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Daddy Issues Hey everyone... first post here. Definitely happy I found this place- haven’t really found an alternative for people sharing stories, especially pertaining to this sort of subject matter. Loosely based on a series of encounters many years ago, but ones that I think back to a good amount. Decided to write about it. I was probably 21 or 22 at the time. Names, events, and descriptions have been modified for fun and because I can’t remember everything anyway. I hope some of you enjoy it. -- My stomach felt hot; the type of warmth that twists your gut on an empty stomach with nerves. And despite the beads of sweat dripping down my face, the rest of me was freezing. Standing outside the townhouse unit, bundled up in an oversized maroon hoodie and a pair of baggy black jeans, my hands were crossed and tucked under my armpits, teeth chattering as I waited in the chilly doorway. Even in the dark I could see the steamy clouds of breath with each exhale, and the gentlest draughts sent shivers across the sheet of sweat forming on my face. I was beginning to wonder if this had been a bad idea. It wasn’t that I minded the cold; the cold and I usually got along. But it was distinctly sobering. And the buzz from earlier was beginning to subside, leaving room for the more sensible parts of my brain to enter. And they were beginning to suspect that I was perhaps biting off more than I could chew. The cum threatening to leak out of my hole also raised a good point. My ex, Sam, had been especially rough today. Was I really up for more after that? Shouting at me while he fucked me like a ragdoll, twisting my sensitive nipples painfully until I arched my back and screamed, then stuffing his tongue down my throat as he emptied into my guts and practically threw my clothes at me afterwards... Sam and I... had issues. But he was also my main and only connection. And he liked the money while I liked to party—sometimes even with him. And our openness with one another tended to increase as a function of tina. Like I said—issues. Mercifully, I was spared further self-reflection when the door clicked and creaked open, revealing a firmly built father-figure who stood a solid six inches taller than me. I would have guessed him at roughly six foot two. “Sinking feeling?” I recited from adam4adam, smiling loosely, head crooked off to the side slightly. A grin spread across his face. “Just Chris is fine,” he greeted. “Daniel, right?” I nodded. “Come on in,” he invited, stepping off to the side as the door swung ajar. The contrast couldn’t have been more pronounced as I moseyed on by him. Aside from being substantially taller, Chris was large; broad-shouldered with the beginnings of a healthy paunch. He had the type of body that was once very built but had succumbed to a desk job and too much beer in later life. Atop his head, fiery red hair dotted with grey formed a halo around an emerging bald spot. There was lingering hesitation. But it was also cold and I very much wanted to find some warmth. The husky, broad build attached to the heavy voice was also something of a weakness of mine. So with all this in mind I muted Jiminy and stepped in past the threshold. The instant the door shut I found myself engulfed. Thick, fuzzy arms wrapped themselves around my chest, pulling me close to the grey button-up that draped loosely over the muscle-bear’s torso. Gasping, possibly on cue or as a reflex, I leaned into the embrace and craned my head up, parting my lips as his mouth pressed down on me and pushed his thick tongue inside. Meanwhile, one great big paw found my ass and squeezed my left cheek through the cold fabric, making me jump. He seemed pleased by this—as he pulled away, his face was bright with mischief. “Thanks for coming. I’m glad you could make it,” he growled. “Thanks for having me,” I responded sheepishly. “I’m glad I could come too.” He smirked. “Come on. We’re upstairs,” he instructed, grasping my hand as he lead me up the steps. As he pulled I had to hurry a bit to keep up. Passing the first door on the left, we scurried to the second, at which point Chris shoved it open and pulled me inside. The ceiling lights had been turned off; only the lamps in the corner and on the bedside table were lit, giving the room a dim ambiance. Immediately my eyes glanced to the nightstand- where a pair of old-fashioned glasses sat, their smooth edges catching the low light of the bedroom, making the red of the drink inside blush a deep crimson. Adjacent to it, a pair of syringes nestled together conspicuously. And below, a bag of crystals rested beside glass pipe and a little blue pill. At the sight of the needles, my heart began to pound. “It’s all right there,” I murmured. There was that doubt again. Was this a good idea. It wasn’t much of a question. But it might be a fun idea, I argued, and in many ways that was far more compelling. Either oblivious to my uncertainty or electing to move past it, Chris was already retrieving the glasses. Smiling welcomingly, he offered one. “It’s G. And Gatorade. You said you’ve done G?” I nodded, and reached out to accept. “Yeah. Thanks,” I murmured. Admittedly, I kind of hated G but declining felt rude. And anything to take the edge off sounded good so I smiled politely and braced for the worst. Nodding, he raised his glass. “Cheers,” he said, then clinked and chugged it back in one great gulp with what I assume was the Viagra, inviting me to follow suit. Following his lead, I drank the poorly masked acrid flavour, downing it in two swigs. Grimacing as I set the cup down, I sunk down onto the bed and reached for my shoulders, peeling away the thick layers of clothing I’d come wrapped in. Wiping my damp face against the inside of the scratchy fabric as it slid past my smooth stomach, the hoodie pooled messily on the floor. Meanwhile, Chris licked his lips and undid his belt, pulling the leather strap from outside his jeans as his murky eyes watched me undress. As my pants and boxers fell down around my lightly haired legs, showing off my freshly shaven groin, I could feel the buzz on my skin from his eyes outlining me- tracing over my lithe form as he drew his mental image. Looking back at him, by comparison he was a giant- I was barely five foot eight, with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and what could readily be described as a pallid complexion. Where my face was clean-shaven conceal my years, he wore his time with pride. I had no illusions that he was likely close to lapping both my weight and age; if I was a hundred and forty pounds, I estimated Chris at around two sixty. Maybe more. In his forties, if adam4adam was to be believed. In truth, I’d been very surprised when he’d even responded. But then we started talking and he rather directly advised that I was his type. And he was definitely mine. And despite the remnants of tina from a cloudy overcast, I could feel my cock twitch in anticipation. As he sat down next to me, I could feel the bed sag around him, displacing the mattress such that I popped up a bit. Pulling me close, I could see that his pupils were dilated like mine. I smiled. “Been having fun?” I joked. “Yeah, but just by myself tonight,” he replied, then all but dragged me onto his lap. Turning me around to face him, he seemed delighted to find how pliable and malleable my light body was in his hands, and I eagerly bent into his touch. “I’m glad we could fix that,” I returned wanly. He let out a chuckle. Digging his fingers into the smooth face of my ass, he began to peel the globes apart, making me shiver as I leaned against his chest. Then a probing finger touched my wet entrance. He paused. “What’s this?” My heart skipped a beat. “Oh,” I responded nervously. Instinctively my body moved to pull back, but then one of his hands rose and it was futile- like a steel cable across my back, locking me in place. “That,” I said slowly, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry, “That would be my ex.” A moment of silence fell upon us. The hand digging into my pucker pulled back and I managed to wrestle my face to the side. From the corner of my eye I could see him looking at his paw, examining the sheen of translucent cum on the tip of his index finger. To my surprise, he licked it. “Hot,” he responded, then reached back down, gathering more of the viscous fluid that had just started to leak out slowly onto his jeans. Once satisfied, I felt the arm on my back ease up and he let me pull back, only to press the cum-soaked finger against my lips. My dick immediately sprang to life. “Was it any good?” he asked as my mouth accepted the offering, swirling the tongue around his fingertip as he watched me lap away Tom’s juices. As the finger left my mouth, I licked my lips. “It was... alright, I guess. Kind of rough.” “I see,” he returned softly. “You like rough?” My voice hitched. Oh if only you knew, my brain snickered. On the outside, my voice returned coyly, “Sometimes. Maybe. Depends on the other person.” “I see.” Then a pause. All I could really feel was his fingers stroking my back gently. I began to wonder if I’d done something wrong. “Chris?” I asked. “Are you sure about this?” he asked slowly, carefully. “Sure about what?” I echoed. And then suddenly I was facing the bedside table. Following his bicep to forearm to outstretched fingers, I spied the instruments from earlier—specifically the rigs. “This,” he clarified. Oh. That. My stomach knotted. I licked my lips. “I think so.” “Think?” he repeated. Heavy hands stroked my arm, soothing and warm. I nestled in closer, enjoying the arm around my waist. A moment passed. Then another. Words were suddenly tough. I opened my mouth to speak but everything snagged and I gave up, shutting my mouth as I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “Daniel...” he said gently, nearly making me jump. “It’s okay if you just want to smoke. We’re going to have a good time either way, right?” “I know but...” “But what?” he asked softly. Well, there it was; I wasn’t going to be allowed indecision here. And he had very graciously offered me a way out. My eyes wandered to the loaded pipe. The tina had melted into the lower hemisphere, giving it a pearly look. And in that pearly gloss there was something comfortably familiar to it. But as my gaze wandered back to the pair of syringes, all loaded and set aside for us, my heart pounded inside my chest. Excitement crept upon me. Sucking in a deep breath, I provided my answer before I could formulate a proper case against it. “I want to try it,” I admitted. “With you.” Chris stared at me for a good minute. Slowly, an eager smile spread across his face. “Good.” He almost sounded relieved. With the G beginning to hit me, a clumsy warmth had radiated outwards from my gut and sunk into the extremities where it settled. Messily, I shuffled off Chris’s lap, planting a kiss on his fuzzy cheek as I went. Rising from the bed, he gathered one of the syringes and looked around for a moment, brow furrowed in contemplation, before opening the drawer and retrieving a bright orange rubber strap and a pair of square swab packets. Settling down in front of me, kneeling to keep himself level, he tied the rubber band around my arm. “Make a fist.” Within a few moments, he’d found the vein. Tearing the packet with his front teeth, he wiped the faint bump with an alcohol swab and licked his lips, eyes narrowed in focus as the tip of the needle approached the raised flesh. “Let me know if it hurts. At all. Ok?” I nodded, sucking in a breath to brace myself. I didn’t like needles. Probably the main reason I hadn’t learned how to do this myself. Or done this. Well, that and Sam didn’t like them either. The prick through skin stung but only momentarily. Subsiding as quickly as it came, Chris glanced up at me, prompting me to shake my head. Nodding, he slowly he pulled back on the plunger, drawing a flash of blood. “Anything?” he asked. Once more I shook my head. “Good.” And then he pressed forward, unloading the chemicals into my arm. Wasting no time, he smoothly retracted the needle, placed a cotton-ball on the entry point, and released the orange band from my arm. “Arm up. Hold that. And lie back,” he instructed. Hand above my head, holding the ball in place as told, I sunk back onto the bed and wondered when it would hit me. It wasn’t long. Within maybe two seconds I could feel my skin flush, like I’d suddenly been plugged into the wall and electrocuted. Coursing over my arms, finding my chest and stomach, traveling down into my legs and toes, then all the way up my neck. Like a tingling, tickling fire the burning feeling built in my throat, rapidly reaching a fever pitch and I coughed hard, involuntarily releasing the cotton as I clutched my chest and heaved. With each retching gasp, pleasure ripped through my body, making me shake as I rode the wave. Above, Chris simply watched, smiling from ear to ear as I unraveled in front of him. Whether it was fifteen seconds or five minutes before I regained the ability to speak I do not know. What I do recall is what I said. “Holy fuck.” The remark was whispered as my hands moved on their own accord—up to my face, then down across my chest, and experimentally grazing my swollen nipples. Then they migrated south, detouring at my cock, exploring my twitching hole, and completing their lap by returning to my face. Everything twitched. My skin buzzed. And there was a ringing in my ears that made everything seem so close and far at the same time. “It’s... I can’t... oh my god...” I stammered, panting on the bed. In my head the apprehensions were melting away—reservations disappearing in a maelstrom of heat—leaving nothing but impulse, fantasy, and want. Everything felt like a good idea. Cum, piss, cocks, toys, fists, pain, humiliation- my mind jumped from idea to idea, pirouetting from scene to scene, electrified by the prospect of my current companion holding my hand as we delved into pig hell. Roaring through my mind, the need to be used like a fuck-toy all but raced through my head, liberated from its cage by the chemicals hijacking me. Peeling my hands away from my face, I turned to Chris. “It’s so much,” I whispered. To this, Chris chuckled, spotting his own vein as he aimed the syringe. “Just breathe, baby,” he instructed. “I’ll be there soon.” His cough was considerably less laboured. And as the strap fell away he began to undress, shucking his loose button-up over his shoulders, allowing me to see his powerful biceps and thick chest muscles that were loosely covered by red and gray hair. And, deliciously, a pair hairy armpits that reeked with sweat. Reflexively, I licked my lips. Then he began to remove his jeans, unfastening the button and sliding them past his hairy legs as he removed them with his boxers. He was already getting hard- between his legs sat a chubby cock, nestled in a patch of red hair and two huge, low-hanging balls. Resting his weight on his forearm, he settled on his side next to me. “So,” he asked, licking his fingers before pressing his hand against my chest. “How are you feeling?” The bass tones of his voice were lightened by amusement as his finger and thumb found one of my swollen nipples. Inhaling sharply as he rolled them between his heavy digits, I let out a yelp as he gave a quick squeeze. Finding my bearings, riding the exhilarating pleasure, I managed to suck in a lungful of air. “Amazing,” I breathed, rising from the bed, biting my lip as I took in his full naked body- from his huge hands to his growing dick, to the powerful centre that connected them all. Imagining my holes used like sleeves for every part sticking out of him—a human waste receptacle for his cum and piss. Someone’s boy to use. His boy to use. “Better than puffing it?” he teased, grinning from ear to ear. “Definitely,” I agreed. “Good,” he growled, pulling me close in a crushing kiss. Breathless as we broke away, I felt giddy. Suckling his neck, I moved in close, balancing myself on my knees around one of his resting thighs. I needed to taste him. Reaching gently for one of his arms, I touched the thin layer of fur, then lightly lifted it with his assistance above his head and dug my tongue into his hairy pit. With him palming the back of my head to pull me closer, I inhaled the heavy, musky smell and my body jolted with excitement. Lapping at the sweaty, salty, acidic flavour I drank greedily until there was nothing left and let out a pleading noise. Above, he chuckled throatily and released my face as the other arm rose in an invitation that I was happy to accept. Electing to not grip my head this time, his free hand found its way to my ass-cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to make me yelp as I continued to service him. Between the smooth globes his fingers crawled, teasing my hole as it traced the outside, gathering the leaking cum. Shifting my weight, I arched my back, inviting the finger for closer inspection. Still slightly slick with Sam’s load, his ring finger pushed onwards roughly, making every nerve tingle. But all I could think was more. “Please,” I begged. “Please what, boy?” he teased, extracting the intruding digit only to thrust it back inside. Pulling away from his pit, I looked at the heavy, hungry expression that had overtaken Chris’s initially welcoming features. Something distinctly dark had taken over his face—the same unhinged need the chemicals had unleashed in myself, but funneled through his want to control. My chest fluttered in delight. “I want you to use me,” I whispered. “To fuck me. To fill me.” Studying my face, all twisted with need, his dilated eyes narrowed slightly, his breathing soft and slow. “I’m gonna do a lot more than that, Daniel.” My breathing hitched. “I know,” I whispered. “I’m gonna ruin you,” he growled, burying his face in my neck, sucking the soft skin as he bit down. I let out a groan, feeling the skin tingle as his teeth sunk. Traveling up to my ear, he licked as he went, nipping my earlobe before settling his mouth just outside. I could hear his heavy panting and it made me crackle with excitement. “And you’d just let me, wouldn’t you,” he hissed, digging his finger deeper, coating it in Sam’s splooge, wriggling it to ease it in to the knuckle. “I bet you’d let a hundred guys fuck you if I wanted.” “And then some,” I agreed softly. “Two at a time even, all snug inside your little boy hole, just to make sure everyone’s served,” he growled as he pulled back only to slip his middle finger inside alongside, making sure I felt the stretching as his fingernail scraped against my insides. “As many as you’d want to fit,” I whimpered, revelling in the burn as he worked my hole. His voice made a rumble of appreciation. “Get that hole open, puffy, and swollen. Just oozing with cum,” he hissed, turning his fingers as he spoke. “Running down your legs in streams.” “Stuffing it back inside me with your hands,” I whispered, my heartbeat quickening as the words formed. “Shoving it into my guts with your arm. Cleaning every cock that blows inside me with my mouth.” Groaning, his fingers left my ass and were quickly shoved into my mouth. Nursing them, my tongue swirled around the faint taste of my juices mixed with the salty, musky flavour of Sam. All the while, his expression darkened, his teeth coming together. Glancing down, I saw his cock stood upright, thick veins bulging up every inch of the beer-can shaft, leading up towards a mushroom head leaking pre-cum. Pulling away from the fingers I sunk down, arching my back as my legs stretched to balance my body on my hands and knees. Up close I estimated him at approaching nine inches, maybe eight-and-a-half. Inhaling through my nose I took in the pungent aroma of dried piss mixed with sweat and his natural musky odour. Entranced, my mouth opened, drawing the head inside as my hand reached to grip the thick shaft. Making a noise of appreciation, he opened his legs a bit, running his fingers through my hair and resting them on the back of my head gently. Now, full disclosure—I am far from the best at blowjobs in the universe. And in many positions I frequently have trouble deep-throating. But in the moment, with the tina racing through me, I thought I could do anything and I found myself relaxing my jaw, easing the muscles and sliding down on him as best I could. It was somewhat successful. Letting out a groan as his head pressed my throat muscles, not quite unclenched enough or at the best angle for passage, his shaft slipped and slid along my wet mouth. My glands were working overtime, pumping out saliva as I dragged my tongue from trunk to top, swirling around his glans as I came up. Up and down I went, swallowing the excess spit as his hand guided me with gentle pressure. “Wait,” he grunted. Popping up for air, I awaited further instruction as he released my head and pointed to my crotch. “Bring that ass here,” he ordered. Obediently, I turned around, balancing on my hands and knees. Setting my legs around his thick torso, his back sunk into the mattress. Shuffling along until my mouth was lined up a perfect forty five degree angle with his cock and my ass stood above his pecs, his hands reached up, gripping my ass-cheeks hard as he spread them wide. The bed creaked—reacting to him rising—and I lowered my open mouth back onto his cock as his face pushed into my crack, beard scratching the inside of my cheeks as he dug in. Locked in his powerful grip, I inhaled through my nose, relaxing my throat as I measured the angle and aligned myself accordingly. And then I went slid down, feeling his cock brush against the back of my gullet. Easing up further, the entrance opened, allowing him to push past my throat muscles with a slight raise of his hips as I buried my nose in his pubes. Letting out of a guttural groan as I took him to the root, I could feel the sound vibrate against my ass, making me tingle with anticipation as my throat worked his massive rod. Meanwhile, he paused momentarily to stare at my just-leaking hole, before his wide tongue gave one long, slow lick against my puckered opening, sending shivers up my spine as I fucked my face on him. “Fucking hot hole,” he growled, then dug in, all but mashing his face into me. Scratching around my hole with his beard in the best way possible his thick tongue plunged into the load left by Sam. Sucking and slurping, making my ass as wet as he could as he sought depth I lost focus, tingling from end to end, and pulled up involuntarily to nurse his head. Below, his hips bucked. Right. Refocusing despite the warmth and tingling in my hole, I relaxed once more, breathing through my nose as I took him down. Pulling away from my hole for just a moment, he gave my ass a slam. “Tastes so good,” he rumbled, then dug back in. Slick with spit, acclimatizing to the motion and high as a kite, I got bolder. Pulling all the way up his head, I’d spend a moment focusing there, then lower myself and push past the throat muscles, holding him down as I swallowed around him. Then repeat. Following this rhythm, he’d dig hard, using his index and middle fingers to pry me open as he tried to stuff his whole tongue up my ass. Then as I came up he’d pull back, lapping at the salty cum, spit, and ass-juices that he’d displaced. Punctuating with the odd nip or bite against my cheeks, or stinging slap against my ass, we continued like this for several minutes—maybe five, maybe ten, it’s hard to say. Our cadence was broken by him pushing my waist off his body. “Get up,” he instructed. Pulling my mouth away from his cock, I looked over my shoulder. Face red, he was breathing was hard. “I want you to sit on it.” Crawling forward, I straddled his lap as he sat up. Guiding his cock to my slick hole, his hand grabbed my back and pulled me into a deep kiss, making me taste the mix of his spit, my ass, and Sam’s salty cum as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Meanwhile, my hand gripped his slippery cock, holding it in my hand as it rubbed against my entrance. Briefly, Chris pulled away from the kiss. Reaching over to the bedside table his arm dug haphazardly through the contents of the drawer until he retrieved a tube of silicon lube and a small bottle of poppers. Popping the lids he greased his shaft and held the poppers below my nostrils, encouraging me to inhale. As the heat blossomed in my chest it mingled with the existing high and made my whole body shiver, muscles melting into putty. Meanwhile he capped the poppers and set them aside, placing his hands back to my sides. “Breathe and sit,” he commanded, then sunk back onto the mattress, placing his hands on my waist to hold me in place. Slowly, I began to lower myself. Despite being wet with spit, lube, and cum, it still took effort to accommodate him. Pushing past the sphincter, he slid in, stretching as my muscles groaned and ached at the intrusion. Gasping, I set my hands on his stomach, shutting my eyes as I took a deep breath. “It’s so much,” I whimpered. “I know, baby. Just breathe,” he encouraged. It was a slow process—I had no doubts that my guts had been roughed up but in a twisted way it made me want it more. Below, he’d stroke my sides reassuringly, telling me how good of a boy I was as I slid down inch by inch. Finally I felt it—the pubic hair rubbing against my pucker. I opened my eyes and glanced below. “It’s all there,” I breathed. “I know,” he confirmed, grinning from ear to ear. “How do you feel?” he asked. I shifted my hips. “Full,” I said blithely. “Very full. But good.” “Good,” he echoed. Reaching to the side, he retrieved the poppers. “Take some,” he instructed, handing them off to me. “I’m going to start moving.” Nodding, I uncapped the lid and took two long, heavy inhales on each side and focused on the feeling in my ass—each inch stretching my hole around him. In time with the heat spreading through my body, his hands returned their grip to my waist making my hips shift—as if doing so would help him get in further. Above I closed the bottle and tossed it aside. Pausing to appreciate the depth, we both stared at each other for just moment. Then slowly, I raised my hips only to come slamming down on him as his vice-like grip pulled at the exact moment his hips jerked in a brutal thrust. Establishing this as our rhythm, my legs rose once more. On cue, his legs pumped as his arms yanked me back down. Letting out a cry, I settled into the pace, holding onto him as we pushed onwards. Buried so far down that his balls slapped up against me as he pounded, my cock was only half-hard from the tina but it didn’t stop it from leaking pre-cum all over his stomach. Battering my prostate, all but forcing the fluid out of me, he drove in harder and harder with every shove. More. Please, God, more. All the while, Chris kept his eyes locked on mine, growling intermittently as he fucked Sam’s cum deeper into my ass. “Fucking slut,” he snarled, his hips lurching as he buried himself into me. “Seeing someone before me.” Another thrust, making my guts stretch as I gasped. “Took his load.” Thrust. “Then came right here for more.” Another thrust and I found myself breaking apart, dissolving into whimpers on top of him. “Yes,” I moaned. “Could have just come here,” he growled. “Instead made me wait all fucking day for you. But you needed his load, didn’t you?” “I did,” I gasped. “Sleazy, slutty boy. Coming over with some man’s load up your ass. Just can’t help yourself.” I couldn’t make words. He was so deep. Practically punching my prostate with his cock-head, I let out a noise halfway between a gurgle and a groan, covering my face with my hands as he took control of the pace. “Isn’t. This. Better.” Each word was punctuated with a brutal thrust. Knocked off balance, I threatened to tumble over and was forced me to lean forwards, pressing my hands against his pecs for support. “So much better,” I wailed. “Fucking right it is.” And with that, he gripped harder, digging his fingers into my sides—I had no illusions there would be bruises later—and pushed our combined weight forward. Letting out a yelp as I toppled over, my back hit the mattress. Then he gathered my legs and pulled them above his shoulders, dragging me up so he had a forty-five degree angle to drive into my hole. I couldn’t tell you how long he fucked me like that for—I just remember holding onto the bed and moaning as he pumped in and out of me, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts because I couldn’t get him far enough inside me. And then the furrowing of his brow as he shut his eyes and grit his teeth, signalling the end of the moment as he let out a guttural roar, slamming into me as far as he could. Inside I felt the delicious wet warmth spread inside my ass making my heart race as my legs squeezed him and my arms came up to hold onto him. My face buried itself in his neck. Being careful not to crush me under his weight, Chris came down, eyes shut, propping himself up on his forearms for support. My stomach was wet. More precum had been fucked out of me. I was even almost hard. And as we pulled away, and he opened his eyes, his mouth parted slightly, panting, studying me. “Slut,” he said softly. Through laboured breathing, I nodded. “My slut,” he corrected. And with that remark we reached a mutual understanding—that this was the price of admission for more. Gazing up into his murky blue eyes, my breath caught in my throat. Covered in our mingled sweat, skin pulsing with electricity, heart racing with chemically induced emotion, we both already knew my answer. “Your slut,” I agreed.

Last Thursday I was feeling pretty cockhungry so decided to whore out at the one of the local bookstores. As mentioned before, when in a super slutty mood, I like to find one of the darker booths and just back my ass up to the gloryhole. No questions are required or asked. That night ended up having an above average amount of guys willing to not only fuck, but do so raw. One guy pulled me out of the booth and fucked me in the hallway. I tend to prefer to stay anon, but he was a fucking hot punk type and had no hesitation saying "yes" when I asked if I could wear the pup hood as he rawdogged me. When all was said and done I had at least 4 loads in my hole (maybe more). I went to a private booth to bask in my filth and felched out a bit of the bounty to sample (even scooped some of my drippings off the floor, which is a first to be honest). I closed out the store at 2AM and somehow a piggy friend's ears must have been burning because I got a message on NKP asking if I wanted in on a threesome? I asked him should I shower and clean out, and he answered correctly with "hell no". So I grabbed some gear and ended up spending the majority of the time in the sling getting destroyed by our equally piggy younger friend with a huge uncut slab. Everyone very much enjoyed my very loose, very full hole and I was very grateful of the timing. I drove the younger guy home and ended up hitting one last bookstore (the REALLY dirty one) on the way home just because it was along the way and because I could use a topping off. Sadly no more nuts, but did have a guy almost fist me but I was a bit too sore from the shenanigans. This was an exceptionally productive night across the boards and one I needed badly. Enjoy some media from the festivities. Woof! .

Part 9 - 21 Years In The Making Maria called out from the open door asking if I wanted breakfast before she started cleaning. I sat down at the island in the kitchen and ate some fruit and yoghurt chatting away with Maria then helped her clean the lounge by our bedroom. At midday I received a text from Mike telling me that Steve had arrived and they were setting off having picked up Sean from the diner as he worked an early shift. It was a good couple of hours from the airport side of Dallas where they were. I was about to go for a swim when the there was a knock at the front door. Maria was already there and signing for a delivery, she held a couple of parcels in her arms and walked in to the family room. "Tommy, you have parcels here" she called out. I wandered in carrying a towel "Who are they from?" I asked putting the towel down on the counter. Maria shrugged her shoulders "I don't know there is no sender details". Curiously I looked and saw it was send from a depot in New Jersey "That's strange I don't know anyone there". Maria looked at me "Well someone knows you, but why it has been sent without a return address?" she asked. Well curiosity got the better of me when Maria handed me the scissors to undo the smaller parcel. I remove the packaging to find a white shoe box, on the lid was two highly embossed black letter J's back to back. I must have broken the world record in smiling as Maria laughed seeing my face light up. Everything clicked in to place and I knew who the anonymous parcels were from, eagerly I opened the box to find a pair of running trainers, pale green and white in colour with the two letter J's embroidered on. There was a little hand written note inside that I read 'From my new range'. Silly I know but just that note brightened my day. "Those are a fine pair of trainers looking at the quality" Maria said rubbing my head. I looked up at her "It's not the trainers, it's who they are from" I said and she nodded and smiled. "This one is from the same sender" she said handing me the bigger parcel. Removing the outer packaging it was a much larger box, again white in colour with the two letter J's on the lid, removing it I unfolded the lining paper to discover a black suit with another hand written note 'TFT tailored just for you and some other bits. Happy birthday, J M E'. I smiled reading the note, it meant the world to me as he hadn't forgotten me, I knew exactly who the E referred to on the note. Lifting the suit up there was boxes of underwear and 4 polo shirts in different colours. I picked everything up and took it back to the bedroom and left them on the bed for now. Returning to have my swim I spent nearly an hour enjoying the cool water in the pool as the heat of the afternoon was encroaching and getting very oppressive meaning there was a storm looming somewhere on the horizon. Standing on the doorstep the car pulled up, Steve was the first out and run straight for me leaving the car door open, he kissed me and hugged me tightly clearly happy to see me. Mike walked over with Sean who was gobsmacked looking at the ranch house in a world of his own taking everything in. Sean was a bundle of nerves and felt way out of his comfort zone, I wasn't going to let him feel uncomfortable so I walked up to him and planted a big kiss squarely on his lips and held him. "I'm so glad you came Sean" I said to him watching his amazing smile appear on his face. "Thanks for inviting me Tom" he said. "And don't worry we will look after you" I assured him, taking his hand we walked in to the ranch house. Sean looked around "Is he not here?" he asked seeing a confused look on my face "your step-brother" he said. "Oh, no he is working, he will be back around 6pm" I replied then stopped "Why are you interested?" I asked. Sean chuckled "No, I mean not in that way. Mike said he was pretty sexy wanted to see for myself" he said. I laughed "Yeah he is" I said putting my arm around his shoulder "very very sexy, what else has he told you?" "That he is pretending to be straight" Sean replied looking at the grin on my face "Oh no you haven't?". I knew what he meant "Oh yes, he is my step-brother" I laughed sounding ridiculous and emphasising the words. Mike came up behind us "What are we doing then?" he asked slapping our asses. I suggested sitting out by the pool which everyone agreed to as a nice way of cooling down and relaxing as they had all had busy weeks. Lucky them I thought showing them in to our bedroom to get changed, Steve was first to notice the boxes on my bed. "They arrived then" he said looking at the trainers. I walked over to him "Did you know about this" I asked seeing him nod. "Yes, I had to discreetly send your measurements to Jacob. He still thinks about you, so does Eddie" he replied. Steve hugged me "Thanks Steve. I thought they would have forgotten about me". "No way, put them on" he said nodding to the trainers "give me your phone". Steve took a photo of the trainers and posted it on my twitter feed "Marcus asked me to do this" he said. I saw a response come straight away from a Joshua_Medina 'Can't wait to try them on :))' so he was following me and quite avidly so it seemed. Steve asked who it was and I told him he would meet him tomorrow as an old school friend of mine. Mike looked at his profile picture 'gay' was all he said slipping in to his swimwear. Sean sat on the bed looking a little embarrassed and without saying a word I pulled a pair of trunks out from my chest of draws and handed them to him 'You can keep them' I said quietly to him. I made sure during our afternoon that Sean was well looked after and included, after all I had some idea what he was going through. Maria produced a jug of homemade lemonade and fruit, Sean was quite happy swimming around with me in the pool, Mike poured a couple of cups and brought them to the side of the pool. We had no idea where time went, Brad came out of the bedroom French windows on the terrace smiling, he had already changed out of his works clothes and seeing Mike and Steve he went over to say hello. "And who is this?" Brad asked walking towards Sean who was standing very close to me in the pool. I pushed Sean forward "This is Sean, and this is my step-brother Brad" I said "say hello nicely you two". Sean blushed and held out his hand to Brad who took it, he could feel Sean tugging "Don't you dare" he grinned at Sean. "Don't do what?" Sean replied looking all innocent gripping harder on Brad's hand. Brad laughed "Your so brave" he said mocking Sean who in turned pulled Brad forward in to the pool. Sean tried to escape but Brad had hold of him in a frontal bear hug until he apologised and Brad released his hold on him. Brad climbed out of the pool and took his shorts and t-shirt off he looked over at Sean 'I like you' he said grinning at him and grabbing a towel to wipe his face. Sean certainly cut a figure in the pool I noticed and so had Brad. I pushed Sean to the steps telling him we need to get dry and cleaned up for dinner, exiting the pool Brad passed us both a towel and kissed me on the lips giving Mike the opportunity to wolf whistle whilst Steve and Sean looked on confused at the situation. I took Sean in to the bathroom to shower "Your really a nice guy Tom, I'm so glad we met" Sean said. I leaned against the sink watching him stand under the water "Same here and Brad likes you" I said. Sean smiled "No ones ever been this nice to me before, they all think I am rough trade" he admitted. Brad walked in to the bathroom "Sexy rough trade" he said, Sean quickly covering his cock embarrassed. I laughed "Don't mind him" I said "anyway people are to quick to judge Sean" I said as Brad took his clothes off. "Do you mind?" Brad asked me. "No, I should tell you we slept together last weekend" I said being truthful to Brad. Brad smiled "Not so innocent are you" he said stroking my face "And your not so innocent either" he said to Sean. Sean stood aside as Brad walked in to the shower standing close to him "Mind washing my back?" he asked. I left them to it and went back to the bedroom "Did he get in the shower with Sean?" Mike asked. "Yes, quite proud of him, he is beginning to really embrace who he is" I replied sitting on the bed. Steve looked up "Who Brad or Sean?" he giggled "That's one threesome I wouldn't mind". The one thing Brad and I had discussed was about having a type of open relationship that he had heard gay people did. Yeah that completely threw me but he stipulated it was only open as far as we were both involved, I felt more comfortable about that idea rather than just being open completely. My stipulation to the rule was no women and he laughed and said he was done once and for all with Melinda. Brad and Sean returned from their shower as I was putting the polo shirts away in the closet. I called Sean over and gave him a JJ polo shirt since I had collected quite a few of them now and they were cluttering up my closet. He was close to welling up at my generosity and out of thanks he said he would wear it tomorrow at my birthday dinner. The evening was pretty noisy with lots of chatter and laughing. Steve and I left the rest having coffee whilst we went for a short stroll mostly to catch up on things in LA, he was good for the gossip and he didn't disappoint. Eric's contract expired and wasn't renewed and he was shown the door. Patricia was at wits end being bombarded by requests for me to model, he did confide in me that her profit forecast had dropped by 20% mostly due to me. As bad as the terms were I did kind of feel sorry leaving things in such a mess. Steve stopped and told me that she has found my twitter page and was following it, Eddie has refused point blank to shoot for her and Jacob has terminated their agreement. I wanted to hear more about Eddie but Steve cautiously evaded the question. We started walking back to the house and he told me that Patricia had suspected he would be seeing me this weekend. I looked at him "That's not all is it?" I said putting my arm around his shoulder. "No, she asked me to fish around and if you would model again" he said "I have to report back tomorrow". I chuckled "So she hasn't fired you for seeing me then?" I asked. Steve laughed "No, she would be lost without me and she knows it" he replied "would you ever consider it?". I stopped walking and looked at him "To be honest I have put it all behind me Steve" I admitted to him. He smiled "You have no idea the publicity storm you caused going in to JJ's in Dallas last week". I smiled at him and continued walking "I don't want to know" I said "I'm happy here". Steve chuckled "Well let's just say she was annoyed, livid, probably angry you weren't hers" he said. "I do miss it a bit. I mean it was fun and I met some amazing people" I said slapping Steve's ass. "This Brad and you thing serious then?" he asked answering his question "Mike says it is". I kissed him on the cheek "Getting there I think Sean being here may help a little more". "Yeah, he is so god dam straight looking and attractive for a young guy" Steve confessed entering the house. Steve grabbed hold of me "She wants you modelling for her Tom, just adhoc, nothing contractual" he emphasised. "I'm not saying no, but I just don't know yet" I said "she didn't believe me about Eric and that hurt". "Okay enough of that I have done my bit now lets enjoy this weekend" Steve said joining the other three. It was way past midnight when we decided to head to bed, Seth and my mother had arrived back home from their date night and were pleased to see Mike and Steve and thought the world of Sean and his over politeness until Seth told him to act normally. Brad showed Mike and Steve to their room in the main house and I took Sean back to the east wing. "So Joshua comes tomorrow and you and he will bed here if that is okay with you?" I asked him. Sean smiled "Yeah I can crash anywhere" he said. Brad walked in "Oh your not sleeping here come on" he said dragging Sean up from the sofa. "No it's okay really" Sean protested but was not winning. "Here you take my bed I will sleep with Tom" Brad said pointing defiantly to the bed. "Okay dude you win" Sean said chuckling. Brad looked over at Sean "If you get lonely you can hop in with us". "Brad" I said shocked and amused by his complete change "I'm sorry Sean" I giggled. Sean grinned and shrugged his shoulders getting in to Brad's bed. I climbed in to my bed and Brad picked up the book and put it down next to me, I tried to protest that it was late but I couldn't say no to him. He snuggled down and I started reading, Sean leaned up in bed looking over at us for a few minutes. He slipped out of bed and came round to the other side of me jiggling his way in to bed. I ended up with both their head leaning against my chest, arms around their necks trying to hold the book steady. I continued reading and Brad turned the pages for me, Sean was obviously knackered and he quickly fell asleep against me. Brad took the book and placed it at the bottom of the bed, I leaned over and turned the light out. By morning I was cuddled up to Sean and Brad was spooning me, being stuck in the middle of two hot guys was literally hot, pushing the sheet down in an attempt to get some air around my body to cool me down I was trying to be discreet so not to wake them. It was already 10am my movement had stirred Sean and he pushed his chest up closer to me, his arm laying across me and on Brad. My phone started ringing and I quickly tried to pick it up leaning across Sean I grabbed it and answered the facetime call from Mike. "Are you awake, we are?" he asked still laying in bed "happy birthday The Model Called Tom" they both shouted. For a moment I had forgotten "Thanks guys" replying I held the phone away getting all three of us in shot. I heard Steve screech "No you didn't" he said laughing at the sight of us and waking Brad up. "I need to go swim I am so hot stuck here in the middle" I said to Mike and Steve. Steve nodded "Meet you at the pool in 5" he said and they hung up. So I tried to get out of bed by going towards the bottom but Sean and Brad thought it would be funny to hold my legs and keep dragging me back every time I nearly made it to the end of the bed. Brad managed to flip me over on to my back and Sean straddled me holding my arms down. He leaned forward 'Happy birthday' he said and kissed me on the lips giggling. Brad pushed him off and had his turn 'Happy birthday sexy' he said moving his head closer, our lips meeting and kissing for several moments as Sean sat there making funny noises. Brad let me go then slapped Sean's ass. I was laughing so hard I forgot what I was doing until Mike walked in and came to my rescue helping me escape them. I ran out naked and jumped in to the pool then heard splashes behind as Brad and Sean followed me out. Steve stood there and whipped his trunks off 'What the hell' he said, Mike pulled his down and jumped in. Everything felt different and a certain fun had returned, something that seemed to have been amiss from my life and between Brad and myself for ages. Maria came outside wishing me happy birthday and set breakfast up for us on the terrace, it took a while before she realised we were all naked and threatening to take pictures of us if anyone got out before she was done. Hungry wasn't the word when we sat down and ate finally, I sent a text to Joshua making sure he brought some swim wear with him, he sent a reply confirming he would and he was leaving his parents now. Mike was excited to meet the guy in the flesh and find out if he was gay. I had cards from each of the guys, Steve had managed to wrangle some CK shirts from a shoot which were amazing, not as good as Jacob's of course but still they fitted me perfectly. I had made it clear I didn't want gifts from anyone just them here celebrating was enough. Seth and my mother popped by wishing me happy birthday and handing me the only present I asked for, a new phone. They were heading out for the day and would be back later in the afternoon for the birthday dinner. A little while later Maria appeared telling me a car was pulling up, I jumped up and ran to the front door and opened it just as Joshua got out, he looked even sexier in his tailored shorts and casual shirt. I ran over and hugged him as he wished me happy birthday. "Come on, let's go meet the guys" I said but Joshua held back. "Tom" he said and I turned to face him "I don't want things to be awkward or you to find out from anyone else". I smiled and grabbed his hand "Joshua" I said and he looked me in the eye "Be yourself here" I said. He smiled and walked with me in to the house "Bit nervous meeting your friends" he said. "You know Brad" I said, I didn't want to tell him everyone here is gay, he had to find that out himself. Brad was in the family room getting coffee "Hey Joshua, nice to see you out of your business suit" he smiled. "Hi Brad" he stumbled blushing looking at Brad "you certainly look different with no clothes on" he said. "Guys meet Joshua" I said taking him out side "Joshua this is Mike, Steve and Sean". They each came over to say hello, Sean as usual his shy self hung back. Mike, Steve and I saw it straight away, the moment Sean and Joshua clapped eyes on each other it was like the 4th of July between them. Both being coy and probably feeling attracted to each other beyond reasoning. It was to be frank quite amazing seeing this happen in front of your eyes, they shook hands awkwardly trying to avoid each others gaze. "There is you answer" Mike said winking at me. I seized the opportunity "Joshua want to help me with the picnic" I suggested. "Yes, of course" he said beaming at me passing Brad as we walked inside. "Here" I handed him the hamper basket "you okay, now you have met them?" I asked. Joshua looked at me "Tom, I feel a little silly" he started saying "but Sean... is he gay?" he asked in a hushed voice. I handed him napkins "Why do you want to know?" I asked waiting for him to reveal himself. Sean looked out to the terrace "The way he looked at me just now" he replied not giving anything away. "He seemed to fancy you" I replied passing deli meats to him "Do you fancy him?" I asked. Joshua paused for a moment then looked at me and nodded "Yes" he replied staring at me waiting for a response. I wrapped the bread and handed it to him "He is single, and an amazing person on the inside". I could see Joshua smile "Thanks" he said packing the bread in the hamper basket. "For what?" I asked holding up the salami and chorizo "Italian or Spanish sausage" I grinned. Joshua turned to me "For not judging me" he said "Umm never had either" I could tell what he was thinking. I laughed waving the sausages "Both I guess" I said handing them to him. Joshua held the sausage up and looked at me "So which do you prefer?" he asked looking at me waiting. Chuckling at him "Put them in the basket" I said watching him "Chorizo" I replied and winked at him. Joshua picked up on my response and almost like a different person he immediately began opening up. We continued to chat and pack the hamper up, outside Brad and Sean were certainly hitting it off sat on the terrace talking, clearly you could see Sean gazing at Joshua standing next to me in between conversation. I considered for a moment playing matchmaker but thought it might be pushing Joshua or Sean to far. Through all the things that had happened I really had forgotten how much I actually liked him in high school, we sat together in several lessons but it just goes to show you never really know someone until you are out of school. "I am sorry, you know for all the time at school and I never really spent with you" I said to him. Joshua looked up surprised "I guess outside of class we had our own friends. Anyway you was popular" he said. "Popular?" I asked looking at him "you will need to explain that" handing him some cheese. "Brad and you always had girls flocking around you both, you two really stuck together" he explained. I chuckled "He was looking after me, living way out here we just bonded, rather to well it would seem" I told him. Joshua nodded "Yeah I guess so" he stopped looking at Brad "It makes my day when he comes in to the bank". "Who Brad?" I asked and he nodded, I smiled looking at Brad. Joshua looked at me "What about you, I mean you must have guys clammering to bed you?" he asked smirking. I smiled "Well there was a photographer" I said then stopped "this conversation is for another day Joshua" I said quietly. Joshua took me by surprise as if he knew something was under there and hugged me "Sure, I understand" he said. He smiled "Does that mean we will see each other. I mean as friends" he quickly corrected himself. "Of course, anyway I want to see how things progress" I replied winking at him. Joshua looked confused "What things?" he asked me closing hamper lip. I smiled "Just things" I said placing the rest of the cheese in the fridge "Come on to the SUV with the food". I wanted to tell him about Brad but decided it was best if Brad made the move when he was ready to tell people or if they caught us kissing, since Joshua's arrival Brad had played it down a lot. We loaded the SUV with the hamper basket and Joshua asked where we were actually going. Stupidly I hadn't told him so pointed out towards the trees and told him about the shallow Medina river that runs through here and it is a place Brad and I escape to during the summer. Brad and the others appeared carrying blankets, towels and a couple of books. I laughed and told him we probably won't be reading. I tried to deliberately put Joshua and Sean together but Brad insisted Joshua sit up front with me whilst the 4 of them squeezed in to the back seat. We walked through the small line of trees in to the open bank fronting the river, Steve, Sean and Joshua all gasped at how beautiful it was here, leaving the hamper in the car for the moment we set up camp on the banks of the river and proceeded to walk a couple of miles following the river and wading in the water. We hadn't gone 50 meters until Brad came by my side and took my hand. Joshua looked on stunned seeing the look Brad gave me as we walked. Steve chuckled and bumped against Joshua knowing he was trying to figure out what was going on between Brad and myself. Joshua deliberately slowing Steve down to get out of earshot from us. "I thought Brad was straight" he said to Steve. Steve put his arm around Joshua "They have been in love for years, just afraid to show it" he said. Sean turned and stood there "Come on you two, stop gossiping" he waited for Joshua and Steve to catch up. They quickly made eye contact and looked away trying to hide whatever they were feeling. Joshua made idle chat with Sean bringing up the rear of the group some 5 meters behind us. Joshua stumbled slightly on a sharp pebble in the water, his hand brushed Sean's regaining his balance. Neither looked at the other as Sean purposely brushed his hand against Joshua's, all you could hear was Joshua laughing. I turned back and smiled, I could see that relationship working as they already had a spark that was unlike anything else I had seen except for Mike and Steve, but that was just outright flirting to start with which developed very quickly moving to the bedroom. Returning to our spot after walking for several hours we sat down and enjoyed our picnic sitting in the sun dangling our feet in the river. Sean was the one who picked up the book and came and sat by me pleading to read a chapter. Mike and Steve wanted to walk the other way up river so they trotted off, we got comfortable and Brad sat behind me resting his head on my shoulder arms around my chest as I began reading. Sean and Joshua laid down close to each other sneaking glances, it was almost palpable waiting for them to share their first kiss and I didn't know what they were waiting for. You would have thought that the romantic setting by the river would be enough. After an hour reading Sean rolled on his stomach resting on his elbows, he clearly wanted to say something but his nerves beat him and he picked strands of grass slowly. I really felt for him knowing he was not the kind of guy who was brave enough to be upfront with his emotions. In Joshua's case he was feeling it and couldn't keep his eyes off Sean, everything about him was just what Joshua imagined to find in a person. The dark clouds were looming and the trees began rustling, like a jack in the box Brad and I jumped up and started packing things up. Piling back in to the SUV we drove back to the ranch house and had a swim in the pool before the storm closed in then went to change for dinner. True to his word Sean put on the polo shirt, I pulled him with me and got out a Jacob strap, his eyes lit up 'I've always wanted to wear one of those' Sean said as I handed it to him. He quickly discarded his underwear and put it on, looking at himself in the mirror he was stunned how much it accentuated your package and he kept grabbing it. I walked over and kissed him 'It is yours to keep', this time he did shed a tear and hugged me hard. Mike walked in having already changed and copped a feel of Sean "God you look amazing" he said hugging him. Sean grinned "I feel so fucking horny dressed like this" he said. Mike looked at me "I have an idea, got another one?" he asked "And a polo shirt" I knew what he was thinking. "Joshua" I called out from the bathroom waiting for him to appear. He almost fell over looking at Sean when he walked in "Here put these on" Mike said to him. Brad had now appeared "Oh this looks interesting" he smirked feeling Sean's exposed ass. "Come on Tom" Mike said "you as well". So the three of us were dressed the same in JJ polo shirts and jock straps, I was desperately trying to hold back as my cock wanted to thrust out being so turned on at the moment seeing the other two. Mike grabbed my phone and told us to go out by the pool. The storm was raging and the black clouds provided the perfect backdrop, I stood in the middle arms around both of then and Mike took a photo and handed me the phone. I laughed saying Eddie could not have caught that better showing Sean and Joshua who just smiled and looked at each other. Joshua was first to ask me to put it on my twitter feed and Sean agreed, I typed 'Birthday celebration and dressed to impress with friends' I linked Joshua but Sean didn't have an account but they both nodded and I hit the tweet button. My followers were still going up, it seemed the more I posted the more people followed me. Within 10 minutes there was over 50k likes and hundreds of comments mostly about wanting all three of us in their beds. Joshua picked up his phone which kept going off as well to find he suddenly had three thousand followers which had gone up by 2,980 in a short space of time, most of his followers were family and friends something he had forgotten. Joshua was taken back for a moment 'Fuck people will know now' he said and shrugging his shoulders. Sean looked "How so, it doesn't refer to anything" he said studying the picture. Joshua laughed "We are wearing jock straps" he pointed out. Sean glanced at Joshua grinning "Yeah, and you look fine" he said drawing out the word fine in his Texan accent. Joshua stared at the picture "You sexy" was all that could get his lips to form. Finally we sat down for my birthday dinner, our parents liked everyone around the table even though they were outnumbered 6 to 2 on gay people. The birthday cake was my favourite black forest gateaux, ever since a young age I loved that taste of morello cherries and chocolate. It was strangely my only indulgence and the best way to my heart if you knew me. The champagne was poured toasting me, I then reminded everyone that Joshua was 21 this week and we toasted him. My phone vibrating all through dinner with PM's dropping in my twitter mail box. As coffee was being prepared I quickly opened my phone and told Sean and Joshua that our picture had been liked by over 60k a feat they couldn't quite comprehend, but neither could I in all fairness. The third message I saw in the list had photos attached and I saw it was from Marcus's private account, the pictures showed that the polo shirts and jock straps from the on line service had all sold out since I posted the picture. The message was brief 'Amazing, take the two guys to the Dallas store, gifts waiting for you all', I smiled and put the phone back in my pocket. The best part of my birthday was having the people I wanted here, my parents went off to their room and the six of us sat outside chatting in the warm evening air now the storm had abated. Steve was feeling randy and dragged Mike off to bed, Brad shouting after them not to make a mess leaving us all laughing loudly. It wasn't long before we headed indoors at just after 11pm, Joshua strangely looking around and asked where he was sleeping. Brad the ever consummate host said he had a choice of in the lounge or in one of the beds but he would have to share with Sean. This was breaking new ground with Joshua since he had never been in bed with another guy, he had a few discreet booty calls around Medina and they were usually quickies before the men went back to their wives or girlfriends, there were very few actual gay men in Medina but plenty that liked to flit the other way for some uncomplicated relief. We gave Sean and Joshua Brad's bed, I would say that was due to Sean having it the night before but he ended up in our bed anyway. It was so cute as they both took apprehensive steps still holding back the pending eruption that was going to happen some time soon. Well that was the plan but no sooner had Brad pestered me to read, there was four of us in one bed, Sean and Joshua either side still in their jacob straps, Brad laying on his stomach in between my legs, his head resting on my stomach occasionally rubbing his chin against my groin making me laugh and but also giving me an incredible erection that I didn't bother hiding. What didn't help was Sean rubbing my left nipple then Joshua started on my right nipple, I threw the book down on the floor giving up 'Fuck I know when I am beaten' I said. Brad lurched forward and kissed me, surprisingly Joshua ran his hand down Brad's body causing him to stop kissing me and look at him. Joshua quickly removed his hand but Brad grabbed it and pulled it towards his own erect cock, he looked like he was going to freak out opening his mouth Brad quickly closed in and kissed Joshua deep. He kissed me then kissed Sean as I took a turn kissing Joshua. Hands roaming everywhere from asses to cock. I pulled away 'Stop, Stop' I called out, the three of them looked at me wondering what I was doing 'You two need to be together, have some alone time' I said thinking about them. Sean looked at Joshua who shrugged his shoulders then full on assaulted me with their mouths kissing and nipping me on my neck and chest. I tried speaking in between laughing wanting help, Brad sat on his knees with his cock out stroking it with one hand and rubbing mine through my underwear with his other hand. Powerless but also very turned on I laid back and pulled Sean up kissing him which halted his attack on me, a strand of saliva between us as I quickly moved on to Joshua who surprisingly kissed me full tongue mode, he was no novice at kissing I laughed inside. Brad grabbed Joshua and gently teased him downwards to his cock, panic overtook he turned to look at Sean for some reason, but he smiled and egged him on. He needed no encouragement and gladly fulfilled a hidden fantasy of his involving Brad, closing his eyes his slipped his lips around the head of Brad's cock. Sean leaned over me and freed is cock pushing it in to my mouth, having done this before with him I knew what he liked as I teased the head of his cock with my tongue then washing the bathing the shaft in saliva I began to work him steadily all the time letting him get deeper in my mouth, all I could hear was the gasps and short moans from Sean, his hand holding my head in place as he began to move his hips quickly partially fucking my face. Brad flipped Joshua on to his back taking up a similar position as Sean had and began working his cock in Joshua's mouth 'holy fuck' Brad spurted out as he began fucking his face harder, Joshua's hands gripping Brad's balls his other hand moving over Brad's ass and teasing his hole. Brad lost control reaching an incredible orgasm the likes he had never felt before. Quickly pulling his cock out and resting it on Joshua's lips it bounced rapidly before firing his hot seed which just seemed to flow without stopping. Joshua opened his mouth and took the last few squirts of seed running his tongue over the head of Brad's cock. Watching the most sexual scene unfolding before his eyes Sean stopped face fucking me but I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth I knew he was about to unload, I got the first load smack bang at the back of my throat causing me to gag before he pulled his cock out of my mouth. With no choice I swallowed and teased the head of his cock with my lips that quickly coated in his creamy warm fluid. I never knew how devious Sean was as he looked at me then started pushing his cock back in to my mouth forcing me to take more of his cum until I was only left with the sticky remnants around my chin and lips. Joshua looked at Sean and flopped his cock out 'Your turn' he said grinning at him, Sean chuckled and slid around the bed as I watched before I realised Brad's lips were around my cock. I looked down not really believing what I was seeing as he performed many of the same actions that Joshua had done to his cock. I was already about to burst my load but something in the way he slowly worked my cock sent me to a tranquil calming place, I wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible. I suddenly found Joshua's body laying next to mine, we both leaned up, I watch Sean working Joshua and he was watching Brad working me. It was only a moment but we seemed to be moaning at the same time then grabbing each other we kissed hard and passionately almost trying to suck each others tongues out, I could taste Brad in his mouth and he could taste Sean in mine. The desire we both felt being worked by the ones we fancied was to much for both us, our kissing enhancing our arousal as we both seemed to time our orgasms locking our lips firmly together. I think I gave the first jump pressing my lips up harder to his and moaning in his mouth, he immediately responded. Sean took Joshua's cock deep as he orgasmed receiving the full force his mouth flooding rapidly. Brad pulled off and licked my shaft as I shot my load over Joshua and myself. Sean so turned on by our kissing leaned over us and drippled the cum from his mouth over our locked lips, we carried on kissing. Sean grabbed Brad pushing him back on the bed and kissing him with the remains of Joshua's cum. Surprised and almost freaked out by Sean's dominance Brad did relax wrapping his arms around him, Brad really seemed to enjoy the feeling of his body lying on top of him. By the time Joshua and I finished kissing we looked up and saw Sean resting in Brad's arms watching us. I sat up and chuckled 'Best birthday ever' I remarked collapsing back on the bed giggling. Joshua moved round and pulled Sean towards him he stroked the side of his face as their heads moved closer together, finally their lips meeting and kissing. Brad and I smiled at each other happy to see them finally kissing, and kissing, and kissing. In fact Brad and I ended up taking the other bed and left them on mine as they couldn't keep their hands or mouths off each other. What time did they stop?, I have no idea, Brad turned the light off at 2am and we cuddled up kissing and falling asleep...

Closing the door to my dorm room I let out a huge sigh and fell back on the bed. Finally, I was 19, and on my own. I had arrived at college 3 weeks early since I was one of the backup kickers on the football team. Great position, I basically got to be part of the team and never really played. I knew my future wasn’t in sports but the scholarship helped me afford to go to a better school. Additionally being on a team gave me the benefit of having a single room, no scary roommate stories for me. I decided the best thing to do first would be to take a run around campus and get my bearings. I started strip out of my jeans and tshirt I had been wearing all day and went and grabbed a jock shorts and a tank. Since I know you are al curious let me ell you about me. My name is Josh , like I said 19 and I’m what they call black Irish. This means I have super dark black hair but blue eyes. My chest and legs are covered in it and I have thick dense pit hair and sweat like a pig most days and always have a 5 o’clock shadow. My cock is 7 inches kind of thick and cut. Leaks like a faucet when my nips get worked and shoot big loads when I cum. Catching a glimpse of myself in the cheap dorm mirror I couldn’t help but smile at the way my black jock framed my tight white ass, I loved the contrast. Hopped into the rest of by workout clothes and grabbed my keys and wallet and left the dorm. I knew the campus a little bit form being here for orientation a month prior and set off on one of the running paths that ran around the building and through some park like areas. I was getting in a good pace and could feel the sweat begin to forms on my chest, running down my body. I’m muscled but not super defined. I was deep in runners trance when my thigh started to cramp up I noticed a bench up the way and felt like it would be a good place to stop and stretch. The area was nice it was about half way through the wooded park area and set in a clearing with the bench being right up against where the path went wild. I pause ad put my leg up on the back of the bench and leaned in trying to get the muscles to straighten out and stop cramping. It felt good and was starting to work. I loved how quiet it was in the area, no sound really carried over from the campus and you could hear everything. Including some noises that seemed slightly out of place. Im not an innocent I know what a blow job sounds like and from the way the area was I wasn’t al that surprised to find it was used for cruising. Still a virgin and also a bit horny I looked around. I noticed behind the bench that there seemed to be a small path that had been worn into the underbrush. Being young and adventurous, or naïve and stupid whichever you like I edged my way around the bench and began to follow the trail. My heart was beating in my chest faster than when I was running. I tried o remain as quiet as possible and I worked my way along the path. I knew I was heading in the right direction because the noises were getting a louder and sounding a bit more urgent and rough. As I turned one more corner I came upon on hot fucking site. There was a guy a couple years older then me strip to a jock and sucking the cock of one hot man. The top had his tank pulled over and behind his head showing a sweaty hairy upper body, his running short and jock were pulled down just below a very impressive set of cock and balls. The guy sucking him looked like a soccer dad from the local suburbs, included a wedding ring on his finger. His face was red and I could hear him gagging on the cock as the older man grabbed his head and started face fucking him. Entranced I couldn’t help but wander closer as the top really got into using the man. He started moaning and really sweating. Which is abut the time my stupid ass stepped on a twig that made a loud cracking noise. The married cock sucker started and pulled off from the cock, turned saw me and panic. He jumped up and took off into the woods leaving the top just on the verge of cumming, cock glinting with spit and precum bouncing in the wind. The top looked over with a look on his face that let me know how pissed of he was. I was too scared to move an just stood there as my own cock was tenting my shorts and leaking. He must have seen something in the way I looked because a smile formed on his face. His eyes locked with mine and I felt like I was pulled in. Without conscious thought I started to take slow steps toward him. As I got closer the fresh sent of sweat came off his body. Finally I was less than a foot away from him. His eyes never left mine and he gave an almost imperceptible nod of his head. As if in a dream I leaned in and smelled his body. The smell of sex and sweat was dripping off him just as much as the actually sweat. My tongue came out and licked up one of the rivulets forming running down his chest. It tasted amazing and my cock started leaking even more. I felt a hand under my chin turn my face up. Again I was looking into his eyes from my semi bent over position. He looked at me like he was reading my soul. He slowly lifted on massive arm and put it behind his head showing a thick armpit covered in red hair. Grabbing the back of my head he encourages me forward until my face was buried in his pits. The smell was intoxicating and made my head swim. My tongue shot out tasting his body and sweat, broad swipes cleaning him out. After I did one side the ginger god moved my head to the other side where once against I clean his scent and sweat from him. My face was a mess of saliva and his sweat, the clean scent of his fresh sweat was all I could smell. I was far enough away and I could see his face again. Looking down I saw his cock was still hard and a steady stream of precum leaked out of it onto the ground. As I watch his pulled his tank top back over and tucked his large cock back into his shorts. He reached into my pocket and took out my phone and handed it to me. I unlocked it and gave it back. “Meet me at this address at 10 pm tonight make sure to wear a jock” He handed me back my phone with his contact entered and an address. The name was listed as Sir. With that he walked out leaving me standing there breathless with a rock hard cock leaking though my running shorts.

,I was smoking pretty regularly with a group of guys. I was their bitch to use when they smoked me out. The fellow that introduced me to the pipe turned me into a crossdresser and started to who're me out just so he could watch. I got to the point that I would do anything he asked since I didn't have my own supply and was addicted to the T and had come to enjoy being their Tina who're. No one in the group slammed. They warned me against it if I brought it up. Isaac cruising sites one night and started chatting with a really hot guy. It didn't take long for him to ask if I partied. Not wanting to scare him off I hesitated. His next question was "have you ever slammed?" I told him that I hadn't and had been, warned off. After more conversation my future dealer sealed my future by sending a clock pic and inviting me over the next. He was well practiced with his seduction and deep down I wanted to take this next step. I arrivedd. He kissed me softly. Offered me a pipe a said he had a few things to do before he could playback. I just kept hitting the pipe and was starting to feel it he came b back in decked out in leather. I offered the pipe to him but waved it away and told me he only slammed. Then he gave about ten reasons why slamming is better. He left out the one about after the slam he had for me he would have a new customer that couldn't escape his web. He was so hot and he was so confident. He was a health care professional as well. I wanted anyway, no time like the present. He tied me off and explained what I would feel. The flash of red made my clock twitch. He emptied the barrel quickly. He told me to stand and raise my arm up as he released the band. At first I felt nothing and then bam. My sknees buckled and I fell backwards onto his bed I couldn't breathe. I was going to die. I never got him to tell how big that first slam was but I've met a number or other guys who fell,under his thrall. Most think it was at least .6 maybe more. It was probably ten minutes before anything other than Oh Fuck!came out of me .All the lights were out and I was rolling from side trying to get my hands up my cunt. When my new god mercifully shoved his very large cock deep into my soul and hooked his arms under my legs and rolled me back so there was no escape I knew I was starting a new life. He fucked me long and slow. He told me how to gently rub his nipples the way he liked. He kept whispering things in my ear very softly. I couldn't make out what he said but I could feel him taking control of me. Then he started a chant that I instinctively started to say with him After about ten minutes I was so ready to cum. He sensed it a told me to think of the slam as I did. Another ten minutes and as the most incredibly intense orgasm ever he asked me if I was poz. I told him no. He asked if it bothered me if he was. Given the circumstances I told him no. He said that's good because I already gave you two charged loads and here comes number three. He then went back to whispering but now I could make out some of the words. He was hypnotising me. This went on for a couple of hours but now he fucked me in different positions. He finally pulled out and got on his cell. After about ten minutes he turned back to me and said.time for another slam . I started to say I had to leave He quickly cut me short saying that it wasn't a.question, stick out your arm. As he was wrapping the tubing around my upper arm he told me that this day changed me. He said that I belonged to him and I had no free will anymore. He was going to be my meth dealer and when he said it was time to slam I couldn't resist. He said some of his other customers were coming to pick up a large order and they were horny. He was, of course right . Not only was I too spun to resist the idea was so hot I didn"t want to. He said this would be a smaller dose since.His customers usually liked to slam their fuktoys. My new life had.begun.

“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.”

i'm a bottom, and ideally "total" bottom. i also have a sub streak. i don't want my penis touched and want my hole treated as primary sex organ (mouth is secondary). But that all sounds so clinical to me. i think who and how we are is reflected in relationship (even if it's just the hook up kind). Like ErosWired, it too have been frustrated by guys who wanna touch my penis, and i'm very explicit in my profiles about NOT wanting that. When in the actual situation of having sex though, i have submitted to guys touching my penis, but the key word is "submitted." It's not what i want, but i've been known to submit to it to please. i think a lot of us (Tops and bottoms) often miss out on the psychological aspects of sex. If we don't exercise introspection, we don't know much about our self or feelings. If we don't learn how to articulate who and how we are, we don't achieve communication and that makes it really difficult to connect with the guys we need and want? i will all gay guys developed and exercised those skills, but i swear many don't even know they exist lol. Since we are internet inclined, that usually starts with a profile. i don't think Total Tops or bottoms are extinct, just hard to find because they often make themselves invisible by not being clear or open. Most sites make it to easy and have drop down menus for self disclosure. Of course, there's a lot of guys who haven't learned how to read, and just respond to pics, sigh. But i read, and i write epic profiles (i often have to edit them down in fear that i'll scare away guys who hate to read). For me, a good profile is every bit as important as the piece of ass it advertises. i typically skip past the ones saying "Versatile" and even "Top versatile" (but will read them if desperately horny). The guys i pursue are the ones who go beyond the label and describe the contents. If a Top goes beyond the label and writes stuff like: "I'm a Total Top, I don't want to touch your cock, to me you don't even have one. As a Total Top I am the only one in the relationship with a 'cock' and the bottom is there to receive it." That attracts me and i'll respond by contacting you legs spread and ass presented.

The other day I hooked up with this hot otter from Grindr for the first time. Walked up to his place knocked on the door. He let me in showed me where the bedroom was. He had the hottest Scottish accent, we made out, I sucked his thick dick. Turned around sat on his face and we 69ed. I blew him while he rimmed me. Then he fucked me missionary a little bit, then doggy. He fucked sooo good and bred the fuck out of me

Spent last evening with a friend of mine who’s turned into a fuck bud, then turned into an “I don’t know what” over the years. Lately we’ve started to explore a Dom sub relationship. After having a glass of wine, we headed into the bedroom. My friend told me to go down on his dick and as I shifted over on the bed to position myself to suck him, he slapped me hard several times across the face and told me to gag on his dick. Shocked with my face stinging, I followed his command deep throating his already hard dick. Those slaps must of brought out his dominant side as he fucked me the hardest he’s ever done! He took complete control and his dick never left my hole till he shot three loads in me! After he left I felt very satisfied with the intensity of our fuck but I felt that gnawing desire for more loads. So I threw on my whore sweats and headed over to the park. There seems to be a new cruise place between two large construction dumpsters. I wasn’t there long before a heavyset cologne scented Latino pulled out his dick for me. I took his thick meatiness into my mouth swirling his foreskin with my tongue. I continued sucking him sliding down my sweatpants to expose my naked ass. All the while hoping he’d more than just a blowjob. I had sucked on a black guy before him who had played with my ass but refused to fuck me without a condom. The Latino started rubbing my ass and then fingering my hole. Time to put it to the test. I stood up and positioned my hole straight with his dick. He sniffed on his poppers and entered me. No questions of condoms! With a foreskin that completely covered his head, his thick meaty dick felt velvety smooth going in and out of my hole. I got pushed lower and lower squatting with my ass up high till I knew he was gonna unload. He gave one deep thrust and started slow fucking me as his cum jets squirted into my hole. As he gently pulled out, I looked up only to realize that there was this black guy, unzipped and stroking his hard on that had been watching our fucking. Once the Latino cleared my hole, the black guy jumped on and with 4-5 strokes he unloaded. I would’ve liked to stay later and got even more loads but I had to get home and get some sleep for work.

Hey guys, well I've had a dry spell since I had relative staying here for two weeks. So by the time she left I was completely horned and in heat. On Sunday I posted a party ad and looking for now ad on BBRT. Had about 5 RSVPs 'yes', so I was prepared to be bred multiple times. Oink! Well the usual ratio flaked out (sad this happens) but then this guy showed up and walked into the bedroom, where I was laying in a harness, leather collar, and newly pumped nips. He was not what I expected at all as he had this shaggy strangely dyed reddish hair. But when he took his clothes off - voila! Beautiful ginger hairy chest and very large flaccid cock hanging down. Damn! I quickly found out that he was a Dom and knew how to handle and treat a pig in heat. He had me suck his cock and balls all over for about 20 minutes, all the time working my tits hard, which I love. I kept poppering and then he started to finger fuck me. Shit, that makes me beg to be fucked, which I did. After one attempt to mount me on my back, I then suggested doggy style facing the mirror. Well his cock hard must have been 8-9" true. Once he'd mounted and mated, he started fucking me, hard, all the time reaching under and working my tits. Hog heaven! I then clamped my tits and he kept pulling the chain while fucking for at least 20 minutes. This fucker had stamina. Finally his paced started to quicken, he started to moan, and said "I'm gonna breed you pig". Fucker, that turns me on so much to hear that! Then he seeded me deep for about 30 seconds, and stayed locked in. Finally we separated, he got dressed, and left. Now, I was totally in heat for more cocks so I went over to Slammer, which opens at 2 on Sundays. Cruised around, went into the dark backroom and a guy immediately reached out and started working my tits, as I started on his. Always amazes me how they go straight for 'em in the dark - Superman vision, I guess! Then another bear guy with great tits came and joined us. Then some guy must have crawled up and started sucking my cock. Fucker, tits and cock being worked, I was a pig in heat!! After about 15 minutes I said I needed a break and needed to be fucked. I cruised around a bit, sucked some cocks on the ramp, then went to the other darkroom. After a few minutes two hands reached out and started working my tits. Damn, turned out to be the first bear guy I'd met earlier, and then the second guy came in too. I had now taken my sneakers and jeans off so was naked as we worked each other, me leaning back on a leather bench. All of a sudden bear #1 started finger fucking my hole which was still full of cum. Poppers, tits being worked, being finger fucked, and high on some pot I was in total hog heaven ecstasy! I began jerking my cock and it took forever (thankfully) before I finally exploded and had one of the best orgasms ever. Was sorry I didn't get bred again but damn it was an excellent afternoon. OINK!!

I’ll always remember mine too. Took (and gave) my first fist MAL weekend 1997 during a 36-hour pnp marathon with my then bf at the Crew Club. That weekend he also gifted me my first harness. Still get boned every time I think about it.

It has taken more than 50 years, but the communist/marxist/socialist/"progressive" takeover of the Democrat party has finally happened. In 1989 the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics was "dissolved," & now, 30 years later, the United Socialist States of America is on the verge of being formed, if the "progressives" have their way! Of course I am voting to re-elect Donald Trump in 2020! Socialism failed in the USSR & in Germany & in Italy & in the Scandanavian countries & in Cuba & in Cambodia & in Vietnam & in Venezuela & everywhere else it was tried. I haven't seen this kind of mass hysteria since Princess Diana lost her life 20+ years ago, & the reason for it is this: The direction that the Democrat party has been taking in the last 10 or 20 years is so radical & so dangerous that they have to do & say everything they can do to DEFLECT attention from their own totally-un-American agenda. Donald Trump is obviously not the threat to democracy that the "progressives" are trying to portray him as, & most Americans are figuring this out! His approval-rating is actually higher than Obama's at the same point in his presidency!

Daddy’s Cuntboy Part 6 I struggled to respond coherently. “Awww fuck yeah Daddy! Work my hungry cunt!” I mumbled as another of Daddy’s fingers went in my mouth. “Please Daddy!” I begged as my face turned to puppy, remembering the first time I saw the swollen cunt lips between puppy’s legs pulsing at me. “Good answer cuntboy. I knew that slammed up cunt would take control once you saw puppy’s cunt for yourself.” Daddy chuckled and gave my cheeks a gentle slap. “Go on cuntboy...climb back on that sling...puppy, jock that cock of yours and chain him up while I grab some more rigs. Cuntboy’s gonna need to be ready for his first fist.” and he wandered off. Bending over, puppy grabbed his jockstrap and hesitated for a few seconds...giving me a view of those swollen cunt lips. “Shit...” I thought, "how the fuck long has Daddy been working those cunt lips to get them to that point?” Puppy turned around, pulling the pouch over his cock and balls, reading my thoughts. “I met Daddy when I was 22, I’m 26 now.” Helping me up to my feet, puppy cupped my ass cheek and led me to the sling. Then I saw myself in the mirrored corner wall. I couldn’t believe how totally hot I looked. I took in my sweat slicked pecs now fully presenting themselves in the yellow piped harness and I grabbed my tits. My yellow jock pouch strained and I moaned seeing puppy’s reflection as he stood behind me, hands moving down my waist to my pouch, he growled and bit my neck. “Fuck yeah, cuntboy...we gotta get you a yellow swimmer jock and we’ll be a perfect pair...piss and fist for Daddy.” “Awww Man!” I eagerly agreed. “Fuck yeah cuntboy...climb on...” puppy directed. “Slide that cunt down a bit more. That’s it.” Puppy bound my ankles making sure my legs were spread wide open and moved on up and did my wrists. Strapping my bicep, puppy whistled, “That my cuntboy...is a beautiful sight.” and licked it. “Here puppy, slam your cuntboy with this.” Daddy laughed, handing it to puppy. “Fuck yeah Daddy, my fucking pleasure!” Puppy prepped and expertly guided the rig into my vein and slammed me. I felt the chems rush into me...but this time it was more intense...I panicked. Daddy leaned forward. Rubbing my pecs gently, Daddy tried to calm me down. “It’s ok boy, I gave you a bit more than what we’re gonna do. You’ll need it to take my fist the first time.” Before I knew it, the panic was replaced with the familiar deep hunger emanating from my cunt overtaking my body. “Good cuntboy...take my cock.” My head moved to the side and took Daddy’s cock in. “MMMMM....” I began to suckle, feeling the metal ring hit roof of my mouth as my tongue lapped the bottom of his shaft. “OK puppy, give me a slam and then do yourself.” commanded Daddy. “Cuntboy...concentrate on my cock for now.” I continued worshipping cock. “AWWWW FUCK!” Daddy exclaimed, his cock jerking in my mouth from the rush of chems now coursing through his veins. I continued on his cock...anticipating the coming session. Hearing the sounds of puppy slamming himself, Daddy pulled out. "I want to hear you ask for it, cuntboy," “Please Daddy, I want it!” "You want what? I didn't hear you, cuntboy." “YOUR FIST, DADDY! I NEED YOUR FIST! "Where do you want it, cuntboy?" "IN MY CUNT, DADDY! PLEASE, DADDY!" At the sight of my begging for fist, puppy howled..”FUUCK! YEAH CUNTBOY!” and sank his knees. With a wicked look in his eyes, Daddy winked at me and headed over to the toy shelf. Grabbing a large black butt plug, he walked over to puppy. “Puppy, present cunt!” Daddy loudly commanded. Puppy fell to his knees...his slammed-up cunt shot up as the swollen cunt lips bloomed and Daddy shoved the plug in, making sure the cunt lips securely held it tight. “FUUUCK!” puppy moaned with pleasure. Daddy leashed puppy’s collar and led him to the sling, securing it to the chain holding a bottom corner of the sling. “Get comfortable puppy, you’re in for a treat. You’re gonna watch cuntboy take a fist for the first time.” Daddy grabbed a stool. Placing it between my legs, he sat and proceeded put on another pair black rubber gloves. Sinking his hand in the tub of Elbow Grease, Daddy looked up, “Are you sure, cuntboy” “Yes, Daddy, I’m sure” I reassured him. “I want this...I need this.” Daddy began sliding the lube over his hands, “Do you trust me, cuntboy? I need to know.” Lying there, I looked at my Daddy and I knew I did even if we had only just met in person. I knew I wanted to give myself over to him. “Yes Daddy, I trust you.” He smiled, his right hand caressing my ass cheek with his fingers spread across it. "Now you're gonna feel what it's like to be your Daddy's hot little cunttoy." Slowly sliding toward my hungry cunt, “Uhhh...” I moaned as my ass involuntarily rose to meet Daddy’s hand. Daddy’s fingers began to circle my cunt lips...teasing them. I felt my cunt lips spread as Daddy’s fingers began their entry into my cunt...first one, then another two quickly followed. Before I could protest, his four cupped fingers were at the entrance of stretched cunt. “How you doing, cuntboy?” Daddy asked as he teased my cunt lips with his thumb and he slid in to the knuckles. I could feel my stretched-out cunt but there was no pain. The chems had taking care of that. “Shit yeah!” puppy growled, “You’re gonna love Daddy’s fist, cuntboy.” “Yes, Daddy, do it!” I begged. "Oh yeah, CUNTBOY!" Daddy growled, "open your cunt for DADDY! Take a deep breath, here it comes." I inhaled and Daddy pushed... ”Fuck!!!” I exhaled as I felt his knuckles sliding over my cunt lips. I was in ecstasy, feeling my cunt being ultimately fucked and filled. I was out of control knowing that I had just given my body over to Daddy... At the same time, I had never felt so connected to someone as I did at that moment to Daddy. As my cunt lips pulsed on his wrist, Daddy looked at my cunt and smiled, “ Cuntboy, that is one fucking beautiful cunt.” Daddy praised. Spreading his fingers open his hand moved in... my cunt spasmed. I was in heat. “OH GOD! PLEASE!” I yelled, my head rolling back. Daddy balling his fist, pushed a bit deeper opening my cunt like never before. “Deep breath cuntboy,” and Daddy started slowly pulling it out bit. I exhaled and his hand pushed it back inside my cunt. I grunted as his hand moved a bit faster now, pulling back and forth with a twisting motion. I didn’t want it to end. We continued like this for a while...Daddy exploring my slammed-up cunt with his fist as my plugged alpha looked on. Satisfied on my first go at his fist, Daddy pulled out, grabbed a towel and cleaned up his hands. He stood up, and walked up to and placed his fist at my lips. “You did good cuntboy. We’ve got lots of time to work on that cunt. Now look up.” Kissing his hand, I looked up ...and saw my sweat slick body splayed open presenting my cunt.... Taking a closer look, I sighed...my cunt lips were puffy and slightly extended...I was complete.

Not sure what's up but I've been getting hit on by early 20 somethings lately and I've been taking advantage of it. Sunday late afternoon I got a message from a 23 year old guy on A4A. Tall smooth asian guy, quite cute. Wants to fuck me. I invite him over and we kiss suck and fuck for the next hour. He prefers to cum with a blow job so I suck him off but not before taking a very nice leisurely ride on top of his cock. Uncut and hard as rock. Fuck. Later the same evening I had the hot white 25 year old back over from last night. Three times this past week with him. He's a hot fucker and one of the best kissers I've ever met. Electric! The other two times we fucked but he ended up jerking off in the end. This time he got me on my back and fucked me until he shot his load deep in my hole. Fucking perfect. Third time was the charm. Love a nice young load in my ass. Who am I kidding, like em your or old 🙂 I offered to fuck both of these guys but both said they weren't "ready". That's fine. Fortunately, I'm always ready to get fucked.

Jesse was a 50 something black man who lived across the street wtih his nearly 90 yo parents.. Always a nice guy and I had had fantasies about him too.And now, here he was at the xxx theater too. I was hoping he would take out his cock, but I really wasnt expecting what would happen next. Dad stood up, and at first I thought he was going to let Jesse come sit next to me but that wasn't his plan. Dad still had his pants all the way down by his ankles. Jesse got up, and eased on over to Dad's seat. Before siting he pulled down his pants to his ankles and sat down. My eyes fixed on his thick 9 inch black cock and my dad slowly sat down on it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.. I had had all sorts of fantasies but never really gave much thought to ass fucking. And here it was , even better than the porno playing on the screen in front of me. Dad rode his black cock for a while, not even looking over at me. I sat there with my cock out, but then pulled down my pants so they were totally down to my ankles as well. Jesse saw this and told Dad looks like your boy is ready for more. My cock was once again rock hard, and I figured I'd just stroke it and watch Dad getting fucked but Dad had different ideas. He got off Jesse and eased over and sat down on my cock. The feeling was incredible. The hot tight hole grasped my cock and I could hardly move, hardly breathe as Dad rode it, going up and down on it. Again, didn't take me long til I felt my nutt building up and I wasnt sure what to do.. Do I warn Dad? Or do I say nothing.. I decided to say, and probably too late, that I was about to cum, but Dad made no effort to escape.. He just kept pushing his tite hole up and down on my cock, and finaly with one push down , I erupted inside him. my body shook, and then i just sat there as Dad got off of me. He stood up, moved over towards Jesse and leaned over the seat Jesse got down lower and put his tongue up my dad's ass. Eating the cum out of his ass. Then stood up and planted his hard black meat deep in dads ass. he fucked him harder than before, now standing behind him and fucking his ass.. Other guys gathered around and watched .One guy came down the aisle in front of dad and put his cock in my dads mouth as Jesse pounded away.. Jesse started talking dirty to dad telling him he was about ready to breed him, to fill his married ass with his cum and then he did. He pushed into him so deeply I thought he mite push it all the way thru dad.. Then he sat back in the chair next to me.. Dad slid over one seat more and sat on the other side of Jesse. Jesse looked over at me and said I know you want a taste - and I leaned over and sucked his cock clean, licking up the black cock that had just fucked my dad. As I did, I heard Jesse say to me,, "Can't wait til I get a taster of your ass"

The next few days were a lot for me to take in. I had to wrap my head around the fact that in a moment of passion I allowed myself to be infected and changed the course of my life up to that point. Eddie was a stinky ,dirty old man with a big cock I could not get enough of. I still can't understand how he has been able to keep such control over me. The fear of not knowing how to deal with my wife and family, I was devastated.. But at the same time anytime he demanded sex in any way I complied. Any kinky sick request I gave in to happily, he turned me into trash. I lost count how many times I sucked him off and he fucked me over the next couple days. My ass was destroyed just like he said and resembled a loose pussy more than my previous tight hole. Just when I thought I had sunk as low as I would go he told me to put my panties back on and we had to make a run. He needed beer so we walked down to the 7-11. It was just starting to get dark and when we got there a homeless guy from the neighborhood was hanging out back. Eddie knew him and called him Tom, and introduced me as his new bitch. Tom said I didn't fit the mold but Eddie assured him that he would see for himself just how well I would do. Tom said traffic was light that day.. I guess it was known in the area that for a few bucks for beer money these guys would suck or fuck, and there were actually guys willing to take them up on it.. Desperate times I guess. After sitting there for about an hour a guy in a delivery truck pulled up and asked Eddie if he wanted a beer. He said he sure did, but that the new meat would be doing the honors. Eddie told me the guy was a regular and I better suck him good and be sure to swallow every drop. He said if I swallowed the load We would earn a six pack of pabst , but if I didn't swallow the guy would get pissed and probably slap me around a bit and only give me a buck.. I got into his truck and he already had his cock out. I did as told and started sucking him for all I was worth. His cock was probably about 6 inches and uncut. that was a first for me but it made it even more exciting.. As he got more excited he started pushing my head down on his cock faster. He then asked what Eddie meant about me being new meat. He pulled my head up and I caught my breath and answered I had just recently started fucking Eddie. He then said just Eddie? I said yes. He then said he had to get some fresh meat for himself, and told me to get out of my pants.. I said sorry just the blow job, he said if I knew what was good for me I would be out of my pants quick and on his cock. I was not moving fast enough so he gave me a slap across my face. It shocked me so I moved faster, he laughed at my panties and called me a slut. I climbed up onto his lap and he thrust me down and impaled me balls deep. I started riding his cock the best I could and he was a bigger guy so he helped push me up and down to increase the pace, he was in control.. Thank goodness I had been fucking Eddies huge dick repeatedly because that and his earlier loads helped ease what would have been a brutal rough fucking.. After 5 or 10 minutes he grunted and started filling me with a huge hot load. Thankfully he was filling my ass, not sure if I could have swallowed it all.. When he was done he made me get off his cock and lick it clean.. He told me to get out of the truck and threw a five dollar bill to Eddie and drove off. Sucking and getting rough fucked for only five bucks made me feel even lower than I already did, Eddie took the money in and bought the beer.. Eddie said good job bitch, but don't get comfortable , you are just getting started.......

First a little about myself. I just turned 18 a few months ago. It's been mom and I for as long as I can remember. Mom has been a nurse at least my entire life and even before then. She is now the head nurse (no pun intended) at our local hospice which cares for men with AIDS. I have been around sick men ever since I can remember. I have helped mom and the other nurses out quite a bit. I clean up on occasion and help feed those that cant feed themselves. The disease has never scared me. When I was a lot younger I realized I enjoyed being around these men. My voice and mannerisms were more feminine than masculine. I discussed this with my mom and discovered I was indeed gay. My mom approved of my sexuality so I got lucky there. As my hormones started kicking in I noticed being around these men was giving me a hard on. I would come home and jerk off and then lick myself clean. I enjoyed my own cum and definitely wondered what theirs would taste like. Since I had no dad the birds and the bees were taught to me by mom. We discussed my fantasies I was having for those men and she said for my 18th birthday I could start living out my fantasies in real life. She revealed that some of the men thought I was beautiful which made me blush. I stand at 5 feet 3 inches and weigh about 110. Shoulder length blonde hair that thanks to mom I style it like a girl does. As my teenage years progressed I noticed my fantasies were getting hotter. I imagined being called a dirty faggot while taking these mens loads. Being pissed on had crept in there as well. I knew that I at 18 I was going to get fucked. What I didn't know was that I would be the hospice whore and I couldn't refuse any loads. The night before my 18th birthday mom instructed me on how to clean out my hole. After doing this I had a lite dinner and repeated the same process the morning of my 18th birthday. Mom inspected me and when she was satisfied she handed me a pink silk robe and slippers. I was told that was my clothing for the next four days. My birthday fell on a Thursday. We left home and headed to the hospice. Before going in mom attached a leash and collar on me and led me inside like a bitch. As we neared the entrance mom took off my robe. Once inside I was put on all fours and led into the family room. There were 2 men there already. Mom took off my leash but left the collar on. She told the two men which I recognized to have fun knocking me up. I knew what she meant because of my research on the matter. Before mom even walked out the door Sam had his cock in my mouth. Mom just laughed and went about her business. Sam is definitely a sick man. He has sores on his body and cock. I must admit I still worshipped his cock. The other gentleman Michael stopped Sam for a minute. Michael then slapped me a couple of times across the mouth to get my lip bleeding so I had an open wound while giving Sam a blowjob. Those sores were rubbed all over my busted lip. Some would say that's abuse but I came from Michael doing that. While I worshipped Sam's cock Michael only using spit for lube rammed his cock up my ass. I tried to scream but Sam held me tight against his cock. Sam's cock is only 7 inches and sort of thin. Michael on the other hand has a ten inch cock and fairly thick. It felt like Michael ripped my ass into. I soon realized that he did it on purpose to get me bleeding so I can take his AIDS cum directly in my bloodstream. Sam came fairly quickly but he didn't pull out of my mouth after cumming. I did swallow his cum and he let me nurse his cock while Michael continued the assault on my hole. Michael fucked me for a while and kept saying how good my pussy felt. Okay I thought only women had pussies but I quickly learned that as a bottom my ass is a pussy for gay men. When Michael got ready to cum he sped up his thrusts and was pounding my pussy hard. I started moaning and Sam pulled his cock from my mouth so my moans couibe heard by anyone walking outside the door. Then it happened. Michael started cumming and Breeding my pussy. God it felt like he shot a dozen huge globs of AIDS cum in my pussy. After he finished he kept his cock in my pussy to make sure I got it all and to make sure no cum leaked out. Once he was soft even I was exhausted. Both he and Sam left the room and I thought I was going to get a nap in. I was wrong. Mom came walking in with two more men to use me. She inspected my pussy and laughed. She said oh I bet in a couple of weeks you will be pregnant. But don't worry because once you're knocked up then your ass is going on meds. You are still my son and I want you around for a very long time. In the meantime your little faggot ass needs to get back to work. You still have 18 more men to satisfy today. At this point my pussy is sore but I knew I couldn't tell mom no. So I put my ass in the air and my mouth open to satisfy the next two men. Well time to get back to being a whore.

Standing at the bar I surveyed the offerings of the evening, which were pretty slim for a Friday night. Mostly old guys, not the younger twinks I was looking for. There were a couple I had already done that were desperate for a repeat, and why wouldn't they? I was a God. And I knew it. My name is Josh. I'm a prime piece of 18 (though my fake ID says otherwise) year old all American, blond haired, blue eyed fuck machine. 6'2" of smooth, tan, jock muscle with broad shoulders, hard pecs, narrow waist, washboard stomach, strong thighs, big calves, an amazing rock hard bubble butt, and the fattest 10 1/2" cock anyone would be more than grateful to worship. God damn I'm perfect. But like I said, I like those young leather twinks. Guys I can really lord my awesomeness over while I abuse and dominate them, making them beg for the mere privilege of being in my presence, and thank me while my horse cock rapes their hole like never before. However, I don't like repeats, even though they were desperate for me to take them again. Hell, everyone was desperate for me. Those old leather queens could barely keep their tongues in their mouths as they eyed my splendor, wishing I would give them the time of day. But they can look all they want, they ain't gettin! I took a fresh drink from the bartender and leaned my back against the bar, resting my elbows on the bar, sticking my chest out behind my open leather vest so they could get a good view of this perfect torso they'd never get to touch. One of the guys came up to the bar right next to me to get a drink. He was probably in his 50's, about my height. He wore a leather harness over his very hairy barrel chest. As he waited for his drink he leaned his bearded face into my ear and asked how things were going this evening. I turned my head away as I mumbled a response so he would know I wasn't interested. He just got his drink and went back to where he had been and stared at me. I just drank my drink and ordered another one. As I started my next drink, I started to feel strange, kind of light headed and dizzy. The feeling got stronger, so I figured I needed some fresh air and headed for the door. As I stumbled into the alley, I noticed the guy in the harness had followed me out. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my chest just as everything went black. I started to come too with no idea where I was. As my foggy head started to clear the first thing I noticed was a rubber mask covering my head. It had plastic eye holes to see out and some kind of tube for breathing. I started to panic and scream and thrash around. That's when I realized I was constrained. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a sling. My arms and legs had been securely tied down so the only movement I could make was a little bit in my torso and my head as I thrashed and screamed. "Looks like my new toy is finally awake." I heard a voice say. "Now the fun can begin." I stared in horror as someone came up to my head. I could see he was holding some kind of glass pipe that he proceeded to light and inhale. The next thing I knew, my mask entirely filled with a thick, white smoke. I had no choice but to inhale it. I coughed a bit as it hit my lungs, but more and more kept comming. Quickly I felt waves ripple through my body as my heart sped up and my brain started to race. Next I noticed someone with a long, thin syringe that had no needle on it. It was filled with some kind of liquid. He proceeded to start to insert it into my ass and I started to panic again. I was a fucking top! I had never had anything in my ass before! But my feeble protests were to no avail. In it went and very soon I started to feel a kind of burning in my ass. Quickly the burning turned to desire. Fuck, my ass was wanting cock. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't have long to ponder my fate as I soon felt something hard pressing against my butthole. My cries of no did no good as I felt a hard cock slide into my virgin hole, spreading my asslips apart, ripping me open. I howeled as my rapist buried himself to the hilt and I felt his pubes grind against my flaming hole. I could hear the room erupt in cheers as this conquest was made. Dear God! How many men were here witnessing my downfall? I could hear all kinds of cameras going off as I took my first cock ever. Again I didn't have long to ponder before the man grabbed my legs and started pounding my ass as hard as he could. I just yelled and cried as I was brutally fucked by what had to be a big cock. He would pull it all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. I could feel it deep inside me, plundering past my prostate, opening me deep inside. Much to my shock, after about 5 minutes it started to feel different. It started to feel good. Instead of screaming I started grunting in pleasure. "Oh.......oh.......Oh........Oh." I grunted each time he buried it deep in me. After what seemed like half an hour of steady pounding the mask was removed from my head and someone held my up so I could see my rapist. It was the guy from the bar pounding me with a cock at least the same size as mine. "Look at me boy!" he ordered as he continued to ride me. "I want to see my new slaves face as I breed him for the first time!" With that, he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped me full of his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulse deep in my guts as I got my first breeding ever. When he finished, he pulled out and moved to my head. I could see his cock covered in cum, blood, and some shit. Without a word he just rammed it into my panting mouth and forced me to clean everything off of it. Then again, without a word he started to piss in my mouth. I was shocked and choked and gagged as he emptied himself straight down my throat, but I had no choice but to swallow or drown. He didn't pull out till he was empty. Leaning down into my ear he whispered,"Welcome to your new life, jockboy. You will be the nastiest slut in this city before I'm done with you." My cock hardened at his words.......

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…

Just had this thought and wondered if it appealed to anyone - a porn flick where every scene shows condoms being defeated. Whether the top slips it off mid-fuck and stealths the bottom, either the bottom or the top sabotages it so it will fail during the fuck or whatever other devious, creative ways someone comes up with to make sure the seed gets planted! I'd imagine we'd see lots of big girthy cocks with the shreds of destroyed condoms at the base...! (Or maybe a super size cock could simply have an undersize condom slip off inside the bottom to be found later....) Oh, and one of the implications of this is that all or most of the cumshots would be CREAMPIES - since of course there's a condom, it's fine for the top to shoot while balls deep in the bottom, right? <evil grin> Obviously the casting will make a huge difference for individual tastes - me, I'd want nothing but un-manscaped, bearded sweaty hung bear-pigs - but this is more about the idea of watching condom after condom fail to keep load and hole separate. And of course, one could note that such a film could act as a manual for how to cause condoms to fail...!

Extremely HOT , Excited , Beautiful and Delicious !

I’m afraid this is accurate. At this point Trump could be shown on national television at Mar-A-Lago eating a barbecued baby for lunch and his adherents would still support him. We cannot hope to persuade them. So we must outvote them.

I had a book printed by the US Government in 1940 about the German Armed Forces. They were the elite of German society, could actually carry guns, had priorities on trains and such. They never did pushups over dog shit or scrubbed toilets with a toothbrush. Soldiers from one neighborhood were kept together as much as possible and could go home to their family every 3 weeks by train. According to this book, homosexuality was considered “understandable since Aryan men are so beautiful”, and offenders in the military were simply transferred with a cover story to a different outfit.

I need an anonymous ass pounding or two.

Quick note: Still working on the semi-sequel to The Decline & Fall of Michael Christian. Hopefully you enjoy this story in the meantime. It's shorter... only this one part (so hopefully that is good news for those who do prefer the shorter stories). And, without further ado, here is Bait & Switch. It was about three months ago. That’s when it happened. When my hole life changed. It had been a long, hard day. My alarm didn’t go off — which meant I overslept and didn’t have time for breakfast. My boss was riding my ass all day — and not in a good way. And to top it all off (no pun intended), I dropped my mobile and cracked the screen. By the time the workday ended, I was in a hell of a mood. I needed to destress a bit. No. Let’s be honest. I needed a good fuck. I dropped off my car at home and took a taxi to the gay neighbourhood in town. I don’t get out to the clubs very often anymore (work is just too crazy) but I felt homesick for one of my favourites. Great music, great drinks, great staff. You know how they say you can’t go home again? It’s true. The bar was full but, at 32, I was probably the oldest guy in there. The music was skewed towards this new and younger crowd… I just found it dull and mindless. Plus most of the staff I used to know had moved on so there weren’t even familiar faces behind the bar. It barely felt like the same bar anymore. I ransacked my memory… how long had it been since I had dropped in? I was surprised to realise it had been my 30th birthday party. Well over a year and a half before. At least the drinks were still good. So I found a (more or less) out of the way corner and sipped my drink. Then another. Then another. Then another. I like to think I’m reasonably attractive guy. I’m no gym bunny but I do keep myself passably fit. Brown hair, hazel eyes, 5 feet 9 inches tall. But none of the guys in the bar so much as said ‘excuse me’ as they pushed past me through the crowd. So I just sat alone in my corner. Drinking. None of this did anything for my mood. Finally, enough was enough. I staggered out of the club. I wasn’t quite ready to go home though… still horny as fuck. I passed some of the other bars but discounted them: the first was too busy, the next was too loud, and at the third the doorman said something about my having been over-served already. So I kept walking. I was about to give up and just hail a cab to head home. And then I looked up and saw where I was. Just ahead of me was the bathhouse. I had never been inside before… I’d always been afraid i would run into someone I knew there. Which would just be awkward. But I had been persistently curious. Could it ever live up to the ‘urban legends’ about the easy sex available within? I paused for just a moment, but horniness and alcohol are a powerful mix. Tonight was the night. I glanced around — just to make sure no one was nearby who knew me — and stepped inside. “Good evening.” The guy at the counter greeted me in a disinterested tone. “Are you a member?” “No… this is my first time in here.” He pushed a sheet of paper towards me. “You will need to fill in this form for your membership.” I took the sheet and began completing it. I was a bit leery about putting any personal information… but I had come this far. No point backing out now. “Locker or room?” “Um… what’s the difference?” He rolled his eyes and pointed to a sign with prices. “The room costs 10 more.” “I guess just a locker.” I gave him back the completed form along the cash. He pushed a towel and a locker key towards me then buzzed me into the bathhouse itself. I walked through into a locker room. I knew enough to know that guys walk around with nothing on but their towel … so a few minutes later I wrapped my towel around my waist, tucked a condom into the elastic armband that held my locker key, and set off to explore. The bathhouse was a fairly large space spread over two floors. In addition to the locker room, on the ground floor I found a small but well stocked bar, a video room showing porn, and ‘wet area’ with a steam room and jacuzzi. Upstairs seemed divided into two parts. To the right of the stairs was a dark area labelled as ‘The Maze”. I decided I wasn’t quite ready for that though. To the left of the stairs was an area with several corridors with small cubicles on either side. One of the cubicles was open and being cleaned by a member of staff. There was a small bed of sorts, a locker, and a screen playing more porn. This, I realised, was the ‘room’ that the clerk had offered. Other than staff and myself, I think I saw 6 guys wandering around. They were older guys, at least late 40’s and not in great shape. Some looked downright I'll. No one I wanted to play around with. It was early though -- only about 9:30 or so. I decided to kill some time and see if the crowd improved. I went back down to the bar and had a couple drinks. Between the drinks at the club and now these, I was definitely buzzed by that point. I wandered over to the video room. There were a couple of the older guys in there, fondling themselves under their towels, but I ignored them and sat on a bench as far away as I could get. The porn wasn’t bad and my own hand found its way under my towel. I was careful though, I didn’t want to get myself off. I ignored the old guys as they entered and left. Just kept focused on the videos. I must have sat in the room for at least 30 minutes. Eventually, however, one of the old guys came and sat beside me. He was at least 60 and had a big beer belly. I tried to move a bit away but another old guy — one of the sick looking guys — was just a few feet away on that side. When the beer belly guy tried to put his hand on my thigh, I stood up quickly and left the video room. I was, however, pleased to discover that more guys had come in while I had been camped in the video room. Hopefully I could find someone who wasn’t quite so disgusting. I went back upstairs but still wasn’t ready to explore the dark maze area so I wandered through the area with the ‘rooms’. Many were closed and dark. Not rented yet, I assumed. A few were closed but with the unmistakable sounds of man-sex audible despite the closed doors. My dick got a little harder. Other doors were open and occupied. I was pleased to see that some of these held guys my age or younger. In one room I saw a cute blond guy, probably early twenties, but he didn’t even look up as I walked by his door. I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was to get his attention so I walked past. It was getting close to the end of the cubicle area and seemed to be striking out. Maybe this was going to be a bust. Maybe those urban legends about the great sex available were just that: myths and legends. And then I walked by the last open door. A man stood opposite, leaning on the back wall of the small room. He made eye contact with me as I walked by his room. I stopped in my tracks. He was one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. Black hair, playfully tussled. Sky blue eyes. Full lips with the hint of a smile. Unshaven stubble. Skin a natural tan. Body lean and muscular. His tall frame — about 6’ 2” best I can guess - made me want to melt into him. His toned arms tucked behind his back. A light feathering of hair on his chest and a noticeable treasure trail leading my eyes to his towel. And the big, hard bulge waiting there. He was so far out of my league it wasn’t even funny. “Hey, how’s it going?” He said with a smile and an Italian accent. “Um… not too bad.” I stammered, licking my lips which suddenly felt dry. He gestured with his head for me to move into the room. I, of course, complied. I didn't even think to close the door. My hands were trembling as I approached him. His arms were still tucked behind his back. Making his chest and crotch seem even more prominent. Maybe it was his unspoken permission. Maybe it was all the alcohol. But — whatever it was —my trembling hands raised to touch his chest. The muscles firm and warm to my touch. “Mmmm. That feels good.” He said. “What is your name?” “Gary.” I replied. “My name is Mario. Your hand feels very good, Gary.” Even the way he said my name made me shiver a bit. But, at the same time, his voice was so calming. Relaxing. I felt more bold. My hand slowly drifted down. From his chest to his abs. Tracing the muscles. Before moving lower. Following his treasure trail. He didn’t stop me. Just watched with that little smile as my hand felt the hardness through his towel. I slowly started to caress him. I felt him swell a bit more. I’ve always been a bit of a size queen. I just love big cocks. My own cock was already hard was a rock and leaking pre-cum. I leaned in and my lips found his. I couldn’t believe this was happening. You have to understand. Mario was so far out of my league. And yet was letting me touch him. Stroke him. Kiss him. And he was kissing me back. He placed a hand on the small of my back. Just above my ass. Just a simple gesture. But, at the same time, possessive. And it just made him even more perfect. I was in his orbit. The moon to his earth. And, although I didn’t stop to think about it at the time, the moth to his flame. His hand slid lower. Caressing my ass through the towel even as I caressed his cock. My hand sliding under his towel for the first time. My fingers wrapping around his hard shaft. A moan escaped from somewhere deep inside me. Only to be lost in his kiss. “You have a nice ass, Gary.” He whispered. His fingers moving under my towel. Tracing down the crack of my ass. Sending shivers down my spine. “You have an amazing cock.” I whispered back. “Do you like it?” He asked. As if my ragged breath wasn’t evidence enough of that. He put his other hand on my shoulder. Pushing me gently. Down to my knees. I did not resist. I wanted him so much. His fingers ran through my hair. My mouth found his cock. Rolling my tongue over the head. Savouring his taste and smell. This was more than I had ever expected. I could feel him bending over me. His fingers moving slowly down my back. Tracing my spine. Reaching my butt. Sliding into the cleft. Circling my hole. “You like getting fucked?” With my mouth full of his dick I could only moan my affirmative reply. “Hot. You are going to get really fucked tonight. I promise.” His finger circling my hole found it’s target. Pushed inside me. “You're tight, babe. You gonna be able to take it all?” Again I moaned my reply and raised my ass to meet this finger. He chuckled above me. Then slid a second finger in. In and out of my hole. Driving me even more wild. His cock was in my throat now. My face tight into his crotch. I was so focused on the taste of him, of his scent, that I barely noticed any sound behind me. Then I felt a second pair of hands touch me. I jumped… but Mario’s hands moved quickly back up my body. One hand on my shoulder (holding me on my knees) and the other on the back of my head (gently holding my face impaled on his big dick). I felt movement behind me and then a warm met tongue find my hole. “Don’t worry. That’s just my buddy.” Mario said. “You don’t mind, do you? It’s really hot seeing him eat your ass. Getting it ready for a good fuck.” Mario seemed genuinely turned on by seeing the other man working his tongue into my hole. At least his cock seemed harder than ever in my throat. And the tongue was pretty damn talented. I figured it was worth it to get Mario inside me. I wished I could see the newcomer but decided to just focus on Mario’s cock. I wanted him good and ready to fuck me. Mario’s hips were gently rocking, sliding his cock in and out of my throat. I wanted this beautiful god to fuck me so bad. Mario whispered something to the other man. I couldn’t make it out. The tongue on my hole moved away. Movement behind me. Was it finally time? Was Mario ready to fuck me? Hands on my hips. Pulling me back slightly. Something touching my hole. Bigger and harder than a tongue. A cock pushing at my tight hole. I tried to make a disapproving sound but Mario’s cock was deep in my throat. “That’s hot, babe.” Mario said. “You should see his cock. It looks so good pushing into you. Really getting me turned on.” I was a bit annoyed but — well — I had come so far and I didn’t want to lose my chance at getting fucked by Mario now. I pulled the condom out from the elastic band on my arm and handed it to the man behind me. He took the condom from my hand but his cock never moved away from my ass for even a moment to put it on. I didn’t get fucked bare. Not ever. But I was conflicted… I really wanted Mario to fuck me. I clenched my hole against the unseen man behind me. Maybe that would be enough to discourage him. But no. The stranger’s palm came down hard on my ass with a loud slap. I jumped, my hole relaxing for just a second... ... And the unseen man pushed the head of his dick in with a sudden thrust. Bare. “Dude.” Mario said above me. “His dick looks so good in your ass. Just let him open you a bit and then, if you want, he can pull out and he can put on the condom.” It made sense. At least it did at that moment. Alcohol and lust really weaken your resolve. I managed to manoeuvre enough to look up at Mario without losing his cock in my throat. He had a smart phone in his hand. My phone. It pointed it towards my face then slowly panned back towards my ass and the man who was working his way deeper inside. He was recording the moment on my phone. He waved my phone. "I'm recording this for you so you can watch later. You don't know how hot this looks." The cock in my hole was pushing deeper. And deeper. He wasn’t as big as Mario. But he was a good size. Damn. It felt so good to get fucked. It had been so long. I needed it. “You like that, don’t you?” Mario asked above me. “You like that cock pounding your hole.” I moaned agreement. “Yeah. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” Mario encouraged me. And I did. I arched my back as much as I could with Mario’s dick in my mouth. I raised my ass to meet the cock pounding my hole. The stranger’s hands were gripping my hips now. His thrusts where hard and erratic. Frenzied. He was grunting. The stranger slammed in balls deep. And froze. A deep guttural growl escaping from somewhere within him. His shaft flexed inside me. He was shooting his load. Inside me. Oh fuck. This stranger, someone I couldn’t even see, had just cum inside me. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. But my heart was pounding. What had I done? What was I doing? The stranger pulled out of my hole. Pulling a trail of warm cum. Which oozed down the back of my balls. “Thanks for the fuck, boy. Hope you like my little gift.” I wanted to turn around and look at him but Mario was thrusting into my throat again. He was clearly really turned on. So… was it time? Was he going to fuck me now? But he didn’t pull out of my mouth. And another pair of hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Another cock touched my hole. And pushed in, balls deep, in one thrust. This cock wasn’t quite as thick as the last but was longer, reaching deeper inside. The body behind me felt different as well. Not as solid. I could hear his flesh slapping against mine. And then he raised up on top of me. I felt a big belly press against the small of my back. Shit. Some fat guy was fucking me. But I was in no position to move away. Pinned between this new man’s body and Mario’s cock in my throat. And, yes, it felt good. His cock felt good inside me. Fuck it felt good. The fat guy was pulling all the way out then thrusting back in to the root. All the way out. Back in. Each time he pulled out of my hole pulsed. Like it was begging the cock to get back in. The last guy’s cum had really slicked up my hole and was dripping out each time the fat man’s cock pulled outside my asslips. The fat man pulled himself further onto my body. Resting his weight on my back. Mario stepped back, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and allowed my head and shoulders to sink to the floor under the fat man’s weight. My ass stayed raised though. Letting him pound me. I wanted this fuck. I was lost in the sensations that these men had awakened in me. “I’m going to cum.” The fat man said. “You want it. Don’t you.” “Yes.” I whispered. Ashamed. Ashamed of the desire burning inside me. Ashamed that I liked his cock, the feeling of him fucking me. “Louder.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” His face came into view as he slid all the way onto my back. The beer belly guy from the video room. Someone I would never have let fuck me. But in the moment, lost in my lust, I didn't tell him no. “Yes. Cum in me. Please. Please cum in me.” “Good boy.” The fat man moaned in my ear. “Since you asked so nicely, here is comes. You're always going to have a little part of me inside you. As long as you live.” He didn’t stop thrusting. But I felt his shaft expand inside me. His flabby arms held me tight. And his cum joined the load from the first man. When he pulled out and stepped away, I didn’t even try to move. I stayed in position. Back arched. Head and shoulders flat to the floor. Ass in the air. An open invitation. And the invitation was accepted. A cock slid between my asscheeks. A big cock. Very big. Sliding up and down the gooey mess that seeped from my ass. Without pushing in. “How many loads does he have?” The third man asked. “You are going to be the third.” “Nice.” The third man pushed a finger into my hole. “Look at me, bitch.” I turned around and looked over my shoulder. The gaunt man from the video room -- somehow I had known it would be him. His cheeks and eyes sunken. His body may have been toned once, you could kind of tell, but now the flesh just sagged. And he had a tattoo. On his groin. Just above his cock. A biohazard. I knew what that meant, of course. “You… you’ve got HIV?” “No, bitch. I’ve got AIDS. And I want to give it to you. I want to fill you up with my toxic cum.And I want you to beg for it. Beg for my big cock. Beg for my toxic cum.” “I… I don’t want… I mean, I’m negative.” “Are you sure? You’ve got two loads in your ass already. Maybe you were negative when you came in here tonight… but how do you know you still are?” I couldn’t breathe. I was terrified. And yet. I was turned on. So turned on. By the thrill. By the risk. By the big dick teasing my ass. I could tell he was big. Bigger than any cock that had ever been in me. Ten inches or more. Thick as a beer bottle. Mario crouched next to me. His hand touched mine comfortingly. His cock just far enough away that I couldn’t reach it. “Your ass looks so hot with a cock in it, babe. So beautiful. And his cock is so big. I want to see him stretching you open. Will you do it for me? Will you let him fuck you?” The big dick was still sliding up and down in the cummy mess of my hole. My sphincter was spasming. My body wanted to feel that cock so much. I looked in Mario’s eyes. His beautiful eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. I nodded to Mario. Yes. He smiled. A gorgeous smile that made my whole body shiver with anticipation. I looked back over my shoulder. To the gaunt man who stood behind me. “Please.” My whole body was trembling. “Please fuck me. I’ve never had a cock that big inside me.” “Are you sure? I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to fuck that hole without mercy. I’m gonna tear you up.” “I want it. I want to feel that big dick in me.” “And there won’t be any pulling out. I’m going to fuck you until I cum in you. I’ve got AIDS. No meds. There is a good chance you will have AIDS soon as well.” “I want your cock. I want your cum. I need it.” “Look at you, you little slut, begging for AIDS cock.” The gaunt man sneered down at me. “I’m going to breed your hole. Make you a proper cumdump.” “Do it… do it, please.” He pushed forward. I thought my hole was open. Ready. But he was big. Thick. Bigger than any cock that had even been inside me. And by a wide margin. He wasn’t even in yet and already I was sweating. The pressure as he pushed his cock against my already battered sphincter was quickly becoming painful. But, as promised, he was merciless. Insistent. My hole began stretching. Slowly. But stretching nonetheless. Opening wide as it could for him. But it wasn’t wide enough. My ass felt like it was being torn apart. Pain ripped through ever inch of my body. My face red. I tried to crawl away. Not to stop him. Just a quick respite from his onslaught. His hand slapped my ass. Hard. “Get your ass back here you fucking little whore.” “Your too big. I can’t take it.” “You can.” The gaunt man laughed. “You will.” And the head of his cock breached my hole. I wanted to cry out. But couldn’t catch my breath. Tears dripped down my cheeks. He didn’t stop his inexorable invasion. Pushing deeper. Never really pausing. Never really pulling back to thrust. Just a glacially slow, seemingly endless, violation. And yet some part of me didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to know what a monster cock really feels like. And every millimetre he drove himself deeper inside me was a victory for me. I could take it. My own cock was shrivelled up. But that didn’t matter. This was about his cock, not mine. “You’re doing really good.” Mario said. But he wasn’t really looking at me. He had a phone in each hand now. Mine and his I assumed. Filming the cock opening my hole. Occasionally returning to my face to capture my expression. I don’t know how long it took. I really don’t. But I realised I could feel the gaunt man’s pubes scratching my ass. I could feel his heavy balls resting on my ass. He was in. He was all the way in. He pulled out. Then lined his dick back up. And breached me again. Still slow. But faster than the first time. Then all the way out. And then back in balls deep. Each time faster that the one before. The sensations raced through my body like a shock. Like lightning. Pain. Pleasure. The words were no longer distinguishable for me. “See, boy?” The gaunt man laughed again. “Told you you would take it. And you’re never going to be that tight again. Good thing you like big dicks. No normal dick is ever going to satisfy you again.” And i knew he was right. There was no way my ass could ever recover for this. He kept picking up the pace. Really fucking me now. “It’s time, cunt.” “Give. It. To. Me. Please.” I groaned as his hips pounded into me. “Here is comes. Ruining your ass forever.” I couldn’t feel him cum. My ass was too stretched, too inflamed, for that kind of sensation. But I knew. Somehow I knew he was filling my guts at that moment. Defiling me. His breathing gradually slowed. "Welcome to the brotherhood, cum dump." He didn’t pull out. He pushed me forward. Off his dick. I fell forward and sprawled on the floor at Mario’s feet. Mario’s hand was a flurry of motion on his cock His cock was rock hard. Dripping precum. He was getting close. I reached up and tried to pull him closer. But he slapped my hand away. “Please.” I begged. “I want you to fuck me next.” He looked at me as if I had two heads on my shoulders. “You? You want me to fuck you?” “Please. I’m doing all this for you.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t fuck bathhouse sluts like you. I just like to watch.” And then his cum exploded. Covering the floor in front of my face. Wasted on the floor when I wanted it more than anything. My mouth dropped open. “But…” Mario stepped up to me. Cum was still dripping from his dick to the floor. He tossed me my phone. “You’ve just been fucked by three different guys. Old guys. Fat guys. You can see it all in the video. I can tell you all three were positive or have AIDS. And who knows what other diseases they have given you.” “But I only did it because you asked me to.” I whined. “Yeah? And I promised that you were going to really be fucked tonight. And now you are. Fucked for life. But look on the bright side. Now that you know what kind of pervert you are, you can be a bit nicer to the old guys here, huh? Yeah. I saw that earlier. You were rude to these guys. They’re just here for the same thing you are. To get some cock. Or some ass. They aren’t here to get treated like crap by guys like you. Well. Like the guy you used to be, right? Because that guy is gone. Corrupted. Remade. Into a POZ pussyboy who will open his ass to anyone for a bit of cum.” He smiled down at me. It was not a friendly smile. But it was still beautiful on him. “So, no. I won’t be fucking you. But tell you what. You can eat my cum off the floor.” I just stared up at him. “You heard me. Clean it up.” He was right. Whoever I had been when I walked in the door was gone. I lowered my head to the floor and my tongue began scooping up the drops of his cum. I wondered how many loads had been shot on this bathhouse floor. How long since it had really been cleaned. And that just made me lick the floor more eagerly. “Yeah.” Mario said. “I thought so.” He turned to the gaunt man. “See you next weekend, Barry.” And then my Italian stud was gone. I was still licking the cum off the floor when the next man moved behind me. His dick pushed into my gaping hole easily. No resistance. I glanced back at the man who had slipped into my ass. He had to be in his sixties at least: old, wrinkled, bald. And there was a line of men waiting. Old men. Fat men. Diseased men. “Damn, Barry, his ass is loose.” The old man called to the gaunt man who was still in the room, watching me. “You really broke this one in.” He was right. i could barely feel his dick sliding in and out of my wrecked hole. He ended up pulling out and jacking himself off over my hole. When he was ready, he slipped the tip back inside me and shot his load. He pulled out and wrapped his towel around his waist. Then something landed next to my head. I picked it up. A $5 bill. “That’s about what your gaping ass is worth now, whore.” The old man said. “And I’m being generous.” And another man took his place. —- Epilogue: That’s how it all started. A few months ago. Just got back from the doctor’s office. Had the “flu” about a month after that night in the bathhouse. So I knew what to expect. But still took me awhile to get the courage to go. So, yeah, I’m positive. Picked up a few other STD’s as well. The doctor asked me who my sexual partners had been. I lied and said I had hooked up with someone when I was out of town and was careless. No names I could give him for previous sexual partners. He didn't believe me but didn't push it either. My life has indeed changed. For the better? For the worse? Who the hell cares. I'm having a blast. I’ve been going back to the bathhouse at least 2 or 3 nights a week. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been fucked there now. I like hanging out in that dark maze. Not able to see who is breeding me. Just taking load after load. When I'm lucky, though, I see Barry and he pummels my ass. I can take his cock so much easier now. He says he wants to make sure his toxic seed takes. And then he will own my ass. I can't wait to tell him he does. I see Mario a lot as well. He always gives me a smile, especially when he sees me with my ass in the air taking any load. He’s never let me suck him again and never fucked me. I guess I understand. But there’s always hope, right? - END -

I find the whole Nazi-fetish thing 'disturbing'. But then, some of us have a family history, ethnic background or a very brutally real reason to feel that way... And the Nazis knew how to dress.... HUGO BOSS!!! A gullible homo would have fallen for all that glitz and leather! But for the historical record, back in the 1930's, just like ONCE AGAIN TODAY (in the US) there are lots of elitist gays who fall or fell for that strong-man-thing. Sadly, I know quite a few of them! They don't realize that in the initial phase of seizing power, the (rustic German) log cabin gays are nothing more than 'useful idiots' for the inner core of the 'movement'. The SA, 'brown-shirts' lead by Ernst Roehm were a convenient brotherhood for lost souls and frustrated WWI veterans (who in 1933 would still all be in their early to mid 30's) and supposedly at its very core the SA was very homo-erotic. Ernst Roehm was the 'biggest' homo of them all and supposedly Hitler's political mentor. Hitler harbored a deep contempt for his mentor, maybe because of Roehm's earlier sexual advances. And within about a year of seizing power, Hitler decided that the SA with their rude, loud behavior and sexual exploits were a liability for the prudish conservative establishment. In the middle of summer of 1934 he tricked the upper ranks of the SA to gather up for big 'event' in a hotel in Munich where they supposedly celebrated (as usual) had gay orgies and getting drunk. The SS and Gestapo led by Hitler PERSONALLY surprised them all in the early morning hours, with the brown shirts probably with their pants down, and Hitler had them all arrested on trumped up charges. Most were later executed and Roehm given a gun (in his cell) with orders to kill himself. Long story short: that event came to be known as The NIGHT of the Long KNIVES. The SA was outlawed and from then on the Nazis had a virulent NO TOLERANCE policy to 'perversion' and homosexuality criminalized with an existing legal code 'Paragraph 175' (long story...) Anyways, gays from then on could be arrested on mere suspicion and were sent to Dachau where many were castrated, killed, tortured or died through misery.... that's where the pink triangle came in. The movie CABARET is a stunning dramatization of the time: sexually liberated Berlin turning ugly as the jack-booted Nazis would show to intimidate. Supposedly after the war, when concentration camp victims were liberated, the Allies IMMEDIATELY had gays rearrested and sent to prison AGAIN. So NOT SO CUTE ANYMORE when you know all that...

PART 7: After Marcus had bred Shawn with his POZ cum and I had forced him into a double penetration in which I blew my load in him and caused him to involuntarily blast his load hands-free between he and Marcus, we were all quite worn out. We were in a tangle of flesh against flesh in his dorm bed kindof talking to each other until we all fell asleep. I woke up first, it was evening, per the lack of sunlight through the blinds. I was groggy but also noticing I had a huge erection against Shawn's stunningly thick bubble ass. I wanted to plow him immediately. But thought it seemed a bit rapey, so I opted instead to ease my head down towards his ass, kissing and licking his lean muscular back all the way down to his gluts. I began caressing and massaging his beautiful bouncy cheeks and opening them up to look at his tight pink hole. There were traces of both mine and Marcus' cum around his hole and a little pinkness to some of it. I suspected when I surprised him with the double penetration that I probably tore him a little, subsequently moments before Marcus blew is POZ load up Shawn's ass. Seeing his tight hole with pink POZ cum had my cock leaking. I slowly began licking his hole clean. His hole was soft yet tight, it took me awhile to start getting my tongue past his hole and up inside him. Once it was wet enough I began to slide a finger into him. That's when Shawn let out a long slow moan. I froze, giving him the option to tell me to stop. Shawn softly whispered, "Fuck Nick, please don't stop, that feels so good, eat my hole good baby." and continued to moan in pleasure as my finger began it's gentle rotations on his prostate while my tongue worked on lubing up his quivering boy pussy. I really wasn't able to control myself at this point, I slide up his body which was still wrapped around Marcus' naked lean and tight body. I aligned my fat cock onto his hole and spat into my hand for extra lube, and eased my wooden limb into his willing ass. With just spit for lube I was amazed that I was able to keep sinking into him without any drag or resistance. Soon I was in balls deep, slightly on top of his shaking body. When Marcus felt my body weight on top of Shawn, who was on top of Marcus, he woke up and accessed the situation quickly. Marcus said, "Damn Nick, you wake up horny or something? Me too," as he grabbed his massive uncut hard cock squeezing a drop of precum out of the tip. He asked Shawn, "you want another round boy?" Shawn simply moaned deeply. Marcus looked at Shawn's face and then looked at me, "Shit, Nick, you're already inside him aren't you?" I replied, "Yeah man, early bird gets the worm, I woke up hard as stone against Shawn's ass, and couldn't resist eating our cum out of his hole while he was asleep, and just couldn't stop myself once I started." I began fucking into Shawn's tight warm fuck hole harder as Marcus got up on his knees to shove his thick dick into Shawn's open mouth. Shawn just said, "Fuck yeah, give me that big black cock," as he deepthroated Marcus' pole over and over again, pausing for a second, to say, "don't cum in my mouth, I want you both to breed my ass again with your POZ load." I was watching Shawn work Marcus' cock like a magician, making it disappear and re-appear at a break neck speed. I pushed down on Shawn's strong upper body so that I could have a good support and feel his back muscles, because I was beginning to rail on his hole, building up to a fast cumming climax. The scene was too hot for me and when I looked down at his ass bouncing against my hips as I pounded my raw cock in and out of his hole it was a thing of wet dreams, I immediately started blasting deep inside Shawn's bowels. Shawn quickly realized I was filling his hole and began to tighten his hole around my convulsing cock, which made me cum continuously for longer than expected. I felt totally empty. Usually I feel like I'm able to go a few more times after I first nut. Marcus pulled his cock out of Shawn's mouth, got off the bed, and asked Shawn, "You want me to breed you with my toxic load? Huh boy? You want this big load up your ass with Nick's?" "Gawd yes, please. Please breed me Marcus!" Marcus didn't even give me time to pull out, he pulled my body aside with one powerful move. I collapsed on the bed as Marcus pulled Shawn's ass into the air, wrapped his hands around Shawn's fat ass and slammed balls deep into him. My face was next to Shawn's and his mouth was wide open from the sudden shock of being impaled by Marcus. His eyes were glazed over with lust. I began to kiss Shawn's face, then scooted my body under his so that I could passionately make out with his soft young lips. Marcus wasted no time, and within minutes he was unloading into Shawn. Marcus exclaimed, "YEAH TAKE that fucking load bitch! You feel me breeding your neg hole?" Marcus finished filling Shawn up but began to speed up his pounding again. I thought, "Ahhh, the old familiar, double loads. Marcus was gifted like that. Delivering two loads within minutes. I've been on the receiving end of that gift several times." Just as I could tell Marcus was about to nut again, he grabbed my legs which were underneath Shawn while I made-out with Shawn during his anal assault. Marcus yanked my body down the bed hoisted my legs into the air and planted his fat cockhead on my hole simultaneously jerking off his wet cock and forcing it inside my resistant hole. He sank his body weight on top of me forcing half his cock into my hole and began shooting his second load. It hurt like a bitch, but once it started happening I didn't want it to stop til he was satisfied. He pushed the rest of dick deep into me and held it there. Marcus looked over at the clock and responded, "Damn it's 10PM already, do you guys wanna shower up and maybe head to a bar or something? Maybe come back here afterwards and have another fuck sesh?" We were all in agreement with Marcus' plan. We walked a couple blocks to catch a bus to head off campus and out of town to check out the bar scene. We all looked like some normal looking young fellas out for a good time. We stopped into a bar and grabbed some beers. It was pretty chill. As it got later, a group of bridesmaids came in dressed up in there typical tiaras, penis shaped...every novelty imaginable and were already drunk...and obnoxious. Shawn and I rolled our eyes and started making snarky comments. Marcus however was staring at the bride-to-be. Sometimes I forget that he's supposed to be straight. Or is straight...still has his girlfriend Chloe and they still live together and fuck. But again, sometimes it catches me off guard when I see him undressing a sexy young girl with his eyes. Part of me wondered if we could get her home with us and I could get Marcus to breed his POZ load into her pussy, the night before her wedding. Fuck, it sounds hot, but also like maybe I'm having some sick thoughts about stealthing a soon to be bride, thinking about how she'll probably give it to her husband. I realized I'm hard as a rock in my jeans, and they aren't doing a good job at hiding it. I turned around toward the bar and ordered three shots of tequila and said to the boys, "We've probably worn out our welcome here, let's finish off with a shot of tequila and head out." Marcus and Shawn in their own ways happily agreed to the decision. Marcus did steal another longing look at the bride to be. We settled up our tab and started walking past the other bars toward the bus stop. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck," Shawn loudly whispered as he ducked away from the bar windows to hide behind Marcus and I. Marcus replied, "Why you buggin' man?" Shawn said, "Look inside that bar," pointing toward the end of the bar, "that's my old Poli-Sci classmate that kinda raped me I told you about." Marcus and I looked at a very good looking and muscular jock drunkenly clinging to both the bar and his drink. The guy had on what looked like a painted on t-shirt and jeans, showing off quite a body. Even in his drunken state, his face was beautiful, and sad/angry looking. Shawn began to walk faster, trying to get away, while Marcus and I just stood there staring at our friend's rapist. Shawn stopped ten or fifteen feet away saying, "COME ON! I can't let him see me!" Marcus laughed, then I laughed. Shawn said, "What the hell is wrong with you two?" Marcus looked at me with a full knowing glance then spoke to Shawn, "Do you think that hot drunken jock in there is gonna hurt you when Nick and I are here with you? Let's go in." I wholeheartedly agreed. But Shawn was giving us his adamant protests...as Marcus and I sandwiched him between us and forced him through the doorway. We had to literally push Shawn up to the bar right beside his assailant. I ordered us all beers, then loudly told the bartender to, "get this guy a drink too." That caught his attention and he groggily looked up at me, "Do I know you? I didn't ask for a drink." as he started to puff up a bit. That's when he noticed Shawn between Marcus and I. He was visibly caught off guard. Perfect. He said to Shawn, "Oh. It's you. Hadn't seen you in awhile, you skipping class a lot?" Shawn was silent, but Marcus jabbed his finger into Shawn's side forcing him to speak, "Uhm, no. I dropped that class." The jock just shook his head in the affirmative then looked down and said, "I gotta take a piss." "Shit," I said, "he's probably baling." But just in case I slid down to his drink I bought him and dropped half a xanex I had in my pocket into it. I always take one xanex with me when I go anywhere in public because I suffer from extreme general anxiety disorder. I've never ever thought about doing what I just did, but inside I furious with this jock prick who raped my friend and got away with it like he was entitled to. Marcus and I already knew what we were going to do to him the second we saw him and all it took was a knowing glance between the two of us before we entered the bar. I looked at Marcus, and he walked off toward the restroom. He was in and out and back in 30 seconds. He said, "He's in there, I think he'll be back." Shawn looked confused and scared he asked us, "Guys? What's going on?" I looked at him firmly and said, "He raped you. Even if you enjoyed it a little bit and even if you blew your load, HE RAPED YOU. You told him, "NO." Shawn responded to us both, "Look guys, I understand, I know you want to protect me too, but can't we just let it go? Please?" Marcus responded this time, "Shawn, if we just "let it go" then he's going to do it again, and again, and again. Maybe not to you, but someone else. Do you want other people to go through that too? He's probably already done it to other people, most likely since he was in high school." Shawn said, "I don't know guys. You're not going to hurt him are you?" I said, "Yeah, we are Shawn. But I'm going to make sure he understands why, and we aren't going to send him to the hospital or anything, he just needs to learn a lesson." The jock came back looking more sobered up and downed his laced drink and looking at Shawn said, "See you guys later, I gotta go find some tail." I grabbed the jock's arm, man his arm was nice...and said, "You going back to campus? I think our buddy Shawn is too drunk to get us back and we're just here visiting our buddy. Do you think you could get us back to his dorm? I'm not sure which one it is." Shawn picked up on our plan and began to act drunk and tired. The guy looked at Shawn then us and said with a smirk, "Yeah, I know where Shawn lives, I can take you there. Do you two have a hotel in town?" I lied and said, "Yeah, we'll probably head back to the hotel once we get Shawn settled in." The frat boy got us back to Shawn's dorm, and we all entered. I began taking Shawn's clothes off, and asked the jock-boy to help me. He quickly obliged, although I could tell the drink and xanex were kicking in as he fumbled with Shawn's buttons on his jeans. He began to pull Shawn's pants off of him, and I watched as he tried to discretely grope Shawn's ass. We had Shawn down to his tight undies and onto his bed. Shawn acted like he was already passed out. The frat jock said, "You guys headed back to your hotel? I can watch after him." I went over to the fridge and grabbed three beers as Marcus said, "Yeah but I think we'll have a beer first," he pulled out a THC vape pen and asked him, "you like to get a little high with us first?" Free weed, or THC in this case, caused the dumb jock to not worry as much about getting Marcus and I out of Shawn's dorm. Marcus and I knew he only wanted us out of there so he could rape him again. I thought, "Not tonight bitch. You're going to get what's coming to you." I brought back the beers to Marcus and the boy as he was exhaling a huge cloud of THC. Jockboy was sitting next to Shawn on his bed and started coughing and hacking, I handed him the beer and he took a big swig of it. I asked him, "So what's your name man? I'm Nick and this is Marcus. Shawn never told us your name." He looked at us with hazy eyes and said, "I'm David. Wait, Shawn told you guys about me?" Marcus responded, "Yeah man, he told us about a really good looking guy he had a crush on in his Poli-Sci class like day one." The guy, I mean, David, looked confused and said, "Oh. I knew he stared at me a lot, kinda creeped me out, but I didn't know he had a crush on me." That began a long conversation and as the weed and alcohol set in on David, he wasn't so anxious for us to leave. Before long an hour had passed, and David had passed out. Marcus and I fell asleep too, but not before removing David's shoes, socks, shirt and undoing his pants. We also set an alarm on our watches to make sure we woke up before David did. 8AM rolled around and right on time Marcus and I were wakened. We quickly got undressed down to our underwear, enjoying each other's body's along the way. We were both already erect. We woke Shawn, and told him he did a good job last night playing along and to just follow our lead. Next Marcus and I tied David's arms to the bed then tightly knotted some rope around David's ankles. We continued gently pulling his pants down, much to our delight he hadn't worn underwear. His erection was average, nothing to brag about. Typical. David moved around a little when we pulled his pants off, but Marcus and I were quick to tied his ankles to the end of the bed. I got out my phone and asked Shawn if he'd like to suck David cock while I videod. He happily obliged. Personally I know Shawn's mouth skills were excellent and in minutes David was waking up. It took him a minute to realize the entirety of the situation. He was naked, tied to a bad, Shawn was sucking his cock while I caught everything on video. David said, "What the fuck!?!? What the hell do you think you're doing?" I put my phone down and straddled David's lean tanned chest, I'd already shucked my underwear at this point. I showed David the video that I expertly captured. It looked as if he had his arms above his head, but not tied, and he was thoroughly enjoying a guy suck on his cock." I thought it was funny that Shawn continued sucking David's cock this whole time. He could've quit any time after I had got the video. Shawn's a good bottom boy. haha. David had a massive look of panic on his face. Marcus and I explained to him in no uncertain terms that this was direct karma and payback for what he did to Shawn in that bar alley. David protested and said that Shawn wanted it, because he stared at him all the time. It took several minutes before we finally got it through the dumb jock's head that he did indeed rape Shawn. He cried, and apologized to Shawn, to me, to Marcus. He begged us to let him go. HA! I got off of David while Shawn stood up looking down at him. He looked at David in his crystal clear hazel eyes and got on top of him, he placed David's cock in between those beautiful ass cheeks and began teasing David's cock tip in and out of his hole. David moaned then realizing the scene said, "Please? I'm not gay man, don't do this." Shawn laughed and retorted, "Didn't I beg you not to fuck me that night? Not to rape me? This time I want it. You don't want this?" As he slid fully down onto David's achingly hard cock. David couldn't help himself, he moaned and tried to hide the pleasure on his face as Shawn began to ride his bare cock. Marcus walked up to David's open moaning mouth and pushed his massive dick into his mouth. David quickly moved his head to get the cock out of his mouth and said, "No, not that. I'm not a cocksucker." Marcus slapped him. Shawn told Marcus, "No, David slapped me much harder than that when he finished raping me. Slap him one more time, but leave a mark." Marcus slapped David again, and job well done. He left a bright red mark and a slightly stunned David. Marcus said, "You're sucking my cock or I'm fucking your ass. It's your choice. Although, you might want to consider sucking me off since I was born HIV positive." David wasn't a complete idiot. He at least knew the risk of HIV transmission via a blowjob was virtually non-existent, and he also knew Marcus' huge cock would definitely injure his hole and likely give him HIV. So he leaned his head up and took Marcus back into his mouth. I was feeling quite left out. So I set up my phone to record all of this, and decided I'd crawl in between David's legs and suck on his balls while Shawn rode his cock and Marcus facefucked the poor frat boy. I got into position, admiring Shawn's thick ass bobbing up and down on David's dick before spreading David's legs and driving my long wet tongue into his hole. I heard David groan around Marcus' cock and his body reacted to my expert rim job. Soon I worked a finger into his hole. I finger-banged his prostate as I heard Marcus say, "Swallow it bitch! Swallow it or I'll jam it in your ass." This had me incredibly erect as I watched my fingers work in and out of David's hole. I had three fingers in him now and was working a fourth in. I could hear David begin his climax. I hadn't cum yet though. I quickly positioned myself against my hand that was working David's hole and made a swift transition of my hand with my cock. I was now fucking David raw. He immediately noticed the difference and between heavy breathing and his impending orgasm quizzed me, "You don't have HIV do you? Please don't cum in me!" I assured him I had tested negative just a month ago. I didn't volunteer the facts that I had stopped my PrEP and been letting Marcus breed me without his meds. So I wasn't lying really. I actually didn't know my status to be honest. My thick curved cock was positioning my mushroom dickhead directly against David's prostate, this set him off. He was panting and his entire body was covered in sweat, shaking and tensing up. David said, "Oh my god! What are you doing? It feels like you're jacking me off from the inside!" "I'm pounding your pussy's g-spot," I said, "just enjoy it. It's a hidden pleasure zone most men never use. You're going to have the biggest orgasm in your life." David was a mass of flexing muscles speaking gibberish as he finally erupted inside of Shawn. David screamed out as his body spasmed over and over, blasting ropes of cum deep into Shawn, which of course, had Shawn gushing his load all over David's body. Not to be left out, I growled loudly as I filled his bitch ass full of my questionable load. As Shawn was coming off his cum-high, he slowly slid off of David. I kept fucking his hole, but got into a better position, knowing that I was now pounding his prostate like a half fuck-god, half machine. David was slightly less erect, but his body was totally limp from the exhaustion. I continued my assault on his pleasure button deep inside him and just as I was blasting another load into him his cock jumped and jumped and started spewing cum all over himself. I gently began pulling out as I grabbed his head and slid my tongue into his mouth. For a second he resisted, but his body was completely worn out. He had no fight or energy left. He began to kiss me back until my cock was fully out of his hole. Marcus and Shawn were already cleaning up and just watching the scene unfold. We had to leave David tied up for awhile longer to ensure we were able to have a long discussion about everything that happened. Everything that happened with Shawn before he had to transfer classes up until the present, as Shawn was giving him a sponge bath.

This bring back so many memories of when I took my first fist at 19. Now I’m just a rubber hole for a dick or fist.

Why they fetishized the Nazis instead of another group I think is because Nazi soldiers were hypermasculine, disciplined and abhorred weakness and effeminacy - like Tom of Finland’s sexy drawings which date from the same time. I don’t believe anyone in the post-WWII leather/BDSM scene was ever interested in the Nazis’ political or social ideologies.

Fucking hot damn! cuntboy is so fucking lucky!

First time I’ve filmed getting bred... nearby guy wanted an ass to breed so I waited ass up for him. he fucks me till he unloads in me https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/hungry-cumdump-gets-bred-41726461

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 .

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.

So fucking HOT!

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 🙂

This story is fucking hot as hell badjujuboy! Amazing! Just what I would want. Thanks for sharing it with us.

So we got together a few more times over the next few weeks.. This boy was a little too fem.. maybe a little too bitchy.. maybe a little too theatrical.. but in bed he offered a smooth pink hole that this daddy could fuck raw.. and just as I've had bbc fantasies where the dick couldn't get any bigger.. his dick was small , it really played into the dad son fantasy well. But like anything I wanted a little more, so I decided a trip to the local xxx theater was in store. The place we went to was the one I had been going to for a few years.. Has a great set up.. large rooms with couches.. porn playing.. lit well enough that you can actually see who you are fucking or whose dick you are sucking.. or as i was hoping.. whose black cock was fucking your new boyfriend. We went on a Friday night, a usually good night for black guys in particular. The store during the colder winter months usually let in black guys for free.. I guess it was good for business and it also gave some of them a warmer place to hang out if needed. Of course, I didn't let on to the new bf that this is what I had planned.. I did tell him in advance that I wanted to show him off.. told him he could even call me dad there.. let guys wonder if we were indeed a real father and son... So, soon as we got there, we found a couch, i stripped him naked.. and wasn't long before a couple of guys ( both black and white) were starting to investigate.. I too got naked ( I always do when i go here) and started by sucking his little hard cock.... Being ever so careful not to let him cum quickly by the excitement of the place. Then put his mouth on mine. To my delight, guys were already stroking to the scene playing out before them. Then I started to eat his ass.. I had him stand up and got on my knees.. His slender body standing up for all to see. One guy approached and I put my hand up as if to say Just watch for now please. Took out some lube and lubed up my cock and his ass.. Then safest way for me not to cum too fast. I had him sit on my cock. Riding it slowly, his small clit still rock hard was showing how excited he was by it all.. I was glad for that and I was now ready for the next stage of our evening .

That's one of the things I like about pulling a train. On the weekend I went to Spa Excess here in Toronto and got gang fucked on the fuck bench. Took seven cocks and five loads one after another. As soon as one guy finished the next one slid in. Didn't need to add any lube. Most of the guys I only saw when they pulled their dripping cocks out of my ass and slid them down my throat while the next guy churned up the multiple loads in my ass. Only downside is that a lot of the cum ends up dripping on the floor instead of in my hole.

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Asleep and Taking Loads My boy and I have been coming up with some fun risky scenarios to play out getting him more comfortable taking raw POZ cock. It totally turns both of us on. Over the past few months, I’ve shared his holes with a few guys, mostly buddies, mostly NEG or POZ and medicated. He suggested lining up a few NEG guys online to come over for some group fun and pretend to be drugged up and knocked out. He figured I’d be there to keep things from getting out of hand, so where’s the real harm, right? He told me that he’d start to moan or ‘wake up’ if he’d had too much and wanted to stop. Plus, I’d get to watch these strangers breed my boy and then fuck their cum into his ass. What could go wrong? My boy decided that Saturday night would be our best bet to get a lot of guys. I placed an ad with a few naked pictures showing his hole full of cock, one of it freshly bred and leaking seed, letting guys know he was serious: GUY TAKING NEG LOADS WHILE PASSED OUT. FUN STARTS AT MIDNIGHT THIS SATURDAY. SEND PICS AND STATS FOR ADDRESS. Within the next two days, I’d had about ten replies. Most were from NEG guys who loved the idea. One was from someone POZ saying how risky it was just to trust people. He went on to say that some POZ guys might just say they were NEG and join the scene anyway. He included a pic of his muscular back with a big biohazard tattoo and a really nice, slightly saggy ass. I knew he was right, but sent the address and instructions to come on in to the rest of the NEG guys who I wanted to see raw top my sleepy boy. Saturday afternoon we had an early light lunch and I got the house ready while my boy lounged in the tub and took his time really deep cleaning. We put the bed in the middle of the room and stripped it of our normal sheets with a black rubber mattress cover in their place. My boy took a few hits of poppers and laid down as I ate his hole. Around 11:45, I heard the front door open and two or three voices chatting as they came up the stairs. My boy winked at me and closed his eyes. Three guys came in and stripped their clothes off as I fingered my boys ass, saying that he was out cold, and they could have their way with him. One guy shoved his cock down my boy’s throat. Another one lined up and spit on his dick before shoving it into my boy. My slutty boy must have been really struggling to not groan or moan on those cocks. The third guy, a real frat boy, seemed to be having a hard time getting it up, so I knealt down suck his cock until it was ready to breed my boy. While I was gobbling the frat boy’s cock, a fourth guy showed up, big muscle guy. I remembered his thick tool from his pics. He stipped off his shorts and winked at me while I went back to sucking the frat boy off. The first two men came, one shooting his load all over my ‘sleeping’ boy’s face and hair. The first top shot his load deep into my boy. When he pulled out there was a white river leaking out. I smeared some cum out of my boy’s bangs onto my cock and pushed their cum into him. I fucked my boy for a few minutes. The first two guys were naked and jerking each other off while the frat boy watched and slapped his thickening dick on my boy’s slack mouth. The muscle guy tapped my ass and told me he was ready for his turn. He was rock hard and truly thick, naked from the waist down, his frame peeking out of a black tanktop. I knew my boy must have been struggling to take it all so fast, even though he was well-lubed and pretty open. I watched from behind as he forced inside my boy, his broad shoulders flexing under that shirt. My boy remained totally silent as the guy stabbed his dick balls deep and then went to hammering. When he was about to cum, he shook his head and said, ‘not yet.’ The frat boy was finally fully hard and slid on into my silent boy. I needed a piss really bad, and the first top told me he was thirsty. ‘Not here,’ I said, and pointed to the bathroom. The guy got in the shower and I pissed into his mouth. He swallowed every drop. We were only out of the bedroom for a minute or two when the frat boy shouted that he was going to cum, and we raced back in to watch him hammer his load into my ‘passed-out’ boy’s hungry hole. The muscle guy was next to my boy’s shoulder with his back to us, tapping a spot on his arm. He jerked his cock as the frat boy came then took his place, not waiting for me to have a turn. The guy grunted and growled as he pummeled my boy’s raw ass but my boy never made a sound. As he force fucked my boy, I watched as his ass flapped around and realized where I’d seen it before. I wasn’t at all surprised when his shirt crept high enough that I could see the points of his biohazard tattoo peeking out, but I was too horny to do anything to stop it. I knew this POZ stranger was about to breed my boy, just like he warned me he would. The muscle stud roared as he filled my boy up. ‘I’m breeding you, boy, filling you up with POZ cum! You like that?’ he asked. The three NEG guys sort of freaked out and made a quick exit, grabbing their clothes as they left. I stood there shocked, but fully hard and about to shoot my load. Still inside my boy, the guy leaned forward, ‘You like this game boy? Want me to call my toxic friends over and share your hole with them? You want me to stop?’ My boy didn’t reply. I knew he wanted to eventually take POZ cum, and was waiting for a sign that it was time to call it a night. I rubbed my boy’s face and tried to ask him if he wanted more, but he just drooled. I was a little freaked out. The POZ muscle top went over to his phone and clicked around. He held the screen towards me and I saw a conversation on it: Person 1: Hey boy. Nice profile. You take raw POZ cock? Person 2: I want to… I have this fantasy. Person 1: Yeah? What’s that? Person 2: I convince my man to host a NEG-only party and pretend to be passed out. But, I get a POZ guy to come over and actually give me something so I pass out and can’t stop him from breeding me. Person 1: Yeah, boy? I could do that for you. I have connections… and maybe some POZ buddies who might be into joining… Person 2: Cool Keep your eyes peeled for an ad. That’ll be us. In case my man doesn’t send you the address, here it is: ********** Person 1: Cool. You really want me to mess you up and knock you out? Person 2: Yes, please. The POZ stud took his phone back and grabbed my hips. He guided my cock into my boy’s puffy cummy hole. ‘You like this scene?’ ‘Yeah,’ I replied. 'Breed him. Mix your seed with mine inside him. He wants this.’ He rocked my hips forwards and backwards faster and faster until I shot my load into my boy, pushing that POZ and those NEG loads deeper inside him. The stud licked his lips as I pulled out and spread my boy’s cheeks. He sucked out as much cum as he could until it was smeared all over his mouth. ‘Clean me!,’ he ordered. I licked all over his mouth as he jammed his fingers in and out of my boy. ‘Good thing you’re into this. My buddies are already on their way over…’

Part 12 It then hit me, I was smiling about getting probably pozzed? What was I thinking? I had thought I was completely straight, wife, kids, never touched another guy and now what? I had taken so many cocks in my formerly virgin ass in one night and seemed they were all hvl toxic HIV positive and had let them all fill me with this cum. Not only that but I found I had loved almost every single time and wanted more. I couldn't seem to get enough. What the hell was I thinking? My mind was in a complete whirl as to what had happened and what am I going to do now? I had been drunk to start with, but now I was stone-cold sober and still craving more cock. I was having a really hard time wrapping my head around it. I could only seem to come back to one thing and that was, how do I get some more cock to pound my hole with. What a dilemma I should get the hell up and get dressed and get the hell out of there. To where though was a good question? I slowly sat up and looked around for my clothes. They were scattered all over the room. I got out of the bed and started to pick them up and found that I had so much cum in me it was starting to seep out of my ass and run down my legs. It was like a river. I must have taken a gallon of cum up my hole to pour out like this. My hole was so opened up at the moment I could not clench it enough to stop the flow. What a mess and yet so hot too. For some reason, I couldn't fathom I found myself reaching down and scooping some of the run out into my hand. I brought it up to look at and without thinking about it, I suddenly realized I had brought it right to my mouth and was licking it up and swallowing it like some nectar or something. As it dawned on me what I was doing, I was shocked but as I finished what I had I had an uncontrollable need and found myself scooping more and then more until I was pushing my fingers into my hole and almost dragging more out to drink. I was drunk on cum and was getting hard again from it. I had completely forgotten about gathering my clothes and drank until I could not get any more out of me, actually driving my fingers into my ass to get every drop I could and then finally licking my fingers and hand clean of every last drop. I was crazy for more and could not understand why. It had become like a drug to me and I needed more somehow. What the hell was I doing? Why was I like this? My mind in complete turmoil and wondering if I should now get dressed or wait naked to see if more guys would come in and fill me with more of their precious cum. I was in uncharted territory for me and had no idea what to do. Should I get dressed and get the hell out of there? Should I get dressed and go look for more guys to fuck me? Should I just lay back down and wait and see if someone comes to do me again? Maybe, I should just walk out naked and go to the bathroom and see if someone sees me and comes and ravishes my ass? I could not even think straight. I giggled at that as I guess after what I had been doing for hours, I didn't see how I could think 'straight' at all anymore. I finally decided the hell with clothes for now and walked into the hallway to head to the toilet. I walked in and for some reason, my insides churned a little and I sat down on the stool. I hardly got sat down when my bowels let loose with a torrent and I glanced down to see it looked to be mostly more cum, wow I didn't think there was any more in me but wow a lot and as it finished dribbling out I took a piss too. My damn cock was partially up though and it almost went straight out onto the floor but I clamped my legs at the last moment and held it back and then I reached down and squeezed my cock to stop the flow. Then thinking about something I had read once, I aimed it at my face, opened my mouth and let it go straight into it and swallowed all I could get with the last just running down my chest and stomach. By the time the last bit came out my cock was standing straight up and hard as a rock. WOW, what a turn on that was. Just then the door, I had forgotten to lock, came open and in walked one of the guys who had been fucking me. He took one glance and just walked over and took his cock out and I opened my mouth and he began to piss and as he did he drove his cock into my mouth so that not a drop got out and I had to swallow fast as could be. As he finished he too was getting hard and I sucked him for a bit. Then he reached down and grabbed my legs and tipped me back and pulled my ass up in the air and drove his cock deep into my ass. He grinned at me as he pumped hard and deep into me. I grinned back like a dummy or something. He pounded my ass for a good 15 minutes and then drove hard into me one last time and I could feel his cock pulse as he filled my hole with another load of toxic cum. My own cock was throbbing too but I didn't cum yet. God, it felt so good. He pulled out and told me he was going to go tell the other guys my hole was almost empty and in need of more filling. I got up and went back to the bedroom to lay down and wait.

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PART 7 My lips wasted no time latching onto his cock head, trying to pull more and more of his rod into my mouth. As I worshiped his shaft with my mouth and tongue, he spoke to me, saying “Yeah baby, it’s all yours. Just like that. Give in, sexy. We both know you need my cock.” His advice was driving me crazy, especially as he segued to saying “Feel how hard you have me? We both know why you want me so hard, don’t we? 'Cause your little hole needs my cock, doesn't it?” I found my gaze fixed on his eyes, even as my mouth was stuffed with dick and, if truth be told, my eyes were watering as a consequence of being choked by his cock. However, he wasn't disconcerted, but rather smiled and nodded in approval, stroking the side of my face as I continued to suck his dick like life itself depended on it. And on he whispered, “God that feels so good. My sexy little cocksucker, such an eager boy. So hungry for a man’s cock. But I know what Chris is really hungry for. And I don’t think he can hold much longer. Is my sexy boy ready to get fucked?” I finally released his cock from my mouth, only to gasp, “ Yes , yes.” With that admission he pulled me up, positioned me on my back, my ass aligned with the edge of the bed. Without being asked, I pulled my knees up, exposing my young inexperienced hole. Was I thinking about HIV? Yeah I was. But I was doing it anyway. For Tom, it was worth the risk. At least, my cock drunk mind was able to say that at the moment, as I was writhing and grunting as he was lubing my hole and sliding his finger into me. And now out came his mysterious brown bottle. “Four deep hits in each side, sex. Do it,” he ordered. I complied, remembering what this stuff had done to me when I last used it. And, a few seconds later I found myself pushing my hole out and thrusting my hips backwards, trying desperately to snare Tom's huge cock - so close and yet not close enough. I needed it. “Please!,” I was able to get out in a gasp. “Four more, each side,” he ordered again, even though I was flying still. Still I complied with Tom's order with the result I lost all control and now begged “Please, please put it in me. Please Tom fuck me!” “What about my cum sexy? You want me to fuck you 'til I cum in you?" Tom whispered in the sexiest voice I had ever heard. And I was flying. And I did. I adamantly wanted, no, needed his cum. And I wanted to make him happy. “Fucking cum in me, fill me up,” I moaned. With that Tom slowly slid into me, the poppers helping me in taking his huge cock, my ring popping open as I accommodated Tom’s raw cock. “This is the best hole, baby. Fuck, your hole is gripping my cock and pulling me into you. Feels so good,” he moaned. As he worked in and out, I could feel him working deeper to open-up my hole up. He leaned down to kiss me and I eagerly returned the kiss, my arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer. “Feels so good, feels so good. Big fucking cock, so good,” I was babbling, completely lost now in the fuck. “Getting close. Gonna cum. You know I ain’t wearing a rubber. Ready for this load? Want that cum up in you?” he whispered. At that moment, nothing else mattered by his cock and my hole. It felt so good. Tom was fucking me deep and hard. “Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me,” was all I could say over and over. Tom’s strokes became erratic and then he almost shouted, “Take that fucking load boy. Feel that cum fill you up.” I held him in my embrace ever tighter, my mind solely focused on the thought my hole had pleasured Tom so much he was made to cum. This time, it took a few more seconds for the guilt to rush back. And he was still in me. And it felt so good. But it was so wrong. But why wasn’t I pushing him off? And then I realized I had cum. Again, it had happened. My focus was so on the pleasure of my hole, my cock hadn’t mattered. As the seconds passed and his cock softened and flopped out of my hole, I was back and forth, loving the moment and feeling so bad for loving it. Tom had HIV and now he had fucked me twice. This guy was so hot that I no longer cared if I contracted HIV. What was I gonna do?

I think it comes down to non-consensual behavior is wrong whether from a family member or not, and it comes down to forgiveness, the person who did it, and in some ways forgiveness for oneself as there is usually an "enjoyment" factor To me it is completely separate from incest. I think there is nothing more beautiful than a willing father and son fucking. I am friends with more than one set of fathers and sons that have had willing sex, and none of them ever regretted it. If fact, you'll never meet an emotional closer father/son.

Regardless of how "hot" you think it is, anyone who deliberately violates the conditions under which their partner agreed to have sex is an asshole and is committing sexual assault. And just because this this is a site for guys who like breeding, doesn't mean that everyone here is only having sex with guys who also like breeding. If a guy tells you he wants you to use a condom and you don't want to use one, be a fucking adult and find someone else to have sex with.

I am thankful for all the responses so far. In particular HereInLondon, I thank you for your honesty and candid views on the topic. Just a note, I have 2 friends (who do not know each other) who are both HIV positive and I tried to have this discussion about STD's with them and here's what they told me: Friend number one, who is a total bottom and who cannot get enough loads in his hole, informed me that he has NEVER had any STD's in his entire life (except for HIV). I do know for a fact that he takes multiple anonymous loads all the time. He sometimes advertises online inviting all tops to his pump and dump parties where he's the only bottom. Yeah, he has an insatiable need to get lots of strangers' cum inside him (both orally and anally). I do not believe that he has any reason at all to lie to me. He's 38 years old. I have known him for several years and never caught him in a lie. Could he possibly be telling me the truth? I guess anything is possible. Friend number 2 is currently an escort in New York City. He is a total strict top and a former bareback porn star. I reached out to him when I got my first diagnosis of gonorrhea. I wanted to know if he could relate and give me some advice....especially since he frequents raw sex parties and bathhouses like I do. It was then, for the first time, he told me that he is HIV positive. More importantly he told me then that he doesn't contract any other STD's because of the medication he takes for HIV. Yes, he said his HIV medication prevents him from contracting any other STD's. Just like Friend # 1, this Friend #2 has absolutely no reason to lie to me. However, a little over a week ago, I asked a doctor who treats lots of HIV patients in NYC if HIV medication can prevent men from contracting other STD's....and she said that's absolutely impossible. So based on the ambivalent and confusing information I was getting, I came here, to this web site; hoping to get some clarity. Hoping that I can learn from the experiences of others. If as gay men, we were silent about HIV and AIDS as it ravaged the gay community in the 80's and 90's, then I honestly don't believe we would be enjoying the rapid advances of medical science in treating the disease...to the extent where today a diagnosis of HIV is no longer a death sentence. That's just my opinion. By the same token, I honestly believe that our silence about gonorrhea, syphilis, chlamydia, etc. will do us more harm than good in the long run. Progress can start when we are willing to share our own personal experiences in a forum like this. Here we can separate facts from fiction. Here we can learn from each other. I would like to think of this web site as a judgement-free zone for gay barebackers like myself. Discussion about STD's (other than HIV) is at worst a taboo topic; and at the very least the topic is uncomfortable for gay men to face fearlessly. Again, I am thankful for all who have shared so far.

Part 4 I put the clothes on that Master gave me, which consisted of a pair of yellow spandex shorts and a white tank top, both of which were way too small for me. The shorts barely reached past my groin, hugging my muscle ass and prominently displayed my caged up cock. Master looked me up and down saying, "well, you're overdressed, but we have to go out in public." Grabbing the leash and a black bag, he led me out the door. Realizing what a slut I looked like, I hesitated momentarily, but a hard yank on the leash pulled me outside. I walked with my head down, embarrased, to his van while strangers laughed at me. Master just threw me in the back of the van and off we drove. Shortly we arrived at an adult bookstore, a particularly sleazy looking one, and I was led inside. "On your knees pig!" I was ordered. "You will always crawl on your hands and knees unless were outside!" I obeyed while he led me up to the counter. "Got a new one I see." said the older man working there. "Yup," said Master, "fresh as of last night, but we're working on that," he laughed. "I hope the special room is avaiable. I need to leave my chemslut somewhere for a few hours." "It is," the man answered, "it's still early, there's only a couple guys back there at the moment. It'll get busier. You know Saturday's are always a good day. He should be quite popular." "I'm sure he will be." said Master as he was pulling off my clothes. "We'll just leave these up here." With that he led me into the back. The guys that were already there were older and enjoyed watching a teen jock being led naked to the special room. Basically it was like any video booth with glory holes on each side, with a few differences. For one, it was the only booth that had a hanging light bulb, illuminating the booth. On the wall opposite the door was a chain attached, which Master padlocked to my collar. It allowed enough room to move between the glory holes, but not enough to reach the door, and certainly not to leave. Above, pointing down, were two video cameras aimed to catch all the action. The final difference in this room was a drain in the middle of the floor. Reaching into his bag, Master pulled out a baggie of powder and proceeded to lay out two fat lines on the dirty cement floor. Handing me a straw, I didn't need to be told what to do. I snorted the lines off the floor while Master laughed at me. "Look what a pig you're becoming. Snorting lines off a dirty floor that men have pissed and cum on. And you were once so proud. I'm leaving now, I know I don't have to tell you what to do." With that he left. I was alone, chained in a sleazy bookstore, tweaking and horny. A cock came through a hole, and I immediately started sucking it, knowing it belonged to one of those old men I saw. I didn't care. I dove on it and sucked it for all I was worth. It didn't take long before he was feeding me a load of hot cum, pumping it down my throat. As he finished, the door opened and an ugly fat guy walked in and dropped his pants. Without a word he grabbed my hips and shoved his hard cock right in my ass. I moaned like a whore as he sunk it deep in me, just happy to have another cock in me. He pumped me hard, his fat belly slapping against my rock hard ass cheeks for at least 15 minutes before he pumped my guts with his sperm. Pulling out he shoved his dirty cock in my mouth and I greedily sucked it clean. Then he pulled out and started to piss on me, drenching my face, my golden blond hair, and my tan muscular body. I just wallowed in it. After the fat man left, a few minutes later another man entered the booth. A big black man. "Oh yea! We got some nice young white pussy today!" he said. "I hope you can take a big cock, cause even if you can't, you will!" He dropped his pants to reveal a cock bigger than mine. It had to be at least 12 inches, and FAT. He didn't waste a moment and shoved that monster right in me. I howled as he buried himself to the hilt in one thrust. "Oh yea, that's some good pussy. Love to feel it spasm on my cock!" As he started his pounding, an anonymous cock poked through the hole. The black man just grabbed my hair and rammed my face down on the cock. With my hair in his fist he brutally slammed the cock in and out of my throat while he battered my ass. I just grunted like a pig while I was brutally spit roasted. I was eventually rewarded with sperm being pumped in both my horny holes. That's how my day went. I was indeed the most popular pig of the day. A chemed up teenage jock slut doesn't happen every day, and the men made sure to take advantage of the opportunity. By the time Master came to get me, several hours later, I was a cum dripping, slimey, piss covered mess. My knees were scraped raw and bloody. Master sat there and watched the last few men use me before he finally had to call it quits, much to the chagrin of those still waiting their turn. "Sorry guys," Master said, "my pig has to move along to his next appointment. You're welcome to join us later at Club Taurus for more fun." With that he unchained me from the wall and threw my clothes at me, leading me out to his van and our next adventure.

It depends on the man, obviously; body chemistry varies and the results of not bathing for a while will likewise vary. I like musk, not acrid/rancid; I once encountered a trucker at a glory hole whose musk gave me an instant hardon. I followed him back to his sleeper cab and he claimed he hadn't showered in a week and a half and while I was sucking his cock he kept apologizing for his "stink" until I shoved one arm up and started licking his armpit. He'd been hard while I was sucking him, but that sent him into blued-steel territory and it wasn't long before I was back on his cock swallowing a big load. Even if I don't much care for a man's natural smell - I'd still rather have that than some artificial perfume crap; lots of those have something in them that sets off my allergies, and sneezing with watery eyes just isn't sexy.

Tonight I traveled to the tops' apartments - Got fucked by 5 guys in about 3 hours and got 4 loads... By the last two fucks there was a puddle of cum under where we fucked I had so much in my ass...