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“You’re a lifesaver, Tim!” my friend Peter cried as he strode up to my car pulling two large suitcases. Peter and I were both in our late twenties and had known each other since college. He was already a vice president at a major financial institution, but he was still a little bit irresponsible bordering on careless when it came to his personal life. Hence, him calling me for a lift from the airport because he didn’t realize Uber and Lyft drivers had months ago announced a strike on this very night. “Well, you’re alive, at least,” I chimed in, hopping out into the cold autumn night air to help him stow his luggage. “I still can’t get over you getting a month-long business trip in London, you lucky bastard.” “Oh, the company got its money’s worth out of me,” he sighed, walking back to the passenger’s side door. “Just get me to my front door and let me crash.” I laughed as we hopped in and clicked our seat belts, giving him a quick peck on the lips before pulling out of the pick up lane. “How have classes been? Are the brats still whining about everything like when we were freshmen?” Peter asked as he adjusted the radio. “Of course. This one guy threw a fit after I deducted five points for him using the wrong form of ‘its’.” “Please tell me he’s a science major.” “English. He wants to get a doctorate in Victorian lit, actually.” Peter winced, but his face changed immediately when a Britney Spears song came on. I knew better than to interrupt the music, so I didn’t get a chance to ask him about the boys of the UK or tell him about my three-weeks-and-counting-long sex drought. It took about a quarter hour to reach his place, and by then he already looked like he was succumbing to Hypnos’ embrace. He started to get up, but I tut-tutted him and made a show of opening his door. “Such a…” “Gentleman is the word you’re looking for.” “I know you much too well to believe that,” he chuckled, leaning in and kissing me as he stood up. “Then what would you call me?” “A naughty little slut.” “That’s what you say to the man who just rescued you from the airport? Wow.” “Yup,” Peter grinned. This time I initiated the kiss, pulling away just as he was starting to melt into it. I hefted his suitcases out of the trunk and followed after him as he searched among his keys. “Still got it!” he assured me as he held one up, inserting it into the lock. He swung the door open and pressed the nearby switch, illuminating the entryway. “Well, I guess my part is complete,” I inferred, wheeling his luggage next to the shoe bench. “Is it?” Peter asked. “I dunno. You’re in charge.” Peter pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard. His tongue was deep in my mouth when I heard him shut the door and turn the lights off again. His hands unbuckled my belt and pulled my button-fly apart before my eyes could adjust. “I thought you were tired.” “Shut up and let me enjoy myself.” “Yes, sir.” “Were you hard the whole drive home?” Peter asked, the tiniest glint of moonlight reflecting off the whites of his eyes. “Yeah,” I moaned as he freed my cock from my boxer briefs. I felt his hot breath warming my PA before he changed his mind and lapped at my balls. “You’ve got such a gorgeous cock, Tim.” “You say that like you forgot.” “How could I?” he asked earnestly, swallowing my right testicle. “Fuuuuuuuck,” I hissed. “That’s it. I want to see a fountain of precum leaking out of your cock head.” He continued to work on my sack until my dick had obeyed his command. He grinned up at me, pumping the foreskin back before tracing the perimeter of my glans with his tongue. “You look so fucking hot sucking my cock, Pete.” The monster straight up deepthroated my seven-and-a-half inches with no warning. I practically collapsed as he inhaled my member until his nose was buried in my trimmed pubes. The fucker didn’t even come up for air for a good half minute. “I needed this,” he coughed once he’d pulled off. “So I can expect a five star review?” I joked, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Only a four-and-a-half. Your dick is too clean; it doesn’t have that nice ass, coconut oil, and cum flavor straight from another boy’s booty.” “I can fix that,” I assured him. I pulled him up and tried to spin him around, but he stopped me. “Wait, Tim. I just got off a six hour flight,” he laughed. “Ah, gotcha,” I replied, trying my best to mask my disappointment. “You know how much I love impaling myself on this fat, pierced cock,” he reassured me. “And I will, as soon as I’m ready.” “I guess I can settle for an excellent blow job.” “Who said anything about settling?” Peter winked, spinning me around. “You wanna get fucked, boy?” “Fuck, yeah.” “I bet you hopped right in the shower and cleaned yourself out the moment I hung up.” “Hole in one,” I answered as he guided me onto all fours on the bench. I kicked off my shoes and he pulled my jeans and underwear past my ankles to join them. “That’s what I like about you, Tim. You’re a professional slut.” I blushed, but only for a split second. My cock leapt up against my chest the instant I felt Peter’s breath on my hole. “So smooth,” he cooed, flicking his tongue against it. We started a call and response: his tongue moving in reaction to my moans and vice versa. “You like that?” he asked, pushing my sweater and t-shirt up so that I could remove them without interrupting the flow. “You know I do.” He instructed me to prise my cheeks apart, allowing him to insert his tongue deeper into my hole. “Not fair,” he whined, delivering a sharp spank to each mound of flesh. “God gave you such an amazing cock and this fucking cock-milking bubble butt, too.” “Nobody said life was fair,” I chuckled, earning myself another half dozen spanks. Now it was my time to whine as he pulled away to remove his clothes, first kicking his shoes across the foyer and then making quick work of his dress shirt and slacks. True to form, he’d flown commando, and now his drooling six-inch prick was fully visible. He pulled his own foreskin back and pressed the glans against my wet hole, seeing just how far he could go with only saliva and precum for lube. I tried to lock eyes with him, but I winced with each prod. “You like that, Tim? Do you want it inside you?” “I do,” I hissed. “But I need some lube.” “I guess I can acquiesce to that demand. But next time you’d better come pre-lubed with cum,” Peter replied seductively. “You haven’t been getting fucked like you should, have you?” “No, I haven’t.” “It’s a good thing I came back when I did,” he tsked, reaching into one of the pockets of his checked bag. My cock jumped again when I saw him retrieve a bottle of BoyButter. Peter showed more self-restraint that I would’ve, taking his time to work several lubed fingers into my hole as he jacked his slicked cock with his other hand. By the time he’d achieved the desired result I was practically howling for him to fuck me. “Ready?” “Please!” I felt his head push past my outer ring, then my inner ring. In spite of his efforts, the previous three weeks’ inaction caused me a decent amount of irritation. “Catch your breath, Tim,” Peter ordered, carding his hand through my hair. “…I’m good.” “You sure?” “Yeah.” He leaned down and kissed me on the back of my neck, then resumed his push forward. When he had almost completely sheathed himself, I pushed myself back, catching him completely off guard. “You little shit!” he laughed. “You almost made me cum.” “You’re that close?” “It was a long flight, okay?” he answered defensively. He spanked me hard when I shook my butt in response. Normally I could count on Peter for self-control, but from the sound of his ragged breathing and the rhythm of his thrusts I knew this fuck was not destined to last. I decided to put him out of his misery and prove once again the “vers” in my online profiles’ “vers top” classification. “Bad…boy,” he whined, trying to hold me in place with his hands. “Gonna make you cum,” I replied, bouncing my bubble butt up and down on his cock. “No…you…won’t.” “C’mon, Pete…breed me!” His whole body went rigid, then the convulsions started. He shook from the top of his head to the tips of his toes with each rope of hot cum he blasted into my hungry ass. His orgasm was so intense we made the bench move four inches away from the wall. “Timmy, you naughty fucking slut,” he whispered as he collapsed onto me. “You absolute fucking cum dump.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He reached around and kissed me, but had to pull away as he was still struggling for air. “I wanted to take it slow.” “You can take it slow for round two.” “What makes you think there’s going to be a round two?” Peter inquired, running his hands through my hair. “Because I know you,” I chuckled. “Oh? I dunno, I’m getting pretty tired and I don’t know if you’re welcome anymore.” “So you don’t want to churn up your cum in my ass and seed me with a second load tonight?” He didn’t even need to reply. I felt the first jolt of his next erection against the walls of my insides. “I guess,” he said, trying to sound exasperated. “But we’re fucking on your bed. I don’t know if this bench can withstand much more fucking.” “If it breaks in the next year, you’re buying me a new one,” he warned, pushing himself up and startling both of us as his cock popped out of my ass. “Fuck, I really made a mess.” “How bad?” I asked, pushing my butt back towards him. He wiped his index finger up my crack and pushed it into my mouth, letting me taste the mixture of lube and his cum. “Not bad at all.” We both laughed as I worked my way up to my feet with his assistance. He kissed me hard, grinned, and then slid across the hardwood floors toward the stairs in his rainbow socks. I chased after him, nearly managing to catch him before he’d flopped on his king size bed. “It’s going to be a minute.” “You’ve got exactly one,” I warned, straddling him at just the right distance that he could only lick the tip of my glans if he leaned forward. I pinched one of his nipples and cupped his smooth balls as he struggled to taste more of my still hard cock. “Bastard. Gimme that cock!” I inched forward, allowing him to swallow just the head. He shot me a dirty look but dutifully sucked what I’d given him. “More.” “‘More’, what?” “More right now, goddamnit!” I shook my head and pulled back, pushing my cheeks against his half mast cock. He struggled to thrust against me, but all the leg muscle I’d gained from swimming, volleyball, and soccer kept him locked in place. “You fucker.” “You love it.” Unfortunately for me, Peter had been on the wrestling team all through high school. The second I looked back to assess the state of his cock, he tossed me up and onto my back. “Wait.” “Fuck waiting,” Peter growled irritably. “You’re getting fucked hard and fast, and this time I’m not letting you get away without emptying your balls.” I moaned as he followed through with his promise, sliding his cock back into my cum-sloppy hole. He leaned down and kissed me hard when I tried to say something. “You should be getting fucked like this all the goddamn time,” Peter continued, leaning back. I lifted my head up to say something, but all I saw was him taking my cock…in his mouth. He was sucking my cock while he fucked my cum-filled ass. My eyes rolled back in my head and I went limp. The next five minutes were pleasure overload. I couldn’t form any coherent thoughts, much less verbalize them. My muscles, which only moments before had served me, became utterly compliant to Peter’s wishes. “Mmmmf.” I was vaguely aware of a slurping noise as Peter simultaneously deepthroated me and buried his cock against my prostate. It was too much. I spurted stream after stream of cum down Peter’s throat as my ass clamped down on his cock. Not even the lake of cum inside me could provide enough lubrication to keep him in motion, although he struggled to keep thrusting. “Unnnnhh!” His second orgasm was even more intense than his first, and I could’ve sworn he didn’t stop unloading in me for a solid minute. Once he’d finally stopped, he collapsed onto me, snaking his arms around my back. “Welcome home,” I chuckled, kissing his neck. “I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow,” he whispered, cuddling against me. “Let’s sleep in late, fuck, have some breakfast, fuck some more, watch a movie…” He’d fallen asleep. He’d fallen asleep, and the bastard was still inside me. ————— I heard the pad of footsteps just as I finished plating the first batch of pancakes. Looking up from the stove top, I caught sight of a naked Peter glancing back at me with heavily lidded eyes. “The bed got cold without you,” he muttered, annoyed. “But I guess since you made food I can forgive you.” I stuck my tongue out at him as he walked behind me, taking me in his arms. I wasn’t wearing anything but an apron, and I could already feel his cock stirring against my butt. “Y’know, I completely forgot to tell you something last night.” “What’s that?” I inquired, squeezing a dollop of syrup onto each stack of pancakes. “I forgot to pack my meds with me when I went overseas. It’s been a full month since I’ve had a dose.” I froze up. “You’re on PrEP, idiot,” he laughed, lightly slapping the back of my head. “I just figured I should let you know in case some eager young twink wants to slide his bare cock into your ass while it’s still full of my unmedicated cum.” “Pete, I went off PrEP three months ago.” “…what?” He pulled away and started to pace back and forth behind me. “Fuck, why?” “I’ve only been having sex with undetectable guys, and not that much. I just figured I didn’t need it.” “Fuck, Tim. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered. “We still have time. We can get you PEP, and…” I felt like I was able to pass out, but then I looked down and saw something incredible: my cock was completely erect, making a tent with Peter’s apron. “Tim, I’m so…if I’d known…” “Pete, wait.” I turned around and pulled the apron to the side so he could see my cock. It was already leaking precum. Peter’s face rapidly changed from bewilderment to concern to…arousal. “What are you trying to tell me, Tim?” “You already know,” I replied, looking at Peter’s rapidly hardening cock. “Then I guess,” he started, spinning me back around and leaning me against the kitchen counter, “we’ve got a busy weekend ahead of us.”

Felched POZ Cum I was out having a few drinks catching up with an old fuck buddy, Carl. He told me he had been having a blast with new guys. He told me he was off PrEP and enjoying anonymous cumdump situations. I was sort of surprised as we’d only had pretty vanilla sex, bareback, but not kinky. He told me it was such a rush taking a load not knowing if it was toxic or not. I asked if he was a bug chaser, and he shrugged saying, ‘if it happens, it happens…’ That got me a bit boned. He told me he was hosting a guy that week who was likely POZ and wanted to know if I wanted to join in. I remembered him giving excellent head, so I figured why not? So, Wednesday, I snuck away from my desk at work and drove to his house. As he told me it would be, the front door was cracked open. All of the curtains in the living room were drawn shut, so it was pretty dark. Carl was on his knees, blindfolded with his mouth open and tongue out when he heard the door creak. He was naked and stroking his stubby fat cock. I pulled my clothes off and stuck my dick in his mouth. He gobbled on my cock, reminding me, truly, just how good his blowjob skills were, and I heard the door creak. A tall, rail-thin guy walked in, spiky dark hair and beard. He nodded at me, pleased to see Carl doing a good job. I moved behind Carl who got on his hands and knees. As the stranger pulled out a long thin cock and slid into Carl’s mouth, I knelt down to his ass, not surprised to find it already cummy. Carl had taken at least one load. I fingered it, trying to convince myself not to eat it, but I couldn’t hold back. I lapped at Carl’s furry asshole and was rewarded with gobs of fresh seed. I fisted my cock and ate Carl’s hole as the stranger pummeled his mouth. Carl was gagging and moaning on that long cock and the stranger growled as he fired his cum into Carl’s throat. I didn’t hear Carl swallow. The stranger zipped off, nodded to me, and left. As soon as the door was closed, Carl ripped off the blindfold and spun me around, an evil grin on his face. His cheeks were bulging and a droplet of spooge leaked out of his lips. He pushed my face down to the carpet and spread my ass cheeks. He forced his tongue into my hole and fingered that load in his mouth into my guts. He had me groaning with pleasure and slapped his stubby dick against my ass. He rammed his thumb into me, and I was glad for the cum lube. He was so horny he barely got his dick inside me before he fired off a huge load. He bred me and added his cum to what he’d tongue-fucked into me. As he came down from his orgasm, he ordered me to be back next week, this time a half hour earlier, and to bring a blindfold…

Saw this and it's the exact amount of hairiness I want to achieve

Daddy’s Cuntboy Part 4 I quickly scurried over to Daddy. Remaining on all fours, I looked down at the red tinged spit shine of his black leather boots. I couldn’t resist... Moaning, I began tonguing and worshipping the top of the right boot spreading my spit over it. “Yeah cuntboy...arch that back. I want to see your cunt while you worship Daddy’s boots.” Moving on to the other boot, I heard Daddy hock spit as it fell on top of my head but I continued. “Face up cuntboy...take it,” he ordered. My face turned up and was hit by more spit on my forehead. Opening my mouth wide, the next one hit my tongue. Feeling the mucous slide down my throat I swallowed. I moaned. “Ok cuntboy, give me your arm,” Daddy ordered. I sat back...raising my arm, Daddy wrapped my bicep with the now sweat slicked strap. This time I knew what to expect. After Daddy released the strap, keeping my arm up...my finger went to the entry point. The chems rushed to my brain and cunt. Then I saw it...Daddy’s thick ringed cock in front of me. “Fuck yeah...how you feeling cuntboy?” Daddy asked knowing full well I was totally spun out by now. “Get on my cock boy. I want your mouth sucking on my cock while I slam.” I was so fucking hot... I took his cock all the way down with ease. Daddy patted my head... “Good cuntboy...breathe through your nose...keep it there.” Staring into Daddy’s crotch, I felt his cock spasm as he prepped and slammed. “FUUUUCK!” Daddy howled. At this point, puppy was losing it. The sling chains rattled as puppy’s cunt took over seeing Daddy slam while I took his cock. His hard body, now dripping with sweat, began to undulate as if his cunt was being invaded by a cock or in his case...a fist. “OK cuntboy...time for puppy’s cunt to get some of Daddy’s attention. Get down between his legs now.” Releasing Daddy’s cock, I moved over and sank to my knees taking in puppy’s pulsing cunt lips. “You ever seen cunt lips like that boy?” Daddy jokingly asked. “You ever taste em? Go ahead...” I moaned...puppy pushed out his dripping cunt lips and I went for it. My tongue reached out feeling the slime oozing from them. Without a thought, I jammed my whole face into them and began lapping up his cunt juices. Puppy howled.... ”Fucking cuntboy...eat my cunt!” as he pushed it further onto my face. By this time, my face, dripping with his cunt juices, sloppily slid over his cunt lips. “Good cuntboy,” Daddy encouraged me. “Check out that cunt...think that could be you? Fucking obscene cunt lips on my cuntboy?” I moaned into puppy’s cunt...filling it with my breath as more of his cunt juices dripped down my chin. “FUCK YEAH!” puppy yelled. “Back up now cuntboy,” Daddy ordered. “Time for Daddy to work puppy’s cunt.” I retreated from puppy and sat back on my knees. Daddy walked over to the shelf...grabbed a tub of Elbow Grease and a pair of black latex gloves. Handing me the lube, Daddy smiled. “Hold this cuntboy.” Knowing their destination, I winced on hearing the gloves’ sharp snap on Daddy’s wrists. Pointing to a spot nearer to puppy’s cunt, Daddy commanded, “Right there cuntboy. I want you front and center for this.” Reaching up, Daddy began to pull on the chains suspending the lower end of the sling and cranked...raising it a foot or so allowing better access to puppy’s cunt. “Yeah Daddy! Give me your fist. Please!” puppy moaned as Daddy began caressing his ass cheeks. “OK cuntboy, hold that tub up.” Smiling wickedly at me, Daddy sank his hand into the tub...his fingers spreading to envelop in the thick viscous cream. Raising his hands, he caressed his hands spreading the lube making sure his gloved hands were completely prepared for their journey into puppy. He paused...presenting his hands to me. “Aww fuuuck!” I growled. I had never been witness to fisting before...only watching porn. I have to admit when I was younger it wasn’t my thing. But as I began to accept that my ass was a cunt, it slowly began to intrigue me...after all, a cunt was there to service... wasn’t it? Still, I wasn’t sure I could take it...but, I was so spun...I began accepting that I needed Daddy’s fist in me to satisfy my cunt’s hunger. I looked up at Daddy with pleading eyes. “I know cuntboy. Like I said before, just think about it. It’s your decision...no rush,” Daddy softly reassured me. “Watch and let your cunt decide.” Slowly cupping his four fingers, Daddy’s right hand moved to puppy’s cunt.... I watched as Daddy slid them past puppy’s cunt lips pausing at the knuckles. Puppy went wild. “FUCK YEAH DADDY! FUCKIN FILL MY CUNT!“ Daddy, winking at me, placed his thumb at the edge of puppy’s now flushed cunt lips and inserted it. “AWWWW FUUCK!” puppy and I both simultaneously yelled. The sounds of desire, escaping both of us as Puppy’s cunt lips stretched and my own cunt spasmed, filled the room. Daddy laughed, “Fucking slammed up pigs...” and pushed. Puppy’s cunt lips stretched and sucked in Daddy’s hand past the knuckles, enveloping it completely to Daddy’s thick wrist. They both let out grunts of pleasure. ‘YESSSS!” Puppy yelled. “FUUUCK YESSS!” Looking up to puppy’s face seeing the look of ecstasy displayed, I felt my cock ache as the blood rushed into my shaft and felt it stretched to the bursting point. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and visualized my cunt accepting Daddy’s hand and my entire body spasmed. “Oh yeah, PUPPY!” Daddy proudly growled, “Take Daddy’s fist! Show cuntboy how much you love Daddy’s fist feeding your cunt!” I could see puppy’s cunt lips begin to pulse around Daddy’s wrist as it rested at the entrance to puppy’s cunt. “AWWW FUUCKING FIST!” puppy yelled feeling Daddy’s fingers expanding and exploring the walls of his cunt. “Deeper! Please!” Daddy smiled as his left hand wrapped itself around his right wrist. Feeling the increased pressure on his cunt lips, the level of puppy’s pleads increased. I watched as the left-hand fingers slowly wandered up into puppy’s cunt covering Daddy’s right hand as it pulled back. In it went...replacing his right hand. Daddy began the rhythmic fucking pattern...switching hands and fucking puppy’s cunt with both his fists... I couldn’t keep my eyes off the sight of my first live fisting session, “Fuck yeah! Take it puppy! Fucking take Daddy’s fists in your cunt!” I yelled as my cunt pulsed. Daddy picked up the pace and began rapidly slamming his hands in and out of puppy’s cunt. Seeing Daddy punch fuck puppy’s cunt, I reacted... “GODDAMN!!!” I exclaimed watching puppy taking Daddy’s fists. It was wild... both Daddy and puppy were drenched in sweat. There I was...fucking excited at the sight but, at the same time, feeling ignored by both my Daddy and my alpha. Daddy, noticing this, gave me a look. “Get over here boy, I want you to see this close up. Get under puppy’s cunt” Happily, I crawled over...cunt exposed behind me. Reaching the spot under puppy’s cunt, I felt his cunt juices mixed with the lube under my knees. I was in heaven. “OK cuntboy. On your back...Watch.” Down I went...feeling the slime ooze across my back. I moaned...wanting my skin to absorb it all...I wanted puppy’s fluids in me. He was my alpha now. Daddy resumed working puppy’s cunt with both his fists...in and out. There I was...on my back...watching puppy’s submission to our Daddy. I couldn’t get enough. My ass bucked with every drop of slime hitting me as I grabbed my tits and worked them. The slam induced fisting session continued and I began rubbing the dripping slime, mixing it was my sweat, into my skin. “Fucking cuntpig!” Daddy laughed looking down at me. “Fucking pig’s gonna reek! Everyone’s gonna know what the fuck you are!” I moaned...rubbing it all in at an increased rate. “Yeah Daddy! Your cuntpig!” I didn’t care anymore. I was what I was...a cuntboy...Daddy and puppy’s cuntboy. After more time...Daddy began slow his pace until puppy’s cunt lips grasped Daddy’s right wrist. Daddy, fondly gazing down at his boy, asked “How you doing puppy?” Puppy responded, “Fuck yeah Daddy. So good! Thank you!” Daddy slowly pulled out...pausing as his knuckles stretched puppy’s cunt, removed his thumb leaving his fingers inside. Teasing the swollen cunt lips with his thumb, Daddy began bringing puppy down. Catching his breath, puppy relaxed. “Both of you stay there,” Daddy ordered. Daddy grabbed a towel and slowing began wiping puppy’s cunt removing the viscous slime with slow tender movements. Daddy tossed the towel down to me and landed on my slimed-up pecs. “Clean yourself up a bit cuntboy.” I grabbed the towel and obeyed but still keeping my eyes on the sight above me. Bending down, Daddy smiled and winked at me and slowly kissed puppy’s cunt. Daddy’s lips were on puppy’s swollen cunt lips as his tongue slid slowly inside puppy. Puppy’s moans grew as Daddy devoured the feast that puppy’s cunt offered. We continued like this for a good while as we lost track of time. Eventually, Daddy stopped. “Okay, I think it’s time for a break," he said, fingering puppy’s cunt. “On the bed you two.” Daddy undid my leash from my collar and I stood. As Daddy released puppy’s binds, I moved to the bed...my now slick body sliding over the black rubber sheets making sure to leave room for Daddy and puppy. Watching them approach...I smiled. I felt his weight as Daddy climbed onto the bed. Daddy took me in his arm...holding me tight and motioned for puppy to join us. “Get on puppy...join Daddy and cuntboy...our cuntboy.” Hearing this, I instinctively went for Daddy’s tit and suckled. Puppy pounced on the bed and Daddy wrapped his other arm around puppy. “My boys...” he proudly announced as puppy joined in suckling on Daddy’s other tit.

Hey guys. I've spent quite some time here enjoying the stories and decided to add one of my own. It's based on my experiences and hope you like it. I walked up to the door knowing what I was in store for. I had been messaging him for a few weeks now and telling him my darkest desires. Over that time, I told him about how I wanted to give myself over. How I needed it. I wanted to be controlled…become a cuntboy. Yeah that’s right…a cuntboy. I remember the first time I heard someone call himself a pussyboy. It stuck with me; but yet, it wasn’t what I felt until I heard someone refer to their hole as a cunt. Yeah, a cunt…that was what it was. I wanted to be a cuntboy. I have to admit, there have been quite a few guys that were turned off once I mentioned it. I would bring it while messaging with Daddies who were interested in getting together as a sort of litmus test and most of the time that ended it. But this Daddy didn’t blink, so to speak, when I mentioned it during the first round of messages. In fact, he seemed more interested in meeting me after that. I told him what I was into…verbal, piss, tit torture, flogging, roleplay, spit, leather, rubber and control among others. He asked me if I had experienced Tina. I had quite a few times. It allowed me to give over to the pig in me. We continued messaging, including pics, for a week or so. Then came the day that he asked me if I was ready to meet. I didn’t hesitate. I immediately replied with a “Yes! When?” The next thing he did was send me his phone number. I grabbed my phone. I heard his deep voice. “Hello.” I hesitated then drew a breath. “Hello Daddy. It’s me, cuntboy.” He chuckled and I heard him smile. “Hi cuntboy. How are you? Can you be at my place in three hours? I just sent you the address. But first, you need to shave yourself down. I want your body smooth from the neck down. After that clean yourself out a couple of times and lube your cunt. I want you jock-strapped and ready to service me.” “Yes, Daddy.” I answered. I had always kept myself trimmed so it wouldn’t be too much to completely shave myself down. “Good boy,” I’ll see you then. I was hesitant as I walked up to the door three hours later and knocked. I had prepared just as he ordered. I had shaved my cunt smooth and had cleaned myself out several times in preparation for his cum. As he opened the door, I saw him...my Daddy. As he stepped back, he stood with his legs spread apart and arms crossed. He was in his 40’s, 6’1”, 210 lbs. with black hair, piercing blue eyes and a dark scruff on his face. I took in the sight of my Daddy...booted, wearing a leather harness and jockstrap. The four straps of his harness, two over his shoulders and two around his ribs were tightly wrapped around his muscular chest joined with a shiny metal ring in between his pecs. I noticed the straps around his ribs seem to push up his chest a bit showing off his pierced tits. His leather jockstrap was bursting at the seams from his cock and balls. His polished boots gleamed as the hallway light fell on them. The first words out of his mouth were, “Strip cuntboy. From now on, you’ll be ready for my cock at all times. Fold those clothes and put them next to the door on top of your shoes.” I kicked off my shoes and shivered as I pulled my t-shirt off. I didn’t know why; but I was nervous. As I undid my belt and pulled my jeans down, he came up to me and held me tight. “It’s ok cuntboy, Daddy’s here. Now put those away. You won’t be needing them anytime soon.” I neatly folded my jeans and t-shirt, grabbed my sneakers and placed them in the corner of the entryway. As I turned around, I saw Daddy smile. A black leather collar was in his right hand. “Remember what you told me cuntboy?” “Yes, Daddy. I told you I loved the feeling of a tight collar around my neck.” As he walked toward me, I fell to my knees ready to accept what that collar meant. “You will be collared and jock-strapped while you are here. Understand boy? Every time you enter this house, you will strip down the minute you enter. I want your cunt ready to take my cock at all times. You will then kneel and wait for me to place this collar around your neck.” As he neared me, I saw a shiny metal tag on the collar. Daddy noticed my look. “That’s for you cuntboy. A tag so everyone will know what you are.” He held the tag in his left hand to show me. “It says cuntboy. I had it made after the first chat we had.” Then I felt it. The leather collar going against my neck, tightened and locked. “Daddy…I’m your fucking cuntboy,” I moaned. Daddy chuckled, “Now let me see my cuntboy. Stand up.” There I stood…legs apart, hands behind my back and my eyes down…32 years old, standing at 5’11”, 165 lbs. with short brown hair and green eyes awaiting his approval. My tits were pierced with silver rings that shone against my pecs. I wanted this so much but my cock stayed limp in my yellow SafeTGard jockstrap due to my nervousness. “Yellow huh? Good boy. Turn around and show me your cunt. Are you smooth?” I turned, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. I heard him approach. Suddenly, I felt his hands begin to inspect my cunt. His fingers neared my cunt lips as I began to get hard. I could feel my cock come alive as my cunt lips became sensitized to my Daddy’s touch. His fingers went lower and I felt him grab the two guiche rings and pull on them. I moaned again. Then he let go. “Good boy, you did a good job. And I see you’re getting relaxed. Your cock is growing. Very nice. But you know that you are to concentrate on my cock, right cuntboy? Your cock doesn’t matter.” “Yes, Daddy.” I responded as he smacked my ass cheeks and told me to stand straight. Daddy then attached a leash to my collar and pulled. “Come on boy. It’s time you service your Daddy.” There I was...a cuntboy collard and jock-strapped being led into the house by a leash. We walked through the house passing the living room and down the hall. As we walked, down the hallway, I shivered again for some unknown reason. “It’s ok cuntboy. Breathe deep. You’ll be fine. Trust me.” Daddy reassured me. I felt my leash tighten as pulled me to him. Again, I felt his strong arms around me as his hands moved down to my cunt. As his fingers moved to my cunt lips and gently massaged them, I relaxed. “You’re doing fine boy. We’re almost there.” As we reached the door, Daddy stopped and looked at me. “Cuntboy, in this room you will always be safe. I will push your limits and there will be things that you may never have thought you’d do. In time, you will discover parts of yourself that you haven’t imagined.” Daddy opened the door and led me in. A red tinged light shown throughout a room painted a matte black on the walls and ceiling. The black vinyl flooring completed the color scheme of the room. The scent of leather, piss and cum from previous encounters filled the air as I took in the sights. Off to one corner I could see a black tile open shower unit with two shower heads. The glistening metal of the attached shower shots sparkled as they contrasted against the black tiles. Opposite that, lengths of chain shone from a leather sling hanging from the ceiling beams. Mirrors were placed on the walls and ceiling forming the sling’s corner of the to ensure both participants would see each other’s view as they fucked. Off to the side, play toys were lined up on shelves…whips, plugs, floggers, tit clamps, masks and such. Then there was the bed. A large black metal four poster bed covered in black rubber sheets. From the frame and posts hung chains and cuffs ready to restrain at Daddy’s desire. A large flat-screen tv was mounted on the wall visible from every angle of the dungeon. Scenes of leather clad men fucking, sucking, pissing and fisting were playing…all reflecting what had gone on in this room. My cock had never been as hard as it rose above my jockstrap’s waistband and began to leak. I was in heaven. Daddy laughed as he noticed my pre-cum leaking and soaking my jock. He wiped his finger against my cockhead and brought it to his lips as he looked me in the eyes. I watched him wipe it on his lips as he said, “Go ahead cuntboy, taste yourself.” He wrapped his strong arms around me and I felt his harness against my chest as our tit rings hit. My tongue went wild…licking and consuming the pre-cum mixed with my Daddy’s spit until it was gone. “OK boy. Let’s get started.” he laughed. Daddy led me by my leash over to the table next to the bed. On the table I could see a cut straw and some six white lines lined up. “I like it old school to begin,” he chuckled. “You first, cuntboy. I want you flying. I want your cunt to take over. We’ll have those to start with.” “Yes, Daddy,” I responded. I bent down, grabbed the straw, and snorted a line. As I straightened up, I felt the initial sting of the crystals hit my nasal membrane. “Another cuntboy,” Daddy ordered, “Now.” The second was a snap. I could feel my skin begin to tingle. All these feeling came rushing in. Suddenly, I could feel the warm hunger begin deep inside me as I watched my Daddy do a couple of lines. “How you feeling cuntboy?” he asked. The ache took over. “Fucking hot Daddy. I need cock!” I begged as my cunt began to ache. Daddy pulled down on my leash and forced me to my knees. “Ok, cuntboy. Enough for now. The night is young. Down on your knees. It’s time to service Daddy.” He pushed my face to his engorged jockstrap as I dropped to my knees. “Lick it cuntboy. Show me how much you need my cock.” I began licking the leather, feeling his cock pulse within the enclosed pouch as I took in the scent of piss and cum soaked leather. I moaned as the craving intensified in my cunt. I wanted to feel his cock inside me stretching out my cunt lips as he fucked me. I needed it…more than anything at the moment. I needed to feel his cum feeding my cunt. “That’s it cuntboy. Show me how much you want this. A cuntboy belongs between a man’s legs.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy! I’m your fucking cuntboy. Fucking cum hungry cuntboy.” I moaned as I continued worshipping his leather clad cock as the Tina took over my body. “You ready for my cock, cuntboy?” he laughed. “Tell me. You want my cock?” “Yes, Daddy. Please!” I moaned as I continued feeling the outline of his cock through the leather with my tongue. Suddenly, I felt Daddy’s hand on my shoulders and he pushed me back until my leash pulled tightly on my collar. I began to panic. I needed him. I needed his cock. Daddy saw the look in my eyes. “Don’t worry cuntboy.” He smiled as he pulled me up by my leash and led me back to the table, “You’’ll be servicing my cock but first let’s do another line. I want my cuntboy flying.” I quickly inhaled the line into me. As I was about to release the straw, an urge overcame me and I took the other one. Daddy laughed as he opened the drawer, pulled out a metal container. He removed a small bag and placed another line on the table. “Ah, my cuntboy is getting there. Good thing there’s more.” Daddy grabbed his leather clad bulge and squeezed...slowly removing the codpiece from his jock with both hands as I heard the snaps give way as he threw it aside. There it was…my Daddy’s thick cock jutting out. I stared at it as it pulsed…his PA rising and falling to the rhythm of his heartbeat as my mouth watered and my cunt ached…the thick veins on his shaft promising that my cunt lips would feel it as his cock entered my cunt. Then there were his balls…large and full of the cum I craved. “There it is cuntboy. Worship it. Show me you’re worthy of Daddy’s cock.” He demanded. I groaned loudly staring at my Daddy’s cock as I prepared for it to enter my mouth. I licked my lips and opened wide. I felt the metal ring, warm from my Daddy’s body, slide over my tongue as the shaft invaded my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly. As it continued down my throat, I willed my throat to expand and take it all. “Look at me cuntboy. I want to see your eyes as you take my cock.” Daddy ordered. “Blink twice to let me know you understand me and will obey.” I blinked twice knowing that I wanted to obey and serve my Daddy. His shaft continued entering as I began to breathe through my nose so I wouldn’t choke and be able to keep his cock in me. I felt his hands holding my collar as I felt the root of his cock on my lips. I had my Daddy’s complete cock in me. I was Daddy’s cuntboy servicing his cock and surrounding it with my spit and slime. I was in heaven as my Daddy’s cock was pulsing down my throat. We stayed like that for a while…Daddy stroking my face and chin encouraging me. “Good cuntboy. Hold it. That’s a good boy. Breathe. Breathe. You can do it. Don’t suck...just keep it there. I’m gonna train you to keep my cock warm in your mouth all night long. In the morning, you’ll take my piss before releasing my cock. You’d like that wouldn’t you cuntboy?” My eyes were fixed at his face. I wanted to let him know that I needed his fluids, his cum and piss in me. All the while, my cunt was radiating a desire and hunger. As I held his cock in my mouth, I could feel the hunger getting stronger and stronger…the need to be fed. “Now suck Daddy’s cock, boy. I know you want it.” I instinctively began to suck as I moaned. My tongue explored every inch of the cock I was allowed to worship...from the root...up past the pulsing veins...to the warm metal ring that topped his cock and back down. He moaned loudly as my lips closed around the thick root while my throat constricted around his cock. My spit worked to coat it for my hungry cunt. I pulled back and gently scraped my teeth along the shaft all the way to the head before grasping the ring with a tug and diving back down to repeat the worship of my Daddy’s cock. Suddenly, I felt his hands firmly grab both sides of my head and I felt him forcibly push himself in and out of my mouth again and again. He began to fuck my face. “Relax that throat, cuntboy. That’s it.” I relaxed my throat and eagerly accepted my place as his cuntboy...an instrument to satisfy my Daddy’s lust. He gripped my head harder as he began to slow the thrusts but the intensity of them remained. I knew what was coming. I was craving it...his cum....his fluids. “Getting close boy. Don’t worry. I’ll be feeding that cunt of yours too. This is only the first feeding you’ll get tonight.” As he pulled out, he held my head firmly with his cockhead on my tongue. I felt his cock spasm and I began to milk his cock for all it was worth. “Fuck cuntboy! Take my cum!” Daddy yelled as the cum gushed into my mouth as I tried not to spill a drop. “Don’t swallow it boy!” he ordered, “Just hold it there for now.” I hesitated. I could taste the delicious cum. I wanted his cum and have it become a part of me. “Show me boy. Show Daddy how much cum you milked from his cock.” I began to open my mouth but felt the cum begin to spill out. I paused but then lifted my chin and I opened my mouth presenting the load of cum that I had received as I looked dutifully into his eyes. “Beautiful cuntboy...Now swallow. Taste your Daddy’s cum. Look at me.” Our eyes remained fixed as I swallowed. I felt the cum as it slid down my throat and I opened my mouth to show Daddy that I had taken all of it into me. “Good boy,” he laughed. “That was a great start. How’s that cunt of yours doing? Is it getting hungry?” My backside began to move rhythmically as he gently held my head. I couldn’t control it. My instincts had kicked in. “I see your cunt needs feeding.” Daddy laughed. “It won’t take long to get me ready to fuck you. But before that happens, I need my cuntboy to take my piss. I want you even more fucked up when you take my cock. But first, you need to clean my cock.” My mouth eagerly reached for his cock to devour the remains of his cum. My tongue worked his cock as he made encouraging sounds. Once he was satisfied that I had completed my duties, he released my head. As he pulled out, an emptiness overtook me. I longed to feel his entire shaft in my warm mouth and down my throat again. “Yeah cuntpig, time to feed on Daddy’s piss, but don’t swallow all of it boy.” Daddy’s veined cock glistened with my spit and throat slime as I kept my mouth open for his piss. I looked up into his eyes with a hunger as my mouth filled with the taste of his chemmed up piss and I swallowed but making sure I left some in my mouth at all times. When Daddy finished pissing, he pulled me up by my leash. “Give me some of that chem piss, boy.” Placing his lips to mine, I fed him the remaining chem piss. “How was that?” he asked, “You like my piss, cuntboy?” “Fuck yeah! Daddy!” I smiled as I wiped the remaining drops of his piss and spit from my lips with my hand and greedily licked it up. “Good, cause I’ll be feeding it to you every day. You’ll be my urinal from now on cuntboy. Now it’s time to see how hungry that cunt is.”

Daddy’s Cuntboy Part 2 I was in fucking heaven at this point...flying high with my stomach full of Daddy’s piss and cum. I felt my collar’s constant pressure from the pull of my leash as he led me to the sling. He removed my leash and suddenly I felt a slight disconnect from him. Seeing this, he held my chin. “Get on the sling cuntboy.” I climbed on the sling feeling the leather straps against my ass cheeks and back. As I took in the sight of my Daddy’s strong muscular ass framed in leather straps, he moved to the shelves and gathered up a set of wrist and ankle restraints. He turned and came towards me...his cock seemingly leading him towards his prize. He quickly fastened my wrists to the sling exposing my shaved pits. I groaned as I felt his tongue roughly explored my right pit as his hands grabbed my tit ring and pulled. “Fuck yeah! Harder!” I begged as the sensation of my tit being manhandled went directly to my cock. He smiled and moved down to my legs and pulled me forward exposing my strapped cunt as he pulled my legs apart and fastened the ankle restraints and securing them to the sling. I felt his rough hands examine my body. At that moment I was an object for Daddy’s pleasure... nothing more. My body bucked as both his hands worked their way up my calves and thighs towards my cunt. I wanted this man....my Daddy. Then I felt it...fingers gently teasing my cunt lips. I moaned and my body rose offering itself. “Fucking hungry cunt,” he growled. He smiled devilishly as he inserted two fingers in me and explored, “Tell Daddy what you want.” “Fuck Daddy! I need your cock! Feed my cunt!” I begged as his fingers stretched my cunt to prepare me for his cock. “Good answer boy.” “but first I’ve got something more for you.” He removed his fingers and stuck them greedily in his mouth as he headed to the table where the metal container surrounded by the dust of the lines sat. Daddy grabbed the container, walked back and placed it on my stomach. I shivered as the cold metal hit me skin. “Fucking beautiful cuntboy,” Reaching up to one of the chains holding the sling, he pulled off a rubber strap that had been wrapped around the chain. I knew what was coming next. I had never slammed before but we had discussed it. We had agreed that it would be my decision when the time came and he would honor that. He placed his cock in near my mouth. “Boy, we discussed this. It’s your decision. What do you want? Take your time and decide.” I opened my mouth and took his cock as I looked into his eyes. There I was...his hard cock throbbing in my mouth. What could I do?! At this point all I felt was the hunger emanating from my cunt. As he pulled out of my mouth, I moaned, “Please...” Daddy grabbed my restrained arm and wrapped the strap around my bicep. “Relax boy...” Reaching down, he opened the metal box now warm from my body heat and pulled out an alcohol prep packet. With his teeth, he tore it open and spit out the packet’s edge, He then proceeded to gently swab my arm with the alcohol pad. “Cuntboy...” He said reassuringly. “I know this is something new. Daddy’s here and will make sure you will be transformed into the cuntboy you were born to be. I knew from the first time we chatted that this is what you were.” He then reached into the metal box and pulled out an orange capped syringe. Pulling off the cap with his teeth, our eyes locked. I could hear the taps as he worked to remove any air bubbles. “Ready cuntboy? There’s no turning back once this goes in. Look at me boy. I want you to see everything.” I groaned... acknowledging and accepting my fate. “Good boy. Here it goes.” I felt the prick of the needle go in... yet another surrender of my body. I saw him pull back the plunger as the syringe filled with the red tinge of my blood. “That my boy, is your first register.” Daddy laughed as he quickly pushed the plunger with all its contents into my vein and undid the strap. Suddenly I felt it. Everything that I heard about...the scratching throat...uncontrollable coughing and rapid heartbeat. My thoughts clouded as I felt Daddy holding the entry point. My arms, still restrained over my head, allowed the chem filled blood to move quickly down and rush through the rest of my body. Suddenly any panic disappeared and my body was engulfed in hungry ecstasy. Daddy stepped back holding the now empty syringe and tossed it into a bucket and I began to gently buck as the chems intensified the cravings deep in my cunt. After wrapping the rubber strap around his bicep, he grabbed the metal box, removed it from my stomach and placed it on the table. I could see his back muscles flex as he prepped his arm. Turning around, he smiled as he walked back to me with the capped syringe in his hand and stood between my legs. “CUNTBOY! LOOK AT ME! Daddy’s gonna be there with you soon.” Daddy stared intently at my cunt as he pulled off the orange cap with his teeth and spit it out hitting my chest as it bounced to the floor. He tapped and inserted the needle. As he continued examining my cunt, he pulled the plunger back. “Boy...look...Daddy’s blood.” I moaned as I saw the syringe’s contents mix with my Daddy’s blood. Before I knew it, the plunger went in and he tossed it into the bucket joining mine. There stood my Daddy....arm up with his finger over the entry point. He growled. “FUCK YEAH! SLAMMED UP CUNTBOY!” My body’s involuntary bucking continued as my cunt took over. It needed that cock. “Please Daddy! Fuck my cunt!” Daddy stood there holding his throbbing cock looking intensely at my cunt. “FUCK ME Daddy!” I begged over and over. I was now just his chemmed up cuntboy begging for cock. Suddenly he moved forward and I felt his metal tipped cock pressing against my cunt. Slowly he pushed as my cunt lips opened to accept him. “OH God!” I moaned as the pain of his invasion turned into a pleasure I had never felt before. At this point I looked up at the mirrored ceiling and saw myself opened and exposed. With the combination of Daddy’s cock filling my cunt and chems rushing through my body, I lost it. I was now nothing more than a cunt... a fucking receptacle for cock...nothing fucking more! As Daddy’s cock continued its course, his hands moved up past my jock encased leaking cock and took hold of my ringed tits. His hands tugged and pinched as my moans grew louder. “Fuck Daddy! Please!” Then...he was completely in and I felt a pressure deep inside against my prostate causing my cock to jump. “Oh, Fuck Daddy!” Then it began. I felt his cock pull out. Before I could protest at the emptiness in me, a deep growl came out of Daddy as he thrust filling my cunt again. He was a madman making sure his cock took ownership of my cunt. I felt his cock’s rhythmic movement as it hit my prostate with every thrust causing my cock to continue leaking until a large pool gathered on my stomach and began to drip down my side. Seeing the precum, Daddy stopped his thrusts, smiled and gathered it up with his hand putting it to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Mmmmmm...good boy...” His tongue flickered and took up a bit of my fluids. An evil grin overtook him as he reached down and began rubbing my precum all over my face. I instinctively began to lap at his offering and tasting the product of the sexual excitement that he had created. “PLEASE DADDY...FUCK ME! FEED MY CUNT!” I begged as he began to thrust into me again. The sound of his sweaty thighs slapping again my inner thighs filled the room as it mixed with the slurping sound of my cunt trying to hold onto his cock. His thrusts continued hitting my prostrate until I couldn’t hold back. I yelled, “OH FUUUUCK! I’M CUMMING! FUUUUCK!” as my orgasm washed over my body and I collapsed back onto the sling. Daddy continued his fucking...nothing could stop him now from achieving his own release. “Fucking slammed up cuntboy. How’s it feel to be nothing but a cunt...fucking slammed up cunt for cock?!” “Fuck yeah Daddy!” I eagerly responded. “That’s what I am....fucking cuntboy ready to service cock!” As his cock engorged even more than it had been before and filled my cunt, I felt Daddy quicken his thrusting. His breathing grew deeper...Daddy roared, “LOOK AT ME BOY! DADDY’S GONNA FEED YOU!” as he erupted deep in my cunt. I could feel the cum pulsing from his cock as my cunt lips began to milk his cock for every last drop. Staying in to the root, Daddy stood between my legs. I took in the sight of him... my fucking sweat covered Daddy. Daddy slowly removed his cock from inside me leaving only the pierced head inside. I groaned...knowing that I would be without his cock but knowing that his cum was now in me and would be absorbed into my cunt making him a part of me always. Then I was empty. I lay there...marveling at his cock...trying to remember how it felt in me. Daddy quickly freed my ankles and moved to the shelf grabbing a mason jar. Returning, he pulled down my jock and freed my now soft cock. I shivered as I felt his hand on my cock placing in the jar. “Now boy. Give me your slam piss.” Groaning, I let loose of my bladder and exhaled. I heard the sound of the piss rapidly filling the jar until I felt the piss reach my cock head. Daddy pulled the piss filled jar away and placed it on the table. Licking his lips as he returned... he gathered up my cock and balls in both his hands. He smiled... “Like I said before boy...your cock doesn’t matter...but damn!” and took my cockhead in his mouth tasting the remains of my piss. I bucked. Daddy held my balls tightly as my cock began to grow in his mouth,” Oh, fuck!” After cleaning off my cock, Daddy walked around the sling and moved toward my face. As he unchained my wrists, he chuckled, “Time to clean my cock boy. Taste your cunt juices mixed with Daddy’s cum.” I opened my mouth and took him in. The taste of his cum and my juices drove me wild. I began slurping and consuming the remains. He had become a part of me and I was now tasting what I had become... a cum filled cunt. Then I heard it...a groan coming from the doorway... “Fuck Yeah!”

Last night was supposed to be a gangbang on a sexy younger guy visiting Atlanta for Pride this weekend. Not sure he got what he wanted as far as a gangbang but I sure the fuck got what I wanted, which was full on group sex He was staying at a friends house, which was 10 miles from the gay center, so I was a little skeptical he'd be able to draw a crowd with so much cumdump competition in town for the weekend. The party list on bbrt had about 10 cumdumps hosting close to where the guys are located. Gangbangs aren't really my thing - I don't like when the drive there takes longer than the actual sex lol. But we've been talking for quite a while on bbrt, and I was pretty horned up to finally meet and play. He's vers, but wanted a gangbang. His hosting friend is also vers. I'm vers. It turned out to be just one other guy, who's this jacked muscle guy I've known for 20+ years and always been on my fantasy list. A top with a big bubble ass. Turned out he has a fat cock and huge balls to match! I was 15 minutes late, but everyone was horny to start when I got there. The host has a playroom with a sling and mattress in the basement. We went down there and all started making out and swapping head - everyone sucking and taking turns, including the top. The designated bottom obviously had his hole pre-lubed when I reached back and felt him up. I ate him out some while he was making out with the other two. Everyone seemed into tit play too, and mine are totally hardwired. Eventually I stood up and started sliding into the bottom with just my spit for lube - he was bent over sucking someone's cock. It took a few minutes then his hole started getting juicy how I like it We then moved around and I put the bottom in the sling and started fucking him there. The other two moved to the mattress and started playing rather than stand and wait their turn on the bottom - I was glad it was taking this direction I can't remember all the details, but it was a solid two hour of non-stop sex. All of us vers guys fucked each other and the top fucked us all. At one point I was fucking the bottom and the top started CHEWING my tits, which will push me over the edge. I told the bottom I had to just edge my cock his hole slowly or the tit work would make me cum. I really should have had the other vers guy fuck me at the same time, but that definitely would have made me bust myy load, which I wasn't ready for yet. At one point I was pinned on the mattress getting fucked, and one of the other guys (not sure which one, but I think it was the "bottom") climbed on top of him and started drilling him, which made his cock swell up bigger and really push deep into me. I bred the bottom maybe one hour into the play session, but I was on trimix and so into it that I stayed totally hard to keep fucking and playing. I don't usually get fucked real well after I've cum, but I powered through and totally loved another hour of fucking and getting fucked by all 3 of them. There really wasn't any down time at all. The bubble ass top kept getting in position squatted with his ass up and sucking someone's cock. I told him looked like a total muscle bottom not a top. He said he likes his ass eaten. So I ate him out DEEP. He was just as clean as the rest of us, and I drilled my tongue pretty deep inside him. I slowly worked a single finger up his tight hole (no lube, just spit), and was rubbing his prostate hard. He asked the bottom to face fuck him while I fingered his prostate and he ended up cumming that way - I love a top who's not afraid to enjoy his hole and deep throat a cock seems kinda vers to me, but I didn't push my luck trying to fuck him lol. This is EXACTLY the kind of sex I love most. Room full of vers guys, great chemistry, no one partying, so everyone's cock was hard and everyone willing/eager to put their holes to use too I had to get up 4 times during the night to use the toilet. I had a lot of air fucked up my guts I guess - kept farting air and cum each time I got up - so hot!!! The "bottom" texted me this morning while I'm writing this. I'm calling him a bottom just because he wanted to be gangbanged but he's totally vers, and he's the one that pumped his 7 day load up my ass, He confirmed it "couldn't have been any better", and I agree!! My hole is spent, but it makes me kinda horny for more since it's still Pride and so many hot visitors in town!

Went to the baths this afternoon, even though I knew it would probably be slow the day before the Columbus Day holiday. I was playing in the sauna, sitting on the upper bench next to a handsome dude with a hairy chest. He pulled my head down to the nip and pit nearest me, and I was pleased to have connected with an inshape 30something. Leaning way over the way I was left my ass exposed, though. Another dude started playing with it, trailing spit down my crack, and lightly teasing my balls. It’s amazing when an arm reaches all the way under you. The guy I was nuzzling pushed my head down, and I knew he wanted some head. Sweet cock, already wet and with the unmistakable tang of precum. I hopped off the bench, so I could work his cock properly from the front. What I hadn’t bargained on with the third dude following me down and spreading my cheeks and assaulting my hole with his tongue. Fuck, I was in pig heaven: sloppy hole and a throat full of tasty cock. The hungry dude eating my hole stood up, and I could feel him all hard. I wasn’t about to let some invisible dude fuck me in such a public way, so I started to pull away and push him back at the same time. But the top pulled my arm away, gripped my wrist firmly, and held my head down on his cock. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growled at me. With my wrists held in front of me, the top dude started with a finger, then two, then some spit, more fingers, and then he raked his cock up and down my crack. “Fuck yeah, dude, your hole is flexing for me now. I’m gonna fill you up good.” it was amazing being fed and bred at the same time. Pulled onto the seated guy’s cock, pushed down on the standing dude’s cock going deep. All I could do was moan like a bitch in heat, which I guess I was at the point. The 30something guy lifted his hips and filled my face with a huge load without any warning. The other guy slammed into me and let out a low moan of his own. I couldn’t feel his load, but knowing it was deep inside me made me shoot ropes of cum all over the hairy legs and feet of the first stud. The breeder slipped out of my loose hole, slapped my ass with a load “crack,” and left the sauna. The dude who had just fed me tussled my hair, muttered “good job,” and left me to mop up the cum, slobber, and sweat, and limp to the showers. Not bad for a slow afternoon!

Daddy’s Cuntboy Part 3 Hearing the unexpected exclamation, I hesitated. Daddy grabbed my head and pushed it down until I felt my lips completely engulf his cock to the root holding me there. “Just in time boy,” laughing at the direction of the voice. “I’ve got to piss.” Daddy released the pressure... I hesitantly pulled off his cock and looked up to my Daddy’s face. He was staring intently towards the doorway and my gaze went immediately to the spot and saw him. My cunt quivered as the stranger’s dark eyes stared back at me. “Cuntboy, this is puppy... puppy, this is cuntboy.” I took in all of puppy. No older than mid 20s, 6’, solid 180 lbs. his shaved body glistened as the contours of his muscles took in the red light...highlighting his deeply formed Adonis belt. His hands roughly grasped the pouch of a red swimmer jockstrap pouch barely containing his dripping cut cock. Straps of a red piped bulldog harness accentuated his hard pecs as his ringed tits pointed down from the mass of muscle. With a twist of his neck, I saw the glint of a tag on his leather collar. Noticing my curiosity, he reached up holding it proudly. ” Yeah cuntboy...I’m puppy.” “Cuntboy, this is your alpha,” Daddy announced. I felt my pulse quicken as my cock began to rise. Moving towards us, puppy rubbed his hands across his full pecs and pulled on his tits. “Fuck yeah cuntboy, Daddy told me tonight’s the night you’d be here.” Standing next to me across from Daddy, his hand examined my upper torso moving on to my tits. I moaned realizing that I was to service this puppy. “Oh, fuck yeah!” Picking up my leash and grabbing another, Daddy reminded us that we were there to service him. “Ok you two, there’ll be time for that. Puppy, time to feed on Daddy’s chem piss. Cuntboy, climb off the sling and put that jockstrap back on.” Obeying Daddy’s command, I quickly went for my jockstrap. Puppy, smiling at the sight of the yellow jockstrap on the floor, moved to Daddy’s feet...instantly falling to his knees he presented his open mouth. I pulled up my jockstrap and adjusted my cock and balls. Daddy saw this and nodded to me, indicating I was to join puppy between his legs. I sank to my knees...shoulder to shoulder with puppy. There we were...waiting to service our Daddy. My cunt now aching...fully knowing my new place. Daddy placed the leashes on our collars and held them. “Cuntboy, this piss is for puppy here. I’ve trained him to be a fucking urinal like you will be soon. Watch and learn.” Opening his mouth wider, puppy took Daddy’s cock down to the root in one fell swoop. “Fuck!” I exclaimed reacting to the sight of puppy feeding on Daddy’s chem piss... imagining him tasting my cunt juices after Daddy shot a load in me during future sessions. “Yeah puppy, drink up. Fucking chem pup! Watch his throat cuntboy. See him taking it all down his gullet.” I was in awe... Puppy’s throat muscles spasmed as he took our Daddy’s piss. My mouth opened slightly, reliving the feeling of Daddy’s piss going down my own throat. As suddenly as puppy took the cock down, he released it. There he was, mouth open smiling with a look of satisfaction. Daddy held puppy’s head and bent down releasing a long string of spit into his mouth. Keeping his gaze on Daddy, puppy swallowed. “Good puppy...stay right there. Cuntboy, bring that jar over you just filled. Puppy needs more piss.” Standing and turning to grab the jar of my piss, Daddy released my leash. I went for the table, I ffeeling the metal chain on my back as my ass cheeks took in the handle and seemingly attempting to feed it to my cunt. Holding the jar in both hands, I turned and walked back to them. What a fucking sight...Daddy towering behind puppy... as puppy, on his knees, faced me. My eyes locked with puppy’s and I went down on my knees. “Fuck!” puppy groaned as he took the jar and drank. “Good puppy...it’s cuntboy’s first load of slam piss,” Daddy, holding onto his shoulders, proudly announced. Grabbing our collars, Daddy forcefully pulled us closer ‘til our faces met. Tongues clashing, we devoured each other. “Fuck yeah! ...boys...give Daddy a show!” Puppy wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled us closer. I began humping his leg feeling his sweat covered pecs slipping over mine. Feeling his other hand moving down my back towards my cunt, I arched...offering myself to him. Daddy began to laugh, “Yeah cuntboy...looks like puppy wants your cunt.” I growled.... “Ok...enough,” Daddy commanded, pulling puppy up to his feet. “Puppy, in the sling,” he ordered. I sat back on my knees watching puppy eagerly climbing into the sling. Daddy secured his ankles and wrists. My cock pulsed. Grabbing the rubber strap, Daddy wrapped it around puppy’s bicep. “On all fours cuntboy,” Daddy ordered...leading me to the foot of the sling, he pulled me back up to my knees with a full view of puppy and released my leash. “Stay there for now cuntboy.” I gasped. There was puppy, his shackled legs spread open exposing a pair of swollen cunt lips. I couldn’t look away as it hit me... red jockstrap...red piped harness... Looking down, puppy laughed pushing out those engorged cunt lips... “Daddy’s been working my cunt for a while cuntboy. Whaddaya think?” “FUCKING HELL!” I groaned.... Holding another rig...walking to puppy, Daddy chuckled, “Think about it. No rush.” Imagining Daddy working my cunt lips, I let out a guttural moan from deep inside me. Daddy put the orange tip in puppy’s mouth. Grinning, puppy bit down grasping it with his teeth. Daddy pulled the syringe leaving the tip between puppy’s teeth. Puppy spit it out in my direction and begged, “Slam your puppy Daddy!” I watched Daddy prep and guide the needle into puppy’s vein. Puppy gasped as the register emerged. “AWWW FUCK!” puppy exhaled on the intake. “Fuck yeah! Two slammed up boys servicing Daddy!” Puppy bucked... his ass lifting off the sling offering up his swollen cunt. Seeing puppy’s slammed state, my cunt reacted. I fell forward on my hands and raised my ass up allowing my cunt lips room to fully pulse from the hunger emanating from deep inside me. “Crawl the fuck over here cuntboy,” Daddy ordered. “Time for another slam.”

I had smoked T before and I knew that it made me wild, it took me to my core and made me want to be used, abused, surrender and please. One day, my dreams came true and I met a serious player who gave me my first slam. This is a true story. We had exchanged messages on NKP. He knew what I was about, 100% sub, and up for most things and wanted to be slammed and thoroughly used, but I was scared. I had told him that I wanted somebody to poz me, but I wanted it to mean something and be memorable and into group. I found myself uncontrollably walking to his, I knocked on the door and he answered, in a went, took off my shoes and he started chatting to me. He told me that he had got all we needed and we should go downstairs. A sling was in the corner, mirrors on the ceiling, and around the bed and a camera in the corner. Oddly I didn’t care about the camera, I was in the mood where I needed to be abused, taken from and ruined. He showed me how to smoke, and showed me where the crystals were. I smoked a little and took on board his instructions to inhale slowly and hold it in for as much as possible. He then put on some porn, which I now know to be called slammin perverts and told me to go to the bathroom to prepare. I came back to the bedroom and sat on the bed and said that he thought it was time to slam me up. He set the video recording, which I still have. He said the time and place and that I had been smoking, was a pig and I was going to be slammed up for the first time and it was fucking horny. Looking back at the video, I am sat there, collared, and already spun from the t, I say, I hope this fucks me up and observe a guy being fisted deep in the video. The needle measurement is read out, .25 whatever that means and then it is inserted, injected and removed. I hold my arm up and am told there is no need as my face is hidden from the camera. Suddenly I gasp, and say I can feel it in my throat, there is no cough like I was expecting but a sudden rush and the true me comes right to the front. I want to be fisted like him, ruin me, and poz me up I say. He says, on video, I think we have a convertor, I say please convert me, he says, no, I mean converted to slamming. Oh my god, I want to do it all I say, hurt me I beg, he says what about being in my sling, and while a guy is fucking you, I slam you up, is that there sort of thing you want to do he says and I say yes. Then he slams himself as I am mesmerised by the severe and hardcore porn going on around me. I recall badly, desperately wanting to be seriously abused like never before. Let me know if you want me to continue.

Received a text from a big dicked top friend of mine asking when I was available. He’s always a great fuck with that huge 10 inch dick of his that always stretches my whole hole open as he endeavors to go balls deep with his 10. It was another great session with him in charge; placing me into the positions that he wanted. He’s tender yet aggressive which I like! He tells me when to relax and breathe so I can take all 10. While fucking, he’ll cuff me on the side of the head, pull my hair, and shove my face into the pillow. After 45 minutes, he pumped hard and came deep in my hole. I could feel his dick pulsing as he delivered his load into me. It was wonderful! I always believe it’s a shame to waste a freshly loaded hole so instead of heading straight home, I went to cruise the park. It was a bit early in the evening, but there were some men trolling about. I checked out this black guy wearing a hoodie and followed him deeper into the bushes. He pulled out his dick so I immediately got down on my knees. There was substantial girth and weight to his soft dick which grew bigger and harder in my mouth! He wasn’t as long as my friend but still substantial and definitely had more girth to him. It was great to know that I had been loosened up for him. When I had gotten him hard, I presented my ass to him and he didn’t waste any time taking it. While he plowed me, four or five guys started to watch but he didn’t break his rhythm at all! His rhythm increased and he shoved in deeper and harder stretching my hole even more open. I could feel his spurts shoot into me as he unloaded. I was hoping one of the other guys would jump on but no luck! So I texted a Filipino friend of mine who is always eager to unload in my hole and he filled me up before I headed home. I had started my evening at six and was home by nine!

I don't report all my last loads here but Friday night was a good one. Or rather: good ones. My regulars all seemed to be busy so I wasn't expecting anything. But got a message from a guy saying: "Last night in town. Want to fuck a beefy Daddy ass. Interested?" Profile said he was a vers 37yo on PrEP with a rugby build, not much else. Sent along pics of a beefy smooth butt and a thick 6"-ish cut cock and tasty hairy balls. Arrived around 9pm and didn't waste any time. Bearded hairy guy with a great beefy body. Lubed my hole and went to town. Five minutes later he blasted his load in my ass. Tbh I had hoped for a bit longer as I was just getting into it. Surprised me by staying in my hole and a few minutes later started fucking again. 15 minutes or so later load #2. He then settled back in bed and told me that if I was good to him he might give me another one. Started working on his cock sucking him until my jaws started to ache. He flipped me over and started hammering my hole for I don't know how long until he blew again. When he left he said he'd be in touch again when he was in town. Looked at the clock and it was almost 11pm. Then looked at my phone and saw I missed a message from one of my regulars sent almost two hours before just after I got busy with Mr. Rugby. Texted him to say sorry but that I had been busy. Immediate reply: "No problem. But still horny if you're up to it. A "quickie?". That quickie took a bit longer than I thought. Called me a fucking slut when he noticed the loads in my ass. Kept plowing my hole until I squirted over all over my bed (he loves making me cum) and then shot his load. Load #4. Hoped for another one but he said he was tired and needed to get up early.

i actually sat there and watched movie for a few minutes. my cock still out of my pants. I looked over at Dad and he was slowly stroking his own cock. Then without saying anything he pulled his pants down all the way to his ankles and sat back down and continued to stroke.. I just watched and had my eyes fixed on his cock, his balls. I didn't even ask him as I leaned over to put his hard cock in my mouth. Dad released his hand and sat back and let out a soft moan. I had never sucked a cock but it felt so right, maybe even better than having my own dick sucked. And to top of it off, it was my dad's cock.. the one i had peeked on when I was younger, and had shot my load peeking at just seeing him naked thru the keyhole of the bathroom, getting out of the shower and standing in front of the sink. But now, it was hard, and it was in my mouth and I was loving every second. As I was sucking him, i noticed a man come sit next to my dad and he too had his cock out. But I didn't focus on him. I think I was afraid he would try and take the cock away from me so I just continued to suck as if my life depended on it. I touched dads balls with one hand as I deep throated his cock. Dad hadn't said a word,but maybe to give me one last chance to pull my mouth off of it, he told me he was gonna cum soon. My instincts were to just continue sucking.. I wanted his load in my throat. I wanted to taste him. I wanted my first load and I didn't want to miss a drop.. When he once again said, "I'm cumming" I just made sure I was collecting every drop in my mouth and gobbled it up and swallowed it. There was probably never a time in my life that I would feel so content, so perfect.. so happy. Then the man sitting next to Dad talked and said, " I hope I'm next" - I looked up and i realized the man was Jesse, the black neighbor who lived across the street from us.

The Gang Rape I was staying in a hotel in Texas for four nights. I posted the following advertisement Craiglist: "Total submissive bottom looking for a PURE DOMINANT TOP for rough play, the rougher the better. I don't want to know who you are. I will submit to you whether I like you or not." I posted this each night for the first three nights and received only duds for responses. Finally, on the fourth night came this response: "Tell me where you are, faggot." I gave him the address of the hotel and the room number. No response. I thought about messaging him again, but I waited. I was watching tv anyway. Twenty minutes later someone pounded on the door of the hotel room. I opened it and a fucking giant pushed his way in. He must've been 6'6" and 300 pounds, mostly muscle, but with some extra padding. A bodybuilder going soft. I turned to shut the door and no sooner had it closed, I felt myself being thrown to the ground. "STAY THERE UNTIL I SAY SO, YOU DISGUSTING FAGGOT!" He stood there and stripped off everything but his boxers, and as he slipped his boxers off, revealing the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life, he said "I'm gonna have fun making you take this." His dick was at least ten inches and thick as a beer can. Without saying anything else, he grabbed his dick and started pissing all over me. I didn't move. It felt good. And I was hard as a rock. He looked down at my penis and started laughing. "What the fuck is that, faggot? A clit? I didn't know they made 'em that small." After he finished pissing, he backhanded me as hard as he could. "FILTHY DISGUSTING FAGGOT. YOU MAKE ME SICK." He bent down, grabbed me under my armpits, and threw me on the bed, climbed over me and sat on my face, asking "You smell that, faggot? I haven't showered in a week and you're gonna fucking suck my hole. SUCK IT." I did as I was told. I was in heaven. He was musky and sweaty and salty. It tasted great. He pulled me out from under him, slamming me against the wall, and turned me around, commanding me "DON'T FUCKING MOVE." I didn't. After a few seconds, he came around the bed, grabbed both of my wrists, and tied them to the bedpost with his belt. He leaned down and whispered: "You're gonna regret this, you worthless piece of dog shit." He climbed on the bed, got behind me, and spread my cheeks. "Tight. Good. I like you faggots to be in as much pain as possible. It's what you deserve." I felt him press his cock against my hole and, I'll admit, I was regretting it. No lube. No spit. I felt pressure. And pain. And something ripped as his popped the head of his cock in my ass. I screamed. "YOU DESERVE IT!" He lay down on top me, covered my mouth with hand, pressing my head against his hairy chest, and used every ounce of his strength to shove his entire cock in my ass in one move. I screamed. The pain was too severe. I was in agony. He pounded me and didn't give up, grunting "FUCKING TAKE IT. YOU STUPID FUCKING FAGGOT. I HATE YOU. TINY DICKED PIECE OF SHIT." He didn't last long. "AHHHHHHHHHHH" Then he pulled out. My body was screaming in pain. I was in tears. "Look at you," he commented, adding "I fucking wrecked it. You're bleeding, too. Good." He disappeared for a few seconds and squated next to me while he used his phone. "Hey, Joe. You and your buddies still horny? I've got a bleeder here I want you to destroy." By the end of the night, I was numb. Five different guys raped me relentlessly bareback. At one point, I think, I had two guys in my ass and two in my mouth, while the first guy filmed it with his iPhone and laughed. Most of it is fuzzy, but I'm pretty sure I remember one guy saying "I love killing these little faggots." After Joe and his buddies left, the first man got dressed. He untied my wrists and put on his belt. I could barely move. I could only lie there, my face stained with tears. "I hope you like bugs, faggot. You've got a fuck ton of angry ones inside you now. I hope your parents don't mind burying their son."

Part 1 - The Early Years There are two things in life I found I liked from a young age, reading and keeping a journal. Books were my everything at a young age since they kept me out of harms way and blissfully ignorant to everything that went on around me. Was I a sensitive child, pretty much so but also very impressionable with an erratic behavioural pattern that surfaced when least expected. Secondly my journal, I discovered I had a flair for writing growing up. It was a way of expressing my thoughts and frustrations, but also secrets. Some were not my own to hold but I became the keeper of them without any one knowing. So the impressionable part of me very much shaped my upbringing, sometimes life can cause things to happen that you never thought possible or needed until they presented themselves. My life was complicated from a very young age, some would say in a bad way, others would say it was destiny and things happened for a reason. I also had two people who played a very instrumental part in my life, one from a young age who would be by my side as we grew up then leave and come back in to my life when you believe there is no hope of finding a true path to happiness. The other person trusted his intuition about me and helped me become the confident assured person I am today. When you stand at a fork in the path and can't decide weather to go left or right, you simply go down the middle and to hell with it. Yes it will upset some people but it will force them to show their true colours and love you no matter what, hopefully that is. So who am I you may ask, you have probably seen me but never knew what lay behind the page or billboard since I keep my life very private. It doesn't matter how famous you become, the one thing you learn is never trust anyone on face value as information is power and the last thing you need is someone having power over you. That way you keep control of your life and protect those you love and hold dear to you. But I will tell you this, my name is Tom and that is what I prefer, annoyingly my mother still insists on calling me Thomas when she is mad at me and Tommy when she is doting me. I am a 24 year old rustic blond so I have been told by photographers. At five feet nine inches tall or short depending how tall you are, I have what was described to me as the most finely sculpted face and body. Now I don't assume myself to be attractive by any means, after all I just see Tom in the mirror who is an ordinary Texan lad. But all of that will reveal itself. So I will tell you the secrets about me that my journal holds but in a way for you to understand me better and how I ended up here. The problem with me is that I lived through my journal and held things in there that could have destroyed lives and nearly did as you can never predict how a person would react. That happened when I was 20 but it changed my life in a way I never thought possible. Should I have been more careful to hide identities instead of blatantly writing them down to be discovered? Yes, but then what? Wouldn't I be living a life full of lies or where I am now. I will start were things really began to shape my life in a way I had no control over and that was when I turned 8 years old, it started when my parents finally split up. I cried and screamed as my mother dragged me out of the house and placed me in the car with our belongings, at such a young age I had no idea why this was happening and being taken away from my father. I knew they argued and understood that their marriage was in ruins and she had to break free, but I never realised it would involve taking me with her. It's not your fault Tommy she would always tell me, but my father had put up with enough of her hard work ethic leaving him to look after me albeit I was a little out of control. I loved my father but also liked to play him up as much as possible by throwing tantrums usually when mother was out of town on business and father had his bit on the side over, he never suspected that I knew what was going on. I was an only child desperate for a sibling but that was not going to happen now. We must have drove some 50 miles to the large town where my mother worked, little did I know then that she was also seeing another man and that had become serious. Seth as it turned out was a few years older than my mother, at 30 he had dirty blond hair and stood an impressive six feet and still retained a muscular jock build from his school days, he was pretty successful with his small company and lived quite well in a sprawling ranch house in the countryside. Gradually I was introduced to him over several weekends, I didn't care much for him after all he wasn't my father. Seth was divorced and had a son who was 10 years old. At the time I paid little attention until the day my mother sat me down and explained that we were moving in to Seth's house in the country. Not only was I contending with a new school but now I was to be uprooted again to a different place to live, strangely I had calmed down a little by this time and was studying diligently at school, I showed a love for some sport especially wrestling, you could say I had become a model child. Maybe my father was the cause of my bad tantrums and his lack of love to my mother and me. At the start of summer holidays Seth arrived and began helping my mother to move whilst I sat in my bedroom head in a book as usual. I had packed my clothes, books and Xbox as that was all I needed in life to keep me happy. Seth was unlike my father he actually showed an interest in me from what I liked reading to what sports I did at school, I was torn between my loyalties and slowly I put up a barrier between Seth and me to prevent any closeness developing, but he was persistent and told me how I would really get along with his own son Brad who was 2 years older than me. Personally I couldn't see how on earth we would connect and it is what scared me the most, as much as I yearned for a sibling I never bargained on getting an older one. I carried my book out to his black BMW X5 which towered above me, for a eight year old I was fit and healthy albeit just five foot five inches with hopefully more growing to do, it still seemed like a big climb as I heaved myself in to the back seat and settled down. I was also trendy for my age with the latest haircut of buzzed sides and longer on top that was neatly combed, I took pride in my appearance as I knew it would help me get the right girls as school. Being gay or even thinking about it never crossed my mind but life has a way of turning your hand over before your eyes so I found out. My mother said goodbye and I panicked looking at her but she smiled and said she was following on in her car as there was no room for me to sit in there. I opened my book and stuck my head firmly in to it, I had never been alone with Seth and it was going to be 40 minute drive out of town. Briefly I looked up with what must have been eyes full of fear as Seth sat in the drivers seat and he glanced at me through the rear view mirror switching the engine on. Seth backed the car out of the short drive "It will be okay Tom" he said pulling away from my home. I watched out of the window as we moved away from my familiar surroundings "Really?" I replied. "You and Brad will get on just fine and he is excited to meet you" Seth said glancing in the mirror. I looked over at the mirror to see his eyes looking at me "Right" I said and faced back to the window. "You said you like wrestling at school Tom?" Seth asked me trying to engage me in conversation. "Yes" I replied without moving my head as a tear rolled down my cheek in sadness leaving things behind again. Seth smiled "Brad does wrestling and likes to work out so you have something in common" his eyes watching me. "Great" I replied emotionless wiping the tear from my cheek, the rest of the journey was silent. The car stopped "This is Medina Ranch" Seth said coming round to the boot of the car and opening it. "You have to be fucking kidding me, where the fuck are we?" I said kicking the gravel hard on the driveway. Seth didn't even look at me "Use those words again and you sleep in the barn" he said smirking. My mother pulled up in her car "Tommy what's wrong?" She asked walking towards me. I looked at her "How could you bring me here?" I angrily asked waving my hand at the expanse of greenery. She stopped at looked around "It's beautiful here Tommy you will love it" she said trying to calm me down. Seth watched me walking off "Leave him, let him get it out of his system" he replied shrugging it off. Julia turned to Seth "I really thought he would embrace this new life" she said. Seth pulled a box out of the car "He will come around Julia". Okay so underneath I wasn't quite the model child Seth had expected but little did I know my anger and frustration was born out of who I would eventually become as I grew older and understood myself better. In the meantime I found a quiet spot nearly half a mile from the house under some large trees where I sat down and cried my heart out, the thought of spending six long weeks with no signs of life or friends ripped through me in boiling anger. Seth took all my belongings and put them in the garage telling my mother that I needed to learn and will have to move my own belongings and grow up. My mother felt ashamed of my behaviour but Seth casually waved it off saying he had been through that with Brad. Guessing I must have been out for nearly three hours before realising that no one was coming out to look for me, hungry and thirsty I stood up and walked back towards the house, I got even more wound up and annoyed as I had got dirt on my book and frantically tried to clean it as best I could. In my tantrum I hadn't even looked at the house which stood imposingly on the plot, part single and two story sprawling ranch style it was definitely bigger than any house I had lived in, I stood looking at it with dread as it was to be my prison until I could move away, well that was how I saw it since nothing else seemed to be living around here. Walking up to the doors I opened the left one and let myself in and stood in the large entrance hall, I could hear my mother and Seth talking and walked towards the voices finding myself in the large kitchen and dining area. "There you are Thomas" my mother said reverting to my proper name, I knew she was angry. I looked at them both "I've ruined my book" putting it down in front of my mother. Seth turned the book around "I have a copy of that in the library you can read" he said looking at me. I sat down opposite them "Thanks" I replied with a genuine tone for the first time. My mother retrieved a plate from the refrigerator "You must be hungry Tommy" she said placing a sandwich by my side. "I am, thanks mum" I said already devouring it as she brought me a fruit juice as well. "When you finished I will show you where you will be sleeping" Seth told me with a smile on his face. Seth and my mother escorted me along a wing of the ranch house in to another lounge area that was clearly used by his son and then in to a large bedroom suite with two double beds, to be fair the room was almost as large as the apartment we had just left. It had an en-suite bathroom and wet room and overlooked the back of the house, the room angled around the pool area and my heart lifted seeing the large pool. Having never had a pool before I had not learnt to swim but the thought of being able to sit in it and paddle around made me smile. When they told me I would be sharing this area with Brad I argued to the point I upset myself realising it was a futile argument. Seth told me I would get along just fine with Brad and they turned to leave me with Seth pointing out my things are in the garage and to move them. I sat there alone putting my head in my hands cursing at my new life, I knew my mother was going away tomorrow for a couple of days with work which hastened the moving in. Residing to my fate I decided to make the best of a bad thing, I mean how much worse can it get. Eventually I found the garage and started moving my things in to the room, I was getting hot and sticky with all the walking and unpacking, I stripped off down to my shorts as I began unpacking my clothes and putting them in the walk in closet on the side that was empty. Outside and unknown to me Brad had returned on his quad bike and parked it in the garage, for a 10 year old he could easily pass at being 15 or 16 due to his tall broad build that he got from his father. Inheriting the dirty blond hair and striking blue eyes he was pretty well muscled up and had a very solid build for a kid his age. He carried it off well, even the seniors at the school daren't get on his bad side, he had a wonderful relationship with his father unlike me with mine. Brad walked in to the house and headed to the kitchen in his polite and mesmerising manner he sat and chatted with my mother until Seth said for him to go and meet me as they were going out to dinner and the housekeeper would prepare our dinner. Brad walked along the wing to his pad as he called it and saw the lounge area remained as when he left it that morning. He waited watching for his father and my mother to leave before he walked towards the bedroom, it was quiet apart from the clanging of coat hangers coming from closet. He looked at the bed seeing a few books strewn across it, he had never shown any inclination or interest in reading books unless he had to for school. He turned and walked towards the closet, standing at the doorway, I was unaware of Brad's presence or that he was scrutinising me from behind. "You like being in the closet" Brad asked making me jump that I missed the rail to hang a shirt on. I quickly turned frightened "Fuck don't creep up on me like that" were the first words out of my mouth. Brad's eyes looked at me trying to figure me out "Didn't mean to scare you" he said I could see the muscles in his arms and thought twice about hitting back "I'm Tom" I said shyly. "I'm not stupid I know who you are" he turned and left me in the closet. I walked in to the bedroom "I never asked to be here, so don't take it out on me" I said picking my books up. Brad was taking his t-shirt off "Yeah well were both stuck with this". I guess I must have been staring at him before I asked "How did you get so big?" then blushing at my upfront nature. Brad looked at me with his head to one side sizing me up "Working out and a muscle building compound". I nodded and went back to my unpacking, he ignored me listening to the music on his phone. Finally I finished after checking the clothes were hanging in an order that I liked and wiped my brow from the humidity. I had a quick shower to cool down and decided to look outside since Brad showed no sign of wanting to show me around. All I wanted to see really was the pool and I wasn't disappointed as it was large and plenty of shallow water at one end, I did a quick look around and took my reefs off and paddled in the shallow end for a few minutes enjoying the cool water over my submerged feet. "You can go in if you want" Brad said standing at the French doors watching me. I felt a little shame "No it's okay" I replied without looking at him. "Can you not swim?" he asked me walking out and joining me as I paddled. I hesitated "No" I said quietly not wanting to embarrass myself "I want to but never had a pool where I lived". Brad sat down on the edge of the pool dangling his feet in "I can teach you if you want". I looked at him but he was staring at the water "Really, you would?" I asked him surprised. Brad looked over at me "Yeah, well we got all summer vacation and there isn't much to do around here". I walked over and sat beside him "Thanks, and will you help me get muscle like yours?" I nervously asked. Brad laughed "If you want but it's hard work" he said nudging me "What are you going to do for me?" he asked. I chuckled "I have nothing to offer, I like reading and playing on my Xbox" I said to him. Brad smiled at me "You can read to me" he replied "you know the books I have to read for school, you can read them to me". That was the moment that we became friends, not quite step-brothers just then, but friends was a good place to start. The first few days I had terrible stomach ache as my body adjusted to the high protein muscle building compound, I think Brad got quite a lot of enjoyment seeing me running to the toilet. He told me not to worry and it will settle down in a few days, he introduced me to the gym by the pool house and got me lifting weights for half an hour in the morning and evening. True to his words he began to teach me to swim and by the end of the summer vacation I was at least no longer afraid of deep water and could happily manage a couple of lengths of the pool without loosing my breath. A week into our new found friendship Brad invited me to go for a ride on his quad bike, he packed some fruit and water along with a book in to his rucksack and gave it to me to put on my back. I was a little scared as I had never been on this type of bike but he drove slowly with me clasping him tightly in case I fell off we drove for about 20 minutes, passing fields and wooded areas until we hit an open expanse where I could see a line to trees and bushes stretching as far as the eye could see. Coming to a stop we walked a few meters in to the clearing by a shallow river the flowed gently meandering out of sight. "This is the Medina river" he said taking the rucksack off my back. I looked around "It's really pretty here" I said taking it all in. Brad smiled sitting down on the edge of the stream "My favourite little hideaway, the ranch is named after it". "Ah right" I replied sitting next to him. He pulled the book out of the rucksack and handed it to me "Your end of the bargain now" he chuckled. I took the book and laid on my stomach "Okay" I replied. I have to admit I started to find it intoxicating being here, the gentle sound coming from the water in the river flowing over the pebbles, the sun beating down and reading aloud was my idea of paradise, I even left my hair messed up from wearing the baseball cap. I kept looking at Brad when turning the page of the book, his eyes were closed hand clasped behind his head, whenever I stopped reading he would open one eye to check on me causing me to giggle several times. There was no doubt about him as rough and tough as he was on the outside he was a very different person underneath. I must have read nearly a hundred pages before he put his hand on the book to stop me reading and handed me some fruit and water. We walked in the stream hardly saying anything to each other until we returned back to our spot where he handed me the book again, I read a further 3 chapters before I put the book down and laid on my back looking up at the dappled sunlight coming through the trees. The rustling in the trees signified a change coming, Brad only to aware jumped up and packed the rucksack telling me there was a storm coming in, something that was quite usual for this time of day when the heat rose sharply like it had during the afternoon. Sure enough just a few hundred meters from the ranch house the heavens opened as the wind picked up in velocity driving the rain in to our faces. The storm lasted for an hour before the sun appeared again. We stood in the garage soaking wet and just laughed as puddles began forming at our feet, from that day we found our sense of humour to be very similar. A few days later at lunchtime we were heading out to the Medina River again, today the sun was already blazing hot in the sky so I sat down right the waters edge so I could dangle my feet in the water to cool them down as I read aloud to Brad, he sat a little further up so I could only see his legs, after an hour I turned on to my stomach and laid down resting on my elbows continuing to read. He did make me laugh seeing him chilled out chewing on a long stem grass, his eyes closed hands clasped behind his head. We walked a mile down the stream and back again before heading home, this afternoon was different as we chatted a little more finding our feet with each other. As the days passed we spent more and more time together bonding and enjoying working out then spending afternoons at the Medina river. By the time the vacation ended I was ready to return to school, it was my first day as this new school, as nervous as I was there was nothing to worry about as I fitted in straight away, Brad looked after me since we had become inseparable over the summer vacation. Those long summer days turned me in to a somewhat confident swimmer, I was beginning to show some muscle tone which I loved and many kids in my class commented over. Never would I realise how much of a catch I was to the girls and was never short of attention from them in my year and even some of the senior girls flirting with me. One thing I was probably more dumbstruck by was hearing them remark how attractive I was. It got worse as I aged, well I thought so anyway, it seemed almost all the school wanted to hang out with Brad and I, himself turning in to quite the muscle jock now having hit puberty. I felt a little overawed by all the friends and attention but there was something missing and that something was slowly beginning to show it's hand the older I got. It did take a couple of summers before Brad actually referred to me as his step-brother, after our parents married he began referring to me as his brother and it was this milestone that I articulated in my journal. I would usually write my journal sitting by the stream I found it gave me more flair when transferring my thoughts to paper. Brad would often sit there watching as I wrote, he knew I kept a journal and read it once when I fell asleep but he got bored as it contained nothing of interest at that point. It was from them I began hiding it and only writing when something needed to be downloaded out of my head, it had become my secret keeper. My reading to Brad had got him interested in books and studying and he did rather to well in his final years and won a place at a university some 300 miles away. Our years together were for the most part idyllic and every summer we shut ourselves away at Medina doing our own things. Our bodies changed but we both retained our looks and I grew from strength to strength with Brad's help. On his 16th birthday Seth allowed Brad to get a tribal tattoo down his arm. I sat with him and Seth as the artist worked for nearly 3 hours until finished. Sitting there I realised how much Brad was growing up and beginning to show independence, I knew our summers were going to come to an end soon enough. At 17 Brad was a real crowd pleaser and was now more often out than at home, I had heard rumours at school that he was bedding girls like there was no tomorrow, when he was home we would still go to the Medina river for some peace and quiet escaping life. I relished those days as I missed him like hell and was only too happy to read to him. At 15 I had a growth spurt and stood at my now five feet nine inches, I was pretty happy with my height, but it also caused my looks to intensify and muscle definition to proportionise itself to my body. It was several months after my birthday that I wrote down one of the most revealing feelings about me 'I feel my body has changed, I have hair appearing in places not much but enough, my voice is slightly deeper and I am beginning to feel like the boy in me is forever being lost. I like guys. Don't aske me how or why, I just do. I like their bodies, I like the masculinity of a guy who is very close to me. I never really thought I would write this down but somehow I need to express me and who I have become. I just don't seem to have any interest in girls and yes I know what this means but I am not ready for it. I need to come to accept it first and be happy about why my body and soul has gone this way. As much as I rack my brains trying to think why, there is no answer. No significance, no turning point, it has always been there waiting for the right time'. I put my pen down and watched Brad sleeping in his bed, discreetly hiding my journal as I knew that it was more important than ever to keep it hidden. I never wrote a lot down or did it on a daily basis, it was one of things I kept as a reminder of important things or situations now. I wondered if it showed on the outside that I was gay, I only questioned it as I saw less and less of Brad during that last summer before he headed off to university. It seemed his new friend residing in his pants was busy around and he started dating the head cheerleader from the school, Melinda. It was to put it bluntly my year of turmoil, I felt like my gut had been wrenched out the day he finally left. I knew he wanted to break free and be his own person. He left me fighting my demons, I was literally destroying myself inside out and it was after my 16th birthday I sat down for dinner, I plucked up the courage to discuss it with my mother and Seth since they had noticed I was becoming more introverted during this time but they put it down to Brad leaving home. Opening up to them about my feelings seemed to lift a massive burden off my shoulders, my mother was sceptical saying it wss just a phase where Seth appeared to have more control over the matter and I still remember his words to this day 'Don't hide or run from it, just let you discover you and who you are'. I kept my secret hidden at school and concentrated on getting my education over before deciding weather I wanted to go to college or university, rumours did surface occasionally as I had plenty of friends that were girls but never date or kissed any of them, I never acted gay or gave any one cause to question my sexuality. Not one for wanting to be away from Medina ranch I choose college and long distance studying, the benefit of which meant I could take my laptop out with me to the Medina river and study there where I didn't have to go in to college for assignments, tests and exams. So it wasn't all that bad coming out to my mother and Seth, they just let me get on with it. I was surprised that Seth would without fail every week sit down and chat with me about how I was feeling, I looked on him as more of a father than my blood father who I hadn't seen since the break up. Seth was reasonable and considerate, never judging me but always supporting and being there if I needed help. The year dragged by and Brad returned home for the summer vacation, he entered the house like a whirlwind and swooped me up in his arms hugging me. "God I missed you Tom" Brad said putting me down. I hugged him back "It's so lonely without you here" I replied. "Well I am here for several weeks book worm" he said using his nick name for me. It didn't take long for our routine to slip in to place, only now it just felt awkward as I was hiding the real me from him. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him, I didn't really know why at the time but I thought it would be best to keep that part of me in the shadows. All to soon his few weeks at home had come to an end and that last evening I heard Seth and Brad having a very stern discussion in the library. It was pretty fiery so I made my way back to our room and listened to some music reading a book. When Brad turned up he seemed his cheery self and said nothing about the argument going on, he showered and changed then headed out to meet his latest girl. A few days later when I asked how Brad was doing just out of normal conversation I got a strange look from Seth. He would not talk much about Brad just that he was doing okay, I knew he had gone to university several times to talk to him, and I overheard him and my mother talking about Brad's disciplinary hearing but nothing was ever said directly to me. I had no idea what was going on or what trouble he had gotten himself into. I had just celebrated my 18th birthday and was studying on the pool terrace late one morning when I heard Seth in the kitchen cursing to himself and grabbing his keys, I heard him talking to my mother on the phone to say he was having to drive up to the university. By the time I got to the kitchen he had already stormed out leaving the letter from the universities disciplinary committee on the counter top. My mistake or maybe it wasn't, I picked up the letter and read it. I couldn't believe the words of the last paragraph 'As such situations arise when a student is in possession of any form of drug the course of action is to expel them from the campus and forfeit their position. Whilst the committee have noted that no further action is being taken by the relevant law enforcement agencies we are in no doubt of possession and intended use or distribution and as such the student has been expelled. The committees decision is final and will not entertain any appeal to review'. It was almost like a standard letter but I felt really sorry how his life had spiralled out of control in this manner. Seth returned later that evening tired and upset, I listened at the door as he told my mother that Brad refused to see him point blank. I walked in to the lounge and they both stopped talking. "Are you going to tell me what is going on with Brad?" I asked standing my ground. Seth shrugged his shoulder "There is no point Tom, he won't see or speak to anyone" he replied. I sat down next to Seth "How bad is it?" I asked him. Seth looked at my mother "He has been expelled, he needs help but he can't see that or accept it". That evening was one of the longer entries in to my journey as I was troubled all night, when I woke early that Saturday morning I sneaked down to Seth's BMW and turned the key and looked at the SatNav which gave me a location near enough to where Brad was staying. I got my keys and sped down the ranch driveway and headed to Dallas, I almost stopped several times wondering if I was doing the right thing but I kept going on the 5 hour drive. I knew I was in the right place but I had no idea which building he was in, I stopped a student wandering by just on the off chance and asked if they knew Brad Felshaw, he laughed and said yeah building 2c Room 235. I rushed over not knowing what I was going to say to him as I reached the door, I knocked three times but waited to hear if there was any movement when another student walked past and smiled 'good luck getting him to answer' they said carrying on down the corridor glancing back at me, I now banged on the door louder this time. "Go away" he shouted through the door. "Brad" I waited for a moment "Brad it's Tom, let me in please" I pleaded through the door. Eventually I heard the lock clicking and he opened the door "What do you want?" he asked. "I came to see you" I said through the crack in the opening "are you going to let me in?". Brad was reluctant "Did my father send you here?" he asked. "No, he doesn't know I have driven here" I replied, he hesitated then opened the door inviting me in. He looked dishevelled and not the Brad I knew "What the fuck has happened to you?" I asked closing the door. Brad sat on the bed head in his hands "I lost control and fucked up really bad this time". I sat down next to him "Everyone is worried about you Brad. It hurts to see you like this". "Like what?" he asked in an angry tone. "This is not you, not the Brad I grew up with" I replied looking at him. He stared at me "Your not the Tom I grew up with are you?" he stated in a matter of fact way. I looked down "It hasn't change me Brad, I haven't come to terms with it myself" I said shyly. "Is that so?" Brad replied somewhat confused. I took a deep breath "Come home with me, I will sneak you in and look after you". He looked at me "I can't deal with my father he is so angry with me" he said looking sad. I put my arm around him "He is not angry Brad, just upset and very concerned" I assured him. Brad stood and paced around "Are you sure you want to do this Tom?" he asked. I looked at him "Are you an addict?" I asked. He shot me a look "No, I only did it 4 or 5 times" he paused "but I am getting drawn to it". I don't know how I did it but he agreed to come home with me after I promised not to let anyone know until he was ready to face them. He slept for most of the journey back home, I could have sworn he cried a little or at least his eyes watered seeing Medina Ranch at the end of the access road. He slid down in his seat to avoid being seen as I drove in the garage. I checked the house to make sure the coast was clear and walked with brad down the wing to our end of the house. Telling him to shower and as he did I quickly rifled through his bag to make sure there was nothing hiding in there and also the clothes he had worn home. I kind of felt guilty and didn't really know what I was doing, his hand grabbed my arm tightly 'there is nothing there' he said letting me go again, he certainly hadn't lost any of his muscle or strength. Something inside me caused me to stand up and face him, I was speechless and I couldn't work out if I got a kick out of him touching me aggressively like that. He backed off in obvious concern at what he did. At 20 Brad was a walking sex machine and it was hard to keep my gaze from looking at his body, I had still yet to explore my sexuality but I knew he definitely aroused me. I tried to keep a close reign on my preference for the male body whilst living in small town Texas, the last thing I wanted was to be out and branded like the cattle in this state. He looked at me "I'm sorry if I hurt you" Brad said drying his hair. "Promise me you have none of it here?" I asked watching him look me in the eye nodding. Brad slipped in to his bed "Promise me you won't let on?" he asked resting his head on the pillow. I looked at the sight of him staring at the ceiling "You have my word Brad" I replied picking up a book, I knew I would have to keep a very close eye on him. Sitting on the bed next to him he smiled for the first time "You going to read to me?". I nodded "Yes that's if you don't mind me sitting on the bed next to you?" I replied. Brad smiled "Of course I don't" he said getting comfortable. It took me by surprise and at first I wasn't sure if it was him accepting what he knew about me or just the brotherly part coming through. I read to him for an hour until he was sound asleep, it was only 8pm so I crept out and had dinner with Seth and my mother, it didn't take long for the conversation got around to where I had been all day and I told them at the Medina river and also headed in to town to see a friend. As far as I know they hadn't suspected a thing and after dinner I grabbed some fruit and went back to the bedroom to find Brad still sound asleep. I kept the curtains closed that overlooked the terrace and the French doors locked. I can't recall what time it was but I was woken by the sound of Brad, I could make out that he was sitting on the edge of his bed shaking and panting. Thankfully I had done some research on the internet after I returned to my room and believed this to be his body reacting to a lack of whatever drug he had taken. I turned on the bed side lamp and could see he was also sweating. I walked over and asked him what I could do to help but he looked at me like a helpless child tears streaming down his face. Trust me I said helping him stand up and took him in to the wet room and turned on the cold water, I sat next to him in the shower letting the cold water cascade over the both of us until his shaking ceased. I helped dry him and took him back in to the bedroom to my bed and laid next to him, so much of me wanted to cuddle him in this fragile state, he looked at me and quietly said thank you and falling back to sleep. I watched him as long as I could until my body surrendered and my eyes closed. I had one of the best night sleeps that I could remember, waking up I found my body was being held and my eyes snapped open. His arms were wrapped around me and he was cuddled up very close, to close for comfort was my initial diagnoses. Escaping was the first thing in my head, then the awkwardness of this as me moving would certainly wake him up and he may freak out. I laid there silently for several minutes until Brad shuffled and turned over releasing me from his arms. Silently I crept out of bed and let him sleep, picking up my journal I wrote a few words 'Woke feeling like I had a perfect sleep. Shaken I found my step-brothers arms wrapped around me, his body touching mine. Disturbing to say the least but somehow I find myself turned on as my whole body seemed to be in a state of flux'. I hid the journal and showered, when I came back in to the room Brad was awake and just acted normally. I came to the conclusion that he probably didn't even know, for the most part Brad seemed to be returning and the next few days I studied and didn't leave his side except to fetch food. Keeping him hidden seemed pretty easy and his withdrawal symptoms vanished which confirmed my suspicion that he had probably told me the truth. I guess I got to cocky at this hiding Brad game and he slid down in the seat of the car as I backed out of the garage and drove us to the Medina river again. I sat down on the banks and started reading, Brad laid on his stomach his head inches from the water resting on his hands watching the water flowing by. He wore only shorts taking his t-shirt off as we arrived since it was another scorching day. It was very distracting, I just wanted to touch and hold the body laying there, it was so perfect and the temptation to tickle his bare feet his toes wriggling in the sun crossed my mind. Refocusing I continued reading for an hour then we waded in the river and walked for a couple of hours. On the walk back to our spot Brad put his arm around my shoulder, something he hadn't done since we were younger. I felt like our bond was stronger than ever having faltered when he found out what his cock was for and put it to use. I rummaged in the rucksack and gave Brad some fruit and a bottle of water, if people saw us now they would think we were a perfect couple. I grabbed the book and sat down on the waters edge, before I could even get it open he had sat down behind me, his legs either side of my body and his arms wrapped around my body with his chin resting on my shoulders. It was one thing accidentally cuddling me in bed but this felt strangely weird but I carried on and opened the book to the page where we had got to the previous evening, he watched me leafing through to the pages but my mind was elsewhere as my body tingled by his touch. "Can't believe how much you have grown up and changed Tom" Brad said as he watched me turning the pages. I smiled but didn't look at him "We have both grown up Brad". Brad rubbed his chin on my shoulder "Yeah but at least you didn't screw up like me" he sighed. I looked up at the sky "I am just as screwed up if not more but in other ways". Brad stopped and looked at me "You are far from screwed up Tom, your confronting things head on" he said. "Well it's my turn to return the favour, you looked after me growing up" I said reminding him. Brad chuckled and waved it off "Was it hard, you know growing up feeling the way you do?" he asked me. "What way?" I asked oblivious to what he meant. Brad rubbed his chin on my shoulder again "You being gay" he said, I was slightly taken back. I turned and looked at him "It still is, I try to work out why but I end up even more confused" I said looking at the book. Brad ruffled my hair "Your still Tom to me. It is what is in here that defines you" he said tapping my heart. I sighed "I'm so lucky having you as a brother, as fucked up as you are" I laughed more out of nerves than anything. His hands hugged me tighter "You have helped me so much Tom. And now?" he whispered "Have you a boyfriend?". I stared at the words on the pages "No" I replied "How come you haven't got a girl?". "Don't know" Brad said "Melinda was mediocre for sex but she was getting to needy and I got nothing out of it". Brad lifted his head "Stop changing the subject. Why haven't you got a boyfriend?" he asked. I sighed "I am not ready to explore yet" I replied, it was the truth as I had no courage or even knew where to start. Brad hugged me tighter "Who ever get's you will be one lucky person. Come on then read to me" he said. I wondered if I was becoming a bit of a shady pervert as I settled back in to his arms reading the book. It is a strange feeling when your step-brother is the closet another man has ever got to you, sitting here time just seemed to get away from us. We hadn't realised how late it got and headed back home, no further mention was made by either of us about that afternoon, assuming it was just us rekindling our brotherly love for each other. I checked the coast was clear and we wandered down the east wing of the ranch house in our lounge and found Seth sat there waiting for us. Brad stopped dead in his tracks and Seth stood up and walked towards Brad, I didn't know what to expect, I stood ready to defend him. Seth looked at his son and hugged him, Brad kept apologising for screwing everything up, he told Brad he was just happy to his son back. Seth looked at me "Thank you Tom" he said. I put the rucksack down "I'm sorry for going behind everyone's back". Seth walked over and hugged me "You had us worried behaving weirdly at first". "You knew?" I asked Seth who nodded. "They described you and your car as taking Brad away from campus" Seth said to me as I stood looking ashamed. It was obvious Seth was pleased that I managed to get through to Brad when no one else could. As Brad slept I retrieved my journal from the hiding place and wrote things in there again that should never have been down on paper... 'A strange yet weirdly happy day as we went to the river only this time I felt like I was sat there with a lover. His hands around my waist and head resting on my shoulders. I know this is my step-brother but sometimes feelings are stronger than actions and he wakens me in a very extraordinary way'. I looked debating weather I should have written this but my journal was holding the true me, quickly I hid it away again. Brad was left alone in my company for a week partaking in meals with the family in the evening for as long as he could tolerate it. At night I would read to him and we often fell asleep in the same bed, it was as if we were 8 and 10 again. Brad got his life together and started working for his father whilst finishing his education. So that was me growing up and how I helped my step-brother through his problem, oh, and fell in love with him. The table would turn in a few years time but that was something I could never have seen coming, especially when your so blinded by what you think is love but in reality was the opposite. I became the closest friend to Brad as well, we would tell each other everything and before you ask, no I didn't write those in my journal. I knew they were things best kept between us. Part of me was broken but happy when Brad started seeing Melinda again in this on off story of theirs, so much so that it became probably the most serious relationship for the time being. As if you hadn't guessed by now, Brad was the first instrumental person in my life, he shaped me as the person as we grew up together in a very unshakable way. We stuck to each other like glue and did everything together. My life really took shape and turned upside down a week before my 19th birthday celebrating a belated 18th birthday present, and this is where my story really begins to unfold...

Part I I wasn’t always a piece of garbage. I once had been brought up in a nice conservative, middle class household and was track for a college career and a nice job someday into the future, but being a true-born trashy Asian slut I couldn’t resist the temptation of the pipe. It started out with weed, buying by the gram and smoking out of a bowl, escalated to buying ounces and taking monster hits out of grav bongs, then I would hop in my car, recklessly drive to a stranger’s house, and let him fuck me. Anything to get some dick, I didn’t care who it was, but I liked daddies and middle-aged men the most. Daddies are so much hornier, the way they touch your skin with their coarse, hungry hands. Then one day I was smoking with a 42-year-old daddy before we fucked. He was a big guy, about 5’11”, a little guido-looking with his hair gelled up, deep spray tan, gigantic muscles, and shades. He was wearing a tight black wife-beater, tight white pants, and flip flops. He pulled out a glass pipe and asked, “You into T?” “What’s that?” I asked, ready to try any drug he was about to offer. “Ever heard of crystal meth?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking a little bag of white shards in front of me. I stared at it hungrily. I had tried molly and ecstasy before, but meth was a trashy drug, a drug I pictured wasted, twisted lowlifes smoke in trailers. I had never known it was even around in the area. “Hell yeah,” I responded. I was already high as I ever was, barely able to respond to his questions, but I snorted a line of coke a few minutes ago and was wide awake. My breaths were getting heavy and slow and I was getting tingly sensations all over my body. Hell I was horny. He took a small straw and measured out a few small crystals into the pipe. Little did I know how much and how potent those few shards actually turned out to be. Daddy showed me the ropes. “Here, hold the pipe to your lips and just tilt it sideways. I’m going to light and wait for the crystals to swirl around in the bowl. I’ll tell you when to start sucking.” He lit the lighter and held the flame just below the bowl. A few seconds passed and swirls start forming, getting thicker, until the bowl was a cloud of smoke so thick it was almost yellow. “Suck slowly, let it stream in through your mouth,” he instructed. I let the smoke trickle into my body, but it didn’t stop. The thick white smoke wasn’t thinning, so I sucked just a little bit harder. A rush of chemicals (it smelled like it) smacked me, but he gently held my face and told me to stay on the pipe. I sucked, and just coughed the T out of my nostrils. Finally, I left the pipe and sprayed the room with a brilliant cloud of thick white smoke that hung over our heads. “Fuck yeah, you cheap cunt,” Daddy growled. “You’re gonna get tweaked out tonight.” He himself took a small hit. He was saving it for me. He had plans for me. I took four more big hits, then he repacked the bowl and torched it, casually sucking in more smoke than I imagined possible. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my lips to his, and shot gunned it into me. My head was spinning from the weed and the meth, and my skin felt like my whole body was meant to be penetrated in any way possible. I was unbearably horny. I had worn tight denim shorts that sagged below my g-string and a spaghetti strap cropped to my chest to reveal a small 4-pack. “Feeling good?” he asked. “Feeling dirty,” I purred. I crawled onto his bed dangled my head over the side. Guido Dad didn’t take off his pants, simply unzipping the fly to unleash a massive 8 inch meat rod with a giant thick head. I had prepared for this, with a painfully large butt plug crammed in my ass on the drive here. “You ready for this? My little slut?” He lit up a cigarette and slid his cock down my throat. It slid clumsily over my tongue, far too big for my mouth. The head was larger than a large strawberry. He pulled my mouth open and went deeper, resting the head until it just tickled the back of my throat. I slurped my tongue frantically along the top, trying to lick at the delicious head. He grabbed the sides of my face and slowly fucked me as I slurped his dick. It ached my jaws, but it was worth it. It smelled like his musk, and there was a light amount of hair around the base of his dick. After a few moments he would take out his dick and pour some water down my throat; my mouth was getting dry from the high. My mind was blown, the meth had opened up a nirvana for me while Guido Dad’s dick was pounding my throat and face until I gagged and spluttered thick globs of saliva over my face. This was what I was meant to do. I thought I had no purpose in life, but this was it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and fed me a little more water. By now his dick was slobbering wet and drooping threads of saliva over my face. He smelled of fresh cigarettes, it was incredibly sexy. The room was spinning as I lay there panting, my face covered in his sweaty hairy balls. My face and chest felt hot and my heart was pounding quickly. “Fuck you, you’re just a hole, aren’t you?” He grumbled. “You live at home with Mommy and Daddy, boy?” “No,” I gasped, globs of spit flowing from my open mouth, down to my cheeks, and sticking onto his balls. “Good, cuz you’re not gonna see them for a while. I have bigger plans for you,” he grunted. He looked so hot in that wife beater. His face looked sadistic, like he was taking pleasure in seeing how much he’s degraded me with just ten minutes of deep throat. “I’m not gonna let some hungry nineteen-year-old pussy go to waste like this.” I was OK with that. I was ready to sign myself over to him to be his whore, his property that he can use and rent, a place where he dumps his loads. His dick was now rock hard, a magnificent club of meat, a deadly sperm gun. He emptied his little bag into his silicon lube, shook it up, and started liberally applying it to my hole along with motor oil. “After I fuck this trashy little butt, I’m going to make a few bucks off of you,” he grunted. “But I’m not going to do it without your consent. If you want me to be your pimp daddy, it’s for life until I’m done with that hole. If you agree to this, there’s no turning back. I own you, and I’ll drug you up with meth, pot, poppers, and crack everyday, and you will serve any man who needs a pussy. I’ll make sure you’re black-out high every minute you’re awake. I’ll have you gangbanged in motel rooms, take a quick load in a public bathroom, tied up in bathhouses, maybe even parties here. You are a worthless, trashy, tweaked up cumdump, and you know it. So what do you say?” My head was spinning, and the moments between blinks started feeling very long. Holy shit, I was flying. “Hell yeah,” I moaned through my sloppy wetness. He grinned like a devil. This guy was a bad man, alright, but everything he said was true. I knew why I was put on this earth now, and he was going to guide me to my ultimate goal: to just be a fuckhole, that is what boys are meant to do for men, and that is all I’m worth. “Before I wreck that little slit permanently, I’m gonna reward you for your answer,” he said. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a dirty sock and a bottle of Maximum Impact, sprayed it, and slammed it over my face. A rush of chemicals was flooding into my system, and all of a sudden there was nothing. I ass was on fire, desperate for cock, and I moaned under the sock as the impact continued to attack me, funneling sluttiness into my blood. I had blacked out and my eyes stared into nothingness as Guido Dad removed the sock, and I could barely hear I was so tweaked out and fucked up. I could see him prepare a syringe above my head, but the room was spinning so fast, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt a sudden tightness on my arm. “Flex,” he commanded, and I responded, and he tied a belt around my bicep. I heard him moving around me and slowly inserted the needle into a large vein. I felt the prick, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t even react. I felt it take back some blood, then go deeper, deeper, deeper...

im a submissive slutty cumdump so guys know they can use me however they want and do whatever they want to me. that means some guys want to piss down my throat, up my ass, in my face or all over me. sometimes they don't ask me or tell me they are going to use me for a urinal. they just finish using me then piss in my mouth, pussy or all over me. do you like it when guys surprise you by pissing in your mouth or all over you?

For bottoms, after a Top gives you a load, you must show respect to the Top then turn around and clean that dick off. The Top will thank you and if others around you will get a reputation as a respectful bottom to a Tops dick.

I know the answer to this one: because he's deplorable. A born-rich priviledged draft dodger who has public humiliated himself, his trainwreck of a family, the Republican party and the United States. He's a walking maloprop who is incapable of speaking sans teleprompter least he create another catastrophe. He will be the argument against having a "citizen president" for the next generation. He has gone out of his way to insult every demographic except privileged white straight cis men. He incapable of speaking the truth...even when it would serve him better than a lie. He has systematically thrown lifelong friends under the political bus in an effort to appear lucid, competent and aware of whats going on around him. He is not Sarah Palin... but he's an incredible stimulation.

Yup, I love when the Top has that gleam in his eyes and he's experiencing heaven on earth for those moments when he's unloading his balls in me. It's especially hot when he's a big cummer and I can feel his nut blasting in me and the warmth spreading in my boi-pussy.

I think the same thing happened in the assholes of @gangbangsuperstar @LittleCumSewerand @Trash

BBRT Rawsexdate and Steamworks Toronto Yesterday was my first rawsexdate with a younger (real) barebacker off BBRT. I had never met a guy off BBRT dick-to-ass. Well here was my chance. We chatted on the phone a few times. Our profiles meshed well with what we are into sexually. He lives in the area I grew up and went to school in Toronto. I had to completely douche way earlier (started at 10:30, ended with a shower at 12:30 PM). He had to be at a party in the evening. He has a lovely 7" cock on the thick side. I brought my booty bag with its buttplugs and lubes just in case. He is taller than me (I'm 5'8"), he's about 6'2"; no problem in bed. We kissed, then took our clothes off and headed for his bedroom. More kissing, 69ing, nipple play. We really didn't talk about status either. Pure fun. With just spit, he entered me and in no time he was squirting a big load in me. Then he started to have body orgasms. First time for me to experience. It took him several minutes to stop orgasming. A sight to see. He wanted to taste cum in his mouth. He played with my nipples and I blasted in his mouth. He loved the taste of my cum. The sex was over in about 2 hours. What to do next? I decided to head to Steamworks because a main highway in and out of Toronto was being shut down at 12 midnight for a semi-annual maintenance and clean-up. I had my sex bag with me and I was douched and ready for more loads. I got there about 4:30 PM and stayed to 11:00 PM. Here's Part 2. 1. LOAD #1 - anal in me (see above). LOAD #2 - oral in him (see above). 2. I got to fuck 2 different bottoms as they were on their tummies in their rooms. After some initial rimming, I entered them. As it was a bit early I didn't cum in them. Another bottom I fucked in a pitch black darkroom for a bit. Just poking with my pecker - hehe! 3. I got to rim a few bubble butts in the darkrooms there, even my younger goatee raw vers guy. But no loads to felch out this time. Good eating though. 4. LOADS #3-5 - oral in me. Over the course of the evening I met 2 Filipino younger guys in their early 20s who are into daddies. I got both their loads in separate fun in my room. Boy, can they cum!! Also, in the front gloryhole-slurp ramp area, in the fuck horse room, I took a younger South Asian guy by the hand and whispered in his ear that I wanted his cum. He was tall, with a long pencil cock. It didn't take him long to cum in my mouth. A bit salty, but SO tasty. A great start to a long Canadian Thanksgiving weekend! OINK!

I have got to tell you about what happened yesterday morning. So, I went to Bear Day at the bathhouse yesterday.. Kinda a disappointing turnout compared to other months. I only got four loads shot into me. As a bathhouse load count, that's low for me, but with bears and daddies? I have always felt like those type of guys took special care of me, making sure I get every drop of cum buried far enough that it won't drip out, and that I was bred as many times with as many loads as they could give me. Bottom (hehe) line, I was not going to get what I needed if I stayed there. Of course I didn't want to give up completely either and just go home. So I got a hotel room. Now what I was especially hoping for was that my ex's brother would be there. He works 3rd shift front desk, and I am fairly sure I'm close to getting him to fuck me. At the very least he has snuck up to my room on a few occasions to play camera man while some guy breeds my ass, so he is definitely more comfortable with bareback man-sex than your average straight guy. So great! Whether he fucked me or not, I'd still get some new video clips to enjoy with hot encounters to re-live later on. Of course it was his night off. This entire cum-hunt just keeps declining. So before I got the room I texted a few people to see if there was enough interest among my regular fuckbuddies that the cost of the hotel room would be worth it - that I'd get a decent number of breedings tonight. Two guys in particular were all over it! And these weren't some random internet hookups either, I've known each of them longer than I have known my husband. Texting back and forth... They are both on their way over! They have all the info, the room number, how to get here... Never fucking showed up. No responses to any messages sent to them. All night long: Grindr, Scruff, Growlr, BBRT, A4A, even Manhunt. Nothing. I dozed here and there, but my need to have my furry fuckhole filled kept me going. So, the sun comes up and I go outside for a cigarette. There's a guy there smoking a joint. I comment, "Well there's one of the best ways to start the day" He laughs I casually gesture with my phone "I'm working on the other one." He doesn't understand. I showed him the phone. Scruff was on the screen and I commented that it was a "dating app." Took him a second, and I was able to watch the moment when it registered in his mind that it was all guys. Understandably it took him a little by surprise - the guy was not expecting that - but he was cool about it. Seemed to genuinely not give a shit. Told him about last night, how I was supposed to get laid and they both stood me up and that all of it was the reason I was spending the morning jumping back and forth between the fuckbuddy apps. He was impressed that there was supposed to be two guys coming over last night. I was impressed that out of all of that, that was the detail that stood out most to him. He asked what we would have done if they had shown up, and I very boldly and confidently said, "I dunno, they'd probably both have just ended up breeding me a few times and then gone home. He goes, "Breed you?" I wondered if he was being a smart-ass at first, because apparently I believed it to be a more commonly used term than it actually is. I said, "Well yeah, you know, cum in my ass" again with more confidence than I had ever earned in my life. Seriously where the fuck was this even coming from? So he asked what Scruff had to do with all that. I told him I was trying to get someone to come over and breed my ass before checkout time, and that maybe then I'd feel a little better about the night before. He leans in a bit and quietly says, "I'll do it" I had a feeling we were headed there. I was not giving him time to talk himself out of it. I put my cigarette out. "Awesome, let's go!" He just had to run back to his room first to tell his wife he was going out for a walk.Great. Guess I won't bee seeing him again anytime soon. He started toward his room, stopped, hesitated, turned toward me and said, "Nah, fuck it. Let's just go to your room. Went upstairs to my room, stripped. Didn't suck him long, since he was already hard when the pants came off. This dick wad going to be a challenge. I mean we're not talking over-the-top too big, but it sure as hell was not a "starter cock" either.He suggested I lube up my ass a little. Trust me pal, there was never a time where that wasn't in the plan. I lubed my hole up nicely and I handed him lube. Never once even looked like he would ask for a rubber - didn't enter his mind. Jackpot. I turned around and this total stranger I had just met outside on the sidewalk and never asked his name, slid his raw cock slowly into my ass. I won't lie, it fucking hurt. He definitely pushed into my ass faster than I can handle, but I was determined to deal with as much pain as I could, only slowing or stopping him when it became unbearable. I wanted this to be as easy and enjoyable for him as it could be - because there was no fucking way I was about to give him any reason to leave. He pulled out for a moment and I attacked a bottle of poppers (which he kindly tossed to me without my even thinking of it). As I felt the skin of his cock inching its way back into my hole, it not only felt better, it felt fucking amazing. What the fuck kind of poppers did I buy again? A few second later, I realized that it was not the poppers which had made the feeling of his bare cock inside of me so intense. It was the fact that since he had re-entered me, he had been cumming the entire time. And this man shot buckets. He came a little quicker than I would have liked, but I don't care because it was massive. And even though I didn't realize it until a bit later, that is how I took my 200th load of 2019 .

Thursday night I was out in town with some mates on a crawl of the gay bars/pubs, we were in the last pub & it was nearly time to call it a night. I headed to the toilet to drain the snake (as they say) stood as the urinal enjoying the pleasure of emptying my bladder, the door opened, I glanced up in the mirror on the wall in front of me & to see a very tasty mixed race guy walking in, we made eye contact in the mirror & he came & stood next to me at the urinal unzipped and flopped out a gorgeous fat uncut dick, was about 5” soft , couple of inches thick and a good inch or more of foreskin overhang! I love overhang and I was instantly drooling. I’d stopped pissing ages ago, just couldn’t stop looking at it. As he shook off the drips of piss & stroked his dick he turned slightly towards me, that was enough cue for me, I bent down and took hold of his dick, started sucking on his pissy foreskin before taking his cock on my mouth, he got hard very quickly and it was massive! It grew till it was more than my mouth could accommodate. I came up for air & told him I wanted it up my arse raw. He told me to get in the stools and get my arse out. I dropped my jean & bent over, his big tongue probed my cunthole then he fingered in loads of spit. He put the toilet lid down and told me to kneel on bent over. He rubbed his big bell end on my hole a few times then started pushing it in, it was stretching my hole, I started working my nipples which are wired to my cunthole! The waves of pleasure started to flow & my cunthole started to open up and take him in. He put his big hand over my mouth as he held me with his other arm & started fucking me hard & fast, it only took a few minutes for him to fill my cunt with his big creamy load. He was still rock hard when he pulled out & said he could go again but his bf is probably about to come looking for him. I gave him my card and told him to call me when he was free to carry on the fun. We left the pub a short while after, I glanced over at him as we left & his bf gave me dirty look. Said good night to my mates & headed to get the night bus home. 20 minutes later my phone rings, I answered & the deep voice on the other end said” Mate, is John how fucked u earlier! Where are you? I wanna get in your arse again” I told him & he told me not to move! I waited & he came running from a side street looking around then spotted me & trotted over with a big grin on his face. He asked if we could get a cab to mine & pick up where we left off, Of course I said yeah. I asked about his bf, he said “ don’t worry about that moody cunt, he stormed out of the pub. I’d rather chase your ass than go after him” in the cab we kissed all the way to mine, his big hand between my legs rubbing my cunthole. My eyes lit up when he stripped revealing his tight muscular hairy body. He plowed my cunt with his 10” beast for hours & bred 2 more big loads in me. We’ve hooked up again this evening along with 2 of his mates. Matt, short very muscular hairy white bloke with a thick uncut 8” dick & Daryl tall stocky rugby build black bloke with a fat cut 9” dick!! They’ve been taking turns in both holes, they’ve given me multiple anal orgasms and bred a couple of loads in me each! This is gunna be one seriously long hard session!🤤🍆💦💦💦💦

I remember! We found AIDS.

It goes a little hazy here for a while, but I recall sending messages out to loads of guys on NKP asking for them to cum inside me and rape me and use me. I know some where incoherent, almost like I had loads to drink, but I hadn’t. What I do recall is two men by me, one was fucking me and the other looking. I can still see the guy fucking me now, youngish, really slim, sexy, baseball cap and I couldn’t really speak or move much, but I was looking up at the mirror on the ceiling, above me, and watching a raw dick go in and out of the hole in the mirror. Now, I know it was me, but at the time, I didn’t see it as me, so hard to explain. I have no idea who they were, where they came from etc. All I recall is just wanting cum in me like never before. The other guy was stood by the side of me, his dick hard and just talking about what was going on. Then the guy whose house it was came in, and I recall him saying outloud, he hasn’t met anyone from NKP before and I just recall these grins in a sort of twisted way. Next I heard, he is negative you know and he said he likes guys off meds. What are you, and I recall the words positive and don’t take meds. I recall being so incredibly horny and wanting to be used, not caring about what would happen, just so long as they would really use me, be rough and help give it to me. This bit is so vague, but I recall the other guy underneath my ass whilst the other guy was fucking me and I think he may have been putting chems inside me. I just don’t know….. i will carry on later 🙂

I looked over at Louis, wondering what he thought. I spoke first and said “I’m cool with it, but you guys work together, so it might make things weird.” I expected Louis to agree and to bow out, but I kind of wanted him to say yes since I thought it would be a fun time. The gears in Louis’ head seemed to be running at full speed. “What happens out of the office doesn’t affect how we work together, right?” Louis said to Brandon a few moments later. “Right. It’s a fuck, not a romance” Brandon replied. Louis nodded and we gulped down the last of our warm, mostly backwash, beer. I saw a few guys in the bar grin and nod at me as we left, no doubt they knew what we were going to do. We got out on the sidewalk and Brandon took charge. Brandon said to me “My place is only a few blocks from here. Is yours closer?” I shook my head ‘no.’ He looked at Louis and said “Don’t tell anyone where my apartment is, OK?” Louis nodded, saying “You’re the only one at work that knows I’m bi, so let’s keep both a secret for now.” I guessed that Brandon didn’t want anyone at work to know he lived in the heart of boys town. With that, Brandon turned and Louis and I followed. I chuckled to myself as we walked down the familiar streets. Several guys stared at us, with one guy whistling as we walked. I’m sure it was for Louis, who still had his t-shirt off and the harness on. We turned and went into the courtyard of one building and Louis curiously looked at me. I gave him a smile and a nod and we turned and went to the door, up the stairs and into the apartment facing my buddy Tom’s place across the courtyard but one floor down. For all of Brandon’s confidence leading us to his apartment, once inside he seemed extremely nervous. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his bare chest, whispering in his ear “anything you don’t like, just let us know.” Louis came up to us and pressed his lips to Brandon’s and kissed him. He moved his head to the side and kissed me, our heads next to Brandon’s. Brandon turned his head and it became a three way kiss. My hands roamed up and down Brandon’s chest, my fingers flicking over his very hard nipples. Louis came a little closer and the front of my paw was stroking Brandon’s chest and the back brushing over Louis’ chest. Louis reached down and unbuttoned Brandon’s jeans and then his own. I squeezed Louis’ nipples between my fingers and rubbed my thumbs over Brandon’s hard nubs. Our tongues were dancing together and then I felt Louis fumbling to open my jeans. He finally got the button open and then the zipper, pushing my jeans down. We broke the kiss and finished stripping ourselves. When I stood up I saw Louis standing there in nothing but his harness, Brandon was wearing just some tight trunks and I was in my ripe jockstrap. Louis and I must have thought the same thing as we each hooked a finger on each side of Brandon’s trunks and tugged down, leaving him naked. It’s hard enough when you have two versatile guys trying to see who tops and who bottoms but here we were with a third guy. I knew Brandon bottomed, but I didn’t know if he topped too. Brandon made the first move and hooked a finger into the ring on Louis’ harness to steady himself and started to kneel. He flicked his tongue over Louis’ left nipple a few times and then moved over and did the same with my right nipple. As he got to his knees, he found himself staring at Louis’ mostly hard shaft that had a sheen of precum on the tip. Brandon licked over the head of Louis’ cock and then wrapped his lips around the shaft and started to suck him. A few minutes later, Brandon reached up and pulled my stiff rod out of the jock and wrapped his hand around it, slowly jerking it. I smiled and realized, at least for now, Brandon was going to bottom for us. I leaned in and started to make out with Louis and just as my tongue slipped into his mouth I felt Brandon’s tongue playing with my PA. Brandon continued moving between our two cocks, never getting either of us too close or leaving the other unattended for too long. He may have never been in a 3way, but he seemed to be getting the hang of sucking the pair of us. Maybe this had been the bulk of Brandon’s experience with men - on his knees sucking guy after guy. After about fifteen minutes, Louis pulled his arm from around my shoulder and down between us. Brandon had just switched back to Louis’ cock and now had both of Louis’ hands around the back of his head. Louis started slow, but built up speed and depth until he was properly fucking Brandon’s face. Just like he had when I face fucked him, Brandon never complained or pushed away. There were a few small gags, but mostly just the sound of Louis’ moans as his cock plunged into Brandon’s throat. I kneeled down next to Brandon and coated a pair of fingers with the spit dripping off his chin and whispered in his ear “If he’s going too hard, just tap his leg.” Brandon’s hands didn’t move from their grip on Louis’ ass cheeks. I moved my hand back and traced Brandon’s crack with my slick fingers. He raised his ass up a little pushing it closer to my fingers which quickly found his puckered hole. A little more work with my fingers and a little more spit from his chin had a pair of digits fully in his chute. Brandon’s hole responded to my encouragement and opened up nicely. It was time to take it a little further so I hooked my fingers inside Brandon’s hole and gave a gentle upward tug. It took a few tries until he realized what I wanted, but there he was with his ass in the air and still slurping on Louis’ cock. My beard pressed against his ass cheeks while my tongue lapped along his crack deeper and deeper until it found his hole. I didn’t rim Brandon the other time we fucked since I was too eager to get my dick inside him. I was finding out that was a mistake. Brandon seemed to really like getting his ass eaten and kept pushing back to get my tongue in deeper. My tongue was getting tired after feasting on his hole for a while so I gave each ass cheek a firm slap and squeeze before standing up and dragging my cock along the crevice. The piercing and the tip of my cock were resting on his pucker as I added a few globs of spit and pushed in. The steady pressure got his hole to yield and my bare cock started to push inside. Brandon groaned around his mouthful of Louis’ shaft and I let him get used to my girth for a moment. Just as I was about to begin, Brandon moved his hips around and I really knew he was ready. I rocked my hips, dicking him deeper each time until I finally bottomed out. I gave him a good fuck, pounding hard and then backing off. I could tell with the harder thrusts he was getting forced onto Louis’ cock which seemed to get Louis closer than he would like. When I got close to shooting, I motioned to Louis to come over to me. He shook his head “no” but did pull out of Brandon’s mouth. Grabbing my chance, I pushed Brandon to the floor and drilled him as my cock started to throb. I laid on his back, growling in his ear as my hips thrust a few final times until my cock began to shoot. Ropes of cum painted his chute as spurts of cum pumped into him. I stayed there a few moments after the orgasm faded, my sweaty chest glued to Brandon’s back. My breathing got back to normal and immediately Louis slapped my ass hard. The sting ripped through my body and I looked back at him with my best “WTF” look. Louis wasn’t interested in waiting any longer for his turn and as he raised his hand again I rolled off. Louis flipped Brandon on to his back and raised his legs up over his shoulders. Brandon’s hole was well lubed and probably was still gaping when Louis planted every inch of his cock into Brandon’s fuck hole. Brandon let out a gasp but then was staring right into Louis’ eyes. The two seemed to come to a silent understanding before Louis began to fuck. I straddled Brandon’s head, leaving my cum covered cock to rest on his lips and pulled his legs toward me. It gave Louis a better angle to drill and drill he did. Brandon licked and nursed on my cock, sucking most of the cum off of it. Brandon must have had him really close because after about five minutes of fucking, I heard the familiar grunts from Louis and then a groan. I watched Louis’ body flex and twitch as he pumped his seed into Brandon’s hole. When the spurts ended, Louis pulled out and laid down on the floor next to Brandon. I left them for a couple minutes to recover before I said sternly “Roll over, Louis.” “What?” he replied. “Turn over. Now.” I answered even stronger and Louis rolled over on to his stomach. I looked at Brandon who was slowly stroking his still hard cock and nodded my head. He looked back at me with a worried face and I wondered if he was a total bottom with guys. Yeah, his cock was shorter than either Louis’ or mine, but it was rock hard and Brandon hadn’t blown his load as far as I knew. I glared at him and he got the hint, climbing on top of Louis and straddling his ass. “Fuck him” I said, in a softer voice than I had told Louis to turn over. He added more spit to his cock and then spread Louis’ ass apart, dripping a generous glob of saliva on to his hole. He looked back at me tentatively and I nodded. Brandon then leaned forward and guided his rigid shaft to the entrance and slowly dipped his cock in. Both of them let out moans and I just hoped that Brandon wouldn’t shoot right away and give Louis a good fuck. He did seem to be fighting off the urge to cum, but soon got into a good motion. He never really pounded Louis, but the penetration was firm and deep with a few hard thrusts occasionally. After about fifteen minutes of varied drilling, Brandon gave a few hard shoves and then let out a surprisingly deep growl. I watched his ass flex as shot after shot of cum pumped into Louis’ ass. His balls must have really been full for as long as he went on. I was glad I didn’t let him waste that much jizz on the floor. I kneeled down next to the two of them, rubbing my hand down Brandon’s back and over his firm, sticky butt. “Was that ok for your first three-way?” I asked. “Oh gawd yes” Brandon said breathlessly. “Good, the next one we’ll take up a notch or two” I replied.

Before the black man has his pants back on i have my boy Eli on the couch , ass spread, licking out the cum . Then placing my hard cock inside him because feeling ike a teenager, it's going to take just a few seconds for me to unload in him.. I do, and pretty much collapse on the couch with Eli.. I kiss him again.. We lay there for a while, talking.. We decide to head out and not get ourselves into any more trouble .. That feeling would last until the next Friday night, when we'd come back again.

Part III “Aw fuck! I’m filling your guts with my cum... right! NOW!” the trucker growled loudly enough for everyone at the rest stop to hear. He was a big-bellied man who wore his cap backwards and had a long, scraggly beard. He stank of piss, beer, and cigarettes, and he fucked me with a thick, long, toxic-looking rod and had dumped my ass with a flash flood of cream. “Alright, I’m next,” said one of the two cute jocky college-aged guys. “Wait man, me too,” the other one said. They were both high as hell I could tell. One of them was tall and had long skater boy hair. He grabbed me by my hair and smacked my face with his rock hard, leaking dick. Then he forcefully clutched both sides of my head and thrust his dick into the back of my throat, making me gag and splutter. The other one was shorter but heavily muscular. He roughly grabbed my ankles and ripped my legs apart like he was opening a Christmas gift. He jammed his cock into me with ease; it had already been opened up by a couple guys and heavily lubed up with cum. The night was silent but for the sounds of the highway, my muffled moaning and gagging, and the smacking sounds of the guy’s balls slapping against my ass every time he pounded me. I was being rented out as a quick pump n’ dump behind a highway rest stop for anyone with five bucks in their pocket. I was on my back, legs in the air, and was being pounded against the wall. Giovanni stood with his back to the wall smoking a joint and collecting money. It was over eighty degrees outside and past 1 AM. “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming inside you bitch!” grunted the guy who was fucking me. With that, he unloaded another load of cum in my ass, and at this point I was overflowing. Cum was leaking in a steady stream out of my ass and down my crack. The other guy pulled outside of my mouth and came onto my hole, then pushed it in with his finger. “Last guy plug him back up,” Giovanni said as he finished. My head was spinning from copious amounts of crack, meth, and weed Giovanni had supplied me in the car on our way here. He made sure I never stopped smoking on the 20 minute drive here. I was pretty much blacked out but would phase in every once in a while in the middle of being fucked and it felt so fucking good. The last guy crammed my giant butt plug back in my ass to keep the cum from trickling out, but my ass was so full some of it still leaked. “Get dressed,” Giovanni said, grabbing me by the hair and lifting me up to my legs. I hurriedly pulled up my board shorts (that’s all he allowed me to wear) and when I stood up I could feel thick, warm streams of cum run down my leg. The men who fucked me were getting into their cars and driving away. Giovanni was wearing a mesh top and a speedo, which meant we were going to the baths today. I crawled into the passenger’s seat of his car and felt the cum from my ass soak through the back of my ass onto the leather seats. Giovanni handed me a loaded syringe and two blunts. “It’s a long way to the baths, cumwhore.” I lit up a blunt and we passed it between us; I greedily left the syringe for right before the baths. I wanted to be freshly high out of my mind and flying before I let any guy with any cock fuck me in the sex clubs. I had spent the entire day tanning by Giovanni’s pole in my g-string smoking T, so I didn’t look gaunt, but I did have bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. Giovanni found a parking spot a block away from the bathhouse and I gave myself the slam in the car. There were no cops on this street; it was deserted except for the twisted fuckers at the bathhouse. We walked to the entrance. It was a basement venue, with a red neon sign flashing above it. Guys in harnesses and leather chaps were smoking cigarettes outside. “Yo, Gio! Fresh meat? Let’s go inside, boys. We’ve got fresh cumdump tonight,” one of them said hungrily to the others, grabbing his crotch as they all followed us in. My slimy ass perked at the thought of all those lustful, probably poz men pumping me with their cocks.

Part II I felt heat spring to the tips of my fingers, roar up my chest, and slap me in the face as he removed the tourniquet from my arm. Suddenly, I ran out of air, and I panicked, coughing madly and too fucked up to recover. I felt like all the blood in my body was rushing to my asshole. I felt hot, insatiable. Guido Dad, who told me to call him Giovanni, slammed himself too as I adapted to my new, unbelievable high. I was in pig heaven. Giovanni bent down above my head. I could barely see his face; his shades were still on. He rolled up a large wad of spit in his mouth and spat it all over my face. “Alright, trash. Get on your back and open those legs like the fucked up slut you are,” he commanded. I eagerly leapt to the back of the bed, lifted my legs in the air, and opened wide. I dug my fingers into my ass cheeks and pulled them apart as if to beg for his dick. “Daddy, please,” I moaned, hazy from the drugs and having been starved from dick up until now. The Maximum Impact had hit me hard, and I still had unbelievable amounts of THC in my system in addition to the T. “Fuck my hole. Shred my pussy. Knock me up with your daddy sperm!” He took a final puff from his cigarette, ashed it, and climbed onto the bed. His white pants were so tight they showed off every giant muscle in his legs. His thighs and calves were chiseled beyond belief. He took off his flip flops to reveal deep tan lines on his feet. His chest was enormous, hovering over my body. He removed his shades. His pupils were heavily dilated from the drugs, and he looked at me coldly, like I was just some fucked up twink he found at the baths and is about to breed behind a dumpster. He spat on me again, and I groaned, my face now covered with a thick, sticky layer of both of our spit. “You want this cock slutboy? You want this giant meat abusing and tearing up that tight little Asian pussy? Tell me how much you want it, and maybe I’ll be good to you,” he said, grinning. “Fuck my pussy! Tear me apart! My body is just a hole for you, I want you to fuck me until my body expires! Just fuck me!” I practically screamed. My ass puckered as he applied more T-laced lube in and around my ass, then on his cock. “Stupid bitch. I was never going to show you mercy,” he laughed as he rammed his cock into my ass. I yelled in shock and sheer pleasure, my toes uncurled and my feet were fully flexed. My legs bucked at the impact of his cock. Giovanni was horny alright, and I was proud to be the hole that would drain him of his cum. “FUUUUCK!” I yelped, and he thrust slowly a few times, letting my ass muscles quickly loosen around his giant meat. Then, he began to pump. He grabbed my ankles and spread them as wide as possible, as if he was trying to open up my hole as he ripped through it. His cock was so big and thick it felt like it filled every air space in my ass. “Oh! Yeah! Fuck! Me! Just! Like! That!” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head as Giovanni consummated his ownership of his new whore with brutal, loveless fucking. I moaned and gasped with each thrust as he went deeper until I felt like he was striking my stomach, but I was so high on drugs it only felt incredible, not even slightly painful. I didn’t know I could take a dick so big so deep. He would frequently spit on me as he rammed me. This was worlds better than any fuck my boyfriend has ever given me. “You like my tool, bitch?” “Y-Yeah,” I gasped, as he slowed his pace. He kissed me, not affectionately, but like a wolf licking his prey. Then, he pulled out completely, leaving my asshole puckering hungrily for a millisecond, before shoving the full length back in. His dick had marked my hole as its own, and he fucked me indiscriminately of how I felt, even though I was practically immune to pain and drowning in my tweaked up bliss. “You ready for my load, bitch?” he asked, his thrusts starting to get faster. “Hell yeah, seed me daddy! Fill me with that hot daddy load! I want your sperm in my blood, make me your FUCKING SLUT!” I roared as he lifted his leathery face to the ceiling and howled with pleasure as he squirted load after load in me. At first I didn’t feel it, but I knew he was cumming because of how he rammed his throbbing dick deeper than I imagined possible. Then, after maybe his fourth squirt of thick cum, my ass was flooding with his load, and it felt completely warm and sticky on the inside. He pulled out, a giant, thick, string of cum so thick it was almost yellow dangling off from the tip of his dick and sticking to the surface of my ass. I tightened my ass, holding in what felt like a pint of cum as he groaned and fingered me, licking wads of cum he managed to plunge out of my hole. “Get some rest, bitch,” he said, handing me his bong and my weed so I could wind down from the drugs. He didn’t bother cleaning off his dick and zipped up his pants. “When you wake up, I got more fun for you.” He reached into his drawer, pulled out a large butt plug, and crammed it into my ass. It felt wide at the bottom, but it was easy to take compared to his dick. He was keeping my ass lubed up with his cum for my next fuck.

1. Finding the Line Whenever we look back on that weekend, I’ve never been able to pinpoint exactly when we crossed the line. Jesse can never decide which chemical was one chemical too far. And I’m certain that even Reese couldn’t say where the point of no return was. But I can’t deny it - we definitely crossed the line. There was definitely one drug too far, and a lot more after that. And when all the white dust settled, there was definitely no returning to how things used to be. ~~~ The weekend started in typical style, on Friday night. Jesse and Reese were fighting again. Over what, I didn’t know, since I’d got home late enough to miss the shouting match that had no doubt happened earlier. No doubt one of them or the other had slept with the wrong person or wasn’t 100% sure if there had been a condom, and the other reacted as if he would never do something so heinous. Jesse and Reese were one of those typical gay couples; too slutty for monogamy, too jealous for polyamory. When I got home, I checked the trash for broken glass, but there was nothing. It probably didn’t get physical this time, at least. But I’d been living with them long enough to recognise the signs that they’d been fighting. If they were in good moods, Jesse would be singing along to awful music as he cooked, while Reese sat on the sofa, endlessly tuning his electric guitar, headphones on and Jesse’s music thoroughly drowned out. The apartment would be smelling of garlic and something burning, and I’d immediately lock myself up in my room and try to escape Jesse’s singing. That was no easy task. We lived in a tiny apartment in a run down area of New York. Just two bedrooms, both barely big enough for one person, let alone two, plus a cramped bathroom with perpetually grimy windows. Only the front room offered any real comfort, with just enough space for a big sofa and a desk, plus a tiny kitchen tucked away in one corner. But they definitely were not in good moods. The silence that greeted me when I arrived was enough to tell me that. As I passed Reese and Jesse’s room, I heard some rustling, then found Jesse on the sofa in the front room still in his work polo, but lacking pants, only wearing underwear. Pretending to play on his phone, he scrolled endlessly down some porn filled social media feed, no doubt. He smiled at me as I entered the room, and even winked at me. That only meant one thing - this time, it was Reese that had messed up, and Jesse was the offended party. Which meant Jesse and I would be fucking as soon as we were left alone. Maybe it makes me a shitty person, but Reese and Jesse’s relationship hitting the rocks was pretty much the best thing to happen to my sex life. Whenever one of them thought they were in the right, they would celebrate their victory by ‘secretly’ fucking about with me. Neither of them would ever involve me in one of their fights, but that didn’t mean I was a No Man’s Land. Quite the opposite - I was the trump card of their relationship. One could have as much sex with me as he liked, and the other would never raise an objection, since he was doing it too. It was far from the biggest issue in their relationship, and I was more than happy with the arrangement. Even before Reese came out of their room, I had a pretty good idea of what was happening. Seeing him in his black tracksuit with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder just confirmed it. He nodded to me when he saw me, and said “I’m gonna go see the folks.” This might have been true, but it was equally possible he was going to find some barely legal to split in two. I felt a pang of jealousy - Reese had the bigger dick, and Jesse would probably want to bottom, but beggars shouldn’t be choosers. “Cool.” Was my only reply as I powered up the playstation. We caught each others eye for a moment, and I could tell he was thinking something along the same lines as me. He smirked, before turning to the desk and picking up a few things he’d be needing. Yep, some young thing was about to get ruined. Another pang of jealousy. Jesse didn’t look up from his phone, and I loaded up some old first person shooter, more for the sake of creating some noise to fill the silence than any real desire to play a game. Reese filled up his bag, zipped it shut, and rattled his keys as he scooped them up from the desk. He turned to leave, and for a moment, I thought they weren’t even going to say bye. “See you on Sunday?” Jesse asked as Reese was about to leave. He paused in the doorway for a few seconds. “Yeah.” Jesse visibly unclenched. “See ya.” And nothing more was said. He continued walking, and I heard the sound of him pissing in the bathroom, then the opening and closing - not slamming - of the front door. Jesse and I looked at each other, and he smiled at me, sadly. ~~~ It wasn’t long before things got going. I’d played two very poor rounds of Domination while Jesse watched on, before he stood up and headed to his bedroom. “I guess he actually is going to his parents.” He said on his way back in. “He didn’t take this with him, at least.” He’d lost his shirt, wearing only his light blue briefs now, and carried in a plastic tub that I knew all too well. The weed box. Cool. It was going to be a silly night. No way Jesse would do anything but bottom when stoned, but at least it wasn’t going to be a quick, shameful fuck followed by him disappearing into his room for the rest of the weekend. We traded items - I took the weed box and Jesse took the controller. We were both awful at the game, but I could at least roll a joint. I didn’t even need to watch what I was doing as I prepared it. Jesse got shot down as I took some weed from the baggie, and again as I twisted the grinder. He managed to stay alive for a while while I filled the paper with slightly stale tobacco, mostly by not going anywhere near the parts of the map where the fighting actually happened. He managed to blow himself up on his own grenade while I prepared the roach, and by the time I was sealing the joint up, he’d already given up entirely. “It’s a stupid game.” He told me. I only raised an eyebrow in response, and lit the joint. I took a short drag to test it, then a much longer one once I was sure it wouldn’t make the lightweight Jesse white out, then passed it over, taking the controller back. He slid up next to me on the sofa and brought the joint up to his lips. We didn’t speak for a while, but I saw his hand shaking as he smoked, so I put my hand on his knee and gave it a little squeeze before my game started. He smiled at me again, happier this time, and rested his head on my shoulder and a hand on my thigh, watching me play. Every now and then, he’d take a drag, or bring the joint up to my lips so that I didn’t have to wait for breaks in the game. We burnt through the joint a lot faster than we should have, and my head was spinning. Every time Jesse’s hand returned to my thigh, it was a little closer to my cock, which was slowly swelling inside my jeans. The game ended and I rolled another joint and sat it to one side, not intending to have it straight away, but Jesse had other plans. He took up the joint and lit it, taking a long drag, but he didn’t exhale. Instead, he leaned in, pushed my shaggy brown hair out of my eyes, and brought his mouth to mine. If I were a smarter, less stoned man, everything that followed might have seemed obvious and avoidable, but I was taken by surprise. He exhaled the smoke into my mouth, and I breathed it into my lungs. I’d shotgunned before, but only with Reese, not Jesse. Jesse was never normally this forward, but I wasn’t about to start complaining. We broke apart so I could exhale, and he shifted position, straddling my lap. I took him by the hips, slipping my fingers under the fabric of his briefs, and pulling him into me. His dick was rock hard against my stomach, and he began grinding into me as our mouths found each other again. I brought one hand up to the back of his neck and held him in place, and shoved my tongue into his mouth, making out with him the way I knew he liked. Breaking the kiss apart again, I found the joint and took a long drag, bringing my spare hand to Jesse’s asscheek and squeezing it hard. He moaned. “You gonna fuck me real hard?” He asked. Before I answered, I brought his mouth to mine and exhaled, letting him breathe in my smoke, then we made out a little longer. “That depends.” I answered when we came up for air. “I think we’re out of lube. That gonna be a problem?” His only answer was to start moving off me. I grabbed his underwear with both hands, yanking them down away from him as he moved. His cock sprang out so hard that it flicked a little preum onto my arm. I took a look at him standing naked in front of me. His chest, stomach, and dick were all clean shaven - clearly Reese and Jesse had made plans for this weekend, before Reese’s indisgression. Of the three of us, Jesse’s dick was the smallest, but it was still a decent six inches (Reese was the biggest at seven and a half, and I was somewhere in the middle, though mine was thickest). A very physical job made his body thin but lean. His balls were big, tight, and looked about ready to burst, and he had a sweet round bubble butt that I was all too happy to have sat on my face for hours, on nights when Jesse had been feeling more dominant. Not much chance of that tonight though. Jesse dropped to his knees and buried his face in my crotch. I ran one hand through his sandy blonde hair and held him in place while I smoked with the other. My cock was straining to escape at least my jeans, but for the moment, I ignored it. Instead, I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, and Jesse’s hands instantly shot up and found my nipples. I moaned, and held his head tighter as I grinded my denim covered dick into Jesse’s mouth. Taking my hand off his head, I slipped it between us and began to unbuckle my belt. Jesse instantly took over, and in one smooth movement, my jeans, underwear, and even my socks were whipped off, and we were both completely naked. His mouth engulfed my cock, pausing just a moment to clean off the precum that had built up at the tip, then sliding all the way down till his nose nestled into my pubes. I usually kept things smooth down there, but it had been a while since I tidied up, so there was a thin layer of dark brown hair giving my pale skin some colour. Jesse had destroyed his gag reflex years before the first time I felt him around my cock, and could deepthroat so well, you could be forgiven for thinking he didn’t actually need to breathe, so long as he had a cock in his mouth. He worked his way up and down my 7 inches the way he knew I liked, bobbing up and down so I could feel the tip of my dick slipping in and out of his throat. One of his hands found my balls and squeezed gently. The other, to my surprise, went to my ass, fingers wiggling towards my hole. This wasn’t like him at all. I took another drag and moved so that he had easier access. Instantly, he stopped sucking my dick and moved down. I felt his wet lips against my hole, and he burrowed his tongue inside. “Holy fuck, Jesse!” I practically yelled, and my cock twitched so hard it looked like it bounced off my stomach before slapping back down with a sloppy noise. I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing them up, so I lifted my legs and held the backs of my knees to give him better access. I’d never known Jesse to do anything like this before, and if his tongue didn’t feel so damn good inside me, maybe I would have had sense enough to put a stop to things there. Instead, I just moaned, and swore under my breath. No longer needing to hold my legs, Jesse’s hand found my cock and started gently pumping it as he kept eating out my ass. His other hand ran up my stomach, back to my nipple. It was a stretch, but he was clearly determined to do as much as possible. Once he started tweaking me again, I was like putty in his hands. My ass was feeling slicker and slicker as he filled it with his spit. He played with my dick just gently enough to tease me and keep it twitching. “I thought I was fucking you?” I asked, breathlessly, then instantly regretted it as his tongue slipped out of my hole and his hands left my body. I looked at him - all around his mouth shone with spit and he grinned at me. Still on his knees in front of me, he leaned forwards and pressed his dick against my ass, making me gasp. His fingers found my nipples and started twisting them. “Oh, you will be.” He said, and even in my stoned haze, I could see something dangerous in the way that he smirked. “But… You wanna have some fun, first?” “Aren’t we having fun already?” I asked. “Something more fun than this.” He leaned forwards, making his cock press right up against my hole, and kissed me gently on the lips. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around him, holding him tight against me. “Something I’ve been wanting to try for a long time.” He kissed me again, and grinded his dick against me. “Something more fun than anything you’ve done with Reese.” I raised an eyebrow. Neither of them ever acknowledged what I did with the other. “But you have to promise you’ll give it a go before I tell you what it is, okay?” He kissed me a few more times. “Is it safe?” I asked, but he just smiled at me again, and bit his lip, waiting for my answer. There was something in his eyes. I didn’t know what it was, but it made my cock twitch almost as hard as his tongue had. “... Alright. I’ll give it a try. What is it?” A thought instantly occurred to me. “You’re not fisting me. Reese already tried it and it didn’t end well.” Jesse laughed, so hard that I could feel it shake through his body. Something about that laugh made me feel more sure of myself. “Well, that’s a shame.” He told me. “But that’s not actually what I had in mind. You definitely promise?” I nodded. “Pinky swear?” He held up his little finger, and we both laughed, before I sighed and linked my pinkie around his. “Awesome.” He leaned in and kissed me once more, slipping his tongue into my mouth for a moment, before he pulled away from me. He found the joint, stuck it in my mouth and relit it for me, then stood up and headed towards his room. “Stay there, I’ll be back.” I watched his sweet little bubblebutt bounce away and decided that I’d definitely be getting my tongue inside that before the night was through. I heard him digging about in his bedroom while I puffed on the joint. There wasn’t much of it left, and a part of me was aware that Jesse had barely touched this one, but that part got quieter with each passing minute. Finally, Jesse came back into the front room, though not before going into the bathroom. His dick bounced up and down as he strided back inside and went to the desk, gesturing me to come over. I stood next to him. On the desk, he placed a mirror - the one he used to make sure the back side of his hair was as flawlessly styled as the front. On the mirror, he placed several items. An old credit card with Reese’s name on it, a pack of normal sized rizzlers, an empty can of deodorant, a straw that had been cut up into smaller pieces, and a small plastic baggie filled with some sort of white powder. My brain didn’t register what I was seeing straight away. “Jesse, what is-” Jesse spun around and forced his mouth against mine, kissing me hard. One hand grabbed my dick and squeezed as he tugged at it, while the other went round to my ass, a finger finding my hole and pressing into it. I moaned into Jesse’s mouth, and brought both my hands around him to grab his perfect asscheeks. The same part of my brain that had tracked the amount I smoked was speaking up again. Drugs. And not just weed, proper bad drugs, like cocaine or something. But my cock was rock hard in Jesse’s hand, and his ass was warm and soft under mine. He broke the kiss. “Remember, you promised to try.” He said, and smirked that dangerous smirk again. I nodded my ascent. “Watch what I do.” He let go of me and turned around. I stood right behind him, pressing my dick into his ass, which he pushed gently into me. I rested my head on his shoulder and watched, as he placed the baggie in the center of the mirror. Rolling the deodorant can over it, he crushed whatever it was into an even finer powder, then placed the can to one side. He opened up the bag and brought it to his nose, sniffing as if it were a glass of wine. He passed it under my nose and, as I sniffed, pressed his ass even harder into my dick. The smell was weird, like nothing I’d encountered before. ‘Industrial chemical’ was the only term I could think to describe it, and that didn’t fill me with confidence. But right then, all I could think about was how good my cock felt between Jesse’s cheeks. It was about to feel a lot better. Jesse upended the baggie on the mirror, tipping out the powder into a little mound. He shook the baggie, making sure to get every speck out, then placed the empty bag next to the can. Next, he took the credit card and used it to separate out a small piece of the powder, dragging it closer to the edge of the mirror nearest us. There was a crunching sound as he pressed the card down against the little pile, crushing the largest bits that the can had missed, then he separated it out into two lines. Bucking his hips against me, he got me to move back a little as he leaned forwards, taking up a straw and bringing his face close to the mirror. It would have been so easy to slip my dick inside his hole right then and there, even without lube, but I resisted the temptation. I heard a sniff, then he shot back up to standing again, with a wordless yelp. Instantly, he spun round and we were kissing again. He held my dick in one hand while grinding against me, suddenly feeling like he was moving much faster. He moaned and kissed down my neck, before pulling away again. “Fuck, that feels wild.” He said, rubbing at his nose. He stepped away and nudged me towards the mirror, holding up the straw piece. “Your turn.” I took it from him, and felt him move so that our positions were reversed. Now his dick was pressing into my ass. I looked down at the white line on the mirror, then turned to look at Jesse. He just kissed me on the cheek then nodded towards it again. I sighed. “Okay, what the hell.” And with that, I bent down, put the straw in one nostril while pinching the other closed, and snorted up the line. Toby: Jesse: Reese:

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This is just something I would sometimes fantasise about, especially with another bottom who loves taking cock and would inspired me to be more of a slut. So who else thought about this?

So ive always been a condom only type top. Im married and didnt want to take the risk of bringing something home to my wife. But last night a hot bottom boy hit me up on grindr with a ass like ive never seen. Told me he would host and be face down ass up in a jock waiting for me with a condom next to him. I showed up and took the condom out but looking down at the hot hole I decided to finally try out raw. He was cool with it so i lubed up and slid inside... omg what a fucking pleasure it was. And when it came time to unload it was so nice just dumping my spurts of cum inside his hole with not a worry in the world of pregnancy or any other kind of bullshit. I pulled out. He said thanks and i left. So easy and convenient for a hot straight(ish) married guy like myself to just get off and leave. Im thinking im definitely hooked on raw lol

fucking raw is a totally different activity.anytime a woman talks about how guys should use condoms I laugh at them and ask them if they have ever owned a dick. its like eating with your mouth and tongue coated in plastic. once you're over 16 fucking with a condom is a waste of everyones time.plus as a cumdump I know my duty is to make guys cocks feel good with my hole and take their loads. that's why I have always been exclusively a bareback slut

lol no

I came across castration play/fetish recently and I am getting into it now. I love how fags allow doms to take their balls and engage in the ultimate chastity/domination lifestyle, giving to their owner total and irreversible control over their sexuality and finally accepting their 100% submissive role. I understand that this is not the way for everyone but for the few who enjoy it must be great. Most important I think that who goes through castration, the image of a lifelong eunuch has to match the image that a slave has of himself and not do that for somebody else. I have sometimes such a fantasy. But I am not ready to loose my balls XD. Anyway, my master will not own me forever ( I already know which date we will stop to see each other since he's moving out of the country) and I decided anyway to give him the ultimate feeling to be the only men into our sub/fag/slave - Man relationship. I am using a method for temporary (up to 6 months) neutering applying heat to my balls (not cooking them). In one week I will be neutered and I will spend the rest of the month unlocked, getting fucked by my master and all my clear orgasms will be a tribute to his superior manhood, his cum and his orgasms. I hope he will appreciate that. Would you?

Averaging 2 a day for 20 years, I've sucked off >14,000 cocks.

I’ve only ever smoked T once, never slammed and never fucked raw, but I genuinely want this. Any guys in NW or Central London?...

I’ve never showed up to find several additional tops that I wasn’t aware of but more like one extra and it was a fun surprise. I love being spitroasted and shared anyway. If I did find several extra tops waiting to all use me, I’d probably be surprised but excited. At that point, I’m already ready to get fucked, what’s a few more cocks and loads. I’ll take them all on!

One other time I was in my 20s. I went out drinking with the guys waiting to meet up at my girlfriends house to spend the night and have sex with her. I wanted to stop by the porn store to pick up a fresh bottle of poppers before they closedfor the night. I told the guys Ihad to leave early and meet up with my girlfriend. I was a bit drunk when I got to the porn store. After I got the poppers. I walked in the back video booths to see if anyone was still there. It was empty. Except me and this really old man standing there withhis hard cock out. As I walked past him I grabbed his cock and yanked on it quick. I walked into the booth. Put money in the slot. Took a few big hits of a fresh bottle of poppers. Theold troll was jerking his cock and watching me. I thought why not give the old man a show. So I took my shirt off, dropped my pants down to the floor. I'm but ass naked. Looking at this old troll. Sniffing poppers, lick in my lips at him. Tasting the pre cum from my cock. He walked into my booth and we started to jerk each otherscocks. I was being a nasty slut. After more poppers. I started to suck his cock. I can't believe what a dirty faggot I was. Drunk and high on poppers. Naked, sucking some random old trolls cock. He starts to finger my ass. I told him to stop. I have to leave soon and meet up with my girlfriend. He asked if I was going to fuck her tonight. I said yes. He said before you go and fuck your girlfriend. I'm going to fuck her boyfriend. I do some more poppers and let him finger fuck my ass. I start to moan a bit more and more. He got behind me and tries to ride my ass bareback without any lube. I told him that it's not going to work without any lube. He saidyou want me to fuck you. Your a dirty slut standing completely naked just waiting for me to fuck you and cum in your ass. I bent over and placed my head flat down on a big puddle of cum laying on the floor and lubed his cock and my ass with random loads of cum. I let this old trollscock sliding in my ass. I let some random old strangers ride my ass bareback. He was using me like a faggot. Fucking my ass harder and harder until he dumped his hot thick load of cum deep in my ass. I got dressed and went to fuck my girlfriend.

Love that t is a man's best friend. Had a cocky condom nazi top come over thinking he would nail me, dumb fuck even brought over his own stash of condoms. After I showed him the joys of smoking a big fat bowl I was grinning as his dick started to shrivel up to his panic. He then begged me to fuck him and even forced the condom on my cock, didn't matter though. A few minutes of dry rough fucking and the condom was tearing up inside him. Did my civil duty to inform him that maybe we should stop but the new cum pig just ripped the broken rubber off and demanded I don't stop.

I absolutely love being a cumdump alongside another bottom buddy, both being tag-teamed and spit-roasted. Total turnon for me. Oink!

Both are great. Love energetic young tops that can give you a good pounding two or three times in a session but I also love older tops. Hard cock and the seed it all I really care about

What is with old white men and their inability to take no for an answer? Just because I am coloured and white people my own age don't want me doesn't automatically mean I am there to service them! Just because my door at the bathhouse is open and I am lying down on my bed, doesn't not constitute an invitation for any old man to come in and start feeling me up! That actually constitutes an assault! Just because I am coloured and young does not mean I am here to service old white men that young white men don't want! It is my hole and I do reserve the right to decide which dick goes in there!

Part 2 - Belated 18th Birthday Present Finally we left for LA and my 18th birthday present was for us all to spend a week in California enjoying the beach and sights. It was exciting but in reality it wasn't the Medina river where Brad and I both loved the solitude it afforded us. Still this was an adventure and we stayed in one of the posher hotels in LA close to Santa Monica beach. Not bad I joked to Brad as this was the first time I had left Texas or even ventured this far from Medina, excluding my rescue of Brad in his hour of need. That afternoon we spent on the beach, our parents strolled along the beach for an hour or so and Brad and I laid in the sun and swam in the ocean. It really was a world away from our lives that were very simple in context to how hectic and busy the next couple of days would be. We fitted in two movie studio tours and some of the popular touristy bits. Always coming back at the end of the day to the amazing swimming pool and comfy loungers on the terrace. The weekend we all decided would be spent chilling out at the hotel or beach and dining as a family. For me it was the best present ever mostly due to Brad being with us and importantly me, we spent all the time together. That Sunday afternoon I stayed out by the pool, luckily I was a person who tanned quite evenly unlike some of the lobsters walking around. Brad and our parents had gone to the hotel bar for some shade and a cool drink, I had a niggly feeling I was being watched and did a quick glance around, everyone seemed to be minding their own business and not necessarily looking at me. I dived in to the pool and swam a few lengths at a leisurely pace then climbed out and walked towards my lounger, standing there letting the sun drying me off I was facing the restaurant and outdoor seating on the terrace above me. The woman ascending the steps from the restaurant caught my eye she was smartly dressed and very business like in her appearance and reaching the bottom it looked like she was walking towards me. She walked past clearly having a good look at my face any body then she doubled back and stood in front of me. "I'm sorry to be so forward but you caught my eye and trust me that doesn't happen usually" she said. I looked at her "Caught your eye?" replying and looking at her a little confused. "Forgive me" she said "I'm Patricia Manon from Manon International Models" she held out her hand. Not sure what this was about I shook her hand "Tom, just Tom from Texas" she smiled and handed me her card. "Have you ever considered modelling?" she asked me. I shook my head "No why would I?" I replied chuckling. "You are perfect, your facial features and your body is perfect" she said looking me up and down. "Oh right" was all I could say. "Pop by my office at 10am tomorrow, I would like to get some photos if your interested" she smiled at me. I looked at the card "Oh, well I am here on holiday with my family" I said trying to hand the card back. She refused to take it "Seriously think about it Tom from Texas" she smiled and walked off. Amused I looked at the card and picked up my things to find the rest of my family at the bar. Putting the card down on the table I explained to them about what had just happened. Brad was the first to encourage me to go and that he would come along with me as a chaperone. My mother agreed with Brad and said that she and Seth wanted to go shopping anyway and that I was old enough to make my own decisions and should take the opportunity even if nothing happens it will be an experience. Convinced that it would just be a day out and something to laugh about tomorrow evening we made plans and looked on our phones to make sure we knew how to get to the offices. Brad chuckled as we stood outside the building gently pushing me to go through the doors to the reception. The receptionist explained that only I was allowed up to the floor where Manon International were based, Brad said he would have a wander around and grab a coffee. He pulled me back and sternly he told me to call if I wanted out, I nodded unsure why I was feeling very nervous as my life was not depending on this, modelling was the furthest thing I wanted to do and shook off the feeling getting in the elevator up to the 10th floor. The doors opened and I stepped out in to another world, everyone was dressed in what looked like tailored designer clothing, perfect make up and hair styles, the few men I saw wore shiny fitted suits groomed to within an inch of their life. then there was me in my shorts and t-shirt wearing reefs. If anyone looked out of place then hello over here I seemed to scream come look at me and sure enough many people looked down their noses passing me by. The reception was manned by a young guy in his mid 20's who I assumed was gay judging by his mannerisms and the way he looked at man walking past his desk who had a very arrogant 'do you know who I am' look and obviously a model. I walked up to his desk and saw the plaque with his name 'Steve' written on it. "Excuse me" I said interrupting him typing an email out, he turned his head and continued typing. Steve looked me up and down "Were not casting at present" he said returning to his screen. Hell what now I thought standing there until he looked again "I'm sorry I was asked to come here" I said quietly. Steve's fingers stopped moving over his keyboard and he stood up and looked at my shorts and reefs "Oh". He picked up the phone looking directly at me "Patty I think this Tom from Texas is here" he said to the phone. Nodding at the phone "Okay" he said and hung up "Take a seat over there" he told me pointing at the sofa. I walked over and noticed from the reflection in the shiny wall behind the sofa that Steve was watching me very carefully. Sitting down I caught his eyes briefly then he turned and tapped away and answered several calls. His eyes continued to bore in to me when he wasn't typing on his computer. After five minutes Patricia came out of her office. "Tom you came, I am so thrilled you decided to come Tom" Patricia said walking over to me. I stood up holding my hand out "Well I have nothing on this morning" I stupidly said then smiled at her. Patricia laughed "Don't be nervous Tom, how about getting some photos" she said then guided me down the hall. We entered a door marked Studio A, it looked like one of those loft conversion places but segregated in to a few different scenes and a screen in one corner hiding another part of the studio. There was a photographer shooting a female model who I didn't really think was very nice as he called the model out several times 'Chloe if your not going to pull yourself together get out of the studio' was one remark I heard him say. Instantly I thought if this is how it is I might as walk as I don't need someone like that badgering me. Patricia took me to where the screen was and to wait for a moment. I could hear her talking to the photographer who she called Eddie, Patricia popped back round telling him he would be done in 5 fives and offered me a coffee. I declined feeling sick and unsure what I was letting myself in for. "Tom this is Eddie who will be shooting you for an hour" Patricia said introducing him appearing round the screen. Eddie nodded at me but without really looking "A new one, you got to be kidding me Patty" he said disappearing again. Patricia smiled "Photographers Tom, just ignore him he is quite temperamental when working" she said. It did nothing to quell my fear "I don't want to do this" I said standing up. "Nonsense Tom, you must be intrigued as you came here" she said handing me some white briefs. Nervously I took them "You want me to wear these?" I asked her looking shocked. Patricia laughed "Of course we need to see how you transpire on film" she said "don't worry". She disappeared round the other side of the screen leaving me holding the briefs, brief they were and very revealing. Debating for a moment and hearing her having words with Eddie to be nicer to me as he was frightening me off, I decided to do it and quickly changed. Eddie appeared and looked me over making me even more nervous, it also gave me the opportunity to study him in more detail. I guessed he was in his early 30's and pretty attractive, tattooed and muscled with dark cropped hair he wore a stubble and stood a couple inches taller than me. In the beginning he showed no interest in me, but then why would he I thought. All he saw was yet another model he was going to have to contend with, in his own right he was quite formidable and didn't take any crap from the models he was shooting, after all it was his work that made them. Fortunately I managed to supress my urge to vomit and run following him out to the staging area. It didn't take long for him to get annoyed with me as I didn't understand what he was asking me to do. Patricia came over and helped moving my body to the poses he wanted. She explained that I would get some training so I knew how to react to the camera if I was taken on, nodding in Eddie's direction she told me he was the best and bear with him. It felt like hours being photographed but in reality it was no more than 45 minutes, during this time I could see Patricia and Eddie looking at a screen as the images came up, they would both nod and quietly talk. Every now and then she would smile and look at Eddie who would smile back then look at me quickly. "Thanks Tom that was great" Eddie said without looking at me "we are all done". I just sat there like an idiot for a moment "What do I do now?" I asked. Eddie looked up and laughed "Go and get changed dude, then wait outside Patricia's office" he said. Yeah okay I admit I didn't want to leave as I was quite happy looking at Eddie in his tight t-shirt and wanted to lick him all over. Somehow I got up and found myself behind the screen getting changed, as I left the studio Eddie looked up and said good bye and see you soon, before I could reply he had turned back to the female model and continued photographing her. Steve her assistant smiled and brought me a coffee over being more friendlier than he was when I arrived. Patricia called from her office and her assistant looked at me and said to go through. "Please sit down Tom" she said as I entered her office "how did it feel?" she asked. I looked confused "How did what feel?" I replied. "Being photographed extensively like that?" she said holding large photographic prints in her hand. "Oh, just like having loads of selfies taken, I didn't expect I would be in underwear" I laughed. She looked up and smiled "Well I think we may be able use some of these in your portfolio". I looked at her "Is that a good thing?" I asked unsure where this was going. Patricia nodded "It's a start, I may need you to come back in a couple of weeks, your expenses will be paid". She stood in an obvious your dismissed way, walking me to the elevator she placed the prints on the assistants desk and I said good bye having given Steve my contact details, I pressed the ground floor button watching the doors close as she turned away clearly seeing Steve having a good look at my photos. "Oh my god Patty" Steve said looking up at her. Patricia smiled "He has no idea Steve. Get a portfolio together and circulate it" she said "today that is". Oblivious to what was taking place up there the elevator stopped at the ground floor and the doors opened, smiling I saw Brad was waiting with two coffees. He laughed and pretended to walk like a model towards me making me laugh. We left to walk back to the hotel and I told him how things went, how I felt like a fish out of water, what I had to wear and how rude the photographer was. We walked for ages and kind of glad to be outside feeling the sun beating down on me until we arrived back at the hotel. It felt so good spending this much time with Brad as I always felt at ease and comfortable around him. We had become even more close if that was possible and it turned out as we got older we liked many of the same things in life. The only annoying thing about him was his attempt to get me to have sex with any guy who looked at us, constantly he would rib me and tell me to start enjoying life more. When I had my head turned he would literally start pushing me back trying to get me to engage the person in conversation, just in case they swung my way. But on the inside I was still to unsure about myself and lacked the self confidence. The one thing that struck me was when we walked along the beach front and people often looked at us and smiled, especially as he always had his arm around my shoulder and we were laughing. They would clearly take us as being a couple and he didn't seem to mind it one bit and often played the part laughing afterwards. If you were clever you could read between the lines but I never saw it from my perspective. We spent the last few days relaxing and travelling down the coast visiting San Diego and stopping at various places along the route, at La Jolla we walked along the beach where I felt a certain kind of belonging imaging myself living here and literally falling in to the sea from one of the beach side houses that looked incredibly expensive. Was I sad to be leaving LA after our week, naturally as I had found a love for the beach and not so humid weather we had back in Texas, but you know, it wasn't Medina and it didn't have the beauty and tranquillity of the countryside. I got back in to my studies and returned to the ranch at lunchtime several days after our return. Everyone was out at work and the ranch house was empty apart from the housekeeper, I ran in shouting hello and filling my rucksack with fruit and water. Since the sun was out it was a perfect day to read up about my next course beside the river. The housekeeper Maria called out telling me a package had arrived on the mail table in the entrance hall. I wandered out and picked up the thick envelope it was post marked Manon International. I had almost forgotten anything would come of it, I took it back to our bedroom putting it on the bed and headed off to the river. Returning home later that afternoon Brad and Seth were already home, completely forgetting about my delivery I went straight in to the kitchen and family room grabbing a soda I sat down chatting with them. Brad and I headed to our bedroom to shower and change, we were at that stage where our parents had talked about giving us separate rooms. To my surprise Brad was the one dead set against the idea explaining that we were both happy living in the wing, I didn't seem to get a say in this but frankly I didn't mind as I really enjoyed his company and it kept me grounded. Brad stripped naked and went first then I followed taking slightly longer, it was times like this when you want to taste the forbidden fruit. Seeing him naked I loved how his body looked and the naturalness about his looks, I could see the results of his working out again since returning from university. He wasn't built like Eddie was and reflecting Eddie's build was way to muscular for me, but Brad, he was just perfect and it made my heart ache. Showering and thinking about Brad had got me aroused, think nasty thoughts I said myself trying to get me cock down. When I returned in to the bedroom drying myself I noticed Brad holding the package that came earlier. "You haven't opened this yet" he said handing it to me. I sat on the bed holding the package and looking at it "No, I don't know if I want to" I replied. Brad sat next to me "What are worried about Tommy" he asked putting his arm around my shoulder. I looked at him "The unknown, what if this changes my life and do I want it". For the first time Brad kissed me on the forehead "I will always be here for you and protect you Tom" he said. I gave a little sigh "Yeah, until you have settled down with Melinda" I replied. Brad ignored the response "Well you going to open it then?". Nodding I opened the package and took the folder out that contained a letter on the cover from Patricia. My mouth dropped open as I got in to reading the letter and opened the folder to find a contract inside for one year with a salary of $50k and a clause underneath I didn't understand, it took Seth having a look to explain that the deal gets better if you become a popular model he said with some scepticism. But he told me it was my decision but whatever I decide I must not throw my education away and keep studying. That night Brad had gone in to town to see Melinda so I returned alone to our bedroom, I was tired and leaned over from the bed retrieving my journal it's hiding place. Opening it to a new page I wrote 'It seems like ages since I downloaded what has been going on in my head or life. Next week I fly to LA and do some test shoots for modelling, yeah I know crazy right, but this woman seemed to think I had the looks and persuaded me to try it out. Hands up I am not expecting anything, in fact I don't really want to do it as it means being away from Medina, the one place where I actually feel safe and free. We spent a week in LA which is how I got hunted would be the word to describe the unusual set of circumstances. Anyway it was a great week and I got to spend so much time with Brad and do the things we like to do. I feel more and more for him but my feelings are best kept hidden from him and our family, I just can't stop them as the time we spend together just feels so precious. At times I have to remind myself who he is as much as it breaks my heart I wonder if I will ever find anyone like him. I have not been the same since that day at the river when he held me so close and I can't stop picturing him and I walking in the Medina river laughing and talking without a care in the world. So next week I head off with no expectation, probably an angry photographer who is sexy in a different way. Lets see what becomes of me after this'. I hid the journal away and climbed in to bed switching the bedside light off. The following week on Monday morning I flew over to LA for 3 days, my instructions when I entered the arrivals concourse was to look for a driver holding a sign with my name on, I suppose it was Steve's idea of a joke a man stood there with a sign 'Tom From Texas'. He ushered me towards the car and drove me to Manon International's office, I took the elevator up and surprised to see how busy it was compared to last time I was here. Steve spotted me and laughed "You found the driver then Tom from Texas" he said walking towards me. "Very funny" I replied following him down the corridor to Studio A "Who is the taking the pictures?" I asked him. Steve smiled "Eddie of course, never fear Tom from Texas you don't have tattoos" he said opening the door. What a strange remark I thought unsure what he meant by it, Patricia saw me and came hurrying over and I saw Eddie photographing a male model. Eddie turned and looked at me expressionless, he went back to the model and took a couple of snaps then threw his hands up. For one person he had a plethora of emotions that you would see in one photo shoot the grumpy, happy, irritated, irrational, elated. It was all there and you never knew what you were going to get in what order. Patricia took me behind the screen as Eddie berated the male model several times, stop smiling, smile, lift your chin, your chin stupid. I shook my head knowing this was going to be fun, already deciding if he started on me I would walk. Patricia brought over 10 polo shirts and 5 pairs of shorts, she apologised that she had meetings today but would pop by and check on me in between. Brace for impact I told myself as I changed in to the t-shirt and shorts provided, I could hear Eddie finishing. The male model came round the screen and quickly changed "Good luck with him" he said and stormed off. "How you doing Tom?" Eddie asked appearing around the screen "Came back for more punishment". "Sorry, I am nearly ready" I replied getting frustrated as I didn't want to start on a bad foot with him. Eddie put his camera down and walked towards me "Here let me help" he said straightening the collar of the polo shirt. My eyes accidentally caught his "Thanks, will you go easy on me?" I asked in hope, he looked at me and smiled. "Not a chance" he replied "Well maybe a little" he then said with a glint in his eyes catching me off guard. His hand brushing against the naked skin of my neck "Why do you want me to go easy on you?" he asked. I nervously giggled like a child "It is my first time" I quietly replied. "I know and what else have you never done before?" he asked slowly doing the button watching me. I was captivated by his eyes "Many things" I replied looking at his hands and tattooed arms. "Right come on, time is money" he suddenly said snapping me back to reality. It was definitely peculiar and maybe it was his way of getting me to relax. Anyway the shoot went well and he never got irritated with me instead he would walk over and help position me the first few times, eventually I felt a confidence to respond to him without guidance. You know Eddie really was a nice guy when you took the professionalism out of him and I actually liked working with him. Patricia had come in and sat with us for an hour, even she saw a different side to Eddie as he worked with me. At lunchtime they looked through the photos nodding and pointing I had no idea what was going on. "What has come over you Eddie?" Patricia asked him looking at the photographs. Eddie glanced at her "It's his first day, thought I would cut him some slack" he replied smiling. Patricia picked a photo out "You never cut anyone slack" she replied looking over at me "Do you see it?". Eddie nodded scratching his head "Incredible, you could shoot him from any angle it just works". Patricia left after dropping off some more clothing and we got to work. I was tired, yeah I know, but it is exhausting standing in front of a camera all day trust me. But at 3pm Eddie called time as I was loosing focus a little, he put his camera down 'Amazing Tom' he said walking towards and patting me on the shoulders. Sometimes crazy things come out of my mouth and this was one of them moments "I am not a dog you know". Eddie looked then burst out laughing "What you want me to hug you instead" he asked smiling. I didn't know what to do "No" I giggled stupidly "just thank you so I know it was okay". Eddie turned back to his camera "Oh right, you want me to boost your ego and you end up like the rest of them". "The rest of who?" I asked confusingly. Eddie looked at me "Just don't change and become self centred like the other models" he said. I stood there completely confused by him, hell no actually I was looking at his body under his tight t-shirt before I caught myself. I walked behind the screen and never saw him look over his shoulder at me disappearing from view. Getting changed I was all thumbs and knew it was down to him. So distant yet so very close it was like I could still smell him as if he was close, and he was, leaning against the wall watching me. "Not bad for your first time Tom" he said smiling at me. I looked down fumbling with my bad "Thank you for going easy on me". Eddie laughed "For you I will go easy if it is your first time" he said, I didn't look up in case I looked embarrassed. I smiled still packing my bag, I stood up and looked at him "Let's see what tomorrow brings" I replied. He walked over and hugged me catching me by surprise "Just bring your A game back tomorrow and we will find out". Dazed and totally aroused I walked out of the studio and sat down opposite Steve waiting for my car to arrive to take me back to the hotel, so I may still be a little wet behind the ears but I knew that he appeared to be flirting with me and I loved it. Steve turned to look studying me for a moment. "Did you have fun with Eddie?" Steve asked "Only you didn't run out crying or frustrated". I looked at him curiously "He is nice to work with" I replied. Steve shot a surprised look "Nice?" he remarked "Hmm no one ever says he is nice to work with". "He was very helpful and patient" I said checking I had my phone. Steve shook his head "Gay and bad tempered, models hate working with him but he is one of the best". I chuckled more so knowing he was gay "Maybe people misunderstand him, he does know what he is doing" I replied. Steve laughed at me "Right, one photo shoot and your now a professional Tom from Texas". Steve leaned forward over his desk "Did he try it on with you, I mean your straight right?" he asked me. "No well I don't think he tried it on, flirted a little" I replied but didn't answer about my sexuality. "Eddie has a partner in New York but has casual sex here in LA. Bastard won't even look at me" Steve said huffing. I nodded "Oh so your gay?" I said rolling my eyes to the ceiling at my stupid remark. Steve looked at me "Are you really that stupid you didn't notice I was?". "Sorry I just haven't met that many gay people before" I replied honestly. Steve shrugged his shoulders "Anyway I don't have muscle or tattoos. That's what Eddie likes I his men". "Car is here" Steve called over "See you tomorrow Tom from Texas". Today really did go well and gave me a lot to think about, what I never expected to hear was learning Eddie was gay and I suppose attracted to him but from what Steve said he was hard to get and very specific in his taste of men. I hit the hotel pool and gym, had a little dinner before reading then having a facetime call with Brad, my one sanity check when I was away and it would be these weekly chats that I loved most when not at Medina. The second day and third day was much like the first except there was more people in the studio who I had never met but seemed to know Patricia and Eddie well. I was modelling summer beach wear which involved some quick changes on the scene in front of everyone but thankfully nothing to revealing was required at the moment. Eddie chatted as he photographed me often making me laugh and catching it on camera, he would pause and place his hands on my body moving me gently and encouraging me. The difference towards me was very clear to everyone in the room and they were perplexed, muttering to each other wondering but none of them knew the big ass secret I was hiding about my sexuality and that Eddie was pushing it to the surface. Well to me it was a secret and to them it was life. When I had a break Patricia came over with a robe for me to put on and I sat watching him photograph a different male model, Eddie showed none of the compassion or chatter that they had just seem with me. By lunchtime we finished with a few swimwear shots then I went behind the screen to change for my flight back to Texas and home. The studio emptied except for Eddie and me, excitingly they were all heading to Patricia's office to go through the photos. "You know I have never liked a model as much as I like you" he said surprising me standing there. "Why is that?" I asked "I mean I see how different you are with the other models" I explained. Eddie looked at me "Your different Tom, not pretentious like the ones that come through the door" he said. I shrugged my shoulder "I don't really get it" laughing as I replied. Eddie sat down on the stool "Your just Tom, the man behind the face and you are incredibly nice". "Thanks" I replied unable to even know what to say to him. Eddie smiled "You must get loads of girls throwing themselves at you, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked. I chuckled and shook my head "No" I replied and left it at that. "Boyfriend?" Eddie asked and turned to look at me, I couldn't answer, thankfully the door opened. Steve walked in "Tom from Texas your car is here and I have your flight details for next week" he called out. "Coming" I replied standing "I will see you next week" I said to Eddie who was fiddling with his camera. He looked at me and smiled "Definitely". Steve looked up from his desk as I approached "I will send you through your flight details Tom from Texas". I gazed at him "Stop calling me that" I bantered with him yawning "sorry I'm knackered, it's tiring". Steve tutted "So hard looking at a camera" he laughed "Oh the life of a model". "I am no model" I said chuckling as I walked away "See you next week". Steve turned in his seat "Awe bless The Model called Tom, I think that is what I will call you now, and for the record you are a model" he said smiling. Steve was beginning to be more friendlier towards me and we were getting on quite well. He told me he only liked me as I didn't act like other models which lead me to wonder what they must really be like, since he was the second person to tell me that. But he and most of the other people at Manon International just saw me as Tom from Texas, most just ignoring me. I didn't want fame or fortune or to be the sexiest male model alive, but the word Steve used in the office that day 'The Model Called Tom' would cause me to giggle when he referred to me in that way, those simple words would get banded around the office and before long that was how I would eventually be known. Part of me was glad to be heading home and looking forward to seeing everyone, it felt like so much had happened and I had been away months. I slept in until 10am after talking in to the early hours with my family, they were all interested to find out how things went and what I was wearing and who was I modelling for. I filled them in with as much as I could realising I knew very little only that it was a department store. I did some studying and caught up with my coursework and spent the weekend afternoons with Brad at the river reading and talking. Brad confessing to me how happy he was to have me back for a few days. But time flew and before I knew it I was back at the airport Sunday evening for my flight to LA and this would mark a significant point in my life...

Fuck trump and anyone that supports him

After several STIs about 20 years ago my (gay) doctor recommended I get test at the hospital STI clinic 3 times a year which I did for a number of years but dropped it back to twice a year when I was hardly ever getting infected. Although I was having casual sex I guess the condom use helped to avoid at least some. However once I started barebacking occasionally about 5 years ago , and more particularly in the last 4 years when I’ve been on PrEP when I’ve been barebacking full time, I’ve been getting slightly more infections but catching them quite quickly because of the mandatory STI tests every 3 months to maintain the free PrEP prescription. Actually I get tested slightly more frequently as I also get tested immediately on return from a sustained sex holiday and I’ve had one of those in Berlin and another in Bangkok in the last 3 months. Currently I’d reckon an STI twice a year. I won’t list what I’ve had over the years but it has been most of them (but not hepatitis or HIV). In my view these infections are a fact of life and to be expected and should not be a cause for embarrassment (or any perverse pleasure) but it is important for all sexually active people to get tested regularly at a frequency calibrated to their risk. Frequent testing by all means more fucking for all and less downtime with illness and sex-free recovery periods.

The moment when your hole surrenders and the head of his cock pops into your ass

Agreed 100% ^ I love the bending over, the anticipation, the first feeling of the cock head pressing against my butthole and it opening and that first slide in...of pure cockmeat.....