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My Boy in the Darkroom My boy and I have an adventurous streak, as you may know from my other stories about the risky sex we have with each other and with strangers. It really turns me on to see him take a fresh raw cock balls deep. Not only does he love it, I love fucking him after he’s been bred. His hole is so opened up and so juicy with seed. Last fall, I was headed out of town for a business trip. He was going to fly to Chicago to meet me and we were going to spend the weekend there, likely getting up to some naughty fun together. We get tested every three months for everything for PrEP and I got my results back before going to the airport. My boy’s results were held up for some reason. While I was at my conference, he messaged me that his HIV test came back inconclusive and he needed to go back to the doctor for a second test. I was surprised the neither of us seemed to freak out about it. But, we decided that if he was going to play either at home or in Chicago, he’d better make his tops bag up just to be responsible. We’re sluts, not heathens. I had one night off midweek and went to the bathhouse. I saw a very sexy tall slim guy with a buzz cut so short he was nearly bald, and a scruffy goatee, covered in tattoos. One on his arm was a full sleeve of tribal patterns. He introduced himself as Hal and bought me a beer at the bar and in our towels, we chatted. I told him about my boy and how we played together and apart, often raw. He pointed to his sleeve, and I recognized one of the flourishes as a stylized biohazard symbol. He told me he was POZ and on and off meds. I told him I was on PrEP, but my boy’s last results were problematic. He offered to make sure they came back positive on the next test. I couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not. He told me he was always there on Saturday nights, so I made a note to bring my boy there. Anyway, he told me he was mostly a top but liked having his ass eaten, so he took me to the darkroom area and I ate his ass. It was slick with a fresh cumload and I lapped it down. He then flipped me over and tried to enter me. I was way too tight to take on his thick eight inches, so I finished him off with my mouth, letting him cum all over my face. I told him my boy was a much better bottom than me. He made note of that saying he’d love to find out. We showered together and fingered each other’s holes. I’m sure he scooped some cum out of his ass and into mine. What a pig. My kind of guy. I knew my boy would like to meet him. My boy had gone back to the doctor end of the day on Friday and then packed and headed to the airport on Saturday morning. He met me at the hotel and we had a nice dinner. He wasn’t freaked out at all and told me that he’d been bad lately about missing doses. The doctor also suggested he refrain from taking PrEP pills until he got back results. So, he’d been missing doses and now hadn’t taken any for nearly a week. I told him about my piggy bathhouse friend and my boy grinned from ear to ear realizing that fucking now would be more risky than usual. After dinner, we went to the room to shower, clean out, and get ready to go to the bathhouse. After we were both really deep cleaned, he fingered some lube into me, just in case. I started fingering lube into his hole, and got hard and wet. I asked if I could seed him to get him opened up and ready for whatever would happen that night. I reminded him that he’d be wise to make guys use protection in case they wanted to fuck him. He agreed and made sure to tuck a few condoms into his little bag with hair gel, shampoo and a comb. We got to the bathhouse and it seemed much more crowded than the night I’d been there. I saw my tattooed friend and he smiled at us. I introduced him to my boy, who was instantly smitten. We all split up to have some fun. I dipped my bare cock into two or three holes but wasn’t in the mood to cum yet. I then went into the darkroom and saw my boy and Hal making small talk in a pool of downlight. My boy smiled at me and told me he’d let four guys fuck him and they’d all worn condoms and came on his ass or in his mouth. Good boy, right? Now my boy was stretched out, but dry inside. I bragged to Hal that I preferred to breed my boy after he had a load or two inside to mix up. Hal winked and offered to get him wet if we’d blow him. My boy and I knelt down and serviced Hal’s big cock. My boy suckled his egg-sized balls when I deep-throated his shaft. I suspected he was about to rawfuck my boy. Since he was already POZ, it couldn’t hurt to breed my boy, unless his results were indeed NEG… I was so hard thinking about that that it distracted me from doing a good job blowing Hal. I stood up and let my boy take over, fisting my own dick. Hal stood my boy up and leaned him over onto a bench. My boy’s upper body was out of the light, but his upturned ass was on full display. Hal lapped at his hole and jammed three long fingers into my boy. When he pulled them out they were slimy with my seed and some globby lube. Hal used that spooge to lube up his cock and stood up. He slapped his raw dick against my boy’s crack, rubbing it up and down. He sunk down on his hips and aimed his cock right at my boy’s hole. He jutted his crotch forward and must have sent the first two inches or so right into my boy’s unprotected hole, now more unprotected than ever. My boy’s back arched and stiffened. He stood up and I could see his conflicted face in the downlight. Hal whispered something in his ear and my boy nodded and bent back over, sending his upper body back into the darkness. Hal jammed two then three fingers on his left hand into my boy’s ass, then switched hands. My boy reached back and spread his cheeks wide. Hal spat on my boy’s hole and then again on his monster cock. Hal stood up and held his cock. Then he pushed forward and slid into my boy, again only one or two inches. It was so hot watching this POZ unmedicated cock entering my boy. Hal rocked his hips forwards and backwards, but never going any deeper. My boy stiffened again and he stood up, his conflicted face not sure what to do. Hal leaned forward and wrapped his tatted arm around my boy’s chest and hissed, ‘I wanna fuck you so bad…’ My boy leaned back and twisted so he could kiss Hal. Know that we rarely kiss guys were fucking around with so it really got me going. Hal grabbed my boy’s cock and stroked him. My boy melted into Hal’s toned chest. In doing so, he let Hal inside him, balls deep, raw. Hal supported himself with an outstretched arm to the wall and my boy reached back to Hal’s lower back, pumping his ass onto Hal’s cock. When my boy thrust forward, I could see his ass keeping a tight grip on Hal’s cock, like it didn’t want to let go. They fucked like that for a few minutes, long enough to attract a crowd. Hal pumped away until his face grimaced and he fired off his load into my boy’s willing guts. Hal backed away and waved me over to them. I knelt down as my boy spread his cheeks. I saw globs of POZ cum ooze out of his hair cunt. I lapped it up and kept as much in my mouth as I could. As I held his face, passing that fresh POZ cum into his mouth, I slid into him. He really was as wet and opened as he’d ever been. His hole felt amazing and shot off deep inside him. As I stepped aside, an older guy lined up behind my boy, with a big pot belly. He growled at Hal, ‘if he’ll let you fuck him raw, what have I got to lose?’ He slid his stubby cock right into my boy’s stretched out cummy hole. I held my boy’s face as the old man pummeled him for about thirty second before adding his load to the mix. A few guys applauded as a beefy furry redhead stepped up. Hal spat on his cock and lined it up with my boy’s hole. The ginger stud fucked for maybe a minute before he came too, deep inside my boy. My boy had had all the cock and cum he could take and leaned onto the bench, on his shoulders facing the room, and spreading his legs. The old man jerked my boy off as Hal squatted and shoved four fingers right up into my boy’s ass. I kissed my boy tenderly as he clenched his eyes shut and fired out his cum. The ginger stud crouched down and took all of my boy’s seed onto his face. Some got in his eyes, but he didn’t seem bothered. Hal suggested we all go for a shower and figure out if we were in need of a break or done for the night. We swung by the lockerroom. My boy checked his phone and saw a message from the doctor, ‘GOOD NEWS. TEST RESULTS BACK. YOU’RE NEGATIVE FOR HIV-1 AND HIV-2.’ He rolled his eyes and said, ‘Well. I was as of yesterday…’ He then winked at me, took Hal’s hand, and headed back to the darkroom.

I have a fantasy; One day I'm horny as fuck in a new apartment in a sketchy neighborhood. I hadn't realized when I moved in it was SO sketchy and that I was next to a black drug dealer. I'd seen the Boss and his buddies coming and going. All of them were huge bull studs, 6'6", 250 -300 lbs of solid rippling muscle, not an ounce of fat on any of them. I try to be friendly wherever I go, always helps to have good neighbors. Now, I'm a really small guy, 5'3", 140 lbs, very compact, solid, defined. I'm very well hung for my size, a real 8"x6" that gets titanium hard when I'm turned on. I'm lightly furry, nice thick 5 I clock shadow and generally considered a nice catch when out cruising. Because I have a deep voice most guys think I'm an exclusive top. I'm quite versatile though but my secret is I'm a size king. I do enjoy partying and when I do I love to bottom for big dicks. I've never told anyone it was too big, so when I saw these massive bulls my hole started to pulse, and my tongue must have been dragging on the ground salivating. I didn't realize I'd been staring so hard when one of the biggest brutes came over to me "Sup, you new to da hood, bro. What a whi' boy lak yew doin heah?". His voice was a profound deep basso, my hole twitched even more. I told him I just moved to the city and was looking for a great flat in a funky neighborhood, it was a great place and the price couldn't be beat, so I took it. Guy stuck out a hand the size of a dinner plate and rumbled "mAh name is Tee, I'm da boss round heah. You ain't 'fraid?" I told him I might be small but I could handle myself and I liked edgy neighborhoods and my flat seemed very secure. Tee rumbled "You parTEE, boy? " I knew exactly what he said and the inflection it conveyed, my hole went wild, clutching and spasming! I tried to be cool and said cautiously " I like 420, and sometimes some other things". Tee said,"It Fridee, we parTEE all weekend. You come by Tonite, we get down, heah? WelCUM yew to da hood". I gulped said as calmly as I could "sure, see you later.* When I shook his hand his huge paw completely engulfed mine. As I turned to go back inside my place I heard him say quietly to on of his cohorts "Lookit da pussy on dat boi, damn.." I pride myself on my physical condition and work out regularly, especially on my legs and butt. Around 6 I started a very long involved clean out. I really didn't know if this was a meet and greet or a total depraved fuck fest, so I decided to be prepared for whatever. By 8 I saw some of Tee's buddies arriving. Jesus, those guys were BIG! They were all thickly muscled, all had tank tops or skin tight T shirts that showed off incredible physiques. It was not.lost on me that they all wore loose sweats or basketball shorts. Despite the looseness it looked like there were baseball bats swinging fro their crotches. I noticed that every one arriving were all male, no girls. I couldn't clean out any more, all was clear. I put on the tightest jeans I had, which showed my front and rear to best advantage. Ioved how the seat was so right it rubbed on my hole, barely containing how horny I was! Knocked on the door, when it opened a totally opaque wedge of very strong pot came out into the cool night air. When the smoke cleared a massive hulking bull stepped out and rumbled " Tee said dere waz a new neighbor. Ahm Gee, hiz podner" Another dinner plate sized had engulfed mine. Then he said "Yew cute" and with that, he picked me up, brought my face even with his and gave me a long deep sensual kiss!" While he kissed me he passed a pill that was on his tongue to my mouth,I knew it was X. At the same time he reached around with his free hand and sensuously squeezed my butt; Oh, this was going to be some be evening. I was walked into the living room, where there were 2 other huge black muscle bulls on the couch. On the coffee table was a cornucopia of drugs piled high. I saw Tee in a thick haze of pot smoke, puffing on a huge joint the size of a cigar. "Yo, bro, you here, coo". Took a big toke on the joint, passed it to me. "Get in the groove, man" I took a pretty hefty toke, then started coughing uncontrollably. Man, that shit was strong; Just the one time made me dizzy. Still coughing, I sat down. Tee handed me a glass, said "Gatorade. Help that cough, drink it all down". I immediately tasted a VERY strong G dose, and the X was working already. Man, these guys were heavies! I drank the G down as fast as I could. One of the bulls said,"Man, it warm in heah" and stripped off his shirt. Holy Shit! The guy was ripped! One by one the others took off their tops. All were like ripped muscle gods! "Yo, bro, I bet you warm too ain't"cha? I was warm, took off my skin tight T shirt. "Nice body for a small guy, but yew don' look so small in front there, bro." By now I could see much clearer outlines of the rapidly expanding organs in their pants. Fuck! It looked like base ball bats! By now I'm really hot and shucked off my jeans. I had no underwear so everything was on display. Tee boomed. "Dayum, bou, yew nice all ovah."T time!". I smiled because I knew exactly what he meant. A huge bong on the table had it's large bowl filled with completely clear shards, torch was lit, Tee took a massive hit, held it in, motioned me over, planted his lips on mine and exhaled. At the same time I felt one if his thick fingers at my hole smeared with lube and pushed what I knew was a large rock deep in me. I writhed as it burned but very quickly I was enveloped in another huge shotgun from Gee this time.Fumbling around, I wanted to feel what was in those shorts. Oh My GOD! This thing was HUGE and it wasn't even fully hard yet! I was moaning when one of the other bulls came by and shotgunned me again and shoved another rock in me! Oh fuck, what had I gotten myself in to?!? I was REALLY FLYING! The X, the G, the booty rocks, all those shotguns, my hole was ravenous! Oh GOD I wanted them to brutally gang fuck me until I was ruined! I couldn't talk. All four of them were feeling me all over, they were stuffing 3 and 4 thick fingers stretching my hole, but I wanted the REAL THING. I started to speak but all that came out was a gutteral incoherent croak. Tee whispered in my ear. " Ah think yo bout ready for dick ain't you? You NEED big black thug dick up yo pussy doncha?" I made a gutteral sound and nodded my head. All the time this huge brute was massaging and teasing my hole with the tips of his fingers. I finally managed to croak out. "PLEASE FUCK ME! I CAN'T STAND IT! PLEEEASE!." Tee looked at me with a look of pure animal lust. "Jus one mo thing. He whipped the towel off a nearby tray and there were 5 points, all loaded to 0.5. I had never done more than a 0.35 before and I thought that was too much. I knew the dope these guys has wasn't cut at all; I tried to speak but couldn't form the words that I wanted/didn't want it, NEEDED it, but still didn't want it. Tee cooed in my ear. "Just relax, baby, we gon take good care o dat pussy," and he stroked my hole opening, sending electric shocks that made me twitch. While he was stroking my opening on of the other guys had tied off my arm and swabbed it. Gee came up with the syringe and since he was a phlebotomist, got immediate registration, pushed the plunger all the way in and unsnapped the tourniquet. WHAM! OH MY FUCKING GOD! FUCK ME!" I screamed. At the same time all the guys dropped their shorts. I couldn't speak, I was on a Mach 10 rocket to the stars and couldn't believe how freaking huge they all were. One by one each one pointed. When they did their cocks came to full mast. How were they going to fit without damaging me. That thought fled in a second, then the HUNGER took over. I couldn't form words. I saw Tee take a turkey baster filled with lube, gently inserted it in me and squeezed the bulb till the tube was empty, then I saw Tee liberally smear his mammoth organ with a thick coating of lube. An open bottle of real anyl was shoved under my nose and was commanded. "Breathe till I tell you to stop!". I took 5 huge huffs, then Tee placed the apple sized head of his cock and pushed. I was in awe as my hole swallowed it, and a third of his cock. Tee groaned "Oh baby...baby that so good...so hot, so tight". My hole clutched and spasmed around the Incredible girth. I took 5 more huge hits of poppers, felt my hole go completely slack and the rest of the 13 inch cock slid in to the base. I could only make gutteral fragments of words. "Uhh, ooh, uuhh, big, ohh, good" Then summoning all my concentration I screamed "FUCK ME! OH GOD! FUCK ME!". Tee pulled out almost to the head, then slowly slide back in. There was pain, but it was immediately replaced with THE HUNGER. Tee went in and out for a couple minutes, slowly picking up the pace, until he had a good rhythm going. Then, suddenly, he yanked it completely out with a loud wet squishing sound. I went nuts! "OOHH NOOO! PLEEEASE DON'T TAKE IT OUUT! OH, MORE! MORE!." Tee rammed it in deep. By now my hole had no resistance. Tee roared "OH FUCK, BABY, GONNA NUT!," rammed it in all the way. I could feel his cock pulsing and felt the hot jets of cum coat my insides. When he pulled out with a loud wet POP. I could see thick strings of cum drooling from my distended cunt. Immediately one of the other bulls grease up by and plug his fencepost sized cock in to the hilt. And it started all over again. Through the night they all took turns and I was alternating whimpering and screaming for MORE! Finally, just at dawn, they finished. They had each cum me 4 or 5 huge loads. I don't know where they got it from. They all knew they were extraordinarily huge and although they were vigorous they were never violent. They knew that an accomodating bottom was difficult to find. They wanted me for more! They carried me back next door to my house and tucked me in. Before they left Tee whispered in my ear. "Baby, you got the Grade A pussy. We want you back if you want. My eyes got wide. "I want it again!". Tee kissed me deeply. "We be in touch, whi' boy".I slept the rest of the weekend. 2 weeks later there's a knock at my door Thursday evening. It was Gee, says "You ready fo sum parTEE tomorrow night. I just nodded my head. "Same time, place and grabbed my ass and squeezed "Same good pussy"

I like to positive reinforce sluts so I thank them for their services every now and then.

Anyone else here into chubby guys. I have been for a long time and always wanted to be. Hated always being kinda skinny. Recently gained about 30lbs past few months and love it and want to keep it going. Last few days I've had random dude online pay for food for me at places and I go pick it up because they want to see me get heavier and thicker and get a big round ass to fuck and I'm finding it unbelievably hot. Wondering if anyone else here into this. Last night had a guy get me pizza on the condition I sent back pics of me eating and showing my ass.

I lay there in the dark. I could just see shapes in front of me. I was on a leather mattress, one of three next to each other. A guy I could see was lying next to me. Like me he had his ass open to the sky, to anyone. My ass was open to anyone as well. But it was open to Poz guys more than anyone else. I didn’t want to discriminate. But to me I needed Poz cum. Only 30 minutes before I was on my iPhone typing my position and area on my iPhone. The ad I placed in Barebackrt was very specific. “ Poz guys only to breed Neg guy not on Prep in dark room at Bathhouse. Please bareback Poz with the words not on Meds Poz” time and place. Here I was 30 mins later lying on my stomach in the dark . My asshole was lubed. Every other minute I sniffed poppers. My cock was irrelevant. It is an intense experience lying in the dark, sniffing poppers, watching shadows in front of you. The guy next to me was as still as a plank. Part of me wanted to check his pulse. When a guy came near him and start to fuck him, he hardly made a sound. You could feel men’s hands feel your ass and legs ,finger your hole. Random men . But I wanted something else . Something more . I waited. It seemed like forever and not long at all. A guy was feeling my leg in the dark. It was slow . He got to my ass and seemed to linger around my hole. Suddenly a voice came out of the darkness” Not on Meds , Poz” That was it . Nothing for a moment, as I breathed harder. Suddenly I felt wetness, Then I felt hardness. Then pain , then pleasure. Next to me the voice again.” You got more than you bargained for . Take that Poz cock.” He pushed it in hard. I had an intake of breath. We both stopped for a moment . Then a voice. “ “You sure you want this?. No turning back” He almost impaled me and I answered almost in a scream. “ Give me your Poz DNA.” He breathed against my neck. “ Your a fucking slut” “ Yes” I responded. The guy fucking me laughed. Then loudly he said to anyone in the room “ This slut wants to be fucked Poz, full of Poz cum. No self respect. He deserves everything he gets. Load him up with anything”. With his elbow he pushed me down. “I will be back”. He got off me. Emptiness. This was only for a minute or so . “ Fuck bitch you want fucking AIDS!!” In short jabbing movements the next guy did not care. “ Been Poz 3 weeks you will fucking have this Pozzz” He trailed off. He had cum. So quickly. He managed to say “ Slut” as he left me but he disappeared as quickly as he came. I felt myself smile. This is heaven.This is the meaning of life. Another voice. “ No meds, Poz” this guy just grunted, again and again pushing into me. “ Fuck slut you are Poz “ He came abruptly. Next to me the other guy being bottomed moved. He put his hand on my shoulder”. I need to cum “ He said. “ I have no idea what I am . If I have it or not. Never been tested”. “Please fuck me “ I replied. He moved on top of me and started to pound hard my ass . “ I need to cum .Fuck this is so hot. Fuck you are so we wet. Fuuck!”. He had cum. He breathed against my neck. He stayed there for the longest time and then moved” Hope you get what you want” He said as he left. I was still smiling to myself in the darkness when I heard a familiar voice. Gruffly he announced to the shadows . “Have you had your fill of Poz cum slut? “ “ Never” I replied. “Please fill me up with more” He rammed into me hard. I panted into the mattress. “I am close ,slut. You are going to be Charged Poz. Fuck you are going to have dirty seed in you. Take that Poz seed! “ We both lay there. “You are going to have to go out of this Dark room eventually. People are milling around out the door to see who the Poz loving cum dump is. I smiled to myself. I had achieved wanted I was a Poz loving cum dump in a Bathhouse darkroom.

Toilet sex was always the best. When I was young and sometimes shamefully picky. I recall 2 old men, who was always cottaging/cruising in this particular toilet, i was very young, and they did everything possible to touch suck me etc, always turned them down. One day something must have changed, i actually let one the men, touch me, then suck me, he was groaning as was I . The other guy stuck his tongue in my mouth and was deep tonguing me, feeling me and pushing my joggies further down, stroking my arse, i was in ecstacy, which resulted in me getting fucked by both and sucking them spit roasted in front of piss stinking piss stones, it was awesome, but they were great fucks. This resulted in me in future letting these ugly troll types doing me and if there was other men there similar, them too, sometimes I would have 4 or 5 trolls that I would service with my arse or mouth or both, awesome..

I sometimes thank a cumdump after I use it but usually in a way that reminds them of their cheapness. I will say thank slut or thanks faggot thanks for the hole cumdump. Sometimes l just spit in its face when I'm finished using its hole.

I never thank them. They're doing as told, and are more than happy to please. Not sure who's taking more pleasure. But I might thank them for taking all those loads from the ugly ones who would never have a chance to burst their spunk if there were no cumdumps. Thanks for your community service, but don't expect a thank you for pleasing me.

My Blindfolded Boy Tricks Me My boy and I both get off on sharing his hole with new guys. I had been travelling a lot for work lately, leaving him to hunt for his own fresh cock. We were both on PrEP and rarely missed a dose. I was home for the week and got a text saying that his meds had been delivered, I went to the mailbox, but it was open and empty. We ordered a replacement, but they said it would take some time to arrive, so I split my pills with him so he wouldn’t miss a dose, then I was off to the airport again. About two weeks later, the replacement pills were due to show up, but, again, he told me, they were stolen from the mailbox before he could grab them. Now, we were both going to start missing doses. Added to that, he’d been going out night after night and I knew he was getting barebacked regularly by a few NEG friends and some strangers. He called me very late one night to let me know he was bringing a new buddy home to fuck him, a sexy dark-skinned guy named Chris. They hadn’t discussed his status, but assumed he was POZ. I asked that he take pics. Within twenty minutes, I had about five pics of a musceled guy slapping his impressive cock in my boy’s face and then it resting against his furry ass crack. He sent me one of the guy’s dick straining against a condom, then one of that wrapped dick forced into his hole. Then one of a ripped condom on his ass cheeks with a fresh load squirted all over his crack, possibly even some leaking out of his puffy red hole. I replied with some horny words of encouragement, but didn’t hear back from him that night. I wondered if they went for another round. The next morning, we texted and he told me that he’d told the guy he was missing PrEP doses, so the guy thought it would be safer to wrap up, but that he was pretty sure he got bred at least a little before he pulled out and accounced that the condom had broken. I was getting hard just hearing about it, and my boy knew it. He told me that the guy was interested in meeting up sometime to play again, maybe raw. I was home a few days later and made it home late to find my boy gone. I texted him saying that I was back and after a while, he replied that he was heading home; he’d been out with some buddies, likely taking loads. When he walked in, I tore his clothes off and bent him over the sofa. I spread his cheeks and dove my tongue into his ass, only a little surprised to see it used and slick. I lapped at his hole and out seeped gobs of fresh cum. I gladly ate it from his cumdump ass and slurped it down. I slammed my dick into him and pulled out a few times to see rivers of seed drooling onto my cock. I knew he’d been raw-fucked at least a few times. I bred him and we made out out on the couch as he told me about his evening. He’d gone to the bar with some guys, and was about to head home with them when Chris appeared. The guys invited them both, and all took turns fucking my boy at their place. We both knew the guys, and they were on PrEP. They all bred him raw except Chris who started with a rubber on, but, again, it broke, and he pulled out to cum on his ass rather than in it. We cuddled as I fingered his cunt, and he said we should really meet up together with Chris soon. He told me that Chris had a fantasy about fucking a guy blindfolded, and that he’d love to try that out sometime. The next day, on the way home from work, I stopped by a bookstore and bought a new leather blindfold for my boy. I gave it to him after dinner and his eye twinkled. I asked if he wanted to break it in, but he said he’d rather wait for Chris’ massive likely-POZ cock. That Friday night, my boy arranged for Chris to meet us at the bar. The guys who had bred my boy the last weekend were there, but he told them he was spoken for for the night. Chris was hot, maybe half-black, half-latin, but all sexy. Big furry pecs and well-developed arms. It looked like his shorts were about to burst with his hefty package too. My boy introduced us and then went to the bar to grab some beers. Chris and I chatted about my boy’s hot ass and willingness to get fucked by big dicks, especially raw. He told me that he’d recently converted and hadn’t gotten to an undetectible place yet, hence his hesitation to breed my boy, especially after hearing out both of us missing PrEP doses lately. The chat was getting me hard when my boy came back and we clinked beer bottles. We leaned against the bar, me and Chris reaching our hands down to grab and eventually finger my boy’s ass. I left Chris’ fingers to play with my boy’s hole as I went to get another round of beers. When I came back, my boy was writhing as Chris jammed three fingers up his hole. We quickly downed the beers and headed to a cab back to our place. When we got back, my boy stripped Chris naked, and out plopped a sizeable eight inch uncut tool. I undressed myself as Chris egged him on. I stood next to Chris and my boy dove onto my own impressivly thick six inch dick. Chris noticed the leather blindfold and put it over my boy’s eyes. He then grabbed a cockring out of his jeans and motioned for me to put it on. Chris led my boy to our bed, on his belly and face fucked him. When he needed a break, I took over. We switched back and forth until my boy turned over on his back and grabbed his ankles revealing his hole ready for fucking. Chris knelt down and licked his ass. We took turns, making out into my boy’s ass. I slapped my dick against my boy’s ass and he did the same. Chris went back to his clothes and pulled out a condom. He held it up as if to ask if he should put it on. I begrudingly nodded, ‘yeah…’ and he dutifully put it on. He slapped it on my boy’s hole and slid halfway in. He pulled out and I slid in halfway… My boy reached down to my cock and said, ‘no fair… If one of you is raw and the other isn’t, I can tell you apart… Sort of makes the blindfold pointless, right?’ I told him he had a point… Chris shook his head, ‘no,’ like he wasn’t going to fuck my boy bareback with his POZ cock. I shrugged and got a condom out of the bedside table and put it on. Chris dove back in, liberally lubing up his sheathed condom. He pummeled my boy’s ass until he needed a breather, I fucked my boy as hard as Chris hard, noticing how his cockring plumped up my cock. We took turns back and forth for a while. ‘I need cum!’ my boy groaned. Chris was fucking him and started to pull out. My boy wrapped his hands around Chris’ hips, ‘no baby… I know it’s you. You can breed me…’ Chris tried to pull back but my boy’s fingers had grabbed the rubber and were pulling it off his cock. I tore my own condom off as Chris backed away. I fucked a minute or two until I was so close. I wanted to go a few more seconds, so I pulled out. Chris slapped his raw POZ cock on my boy’s ass, and he scooted forward until he mounted that dick. Chris began spurting immediately. He shot ropes of hot cum into my boy’s slack pussy and backed away in horror. I lunged forward and pushed that POZ cum deep into my boy before adding my own. My boy curled up into a ball, still blindfolded and played with his cummy hole. ‘Wow, baby, ‘You came a lot… We should let Chris cum in the condom now…’ Chris was still rockhard and grabbed a fresh condom and rolled it on. My boy lay on his side while Chris slid into my boy’s slick hole and hammered hard. My boy groaned in pleasure. Chris’ pace slowed and I knew he was cumming. When he pulled out, the now-shredded condom was around the base of his cock. He’d bred my boy twice with his newly-toxic seed. My boy curled up and fell asleep. Chris and I shared a beer, with him quietly apologizing for cumming twice in my boy’s ass. I told him it was okay, and hot… He pulled himself together and got dressed and left. I went back to our room. My boy still had the blindfold on, and I was still hard. ‘Hey baby,’ he murmered. ‘Thanks for letting him fuck me…’ I told him, honestly, that it was hot. He told me he was glad we’d both rubbered up for the fucking but he was so glad he took my load at the end… I wanted to come clean about Chris breeding him first, so I told him. He took the blindfold off and nodded. ‘Yeah. About that… That was the plan the whole time. That cockring made you bigger, but I could tell it was him I took the condom off of… Thank you for not stopping it’ My dick was fully hard again. ‘He bred you twice, you know…’ He nodded. I put the blidfold back on him. ‘And now, you’ll get my second load too!’

@DarkroomTaker - holy crap!! This is my younger FWB thing as well. Nice to see there is someone else out there that enjoys this kinda play. He loves that I'm a business exec and he always asks me to start off our play session ..... in my office clothes. Of course, clothes don't last long and I typically end up leaving on a jock, dress shoes and socks... in fact, when he runs the camera POV in some of our home made videos, he often focuses the camera down onto his and mine shoes and socks. He says it really turns his crank. He is a fan of the Men at Play series of porn. Any of the videos that I have seen, the top is wrapped, so part of our role play is him topping the exec Daddy raw and I beg him to seed and breed my ass. He always shoots harder on 'dress up' fuck days. Grin. Cheers

I am 56 and a total bottom. I am cool with guys my own age, but I get way more attention from young tops. Before COVID, I had a steady fuckbuddy who was 18 and another who was 32.

I may have found my match. A guy that is a very seldom fuck hooked up with me last week for a quick pump and dump on his way home. He is really not very impressive but I was in it for the DNA. After he came we made some small talk and it came up that he had a guy that would be interested in me and would it be ok if I gave him my number. I said sure. Due to Covid a lot of my regulars are not available. He said his name was Brad and he would be calling or texting me. As a bottom I don’t really ask details about the guy. Either way I will be taking his dna so I just hope for the best. About three days later I got a text from Brad asking what my availability was. Nothing more that that I’m the text. I told him nights and weekends and he didn’t answer back. I thought that maybe I didn’t work for him and didn’t think any more about it. Yesterday in the morning I received another text from Brad saying he wanted to meet up in the afternoon. He didn’t ask if I was available it state it in the form of a question so i was a little taken a back. I love a man that takes charge and is masculine that likes clear gender roles. I wasn’t sure if it was just his communication style or he was that kind of man. I answered back that I would be available after 1:00pm. I was taking a half day and can meet him or he can cum by. He didn’t answer back again so I just went in with my day. Around 11:30 he said I can cum to him and he gave me his address. At this point I wasn’t sure what I was going there for. A date? To be bred? Was he going to kill me and chop me up into little pieces? I went home early. Douched again to make sure I was ready for anything and headed off to his place. He lives surprisingly close to me. About a 15 minute walk. His house was normal and he lived in a decent neighborhood. I knocked on the door and Brad answered. Totally my type. Tall dark hair and handsome. He asked me in and I walked in. I was a little nervous because I didn’t know what was going to happen. He had some edm music in and told me to come over and sit on the couch. I sat down and he asked if I wanted anything to drink. I don’t know why I said it because I rarely drink beer but I asked for one. He came back with two beers and we sat and chatted a bit. Asked each other’s stats. He is 6’3. 220, 48 years old. I told him mine and he said he likes smaller guys like me. We talked for a while and it was very easy. He had a lot of similar interests and goals. I could tell he was dominant by his movements towards me and how he asked me questions. As a cum dump bottom I had to restrain myself not to get down between his legs and start to suck his cock. He was in charge. He made his move by simply leaning over and gently kissing me on the lips. This made my pussy gape open wanting him to breed me. I used restraint and waited for his next move. He leaned back on the couch and said come here. I moved to him and he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss. He really knows how to kiss. I instinctively grabbed his muscular biceps and held on. He picked me up my the waste and set me down facing him on his lap. My pussy and his cock found each other through our clothes. He kissed me some more then pushed my head down to his crotch. I just smelled his cock through his shorts and he unbuttoned them and said “take it out”. You don’t have to tell me twice. I pulled out what may have only been 8 inches but it was really thick. I knew it wasn’t more than I could handle in either hole. He has a 0 gage pa and was precumming a lot. I started sucking his cock and he tasted great. While I was sucking he took his shirt off. I looked up for approval of my sucking and checked him out. He has a beautiful hairy chest with pierced nipples. I wanted to put my face in his chest and suck on his nipples but I was not in charge. I kept sucking until he told me to “cum up here”. I started crawling up his body putting my face in his fur. He put his hand on the top of my head and stopped me when I got to his nipple. I put it in my mouth and started to suck. I had my nose buried in his chest hair. I could smell that he didn’t wear deodorant and it really turned me on. After a while he pulled me up to kiss me again on the lips. He tasted great. While kissing he slid his hand down the back of my shorts. He pulled his hand out and put his two middle fingers in my mouth. I know the drill so I sucked on them good. He pulled his fingers out and started kissing me again. He slid his hand back down my shorts and aggressively put his fingers in my pussy. As a bottom this is when I start to get really happy. Men don’t finger your pussy if they are not going to breed you. He slid my shorts down with his other hand keeping his fingers inside me. We kept kissing and he used his free hand to take my shirt off. He stopped kissing me and told me to stand up. I did as he told me and he stood up too. His beautiful cock was almost to my neck. I took it in my hand and leaned over to suck it again. After a couple of minutes he said cum with me. His pure masculinity, his smell, his cock, I would have followed him into a burning building at this point. He lead me down the hall to his bed. He told me to climb on the bed on all 4’s. I gladly did and put my pussy in the air. He got down and ate me for what felt like hours. I am sure I was gaping when he came up for air. He stood up behind me and put his cock to my cunt. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on me then slid in. He made that man groan that makes you open up to receive him. He fucked me good until I heard him groan and hold his cock in me deep. All bottoms will agree that there is nothing like that feeling. He didn’t care if I came or even touch my dick. He pulled out and lates on the bed. I crawled up left to him and put my head in his arm pit. His smell is so intoxicating. I sucked his cock and we talked throughout the night. I told him I had to get home. I didn’t but I wanted him to want more. He rolled me over on my side and spit on my pussy. He spit on his hand and rubbed his cock again. He slit in me and bred me a second time. When he finished I said I should get going and with all my strength tried to keep his load in me as I put on my clothes. I kissed his goodby and walked home. I wanted to type this out before I forgot all the details. I think he is my perfect match.

It was late when the bar closed we headed back to our tent. We had mostly drank but we also had a few pot breaks out in back too. The buzz felt good and once inside our tent, both of us were sound asleep in minutes and didn't wake until we heard noises outside the tent the next morning. We laid on our sleeping bags and Louis was the first to speak. "Fuck you smell good" he said and a moment later had his face in my armpit. His tongue was going crazy, licking every hair he could find. Louis rolled onto his back and let out a chuckle. "God, I love doing that" Louis said. It was a little cool out so we put on jeans and tees and headed to the bar to grab some breakfast. We took our spots at the bar and Joey was there with two cups of coffee in a flash. "Ready to get the cuffs off?" Joey asked with a grin. "Not quite yet" Louis replied before I could even start to say anything. Sheepishly, I replied "What he said." While we ate our breakfast and chatted with Joey, I could tell that some of the guys were already getting ready to go back home. "Eat up, we don't want to miss our chance" I said quietly to Louis. With the last few bites down, we got up and headed out the back door. Once outside, I pulled Louis over near the grill and said "We might have time for one or two more. You want to do them solo or together?" "I bet we are probably thinking of the same guy, so lets tag team him" Louis replied with a sly grin, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tucking the top of it in his back pocket. We walked over toward the river and quickly glanced at the mirror smooth water. I turned around and the tent at the site was laying flat, ready to fold and roll up. There was a small duffel bag that looked like it was stuffed full lying next to a folded camp chair. But no one was there. I looked down the row and saw the older guys looking back at me, talking to each other and pointing towards Louis and I. I chuckled as they watched to see what we were up to. Glancing back toward the bar and the attached shower rooms I saw our target. Dressed in some ratty sweatpants and flip-flops, he looked freshly cleaned and probably had spent the last hour shaving and trimming what body hair he had grown in the past day on his chest, abs and face that weren't exactly where he wanted it. Who knows, maybe he even trimmed his pubes. "There he is. You take the right side of the path and I'll take the left" I told Louis urgently. We headed down the path back towards the bar and approached our cocky cub. He really wasn't paying attention, so it was easy for us to each grab an arm and start dragging him back toward our tent. "What the fuck!" he yelled out. He struggled a bit, but with a firm grip on his arms we had good control of him. "Luke, it seems you have a reputation around here of disappearing so you can't get fucked by the Friday night bottoms. I heard you did it the last 3 years, so now it's payback time" I growled as we dragged him down the road. I had barely finished talking and a couple of the frat guys came up and lifted his feet and helped us carry the cocky SOB to the playground. "You can't fuckin do this. Saturday is over!" he yelled out. "If you look closer, you can see we still have the cuffs on. And the rules say until we give em up, anyone is fair game. And right now, you're our prey" Louis said. Luke squirmed and yelled, but all that did was attract a bigger crowd. Some had their camping gear in their arms, ready to load up and leave, but decided to see what we were up to. We got to the fuck tree and with some help got him tied up. He was still twisting and fighting anyone that was trying to tie him up but a couple guys did get his sweats off. I noticed a spreader bar hanging from a rack nearby and in a few minutes had his ankles separated and secured. "I ain't no fuckin' pussy boy. You better not try an' fuck me!" he barked. "You know the rules for the Pig Poke, Luke. Friday night you get to fuck unless you're the pig. The rest of the weekend, you might end up being the one getting poked. It's not your choice, it's ours. So, you better learn how to be a good little bottom and learn fast. If you make it tough on us, then its gonna hurt a whole lot more" I said as I watched the group circle around the tree. "Fuck him good. He took off last year just as I was about to nab him" a thin, bald guy in his mid 40s with a large cross tattoo on his chest said. I hadn't noticed him before, but I could see the fire in his eyes from twenty feet away. "Last year's bottom, I guess" I said to myself. Louis rubbed the bulge in his shorts as he walked up behind Luke. Louis gave a hard slap to each butt cheek and then spread them apart. He spit a couple times on Luke's hole and started to work it into Luke's virgin-tight hole with his fingers. I heard the crowd muttering and giving Louis encouragement. There was a determined look in Louis' eyes that I hadn't seen before but he wasn't being a total animal with Luke either. He spit a few more times and kept twisting his fingers until Luke had settled down. Luke stopped tugging and twisting his wrists and realized that my knot making skills were good enough to keep him tied to the tree until I said he could go. I wondered if he would stay still when he felt that first cock go into his ass or if he'd fight it off. The crowd seemed to be a little antsy wanting to see Luke take some dick so I gave Luke's face a light slap with the face of my palm and said "Be a good boy" before I walked behind Louis. Wrapping my arms around his bare chest I whispered into Louis' ear "Enjoy popping his cherry, he might be a virgin bottom." My hands roamed down his chest and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall to his feet. Today he was going commando and I felt his rigid cock spring free. Louis stepped one boot out of his shorts and moved a little closer to Luke. Removing his fingers, Louis used both hands to spread Luke's ass apart and aimed the tip of his drooling cock right at Luke's hole. "Oh, fuck no! Please! NO!" Luke begged, but it didn't deter Louis. He spit another glob of saliva on to Luke's hole and pushed in. I gave Louis' nip a pinch and a slap to his ass and stepped aside to watch Luke get deflowered. Louis gave another push and stood there a moment. The gasp from Luke's mouth told me he knew he was now taking his first dick. He began breathing harder and shaking his head 'no' when Louis started to rock his hips in and out. "Oh god no" he sobbed as Louis worked his cock deeper with each stroke. Louis held on to his hips and gave another thrust and held himself fully planted inside Luke's ass. The grin on Louis' face was epic and showed how much he was enjoying Luke wrapped around his cock. He stood there a few seconds longer than the crowd wanted and I heard a few guys start chanting "Fuck him!" I kind of guessed that Louis was trying to hold off and not blow his load too soon, but relented and began plowing Luke's hole. His pace picked up quickly and soon he was giving a good, firm drilling. Luke's sobs continued while he tried to brace himself against the tree. I didn't leave enough slack in the rope for him to get both hands on the steel rod that was bored into the tree so at first he alternated hands holding on. "Stop... Please" begged Luke while Louis kept fucking. Louis growled quietly as his thrusts got a little more erratic. Looking around, I spotted the 40's tatted guy from last year's Poke and wandered over to him. Wrapping my arm around his shoulder, I leaned in and whispered "You're next. Fuck him like you wanted to last year." He got a big toothy smile on his face before he slowly crept up next to Louis. While I watched Louis get closer and closer to orgasm I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. "You gonna let all the guys that tried to nail him the past three years do him?" Joey asked quietly. Turning my head, I replied "Just the Friday night bottoms or we'd be here all day." Joey chuckled and then walked away. I heard the familiar grunting as Louis shoved his cock in deep and shot several ropes of cum inside Luke's no longer virgin chute. Most of the guys cheered as they realized that Louis had bred Luke. Once the last shot of cum had been deposited, Louis gave one more thrust and pulled out. He backed away a little and last year's bottom moved in. I couldn't hear what he told Luke, but Luke yelled out "FUCK!!! NOOOO!!!!" I had to chuckle, but now Luke knew Louis and I weren't the only one using him today. You could tell that the otter wasn't a regular top. His motions were haggard and kind of frantic. Maybe it was leftover frustration from last year but he was finally getting to fuck Luke. I could tell he was churning up the cum inside Luke, since I could hear it even from fifteen feet away. One of the guys was cleaning off Louis' cock and I could see Louis change his focus back and forth from Luke to his cocksucker. I was watching Luke get drilled when suddenly I heard Joey's voice right behind me. "I found the other two guys. They're all yours if you want 'em" Joey said discretely in my ear. Looking back I saw Sam, the younger guy that took over bartending from Joey when I fucked him the night before and one of the black guys. Reaching back, I pulled both of them forward, wrapping my arms around each one and then pulled them in close. "I want him sloppy when I fuck him. You guys want to help?" I said. Both nodded before breaking into big grins. The guy fucking Luke was slowing down, but each thrust was harder. The growl that came from the guy surprised every one of us. "You guys pick who's next" I said, looking back and forth at the guys next to me. "You go first, Bobby. I know you want some payback" Sam said to the black guy. "Yeah" Bobby said as he walked toward Luke while the guy fucking him gave a few last thrusts. Pushing his shorts off, Bobby began to stroke his long thin cock. He leaned over and looked straight at Luke's face. "Remember me? I'm the guy you called a 'worthless black pussy boi' that you fucked a couple years ago. I just hope you take dick better than you give it, cuz I'm gonna plant my babies deep inside that racist cunt" he told Luke. Several guys chuckled and one yelled out "You're in for a treat. When he goes deep in your ass you can almost feel it in the back of your throat!" Louis was pulling his shorts up when the tatted guy pulled out. He looked over at Bobby and winked, saying "Gawd, that's a nice piece of meat. I'd love to take it some time, but enjoy that tight, cummy hole." He backed away and was standing next to me a few seconds later, watching the show. The guy that had cleaned Louis' cock started to crawl toward the tatted guy, but wasn't fast enough as Trey got a shove from his dad and was on his knees licking like a starved puppy on the tatted guy's cock. Bobby was drilling Luke like he was possessed. Grunts and whimpers were coming out of Luke's mouth as their bodies slammed together. He pulled all the way out, dragging a large glob of cum with his cock which landed on the ground below Luke's ass. After a few moments, he shoved back in to the hilt and ground his body on Luke's ass cheeks. Bobby pulled out and slammed back in again, slapping Luke's butt as he bottomed out. The grin on Bobby's face told me that we were about to see a different side of Bobby and sure enough, he started hammering Luke's ass faster and harder than before. The puddle of cum under Luke's ass was growing as Bobby drilled him. Suddenly he stopped with his cock buried in deep. He pulled his whole body back and paused a moment before slamming back in. Luke let out a scream and Bobby did the same thing again. Luke screamed again, but wasn't quite as shrill this time. Bobby let out a cackle and slammed in one more time, letting out a loud howl as his body shook. His orgasm lasted a good minute and I was sure he had replaced all the cum that he had forced out. Sam was nervously stroking his cock next to me and I whispered into his ear "Relax, you'll be fine." "I don't fuck much and everyone is watching" he said. "Look at Luke and no one else. They just want to see him get his due" I said, trying to calm him a bit. About that time, Bobby withdrew and had a mouth on his cock in seconds. I gave Sam a little push and he walked over between Luke's legs. He slapped Luke's ass and plowed into the creamy hole. Someone yelled out "Fuck him good, Sam" and it seemed to give him a bit more confidence. His hands grasped Luke's hips and he started to fuck. Each stroke got more deliberate and soon he had a good rhythm going. Even better, the smile on his face told everyone that he was enjoying it. He didn't have Bobby's length or Louis' girth, but he made up for it with enthusiasm. After a few more minutes, his expression seemed to turn towards worry and I decided he needed some help. I pushed off my shorts and walked up behind him. With my chest on his back, I wrapped my arms around him and tweaked both of his nips. My rigid cock was nestled between his butt cheeks and I tried hard not to let my dick get a little too low and slip inside him. It might have helped Sam, but I wanted to save myself for Luke. He shoved in harder and the more I played with his small pierced nipples, the more ragged his thrusts were. He leaned his head back on my shoulder and moaned loudly until he drove his cock in deep and shuddered. His little grunts were kinda cute and I knew he was adding some more lube for me to use. After his last shot was inside Luke, he looked back and smiled at me. "Thanks" he said and I nodded back. I gave him some space and he slipped out of Luke and let me take his place. The other guys had stretched Luke out just enough that I just slid right in, assisted by four other guys' cum. It felt good, with just the right amount of pressure around my bare shaft and that silky wetness enveloping my cock. "Damn you make a good cumdump. I think you found your true calling" I said as I slowly pulled the length of my shaft back and almost out. Luke let out a whimper and I drove firmly back in. Each shove got harder and I stayed planted a little shorter. After a few minutes, I was plowing his ass and quickly Luke had braced himself against the tree. I leaned forward as my hips rolled and pressed my sweaty, hairy chest against the baby soft skin on his back. One arm reached around and grabbed his muscled abs and the other went around his chest. My fingers rubbed over his left nip and I could feel Luke squirm underneath me. I pinched the eraser nub nip and his body tensed up, squeezing my cock as it pistoned his chute. After a half dozen pinches, I gripped the nip hard and twisted. Luke yelled out "FUCK!" and his ring clamped down tight around my dick. "Yeah, Luke, tell me how bad you want me to breed you" I told him. Luke replied defiantly with "Fuck You!" I let go of him and stood back up, pounding him harder with my whole body in motion. Two of the frat guys walked toward us and stood in front of Luke and started stroking themselves. Their dicks were rock hard and it was obvious they had one goal in mind. Maybe two. As I fucked, they jacked their cocks and then I saw them look at each other and grin. They both started shooting at the same time, each covering Luke's face with ropes of white cream. The sight got me a lot closer and I began to thrust even harder. One guy rubbed his cock over Luke's face, smearing the cum all over it before they walked back to their spots in the circle. I had kind of hoped that they would hose us down with piss when they were done, but no. That would have definitely pushed me over the edge but as it was I just needed another minute of plowing Luke's ass until I started shooting my own seed. Several powerful spurts flooded Luke with a fifth man's seed. A stream of cum ran out of his hole when I pulled out and I slapped him on the ass and said "Tighten up, don't lose it all" before I walked over next to Louis. As the crowd started to disperse, Joey looked around and then stared at me a moment, raising his eyebrows. I nodded and he walked over to the tree and untied Luke's hands. Luke stood there without moving for a minute and then pushed himself upright and slowly walked back towards his campsite, his head hanging low. I put my arm around Louis and we walked back to our tent. "Shower now or when we get home?" he asked while we pulled the tent down and squeezed it back into it's bag. "Probably gonna get sweaty on the ride home anyway, so might as well keep the funk going" I replied, grinning back at him. We loaded the bikes up and stopped in to say "goodbye" to Joey. "See ya next year" Joey said as we walked out of the bar towards our bikes. It wasn't phrased as a question, he knew we'd be back. I hoped it was both of us, anyway. We took the same route home, just in reverse and stopped at most of the same gas stations to refuel the bikes and ourselves. At the last one, I headed toward the restroom and Louis followed me in. It was a two holer with a urinal and a stall. Once I finished pissing, I headed to the sink and Louis grabbed me from behind. Pushing me against the wall, his lips locked on mine and he gave me an aggressive kiss with lots of tongue. His hands reached up and started to push my jacket off my shoulders and I let it fall to the floor. In a flash, he pushed my left arm up and moved his tongue over to my pit, burying his face in and breathing deep while he licked all the sweat off. It only lasted a couple minutes, but he leaned back and smiled at me saying "Thanks, bud." He turned around, went to the sink and washed his hands, before unlocking the door and back to his bike. I stood there a moment, shocked but happy. After washing my hands and getting back to the bikes, I hopped on and we took off for the last leg of the trip. It was getting dark by the time we got back to the city, so we split off and he headed to his place and I went to mine. It wasn't the weekend I had planned but I wasn't going to complain.

In theory YES...but then I think about MY father and the fantasy evaporates. Whomp Whomp.

8. My hole tightened up at Eli's words. I remembered how I felt only a few minutes earlier when he had been pounding me with gusto. "Don't worry, stud. We're going to build up to full power. Earlier, well, that was just taste of what it's going to be. What it can be, if you can take it." "Do another hit of poppers for me," Javi said. "But watch those teeth." He leaned over and gave Eli another deep kiss. "This is going to be so much fun to watch," he told the black man. I still had the bottle in my hand, so I took a long snort from it. If Eli was going to go all the way and fuck my hole properly, the poppers wouldn't be enough. But nothing wasn't going to be a viable option either. "Give them to me," Javi said. He took the bottle of poppers from my hand. Javi did a hit and then grabbed my head. He pulled me down on his cock. "So fucking close," Javi said. "Well, you don't have to hold back," Eli said. "You know he's gonna eat every drop of your load." He was right about that. Now that the poppers had taken effect, I was once more a totally cock-starved animal and desperate for every drip and drop of sperm I could get. I had eaten Eli's cum earlier, I had taken Javi's sperm in my ass. Now it was the time to savor Javi's cum in my mouth, and maybe, just maybe, to get Eli's thick load in my hole. "I want to see him gag on your cock. Make your sperm drip from his mouth." "Oh fuck," Javi said, grabbing the back of my head and shoving his cock deep into me. "Fucking hot mouth." Eli was mirroring Javi's moves; he grabbed my waist and sped up his thrusts into my ass. This time, they weren't quite as painful or intense; my ass must have opened up more. At least it had gotten used to taking a big, black cock. "You like that?" Eli asked me. I nodded. "Remember that this is just the start." While Eli's thick rod slid in and out of my butt, Javi was thrusting his cock deep into my throat. He was dripping pre-cum steadily, letting it coast and lubricate my throat. His balls were drawing up close to his body and he was getting very close to shooting his load. "Give it to me," I grunted, even with his cock still filling my mouth and throat. "Yeah, cocksucker?" he asked, slamming his cock into my throat. "You want my load?" "Of course he does," Eli laughed. "You can't tell how hungry he is? How much he needs real men's dicks?" Eli paused his fucking for a moment. He dribbled a little more lube on his cock before sliding it back into me. "But, we're gonna make him work for it. Give me the poppers there, Bro." "Of course," Javi said, and handed Eli the brown bottle. "You're going to have a sore throat tomorrow," he said to me. "But I'm sure you'll say it was well worth it. If you can still speak, of course." He laughed, even as he bucked his hips. It, in turn, forced his cock in and out of my mouth. Even though he had already cum, Javi's cock was once again a solid shaft. His rock-hard cock allowed me no leeway in how I held my head. The wrong angle meant it would be jammed hard against my tonsils, and I would be gagging and biting him. Plus, the flare at the base of his cockhead was already rubbing hard against my throat. It was a painful feeling as it scraped against my tender flesh, but it had to feel amazing for Javi. "Oh fuck," he moaned, his cock flaring as more pre-cum dripped out into me. "So hot." "Break his neck," Eli said. "And open up that cocktube." The poppers had hit Eli; he was spouting out a constant stream of dirty talk. It only made the entire situation more arousing. Javi easily obliged Eli and continued to slam his cock in and out of me. Just as I thought I had reached my limit, Javi mercifully slowed down. I hoped he had noticed how I had been trying to avoid the full length of his cock, but he was just taking a break to do another hit of poppers. When they hit, the face-fucking would get even more intense. "You better give him some too," Eli told Javi. "Otherwise, he's not going to be able to take it." "Yeah, I guess." He held the bottle under my nose, and I inhaled deeply. My life didn't depend on it, but it was damn close to it. Straight up and sober, this would not have been a blow job, but a throat rape. With the tina, it was an intense throat fuck, right at the limit of my abilities as a cocksucker. With the poppers on top of the tina and G, it was almost a pleasure. Javi did another quick hit from the poppers before putting away the bottle. I waited for them to hit him and hoped that the rush from my hit wouldn't take too long. As he waited, he pulled his cock all the way out with just his cockhead filling my mouth. Then, he slammed his cock into my throat. In one stroke he went all the way in, and his balls hit my chin. Even though I had been expecting this, it was still a surprise in timing and brutal male power. I recoiled, trying to avoid the penetrative assault. However, avoiding Javi only served to impale me on Eli's cock. Eli helped Javier out by forcing me forward, making me take every bit of Javi's dick. "You know what to do," Eli said. "Rape that throat." "Oh damn," Javier said, pulling out and slamming all the way back in. He continued, repeating this action several times. Each thrust made his dick a little harder. Worst of all, each thrust also made his tool a little thicker, stretching out my throat and keeping me from getting more than the smallest of breaths. Right as our poppers rushes hit their peak, he forced his way into my throat and held his cock there. His cock swelled and pulsed as a thick spurt of his cum travelled the length of the shaft. It landed right in my stomach. "I'm cumming," Javi moaned, even though it was obvious to me what was happening. "Feed it to him," Eli said, as he forced his cock deeper into my ass, keeping me from avoiding any of Javi's dick or sperm. Javi was in his private world of orgasm. He probably hadn't even heard Eli and he just continued to pump my throat, filling my gut with his thick, hot cream. Only after the third or fourth spurt did he even start to pull out, letting me get a brief gulp of air. But his cock was still dripping sperm, and I inhaled his jizz by accident. I needed to cough, to clear my throat, but his cock was still there, forcing me to fight back every instinct of my body. He relented only slightly, pulling out and letting my mouth fill with his salty-bitter spunk. It was only the briefest of delays. He plunged back in and forced me to swallow every drop. "Damn, I needed that," he said, gasping for breath as his cock dribbled out the last of his load. I gulped it down as best I could, making sure that not a drop of it was lost, despite how my throat was rebelling at even the smallest sip of semen. "Damn sweet throat he's got." "I know," Eli said, his cock still deep in my hole. "I know I'm gonna be using it again." "Careful there," Javi said, as his cock finally stopped dripping cum. "Sensitive now." I slowed down as he took a moment to catch his breath. Finally, the Latino pulled his cock out of my mouth before plopping down on the bed. "Nice view," he said, staring at Eli and me. I was still on all fours, my ass up in the air with Eli's fat shaft penetrating me. I felt a little self-conscious, having Javi watch me as Eli continued to fuck my hole. "Don't stop on my account," Javi said. "I wasn't planning on it. Or on Matt's account," Eli said, while he continued to slide his dick in and out of my hole. "At least, not until I've bred him good and deep." "Right on, bro," Javi said. "You enjoying this, man?" he asked me. "Oh, fuck yeah," I said. Javi laughed, then grabbed his cell phone off the bedtable. He held it up, taking a picture of the two of us, joined at the hip by Eli's thick shaft. "Very hot," he said, examining the picture. He played with his phone a bit, muttering occasionally, and typing out a few messages. "Goddamn," he said. "I gotta go run an errand." "Long?" Eli asked. "Nah. Just an hour or so. And I'll get some good shit to boot." "Sweet," Eli said. "Matt and me will just fuck around here. Won't we?" I nodded my agreement. I would do anything to keep a cock in my ass. "Cool," Javi said. "I'm sure you will." He got up from the bed, and headed into the living room. I heard him rummage around a little bit, before coming back into the bedroom, carrying his clothes. As Javi dressed, Eli pulled his cock out of me and gave me a slap on the ass. "Damn, that hole's opened right up for me," he said, before sitting down on the side of the bed. I took the opportunity to lay down on the bed, watching the two men; Eli still naked, his hard cock sticking up from his lap and Javier, getting dressed in the grey light. "Hope you don't caught in the rain," Eli said. "Yeah, me too," Javi said. "But shouldn't be too long." Javier put on his shirt; he was now fully dressed. "One for the road?" he asked me, indicating the pipe "Sure," I said. "Especially if you're bringing back some more." "You know it," he said. He took the pipe and the torch, heated up the bowl, and did a long hit. He put it back down, then slowly exhaled a thick cloud. My bedroom still had the remnants of our last bit of partying; his hit only added to it. "Hey, what's your number," he asked me. "I'll let you know when I'm headed back." "Sure. Area code 805," I started, then waited for him to catch up typing the numbers in his phone. "369-1110," I continued. "And I'm Matt." "I remember that," he said. "But thanks." He slid his phone into his pocket, then peeked out the window. "Gotta run to beat the rain." "I'll get the door," I said, getting up from bed. The two of us went into the living room, then to the door. "Thanks," Javi said. "I had fun. And I'm sure we're going to have more fun soon." He reached into his pocket, then pressed something into my hand. It was a small baggie. "Something extra for you and Eli," he said. "Thanks," I replied. He opened the door and walked out, waving to me. I closed the door quickly, carefully locking it. All of a sudden, I was very aware of how naked I was. I took a closer look at the bag Javi had given me. It was pretty full; I guessed it was at least a gram and a half, maybe two. I knew that there was still plenty in the bedroom, so I put it in a drawer by the door. If we needed it later, I could get it. "How are you doing?" Eli asked me, as I walked back into the bedroom. He was holding the pipe up to the light, seeing how much remained inside. "Not bad, but can always use some more." He turned to me. "You think you can take some more fucking?" "Yeah, I think. Will it be as hard as that other time?" We both knew the moment I was talking about, where he had surprised me with a hard, deep, raw thrust. "Yeah," he said with a wide smile. "And probably even harder. Definitely more than just once." I had a big smile as well. "Perfect." I didn't know where that statement had come from. When I thought about it, I still winced a bit in the memory of the white-hot pain. "Looks like you could use some help," he said. "You want another booty bump?" "I think I need one," I said. I knelt down in front of the bed table, next to Eli's thick legs. If I turned my head slightly, I could see his erect member, glistening with lube and pre-cum. As attractive as it was, I forced myself to stay focused on the task at hand. In the back of the drawer, right where I left it last was a shot glass and a syringe for a booty bump. The shot glass still had plenty of dried crystal from my last big party. "Here it is," I said, holding it up for Eli to see. "Right on. Do this properly," he said. I handed him the shot glass while I went into the bathroom to get some water. It took a moment to get some warm water and when I came out, I saw that Eli had put a few big shards of crystal in the shot glass, in addition to what was already there. He was using the stem to dig out a few more shards for the glass pipe. "That should be enough," he said. I didn't say anything, but knelt down by him, and prepared the booty bump, first dissolving the crystals in the water, then filling the needless syringe with the concentrated tina solution. "You want to do the honors?" I asked Eli. "Fuck yeah," he said. He took the syringe from me, then motioned to his lap. "Lay down, ass up," he said. Like a naughty child getting a spanking, I lay down over his lap, my ass up in the air and easily accessible to him. "So sweet," he said, as he spread my ass cheeks and exposed my vulnerable hole. I felt his tongue against it, circling around it, then easily poking into it. "Already so used," he said, briefly pausing. He rimmed me a little longer, forcing his tongue deeper into me and getting me wet. "God, I can still taste Javi's load up there in your ass. Best way to get it, eating it out of your asshole." His tongue plunged deep into my hole once more, lapping up another bit of Javier's sperm. Then he pulled off. There was a slight pinch as a sharp edge of the syringe was pressed into my hole. That was followed by him pushing it all the way into my ass. "Ready?" he asked. The booty bump primed and in position, ready to fire. "Please, yeah," I said. There was just the slightest bit of warmth in my ass, then nothing for a second. Then a burn, as the super-concentrated bump started to get adsorbed into my body. "That was fun, with Javier," I said, trying gamely to make some small talk, while the tina worked its magic. "Yeah, Javi is an amazing guy. You should stay in touch with him. He definitely liked you. And he's got some good shit to boot." I tried to swallow and felt the damage that Javi had done to my throat. If that was what I got when he liked me, I wondered what would have happened had he not liked me. "How long have you known him?" "XX years now." Eli continued on, his deep, masculine voice rumbling in my ears as he massaged the edge of my hole, teasing it while the bump soaked in. He said something about bad times, something about partying. "And of course, he's always got connections. Hey!" he said, giving my ass a firm slap. "You ok there?" "Yeah," I said. I had been focused on the feeling of his finger on my tender hole, dreaming of it sliding in me, then joined by more fingers, before being removed to make way for his tool. Even just thinking about thinking about it, my mind had wandered back to the pleasures of anal penetration. "That bump hitting you?" "Yeah. Hard." "Good. I was trying not to rape you there." He leaned over and kissed first one buttcheek, then the other. It was surprising coming from him. "I always give thanks to the hole I'm about to destroy." One arm made its way up my thigh before stopping, a finger easily seeking out my hole and entering it. "That's what I want." With his free hand, he stuck the pipe in his mouth, then grabbed the torch. Still bent over his legs, I could only hear the hiss of the flame, the tiny crackles of the drug melted, and his deep breaths. But then the torch went out, the deep breaths stopped, and there was only the relative silence of the street, his finger twisting in my sloppy hole too quiet to hear. He exhaled and a bit of the cloud drifted over my head. "Should I do another hit?" he asked, still holding the pipe in his mouth. "Sure," I said, although I had never seen him really high before. Hell, I had never even seen him before, but he had already fucked my mouth and my ass. The still-rational part of my mind was worried about what a big guy like him would do while tweaked out and desperate for sex. "Should only make it more intense." "My thoughts too," he said. Suddenly, another finger slid into my ass, taking its place beside the first one. "Two," he said, and then lit the torch again. The ritual repeated once more, ending up with Eli having done three big hits off the pipe and ramming three big fingers into my ass. "Now, I think you're ready. You think you're ready?" "I hope," I said. My hole was twitching, eager for his raw cock to force its way into me. "Please?" "On your back," he said, pulling his fingers out of my ass. I jumped up and got on the bed, spreading my legs wide for him. He tossed me the bottle of poppers as he dribbled lube on my ass and his cock. While I did a hit, Eli rubbed the lube over his dick, and quickly pressed a finger into my hole. "No turning back now, muscle boy." "Go for it," I said. Or better, the poppers said for me. He pressed his cockhead against my hole and held it there for a second. It was just as big as I remembered it, maybe even bigger. Through the tina fog I was scared that I wouldn't be able to take it. But the tina fog also made me worried that I wouldn't get it. I needed a cock in me, and the bigger, the better. "Fuck me, Eli." "With pleasure," he said. He pushed his cock in me, my hole protesting only slightly as it stretched around his fat dickhead. He gave me the briefest moment to adjust, before continuing the penetration. I gave only a bit of resistance as his shaft pushed into my body; I wanted this and as he filled me up, I felt my cock twitch in pure sexual pleasure. "Enjoying this, huh?" he said, reaching down to play with my dick. "Yeah." "Tina dick, huh?" he asked. I looked down, and saw that despite the twitches of pleasure, my cock was staying resolutely soft. He played with it a bit, but got no reaction. "Yeah," I said. "It happens." "Yeah. I'm glad I've got the V. Bet you are too." He pulled out, then pushed back in, reminding me of just how hard he was. I nodded in agreement. "Ready for the real thing?" "Yeah," I said. He pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in in a slow, steady stroke. I could feel every vein on his shaft and every hard inch entering me. "Fuck," I moaned. "That's great." "I know," he said. "I can't get enough of your ass. It's going to be dripping when I'm done with you." "Do it," I said. He pulled out again so that just his cockhead was still in my hole. I nodded, and he slammed in back in, hard. Like the last time he had put all his effort into the thrust, it was a white-hot pain. But this time, the burn faded into something far more complex. It wasn't pain, but neither was it pure pleasure; it tapped into some visceral desire of mine and satisfied a need I hadn't known I had. "God," I grunted. "Too much? Or not enough?" he said. "Not enough," I said. My statement was rewarded by another hard thrust, coupled with the same difficult mixture of pain and pleasure. I moaned as Eli continued to pound away at my ass. I could almost feel my hole heating up as he slammed in and pulled out at a frantic pace. The earlier fucks, Javier's hard pounding and Eli's first penetration had been merely warm-ups for this. At times, it felt like every time I had been fucked before was just a warm-up for this. "Oh god damn," I moaned. "Damn nice hole," Eli said. "Had to get it nice and warmed up for the main event, right?" I could only nod as his ebony shaft pistoned in and out of me. My hole could only take a limited amount of this before it was raw and sore, but, powered by the tina, my appetite was seemingly insatiable. Sooner or later, I would have to stop him, but for the time being, I could enjoy this raw, intense fuck. I just grunted in pleasure, tightening my ass around his cock as he plunged into me. He grabbed my legs and held them tight against his muscular chest. They slipped a bit over the sweat that had built up on his chest, but neither of us cared. It was just another reminder of the deeply physical nature of our interactions. He rubbed his stubble against my legs, then gently licked the soles of my feet. It tickled a bit, but also just added another layer of sexual stimulation, distracting me a bit from the pounding my hole was getting. He gently kissed the soles again, then pressed them against his chest. It gave him additional leverage, and he used it all for his benefit. He forced his cock deeper in my raw hole. It wasn't much, but at this point, even the tiniest bit meant he was exploring virgin territory, untouched and unstretched by any man's cock. I took it as best I could, trying not to let him know how close to my limits I was. He took first the right, then the left foot back in his hands, and kissed them again. That simple action felt more intense and more intimate than anything that had happened to me that entire morning. I was suddenly staring at Eli in an entirely new way; he was no longer the invulnerable black thug waiting outside my door. Now he was turning into something different, something far more complex and interesting. He was still the muscular black thug who had spent a year in prison and was still the hung black man who was practically raping my hole. But now, he was also the man who had kissed Javier so deeply and the dark-skinned man who had rimmed my well-used hole and savored the sperm that his Latino friend had fucked into me. I had assumed that Eli was just a horny guy, mostly straight, but ready to use any hole that presented itself. However, his actions made that assumption seem painfully naive. There was far more going on with him. "Ready for my load?" Eli asked me, shocking me back to the present. Even though his cock was now slamming in and out of my hole, I only noticed it as pure pleasure. And I didn't want that pleasure to end any time soon. "So soon?" I asked, wanting to delay the inevitable as long as I could. "Oh, don't worry. This is hardly the last load you'll get from me this morning." "Pound away," I said. "Fuck it in me deep. Breed my hole." "Fuck yeah, muscle stud. Get ready for my load."

The only acceptable reason to pull out of someone's mouth to shoot is to shove it in their ass.

My stories are completely fiction for the purpose of sexual fantasy only. In the real world, consent is important to us all. Mutual consent is the key to getting laid, and it keeps us out of jail. I wish I had more time to write porn. It usually requires a nothing-planned weekend and 6 hours at my computer with a rainstorm keeping me inside. I have other hot stories on this site that get me creaming my shorts in no time. The Broken Jock, The Broken Jock II: The Third Baseman, and How to Get Your Poz Cock into Lyle Cranston's Speedos. All my stories feature various returning characters to help keep character development from getting too much in the way of the action (why we're here). My first story, the Broken Jock actually began with the first few chapters in the "Bareback Stories" forum, but... I eventually got poz tops bare fucking my neg protagonist, and so the rest of my stories are here in the "Bug Chasing and Gift-Giving Section" where they fit in very well. Enjoy this new installment. The Broken Jock III: The Left Fielder This is Clyde, John’s husband. It’s springtime and I’m at the bar for a season opener party for the hot gay softball team my partner John and I are on the war path for pozzing up. Last season, John and I were useful in double poz fucking Adam the short stop, and I’m pretty sure that John and I pozzed up that beautiful ass on Tom the third baseman, especially after he returned to our doorstep, wet and cold from a rainy SantaCon, for a repeat bare fuck from us in December. A group of us poz breeders, my partner John, Leon, anon online tops Poz9In and Coach4Jox have zeroed in on this team that seems ripe for the picking—for bareback fucking… and pozzing. They have some fresh new players this season and the group of us have been waiting for today to start our plan. Coach4Jox has his eye on a 21-year-old twink, Caleb, who seems to be playing a lot at left field according to what Leon has reported to the guild. He’s blond, slim with powerful legs from running a lot, and a small bubble butt that Coach says he wants to pop. He said that he has done his research and knows for sure that the kid is neg. I didn’t ask. At the request of Coach4Jox, we are all currently buying shots for Caleb so that he can be buzzed enough to be walked home by one or two of us on the guild. So far, Caleb has accepted all offers, and Coach looks delighted at his prospects of getting his bare poz cock up in that cute butt later tonight. I, on the other hand, have my eye on the new catcher, Evan. A stocky ginger boy, 23, with green eyes, strawberries and cream skin and coppery hair parted on the side. Like Tom, his white softball pants were tight and showed off his muscular butt. Even at 68, my poz cock drips just thinking about that neg hole on Evan. I know he’s neg because I found his profile on the safe-only hook up site after searching for hours. I practically creamed my bike shorts on Sunday morning when I found it, and knew I had to pursue this one. Not all of the guild of poz breeders was present for the team’s first fundraiser of the year, but we have all secretly tasked ourselves with pozzing up the team this year, hopefully without the coach or the team catching on too quickly. Adam and Tom are keeping quiet, and Adam, now Leon’s boy, is helping us lure his teammates when we demand it. At the end of the beer bust, Adam is tasked with offering Coach for a walk home for the very drunk Caleb—creating the very dream scenario Coach had wanted for stealth pozzing Adam. Evan was bought some stiff drinks by me, and he nodded a cheers to me in thanks before drinking it down. He approached me only on the third drink to say hello and thanks. I told him that I always buy drinks for beautiful boys, and he smiled and blushed. I laughed. When he recovered, he kissed me on the lips and turned back to his teammates to participate in a loud team cheer. As the fundraiser was ending, Adam did his job of offering Coach to walk Caleb home and, surprisingly, he did the same for me and Evan. Evan chatted with me for as I watched Coach leave with young and very inebriated left fielder. Evan kissed me and said, “Thanks for the offer—Clyde was it?—but my boyfriend is coming over to take me home.” “Damn! Really?” I said putting on an evil smile. “You mean I’m not going to get to shove my cock up that amazing ass tonight?” I teased him. He blushed again and grabbed a napkin and pen from the bar. EVAN 555-9033. “Text me next weekend, okay. Maybe we can do that then. My boyfriend and I are open but we have some rules for being safe.” I nodded and smiled, hiding my disappointment, but not my hardon which was blatantly stretching down my left calf under my khakis. “Sounds good.” “He’s here.” He got his cap and a bag of softball gear and turned back to me. “Till then.” “Bye, Evan.” I watched as his white cloth-clad but moved to the door. Next week I will get up that. ———- My hardon was now calling for a replacement ass and I remembered that Coach and Caleb were on their way to the boy’s place. I texted Coach to let me tag along. ME: I’ll fuck him after you if you want. I’d like to pound your toxic seed in good with my big cock.” I knew that would get Coach on board. COACH4JOX: Fuck yeah! We’re only a block away on Dougherty Street. Come catch up and then follow behind us. I quickly walked out of the club and made my way to Dougherty. When I turned the corner, Coach was helping Caleb up off the sidewalk. He was wasted. Coach turned and saw me, and motioned with his head to follow them. It took us about 10 minutes to get to the kid’s apartment. After opening the building’s front gate, the twink bounded up the stairs. Coach held the gate open for me and we both got in the small entry way and walked up to find Caleb’s apartment door wide open. The boy was already passed out on the bed, face down when we closed the apartment door. Coach and I celebrated with a sigh. I got out the fresh bottle of poppers from my front pocket that had been meant for Evan, as Coach started unbuckling Caleb’s softball pants and pulling them down. “I like to just take off their pants… and shoes, of course,” Coach said. I went down to the youth’s feet and pulled off his cleats. When Coach got Caleb’s pants off we stood up at the end of the bed admiring the boy’s smooth, white, jock-strapped butt. A minute later I snapped out of my trance and stripped out of my clothes. Coach eventually saw me totally nude, get onto the bed to handle Caleb’s ass. I was leaking precum already as I opened up the kid’s cheeks to show Coach his prize. He was happy to see a smooth pink pucker—as was I. The Coach looked away to undress, and, as the dirty old man I am, I took that opportunity to touch Caleb’s hole with my finger. Caleb moaned. Damn fine, I though to myself. I quickly used my finger and took a large gob of precum mid-drip from my hard poz cock and fingered it shallowly into the pink hole before Coach would notice. This was not my conquest, but I wanted my poz sperm in there first. Caleb moaned ask I slicked his hole up. I then took my other hand and moved the crotch of his white jock down so that I could get in more. With two fingers, I pushed in two fingers and let a large drop of precum fall from my cock right into the kid’s opened hole before Coach could catch what I was doing to his boy. When he did turn around, he got between the boys legs and pushed them wide apart. I went to the head of the bed to offer the boy my cock to suck on. Groggily, Caleb opened his mouth and suckled on the head of my large cock. Feeling the kid’s tongue work my piss slit, I rolled my eyes back at Coach and pushed out more precum for the boy to take in, now from this end. He liked it and sucked more of my cock into his mouth. “Damn nice, boy!” I said. Coach’s cock was hard and ready to plunge into the boy’s butt, but I figured some popper’s would help get the boy loosened up more. “Put some lube on your cock while I popper him up for you.” I opened up the brown bottle and put it under Caleb’s nostril. “Breathe in, Caleb.” My cock was still halfway lodged in his mouth when he inhaled his first hit. I pulled my cock out to help the kid get a bigger hit. “Good boy!” I gave him 3 hits in each nostril and the kid was flying and I nodded to Coach, “He fucking ready for it.” Coach pushed his bare cock up to Caleb’s hole and breached it almost immediately (with my precum work ahead of time). Caleb cried out and I shushed him, and gave him my cock to suck on again. The boy sucked my cock perfectly. I started to fuck Caleb’s throat he was getting me so worked up. Meanwhile, Coach was barebacking the left fielder’s hole very hard and he was getting close fast. Stealthers like coach probably have to be fast, I thought to myself. “I’m going to charge up this hole, boy,” Coach said to the boy. Caleb made a guttural noise around my pistoning rod in his throat. “Fucking sweet ass on you.” “Are you cumming?” I asked, my cock throbbing in Caleb’s mouth with the mention of it. “Tell me when you shoot. Don’t pull out, just tell me when you are loading the boy up.” Caleb tried to say something then, but I rammed my cock into his throat to quiet him. “Let us men have you, Caleb. Surrender that sweet hole.” I started face fucking the boy again and Coach kept rabbit fucking his hole. “AWWW. I’m cumming!” Coach announced to me. “Fuuuuck! Fucking loading up this neg hole right now! AH! AH! AAAH!” Coach pushed his cock up Caleb’s butt as hard as he could while ejaculating into it. “That’s right. Charge up that hole, Coach,” I encouraged. Coach took a minute to recover and then pulled out. It was my turn. I wanted Caleb’s hole now, and pulled out the kid’s mouth to get at the foot of the bed. Coach took up the poppers and made the kid take more hits on it, while I pushed in my large old man’s pop cock into the hot jock’s tiny neg bubble butt. My cock felt wet and warm in the boy’s open and freshly seeded hole. I wanted Coach’s poz sperm to be battered in to the boy’s rectum, so I fucked him hard. Coach was happy to see me work at that. Caleb was squirming as I changed angles on him as I fucked him. After 10 minutes of boyhole abuse, I was ready to give the kid my poz seed. So, I just long-dicked Caleb as he sucked Coach’s cock. I started to feel my cum working up to my shaft and I told Coach that I was close. “Fucking add your toxic load to mine. Let’s own this boy.” As I rutted Caleb’s hole to climax, I saw that he had passed out. Coach just watched as I took the kid’s hole fully with my hard cock. “I’d like to see Poz9In take Caleb’s hole sometime,” Coach offered. “I bet that’d be hot to watch.” “Fuck yeah. But we’re gonna poz him first,” I replied. As Coach luridly spoke some more, I imagined Caleb playing left field, catching fly balls, and bending over to catch a grounder… that did it. As I imagined the uniformed Caleb bending over in left field, I exploded and flooded his tight neg hole with my own poz splooge. These power shots of poz sperm that were saved up for seven days in anticipation of pozzing Evan’s butt. Instead, they went into his teammate’s unprotected butt instead. As I shot into Caleb’s hole, I thought about how I wanted the cute outfielder knocked up with my strain, not Coach’s. I am selfish like that. I won’t get them all, no. But I want as many players on the team as I can get to be knocked up by me this season. “I’m fucking loading his hole up now, Coach,” I informed. “Fuck yeah that’s so hot!” We dressed in the apartment as Caleb snoozed away with his legs still spread apart, we both admired his hole. It looked red and open. It would’ve been hot to see our semen leaking out from the left fielder’s butt hole, but Coach and I both knew that we wanted our loads deep inside the boy. And so that’s where they stayed. We let ourselves out into the cool evening air. Now I was thinking about Evan. Before heading home, I’ll go to the sex shop to buy a new bottle of poppers. And over the week, save up another large load just for him.

I picked up the pace, my PA and, indeed, whole bulbous cock head now breaching his inner ring on each thrust. Something in there was catching on my PA, driving me crazy with the feeling but also from the thought of what I was doing to him. My bicep snaked it's way around his slender neck, flexing as I revelled in my own power. "Gonna knock you up kid", I growled in his ear. His struggles were a delight. The little body squirming ineffectively under me. "no! no, you said you'd pull out" I humped down on him harder. My body beating the struggle from him. "nah, you said that". I squeezed harder as my balls began to evacuate my potent seed into his receptive guts. A big load, owing to lack of action during these strange, locked-down times which was now been forced into his body. He'd stopped struggling and I think his little cock had climaxed at some point. I lay there, holding him in place, willing my babies to feed off him, knowing he'd be trying to dump them as soon as I let him. ,,,,, Later, after he'd gone, I wondered whether he'd find his way to an STD clinic or GP or whether lockdown would increase my chances of converting him. Who knew? I went back to my weights putting my energy into keeping my big body toned and strong. I needed it for my work as a trainer and builder (furloughed from both for now) and also to snare the kind of hot twinks that I love though they were thin on the ground since the Covid-19 lockdown belatedly hit this great city. A little more about me: outside of the bedroom I'm in no way aggressive. I'm single, and easy going. I help out with youth groups and look after my neighbours in the small apartment block in which I live in central London. I play rugby, wrestle and swim for fun where my 6'2'' 240lb frame helps or hinders (depending on which I am doing). ..... Out on my little balcony later that afternoon, I heard my upstairs neighbour knocking around. "Jake, how you keeping?" I shouted up at him. "Yeh, ok, I guess, bored as heck though man. Not seen anyone in about a week". "Really? What about your folks?" "They are isolating, got symptoms and they can't risk giving it to me." "Oh, yeah, course. Sorry to hear that". Jake was in his late teens, maybe early 20s. A fragile kid though, immune system issues. The apartment was bought for him and I'd never known him go out to work since he had moved in a year ago. he never went out much at all, to be honest. "Anything I can do to help?" "Been hoping you would say that...actually I've been looking out for you, everyone else seems to have left the city!". There were six apartments in total in our little block and they were indeed unusually quiet. "What can I do for you?" "Would you be able to get me some supplies? I'm out of bread, milk and pizza, and I need my meds picking up from the chemist before the bank holiday". "Sure thing. I was going to the shop before the Easter break anyway. I'll come up and get your list now" Up one flight of stairs and Jake was waiting, door open, list in hand. At 5'5'' he probably didn't weigh 100lbs wet through. A cute little face under dirty blond hair but not really my type, at least I'd never thought of him that way. "The chemist shuts at 6pm. I'm so glad you can get this for me" he said, handing over a prescription and a short shopping list. His eyes seemed to linger on my groin, not unusual for me when I'm in my running shorts which ride fairly high but I brushed it off and headed out on my errands. ..... I spent a while in the supermarket at one point almost picking up a hot young soccer player but his straight mates got too close and he scarpered but with my phone number shoved in his shorts. I was still horny at the checkout when I remembered the chemist. "Fuck! They'd be long closed by now". I checked anyway but they'd locked up for the break so I made my way back to Jake. He invited me in but asked me to sit at the other end of the sofa and I explained what had happened. The meds really seemed to throw him, so I offered to do my best to get him some over the weekend and to be on call 24/7 in case something happened and he seemed to calm down. I gave him a beer from my shopping bag which initially he refused as he'd not supposed to drink and we watched some TV together. WWE wrestling seemed to be his favourite so we watched that together. I began to tell him how wrestling really worked, both pro and freestyle and he was clearly psyched that I actually did this sport which he loved to watch for fun. "Have you been on TV?" "No man, but there's a few vids of me wrestling kicking about on Youtube and the like". In the end, I could only find one video on a non-porn site but we watched it with Jake eagerly questioning me. About then my phone bleeped: Soccer boy from the supermarket. He wanted to play. I made my excuses with Jake, made sure he had my number and promised to check in on him first thing tomorrow. ..... Not five minutes later I was buzzing soccer-boy up to my door. I had him strip to his briefs in my bedroom, admiring his toned body and little cock bulge. Then he undressed me, pulling my running singlet over my head and easing my running shorts down over my thighs. His eyes caught on my biohaz tat, lurking above my cock and lit up at the sight of my heavy PA and hardening cock. I let him lick for a minute or two before shoving my length down his throat after laying him on his back on my bed. I love mounting a twinks head and throat like this but I was really craving his shapely little arse so after five minutes I had him come up for air and flipped him onto his front, exposing that peachy, wrinkled hole. My fingers slipped inside, telling me he was no novice though he was still very tight and I slapped his pucker with my PA several times, teasing him and dripping my pre over him. With that it was time to push forward and open him up... "Wait! You need to rubber up!" he was handing me a jonny that had been in his shorts. "Really?" Not been one of my usual online hookups, we hadn't discussed this. "Just the tip...to get you open". I pushed harder, the edge of my PA disappearing in him but his hole resisting me hard. "No man. I've seen your tat. I'm not on prep". My cock swelled at this news. "No condom, no fuck". I smiled. "ok, ok", grabbing the rubber off him and rolling it over half my shaft, it was tight as fuck. A quick wad of spit, for my benefit, and I was plunging into his mostly dry hole. Between his legs, pushing them wide apart while I worked my full length in. "fuck....fuck...fuck, you are hurting me" he whimpered, getting louder. I thought of Jake upstairs, not wanting to alarm my little buddy and pulled out of my new fuck toy. "got any lube man?" he asked, taking in my still rubbered cock. "nothing proper" I lied "but we could try this". I reached for the vaseline. "Sure, ok". I got him to lie on his back and push open his hole as i put a few thick gloops inside him before wiping my fingers clean on his chest and placing my cock in his entrance. Sliding back in, I could see he was in relative heaven and in no time I was balls deep. His little hands were grasping around my cock base, amazed at how wide I was but checking for the precious, life saving condom. I did him a 'favour' and pulled out, stretching the rubber so that it went right down to the base and he kept it pinned there as I plunged back in, now reassured it wasn't unrolling inside him. His own stretching and the vaseline made it inevitable and with one hard thrust i felt the rubber break. "mmmm....I'm through your inner cunt now", I reassured him, placing my musky armpit over his cute face to give him too much to think about as I could feel my beast literally shredding his velvety insides. I held on as long as I could, listening to him moan, thinking of Jake upstairs but now not because of the disturbance but because of his cute skinny body. It was all too much and my cock began to flex, depositing my dirty seed so deep inside this fertile twink that I knew he wouldn't feel it or be able to push it out in a hurry. With that, I ripped my cock out of him and pulled off the shreds of rubber from it before sitting astride his chest, pinning him to the bed as he tonged my cock and balls clean of his own ass juices while he jerked his cock juices up my back unaware of my DNA seeping into him

This erotic fiction is a continuation of my story, The Broken Jock, that started in the "General Bareback Sex Stories" section that now, at Part 3, seems to belong in this section instead—for reasons you will soon discover. Check out Parts 1 and 2 to see how far this young, gay, safe-sex only, softball player has fallen. Enjoy. The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 3 The next Friday afternoon, Hank texted me. Hank: Hey boy, I have plans for that hot little hole of yours tonight. Be at room 228 at the Folsom Motel at 11. It had been almost a week since Hank fucked me last and I was feeling really horny. I had made plans to meet friends at a Castro bar at 8, but I figured I could excuse myself around 10:30 and head to the motel to get another one of Hank's anonymous fucks. I still don't know what he looks like. Me: OK, sir. -- When I got to the motel room door, the hall lights were dimmed by so many fluorescent tubes being out with one or two flickering. I’m in a horror film, I thought to myself with a grin. But since the typical motel had its hallways outside under the lights of the surrounding city, it actually wasn’t as dark or menacing as all that. I knocked on door number 228. “Who’s there?” I heard Hank say. “It’s me. Adam.” I heard lamps being turned off and then the door opened. “Get on the bed face down, boy. Push down your pants, too.” I felt my way to the bed and laid down on my chest while opening the fly to my jeans. Hank closed the door, came up behind me and helped push my pants down. “Nice white jock, boy. You know what gets my dick hard.” He then pushed his soft leather cod piece against my bare ass. “Let’s get this blind fold on you.” My cock was rock hard in anticipation for Hank to plow my hole again. Did he bring more anonymous used condoms like last time? Hank got on top of me and licked the left side of my face in one long upward lick. “Your going to get some more of ol’ Hank’s cock tonight. Plus, I’ve invited a few friends over from that hook up site, BareBackFuckers.” “Yes!” I didn’t use my inside voice. Hank explained more, whispering in my ear. “I found your profile on that safe-sex only site you are still on, and I took a screen shot of it. Then I went to BareBackFuckers and shared that screen shot with some select tops that I want to see get inside you.” Hank shoved his hand under me to feel my dick. He easily felt the precum I was leaking into my jock pouch. “Fuck, boy! Already leaking. I knew you needed some more raw cock in you.” He continued rubbing my cock head through the cloth as he went on. “I told these select men that safe-only ShortStop91 is now taking all loads. There are two men coming here tonight to fuck and load up your hole while you suck my cock. These guys will only have one mission: to breed that nice newbie hole of yours. Then you’ll get fucked by me. Understand?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” Hank seemed especially intense tonight, but I wanted it, and Hank knew just how to use me. Hank got up and unsnapped the leather cod piece. He walked around to the other side of the bed and I felt the mattress take on his weight in front of my blindfolded face. His cock was rock hard as he rubbed it on my face and in my hair. His P.A. was cool on my lips when he told me to open up. He pushed his cock in forcibly to the back of my throat and he held the back of my head as I squirmed and gagged on the P.A. “Fuck yeah, jock boy. Take my cock in your throat. I know you can take Phil’s cock in there.” I relaxed my throat to help Hank invade, and I breathed through my nose the way Phil always commanded. Hank said he wanted to skull fuck me before the other men got there. I did pretty well, I think. I tried to forget about the scary P.A. in my throat and just focus on Hank’s cock head. About every minute or so, Hank would push all the way in and keep it there while I gagged. As he pulled out I got some air again, recovered, and opened my mouth to let Hank to do it again. “Good boy, Adam. Let me have that mouth and throat!” A knock on the door. “Who’s there?” Hank yelled. “Ahhhh… I think we’re both from the site,” came from a man’s voice from outside the door. “I’m Coach4Jox and this other fella is…” “Pops9in!” the other man’s voice finished. They must have arrived at the same time. "Come on in, guys." The door opened and I heard the men enter. "Turn on that one lamp, too. I’ve got him blindfolded.” I heard the click of the lamp and shortly thereafter felt a hand feel up my naked ass and another hand in my hair. “Shit! It really is you!” said the man near my face. “I’ve been checking you out on the safe-sex hook up site for two years. Your ass looks so good in that softball uniform pic! I’ve messaged you, too. But I figured you didn't answer because I’m a lot older. I see you at the bars sometimes, too. I have fantasized many times about fucking your gorgeous butt, and I have schemed in my head about how I’d pull the damned condom off without you knowing. I can’t believe I get to finally put my cock in that butt of yours—although I have to admit, a good stealth breeding of your jock ass would have been truly amazing.” As the guy near my head was talking, the other guy was already trying to push his cock into my hole. He was about a quarter way in dry. As Pops9In was taking my hole I realized that I recognize the other guy’s handle from the safe-sex site. Coach4Jox was a white-haired man, mid-60s, who was constantly trying to set-up a fuck date with me with messages like: “I have condoms. I would love to shove my daddy cock into that very nice jock butt of yours.” But, I have had lots of men trying to get in my pants who were hotter than Coach4Jox, so I just never really gave him much thought. Hank pushed his cock back into my mouth and announced to the other men that ShortStop91 is going bareback today and that they should "fuck me up.” “As my handle indicates, I’ve got 9 inches of raw cock I’m going to shove up his 'safe-only' butt.” He kept pushing into me. "Fuck, this hole is tight!” "There’s lube next to you on the bed,” Hank offered. “I brought the oil-based stuff this safe-boy has always avoided.” Hank was playing like I was being offered up for barebacking for the first time to these men. Close enough for me. In my head, I was still in the process of being fully used and violated by my Hank. A man who started fucking me into bareback whoredom only two fuck sessions ago. I thought to myself, Pops9in and Coach4Jox will be men #11 and #12 to shoot their loads inside my hole. “Ahhhhh!” I gasped. With a lubed cock, Pops9in entered my hole. “Nice! We have penetration!” Hank said. The man’s large cock filled my rectum as I gripped Hank’s leather-clad thighs. Hank pulled his cock out of my mouth and put an opened poppers bottle under my nose. “Take a good hit, boy.” I took about six hits as the cock inside me pushed in some more. I felt the inner tingle and static from the poppers. “Mmmmm,” I moaned as Hank pushed his P.A. and cock head back into my throat. “He’s lit,” Hank said. “Go ahead and try to fuck him now.” “He’s really tight,” the man said. “Take my cock, son. And no fucking rubbers, safe boy. This is raw cock inside you. This is what taking a man’s cock is supposed to feel like. Damn, I’m all the way in.” The man, Pops9in, bucked so that his cock head nudged the deepest part of my hole. “Oh, yeah. Fuckin’ sweet hole here. Can’t fuckin’ believe my luck today when you messaged me.” He then started fucking in long strokes. Grunting and telling me to take it. Telling me that I loved raw dick now. “And my cock is not pulling out until every one of my fucking sperm is inside your young" —thrust— “jock” —thrust— "butt.” “Do it!” Hank’s cock got extremely hard in my mouth as he watched the man fucking my ass. “Let me see you shove that poz cock up that jock ass. Fuck that neg jock ass.” Was that just hot talk? Did I hear Hank say “poz”, “neg”? It began to sink in how Hank might be violating me tonight. All the years of getting fucked with condoms to avoid HIV infection, and was it true? Was I getting fucked bareback by an HIV positive top? Was it just fantasy talk? Hank held the poppers under my nose again, and I surrendered. “Yeah boy, take another hit. Poz9Inch wants to load up your hole tonight. Take his poz cock and let him load you up.” I realized then I had originally misheard the handle on the man whose huge cock was now pistoning in and out of my hole, a poz cock without a condom. The poppers had taken over my head, so I gave in. Hank put his hard cock back in my mouth and told me to suck on the head. A wave of poppers-induced electricity went right to my groin and asshole. I found myself using my mouth and my ass muscles to milk the two cocks that were inside me. I was going to knowingly have a raw anonymous poz cock unload inside my ass for the first time. Once Poz9In heard his HIV status revealed to me, he started fucking rougher, grunting as he landed his cock head deep in my hole. “Fuckin charge that hole, man,” I heard the Coack4Jox say. “Breed that safe-only ass!” “My pre-cum has been lubing him up for the last 15 minutes, so this neg jock is getting it already. Might as well load ‘em up.” I heard the men wickedly cheer as Poz9in was building up to unload inside me. “Do it, man,” said Hank. “Unload in his hole, he’ll take it. Won’t you, boy.” I nodded. “Fuck yeah, kid. Here is comes.” Poz9in made guttural grunts as his cock shot his warm toxic cum into my rectum. “Yes! There is it boy. All my sperm having a party inside your hole right now. Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Let me fuck that in.” Poz9In fucked me hard for about a minute. His cum was so battered in my hole that I could feel some of it leaking down my nut sack and into my jock. “Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck!!!” “That’s it, boy,” Hank coached into my left ear. “Take the man's poz load, Adam. I knew you’d be a good submissive boy for me tonight.” Poz9in pulled out of my ass and I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed jock-strapped ass. My legs had been kicked wide apart by him as he bred me, maniacally trying to shove his cock as far in as he could. I felt completely open as the white-haired old man got in place between my legs. Coach4Jox entered me quickly and began hammering his good sized meat into my cum-slicked hole. He fucked in and out of me as he talked. “Fuck yeah! For so long, I’ve fantasized about doing this to you, Adam. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’ve stalked you at your softball games and watched you get drunk at the bars, hoping you’d get wasted enough to need someone to walk you home. I’d imagine promising you that I’d wear a condom if you’d let me fuck you. Thinking about how I could use a condom and wait until you’re passed out drunk on your bed to rip the condom off and slide back in, stealth pozzing you when I unload shot after shot of my toxic cum inside that young jock butt of yours.” Coach4Jox kept fucking my hole and promising me another poz load as Hank, listening to the man’s perverted confession, climaxed. “Damn! I’m cumming in your mouth, boy! Open up that throat.” I let Hank’s cock head into my throat again and immediately felt the warmth of his sperm in my throat as I swallowed. I took Hank’s load like he was a familiar lover. He kept his dick in my mouth as he watched and listened to the old man fuck me. Hank pushed my head to the bed hard. “Now’s your chance, Coach. You’ve got him passed out on the bed now. Fucking stealth that young jock ass. Fucking breed that neg hole with your poz cock." “Fuck! Here it comes, you fucking neg shortstop tease," Coach4Jox said. “Take my load up your sweet butt for good.” Coach4Jox unloaded a hot torrent of poz cum into my hole. The men celebrated my violation with profanity and slaps on my ass. The old man pulled out of my ass and told the other men to look at my hole. “Fuck! This is what two poz loads up a hot young bubble butt looks like. Poz9in added, "Fucking hot jock boy, getting knocked up by anonymous men like that.” He slapped my ass. After the rustling sounds of men getting dressed, Hank said, “Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me out tonight. This was a safe-only boy who submitted fully to me only recently. As far as I know you two are his first poz loads. I am hoping to get him introduced and used at the bathhouse soon, and I think tonight should ease that transition.” I could hear, “sure thing, man” and “anytime” from the outside corridor. With the door open, I could feel the cold San Francisco air on my wet asshole. I heard Hank put keys on the night table by the bed. “Check out’s at noon. You can stay until then, if you want. You were great tonight, boy. Let’s consider meeting up again mid-week. I’ll text you.” My violation would continue. “Yes, sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. Keep that blindfold on for five minutes!” I heard the door close and listened as Hank’s footsteps faded. I fell asleep in that position: facedown, bare assed, legs spread. My asshole felt wet, open, used and empty. I slept soundly, dreaming only of sex. I wanted more. Edited July 31 by drscorpio Put a link to the first 2 parts in 37

I think we all like to visit the sex theaters and have fun every now and then, I know I do. But I especially like the smell you get when you walk in. I hope you guys know what I'm talking about. Almost a kind of dirty smell but assuming it's a mix of dirt, sweat, spit, cum and dick and ass odor. I get hard thinking of the smell and being surrounded by and adding to it when I'm having fun at these places. Anyone else feel the same?? Would love to hear about it.

I have been booking up with less than attractive men since I was a beginner slut back in my early 20s. I cannot count the number of men that I have let fuck me or suck my cock that I would never admit public that I have had sex with them. Some of the best sex I had had is with these men, they are often repressed and married; unhappy with their life. But they love to fuck and appreciate it when. Are allowed to do so. The first time I did poppers was with one of these men. He got me high and poppered me up as he gave me head for hours. Another would stop my my house on the way to work to breed and rim me. Another would have me over for afternoon marathon fuck sessions where he would breed me with multiple loads. They done have to be hot to throw you a hot fuck.

If it’s still in the original bottle, it has an expiration date on it.

Absolutely beautiful and hot.

that "earthy" smell of cum and ass and sweat etc!

I'm truly enjoying all the stories he's been posting.

Due to none of our layovers this month being particularly long, I felt lucky to have a whole 15 hours in Detroit at the airport location hotel. Even though it was a late arrival, and I'd be looking to hookup sometime between midnight and 4am. With efficiency in mind, I started cruising Detroit a couple of days before my arrival. My stongest prospect was from BBRT... 41, tall, decent build, dom, and loved slutty bottoms. We chatted and texted quite a bit before my arrival. Of course we discussed the possibility of tag teams and multiple tops. He said he likes groups, but only if the other guys are hot. Understandable, as he's definitely what I'd consider above average. I had some interest from a couple of other guys, and being a good informative bottom, I sent the profiles over to the this guy, so he could rate them on his "hot" meter. Neither of them were up to par...even though I thought they were average or better. So Friday night I get checked in, cleaned up, and I text him at midnight. He says he's going to be busy with friends for a while, but he'd text me after. Great. I cruised various sites/apps until 2:30, when he texted he'd "seed me soon". When he arrived, I opened the door and he was in the hall with his dick out of his pants shaking it. LOVE the eager attitude! But here's where I want to rant a little bit. He said no to a couple of other guys because they weren't hot enough, and yet he shows up 30 lbs heavier than his pics (we're all heavier in covid times) and looking very very average. Don't get me wrong, average is always just fine with me. Just have the right attitude to throw a good fuck and load me up. I didn't think he was in a place to be quite so judgey. But anyway, I got right to my knees and sucked him to the hilt. I had him sit on the bed so I could take a hit of poppers and really suck him deep. He'd laid down, sitting on the bed, with his feet on the floor when I climbed up and sat on his dick, being all slick from my saliva. I rode him for a few minutes when he had me switch to doggy and he could pound me that way for a while. Eventually he pushed me flat on my stomach and I felt his full weight on me as he pounded my hole. He went at this for a solid 30 minutes in this position. He was long lasting and his dick felt really great. Eventually he blew his load and I went right down to clean his dick with my mouth...his cum tasted amazing. Since he wasn't into kissing after ass to mouth, he started to get up and asked if he could shower before heading out. He knows I'm in town one more time this month, but didn't mention trying to get together again. If I see him online next time through, I'll hit him up.

So fucking hot ... this darkroom. The PozSlut ...that could be me

every pussyboy should have an older brother growing up.its great training for a cocksucker.plus having a dirty uncle willing to train me to be a pussyboy cumdumpster and show me how to get as much raw cock and cumloads shot up my ass and down my throat as possible was a blessing and helped me realise my potential as a bareback fuckslut and a gangbang whore.

I really enjoy younger tops. Don't seem to get many in UK

There is always that initial frisson when the chems first come out. I knew Jacques did chems but I also wanted to experience them fully. Going straight to TINA has its moments but I wanted this evening to be ... well theatrical. Operatic even. Full blooded as well as bloody. Sensual as well as sweaty. Erotic as well as damn right filthy. As I threw myself on the bed next to him, he stretched and out his arm around me and cupped my arse, while pulling me in for a deep snog. We stopped and for a split second stared at one another without flinching. Too intense, I turned away and focused on the contents of the bag. I pulled out two small bags - coke and pills. Jacques grabbed the coke and leaned the side the side table, pulling the draw open to retrieve a small tray and, surprisingly two silver straws. I chuckled and leaned down to suck the top of his glistening cock as he drew out two lines. Growling, he put the tray to one side and I felt his hand on the back of my head forcing me down the length of his shaft as he drew his hips up to meet my throat. Involuntarily I gagged, but didn’t stop sucking as he face fucked me. As his hands kneaded the hair on the back of his head, I focused on applying pressure to his shaft using my mouth, as the head of his cock bang mercilessly against the back of my throat. I knew I’d be eating no solids for a few days from the bruising I was going to receive from his cock. Finally he released me and pulled me up. He smiled, tapped the side of my head and retrieved the tray to share its contents. I knew it was quality gear - I’d paid for all the chems I had brought with me with my arse and cock. My dealer was a Latino with a thick cock, load after toxic load and a preppy boyfriend that he liked to see me use. So I paid the only way I knew being whore and master in turns. But I digress. Having inhaled a few lines and snogged, licked, sucked and gobbed as the lines took effect, I pulled out a few pills - two blue and two with eagles on them. “Think we’ll need these?” Jacques asked, fingering the blue pills, and wrapping his other hand around his massively engorged weapon. I chuckled. “Prob not but perhaps half just in case.” Jacques chuckled back and cracked the pill in half and fed me my half with his sweaty, precum tasting fingers. We wouldn’t need them I knew but didn’t want anything to go wrong. I grabbed a bottle of water from the table and offered him a pill and a swig. I followed suit and before long we were once again entwined. The coke, hits of poppers raising our bear ears and before long we felt the tingling rush of the pill. I pull him in closer and slid my hands to his arse, I pulled apart his cheeks and gently rubbed by fingers against his hairy crack and hole. He moaned as he crushed my mouth against his, pulling back to gob into my mouth before invading it again with his teeth. I probed more insistently and piled away and lay back. Grabbing the poppers and offering them to me , Jacques needed no second bidding. Taking four deep huffs I handed the bottle back just as Jacques slid his arse over my face. Grabbing his hips I pulled his arse into my face as we felt that first, incredible rush ...

Part 2 - The Early Years Hibiscus drive sat just outside a major Hampshire town and only 2 hours by road in to London. It was one of the wealthy gated areas all named after flowers and all relatively the same format comprising large family homes leading down to a cul-de-sac. In total each drive had 13 houses except Hibiscus Drive which was a little more special, along each side of the road stood the large beautiful family homes, 5 each side laid out in sprawling grounds. A the bottom in the cul-de-sac was a small roundabout and the large wrought iron gates to Hibiscus Manor, the view through the gates in to the mansions courtyard was the only way of seeing the place since it was surrounded by high walls for maximum privacy. Along the wall either side of the gates were rows of hibiscus flowers maintained by the gardener, that and the mansion made this place unique. No other residential drive in this area had a mansion of this size. Most people in the drive knew the mansion was owned by one person, his name was Simon who was a tech billionaire and a known recluse who liked his privacy but was never short of visitors at weekends and evenings. There were photos of him in his early 30's and after he made his fortune and brought the three family homes in the cul-de-sac knocking them down and building the mansion that stood there today. Through the heavy iron gates the open courtyard took you up to the large double fronted front doors with two columns each side framing the entrance. Either side of the doors were six Georgian style windows and the upper level contained 18 windows of the same style. No one had ever seen behind the front of the imposing mansion. One thing for sure it was big sitting on an even larger plot of land. The walls stood 9 feet high and topped with barbed wire and overlooked by security cameras. Conrad, Charlie and their parents moved on to Hibiscus Drive when they were 7 years old in to number 8, next door was number 10 then the cul-de-sac. The house was nothing in comparison to the mansion but it had five bedrooms, two lounges and a large family room overlooking the garden that lead to a wooded are with a stream then to Hyacinth Drive. their parents Jody and Eddie where in their mid twenties the day they moved here and worked locally, it was Eddie's parents who brought them the house when they left the UK moving to Australia to be with Eddie's sister and growing family. From the time they moved in Conrad and Charlie lead a wonderful life with hardly any traffic to worry about they would scoot up and down the road and do 3 turns on the roundabout by the mansion and head back. Saturday's were always the same with Charlie going off to football for most of the day. Conrad would get his bike out and cycle up the road round the roundabout and back down. There was one other thing you could rely on Saturday mornings was Jack the gardener for Hibiscus Manor. At roughly 11am he was always tending to the flower beds along the wall outside the mansion and the roundabout. Jack was always at the manor during the day working in the sprawling grounds behind the manor, he was in his mid twenties when Conrad first met him. Tall and pretty muscular with tattoo sleeves he often walked around with no t-shirt on and very skimpy shorts in the summer. He had longish hair tied back in a pony tail that was jet black, a moustache and thin line of a beard running from his lower lip to just under his chin. He definitely cut a fine figure and many of the ladies along Hibiscus Drive would often talk to him seeking advice on usually ending up with a few hibiscus plants for their front gardens, this included Conrad's mother. The general feeling of community was evident along Hibiscus Drive except with the owner of the manor who as always remained aloof and private. As the weeks passed in to the depths of summer Jack would often say hello to Conrad, he would usually stop and watch Jack for a minute without saying anything then cycle on. One particular Saturday Conrad was missing Charlie and his mother Jody, was at wits end with him suggesting things he could do. The seven year old Conrad cycled up and down the road slowly doing three turns around the roundabout and cycling back. On his return leg he saw Jack brining a wheelbarrow of plants out the front gates and was just getting busy with the flower bed to the left of the gates. "Hi Conrad, Charlie playing football?" Jack asked being on first name terms with him now. Conrad stopped his bike "Yes, he is away all day" he replied sounding sad "What are you doing?" he asked. Jack looked up and smiled "Changing some of the plants over" he replied walking over to the wheelbarrow. Conrad watched him for a moment "Why?" he now asked. Jack chuckled "Well these are a little damaged and need nursing in the greenhouse" he replied. "Oh, like a hospital you mean?" Conrad replied leaning over his handle bars showing some interest. "Yeah I suppose you can look at it that way" Jack replied "you can help if you are bored" he offered. Conrad contemplated for a moment "Will I get dirty?" he asked "only you have dirt smudges on your face". Jack laughed shaking his head "Gardening is a dirty job Conrad" he said "your hands might get dirty". Conrad laid his bike down "I don't mind dirty hands" he said "Charlie gets really dirty at football". "Is that why you don't play?" Jack asked watching Conrad sit down beside him. "Yes and I hate playing it" Conrad replied "do I dig holes?" he asked getting excited. Jack was not the kind of person who had time for kids or enjoyed being around them. But there was something different about Conrad and the way he sat diligently watching and listening to Jack talk. A bit of boredom that day lead Conrad down a long term interest in horticulture and a friendship with Jack. He explained about the hibiscus plant and reeling off all the different parts of it, Conrad surprised Jack picking up the information so quickly and able to talk about the plant like he had known about it for years. He proved to be more than competent at treating the plant delicately and planting it correctly. Conrad's mother realised she hadn't seen him cycle past for a couple of hours and frantically ran out of the house and spotting his bike on the grass verge of the roundabout. Jody ran up the road and saw Conrad with a plant in his hand and became anxious and angry that he was digging them up. "Conrad what are doing?" Jody called at him coming to a stop "put it back immediately you naughty boy". Jack came out through the gate carrying some baby plants "It's okay he has been helping" he said. Jody looked at Jack "Sorry I thought for a moment he was digging them up" she said in relief. Jack smiled and picked up the plants Conrad had dug up "Nice job Conrad you got all the root system". "Sorry mum, I didn't mean to scare you" Conrad said standing up looking upset. Jody put her arm around him "You should have told us, you have been gone nearly 2 hours". Jack walked over with a tray of plants "Here Conrad these are for you to grow". "Wow" Conrad said gleefully "thanks" he said smiling. "Your welcome" Jack replied "Next Saturday do you want to help me with the other side?" he asked. Conrad jumped "Oh yes please, can I mum?" he pleaded with her. "Yes" Jody replied then looked at Jack "Are you sure you don't mind Jack?" she asked. "It is a pleasure teaching him" Jack replied "You better get those planted today" he said to Conrad. "Yes I will do" Conrad said walking over to pick his bike up. "Maybe I can come and check on them next Saturday for you?" Jack suggested and Conrad nodded. Conrad thanked him again, his mother was pleased that at last he had shown an interest in something. Over the weeks and months saw a beautiful friendship both with Jack and flowers growing, spending time with Jack who every Saturday got him more and more interested in horticulture and was loving the results watching his own flower bed in the back garden blossoming. A few times Conrad was even lucky enough to be allowed in to the grounds of the manor and the greenhouse where Jack did most of his cultivating. This was only allowed when the owner was away which was quite often. Conrad would sit there watching and asking questions through his growing interest, although never allowed near the manor itself he didn't care and just loved the time there happily pushing the wheelbarrow and help weed the numerous flowering beds around the expansive gardens. Many of the plants towered over Conrad and designed to hide much of the manor house but provide exceptional views from the terrace across the grounds. Jack would walk along and point to a plant asking Conrad the name both in Latin and English. Every birthday and Christmas Jack brought Conrad books on horticulture. By the time Conrad was 11 years old Jack could give him a plant and tell him what plant to put it next to without any further guidance. He also did most of the gardening at his family home now and diligently looked after the flower bed at the front with the abundance of hibiscus plants making some of the neighbours a little jealous. Each house along the road had an hibiscus bed against the pavement, they soon asked Conrad to tend to their flower beds one by one earning him some extra cash. Charlie would occasionally come along and sit chatting to Conrad moving from house to house and also a little jealous that his brother had been inside the manor grounds. Conrad had already made his mind up this is where he saw his future with plants. Once cold Saturday in December when Conrad was 13 years old and Jack had just celebrated his 31st birthday he was with Jack in the greenhouse. The owner was supposed to be out for the day and Conrad was making conversation with Jack when he realised they were not alone. Simon stood at the door to the greenhouse and Conrad turned and saw him properly for the first time ever. "Jack!" he said loudly "Who is this?" Simon asked sounding incredibly angry. Jack dropped the terracotta pot jumping "Simon!" he replied turning quickly "I'm sorry let me explain". Simon looked at Conrad "Get rid of the kid then come to the study" he demanded walking away. Conrad looked frightened "I got you into trouble" he said picking up his coat. Jack laughed "Don't worry Conrad I am not in trouble, he just lacks any social skills" he said laughing. Jack walked Conrad to the gate "I will pop by later and help you with your flower bed" he said. "Thanks and I am sorry" Conrad said again. Jack smiled "You have nothing to be sorry about, don't worry" he said saying good bye to him. Conrad watched the gate close and Jack who stormed across the courtyard opening the front door and banging it shut loudly. He gulped noticing how angry Jack was and it frightened him a little, he saw a side to Jack that he had never seen before. Jack slammed the door shut walking across the entrance hall leaving mud marks on the marble floor in his wake. Jack threw open the study door "What the fuck Simon you rude ignorant person, how dare you" he shouted. Jack banged his fist on the desk "You high and mighty piece of shit frightening that young guy" he ranted on. Simon stood looking out the window "Have you finished?" he asked turning around "bit young even for you". "Your disgusting and I have never been so humiliated in my life" Jack stood there flushed in his face. Simon smirked "Not even when I raped you in the greenhouse for being late one morning?" he asked. Jack walked around and stood in front of Simon "Bastard" he said about to slap Simon. Simon grabbed his hands and pushed him over the desk making light work of Jack's jeans letting them slip to the floor. Simon pulled his cock out and rubbed it against Jack's hole then pushed in full force, Jack moaned through the pain and pleasure his arms sending objects on the desk flying on to the floor 'little slut likes my toxic cock in his ass' Simon said thrusting hard in to Jack. His hips rapidly pumping his cock deep with purpose, he never even hit the five minute mark before he held Jack's shoulders down and grunted planting his viral seed deep inside the gardeners arse. Simon kissed his shoulder "Don't bring anyone on the grounds you know I hate it" he said. Jack pushed his ass back "No, I want you to allow Conrad" he replied standing up. "Why?" Simon asked putting his cock away. "I like teaching him" Jack replied "he is interested in horticulture and very bright" he informed Simon. Simon chuckled "So am I but the kind where I plant my seed" he said slapping Jack's ass. "Your just a dirty old poz man" Jack replied doing up his jeans and smiling at Simon. Simon laughed shaking his head "I'm only 10 years older than you" he replied. "So can I?" Jack asked again sitting on the desk "he has been coming in to the garden for 6 years". "You cheeky bugger" Simon replied looking shocked "who else are you sneaking in to the gardens?". Jack smiled "No one, he is a really nice kid lives at number 8" he replied "I have never seen anyone grow so interested like Conrad". "Is that how all the houses now have nice hibiscus flower beds along the road" Simon asked. Jack nodded and Simon returned to looking out the window "Okay but not in the house" he said. "I would say thank you but gratitude is lost on you" Jack said picking up the items off the floor. "You will pay for that later" Simon said still looking out the window "Bay tree needs attention". Jack walked over and kissed him "Next subject for Conrad to learn about then" he replied and walked out. Standing there looking out of the window Simon smiled watching the reflection of Jack leaving, at 41 he had changed a lot since making his money. From a skinny nerd to a muscular attractive guy well presented but a total devious pig in bed. He was not massively endowed but his seven inches of thick pozzing cock never missed it's target. Simon hosted the occasional sex party for many wealthy London and foreign men to spend a night in private with a guy at the mansion. It was almost like a secret society club, some would fly in from abroad and Simon would often fly to their sex parties. He had no idea how many guys he had converted deliberately or not so as he was never interested in them. They were an arse and it had to be bred. Both Jack and he were not stupid and knew they were highly toxic barebackers and stealthers. Most guys never had seconds or thirds unless they were hot or poz already. Jack was the only person Simon was close to on an intimate level, not partners by any means since they both loved their sexual independence. Sharing a secretive bond ever since Simon pozzed Jack unknowingly years ago, from then on they remained close as friends and fuck buddies. Jack knew Simon inside out and knew what made him tick, he therefore knew Simon could trust him with Conrad. As Conrad grew up understanding more about the world he had some suspicions that underneath Jack was gay, several times he wondered if he was as well since he spent a lot of time with Jack. Quickly burying those thoughts deep in his mind the uncertainty forgotten about, after all Jack was no different from anyone else in his eyes. Shortly after his 16th birthday Conrad was now visiting every Saturday and sometimes Sunday even when Simon was home, he only saw him a few times but never really to speak to since he mostly talked to Jack about changes to the garden. One Saturday morning Conrad came running through the grounds towards the greenhouse holding a letter. Nearly tripping over in his to get inside the greenhouse and screamed excitedly to Jack that he had been accepted on the horticultural course at a local college. Jack was just as excited and swept Conrad up off his feet in a big hug kissing him on the cheek then quickly put him down remembering he was still very young. Jack sat listening to Conrad rattle on about the course and also the prospect of it leading to sitting some of the RHS official exams. A few weeks on and Jack let Conrad tend to the hedges surrounding the pool and sun terrace to the right of the manor. It was very rare he got to see this side of the garden since it was devoid of plants just hedges to protect the terrace. Conrad was snipping away quietly when he heard the strange sound, peering through the hedge out of curiosity he saw Simon laying down on his stomach on a sun lounger. He opened his eyes wide realising his ass was bouncing up and down making slapping noises. Conrad could just make out that a younger guy was underneath Simon making strange noises in between pleads to get bred. Conrad was stuck unable to look away and transfixed on Simon fucking the guy, it was arousing more than just curiosity making Conrad giggle a little too loudly. Conrad jumped out of his skin when Jack tapped him on the shoulder "Come away" Jack said quietly. "Sorry" Conrad immediately apologise "I won't say anything honest" he said looking embarrassed. Jack chuckled "If you do you would no longer be allowed here" he said as a warning. "Do you do that as well?" Conrad asked Jack completely out of the blue. "Err.." Jack was stumped and knew that at 16 Conrad was at very impressionable age. Conrad stared at Jack "I don't mind" he said "you know if you are gay it doesn't bother me". Jack walked with Conrad "With Simon yes" he eventually replied after a pause then looked at Conrad. "Right, so how that does that work with you both if he is bonking someone now?" Conrad asked. Jack burst out laughing "Get older then I will happily explain" he said "but your too young now". "But are you together?" Conrad asked catching up with Jack. Jack smiled "Not really, we just have a very close bond and a sexual love for each other" he replied. Conrad looked up at him "I really don't mind you being gay" he casually said easing the tension. Jack smiled at him "Good" he replied "I really like our little friendship we have and teaching you" he said. "Me to" Conrad said "you still got a shit load to teach me". "God that school you go to has taught you some bad language" Jack replied then laughed. Jack got his phone out and read the message "Oh, we have been summoned" he said. Conrad looked scared "Surely he doesn't know I saw them?" he asked "is he going to ban me?" he panicked. "Don't be silly Conrad" Jack said reassuringly "Simon maybe many things but he is reasonable". They walked back to the greenhouse and put away the tools and gloves then walked up towards the manor, he was half excited having never been inside but also bricking himself with anxiety and nerves about why they had been summoned. Conrad was amazed by the kitchen where they both took their boots off then walked through and across the large entrance hall towards the lounge where Simon was waiting. Simon nodded to them both walking him "I will cut to the chase what did you see?" he asked Conrad. Conrad looked at Simon "You want the truth or what I should say?" Conrad asked nervously. It certainly stumped Simon and he looked to Jack "What did he see?" he asked. "You know what he saw, I sent him there to clip the hedges "Jack replied rolling his eyes. Simon looked at Conrad "Whatever I saw goes not further than here" Conrad said looking at Simon. It was the most surreal experience, Simon was very imposing with an air of absolute confidence standing there. Conrad did wonder if this front was an intimidation tactic to try and break him. But Conrad was becoming very confident in his own way and stood there staring back at Simon, it was like they were playing to see who would blink or crack first. Simon chuckled and smiled "Drink both of you?" he asked walking and not waiting for an answer. Jack called out Simon "He knows about you and me" causing Simon to turn looking rather differently this time. Simon fetched them both a soda from the fridge and watched Jack put his arm around Conrad's shoulder looking at the two cactus growing in the kitchen. Simon had to admit he actually found it adorable that Jack had taken Conrad under his wings and in the process grew to be good friends. It was some months after and a bit of badgering from Jack that Simon turned a blind eyes to Conrad being in the grounds of Hibiscus Manor. Out of the blue one day Simon invited Conrad to dinner with Jack and himself, his parents a little sceptical at first knowing the rumours of Simon being gay but allowed it since Jack was also going to be there. Conrad dressed in shirt and trousers pressed the button and the wrought iron gates swung open, Jack was at the door to meet him and took him through to the lounge for a drink before dinner. "Welcome Conrad" Simon said standing up "I'm glad you could join us". "It was hit and miss until they knew Jack was going to be here" Conrad said sitting down. Simon looked a little confused "Why Jack?" he asked curiously. "Oh they don't know he is gay" Conrad said taking them both by pleasant surprise. Jack handed Conrad a coke "You haven't told them I am gay?" he asked. "No" Conrad replied "they would have stopped me being friends with you" he said "you know the age thing". They both laughed "You certainly are extraordinary Conrad" Simon replied feeling more relaxed. Dinner became an almost regular thing several times a year, Simon still kept very guarded around Conrad mostly due to his age. Conrad would talk about his current girlfriend laughing at the vomiting sounds Jack and Simon would make. It was seeing them together that Conrad saw how much affection Simon and Jack had for each other and a few times it even made him a little jealous, why? Conrad thought and simply put it down to Simon having something with Jack that he couldn't. Jack continued teaching him and even offered to help out with Conrad's tuition fees but he point blank refused telling him he liked his independence and making his own way in life. They loved hearing about Conrad and Charlie growing up but he would not reveal the only real way to tell them apart and they would have to find that out. Outside of those dinners Conrad hardly saw or engaged in any conversation with Simon, when he did Simons was always pleasant enough by still very dismissive of him. Conrad was doing exceptionally well at college and applied for one of the most prestigious and expensive courses run by the RHS in Botany Science. The week of his 18th birthday Conrad was invited by Simon for dinner at the manor. He tried and got a taste very quickly for champagne. Conrad sat down to dinner only this time it was a very different meal, caviar, lobster and steak were all on the menu. The caviar he didn't like but the Lobster Etoufee starter intrigued him at first then taking a small mouthful Simon watched his eyes light up with the flavours dancing across his tongue. Toasting his 18th birthday it didn't take long for Simon broach the subject of how to tell him apart from his twin and Conrad knew it was going to come as some point having gone on for nearly a year now. Conrad chuckled "I am Charlie by the way, Conrad is out with his girlfriend so I stood in for him". Simon sat there quietly amused but really unsure "Dam" he said "I am trying to think of something to ask". Jack chuckled "You are Conrad" he said rubbing his eye smiling. "You know?" Conrad asked laughing "how long have you known?". Jack smiled "I think when you turned 9 and Charlie came out to help with the flower bed" he replied. Simon looked at them both "Tell me or Jack pays for it later?" he said winking at Jack. "Disgusting you two" Conrad said laughing "I have brown eyes and Charlie has blue" he confessed. In many ways Simon had regretted not getting to know Conrad earlier like Jack had, he loved how uncanny Jack and Conrad had become evolving their own mannerisms and happily gardening away together laughing and joking all the time. When Simon had a fuck over they would often get put off by the laughter coming from the flower beds. Now though with Conrad having turned 18 Simon would often walk to where they were telling them to be quiet and finally engaging in conversation with Conrad. It became evident that Simon had always played it cool and distant to protect himself and Conrad from any rumours. At 19 he had bloomed in to a stunning young guy, clever and incredibly knowledgeable about flora and fauna after completing three years at college. Over the years Jack had continued taking pictures of Conrad gardening often sending them to Jody who kept them in an album along with pictures she would take of Charlie at football. It was after dinner just before his 20th birthday the three of them sat on the sofa with Jack running through the pictures. Not only did it show Conrad going from a novice to capable gardener it was also a timeline of him growing up over the eight years. The younger Conrad showed a shy playfulness then older Conrad showed how more confident he was and many of the pictures captured him looking directly in to Jack's eyes. Indeed Conrad who sat there with them was a very different person who had grown in to his looks. Simon suggested that Jack and Conrad find the best picture from each year and he would get them printed to put up in his study. Conrad agreed on one condition that he could have a picture of all three of them together, unsuspectingly Simon agreed and within days the picture was hung in the study and a copy given to Conrad. Three weeks after the picture was taken Jack fell to his first bout of serious illness, it took a couple of months to clear up. He knew it was his body reacting to his reluctance to take medication. He had lost a little weight and Simon had moved him in to the manor to look after him until he was fit and well again. Conrad knew he was sick and was told he had a viral infection that would take a while to clear from his body. He would come round in the evenings and take Jack outside for some fresh air and walk round the garden with him slowly. Simon watched from the study window unable to fathom Conrad out for a straight person, he was clearly quite attached to Jack, well they almost grown up together apart from the age difference. It was clear that Jack had an astonishing influence on Conrad and he treated Jack like an older brother. He spent a few days at the start of the summer holiday with Jack cramming in more knowledge and reading through books. Simon brought them a drink to the terrace, Conrad promised to have dinner with them tomorrow evening before he went to visit his aunt in London. Jack stood to walk with Conrad and they hugged at the gates of the manor, Conrad didn't know why he did it but it just felt right he leaned in and kissed Jack on the cheek then hugged him again 'see you tomorrow' he said and walked along the road. It took Jack by surprise at first and it just reaffirmed how much Conrad meant to him. Simon had made his peace with his decision not to take meds, he knew the dangers but the thrill of having the power with a high viral load against neg guys lead him down a sometimes dark and very devious route. Jack was no different and even more prolific when it came to fucking guys and planting his seed. It was a side to him that Conrad knew nothing about that in the evenings Jack would cruise around notorious parks or hook up sites which always paid off. In private away from the manor Jack was never short of perverts who wanted converting. That first bout of serious illness that Jack fell to signalled a ticking time bomb to Simon and he knew Jack was not going to be around forever. It had never bothered either of them previously but Simon couldn't help thinking about how Conrad was going to react if he was still around and found out about Jack in particular. As it turned out Simon even missed Conrad's cheery disposition and laughter around the grounds during the two weeks he was in London.

Honestly, this all sounds too complicated to try to unpack and work through with strangers on the Internet. A good, sex-positive therapist can probably help you sort this all out. Whether or not you do that, please be honest with your girlfriend if you need to start having sex with men on the side.

I totally agree with you!

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): JP Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): (619) 633-2136 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): USA, DC, AZ, NV, CA Times you're generally not available: During the day Age: 28 Height: 6’2” Weight: 185 Ethnicity: White

The first time I worked for them (they had hired me begrudgingly), they told me that they wouldn't pay for my travel. Brad McGuire had told them he wanted to do a scene with me, and so they told me that if I could get myself to IML in Chicago (I'm in Philadelphia), they would film a scene with us. And so, I got myself out there, and shortly after checking in to the hotel, like no less than 15 minutes, I was downstairs in the marketplace, where I saw the Treasure Island table. I went up to it, and Dan Fisk was working it at the moment. I told him I was there to shoot for the studio, and surprisingly, him and I hit it off very quickly (which is kinda unusual for me), and he took me up to his room and fucked me, lol. Afterwards, he told me that he ALSO was now wanting to shoot a scene with me (which, along with Brad wanting to initially, was one the most goddamn flattering things in the world to me to this day). So he asked whomever was running the show that weekend, Paul and whoever else, and they said (again, begrudgingly) that they would, but that they wouldn't spend any money to rent or use a location for it, which is why my scene with Dan Fisk is in the stairwell of the hotel. AND they paid me practically nothing for that scene, which, on one hand, was fine, because I would have blown Dan in the stairwell for free, haha, but on the other hand, I mean, I feel like studios should at least pretend to give a shit about their models. I dunno. Basically, what I'm saying is, yeah, Treasure Island has a long history of A) Being cheap as fuck, and B) Giving zero fucks about the people working for them.

I started to suck my fathers cock when I was 18. He had 9 inches of uncut, delicious cock and nice large suck able balls. He was a logger and we had worked all day and were covered in dirt. He stopped at the river on our way home and said lets go for a swim. I said OK. he undressed and we swam nude. Skinny dipping. It was getting dark and I was mesmerized by his huge cock. He was standing in the river knee deep and I just dropped to my knees in the water and took his big soft uncut cock in my mouth and sucked it. He got hard and held my head and pushed it down my throat, oh how I loved the taste of his cock, precum and cum. He told me I would have to suck him again and well I have for 20 years.

My condolences on your loss. If I can add my two cents, speak with a grief counselor. It really helps. I was adopted. It's always an option, and I can personally tell you it makes a difference.

No it's not the worse. It's just that when you feel stressed this puts a time-pressure upon you. Like you want everything to be done right now. I feel insecure about the family part, about finding a job and about coping with this situation.

@Sharp-edge - I married a woman and have two great kids (now in their early 20s) that we both love. The marriage lasted 17 years, and the end of it nearly destroyed me. I still love her very much, though it’s not returned beyond friendship. She was unhappy, and I let her go, under the pretense that I had discovered I was gay. Now, ‘pretense’ may seem like a puzzling choice of word from a cumdump actually trained to service men, but all of that happened after the marriage ended. Before that I was - and I remain - bisexual. Pay no attention to those who claim that there are no real bisexuals, just confused gays - I’m not confused in the least. I like sex with ladies just fine... in the context of a loving relationship. When it’s just a question of lust and appetite, I prefer men because they seem to enjoy the meal more, and there are fare fewer ... entanglements afterward. I’m telling you all this to say that you need not slot yourself into a category and vow to remain there forevermore. Like the vast majority of humans on this sphere, you probably fall somewhere on the sexual spectrum in between the two extremes of totally gay and totally straight, and it’s perfectly fine for you to have an interest in females - you’re just looking at a larger menu of possible relationships. Children, however. Children change the game completely. Once a child arrives, it doesn’t matter whether you’ve decided whether you’re gay or straight, because it’s not about you anymore and it won’t be about you again for another 20 years, at least. You’re not gay, you’re not straight, you’re Dad. And if you’re not ready for your life to devote your life to the support somebody else for a long while, my man, don’t even think about fucking a woman bare. Of course, there are other ways to interact in positive an nurturing ways with children, such as getting involved with nonprofit educational programs, parks, summer camps, etc., and should you end up finding a same-sex partner, you can always look into adoption if the pair of you feel it’s time for the commitment. Time - that’s the thing. You’ve still got some. Don’t rush, don’t panic, and above all spend an entire week with a 13-year-old before you make any rash decisions.

If you do marry be upfront about your gay desires. Otherwise you may regret it and feel trapped....*insert me here*

Very hot! The whole MEAT-MARKET RITUAL CONVERSION thing! Beats living in fear and virtual abstinence and then STILL getting pozzed by an innocent-looking dude one took a 'chance with'. (like I did, depriving myself for decades of ever seeing and feeling the intense rush of total debauchery and surrender) Personally, I regret! All the hot, jaded, promiscuous slut-fuckers I passed up on over the years. In hindsight I (we all) we crave their rugged, well-seasoned breeder cocks. That and their seed, their DNA, their nonchalant demeanor that claimed your hole like any other they habitually hunt for and score ego-points with on their belts. "Fucked him too! Balls-deep! BAREBACK!" Getting that 'reputation! Just being 'another notch', a quickie with a semi-demon in the dark... spit-lubed, no 'protection', all seedy and with red flags... maybe one being a biohazard tat!? Which is probably why the most rugged and fast-paced guys in the scene really do it for me now. POZ, promiscuous, inked and pierced, no rubbers ever. Negative guys will do but not if they remind me too much of my skittish tame former amateur self! Now it's GOT TO BE a badass dude, the 'probably-poz' or the proudly poz who are verbal about 'demon-seed' and all that! MAJOR POINTS!!! And then retaining the fucker's seed like it's the ritual sacrament of the unholy CUM-union! Retaining it to the state of full absorption. Feeling like the hardcore sexual legacy of the random buck has passed onto and into you! Making you (me) feel extra slutty and 'part' of the brotherhood! The internal mind-game of 'playing with fire' is such a high!

He fucked me from 13 to 18. 2-3 times a week. For me was so nice! He introduced me to sex in the greatest way!

I remember how everyone looked down on the slutty girls in high school, and I think, "I am SO much sluttier now than the sluttiest girls in my high school ever thought about being." I mean, I'm sitting here trying to figure out HOW MANY 1000s of nameless cocks I've had in my mouth and my butthole. What would my favorite teachers say? [EG]

Hey there. Coming to Philly and going to a Club Philly on Sunday November 3rd all afternoon and evening looking to get bred, especially in the sling 🙂

some men prefer to watch dirty sluts like me get fucked by nasty trolls.its a great way to remind a faggot what it is. a fuckhole

I need me a husband like this! Won't mind my hole being a cummy mess always.

PART 7 About five more old men fucked me and thoroughly bred my ass that early morning after Hank unloaded inside me. When everyone was gone, I slept for a couple of hours, cum covering and leaking out my hole; my white jock torn and drenched. I took a shower in that motel room and marveled at the ache in my hole as I stood under the water. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve taken up my ass. After getting dressed, I walked out the motel door. My hole felt bruised, but I was reminded with every step of the many cocks and cum loads my hole took the night before. It’s been a week since that night and Hank hasn’t texted, and neither has Phil. So I took down my profile from the safe-sex website, and logged on to BarebackFuckers.com when I could, to see if there were any men wanting to fuck me. Many of the men who fucked me in the motel “buddied” me with messages like, “Your ass still sore, boy?” and “Can I bare fuck that perfect jock butt of yours again?” Knowing that I’d want these men again, I kept my replies short and sweet: “Yep. Still sore. Thanks” and “Yes, sir. Let’s schedule a time.” I publicly buddied these men back with the relationship designated as “Fuckbuddies” on every one. With that, it seemed, many of their top friends wanted in on breaking in my butt. Leon wrote me a message. “It’s game day, jock boy. Are you going to get in my car after your game? I’ll take you to my place where I’ll undo your pants and bend you over and bareback your hole through your jockstrap again. Leave you with another of my loads deep inside. I can drive you to your team’s bar afterwards. $1,000. You’ll have a load up your butt and wad in your pocket.” I laughed and answered the message. “Sure thing, Leon. I’m all in. $1,000. I’ll meet you at your car after the game. The coach usually gives a pep talk afterward, but it shouldn’t take too long.” It was almost 12:30 when I met up with Leon at his car. We had won, and I was eager to celebrate with Leon’s large raw cock up my butt. He unlocked the passenger’s side door and I got in. The old man immediately perved over me in my uniform. He put his hand over my crotch and felt the mound of my protective cup. He knocked on it and smiled, hearing the thud of hard plastic, before reaching into my pants to pull the cup out and throw it to the floor. As we drove, he rubbed my hard cock through the polyester/lycra baseball pants. My precum, having saturated my jock pouch, created a wet spot on the the front of my white pants. When we pulled into Leon’s garage, he closed the door and immediate put his face in my crotch. He put the wet spot on my baseball pants into his mouth and began sucking. My cockhead felt the heat of Leon’s mouth through the fabric and my cock only pushed harder against the fabric to feel Leon’s mouth. As my hardon strained against the fabric, I forced more precum into the jock pouch and pants, wanting Leon to feed off of my young sperm. But, ultimately, it wasn’t my cock that Leon wanted. “Get out and lean against the hood,” he demanded. My pants were already unsnapped and unzipped. So, I got out and leaned over the hood of the car on the passenger’s side. Leon walked around the car and positioned himself behind me. His hands explored my ass through the uniform. “Fuck, I can’t believe I get to have this ass again.” I felt Leon pull down my pants slide a finger up my hole. He pulled the finger out and heard him open a canister behind me. He inserted two fingers into my hole with something cool and slick. “That’s Crisco I’m lubing you with. That’s what we used to use in the olden days.” He worked his fingers inside me for about a minute before withdrawing. “Your butt looks amazing in a jock. And that hole—that perfect, pink hole of yours. I’ll bet it’s pink, tight and happy because it’s still neg. But, you want my cock bad, don’t you, boy?” Leon put a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to breathe in. As I did, Leon talked some more. “Yeah, that’s right my MVP shortstop. You want nothing more than for old Leon to fuck his poz pole into your neg jock hole, don’t you?” The poppers might be something special because I was flying in no time. “Yes, sir.” “Say you want my poz cock.” “I want it. I want your poz cock inside me.” He held the poppers under my nose longer. “Do you want me to put on a rubber? That could be fun.” I thought: But, the Crisco would break the condom. Ohhhh! Leon wants to “stealth” me. Flying on poppers, I managed to say, “Fuck my hole, Leon! Make sure to put on a condom. I’m neg!” “That’s what I like to hear. Hot neg jock boys who want poz daddies to lube them up and put on condoms.” I could hear a condom being taken out of its package. A few seconds later, I could feel Leon’s latex sheathed cock rubbing my hole. He took my hand and forced me to fell the rubber on his cock. “See! All safe.” He slammed it against my hole a few times then entered it, roughly. He pushed all the way into me to bottom out in my guts. “Ahhhhh!” I yelled. Leon once again pushed my head down onto the hood of the car as he mounted my hole. “FUUUUCK that’s big!” “Just wait a bit, Adam, you’ll loosen up for me.” Leon then started long-dicking me with his massive meat. “Stay still and let daddy fuck up that cute boy hole. Hit the poppers again if you need to. I’m taking this hole.” “Fuck!” I grabbed the brown bottle again and hit off it until my whole body tingled with warmth. I could feel Leon ram fucking my ass with his giant cock, but it didn’t hurt so much now. He fucked me like that for 10 minutes, deep drilling me, pushing my legs farther apart to the point that I heard my uniform pants zipper stretch and rip between my knees. Fuck this is hot! Leon pulled out a few times to punch my hole with his cockhead as he reentered me, grunting. He kept his hand on the back of my neck as he fucked me. “Stay still, boy, while I fuck you. I want to bruise up that pink hole of yours so that you’ll feel me all week.” He continued using his cockhead to bust my hole open roughly. I could sense Leon getting close as his grip on the nape of my neck tightened. I used my ass muscles to try to get more of his cock inside me. I heard a snap. “Adam. You’re neg, right?” “Yes, sir” Leon pulled out for a few seconds, doing something with the rubber and pushed back in with a grunt. “Okay, I’m close.” Leon began fucking me hard and fast. “But the condom fucking broke, kid. Sorry, but you gave me this sweet jock ass to use! I’m fucking you raw now. No rubber between us. No safety. You feel my bare cock inside you, Adam? You like it, don’t you!” “Fuck!” “So fuckin hot! I’m gonna fucking charge your hole, Adam.” I struggled under his strong arm but not a lot. I continued to milk his cock with my ass muscles trying to get him to unload. “I’m gonna fucking unload my poz nut up your neg butt, jock boy! BE STILL!” Leon bucked hard into my ass and I soon felt his cock swell and a powerful burst of hot fluid flood me. “MMMnd! Yeah, boy! Take that poz load up that sweet pink hole.” Again more volleys of Leon’s poz cum shot deep inside my rectum. Leon had my head pushed down hard again the hood as he finished off and slipped out of my hole. “Fuck yeah, boy! You took my load like a pro. Get in the car.” I turned around and saw Leon’s major piece of daddy meat covered in Crisco and cum. The broken condom was just a rolled ring of latex at the bottom Leon’s shaft. I pulled up my pants, tucked in my jersey and rebelted my softball uniform and got back into the passenger’s seat. Without cleaning up or removing the condom, Leon pulled up his pants, tucked and buckled, and got into the driver’s seat. Leon gave me one thousand dollars in an envelope and dropped me off at the bar where my team celebrates their wins. “Till next time, boy?” he asked while checking out some of my drunk teammates. “Any time, sir.”

Part 5 The cigar smoker had just lodged his cock all the way into my butt when he put the brown bottle of poppers under my nose. “Take a hit, boy. I’m not gentle.” I took in the fumes, putting my nostril against the top ridge of the bottle, then I did the same with the other nostril. I felt the heat go to my head and to my groin simultaneously and I gasped. Cigar man took that to mean I was lit. “Fuck yeah, boy, surrender that bubble butt to my big raw dick.” The man plowed into me roughly, in and out. I could feel sperm from my rectum sliding onto my balls as this man’s cock jackhammered my hole. “Mmmmmm, that feels nice. Are you going to take my load, boy?” The man pulled the hair on the back of my head. “Yes, sir,” I answered. “That’s right, boy. You are getting my load.” With that, the man shoved his cock all the way in, and I felt his warm fluid shoot hard up my hole. “Fuck! Take it, boy.” After unloading, the man started jackhammering my hole again. He cussed and fucked as if he was working to accomplish something more with my hole than just breeding it. “Damn, just fuck! Shit!” About five other men stood around the room watching and egging the top on. “Yeah, breed it! Breed that newbie hole good!” “We’re next,” said a gruff voice from behind us. Cigar man pulled out and slapped my ass. One man got underneath me. He was white haired and muscular with a beard and blue eyes. Probably in his early 60s. “Hey there, ShortStop, you’re just as cute as your pics on that safe-sex site,” he grinned. Then another man mounted me from behind and started shoving his cock into my butt. “You’re going to need to popper up, kid.” He held the bottle under my nose as his buddy slid into my ass. Once he hit bottom, I heard the top say from behind my head, “Okay, now you.” The white haired man held the poppers under my nose for about a half minute more, before he capped the bottle and started pushing his boner against my hole and the other man’s shaft. The poppers loosened up my resolve and I relaxed, letting a second raw cock push up inside me. “Damn hot!” the white haired man grinned as his dick sank into me snug against the hard cock of his buddy. The others in the room cheered as my hole finally opened up for the second cock. When both cocks were inside me, they each started thrusting in opposite directions. The thought of how the sperm inside my hole was lubing up both shafts thoroughly had me rock hard in my now jizz-soaked jock strap. “Yes!” I moaned. “Fuck me. Take that hole.” The two old men continued to fuck in and out of my hole, sometimes in different directions, sometimes they plunged their rigid cocks into me together causing me to yell out. The other men in the room loved it. Poz9in was still there, too, occasionally grabbing my hard dick and jacking it as he watched my hole now taking in two semen covered cocks. He was jacking me when he asked the men for their HIV status. The guy under me answered, “We’re here to poz ShortStop91.” “Fuck!” I said aloud. Both cocks were hitting my prostate. “We like to cruise that safe-only site that this boy is on," he explained. "Once in a while, we score a young neg sub. We start with condoms, but somehow he will end up getting our raw cocks and loads inside him by morning. But the BarebackFuckers ad said this hot jock’s finally taking loads.” “Fuck yes, he is,” Poz9in replied. “Fuckin’ hot,” said the man on top of me and I felt the two cocks grow bigger and harder. “I’m getting close to cumming.” “Me too,” said the white haired man. “Let’s try to come together and fucking fill up this safe jock’s hole.” They both started pounding my ass as Poz9in held the poppers bottle under my nose again. “Open up that pink hole for me, baby. I want to see these men fuckin breed you with their toxic seed.” I took about eight hits. I was once again letting old men have and use my hole bareback, and I was fucking turned on—And these old men were actually trying to poz me! I felt Poz9in put his hand back into my jock and feel my dick. “He wants it.” Both men inside me were fucking me in sync now which made me yell out when they hit bottom, plunging both their cocks in. They, too, were vocal in building up to cumming. “Ah, I’m going to fucking cum,” said the man on top of me. “Fucking take it, now, jock boy,” said the white haired man. “We want you knocked up good.” “Fuck yeah. FUCK!” the top's mouth was pressed against the back of my ear. He was unloading. “Jesus fucking… fuck!” “Yeah, shit! Me, too.” The white haired man went rigid and held my ass down so he could push his cock in as far as possible. I could feel both cocks pulse as they pumped their warm poz jizz into me. As they spasmed, both men seemed to fight to get deeper into my hole. “Damn! We got him. We got him. That’s about 7 days build-up of poz sperm we just pumped into you, boy. Hope it takes.” As the men slowly pulled both of their dicks out of my hole and leave the bed, Poz9in still knew I was buzzed on poppers and kept his hand in my jock, pumping my dick. On my knees with my legs spread, my wet fuck hole was open and exposed to the rest of the men in the room. I felt Poz9in tug on my jock pouch and there was a loud ripping sound as the threads gave way. I felt the cool air of the room on my hard dick when it fell out of the broken jock strap. Poz9in said, “I haven’t tasted young neg cum in a long time.” I watched as his head went between my legs and, still buzzing on poppers, I felt the wet warmth of his mouth on my dick. He sucked on it and I was ecstatic. As his tongue worked the sensitive head of my cock, my ass begged for another cock from the room of old men. Anyone, I thought, someone please put a cock in me. I heard the rustling of movement in the room as Poz9in started going up and down on my dick with his mouth and throat. To make more room for his head and shoulder, I had to raise my right knee off the bed. That’s when I felt the next man’s large hands grab hold of my thighs and his cock enter my fully spermed up hole. Poz sperm, no less! The man’s girthy hard cock slipped easily inside, and started fucking me. “Ahhhh, yeah. Let's all get this cute jock boy fucked up,” the man said as he began to pound me hard.

7. "You just guess you are?" Eli asked. He pulled hard on the cord for the beads and they shifted violently in my ass. Even as rough as it felt, my ass still tightened. It craved every perfect feeling. "I am," I said, correcting myself. "Good answer," Eli said. "I was worried I was going to have to make you take my cock." "Or you'd have to give him another booty bump," Javier added. I was worried that he was going to give Eli ideas. Unfortunately, Eli had already gone there. "Nah, at least not yet. Gotta let that first one dissolve before we give him more." I had a bit of a reprieve. I was tweaked higher than I had been in a very long time, maybe ever. Any more crystal, and I wasn't going to be able to control myself. All I could think about was sex: big, raw cocks entering me, raw dicks abusing my holes, and getting all that thick spooge inside of me. "How's it feel up there?" Eli asked me, jolting me back to the present. He was pulling the beads up and down in my ass. "Really good. But not as good as your cock," I said. "Right on," Eli said. "Don't worry. We'll fix that soon enough." He started to pull on the cord and extracted the two beads from my gut. The last bit of the shard scratched the walls of my ass, but the crystal stayed where it belonged, inside of me. "Fuck, here comes the last bead," Eli said. My hole stretched wide as the first bead slowly emerged; I hoped it was clean. Eli didn't pull it all the way out at first; he played with it a bit, letting the crown emerge, then gently pressing it back into me. "Damn. Hungry hole, keeping every drop of sperm inside you, huh?" I just nodded. Even though Eli was being rougher than I would have wanted, nothing he did hurt. The fat bead stretched open my hole and that was an unfamiliar sensation. It had been a long time since I had played with the beads and I needed to get used to them. "Last one. Just one more to go. You ready for it?" Eli asked. "Do a hit of your poppers." I opened the bottle and inhaled deeply. Eli watched me and waited for the moment when the poppers hit. When the first wave washed over me, he pulled on the cord. He pulled out the bead in a fast, smooth stroke. I almost didn't feel my ass open up and let the bead pass. But I did feel my hole try valiantly to close up again. "Nice. Closed up so nicely." "That's gonna look damn good stretched around your cock, Bro," Javier said. He was still at the head of the bed, playing with his cock, and dividing his attention between the TV and the two of us at the base of the bed. "You gonna fuck him good and hard?" "Not sure I'll be able to take that," I said. "Of course you can," Eli said. "All it takes is spit and determination." "And poppers," I said. "And a bit more tina never hurts either," Javi added. "You've got everything you'll need." "Be gentle," I said, but it seemed pointless. "Of course," Eli said. "First time, I'm always gentle." He dribbled some lube on my hole. It was cool and soothing. "First time is about showing you just how good it can be. After that, you'll be so eager for my tool, we can get freaky. Real freaky. Rough and raw, like you need to get fucked. Like I need to fuck." He slid a finger into my hole slowly and carefully, before adding another squirt of lube after a few strokes. Only when the one finger slid smoothly in and out of me did he slide in a second, greasing it with even more lube. "Feel good?" he asked. "Oh god, yeah," I moaned. Everything was lining up perfectly: the natural cycles of need and desire, the bowls of tina I had shared with them, the fucking Javier had just given me, all the poppers I had done, and now Eli's slow and dedicated finger-fucking. It was time for dick in my ass again, and the dick I wanted was Eli's fat, black anaconda. "Give it to me," I begged. "Not so fast there, muscle boy," Eli said. "We're gonna go slow the first time. Don't want to rip you in two." A third finger had joined the other two and it wasn't long before he had worked in a fourth. "Still feeling good?" he asked. "Damn right," I said. "Would feel even better with that dick up there." Javier roused himself, kneeling next to Eli, and watched him stretch open my hole. The Latino ran his finger around the edge of my ass, right along the slippery margin where my hole ended and Eli's fingers entered me. "Damn, that's such a nice piece of ass," he said. "You know you wanna fuck it good. You know you have to fuck it hard." "I know I do," Eli said. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cockhead, pressing it up against my sensitive ass. The head of his dick was just about the same size as his four fingers and my hole took the head without any trouble. "So fucking hungry. You see that bro? Just about ate my dick." He pulled out and slicked down his shaft with more lube. "Let's see how that hole reacts with a hit of poppers?" I held the bottle of poppers to my nose and breathed in deeply. While I was inhaling, Eli lined his cock back up with my hole. We both paused for a moment and waited for the other to be ready: me with the poppers rushing through me, and Eli with his cock perfectly aligned. "Here goes," Eli said, as he leaned in, pressing his dick into me. There was a slight bit of resistance from my ass but it was nothing against my body's hunger and Eli's desire. His cockhead overcame that tiny hurdle and slipped into me; he was stretching me out and filling me. "Oh damn," Eli moaned. "So hot and still so tight." He slid in maybe an inch, and then pulled almost all the way back out. "Gotta hold back. I can't go all in yet." "Oh, fuck me, please," I begged. It was going to feel amazing when his entire thick shaft was inside me. I couldn't wait for that feeling. "I need you in me. All of it." "I think your eyes are bigger than your hole right now," Eli said. He slid another inch into me, before pausing. "Getting used to it?" he asked. "Damn, it feels so good inside me." I was getting opened up further than I had ever been before. I was not just loving every minute of it, but rather, needed it in ways I found hard to admit, even to myself. "I want all of it," I continued. "Every single inch." Until all of Eli's cock was in me, happiness was going to be impossible. "It's a damn hungry hole, isn't he?" Javier said. "It'll swallow up your cock without a second thought." He reached under me and grabbed my cock. "But see that the tina is getting to you," he said. My dick was still soft and small. I didn't say anything. I was floating in a perfect sexual bliss. I was just waiting for more of Eli's monster cock to enter my hole; Eli had shoved in another inch or so and it felt like he had gotten at least half of it into me. Javier shuffled over to my head, and waved his erect cock in my face. With these two hard dicks, my cock didn't matter. It was better that it was flaccid and soft; it was one less thing for me to worry about. Instead, instinctively, I did what needed to do, and took the Latino's cockhead in my mouth. "Oh, fuck," Javi moaned, before forcing more of his shaft into me. "Both ends again, huh, Matt?" Eli asked me. "Must be in pig sex heaven." I nodded, while both men pressed their cocks into my body. Javier's tool quickly hit the back of my throat and Eli's shaft filled up more of my gut than I imagined possible. "Getting used to it up in there?" I nodded again, and then did a hit of poppers. It wasn't easy with Javi's cock rammed deep in my mouth. As soon as I was done, Javi took the bottle from me and inhaled from it and then handed the bottle to Eli. Soon, all three of us were grooving on the heady mix of poppers, G, and tina. We stopped caring about anything other than our assigned roles: mine, to provide pleasure to these two men, and Eli and Javi, to use and abused my body for their pleasure. The two men no longer went slow, and pressed their tools all the way into my mouth and ass. I was in a poppered-up daze, and gladly accepted their invasion. Javier was in my face with his dark cock. It was the one I had no choice but to focus on. His cockhead was pressing against the back of my mouth and was insistently demanding entrance to my throat. I swallowed and let my throat open up for him. He took the cue and invaded my already sore throat with his hard shaft. Even though he had shot his wad only a few minutes earlier, he was again thick and erect. I choked down the last few gulps of air while Eli thrust his cock further into my ass. Despite forcing such a massive rod into my hole, he remained true to his word, staying surprisingly gentle and steady with his penetration. As Eli predicted I was in pig heaven. Once more, I was being spit-fucked by these two hung thugs. Our sexual needs were perfectly complimented: Eli and Javier on top and me on bottom. All morning we had been doing drugs and they were kicking us into high gear. All three of us were enjoying the waves of pleasure washing over us, crashing and breaking in harmony with one another. As each tina high built, Eli would start fucking me harder. Javier would follow him and the two would get close to cumming. Just as I thought I couldn't take it any more, they would back off to a slower pace, concentrating on probing the unexplored reaches of my body. We all got lost in the pleasure of the drugs and sex. Almost unnoticed, a phone would buzz on the bed table, or out of the corner of my eye, the video would start over again. At one point, On-screen, I saw the white guy getting stripped down to his jock again and then service the two black men. The parallel between the porn and my own life was not lost on me, except the difference was the utter physical reality of my world. I could taste the pre-cum leaking out of Javi's cock into my mouth and I could feel the slow entry of Eli's slick, thick dick into my hole. The smell of the room, a heady mix of lube, sweat, drugs and sex, and the sounds of flesh making contact with flesh complimented these sensations. Time slowed down. Or it sped up. It was hard to tell and it was even harder to keep track of what had just happened and what I was eagerly anticipating. Had Eli already cum in my ass, or was he still fucking his way to orgasm? Was the drip from Javier's cock pre-cum? But he had already fucked my hole, hadn't he? Responsibilities and obligations to the outside world were forgotten; my only task was to suck and get fucked, with the occasional break to hit the pipe or take sniff from the poppers. "This is it," Eli said, "Such a nice hole." "Isn't it?" Javier said. "Just dripping pre-cum here." "Me too. Hand me the poppers?" Eli asked. Javier handed them over and Eli did a long hit. He handed them back to Javier, who also took one. As the drugs hit the two men, they leaned in over me, and began to make out. "Good to see you again," Eli whispered into Javi's ear. Javi must have agreed, because they continued to make out while sliding their cocks deeper into me. I didn't think they meant for me to hear their interchange; the relationship between the two men was a complex one. Eli had gotten the full length and girth of his cock into my hole. His thick shaft was stretching me wide open as his balls slapped against my ass. He had been right; he had relaxed and opened me up with an expertise and perfection so intense that now, I couldn't imagine getting fucked by someone smaller than him. Nor could I imagine what it would have felt like had he tried to use a condom. The thick rubber would be tight and hard against my ass, tearing at it and roughing it up. Instead, it was the warmth of skin against skin, with just enough lubrication to let Eli's cock slide in and out easily. It would be especially hard to go back to using condoms after today. Before, I had switched back and forth between raw and rubberized sex. Partying always made the difficult choices between pleasure and responsibility easier: pleasure always won. And now, on this grey February morning, pleasure was the only thing on my mind. The pleasure of a hard, erect black cock dripping pre-cum into my ass was one of the best of the many. "How are you doing?" Eli asked, stopping his make-out session with Javier. I thought he was asking me, but then he continued. "Enjoying that warm mouth?" "Oh hell yeah," Javi replied. He thrust his cock all the way into my throat and filled me up. "And you?" "Fucking awesome," Eli said. He pressed his cock deep; for a moment it felt like the two men's shafts would touch in the middle of my stomach. "Poppers?" he asked. Javi handed him the bottle, and he did a hit. "Let Matt have some," Eli said when he was done with his hit. "He needs it more than we do." "That's very true," Javi said. He pulled his cock out of my mouth just far enough for me to breath. He held the bottle under my nose. Another wave of tina pleasure was building up in my body, pushing me to find greater pleasure and more intense stimulation. It made me inhale deeper than ever before. "Good?" Javier asked. I took another long sniff before I nodded. He then took the bottle for himself. "You liking this?" Eli asked, this time directing his query at me. "Damn right," I said. "You can fuck me harder, if you want." "Be careful what you ask for," he said, as he pulled his cock all the way out before roughly pushing it back in. "You're not yet ready for a real hard fuck from me." He pulled out once more, then slammed it back in. My world turned white with pain, and I gasped, doing my best to not bite down on Javi's tool. "Yeah, didn't think you were," he said, as he slowly rocked back and forth inside me. Even these small motions re-ignited the *******s of pain, and I struggled to keep my composure. "Careful there. Watch your teeth," Javi said. But, he still kept his cock deep in my throat as Eli continued to pound my hole. Neither man was giving me any respite from the relentless attacks. Finally, the burn in my hole died down, soothed by Eli rubbing Javi's sperm into my ass. Finally able to think, I turned my focus to the Latino's cock, lavishing attention on it to make up for the inadvertent use of teeth. "Oh, that's how it is supposed to be," he said, luxuriating in the exquisite blowjob. I took the bottle of poppers from Javi and did one more hit. I had to get my mind right again and forget the painful assault that the two men had been waging against my body. As the warm waves of pleasure covered me, I opened my holes more than I ever thought possible. I was turning into a vessel for these two men, and I had to make sure they enjoyed every moment of it. "Oh damn," Eli muttered. "Getting balls deep into this muscle slut. Those poppers are working their magic." "You know it," Javi said. "The tina isn't hurting him either. His throat is making love to my cock." While Javi was talking, Eli's cock had found a new part of my gut and promptly anointed it with pre-cum. I was hungry and just the pre-cum wasn't enough for me. I wanted his seed in my hole. I wanted him to mark me permanently. "Please, shoot in me," I begged, focusing only on my utter and complete need for spooge. "Yeah, slut? You want my load up your ass?" He gave me two hard slaps, first on one cheek, then the other. "Hot fucking muscle ass, taking my big black dick." "He's a natural at it," Javi said. "This your first black cock, stud?" I shook my head no. It wasn't my first one, but it was the first one in a long time. "No," I managed to choke out hindered by Javi's cock still in my mouth. "He knows what he wants," Javi said. "He knows what's good," Eli said. "Hard, thick black cock ripping open a white hole." I nodded in agreement. Eli gave me another slap on the ass, pushed his dick deeper into my hole, and then asked, "You think you can take a real fucking now? Nice and hard?"

2. I tried to relax, bent over the coffee table with the shard of meth dissolving in my ass. I watched the porn, trying to take my mind off my current situation. On screen, the white guy was bent over a couch, and the black guy was poking his uncut cockhead against the white boy's ass. It wasn't going to be long before I was in the same position. Eli's cock was now hard as a rock, and he wasn't going to be satisfied with just my attempts at deep throating his tool. "Get up on the couch, bro," Eli said, after a few minutes. My hole was tingling, almost burning from the bump that had melted inside of it. It wouldn't be long before I was going to be wagging my butt, begging Eli to stick his tool up there. "Nice ass. Enjoyed that view. It's gonna be a pleasure getting in there and breeding your hole a few times." I sat on the couch and draped one of my legs over Eli's massive thigh. This position kept my hole exposed to Eli. He didn't waste the opportunity, and started to finger my hole. We were both getting lost in the drug-high, feeling the tweak come on strong. "What were you doing on the west side," I finally asked. "I was in the state penn, bro," he said. "Free and clear yesterday afternoon." "For?" I asked. I hoped I wasn't going too far by asking him. "Got in a fight, and ended up punching a guy out. Got a year for it. Just think of it as a year at the gym though." With his free hand, he rubbed his chest, squeezing his massive pecs. I leaned over and nibbled on a nip. I was surprised at just how muscular he was; I kept finding new mounds of muscle to worship. Nor did he have an ounce of fat on him. "Not worried by that?" he asked. I shook my head no. All I could think about was how much I needed some cock. Any cock. And his was right there, hard and ready. "Guess it takes more to scare you," he said. I was still locked to his nip, so I just nodded in agreement. He had moved beyond just playing with my hole and was now sticking a finger up there. I had relaxed a lot since he had given me the booty bump, and his finger had slid in easily. "Still pretty tight," he said, not quite agreeing with my feeling. "Gonna have to let Javi go in first and get you opened up properly." Almost as soon as he said that, my phone rang. I had to disentangle myself from Eli: finger out of my hole, no longer licking his pecs, and my leg off his thigh. "Hi, this is Matt," I said, finally able to answer the phone. "Hey, it's Javier, Eli's bud. I'm at the front gate," the voice on the phone said. "Come on up," I said. "You know where it is." I buzzed him in, and hung up. "It's Javier," I told Eli. "You gonna meet Javi at the door like that? Totally naked?" he asked. "He'd dig that. Get him boned right up." "Why the hell not?" I said. I got up and headed to the front door, my dick swinging in the air. A few moments later, there was a knock. I opened it, and Javier was standing there. He wasn't as big as Eli, probably about six feet high, thinner, but still muscular. Instead of Eli's stubble he had a small goatee. I couldn't quite tell his race; it was a mixture of Afro-American and hispanic; maybe blatino was the best description. Like Eli, his hair was shaved short. The light drizzle had wet it down a bit though. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a light jacket. "Damn. You guys didn't waste any time getting started." he said, eyeing me up. He walked in, and I shut the door behind him." "Yeah, we have," I said. He paused in the hallway and looked me over. "Turn around," he said. I did as I was told, feeling acutely naked and vulnerable. "Very nice," he said and smacked me on the ass. He took off his damp jacket and I hung it up. Then we both went into the living room. "Hey Eli. Good to see you again bro," he said. "Man, Nice to see you again too," Eli replied. "When you get out?" Javi asked. "Yesterday. Just got here this morning." "Well, welcome home. Got you a little gift." Javi pulled his wallet out from his pocket. He opened it, and took out a small bag, placing it on the coffee table. Even from the doorway, I could see it was stuffed full of tina. "Fuck, that's totally awesome. Hope you don't have to be anywhere today." Eli turned to be. "Got another V for Javi?" "Yeah, I think." I went into the bedroom, and found an extra tablet. I came back to the living room by way of the kitchen, getting Javier a beer. I handed both of them to Javi. "Right on! Gonna be a fun day," he said as he popped the blue pill and took a swig from the bottle. He turned to Eli. "You're looking good. How's everything going?" "Don't ask. Cunt of a nurse was fucking things up. Gotta see Weiss this week and get my meds right." Eli grabbed the pipe off the table. "But let's think about better things. Like getting you up to speed with us." Eli took the torch and started heating up the glass bowl. Javier sat down on the couch and took the pipe's stem in his mouth, letting Eli handle the torch. He took a long hit, and held it. Eli motioned to me "Shotgun it from him, Matt" I kneeled down in front of Javi, and took his hit. Like Eli's hits, it was big. I knew I wouldn't be able to take many more hits from either without getting way too far gone. Almost as soon as Javi had finished pushing out the hit to me, he took the pipe and torch, and started to heat the bowl again. "Gotta catch up with your guys," he said. "Good plan," said Eli. "Matt's just done a big booty bump and its barely taken effect." "Sweet," Javi said, "And you? Where are you?" As he finished speaking, he put the pipe in his mouth. I couldn't hold my hit any longer, and exhaled it. "You know me. I've been sucking on the glass cock ever since I called you. And Matt's been sucking on my cock. Take the next one as well, Matt," Eli said. Javi was puffing at the pipe hard, getting as much of the vapor as he could. Finally when he stopped, he motioned for me to lean in and take his hit. It was even bigger and stronger than the first one Javier had done. I inhaled as much of it as I could, but even so, there was dense fog that escaped. "Nice," Eli said. "You'll catch up with us soon enough." "I'm feeling a bit already," Javi said. "But this bowl is spent." Still kneeling down in front of him, I took the pipe from him. He was right. The glass bowl was almost empty. As I was examining it, Javi stood up, and pulled off his shirt, throwing it into a corner. "Use my stash," he said, indicating the bag he had put on the table. "And don't skimp on loading it up." Hands shaking from the hits I had already done, and the booty bump starting to kick in, I emptied nearly half the bag into the bowl, filling it well. Javi kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his jeans. He wasn't as muscular as Eli, but was still well-defined. Across his dark chest, there was a smattering of hair, and a bit of it was grey. It was surprisingly sexy on him. He was wearing a pair of boxers and already, there was a definite tent growing in them. He sat back on the couch. "You should have the honor of the first hit, Eli," he said. I lit the torch, and melted the mass of crystals in the bowl. As the pipe began to smoke, Eli took it from me, and started to suck down the vapor. I held the torch under it, making sure he got a good hit. As he finished, he handed the pipe to me. "Your turn, Matt," Eli said, trying not to let any of the smoke escape from his lungs. I shook my head no. I was already feeling pretty far gone, and wanted to slow down a little bit. "Don't be a pussy," Javi said. "I want to see you do a hit." I reluctantly put the pipe to my mouth, and lit the torch. As I did my hit, Eli shotgunned Javi. The two of them started to make out as they finished exchanging the cloud. Javi reached down and pushed down his boxers as they made out. His cock sprang free, sticking straight up. Not as big as Eli's, it was still a very respectable eight inches. At the base, there was a thick bush and a pair of heavy balls. As I put down the pipe, Eli broke off his kiss with Javi. "Give me your hit," he said to me. "Then take Javi's hit." I leaned over towards Eli, and exhaled the smoke into his mouth. Immediately, Javi grabbed me, and I was forced to inhale his hit. It took me a moment to realize that this was the one that Eli had started. We were all sharing hits now, making sure that the drugs had maximum effectiveness. Even third hand, it was bigger and stronger than the one I just done. I being taken far further than I had ever planned. "Wow, that was weak bro," Eli said, as he blew out the hit I had shotgunned him. " You're in the big leagues now. We're going to have to get you used to what a real man does." "No kidding, man," Javi echoed. "Let's do this right. Hand me the pipe," he said to Eli. Javi grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to his crotch. "Suck me off," he said, as he lit the torch. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, feeling the firm warmth of his head fill my mouth. Javi was taking a long hit on the pipe, enjoying the combination of getting high and getting his cock licked to a firm erection. Eli was the biggest man I had ever encountered. Luckily, Javi wasn't as big. As his cock got harder, I realized it was going to be about nine inches long, and reasonably thick. I hoped that he was going to be the first to enter my hole, since he would help me get ready for Eli's monster. Javi finished his hit, and let the torch go out as I continued to service him. He turned to Eli, and then shotgunned the hit to the muscular black man. Once done, Javi relaxed and let the waves of pleasure wash over him. "Hot movie," he said, kicking back, watching the screen as he kept a hand on the back of my head. There was just enough pressure from Javi to let me know I shouldn't stop servicing his shaft. I kept up my efforts, trying to get more of his cock into my mouth. Eli finally letting out his hit. "Yeah, it is," he said. Noticing my efforts on Javi's, Eli asked, "How's that feel for you?" "Pretty damn good. But it would be even better if I could get into his throat." I knew it was less a request than an order. I pulled off his cock just long enough to grab the bottle of poppers and do a huff. As my attention returned to Javi's cock, Eli lit the torch again, getting ready for another hit. I ignored the sound of the torch and the faint smell of the crystal and focused on the shaft in front of me. I opened my mouth and worked my way down as far as I could. I made sure to get his shaft nice and wet. The extra lubrication would help me when I eventually had to force it deep into my throat. As Eli drew on the pipe once more, I felt Javi's cockhead hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, then forced myself to do what I knew I had to do. I could feel Javi push into my throat. The poppers were filling my mind, and all I wanted was to get as much of his man's cock in my mouth as possible. I tried not to gag. Javi needed a man to worship his cock, and I was lucky enough to be the cocksucker he had chosen. Even if it was because I was the only one there, it was still an honor to be on my knees, Javi allowing his cock to press into my throat. Once his cock entered my throat, it was surprisingly easy to take all of it. My lips soon hit the base of his cock, his balls right up against my chin. There was no response from Javi other than a low moan of pleasure. Still keeping his hand on the back of my head, Javi leaned over, and shotgunned Eli's hit. The two men stayed lip locked, enjoying a long kiss. I watched these two strong, masculine men kissing each other. But their intimacy and closeness only made them more desirable and more unattainable. They were sharing something between them that I wouldn't ever be able to understand. I knew I was just their toy for the day, something to help them relate to each other. I was providing them with the drugs they were flying on, the porn they were getting turned on by, and most importantly, the two holes they would be abusing all day. All of this, I glady gave for their pleasure. "Nice," Javi said, as they both blew out their smoke. Even though they had swapped the hit back and forth a few times, my head was still wrapped in a dense cloud of smoke. I knew they were both getting a good tweak going. I hardly knew either of them, and what I did know about the two wasn't good. But yet I was getting them high, and allowing them get me higher than I had ever been before. I knew the day, maybe even the weekend, was going to be a memorable experience for me. However, at the moment, my world was Javi's cock. I wanted it inside of me. I wanted to keep it hard, to show how much of a man Javi was, and how easily he had dominated me. At the very least, I wanted Javier to acknowledge me as a cocksucker. "Bro, you feeling good yet?" Eli asked Javi. Out of the corner of my eye, I could Eli was still stroking his massive cock. "Yeah, definitely getting there," Javi answered. "Cocksucker is doing a great job on my cock, and the favors are definitely fine." He took the pipe from Eli. "One more for me, I think," he said. "Share it with Matt, man. He needs it bad, especially after that last pussy hit he did," Eli said. "Right on." He lifted me off of his cock. "Ready for a proper hit?" he asked me. I was already missing the feeling of his cock in my throat, and I could only nod in response. To my surprise, he put the pipe in my mouth first. I had thought he was just going to shotgun his hit to me. But he held the torch under it. "You need to do a proper hit first," he said. I waited for the bowl to fill with smoke before I started to pull. I did several distinct huffs, each time making sure the bowl re-filled with the thick smoke. Each drag I thought would be my last, until I looked at Javi or Eli, and knew they wanted me to do at least one more. Finally, my lungs were full and I simply couldn't do any more. "Now, that's how a real man hits the pipe, cocksucker," Javi said, giving me a sign of his approval. I had a sudden rush of pleasure from his small acknowledgement, thinking I might just be able to share in the bond these two men had. But I quickly realized it was only the favors doing the thinking for me, making me feel more connected than I had any right to be. "Give it to me," Javier said, leaning into me. Our mouths met, and I exhaled my hit into his mouth. He didn't try to break off the kiss, but instead pushed his tongue into my mouth. It was a nice bonus, and I was glad to share the intimacy with him. He held the hit for longer than I expect, the entire time his tongue was probing and exploring my mouth. His cock had already done one round of exploration, and his tongue was even more proof how he had easily laid claim to my body and holes. Finally, he blew the hit right back into my mouth. I wasn't expecting it, but was able to inhale a good bit of it. Even so, a lot it was lost in a thick cloud around our heads. Despite being passed back and forth, it was still strong hit, at least as strong as any I had done. I knew I was going to soon regret partying so hard with these men. I wasn't sure of my choices or actions. My only guide to what to do was to make sure these men were hard, they were happy, and any of their desires were satisfied "There's another hit for you, cocksucker," Javi said. "Getting you where I want you." "Right on," Eli said. "Got any left in the pipe? You're still lagging behind me and the cocksucker." Javier took the pipe from me, and looked at it. "Still enough for at least one good hit." The bowl was warm from my hit and began to smoke quickly as he held the torch under it. Javi puffed a few times on the pipe, clearing out the bowl, and then began to suck on the glass cock in earnest. It seemed like he was on the pipe for an eternity, but my sense of time was so distorted, it was probably less than a minute. Finally, he let the torch go out, and took one last drag, emptying the bowl. "Spent?" asked Eli. Javi nodded, and I took the pipe from him in order to re-fill it. Before I could do anything, Javi grabbed me. He wanted to shotgun the hit to me. I shook my head no. I was really starting to feel the tweak, with my cock throbbing and my hole itching. Even as I started to smack my lips involuntarily, a classic sign for me of being tweaked, Javi locked onto my mouth and pushed his hit into my body. I inhaled as he wanted, and it filled me up. I held it as long as I could, as Javi explored my mouth with his tongue. Eli leaned into us, pushing Javier away. He forced his lips against mine, rubbing his thick stubble against my face. I knew what to do, and exhaled the hit into his waiting mouth. He sucked it in, fast draining my lungs. I had to break off the kiss, just to get some air in my lungs. Before I could breathe, Javi grabbed me back, and re-filled me with more of the drug. Eli and I sat there, letting the tina soak into our bloodstream and head to our brains. Finally, Eli exhaled. Only then did I feel ok in exhaling my own hit. Neither cloud was as thick as earlier ones, but they still were getting the job done. "Good?" Eli asked Javier. "Oh yeah. Time to have some fun," Javi said.