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5. Taken Home James woke up Thursday morning. He checked his mail, and he was surprised to see an e-mail from Mitchell. It was a link to a digital representation contract. "Think it over. I'll need a decision early next week." He had only a slight bit of guilt over the blowjob. Mitchell's cock had been amazing. His eyes were still sore, after two loads of cum in them. He had gotten some eye drops on the way back from Mitchell's, but they hadn't done much. He looked at them in the mirror; they were bloodshot from the foreign fluids. He put on some work-out clothes and went to a gym he had seen around the corner. He hadn't worked out in a week, and was just vain enough to worry about it. He was mindful of money; this week had been non-stop spending, and he hoped that Mitchell might be able to find at least a small job for him soon. But, a gym was necessary; he wasn't a model, but he wasn't bad looking. The gym was quiet on a Thursday morning, and the lone attendant was more than happy to sign him up for a month's trial membership. James tried not to stare; he was model-handsome, and perfectly worked out. He wondered if the trainer was gay, and wondered if he even had a chance with him. Unfortunately, the paperwork went by quickly, and James had to do the workout. It was a legs and glutes, and he pushed himself hard. He hadn't been fucked much before; Eric thought it was dirty. Guys online told him he had a great ass, and the few time he had done it, it had felt so good. By the time he finished his workout, the trainer was working with a woman. James went home, and spent some time working on his body and hair. He shaved off the stubble from the past few days, then trimmed his pubes and chest hair a bit. He was a hairy boy; the one time he had shaved it all off, he looked like he was only fourteen. Before long, it was evening. He had seen an ad for a club on the street earlier, it had a Thursday special: two for one drinks. He got prepared, and then it was just a short ride away. There was enough of a line to get his interest aroused, and as he walked down to the end, the guys he could see were all hot, from twink boys, all the way through muscle daddies. The line moved quickly, and soon he was inside. The club was dark and loud; the dance floor was packed. He got his drinks, downing one quickly for courage, and taking his time with the second. When he finished, he got on the dance floor. It felt great to lose himself in the music, and feel the men press their bodies against him. Then one of the men pressed himself much more insistently against James's body, and then grabbed his ass. "I've been wondering all day what this felt like," he said. The voice was familiar. James turned around, and it was the trainer from the gym. "I'm Tim," he said. "James." "I remember. And these do feel very good." "Thanks," James said. The two men smiled at each other. Tim was a bit taller than James, with dark brown hair, and several day's stubble on his face. He was in the last of his twenties, confident and sure of himself. He made the first move, leaning in and kissing James. The two men made out for a several seconds, before the music got each of them moving. They danced together for several more songs, getting sweaty in densely packed dance floor. Once more, Tim made the move. "I live around the corner. Wanna go back to my place?" "Sure," James said, giving Tim another kiss. "Great. Come." Tim grabbed James's hand, squeezing it, then threaded his way through the crowd to the exit. Once outside, the night was still warm. The two men walked the block to Tim's place, their sweat still dripping from their skin. Once inside, Tim guided James to the bathroom. "Let's take a shower. Get this sweat off us." He turned on the shower, and stripped down. James also took off his clothes. "Fuck," Tim said. "Sexy little otter." James blushed, he still felt a little self conscious about being naked, and his cock was getting rapidly hard. Tim watched, and laughed. "You're not a little otter at all." He grabbed James, and pulled him into the shower. His body was warm and hard against his. James realized they didn't have to be quiet. They didn't have to keep this a secret. It was very liberating, and he pushed his tongue into Tim's mouth. "Damn, you are hot," Tim said, between kisses. Between them, both men's cocks were lengthening and stiffening. "Thanks. You too." James reached down, and felt Tim's cock. It was already too big to wrap his hand around. "Fuck, that's big." "Don't worry." Tim said. "I'll take my time with you." Tim spun the boy around so that he faced the shower head. He knelt between his legs, and buried his face into James's ass. The boy yelped twice, once in surprise, then a much slower one, a yelp of pleasure. "OH FUUCK," James grunted. He had never felt a tongue on his ass hole before, and it felt amazing. Tim took his time, carefully stretching and relaxing the boy's hole, first with his tongue, followed by a finger and then two, before Tim paused. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said. The two toweled off slowly, constantly getting interrupted by kissing each other. Finally, they made it to the bed, James on his back, legs spread, with Tim and his massive dick kneeling between them. Tim applied lube to James's hole and his cock. Just as he was lining up, James stopped him. "Do you have a condom?" he asked. Tim's expression changed suddenly. It was clear that the question annoyed him, and James regretted asking it. But at the same time, he knew he had to be safe. "No," Tim said. "I don't. I'm on prep, so it's not a big deal." "Prep? What?" Tim started to smile again. "It's safe. It prevents HIV. So I can't get infected. And I can't pass it on to you." James's cock was hard as a rock, and his ass was throbbing. He wanted to get fucked so badly. "You're sure it's safe?" "Absolutely," Tim said. "I take it every day. And I get tested every three months as well." "I guess it's ok," James said. "Just don't cum in me." "Of course," Tim said, planning nothing of the sort. He pushed his cockhead into James's hole. There was no rubber on his cock, and he could feel the warmth and wetness of James's ass. "Ohhhh, fuuuuck," he moaned. "Oh damn! That feels amazing!" James grunted. He had never been fucked raw before, and he knew he would never fuck safe ever again. James could feel every ridge, every vein on Tim's cock. He had never felt this connected with his partner, and he wanted every fat inch of Tim's cock. "Fuck me," he grunted. "Of course," Tim said. He pushed the full length of his dick into James. The boy yelped for a second, but it was quickly replaced with a moan of pleasure. "You feel so good," Tim said. "You too," James replied. The two men kissed deeply, as Tim continued to fuck James's hole. The younger man loved the feeling of the thick cock inside him. Although he was still afraid, it was hard to deny how good the raw cock felt inside him. "It feels so good raw." "Is this your first time barebacking?" "Yeah," James said. "I've not gotten fucked that much, actually." Tim's cock twitched. There was something hot about James's slutty innocence, and he wanted to be part of the effort to defile the boy. Any doubt in his mind about cumming in James's hole disappeared. He knew that it would be easy to get James to come around to his thinking as well. "You feel so good. It's hard not to drip pre-cum." "Yeah? You're dripping?" James was lost in the heat of passion and hadn't thought through the implications. Tim did nothing to help him. "Fuck yeah. Always do when I'm fucking a hot hole like yours." "The prep? It means you can't catch it?" "Right. And I was tested earlier this week." "Um, would you," James started. Tim didn't say anything. He knew what was going to come next, and what would cum after that. "Would you cum inside me?" Tim leaned in and kissed James. "When the time comes, yes. But I want to enjoy this first." The two kissed some more. Then talked more. Then kissed more. But throughout it, Tim's cock slowly fucked James's hole. They were edging closer and closer, until Tim couldn't hold back. "I'm going to cum," he said. "Please," James said. It had been over an hour of fucking, and James was feeling it. His ass was getting tender, but he wanted to feel Tim's load. "Fuck me. Cum in me." "Fuck yeah boy," Tim grunted, slamming his dick deep into James. He held it there, as his cock twitched and spasmed. "FUUCK YEAH," he grunted, as his cock unloaded into James's guts. Another spurt, another visceral grunt. "I'm CUMMING IN YOU," marked the third spurt. Tim was slamming his cock in and out, wiping down the full length of James's asshole with his seed. "Give it to me," James moaned, wrapping his legs around Tim's torso, holding Tim's spermy dick in his ass. "Fill me up." "FUCK YEAH," Tim grunted another time. And then another. Tim's dick slid in and out easily now; the entire chute lubricated with sperm. "Oh fuck, thank you," James said. "That was amazing."

Part 13 As Justin raised my arm up, Mr. Kelly quickly bent down and put his arms around me pulling me into him as tight as he could. I felt immediately like I couldnt breathe and started a coughing fit that I couldnt control and each time I coughed I must have been clenching because Mr Kelly at first only said "Fuck oh fuck your hole is-- oh fuck-- yes-- yes-- fuck" It wasnt until I stopped coughing that I really felt the slam go through me. I started shaking and squirming in Mr. Kelly's arms. "That's right son. Ride it out. I got you. Just go with it. Let it run through your body and take the pleasure of it in." I was breathing hard and heavy like I had just done those 10 sprint sets coach makes us do during practice. I could hear every word he said but there was also a ringing in my ears. But the more I relaxed, the better it felt. The shaking took a while to stop. All the while Mr. Kelly held me and whispered in my ear without ever moving his hard cock inside me. It stayed balls deep as long as that first initial wave hit. The electricity was running all over me, everything tingled, but the tingling and hunger was most intense in my cock and hole and when it all went straight there, I became aware of Mr. Kelly inside me again. Its not that I forgot he was inside me but it hadnt yet connected to the feeling of the slam. When it did, the pleasure hit me almost the way the first slam did. And that's why my first words out of that wave were "Fuck dad I love your raw cock inside me. I need you to breed me dad. Breed your son." Justin and Mr. Miller were somewhere near the bed but not on it. I could hear they were close when they responded to what I said with a "Holy fuck" from Mr. Miller and a "Oh shit" from Justin. Mr. Kelly whispered in my ear first like he didnt want the other guys to hear. "I fucking love you Jake my son. I came in you when you were coughing. You just kept squeezing on my cock. But don't worry. I'm not going to pull out yet. I want to stay inside you. It feels so right to have my cock so deep in my son." I was still shaking but that made me shake in excitement even more. This man was giving me everything I thought could only live in my fantasy. Now it was real. He started rocking his body just enough to have his cock begin to pull and push inside me never doing too much but constantly hitting spots inside me that had my cock as hard as it had ever been. Every sensation was so heightened that his every move had me moaning or just saying things that were totally incoherent. My eyes were rolled to the back of my head and Mr. Kelly's tongue was in my mouth. This felt like as much pleasure as I was ever going to feel. Without stopping his rocking back and forth Mr. Kelly picked me up off the bed and turned us around and then laid back down on the bed with me on top of him. He stayed about halfway inside me the entire time. He pulled his weight up so that we were closer to the headboard. He looked around quickly and said "Justin can you hand me my bag?" I lifted myself up to see if I could manage without his leverage. That motion put more of his cock back inside me and produced another shot of pleasure that went right through my body. I moaned and leaned back further so that the rest was pushed in and instinctively began the riding motion he first taught me. Circles with the hips without pulling myself up. We were both moaning now even as Justin put Mr. Kelly's hand into the bag. I watched him pull out the poppers and then he said "Ready?" and winked. At the same time that I said "For what?" Justin said "Fuck yeah." I thought he was talking to me but Justin knew what he meant so i ignored it and kept riding the thick cock inside me. I heard him unscrew the bottle cap and take a hit. He released it and put the bottle up to my right nostril. He was getting red again. "Take a deep hit son....That's right....remember what we did before? Just hold it in as long as you can. Stop riding your dad for a minute and just focus on holding your breath son." I did as he said but I couldn't hold this hit in long. It was so intense combined with the effects of the slam that were still coursing through me that as it only started to hit me I moaned "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu....." without even realizing it. My body was shaking again in a different way this time like in slow motion and in a way that made me feel like I was somewhere else. I don't know how long that lasted but when I opened my eyes again still riding that wave he put the bottle up to my left nostril. "Son this is so hot. We're going to get you flying now." If I wasnt flying already what was this? I didnt ask, I just inhaled this time harder than before. "Yes son that's the kind of hit that is going to get you to feel amazing. Now hold it son." I tried hard knowing that I didnt want to disappoint him again. He put the bottle aside and pulled me down to him so that I was lying on his chest. He put his hand over my mouth and nose again as we looked into each others eyes. "Son youre doing so good and I can tell already that this hit is getting you so high again oh fuck. Keep holding it and just let that physical sensation carry you to even more pleasure. Put your arms around me son really tight." I did as he asked and now my forehead was down on the pillow. Mr. Kelly pulled his hand away and put his arms around me so tight that I was forced to exhale. He heard me gasp for air. "Thats right son. Feel that go in you." The warmth was coming in waves and this high was getting more and more intense. I couldnt speak. Then I realized he wasnt talking about the warmth going in me. There was a pushing at my hole. A stretching. It was insistent and at first I didnt understand it. It made me whimper. And then I realized. It was another cock. A second cock was pushing into me. It didnt make any sense but then I heard Justins voice. He sounded like he was in a different place too. "So-- tight-- ooooohhhhh" It made me moan louder. I couldnt believe another cock was in me and it was pushing deeper and stretching me out more. And it hurt and felt so good at the same time. My whimpering became moaning and then I could speak again but only one word. "Dad....dad......dad" over and over again. . Mr. Kelly pushed my body up and both worked to arch my back to get them both further in me. "Look at me son. Yes son. Doesnt this feel good?" I still had the one word. "Dad;..dad....dad" He just smiled and nodded. Justin pressed his body against my back and said "How does it feel to have two cocks in you at the same time bro?" I moaned. Justin kept going "Yeah? You like having your dad and older bro fuck you like this? Youre so fucking dirty little bro. My cock is rubbing against dads cock inside you. You know what we call this? Its called incest little bro." That was all it took. That and he began to hit a spot at the same time that Mr. Kelly was hitting another spot inside me. But his voice and his words combined with the sensation of both of their thick cocks inside me made me explode all over Mr. Kellys chest and face. He flinched from the surprise of a rope of my cum splashing across his face and then he had a different more serious look on his face. I could tell he was about to cum in me again. Justin said "Fuck your hole just gets tighter oh fuck. Shit that talk about incest made you cum without even touching your-- fuck I'm gonna-- oh fuck" And then it felt like both were cumming inside me at the same time both pushing themselves as deep as they could go. It felt so good and I felt another rope shoot out of my cock and I screamed shaking uncontrollably like tremors running through me. Justin was making out with my neck. Every touch from both men just heightened every feeling. Mr. Kelly pulled me down to him and kissed me. I felt Justin pull out and my hole wrapped itself back around this dads cock. "That was amazing son. Are you ok?" "Yes dad. I cant believe I had two cocks in me. Youre both so thick." "Get back onto your back son." I didnt want his cock out of me yet but I did as he said and lay down next to him on the bed. As soon as I did Justin crawled between my legs. I noticed he was still hard. We both were. Mr. Miller was at the desk and I heard the click of the torch as he took a hit from the pipe. "That was so hot boys. I came twice watching that." His cum was still fresh dripping down his chest. Justin pulled my legs slightly up and I wrapped them around his waist. "Yeah bro. You are so fucking hot. That was amazing." He grabbed his cock and placed the head at my hole. My hole must have still been open because it just slipped right into me. He laid on top of me and started to kiss me as he pushed himself as deep in me as he could. When he broke the kiss, he said "You feel so good little bro. You like your big bros cock inside you?" His voice and the way he was being so filthy made the night that much hotter. "Yeah bro your cock feels so good. I've wanted this so long." Before he pushed his tongue back in my mouth I could tell my words were making him more worked up too. "Oh fuck little bro." He started to pick up the pace of his fucking and we were animals kissing so hard and his body was pushing deeper in me harder and harder. We went from moaning to screaming into each others mouths. He took a breath and looked into my eyes and didnt say a word. His pace slowed again like he was trying to savor the moment. Like we were the only ones in the room. And then back to animals again. Our moans built to screams again and then a single thrust hard and deep in me and a deep moan into my mouth. With our mouths still locked together I said "Yes bro shoot your big bro cum into me." His body began to shudder. And then I felt it again. That boiling inside me that told me I was about to cum again without touching my cock. I started to moan again and he could tell what was happening. He pulled up. "Oh fuck bro youre gonna cum arent you? Your hole is tightening on my cock again. Oh fuck that feels so good. Youre milking more cum out of me bro." And then I came shooting on my chest and his. My body was bucking over and over again. I couldnt control it and finally after cumming for what felt like forever I was able to breathe again. Mr. Kelly was lying next to us the whole time and he put his mouth to my ear. "Fuck son. Every load you shoot is so big. What is this your 4th load of the night? You just keep shooting rope after rope. It's so hot. I'm so proud of you son." He turned my face toward him and kissed me as Justin laid back down on my chest with his cock still inside me. Hey everyone thanks for the comments. This feels like a possible end point for the story but lmk if you have ideas. I know theres a lot of different ways this could all go so I might pick this up again later. I also started another story in the chaser forum so I might try to focus there for now. Thanks for reading!

Part 22 - The Boy Done Good Tony was unable to take his eyes off Jack. Unsure what it was about the person in front of him, he was just drawn to him in a way he had never felt before. Jack stood there quietly amused by how lost Tony looked "Are we swimming?" he asked. "Yes" Tony replied like an automated system his gaze still fixed on Jack. Tony looked at Jack "Sorry" he said "I didn't mean to stare at you like that" he apologised stripping naked. Jack smirked "Yes you did" he said watching Jack who glanced and smiled then dived in to the pool. Jack took his shorts and underwear off and stood naked at the edge of the pool, fleetingly he wandered if this was such a good idea. For a moment he watched Tony swim then dived in following suit. Jack was interested in his tattoos and the conversation just seemed to flow naturally between them, switching from tattoos to the guys. Jack noticing the biohazard tattoo above Tony's cock knew the significance of it. The two of them ending up in the shallow end of the pool sitting on the steps talking, Jack not afraid to open up to Tony about his life in San Diego that was a complete mess without his brother there. Savio stood at the balcony doors enjoying the breeze wafting over his body and watching Oliver undress sitting on the bed, Oliver smiled 'Come here' he said beckoning Savio over. He smiled and sauntered across the room wagging a finger at him 'Tonight I make love to you' he replied standing in front of Oliver gently pushing him on to his back. Leaning over Oliver he kissed him delicately on the stomach and begun working his way across the chest and neck seeking Oliver's mouth. His body lowered laying on top and holding Oliver's arms above his head. Savio bit gently at Oliver's lips 'I love you Olly' he whispered and closing his mouth over Oliver's in a deep kiss. His body reacting naturally, his hands running down Savio's back and his legs wrapping around Savio's hips and legs caressing them, Savio adjusted his legs pushing Oliver's up higher around his waist. Slowly moving his hips back allowing his cock to glide down towards Oliver's ass and gently pushing until he found the entry point. Oliver moaned sharply into his mouth, his legs tightened around Savio's waist, kissing him relentlessly he pushed in deeper and deeper. Locked together for nearly an hour Savio gently made love to Oliver. In Savio's very unpredictable manner Oliver was kept on his toes never knowing if he was going to be an animal or lover, it is what drove them to be so madly in love with each other. Tonight he was being a lover, his gentle love making continued until he looked down at Oliver and smiled reaching his first orgasm sending shuddering thrusts throughout Oliver's body. His tongue kissing Oliver deeper, his arms quickly wrapping around Oliver's neck holding him tightly to him, his hips bucking wildly for several moments. Savio closed his eyes the sensation in his balls reaching up through his cock pumping his seed in to Oliver's body. Frantically kissing Oliver again his mouthed clamped down on to Oliver's, his hips grinding away then steadily they began the process all over again. After his fourth orgasm he collapsed in to the arms of Oliver, their bodies still attached he shifted his body until he laid on top of Oliver on the bed. Laying there in silence stroking each other, they could hear Jack and Tony laughing outside and it was the last thing they remembered falling sound asleep. "The moaning has stopped" Jack said looking up at the open balcony doors. Tony laughed quite loudly "Do you think they know we could hear them?" he asked. "I doubt it" Jack replied "Olly has always been loud in bed" he said making Tony laugh and raising an eyebrow. Jack realised what he said ad threw his hands "No, no, no" he cried out "nothing like that I mean snoring". Tony was laughing and swam off "I believe you" he joked teasing Jack. Jack dived in and swam after Tony grabbing his legs "Come on swim harder" he said now teasing Tony. Tony felt his body being dragged back to the shallow end glancing at him "What?" Jack asked. "Nothing" Tony replied freeing his legs and laying in the shallow water on his back. Jack laid on his back in silence looking up at the night sky "What are you thinking?" Tony asked. "How different life is being here" Jack replied smiling "I finally feel free". Tony sighed "It certainly is a completely different life here" he quietly said agreeing with Jack. Jack felt so comfortable right now in his presence "Do you fancy me?" he asked before considering what he said. He suddenly sat up thinking he sounded like a complete prat, a straight man saying those words to a gay man. What on earth was he thinking, his head spinning in weird thoughts digging around for an answer himself. He was sure time had stopped whilst he tried to disentangle what he was thinking. Tony looked over at him "I wouldn't kick you out of bed if that is what you mean" he replied. Jack looked down at Tony "I don't know why I said that" he said trying to backtrack quickly. Tony chuckled "To late, it is out there now" he said now sitting up "Why did you ask?". Jack shrugged his shoulders "I have no idea, sometimes I say and do stupid things". "And you Jack, do you fancy me?" Tony asked quite casually laying back down not expecting him to really answer. Jack looked at him in silence for a moment racking his brains "Weirdly yes" he said watching Tony smile. "That's good to know" Tony replied acting like nothing was changing between them. Jack laughed thinking how ridiculous they were being "Isn't this where your suppose to kiss me?". Tony looked over at him "No" he replied waiting to see what Jack's expression would reveal. He could have sworn there was some disappointment etched on his face "Time for bed" Tony said standing up. Jack had gone quiet and stood up walking out of the pool and gathering his clothes up waiting for Tony to do the same. They walked back up the steps to the main terrace and in to the house grabbing a towel to dry off. Jack walked up the stairs with Tony following, their rooms in the same part of the house around the corner from where the others were sleeping. "Thanks for keeping me company" Tony said reaching his door. Jack smiled "It was nice" he said wanting to hit himself for his stupid words. Tony put his arms around Jack and kissed him on the lips "Good night" he said quietly feeling his cock twitching. Jack looked at him "Will you sleep with me?" he asked "I... need the company". Tony opened his door and held it open letting Jack walk in, he closed the door behind him and folded his clothes putting them on the chair then laid on the bed. The evening air was humid and the last thing he wanted was to climb under the sheets, he watched Jack in the semi darkness fold his clothes like Tony had done. Expecting Jack to lay next to him he gasped and moaned as Jack ran his hand up along Tony's chest, his gentle moans stopped and his eyes opened with his mouth full of Jack's tongue. Tony reached around Jack's body and pulled him on top straddling. Jack rubbed his ass along the plentiful shaft of Tony's cock. A simple look between them and Tony spat in his hand rubbing the saliva on his cock he pushed the head into Jack's ass. He left out a painful moan at first and caught his breath, breathing gently and deeply he edged down until Tony was balls deep in his ass. A desperate mad desire for each other took over. Jack rolled his ass back and forth on Tony's cock and adding a few bounces every now and then for good measure. Jack leaned forward to kiss Tony and he took advantage by moving one arm around Jack's neck and the other around his lower back holding him firmly in place. Slowly Tony raise his legs and took over penetrating Jack in slow deep thrusts. His moans coming in hot breaths against Tony's face. Jack's body trying to rise up to reduce the deepness but every time he tried Tony fucked him faster in to submission. Jack knew he could easily take control and stop it if he wanted to, his whole being just wanted to itself to Tony. He lunged forward and kissed Tony harder than he had ever done, his action arousing Tony to breaking point. His hand gripped harder around Jack's lower back, the force of his deep thrusting lifting Jack's body up impaling his deeper. Jack punched the bed and growled like an animal throwing his head from side to side 'fuck yes' he cried out clamping his mouth back on Tony's. His arms held Jack tight, his hips thrusted his balls aching. Tony moaned and held his hips up off the bed, the release of pressure in his body drained rapidly down to his cock and he began pumping his seed in to Jack. Jack pushed his body back further on to the cock, a feeling of electrical pulses shooting through his ass followed a warm feeling deep in his ass. His arms holding Jack in place but in reality he knew that Jack would probably not be able to take another round like that tonight. Instead he let him lay on top panting allowing the adrenaline to dissipate in both their bodies. After some time Tony was finally soft enough to pull out without hurting Jack. Jack rolled on to his back "Oh my god" he said "what the fuck have you done to me dude" he laughed wiping his forehead. "I was going to ask you the same thing" Tony replied turning his head to look at Jack. Jack turned on to his side "Do you mind if we cuddle?" he asked. Without question Tony held his arm out letting Jack cuddle up to him. Tony kissed Jack on the forehead 'Night' he said enjoying the feeling of Jack's body close to his and his hand strewn across his chest gently stroking it, they both laid there quietly listening the sounds of the night slipping in to a heavy sleep. Savio reached over and turned the alarm on his phone off, Oliver leaned over and kissed him jumping out of bed and heading in to the shower. By the time Savio arrived downstairs Oliver was making coffee with a sleepy Luca padding in to the kitchen half dressed and Mark following on behind. Savio took a sip of coffee and bounding out of the kitchen 'I get Jack and Tony up' he called out. Knocking softly on Jack's door he opened it and walked in to find no sight of Jack and the bed not even slept in. Assuming he must already be up and outside he left the room and knocked on Tony's door and waited, again there was silence. Quietly he opened the door and smiled at the sight then closed it again walking downstairs. He got two cups of coffee and went back upstairs without saying a word to anyone else what he had seen. Knocking louder on the door 'Room service' he called out opening the door. Tony was awake and Jack was starting to wake up. Savio put the coffee down next to the bed 'half an hour and we go' he said smiling at Tony and leaving the room. The closing door brought Jack out of his sleep fully 'Oh shit' he said panicking at first. "Morning" Tony said handing him a coffee. Jack looked at Tony gulping his coffee down 'Hell I needed that' he said. Jack stood up "Guess we need to get dressed" he said half smiling looking at Tony's naked body. Tony laughed "Savio said we only have half an hour be we need to leave". Jack knew this would get back to Oliver if Savio had seen them, what the fuck he thought remembering how wild he had been then cuddling up to Tony falling asleep. He also remembered Tony kissing him standing outside the bedroom. Jack picked up his neatly folded clothes and headed for the door whilst Tony watched. Jack suddenly stopped with his hand on the door handle, he turned and walked over to Tony catching him by surprise he kissed him squarely on the lips 'Thank you for last night' he said, smiling and walking out of the bedroom and across the hall to his own room. Savio stood in the kitchen and told the others they would be down shortly, mentioning nothing he carried on like it was just an ordinary day helping Oliver with breakfast. Luca watched them both laughing "Why don't you get some help Olly?" he suggested "you know a housekeeper?". Oliver stopped and looked at him "I don't need help" he replied chuckling. Savio huffed "I ask him to get help, I not do cleaning" he said with airs and graces making them laugh. "Okay" Oliver said throwing his hands up "after the grapes are in we will look in to it". Luca smiled "There are plenty of women or men come to that in the village who would keep house". "Yes but Nico and Johan can survive without one" Oliver replied waving a spoon at them. Savio huffed again "Yes but this house way bigger" he replied looking at Oliver "ask Jack to live here". "Oh god yes, ask him to live here" Mark said overly enthusiastic causing everyone to look at him "what?". Jack and Tony appeared in the kitchen at the same time, Tony asking if he could do anything to help but Oliver smiled and told him to sit down and eat some breakfast. Savio sat there watching them both and wanting to laugh at how they sat there acting out like last night was nothing, he really wanted to know all the details and if anything actually happened. After all when you find two men naked sleeping in each others arms you can only make one conclusion he thought to himself. Oliver had persuaded Luca to travel with him to Pisa and meet Brad and James, Luca had agreed knowing that Oliver might easily get lost on route. Heading up the road for another busy day Tony was playing things down with Jack talking with Mark and Luca. Tiny smiles between them when ever the caught each others eyes, they worked together in the vineyard all morning. Luca's grandmother appeared with drink and sandwiches for Luca and Oliver at 11am and they set off to the airport. His grandfather reminding Luca they would start on Cerbaia after lunch. Savio keeping a careful watch on Tony and Jack, when he was least expecting it he would get hit in the face by a grape courtesy of Mark who still found winding Savio up amusing until he got bombarded by grapes from Savio, Jack and Tony. As usual lunch was noisy and busy, tractors rolling past heading down to Cerbaia ready to start harvesting the grapes. By the time they arrived at Cerbaia Tony had pulled out some sunscreen and Jack offered to help do his back. Tony turned and smiled when he finished and Jack took his t-shirt and turned around 'do mine please' he asked. Mark and Savio both watched Jack's face float off in a dreamy state. "Something happening there you think?" Mark asked Savio who looked at him and chuckled. Savio picked up his basket and pruning scissors "They look good together" he replied kicking Mark's basket. "Alright I can take a hint" Mark said picking his basket up "definitely something going on" he said. "What are you two gossiping about?" Nico asked allocating them a row to work in. Nico looked in the direction of Jack and Tony and chuckled "Oh right" he said pushing them both to get on. By late afternoon Oliver and Luca arrived at Cerbaia with Brad and James. Jack found Brad way to much to handle and went back to work with Tony. The similarities in age was all that Jack could see they had in common. Mark came bounding over and helped them starting a new row of vines telling them that Oliver and Savio were cooking pasta and they were staying over again. Jack discreetly glanced at Tony who nodded and got back to work, he thought that Tony might at least shown something. It bothered him that he even thought that way and why should he really care if Tony was pleased to be staying, he put his head down snipping away quite angrily for some bizarre reason. Tony stood up having filled his basket and walked over to Jack "You swimming with me tonight again?". Jack glanced up "Do you want me to?" he asked trying to gage the situation. Tony picked up his basket "Of course I do Jack" he replied and walked off. Mark leaned over the vine "What is going on here?" he asked pointing his scissors to Tony and then Jack. Jack threw a grape narrowly missing Mark "Mind your own business" he replied smirking. "You want me to come round there and torture it out of you?" Mark asked grinning at him. Jack scoffed and giggled "I can take you down anytime dude" he said throwing another grape that Mark caught. "Best watch your back dude" Mark said mimicking him "Get you when you least expect it". For some reason Jack had a real affection for Mark, he actually liked everything about him. Jack stood up and grabbed Mark's hand pulling him closer to vine and out of nowhere he kissed him on the lips "Bring it on" Jack said letting go of Mark who stumbled back like he was going feint. Mark composed himself and chuckled "Want to see how hard you made my cock?" he asked rubbing it in his shorts. Johan walked up behind Mark and slapped him hard on the ass "Stop flirting or I will fuck you here". Jack fell about laughing "Thanks Johan" he said happily allowing Johan to kiss him on both cheeks. "This one is a handful unless you know how to handle him in bed" Johan said winking at Jack. Jack picked up his full basket and smiling he walked off "I just don't get him" Mark said watching Jack. "He is someone who is lost" Johan said looking at Mark "how did he taste?" he asked laughing. Mark moved his basket and went back to the vine he was working on "He turned me on big time" he replied. Savio made Oliver's favourite pasta dish whilst Oliver watched and prepared salad and bread. Luca got on with Brad and James although he was a little guarded with suspicion since it could have been either one of them who gifted him. Mark found it annoying and spent most of the evening engaging with Jack threatening to wrestle each other and being coerced by Johan and Tony to do it. Brad and James were playing it low key with Tony after Oliver explained about him being extremely protective of Luca and also with Mark. With dinner finished Brad and James sat at the table with Luca, Oliver, Savio and Nico. The others were either sitting on the lower terrace by the pool or swimming. Brad returned to the table having looked down at the noise from below "I miss you in New York" he told Oliver. "You have the means to come out here when you like" Oliver replied holding hands with Savio. Brad smiled "I like your brother Olly" he said "I think him and Tony have the eye for each other". Oliver chuckled "Really?" he asked "I have often wondered about Jack but always to scared of him to ask". James laughed "Olly he is your younger brother how the hell are you scared of him?" he asked. "Look at him" Oliver remarked "he could easily knock my block off" he said with everyone laughing. Johan retuned from the lower terrace wet "What are you laughing about?" he asked sitting down kissing Nico. "If Jack fancies Tony" Brad replied chuckling. Johan smiled "Oh he does, and it's mutual that is easy to spot" he replied. Luca sat up "You think something will happen with them?" he asked looking a little confused. Johan laughed "I would be concerned more about Mark and Jack" he said "Jack kissed him the vineyard today". "No way" Oliver replied smiling looking at Savio who kept a dead pan expression. "Gave Mark an erection" Johan finished saying "I think there is a great friendship growing between them". It was getting late and Brad was beginning to fade through jetlag so Oliver showed them to their room. He showed Nico and Johan their room and with Nico joking that maybe he should open a bed and breakfast with so many rooms and people staying. Luca and Mark walked up the stairs on to the landing and into their room that Oliver has designated as Luca and Mark's room whenever they stayed. Savio was standing on the terrace watching Tony and Jack when Oliver returned. "Hey" Savio said in quiet voice. Oliver looked down "Do you think anything will come of it?" he asked putting his arm around Savio's waist. Savio smiled and nodded "They slept in the same bed last night" he said "please don't say anything". Oliver kissed Savio "That is why you have been a little quiet when talking about them" he said guessing. Savio nodded "What are you doing?" he asked feeling Oliver move. He picked up the half drunk bottle of wine and two glasses and took them down to the lower terrace putting them besides Tony and Jack at the pool the wished them good night and walked back up to Savio taking him to bed. Jack watched Tony pour two glasses of wine handing one to him. His pretence had gone feeling much happiness being here, meeting so many amazing people who had a very real love of each other. Beginning to understand his own feelings he saw that freeing himself would allow him to embrace life and be truly happy. He knew the way Tony looked at him said a hundred words that he could not even express. His mind cast back to the previous night and that simple kiss that caused him to smile. "What are you smiling at?" Tony asked breaking Jack's chain of thought. Jack shrugged his shoulders "Just things" he said quietly afraid to say in case of rejection. Tony smiled at him "What shall we toast to?" he asked holding his glass in the air. "Whatever is most fitting" Jack replied holding his glass up. Tony looked him in the eye pausing for a moment "To us then" he said. Jack's hand shook slightly "To us?" he questioned "as in us?" he seemed unsure saying the words. "Sorry" Tony replied "I didn't mean to imply anything". Jack swallowed hard his mouth going dry before he spoke "No, I like the us thing" he said. They clinked glasses and sipped the wine sitting in silence, Tony taking occasional glances at Jack trying to work out if he was really being open about something happening between them. Jack put his glass down and looked at Tony 'Want to swim?' he asked already taking his t-shirt off and stripping naked before slipping off the edge and into the cooling water. Tony watched Jack smiling 'Are you sure?' he asked taking his shorts off seeing Jack nod. Oliver and Savio watched over the balcony and kissed each other 'Let them work it out' he said to Savio pulling him back inside the bedroom. They swam around and Tony went back to the side of the pool and sipped his wine watching Jack swimming towards him. Jack grabbed his glass and took a swig for courage then faced Tony edging closer. Quickly he kissed Tony on the mouth and pulled back grinning, their eyes fixed on each other drawing them closer until Jack felt his lips parting at the touch of Tony's lips meeting his. It was tender and soft, no abruptness or urgent need. He was sure Tony was testing the water to be absolutely sure, Jack though wanted more and instigated a further kiss slipping the tongue to Tony and instantly feeling his body being wrapped in Tony's arms holding him. They kissed, kissed and kissed, swimming around in the pool joined at the mouth unable to stop kissing each other. The wine had long since gone and they both climbed out of the pool feeling a chill from their wet skin hitting the night air. Walking inside they went up to Jack's room, forgetting their clothes that lay strewn by the pool they collapsed on the bed in each others arms kissing and exploring their bodies. Jack looked at the clock it was already gone 2am and he rolled on to his back cuddling up to Tony, they had one last kiss and snuggled up together. Tony was aware not to rush in to things to heavily with him. Both thinking at best a little holiday sex was on the cards, little did they realise how much their impact on each other was going to change their lives so quickly. Oliver rolled over and woke finding the bed empty, he stretched climbing out walking over to the balcony. Rubbing his eyes Savio called out from below 'Coffee is ready', Oliver looked down and smiled at Savio preparing the table for breakfast. His eyes drawn to the pool smiling at the sight of the clothes and empty wine bottle. Quickly showered and changed he walked out and knocked on Jack's door and waited a second before opening it. Jack was laying half across Tony's body both naked 'Time to get up' he said tapping Jack on the leg. Jack looked up sleepily "What already?" he complained feeling Tony's hand stroking his back. Oliver smiled and drew the curtains back from the open balcony doors "5 minutes" Tony replied. "What time did you two get to bed?" Oliver asked walking back across the room. Jack held up two fingers "2am" he replied climbing off and heading to the shower. Oliver sat on the bed "So?" he asked looking at Tony. Tony chuckled "What?" he said "you want me to ask your permission?" he joked. "Don't play games with me Tony" Oliver replied grabbing his foot and tickling it. Tony giggled struggling to get his foot free "We just kissed" he said managing to compose himself. Oliver stood up and looked at him "He didn't even jump this morning when I found you two in bed". Oliver leaned over and kissed Tony "Be nice to my brother or you have me to answer to" he chuckled. Tony smirked "Does that mean I have to be nice to you as well?" he asked pulling Oliver on the bed. Tony straddled across Oliver and tickled him Jack appeared and laughed "Just below the armpits" he said. Oliver panicked "No" he cried out as Tony went straight to the target. Tony got him and Oliver screamed in laughter trying to hold his arms down to stop Tony but Jack held them up and he had to lay there taking it. The commotion brought Luca and Mark to the room who stood there laughing before Mark grabbed Jack and Luca pulled Tony off Oliver. Jack twisted around and pinned Mark up against the wall with his arms firmly pinned above his head 'Face it your no match for me' Jack said moving his face close like he was going to kiss him then pulling back teasing Mark. Taking a different tact Mark began wriggling his body making erotic sounds 'Oh Jack' he said seductively 'Jack kiss me' he moaned 'Jack' he cooed lovingly all the time watching Jack who was now laughing and struggling to keep Mark pinned against the wall. Jack pushed his body up against Mark 'Fuck it' he said catching Mark by surprised he kissed him then let him go. Mark slipped down the wall on to his bum 'Oh god yes' he said looking a complete mess. Luca walked over and looked down at Mark and tutted then grabbed Jack and walked out chuckling. Oliver wiped his eyes from the tears of laughter and picked the dithering Mark up off the floor with Tony's help. Eventually they arrived a little late to join the rest of the people who were heading down to the vines, Lorenzo jokingly asked how they could all be late when they lived only meters from where they were working. Jack now sticking to Tony like glue except for when Mark appeared and started teasing him. Dead on cue at midday Amelia appeared with several other ladies from the village and set up the long table for lunch. Brad and James in high spirits loving the experience spent some time talking with Tony when their interest wasn't on Luca and Mark. Brad was still keen on Luca and kind of desperate to fuck him again then take Mark as a bonus. James though was fascinated by Nico and Johan. Throughout lunch Jack and Mark sat patiently with Amelia learning more Italian words. Oliver was picking up bits and pieces slowly and even Tony who spoke Spanish fluently could converse quite easily through the language similarities. The weekend was looming and everyone was aiming to have the harvest in by Friday morning and everyone agree to work late today to get ahead. Luca and Mark were more keen to do this since Gio and Sarah would be arriving on Saturday then Mark's parents on Sunday. As Luca was reeling this bit of information Oliver asked Tony to come and stay at Cerbaia, the look Jack gave him made his mind up immediately and he agreed. Walking back to the vines Luca managed to catch Tony on his own which was becoming a rare occurrence. "You okay with staying at Cerbaia, you know my parents will be upset" Luca said walking with him. Tony smiled "I know but I will see them" he replied "anyway it will give Jack and I some time". Luca chuckled "Do you think there is something there?" he asked "I mean really something?". Tony shrugged his shoulders "Maybe, I get butterflies when he is near me" he admitted. Luca pondered for a moment "I think he has always been gay just never had the right motivation". Tony looked at him and chuckled "He struggles with it Luca, but he is slowly unravelling". Luca nodded "And if things work out what will you both do?" he asked wondering if they had even discussed it. "I don't know Luca" Tony replied "a lot will depend if he stays here or goes back to home". Luca smiled and put his arm around Tony "You probably hold the key to his decision Tony". "I love my work Luca you know that" Tony said patting Luca's ass. Luca laughed "I know, I mean how else would you have got to fuck me" he said giggling. They approached Jack who was busy cutting grapes "I brought your man back" Luca said. Jack looked up and smiled at Luca "My man?" he exclaimed "Is he my man?" he said sitting down on the dirt. Luca winked at Jack and Tony picked up his pruning scissors "If you want me to be" he said walking off. Jack stood up "Oi" he called out and Tony turned to look at him "Yes" he said kneeling back down to work. Tony grinned and looked at Luca "I still want you though" Luca said smirking at Tony. Tony smiled feeling elated "You need to ask my man first" he replied "although Brad looks desperate for you". Luca laughed walking off "I have to be in the right mood he is quite brutal and rough". Luca smiled watching Tony walk off with a spring in his step, he glanced back at Jack who was working away with a smile on his face. At 7.30pm Nico walked over and told Jack enough for the day as he was still going strong and humming to himself. Reluctantly he picked up his gear and brought the basket up to the tractor. Lorenzo patted Jack on the shoulder telling him how impressed he was by his hard work. He never received compliments like this and felt acutely embarrassed hearing Lorenzo going on at how good he was to his wife Amelia. She said something back to him Italian that Jack couldn't understand he went over to the table to join the rest of the gang for dinner. Lorenzo went over and spoke to Nico, Jack noticed Savio's head pop up from his conversation with Mark and Brad listening to his grandfather and uncle, then looking at Jack he smiled. Amelia, Luca and Oliver cleared the table after dinner was finished and Nico walked over asking to talk to Jack, he nodded and stood up as Lorenzo appeared and they walked off out of earshot of the table. "Jack my father wants to know if you would be interested in a job here?" Nico asked sitting down. Jack looked shocked at sat down next to Lorenzo "Like a proper job here?" he asked looking at them both. Nico nodded "Well not quite here but up at the main winery, we will tech you everything". "Wow" Jack scratched his head bemused by it all then suddenly thinking of Tony "are you sure?" he asked. Lorenzo nodded "You are hard worker Jack and I think you would like working here" he added. "Tell me Jack what is going on with you and Tony?" Nico asked him directly. Jack blushed "We are sort of getting to know each other" he replied trying to play it down. Nico nodded "There is work here for him" he said "I think a few people would be happy if you stayed". Jack didn't need time to think since these had been his best days for ages "Yes thank you I will". Lorenzo smiled "Good" he said then looking at Nico "this family keeps getting bigger" he laughed. "Family?" Jack said looking confused. Lorenzo stood up "Amelia and I already look on you as extended family Jack" he said and walked off. Nico smiled "Like it or not Jack your stuck with this family" he said chuckling. Jack smiled "I don't mind, anyway if Savio and Oliver marry I suppose that makes me sort of family". Nico patted his shoulder and left Jack sat there looking out across the landscape, realisation dawning on him that his old life was fast fading in the background. His emotions getting the better of him, eyes welling up and spilling down the side of his face. Quickly wiping his eyes noticing Oliver heading in his direction with a cup of coffee. "You okay Jack?" Oliver asked sitting next to him looking concerned "looks like you have been crying". "Yeah" Jack replied looking at him "I'm okay, did you mean what you said about me staying here?". "Of course I did" Oliver said "your my brother we always said growing up we would look out of each other". Jack smiled "They offered me a job here" he said sounding shocked and glancing at Oliver. Oliver smiled and looked at the unused barn "Does that mean I need to renovate the barn for you?" he asked. Jack looked at him "What make it in to a bedroom for me?" he asked. "Well not just a bedroom a proper home for you" Oliver suggested. Jack shook his head "No, it costs money to do that" he said declining Oliver's offer. "Jack you have never asked me for money" Oliver said "At least let me do this for you". Jack smiled "Okay" he agreed "just one other thing I think Tony became my boyfriend today". Oliver laughed "That I am not surprised about, you like him a lot?" he asked. Jack nodded "I don't know why but he makes me feel good" he admitted. "I guessed you might have been bisexual" Oliver said "but I am happy you found him". Jack looked at him "Will Tony go back to England?" he suddenly asked Oliver. "Bro I don't know" Oliver replied "you need to have that conversation with him". Oliver and Jack stood up and walked back to the long table joining everyone else. Johan walked on to the terrace and Oliver went over to him hugging him hard 'Thank you for what you have done with Jack' he said kissing him on the cheek. Johan looked at Jack sitting next to Tony and smiled 'I think everyone is coupled up now'. Tony went back to England to rent his flat out and took up part time counselling with Johan and working with Jack in the winery on his return. The following summer the apricot orchard on the Cerbaia estate was packed full of people attending three marriages. Oliver and Savio went first then Mark and Luca and finally Jack and Tony.

Part 2: After feeling the burning inside of my hole, I turned around to protest what he just did, but before I was able to say anything, I felt his tongue on me. The sensation on top of being high sent shivers up my spine. I was not able to speak, and gasped in total ecstasy. I arched my back and spread my legs got better access. I dug my face into the sofa as I felt sexy, horny, and unable to do anything except for accept his tongue as it probed deep into me. I pulled my face up now feeling my heart beat in my hole, I said, “Please more, I want more.” He responded with, “yeah? You want more?” I begged, “please take me.” I felt him get up on to the sofa, and he handed me some poppers. He said, “you are going to need this.” Confused, I turned around and that is when I saw his monster. His profile on BBRT said large, but I didn’t know what large was until that day. With a mix of fear and lust, I opened the bottle and took three deep sniffs. The poppers made head spin and my hole felt hot. It was empty and it needed to be filled. He said, “you get all of me.” He took out a bottle from under the coffee table, it looked like a black bottle of lube and I saw him put some silicon lube on his hand. After his monster was silky and shiny, I saw him take some crystals and place on the tip of his dick. He told me, “bite down on the sofa cushion.” I bit down on the cushion, and he started to enter me. The head alone caused me to converse in pain, but then he then placed a pillow on my lower back laydown completely on me. In a single movement, he forced his way in. I felt like I was being split in two. I felt my soul leave my body, and nothing but splintering pain. As I tried to scream, he then buried my head into the sofa and said, “just let the crystals work, I wont move, just give it a second.” It felt like 3 hours of nothing but my body breaking in half. I squirmed in revolt, but he kept saying, “let the crystals work,” and started to kiss the back of my neck. I tried to wiggled left and right, but slowly the pain went away. What felt like a dry fist started to feel warm, as started to relax, I found myself now grinding on him. I could hear the smirk in his voice when he said, “told you. Are you ready?” Instead of speaking I arched my back and pressed my ass toward him, making his manhood go deeper into me. He responded by removing the pillow and pulling the sides of my ass to him forcing me to a doggy position. Even with all of this movement, his penis stayed in my hole. Then I felt him lean back pulling his shaft out from my hole. He said, “No blood. Good boy.” I felt a deep emptiness and begged, “please, give it back to me.” Without missing a beat, I felt him plunge into me, but this time instead of pain, I felt warmed and please causing my eyes to roll back into my head. As he started to move his hips, each stroke, each movement, made my knees buckle. I was under his total control. As his tempo started to increase, I begged for more. I continued him to fuck me harder and deeper. Then I felt him wrap his arms around my hips, and what happened next forever changed me. I felt as if I was riding a mechanical pull, the rate and pace of his body turned me into a puddle. This was no longer just fucking, this was him claiming me. After what it seemed to be hours of this, I felts his manhood get harder. He pushed me down so I was completely laying down on my stomach. He started to convulse on me, and his body tightened my body. I heard him say, “take my seed.” I screamed, “give it to me.” I felt the warmth of his body, but now a warmth deep in my hole. At that moment I could only feel his breath on my neck and a heart beat in my hole. I was not able to tell if that was my heart beat, or his radiating from his shaft. As he slid out of me, and said, “you good?” I responded with, “yes.” He said, “thank you, I needed that. Do you want to take a shower?” “That would be great.” As we soaped up our bodies in the shower he asked me, “you still horny?” I responded with a resounding, “yes, I need more.” He said, “good, we are not done yet.” … Part 3 to come.

Part 1 Chris and Tyler both grew up in conservative homes in the midwest. They both knew early on that they were different. At church, homosexuality was condemned and at school the locker room was full of talk about girls. Chris and Tyler both tried to pray their feelings away but they would always go back to their computers at night and search gay porn. After they got off they would feel nothing but guilt. They thought this would be the way their lives would go. Push the urges down and feel guilty about them when they gave in. They always gave in. Both of them ended up going to the same college and had the same idea once they moved on campus. Give in to the urge now that no one knew them. They were both the only people from their town to go to the school so they didnt have to worry about someone finding out. They both downloaded grindr and thats how they met. They were both bundles of nerves when they chatted but they learned that they had so much in common. They talked about meeting but they both admitted to being scared. It was a big school but they still had the fear of someone finding out. Finally though they did decide to meet but in public like wholesome Christian boys. It was awkward. They didnt know what to say to each other now that they didnt have the safety they felt when they were just messaging in an app. But they were both attracted to each other. Chris was taller by a couple inches but both were athletic from being three season athletes in high school. They even had that in common. That meeting ended with a handshake and they headed back to their dorm rooms. They didnt end up talking about much. Just classes and moving from a small town and dorm life. They had never talked about gay sex with anyone. It was hard to just start. Once they got back on the app just an hour later, their conversation got a lot freer. They both told the other that he was hot and they wanted to get naked together. They went for it and Tyler invited Chris to his dorm room. Once Chris got there the nerves were back. They didnt really know what to do. They kissed. For both of them their first. They were just lips and teeth at first but a hunger started to emerge as they realized they were getting what they had wanted for so long but thought they would never get. They started moaning and breathing heavy tongues exploring the others mouth. Clothes started coming off and they moved to the bed. Tyler's cock was 7 inches cut but Chris was 9 cut and thick. Chris was on top of Tyler grinding his big cock on the hot boy under him. Both of them lost control fast and came almost at the same time. There was a pool of cum between them all over their chest and abs. They never broke their kiss once it started to the moment they came. But once they came down from their cum the guilt set in and Chris got his clothes on fast and ran out. They fell into a routine. They would do most of their talking on the app and eventually they would meet up and grind and make out until they came. The guilt was always there to rush them out. But they started getting bolder on the app after a few weeks and a few hot sessions. Chris decided to see if he could push things a little further. Chris: So you ever think you would wanna do more than what we do? T: You mean making out and getting naked? I like that Chris: Yeah it's amazing but would you ever wanna do more? T: Like what? Chris: What kinds of things do you think about? Tyler didnt respond for a while as he tried to decide whether he could tell Chris about a fantasy he had. Chris: u there? T: Yeah. I saw this video where a guy was watching a couple guys hook up. He just jerked off and didn't touch the guys but I thought it was hot Chris: You want someone to watch us? T: Is that too weird? I didn't really think we would do it or anything Chris: Thats hot. We could try it if you want. Who would it be though? I don't know anyone. T: We could find someone on this app. Chris: Oh yeah lol. So you wanna try to find someone to watch us mess around? T: Sure! The search for a guy to watch them play became an obsession for Chris and Tyler. Chris wanted to try more than just rubbing their bodies together until they came and he was hoping this could be a step in that direction. Tyler had been holding this fantasy longer than he told Chris. He would jerk off in his bedroom at home and fantasize about a hot stranger sitting at his desk and watching. The idea of being watched turned him on like nothing else. They decided to start with guys who contacted them first. After chatting them up they would tell the guy that he had a friend who he messed around with regularly and they wanted someone to watch. Some of the guys weren't into it and other guys who liked it as long as they got to join eventually. Chris and Tyler werent ready for that yet. So that left just a few who seemed ok with the parameters that Chris and Tyler set. They settled on Hunter. He was older and seemed really nice and he even said they could play at his place so they could have more privacy. What Chris and Tyler didnt know was that Hunter was always looking for good Christian boys like them who he could change forever. He bought his home near campus so that students didnt have to worry about finding a ride to his place. Most of the kids on campus didnt have cars so a guy who had his own place and was nearby was always the easiest way to yes. He loved breaking virgin boys in and Chris and Tyler were exactly the type he loved. Usually he would have to find one and convince them to bring a friend, so this was almost too easy. Hunter first reached out to Chris. Hunter could tell from the profile pic that this boy was hot. Smooth and athletic and he said he was 18. When they traded face pics Hunter thought he was in love. This was the cutest boy he would have over in a while. Tyler was no different. This was going to be a hot couple to watch. At first. He talked to Chris about what he wanted to do once they got past rubbing each others bodies and making out. Chris revealed to him that he really wanted to fuck Tyler but he wasnt sure because he was so big and Tyler was a virgin. Plus he felt like he was a top and wasnt sure if he could handle taking Tylers smaller but still sizable cock in him. Hunter knew that if he could find a way to get Tyler let Chris fuck him, he would own them for good. He wanted them to see him as a helpful guide to pleasures they never even had heard about. That would be easy with these two once he got them their first fuck. Chris and Tyler were together when they made the decision to meet Hunter. "His pictures look ok." Tyler shrugged. "Yeah but its not like hes gonna mess around with us too so it doesnt really matter that much." "True" Chris said "but I might get turned off a little if hes a troll." "Hes not a troll." "I know. That's what I'm saying. So you wanna do it?" Tyler knew he could make this fantasy a reality. "Yeah. Let's do it." Hunter happened to be on when they messaged him and said they were up for meeting. H: How about now? Hunter had to wait a while for a response. They must be deciding if they wanted to actually go through with it, he thought. C&T: Ok. Send over the address. We'll probably be 20 minutes. H: Thumbs up

Don’t Breed My Boy Chapter I. Last summer on Fire Island was great. My boy and I had lots of hot raw sex with each other and with strangers. My boy and I met up one night with a sexy hung guy on the boardwalk and invited him back to the house to fuck. He wound up breeding my boy just around the corner from the hot tub, while I entertained other guests. The next night, I pounded him on the deck while the neighbors watched and cheered us on. They liked what they saw. Another night, we met a sexy couple at tea. I railed one guy while his partner bred my boy, pounding him into the mattress. Lots of fun sweaty risky sex. But the most naughty fun we had all summer was our last day and night on the Island. I’m a morning person, so after I made breakfast for the house, I climbed back into bed. My boy was moving around almost silently, but backing up against my cock. He’d been fucked and bred by at least three people, none of them me, the night before and felt loose and gaping. I asked him, ‘did you have fun yesterday, boy, sharing your slutty hole with all of the Pines?’ He moaned in agreement as my cock sunk into him. I told him that I’d let him have his own fun yesterday, including taking a known POZ pornstar’s load in the Meat Rack, but today I was in charge of who got to breed him. He loved that idea and pushed back onto my hardening cock with no lube necessary. After a few thrusts, his ass was streaky with white globs. I knew that cum was the spooge from yesterday’s multiple tops that had yet to seep into his guts. I eased out to push them back in. I really get off on other guy’s cum as lube, and I had a filthy idea. ‘Babe, today, you can take all the cock you want. But they have to pull out.’ As I pumped my cock into his used cunt, he looked shocked. ‘They can shoot their loads on your hole, but I get to push them into you.’ He squealed and pushed back onto my dick and milked my load into his chute. I left my boy a cummy mess and without showering pulled on my white speedo before gathering my bag to head to the beach. I set up my umbrella, chair, and towel down at the shore, right at the end just before the Meat Rack. I had been working out and was proud of my trim frame in my most revealing swimsuit. I’ve got a thick six-inch cock that the boys seem to enjoy. It’s not massive, but it gets my boy wet in all the right places, and he’s cool with me sharing it, just as I am cool sharing his holes too. It should also be mentioned that I ooze precum when I’m turned on. I can drip precum with only a slight chub. I got myself settled and dove into some trashy book, armed with a thermos of bloody mary mix and vodka. Every time I looked up, I’d see a sexy guy. More than once I felt myself drooling precum and noticed a translucent spot in the swimsuit fabric the size of a silver dollar right at the tip of my cock. Naturally, I’d trimmed out the lining for maximum visibility. I was staying cool in the shade of my umbrella but needed a piss. I though about taking a wizz in the dunes or in the ocean but was also out of booze. I figured it might be a good idea to check on my slutty boy, knowing he was cum hungry. I went back to the house and took a piss in the master bathroom. My boy wasn’t in bed, but heard familiar moaning and sweaty skin slapping skin and I figured out that he was servicing one of the weekly shares. I peeked through the cracked pocket door of the front bedroom and saw two of our housemates really working my boy over. The blond, Reggie, was on his back with his cock pointing straight up, splitting my boy’s cheeks wide apart. His husband, Alan, was holding my boy’s jaw to his dick and really pounding his throat. Reggie saw me in the door and froze. My boy was impatient and kept raising and lowering his bare hole up and down. Alan grinned and me and gestured for me to come in. I was hard and drooling precum, soaking my speedo. My boy heard the door slide open and paused, full of cock at both ends, eyes wide open. ‘Have your fun, friends, but don’t breed my boy,’ I said. Alan and Reggie nodded and my boy went back to moaning and bouncing. Reggie pulled out and shot streams of seed across my boy’s ass. Alan shot his load all over my boy’s pretty tan face. They held their position and I lapped their cum from boy boy’s face and both sets of cheeks. My boy groaned and we arranged him on his knees, ass up, and I spat and fingered their loads into his greedy ass. I pulled my wet dick out and used it to smear their cum into his eager pussy. My boy gave me a cummy kiss and thanked me for letting them get their seed into him. He now had three fresh loads sloshing around in his guts. I flopped my soaked dick back into my suit without cumming and headed back to the beach. To be continued…

With the current restrictions, I’m totally missing being laid back in the sling at a local venue, legs spread wide in the stirrups, waiting for anyone to come use my waiting ass. I remember one time two guys came in, one slipped a finger into my ass before the other came and flopped his semi-hard but thick cock into my mouth. I quickly started eagerly sucking his cock as the other guy slipped his also sizeable cock into my mouth. They took turns on my mouth and ass before swapping. I could smell and taste the slight musky of my ass as I deep throated his cock as another cock pounded my ass. They swapped several times until one shot his load inside me as I had to most intense orgasm too swiftly followed by the other pulling his cock out of my mouth and dumping a big load on my face. They promptly upped and left leaving me in the sling with a big load leaking out of my hole down my ass and a face covered in cum.

I live in Thailand and stayed rather quite for two months due to the Covid situation. But last weekend I could not wait anymore. During the afternoon I made a young guy come to my place to fuck me and let him cum inside me. Half an hour after he left, another student came. He fucked me with the cum of the other one still in me. He noticed that my hole was very wet, with cum leaking out when he was fucking me, but he did not say anything and also shot his load inside me. I really needed it after so many days of confinement.

4. Agents James wiped the cum off his chest with an old rag, trying to ignore the burning in his eyes. Struggling to focus on the phone's screen, he looked up where Mitchell's office was. It was further than he had thought, and he'd need to get started if he was going to get there in time. He took a shower, and debated about what to wear. Finally, he put on a jeans and a polo shirt. It made him look a little more mature than he was. Jimmy would have been in a t-shirt, but James wore a collared shirt. He got an Uber, and headed across town to Mitchell's office. He made it there with some time; he wandered around the neighborhood. It was mainly low-rise office blocks and strip malls filled with lunch places. It looked like it was becoming more hip, but there were traces of an old seediness; he saw one corner with two adult bookstores. After killing some time, he went to Mitchell's office. He expected the receptionist to answer, but it was Mitchell himself. There was no mistaking the deep Southern accent James had heard on the phone. Mitchell was in his mid-thirties, with dark-blond hair, a thick beard, and brown eyes. He was exactly the kind of man James had imagined from the phone. He was about the same height as James, but twice as big; all of it muscle. He was wearing jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. It went down far enough to expose a thick patch of fur on his chest. James forced himself not to stare at the man, as James offered him a chair in a small living room area. The first part of the meeting went smoothly, the two introduced themselves, and Mitchell carefully went down a list of responsibilities for both of them. James had read much of this on the web, but it put him at ease for Mitchell to repeat it. Besides, it gave him a chance to look over Mitchell at his leisure. "What kind of roles are you willing to play? Would you play a gay man?" Mitchell asked him, snapping him back to the reality. "Well, yeah," James started. "I mean, I am gay." "Would you be open to straight scenes?" "I've kissed a girl on stage." "Nice." Mitchell smiled at him, and James wanted to do everything he could to make him smile like that again. "Would you be interested in soft-core stuff? You know, sexy romance type things?" "Straight?" "No, gay." "I guess. I mean, nudes are fine. But nothing hard-core, you know." Mitchell nodded his head in agreement. "I mean, people don't graduate from porn. They fail to porn." Mitchell started to say something, then paused. "That's old thinking, really. There's a lot more movement between the adult and regular industry these days." "Really?" James's head was swimming a bit; he was entranced by Mitchell, and was finding himself agreeing just to make the older man happy. "Yeah. You just have to own it, and not make a big deal about it." He smiled again. "But there's plenty of work in soft-core. It pays the bills, and gives you experience. You be in to that?" "Yeah, I think I would. What's it involve?" "At most, just a blow job." Mitchell grinned. "And who doesn't like a blow job?" James nodded, thinking about his earlier fantasy of this man sucking him off. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure, I guess," James said. "Earlier, when I called you. Were you jerking off?" James blushed deep red. He realized there was no way to hide the truth now. "Yeah," he said. "I was." "You cum?" "Yeah," he said. "It was a big load too." "I'm sure. What were you thinking about?" James blushed once more. He couldn't tell Mitchell his fantasy. "Just lots of things. Men. Sucking dick." "So, you'd fit right in doing soft-core. Do you like sucking dick?" "It's what I do mostly," James managed to say. "Yeah? When was the last time you sucked a guy's cock?" James didn't know what to do. It was one of the most personal questions, getting to the very heart of James's sexuality. The smile started to fade from Mitchell's face, and James knew he had to do something to keep the handsome older man happy. "Last night," he said. "What happened?" "Went home with a guy, sucked him off." "Nice." He straightened up, like he was about to make an announcement. "This has been good. There's just the last issue of a quick screen test, and then I'll send over some paperwork for you. I can already think of a few productions that could use someone like you." Mitchell stood up, went over to a corner, where a camera was already set up on a tripod. "Ready?" Mitchell asked, as he set up the camera to focus on the couch. "I guess, yeah," James said. "What do you want me to do?" "Just what you've been practicing. Sucking cock." Mitchell turned on the camera, and sat back down on the sofa, his legs spread wide. James didn't try to hide his staring. Even through Mitchell's trousers, he could see the outline of a long, thick cock. "Now? You?" "Well, you need work. And there's no time like the present." James stood up from the chair. He knew this was a slippery slope. But no one else had called him back yet. He wanted at least something he could rely on. Besides, it was hard to deny just how hot Mitchell was. If there wasn't the power dynamic, he would have happily serviced the man. "Is this right?" "It's fine," Mitchell said. He was smiling and rubbing his crotch. It was almost a dirty leer; James knew exactly what was required of him. It was a gut punch: from the feeling of power and competence in the morning, he was back to a helpless cocksucker. "I mean, are you sure? Here?" He looked around, but the office was empty other than the two men. As he closed his mouth, he realized it was also very quiet. "Are you going to be this much trouble on set?" Mitchell asked. "Directors don't like being delayed on set with pointless questions." He undid his belt. "Come on. You said you've gotten some practice in recently Show me how good you are." James was still struggling. He knew nothing good would come of sucking his agent off. But he also knew how hot his agent was. He was also acutely aware that he had only three months of savings. He couldn't afford a false step. "Is this normal?" James asked. "I don't take on first-time clients without one," Mitchell. "But you don't have to do anything." He sighed, then started to put his belt back on. "No," James said, falling down to his knees right in front of Mitchell. "I'll do it." He leaned in and pressed his face into the man's crotch. He inhaled deeply. It was soap and sweat, and a hint of pre-cum. He couldn't help himself, and pulled down Mitchell's trousers and underwear. "That's it boy," Mitchell said, adjusting his position for James to take the head of his cock. "Mmmmmmm," he moaned as James swallowed the head, and worked his way down the shaft. "That's a talented mouth." James forced Mitchell's cock into his mouth. It was thick, firm, and long; it was a perfect man's cock. Despite his initial misgivings, once he had it in his mouth, he couldn't imagine any other existence. He needed to feel Mitchell's cock, and all he could think about was getting the man off, and the creamy reward of orgasm. "That's it, boy," Mitchell moaned. He put his hand on James's head, forcing the boy down his shaft. "It's all right if you gag. I get it a lot." James hated the situation, but knew it was what was still expected of aspiring actors in Hollywood. But he loved the agent's cock, and was determined not to gag. He remembered the times he had gagged on Eric, and how the quarterback had moaned in pleasure at his discomfort. He said it was like a hand-job and a blow-job in one. "Oh yeah," Mitchell said, moaning as the young man worshipped his thick cock. He had already unloaded in another aspiring actor anus that morning, but James was hot and horny. The last traces of James's reluctance had disappeared, and he had thrown himself into the blow job. For the next ten minutes, his world was Mitchell's cock. His throat slowly relaxed, and he was able to take the man's cock more easily. "Yeah," Mitchell grunted. "Open up for me. Let me in your throat." The thick shaft was choking James, but he reminded himself that this was entirely about his future. "Oh fuck, that's good." Mitchell moaned again. He put both hands on James's head, and held the young man's head down on his cock. "Fucking take my load," he grunted, as his cock swelled. Deep in his throat, James felt the thick warmth of Mitchell's spooge draining into his stomach. "TAKE MY LOAD," he grunted, as he continued to unload into James. "TAKE IT," he grunted again. James needed air, and he was struggling to withstand the gagging feeling. Finally, Mitchel released his grip, in time for the fourth spurt to land directly on James's tongue. "Oh hell yeah," Mitchell said. "That was fucking great." He pulled his dick out of James's mouth, and stroked the head to get out a last spurt. As James leaned in to lick it up, Mitchell lifted his hips to force it back into James's mouth. The timing was bad, and instead his dickhead hit James's eye. "Oh fuck," James grunted. "Fuck. I'm sorry. In your eye." Mitchell ran his finger along James's eye. "Red already?" "I hit it jerking off this morning," James said. Mitchell just laughed. "It's all fun and games until someone gets cum in his eyes." "Yeah," James said. He wiped the cum off his face, licking his fingers carefully afterwards. "All fun and games."

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I've been trying again for a couple of weeks, but hope to keep the number of guys I'm physically with fairly limited. I'm versatile, and would ideally like to both fuck and get fucked by a guy if we do get together. Are there any apps you have found good for guys that actually meet and fuck? Any outdoor cruising spots that have guys that are actually willing to fuck? I'm having my usual lack of luck locally, the best so far was exchanging gropes with a guy cruising in the park, but that is not really worth the risk right now. I will be glad when I can stop trying to limit the number of contacts, although the 1st thing I will probably do is travel somewhere where I can increase my odds. After that hopefully Hawks will have reopened for the guys who are willing to actually fuck.

Part 1: Six months ago, my husband went on a business trip to Boston. I was left home alone, and found myself surfing through BBRT. As I start to chat with people around me, someone invited me to have a little fun with him. I got myself in the shower and cleaned myself inside and out. I wanted to fully enjoy a long session. I found myself shaking in excitement. When I got to his place, I called the number he provided me. On the third ring, I heard a deep, "Hello?" I piped up and said, "Hi this is Drew, we chatted on BBRT." He responded with,"Hey, you infront of the building?" "Yep." "I'll be right there, just give me a sec." I waited for what it seemed like 15 minuets. I looked up at the grey sky and realized it was going to rain soon. As I started to get a little worried I got stood up, a guy appeared from the door. He looked like his picture, 35, 6'3, very dark skin, almost like melted chocolate, with a strong build. He welcomed me with a kiss, somewhat surprising me. He said, "Cool, wana come up?" I perked up and said, "Yes, totally." He said, "My first time with a cute little asian guy." I blushed a little, this was the first time someone ever called me a little asian. I stand at 6 feet tall, decent build. I felt my little pucker flinch as he said that. This dark man was about to take me and treat me like a piece of meat. We get to his front door, and he welcomes me in. It was a beautiful apartment, with high windows. He invited me to sit down in his living room, and noticed there was a glass pipe. He sat down and started to light it up, and I saw the white smoke slowly come out of the bulb at the end of the pipe. I used to party more when I was in my early twenties, and now in my early thirties, I haven't partied with anyone. As he inhaled deeply, he looked at me and pointed to his lips. I took a moment there and realized I had two options. Either I could leave and just head home, or I could let him kiss me and breath in the white smoke. I sat on his sofa looking at this black god, and I leaned in. I opened my mouth and sealed out lips together, as he exhaled I inhaled as smoothly as possible. Not to lose a single wisp coming out of his mouth. At the end of his breath he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I reciprocated. We lingered onto each others lips as if were hungry. I exhales the white smoke he fed me as we were kissing. I felt my body tingle from excitement and passion. He then pulled himself off of me and took another hit. Again we shotgunned and made out three time. I was flying at this point, and he told me to lay down as smoke myself up. As I lit the pipe I felt his hands pull my pants off of me. As I drew in the first hit, I felt his strong warm tongue in between my cheeks. On top of being high this made me moan a little holding the hit in my lungs. I spread my legs open to give him better access. He then took his head and told me to take another hit, and this time just enjoy the feeling. As I felt the smoke enter my lungs, I felt him eat out my hole. The tina started to work one me. My hole started to get hungry, and I moaned for more. As he finished eat my hole wet he said,"we are going to have fun tonight, just relax." I moaned, "do whatever you want with me." He said, "do you want all of me?" I moaned, "yes, please" At that moment I felt his finger enter my hole, and it burned. That is when I knew I got booty bumped, and this was going to be a fun night.

I met Kenny in a snowstorm. He lived in the apartment below my girlfriend and she had told me to go home because the storm was bad. As I was brushing my car off and thinking about my blueballs, he came outside in a robe to bang his boots off. He said I shouldn't drive in this and to come inside where it was warm. I thought about it for a minute....and he turned around and went inside. I was cold...it was snowing bad...girlfriend's lights were out. I followed him inside. He handed me a drink, a heavy triple vodka on the rocks with some Tab mixed in, like his. We sat, drank and he told me to get comfortable since he kept the heat at 80. He took off his robe and showed his bulge in his bikini briefs as I stripped down to my boxers. He sat next to me on the couch and told me I had a sexy body. We made out, smoked some weed, drank more and got naked. Kenny was intoxicating. He looked like Danny Terrio from that Dance show on Tv. He put some gay porn on the tv and he sucked me and edged me and played with my ass and balls and nipples...bringing me so close to cumming and it was marvelous. He bent me in half and ate my ass as he jacked my cock....I finally came, like a racehorse..all over my face. Kenny let me down and licked up all the cum and shared it with me while kissing me. And then he 69'd me so that his cock could bounce up and down in my throat. He fucked my mouth and put a pillow under my ass and went back to eating my ass and fingering me. I was in heaven, the sensations were amazing. His cock was so nice and fit perfect in my throat. He went fast and slow, his balls slapped my nose or rested on my nose. I was moaning and he was moaning and finally he pushed all the way in my mouth and erupted down my throat. After the first couple spurts he pulled out and squirted all over my face. Kenny turned around and cleaned my face with his tongue and we shared it in more kisses. I pinched his nipples when he pinched mine, we were kissing and rubbing and moaning....and I got hard again. Kenny felt it, wrapped his hand around it and went down on my cock. He made slobbering noises and moaned that he needed to be fucked. He slid up to me and kissed me as he sat down on my cock. I moaned oh god and he moaned yes , fuck me! He leaned in to kiss me and he told me to pinch his nipples while he rode me. We kissed, I twisted, he bounced and then sat straight up and I felt my dick pop through something inside him and he settled low on my nuts and began to grind. He told me he was a dirty cum hungry faggot. He loved cock and cum and fucking. He pulled off me and got down on his knees. I stepped up behind him and shoved my dick in as far as it would go. YES he cried, fuck my faggot ass baby! I pounded his hole for all I was worth. His hole started gripping me and I felt my next load gathering in my toes as I began to fuck harder and faster and then ARGGGGGGHHHH I started cumming while pounding and couldn't stop. Kenny yelled oh my god yes fuck me and fill me up baby! And then I blacked out and collapsed on his back. My cock came out of him with a gloop sound and I laid back on the couch as he squatted in front of me and caught my load in his hand as it dripped out of his swollen hole. He licked my cock clean and then atell my load from his hand and kissed me. We lay there and nuzzled as he told me how amazing that felt to be fucked by a cock like mine. He kissed me and pinched my nipples and fingered me. His touch and talk of how it felt and how good I was at fucking. He told me I should party with him and his friends soon, they'd all like to meet a sexy guy like me who liked to fuck and suck faggots like them. His talk was intoxicating and then smells of cum had me spinning as he rubbed 3 fingers in and out of me. He started kissing me again as he got on top of me and began rubbing his cock on my hole. He reached behind me and opened a bottle under my nose and said breathe deep. My head spun as he pushed inside and I moaned deep. I writhed and groaned it felt so good. Kenny whispered in my ear as he picked up his pace that I was a hot little faggot now and he was going to make sure I learned how to please big dicks and love cum just like he did. He kissed me, fucked me, stroked me, pinched and bit my nipples and fucked me. I loved every minute of it. He flipped me over and pounded my ass. He spanked my ass and spit on my hole and poured oil on my hole and my ass began to make fart noises when he went deep. The feeling was incredible. Better than sex with girls, so much better. He came with a roar and I felt like I could feel his dick pulsing. He flipped me over and fed me his dirty cock and I cleaned it off as he spooned his cum from my ass onto my tongue. We cuddled up on the couch then and he whispered in my ear as we drifted to sleep....Welcome to my club sexy...

A bit of background on me and my situation, For alittle less than a year now I have been seeing (servicing) a very dom older black man. Ive become completely submissive to him, and he has used me several days a week since we first met. He also has me service some of his buddies on a fairly regular basis. I spend nights at his place sometimes, being used by 5 to 8 other black men throughout the night. Since the lock down about a month ago, he had to stop doing things with multiple men and weekend parties. He said to make up for it that me and him would be spending the lockdown together. I am working from home, on call, but not many hours of the day have to go into my work. He has been staying at my place almost every night for a month, I have not worn clothes in a month, except for a collar. I service him all day, while he kicks back, watches tv or plays video games, I will be sucking and licking him. He has also always been into me drinking his piss, which I have always submitted and done. But I admit, the first week or so of him staying here was rough, I drink ALL his piss now. It was a bit much to get used to. At times I think to myself how fucked up that is, but I cant help it also turning me on. Then theres the thought of how I have swallowed on average at least two of his loads, every single day for a month. Over the last year I have come to realize his submissive I am, and he has certainly driven that home, but being nothing but a sex slave and naked for a month now, its a mind trip. When all this crazy covid stuff is over, he said I should find a job where I can perminately work from home like this, and that if I do, he will take all this even further, and make me more of a sub that I ever could imagine.

So I had been toying with the idea for a few weeks since quarantine started. I’ve been kinda obsessed with the Czech gay fantasy website and the guys there being fucked through the wall. So yesterday I got some ply wood and in my pool shed I set up a temporary wall, cut a hole in the temp wall big enough for me to stick the top half of my body through and set up a bench for me to lay my chest on on the other side of the wall. I set up another bench on the other side of the wall for me to kneel on and put padding around the wall so that when I stuck my top half through you can’t see anything and so I would be comfy. I had a nice little private fuck shed with a stuck-in-a-wall motif going when I was done. i put up an on every site I could think of and listed my address for anyone to stop by from 8pm until the sun started to come up. No chat, no back and forth emails. Just a pic of my ass, a description of the situation, and an address. I then took off my clothes and got in position. Ass up and out and the top half of me completely hidden away on the other side of the wall for total anonymity for me and anyone that wanted to use me. It was pretty comfortable too. for the first hour didn’t really get anything couple of texts asking for pics or telling me what a slut I was being but nothing else around Nine I head the door to my shed slide open and footsteps I tell you I got so hard so fast I heard a belt unbuckle and felt a Lubed finger slid in me followed quickly by a decent sized cock I was taking my first cock as a stuck in a wall whore it was amazing The guy finished up pretty quickly, pulled out and slapped me on the ass but didn’t say anything I thought I was alone but then I felt another cock slide right in there had been someone watching me get fucked for that first cock the second cock was smaller but more aggressive he fucked me for a bit before blowing a load in me when he pulled out there was a third cock that rammed itself in and started fucking me furiously kind hurt but kind felt good I was pretty confused on how that was supposed to feel One that guy was done there was a pause and then followed by another dick this guy started telling me what a whore i was and how there was a bunch of guys milking about in my backyard waiting to fuck me he then grabbed my cock and jacked me off as he fucked me making me cum right when he blew inside me he stayed in me while I convulsed from my own orgasm I don’t know about you but once I blow I am usually done with getting fucked I started to pull out of my hole in the wall when i felt the guy in me shove me back in he slide out of me and then a brand new cock slid in and started to fuck I felt another slap and then i year the verbal guy say not to bother trying to leave because with the crowd I had I would either have to take the cocks one at a time the way I was or i was going to get gang raped by all the guys that were still waiting to use me I realized my mistake then I had let me horny ass make decisions for me and now that I was feeling horny I still had a crowd of guys to take care of I was then fucked by an endless line of guys couldn’t tell you if any were repeats because besides that one guy no one spoke to me I was just fucked and dumped in and then left for the next coco to use I kinda of stopped counting after what I thought was my 40th load when I looked at my phone it wasn’t even 2am yet i was fucked until 5am when finally the guy that had just cum in me tells me he was the last one and thanked me for my service i waited just to be sure and then slide out of my hole the shed smelled like cum and my ads was broken I had a stomach ache from all the cum in me I had also pissed myself at one point from the constant stimulation after having already cum as I was walking back to my house slowly from my pool shed I felt the cum just start in a steady stream down my leg didn’t even have to try and push it out all those guys had flooded me with more than I could actually hold if I had to guess I think I took at least a hundred guys quarantine has guys worked up and needing a hole to unload in and I definitely put myself in a position to be used by everyone needing release felt good to take loads again but wasn’t quite expecting that kind of turn out ass is worn out now and I think I need to give my hole a rest but happy I could serve the community good thing I’m not a girl though cause even taking it up the ass I for sure feel pregnant

Absolutely - my first fetish: Now this is going to date me but I think it comes from when I was at school we were into breakdancing and high-tops were just beginning to come in to the UK from the US. Being a less affluent background, not everyone could afford them, and I remember one of our gang got to go to Florida one summer and came back with a pair. Everyone was in awe. But he was quite generous and let his friends wear them at lunchtime/breaktime to dance in. I found that quite a turn on and started asking lads I secretly liked to borrow or swap their kicks - that worked a lot better after I got some Jordans for my birthday... but to this day the feel of swapping kicks with a guy hot off his feet - still moist and warm is very powerful feeling for me. Add in some aroma of the sweat and it's heaven. Over the years, it goes a lot further and interests have spread to cover socks, boots, getting trampled. Before Covid lockdown we were organising successful monthly parties in London for guys into feet/footwear. Add in BB and it's the perfect scene!

Had something similar come up when I was college. ”how come when a single girl sleeps around, she’s a hoe or a slut. But when a guy sleeps around/fucks multiple girls he’s not?” the guys in the class thought the dude is awesome, the ladies not so much. i said they a slut no matter if it’s a dude or a gal. i guess it comes from the notion of the one who is taking the dick/being fucked/penetrated. It’s stupid. i could care less what people call me. A slut, a hoe. Whatever. My body. If I want to take dick and loads all day long, it’s my own damn body.

wonder when Hawks will reopen- need to crawl into the sling and get fucked, fucked and fucked again.

Glad people are liking the story so far! I'm sorry it's taking a bit, but I do intend to continue the story. Can't wait to see how twisted and perverted I can make these poz cock worshippers!

Sucked my dads cock on a charter trip when I was 13. He used to drive charter buses and went out to Louisiana for a few days, this time I decided to go with him. Upon arriving we got settled in our hotel, my dad told me he was going to take a shower so I waited for him to leave and naturally started playing with my cock and hole. About 10 min later, I felt like a needed to piss so I went inside the same bathroom my dad was taking a shower in and upon entering the bathroom immediately noticed my father stroking his cock. Naturally I became lost in the moment and totally forgot to piss, and instead lowered my jeans and started stroking my cock. About 2 minutes in I hear the door open and see my dad step out, at this point it was too late to react (I tried to anyway) I moved so quickly trying to pull my pants back up that I completely slipped and fell right on the floor. When I looked up I saw my dad standing there. Muscular. Hairy. Wet. Naked and Hard as a rock, his cock staring me right in the face. He Looked at me and asked “you okay?” It was at that point I grabbed his cock while keeping eye contact and began to stroke him while slowly opening my mouth wide for him and pulling myself in towards him. He knew what was about to happen. He put his hand on the back on my head and slowly pushed my head down on his throbbing cock. I sucked him like he was a god damn god and swallowed every drop that he fed me. I still do it every Tuesday when I go see him 😉

That was soooooo good, thank you. I look forward to your next opus @losolent

Based on personal experience, a lot of it maybe to do with easy availability: I live out the Chiltern countryside, west of London - not many guys around here, but we're only 28 minutes from central London by train. Guys won't travel out of town to visit even though we have tons of space and they can stay overnight. Why? Probably because guys in London can find what they need on their doorstep pretty much. Although, I find a bit odd as with population density in London being what it is many people live in shared spaces and the first question is usually 'can you accom?'. Yes I can, but they have to travel and they won't. That's backed by the my observation that other guys in neighbouring towns and villages don't mind a 10-15 mile trip - and we're all regulars in London for fun. I'm often in London for work (pre lockdown) and run against the 'can you accom?' issue which is why I tend to stick to places like central station, vault, etc. You might be finding a similar thing is happening with Nottingham and Lincoln. For me travelling is about risk - if I think someone might flake then I'll be less inclined to travel. If it's someone I know or have met before then I'd be more inclined. Also I always try and have a plan 'B' if I'm travelling a decent distance - perhaps a nearby sauna or something that ties with another of my hobbies and interests. What I never do is say I'll be somewhere and not show up. For me once the commitment is made there's no backing out. I've travelled London to Hull for a session before which was three hours there and three back with traffic... I have plans in the making to visit another BZ guy in Manchester and another in Blackpool when the Covid thing quietens down a bit more - both are long trips. I am in the early stages of planning a visit to Frankfurt to meet someone - but that will likely be combined with other reasons to visit Frankfurt, as that's a fair cost and time commitment. Andy

The word slut has its origins around 1400, in various related German, Swedish and Old English terms referring to men and women as unkempt or untidy. This condition came to be associated with questionable character, and sexual promiscuity. Today, the level of activity that constitutes promiscuity is debatable, so unlike in the 1950s when a girl might be slut-shamed for going steady with three boys one right after the other, a person now has to be carnal in a pretty juicy way to earn a slut badge. Whore, on the other hand, has largely always indicated a person engaged in illicit sexual activity - fornication, adultery, or prostitution. Indeed, whore was used specifically to refer to male prostitutes from around 1630. While Tops who engage in practices not discussed here that begin with ‘e’ might qualify for this term also, I don’t find them referred to as such with anything like the regularity of submissive cumdumps like me, for whom the gay world has developed a rich and colorful lexicon of terms that variously mean “unmasculine guy with no dignity or self-respect who lets real Men use him like a woman’s pussy/breeding animal/toilet, eats their jizz and his own too, thanks them for it and begs for more”. Which is all strictly true, but somehow doesn’t capture their sense of combined incredulity, amusement, and contempt. Slut is more a word one applies to a person - one tends to acknowledge the personhood of a Top, so the term may be applied to him. Whore tends to be in sense more object-based. Because it’s easy to look at a cumdump as a thing, or object, whore is a natural fit. Applying whore to a Top, however, implies a very specific kind of accusation. So much for the lexical analysis - Can Tops be sluts? Sure. The thing is, though, Top promiscuity is a badge of honor denoting virility, endurance, strength, dominance, masculinity, and all the other Man Stuff That Makes Men Men. Bottom slutting is not that. Though high load counts may bring pride of place among bottoms, that does not necessarily translate into admiration across the community.

Just half an intro to the next episode today, sorry guys: I felt him swallowing my gift, clearly enjoying the taste, before I rolled off him. That was his cue to rush for the bathroom, in desperate need to empty his overfull bladder while I relaxed, my own piss needs already met. When he came back in the room he looked even more frail than before, the rough play and lack of meds taking their toll. "You're looking good Jake" I told him, "My cum is giving you all the protein you need and I'm thinking that from now on, if you stick to that and my filtered piss instead of that unhealthy shit you normally eat then we can get you fit and strong in no time". He nodded his agreement. "Nice on", I thought to myself, "keep him nice and slim and no need to douche so I can get into his cunt naturally". We both hit the shower where I had him wash down my body with his soft little hands, using his tongue for my ripe pits, arse and, finally, feet as he lay on the shower floor. I chose a cute pair of white briefs, his little butt, the perkiest part of him, filling the rear nicely. For myself, I pulled on another pair of his briefs. He wore a kids large size which meant the waist was pretty tight in me, the leg holes stretched dangerously (stitching popping if I flexed) and my bulge was frankly obscene, my PA particularly obvious. I loved the look.

It's a great fantasy but that is all. I had a horse cocked fuck bud in Chattanooga who had done several years in jail in Georgia on felony charges (drug possession related) and he told me what jail life was like. Yes a guy like me would get fucked and pretty often, but there were politics in play as even the jails are territorial gang style structures and you'd be having sex with the guys who served as your protectors. You would not be able to have sex with any of the opposition and their forcing you to do so (and with a built guy like me they would sure try) would lead to reprisals against them by your protectors. If you had sex with the opposition and you weren't struggling against it the entire time, it would be viewed as consent by your protectors and they would cease protecting you.

O more please I want to be that student How lucky he is

It's never OK. Consent rules!

So HOT this Story... I like it ...

Part 7 "Sure you can see it" I told the kid, mentally willing my cock to remain semi - soft "but first, sniff this". I offered him my strongest poppers, shoving his nose into the jar and closing one nostril. "Sniff, deep, it won't hurt you but it will feel good". he did as commanded and we repeated it three or four times before I stood up in front of him, Jake still on his knees. I lifted the leg hole of my trunks slightly allowing my heavy uncut bell end to, weighed down further by the 6g PA. He literally gasped, moving closer to it in the process. "Unwrap it, Jakey", I instructed and he wrestled my trunks down over my thighs to reveal his prize. Without instruction, his tongue darted out to taste me and I was definitely beginning to lose my battle with the swelling blood vessels in my fuck weapon. "Open wide", I instructed and lowered my cock head and several inches of shaft into his soft mouth before sitting down on the sofa to enjoy the show, my hand on the back of his head. At this stage, he still had room to manoeuvre is tongue, which felt great, and to breathe. I knew he'd be getting a nice load of my potent pre which seemed to be to his liking judging by his groans. This seemed like a good time to pull him onto me a little deeper, which I did, dangling my cock head and PA down his throat and getting at least half of me into him. He gagged a couple of times, but not as much as most first timers (if that's what he was), obviously turned on and relaxed a little by the poppers. I now allowed myself to swell in him, experiencing the gorgeous sensation of a throat fighting to compress my cock and losing badly. I'm pretty thick all over but I've got a very pronounced cock head with a big narrowing off before the rest of my shaft begins, so I released the pressure on his head allowing him the impression of freedom but knowing full well that I was lodged in him, like a dog trapped in his bitch. Without a fair bit of pain, there was only really one direction my cock was going for now and I sat back on the sofa, leading Jake with me as he realised his predicament. Once comfy, I lifted my feet in the air and used my calf muscles to guide him further onto me, eventually feeling him ground out in my sweaty balls, fully impaled. He head was now ideally placed between my thighs so that when I sat up a little, I was able to use them to slowly rock him back on forward on my cock. You don't get a lot of movement like this but it suits me fine and looking down to see that dirty blond hair with my tree trunks wrapped around it was a major turn on. He was getting a little air on the out-stroke so I was able to rock him like this for five or ten minutes or so, in which time his little struggles and whimpers stopped and turned to groans. I could have kept it up all night to be honest but it felt like the right time to inject this little runt with a big hit of protein and my superior DNA, so I placed my hands back on his head and picked up the pace, watching him struggle for air as I did so. Looking down at him again I realised just how weak he was and, now, I wasn't feeling the need to protect but the need to predate. I clenched my thighs round him again then rolled us over so that the back of his head was on the sofa and I was able to truly fuck his throat, driving myself in and out of him. His hands were flailing on my arse in panic as I enjoyed him, my PA dragging up and down, outlined in him and clear to see for anyone who wanted to look. It was intense and, luckily for Jake, couldn't last long. In under a minute I felt my nut build and then a little pain as I struggled to flex my seed down my cock, which was heavily constrained in this fuck sleeve, and out into his empty stomach. I was growling loudly as Jake grew still under me, his soft little nose pressed into my bio haz tat, no air getting through to him at all. In seconds, my conscience returned a little and I dragged my cock out of him, his throat snagging on it's almost fully hard girth. He fell back, breathing but dazed as I sat down heavily next to him, sated for the moment.

Part 2 – Pipe Dreams Hey... so it has definitely been a while and I’m sorry about that. After posting I swear I originally intended to write more. Then work got crazy. Then it quieted down and I went, “Oh man what if it’s been too long? Wouldn’t it be weird randomly adding more to this after like three months?” So I had like a quarter of this part done but then I stopped in an awkward, self-conscious spinout. But then I got put on leave because of, well, you know what’s going on right now. Which... brings us here! Anyway, I hope at least even just one person enjoys this. I’m actually really nervous about posting this because I think this is where my writing and how I want to write this formally deviates from the typical structure of story here (see warning section below) and I know straight up that it won’t be kosher for a lot of people. So I’m definitely pre-shook but fuck it. If it sucks and everyone hates it so be it LOL. Okay—I promise I’m done. Enjoy! Maybe! And thank you to anyone who deigns to leave constructive feedback, thank you! --- Writer’s warning: Feelings. Icky, disgusting feelings. If those are radioactive to you, or you’re just not about them when looking for a porn story, do not advance—there are plenty of great alternatives here that aren’t... this. --- Still caught in the afterglow, breathing hard and heavy, my skin buzzed and tingled as I rested below him. Staring up into his stare, his mouth slightly parted, eyes dark and narrowed, it was hard to tell exactly where his mind was. Electing to take a risk, I leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his fuzzy cheek. Sinking back into the mattress, I watched for any shifts in his expression. And while most of his expression remained unchanged, his mouth had curved ever so slightly. Lifting one of his big hands to my face, he brought the backside of his ring and middle fingers against my smooth cheek, brushing gently. “So cute,” he murmured. Meanwhile, still squeezed inside my hole, his cock had slowly begun to soften. And while still fairly snug, the combined grease of the lube and loads mixed inside me were starting to loosen its fit. And as my walls attempted to squeeze back into place I could feel him sliding out, just a few inches but enough for him to take notice. In response, his hips shifted, pushing his half-hard cock back into my battered prostate. Gasping as he gently churned the mixed loads, my mouth fell open. “You like?” he teased. Nodding happily as he continued to grind, I reached down, fiddling with my own cock with one hand as my other reached for my nipples to gently stroke the tips. “Good,” he growled, grating harder, all but mashing his pubes into my tender ring. “Definitely gonna do that again, but right now I want a puff. Join me?” Smiling faintly, I nodded again. “I’d like that.” Giving my ass one last hard slog for good measure, Chris pulled away. Exiting with an unceremonious ‘plop’, his half-hard cock flopped about, slapping my wet pucker with its heavy head. Wincing at the loss as it hit me, the compulsion to fill that wet, wanting space with something—anything—spread down my spine and settled in my guts as my ring flexed and relaxed, breathing open and shut in protest. Meanwhile, Chris had sat up, pulling me closer with one arm while his other reached for the pipe at the bedside table. But halfway up his body, head pillowed by his round tummy, my gaze was drawn elsewhere—pulled to his dick, which rested against his leg, where a viscous puddle was beginning to form on his inner thigh. Magnetized, I slid down the mattress. Face to face with his glossy cock, I licked my lips in anticipation, heart pounding as I scooted closer and inhaled the musky smell of cum, our mixed sweat, the faint smell of my ass, and lube mixing together into a perfect makeshift cologne. Smeared around his head and shaft, the ropes of cum had been squished and spread, coating him in a thick glaze. Needing a taste, I leaned forward as I heard the butane torch click to life, and wrapped my mouth around his head. While he smoked, I sucked, curling my tongue around every contour as I lapped hungrily at the pungent mix encasing him. Digging into the slit, cleaning away the mess we’d made, I slid down to the base so I could delve into every nook and cranny, feeling him harden as the torch fizzed in the background— Then I heard another click, followed by a soft thump on the bed. Digging under my armpit, one of his hands yanked me away from my task. Caught off guard, I sat stunned and mouth half-opened, wondering if I’d done something wrong, but then he crushed his fuzzy face against mine, exhaling a huge mouthful of smoke as he locked our mouths together. Cheeks expanding, I inhaled sharply, held in place by the hand on the back of my head. Shutting my eyes, I held the puff for a few seconds before giving it back to him, which he’d hold before shot-gunning it back to me. I couldn’t tell you how many times we passed it back and forth. What I do recall is getting dizzy—my head spinning as the tina hit and made my skin crawl. And when he finally pulled away my lungs gasped and coughed, gulping air greedily. “Good boy,” he murmured, settling in closer, holding the pipe just outside my mouth. “Now your turn,” he instructed. Obediently, I wrapped my lips around the tip as my fingers pinched the shaft. Then the torched clicked. Rolling the bowl slowly, the clouds began to billow, swirling into little wisps as they gathered into thick puffs. To test, I blew ever so gently, and when the wispy stands rose from the little vent I knew it was time to inhale. Beginning slowly, I could feel my chest rising and keep going. Within a few moments I knew I had already filled my lungs and could feel myself straining to hold in more but Chris kept the lighter burning. Glancing up at him, I began to pull away but he shook his head, his arm keeping me firmly in place. “Keep going,” he urged. “Want my boy spun.” Not wanting to displease him, I fought and strained, eyes all but rolling back into my head as I held on— When he finally pulled the pipe away, I sputtered, shrouding us in billowing smoke as he set the pipe aside. Head swimming, I felt dizzy—but good dizzy. Like my mind was floating. Planting his hand on my shoulder, Chris gave me a curious look. “Everything okay?” Thoughts were difficult—had to piece them together a bit before I could get the words out. “Yeah. It’s just—it’s just a lot,” I stuttered, smiling at him. Smiling back, he shook his head slightly, before pulling me back up the bed. “Come here,” he instructed, all but dragging me on top of him. Resting my head on his shoulder, hands on his chest, I began to relax, following the motion of his fingers as they stroked my back. “Thanks,” I said softly. Remaining silent, Chris simply planted a kiss on the top of my head, grazing his calloused digits along the soft space of my back as we settled in together. Descending upon us lightly, silence fell, enveloping us in the lull of the interim. But I was high as a kite—and as the moments passed peacefully, anxiety crept in, urging me to find new, exciting ways to insert my foot into my mouth. “I’m sorry—” I stammered, lifting my head off his chest, compelled to explain the downtime. “I just don’t normally do this much and I’m really liking this but it’s a lot and—” Chuckling heartily, he silenced me by pulling my head back down. Taking a moment to nuzzle my damp hair, we simply laid there, and I found myself following the rhythm of his breathing as we settled back in. Then his baritone voice rumbled gently. “I said I wanted you spun. You’re spun. I see no problem here. We’re just taking a short detour.” And maybe it really was that simple. Fears assuaged, I settled back in, shutting my eyes. “Really?” “Of course. Hell, if I was up to me you’d be further but that’s clearly not a good idea right now.” “Oh,” I returned blithely. Pulling me further up so we were face to face, he fixed his dark blue eyes on my brown ones. Narrowing intensely into a dark stare, he licked his lips. “You know, you said some pretty filthy things back there,” he murmured. “I suppose I did,” I responded softly. “Who was that and how do I get him to play?” he probed bemusedly, reaching further as his hand wandered back to the crack of my ass. My breathing hitched. “You just have to ask.” “Hmm...” he hummed, tracing the perimeter in little circles. “I’d like that. And aside from getting his little boy-hole plowed, what else does he like getting into?” “Whatever you like,” I returned obediently, spreading my legs to assist his curious digits. Frowning bemusedly for a moment, Chris leaned forward and bit my ear gently, drawing a yelp. “That wasn’t the question,” he corrected. “I asked what you like. Not what I like.” Nodding, I sighed lightly as his mouth pulled away. “I see the distinction.” Crack! I winced at the stinging impact as his hand retracted from my ass cheek. “That’s not an answer, Daniel,” he observed, returning to his original route as his paw found my hole once more. Gasping, my hands dug harder into his pectorals, reacting to the two rough fingers sliding up along the tender tissues. Well, if that wasn’t a callout. And maybe it was the drugs. Or perhaps the digits burrowing into the mixed mess of semen, relieving the emptiness I’d been feeling. Maybe it was simply the fact that I wasn’t used to being asked that and it was new territory for me. “I have trouble trusting people,” I admitted quietly. “I don’t usually get into that.” “So you let them get into you?” he teased, his expression darkening as he curled his intrusion to briefly brush a nail against my prostate. Yelping as my body all but jerked, his other arm fastened itself around my back, securing me into place as he settled back into the stretching and scissoring motions. “I guess...” I explained, struggling with the words as my head juggled the buzz, what his hand was doing, the earthy smell of his breath, and cogent thoughts. “If I just let them do whatever... it’s fine. Makes sure they have a good time. Maybe they even ask me to come back—it’s just easier that way, isn’t it?” Pausing his ministrations, silence descended once more save for a sharp inhale through his nostrils. I could practically see the gears turning in his brain as the puzzle pieces coalesced. “Is that what happened with—what was name again? From earlier.” Swallowing the lump in my throat, my shoulders began to tense reflexively. “Sam,” I supplied meekly. “His name is Sam.” “Right, him. Is that what happened.” Sighing sadly, I didn’t trust my words and nodded. “I see. And do you actually like that?” he asked, voice low and mild, like his words were wrapped in honey. No, my mind shouted, but my outside words formed differently. “I—I don’t know,” I began shakily. “Maybe? Sometimes, I guess?” But my head was already off the rails, spinning out as panic jerked awake. Elbowing the other emotions away from the dashboard, he slammed the alarm, screeching his siren as the distress signal blared through my brain. “Forget it,” I backpedaled. “I shouldn’t have said anything. It was stupid—I’m stupid—” “Daniel,” he said softly, silencing me with a squeeze. “Yes Chris?” I whispered. “Shut up,” he ordered. “And relax for two seconds.” Inhaling quickly, I held my breath and complied. “I’m liking this. And I want you to want to come back,” he intoned sternly. “But I can only do that if you have a good time too. Now tell me: what do you want?” “I like...” I began slowly, struggling to wrap my head around this, unsure with how to frame the phrasing to make it likable. “I’m sorry—I just need to know. If I say something wrong or that you don’t like—will I get in trouble?” Chuckling, Chris leaned in and licked my ear. “I don’t know, Daniel,” he murmured slyly. “Doesn’t that depend on what it is?” “I guess—I guess that’s reasonable,” I stuttered, trailing off as the thoughts dissolved and took the ground with it. Who was I to argue? It was, after all, a very fair position. Squirming reflexively, my back began to rise, only to meet resistance against the much more powerful arm clasping me against his chest. Sensing my discomfort, Chris held on tighter. “Wait—stop,” he entreated, extracting his fingers from my hole to grip my ass, effectively blocking the only other direction I could have gone. “I was kidding,” he explained, backpedaling as his fingers dug into the soft skin. “I just wanted to—never mind. Please, just relax.” The ‘please’ did it. That and the realization I had no real way out of this if he didn’t want me to. Shocked back to the now, I bottled the feeling and surrendered to his paws locking me in place. “I won’t get in trouble?” I said quietly and held my breath. Chris shook his head. “You won’t get in trouble. Promise.” Exhaling into his chest, I forced out the words. “I want you to own me.” Groaning, he reached for one of my hands and brought it down to his cock. And with just the back of my hand against it, I could feel it hardening again. “Go on,” he hissed. “I want... I want you be your boy. Your slut. Whatever you want to call it.” “Mmmm...” he growled, guiding my fingers so they wrapped around his rising erection. “You really get off on being someone’s bitch, don’t you?” “I do,” I whispered. “But it’s more than that. I want someone to own me, Chris. So... I’m theirs. Like...” Like they want to have me, my mind supplied, but the words died in my throat. Instead, I murmured, “You know what I mean?” His cock pulsed. “I think so,” he purred. “And what can I do to excite my little cum bucket? How do I reward him for a job well done?” There were many answers to this, but I hesitated; my brain had conjured Sam—his face twisted up in rage, shouting because nothing was ever good enough so why even ask—but then the feeling the stroke of his knuckles running down my back and his promise brought me back and when I looked at the pair of big blue eyes I felt my escalating heart-rate ease up. Still... I wasn’t ready to show my whole hand so I volunteered a club. “I... I really like piss,” I admitted. “Drinking it. Or being filled with it. Or even being soaked in it. Just want to serve, really.” “Mmmm. Sounds like my little slut is a bit of people pleaser. And maybe even a bit of a piglet. That right?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Mmmm,” he rumbled, adding the throaty low notes of dominance to the sound. “Does this little piggy want my chem piss?” “Yes,” I begged. “I could bring you to work you know. Strip you buck naked and hide you under my desk. Just fuck and feed you throughout the day so I don’t have to walk to the urinals.” “A Sir shouldn’t have to get up for that,” I agreed demurely, settling back into his shoulder. “Not when he has a boy for that...” “And what happens if my boy can’t handle it?” he growled. “My piss gets pretty rancid you know—I might even want it to be harsh for you. And when you’re feeling sick because you’ve got a gallon of my piss in your belly and can’t take any more, what happens then? Do I get mad?” “I’d think so,” I whimpered. “Mad enough to almost make you keep drinking it anyway, I bet,” he hissed. “Make you gag and choke it down your throat. Maybe even make you hold your ass cheeks apart when we’re home so I can decide how I want to punish your pretty little pink hole—because what boy of mine can’t handle four measly piss loads?” “Whatever you think I deserve,” I whispered. “More,” he instructed. “I want more.” “I... I like being tied up. Blindfolded. Passed around and stretched open. Your arms,” I sputtered, turning my head to the thick layer of hair that ran from the back of his hands up to his powerful biceps. “Your arms are so hot to me. Want them inside me.” “Mmm... you really like being helpless, don’t you?” he breathed, stroking my spine with the hairy back of one hand, as the other returned to my ass. Sliding past my ring with a shove, three of his fingers dug into the soft tissue. Almost pulling me across his chest as he flexed his strength in demonstration, my cock twitched as my heart skipped. “You’re pretty light you know—could probably lift you on one,” he cooed. “Carry you around like my little skin puppet.” “Yes,” I mewled. “Wait here,” he instructed. “Do not run away.” Rising from the bed, Chris shuffled over to the closet. Pulling it open, he sifted through its contents for a few moments, rising to his toes as he reached for the top shelf, involuntarily granting a very nice view of his rather round ass together as he gathered a rather large cardboard box that likely no longer held the vegetables its exterior suggested. I licked my lips. Then he turned, flaunting his cock at full mast as he returned to the bed. Settling back next to me, one of his hands settled on the flaps concealing its contents. Drumming his fingers gently, he paused for a moment, eyes downcast. To my surprise, he paused—he always seemed to know what to say. Settling in patiently, I waited. When he spoke, he spoke quietly. “Everything we’ve talked about—I’m game for. It’s just...” he explained, then trailed off at the end, taking another moment. Unsure whether I was supposed to wait or not, I elected for the comfort of still silence. After a moment, he continued. “I don’t know if I can be as rough or mean as you want me to be.” Eyeing his resting hand, and then his averted posture, I scooted closer. Overlapping his chunky paw with my spindly ones, I leaned over the box so our arms touched and rested my head on his shoulder. “What do you mean?” I asked softly. “Don’t get me wrong—I like to control,” he clarified. “And I’d like to share and stretch your tight little boy-hole until it’s a gaping cunt. And I really want to get my arm so far into your guts that I can parade you around like my favourite sleeve.” This was pushing all my buttons; it was taking a lot of restraint to not just hurl myself onto him. But his tone of concern gave me pause. Setting my pounding chest aside, I removed my head, craning below his I could look up at his surprisingly sober expression. I raised an eyebrow. “What’s the worry then?” I asked delicately. “I like to go slow,” he explained, gesturing to the wall with his free hand as if that somehow made it make more sense. “Work up to things. We’ll need a safe word and I’ll want to cuddle. And I don’t know how that fits into,” he motioned loosely to the space between us, “This.” Smiling wanly, my body leaned in, and I rested my head atop his shoulder. His resting hand was still a lot bigger than mine so it was kind of hard to get my grip around it properly but I managed as best I could and squeezed a bit tighter. “Chris?” I asked quietly, demurely. “Yes?” “I said I want you to own me,” I explained, tone soft and soothing. “That means you have a lot of say in this.” Pausing for a moment, Chris held his breath. Below, I could feel his free arm repositioning, sliding over the two clasping his so we made a little hand sandwich. Holding my little paws in his heavy ones, his mouth turned back to my ear. “My slut,” he said quietly. Sighing contentedly, I nodded slowly, deliberately. “Yes, Chris,” I agreed. “Your slut.” Satisfied with my answer, we remained still for a moment, taking the opportunity to bask in the verbal contract. Then, glancing downwards, my eyes wandered to the cardboard flaps. “So...” I began timidly, wondering if I was inadvertently invoking Pandora with this train of thought: “What’s in the box?” //// Clothes. It had been clothes. More specifically, clothes he’d wanted me to wear. Along with a few accessories for himself. Testing the off-white jockstrap he’d supplied, I poked the little pouch concealing my cock and balls. The actual strap sat snug around my waist, but with my tina-dick only standing at quarter-mast the pouch itself was fairly loose. Still, probably better too big than too small. At the base, I could already see a damp spot beginning to emerge where I was leaking. And while I still had the full use of my hands I reached lower, sliding my index finger underneath the foreskin, coating the finger generously before bringing it to my mouth to taste the faintly salty-sweet ooze. Meanwhile, Chris was setting down a cooler he’d retrieved from the kitchen. Clad in just his old army tags and a battered camouflage cap, he glanced around the room, likely trying to judge whether he’d picked the best location for his refreshments. Once satisfied with his choice, he cracked open a cold one. Fixing me with a wry grin, he chugged the lager under a minute, holding eye contact the full time, and then tossed the empty bottle into the trash. “You’ll get yours later,” he explained, winking as he gave his belly a hearty pat. Cheeks flushed, I was unsure how to react—and elected for gratitude. “Thanks,” I said meekly. Practically beaming, he glanced back towards the bucket of beers. “Although, if you’re good, I could probably be persuaded.” He then tipped of his head towards the now-opened vegetable bin. “Have you picked one you like?” I had. Licking my lips, I lifted the bandana from the box delicately. Plain black, save for a thin, fiery-white pattern about a half-inch from the perimeter, I presented him the square sheet. “This one.” Satisfied with my choice, he accepted my offering, folding it by its corners once, then pinching a few inches down the converging slopes to form the edge of the band. With a few quick loops, the makeshift blindfold was formed and pressed against my face, making the world vanish as he tied the ends together behind my skull. With my vision gone, the other senses quickly stepped up to fill the void. Somehow the musky, sweaty, smoky scent that I was quickly beginning to associate with him was stronger and all but suffocated my nose in its aroma. Tentatively, my hand reached up to touch the cloth, feeling the rough cotton between the soft pads of my thumb and forefinger, and gave it a little tug to adjust it. “Too tight?” Chris asked in concern as he circled me, making my skin buzz as he eyed his handiwork. Shaking my head, I settled back into the bed, following his voice and footsteps as I raised my hands in front of my chest in offering. “No, not at all,” I stammered, shivering as he pressed his fuzzy chest to my back. Next to me, the jingle of metal on metal chimed, the leather brushing my arm as he lifted the harness out of the box. “Good. Arms up,” he instructed. Complying, the leather slipped over my head and down my torso. He’d clearly done this before—within moments the diagonal cross-straps were snug across my shoulders, meeting with a cold metal ring in the center of my chest. Meanwhile, behind me, I could feel him fiddling with the tightness, securing the horizontal strap between my belly button and ribcage. “How’s that?” he cooed. Rolling my shoulders to test the tightness, I turned towards his voice. “It’s actually perfect,” I admitted. “Good. Hands.” Obediently, I bent my arms and raised my hands together in offering. Wrapping his arms around my torso, he set to work, collecting my hands in his, fitting the pair leather handcuffs around them as he tightened them around my slender wrists. Breathing heavily into my ear, he gave the tip of my ear a test nibble and shook my arms, making the metal rings of the cuffs jingle against one another. “Too snug?” Tentatively, I slipped my ring finger underneath one of the bands. It fit, albeit with some effort. “Not at all,” I supplied. “Perfect.” “I just didn’t think you were serious,” I confessed. “Why would I not be serious?” he asked gently, snapping the metal bands together with a loud clack. “I asked what you wanted; you said you wanted to be tied up and used like my human cum-rag. That sounds fun to me—doesn’t it sound fun to you?” “Well, yes, but...” “So if I like it,” he interrupted, “And you like it, don’t you agree it would be silly if I wasn’t ready to follow through?” I was cornered. And not just because I was tied up on the bed. “I see your point,” I conceded. “Besides...” he murmured, bumping the top of my head with the brim of his cap as he settled in next to my ear. Then his hands were on me—starting from the bottom of my waist where the band of the jock began, he tugged the strap back to give a little snap, before continuing his calloused fingertips’ journey upwards. Leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake, they brushed from my sides to underarms, eventually settling on the base of my shoulders. “Do you have any idea how good you look to me right now?” he purred. Shaking my head, I was upfront about it. “No,” I responded bluntly. The tip of his large, flat tongue flicked top of my ear. “You look gorgeous,” he breathed. Laughing softly, deflection kicked in, reducing the compliment to a glancing blow. “I bet you say that to all the boys,” I replied nonchalantly, tilting my head to grant better access to the slope of my neck. Accepting the invitation, Chris bit down, forming a seal with his lips as he sunk his teeth into the soft skin. Sucking hard, he drew a gasp as my spine arched—sharp pain jolting outwards from where the pressure was most intense. Whimpering as he increased his pull, his heavy arms squeezed me tight against his torso, crushing my wrists into the cold metal ring as he drew the blood to the surface. Once satisfied with his handiwork he pulled away with a pop, blowing gently on the bruising skin, sending shivers down my back. Flicking the patch with the tip of his tongue, he moved back to my ear. “I really don’t,” he growled. “I’ll take your word for it,” I whispered. Then the pipe was back in my mouth and I heard the click of the torch. “Three big hits, boy,” he instructed. “And pick a safe word.” Surrendering to the waft of the clouds, I huffed and I puffed until my chest was full and by the time I had blown in I could feel the little piggy waking up. My head was spinning again—a spiralling mess of sensations crawling along my skin as even the faintest breeze of his breath set me off. Thoughts were difficult, so I deferred to the first word that came to mind. “Zebra,” I supplied. “Zebra it is,” he growled. And then the box flew off the bed and his hands were on my chest, all but shoving onto my back. Letting out a surprised yelp as I hit the mattress, he climbed on top, straddling my chest. Flopping against my mouth, his hard cock was slippery with pre-cum. “You want my cock, don’t you?” My chest fluttered. “Yes,” I whispered. Gripping his shaft in his hand, he pushed the head closer, spreading the pre-cum around my lips. “I bet you do,” he growled. “You love it. In your mouth, in your hole. Bet you can’t wait until that beer finishes its trip and it’s time to feed you.” Straining against the heavy, hairy thighs crushing my arms into my chest, I nodded. Fighting the temptation to reach out with my tongue and steal a little taste of the pungent, sweaty head as it traced its little circles, I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. Pounding inside my ribcage, my heart practically leapt against its confines, the perspiration on his legs mixing with the fresh sweat forming on my chest. “Yes, Sir,” I breathed. The use of the title evidently struck a chord—groaning atop me, Chris leaned forwards. “Fuck. Open,” he ordered. Obediently, my lips parted, and his cock slid past my open mouth. Even now I could still faintly test the acrid tang that was unmistakeably Sam, mixing with the delicate sweet and faintly sour that I understood to be myself. But overwhelming both of them was a salty, heady musk—blanketing the residual flavours, Chris’s taste quashed both and I strained my neck, struggling to get him further inside, needing more of it. Above, Chris cooperated with the inefficient angle by taking some pressure off my chest. Balancing more on his shins he rose a bit, shifting his hips as we adjusted our alignment. Satisfied with this new position, Chris paused, just holding the position. Below, I continued to swirl my tongue around his head and shaft, breathing through my nose. Then I felt him move—his pelvis pressing forward in a very slow, continuous thrust that brought his cock further. Panicking, I nearly choked as half a cock quickly became three quarters. Bumping the entrance to my throat, he ground his cock there, groaning as I gurgled and choked. “Fuck, Daniel,” he groaned, grinding harder. “Fuck—more.” Dizzy and flushed, my body jerked as I tried to cough and sputter around the rather sizeable gag I’d been presented with. I knew I had to keep breathing through my nose—but the unsuccessful gagging and coughing had already flooded my sinuses with relocated spit and mucus. Running down my nose, cheeks, mouth, it had even had begun to seep into the pubes pressing into my face. Below, my cock began to harden. “We’re going to have to train you to do this better,” he chuckled, giving a little push with his hips, eliciting a gag. “Although, honestly... I kind of like watching you choke.” Below, my cock twitched. Time passed. I was certain I was going to pass out—behind the blindfold, little stars were beginning to form. But then he pulled back, his rock-hard cock slimy and wet as I lurched forwards, wheezing in laboured pants. Generously, he gave me a moment. Settling down next to me, one arm slipped underneath my back, pulling me close. Meanwhile, the other ran his index and middle fingers through the mixed splatter of saliva, snot, and pre-cum that had formed around the lower half of my face. Brushing it and gathering a nice little coating around the exploratory digits, he pushed them into my mouth. I could practically hear the grin in his voice. “What a mess you’ve made,” he observed as I suckled away. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I croaked around the intrusion. Chuckling, Chris removed his fingers and shifted his weight so that he could overlook me. For a moment, I wondered if I was in trouble. But then, to my surprise, I felt his large flat tongue lap my cheek. Leaving a trail of his hot saliva in its path, it moved across my mouth, the little bridge underneath my nose, and then my chin before pulling away. Above I could hear him make squishing noises with one of his cheeks and then his tongue was back, cleaning up the other side of my face as it swept away the last of it the snot, pre-cum, and spit. Then his finger tapped my lips. Open, it said, and my mouth parted. Leaning in, Chris spat out the mix before pressing in with a crushing kiss, mashing his beard into my face as his thick tongue spread the viscous blend to every corner. All but wrapping my tongue in it as he swirled his around mine, his hand stroked the side of my arm gently, and I could feel the tension melting away leaving nothing but the humming need that buzzed through my bloodstream. It also occurred to me that I was now hard. Swallowing his gift dutifully, I could feel his mouth curl into a smile as our blended fluids traveled past my gullet. Stroking my side gently, he pulled away. Through our heavy pants and a grin that I could hear, he leaned in close. “It’s okay baby,” he whispered. “Just means I’ll have to keep fucking your face until you get the hang of me.” And for a moment we just paused there—taking a moment to recover as he considered what he wanted next. He arrived at his choice quickly. “Know what I haven’t had in a while?” he asked. “No Sir,” I answered softly. “A good rimming. But I bet you’d like to give me that though, wouldn’t you?” he growled. “Lord knows you want to stick every other part of my body into your mouth. What do you think boy? Think you can clean me up? And really get that tongue of yours up my ass?” My breathing hitched. Schooling my features into a poker face, I wet my lips. “I think if that’s what you want, Sir,” I murmured, “What kind of boy would I be if I didn’t?” “I haven’t cleaned up like you,” he warned, voice low as if threatening me with it. “It’ll be sweaty. Maybe even ripe. Sometimes that scares little boys away. Think that’s going to be a problem?” “Not at all,” I whispered. “Whatever Sir wants.” “Good answer.” Then he was sitting up and I heard the crisp fizz of a cap between twisted off a bottle. Displacing the bed as his knees surrounded my face, balancing his weight on his shins, he took a long swig of the lager and then began to descend. Nutty, earthy, salty, musky; bombarding my nose as the hairy crack of his ass lowered itself onto my face I leaned up, straining my neck as I buried myself in his wiry fur. Inhaling deeply, I shivered, captivated by the sheer potency of his odour and opened my mouth. Beginning by suckling at the interior of one of his cheeks, my tongue reached and delved into the layer of sweat that had begun to form. Responding with a rumbling groan, Sir took another swig, then pushed back, scratching my face lightly as he ground into it hard. “Fuck—you’re eager aren’t you?” I was. In the same way that Chris evidently didn’t find many boys down to eat him, my predilection to go with the flow meant I didn’t typically voice my appreciation for this part of the oral realm. But it was something of a guilty pleasure. And the way his crack bore down on me, my lips would press the little pinched muscles forming his pucker out of the way and let my tongue really dig into each nook to uncover the pinches of nutty, manly earthiness—my own little heaven. Taking my time, I teased deliberately, ensuring that no skin was left unturned as I cleaned every square millimeter around his hole. “God damn...” he growled, reaching down to spread a cheek, granting better access to his hole. Accepting the invitation, my tongue pushed against his tight entrance. Overwhelmed by the salty strength of the flavour I had to catch myself—forcing myself to focus on the task at hand as the tip of my muscle teased and tested, looking for an angle where it could form the wedge I needed here. He was definitely enjoying himself—letting out all manner of grunts and throaty rumbling noises between swigs of his refreshment. But I wasn’t going to be happy with ‘enjoying’—I wanted him to unravel and I was getting nowhere fast with my current methods. Evidently, Chris hadn’t been kidding about not doing this often. Then an idea occurred; my hands reached up. And despite being clasped together I managed to get them in a position where there was some leverage to pull in opposite direction. Digging into the corners of his cheeks, just below my chin, my fingers tugged while my tongue searched. Bingo. Had my mouth not been preoccupied, I might have smiled. But there were other priorities right now. Worming in closer, I worked the little sliver I’d formed, pleased as a bit more of my tongue managed to squeeze into his tight asshole. “Jesus,” he gasped, his legs shaking for just a moment as he leaned over to drop the bottle into the trash. While it clattered noisily against its brother, Chris was already rebalancing, breathing hard, and using both of his hands to now spread his cheeks to give me the access I had really been looking for. “Why the fuck didn’t we start with this?” he wondered aloud. Grinning, I shoved my tongue inside further. “Jesus,” he groaned, louder this time. Not bad, I considered, but maybe we can do better. Slowly, deliberately, I withdrew my tongue, slurping up the earthy flavour as I went. And once retracted about halfway, I paused—just enough to let him consider the next move—and then pushed back in as hard as I could. “Jesus!” he roared. Finally satisfied, I repeated the motion, drinking his salty musk with each successive thrust. Building speed gradually, I was pleased when he began to push back harder, forcing my tongue past the sphincter to delve into the nutty, funky, headiness beyond. And just as the flavour was becoming fainter, he pulled off my face, tearing off the blindfold off my eyes as he left. Staring down at me, his face was red and sweaty, his cock nearly purple as if it was ready to burst. Rising and falling in time with his heavy panting, his chest was shiny with sweat, giving the soaked fur the look of copper wire in the lamplight. Meanwhile, his mouth opened and shut, bobbing like a fish as he failed to come up with the words. Smiling up at him innocently, I held my tongue, arms trembling with suppressed laughter. “Well,” he finally started, then paused, pondering his next words for a moment. Then his hands were on mine, touching the leather straps briefly before settling on the clasp holding them together. With a click, the metal ring released, and he pulled my hands apart. “I think you’ve earned these.” I couldn’t resist. “Thank you, Sir,” I chimed. Narrowing his eyes, he gave me what might have been a glare, but then dissolved the leery stare with a snort. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he growled. “Hands and knees. Now.” While I scrambled into position, he was already moving behind me. “You’re going to want to take some,” he warned as the poppers landed in front my face. And while I twisted the cap off, I heard the pop of the lube bottle opening, followed by the slicking sound of his hand on his cock. Hurriedly, I inhaled deeply in each nostril, feeling my ass muscles relax with each breath as the flush spread throughout my body. Where earlier had been gentle and he’d eased himself into me gradually, this time was different. Three of the fingers he’d slicked his cock with went in, shoving in roughly, with little regard for the delicate tissues. And after just one twist to spread the lube about they were gone, replaced with the tip of his dick as he nudged my entrance. Gripping my hips hard, he let out a low rumble, and pushed hard. Yelping as my muscles tensed involuntarily in spite of the poppers, he slid in fast, jostling on in with one long hard stroke. Then, while still holding one side of my waist, his other hand reached forward and pushed the top of my back, indicating he wanted me lower. Complying, I folded onto my forearms, being sure to keep the bottle nearby just in case. Stretching my walls with his pulsing erection, my ass gripped him hard, almost dragging with him slightly despite the lubrication as he reared back, sliding out oh so slowly. “You teased me earlier,” he observed. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whimpered, straining over my shoulder so I could see the dark expression tinting his features. “Didn’t seem sorry when you were being a smart ass earlier,” he replied dismissively, lifting his arm. Turning away, I shut my eyes. Crack! Sucking in a gasp at the impact, the sharp red pain spread outwards from from the cheek and up my spine, linking up with the pleasure senses mucking about in my head as they rolled into one sensation. Meanwhile, Chris’s hands were back on my hips, digging in hard as he thrust back in hard. In this position, more depth was possible and I found my mouth just hanging open, clutching the bottle and sheets as he pounded into me. Like a piston he set a brutal pace, stroking across my prostate and dislodging more pre-cum into the substantial stain that was forming in the pouch. “Chris—” I moaned, but either he didn’t hear me or didn’t care. Grunting and snarling as he fucked me hard, he pressed onwards with fervor. Within moments I had been reduced to a mewling mess and reached back for my own hard cock. Moving the pouch aside, I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking it as best I could in rhythm with his thrusts. I could feel it coming close—between the battering inside me, the slick friction, and the lack of orgasm earlier I desperately wanted to cum. But then he stopped, breathing hard, leaving me whining at the loss of motion as he simply held position—cock half-inserted so there was deliberately no pressure against my prostate. Eyeing my adjusted posture suspiciously, he licked his lips. “And what do we have here?” he murmured, leaning in closer as he reached down, enveloping my grip in his. “Someone is hard.” Whimpering, I nodded. Gingerly, he extricated my hand as his began its own assessment. Starting with my foreskin, his rough fingers pinched the folds, grinding them together as he started to push his cock back in to the root. Once slipped under my foreskin, his hand continued onto my sensitive cock-head, brushing their calloused pads and the tips of the fingernails over the glans. Spreading the little slit between two of the nails, he pressed in, making me whine as he rubbed the opening of my urethra painfully. Satisfied, he gathered my pre-cum in his slick hand, and lowered his grip to my shaft. “You’re very lucky you’re cute,” he growled, and resumed thrusting. I had already been close. But between his coarse, slippery palms stroking me so they just brushing the top of my head, and the slower, more deliberate thrusts that all but dug into my swollen nub before sliding all the way in—I wasn’t going to last. Digging my nails into the sheets, I pleaded incoherently, moving my hips in time with his thrusts. “Chris,” I gasped. “It’s—I can’t—please—” “Do it,” he breathed. Clamping down on his cock, my muscles stiffened as I spurt into his hand, making him groan and lean back as he shut his eyes. Stilling himself momentarily, he let out a slow exhalation through his nose—adjusting to the vice-like grip of the velvety tissue. Holding his position, he pulled his cum-coated hand away from my softening sock. Smearing my load around his fingers as he moved it towards my hole, he pushed against his wiry pubes, prodding the edge of my tightened pucker with the tip of his nail. Sensing what was coming next, I uncapped the bottle and sniffed hard, sucking in the nitrites as he pressed harder, breaching the already-snug fit as it slid alongside his throbbing member, scraping the nerves as he buried himself to the knuckle. Whimpering at the intrusion, I re-capped the bottle and arched my back, struggling to feel more. “Oh god,” I whispered. “Tonight,” he breathed, grinding his hips forward into my beaten hole as he spoke. “I’m gonna get someone else in there with me. And really rip this hole open.” “You really think we’ll be able to do that?” I gasped, shutting my eyes as I just focused on the throbbing, burning, tingling spreading through the nerves. “Absolutely,” he grunted, twisting the digit, making sure I felt the burn. “And if you can’t, we’ll make you. Hell, I even know who I’m calling,” he continued, rubbing a second finger against my entrance. Forcing it in alongside its brother, he glanced down, eyeing his handiwork with a hungry look, letting out a groan of satisfaction. “Christ, Daniel...” Mewling into the sheets, I bit my lip. “Promises, promises,” I chimed, earning a snicker. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one day,” he growled. And then the fingers were gone, leaving my ass alone with cock. And if the earlier pace had felt rough, I didn’t even have a word for this. Slamming in and out, he battered my spent hole, ripping yelps from my throat on the rougher strokes and I had no doubts that I would be tender and sore when this was over. Slapping his balls hard with each thrust, yanking my walls with each shove, he attacked my hole in a frenzy. Even if I’d screamed Zebra I doubted it would have reached him. So instead I held on—leaning into the fever pitch, knowing that between the tightness, roughness, and pace it was clear he wanted to finish too. It didn’t take long. Another minute, maybe two? And I could feel his cock throbbing—stiffening up and expanding in preparation to mark me once more. His fingers dug in harder, and then came the roar. “FUCK DANIEL!” he bellowed, drowning out my moan, his balls swaying as his body stilled. And deep inside me his pulsating member jerked, reacting to the shudder running through his body as it drove in to the root and unloaded in five thick pumps—his second gooey load meeting and merging with the remnants of its brother as the wetness spread through my guts.

Barebacking is so addictive, you’ll never what condoms involved again. The feeling of a guy’s cock swelling inside of you and then feeling his cum unload is quite a sensation.

Part 5 "Lay back down on your back son." He got between my legs and lifted my ass up and spread my cheeks apart. I felt his tongue again and my head fell to the pillow as my back arched my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I never knew that this kind of pleasure was possible. Seemingly out of my control my hands moved down to his head and pushed him as deep as I could into my hole. Both of us moaned at the same time. He pulled his head up and reached for the pipe and torch again. He got back up on his knees and fed me another hit. Then he took one but before he let it out he put the pipe down and reached back for his cloth bag and went back to my hole. I felt him blow into my hole with some of the cloud escaping around my crotch. "How does that feel son?" I didn't have the words to describe it. I gasped and tried. "So good da--oh my god!" He was rubbing something wet onto my hole and began to push his finger into me. "Just breathe. Take a deep breath in son. Now let it out." When I let it out I could feel him pushing in deeper. I had rubbed my hole before when I jerked off but I never pushed anything in. This was the first time anything was being pushed into me. I saw him fumbling a little with his cloth bag. "This is going to burn just a little bit but its going to feel good in a couple minutes." I nodded having no idea what new sensation was going to come next. I felt his finger again push into my hole and then I felt that burning. Not painful but noticeable. He worked his finger deeper into me and i felt his palm against my hole. His entire finger was in. Suddenly the tingling I had felt in my hole became something else. Hunger. And he could see it in my face. "It's working now isnt it?" I looked down at him smiling with that smile that said mischief. "Yeah dad. I think so. What is it?" "It's called a booty bump son. I want you to feel as good as you can so youll be ready to take your dad's cock." I was feeling great. This was so much better than I ever imagined it would be. He moved up to kiss me and rested the weight of his body on top of me. Our making out was even more passionate than before. I wanted to be as close and connected to this man as possible. Our hands exploring each others body and our cocks rubbing against each other. His huge thick cock pressed against my smaller softer cock. I could feel our pre cum getting slick between us. I didn't want this to end. I could make out with this man forever. But he broke the kiss. "I'm going to give you a little bit of the control." He rolled off of me and onto his back. He pulled me onto him and held my face with his hands. "Son it's time. I want you to sit on my cock. Take as much time as you want. We are in no rush ok?" I nodded and he pushed me up into a sitting position. He sat up also and told me to press my hands into his shoulders for balance as I hovered my hole over his cock. He poured some lube into his hand and I could hear him coating his cock with it. Then I pulled away and sat on his knees. In my drug fueled state I was the horniest I had ever been but something in my head was terrified. "What's wrong?" I didnt know what to say. I didn't want to make him mad. "Shouldn't we be using a condom? Just to be safe?" He tilted his head and smiled. "Dads and sons don't need condoms. That's why its the best kind of sex." Something was sobering me up. Like years of conditioning about the shame I should feel about what we were doing combined with always wanting to be safe about everything were bubbling back up at the worst possible time. "Mr. Kelly I mean we're just playing around but we're not actu--" "Stop son." I saw in his face that he was serious. The smile was gone and he was looking deep into me now. "Do you trust me? Do you trust your dad? Look at me. Do you trust me?" I just nodded too scared to speak. Something in his face was completely different. "I told you that I was going to show you everything you always wanted to experience but also some things you never knew. Isnt that right? Isnt that one of the reasons you wanted to come over here in the first place? You wanted to be brought into a new world?" I nodded. "One thing I want you to experience is raw sex son. I want you to feel the sensation of slick skin entering you and touching you deep inside and the feeling of rope after rope of cum shooting so hard into you. And I want you to experience that with your dad the first time so you never forget who introduced you to the greatest pleasure." I noticed then that he had never taken his hand off his cock. He was stroking his cock slowly. The image was mesmerizing. "Climb back up here son. Dads ready." That was all I needed to shut that voice down. I got back up into position and lowered myself slightly. I felt the slick head of his cock spread its wetness into my taint and up my crack grazing my hole back and forth. I could feel how big it was. There was no way it would be able to fit. "I'm just going to rest my cock against your hole but I'm not going to push. Look at me son. Press yourself down real slow. Its going to hurt a little at first but Im right here. Youre safe with me." I felt the pressure on my hole. This was it. I lowered myself and pressed down. My hole was resisting. It was too big. I tried a lttle harder but my hole had become a wall. I started to get frustrated feeling like I was never going to get this to happen and I would let him down. I sighed in annoyance but with that exaggerated exhale it happened. My hole opened and suddenly I felt that wet thick head pop inside me.

Couldn't have said it better myself.

3 4 9 10 12 My bitch is 19

Part 2 I’d watched my son, Ben and his boyfriend Jeremy, all night and I’d stayed rock hard. Ben couldn’t get enough cock and it looked like his boyfriend didn’t satisfy him because there were so many videos of him with strangers of all ages. I particularly liked a regular muscle couple in their mid-thirties who, besides being ripped and pierced, had bio-hazard tattoos and big fat dicks. They were very adept at ravaging my young sons’ cunt and mouth in equal measure. Ben couldn’t get enough and enjoyed swallowing load after load from them, felchin it from one bf’s cunt or having it licked out of his so he could have it fed back to him. Piss chasers, fists and arms invaded him and all the time his cock remained hard, begging them to breed him. I knew what that meant, I’d said it myself many times, right up until I got knocked up. Finally, having blown yet another river of cum, I decided I had to help my son and his bf convert, if they hadn’t already. My mind was buzzing from the revelations about my son. My balls ached from ejaculating so much but my mind was made up, I intended to get my slut son and his boyfriend pozzed. Luckily for me, it wasn’t long before a window of opportunity presented itself. Just a week later, it was early evening and my apartment door bell buzzed. I opened the door to find Ben standing there with tear stained face. He took one look at me and burst into tears again and flung himself towards me. I grabbed him and hugged him, shutting the door. “What’s wrong?” I asked, genuinely concerned. “Jez and I had a big fight and I walked out” He managed to say between sobs. I took him through to the lounge and sat him down and fetched a bottle of Brandy. Pouring him and myself a glass, I sat down next to him while he relayed the whole story of his and Jeremy’s falling out. I smiled to myself because it was over something petty and yet all I could do was picture my boy ecstatically riding his boyfriend’s cock. Finally, after our fourth glass I told him he could stay here for as long as he needed while they sort things out. He hugged and thanked me with the effects of the Brandy already evident. At that moment the door bell buzzed again. “Fuck” I said, suddenly seeing the time. “What is it Dad?” Ben slurred. “It’s Thursday night, I have a regular weekly massage booked” I said. Ben grinned, “I could do with one of those” I looked at my boy then a dark thought occurred, the masseur I used was not only fit as fuck and hung, he was poz too. Thinking quickly, “I tell you what, you need it more than me so why not go shower and I’ll get him to do you”. The last part of that statement made me hard knowing that Ben would be getting nailed with toxic cum. Ben’s face lit up and he hugged me again then got up to go shower. I answered the door and there stood Mike, my black 28 year old masseuse stud. We hugged and kissed, and I let him past me. He always looked so hot in the sports kit he wore and I was so looking forward to a good hard massage and even harder fuck, but once inside I told him of Ben and the plan. Mike grinned, “Seriously, you want me to fuck your son raw?” he asked in his deep, gravely voice. “I do.” I grinned back. “breed him good, make him yours” I said placing my hand on Mike’s obviously swelling monster cock. I rubbed it through his sweatpants and felt it harden to my touch. I’d ridden Mike’s nine inches plenty of times and it never failed to make me howl with intense pleasure. Mike smiled and just as I withdrew my hand, my handsome and totally effeminate son walked in. Towel wrapped round his head and wearing a dressing gown. He still looked achingly fuckable. He took one look at Mike and his face lit up. Mike was 6ft 6” and towered over Ben. “Mike, this is my son Ben.” I said introducing him. Mike lifted his strong muscular arm and offered his hand to Ben, who took it and shook it. His hand looked dainty against Mike’s. “Mike, use the guest room. It’s all set up” I said. Mike knew what that meant and winked at me, although Ben had no idea. It was an ordinary bedroom with a good firm king size bed, but it also had the addition of hidden cameras covering the bed from multiple angles. I’d be sat in the lounge with the 65” flat screen and watch all the action as it unfolded. Mike led Ben off and I sat down infront of the TV and tuned to the home made porn channel! Ben and Mike entered the guest bedroom with the bed centered on screen. I had multiple angles I could switch between and watched Mike instruct Ben to get comfortable on the bed. I could hear everything clearly and watched as my beautiful boy disrobed and removed the towel around his head. He was already rock hard and Mike commented on his nice cock as Ben grinned and got on the bed, laying down on his front. Ben watched as Mike got undressed and audibly moaned loudly as he caught sight of Mike’s placid megacock. Mike has an awesome body and it wasn’t long before he was knelt besides my naked boy, oiling his bare flesh and using great pressure to arouse my son as he worked his young body. Mike’s arms and stomach muscles looked amazing as they flexed while he performed the massage. I had my cock out and in hand while I sipped brandy, watching as Mike got quite rough with him before finally fingering his cunt. Ben moaned loudly while Mike used one hand to play with his hole and the other to slowly wank his now rock hard monster. It didn’t take long for Ben to ask to be fucked, and slowly I watched Mike move to straddle Ben, aiming his rigid rod towards my boys hole. Ben cried out as Mike gripped him and began to invade his cunt, moaning more loudly as Mike pushed deep inside my boy. Finally, with his massive cock buried in Ben fully, and holding his massive frame over the boy with two huge arms, Mike began fucking. Slowly at first but rapidly speeding up, Ben began to cry out from both the pleasure and pain. I watched Mike fuck my son for nearly half an hour, throwing him around the bed like a rag doll. He’d grip him by the throat and throttle him while he fucked him missionary, then with Mike underneath he'd slap his face while he plowed his hole. Sometimes he’d pull out and force as much of his cock into Ben’s throat as he could take; and he could take a lot, then continued to face fuck him. He’d grip his hair and pull tight while slapping his face, ass and cock. He was physically abusing my boy and raping his cunt with such force, and yet all the time, my boy begged for more. Finally, as Mike grew close to climaxing while pounding Ben from behind, and facing one camera perfectly, Mike pushed him flat on the bed, gripped Ben round the throat with one of his massive arms and went into overdrive. My boys expression was shear pleasure, but I’ve been in that same position and know Mike’s cock was ripping my boys cunt like a bastard while all the time Mike was cutting off my oxygen supply. Mike was close, and as I watched their faces, he whispered something in Ben’s ear who then momentarily faltered, before Mike roared loudly as his cock exploded into Ben’s guts. They were both sweating like pigs and breathing heavily, but Ben was in ecstasy. Mike looked like he’d just finished a particularly heavy workout and after a few more minutes of making sure he’d pumped all his poison sploodge deep inside my boys cunt, he pulled out. I’d watched all the action unfold and as they climaxed, I came too. I gently stroked the last few spurts as I watched Mike present his cum covered cock to Ben and made him lick it clean. After Mike withdrew his cock, he slapped Ben hard in the face, who just lay there, exhausted and satisfied while Mike turned, picked up his clothes and left the room. I got up and licked my cum covered hand just as Mike entered the room. He grinned at me and began to dress. “He’s hot” Mike said as he zipped up his hooded top. “Reminds me of you” He continued grinning. I smiled and we kissed again. I led him to the front door and opened it. As he went to leave I remembered something. “What did you whisper to him?” I asked. Mike turned back, grinning at me, “I told him I’d scratched him to make him bleed because you’d asked me to poz him” I smiled back at him and he left.

When I was young and particular who I'd let fuck me, I met a latino guy who was handsome great smile and with his limited English told me he wanted to fuck me a lot. I went home with him thinking it's just us two and "fuck a lot" really meant maybe 2 fucks. He lived in a slightly rough area of town so I thought I'd stay all night (no problem). We make out, play, he starts fucking me. I hear someone else in the apartment, his roommate who I never met. I said we need to be quiet and close the bedroom door, and he just said no don't worry it's ok. It's dark, light coming through window, my friend is up my ass fucking slowly and romantically. Then his roommate comes in they talk a little in Spanish, and his friend comes in front of us on the bed uncut dick hanging. My friend picks it up and tells me to suck his friend, see how much skin he has, you like this taste this... literally putting it in my mouth. I sucked and he grew. I'm getting fucked both ends. This went on all night me being the cumhole for them. My friend was romantic but his roommate just used me. Early morning after a brief sleep sun rising, I looked over and see the roommate. He was no one I ever thought I would ever sleep with, a nice guy but not my type. I was freaked, they're sleeping, my friend half on top of me. As they woke up or I touched one of them looking at their dicks body they got hard and fucked my mouth or ass. I left worn out and full of cum, and after a lot of thinking I got less choosy. A good fuck is a good fuck.

When I broke up with the wife I ended up living in a downtown area less than a mile from her high school friend and his husband. I dont know if they "play about" but I've always worried/fantasized that they would show up at a gang bang when I was bound and hooded. I would be horrified as I heard their voices as they breed me.

I let anyone fuck me and a few times a friend fucked me anonymously and used my name after they had bred me. Once a manager called me into his office and had me lock the door and then told me to drop my pants so he could fuck me again. Turns out he had used me anonymously a few times in a bookstore and knew i was a cock hound. The next few years i was his workplace dump and he regularly planned business trips with me and i was his slut the whole trip and he would whore me out in whatever city we traveled to.

Went to a local ABS after work, was sweaty n dirty n horny in my work gear / work boots. Sucked a few guys off and swallowed their loads. The 4th was a younger stocky guy who just finished suckin another dude off. I was watchin a vid and he came into my booth. He unzipped and pulled his hard thick cock out i sucked it for a few minutes and licked his balls. He pulled me to stand up and pulled down my jeans and underwear and started sucking my cock. Told him its sweaty from work but he liked my sweat stink and dove right in suckin my cock and lickin my sweaty balls. I was oozin precum already and he slurped it all up and got me rock hard. I pulled him up and forcefully turned him around and bent him over exposing his hot meaty ass. Spit on his asshole and pushed my cock in, precum was still flowin and lubed his hole. After a few fuck strokes i slide all the way in his ass. Continued fuckin for a few minutes gettin verbal tellin him what a hot ass he ass, and tellin him i was gettin close. Kept fuckin and grunted as i pulled his ass into me and impaled him balls deep, shootin my load deep. Fucked my load into him for a few seconds then my cock slipped out. We both pulled up our jeans and he left with an ass full of cum.

I have enjoyed this site for some time now, ever since I began down the hedonistic path that I never imagined I would begin. I’ve read all of your stories numerous times while reliving my own tale countless times in my head. This is a true story of how I became introduced into the wild unpredictable world of chem sex. However I won’t get too far ahead of myself... this story begins before I would start any of that, just a few weeks earlier In fact. I’ve always been something of a responsible person. I’ve put my career and standing within the community above anything else. By all outward appearances I was a goodie two shoes of sorts. I’m in my late 20’s. I have a short stature with a petite frame, light dirty blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a hairless body, well all except my legs. You see years of playing soccer throughout school has gifted me with a round bubble butt, large meaty thighs, and well calves that are envied wherever I go. Covering my muscled lower half is a thick coat of brown hair. The hair doesn’t extend much further north than a narrow trail extending to my bellybutton and a little patch surrounding my pink hole. I keep my hair fairly trimmed creating a small bush that frames my penis, which is uncut and about 7 inches long and normal thickness. I say that I’m viewed probably as something of a square, because all throughout my sexual years thus far, I have been monogamous. I have only had sex with guys that I was dating, and when I did actually have sex it was always protected with a condom. This all changed however this past summer. It was a particularly stressful time for me at the office, and well my friends were all busy with their summer flings, and I found myself horny, very horny. I came home one Saturday night after an evening out with friends and decided to log online to see if I could line up a hookup. Now I have done his many MANY times before. I had a routine. Create a profile on Grindr, post some headless torso shots, and then I’d sit and wait. I’d get messages from guys complimenting my smooth defined chest, or men commenting about my soccer legs or how delicious my ass looked in the full length mirror pic I had attached to my profile. I loved hearing these strangers talk to me about how sexy I was, and I enjoyed reading their profiles and looking through their pictures, but that seemed to be all I’d do. I’d usually get too nervous and I’d close the app and delete it before I ever met someone. However this May night was a rare evening that saw a mysterious man message me, and instantly I was captivated. He was from Columbia and that alone seemed so foreign to me, I had grown up fairly sheltered in North Carolina, and while I now reside in one of the largest cities in FL, I was very inexperienced with Latin men. His pictures showed a man of about 40, with a toned body, and a large 8in uncut cock. I was horny from all the beer I had drank earlier, and this sexy daddy was making my cock strain the skimpy briefs I was wearing! The next thing I knew I had given this man my number and address and told him to meet at my place in an hour. I needed the time to rinse off and clean out. I showered quickly and then jumped out to straighten my bedroom and find a few condoms and my fave lube. A few minutes later my dream Colombian was sitting on my bed and kissing me while I fumbled with his belt. He was even sexier in person, and my hands were exploring every inch of him. I rubbed my hands across his firm pecs and down his taut stomach. I could feel a size-able bulge when my hand grazed his leg, and I was now focused solely on his cock. I wanted that large piece of meat, it had been so long, and I was so turned on. As I undid his belt I pulled down his pants and discovered my new friend was free balling without any underwear. His large brown rod flopped out and hit my arm. It was so thick and framed by a patch of dark black hair. I peeled back his foreskin and slowly rubbed it back and forth in my hand. He asked my if I partied and I was confused. I had no idea what he was referring to. He told me that earlier that evening he had visited the local bathhouse and had met a generous guy willing to share his favors. I asked him just what he meant, and he said he had smoked some with his new friend. I assumed he meant marijuana and didn’t think much more about it. I told him I didn’t do any drugs. He seemed disappointed but we continued our foreplay for the next hour. I sucked him, he sucked me, he ate my ass and probed at my tight hole. After a while I knew it was time, I needed this, I needed him. It had been months since my last fucking, and my hole was eager to get acquainted with his nice tool. However the sex never happened. He couldn’t get hard. I was so confused, I had sucked him like my life depended on it. I circled the head and licked his shaft multiple times and finally took his entire length into my throat. I could feel him hardening a bit, but he was far from being erect like his pics had promised. I was confused, I had never had a guy so seemingly interested in me, but wouldn’t get hard. He pushed me onto my back and began licking between my cheeks, his tongue darting in and out while he slowly slid his pointer finger knuckle deep into my awaiting hole. I asked him if he wanted to fuck, and he explained that it wasn’t me, but his partying earlier left him unable to get hard. I was defeated, my hole ached to feel his warm cock. His finger felt electric as it entered my body, but I craved more. He could tell I was disappointed and asked if I’d be ok with a third joining in. I had never had a threesome before, but at this point I needed a dick, any dick fucking my ass. He showed me a profile and exclaimed that the guy was his friend. They were both tops and his friend was Colombian also. I took his phone and stared at the pics. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This man was sexy, very sexy. He was just a little older than me, about 5’10, a shaved head, and a tight defined body. As I scrolled through his photos I stopped dead in my tracks. It was a snapshot of a penis, his penis, and it was huge! It appeared to be as long as a ruler, but his profile said it was only 10.5. It was cut but his head looked like that of a hammer. It was mean looking, and my hole was twitching. It was the biggest penis I had ever seen, and if we did meet, he would be the largest cock I’d ever taken. I handed the phone back to my new friend, and told him to message his friend. He laughed and said he already invited him over. He knew I’d never say no to that huge Colombian fuckstick. He was right and suddenly I was nervous. Had I cleaned out enough, could I take such a huge cock, did I have any poppers? I was a wreck and completely flustered until I heard the familiar sound of a buzzing cellphone. He was here and on his way up to my apartment. I jumped up and ran to the front door just in time to hear a powerful knock. I opened the door and before me was the physical embodiment of every fantasy I had ever had. He reached out his hand and told me his name was Rick. I shook it in return and told him I was Corey. His hand was huge, and extremely warm. My cock began to jump wondering if everything on Rick was so large and warm. I led him into my bedroom and Rick immediately greeted his friend. I listened intently as my first visitor repeated his earlier bathhouse tale, only this time he said he was smoking “Tina” and had found himself here but unable to fuck this perfect hole before him. I wondered what Tina was but more importantly this guy described my hole as “perfect”. I was so proud to hear those words, and in that moment I was at ease around my two new guests. My hole was perfect and this guy wasn’t turned off by me, but apparently he just smoked too much Tina and couldn’t fuck me. I was instantly feeling confident and reach over to rub the bulge in Rick’s pants. It felt huge in my hands, and Rick just laughed “So you found this hot little fucker online but you had too much Tina to actually fuck him like he deserves, so you text me?, damn you are a good friend bro” Rick’s voice was deep and stern, and now his hand was slowly massaging my ass through my underwear. Rick bent down and started kissing me. I was in heaven. I pulled away from his lips and began to make my way down his neck and further down his chest. He stopped me just as I was getting to his waist. “You found quite the little whore here, has he been partying?” I told him I had drank a few beers earlier and that was it. I bit my lip and looked him dead in the eyes and muttered “I need fucked, I really need to have you inside me” without missing a beat Rick yanked down his pants and boxers in one movement, and snapping against his stomach was the largest penis I had ever seen. I was in awe. I stared at the powerful cock just inches from my face. It was thick and veiny, and the head was enormous! I could barely comprehend how a member could even be so large. The tip was glistening with precum, and instinctively I lunged forward and engulfed the head with my mouth. Rick gasped and then fist bumped his friend. He told him that he had done good, and that I was a hot little piece of ass, and then he licked his finger and plunged it underneath my underwear and quickly found my hole. I could feel it circling my hole and its warmth was pushing me over the edge. I took my mouth off of his cock and pleaded with Rick to fuck me. I told him that I needed it so badly. He asked me how long it had been as he slowly flipped me onto my back and yanked down my briefs. I told him a few months and a devilish grin came across his face as he plunged his moistened finger into my hole. “Damn boy you are tight! Are you sure it’s only been a few months?” I squirmed beneath Rick as the full weight of his body came over mine. I could feel his huge tool pressing against my thigh as he once again began to kiss me, his tongue now licking mine passionately. I was in pure ecstasy. I didn’t want his moment to end, I knew I was where I wanted to be. Right here underneath Rick and feeling his massive cock pressing against my quivering hole. Rick asked me if I had any poppers because I was going to need them. I pulled a new bottle of Rush out from under my pillow along with a condom and some lube. He asked me what the condom was for? I told him I only played safe, and instantly I could feel Rick pull away. “Man what is this?” he asked to his friend. “You tease me with this hot boy and he doesn’t party or BB?” I was beginning to get scared, Rick’s tone had changed and I didn’t like it. Rick’s friend tried telling him that I was cool, and that I was down to play, but Rick seemed uninterested. Fearing I was losing control of this situation, and my dream cock was slipping away, I blurted out “Fine you can fuck me bareback, but first tell me are you clean?” Rick snapped back around to me and a devilish smile flashed across his face “Ofcourse I’m clean baby, now are you going to let daddy breed that tight little boy pussy?” I was mesmerized, I wanted this cock, I needed it. I rolled over onto all fours, I pushed my ass out towards Rick, and pressed my face and arms into the pillow before me. “This is yours, please daddy breed my ass!” I could hear rustling behind me and then I felt a familiar warm sensation on my hole. It was stiff and slick and before I could second guess my decision, Rick began to press into my awaiting hole. It was painful as I felt his cock slowly begin ripping into my body, each movement pierced into me and sent shivers up my entire body. I was on be verge of tears, and began to panic. I yelled “Stop, stop, stop... I can’t do this, it’s too big, I can’t take it, please Rick no!” I opened my eyes and turned back to look at Rick, our eyes locked, and in that moment I knew I was in trouble. I felt a sharp pain as Rick ripped his cock from my ass “Man I’m done, this is bullshit, man this was a fucking waste of my time!” I was scared, paralyzed with fear. I watched as Rick slowly gathered his clothes and left out of my bedroom. His friend was stunned and all he could do was apologize profusely. I told him it was ok and wasn’t his fault. I heard my front door slam, and for a moment we sat in silence. After what seemed like forever, my guest spoke “Well listen I’m sorry again, I hope you have a good night, I should get going.” I watched in stunned silence as he gathered his belongings and left my room. I heard the door pull shut, and I collapsed onto my bed. What the hell was I doing? Seriously who was I even? I didn’t move and soon I was fast asleep. That night I dreamed about Rick and his perfect penis giving my hole the fucking I desperately yearned for. I woke up the next morning drenched in sweat with a huge wet stain in my bed, I had gotten off in my sleep. I guess the dream had pushed me over the edge. However that feeling of euphoria soon turned to guilt, and finally I was consumed with an overwhelming sense of shame. I deleted Grindr from my phone and swore I’d never use it again. Little did I know how much my life was about to change. I hadn’t seen the last of Rick and our next meeting would far exceed anything that I could have ever dreamed of!

Too right - I love being caged when I'm being used... even better if caged and tied so not a hope of getting to touch my locked nub. When the top hits all the right places when fucking me full of his cum, I have had the most intense (and repeat) orgasms while locked!

I actually think all cumdumps and sluts need an understanding top to train them - it makes the road to slutdom so much easier. My ex understood my slutty side totally, he not only taught me, but encouraged me to be the cockpig I always wanted to be and having him there helped remove guilt and inhibitions much quicker than if I had set out on the road a solo slut. He taught me how to thoroughly enjoy and appreciate every cock and load I got and taught me there was nothing wrong with my constant need to get fucked. He would basically organise everything for me, my gangbangs, sex parties at our place where he would get 6-10 tops tov come and use me in our playroom, take me to the backroom and strap me in the sling, send me to tops' houses that I knew nothing about except I was there to service them and get fucked and bred.

From my experience, I know that the young guys I fuck do enjoy being called a 'boycunt' or 'boipussy'. Especially, when I'm ready to drop a daddy load in their cunts. Happy barebacking!!

Use some metal, bump some T .... quick result guaranteed!

As a new convert to barebacking, one of the biggest motivators was ass to mouth. I love sucking a cock that has been pulled straight from my ass. But I can say one of the great, somewhat unanticipated thrills of barebacking is the absence of negotiation. The moment comes after I have been sucking a guy for a while and he reaches down to feel my ass and finds it already lubed and we wordlessly engage. I position myself, offering my ass and he gets behind me and enters. No talk, no condoms, no equivocation. Just raw fucking.

I completely agree nlsfn, couldn't have said it better!

(please specify): I caught only one thing up to now: the desire to have more and more bareback sex.

I'll take a slightly overweight guy nude sitting on my sofa who can carry on a decent conversation anyday over some super muscled gym boy who is worried that there is a small red spot on his ripped abs that might form a pimple and mar his perfection . I am sure all he has on his mind at any given moment is himself- and frankly, after about 90 seconds of that- I would want to put lots of clothing back on him- specifically, pack his yap with his socks and underwear to shut him the fuck up

HIV Induction- The Next Day All night Rocky felt the dildo inflate and stretch his hole. He felt as if he needed to take a shit. Then the dildo would deflate and the feeling would be gone. Rocky began to wonder how long he had been in the cage, had he missed work, did he still have a job and what he was going to tell Dallas when he finally came for him. Every so often he thought he heard the outer doors to the room he was in open and closed only to be left there to think some more. His arms ached and were numb from the elbow down. His knees hurt from being on them all night with no way of shifting position. He felt cramped and needed to take a piss really bad. As the meth began to wear off Rocky began to doze off for a few seconds to minutes. He would wake and think he heard the outer doors opening and closing only to doze off again. He had lost all track of time when Dallas came in the room. Not a word was spoken as Dallas inspected the teen, walking around the cage as he slowly pushed it to and fro before the pump working the dildo was turned off with the dildo fully pumped up. It was then pulled from Rocky’s ass as it came out with a ‘pop’. The cage was slowly lowered to the ground and the bar was removed allowing Rocky to lower his arms. The door was then opened and Rocky limped out on all fours. Dallas led him over to a bucket in the corner where he was told he could take a piss. Rocky was so tired and ready to crash from the meth he had in his system from the night before. Dallas led him up stairs to a bed room where Rocky would be allowed to finally sleep. Rocky quickly fell into a deep sleep. Dallas then moved him into a sleep sack and quickly secured him inside. He placed noise reducing head phones over his ears, a special gag in his mouth and covered his eyes with a blind fold that would seal out the light. Then the sack was suspended from the ceiling as the teen slept off the effects of the drugs. When Rocky woke up he was unable to move, see, hear or speak. For a moment he thought he was dead. Dallas was aware of the teen waking up and quickly spoke to him through the head phones. “You’re ok Rocky. I want you to learn to appreciate what God has given you; good looks, good health, and the ability to consciously make a choice.” Rocky felt the crotch of the sack exposed and then felt a coolness followed by a ‘pinch’ on his soft dick. Slowly his dick began to get hard as he then felt his left arm exposed and the coolness followed by a needle stick into his arm. He coughed into the gag as he felt his senses being thrown into overdrive. “You have plenty of time to think over my offer and you know what your decision should be.” Rocky was left hanging there in the sleep sack as he heard the soft sounds of the ocean filling his ears. As the special mix of drugs flowed through his body he became open to suggestions he was subliminally hearing within the ocean sounds coming from the head phones. Rocky hung in the sleep sack all day with a raging hard cock and felt as if his senses were on over load. As night time approached Rocky was lowered and removed from his sensory depriving state. Rocky never saw the light of the passing day so he had no clue how long he had been with Dallas. All Rocky knew was that he needed to be at work in the morning. He began to realize the only way out of this was to agree to do the video that Dallas wanted him to take the starring roll. “Dallas, I don’t need to think any longer about your offer. I’ll be the star of your HIV video.” “That’s great news.” Rocky was given some forms to sign before he pssed out again. HIV Induction-The production When Rocky came to he was restrained in a sling in a strange room surrounded by lights and a couple guys with cameras. He looked over and saw Dallas sitting in a director’s chair chatting with a couple guys when he noticed Rocky was awake. Suddenly Dallas called out; “Action!” A skinny guy walked out from behind Dallas with a board in his hands and yelled out; “A Rocky Pozzing, take one.” Rocky was still a little groggy as he struggled a bit to grasp what was happening to him. He ran what the skinny kid had just said over in his head, ‘A Rocky Pozzing….oh my god, are they going to poz me?’ Suddenly Rocky was approached by a muscular man with a biohazard tattoo on his left arm. This guy stepped up between Rocky's legs with an old, used tooth brush in his hand. He rubbed the tooth brush along Rocky’s crack as Rocky shook his head from side to side and begged the man not to do this. “Please don’t poz me, I beg you please don’t do this.” His please were falling on deaf ears as the muscular man began to work the tooth brush into his neg ass. Rocky felt the brush scrape the inside of his ass as the man went to work abrading and opening up his hole for what was to cum. Rocky began to think that maybe this was just an act. That’s it, it was an act and they weren’t letting Rocky in on it so his actions would be seen as being real. Rocky could tell that the tooth brush in his ass was real as it began to sting with every thrust. It began to hurt so much that Rocky couldn’t keep himself from screaming out in pain. “FUCK! You’re killing me with that man, please stop.” The man pulled the, now bloody, tooth brush from the well abraded and abused ass of the restrained Rocky. He made a point of showing it to the camera for dramatic effect before he put it down and called out; “Rocky is ready for pozzing.” From out of no where maybe a dozen muscular men surrounded Rocky when he felt something stick him in his left arm and he let out a cough, then another cough as the man between his legs shoved his cock deep into his bloody ass. Rocky screamed out in pain as the man was only using his own blood for lube. As Rocky was being fucked he noticed that all the men had a biohazard tattoo on their left shoulder. The men surrounding him were feeling him up all over…pinching his nipples, pulling on his balls. By this time Rocky was moaning when one of the men pulled Rocky’s head over so that he could get his dripping cock sucked. The guy fucking Rocky grunted out; “FUCK! I’m gona shoot! FUCK! Take my poz load!” Rocky had no time to react when the guy he was sucking left his mouth to take his turn at fucking him. The first guy who fucked him walked over to Rocky’s head, leaned in to kiss him and whispered in his ear; “You have a sweet ass. I am glad I was the one to take your poz cherry.” This was not an act, it was real. They were pozzing him and filming it. Rocky began to thrash about some more as the second guy fucked him hard and deposited his poz load. Each man deposited a load in Rocky’s ass until the last and final one took his place between Rocky’s legs. Rocky noticed that he seem to have the biggest cock of all, it looked to be over 10” long and had a spiked PA through the tip. The man looked down at him and said; “You ready boy to make sure all that poz cum inside you does the work it’s supposed to do?” Rocky was speechless. His ass was already bloody and sore. He didn’t think he could take one more fucking. The man between his legs rammed the entire length of his cock inside Rocky balls deep in one stroke. Rocky was lost in all the activity. The guy fucking him seemed to take forever to cum. The slam of Tina he was given at the start of the shoot was wearing off when the man leaned in and kissed Rocky deep and hard and whispered to him; “I’ve saved this load for you for over 2 weeks. Its gona be a big one and I have a high viral load. Welcome to the family boy.” Then he hammered home with deep long strokes as sweat poured off his body and dripped onto Rocky. Suddenly he cried out; “OH! OH! FUCK YEAH! FUUUUUUCCKKK!” Rocky was left alone in the sling as the cameras moved around him. One by one they all left leaving Rocky there alone with the skinny kid from the start of the shoot. The kid walked over and took Rocky’s semi hard cock in his mouth and slowly sucked it back to life. Before too long Rocky began to pant and moan out as he was approaching his orgasm. He cried out “FUCK!” as he had the strongest orgasm of his young life and shot the biggest load of his life down the skinny kids throat. The kid left and Rocky drifted off to sleep. Rocky woke up in the front seat of Dallas’ Hummer outside the coffee shop. He was trying to figure out if what happened was all a dream or if it really happened. He went in for work and he was right on time. As the day went on he kept wondering about what had happened the night he spent with Dallas. He looked at the coffee shop owner and thought he had seen him in his dream. He saw numerous faces come through the coffee shop of men he never met before, v but thought he knew from some where. That night when he got home he had a nice meal. His mother asked him how he enjoyed the week he spent with friend. He was puzzled since he felt as if he had only been gone for a single day. Then he headed into the bathroom to strip down to take a shower when he noticed a new biohazard tattoo on his right arm.