his phone with one hand while holding what looked like a massive cock in his other hand. He grinned at me as I took my place next to him and began to take a much needed piss. I couldn't help looking at his cock and he was not making any effort to hide it. When we had both finished and washed out hands at the sink he grinned at me. I grinned back and we both left the toilet. As we got outside he introduced himself and asked me if I fancied getting a drink. I had the feeling it was game on..... His name was Darren and as we chatted I found him really easy to get on with and found we had a lot in common. After a while our conversation became a bit more suggestive and then quite explicit and I was getting more and more turned on. He asked me if I was staying over and I said I was. He grinned and then to my disappointment he said it was a pity he wasn't staying over too. It turned out that he had to be back in London for work early the next morning and was flying back down on the last flight of the evening. I was really gutted but then he checked his watch and said we have at least an hour before the evening guests arrive - why don't we spend it having some fun. He had told me he had a partner but he had also made it clear that he was up for it and I had made it equally clear that I wanted him to fuck me. I finished my drink and motioned him to follow me. "Wait." he said. "There's something I have to tell you." I looked at him. "I don't like using condoms." he said. I grinned. "That's ok," I said "Neither do I." He was looking more serious now. "There's something else," he said. "I'm HIV positive." "Oh," I said "And I'm not on any meds." "Oh" I said again. "So you'd be taking a pretty big risk." He looked at me. I had been in this situation before and I knew that I could easily make an excuse and not take this any further but I knew I didn't want to do that. In fact I was even more turned on and I felt like I was going to cum in my pants at the thought of Darren fucking me and and pumping a big load of toxic cum into me. "I don't care." I said He asked me if I was sure and I nodded. I was sure. He grinned and seconds later we were making our way to the lift. The lift was empty and as soon as the doors closed he pulled me towards him and kissed me. I could feel his big cock pressing against me and it was all I could do to stop myself pulling my pants down letting him fuck me right there in the lift. Soon we were in my room and he was standing in front of me. I unzipped his smart trousers and pulled them down along with his smart designer underpants. His cocks was not yet fully hard but already I could see that it was massive. I took it into my mouth and he sighed as I began to suck his cock. I sucked him for a while and them moved down to lick his big balls. Soon we were both naked on the bed and I was down sucking his cock again. I motioned to him to turn over so that I could lick his arse and he knelt up on the bed for me. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his hairy arse. I licked him a while and then took his cock into my mouth again. I reached into the pouch of my holdall and took out some lube. "Fuck me!" I said. I knelt up on the bed - lubed and ready for him. I felt the head of his big cock pushing against my hole. " Are you sure you want this?" he asked as he pushed his cock slowly but surely up my arse. "Fuck yeah" I moaned "Do it!" He pushed his cock right up me, gave me a moment to get used to it, and the began to fuck. I was so turned on it was hard to stop myself from cumming as Darren began to fuck me. I can honestly say it was one of the best fucks I had ever had - I had rarely had such a big cock up me and I moaned for him to fuck me harder. He was fucking me hard and fast now and just as I was thinking it couldn't get any better he pulled out and motioned to me to get on my back. I l lay down on my back and raised my legs in the air as he pushed his big cock back up me and began to fuck again. I was urging him on now, moaning for him to fuck me and load me up and I knew he was getting close. As he fucked me I played with his big balls, knowing that they were full of toxic cum and that any minute now he was going to shoot it right into me. I thought back over all the years I had practised safe sex, using condoms on every occasion and never taking any chances. I thought back to how strictly I had been brought up and wondered what my friends who were so concerned about safe sex would say if they could see me on my back with my legs in the air begging for a positive load...... He was getting closer now - his breathing was getting heavier and he was fucking me even harder. "I'm close....." he panted, "Do you want it?" "Fuck yeah," I moaned "Do it....fucking do it" "I'm going to cum in your arse," he moaned "I'm going to do it.......I'm going to fucking poz you!" "Do it!" I moaned again "Fucking do it....Poz me......Knock me up!" I felt his toxic cum pumping into me and at the same moment I shot a massive load of cum all over myself. It felt like neither of us was ever going to stop cumming. When he had pulled out I took his cock into my mouth and licked it clean. I wanted every bit of cum he had to offer. I laid on the bed as Darren got up and as I heard him noisily taking a piss in the toilet I reflected on what I had just done. I knew I had wanted it and I knew I couldn't rule out doing something like this again. I had another drink with Darren and then I joined my friends for the evening. I wondered what they would think if they knew I had a big load of toxic cum in my arse. The thought kept me turned on all evening and after a while I excused myself and went to the toilet. I went into a cubicle and pulled my trousers and pants down. Even though I had cum heavily just a couple of hours before, I wanked myself off to another shattering climax, turned on by the feeling of a big toxic load deep in my arse. I had crossed another line.

Moving in with Dad Todd never knew his Father when he was growing up. His Dad, Jeff, had knocked-up Todd's Mom back when the two of them were in high school and since they lived in a small, ultra church-going town, she was not going to have an abortion. Todd's mother raised him on her own until she suddenly died midway through his senior year of high school. His maternal grand parents wanted to take him in, but state law gave Jeff primary responsibility for Todd's care, so once Jeff was apprised of the situation, he gladly took Todd in to live with him in a town in the adjoining county. The first few days for Todd in his Father's were, quite naturally, somewhat awkward, but the two found a comfortable routine. Todd was particularly pleased when he realized his Father was far less controlling than his Mother had been, so Todd found himself enjoying a sense of freedom which he never experienced with his Mother, especially when Jeff guided Todd through the process of getting a driver's license and in providing a car which Todd could use to drive to and from school, as well use as around town. Todd even felt the freedom to explore more of himself. From an early age Todd had sensed he was gay, but given the ultra-conservative character of his Mother's family and the town in which he and she had lived, he suppressed any exploration of his sexuality. Living with his Father, on the other hand, was a different story, and Todd quickly found a himself a friend at school, David, with whom he could let his guard down and be himself. Quickly David and Todd were spending a fair amount of time together, and, given Jeff was often out on weekend evenings, Todd was able to host. The first night they hung out Todd received and gave his first blow job, in the process swallowing David's load, which was Todd's first experience in tasting cum. The following week David got Todd to fuck him, and as David never used condoms, the fuck session was bareback. Naturally David bred Todd's hole, maintaining condoms ruined a good sexual experience for both the top and bottom. On Todd's 18th birthday came around, Jeff took him out for a nice dinner, and the following Friday night, when Jeff was on the road, David introduced Todd to a strange glass pipe, showing Todd how to take a hit off of it. Now, Todd had never explored any recreational substances, but having enjoyed everything David had suggested they explore up to date, it wasn't a stretch to get him to try smoking a bowl or two. That night, however, somewhat unexpected, Jeff came home early, entering the house quietly to avoid awakening his son. Moving soundlessly down the hallway, Jeff passed Todd's door, which was slightly ajar, the glow of a television providing the only light in the vicinity. However, before Jeff had completely passed the doorway, he registered a slight hint of movement which arrested Jeff, compelling him to pause to understand what he was seeing. Then, through the gap between the door and the door frame, Jeff registered Todd was 'entertaining' David, and that David on Todd's bed, on all fours, and that Todd was behind him and that both boys were naked. Standing discretely in the shadows, Jeff smiled and thought to himself, "Like father, like son," and, this same reaction extended to seeing Todd light up and heat the bowl. At this exact moment, David chanced to glance back at Todd, and in so doing, caught a glimpse of Jeff. The two briefly locked eyes, and then Jeff discretely and quietly moved down the hall, heading for his own bedroom. David, however, was not as sang froid as Jeff, and slid off of Todd's cock saying "Todd, your Dad just walked down the hallway and saw us!" "You sure?" Todd asked, even as David dressed. "Yeah, absolutely. Sorry, guy, but I'm out of here. We'll talk later." After David left Todd thew on some mesh basketball shorts and, taking a deep breath, walked down the hallway to see his father, whose bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a light was burning. Before Todd could knock his father called out in an even voice, "Come on in, Todd." Not knowing what to expect, Todd complied, finding his Father in the bathroom doing something with the water running. "Todd, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right out," Jeff called. A few seconds later Jeff walked into the bedroom, shocking Todd in the process: Jeff was butt ass naked. Todd was not so shocked, however, not to think 'Man, Dad has a great body, and I guess I have Dad's cock'. In fact, Todd couldn't help but stare at his Father. Although 35 Jeff's body was quite muscular, and his cock was a full eight inches, even soft. Moving his line of sight up to his Father's face, Todd relaxed somewhat. Clearly his Father wasn't outraged or distraught, in fact he looked quite cool. 'He's probably going to give me a safe sex talk', Todd thought. What he didn't expect was Jeff's opening question "So, how do you like fucking David?" Although a bit startled at the opening question, Todd had presence of mind to answer honestly "It's great, Dad, I love fucking David." "And what about the pipe?" Todd wasn't on uncertain ground how to best answer, but Jeff made it easy when he set the stage saying "I sure like smoking sand glass pipe. Don't you?" The Jeff really blew Todd away when he asked "Todd, would you like to get high with me? The stuff I have will blow you away." Todd didn't have to actually answer his Father. Rather Jeff approached with a rubber strap, a syringe loaded with some liquid, and an alcohol wipe. Jeff put the rubber strap on Todd's left bicep, and then used the alcohol wipe to wipe-down Todd's inner elbow, and then, still not having said a word, Jeff took the syringe in hand, pulling the cap off with his teeth, then sinking the needle in a fat vein in Todd's inner elbow, withdrew the plunger, drawing forth a drop of blood before emptying the content of the syringe into Todd. Just before Jeff removed the rubber strap was "Todd you'll probably feel a surge of warmth, followed by a chemical taste in the back of your throat and then you'll probably cough a couple times, then you'll feel your heart race and your breath will also increase. Just ride the rush, relax and enjoy the experience."

Joining the Gang by RawNerd » Wed Jul 27, 2011 11:54 am Joining the Gang My family had just moved and I was forced to leave my friends behind, especially my girlfriend. We had been dating since before starting high school. She was really cute and everyone said that we made a great couple. I was 5’10” tall with a lean runners build weighing 145 pounds with blond hair and green eyes. She was 5’6”, with a tight gymnast body weighing about 100 pounds with red hair and eyes. We lost our virginity to each other when we were 15 after our freshman year. The sex was incredible and I never found the need to jerk off, that is, until we moved and I was separated from her by a couple thousand miles. We had just gotten settled and I put on my rollerblades and set out to explore this dinky little town we moved to. My parents told me that they had a skate park here and I set out to find it. After negotiating the small streets I found the skate park and noticed a group of guys skating and having fun. I figured it was time to meet some new friends. I started to skate around when a couple of the guys came over to talk to me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” This big guy said. I was guessing he was about 6’1” or 6’2”, no more than 150 pounds. Kind of like a stick if you ask me. “If you want to skate here you’re gonna have to join our gang.” These delinquents are a gang? That was a surprise for such a dinky little town like this. I grew up in the big city and these guys didn’t seem like a gang to me. I felt I could handle myself and figures why not join them. “Sure I’ll join your gang.” The tall lanky guy seemed to be the leader and gave me an address and told me to meet them after sun down if I seriously had the balls to join them. I never backed down from anything in my life and these guys were no challenge. I skated home and just before dark I skated over to the address they gave me. It was a house at the end of the block. I skated up to the door and there was a sign that told me to go to the back door and go down the stair to the basement. I went around to the back door and kicked off my skates and headed down the stairs. The basement was dimly light and when I hit the bottom of the stairs I was grabbed and pushed to the floor. I felt ropes being placed around my wrists and ankles. I was dragged over to a wooden saw horse where my wrists and ankles were tied down. I then felt my shorts and t-shirt being cut away from my body leaving me in my boxers. I figured this was their little initiation to their gang. Then I saw the leader standing before me as he kicked his shorts off and shucked his shirt over his head. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and I had a good look at his cock as it began to stiffen. I felt something cool on my as the gang leader began to tell me what was going on. “I knew who you were the second I saw you at the skate park. You’re the son of our new church minister. We figured you’d be a good addition to our gang. My dad is the county sheriff, we have the son’s of the high school principal, both son’s of the mayor and few others.” Then I felt a needle stick in my arm and a rush up my arm into my throat. I coughed out really hard, felt my heart beating really fast as a loud ringing began in my ears. I thought ‘WOW! What did they just give me?’ I began to feel so horny but I could tell my cock was soft. The gang leader continued, “Are you liking what we just gave you? I had a feeling you would. It’s a gang initiation ritual I started it when we started this gang. Three of us are the founders, myself and the two brothers who are the sons of the mayor. When we added the son of the county sheriff we had our way to get stuff.” I then began to feel my boxers cut away and something cold and wet on my ass. The leader moved behind me and I felt something hard begin to push against my hole. As I felt my ass stretch open another gang member stepped up in front of me and stuck his hard cock in my face. I started to say ‘I’m not gay’ when the cock slipped between my lips. “You liking my cock in your hole? the gang leader asked me. All I could do was moan around the cock in my mouth. The guy fucking me began to pound away at my hole as the guy fucking my mouth was working his cock into my throat. “Are you ready to join us, be one of us?” I did my best to say yes as I felt the cock in my ass swell up spasm. As he unloaded in my ass he bent down to whisper in my ear, “Take my dirty cum.” After he withdrew his cock it was replaced by another. Shortly after that the cock in my mouth began to get harder. The guy fucking my face told me “You better swallow everything I gives you.” I felt the first shot of cum as it hit the back of my throat. I swallowed all I could and a little bit dribbled out of the corner of my mouth. He held his cock in my mouth as it softened and I continued to suck on it. Then I felt a warm liquid to slowly fill my mouth and drank it down. The second cock in my ass pounded in deep and then he shot his load deep inside me as someone whispered in my ear, “There’s a second dirty load for you.” I got fucked by every gang member and took at least 2 loads from each. After they were done with me my ropes were cut and I was let go. As I stood up I felt like a new man and was still very horny. One of the guys got on his knees and began to suck my dick. It felt amazing but I was still not hard. They had me sit down and relax as this guy kept his mouth working on my soft dick. His work began to pay off as my dick began to get hard. Soon I was rock hard and the guy sucking me turned around and pushed his ass against my hard cock. I slid right in and began to fuck away at his ass. In all the times I had sex with my girlfriend it never felt this good. I grabbed him by the waist and began to fuck him like I fucked my girlfriend, but this was much better. I never felt a pussy as tight as this guy’s ass. It took me a long time to cum and soon I felt that tingle in my balls I hadn’t felt since I fucked my girlfriend last. My orgasm was so strong when I shot I thought my cum would blast out this guys mouth. After I finished up everyone welcomed me into the gang. They said all that was left for me was to get a gang tattoo of a biohazard symbol on the small of my back. They had me sit down as one of the gang members was the son of the guy who owned the tattoo parlor in town. Part 2-The next Day After my initiation I was helped home by a couple of the fellow gang members. I was lucky my folks weren’t home when I got there. I went directly up stairs and into the bathroom. I recall having the need to take a dump, but when I sat down to take my shit, the only thing that came out was a white glob of goo mixed with some red tinge of blood. I took a hot shower and tried to lay down and get some sleep, but I remember feeling very alert and ‘wired’ that I was up most of the night. The next morning I heard my dad leave for work as I drifted off to sleep. I woke later as my mom stuck her head in my room to say “I’m going down to the church to help your father. I should be home around dinner. Are you feeling ok?” “Yeah, I think I over did it at the skate park yesterday. I think I’m just gona lay around today and relax.” “OK, but call me at the church if you need anything.” “Yes mom.” I laid my head back down as I relived what had happened to me the night before. It was strange, but my thought was I experienced what a chick must feel when she sucks cock and is getting fucked. I heard my mom begin to head out the door. I vaguely heard voices down stair and I was trying to figure our who my mother was talking to when I heard the front door close and the sound of someone coming back up the stairs. I figured my mother called my dad and decided to stay home and take care of me when my door opened up and it was a couple of my gang friends. One of them asked me, “You doing ok?” “I’m getting along. I didn’t get t sleep till early this morning and been laying here dozing in and out of sleep.” “Well we got something that will pick you up and get ya moving.” They came over to me in bed and for the first time I was able to watch as they gave me some sort of shot that they said ‘will pick me up and get me moving.’ One guy swabbed my arm with alcohol as the other put a tight piece of rubber tubing around my arm. I watched as the needle was stuck into my vein, a little blood trickled into the clear fluid and then they pushed it all into my arm. When the tubing was removed from my arm I felt a small rush and coughed a bit. Then I felt like a new man with energy and was rather horny too. My fellow gang members noticed I was naked in bed. They dropped their shorts and climbed in with me. This was different then the brutal fuck I received the night before. We made out, kissed, and caressed each other. This was the first time I ever kissed another guy and I was liking it. Then we positioned ourselves in a circle so that we each could suck a cock as our got sucked. Since I was new to the gang it was my responsibility to ‘serve as the bitch.’ I figured this meant to suck and get fucked by both of them. One of my gang buds laid down on his back with his hard cock pointing to the ceiling. I was told “Lube your ass bro and sit it down on my fuck stick.” I grabbed the vaseline I keep in my night stand and greased up my hole. I positioned myself over his cock and slid down to the base. I was expecting the other gang bud to come around in front of me so I could suck his dick, but instead I was pulled down so I could kiss the guy inside me. I heard from behind me, “Damn bro your looking good on that cock” as I felt a hand on my back. I wasn’t sure what was going on when he pushed down and I felt his dick begin to join the other inside me. My well stretched hole was being forced open more. I squealed some in pain as something was held under my nose. I was told to breathe in deeply and hold my breath for a few seconds. I next felt an intense rush of pleasure through my body as the second cock bottomed out balls deep in me. Both guys fucked me as hard as they could and as deep as they could till I felt each one tense up and shot his cum inside me. They each were sure to let me know as they bred my ass telling me that they gave me more toxic cum for my already infected cunt. They pulled out of my well stretch hole and we got dressed. The guys just had me throw on some baggy shorts and a t-shirt like they had on and we headed down stairs where they made me eat something even though I didn’t feel hungry. We threw our roller blades on and headed towards the skate park. On our way over to the skate park we stopped at the local 7-Eleven and picked up some water to drink through the day. We got a dozen bottles and went t meet the rest of the gang. Once we got there we opened up all the water bottles and I watched as a small bottle was pulled out of a bag and a little bit was poured into each water bottle with more poured into the last bottle which I was handed and told to drink it slowly. We skated around most of the day and worked our way through the water. One by one we each removed our shirt as we got hotter and began to sweat from skating. As we skated around I noticed that guy’s shorts were sagging enough to allow me to see that every guy seemed to have the same tattoo on the small of his back. Then I began to recall something from the night before, I almost forgot about getting a tattoo on the small of my back. As I drank my water I began to feel a little light headed, warm and horny. I guess the guys noticed the effect it was having on me and a couple of them pulled me into the bushes. Once we were well hidden in the thick brush I was pushed to my knees. One of my gang buddies stood before me and looked down at me. “Are you ready to learn how to suck cock and swallow my cum?” I recall having a cock shoved in my mouth as the night’s festivities began but I never really sucked on it; it was more like the guy fucked my mouth. Now I was going to have to knowingly give a blow job. He stepped up to me; his hard cock pointing its way to my mouth. I knew what was expected of me and opened up with out a fight. His cock slid right in and I began to suck cock (not like I really knew what I was doing). I must have been doing something right cause the guy I was sucking put his hand on my head and began to run his fingers through my hair. He began to softly moan as I felt his cock begin to thicken in my mouth. He looked down at me and reminded me, “You are to swallow all of our cum today.” It was shortly after that I felt the first blast of his cum in my mouth. I tried to swallow, but he was cumming so much I waited till he was doing firing before I swallowed it down. I licked his cock clean as he asked me to “Show me your mouth, I want to make sure you swallowed it all.” I opened my mouth as he pulled up his shorts and the next gang member stepped up. It went on like this all afternoon. One by one I sucked of each gang member before we headed over the house we were at last night. I learned that the gang was able to secure the house since one of the gang member’s mother was a realtor and his father was the president of the bank. Part 3-Church The gang got this house when it went into foreclosure and the bank took possession. It became their hangout and place to do whatever they wanted. We ordered some pizza and hang out playing Playstation 3. I’ve never been that good at video games and when it came to my turn to play I tried to pass to someone else who would do better than I would and would probably enjoy it better than myself. “You’re gona play bitch. Tell ya what, you win you get to fuck anyone in the gang.” “And if I lose?” “If you lose you’ll pay with your ass.” I knew I had no choice and I did my best and ended up losing (as I kind of knew I would). I put the controller down, stood up and dropped my shorts. I was led over to a corner of the living room where I was told to get on my hands and knees. Then with little lube I felt a hard cock at my ass as it pushed its way inside me. A moan escaped my lips as the cock bottomed out inside my well abused ass. This was to be a brutal fuck since very little lube was used. I felt the friction as he pulled out and pushed back in. He had a tight grip on my waist as he began to pound me without mercy. I could hear his breathing begin to get heavy when he slammed in hard and unloaded deep inside me. He fucked me for a few more minutes with his cum acting as lube before he pulled out with a loud pop. Before I could get off the ground another gang member slipped inside me. I was thankful for the generous load of cum that was already deposited inside my ass acting as lube. This fuck didn’t seem to last as long as the one before it when I felt the guy slam balls deep in me and unload. This went until it was dark out. It had to be close to 8:30 on a Saturday night. I had to be at church in the morning when the leader stood up and announced that we better be getting home since we have church in the morning. I never figured these guys as church goers. We all headed out and headed home. I was walked home by the 2 gang members who came and got me this morning. They could tell I was ready to crash. We got to my house and they came in to meet my father since they had already met my mother that morning. I was surprised that they acted like perfect gentlemen. With everything we do through the day they really acted normal. We went up to my room. I was so ready to crash when they told me to meet them outside the church in the morning. We said goodbye and they headed out. I think I was out the second I laid my head down. When I woke in the morning I jumped in the shower and got myself ready for church. I knew this was a big day for my dad since it was his first sermon. When we arrived at the church I met some of the guys outside. I introduced them to my dad before he headed inside to get ready. “I didn’t expect to see any of you guys here this early.” “We figured you’d have to be here early with your dad. Have you been to the church before today?” “Only a couple times and I’ve only seen the chapel and my dad’s office.” “Why don’t you let us show you around.” I followed them around until we were in a part of the church that appeared to be hardly used where we could be alone. One we were there I was asked, “You look like you’re dragging a bit?” “Yea, I could’ve used a little more sleep.” “We got a little something, something to help you get through today.” One of them pulled out a needle and the other put the tubing on my arm. I felt the needle stick I was growing accustom to and was starting to like. I felt the rush and was perking up already. I wasn’t expecting what happened next when the third member of our little group undid my belt and my pants dropped to the floor. I was left in my boxers when I was reminded “We do not wear underwear!” I thought they were going to fuck me. I felt like I needed a cock in my hole, but they just told me to pull my pants back up and we went out in front of the church to wait for the rest of the guys. The guys came one by one with their parents. We all decided to sit together which was fine with my mom since I was making new friends. And the parents of these friends were the leaders of the community. After my father’s sermon there was a lunch social so that the church community. I met the parents of each of my gang brother. They were all clueless as to what their children were up to on a daily basis. As the social was ending our leader approached me to let me know, “Sunday is for our families; we expect to see you tomorrow at the skate park by noon.” We all went our separate ways with our families. We spent the day with a bar-b-que at home, just me and our parents. As the day worn on I felt my energy level dropping quickly and by the time we were done eating dinner I was ready to crash. I headed up to my room and into bed. I think I was out before my head hit the pillow.

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The clock was nearing midnight when we walked out of Tom’s place. Louis seemed to be in a hurry to get to the train and was twenty feet in front of me. Even on the dark street I could see the wet spot on the back of his jeans. I knew he would find himself really popular standing on the train platform in boystown reeking of cum. I hailed a cab and knew Sean was probably going back to the bar until last call. I sent a message on Friday asking Louis if he wanted to go riding again, but he replied that his ass still hurt from Wednesday night. I replied “Sorry” and got a reply seconds later “Don’t be. I loved it. hope we can do it again.” I smiled, having heard the same thing from Tom and Sean. It ended up raining on Saturday anyway, so my plans to go out and visit the farmer got washed away. On Sunday I got a text “can u talk?” I replied “yeah” and paused the porn that was playing on the TV when my phone started to ring. Louis: “Hi” Me: “Hey, stud” Louis: “I had a really fun time on Wednesday. I can’t stop thinking about it.” Me: “Cool. How’s your hole feel?” Louis: chuckled “Almost back to normal” Me: “Good. You made it home ok, then?” Louis: “oh fuck. That was a crazy trip home. I had one older guy hitting on me before I got to the station. He offered me $200 so he could taste the loads in my ass. It didn’t stop when I was waiting for the train, either. Some guys slapped my ass, some made comments.” Me: “Hope they weren’t too rude” Louis: “Oh god no. Most were envious, one guy called me a sexy cumdump another a hot motherfucker” Me: “Nice. No one tried to fuck you then” Louis: “Nah, one guy slid his hand down the back of my jeans and fingered my hole before pulling it out and sucking his finger clean. He was really hot but it didn’t go any further. He just said ’Thanks’ and walked away since the train was arriving” Me: “Be careful. Some guys will try and take advantage of you” Louis: “I know. He was really cool though. He gave me his number on the train” Me: “You gonna call him?” Louis: “Yeah, I think so” Me: “Mmmm, just be careful and don’t go any further than you want to” Louis: “Yes, dad” and then he broke out laughing Louis: “Anyway, the thing I wanted to talk to you about was the bar we went to” Me: “Yeah? What about it?” Louis: “Some of the guys in there were wearing a lot of leather” Me: “It’s a gay leather bar. The dress code says you should be in some leather, but if there’s no event going on, jeans are ok. It depends if the bartender thinks you’re hot or not” Louis: “Oh, ok. Where do you find that kind of stuff? I looked online but I couldn’t really find anything” Me: “There are some places online I can send you, but it’s better if you support the locals and get it online only if you can’t find what you like around here” Louis: “There’s stores like that?” Me: Laughingly I said “Oh yeah. You want to go shopping?” Louis: “Uh… You mean today?” Me: “Sure, why not. I’ll text you the address. Meet there in an hour, OK?” Louis: “OK” I washed my face and got the cum out of my beard from Saturday night’s hookups and dressed in boots, jeans, a tee and put some leather wristbands on. I headed over there, but Louis was a few minutes late and found me standing on the sidewalk leaning against the building. “I never spend much time around this part of town. There’s some cool places around here” Louis said. “Yeah there are. You need to spend more time with your queer brethren. Follow me” I said as we walked into the shop. The door chimed with an old fashioned bell and I could sense Louis was looking around. I stopped and he walked into the back of me, staring off to the side where some mannequins showed some of Josef’s handiwork. “Sorry” he said. “Don’t worry. Look around. That section has cheap imported crap for the tourists and posers, the rest of the store has things he makes by hand or gets from other craftsmen. You pay more but it supports locals and will last a lot longer” I said. I left him to wander around and went to the counter to talk to Josef. “Hi Josef, how are you doing?” I said. “Good, Ryan. And yourself?” Josef replied in English that had just the slightest German accent to it. Josef had taken over the shop when the previous owner retired. He was just as talented as the old owner and quickly became a part of the community. Josef was in his late 30s. blond haired and blue eyed, a little over six foot tall with short hair and a trimmed beard. His chest, abs and lower body were covered in fine blond fur and he had a nice plump seven inch cock between his legs. He was quiet and polite until the clothes came off. “Very good. My friend was interested in getting some leather gear so I brought him in to look around. Other than his Harley biker jacket and boots, he doesn’t have any leather” I responded. “Ahh, good. A boy like that would look amazing with a proper outfit. Have him come over and he can try a few things on” Josef said as he walked from behind the counter over to a rack. He pulled out a couple harnesses and then grabbed some chaps from another rack. “Louis, come over here. Josef wants you to try a few things on” I called out. Louis came over and was standing at the back of the store in front of Josef and I. “Strip, boy” Josef said. Louis looked back at me with a worried look on his face. I looked back at him, smiled and nodded. Once he saw my approval, Louis pulled off his t-shirt. He didn’t do it like most guys would - just yanking it over his head, it was slow and sensuous and if I hadn’t known him I would have thought he was a male stripper. He laid the shirt over the rack and then pushed one boot off and then bent over, pulling the second one off, too. Louis unbuckled the heavy leather belt, unbuttoned his jeans and then slowly unzipped them. Louis pushed his jeans down and then tugged them off, laying them on top of his tee. I was about to pull out my wallet and stuff a couple bills into his black jockstrap and then remembered that we weren’t at a strip club. I looked over and Josef was licking his lips and rubbing the bulge in his leather pants. Louis stood up straight and said “Yes, sir?” I knew that Josef originally just wanted Louis stripped down to try on some chaps and a few harnesses, but this had suddenly taken an erotic twist. “Josef?” I asked, trying to break him out of his daze. “Sorry. Uh… Please try these on first” Josef said handing Louis a pair of assless leather chaps. “These are made of a softer leather that is good for show. I have others that are heavier and more protective if you want a pair for riding” Josef explained. Louis slid the pair on and buckled them up. Josef walked around Louis, examining the fit. He cupped Louis’ butt cheek and checked the opening around his ass. I couldn’t tell whether he was admiring the firm, hairy ass or actually checking how the chaps fit around his butt. Josef moved around his body, never letting his hands off of Louis’ flesh.

I love having my PA.

An update on progress. Weight is down to 64.5 kilos/140 lbs. Beginning to develop that wasted poz skinhead bottom look I crave.

2019 my goal is... take 100, share 125 current count 1/23/19  11 loads taken  14 loads given On Monday I went to Steamworks for Anonymous Monday, I took my hood a caught 4 loads. One was a soda can dick that definitely knew how to pound a butt. I gave 2 loads. I’ve had a busy weekend breeding a few travelers in the area. UPDATE: 5/5/19 I went to Cumunion at Steamworks Seattle tonight. I took 2 loads putting me at 27 loads ytd. (One of the guys was THICK...I still feel him this morning) i gave 3 loads hitting a total of 50 holes I’ve bred this year. Its only spring!

I was 21 and had been doing a lot of pnp for the last year. When The fuck flu hit me it was so bad they put me in the hospital I was there for 4 days my body weight went from 120 to 100. It took me a month to feel normal again. The one nice thing about newly poz I had raging hard dick and wanted to fuck.

Getting fucked by guys much older than me drives me wild. I regularly get guys from 60s upwards breeding my ass and given the choice I would always have older over younger. The oldest to breed me was 81. I feel it’s my duty to let old dads and grandads load my ass and it really makes me feel more of a slut not caring how old they are or what they look like.

Similar thing happened to me recently. Was talking to this hot guy who wanted a threesome with another discrete top and started a group conversation. The discrete guy had no picture and told me he knew me from work. Somehow or the other the threesome never happened and he discrete guy hits me up at 3am asking me if I can host. Hubby is sleeping and I explain to him that I am a loud bitch so wont work since he is straight and lives with a girlfriend and cant host himself. He says he will pick me up and we can mess around in his truck. I agree. A few minutes later he is outside my house. I go in and see my medical student who I had supervised a few months ago. Handsome as hell. White guy from Bosnia. Dark haired and hairy chest. 6'6". Big beefy guy. Dressed in sweatpants and a dirty white wifebeater with running shoes. I get into his truck. My heart is racing since I've never hooked up with someone I was supervising before. He gets in. I can smell his ripe armpits from across the seat. He laughs and says, "I've been stalking you and thinking of a way to fuck your ass for three months now." I smiled back and asked him what he wants. He starts the truck and starts driving. I bend down and pull out his hard 9" thick dick and start to blow him. His thick bush pungent in my nostrils as he pushes my head down on his huge cock and I try my best not to choke and gag. After a few minutes the truck stops and he turns it off. I still stay down. He pulls my head up. We are by the lake in a small park close to my home. Large parking area. There are some other cars parked with mostly straight couples fucking and some random teenagers hanging around. He gets out of the car and makes me follow him. He walk to a deserted park of the park on a bench. He aggressively pulls my shirt off and I pull my pants down. I lay down on the bench on my back and he starts to eat me out. It feels amazing but I am nervous since I've come to this park often and we are basically in an open area with literally no trees and some lights around. I can see the other cars and people in the distance which means they cant see us as well. I figure he doesnt care. He pulls out his dick from his track pants. At this point he is fully clothed and I am stark naked. He pushed his thick cock into me. He starts to fuck me aggressively and Jackhammers me basically. It hurts like hell for the first five minutes and then the pain turns into complete pleasure as my sphincter is destroyed and the only sensation I have is his length and girth inside me rubbing my prostrate and rearranging my internal organs. I tell him I am close and he orders me, "Cum for me". I do as he commands. My ass spasms and squeezes tight around his cock as I cum and I see his eyes roll back as he starts to thrust deeper and more forcefully than before and empty his balls into me. He cums for about 8 long thrusts and then throws himself onto my body with his cock still inside me. His wifebeater is wet with sweat as is his face and arms. He kisses me aggressively for a few minutes for the first time since we have met and I start to feel his dick swell up again inside me. He starts to slowly fuck me again. this time holding my face and kissing me. It is less aggressive and more intimate. I run my hands through his thick dark hair as he pumps away at my hole. His tongue is still down my throat. A few minutes later I note that he starts to speed up and I know he is getting close. Thrusts get deeper and I claw my fingernails into his hairy shoulders. He stops kissing me and lets out a loud groan and starts to cum again inside me. He pulls out and starts looking for my clothes as I lay there still weak from the fucking. He helps me put on my clothes. I see the other people in the distance not phased by us even though I am pretty sure they could see everything. We walk back to the truck and he drops me off home.

So... finally!... the conclusion: ---- PART 6: REVELATIONS — Ryan: Sunday Evening — The Bird of Prey was packed this evening, the mass of bodies pushing Ryan closer to Carl. He didn’t mind. The room was hot but this man… well, he was even hotter. Carl leaned again the wall and pulled Ryan’s shoulders against his chest. His lips tasted the sweat on Ryan’s neck. And his cock, held tight in his jeans, felt like a steel bar against Ryan’s ass. He knew what Carl wanted. And he wanted it just as much. But… Carl hand reached around and started unfastening Ryan’s jeans. Ryan tilted his head back, hoping to be heard over the crowd. “You are HIV negative, right.” There was a pause. “I never said I was negative, boy.” Just loud enough for Ryan to hear over the crowd. Ryan’s heart almost stopped. He turned around quickly to face the other man. “But you said… Carl leaned forward so Ryan could hear him. “We can’t hear each other here. Come back to my place and we can talk there.” The twink nodded and let Carl steer him out of the club. — Ryan: 30 Minutes later — “Ok. I get that I could have asked it better. But you must have known what I meant.” They were sitting on Carl’s sofa. Ryan felt sick to his stomach but, strangely, Carl’s arm around his shoulder made him feel better. “Of course. But I also knew you needed help to be the slut you were born to be. So I helped.” “But… “ “Shhhh.” Carl’s finger found Ryan’s lips. “See the problem here is you are letting the prejudices of your background influence your thinking. Tell me: did it feel good to be in a bar of horny men and having them use you? Cum in you?” “But… “ Ryan started to argue but the look in Carl’s eyes quieted him down. He sighed. “Yes. It felt good. I felt free.” “Because, deep down, you know what you are. What you are born to be.” “A slut.” Ryan whispered. “A slut.” Carl agreed. “A cum dump. And that means that, sooner or later, you are going to get the bug. Again, I’m just helping things along.” Ryan said nothing. Carl’s big arm felt so good around his shoulder. He could smell the faint hint of sweat coming from the man’s armpit. It smelt so good. He just wanted to bury his face in there and lick in clean. He had to admit that he had felt so good in the nightclub. It HAD felt SO right. And, really, hadn’t he already made his decision that night? He looked down at Carl’s crotch. Hard. Waiting. Ready. He reached out his hand to rest against that bulge. “So, are you going to let me fuck your ass again? With this big, black cock? With this POZ cock?” “Yes.” Ryan’s fingers began working the black man’s zipper. Freeing his cock. “Yes what, boy?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good boy.” — Jared: Monday Morning — Jared groaned as he woke. Every night, more dreams. Sucking. Getting Fucked. Begging for more. Back in the park toilet, or with Hal, or with Ryan, or with one of his professors, or some guy he had seen around campus. Every morning: waking with his white briefs filled with cum from his wet dreams. He hadn’t actually been back to the toilets since that one night. It was a sin. He wanted — needed — to confess, repeat, and be morally clean. But the dreams were so intense. So amazing… He climbed out of bed walked into the bathroom, pulling down and discarding his underwear as he went. With a contented sigh he let out his morning pee… … ow! Burning. Discomfort. He glanced down. The head of his penis was covered in some sort of fluid. Kind of yellow. 
No. No. No. No! NO! He had been so good for so long. It couldn’t be. One indiscretion he told himself. Just one. It wasn’t fair! He couldn’t have an STI. Couldn’t. — Jared: Wednesday Afternoon — Jared slouched on the examination room chair. He had known what they were going to tell him. A quick internet search had confirmed his fears. But it was confirmed: both gonorrhoea and chlamydia. And they wanted him to come back in a month or so for an HIV test. Strangely, all he could think about was hoping no one had seen him come in to this clinic either to get tested on Monday afternoon or back in today for results. If anyone he knew saw him here… well… he would just die. “So. You know there are questions we have to ask.” The young man across the table said with a patient and understanding half-smile. “Do you know where you may have been exposed and contracted the infection? Particularly sex without a condom.” Jared’s face flushed red. “Yes. Last Tuesday. I met someone… well. Not met. I was… um. I didn’t plan on it. Didn’t mean it to happen.” “It’s ok. Relax. Infections like these are very common in people your age. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it.” The other man paused. “Last Tuesday you say? Well. Technically that is within the window for the result to show up. But only barely. Any other sexual partners before then?” “No. Only. …” Jared scowled. “There was one other guy. He was my first.” “We need to have him come in for testing as well. It sounds like it didn’t end well. If you want, we can give you a card to mail to him to let him know.” The thought of contacting Hal made Jared want to retch. No. He wouldn’t be doing that. — Friday evening — “… and this is Carl.” When Ryan had said he wanted to introduce him to “the man in his life”, Jared had not been sure what to expect. But, whatever Jared expected, it wasn’t Carl. He noticed the little details about Carl first: older — probably almost 30 — the beard, the muscular build, the chocolate skin. The second thing, almost immediately behind the first was the feeling of a quiet and assured authority in the way he carried himself. Like someone who was used to being obeyed. Jared admitted to himself that he felt a bit intimidated. “It’s nice to meet you.” He managed to say. Intimidating or not, Carl’s smile was friendly and genuine. “Great to meet you too. Ryan has told me a lot about you.” “Some of it good, I hope.” “Some of it good, yeah. Although…” Carl paused. “… he said you are still a virgin? And that you don’t drink? We may have to revoke your gay card if that’s true.” He said it with such a straight face that, for just a moment, Jared thought Carl was genuinely disappointed. Then they all laughed. “Well…. maybe not so much of a virgin anymore.” Ryan’s mouth dropped open. “What? Spill the gossip. What have you been hiding from me.” “I met a guy, one thing led to another.” Ryan looked like he was about to ask a million questions. “I’ll tell you about it some other time.” Jared said quickly. “It didn’t end well and I don’t want tonight to be about that.” Carl’s hand rested on his shoulder. “Men are pigs. All of us. Don’t let the assholes get you down. And, in the meanwhile, congratulations on getting to keep your gay card.” They all laughed again and Jared felt relieved that it was out in the open. — Jared: Six Weeks Later — Jared felt a bit sick when he walked back to the waiting room. The clinic wasn’t as busy today, the day he and Ryan had both come in for their HIV tests. They had called Ryan in first. He had been called in a few minutes later. Then, the wait. They had called Ryan back in for results first. Jared had been called in before Ryan returned. Ryan was there now, waiting for him. He looked a little pale but Jared couldn’t see the same fear in his friend’s eyes that he himself felt. Ryan looked up as he approached. Their eyes met. Understanding. Acceptance. No words were needed, but Ryan spoke anyway: “You too, huh?” Jared nodded. “Welcome to the club, I guess. Let’s go get a coffee and then I need to call Sir and tell him the news.” “I still don’t understand your relationship.” Jared whispered as they left. “But I’m a bit jealous of it right now.” “You’ve always been jealous.” Ryan whispered back with a quiet laugh. Yeah. Jared thought to himself. But now I’m not jealous of Carl getting you. I’m jealous of you having Carl. — Jared: That evening — It was dark now. The sun had gone down a couple hours again and Jared was still walking. He just didn’t feel like going home yet. Ryan hadn’t wanted to leave him but Jared had insisted. He just need time to think things through. No, he assured his friend, he wasn’t going to hurt himself. Yes, he had promised, he would call in the morning. Now what? That was the question he kept coming back to. He hadn’t been to Church in a month. He kept finding reasons not to go. Excuses really. He knew them for what they were. He should go back this Sunday he told himself. He missed the stability the Church had always provided but it seemed distant to him now. But he he hadn’t had sex again either. He wanted it. He dreamt about it. But he abstained. Part of repentance was not repeating the sin. So no more sex. Not since that night. In the park. The park. He looked around. He was in the park now. And there. Just ahead. The little building with the park toilet. His wandering feet had brought him here. Of all places. He should go. Go home and pray. But he didn’t. He opened the door and walked into the men’s toilet. The room smelled like man sex. Sweat. Cum. He filled his lungs with the heavy air like a drug. He entered the stall, locked it, and sat down on the toilet. He was just thinking, he told himself. This was a quiet place. As good as any. But there was the glory hole. He stared at it like he was looking into the maw of hell. He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there when someone else came in. They tried his stall and then entered the one next to it. He could see them, or at least the shadow of them, through the hole. He knew what was coming. There was no question about what the other man would do. Only about what he would do in return. And, yes, there it was. A cock coming through the hole. It was big and a bush of ginger pubic hair surrounded it. He could even make out a scorpion tattoo on the hip. Probably POZ then. Like him. His brain still struggled. And argued. But his body knew what to do. He had, after all, done this once before. He unfastened his jeans, let them fall. Pushed his underwear down. Turned his ass to the hole. Leaning forward to get the angle right. Rubbing his spit on his hole and on the cock. And, as he had done weeks ago, backing up onto this stranger’s cock. Letting it push inside him. The faceless stranger moaned in the next cubicle. “Fuck yeah, fag. Give me that ass.” Jared moaned back his own wordless reply. But words didn’t matter. He had made his decision about who and what he was. About what came next in his life. And he had no regrets.

So here is a revised/updated part one followed by part two. I have no idea where to take it after part two, suggestions welcome! Thanks for yalls patience.. Part One, Updated. I’ll just get right down to it, cuz that’s what we’re here for right? So my meth dealer is fucking sexy/sleazy/I’d fuck him when I’m sober/I drool over him when high kind of confident macho bro that knows it. I’d guess he’s right around 40 but his demeanor and look is younger, as if he’s not maturing past his early 30s. He works out plenty, and while he's definitely always high, he handles his drug well, so well that he’s made it a part of his swagger. This ups his sex appeal 10 fold for party faggot’s like myself. Now, he’s definitely straight because he always has these hungry, territorial bitches hangin on him when I come to pick up. But, like most straight guys who know they're hot, hung, and have an inflated ego (false or otherwise) he teases the fags shamelessly. Whores for attention, and I’m a sucker for an attention whore. It’s Friday afternoon and I am over at his place to pick up for some weekend plans I have brewing. I know he’s horny and in a mood because he is shirtless and wearing these navy blue gym shorts (why is it always gym shorts?) that he sags, showing off some nice furry crack and obviously no underwear. I’ve seen these shorts numerous times but it dawns on me just now that if he didn’t sag them so much they’d only fall to about mid thigh, peculiarly short for such a bro. In any case, his fat cock with its generous mushroom head flops visibly around in them when he saunters towards me, his muscled ass stretching the worn navy nylon in the back, and a few holes show hairy flesh beneath. Without fail, he always manages to bend over or squat at least once each visit in locations that are blatant appeals to my obvious faggot desires. Sure, he knows that I know that he knows that I’d get on my knees and beg for it if he allowed me the opportunity. What he doesn’t know are all the diverse, well practiced and extreme ways he could extract pleasure from me. It is this knowledge, this skilled and indecorous depravity that allows me to barely maintain my confidence around him. I was sure that if given the chance and motivation I could blow his mind by getting him to blow his load in 3 minutes or less, changing his life forever. The fucker sure gives me a run for my money though... He knows I don’t use consistently and that whenever I come to reload that I’ve been sober at least a week if not more. Over time I’ve noticed that he always watches me real close when I take those first few bong rips he offers me. It’s the look of curiosity, disgust, and arrogance on his face observing me transform from composed business-casual gay to sweaty, needy, chemwhore in 60 seconds flat. I just can't help it. That bitch Tina immediately hijacks my brain, silencing any self control, dignity or hesitations and ignites an insatiable hunger, a pathetic need from my true self… My eyes (and my kunt) dilate, my cock twitches, and I salivate from both holes and my cock all at once. Unconsciously I rub my inner thigh and readjust my cum swollen balls and swelling cock. I know that I'm staring at him, at his muscles as he flexes his arms ripping the bong, the size of his hands, and then my eyes following the massive cloud he blows purposely down onto his crotch. The perfectly timed twitch of his cock through the swirling smoke, a trap I immediately realize when he snickers and my eyes snap to his leering back at me. Without breaking eye contact he leans forward, legs spreading wider (those fucking gym shorts!) and passes me the bong. “Here ya go man, best shit I’ve had in a while. Been making me wicked horny all day. Take a couple good rips off that while I weigh you out.” I don’t even hesitate or don’t break eye contact till he smiles and looks away to go about our transaction. Torch clicks, crystal melts, chamber fills and I suck that bong like the glass cock it is. He watches me exhale a thick cloud even bigger than his and whistles. I’m already power lunging my 3rd rip when he eases back into his chair, folding his beefy arms behind his buzzed sandy blonde head and exposing some ripe pits. He slouches more, legs spreading further, crotch pushing forward even more clearly framing his swollen dick print and huge balls. He continues leering while I suppress a whimper as I exhale... even more slowly this time, letting the smoke ooze from my mouth while meeting his domineering gaze. At this point I don't really care that he's smirking down at me, in fact it does exactly what it’s meant to: makes me want him, to submit to hum, helplessly falling deeper into his well practiced thrall. Now, as an unwavering, no reciprocation necessary, worshiper-of-cock kind of cocksucker, I have no problem dropping to my knees and servicing any man who knows how to put my grateful holes to good use but in my experience (or my assumptions) not many straight men really know about us faggots and/or just aren't interested. This guy though? I’d bet my left nut he knows exactly what to do with me. I pass the bong back to him and it’s then I realize there’s no one else in the house for once...just him and those fucking gym shorts with that big old dick print snaking down his thigh and some ripe fucking pits. Usually, I come in, give him cash, smoke a few hits and then leave, but this time he has invited me in, sat me on his couch across from him and is casually getting me twisted bong high. “So Cassandra thinks you’re a faggot” he states, Cassandra must be one of the territorial bitches I’ve seen on hanging around on occasion. “She says ‘your kind‘ occasionally come into her club, closeted fags… they’re still trying to play it straight in front of their bro friends but they’re awkward, never make eye contact with her or the other girls, never want lap dances and are always eager to tip big and leave early. Any dude who acts like that at a strip club sounds like a fag to me. You ever had that experience?” He more insinuates than asks. I finish my rip and clear the oversized chamber, holding it in for a second and respond while exhaling. “No actually, I embraced my faggotry at a young age so I never had to ‘fake it.’” The word faggotry comes out in a big swirl of smoke I aim right at him. “I knew what I needed but it wasn’t until I was on my knees in front of a man for the first time when I was fourteen that I understood my purpose in life.” I pause for a moment to let that gratuitous over-share linger in the smokey haze around us. “More often I’m the fag those bros call when they leave your friend’s club. All horned up, buzzed, and looking to use a hungry hole or two that will gratefully service them with out all the emotional bullshit their women make them go through.” Hell, if he thought he would catch me off guard and shame me into…whatever he had in mind, he thought wrong. My unapologetic response shocked him for a moment as he coughed and sputtered out his cloud before recovering his cool. He looked at me dead on checking to make sure I wasn’t bullshitting him, and then smiled. “So after Cassandra told me this, I did a little research. You ever been on Tumblr? Had never even heard of it but goddamn the shit on there opened my eyes real wide. Only had to search two key words I felt described you pretty well: chem faggot. I admit I had no idea…no idea this was even a thing.” He blatantly adjusts his cock which is obviously swelling now. “What really got me going is the realization that faggots exist to worship and service men like me and I bet you’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” The fact that this last part was a statement and not a question made me quiver and I averted my eyes naturally down towards his feet. He picked up on this right away, passed me back the bong and said, “Finish that faggot. I knew you were a homo but this? You’re fucked. I can tell you’re about to loose your shit just being in my presence and today is your lucky fucking day. And for what I have in mind, I want you all ready to go. Then you can show me if you faggots are worth a real man’s time. I never hit a bong so deep. At least four massive back to back rips till the bowl was emptied. The room was hazy with not only smoke, but the unmistakable scent of man: musk and a bit of after shave all electrified with the sparks of domination and submission.

PART SEVEN "Bend over and show me that hole", Peter instructed Robert, and he obediently did as he was told, getting up on all fours, and turning around, grabbing his own buttocks and spreading them, displaying his sweet, pink, swollen ass lips to Peter. He turned to Peter and asked "So, what do you think?" "Definitely a boy-pussy now, huh?" Said Peter. "Fuuuuck.... look at that...." he exclaimed, as a stream of cum started leaking out of Robert as he stretched his hole open with his fingers, trying hard to show off for this new man, like a good bitch should. "Lemme have a taste...." Peter sighed with some lust in his voice, kneeling down and putting his face right into the lad's tender cheeks, savoring the flavour of Robert's freshly violated special spot, running his tongue all over, kissing and sucking and tongue-fucking Robert's sweet hole, the young man now purring like a kitten at this attention he was getting, and whimpering and moaning with pleasure. Peter's tongue was gentle, warm and moist, and he knew what he was doing. He would flatten out his tongue and run it from Robert's scrotum to his anus, and then with more pressure, flick the tip of his tongue over the rim, increasing in pace, and then inserting it into his hole, massaging it and sucking it with his lips and tongue, as best he could, while also trying to suck and felch out any remaining cum. Robert's body was breaking out in goosebumps and shivers at how good it felt being rimmed by this man. He simply didn't want it to end, and started becoming erect again, and dripping pre-cum all over the floor. "Dirty little fag", Andre chuckled, now seated in the corner, gently stroking his cock and watching the action unfold in front of him. "You like that, don't ya? Mmmmmm". Peter stopped rimming, and picked Robert up by putting his hands under his armpits, and told him to bend over and touch his toes. Robert obeyed, now wanting what he could at least guess what was coming. "You want this cock, boy?" Peter asked, in a dominant tone. "Yes, please, sir." Replied Robert. "But.... sir, you know I've never been fucked by a guy with a dick as big as yours.... I don't know if I can take it." Peter held a single finger to his lips and simply said "Shhhh." Then chuckled, turning around and grabbing his underwear, he wiped his ass with them and with his cock in his other hand, unleashed a torrent of piss all over them, soaking them as best he could. He returned to Robert, and grabbing his hair with one hand, he yanked his head back, and commanded "Open your mouth, slut". Robert was a tad shocked, but felt turned on that Peter had known to treat him in a similar fashion to how Andre had just before. He opened his mouth and Peter stuffed his piss soaked undies into his mouth. "Stay here, and keep those in your mouth. Take them out only when I say, and if you break this rule, there will be punishment". Robert tried to reply "Yes, sir". But if got muffled by the wet, stinking cloth in his mouth. It tasted bitter and kind of salty, but he knew it was a product of a man's penis and bladder, and that turned him on immensely. He began to suck out the piss, as Peter turned around, put his pants back on, and went back into the store for a couple of minutes. He returned with a roll of special bondage tape, which they sold in the store, and approached Robert, wrapping the tape around his mouth with the underwear in it. "There, that should do the trick". Peter said, proud of his own handiwork. "Fuck... you crack me up, you dirty bastard...." Andre said, with a bit of a laugh. Peter chuckled, taking his pants off, and positioned himself behind the hunched over Robert, caressing his ass, and holding his erect monster of a cock in one hand, started directing his member towards the entrance of Robert's flesh tunnel. He pushed with a small amount of force, and Robert could feel his anal opening, sore and swollen, reacting to the pressure. He winced, but Peter kept pressing in, slow, steady pressure against the hole he was now fully intent on wrecking with his ass-destroyer. Robert's hole started to relax and give way, and Peter, starting to feel his cock head press inside, by the time he got the head fully in, he rammed it home, almost knocking Robert over with the force of his brutal thrust. "Aaaaah! Mmmmmm" Robert tried to cry out, but his cries were so muted by the underwear in his mouth, and soon enough, Andre had approached, clutching the bottle of poppers. He offered it to Robert, holding it against one nostril at a time, while pinching the other closed for him. After a few deep puffs of the little brown bottle, Robert's head began to spin slightly, and he could feel his ass relaxing around the invading weapon. It began to feel amazing, and as Peter felt the ass around his cock, he said "Yeah, that's it. Open that hole for me." Grabbing Robert's hips, he began pistoning his massive penis inside the lad's distended hole, more and more athletically with each stroke. They both started sighing and breathing heavily, and Robert began getting vocal, but not being able to accent words, resorting to lots of pleasured moans and whimpers. "Fuuuuck, that's nice." Said Peter, "You've got a great hole, here. Feels good with that cum inside, too. Nice and sloppy". He began thrusting really hard and violently, and suddenly, he pushed in and held his cock in Robert's ass, balls deep. Robert moaned as he felt Peter's cock throbbing and twitching, as it seemingly vibrated against the lining of his ass, he could feel the guy's cock spurting his cum deep in his guts. Peter laid over the young man, holding his chest and breathing heavy and slow, taking deep breaths. They were drenched in sweat and stale piss, and the room had a faint odor of sex, piss, sweat and cum. Peter got up, told Robert to stand back up, and removed the tape from his face, and took the soaked undies out of Robert's mouth, then grabbed the guy and they kissed passionately, Peter only stopping to compliment Robert on his piggish, slutty behaviour and the flavour of piss on his breath and tongue. "You're a good fuck, dude. If you want to, we could exchange phone numbers and maybe hook up another time. It kind of goes against store policy for me to interact with punters, but this can be our little secret, what do ya say?" Peter asked Robert.

I keep my hole hair free. Being a pig bottom that takes cocks, huge toys and/or fists on a near daily basis, it makes things easier when it comes to oral play and general keeping everything clean. Nothing worse than eating cum out of a guy's used dripping slop hole and having a stray hair in with all the cum. Plus it makes my daily hosing out everyday easier with the cleaning from that.

Fuck yeah! Feeling my second hole popped when a large cock penetrate is just heaven, ever since the first time it happened with a toy till this day whit a large cock (or two or a fist) my eyes roll up and I grunt like a little piggy Just remember, practice makes perfect so just train your hole taking large dicks and a good rough fuck ?

my favourite part is when he blows his load in me, pulls out and the next guy slides in even while cum is dripping from my gaping hole

G.I. Joe and Oasis in the village are the most popular. I’ve had fun at both. Oasis is a bit more laidback. G.I. Joe has multiple floors, which is fun when busy. There’s also Colonial baths, which are basically vintage at this point. I’ve never been so I can’t speak to it. Same with Sauna St-Hubert, which is further North.

Go for it! ?

Me my wife know about it it’s more easy like that the only thing she doesn’t like is when I arrive at 2 am she preferred quick hookup

PART 8 As if the adrenaline from the sex wasn’t enough, hearing him tell me he was poz just pushed it further. “Get on your back”, Steven ordered. I immediately complied and instinctively pulled my legs up, so that my now twice fucked hole was exposed. “Oh.... oh fuck yeah.look at that crummy boyhole. Your first time here and already leaking cum out of your little hole. There is nothing sexier on earth than a fresh young stud discovering he is a cumdump. And fuck yeah, you are the sexiest one ever. You hole is so hungry, isn’t it?”, he whispered. “I need it so bad!” I almost cried out. And I did need it. Being in that sleazy place and in that tiny room, the stink of cum and men and sex, this amazingly sexy older guy about to fuck me. I was in a place where it was all horny sexy gay men, fucking and sucking, showing off their sexy bodies and beautiful cocks... everyone there for one purpose, to relish every moment of being free to have any kind of hot man sex they want, a focus on cock and cum and holes. Men worshipping men. And here i was, 18 and in a little over an hour, i’d Been completely seduced by it all. And so when Steven asked if I needed it, I can’t tell you how much that in that moment, the only thing on earth that mattered was having him inside me. Shooting sperm deep into my guts. He spit on his hand and stroked his cock, before lining it up with my hole. Our eyes were locked as he slowly worked his Cock head past my ring, til he pushed thru and half his cock slid in me and my eyes rolled back. After a brief pause to make sure I was ok, he continued working his cock, slowly beginning to slide in and out. As my hole opened up for him, he began to fuck me harder, he was still not all the way in. He was much more aggressive than the first two and didn’t say much of anything, just groans and grunts. Since he went from 0-60, I was just trying to catch breath, as he was fucking it out of me. He was really pounding me now, sliding almost all the way out and then deep into me. It jabbed and hurt in that good way bottoms will understand. Finally, as I was practically hyperventilating, he started to mutter thru cleanched teeth., “ oh fuck, here it comes. Fucking here it comes. Fucking big load. Big load. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Gonna shoot. Gonna shoot. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah!!!!!!””, the last part much louder as he drove deep and began to spurt blast after blast of hot poz cum into me. I clenched down on his cock, wanting to milk it all out of him, wanting every single drop of his precious seed. My legs were wrapped around him pulling him in. I could feel his cock pulse as he tried to make sure I had all of his semen inside me. Slowly he withdrew and I tried to clamp my hole shut. I didn’t want it leaking out. I had three loads of cum in me now, all hiv positive. I was in Stevens room, having just had his cock flop out of my hole a minute prior and already I was thinking that I still had my key, but my towel was gone. And walking nude thru the halls back to my room might attract another hot Top. Another. Because even though my hole was now pretty raw, I still wanted another. I kissed Steven and then rolled off the bed and stood up on very wobbly legs. “Thank you so much Steven. And... and if you see me here again, please take me back to your room again and do all of this over,” I said with an embarrassed grin. “Oh Chris I can’t wait to fuck you again. And I get the feeling you aren’t done yet tonight either. You have the hottest ass ever. And now it has my cum in it,” he replied. I slipped open the door and completely nude, started my walk down the hall.

Its not my favourite place as I only have a light interest in WS. But it is the place for easy going sleaze though, fucked more guys raw in the bogs than I want to admit to <evil wink>

As Todd rode the rush of his first slam his father stepped closer as his 35 year old cock was rock hard. Todd's father asked him if he'd like to suck a real man's cock as he prepared to administer his own slam. Todd didn't need much coaxing as he quickly opened his mouth allowing his father's 8" cock to slip into his mouth. Todd eagerly began to work his father's pole as he could see out of the corner of his eye his father slip the point into his vein, register a flash of blood before he administer his own slam. As his father coughed out a little bit of cum shot from his dick into Todd's mouth. Although Todd had sucked cock before this was his first taste of cum and he liked it the taste. As he continued to suck his father's dick his dad reached over and pushed his basketball shorts down revealing his son's nice, semi-hard cock. Todd was then asked how much me had done with another man, his father wanted to know he'd ever been fucked or had only done the fucking. Todd let his father's cock fall from his mouth as he let his father know that he had only fucked David a couple times and had never been fucked. Todd's father let him know he was about to be fucked for the fist time. Todd was positioned on his back as his dad began to eat his ass. Todd began to moan very loud as his father used his tongue to apply spit as lube for his eventual penetration. Once Todd's hole was nice and slick it was time to take his cherry. As his father's cock was positioned at his hole Todd was not aware of everything his father was about to give him. He asked Todd as his cock began to penetrate him if he always fucked David bareback. Todd had a puzzled look in his face as his father figured that he didn't know what 'bareback' meant and clarified asking if he never used a condom when be fucked David. Todd nodded yes as he felt himself being filled for the fist time. Although his father never met David in person, he had heard about him and knew him to be poz. After that night, so would his son. Todd got his first kiss from his father as he bottomed out bald deep. Todd then was on the receiving of his first fucking and he was loving it. What Todd didn't know was that when his father partied he was a cum machine. Once he started fucking be would begin a steady stream of cum. He knew that Todd's hole would be flooded with enough cum that he should convert him. As the night progressed the two shared another slam and his father made sure to reuse the same point he had used for his first slam to give Todd his second slam. Once his son was as poz as he was he knew that they'd be a formidable pair at the baths.