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Justin had just broken up with another girlfriend. This is the third one in a year and a half. Struggling and fighting his urge to be with a guy, he had played with a few guys on vacation and in between girlfriends. Sucked a dick here and there and jacked off with buds while they watched porn and even fucked two guys. He had secretly hoped a couple of the jerk off buds had been interested in fucking him and often jacked off to it. Most of the time Justin searched for guys online to talk to and jack off about and with. One guy he was talking to Mark in California asked him if he had ever been on BBRT, just asked what that was and Mark told him he needed to check it out. He sent him a user name and password, Mark used this account when he was whoring out a bottom and told Justin to use it for now it's paid for and check out all the hot guys there! Let me know what you think? Just spend the next three days searching profiles and he found lots of hot guys and really huge dicks on the site, he started reading the profiles and not just looking at the pictures and he found that a lot of the guys were POZ. Just started to quickly close the profile once he realized a guy was POZ. For the next three day he enjoyed BBRT and jacked off several times a day. Mark hit him up while on BBRT from his profile. The exchange is below: Mark : Hey little slut, how is it going? See anyone you want to fuck or get fucked by? Justin: Yes, Justin had written down the names of several guys who he wanted to fuck him, he gave him three names! Mark: Nice, I see you want to get fucked. You only sent me tops. Good pics bud! Too bad they are are so far away. Justin: Yea, I have never been fucked but really want to try it. Mark: Too bad I am not there, I would def help you out. Justin: I have you on my list, your pics are amazing and that huge uncut dick makes me want to suck you till till you cum. Mark: You would be on your knees in second of me walking into you place and I would be using your throat deep before I fuck and load you. Justin : OMG that would be so hot, If you are ever here I want to do just that. Mark: Be careful what you wish for! Justin: I am so horny know, I really need to jack off but I have to go to work. TTYL Mark: Yes you will! Mark starting searching form some guys to start breaking in little Justin. The first guy Mark lined up was a young white guy with a thin 8 inch dick. Mark sent him a message and a few others guys. It was not long till his first choice hit him back saying, we are both tops not sure this will work.

I was itchy stepping up to the tattoo parlor with fear and excitement. Once I found out I was poz I was ready to make the next move and mark it so everyone else knew of my new station in life. The guy who pozzed me was so happy for me he set up an appointment for me with his ink guy and told me I could get as much ink as I wanted on him to celebrate it. I had a few ideas of what I wanted and I was ready for whatever came next. I walked into the shop and was greeted by an extremely hot blonde man with an extremely buff body that could easily be on the cover of GQ and any weight lifting magazines. I already started to drool seeing this Adonis in front of me. His tattoos went all down his arms and made him even more sexy. His green eyes were so bright when he saw me walk in and he smiled showing his bright white teeth. He walked up to me and put me in a big bear hug and I could feel his hard cock push up against me and it made me so hard in my pants and I know he could feel it as well. Elijah it's great to meet you Jimmy had told me the great news and I am happy to hear you're one of us but he didn't tell me how cute you are. Strip down for me and let me see what my canvas will look like before. Now I'm not a big guy, I'm 5ft 7 and weigh in at 175 pounds with a swimmers build being on the swim team in school. I have black hair and blue eyes and a nice six pack from swimming and from spending some time in the gym. I have a nice bubble butt that everyone tells me they love when they eat it out and push their cocks into my tight hole. My cock surprised everyone because they couldn't expect someone of my size. When they saw that someone like me had an 11 inch cock hard and 8 soft I always got whoever was fucking me to shove my monster in their ass as well and I always obliged. I got the same reaction out of Sam when he saw me and loved that I also had a nice PA right on the head and a Jacobs ladder to go with. Sam like everyone else looked like a deer in headlights but quickly recovered his composure and went straight down on his knees in front of me and engulfed my cock in one fell swoop. I was shocked that he was able to go straight down on me and I tried my hardest to not cum right there. After sucking me for a few minutes he got up and bear hugged me again saying he was just in so much shock that he had to do that. I told him that it was more than fine and I hopped we could do more of that sometime. He said he hopped so but for now let's get down to why we are both here. Sam went over to the door and locked the door and turned off the open light and closed the curtains. We talked for a bit and we went over what I would like to have done tonight. I explained that I wanted to get to b Red biohazard tattoos on my nipples and the the letter P on my left buttcheek another biohazard symbol on my hole for O and the Z on my right cheek so now everyone who spreads my ass knows about me. I could see Sam was so turned on with that idea he was openly stroking his hard cock in his pants. I told him he could get more comfortable if he wanted to and in an instant he was naked showing off more of his tattoos and I could also see he as well had a nice spiked PA on his 8 inch cock. Just like him when I saw it I engulfed his cock to the root like he did with me. I loved the taste of his cock and loved the feeling of his thick cock in my throat. Sam shaked at this surprised and had to grab the chair to help steady himself. Sam moaned as I lapped around his cock with my expert tongue making Sam moan even more. I could feel his balls start to tighten so I pulled off of him because I wanted his load somewhere else instead of my mouth. I stood up and smiled at Sam and let him catch his breath a bit and kissed Sam deeply on the lips and inserted my tongue deep into his mouth. Once we were done with the heavy make out session Sam had me bend over so he could look at my hole and ass to assess what needed to be done. I felt a chill as he rubbed his finger around my pink hole and a shock when he pushed it in all the way and it made me jump. Sam chuckled at my response and commented on how sensative I was. Well Elijah everything looks good but there was one more thing I need to do before we can start. I looked over at him and saw how much he was dripping precum and had an idea as to what he was going to say. He saw me looking and said "yeah you were right I need to have at that ass before we can start." I smiled back at him and bent over the tattoo table and shook my ass teasing him to come get it. Close your eyes sweetheart I got a few surprises in store for you. I got excited and closed my ass as requested and then I could feel something cold go around my my wrists and ankles and now felt I couldn't move. I was a little scared now but Sam rubbed my ass cooing at me that everything was going to be fine. Sam walked away from me again and because I wasn't instructed to open my eyes I kept them shut tight. I could hear more sounds of footfalls that sounded more like more people around me and it made me a bit more panicked. After the sounds quited now Sam's voice said you can go ahead and open your eyes now. I opened them and the first thing I saw was Jimmy naked as the day he was born along with about twenty other guys all naked and I could see all of them sporting bright red biohazard tattoos and they all said surprise.

A few years ago when Craigslist personals was still active I was in my freshman year at NC State University. I have a high sex drive and was constantly checking out sites like CL and Grindr for quick, and easy hookups. Over time I began to notice many ads about fun in the bathrooms at D.H. Hill Library. The thought of playing in public really turned me on so I messaged one of the ads just trying to get info on where people met up and how to get play started. Luckily the guy gave me all the tips that I now know about cruising and best bathroom and times to go. The next day I had a short day of classes so after finishing up I went to the library around 2. I went to the West wing where it was recommended and I picked second to last stall so I could potentially have someone on the either side. This side of the library was much quieter so fewer interruptions. First guy to come in after I sat down just went to the urinal and I was already getting excited of what might happen. He finished and left when about 5 minutes later someone else comes in and takes the stall to the left of mine. This bathroom has 4 stalls so most people wanting privacy would have taken the one 2 stalls away from me. I quickly got a bit nervous and got ready to bolt, but I took a deep breathe and began to slowly tap my foot as I had been instructed by the guy on CL. Shortly after the guy sticks his fingers under the stall and beckons at me. Nervously I get off the toilet, but have a raging hard on and get my legs under the partition. Quickly my 7 inch cut dick is enveloped by a hand and he begins to stroke me up and down teasing my head. After a bit there is movement on his side as he gets down and puts his lower half under the partition. The guy has thin, but toned legs and a dick that wasn't very big at around 5.5, but had decent girth and was beautifully cut. In a low, commanding voice he told me to suck him. I began to rub his legs as I bent over with my ass near the partition and obeyed. Internally I was still panicking about this all, but I was so damn turned on. I kept sucking him quite sloppily getting his dick wet and down my throat. As I did this he began to rub my ass under the stall. I kept bobbing on his tasty dick when he again commanded, *Sit on it." I was not prepared at all for this. I had only come with the intention of oral play so had not brought a condom. I told him as such, but he responded it did not matter and again commanded me to sit on it. My fear of STI's quickly came to my head and again I wanted to bolt, but I just stood there on my knees staring at his dick. Finally I thought to myself fuck it, I will try it this one time. I told him ok and turned around and began to squat hovering over his bare dick. I hear a loud spit and then felt wet fingers probing at my hole. I began to leak precum and get even harder and knew this was the point I was going to go through with it. After he got me nice and wet I slowly brought my ass down to the tip of his dick. And then further and further and further down. He was all the way in me and I was in exstacy. Once I got comfortable with him inside he began to fuck me hard from underneath the stall pounding away at my prostate. I kept bouncing back on him trying to feel his raw dick as deep inside of me as possible. My precum kept leaking and dripping over my legs with all the motion and he started to whisper how hot my bare ass was and that I should keep meeting him and others in bathrooms. After a few minutes of him fucking me, without warning he began to grunt and I felt my ass getting filled up. He went soft and pulled out with some of the cum spilling on the floor. He quickly pulled his pants up and left the bathroom while I stood there still squatted in a daze. I could not believe what had just happened, but I was still rock hard. I ended up jacking off until I blew my own huge load. After cumming I got a huge wave of guilt and fear of what I might have just gotten from a stranger. I left in a panic and told myself I would never go back. But, as you can infer from this story dear reader, I did go back. Many more times in fact and I think over the few years after I was at NC State I got a few more loads from this guy. But I guess I will never know as I never saw his face and that is half the thrill of it.

Part 11 - July 2017 Byron took the final curtain call for the evening with Louise to a standing ovation from the audience, this becoming a regular thing with every performance. The Broadway critics loved the show and gave rave reviews seeing Louise performing again and giving Byron amazing write up's as standing out next to the star of the show, able to hold his own and command the audience. His few solo singing and dancing parts drew thunderous applause just like Louise's had. They were running in to the last 3 weeks of the production. He sat in his dressing room looking at the text from Sam and put his phone down. He was upset that Sam couldn't make it out as he was touring through Europe with a German ballet company. Sam had been keeping up with the reviews and would constantly send Byron messages heaping praise and promising they would see each other in December. Byron had kept in touch with Jack and told him about Marcus and the time they spent together, even confessing how upset he was when it turned out to be nothing but sex. Still he had brought happiness to Marcus and Tyler, despite his own sadness around Sam being unable to fly out. Tyler and he would still spend together in bed. Tyler knocked on the dressing room door and walked in seeing the sad look on Byron's face, he went over and put his arms around Byron's neck hugging him. They had been a rock to each other after Marcus left for LA, Tyler was supporting Byron now that Sam was not coming over. "How do you do that, keep turning up when I am sad" Byron joked looking at Tyler in the mirror. Tyler smiled and sat down "Don't know, maybe I can sense your sadness" he laughed. Byron wiped the make up off his face "Thank you Tyler, and I really mean it" he said smiling at him. Tyler picked up a wipe and helped "You only have to ask me and I will sleep with you" he said. Byron leaned in and kissed him "I know" he replied kissing him. They were interrupted by another knock at the door "Come in" Byron called, he finished wiping his face. "Is this where the new star of Broadway dresses" Stefan called out opening the door. Byron stood and ran over in to his arms bursting in to tears "Hell Byron what is the matter?" Stefan asked. He sniffled "Nothing, god I am so happy to see you" he said kissing Stefan on the mouth. Tyler stood up and knew immediately this was Byron's man "I should go Byron" he said. Stefan looked over "And who are you?" he asked "Are you fucking my man?" he looked seriously at Tyler. Tyler unsure what to make of it looked at Byron "Boyfriend?" he asked. Byron wiped his face "Stefan come and meet Tyler" he said. Stefan shook hands with Tyler "Well have you?" he asked looking at Tyler seriously. Byron laughed "Very much so" he replied winking at Tyler. Tyler looked at them both "So you are his boyfriend?" he asked Stefan. Byron laughed "Stefan here is straight" he said seeing Tyler looking relieved "Well sort of" he chuckled. Stefan punched Byron lightly on the arm "I am going to be his husband one day" he said smiling. Tyler scratched his head unsure what to make of this "Are you joking or for real?" he asked. "He says he will marry me but won't have sex with me" Byron replied holding Stefan's hand. Tyler laughed "You English are so fucked up" he said "I will leave you two alone to do whatever". Stefan stopped him "No, come to dinner with us, I mean my mother and father are coming as well" he said. Tyler looked at him "You brought your mother and father?" he asked looking shocked. Stefan laughed "My mother is Louise" he replied seeing Tyler smile and nod. Stefan looked at Byron after Tyler left to get changed "So your fucking with him?" he asked again. "Yes" Byron nodded "But I fixed him up with Marcus you know the dancer" he quickly added. Stefan nodded "As long as your not falling for him" he replied kissing Byron's head "Your mine" he said. Byron smiled "So you keep telling me" he said standing there as Stefan buttoned up Byron's shirt. Stefan held Bryon's face "You know I am in love with you". They spent a great deal of time chatting over dinner, Tyler was thrilled as being dance captain he very rarely got invited out with the star of the show for dinner. Stefan made no secret about where he was sleeping for the next 3 nights, Tyler still trying to get his head around their relationship. Through dinner he could see that what Stefan and Byron had went way beyond sexual love for each other. Tyler loved chatting with Louise and her husband, he even got along so well with Stefan that they flirted quite openly knowing it was just words and banter but all the time it was fun. Stefan finished undressing and walked naked from the bathroom and climbed in to bed. Byron settled by cuddling up against Stefan stroking his chest 'I missed you' Stefan said kissing his head, they both quickly fell asleep. Stefan woke early from his jetlag and kissed Byron on cheek telling him he was going down to breakfast, Byron turned over falling back asleep. He walked in to the hotel restaurant to see his father just sitting down and went over to join him. "Morning, can't sleep either" Stefan said sitting down. Matthew looked up "Surprised you are up this early" he replied "Byron is still tired so I left him sleeping" Stefan said after ordering coffee. Matthew laughed at how Stefan acted like they were a couple "You still love him don't you" he said. Caught by surprise he took a sip of coffee "Yes, sometimes I really wish I was gay" he replied looking down. Matthew smiled "You know love is not always about sex and you have both shown that" he said lovingly. Stefan looked at his father "You don't mind this, I mean it screws any chance of finding a girl". He shook his head "Well no I don't mind, does Byron feel the same way towards you?" he asked. "I think so" Stefan said thinking "he has never said he loved me though" he admitted. Matthew smiled "He is gay Stefan, maybe he wants more but can you give that to him?" he quizzed his son. Stefan looked at him "What if I can't, I don't want to loose him from my life" he said with slight panic. "Only you and Byron can determine the future and what happens son" Matthew said making it clear. Stefan chuckled "I never thought you and I would ever be having this conversation" he said. Matthew laughed "Makes a change from talking business" he replied "have you ever... you know?" he asked. "Done anything?" Stefan finished the question "No, I kissed him once with a chocolate" he replied. Matthew looked at his son "And?". Stefan shrugged his shoulders "It was nice I guess but it wasn't a proper kiss" he replied remembering it fondly. Stefan finished breakfast and headed back up to the suite. Realising that had been the weirdest conversation his father and he had ever talked about. Opening the door he walked through in to the bedroom looking at Byron, he was laying on his back the sheet halfway down his body. Standing there looking at him he just loved how he looked, so peaceful in his sleep, so sexy he thought. He stopped himself, wait, did he think he looked sexy he begun questioning his own thoughts. He stood there for a while lost in his own world undressing himself, he moved over to the bed and climbed in besides Byron. He mumbled and stirred in his sleep, this time Stefan cuddled up to Byron placing his hand over his chest and kissing him on cheek. Byron moved his arm around Stefan's neck and pulled him closer, his hand ran up along the Stefan's arm resting over his bicep. Stefan relaxed his whole body, he missed this, he really loved being in bed with Byron. Being close to him was everything he needed, he smiled remembering how he told Byron growing up that nothing and no one will ever come between them. He lifted his head and looked at the smile on Byron's face 'you belong to me Byron' he whispered softly almost to himself. Byron rubbed Stefan's arm 'I know' he replied catching Stefan by surprise. Stefan laid his head back down, Byron turned on his side and kissed Stefan on the lips tenderly wrapping both his arms around him cuddling him more intimately than they had ever done before. Stefan stroked Byron's back and his breathing steadied as he fell back to sleep, their faces almost touching. His alarm went off at 11.30am and Byron reached over to turn it off, his erection rubbed against Stefan's leg by accident. He was surprised that Stefan did not react and just smiled at him 'dirty tart' he said jokingly. Byron sat up and laughed and slipped out of bed to shower. Stefan walked in to the bathroom naked and sat on the floor watching him shower. Byron looked at him "Pervert" he said causing Stefan to laugh and smile. "What can't I watch you shower now?" Stefan asked standing up "or should I join you?" he stood by the shower. Byron turned looking at Stefan's physique "Better not" he replied grinning. Stefan chuckled "Yeah better not, after what you did to Darren" he said and burst out laughing. Byron shook his head "Don't remind me" he said holding his hand out for a towel "You coming to the theatre?". "No, father wants to check out some hotels he is considering using" Stefan replied still watching him. Byron dried his hair "I thought you were here to relax?" he asked stepping out of the shower. "You know him, mixing work with pleasure" Stefan replied "Can we dine alone together after the show?" he asked. Byron stood in front of him "Are you asking me out on a date" he laughed. Stefan smiled "Yeah suppose I am" he replied laughing, Byron stopped and look at him. "Your ex is right we are a pair of weirdos" Byron replied smiling "Oh and yes I will". Stefan walked in to the shower and looked at Byron watching him "Stop looking you tart" he laughed. Byron and Louise took the final curtain call as the standing audience disappeared from view as the curtain touched the stage floor and everyone relaxed. Louise kissed and hugged him which had become normal after every curtain drop. "We need to meet with the producers tomorrow at 2pm" Louise told Byron. He nodded "Another packed out show" Byron commented as they walked to the wings. Louise smiled "Your getting quite a name for yourself Byron" she enthused. "It's all down to you Louise, I owe you a lot for what you have taught me" Byron said hugging her again. "You better get ready for your date" Louise casually said "Stefan is waiting for you in the foyer". Byron tutted "Is nothing secretive around here" he laughed running off stage to get changed. He didn't really know what to expect on a date with Stefan, to him it just seemed as though they were having dinner alone as they walked in to the restaurant. Byron recognised several Broadway stars from different shows that were also arriving and dining. He didn't know them personally but knew of them from the billboards outside the theatres he passed every day. Byron pointing out some of the stars to Stefan who sat there watching him full of happiness and listening intently. "What?" Byron suddenly asked looking at Stefan. Stefan smiled "Nothing, you look incredibly happy" he said "I have never seen you like this". Byron sat back in his chair "I love what I am doing and you are here" he responded in truthfulness. "Are you in love with me then?" Stefan asked causing Byron "only you have never really told me?". Byron looked at Stefan "You know I love with you, you don't need me to tell you" he replied. Stefan smiled "Good" he said pausing "You know I can't find a girlfriend, no one compares to you". Byron laughed "Don't be daft, look at you, you could have any girl in here easily" he replied. "Oh I can get sex when I want it" Stefan said "But it's you I want. No. Need". "Sorry to interrupt you both" Patti Lu Pone stood in front of them "I saw your show this evening". Byron stood up "Oh, you did?" he fumbled going all stage struck. Patti smiled "Well mostly due to Louise but I heard great things about you. You stole the show to me". "Thank you Ms Lu Pone, that is very nice of you to say so" Byron replied trying to string words together. "Patti please" she replied "Would you star next to me in my next show in 2018?" she asked immediately. Byron stood looking at her "Me?" he asked "Oh god yes that would be amazing". Patti leaned in a kissed him on the cheek "Fantastic darling, I will set the wheels in motion". "Do you have your agents details?" she asked Byron, Stefan knew he hadn't signed up to one yet. Stefan stood "You can go through my mother" he said "sorry I mean Louise Hythe-Anderson" he corrected himself. Patti turned and looked at him for a moment "Oh yes I can see the resemblance now" she smiled shaking his hand. Stefan waited for her to leave "I hope you didn't mind me doing that" he said to Byron. Byron smiled "What? Oh no, that's Patti Lu Pone" he said again making Stefan laugh. "Don't be surprised Byron, my mother told me you are the talk of Broadway at the moment" Stefan said chuckling. Their evening took longer than anticipated as a few cast members from different shows all wanted to congratulate him on his performance with Louise. Eventually arriving back at the hotel suite just after midnight, Byron walked in to the bathroom and stripped and turned on the shower. As the warm water started coming through the shower head he slipped under the cascading water rolling his head back and allowing the water to flow over his face. Could the night get any more stranger he thought relating back to his conversation with Stefan. It still worried him weather Stefan was really being open with him and completely serious. Stefan stood there and watched for a minute and took down his underwear, slipping in to the shower he stood behind Byron and gently touched him. Byron jumped in surprise and looked down seeing Stefan's arms circling around his waist holding him. He felt Stefan kissing his neck then resting his head against his "I love you so much Byron". Byron held Stefan's arms "I wish you could give me more" he replied. "I'm sorry I can't give you everything you need" Stefan replied turning Byron to face him. Byron kissed him on the cheek "Make good on your promise and never leave me then" he looked Stefan in the eyes. He nodded "Never Byron" Stefan moved his face closer he wanted to kiss Byron. Byron sensed what Stefan was going to do "You don't have chocolate hidden do you?" he said smiling. Stefan grinned at him "Not this time " he replied remembering how they first kissed at Christmas. Stefan moved forward pushing Byron against the shower wall, he looked deep in to his eyes then his lips touched Byron's. Slowly with closed lips he kissed Byron, he repeated this several time and could feel Byron's cock getting hard against his leg. Byron wasn't sure but thought Stefan had a tear roll down his face mixing with the water from the shower. Stefan kissed him again 'Oh Byron' he quietly said then his lips planted hard against Byron's. His lips parted, he felt Stefan's tongue passing over his lips seeking his own. Stefan held Byron tighter, their mouths locked together standing in the shower. They kissed softly and sensually, the years of love between them surfacing. Stefan pulled back and hugged Byron tightly not wanting to let go. By the time they got in to bed and laid in each others arms Byron really knew how deep their love for each other was. They kissed and Stefan stroked Byron's face before tiredness took over them. Byron met Louise in the reception for their 2pm meeting with the producers, they were both unsure what it was about although Louise suggested to Byron that they may want to extend the show. The producers arrived and they sat in the hotel lounge, they wasted no time in telling them they had secured a theatre in the west end of London for 4 months starting in October. They were moving the show to the UK and wanted Louise and Byron to reprise their roles, Byron thought it would be a simple yes but Louise looked over the details and told them she was not happy with the package being offered for Byron. She made it clear that he was to get equal billing and pay due to his success on Broadway, to his surprise the producers agreed immediately if they would sign now. Louise excused herself and Byron to discuss in private. "Well Byron, what do you reckon?" she asked him "you want to work with me for another 4 months?". Byron nodded "Of course" he replied "One condition though" he said looking at her. "Go on" Louise replied. Byron smiled "Will you manage me, you know all this sort of stuff" he asked her. Louise smiled "Deal, but if you get to busy we may need a proper agent to manage you" she said. "I'm sure you can manage it" Bryon said "there is one other thing I was approached last night.." he started. Louise stopped him "I know, Patti wants you staring in her show next year" he laughed. Byron smiled "Did she call you already?" he asked looking surprised. "No, it is the worst kept secret on Broadway, spies are everywhere remember that" Louise said knowingly to him. The deal was done and they would be set to start stage rehearsals in September giving them both a month off when the run finished in August on Broadway. Stefan and Matthew waited for their taxi to the airport saying good bye to Louise to Byron in reception. Stefan kissed Byron on the cheek and hugged him "Stay out of trouble and be safe" he said to him. Byron giggled "And don't get anyone pregnant" he replied feeling the laughter from Stefan's body. "Gonna miss you, have fun with Tyler" Stefan said quietly. Louise put her arm around Byron comforting him, she clearly saw how upset he was at Stefan leaving.

By John Y. I'd always wished for a larger cock. I mean, don't get me wrong—I like my cock and it does just fine by me, but I'd always envied the huge donkey hung studs I'd see at the Y where I have a membership for my family. I like to jog, swim and “relax” in the sauna in the rare instance that I actually have some free time for myself. Mostly it's my beautiful wife Denise and my sons who take advantage of not only the facilities themselves, but a whole host of workshops, spinning classes, and weigh training seminars available. My wife does the yoga classes to help de-stress from running the boys around to their full schedule of extracurricular activities and sports practices. I have three sons total; Jeff, by my first wife, and two other sons; Jake and Tyler—both from my current wife, and both as adorable as their mother. Raising sons nowadays is a lot more complicated than it was when I was a kid. If I wanted to play baseball after school I'd just bring my mitt w/me to school that day and play at the park on the way home along with the other kids. My sons, like most nowadays, need their own electronic organizers and costly uniforms and accompanying safety gear for each team they're on—which is many. My oldest son Jeff is a hearty high school senior, all American in every way—sort of beefy from too much soda pop and videogames, yet he has an intensely competitive nature. He excels in sports, and has the kind of beefy build that's perfect for rugby, hockey, and football. He's still growing and he's gonna be a big bruiser by the time his body catches up with his hormonal fluxes. Jeff has adorably messy light brown locks that poke out all over and kind of flips from under the back of his omnipresent ball caps. The kid wears a different ball cap every day and even holds down a part-time job at the local lids shop at the mall. He claims he couldn't support such an extravagant image without the generous employee discount. And apparently not having your own personal brand or completely unique style is unacceptable as a high school senior in 2004. When my first wife and I divorced, Jeff was a toddler and his mother was more interested in booze and other men than she was being part of a nuclear family. So with the help of my parents and brother, I raised Jeff primarily by myself until I remarried. The bond between my son and me is stronger than any other I've ever known. In many ways, Jeff is my best friend; my sounding board about everything from listening to me bitch about “that idiot on talk radio”, to enduring my frequent tales of how “we used to do it” when I was a kid. We share blond jokes and a sick addiction to AFV (yes—the stupid show where people send in videos of their grandmothers catching on fire or dying at weddings with overt canned laughter overlaid.) It's wrong. We know. But we cant seem to change the channel once it's on, and I chalk it up to my voyeuristic side. Jeff's also the one who'll tell me how bad my golf swing is, and why I shouldn't wear “those way too short Adidas running shorts, Dad!”. Secretly I think he's just jealous and wants to wear them for the vintage factor, but they're a little too large for him now. All in all, we have one of the closest, most communicative, and healthiest father/son relationships I know of. Jeff's eighteenth birthday was coming up soon and I wanted to make sure it was a day for him to remember. Turning 18 is a big thing for someone that age and I easily recalled my excitement at the prospect of graduating from a restricted license, high school, and all the wonder and freedom of a life away at college. I knew Jeff expected something significant for his birthday and I debated for a long time over what to get him. Even though he wanted his own car, I didn't want to go that route. Lots of dads buy their sons new cars for their 18th birthdays and 3/4 of them end up totaling it within weeks anyway. I wanted Jeff to earn his car, so he'd appreciate it. I wanted to give Jeff something more substantial than a material purchase. I wanted to give Jeff something that he could really own for the rest of his life—something that his “old man” gave him, by which he'd always remember and cherish our good times together. I gave the matter a lot of thought over the weeks leading up to Jeff's birthday, and one day at the Y it finally came to me. After a particularly taxing day of work, a heavy greasy burger lunch on the run in my car between meetings, and two too many beers with the my last client of the day, I decided I should do myself some good and hit the gym. I phoned my wife from the car and explained that I needed some “me time”, and I'd be home late after I hit the gym and unwound a little. She and I respect each other's need for space and time and I think that makes for a good marriage in our case. We both know how invigorating and detoxifying it can be to pump out some adrenaline at the gym, sweat out that stress, and rejuvenate in the bathing facilities at the Y. Our local Y was just built a few years ago and is well maintained. The men's steam and dry saunas are spic and span, as are the pool, locker, and shower areas. After a good run and some free weights, I felt like I deserved some shower time and indulgently headed towards the showers. I couldn't wait to peel off my sweat-drenched gym gear and just bask under the hot jet sprays of the shower for a while. It was about an half an hour before the Y closed and I'd been the only one under the refreshing steam jets of the showers for a while. I'd actually finished scrubbing myself down and eyes closed, I was letting the warm water glide down over my oxygenated muscles and swirl the ocean-scented body wash down the drains at my feet. Racking my brain once again about what to get Jeff, and breathing in lung-fulls of steam and scented water, my mind wandered. I started thinking about how good the water felt on my skin. My balls were hanging low and when my soapy hand drifted past the head of my now lucid cock I felt hedonistic warmth rush in patches all over my body. My mind's eye flashed images of all the hot muscles I'd seen straining and pushing in the gym. Guys with massive arms—huge guns Jeff called them—paraded and pumped in my mind. I remembered a distinctly huge, beefy football player we'd seen during last Sunday's game. Trying to imagine what this guy's look like unstuffed from his tight shiny blue pants, I threw wood. This jolted me back to reality and I struggled to focus as I opened my eyes. At first, I wasn't sure if I was asleep or really under the hot foggy showers. What appeared to be that guy from Sunday's game—or perhaps his brother—was hanging up his towel at the end of the row of showers and heading towards me on the right. I wiped my wet hair to the side and flushed the excess water from my eyes and still I had to blink twice to realize that I was in fact fully conscious and cognizant of the hulking beefster next to me. He casually said hi and turned on the shower nozzle next to where I was standing. I choked out a ridiculously girlish “umm …hi there.” and turned the other way to quickly apply an additional dose of shampoo to my already clean hair. After all, I tried to convince myself, the bottles does read “shower, rinse, repeat”. I just needed to figure out how I could steal another glance what I thought I saw with this huge guy. What I definitely knew was that this guy was stacked. He was probably 6’6”, thick slabs of bulky rounded muscles that bounced on his already massive frame, black hair, and a strong healthy girth that in all honesty must've been about three bills. This guy was massive! In a deep baritone, he started humming that clever baby back ribs jingle, then started singing it. When he breathed, his thick d cup pecs bounced, and in turn so did his ripped but bulging belly, and so on down to his meat. In my peripheral vision I could sense something huge and pendulous moving, and as my eyes were drawn down this beast's thick body I honed in on the hugest package I've ever witnessed The guy sported a long fat dong, close in size and shape to a baby's arm, and a massive pair of bull nuts. He was donkey hung and didn't seem to mind me staring, as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair. Arms raised behind his head, blowing out his huge biceps for me like cocky plumage—his gut and basket were pushed forward making his meat bounce even harder with each deep “baby back, baby back, baby back” reiteration. He finally addressed my stunned stare with a friendly, but decidedly knowing, “Ya wanna know what it's like, doncha? I gulped and nodded. He told me most guys couldn't keep their eyes off of it and he didn't mind the attention at all. In fact, he told me he liked to share the wealth and I could take a hold of it to see how heavy it felt. I couldn't believe this guy was gonna let me grab his donkey in the showers, but I knew that beggars can't be choosers and decided to seize the opportunity, along with his horsemeat. I nervously looked around—the locker-room was silent except for us, and I stepped over in front of him. When I took his huge hang in my hand I blushed because even my man-sized hand couldn't reach all the way around it. I squeezed a little and repositioned my fingers around the rubbery dong, but I still couldn't get full grasp. It must've weighed a solid pound plus, and the giant bag that hung beneath his flopper held two testes the size of softballs. I recoiled my hand quickly because for a second I thought for sure this must be some kind of physical abnormality—like a twin brother that never fully developed and I was going to see this guy on Oprah next week or something. It was abnormal to say the least, but it was indeed a cock. And the most perfectly formed giant monster cock I think anyone has ever seen. Even with the internet male porn I'd sneak on the computer sometimes late at night, I'd never seen anything this big. “I guess you've got some rare lucky genetics”, I nervously snickered to break the tension. “No way buddy” he chuckled, “this isn't a genetic gift from my dad. This is Christmas gift from my girlfriend”. Puzzled, I stared back wondering what the hell he meant. I asked him to explain, and he told me that his girlfriend worked downtown—not far from Chinatown. During her lunch breaks she would often peruse a local herbal shop and buy crazy cough remedies and PMS teas and stuff. She developed a great rapport with the owner—a withered but wise old Chinese man who had an herbal remedy or potion for anything and everything that ails ya. His girlfriend mentioned one day that she needed a unique gift for her boyfriend, and something that they could possibly use to enhance their sex life. She expected some Benewah balls or spicy herbed lube of some sort, but instead the old man winked at her and said he had just the thing. He scurried off, climbed up a ladder, and produced a glass jar of what appeared to be dried black leaves of some sort from a hidden stash, behind the New Age book overstock section. As he climbed down from the ladder he shook a bony finger her way and warned her to be very careful with what he was about to share with her. He told her it was an ancient Asian masculinity herb and would produce amazing yet unregulated aphrodisiac affects on whoever ingested the mix. He warned that the results were always unpredictable, yet he'd never seen happier customers than those who'd purchased the herbs for their mates. He said it was never to be taken—or even touched by women, and she should only allow her partner to open and ingest the contents that he spooned into a tiny rice paper envelope for her. She agreed and giggled inside thinking that if nothing else, it would make for a great gag gift Little did she know that the seedling thought in her mind at that moment would manifest itself in the way the herbs would take effect. Three days later her boyfriend was transformed after drinking the herbs steeped as tea, as the envelope prescribed. “She eventually learned to overcome her gag reflex.” the bruiser cockily laughed, “and I've been the object of admiration and respect from everyone I've met since, he snickered. “I've gotten three promotions at work, was made captain of my rugby team, and I never pay for drinks at clubs anymore.”, he goaded. He shook the obscene member at me again and taunted me with it. You want one, doncha bud? You wanna know what it's like to have a donkey swinging between your thighs 24/7, doncha buddy? His previously jovial demeanor now verged on arrogance, but I suppose I couldn't blame him. I nodded and agreed when he inquired for the third time about my envy, but I knew I needed to play it cool if I were to maximize this situation. It almost seemed as if the serpent in his fist was speaking directly to me now. “You want this for yourself, doncha dude?” it hissed lewdly. “No”, I responded simply. That threw the guy for a loop, as I'm sure it wasnt the typical glazed and patented “uh huh” he was accustomed to hearing. “I want it for my son.”, I announced. The guy laughed and asked me if I was kidding. I shared a little info with him about my relationship with my son, and told him about my desire to gift Jeff with something he'd not soon forget. He agreed with my logic and told me he'd share the secret shop with me, but only on one condition. “What's that?”, I queried him. “That if he gets bigger than me, I get to see his.” Deal! We shook on it and he clued me in as to where I needed to go and what I needed to do. The next morning I cleared my afternoon schedule and made a beeline to the shop at lunch. By 12:30 I held in my possession the gift of life for my son's 18th birthday. Jeff's eighteenth birthday was two days away, and I was anxious to give Jeff his gift. I doubted and questioned myself over and over again in the meantime. Was this wrong? Was it illegal? Doesn't every dad hope that their son wil inherit the best genes the family jewels have to offer? I figured at most Jeff and I would get a good laugh, and then I'd buy him a car to reoccupy his mind. That Friday night couldn't have come sooner. Of course Jeff was hosting an obligatory blow-out bash in our basement rec-room with 10 of his closest buds (car keys to be left in my possession), but I wanted to share a special private moment with my son before his guests arrived. After dinner I went into my den and threw back two double Scotch's, and called for Jeff to come join me. Feeling the need to be relaxed I was wearing those old Adidas track shorts form my stint on my HS running team 2½ decades prior, and I was adjusting my ball sack and to the warm glow produced by the Scotch when Jeff entered the room. “What's up Pops?” he asked—with an inconceablable smile on his face. In the back of his mind, I knew he thought he was baout to be hnaded a set of keys to a new Porsche or at least a VW. I told Jeff to feel free to grab a beer from my minibar fridge and sit down, because i wanted to talk to him. His eyes lit up about the beer and the newly adult privilege I bestowed on him, but of course he felt compelled to add a cynical teenage groan and obligatory eye roll at the prospect of a lecture. He flopped into the leather armchair opposite me, threw one leg over the side and popped open his beer. He paused just briefly before swigging form it—first to see if I was really going to allow him to drink a beer, and secondly to hide that fact that he knew how to swig beer form a bottle like a sailor already. That fact would have solidified my sneaking suspicion that hed been raiding my wetbar for about a year now anyway, and possibly even explain why I couldn't find my favorite Adidas shorts sometimes. He sensed my lax attitude about the beer and took and sip and pretended to make a face at the fuzz. I told him to cut the BS with me and remember who he was dealing with here and we both laughed. That broke the ice and he proceeded to swig the bottle like a seasoned pro. “Jeff”, I started, “I want you to know that since you were a little boy, I've only ever wanted the best for you—in every possible way.” Another obligatory eye roll and a mumbled “I know that, Dad—sheesh!”. “Now Jeff, listen to me here for a minute, I continued. Aside form footing the ridiculous bill for this party of yours tonight, I picked up something special for your birthday. One more gulp of beer and an intense stare to me as he tried to figure out what kind of car I was leading up to. Then he finished the beer. “Can I have another one Dad? Please! It's my only 18th birthday, c'mon!” Ok, I relented but I want one too, and I have something else for us as well.. He swung back around from the fridge, hading me the beer and looked at the tiny envelope in my hands. “I have something here for you son, and now that you're a man I think you can handle this.” He looked again at the envelope as he flopped back into the chair and asked me if I was going to smoke a jay with him. Now I was the one who rolled my eyes, and explained that I wasn't quite that kind of Dad, but I did have something for him that I could almost guarantee none of his friends Dads would give them. “What is it Dad?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. “Whatcha got for me Pops?” “A donkey dick.” I flatly replied. Jeff blew beer foam thru his nose—spraying my legs and shorts. Coughing and trying to regain composure, he laughed out loud at me. “No, really c'mon Dad.” he belted out. The beer was going to his head fast and I could see his beefy pink cheeks flush with alcohol and laughter. “What is it?”. I explained to him about the old Chinaman in the shop and the supposed effects of the herbs and Jeff just stared at me—trying to determine if I was pulling his leg, or if premature Alzheimer's was settling in. “I'm serious, Jeff.” I explained. “Guys with monster cocks get ahead in this world and even though I don't believe I've done you wrong in the family jewels department, I want you to have every advantage possible in this world.” He knew my spiel was of the utmost honesty and sincerity and he quieted down. “So what do I do?” He looked to me for a lead. I handed him the envelope and told him to add the crushed leaves to his beer. “Even if it tastes bad, swallow it all and don't puke, OK? I chided him. “I know how to drink beer Dad”, he mocked and snatched the satchel from my hands. The reality of what I was presenting him kicked in, and I knew that at this moment a new car was the FURTHEST thing from his hormonally charged teen mind. I had to admit—I was on the edge of my seat, myself. Jeff added the mixture to his beer and glug, glug, glugged it down. He sat back down in the chair and looked completely normal. I watched intently for any sign of change. He looked down at his crotch, back up at me, and then let go a huge belch. That made us both laugh an then Jeff's face went completely blank and pale. He bolted up quickly in front of me and grabbed my arm. “Oh my God, Dad!, he exclaimed nervously, I think it's starting.” Jeff began trembling and his grip on my arm grew stronger—almost to the point that it hurt me. I steadied him at the hip with my other arm and frantically panicked, wondering if I'd just poisoned my own son. A huge smile dawned on his lips and he shook my arm excitedly. I broke my gaze from his face as I noticed his baggy khaki trousers begin to heave and stir. He was tenting alright and my curiosity kept me glued in my seat—at eye-level with his growing mound. Jeff threw his head backwards, let out a lewd moan, and inhaled deeply. When he did, the bulge in his trousers lunged forward and a large burgeoning outline was taking shape. With each low guttural moan, Jeff was breathing life into his new baby. Within minutes the distinct outline of a large eggplant was bulging out of his pants I wondered how insane this night would become. “Awww yeah—that feels sooooo damn good”, Jeff hissed under his breath. His voice had already deepened and his nascent donkey drew the attention of his hands. Both of them rubbed the enormous eggplant bulge in his pants and he caught my eye with a glace as he squeezed his pant mound. I could see pure sexual lust in his eyes and it was a little awkward for me to recognize that in my son. I'd seen this look before during really intense, connected sex sessions with girlfriends—even my wives now and then, but this was different. I could literally smell and taste the pheromones Jeff's pits were exuding and the heady aroma drew me in. Jeff's moaning continued and I thought his antagonized pants my burst right in my face. It was as if someone were filling a giant water balloon down his leg and soon the bulge began to resemble a butternut squash. I doubted the cotton of his khaki's ability to retain the monster much longer and wondered when it would stop. I mean—I did want Jeff to have a huge one, but I didn't want him relegated to a traveling sideshow or medical journal. Oh shit—what if I gave him too much? What if he's too young? Thoughts were racing through my mind, but the manly aromas now wafting form Jeff's body were starting to bone me as well. Jeff's breathing began to slow and the bulge seemed to have slowed its rapid rate of expansion. I couldn't help myself any longer and I reached forward and yanked down Jeff's trousers. What lay before my eyes was the wildest thing I'd ever seen. Jeff's cock had morphed into a heavy, lewd column of meat. He'd even developed a massive juicy foreskin that bloated out the circumference of the cock and make it appear even larger. It had to be at least 15 inches in length and probably 10 inches around. It bobbed and throbbed in front of my face and seemed to be breathing on it's own. His ball sack hung a solid foot below his groin and his testes had swollen up like ripe Florida grapefruits. Jeff wrapped both hands all the way around it and with his voice definitely an octave lower asked me if it was really him. He squeezed it and shook the bloated beast a few times. Jeff shuddered in ecstasy and a tablespoon of thick precum oozed from his quarter-slot piss-slit, and began a viscous, slow-mo descent from Jeff's monster and dripped lewdly onto my leg. I shoveled the goo up with my fingers and brought it to my nose. It reeked of semen personified, and I nearly succumbed to the Cloroxy smell, as if I were scrubbing an unventilated bathtub. Jeff leaned in and inhaled deeply. When he did my cock jumped and the head burst forth from my tight Adidas shorts. That gave us both a jolt and Jeff's monster bounced one final time and bloated up another inch in diameter. That was as big as it was gonna get, and it was gargantuan by any standards. Neither of us knew what to expect from his newly birthed monsterbone. My son was now a magnificent bullstud. His monster meatshaft would be the envy of men everywhere, his now stacked bulbous chest had grown a thick matt of fur. His voice was a full octave deeper and he'd developed a visible 5 o'clock shadow. His eyes were lustfully wild and it was plain that I'd turned my son into a sexual beast. He grabbed my head from behind and forced my mouth onto his Easter ham. My eyes bulged and my lips stretched tightly just to accommodate the head. As my eyes teared up, I looked up at him and saw maniacal evil in his eyes. I don't think he even knew it was me he was forcing onto his cock. I don't think he cared either. At that moment my manboy just needed his nut. I got him into this situation and I was to endure the brunt of his first powerdong experience. He bludgeoned my mouth and I whimpered like a punished boy, taking my medicine. Copious amounts of precum poured from his nozzle like a broken beertap and my swollen lips barely accommodated one third of his might girth. He pumped and grunted and I gasped for air thru my nose. Thick bolts of precum squished out the corners of my mouth and landed in loud splats on the floor each time he plunged his beast into my skull. My boner was throbbing like mad but I couldn't touch it because I needed both hands to steady myself as my son tore me a new one. Tears streamed down my purple swollen face and I nearly passed out form asphyxiation. Synaptic stars shot off like fireworks in my brain due to lack of oxygen and then the first volley hit. The cum gushed so intensely out of Jeff's cock that the pressure blew him off of me like a crimped firehose unraveling. Trying to get a hold of the angry beast, Jeff grabbed it tightly with both hands and attempted to direct the lurid flow of semen, but it was no use. He shot off at least ten huge wads of cum, each one pulsing out of his monster and hosing me down in warm pungent jizz. Jeff grunted and growled and I could literally see his balls beginning to deflate as they unleashed their substantial payload. A thick gloppy cupful of jizz splatted squarely in my face and I looked out from under the drippin ooze to see Jeff collapse back into his chair. I shot my meager manwad into a puddle of my son's mitochondrial spermpool, and struggled to catch my breath. Within moments Jeff was snoring in the chair, and I scrambled to clean up the slippery mess. My den was awash with jizz and I sopped it with as many bar towels as I could find. My body was covered in the gooey gore and I worried that Jeff's guests might start arriving soon so I hurriedly wiped down everything and ran to the shower. When I came back Jeff began to stir, the swelling of his thick member had begun to subside and in the light it looked like a like a saintly baby sleeping. “Oh my God, Dad, Jeff started, I just had the most fucked up dream.” When he looked down for a reality check, he gulped hard and his eyes shot up at me in near disbelief. There was an intense moment of silence and then Jeff's signature smile appeared. He confirmed what I had always hoped he would say to me. “You're the best Dad ever!” “Happy Birthday Jeff, I replied. Never forget who's your Daddy!”

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Chapter 30 Xander went back to his room to rest up and I headed over to see Jack. He saw me coming and got a huge grin on his face. "Marty sent me a pic of your boy, he looks hot." "Yeah he did a great job. So I'm planning a little party for Xander tonight you should stop by my room anytime after eight, oh and feel free to bring any of your poz friends along, the more toxic the better." "Excellent, I'll definitely be there. I'm assuming you already invited Marty." "Yep he said he'd be there and he's hoping to bring some guys with piercings." "Mmm great! Nothing like a little metal in your cunt to make sure all that special cum makes it permanently into your DNA." I headed back upstairs and heard the shower running so I stripped and pulled back the shower curtain to join him. I shouldn't have been surprised but there was Mike on his knees blowing Brandon. "Jesus Christ Mike, how are you not totally hungover?" He pulled off of Brandon's cock and looked up at me, "coffee, lots of coffee." I chuckled, "okay you slut, off your knees. Brandon needs to save his loads for tonight. We have a special project we're working on." He pouted but got up. "So I don't get your cum anymore?" "Don't be a greedy bottom, there'll be plenty to go around tonight. It'll be good to have two bottom whores there." "Okay thanks," he's said leaning in to give me a kiss. "Your hubby know what a slut you've turned into on this trip?" "No, I'm not quite sure how to tell him I've been barebacking and taking poz loads." "We could always film you begging to be knocked up and send it to him." "Umm, yeah not so sure about the sending it to him part but I'd love to have it so I can watch myself." Brandon rolled his eyes, "you are such a slut. You should go back to the conference and see if you can attrack some more poz men to bring tonight since you seem to be really good at sniffing us out." We got Mike out of the shower and sent him on his way. "That boy is like a fucking puppy, he won't stop following me around." I started laughing, "yeah some of these chasers who don't realize they're chasers can be a little clingy when they get their first taste of the bug. Hopefully there'll be plenty of men here tonight." I jumped on bbrts and placed a party ad for tonight, 'my new totally smooth boy's in town for a few more days taking all loads. Prefer toxic men, need to make sure he leaves here knocked up but no load refused.' A couple of hours before the main event was scheduled to start I checked to see if anyone had requested an invite. Nice, twenty guys had expressed interest so far. I weeded out the escorts and the scary ones and ended up with fourteen potential guests, nine of which stated on their profiles they were poz. Not bad for a Wednesday night. I sent out acceptance notifications with the hotel info listed. Even if only half actually showed there should be plenty of guys to do one hell of a number on Xander's cunt. At seven on the dot there was a knock on the door. Brandon was standing closest to the door so he let Xander in. "Fuck you're even cuter in person. Come on in." He came in and immediately started taking his clothes off. "Damn Scotty was right you are a horny one." "No sir, I mean yes I'm extremely horny, but I have instructions to only wear clothes in public." I was sitting on the couch watching the interchange. "Boy, why don't you ask Brandon here to take you into the bathroom and make sure you're ready for your guests." "Sir I'd appreciate it if you could inspect my cunt and make sure I'm ready to go." "Absolutely," Brandon replied shedding his clothes and leading Xander into the bathroom. "Get in the tub and bend over." He did as instructed and Brandon started rubbing his hard cock around Xander's pink hole using his precum to lube him up. After a few seconds he pressed the head of his cock inside and started pissing. "You ever had a piss enema before?" "No sir, this is my first time." "Okay I'm just about done. When I start to pull out you need to clinch your ass muscles and keep every drop inside you until I tell you to release." "Yes sir." About thirty seconds later he pulled out, Xander clinched his ass, dropped to his knees and started to clean off Brandon's cock. "Good god Scotty, you've trained this slut well." "He's a natural, just needed a little encouragement to reach his full potential." "You like my piss deep inside your pussy?" "Mmm, yes sir I feel full but good." "Just a few more minutes then you can let it go. Just keep sucking me while we wait." He latched back on and deep throated Brandon until he was about to shoot his load. "Okay boy, that's enough for now, go ahead and release in the toilet. Then rinse off in the shower and when you're done get on the bed on all fours." About ten minutes later the boy was on the bed ready for loads. I couldn't wait any longer to eat him out so I dove into his ass and started rimming like crazy. He was moaning so loud Brandon shoved his dick in his mouth to keep him quiet. "Damn he's as really good sucker." "Wait until you breed him, his cunt is even better than his mouth." I reached under him and sure enough his little dick was leaking like crazy. I took some of his precum and lubed my cock up then slammed into him in one go. "Damn you're faggot ass was made for real men to use." I pounded in and out and soon grabbed him by his hips and impaled my dick all the way in giving him his first load of the evening. Brandon quickly took my place and had been fucking him for about twenty minutes when there was a knock at the door. I opened up and there was Jack, Mike, Marty and three other men. "Come on in guys and makes yourselves comfortable. We have two neg bottoms with us tonight and our mission is to make sure they both have enough toxic cum in them that's there's no question of their status by the end of the night." I could see Mike start to panic. Brandon got off the bed and put his arm around him and said, "slut, what the fuck did you think was going to happen tonight. This is a conversion party. Besides you've already taken so much poz cum the deeds probably already done." He was still freaking out and I could see that Jack had just about had it. "Look," Jack said turning Mike towards the bed, "see that slut over there with his ass in the air?" He shook his head yes, "he knows his place is to serve real men. He's ready to accept his destiny, so you either get naked and take your place next to him or leave. The real men in the room have work to do." With that Jack walked over and shoved his hard dick deep into Xander. "Thank you sir! Please poz my cunt." "Fuck yeah that's how a real boy behaves." It didn't take him long before he was adding his cum to the mix. After he pulled out he grabbed a sharpy from his pants and went back to Xander. On the small of his back he wrote 'neg', 'poz', and '?'. Under poz he made a hash mark then looked at me and I held up two fingers. He added two more lines than patted him on the ass and said, "good boy, you're off to a good start. Who's next?" I'd been so turned on watching Jack fuck Xander that I missed where Mike had disappeared to. Brandon caught my eye and said, "he bolted, decided this was too much for him." "I don't understand some guys. Guess he wasn't drunk enough to take poz cum tonight." Marty's three friends lined up in order of the size of their cocks. The first guy was average size and appeared to be so turned on it didn't take long for him to blast his load inside. The second guy had about eight inches and was pretty thick, he pounded away while his buddies egged him on to knock the bitch up. As he was shooting his load I finally took a good look at the third guy. Wow, how had I missed him. He patted Xander ass and told him to roll over into his back. "Hey slut I want to look in your eyes as I destroy your cunt." His dick was easily over nine inches, extremely thick, and had a beautiful PA with a rough finish to it that looked like it would definitely do a number on his insides. I watched Xander's eyes go wide when he saw the monster heading his way, but instead of fear it was hunger. The guy saw the same thing and said, "fuck yeah, they weren't kidding about you." He ran his hand over his biohaz tat right above his cock. "Tell me what you want boy?" "Poz me up sir! Make me complete. Please, fucking destroy my boy pussy." With that he slammed in deep causing Xander to catch his breath, his eyes rolled back in his head and he started moaning. "Fuck yeah you slutty whore, my cock is working all those poz loads deep into the lining of your cunt. There's no way you're not leaving here without carrying all our poz babies." He pulled all the way out and I could see streeks of red on his dick, damn that was beautiful. "You ready for my toxic load boy, "he asked as he rammed his cock back in not stopping till his balls were bouncing off his ass. "Yes, Damn it, yes," he screamed, "knock me up!" This had to be one of the hottest pozzing I'd ever had the privilege of participating in. Xander was smiling from ear to ear as the guy pulled out and presented him his dick to clean off. He reached out with his hands to pull his legs up and asked who's next while he took the cock covered in pink cum into his mouth. I'd been so turned on watching I hadn't realized four other men had arrived, all naked with their hard dick out ready to add their loads. "Hey guys any of you toxic?" Two of them smiled and raised their hands. "Perfect, you guys go first." One didn't wait to be told twice and took his place between Xander's legs and got to work. "Hope you don't mind waiting," I said addressing the other two." "Fuck no, totally understand. I'm only sorry I'm on meds, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." "Agreed, I'm going home and flushing my meds down the toilet," the fourth guy said. "I never really understood the need to spread the bug until watching this bottom so willingly accept his place." Marty's friend had climbed off the bed and joined us watching Xander take his next load. "Fuck yeah do it man! Flush your meds. It's our responsibility to knock up all bottoms especially ones like this slut. He was made for real men to use, just look at him moaning begging for our poz seed." After that it became a free-for-all. A couple of us were versatile so we entertained the total tops while Xander was busy taking loads. The only rule we had was the guys couldn't cum in us they had to deposit in Xander regardless of their status. Ten out fourteen of the party invites actually showed up which I was really pleased with. Some guys just blew their loads and left but most stuck around to fuck him a couple time. As the party started to wind down it was just me, Brandon, Jack and Marty's friend, whose name I learned was Allen. Xander had his head in my lap. "How you doing boy?" "If anyone had told me on Monday that this conference would fucking change my life I would've told them they were crazy. But holy fucking hell this has been utterly amazing. My cunt is sore but I'm still horny. Not even sure how that's possible." Allen chuckled, "gotta say boy, I've pozzed a lot of guys in my life but I've never had anyone quite like you. Your body was made to serve real men and your cunt, damn don't even get me started. I know you're sore but I'm sorry I have to have one more go at it before I go home." Xander didn't say a word, simple lifted his legs up giving Allen access to his hole. He slid his hard cock inside and begin to fuck his ass. "Damn you are so much looser now that you were at the beginning of the night. Such a sloppy cunt, ahh here cums." It was soon just me, Brandon and Xander left in the room. We all collapsed on the bed. "Thank you Scotty, that was truly the best night of my life. I can't believe it took me so long to embrace my true self." "Glad I could help," I said leaning over to give him a kiss. "So just how many loads did I end up with?" He rolled over so we could do a final count. "Oh wow," Brandon was grinning, "man you're my hero. Five unkown, 3 neg, and a whopping 31 poz. No make that 32 I forgot to add Allen's last load." "Holy shit, I took 40 loads in one night. Good god I am a fucking slut no wonder I'm so sore." He started laughing. "Guess I truly earned that tat then." "Oh yeah I think it's safe to say there's no way you didn't get knocked up tonight." We all kissed then dozed off to sleep satisfied in knowing that Xander had had a very positive evening.

1. Seeing a top orgasm inside a guy. But I mean seeing it. His ass spasming or his cock spasming as he cums. 2. Seeing a bottom opening and clenching their toes involuntarily from being fucked so good.

It has all seemed so normal. Todd hadn't known anyone at State. The 19 year old had left his small town home where his only fuck buddy was a football star on his high school team. When Todd was assigned Dan as a roomie, he was happy to have a football player. After all Todd's major was athletic training. What a break to have an in with the football team. Dan was a Soph who knew the ropes. He took Todd under his wing; helped him learn which profs to avoid, how to get free cable tv, got him a fake ID, and introduced him to homebrew. The last was Todd's downfall. Dan said that it was an acquired taste. Todd discovered that it was. After the first month, Todd could hardly hide his hardon from Dan. Dan was 6'5" with shoulders like a bull elephant. His body had a covering of dark hair and his beard, well let's say he had 5 o'clock shadow by 9 am. His strong dark eyes showed strength of purpose. It was too much for Todd who was blond, lean, and virually hairless. His blue eyes sparkled in an attractive way. It was Todd's cock that made him different. It was almost nine inches. He was always embarassed by the size in comparison to his 5'8" stance. He had manage to catch a glimpse of Dan from time to time. He was large, Todd knew, but buried in public hair. It was a free weekend for football and Dan asked Todd if he wanted to go to some friends. It was byob so Dan and Todd were filling the cork topped bottles with the homebrew. They loaded them in an old wooden soda case and started for the party. It was mostly guys that Todd didn't know in a townie's house. The house was run down and a good distance from the city. When they entered, Todd thought warm beer, no good. Dan had a co2 fire extinguisher from the rec center to cool them as needed. After the 3rd beer, the guys put pornos in to watch. They were home made and Todd could see Dan pumping pussies. It made him uncomfortable as his dick began to rise. When Dan handed Todd the 4th beer, he had already opened it. Todd thought nothing of it. Good old Dan. After a few minutes the room began to be unclear and soon Todd was out cold. Dan picked him up and was led by the 7 other guys to the basement. It wasn't that he didn't know the way, Dan had been here many times before. In fact, the porn scenes from the vid were filmed here. The guys pulled out their blue pills and swallowed. It would be about 10 minutes before Todd came to. While they waited they pulled out the blunts, smoking and passing them around. When Todd began to stir, they all moved over to him. Dan slapped him to wake him. Todd found himself strapped in the sling, naked, surrounded by naked jocks with amazingly hard cocks. He wondered if it was a dream. He saw the glass pipe that Dan was using, he saw the torch, he saw Dan inhale the cloud. When Dan blew the cloud into Todd's mouth, Todd wanted to cough. Dan held the boy's nose and mouth tightly shut. He repeated the action 3 times. As the drug began to work on the strung up boy, Dan said, " I know what you want. You will get my cock tonight and at least 7 others. Do you want it?" Todd could only nod in disbelief. The redheaded guy brought Dan a baggie filled with crystals. Dan licked his middle finger and pushed it deep in Todd's waiting ass. Todd like the fell of the finger but there was a burning sensation. Dan repeated the action three times. Todd felt hornier than he had ever felt. He begged someone to touch his cock which must be huge by now. They laughed. Dan said, "Boy, that cock has done shrivelled up into your body, and he rubbed across to prove it to the amazed boy." Todd's ass needed it. He craved it. He begged someone to fuck him. All deferred making him plead. Dan finally said, "Okay, boy. I go first. You will never be the same." Todd begged, "I need it!" Dan wet the head of his purple cock and stuck it in the bag of crystals, then into the waiting boycunt. He loved fucking and it showed. Todd urged him on every thrust answered with a pleasured moan. It took Dan almost ten minutes of hard fucking to leave a huge load in the boy. He pulled out and had Todd lick his still purple cock. Meanwhile the redhead stepped up. He teased Todd with just the head of his cock. Todd yelling fuck me, man. Please fuck this ass! Slowly but surely the other six left loads in Todd's pulsing cunt. Then, they went for another round. After the redhead's second turn, he left the circle of guys long enough to return with 2 syringes. Todd felt the rubber around his arm, he watched as the needle entered his vein and a little red blood want drawn then the syringe was emptied into his arm. When the rubber was pulled away, Todd coughed violently. He was a cum whore. All he wanted or needed in life was cock. He couldn't get enough. Dan had posted a craigslist ad and the guys began arriving. Some repulsed Todd but he didn't care as long as his ass was filled. Todd lost track after the 10th load. He knew each had given Dan $20.00. They left him to sleep in that sling. They didn't clean him up. They put a wash pan under him to catch the cum as it dripped out. On Sunday, Dan dressed a still groggy Todd and carried him back to their room. That is where they watched the video!

I remember in my early 20s when poppers were discovered and passed around by my friends - they were a legal drug that got you 'high' but whose mild head rush was quickly eclipsed by weed and other substances - this isn't a chem sex story - but the result was that as I grew up, my little glass jar of Amyl Nitrates languished in the bottom of my wash bag for a few years before eventually being tossed, half full, never to be replenished. I didn't get the fuss. I'm 32 years old from London, short dark brown hair and big brown Disney eyes. I'm curvy which keeps me looking on the younger side save for a beard which is now a permanent addition to my face. Without it I was a chubby nerd (4/10) being rejected by all the twinky young guys I lusted after. With it, when combined with my thick thighs and pretty decent butt, I'm some sort of cub/bear. Having recently discovered my niche it seems sex is always available - and with all the sorts of boys I wanted previously plenty of whom want to fulfil their bear fantasies. Sure enough I've started dabbling. I've always loved being a bottom - I've just never been great at it (anxiety over mess and pain) but over the years i've bought various dildos and douches and lubes in the hopes of training myself up. I've always fantasised about bareback sex too, Breeding Zone has brought me many spectacular orgasms. Enter one beautiful 26yo twink top just before Christmas with whom I've spoken for months online but never met, we lusted after each other's slutty photos and fantasised about raw sex. The stars align and we're both free. He hops on the train and I jump in the shower and start cleaning out. I'm feeling relaxed and start to finger myself in preparation - I tell him and he loves it - that unusual sensation of being penetrated gets me excited. When he arrives he is significantly sexier than his online profile suggests. A yoga expert, tall and well groomed. Skinny profile photos betrayed his very toned hairy body and a deep booming voice... ...and a giant cock, the kind that should come with a disclaimer - and it does because after a heavy session of kissing, stripping, tugging and sucking, he eyes the condoms I placed on my bedside table (just in case). "I'm not being a dick about this, but they wont' fit", he tells me. I toy with the idea of suggesting he doesn't need them but keep quiet. Our fantasies remain just fantasies and he reaches into his pocket for a king-size rubber. He wants to play safe and I'm happy to do whatever gets his cock inside me. I really want to make him cum. He throws me on my back and slides the head of his meaty 8" cock inside me. FUCK. That instant sting. I'm not gonna be able to take it. "I have some Poppers" he suggests, and as I flash back to being 20, he fishes out the little brown bottle and holds it under my nose. As the blood rushes to my head, he picks my legs up and slides right down to the hilt. Pain free > Mind blown. The sex was pretty great. He pounded me, I rode him. We synced up nicely. Apparently I'm super tight. He came faster than either of us expected - no greater compliment - but was able to power through. By the time I was ready to cum, so was he for a second perfectly timed climax. Damn he was hot. Damn I had to get some poppers. Since this little life lesson, I've been making up for lost time. With my little brown bottle the secret to my success, I've tried and succeeded in getting as much cock as I can. Over the Christmas week I quickly rattled through ten guys, a few of whom came back for more. Turns out I love making guys cum with my ass - a few days ago I serviced three in one day - I'll save it for another story - but suffice to say I am going through a glorious slut phase, which last night culminated in my first load. With guys 1-10, condoms were used throughout but one highlight included an intense thirty-minute rim job from a beautiful hung blonde 35yo. He was totally game to make me squeal by fingering and eating my ass like I've never experienced before. Face down on my bed with my ass sandwiching his lips, I thought he might just take the initiative and fuck me raw - I hoped he would and I wouldn't have stopped him. I was in heat. When the image flashed into my mind I came immediately, covering my bedlinen with a huge load. "I've never eaten ass like that before", he told me after coming up for air. "I think you enjoyed that" he added, laughing. This guy came back for seconds a few days later and I think, I hope... a third encounter is on the cards. I fantasise that word of my newly discovered dick craze is being spread about. A few days ago, a younger guy hits me up online. He wants to play and who am I to deny him? He keeps telling me how much I will love his cock and he was right. When he arrived, I groped excitedly and found a very thick cock that looked out of place on his cute short frame. We roll around on my bed and he asks me what I think about bareback sex. I tell him about my fantasies and about my recent encounters and this excites him more. He asks if I want him to put on a condom and I tell him he probably should but as we're talking, I make a point of telling him about my hot rim session, hoping he would get the message - he flips me over and starts to work his tongue and fingers inside of me before asking me if I want him to use a condom.... "Yes." I tell him and he obliges. His cock is so thick that even after my recent exploits, I rely heavily on the poppers to get him inside me. He is a selfish fuck - and I love it. When he cums, he dumps the condom on my bedside table and leaves. I reach into one of my drawers and pull out a giant dildo, bought a few years ago - the one I always wanted to work up to but was never able to take. I slowly push it into my now very loose hole. I think about being used by such a cute young guy, I think about his huge cock and how open my ass is. I cum very fast and I text him to thank him. Last night, I invited him back - none of the pretence of round one. He's pulling my legs apart and rubbing lube on my ass. Sliding his digits in one after another, gentler than before. "Do you want me to use a condom this time?" He asks. I reach over to feel his huge cock and discover he's already lubed up. He begins rubbing it against my hole and the head feels so soft and warm, without any of the odd friction of a latex condom. I gasp - it's like being rimmed by an extra thick tongue - and he smiles. "Do you want me to use a condom?" He asks again and I stay silent as I help him push the head of his cock into my ass and it slides all the way into me. It feels so good. So natural. It feels like silk - and definitely a highlight of the experience... I look over to the unopened bottle of poppers on my bedside table and wonder if my ass is too loose from the toy, or if raw sex just feels so good I no longer need their help. I eye the unopened condom sat next to the bottle and my cock springs to life. I must be looser because the sex takes longer, but the sensation is incredible and the psychological impact of having his bare cock inside me is keeping me right on the edge - I try and avoid touching my cock but as his body grazes it I nearly cum. When he does eventually tell me he's getting close, I've already made the decision - go big or go home - and I tell him to give it to me. I want his cum. This makes him climax but I don't feel any different. I don't feel his cock stiffen or his load shoot inside me. When he pulls out of me, that's when I notice the difference. He flooded my insides and it bursts out of me. This moment may only have lasted a second but the sensation seemed to go on for ages. I immediately finger at my hole, it's so loose and so wet... I can't get over how wet it is. "Finger my cummy hole." I beg him and as soon as his fingers slip inside me I orgasm and it's intense. "I'm definitely coming back," he tells me with a smile. He leaves and I cum three times more. First almost straight away while watching bareback porn and thinking of how much of a slut I might be becoming. Second after I return from a post-fuck shower when I spy the unused condom on my bedside table which sets me off again Third a few hours later when the rest of his load spills out of my ass and I replace it with one of my modest dildos. I've spent the last 24-hours torn, freaked about where this road might lead for my health, sex life and future, but incredibly horny at the same time. I can easily see how people overcome the fear and turn into real cum dumps, but I guess only time will tell if this is the path I'm on. After seeking advice from friends about what I should do next, I find myself inundated with offers for more bareback loads. So as a long-time lurker on this forum, I thought I would add the story of my first load.

After reading the incredible "Pregnancy by Sperminator" on Breeding Zone, I thought for sure Spermpig had made it all up. Since Craigslist shut down their personals a while back, I figured there was no way I would ever be able to find Sperminator. But the story made me so horny I just had to look, because I love the thrill of the risk of taking loads so much. Unfortunately for me my internet search skills are very good, because I eventually did find Sperminator's ad on another site. I thought to myself "OMG, this just can't be real". But curiosity got the better of me and I couldn't help but respond to the ad, figuring it was just a joke put there by someone from this site that had read the story. Much to my surprise the next day I found a reply from Sperminator waiting in my inbox. Of course he lives in a different city, but I had some leave I needed to take before the end of the fiscal year anyway so I booked a plane ticket and a room at a nice hotel near the airport. Once I had arrived and checked in, I sent a text to the number he had given me and a few minutes later received a reply. I texted back the hotel address and my room number, very horny with anticipation. I never thought my deepest, darkest fantasy might come true, but here I was prepping my ass and getting ready for his arrival. It seemed like an eternity but it was probably really less than 45 minutes when I heard a knock on my room door. I let him in and true to the description in the story he was a very large but well built black man and he was wearing a shirt and grey sweat pants. I could already see that even soft his package left a large bulge and I couldn't wait to see it up close for myself. I told him that I'd seen the story online and knew I needed to have him stop my biological clock. He told me to get down and suck him to get his cock ready to impregnate my ass. At his command I dropped to my knees and pulled down his sweats until his dick was free, nearly to his knees and not even hard yet. Spermpig was definitely not exaggerating. I set to work on it, but didn't have any more luck getting even half of it in than Spermpig did. I did manage to get it up to full mast, and it definitely had to be around 13" and 7+" around in the thick part. As I got down on all fours on the bed he warned me that I was definitely going to be walking funny for at least a week and I had no doubt that this was indeed a dick I would never forget. He told me that since I was such a chaser already he wouldn't let me ride it first, but since he was feeling generous he would go slow at first until my hole was fully stretched out. He got up behind me and adjusted my position to line up his big torpedo shaped dick at my hole and I could feel his well lubricated head start to press against my hole. I couldn't believe I was really doing it, letting a big poz dick fuck my neg hole and maybe impregnate me. But it was definitely for real as his big dick started to make entry stretching my sphincter as wide as it ever had been. And I'd been practicing with the largest black dildo I could find in order to try to get my hole prepared for this monster dick. But like Spermpig, my hole was definitely not ready. It felt like I had a fireplace log being forced into me as he forcefully but slowly stretched me out to accommodate his girth. When the wide part started to stretch me he grabbed my hips firmly and increased the pressure. I was hoping that I would be lucky enough that it would take at least two or three times for my ass to get knocked up, but true to Sperminator's reputation my pregnancy test came back positive the first time. I really had to have that big dick again though and figuring that he might not have an interest in fucking me again once I was pregnant I got on my computer and made up some fake negative test results. I was able to arrangedto meet him two more times before he figured it out. He was a little upset at my deception, but said he understood why I wanted to keep getting fucked. Even though my ass is now ruined, I still crave for his big dick to pump his seed into me but somehow now that I've been knocked up the thrill is gone since there isn't the risk of getting pregnant anymore. What gives me a thrill now is thinking about spreading the gift to unsuspecting tops.

A generally authentic look, hard to define and a challenge when scripted action needs to keep moving. The settings, lighting, editing, and director's and actor's skills all contribute.

If I were the bottom in porn, I'd service the camera man and every guy in the room when we were done filming.

why would you ever want a cock with a condom on?

My wife took the kids to the zoo today so I got to have some fun with a little high school twink that lives down the street. He came over as soon as they left and blew me on the couch and then I filled that hole up with 2 loads on my wife’s side of the bed. He took my fat cock like a champ.

I love slapping a whore when I fuck it. The best faggots will actually beg you to hit them and thank you afterwards. Some whores aren't happy unless you leave a bruise. Plus I really love strangling a bitch so it goes well together. It's a great way to show some slut that you don't give a fuck about it or respect it. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A FUCKHOLE. For me it's not about hurting it cause I really don't give a fuck if it likes it or not. It's about putting a whore in its place. Down on all fours being slapped, pissed on, spit on and strangled unconscious. I have even had a few choice sluts beg me to punch them in the face while I fucked them.

Sunday at the Berkeley Steamworks is usually off the hook. It was a little subdued on the Sunday when the 49ers were playing the Packers. It was either confidence in the team or overwhelming horniness that made so many fuckers come to the bathhouse, NFL game be damned, looking for ass and cumdumps. I was happy to oblige. Seeder #1 was a 40-something man who wore glasses which is a huge turn on for me. Plus he had a nice long fat dick that stretched my limits. He came in my room while I was sucking another guy's dick. My ass was still exposed for other challengers so he slapped it a few times and thrust inside. At some point the guy whose dick I was sucking left and left the door open. A small crowd began to form outside. In ten minutes #1 sprayed my guts with his seed. He got up to leave but stuck his cock in my hole one more time before he split. Another couple of guys who were watching from the hallway figured they'd give everybody more of a show and suggested we go to the sling in the back room. A few of the onlookers followed us - being watched is a huge turn on for me. The two guys took turns fucking me and both claimed to come inside, but I honestly only remember the flooding sensation from one of them, which is fine...thanks to them and their sling idea, everybody was getting the idea that I was a guaranteed cock holster who couldn't get enough cum. After my time in the sling, I had three more guys stop by my room, one at a time, and all of them raw fucked me, but I got no loads until... Quickest load of the night: A good looking asian guy came to my room and fucked me missionary. He only lasted seconds before he pumped a creamy load in my hole, and then just as quickly he was gone. That was a private pounding with the door closed. Things got relatively quiet for a while until a young scruffy looking dude with a long beard pounced on me in my room. There was no foreplay. He put on a condom (not ideal but I didn't protest), climbed aboard and started pounding away. Every once in a while he'd twist my jockstrap and use it to bend me into a slightly different position. He piston fucked me fast and hard. I had to put my arms straight out in front of me to keep from being fucked into the wall. He had a nice thick cock that felt so much better once he pulled the condom off and threw it on the floor, then jammed his rod inside me again. He shared his poppers with me, and fucked hard raw for about another five minutes, then let out a yelp and thrust balls deep, holding his dick inside while his cock pulsated and emptied the contents of his balls into my chute. Certainly the biggest load of the night, and one that pleasantly oozed out as I drove myself home.

Fucking love this story, EXACTLY what I am into, so I can totally relate. A few years ago, I hooked up with a TOP that used a hose to blow a cloud up my ass, and I surprised him by pulling a FR26 foley catheter from my toy bag. I told him we should use it to cloud my bladder. It was his first time to cath someone, but he was super excited to do it. After it was in place and my bladder was drained, he took a big hit and blew it through the cath and inflated my bladder. I pinched off the end and put a catheter plug in to keep the cloud from escaping. We left it in about 15 minutes. Not sure if I got anything from the method as we were already partying, but the "nasty factor" was through the roof!

I love it rough slaps in the face are fine , as is choking me . I dot care if I get a black eye or bruises on my neck , as long as my top is pleased and cums.

As a top, I absolutely love to slap the face of the slut I fuck. 2 options : we talked about it before (like on an app) and I know what can I do, how hard I can do it. We did not talk about it and I'll go more and more and really read your face to see what you are feeling about it. Most of the time, it makes my dick so hard, it's turn on the bottom. I allready fucked once a guy who needed to be slaped in the face really hard to cum : oh boy it was fun 😈

Went to a friend’s private party Friday night. I was hoping to get in the sling and take loads as long as I could but it was pretty busy when I got there. Instead I ended up being propped up in an arm chair with my legs pushed back up against my shoulders with my ass at the edge of the chair. This really beefy hairy bear kept teasing my hole with his tongue and rubbing his cock up against my hole. He kept asking me how bad I wanted it and I finally started begging for him to fuck me. He obliged and lined his cock up, poured more lube on his dick and slid in up to the hilt. His cock was hitting me in all the right places and he was getting me close to cumming before he said he had to stop or else he’d come and he wasn’t ready too. A really sexy daddy with a huge hardon took his place and started to fuck me. His dick was probably nine inches and I could feel all of him sliding into me. He pounded me good really pinning my legs back with his thrusts before cumming hard and deep inside of me. He stayed in me while kissing me before pulling out. A buddy of mine wanted a turn and got me on my legs facing the chair so he could fuck me from behind. He fucked me for about 15 minutes before cumming inside of me. He slapped my ass as he pulled out and moved on leaving me with cum leaking down my legs. It was then that I took a brake and cleaned up a little and got a beer. After a quick breather I got into the sling and ended up taking a handful of loads from a few different guys before the bear from earlier was back and fucking me good. He said he’s been edging all night in various guys and was ready to bred “a nice slut”. He was really working me over and the chains on the sling were rattling quite a bit. He didn’t take long before I could tell he was shooting inside of me. His breathing quick and his body shaking as he let out a huge grunt. I felt like me ass was being flooded and I could feel his cock spurt multiple ropes of cum. He kept slamming into me over and over again before he finally started to lose his erection and pulled out. I couldn’t see who but someone was then eating my ass and going for the cum leaking out. I ended up getting fucked by another guy after that but then my legs started getting numb and I had to get out. I took one more load being bent over the coffee table by some younger muscle stud who said he had cum a few times already but got hard again watching me in the sling. I jerked out a load while he was fucking me and shot right before he did. It was a hot cum filled night and i went home around 4am to pass out.

Chapter 29 We dozed off for awhile but I soon woke up to a warm mouth on my rapidly expanding cock. "I'm sorry sir I didn't mean to wake you but I just couldn't resist your dick. I've never been so horny in my entire life." I put my hands on his head guiding him back down on me. "Don't worry about it, that's just your true self waking up and taking charge. Now get me hard so you can ride my dick." He sucked me for a few minutes then straddled my hips and sat down on my hard cock. He let out a very satisfied moan as he sank all the way down. "Oh man it feels so amazing." "I still can't believe you went five years without a hard cock inside your warm boy pussy." "Well to be honest I didn't really enjoy it that much. It always hurt with the condom on. I mean I know I've read a lot of dick stories and chatted with a lot of guys and they all said it was so much better skin on skin but you know what they say, doing is believing." I smiled, "and do you believe now?" "Mmm not sure, may need to get fucked a few hundred more times to be sure," he said with a wicked grin on his face. "Ahh, I'm sure that can be arranged," I said raising my hips up to meet him causing my dick to explode inside him. He clamped down hard trying to milk every last drop. "Damn we need to get you a butt plug to make sure you don't lose a drop of cum." "Mmm, I've always wanted to try one of those." He was still sitting on my cock trying to milk more cum. "Fuck, you're so sexy boy. I wish I knew a tattoo artist here in town we need to get some ink on this tight bod of yours." "I'd like that sir." He climbed off my cock and snuggled up beside me. "Thank you for tonight. I can't believe what I've been missing." "Don't worry boy we'll catch you up real fast." I looked at the clock by the bed and realized it was almost two in the morning. "Damn son I need to get back to my room and make sure Brandon's okay." "Your admin?" "Yeah, he's only nineteen. I'm sure he's fine but I keep forgetting he's my responsibility." "I'm sorry I kept you so late sir." "Don't apologize, this was amazing. Make sure your free tomorrow evening as we're going to continue your training and I'm guessing Brandon will be more than willing to help." I got up and threw my clothes on. I gave him a kiss and told him, "no clothes for the remainder of the trip unless you're in public." "Understood sir." "I'll text you tomorrow when I know the plan. Get some rest, you're going to need your strength tomorrow." I wasn't sure what to expect when I got back to our room but seeing Mike getting fucked by Brandon while another guy had his cock down his throat wasn't it. The guy getting blown saw me come in and said, "I've got dibs on this slut's ass next. You can have him once I've dumped my load." "No problem man, I just gave my new boy three loads so I think I'm tapped out for the night." Brandon looked over at me and grinned as he unloaded in Mike's ass. He pulled out and the other guy immediately took his place. Brandon walked over to me and I couldn't resist so I dropped to my knees and cleaned him off. "So how many loads does that make," I said pointing to Mike. "I just gave him load number five." "All poz?" "At least three, not sure about the other two. You know don't ask don't tell." He grinned. "Ahhhh," the other guy groaned, "take my poz load you fucking slut." I turned to Brandon, "where'd you find this guy?" "Mike picked him up at the bar. When he got a little drunk he started telling guys he was looking for poz guys to knock him up. There were three guys who wanted him to go with them. He was going to go but I convinced him it would be easier, not to mention safer, to just come here. I hope you don't mind. I tried to text you but you didn't respond." "No you did good. Sorry I didn't see your text my phone died and I was a little preoccupied." "So you said. Your new boy? Can't wait to hear all about that one." About this time the other guy had pulled his clothes on and was leaving. "Thanks, that was fun. Later dudes." "Hey Mike how you doing over there?" "I'm drunk on poz cum." "Yes you are, come on why don't I help you get back to your room." "Hey Scotty, when did you get here," he said as he sat up and noticed me for the first time. "Come on buddy, you've had a busy night. Let's get you home so you can sleep this off." We got him dressed and I helped him to his room and got him tucked in for the night. I wondered if he was going to remember any of this in the morning. When I got back to the room Brandon had cleaned up everything and was in bed waiting for me. "Looks like we both had eventful nights." I chuckled, "it does appear so. I take it Mike's okay with the fact he's going to be on team poz." "I think it's safe to say we managed to wake the beast inside of him and there's no going back. And your new boy?" I showed him pics of Xander with and without my dick buried deep inside his ass. "Well fuck me! Please tell me I'm going to get a chance at that pink hole of his." "Absolutely, I'm going to throw together something special for him tomorrow, uhh I mean tonight," I said looking at the clock. "We don't have to get up early tomorrow do we." I laughed, "hell no, don't set the alarm just wake up naturally. Now let's get some sleep." I woke up close to 11:00 feeling well rested. It's amazing how refreshed I always feel after a night of breeding. Brandon's arm was draped across my chest and he was snoring softly next to me. I carefully removed his arm and quietly got out of bed. I checked the conference agenda for the day and decided there was nothing pressing that I really needed to attend. Now don't judge me I realize I was there for work and should be trying to get a lot out of the sessions but, yeah not going to happen today. I threw on my running shorts and a tank top and slipped out of the room. I sent Brandon a quick text so he'd know where I'd gone then headed down to the lobby. As I got off the elevator I noticed that the really hot concierge was on duty this morning. He smiled at me as I passed by. "Good morning sir, enjoy your run." I stopped for second and walked over to him. "Hey thanks again for telling me about those trails yesterday." "No problem, hope you enjoyed them." "They were great, lots of nice scenery," I smiled, winked at him and turned to go. "Hey," he called out, "I just have to say I love your ink." He blushed a little like he couldn't believe he'd actually said that out loud. "Thanks, as you can tell I'm a little addicted." "They're hot, I mean they look good on you." I smirked, "thanks, got any of your own?" "Umm, yeah a couple, nothing like yours though." "Well we all have to start somewhere. Umm, hey I just had a thought. I'm assuming you got your ink done here in town." "Yep, my buddy has his own place just a few blocks away from here. Why, you looking to get some more while your staying with us?" "Not exactly, I uhh, have a new friend who's in desperate need of some ink on his totally smooth body." He looked at me and lowered his eyes, "totally smooth?" "Only hair he has is on the top of his head." I pulled out my phone and showed him a picture of of Xander naked from the waist up. "Fuck me! He shaves?" "Nope, naturally smooth." He had a look on his face as if to say, 'yeah right'. "Trust me I spent all night inspecting him from head to toe." "Damn that's hot. Gotta say I love hairy guys but there's something about a completely smooth bottom that makes me rock hard. He is a bottom right?" I laughed, "total bottom." "Fuck me! Don't suppose you're sharing him?" "Absolutely, he's becoming a no load refused boy." He reached down to adjust his crotch. "You okay there," I asked grinning at him. "Oh yeah, this constantly happens to me with this job. I tend to get turned on a lot working here." I chuckled, "hmm I could see that being a hazard of the job, being surrounded by all these hot guests. So how often do you given in to the temptation?" "Oh it's not temptation I consider it a perk of the job, and I'm very good at making sure our guests have a very positive experience with us." "Hmm I bet. So what do think the chance your buddy would be able to fit my boy in for his first tat today or tomorrow?" "Not sure, but his shop's only a couple of blocks from here, so you should just pop over before your run and check." "That's perfect, thanks." I got directions from him and headed out. It was literally one block from the hotel, very convenient. I walked into the shop and this hot biker type guy about my age greeted me, "hey you the guy with the smooth boy?" I looked at him a little confused. "Jack from the hotel warned me you were on your way over. Fuck man, love your ink, your guy did good work. You mind if I see you're back?" "Not at all," I said taking my tank top off. He ran his hand over my biohaz tat. "Damn, I bet this beast attracts a lot of chasers." "Like a moth to a flame." "Good man! So Jack said you wanted to mark your new boy." "Yeah, I'm thinking of something on his ass to let all the tops know exactly what he is." "He poz?" "Nope but he will be by the end of the week." I pulled out my phone and showed him Xander's pics including one of his tight bubble butt. "Damn," he whistled, "I can't wait to get my hands on that ass. I think I have the perfect ink to start him off." He pulled up a picture on his computer. "Oh fuck that's perfect. When can you fit him in?" "I'm pretty light today have come down whenever and I'll work on him." "Great what do I owe you?" "Nothing, just let me help knock the boy up and we'll call it even." I called Xander to see what he was doing right then. His phone rang for awhile before he finally picked up. "Hey slut did I wake you?" "Good morning sir, no I'm just lying in bed fingering my cunt." "You still have my loads inside you?" "Yes sir." "Good boy. You need to throw on shorts and a t-shirt. I'm going to text you an address, be here in ten minutes." I hung up before he could respond and sent him the address. While we we're waiting for him to show up I found out that my new friend was named Marty and he loved nothing more than breeding neg boys. Eight minutes later Xander walked in the shop. "Fuck you've got an obedient boy there." I grinned, "yeah he's doing great. Xander this is Marty, you belong to him for the next couple of hours so make sure you do everything he tells you to do." With that I gave him a deep kiss and left for my run. I made sure to do an extra long jog too give Marty enough to time to finish up. When I got back to the shop the front was empty but I could hear moaning coming from the back. I followed the sounds and walked in to see Xander bent over a bench with Marty's big dick unloading in his cunt. He slowly pulled out and gave me a big smile, "fuck your boy's got an amazing ass. Gave him two toxic loads to help him on his journey. Take a look at his ink and let me know what you think." "Holy shit that looks great. Has he seen it yet?" "Nope I figured you'd want to do the honors." I took a couple pictures so I could show Xander. His eyes got really big. He threw his arms around me and gave me a big wet kiss then did the same to Marty. "Thank you, now everyone who fucks me will know I'm a poz pig." "Well you're on your way to being poz but you're definitely a pig." On his ass cheek was the outline of a pig with the word poz inside, it was fucking beautiful. "Hey Marty, if you're free tonight you should come by my hotel room. I'm planning to see just how many loads we can get inside his cunt." "Fuck I'll be there. I definitely want another go at that ass. I also have some friends I can bring too if you're interested." "Toxic?" "Yep, and a couple have wicked PAs that with help ensure all those loads can do their job." "Perfect, anytime after eight." I hadn't even noticed Xander had dropped to the floor and was cleaning off Marty's dick. He was a fucking natural. "Come on boy let's go so he can get back to work." As he stood up to grab his clothes I noticed he had bars through both of his pink nipples. Marty saw and looked a little guilty. "Hope you don't mind, I started sucking oh his perky tits and just could resist piercing them." "Great idea they look good on him." He looked relieved, gave us both hugs and we were on our way. As we headed back to the hotel I asked him how he liked his first tattoo. "Yes thank you so much. It makes me feel even sluttier. But I am a little concerned that it says poz when I haven't earned the bug yet." "Believe me son, I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you're poz by the end of the week." "Thank you sir." "Now go back to your room and take a nap, it's going to be a long night. Just make sure you're at my room by seven."

Yep. Sounds like opening of a joke but....two Catholic priests and a rabbi. Met the first priest in college. He was a hot 9x6 uncut 40ish boricua papi who worked at a catholic university and loved to dominate, humiliate and fuck the hell out of the rich whiteboy college students. We had a lot of fun times fucking around and working guys over together. The second priest I met 10 years later online. He tied me up spreadeagle on my floor, slammed me, slammed himself, stuck the used points through my nips and spent the night and most of the next day doing pretty much whatever he wanted. At some point during the session when we were both high as kites and I was still tied up he asked me if I’d ever have a problem having sex with a priest because that’s what I’m doing right now. Ummm...nope, thanks for the info and btw you have an interesting sense of timing. Picked up the rabbi at the gym. He was a hunky, hairy, bearded married guy and sexy as hell. He and I were FWB for several years and had a great time together in and out of bed. He eventually came out to his congregation, left his wife and moved in with a guy.

no way really.if youre going to be a fucktoy for lots of anonymous tops yore gonna take loads

Hi Jack here, I am 5'11 180 muscled, white and have a thick 8" dick. Some say beer can thick and that is probably the right size, if I put my hand around a beer can it feel right. I have a fetish for helping straight guys come out of the closet. I find most of them in local chat room or adult sites where you can talk freely about your fantasies and what turns you on. One of my favorite things to do is to ask advice and on a recent site and post I was looking to talk to other straight guys who have sucked a guy dick, no gay guys. I am not gay I state. I get tons of hit mostly from older closeted guy and of course some gay guys still hit me up. There were a few I did not brush off, young dudes who were prime to be cum dumps and hung dudes who would be great guys for any little straight boy I turned to both help him become a great cock sucker but a cum dump himself. I got more than more than 60 hits the first time I posted that question. There were only five that were truly straight. Two older married guys, two black guys one older and one younger, one young white dude who was my pick followed by the young black dude. Justin was his name he was 24 white, 5'10 190 muscled and swears he has not sucked a dick since college. He private messaged me : Him - He said sucking a prick does not make you gay dude I am proof. If you love pussy then sucking a dick will not change that. Me - Dude that makes a lot of sense, yes I do love pussy. When did you last suck a dick? Him - It has been a long time dude, have to admit every once in a while when I am drinking I think about it but I have no sucked a guys dick since college. Me - I have been watching Glory Hole Videos and I think that is the way I want to suck my first dick, what do you think? Him - I sucked a few dicks thru glory holes, at some parties, clubs and even ended up at a party once where I sucked off a few guys. Me - Dude you are making me crazy horny. I found this glory hole at a park that is supper private, I visited the other day but did not hang out to try out sucking dick. Building up confidence to do it. Did you swallow when you sucked dick? What does cum and precum last like? Him - Pre-cum is sweet most of the time, sometimes it does not taste but everyone's cum taste different and swallowing at first I did not but something felt wrong about not swallowing since I always made the girls I dated and date swallow. It started to become the hottest part once I was out from behind the glory hole and a guy could see me swallow his nut. Me - No fucking way, I am rock hard thinking about sucking dick, I think I will need to try that glory hole. Ever suck a BBC? Latin? Do they taste different? Him - Yes of course black guys dicks are softer but they seem to take longer to cum in my experience ad fuck they can be huge. Me - I think about BBC a lot, sucking it. Me - I made my mind up, thanks for your help I am going to go tomorrow on my lunch hour or after work. Him - Where in the city is this place, just be careful not to get arrested if it is a public rest room. They can be hot but there is a risk. Me - It is a semipublic rest room, it is owned by a business near a park so guys come in, a few that work there but most are there to suck dick or get sucked. There are two glory holes in the center booth should I sit there or one of the outer ones? Him - I think the center is the best but would need to see if to give you the best advice. me - Would you do that for me? Him - Sure, why not. I want to help out a fellow straight guy to explore, we have talked before and you helped me out with a couple of my Girls and making them cum from different positions in previous chats about a year ago. Me - Glad I could help and that you are going to help me out here. Here is the address 1245 Leado Street, When you get here go to the back of the blue building and there is a black door marked VNDX enter and you will find three sinks, two urinals and three stalls. Let me know what you think and I once you have advised let me know here is my number 619-555-1715 you can text me. Him - That is not to far from work, I will swing by at lunch and then text you later on and let you know. You can go later on that night or tomorrow and all. Me - Thanks dude, I owe you. Jack here. Him - Ryan here, glad I can help. I signed off and I got a text ten minutes later, hey its Ryan. Just wanted to make sure you knew my number when I reached out at lunch. So I can be available when you text when do you think you will be heading over. he text back 11:30 I already moved my schedule. Great I will be free to take your text whenever you hit me back and before two when I go into a meeting. He text back cool, talk to you soon. I knew he was ready to suck some dick, I text a few buds and got back on with a few of the other guys who liked their dicks sucked and sent me pics. I lined up two Latin guys, one Asian and two White guys to be there, The first two on the outer stall were Carlos and Dan. The rest were waiting in the park. I told them all to be there at 11:30 but for Carlos and Dan to get there at 11;25 so they could be in place before Ryan got there. It was not 10 AM, I put my phone on silent and made sure I was there at noon. Carlos is 26 tall and think with a fat uncut dick just over 8" and Dan is an older muscled guy with a long medium thickness cock around 9" cut. Never asked him how old but he must have been 45. I kept watching the clock and it was not 10:55 AM and the action should soon begin.

This happened a few weeks ago. Been chatting to this guy that is in town every now and then. Cute innocent look but the chats usually get straight down to the point. Unfortunately he is always leaving and I am not available so never managed to hook up. This day was different, chatted in the morning and he was looking for someone to fill his ass. I couldn't help at the time but he kept me up to date on how his day was going. After lunch he was loaded with 2 loads and very horned up. I could not get the idea of fucking a nice creamy preloaded ass out of my head so with blue balls and all decided to pay his hotel a visit after work. He was still keen for mine. He left the door ajar and wanted me to come in and find him ass up and plunge straight into him, he will only look up when I am balls deep. Followed the instructions and before I plunged in first fingered his creamy ass before sliding in deep. Heaven... Fucked his loose arse quite well and filled it with more cum. All sweaty and out of breath we had a nice chat and said we will do it again when he is around. Had to run off to another engagement but left satisfied. He went down for a cigarette and message me gloating how he is struggling to keep all the cum in.

Watching guys make eye contact and hold it as they fuck can be incredibly hot. I'm also a huge fan of really good audio, where you can hear the breathing, the grunts (not exaggerated scripted ones, just the natural guttural noises men enjoying their fuck make), the moans, the sounds of flesh on flesh... If it's really good, I can get hard as a rock even with a video where the image is so dark I can hardly see anything.

I travel a lot between Canada, Europe, UK and Africa. So the time zone change for me is +6 hours on these trips. So, like @FelchingPisser suggests, I have my phone set to remind me to take my pills at 0800 Canada time every day. When I am in Europe... that becomes either 1pm or 2pm (depending where I am) and that is usually lunch. It helps remind me to do my thing... at a fairly regular time. And yes, the math people will point out I lose/gain 6 hours going there/coming back... but it IS fairly consistent for me. I also went to the Dollar store here (Pound store for you - grin) and bought a pill dispenser for daily pills. By looking at the dispenser, I can quickly tell whether I have taken my pill that day. They come in different sizes... you might just take one medication (PrEP) and would require a small dispenser. But it is a 'visual'. As far as being concerned? PrEP has proven to be pretty darn reliable. There is always an 'exception' case.... but the science shows it to be pretty effective. As you (and all of us at some point in time) have found out - it doesn't protect from OTHER STI's... so, this is a risk when fucking raw regardless of whether you are on PrEP or not.... it will always be there. I don't think you can shock a nurse or doctor in a sexual health clinic. They have seen it all. Don't worry about what 'they' think... they are there to help you. The fact that you are being tested regularly is a good thing overall to your NHS in the end. You are 'managing' your situation by being proactive and being tested/monitored. In the end.. that is a good thing. People will ALWAYS judge you... regardless of what you do or think... so do what is best for.. you!! Cheers mate!

I had a special moment today that makes me so happy. My boyfriend and I are in a weird place in our relationship right now where we're still a thing but we're taking things a little slower. I want to enjoy taking cocks and so does he, so we don't really have a lot of sex right now. When we were more devoted to each other he was hesitant to use me as his toilet, even though I begged him for it. But now that things are a little more casual he's been more willing to treat me to his pee loads. This morning he texted me and asked if I wanted him to stop by for a little bit. I had an early hookup but I really wanted to spend some time with him so I told him to come over. I thought maybe he just wanted sex but instead what he wanted was a toilet. He gave me his full piss load and it was incredible. When he finished he shook off over my face and put his dick away, then he went out to the living room and sat on the couch. It was so hot being used that way, and now I want it all the time. Has anyone else ever had a spontaneous bladderload before? If so, how did it happen? Did you enjoy it? The idea of being his full time toilet is making me so horny that I can't stand it.

Set up an alarm on your phone that will go off every day at the time you want to take your pill.

Thanks Dane! That means a lot, glad you're enjoying.

Indianapolis—December, 2019 I don’t remember how we met online. I do know that we have chatted off and on for almost a dozen years. Now that I was in the Mid-Indiana area, I wanted to see if we could finally meet. Sam was excited I was finally closer. His life was more complicated now as he lived with a straight family member. But in my fourth week there he finally had the house to himself. I asked if he wanted me to bring the sling. He did. He said he’d never been in one. I told him how much room it required and he thought the living room could take it. I found the house, finally, even though some street signs were down. It was small—and the living room was crowded, but we moved some furniture and made it happen. I really looked at him as we lugged a coffee table out of the room. He was my age…a good ten years older than the pics in his profile, but that was no issue. He was tall and thin. He was just beginning to show a gut—which was just more pronounced with his thin build. He had a decent cock—just under seven inches. But I was here for his ass… I sit on the couch. There is just room for him to kneel in front of me with the sling set up. “Let me get that dick nice and hard. And good and wet.” He is very verbal. Each time he does something he comments on it. “Your balls are delicious in that ripe jock. Let me get them wetter.” I let him suck me at his own pace. Only once do I push down on his head when he is struggling to take the last half inch. He gags. And actually has to excuse himself. He runs from the room. Fortunately, we both find it kinda hot. He comes back and sucks me with gusto. “Wanna get in the sling?” “Yeah. I’ve truly never been in one.” He sits and tips back into it expertly. H’mmmm… “And you are good with me going in raw?” “Yeah…” he fingers his hole and nods. “Just don’t cum in me.” I slap my hard cock on his balls. And kneel to eat his hole. The act of rimming him makes his mouth go non-stop. “Eat that hole. Stick your tongue in this mancunt. Eat me out…” On and on…but more hot than not. I stand up and push in. It’s an easier entry than I thought it might be, but it is still a tight hole. This causes another gush of words. “Fuck me. Use me. Fuck!” I speed up to a blistering fuck speed. I pound his hole—and abruptly pull it out. “Wha…??” “Taste your hole on my cock.” I move around the side of the sling and shove my cock in his mouth. He cleans me with abandon. When I move back to his ass, another torrent of words follow me. “Fuck, I taste good. That is hot. I don’t do that very often. You are such a [banned word]…” The last is cut short by my pushing into his ass again. I fuck long slow strokes, moving the sling back and forth with me standing still. “Fuck, that feels so good. I want your cum in me. I know I said I didn’t, but I don’t care. Cum in my hole. Cum in me!” He has begun to jerk his cock. He’s not fully hard anymore, but I am sure he is going to shoot pretty damn fast. “You want my cum in your hole?” I speed up, my hips taking over the driving fuck. “Yes, I want your load. I want your whole load deep inside. I want you. I want your cum…” More and more as he jerks. I have been fucking for maybe ten minutes. Are we truly done? I speed up the fuck even more, making the chains rattle. And something in his constant talk flips a switch in my brain. I am suddenly ready to breed. “I’m gonna load your ass. Want it?” “Yes! Breed me. Breed me deep. Let me feel it!” I give him three more strokes and fire off my load. I grunt it out, holding onto the sling frame. His cock erects. I can just lean down and take him in my mouth, keeping me firmly in his ass, and take his load into my mouth. Sam groans out his orgasm, his words becoming meaningless sounds. And that is it. We are done. Short and sweet. Though his cum was a little bitter… No jump to conclude it this time as it was so short, but feel free to peruse the 1050 other entries: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/

that's awesome babe! probably not only poz but picked up a few other bugs!! Keep offering that hot ass up for more toxic loads!

Great picture

well i finally mustered up the courage to put some of my own videos online. for the most part they are videos of me, blindfolded, ass up with the door unlocked and a mature top breeding my hole..... i hope you like them A MATURE DADDY USING MY THROAT AND HOLE [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/a-mature-daddy-using-my-throat-and-hole-42634241 BLINDFOLDED, DOOR UNLOCKED, TOTAL ANONYMOUS FOR THE 2ND TIME [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/blindfolded-door-unlocked-total-anonymous-for-the-2nd-time-42629861 NEIGHBORHOOD LAWYER LIKED TO STOP BY AND BREED ME [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/neighborhood-lawyer-liked-to-stop-by-and-breed-me-42045391 FIRST TIME BLINDFOLDED, DOOR UNLOCKED AND MY DOOR UNLOCKED [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/first-time-blindfolded-door-unlocked-and-my-door-unlocked-42018431

Love being on my back, staring into my Top's eyes, while he plows my ass as he slaps me across the face and spits on me. Pig Brother and I have the best dynamic of all my fuck bud's - we both slap, spank, chest beat and spit on each other.

For sure we all get turned down for things we can’t control— my height, my skin color, and my overall lack of thug like qualities. Best I can say to anyone: you’re good. Don’t focus on what they don’t like about and focus on what you like about you. Improve where you want to improve, but otherwise just live your life for you. easier advice on some days rather than others but it’s true

Last night I was drunk as fuck at the abs. Shouldn't have driven there, but I decided to stay long enough to sober up. I went straight to the back, which had a decent crowd, dropped my pants and go positioned on a bench with my ass showing. I think my brazenness scared a few guys away, but thanks to the booze I wasn't too concerned. Within a few minutes I felt my ass being rubbed, then some lube, and then a fat cockhead opening me up. No idea who it was, and I didn't care. He gave me my first load after a few minutes, and another cock took his place. I lost track of how many cocks I took, but it was over 18 in the three hours I spent on the bench. Only one fat one caused me any discomfort, all the rest felt fucking fantastic. When I stood to get dressed, my thighs and ballsack were coated with cum, as was my ass. By the time I got home, so much jizz had ran out the entire rear of my underwear was wet and was starting to leak onto my jeans. I just striped naked and slept on my belly, letting any cum that didn't run out earlier soak into me.

It really depends on the depth, severity, and duration of the cunting. About 4 days for a pent-up 2-3 hour cunting, and a fuck of any duration where he fucks up hard to stretch and open the sigmoid flexure and breeds there more than six times. For a less rape-like cunting its about 1-2 days. One big problem for me though is that I love the tender pain that an energetic fuck carves into my cunt. I find myself pressing into the sore places to connect with him again, enjoying the hurt, thinking about his seed, and wanting more.

Chapter 28 I was still in the middle of putting out the fire when I received a text from Brandon. 'Hey just checking in.' 'How were your sessions?' 'One was really interesting the other not so much.' 'That sounds about par for these conferences.' 'Do we have anything planned for tonight?' 'I've had a project come up that's going to keep me busy tonight. You okay on your own?' 'Yeah, I ran into Mike at the last session and he asked us to go to some gay dance club with him.' 'Sounds perfect. Tell him I'm sorry I can't go. Have fun and be safe.' 'Did you just tell me to have safe sex?' 'Ha ha, none of that nonsense! You know what I mean.' 'Yes dad.' 'Don't push it boy.' '😬' Okay so with Brandon taken care of for the evening if I could just finish up this work mess I could get back to the really important stuff. Don't you hate it when work gets in the way of you destroying a new sub's pussy. I finally wrapped things up with work. It had been almost three hours since I left my newest plaything when I finally knocked on his door. This would be a good test for him as I told him I expected to be back two hours ago. Part of me wondered if he'd answer the door at all, I was worried for nothing. It took less than thirty seconds for the door to open. He stepped to the side and let me in immediately assuming the position. His little nub of a cock sticking straight up. I grabbed his pathetic excuse of a dick and squeezed. "Have you been hard the whole time I've been gone boy?" "No sir, I got hard when you knocked on the door." Damn this boy was so hot. "Did you play with yourself?" "I've just been fingering my hole sir, I haven't touched my penis." "You don't get hard when you've got things in your cunt?" "No sir, I'm totally soft but I do leak a lot. I use my precum as lube sir." "Damn Xander, I can't believe nobody's claimed you as theirs." "I've been too afraid to act sir." "What about now boy." "I don't want to be afraid anymore sir." I leaned down and kissed him, my tongue invading his mouth. "Mmm," I moaned, "you're a damn good kisser boy, but we have more important things to do. Drop to your knees and remove my shorts." He immediately did as he was told reaching out towards me when I slapped his hands away. "Nope boy, hands behind your back, use your teeth only." I was only wearing basketball shorts so I figured even hands free this would be simple for him. I pulled my t-shirt off as he grabbed my waistband right at my hip where my biohaz tat sits. I'm sure he noticed it but he gave no indication. Most guys who don't already know my status seem to gasp or catch their breath when they see it for the first time, but no reaction at all from him. He had my dick bouncing free in no time. As soon as my shorts were on the ground he moved back and waited for his next direction all the while staring hungerly at my hard cock. "You're being such a good boy I'll give you a choice. Do you want my cock in your mouth or cunt first?" "My cunt sir," he blurted out, "please, my cunt." My cock was leaking in anticipation of ruining Xander's ass. "First, I want you to kiss my dick and just get him wet since I don't believe in lube for boys." He kept his hands behind his back without me having to tell him and lovingly kissed the tip of my cock. He reached his tongue out, got his first taste of my precum and let out a deep moan. "You like that boy?" "Yes sir, it tastes so good." He started to swallow my cock. "Easy son watch those teeth." He pulled off and said, "sorry sir it's been awhile since I've sucked." Then he took me into his mouth again. It seemed to come back to him pretty quickly as he was soon taking most of my cock down his throat. "Damn my dick looks good with your lips wrapped around it. Okay I think that enough for now. I know you really want my dick in your pussy. Get on the bed on all fours with your ass facing me, it's time to get a good look at your boy hole." He assumed the position and used his hands to spread his cheeks. "Good damn Xander, that is the prettiest pink pucker I've seen. Not a fucking hair on that smooth hole, fucking beautiful. I have to tell you son, I usually prefer my guys with some hair on them but there's something about you that makes me so horny and hard." I started tracing my finger around his hole. "Did you prelube, you're pretty wet down there." "I was fingering myself before you arrived trying to loosen my hole, I only used my precum sir." "Fuck, you horny little slut." I really wanted to eat him out but his cunt was winking at me just begging to be destroyed. "Son, I know I said I wouldn't hurt you but to be honest with you this may hurt just a bit but trust me it's for your own good." "Do it! Please do it, fucking breed my pussy." Ok I didn't need to be asked twice. I slammed in about half way and hit his second hole. "Come on boy let me in, except your destiny, relax those ass muscles." I kept pushing and I could feel him trying to accommodate my cock. I'm bigger than average and pretty thick, I'm not huge but my bottoms definitely feel me. Slowly I felt his insides give way and my cock inched forward a bit further. I held there for a few seconds so he could get used to me then I pulled out. "Breathe boy, we're almost there," then I shoved back in all the way. "Holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit." He kept repeating over and over. "You doing okay boy?" "Holy fucking shit sir, so big. Feels so big." "You want me to pull out?" "No! Oh god no don't pull out." I chuckled, "don't worry I'm just kidding, there's no way in hell I'm pulling out now unless it's too slam right back inside you." I started slowly moving my dick in and out and he started moaning like a bitch in heat. "You like that slut, don't you." "Oh my god yes. I can't believe how good that's feels. Please don't stop." "When was the last time you had a dick in your cunt boy?" "Long time sir." "How long boy?" "Over five years sir." "Dear god Xander are you serious?" "I'm sorry sir, I know I'm pathetic." That set me over the edge, I slammed in and fired off my first load. "By the end of the week boy you're going to be a grade A whore taking every cock offered absolutely no load refused." I pulled my cock out of his cunt and slapped his ass. Turn around and clean me off slut. A good bottom always cleans off every dick that gives him a load. Don't ever forget that." "Thank you sir! Fuck, that tastes so good." I pulled him up and gave him a deep kiss. "How you doing?" "My ass feels so empty, I need more." I started laughing, "give me a few minutes and I'll give you your second load." We laid down on the bed and he put his head on my chest. "God, I can't believe you haven't had sex in five years." "I play with my cunt a lot but I mostly just use my fingers. I keep thinking I need to buy some toys, but fuck me, I think I like the real thing better." "If course you do, the real thing fills you up with cum. So, is it safe to assume you're negative?" "Yep, you were the first guy to fuck me raw." "Seriously? Damn and you didn't even ask me to wrap up. I'm so proud of you." "I may not have had sex in awhile but I sure as hell watch a lot of porn. My favorites are the ones where there's a dom top who forces his boy to take his load. I was chatting with this guy online once and he told me it was very insulting to the top to ask him to wear a condom. You didn't mention condoms so I let you breed me." He looked down and I was rock hard again. "Does things mean you're ready to fuck me again, sir?" "Lift your legs slut." No taking it slow things time. I pounded his cunt hard with him begging me to go faster. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me in tight to his body as I shot my second load inside him. I collapsed on top of him making sure to keep my dick buried deep in his cunt. "Thank you sir that was amazing." "Glad you liked it boy we're only just getting started. I'm going make sure you leave here a new man, well a fucking cum dump anyway." "Thank you sir." "Gotta ask you son, we talked about your status but you never asked me mine." "It's not my place to ask sir. If you wanted me to know you'd tell me." "You saw my tattoo right?" "Sir you're covered in tats, do you want to be a little more specific." "Don't get smart with me boy, I may just have to take you over my knee," I smirked at him. "You know which tattoo I'm referring to." "Yes sir I saw your tat," he said reaching out to trace the symbol. "It's beautiful." "You know what it means right?" "That you're very special sir." "Mmm, I like that, yes I'm very special and I've given you my very special gift." "I wondered if you were on meds or toxic." "Which did you hope for?" "Toxic sir, because a true bottom cum dump need to be poz." "Fuck I wished you lived by me. My friends would love you." He gave me a sly grin. "That would be nice to have someone around to always make sure I had a cock to service." "Xander, I promise you this, by the end of the week you will no longer be afraid to be who you really are." "Thank you Scotty, will you now give me another poz load please?"

Or if the guy find his next victims to poz

Oh Brandon's in for a special treat in the next chapter.

Chapter 12 Turns out being a total slut is a great way to get a good nights sleep. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well. I made it to brunch to find Kevin waiting for me. So to explain Kevin, he’s my best friend. I’ve known him since freshman year at college. I got him through his first STI, his first broken heart when found out the girl he was dating cheated on him, hence his first STI. I was there when he knocked up his new girlfriend during senior year. I was also his best man at his wedding and became godfather to his third kid, Josh. So in other words we had a bit of a history. His kids even called me uncle Scott. He always had a way of getting me to spill all my secrets so I was nervous about brunch. He gave me a hug then immediately asked how I was. “I’m good Just getting over the flu but good. Works keeping me busy. So what’s going on with Josh?” Smooth right? “Scott I don’t know what I’m going to do. He’s gay.” “And? That’s a problem why?” “No, no I don’t care about that. You know I’m staying with him while I’m in town.” I nodded yes. “Wanda told me not to. That he needed his space just to stay at the hotel but no I wanted to spend some quality time with my son.” He was starting to spiral. “Kevin, focus. Tell me what happened.” “I walked in on him having sex.” “Yea still not seeing the problem. I mean I’m sure you both were a little shocked but it’s just sex.” “No! He wasn’t using a condom.” I bust out laughing. “Oh dear god is that all?” “It’s not funny. What about all those diseases?” He was seriously stressing out. “Kevin relax. I’m sure he’s on PrEP so it fine. Plus if he was topping the chance of getting HIV is less than if he was bottoming.” “I didn’t understand a word you just said.” “Kevin I’m sure he’s fine. Did you talk to him?” “Oh my god no! We were both too embarrassed, we’ve barely been able to look each other in the eye.” This was really too funny. If he only knew what I’d been doing yesterday he’d kill over. “You should really talk to him if you’re concerned.” “Well I’m actually flying back home later this afternoon so I don’t think I’ll have the chance. Would you talk to him?” I was taking a drink as he said that and just about spit the water out. “Umm you want me to talk to your son about sex. Thanks but I’ll pass. He’s a grown man.” Scott, please. You’re both gay and you’re older so you could be a mentor to him.” “You want me to mentor your son in gay sex?” He was getting flabbergasted with me, “Scott, no that’s not what I meant at all. Please, you are his godfather after all.” “Okay fine, what exactly do you want me to tell him?” “You know just about that safe sex stuff.” “Okay you win. Can we now please change the subject?” “Of course,” He said grinning now that he’d gotten his way. “ I must say I was really impressed with his penis. For a short guy he was really big. Must have gotten that from my side of the family.” “Holy shit I can’t believe we’re discussing your sons dick, and don’t forget I’ve seen yours so if he’s big he didn’t get that from you!” “Oh that hurts!” He said laughing. He got serious for a second, “but thanks, really I mean it.” The rest of brunch went off without a hitch and I was soon putting him in a cab. I then proceeded to put Josh at the back of my mind and life returned to normal except, of course I was having a lot more sex! Every couple of days Kevin would text to see how it went with Josh and I’d just make some excuse. Finally after about a month of his texts I couldn’t take it any more so I sent Josh a note. ‘Hey Josh it’s your uncle Scott. Just wondering if you were free for dinner sometime this week?’ He’s young so I really didn’t expect a response any time soon so I was shocked when my phone buzzed with a text. ‘Hey uncle Scott you don’t need to take me out. I know this is dad trying to meddle.’ This kid was good. I figured we could go on texting all night or I could just call the fucker. “Uncle Scott, really you don’t need to take me out. I promise I’m fine.” “Hi Josh. I’m sure you are but you know your father. He’s never going to give either of us any peace until we meet up. I promise we will not discuss your sex life.” I could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Okay fine, I suppose I could meet you for dinner. I’m free tonight if you’re game.” “Perfect! Say half an hour at that diner on your corner.” “Great see you there.” If I played my cards right I’d be done quick then I could hit up a new fuck bud in the neighborhood and hopefully get a load or two. Now I hadn’t seen Josh in about two years so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Last time I saw him he was a little chunky, had long hair and was wearing really thick glasses. This hot young guy saw me walk in to the diner and raised his hand in my direction. I looked behind me thinking someone had come in after me but I was alone. “Uncle Scott, over here.” Wow the last years had been good to him. “Fuck me Josh you look amazing.” He stood up and gave me a hug. “Thanks, you too. You’ve got more ink.” “And you look totally different. Fuck, no wonder your dad’s worried about you,” I said chuckling. He was about 5’6”, 160lbs, all muscles, tanned, from what I could tell he looked pretty smooth up top but his legs were hairy. His hair was cut short on the sides but a little longer on top. Like me, he was wearing shorts and a tank top. He smiled, “my last roommate was a personal trainer.” “Well damn he did good work.” He started blushing. “Thanks, I like the new me.” “You look hot. I’m sure if your dick is as big as your dad says it is you have no problems finding guys to fuck either.” Holy shit I can’t believe I just said that to my godson. “He grinned, “dad said I had a big dick?” “He tried to infer you got it from him, but believe me I’ve seen his and let’s just say he’s not what I would call well endowed.” He started laughing, “I’ve seen his and grandpa’s and I can assure you my size didn’t come from his side of the family. But wait did dad and you ever...you know?” Okay how did I get into this conversation?? “Umm well, we were roommates you know.” “Yes, and...” “I may have sucked him off a time or two.” “Oh my god I knew it!” “You cannot tell him I told you that. He’d kill me.” He was trying really hard not to laugh. “I always had a feeling about my dad.” “Your dad is not gay. We were kids in college and he was usually drunk and needed to get off, and trust me he never returned the favor.” “Well maybe but I have to say when he walked in on me fucking the twink he certainly was tenting in the pants if you know what I mean.” “Wait, what? Really?” He was shaking his head yes and grinning like a fool. “Well damn! Okay enough talking about your dad,” I chuckled. “Fine, so do you want to talk about my sex life then?” He was smirking. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” “Yea it’s fun watching you squirm.” “You little shit. Even though you’ve got all those muscles I can still put you over my knee young man.” “Ummm uncle Scott I had no idea you were so kinky.” He winked at me. “Oh Josh, you have no idea how twisted I am,” I started to give him an evil grin. He gulped and grabbed his drink. This was fun! “Umm, Yea...so this conversation just got, umm I’m not really sure what.” I started laughing, “sorry didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” “No, no, this just isn’t at all how I imagined dinner going.” “Me either. We can change the topic if you’d like?” “Well actually, since we’ve already gone to an uncomfortable place,” he chuckled nervously, “can I ask you some questions?” “Of course anything.” “So what’s your opinion of barebacking? I mean I’m assuming dad told you he caught me fucking without a condom.” “Is it safe to assume that your cool with fucking raw seeing how you were doing it?” “The twink really wanted me to breed him and I was out of condoms. Me personally I honestly don’t feel strongly one way or the other but friends would kill me if they knew I fucked raw.” “Are you on PrEP?” I asked. “Nope. I know I should be but just haven’t gotten around to it yet.” “So are you mostly a top and how did it feel when you were fucking him?” “I’m versatile. Fucking raw felt absolutely amazing at least a 10 times better than being covered up; although, I’ve never been fucked raw though.” About this time our cute waiter brought out our food. He took one look at Josh and said, “honey, bareback is the only way! And I can tell your hot daddy here agrees with me 100%.” His hand glazed down my back, inside my tank top, dipping down to touch my newest tattoo that Max had just finished up a few days ago. He patted my back and walked away. “Ummm ok that was interesting. So daddy is he right?” The little shit was grinning from ear to ear. “First of all don’t ever call me daddy again! I may be old enough but I’m definitely not a daddy. And secondly, we’ll fuck it, yeah he’s right I never use condoms.” “Are you on PrEP?” “Nope,” I smiled and wiggled my eyebrows at him. “There’s a lot of guys who don’t believe in condoms, in fact they don't think any gay man should use them.” “Yea my friends are definitely not in that camp. They think guys that bareback are really stupid and get what they deserve.” “And what do you think?” “I think it feels amazing and honestly don’t really see any problems with it. I’ve just learned to keep my mouth quiet around them.” “Maybe you need new friends,” I said winking at him. “I think you may be right. So you really never use condoms, and you’re not on PrEP?” “I had some very good friends show me how amazing sex could be and not a fucking condom was ever in sight.” “Do you worry about HIV?” “Not any more.” “Not anymore?” He asked with a skeptical look on his face. “Does that mean your, you know, are you...” “It’s okay Josh you can say it.” “Are you HIV positive?” “What would you say if I was?” He was squirming in his seat and seemed to be adjusting his crotch. Hmmm was this conversation making him hard?? “Umm honestly I think it’s kind of hot. The thoughts making me hard. God that’s so fucked up right.” “Nope! Not fucked up at all!” By this time I was getting rather hard. Josh excused himself to go to restroom. I think he needed to digest our conversation. But I noticed his shorts were looking rather snug as well. He was gone quite awhile and I was starting think maybe he’d ditched me when he came wandering back to the table. Instead of heading straight for his seat he walked around so he could pass behind me. “Everything okay? You’re looking a bit like the cat who ate the canary.” “Um, I’m good. I uh just was talking to our waiter while I was in the bathroom and he uh mentioned the tattoo on your back.” “Just talking?” I raised my eyebrows and gave him my serious look. He started blushing and looked sheepishly away from me. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought. He taste good?” I didn’t think it was possible for someone to go even redder. This was really a lot of fun. “So what about my tat?” “Well he mentioned that it kinda looked like it might be a bio hazard sign.” “And did that turn him on?” “Not sure but but he sure as hell shot his load pretty quick.” “Does it turn you on? It’s okay if it does.” I winked at him. “Uncle Scott, I don’t understand what’s happening to me. The thought of you being poz has me rock hard.” “Josh, let me tell you a little story.” I proceeded to tell him about the last two months of my life. His jaw hit the floor and he looked at me with hunger. “Holy fuck that is the hottest shit I have ever heard. Uncle Scott will you poz my tight faggot ass?”

This four-part story follows the conversion of a married straight man into someone actively involved in seeking out sex. Definite non-consent elements--the story's content is not out of line with what other stories here have featured, I believe. The first part is below. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/5341 * * * Bert stumbled a little while walking down the steps which led to the lower level of the parking garage just outside the office building where he worked. He paused for a moment, and shook his head at himself. Darkness was gathering; he should have been home hours ago on this Friday evening. He'd been working too many long hours for the past several days. He could feel the tension from the back of his neck spreading across his shoulder blades. Right then he decided he would not come into work for a few hours tomorrow as he earlier had planned. Instead, he would do nothing except spend time with his family and rest and relax. He had a fleeting thought of sex with his pretty wife and how that would add to his feelings of relaxation. He'd have to assess her mood when he got home. Bert and his wife were both 40 years old, both active and they both kept themselves fit. Bert's handsome dark looks, with just a touch of gray at his temples were complimented by the pretty blue-eyed blond he'd married fifteen years previously. Bert resumed walking down the stairs, but a little more slowly. He reached the concrete floor below and suddenly his attention snapped over to a man sitting in an older, beat up utility van that looked unfamiliar. A glance towards the ramp confirmed Bert's suspicion: the parking gate was broken, again. The automatic barrier arm was fixed all the way up, which allowed any vehicle access to the garage. "Goddamn that fucking property manager!" Bert thought angrily to himself. Bert suddenly realized he was being watched by the occupant of the van, and he felt the hair on the nape of his neck rise. "Shit!" Bert muttered under his breath as he increased his pace towards his own car which was one row back and to the right of where the stranger was parked. He was careful not to look again at the van or the man inside. He reached his car and unlocked the driver's door with the remote. He quickly opened the door and sat down while reaching out to pull the door shut, and looked into the muzzle of a gun pointed at his face. Bert froze while at the same time he felt a flood of adrenalin enter his bloodstream. "Get out." the man spoke quietly yet forcefully enough to let Bert know he meant business. Bert slipped out of the car seat and stood slowly, his eyes never leaving the gun. "Get his cash." the man spoke to another man who had materialized behind Bert's car. The second man walked up to Bert and quickly fetched his wallet from his pants. There was less than twenty dollars in Bert's wallet. The second man grunted with disgust. "Doesn't matter, we can deal with that." the man holding the gun said softly. The second man tossed the wallet into Bert's car and after taking the keys out of Bert's hand, he locked the car. "Come on," the second man took Bert by the arm and began guiding him to the beat up van, "You're going with us." The first man kept the gun pointed at Bert at all times and opened a back door to the van. Bert was pushed up inside and forced to kneel while his hands were tied behind his back, then he was forced to lie down on a pile of dirty blankets while his feet were tied together. Last he was gagged, and blindfolded. Bert was beginning to calm down and think more clearly now. There was no doubt in his mind he was being kidnaped for ransom. The question was, would he survive? His father was a self-made millionaire, a fact that any number of people knew. Bert wasn't so sure his father, a stubborn mule of a man, could be forced to cooperate with kidnappers. The van was started and started moving. Bert tried to listen for familiar street sounds, and tried to count the number of turns the van made, etc., but soon gave up any efforts to track where he was or where he was being taken. After driving for what seemed like an interminable amount of time, the van stopped and Bert heard buttons being pushed on a keypad. A tinny voice on speaker inquired "Yeah?" and the man behind the wheel said "Mark." Bert heard a gate mechanism start up and realized that they were either at a private estate, or perhaps at an exclusive gated community. Soon the van stopped again and Bert heard the clanking of garage doors overhead and realized they were inside the garage of a house. The doors the back of the van were opened. Bert's feet were untied and he was pulled out of the van and guided through a doorway. He was stiff from the uncomfortable ride and received a couple of rough pokes in the ribs with the gun whenever he moved too slowly for his captors. Bert was guided down a flight of carpeted steps into what he assumed would be his prison while his kidnappers made their demands of his father or whoever else they thought could be convinced to pay for his release. He felt a little relief at the thought that at least they hadn't killed him right away. He heard more than one set of footsteps behind him but couldn't tell how many people were on the stairs. The man that guided him down the stairs pushed him through a doorway. "Is he okay?" "Yeah, he's cool. I'll call you." This came from a man with a voice different from the first two men. Bert could hear one man at least, leaving. The gun poked him again. "I'm gonna untie your hands. Take off your jacket and your shirt. Do what we tell you and you won't get hurt, you got it?" Bert nodded as he felt the rope binding his hands being loosened. He slipped off his jacket, his tie and his shirt. "Take off the t-shirt too." He pulled it off over his head. The air in the room was cool, too cool against his skin, and Bert shivered slightly and felt his skin ripple with goose bumps. "Keep your eyes closed." The blindfold was taken off, as was the gag, only to be replaced with some type of leather mask. It had an opening for his nose, and for his lips, but there was a strap that wound underneath his jaw, preventing him from opening his mouth at all. His eyes were completely blocked. Bert could breath easier now but that was all. Next he was led over to what felt like a bed. "Shoes off." Bert slipped out of his dress shoes. "Lie down, face down." Bert climbed on the bed and laid down on the bed as directed. A few moments later, a cuff was snapped around his left wrist, and then cuffed to what felt like a ring in the wall close to his head, slightly above the level of his body. Then his right wrist was similarly cuffed. "I'll go start calling, get him ready." Bert heard the footfalls of someone leaving the room. Bert felt someone's hands at his feet, then his socks were pulled off. He felt his stomach lurch uncomfortably at the casual way he was being handled. Next, a pair of hands slid around his waist and unbuttoned his belt and unfastened his slacks. "Hey...don't..." Bert managed to project in a muffled way through the mask he was wearing. Although he could breath through his mouth, he couldn't actually move his jaw enough to speak normally. His protests and squirming were ignored, and his slacks removed , leaving him clad only in his boxers. He shivered a little. "Are you cold?" a remote masculine voice asked. Bert nodded his head, and few moments later a blanket was settled over him. The man left the room, Bert heard him shut the door as he was leaving. Time seemed to go by slowly and Bert got rather sleepy as the adrenalin that had first surged through his body wore off and the fatigue of the stress he'd been under caught up with him. He even dozed off for a few minutes at a time. Presently, Bert was startled into alertness by voices outside the room. The door opened. The blanket cover Bert was removed, and he shivered slightly with the sudden coolness. "He okay?" "Yeah, fuck yeah, he's perfect." The door shut again. Bert could hear people breathing in the room, but couldn't tell how many were there. From Bert's left, gentle hands came into contact with his back and began a circular massage pattern, closely followed by another set of hands from the right. Immediately Bert tensed up and tasted bile in his throat. "Fags! These guys are perverts!" he thought to himself. Bert had never been remotely sexually interested in other men. The thought of men having sex with other men was had always been repugnant to him. He'd heard scripture read in church many times that condemned "men who lie with men," and he'd always been in agreement with the biblical injunctions against homosexuals. He had always been revolted by the lisping, high-pitched voices and the fey mannerisms and behavior of the few gays he'd come into contact with throughout his life. The more the hands wandered and massaged across his back, the more tense Bert got. Still, ignoring his increasing tension, the hands persisted. They worked lower down his back and began brushing over the curve of his buttocks as they worked their way lower down to his thighs and calves. Then, in spite of himself, Bert started to relax slightly as the massage continued for several minutes. However, his relaxation must have been sensed because as if on cue, both sets of hands began to deeply massage the backs of his thighs, going ever higher and higher until there were fingers delving deeply into the creases between his buttocks and his thighs. One hand even tried to slip down between his legs to reach his genitals, but Bert clenched his legs tightly together. The massage stopped. Bert felt hands hook into the waistband of his boxers and they were pulled off. He felt himself blushing with shame and anger, but he kept silent. "If these assholes think I'm going to cry like a little kid for mercy, they're wrong." he thought to himself. Bert heard water running into a pan of some sort, then heard someone pad over to the bed. A warm washcloth gently sponged across his neck, back and legs, including his feet. The water was dried with a towel by someone else. Then, the washcloth was applied to his buttocks, which Bert allowed without protest, but when the cloth moved towards the inner cleft of his buttocks, Bert resisted by fiercely clamping his legs together. Two pairs of hands suddenly clamped down on his legs and spread them apart. Try as he might, Bert could not move his legs, he grunted and squirmed, but he could not prevent the washcloth from moving in and washing the private areas of his body. His scrotum had contracted almost completely into his body, and his penis likewise had drawn up and the cloth passed over his genitals casually as the creases of his groin were cleansed. Next the cloth was rinsed and then his anus and the surrounding area were bathed and dried. Bert heard a cap of something popping, and then jumped and grunted a protest as a thick finger slid between his buttocks and without hesitation located and then penetrated his anus. He tried to twist away from the violator's finger but was unable. The finger turned one way and then the other, much like a doctor's once had during a prostate exam that Bert had a few years back. The finger retreated for a moment, then was replaced. Bert could tell it was covered with a slippery substance, and the faint odor reaching his nose confirmed it was KY jelly. Again, the finger rotated one way, then the other. The finger was removed again, then a different finger, much thicker, and one that Bert recognized as a thumb was at the opening of his anus, and it slowly began moving inside. It hadn't gone far when Bert began feeling some real discomfort and he involuntarily moaned from the shame of what was happening to him. The thumb continued to press inwards. Then there was a sharp painful cramp that suddenly came out of nowhere and Bert's sudden pained intact of breath caused the thumb to pause for a moment. Then after several seconds, the thumb continued violating him. After several twisting motions, the thumb was removed. Bert gasped a little once or twice and then he listened to the sounds in the room. The air seemed heavy with anticipation. There was the sound of heaving breathing, and a faint slap-slapping sound that he instinctually knew was the sound of a man masturbating. "Give him a hit." a man's voice said. A small bottle with a strange smell was held next to Bert's nose, he tried to twist his head away but his head was held in place by powerful hands. Immediately, the fumes made Bert feel dizzy and weak as his pulse began to roar in his ears. A man's heavy body clambered on the bed and its weight settled on Bert's back. All Bert could do was give a muffled and tortured sob of despair when he felt the man's erect organ probing his buttocks. He tried in vain to twist away, but his legs were held tightly down. The penis found its target. "Uuuuunnoooohhh!" pleaded Bert as he threw his head back and gasped with agony as he was penetrated. A stab of pain sliced through him as the thick glans topping the long shaft was forced inside. Another thrust and an inch or two more of the shaft was inside of him. The initial pain got suddenly much worse as a white hot, truly appalling wreath of pain wrapped all the way around the invading shaft and again Bert threw back his head and this time he gave a sharp strangled cry of pain, without regard for his prior resolutions of enduring what was happening silently. The man paused for a few seconds when Bert cried out. "Oh God, oh God, please!" Bert managed to gasp through the mask as his whole body shuddered with shock. The man attacking him remained still for another moment, then began making small movements, in and out, thrusting his erection ever further inward, eliciting more pained gasps from Bert. "Uh, uh, uh." were the only sounds Bert could manage as the penis thickly invaded his rectum. The pain was so overwhelming, even if the mask had not been in place, he would not have able to compose words to plead with his captors. The rapist continued to thrust gently, in and out, and gradually Bert began to calm down. His anus burned fiercely, but the white hot pain of the initial penetration had faded. "Yeah, you're tight," the man thrusting into him whispered into Bert's ear. "So tight, I love bustin' in tight, straight ass, oh yeah, yeah I do." Gradually, the man lengthened his thrusts, soon his penis was almost being entirely withdrawn on the outward strokes, and Bert gasped in unison with the painfully deep in strokes. "Oh man, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum in your tight ass, oh yeah, here it comes man, take my cum, take it, oh yeah, oh yeeeaaah!" the man grunted as he reached his climax. Bert could feel the man's penis pulse as the rapist ejaculated, his semen spurting several times deep inside of Bert's body. The man rested his body on top of Bert's for a minute, then withdrew, his softening organ making a soft, plopping sound as it slipped out of Bert's body. The man's body was immediately replaced by another's. This man penetrated Bert immediately, causing fresh stabs of pain for Bert as he roughly penetrated Bert's tender and sore anus. However, this man's member was not as wide in girth as the first rapist's, and Bert found that he could endure this rapist without as much pain as the man began rapidly thrusting his way to orgasm. After several minutes of frenetic thrusting, this man too reached orgasm, adding his own semen to that already deposited and then he slid off of Bert's helpless body. There was a pause now. Bert felt his wrists being uncuffed, then his body was flipped over face up. His wrists were fastened again to the wall, much to his disappointment. He had fleeting thoughts of struggling, but he felt strangely passive and lay quietly without struggling. Another man climbed on the bed. He gently spread Bert's legs, which Bert allowed him to do without any resistance. He knew by now that he would simply be overpowered. The third man took Bert's legs and placed one on each of his own shoulders, lifting Bert's lower torso offof the bed with his erect organ slipping and sliding between the cleft of Bert's buttocks which was slick now with semen and lubricant. His erection felt much larger than the two previous rapists and Bert began feeling alarmed as the blunt head wedged into his tightening anus. Bert groaned with despair as another sharp cramp swept over him. "You guys help him relax." the man said softly. Hands came down upon Bert and massaged his chest, and played with his nipples. Then a warm mouth closed over his shrunken penis, and began sucking it gently. The third rapist began to make small thrusting movements. Bert's anus began to burn again with fiery pain as the tender opening was forced to stretch around the thick glans of the large shaft invading it. The mouth that had closed around Bert's penis continued to lick and suck , and the man's tongue also caressed Bert's scrotum, which had completely drawn his testicles up within his body. Bert's penis did not respond to the attention, if anything, it retracted further. The man licked a few more times and then stopped. The hands that had spread over his chest gradually stopped too. The rapist gradually began pushing more and more into Bert's rectum. Bert began to gasp with pain as the member spearing him reached inner regions of his lower bowel not previously invaded by the prior rapists. There was one area in particular that burned deep inside at each thrust. The man seemed to recognize this was especially painful for Bert and he avoided any harsh movements, but still kept on with his ever more and more invasive thrusting movements. Finally Bert cried out again in pain as the man attempted to penetrate him more deeply. The man paused. "Give him another hit of poppers, but not too much, I want him to feel this." the man directed. Bert's body sagged as the warm feeling again rushed to his head, and he became conscious of his heart beating. The pain he had felt started to fade away, and the man cradling his legs thrust deeply three more times and stopped. Bert could feel that the man had fully penetrated him. He could feel the man's coarse pubic hairs brushing against his perineum and tightly retracted scrotum.. "Yeah man, give that ass up to me, you know you can do it. That's right, just relax." "Give him another hit." Bert inhaled again from the small bottle pressed next to his nostrils. The man thrust gently for five or six more thrusts, then he paused for a moment and adjusted his position and then began to nearly withdraw completely and slowly thrust back inside deeply. There was minimal pain now for Bert, and Bert's attention gradually focused on the sensation of the man's shaft moving smoothly in and out of his body, like a wave. "Oh yeah," the man murmured as he continued to move in and out, "You feel so good, so tight, so hot." Unexpectedly, his head swimming, Bert felt a wave of sexual arousal sweep over him as the man who'd penetrated him continued to thrust. Gradually, Bert's own penis relaxed, then filled out and hardened to its full length. He could feel it bobbing up and down and slapping against his abdomen in time with the thrusting of the man above him. The man continued to thrust for a long time, taking his pleasure slowly and without hurrying. A hand slickened with lubricant folded around Bert's erect organ and began stroking it. The pleasurable stimulation caused Bert's anal sphincter muscles to contract and the man using his body suddenly gasped with pleasure at the redoubled tightness of Bert's opening. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, " the man groaned and then slammed one final time into Bert's body. "I'm cuuummming." Bert moaned now, not with pain, but with frustration as the man's softening shaft slid out of him and the man got off the bed. The hand stroking his own penis paused as another man got on the bed and took Bert's legs and spread them widely apart while tilting his pelvis backwards. "You ready for this babe? You look like it." the man said as he prepared to mount Bert's body. This man's erection felt as big, if not even larger than the one just previous to him. Bert sighed cautiously as the penis gently but firmly pushed inside his rectum, and slid deeply into his lower bowel. There was no pain now, just a full sensation. The man's pubic hair felt strange as it ground against Bert's scrotum, which had considerably relaxed by now and was drooping down now with the weight of his full testicles. "Oh man, this is so great. You got such a hot ass babe," the man groaned, "I'm gonna fuck you so good." "You wanna another hit of poppers babe?" Bert nodded yes, and inhaled deeply from the bottle when it was held up to his nose. Bert could hear the man that had mounted him sniff deeply from the bottle too. Blackness approached the edge of Bert's mind and he drifted semi-conscious for about a minute. He gradually gained full awareness again and took in the sensations of what was happening now. The man was using his body to the fullest extent possible. He was making long, deep, and rapid thrusts. His penis would slip out from time to time but he'd quickly guide it back in again without any pain to Bert. Bert could feel his anus gaping open slightly when the man's organ would happen to slip out. He was completely relaxed. Again a lubricated hand closed around Bert's privates, swirling around his testicles in their full pouch, and stroking his penis. Finally, the hand closed around Bert's shaft and Bert began to thrust into the hand, hesitatingly at first, then with greater urgency as the feelings of pleasure began to increase. Soon his hips were rocking in rhythm with the man thrusting into him as Bert rocked upward into the hand grasping him. Inevitably, Bert felt himself approaching orgasm. His anal muscles grew tighter and tighter as the man holding his legs apart drove even more forcefully in and out of his body. "Ah, ah, ah, ah," Bert began to gasp, his hips arching upward as his climax approached. "Yeah babe, I'm gonna cum, yeah, tighten that ass up, yeah!" Bert's orgasm began and he cried out with pleasure/pain as his semen rocketed out of his penis and fountained up across his chest and stomach. The man using his body continued to thrust harshly, crying out with his own pleasure as Bert's body clamped down on his erection with almost painful tightness. Within seconds, he climaxed too and punched one final time into Bert's anal canal and Bert could feel the semen spurting and flowing inside of him. Bert sagged back onto the bed and the man who had just spent himself mercifully slid out of him. Bert was grateful that no more men attempted to mount him. He was gently bathed again, with special attention to wiping up and cleansing his abused and sore anal area, and finally unshackled from the wall. Some of the men helped him dress, holding him like a small child at times. Their hands were gentle and soothing. Soon he was guided out of the room and back up the stairs he'd descended several hours earlier. He was then placed in the van again, and after a long drive, the van pulled up and stopped. The mask was removed from his face, and he was told to step out of the van. He got out and stood on the sidewalk, recognizing the fact that he was outside of the office building where he worked. He stood with unsteady legs gazing up at the building. He didn't turn around as the van drove off. He had a lot to think about.

The second part, "Bert & Jeff", is below. [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/5331 * * * For several days after Bert was abducted and sexually abused by the group of men, he simply went about his everyday routine without allowing himself to think too much about what had happened. His wife had fallen asleep that night and hadn't noticed the very late hour he'd finally come home, so she did not have the occasion to witness his decidedly shocked state. In fact, Bert was in a state of shock throughout the weekend and stayed in bed, feigning illness while he tried to sort out his emotions and tried to decide what to do. He initially thought of reporting the rape to the police, but dismissed the intention in almost the same instant. He reasoned he could never endure the exposure and shame of filing such a report. He felt there was too much evidence that pointed to his own complicity and acquiescence to the rape. The fact that he himself had ejaculated, to his mind, pointed to the fact that the experience was not exclusively rape. He was ashamed of and deeply embarrassed by the fact that he had allowed another man to masturbate him to orgasm while he was unwillingly being sodomized by another man. In the end, he decided it was easier simply to forget the whole thing had ever happened, to put it behind him and just get on with life. His abused anus and the surrounding area was sore for a few days. There were traces of blood on his underwear and toilet tissue at times. He found that soaking in a tub of water helped to ease the discomfort and after awhile he found that he had healed completely and had suffered no lasting physical harm. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Bert never saw the beat up utility van around the office again. Bert gradually recovered peace of mind, though he was somewhat more introverted than he had been previously. His co-workers hardly noticed any difference in his aspect. Nor did Bert's wife take note of any changes. Their sex life continued unchanged. Bert still took great delight in making passionate love to his wife; her light body, full breasts and the curves of her hips combined with her long legs still gave him as much pleasure as ever. However, the one area of sexual activity that began to gradually change for Bert was when he masturbated. Bert had masturbated since he was 14 years of age, and had done so throughout his teenage years and on into his adulthood regardless of whether or not he had a girlfriend he was sexually active with, and even after he'd married, he found his sex drive exceeded the needs and desires of his wife, so he quietly tended to his own needs himself. Lately, as he masturbated, thoughts and memories of the rape would come unbidden to his mind. It started one night, when his wife was out of town on business, and their children were tucked into their beds. It was late, but Bert wasn't sleepy and then his old familiar sexual desires stirred. Out of old habit, he went and took a small hand towel out of the master bathroom, stripped off his sleeping shorts and T-shirt, and stretched his nude body luxuriously out on his bed. As he fondled his stiffening penis, he thought of a blonde saleswoman who'd visited the office earlier in the week with her strikingly blue eyes (contacts, he thought to himself) and he remembered the look she gave him while passing him in the corridor as he glanced at her shapely legs encased in shimmering nylons as she swept by him in a well-tailored power suit. Sexual desire spread over him as he recalled the faint flush of desire that he felt as she walked by, her hips swaying in just the perfect way. Bert's organ was now hard and stiff and he stroked it appreciatively, soaking up the sensation of his hand lightly stroking the rigid shaft and bumping up against the edge of the corona of the glans. He stroked several more times, feeling the tension building in his pelvis, and felt his testicles drawing up closer to his body. He paused for a moment, and felt his testicles descend a little in their scrotal pouch as the tension relaxed. He moved his hand down, and cupped his scrotum. Cautiously, he cupped each testicle by itself and then manipulated and rolled around his sex organs. Suddenly, and though consciously unbidden, the memory entered his mind of the warm mouth that had swirled around his penis and wickedly licked his scrotum while he was being raped. Thoughts of the blonde saleswoman faded. He resumed the stroking of his penis, and now he thought of the hand, the hand of another male, that he had so shamelessly thrust into as another man had held his legs apart and repeatedly slammed his penis inside of his body, taking his perverted pleasures from Bert's unwilling body. There was no shame now, only lust, heated to the boiling point. As Bert continued to stroke, a remote corner of his mind took note of how tightly clenched his anus felt as he got closer and closer to climax. "I wonder how tight my ass felt to that guy fucking me." the fleeting thought crossed his mind and in the same instant, Bert's orgasm wracked his body, hot and intense. Bert's back arched as he ejaculated, his semen spurted upwards, four, five, six bursts, striking him in the face and spattering on the wall behind him, the lesser splashes landing on his stomach and finally finishing with a thick dribble around his fingers which had continued to stimulate the head of his organ. Finally, his desire completely spent, he stopped. "Good God, I'm becoming a fucking faggot!" Bert whispered remonstratingly to himself in the darkness as he began cleaning up. It was rare for him to experience such an intense orgasm while masturbating. Feeling guilty, and fighting the swelling lassitude he felt trying to overcome him, he cleaned his semen from off the wall behind him, then cleaned himself up, donned his sleeping garb and promptly went deeply asleep. That was the first of many masturbation sessions for Bert where thoughts and memories of the rape began to dominate his sexual fantasies. The more he determined not to repeat the fantasies, the more forbidden and enticing they became, to the point that was all he would fantasize about when he masturbated. A year went by after the rape. Bert found himself in a busy part of the year and was working too many hours at the office again. He was careful to not stay too late though, and was ever watchful now when leaving the office later at night. The computer network at the office was down for a few days while it was being upgraded. Bert found the entire upgrade process exasperating because his work was interfered with and then there was the issue of new software to become accustomed to. He was working fairly late one night, the cleaning personnel had come and gone with their irritating vacuum and clanging cleaning equipment, in an attempt to get some budgets printed for a client. Bert was chagrined to find that his computer had suddenly stopped communicating with the system printer, which was located in the copy room across the office. Bert rebooted his machine and attempted to print the reports again, but still received the error message. Thinking perhaps the main printer had gone off-line for some reason, he made his way to copy room to check on it. In the copy room were the two computer techs who had been working on performing the system upgrades. Bert was used to the men working late, so he wasn't surprised to find the two men working. They appeared to be cabling a new daisy panel, and they paused and looked inquiringly at Bert when he entered the copy room. "Oh, hi guys," Bert stammered a little, embarrassed because he didn't know their names nor had he made any prior attempt to learn them. Computer geeks were better left to their mysterious world, in his opinion. "Is there some reason why I can't print off of this printer?" "We're going to have recable the printer, and it's going to be awhile. Can you print off of the printer at your desk?"asked one man, who by his air Bert assumed was in charge. He appeared to be of Italian extraction, broad shoulders, narrow waisted with a squarish jaw, black hair and very dark eyes. "No, I need to print on the wide greenbar," Bert sighed a little, but not wanting to come across as snide, continued "But that's okay, there's plenty of other stuff I can do." The two men returned to their work and Bert went back to his office. A couple of hours later, the man that Bert had earlier spoken to appeared in the doorway of Bert's office as Bert was reviewing a boring physical plant report. "Hi," Bert said when he noticed the man standing in the doorway holding a small bag as if preparing to leave. "Are you guys calling it a night?" "Yeah, Eddie left about half an hour ago."the man replied. "I cabled up that printer and I want to make sure it's working right." he added. "Oh, okay, that's cool. What's your name by the way?" Bert asked with an apologetic tone. "I'm Jeff." "Hi Jeff, I'm Bert." and Bert half stood while he extended his hand. The two men shook hands and Bert reseated himself on his chair. "Well, let me pull that budget up and we'll see if the printer is working all right." Bert opened the file on his computer and waited for it to load. It was a large report and took about two minutes to open. While he was waiting, Jeff walked around and stood behind Bert's chair, and set his bag down on the carpet. Finally, the file opened. Bert tried to schedule the print job but after several moments, another error message appeared on the screen. Jeff fished out a CD from his bag and slid it into the D drive of Bert's machine, and instructed Bert to install some drivers, but seemed to grow impatient as Bert fumbled around, trying to obey his instructions and finally Jeff reached out and grasped at the mouse, covering Bert's hand with his own as he did so. An electric shock seem to almost snap through Bert's body at the touch of Jeff's hand. Blushing clear to the tips of his ears, Bert politely moved his hand aside, and let Jeff finish the installation of the needed drivers, but he was now acutely conscious of the close proximity of Jeff's body, becoming more and more conscious of the man's clean, masculine smell. As he had nothing else to do, he looked covertly at Jeff's hands. There was no wedding band, and the nails appeared to be very carefully manicured. While not excessively long, neither were they short. They were, each one, a white, perfect moonlike crescent tipping each finger. Finished with loading the drivers, Jeff placed his left hand on Bert's shoulder, in a familiar way as if they'd been lifelong friends. The fresh touch sent another flush of warmth surging through Bert's body and Bert found his heart was pounding and he felt as if the temperature in the room had risen by some 20 degrees. Jeff asked Bert to again attempt to print the report. This time the report loaded and printed and they both could hear the faint hum of the printer in the copy room as it began to print. "There," Jeff said with evident satisfaction. "I'm glad we tested that. I'll have to install those driver's for everyone." Bert murmured an agreement of some sort and began to wonder when Jeff was going to remove his hand from his shoulder. To combat his increasing nervousness, Bert began to load another report. Jeff gave his shoulder a slight squeeze as that report also loaded normally to the print queue. The hand lifted from Bert's shoulder and then brushed lightly against his hair and ear. "I like your hair, that style suits you. Where do you get it cut?" Jeff inquired, as his hand then wandered across the back of Bert's head. Jeff's touching his hair in such a way was way over the line of normal, heterosexual behavior and Bert knew it instantly. Hardly knowing what he said or why, Bert gave the name of the salon he usually went to. His heart was pounding and he felt strangely faint. Jeff's hand left Bert's hair, and slid back down to his shoulder. Then he leaned down and whispered throatily into Bert's ear: "Man, I just gotta fuck your sexy ass." Absolutely stunned, and his heart in his throat, Bert sat motionless. "And don't say you don't want it, you've had that hardon for the last 15 minutes." Involuntarily, Bert glanced down and saw the front of his trousers were clearly tented with the straining outline of his erection. How long had he been like that, he wondered, with a tinge of embarrassment. "I'm married--I mean, I don't do this--I mean that...I'm straight, I'm not gay..." Bert stammered out. "I don't care if you're married dude, and no one needs to know about it. This is between you and me. You've turned me on, and I've turned you on, so let's fuck." Bert sat quietly for a few more moments. "Come on, lemme fuck you, you've been fucked before, haven't ya?" Jeff whispered as he caressed the back of Bert's head again. "Where do you want to do it?" Bert said quietly, hardly believing he heard himself say that. What was he doing? "Right here is fine. I got some lube in my bag. Why don't you stand up." Jeff suggested. Slowly Bert stood up, not knowing what Jeff wanted from him. Jeff swiftly closed the blinds in the office, then went over to the door and shut it. There was no lock. "Anyone come up here this late at night?" "No." Bert shook his head. Jeff walked back around the desk and sat in Bert's chair. He took Bert by the hips and turned him so that Bert's crotch was directly in front of him, then he swiftly and easily unbuckled Bert's belt, and unbuttoned his trousers and with one motion, pulled Bert's pants and underwear to the floor. Bert's erection waved and bobbed in front of him. "Oh yeah, you've got a nice dick buddy, I knew you would." Jeff slid Bert's member into his mouth, and sucked it very gently, licking the leaking fluids off the glans and swirling his tongue around. "Oh," Bert gasped with the pleasure and his knees almost buckled. Jeff continued to fellate Bert for a few moments, then, sensing Bert's impending loss of control he stopped and stood up, his own erection straining against the crotch of his slacks as he did so. He undid his own trousers, and slid them down, then kicked off his shoes and removed his pants entirely. Bert gazed with fascinated attention at Jeff's pubic region. His pubic hair was a very dense thicket of black hair. He focused his attention Jeff's penis for several seconds. It was considerably larger than Bert's own, the head was a deep purple read, the shaft much thicker than his own and had a slight downward curve to the left. Jeff's pendulous scrotum was covered with thick, downy looking hairs. "Ya like it?"Jeff asked, as he reseated himself in Bert's chair. His penis jutted up prominately from his groin. Bert blushed and didn't make a reply. "Take your pants off." Bert complied, kicking out of his shoes like Jeff did. "You look hot man, turn around so I can see that ass." Bert turned around, his feelings those of embarrassment and lust mingled together. Jeff reached out and gently stroked the cheeks of Bert's buttocks, murmuring words of appreciation while he did so. "Oh yeah, that is one fine ass dude." He grasped Bert's hips, and guided him backwards. There was a pause now, and Bert heard Jeff snap open a bottle, then felt a lubricated finger sliding between his buttocks. The finger found his anal opening without any difficulty, and then it swirled around the tight ring, causing Bert to gasp and buck with pleasure as the sensitive nerves were stimulated. Finally, the finger gently penetrated his anal sphincter, gently levering in one way, then the other. Another pause, then the re-lubricated finger was reintroduced. After a couple more swirls, Jeff announced that Bert was ready. "My fingernails will scratch you, it's best to just let my dick open you up. I'm gonna do you bareback. Don't worry, I'm safe and I know you are." Bert listened as Jeff applied lubricant to his rampant erection, then Jeff grasped him by the hips and began lowering Bert's body downward. It was a little awkward. All at once, the blunt head of Jeff's erect organ, hard and yet yielding, came directly into contact with Bert's anus. Bert's anal ring was tight and would not relax. "Come on, push, push out like you're taking a dump, and let me in dude, let me feel that tight ass." Jeff whispered. Bert obediently pushed and almost immediately, the thick glans of Jeff's penis parted his tissues and slid partially inside. "Ouch, shit!"Bert gave a shocked gasp and stood up slightly as a very sharp cramp gripped his anal canal. "It's okay man, you're nice and tight, just relax, breath, let it pass."Jeff soothed, stroking Bert's trembling buttocks. Jeff re-lubricated his penis and waited for Bert to make another attempt. The cramp passed, and again Jeff guided Bert downward onto his penis. Bert made a concerted effort to relax and gasped as he was penetrated again by Jeff's organ. There was painful, stretching sensation coupled with a sense of fullness deep in his belly as he sat lower and lower on the penis of the man under him. Finally, he was completely penetrated, and leaned back with a pained sigh against Jeff's body. Jeff had reached up under his shirt and was playing and pinching his nipples. "Yeah, you got it all inside of ya man, how's that feel?" "Feels...strange..." Bert moaned slightly and then groaned a bit louder as another cramp seized him. Jeff's hands slid down to Bert's crotch, and fondled his penis and scrotum. Soon, he had Bert's erection back up to it's full strength, as it had flagged a little. This went on for a some time, and then Jeff began making small, up and down movements with his pelvis. "Think you're ready for a little more action?" Jeff asked. Bert nodded yes. Jeff guided him upwards, then pushed him face down on the floor under him, then crouched between Bert's legs. He carefully lubricated his penis again, then guided it gently into Bert's rectum again. Bert sighed as the penis slid home. Never had he felt so stimulated, the mixture of pain, pleasure, coupled with the frustration of the fact that the penis inside of him was not directly stimulating his own organ was a strange and almost wild feeling. Jeff began to move in and out. "Yeah, I'm fuckin' ya now, ya like that, huh? You like being dicked? Ya like being fucked by that big dick?" Jeff whispered intoBert's ear. "I'm lovin' this, love fucking your tight ass, you're so hot, I knew I had to have you." Bert began to thrust upwards against the penis that pummeling his tender anal and rectal tissues. His own penis ground against the carpet below him, but it wasn't enough to stimulate him to orgasm. Jeff continued to whisper his pleasure into Bert's ear. "You got such a tight ass man, so fine, so wet, so tight, yeah, I love fuckin' it. I'm going to turn you into a cock pussy, yeah I am, you're going to be beggin' for cock from now on. I'm fucking ya man, are you feelin' that cock up inside your hot ass, keep that ass tight, yeah, tighten up, yeah that's so hot." Jeff thrust several more times in silence and then stopped. "Turn over." he instructed. Bert turned over face up. Jeff took his legs, and lifted them and spread at the same time and then slammed his penis back inside of Bert's body with shocking suddenness. "Shit, not so rough!" Bert pleaded, but his cry fell on deaf ears. Jeff was harshly thrusting in and out now, his orgasm was getting close and any consideration he might have felt for his partner was fading into the background as the approaching thunder of his orgasm began taking precedence over anything else. Bert's body rocked back and forth as Jeff slid the length of his long organ in and out of Bert's tight anus. Bert reached down and grasped his own penis and began stroking it. As he did so, his anal muscles began tightening back up and Jeff began to almost scream with pleasure as the anal cavity wrapped around his sex tightened and stroked him with almost unbearable pleasure. Bert clenched his eyes shut against the mounting pain as Jeff began to thrust ever more wildly and concentrated on stroking his own organ. The broad, thick head of Jeff's penis punched with great force against Bert's prostate gland and forced small spurts of pre-ejaculate to dribble out of Bert's penis, which added to the lubrication and pleasure for Bert. Finally, Bert reached the pinnacle and was swept over the top, almost howling with the strength of his orgasm as it flooded his body without restraint. His semen sprayed up between their chests and laced in thick streams across his lower belly. Jeff continued to thrust in and out, with long, almost cruel strokes to the point where he was causing Bert great pain and then finally he gave one last deep thrust. Bert gasped with pain at the final, massive thrust and then he could feel the semen flowing into him as Jeff's penis swelled even greater and throbbed as Jeff ejaculated. Jeff gasped quietly throughout his climax. "Oh my God, dude, that was absolutely awesome." Jeff panted as soon as he could draw breath enough to talk. His member deflated fairly soon, and slid out of Bert's body. It was glistening with lube, and globs of semen. Bert gave it a nervous glance, wondering how such a large organ managed to find its way into his body. The two men cleaned up, and Jeff gave Bert his phone number and asked him to call. Bert went home very late, and deeply troubled by what he had indulged in.

Edgy modern art. Never thought I'd consider doing that to my prostate massager.

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