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Note: I introduced a couple new elements I have no experience with, and I hope I got them mostly right. If they're wrong, I'm sure you'll tell me, and accept that THIS part is what makes it fiction. LOL ----------------------------- Part 3 The hips began to thrust, and I felt every inch of him inside me. His balls were smacking against mine - there was no warmup to this at all, not even a courtesy finger - and Rick fucked like an animal. It was everything I dreamed it would be. I found it hard to hold the cigar while we rocked back and forth, so I wedged it back in my jaw. Rick did likewise with his own, and continued to nail me. “You’re a filthy chaser, aren’t you,” he said. It was more of a statement than a question. “Mm-hmm,” I said, gasping for air. Man, this sensation in my ass was incredible! I thought it would hurt without the warmup and relaxation of the hole, but there was indeed enough lube to keep his dick from burning me from the inside out. I could feel it running down my buttcheeks on occasion. I drew hard on the cigar as best I could; being a novice with it, I was not successful. There was far more suck than there was smoke, and Rick said surprisingly little about it after the last command about it. Rick slowed down his strokes, and began to pull nearly out before thrusting back in. My hole loved this sensation. “Yeah, take it, you fucker,” he whispered. “This is… what you… goddamn bugchasers… deserve! I’m … gonna poz this hole… so fucking hard… you will never… want to chase… AGAIN!” I answered him not, and just let him do what he knew how to do best. At length, Rick removed my feet from their suspensions, and placed them over his shoulders. I held on to the straps of the sling for support as he pulled me deeper toward him. This was either heaven or hell, I couldn’t tell which. “Ugh… I came off my meds for this,” Rick said. “You better appreciate what I’m giving you.” That got my attention. “Was he…? No, he wouldn’t! This is just fantasy, this is just fantasy, part of the script, he’s not toxic…” I was mentally trying to convince myself that I was totally safe, and it was all talk. Part of the experience. I tried to not tighten up in reaction. Rick grew bored of this position quickly, finding he had nowhere to thrust to, so he stopped momentarily. “Get up, and go get in the chair,” he said with an effort. His breath was definitely shorter, and I could see already a sheen of sweat glistening. I pulled myself to standing, and instantly felt the lube run down my right leg. While getting my balance, I looked at the small puddle that formed on the mat beneath us. The lube was there, certainly, but something else. It looked a little red. “Must be a trick of the lighting,” I thought. I definitely didn’t FEEL like he tore me open. I turned round in the small chamber, and saw what he wanted. The leather chair I spied when we came in. As I got near it, I could see it was no ordinary seat. It looked… different somehow. It had a flat back, straps all over it, and two hard-looking footrests. “Is this a Lucifer chair?” I asked with interest. Rick didn’t answer the question, but gave a low, throaty chuckle. I climbed in, and continued smoking quietly. I wasn’t going to ruin the scene with a lot of chatter, or show any kind of uncertainty by babbling. Rick took away my cigar, strapped me in, and spread my legs. He then turned away, and his movements suggested he was putting something on his dick. My mind initially registered it as a cockring or maybe a shaft extender, but when I actually saw the weapon coming at me, it was wrapped in … chainmail? I looked at him quizzically but didn’t form a question. Rick saw my expression, and read it instantly. “This is a special kind of condom,” he said venomously. I was taken by surprise yet again. “A condom? That wasn’t what we agreed upon.” Rick pulled the cigar from between his teeth, and said fiendishly, “You’ll see.” As he came at me with this thing around his cock, I started to wonder what I got myself into. “Holy fuck, he’s serious,” I thought. “But that goes against... “ My train of thought abruptly ended there as the weapon now brushed against my hole. It was cold to the touch, and I felt something quite new rubbing against me. Before I could respond or even form a question, Rick was pushing into my hole, and it hurt like hell. I cried out and tried to back away from it. But back away to where? I was in a corner and seated with no clear exit, and strapped to the chair. “Shhh…” he cooed. “Just relax. This is supposed to hurt, and it’s part of the scene. Trust me.” From nowhere, he whips out a small brown bottle, uncaps it, and shoves it into one of my nostrils. I recognized it instantly. Poppers. And they were fairly new - still strong and heady. I inhaled deeply, knowing that it was beyond my control to do much else. Within seconds, I was flying. Rick at once detected it, grinned wickedly, and took a hit of them himself. He quickly recapped the bottle and flung it away from us. “That’s your only anesthetic,” he growled. And my hips began to rock again. I didn’t even notice him finish his entrance, and I just let him do the work, wincing all the while. Now that I knew what he was intending, I just laid back and let it happen. In between his grunts, Rick said something that sounded like, “Just open yourself up to all the pozzibilities I will show you.” The poppers made it sound distorted, so I wasn’t sure if he actually said it or whether I imagined it. I didn’t respond to it, lest it be the latter and he starts yelling at me again for talking out of turn. Rick continued to plow. His look was a mix of disgust and sheer ecstasy. “You dirty bugchasing fuck. I’m gonna teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.” By now, the poppers had completely worn off, and I was feeling the full force of the thing inside me. And boy did it hurt. This was suddenly not fun for me. I needed to move my arms and legs. I needed that tearing up inside me to stop. I suddenly needed water. The room had grown unbearably hot between our activities, the humidity, and the smoke, and I needed a break. At last, I said, “Rick, I need … ow! You to stop --- fuck!” He considered this, and slowed his motions, then instantly began jackhammering my hole. “Nope! You’re done,” was his swift response. I couldn’t bear it anymore as I felt him rip me open from stem to stern. I had no coherent thoughts by this point, except an inward wish that he would cease his movements and I could die in peace. All I could do was cry out. But then his mood changed. He suddenly pulled himself out of me, and my hole welcomed the release. I put my head back as far as it would go, and just shut my eyes. "Shit, I was about to cum," he hissed. "I want this to last as long as possible." He pulled the strange device off, and I heard it hit the floor. Rick got down in a crouching position, and gently poked me with a finger. After a couple seconds, he took back his finger, and held it up before his eye. “Yep, as I thought!” He raised his open palm to me, and ordered, “Look. I’m showing you something.” I carefully opened one eye to see. His whole finger was a bright red colour, and this time, I was sure it wasn’t the light of the room. I suddenly remembered what this was called, and why he was doing it. The phrase “cruel condom” ripped through my brain, and now I had to accept it. He was genuinely pozzing me. That, or a damn convincing scene, I wasn’t sure which. And I wasn’t about to ask. All I could think of was the pain I was feeling at the moment. I returned to closing my eyes and feeling only pain. Rick only stood there over me, studying me, and letting his dick deflate a little while he hauled away on his cigar. He let me sit there, motionless, and just bleed. “This is all part of the process,” he said slowly. “It hurts now --” “I want out of this chair,” I interrupted. “There, there, you sick fuck, it will all be over soon, and you will be free.” There was something cryptic in that statement, but it was just talk. Just talk. The fantasy, right. “When he’s done fucking me, we’ll go upstairs, he’ll put an ice pack on my fanny and bandage me up, and all will be well,” I told myself. Alas, this was not to be.

Part 4 Rick undid the straps, and guided me over to a soft-looking couch I had not previously noticed. He put down a dog training pad on the seat, and said, “Kneel on it.” I climbed on to the couch with a wobble, still not fully balancing after he inflicted such torture on my hole. Rick got the lube bottle from the sling, slicked himself up, but gave none to me. I looked at him quizzically. “No lube?” “Nope. Your blood will provide all the lube you need.” I dropped my head as I positioned my ass in the air. Whatever happened next, there was no going back. I wanted to tell him to stop, that I can’t continue because of the bleeding. Blood play isn’t my thing at all. As he climbed on the couch and positioned himself behind me, I let out a small whimper. “This is it,” I thought. “I brought this on myself. But it feels so right...!” This time, Rick’s cock caressed my hole. He let out a soft gasp as he entered me. The lube was nice and cool, but alternated between pain and pleasure. Rick took his time now, and fucked me in a way that suggested he wanted me to feel every second of this. But it didn’t last. The angle was no good, and he kept sliding back off the couch on his left foot. Rick pulled out and stood up to full height. “Flip over,” he ordered. I complied, happy to be back on my back and off my elbows. I raised my legs and pointed the toes at Jebus. Rick got on the couch again, and returned to fucking me. “This hole’s great,” he said. “Good hole… good hole… good hole… good POZ hole…” He was almost in a trance. The instinct to breed and destroy had fully taken over. I couldn’t see his eyes clearly, but I could certainly see his face. It was suddenly angelic - calm, peaceful, relaxed. “This is his natural environment,” thought I. “He’s doing it, and it feels amazing.” I was suddenly in heaven, and forgot to worry about my bleeding rectum. His cock was stopping the bloodflow, maybe? I like to imagine that it was. Rick continued to plow, and then his body felt really hot against mine. I saw his otherwise shapeless physique go tense, and he dropped a bead of sweat on me. His features finally came into full view as he suddenly pitched the head downwards to look me square in the face. “This is it,” he groaned. “Breathe your last as a neg man, Steve. You ready for it?” I gave a dramatic pause. “Yes. Do it,” I fearlessly answered. Rick’s motions increased, his physical power overwhelming me, his rhythms gaining speed. He was drilling me HARD, and pain was becoming the dominant feature of our fucking. His cock rammed in and out of my hole in a blink. He would fully withdraw, then slam back in. Withdrew again, and re-enter with force. My balls began to ache from all the tension and physical assault. And within a few seconds, his torso lurched up toward the ceiling head first as he let out a primal scream of uncharacteristic fury. The deed was done, and his potentially charged swimmers were moving to a new location in my red district. I suddenly envisioned a cartoony image of toxic sperm shooting down a bright red shaft and making a right turn at the gash created by the metallic condom, and it made me chuckle. As Rick’s thrusts slowed to stillness, he asked, “What’s so funny? Hardly a time to be laughing.” I inhaled deeply, and let out a loud sigh of relief. “It was nothing,” I lied. “I just… can’t believe I did that.” He tried to stand up, and nearly fell. “What do you mean ‘what YOU just did’? I think I deserve an honourable mention,” he said jokingly. “Right, sorry,” I quickly answered. “What WE just did. That was incredible.” I decided that the cruel condom didn’t matter, and didn’t even acknowledge it. I wanted to bask in the moment, and consider this crossed off my Fuckit List. So I put my legs down to rest, and just lay there in all our natural juices. Rick let me remain, and went back to the ashtray. He found our cigars had put themselves out, but were not fully smoked, so he relit them. Brought mine back to me for a post-coital smoke. He motioned for me to sit up so he could join me on the couch. I did so. Neither of us spoke, and he just held me in his arms. The post-pozzing bliss was welcoming, and I noticed for the first time how silent the room was. All I could really hear was his breathing, mine, and the occasional sizzle of burning tobacco. As I came down from the high, Rick finally broke the silence. “Steve.” I turned my head toward him as much as my neck would allow. “Yeah?” He hesitated before continuing. “Welcome to the club.” I fully turned myself on the couch to look fully at him. “Club?” I enquired. “Yep,” he said, voice as colourless as glass. “This is what you wanted. And now you’re going to be poz. For real.” I wanted to be horrified, angry, frightened. He deviated from the script completely, and the thought crossed my mind to stick my lighted cigar right in his eye socket. But I felt that wouldn’t do justice to what I was feeling. But exactly WHAT was I feeling? Pride? Horny? Accomplished? Violated? Yes, all four. But three of the four were positive feelings, so I did not respond in hostility. I went for a neutral reaction. “That wasn’t what I asked you to do,” I said in an even tone. “Sure, the sex was great, though the condom surprised me, but this was supposed to be a fake conversion. To see if I could go through with the real thing.” Rick’s facial expression didn’t change. He looked at me stoically and said, “You just did. And how did that make you feel?” I considered it. “Empowered. Bold. Turned on as hell!” He sucked hard on his stogie, and inhaled deeply, saying nothing. Instead of exhaling the smoke, he grabbed my face and shotgunned it into me with a kiss. “Then you were ready.” His breath was hot and dry, and my own cock reawakened at this. I realized I hadn't got off myself, no last neg load, but... maybe I didn't need it? His tone went lower, and he continued, “But if you decide that you’re NOT, you can go to the clinic in the next couple days, and reverse it.” He leaned back on the couch, and propped his left leg upon his right knee. “But I don’t think you will.” Another draw on the cigar. He was serious. He actually came off his meds to poz me. In total conflict with his message for his leather title, he went against his public standards and spread the bug just because his friend asked him to. So I brought it up. “What about your platform? That speech you recited at Mr World Leather about protecting others from the bug?” He practically dismissed the question, saying, “Well, nobody’s perfect.” His hypocrisy actually didn’t bother me. I had what I wanted, and he obliged. He committed fully to the part, and while it wasn’t precisely what I envisioned, the overall result was better and more fun. Better him than some random bathhouse fuck, and that massive dick made it worth it. Another guy might not have been so kind to me, or put in as much variety. And now I knew I could handle it. “You did really well. And I’ll be here if you need help through the conversion,” he said. “But for now, let’s get you cleaned up.” He stubbed out the cigar; I did likewise. We rose from the couch, and he guided me upstairs carefully, completely forgetting our clothes. Rick and I climbed the stairs and went into his bathroom. The place was spotlessly white. I wish I could say the same for my ruined butthole. “Stand in the tub and face the back wall,” he said kindly. I did as requested, and placed my hands on the wall for support. “You’re not going to start rimming me, are you?” Didn’t want this dude felching out the load or drinking my blood. That would be too much. “Naw, we’re just gonna have a look at your gape,” he said, getting down to his knees to see. He probed gently with a finger, and silently inspected. “Yep, it’s in there, all right,” he finally announced. “And it looks like the bleeding stopped.” I turned round to face him. “The tear is actually very small.” He put both his hands on my shoulders, and faced me head on. I dropped my head and gaze in submission. “Look at me, Steve.” I raised my head and suddenly felt shame. “Are you okay?” I blinked once, maybe twice. “Yeah, I will be.” He looked satisfied. “Okay. But remember -- you asked for it!!”

The profile photo of Domin8tor wasn’t something I’d normally click on - no head. But the body was beefy - the barrel chested kind, thick with muscles but also looked like he enjoyed a lot of burger and beers. His likes were sparse and to the point: rough sex, fucking, breeding. Leather. Beer. I checked my messages and — not unexpectedly — his was direct and to the point: “Wanna fuck” He didn’t even include the “?” At the end I tapped in my reply: “Possibly. What are you looking for? Now?” It was 3 in the afternoon, on a Friday afternoon, and I still had a few more hours of work left. “Yeah. Now. Need a hole to drop my seed into.” “Sorry. Can’t now but could do later.” He replied with a pic. It looked like something someone took from Folsom: shirtless and in leather chaps, massive cock swinging free between his legs. He looked like in his 40s or 50s, but fit. His face was broad, head shaved, sunglasses on. His thin lips curled into a snarl-smile, mischievous and menace. Dark swirling tattoos covered his forearms and I could see a bit peeking over on his shoulders from his back. Muscles rippled through in almost comic-book proportions: biceps almost as thick as his head; pecs covered in sweaty dark fur, beads of water on the nipples. “Probably steroids” I thought. I glanced down at his balls, the tell-tale sign but they seemed larger than normal, hanging low. I replied in the chat: “How about 5pm?” No reply. I figured he found some other hole. I turned off my phone and went back to work. A little while later, my phone buzzed again. Checked it and there was a message from him. “Yeah. Address” I typed in my address and took a break from work to do a thorough prep and then tried to focus on work for the remainder of the day. Which was tricky - I put on a leather jockstrap and shorts to get myself in the mood. 5pm came… and went. I hopped online and he wasn’t online anymore - again, I figured he found someone else and didn’t bother to cancel. I opened a can of beer and started browsing other guys - after prepping, I didn’t want to let my ass go to waste. I was chatting with some twunk when my buzzer rang. It was almost 6pm. I pushed on the talk button and asked who it was. A gruff one word reply. “Dom”. Slightly annoyed, I replied “Third floor on the right” and buzzed him up. A heavy knock on door. I opened and was pleasantly surprised - he looked more or less like that picture. Shorter than I was expecting but the muscles were pretty much popping. He wore a t-shirt, jeans and a dark hoodie. The sunglasses were still on. I asked him if he wanted a beer and he nodded. I went and got him one and he had barely moved from the front door. I handed it to him and he took it with his left hand while reaching out to my shoulder with his right, pushing me down. With a low growl, he said “Suck.” He spoke with a thick accent - Eastern European? I knelt down, and unbuckled his jeans. Unzipping, I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock tumbled forward. It was as advertised: thick and long, fatter just behind the uncut head. I bent forward and started to suck. I had to really open wide in order to get the semi-hard dick in my mouth. I could hear him guzzle his beer above my head as I worked his cock. I started to use my hands, as his cock was long enough that I couldn’t get it all in my mouth. He reached down with his free hand and gently caressed the top of my head and moaned “That’s nice. Make it wet.” I could taste sex on his dick. As I blew him, I could see the matted cum from a previous fuck in his pubes. I swirled my tongue under the foreskin and could taste the ass juice and load from the last guy. He repositioned his hands to the back of my head and I knew where this was going. I tried to pull off before the face fucking could start — there was no way that was going to work well. But I was too slow. With an incredibly firm hold, his hand palmed the back of my head and he pulled my head in. I tried to open my mouth further, but his cock hit the back of my throat. He pulled back and then back in. I did my best to get gulps of air in through my nose but as he sped up and pushed harder, the opportunities became shorter and shorter. I put my hands on his waist and pushed him away, but there was no budging. Cocksucker’s tears were flowing down my face. He chuckled and slowed a little. He pulled back a bit and the air rushed into my lungs through my nose. He looked down at me (still with those fucking glasses and snarky smile) and said “Relax. Just open your throat.” I thought “what the fuck was he thinking I was doing?!” I tried to push again, but it literally felt like I was pushing against a wall - no movement at all. His hand — still on the back of my head — started to pull my head in. “Your choice. You can relax or not, but it’s going in.” I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, expecting it to ram against my tonsils yet again. But somehow his cock had softened a bit, and as he pulled my head in, it turned and went down my throat. There was a second moment of panic, but I tried to relax more and it became easier. He pulled back and then in again. And like the last time, his dick slid down my throat. I tongued the bottom of his shaft and his cock was iron-hard. I didn’t understand but before I could process it, my nose was buried in his pubes. The cum from his previous session smeared across my face. And his cock was down my throat. He held me there and I could feel his cock pulse and throb in my throat. It was a surreal sensation - it was like a hot, pulsing steel rod was down my throat. I felt his head - or I think it was his head - swell /in my throat/ . His hand kept my head there, and to my surprise, I didn’t try to resist. I think I was curious - how was this happening ?! - but also it was hot: I was deepthroating something that should not be able to go down my throat. His dick kept pulsing and I wondered if he had cum but he didn’t seem to make any of the other indications. Slowly, he pulled back and his cock snaked back - and I do mean /snaked/. It felt like somehow it could fully move, like a python in my mouth. He pulled the last bit from my drooling lips and then I could taste it. It was bitter and salty - kind of like cum, but something that also tasted like brackish saltwater. So maybe he did cum? The taste clung to my mouth - in that terrible way if you get a mouthful of antiperspirant. He tilted my face — tears down my cheeks, used cum on my face, and drool down my chin — towards his, and he growled, “Good boy.” He spun me around and shoved the back of my head hard, so I fell forward catching myself. He knelt down beside me and pulled back from my hips, so that he in a position to fuck me doggy style. He reached down my shorts, and roughly fingered my hole. With a surprising strength, he grabbed the sides of my shorts and with surprising strength ripped them apart exposing my bare ass, framed by the jockstrap lines. “Ah yeah, you were fucking ready for this” he snarled and then I felt his face back in my crack. His stubble rubbed the side of my cheeks, and I could feel his tongue inside my hole. It was pushed my hole open, and even if I didn’t want it (which I did!), I wouldn’t have a choice. He continued to grind his beard into my ass, as if he were trying to literally push me along with his jaw. And his tongue kept going deeper. And deeper. And he kept swirling it around, as if he were licking the inside of a bowl, but somehow in the inverse. He came up for air and then I felt it. His hard cock against my hole, first running up along it, picking up some of his spit and then with one move, shoved it in my hole. Time stopped. It hurt so much. My vision went white with pain. It came back. I came back to my body. And he was inside me. Fully. With one shove - or I blacked out - he was balls deep in me. Instinctively I tried to pull forward. But he held onto my hips and there was no give. None. “Uh uh uh - you are staying there until I’m done with you.” And with that, he fucked me. Hard. Each thrust all the way, each thrust seemingly a little deeper. It hurt so bad - I couldn’t help think of my insides being wrecked. I don’t think I have ever been fucked this deep - well, well past that second ring. And it kept doing. harder. And harder. I kept trying to squirm away, but there was literally nothing I could do other than make bigger bruises on my hips where he held on. Any more struggling and I would just be digging into his hands. At one point, he leaned forward on top of me. He was so heavy. Like 400 lbs heavy. He was shorter than I was, and when he pressed down, his body completely pinned mine to the ground. He slowly pulled out, about half way and then slid all the way back in. He paused inside me. “Milk it” he snarled. I was stunned. I just lay there. “Milk it” he repeated. And then he smacked the back of my head, and instinctively my ass clenched. “There we go.” And I started to squeeze and milk it. And it felt good. Really good. I could tell - my cock throbbed in my jockstrap. I know that sounds dumb, but honestly, my cock told me that it felt good. And once I ‘noticed’ then I really got into milking his cock. And he started to fuck me again, again with the snake. I felt it knew how to turn and go deeper. And deeper He got up a bit and pressed down on my shoulders with his hands, pinning me to the ground, with my ass up in the air. He went back to fucking me hard and fast. I just relaxed and let my hole loosen up. “Ah that’s good, my boy. Open up and let me in.” And I did. I just relaxed and he fucked me deep. Oh so deep. My ass was slick with the same slime that was down my throat. His cock made thwash sound as it churned up the slime. It felt so fucking good. I moaned and squeezed my hole in appreciation. He lifted off my shoulders for a brief moment to separate out my cheeks so he could get /that much deeper/ then put his hands on my shoulders. I turned around to look at him. He had taken off his shirt at some point and was dripping sweat. His skin was red, like the blood was just under the skin. His muscles and veins popped and throbbed. His face was a mask of angry hunger - as if ever thrust was another bite he was taking. His sunglasses were off and his eyes were black, except where the pupil’s were, which I saw occasional glints of reddish light. Kind of like when you flash a light into an animal’s eyes in darkness. His hands dug into my shoulders and the pain was sharp. His nails were clawing back towards him, so he could get as deep as he possibly could. And then he paused and let out a low groan-howl. I felt his cock start to twitch. And swell. My hole expanded even further - it was easily bigger than a can of coke at this point. I could feel him coming but it felt different - instead of the jerk-twitch-squirt that most cocks do, this was a pulse-wave-shove of cum. As he pushed himself in as far as he could, he grunted through gritted teeth “yeah…. yeah..…” I could feel it filling up my guts, as if there was a tap running. He kept cumming, depositing his seed deep inside me, for seeming minutes. Slowly he pulled out but kept coming, the same pulse-wave feeling. Finally he pulled out, and spun me around to face his cock. And I understood why now it felt that way. His cock continued to shudder and push out cum and cum was really thick, almost solid, a golf-ball size blob-ball of cum. I watched his cock push another one out, and the cock slit, widened to let this cum ball out. He shoved my face down to clean it off. I did as I was instructed and opened up. Even in my stupor, I knew it wouldn’t fit, but somehow, improbably, it did. It filled my entire mouth, and filled my throat. And it twitched and I felt the cumball push its way down his cock and directly down my throat. While that happened, I instinctively fingered my gaping hole and felt his cum inside. And my ass was full of these balls. I clenched my ass, keeping them inside and started to jerk off. I started to actively swallow now, welcoming them into me. I heard him above me say “Yes. Open up and let me in.” I could smell my ass, his cum and all the other guys now that my nose was shoved up into his pubes. I knew I was just another receptacle for him. One of many. And I liked it. I just relaxed. Both ends letting his cock travel down my throat and my ass. I could feel some of the cumballs plop onto the floor. But I didn’t care. I was open for him. Open. Open. And then I came. My ass clenched. And I just saw emptiness. I blinked to make sure they were open. But I just saw emptiness. It was different than blackness - I could tell that there was space in front of me, but it was just /empty/. I came back to my body. There was a wave of pleasure so strong that it hurt. My body wracked with spasms, the orgasm convulsing every cell of my body. I don’t remember how but when I regained my senses, his cock was out of my mouth. I looked around and he was buttoning the last button on his jeans. He bent over and picked up his shirt. Wordless, he just smirked at me. I was dumbstruck, kneeling on the ground a puddle of my cum in front of me. Pulling his shirt down, he motioned with his jaw towards the ground and said “They don’t last long outside a body.” I glanced down to see the cumballs - yes they were real - melt and spread out into murky jelly. He and put back on his sunglasses, covering his black, flashing eyes. “Take care of them,” he said. He turned and walked out the door. I hadn’t moved or said anything. I slowly stood up, my body starting to ache. I staggered to the bathroom, cum dripping down the inside of my left thigh. In the bathroom, I saw that my face was raw from being ground on the floor. There were two bruises on my hips. In the shower my hole was tender, but I was expecting far worse. I cleaned up the hallway, and his cum was remarkably sticky, but the smell wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. His cum, more than most, was breaking apart and turning into a thinner liquid. Over the next day, I was expecting an interesting shit ahead. But the cumballs didn’t “come out” - I guess they were absorbed? I checked his profile online but it was deleted. Now it seems surreal so I wonder if I was drugged - I’m writing this down so I remember, as it feels like it might fade away like a dream. So here is the recounting of the time I was bred by… uh, not sure what.

I woke up to the feeling of Anthony cumming inside me. When he felt me stirring, he squeezed out a couple more ropes, and wrapped his arms around me tightly, saying “Sorry about that...I was having a very vivid dream about fucking you, and when I woke up I was hard and inside you. I couldn’t even try to hold back. I hope that was OK.” “Well, I could hardly complain after begging for your load last night, could I?” Kissing the back of my neck, he said “Good. I can’t tell you how happy I was when you gave in last night and let me in you bare. Something about knowing my seed is inside you, that you’re carrying a part of me with you, turns me on so much. And I think you like it too. Am I wrong?” “No. You’re not wrong. I feel so connected to you right now, like we shared something so special and perfect. Having a barrier between us just feels so wrong, you know?” “I know exactly what you mean. I want every part of me to be inside you, to inhabit you. But I also want to cook you a proper breakfast. Do you think maybe we could try something?” “Sure, what?” Reaching across me into his drawer, he pulled out a butt plug. “I was thinking if we put this in your hole, you could keep as much of me inside you as possible while we go about our day. I hope you’re able to spend the day with me, Joey. I don’t have any grand designs on you leaving your husband or anything - I know you’ll go home to him energized and electrified from our encounter, and I’ll go back to my search for a new man. But I would love to spend more time with you, in and out of bed, if you’re interested.” “I am yours for the next two days. I’ll tell my conference colleagues that I got a touch of the flu, because I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else right now than right here with you.” I took the plug from his hand and gently pulled away from him, feeling his softening cock slide out of me. I moved the plug to my hole and felt his hand on mine as we both pressed it into me - the slight stretch as it was almost all the way in felt so nice, and then my hole closed around it, just the base remaining between my cheeks. He gave it a gentle tap before rolling me onto my back for a deep, lingering kiss. Anthony cooked me a delicious, hearty breakfast. Then he fucked me in the kitchen. We took a long hot bath together, opening up about our past relationships. Then he fucked me in the bathroom. He showed me his collection of vintage board and video games. Then he fucked me in the media room. Each time, the plug was removed and replaced by Anthony’s enormous cock. And after he filled me with his seed, the plug went back in. With each session, we became closer, more connected, more intimate. And at the same time, I felt him exerting a certain power over me. Like he could sense my submissive side, a part of my fantasy life I don’t even share with my husband. Something about our connection made him able to see past my facade, and past the walls I put up. He just knew what I wanted, maybe even more than I myself knew. Maybe it was the introduction of poppers - whenever he held the bottle for me, I found myself eagerly inhaling and felt my inhibitions melting away. He became more aggressive, more demanding, and yet all within the context of our unspeakable chemistry - it was easily the most intense, enjoyable day of sex I’d ever had. After a long nap and some Chinese takeout for dinner, Anthony was finishing up a txt message as I joined him on the couch. “Got a hot date?” I asked. He finished typing and grinned, “We’ll see, maybe even for both of us if things work out. But tonight is all about the two of us.” Stripping my tshirt off, he said, “Let’s cheat on your husband a little more, shall we?” I felt myself blush, but couldn’t help but feel my cock twitch at the same time. Kissing down my body, Anthony’s tongue found all my erogenous buttons - tickling my pits, nibbling my nipples, probing my navel - somehow he’d learned all the ways to drive me crazy in just one crazy day. Taking my hard cock in his mouth, he grabbed the base of the plug and started pressing it deeper, and twisting it as he bobbed up and down on my rod. He could tell from my moans he was having the desired effect. “You ready for another load up in that sweet pussy, baby?” “Fuck yes! I need it. I need to feel you back inside me. Filling me with your seed.” “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s go to the bedroom.” Shucking our clothes along the way, I jumped onto the bed on my back, spread my legs, and invited Anthony to join me. His hand immediately went to the plug, gently pulling it from my hole. He brought it to my mouth, saying “Clean my cum off, Joey. Savor the flavor of my semen while I get you ready for more.” He fingered my hole for a couple minutes before lining up his raw cock once again. “Tell me what you want.” “Please, Anthony. Fuck my hole!” “Should I put on a condom?” “NO! Never again. I need to feel your skin on my skin. No barriers between us.” “Good boy, Joey,” he said, sliding every inch of his huge erection into my body. I still wasn’t used to the way he was treating me yet, but all I knew was my dick jumped every time he asserted himself, and his cock felt incredible in my hole. I felt so deeply connected to him. “Something in me is changing,” I said as he started to move inside me. “How do you mean?” “It’s just, I’m feeling things I haven’t felt for so long. I don’t know how to describe it.” He replied, “You’re allowing yourself to become what you really are. You’re a cheater now - you’ve wanted to do it for long time, right? And now that you’ve crossed that line, there’s no going back. This weekend with me is changing your life, Joey. Things aren’t ever going to be the same for you and your husband.” Fuck. I knew he was right, but it hadn’t really hit me yet. It wasn’t just that I’d broken my vows and fucked (repeatedly) with another man. I could feel a shift from deep inside, Anthony was allowing something that was lurking in there to finally come out. A yearning to let myself go, to give up control, to submit. I wanted to allow this man to do with me whatever he pleased. “Joey, think of it this way. Your life has been stagnant for a long time. You haven’t been content. Maybe letting yourself have this exploration will allow you to go back to your husband changed in a good way. Like, the battery of your married life was depleted, and giving in to your urges, letting me fuck you for a weekend - maybe it will charge you up, energize you to go back to your normal life with a more positive attitude.” I felt his cock flex inside me as he whispered those words to me, leaking more of his fluids into my rectum. Maybe he’s right - I’d dreamt of cheating on my husband for years. Maybe I could get that desire out of my system by letting my guard down and giving in, allowing myself to go where my urges wanted. And then I could return a changed man. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess you have a point.” I grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way inside me, while he leaned in for a deep tongue kiss. “Now fuck me properly. Don’t hold back. I need more of your seed inside me.” He pulled all the way out until just his head was in me, then rammed the length of his cock all the way back in. Deep dicking me, grabbing my hips, pounding my pussy - I’d never been fucked with such passion and such abandon. Sweat glistened on his beautiful body and the room smelled of pure masculinity. He grabbed the poppers and fed me a few huffs. The rush only made me need him more desperately. “That’s it, dirty boy. Are you a dirty boy, Joey?” “Yes, sir! I’m a dirty, dirty boy!” I said, getting into the role play. “And what do dirty boys need? What do they deserve, Joey?” “Umm...they need to be fucked?” “Well, yes that. But dirty boys need something in their dirty holes.” “Yes, they need loads in their holes!” “That’s right, Joey. And what kind of loads do dirty boys want in their holes?” “Umm...big loads of thick cum!” “Well, yes. But dirty boys want dirty loads in their dirty holes, Joey. Isn’t that right?” “Unngh...fuck. Fuck! Yes, that’s right sir. Dirty boys need dirty loads.” “Say it, Joey. Tell me you want a dirty load in your dirty hole!” “Oh FUCK, sir. I fucking want a dirty load in my hole, sir! I’m a dirty boy!” A big smile came across his face and he got even more aggressive with me. “Fuck yes, boy! I’m gonna give you a big dirty load! Gonna flood your guts with my fucking dirty seed!” The pounding he was giving me was unlike any way I’d ever been treated, and I fucking loved it. My hole was loose from the poppers and sloppy from the multiple loads shot into me in the past 24 hours. “Tell me how my cock feels. Is it bigger than your husband’s?” “Yes! Your cock is so much bigger than his! And you are fucking me so much better than he ever has! Please don’t stop!” “Oh, I’m not gonna stop until I dump inside you again, boy. But now I want you to do something for me. Give me your ring, boy.” “Unngh...uh, what?” “I said, give me your wedding ring. Your husband isn’t here right now. I want to wear it while I fuck you.” I hesitated slightly, then remembered how deeply I wanted to give myself over to this man. I pulled the ring off my finger and presented it to him. As he brought his left hand closer, he said, “With this ring, I thee wed. Say it.” I slid the wedding ring I’d worn so proudly for the last year since my husband and I finally got married onto his finger, repeating, “With this ring, I thee wed.” “That’s better. You’re mine now, and I’m going to make you even more mine.” He fed me another deep hit of poppers and leaned in real close, slowly thrusting as he was buried balls deep. “I’m getting close, Joey. And I feel really close to you right now. I want to give you everything you deserve. Tell me what you want.” “This dirty boy wants your dirty load, sir.” “What else?” “I feel like a different man in the last day with you. The way you’ve fucked me has truly changed my life!” “What else?” “I am going to return to my normal life more energized, recharged.” “That’s it. I’m charging up your battery, aren’t I? Say it.” “Yes, sir. The way you’re fucking me is charging me up. Don’t stop!” “It really is like I’m giving you something special for you to take home. A gift, if you will. The way our tryst has opened you up. Right?” “Exactly, sir! Fuck! Please never stop! Give me the gift! Blast it directly into my soul!” “Fuck yes, boy. That’s right. Your cheating ass is gonna be filled with yet another dirty load from me! My DNA is going to coat the walls of your intestines and seep into every cell in your body! Take my fucking big dick - the dick that’s bigger and better than your husband’s!” “Please! Pound me! Fuck me and feed me your cum! Charge me up with your dirty load!” “I’m gonna shoot, boy. I’m gonna blast one more huge load deep in your guts. You ready for my POZ load, fucker?” Playing along, “Yes! Give it to me! Fill me with your POZ load!” “Take it, you cheating piece of shit! Filling you with more of my POZ cum NOW, bitch!” With that, he plunged in balls deep and blasted rope after rope of cum into my pussy. It felt like it would never stop. I shot my load all over our bellies as I felt him squirting over and over inside me. I felt content and more satisfied than I had in years. As our breathing calmed and he lay on top of me, his cock still buried in me, I said, “That was some amazing role play, Anthony. Really intense and super hot. Thank you for that!” “That wasn’t role play, boy” was all he said before rolling off me, plugging me up again, and wrapping his arms around me and drifting off.

In my opinion....guys on apps can be so incredibly picky that they will tend to seek "perfection" to the point of not finding anyone at all to play with OR if they do, they tend find something to be upset with their playmate in person. I used to be the same way and realized I was a flake....once I eased up, I find that my enjoyment of just man on man fucking has increased tenfold....and the fucking things I've learned...wow!!!

Since you freaks can't wait, I'll put in the 2nd part now. ------------------- Part 2 Rick led me down the narrow steps into the basement of the brownstone, still grasping my dick. I could smell a little mildew and the remains of a recently-burned cigar. The beige-carpeted floor seemed unusually stiff under my feet. To my great surprise, we encountered no cobwebs that basements are known for growing. Rick opened a door on his right, which led to an enclosed room with the furnace and water heater, and another door beyond them. Rick unlocked this door, finally releasing my throbbing cock (which was begging for release at the anticipated event). He went into the lightless room, flipped a switch on the wall, and it was suddenly illuminated in dark red. I could make out a sling, shelving on one wall with a variety of bottles that I assumed were either lube or alcohol, a large number of small identical cases that were probably porn DVDs, and an odd-looking chair in an opposite corner. The details of the room were not immediately clear to me, and the deep red of the lights confused my view. Rick closed the door, and ordered me to strip naked. As I did so, he stood silently against the wall and watched me. I gathered up my clothes, which he took and placed somewhere on the other side of the dungeon. “Hop in the sling,” Rick ordered. “I’ll be just a minute.” I did as he instructed, and climbed into the sling. The springs squeaked under my weight, and I began to put my feet through the holders. As I was doing this, Rick was doing something that I couldn’t clearly see, and I heard movement, but my activity with the feet kept me from focusing on whatever he was doing. I heard a drawer open, a little rustling, two sharp snaps, and the drawer closing. I had my feet elevated fairly quickly and awaited his return. I heard a metallic “click”, then the hiss of a torch. The sudden illumination allowed me to see that he was lighting not one but TWO thick cigars. He got the cherry burning in each, and the room was suddenly fragrant with the odor of sweet tobacco. Rick walked over to me and stuck one of the cigars in my mouth. “We’re going to blacken your lungs, faggot,” he said with a shift in his voice. I started to protest, “I don’t smoke, buddy,” but he stuck it in my mouth mid-sentence. “Trust me, you do now. You wanna be a poz pig like me? This is part of that. Optional, but much better if you give in to it. Let me know if it’s too strong for you.” I took a draw on the stick. The acrid taste of burning tobacco filled my mouth, and although I expected it to be akin to a mouthful of fire, it was not. Not one bit. Smooth and cool, and actually quite flavourful. It was clear I had no say in this matter, so I at least gave it a chance. I stuck the big thing in my jaw, and just got used to the feeling. I think I like a cock there better, but whatever. Rick walked to the shelf with the bottles and kept his back to me. I had correctly guessed they were lube bottles. He took one down, popped it open, and turned it upside down to pour into his hand. He might have been checking the thickness of the lube because he closed it loudly, put the bottle back on the shelf, wiped his hands, and got a different one. Rick opened the new bottle, poured some into his other hand, and closed the lid. “This’ll do.” He returned to the sling and placed the bottle in the holder. I tried to regulate my breathing, but between anxiety and the unexpected cigar, it resulted in a lot of loud exhalations. Rick noticed the gar burning in my jaw, and with annoyance, he said, “Hey, those are expensive. Smoke it right or die.” I took the burning rod in my hand and let instinct guide me on smoking it, though I had no idea what I was doing. Rick placed his own cigar in a nearby ashtray, and began to undress. His body was almost totally white as if he had never spent an hour in the sun in his life. The frame was just as I remembered - slender with no muscular development, and a bit of a paunch at the bottom of his abdomen. His dick was a sight to behold - a good eight or nine inches with no foreskin, average thickness, and curved slightly upward. I didn’t get a good look at his ballsack, but I remember they were not particularly droopy. A brown mole sat on the right side of his pelvis. And then I saw something new -- a small but unmistakable biohazard tattoo on the opposite side. Why had I not noticed it before? “Oh, right”, I thought to myself. “He was wearing a jockstrap that night in the bathhouse. The waistband probably covered it so it would be a surprise for anyone lucky enough to remove it.” Rick took the lube bottle in his hand and slicked himself up. Then he brought the bottle right to my butthole and squeezed it hard to get the lube inside me. He began to push hard on the bottle as well, and I felt the breach of plastic in my sphincter. “Ouch,” I said. “Take it easy.” “I thought I told you to smoke, fucker.” This guy had flipped a switch since we were upstairs. I was no longer with a trusted friend, but a guy bent on doing some damage to me for the fun of it. I found myself holding my breath a bit while this passed through my mind. Then Rick replaced the bottle in the holder, crossed the room again, and after wiping his hands, took up his cigar again. He pulled hard on it, and turned back to me. His nose jet resembled a dragon, ready to spit flame and fire at me. It was fucking hot. I was now more acclimated to the cigar, and the room began to get a little foggy. Rick returned to me, and bent over my waiting form in the sling. He got right in my face, and said, “This is your last warning. Are. You. Sure. Because when this train begins, there is no stopping it until you are bred.” Again with the doubt! I trusted him, and while I was enjoying the dominance he was displaying, his demeanour was not something I had mentally prepared for. My mind screamed, “Do not do this!” But I brushed it away, and all hope of reversing this scene was lost when I answered him, “I have to know. I want to be a poz pig.” He weighed my answer with no change of emotion or expression, and without warning, he rammed his cock into me. I winced in surprise, almost burning my chest with the lighted cigar. “Then welcome to hell,” he growled in a low voice. “You’re going to die today. But don’t forget - you asked for it!!”

The story (while 'fictional') is a great version of a possible true-life experience that some of us get to or have already experienced: that being, catching our pretty (innocent) BF, our 'boy-toy', our junior 'understudy' having a dark side of promiscuity, cheating and engaging in very risky sexual behavior. I have that happen several times over the years, along with the feeling of rage, anger, betrayal, nausea... but also the tingling, creeping sensation of arousal. Fast forward to my last/ present BF who has lasted longer than any of the others before, and much more harmoniously. Part of that accomplishment was based on a 'deal-with-the-devil' as prudes might say. To his defense: Monogamy had taken a toll on many levels, fading frequency of sex, less personal 'vanity', less being outgoing and flirtatious with others. You know: 'following the relationship script'! BORING, really, the predictability! And like in the straight world, it invites cheating and temptations... the story of 'the forbidden fruit' and the snake... DANGER, the devil, the sexual hunters out there... My man fell to temptation first: him being passed out drunk with an unlocked phone flashing a series of various advanced conversations. Him actively pursuing hooking up with complete strangers. scrolling through them I found the proof: BAREBACK SEX and taking loads was the ultimate goal. After feeling the old-fashioned rage and sense of betrayal, I got back in control. I told him: "Most 'traditional' relationships would be over. I say north of 98%! You agree?" (Footnote: I even had guys in this group tell me (although they are HARDCORE, pozzing, promiscuous party-guys) "If I HAD A BF, I would NEVER tolerate him hooking up with others!") Yes my man did agree and looked concerned about us 'being over'. But I told him we can make this work though, because luckily I'm such a 'sick fuck' I get strangely aroused by all of this... BUT, it will be BOTH of us going out: hunting for cock and cum, fucking holes and making SEX A SPORT! And no secrecy, no willful privacy, no jealousy, hypocrisy and NO RUBBERS EVER! One of the first 'acts' of entering the new brotherhood was me inviting a self-confident, highly promiscuous party-boy who also lets you know he is poz. Well he is an actor from a big city where people are more liberated than in the South... I had the dude breed my man's hole and do his POZ-TALK. He said: "Boy you ready to take my POZ DEMON SEED? You ready to share my DNA? You gonna be a good slut, take all loads?" He mumbled kinda bitch-like at first but I made him butch it up and say: "YES SIR!" He popped a few loads and showed me the cream-pie of at least one. I asked the guy to keep breeding my man, ignore his requests to 'take it easy' and hurry up... Hell no! Breed and rut his hole raw, rough and make sure your demon seed takes... then we will be on the same page. We are now in year 15 of our relationship and the last 6 of total promiscuous debauchery have been the best. He now tells me he 'envies me' for being a bigger whore and getting more 'hot guys'. Not true, yes mostly but some random tricks were such, tore-up, homely fucks I'd never would acknowledge them in public... unless they see me first! lol

My decision to BB, i didn’t take lightly. Like many of you i desired it so badly but was scared. But Watching more porn and using sex toys more it’s almost like i became obsessed with wanted to go bareback let someone breed me. After a long time i started asking guys in i met online if they played safe or bb. I met this one guy who said he played either way, so i just said we will decide later. I was traveling and at a hotel so i had set some condoms out on the night stand with the lube. After a lot of four play he was laying in his back and asked me if i wanted to hop on, so i just grabbed the lube no condom. I lived my hole and his cock. I hesitated for minute waiting for him to say get a condom but he didn’t. So i proceeded to sit down on top of him. He fed me his dick when we changed positions, it was so erotic to taste my ass on his cock..... After a while he said he was about to cum and i just said cum inside me, i want you to shoot it deep in me. When finished i laid there and couldn’t believe what just happened. I was spent and it was so fucking amazing.

I met a 30 something muscle bear off scruff. I agreed I would suck his balls dry. when I got to his he was naked except for his jockstrap - massive bulge. I serviced his bulge then got his cock out - not the longest but he ws so fukkin thick with a big 4skin. I put my mouth round his shaft and started sucking. I must have been doing something good cuz he was groaning and grunting and holding my head on his cock pulling my mouth further on to his shaft till my nose was buried in his crotch. he told me he hates coming on a dude's face and he needs to cum in my mouth and swallow. then he asks if I'm ok if he holds my head so I don't pull off -I said yeah won't be a problem. I've been sucking cock for years. so I'm working on his shaft and massaging his balls. his breathing gets shallower and I can tell he's getting close. he grunts that he's gunna cum, he pulls my head on to his cock and his first jolt of seed hits the back of my throat - now it's not just a squirt - it's like I'm sucking on a meaty super soaker - that's followed by at least 8 more powerful shots - I haven't swallowed yet so my mouth is full of sperm. finally I start to swallow it all down. he thanked me and told that was the best blow job he had. I told him he was the most powerful shooter ever to cum in my mouth. I still blow him bout once a month. I still haven't met a man who can shoot such a huge load

And I would gladly participate. Nothing is hotter than the sight of males indulging in fucking and fisting like a pack of dogs in heat. I love sex clubs and sex resorts for that open, casual, and promiscuous atmosphere. We need more of this experience and opportunity in our everyday lives. We are built for sex.

Would love to organize a sex party/orgy where it is understood that the action is being recorded with the express purpose of dissemination of the images and videos. The necessary releases for public display and hold-harmless would of course need to be signed beforehand. All bareback and all sleezy - posted to a site dedicated to organizing such parties in other cities and countries. Many bathhouses and clubs may very well close permanently. We need to explore other options for cummunial fun and fraternity.

I do porn so I have no problems being filmed or having my naked body distributed across the internet, particularly while getting bred or fisted while others watch. Some places forbid filming, though most parties I've been to, any filming must have consent of those who will appear in it. In other cases, such as an event like Fist Fest, if you are walking around all these guys openly having sex and being passed around believing no one is filming, then you are just naive. The stigma of the naked male body or the act of males having sex solo o with others needs to be eliminated. The more of us posting our sexploits (TM) for the public to see, the more normal such indulgence becomes, as it should be to start with. We are sexual animals at our core. Those should be celebrated, not shamed.

Breeding is the conscious act of a man forcing his seed into a fertile bitch cunt. I always want the boy to conceive.

Raleigh keeps delivering. Hot 26yo returned, then a guy hit me up for anon - cock pic for ass pic and no other info. He arrived, game up to my room, pushed open the door, and slid right in. Very hung black guy. Fucked deep and shot hard - stayed in and said he needed to cum again. He fucked even harder and came harder, then slid out. As soon as the door closed I messaged a repeat pure anon who was waiting in the parking lot - they passed each other in the hall. Anon repeat (never seen his face) came in and gave me three loads, slid out, and left. One more would be great...

I’m probably a bit lame but I’ve always protected my ass. I don’t use toys, don’t get fisted. I never want to lessen the sensation of a cock in there. I like fucking loose holes tho especially if they’re already full of cum

I checked in on Louis a few times over the next few days. Tuesday night I got home and was sitting on the couch rolling a few joints when my phone buzzed. It was a message from Mike - “how the fuk do u stroke w/o hurting?” I laughed and replied “gentle. don’t try n get off in 15 seconds.” A few texts back and forth (each one more erotic than the last) and I was on my way over to his place. Mike greeted me at the door in just a pair of flannel boxers along with a big grin. We sat on the couch and Mike slid his boxers off. “How do you normally stroke?” I asked him. He looked embarrassed for a moment before realizing that was silly since that’s why I was here. He grabbed a fistful of cock and stroked about two seconds and then yelled out “Ow!” I chuckled and told him “I told you - gentle. It looks like you’re trying to yank it out of your body. Try just using two or three fingers and short strokes.” Mike tried it and gave me a funny look like it was doing nothing for him. “Try varying the pressure and the number of fingers until you find what feels good. You’re gonna have to train your dick to something different than the fist it’s used to” I said. I reached over and circled his cock with my thumb and forefinger and stroked gently. Switching to my thumb and middle finger, I could almost get all the way around. While he stayed hard, it didn’t seem to be getting him closer to an orgasm. I added a second finger with my thumb and then a third and that seemed to be the sweet spot. Once I added a little twist to the stroke, he really seemed to be enjoying it. I kept going, enjoying the feeling of this stud's cock in my hand as I jacked him. His eyes were closed and I wondered what he was imagining while I stroked him. “Oh fuck!” Mike yelled out and I felt his cock start to thicken. He reached out his hand and cupped it just in time to catch the first rope of cum that shot out. It was thick and white and shot out with some force. Two more shots fired out of his cock as my strokes slowed down. I stopped stroking and the next three spurts of cum were not as hard and then the last pulses of his cock just dribbled out. It was hard not to lean down and suck all of the cream off his cock but until the piercing had healed the last thing he needed was my spit all over it. Mike’s chest stopped heaving and he looked over at me with a huge smile. “Thanks, man. I needed that” Mike said to me. “No problem. I guess now you know what works with that fuckin hot cock of yours” I replied. I looked directly into his eyes and said "So, ya mind helping me out too?" He looked back at me suspiciously and said "What do you have in mind?" I gave another grin and said "You should probably learn how to suck a pierced cock so you can give pointers to the guys when they suck you." Mike chuckled and replied "I've sucked my share of pierced dicks. I think I can talk the guys through it to avoid the teeth banging and gagging." I was disappointed, but I had another idea. "Well, then, I guess you're just gonna have to give up your ass, cuz I'm not leaving here blueballed" I said confidently. "You think so, huh?" Mike replied, smirking. "Mmhmm. you cant fuck until your dick is healed so you either suck me or let me fuck you. Your choice" I said back to him. I really wanted the fuck, but either would be fine with me. He shook his head but a grin grew across his face. He stood up slowly, kicked off his boxers and then kneeled on the sofa with his head over the back. I wasn't going to give him a chance to change his mind and stood up and dropped my jeans. Going commando was a smart move and my cock had soon grown to full length. I kneeled down and pulled his muscled ass cheeks apart. There wasn't much hair on his ass or legs and I wasted no time in burying my face between the muscled globes. "Ahh, fuck. That beard feels so fucking good on my ass..." he said and then a few moments later added "Oh shit, your tongue is even better" as I began to eat his hole out. He reached back and spread his butt cheeks wider and I rewarded him by slipping my tongue inside. The taste was incredible and I kept breathing deep to experience his scent. My cock was as rigid as it had ever been and started to leak on to the rug. I was conflicted, I loved rimming his ass but I badly wanted to fuck him. The compromise was to tongue fuck him for a few more minutes before I gave my dick a chance. When he squeezed his ring around my tongue, I knew it was time. I stood up and my cock was pointing straight out, the head covered in a sheen of precum. I played with his hole for a few seconds, dragging my piercing over his hole several times before pushing it in. Mike let out a low quiet growl as the PA and then the head made their way just inside the outer ring. I pulled off my sleeveless tee and leaned forward, resting my hairy chest on his back. Mike arched his back and my hips began to rock, pushing the steel and flesh deeper inside. He wasn't really tight, but was working his ass muscles to let me in while also keeping a firm grip on my shaft. As much as his appearance and demeanor oozed "100% top", the experience I was getting from his ass told a different story. Mike was a talented bottom. I held his hands on the back of the couch while I pumped in faster. He leaned his head back on my shoulder and let out several moans while my hips bounced off his muscled ass cheeks. I drilled him like this for several minutes before I was fighting off the impending orgasm. My cock slid out of him and I tugged on his hips, whispering "on your knees, down on the floor" in his ear. Mike slid off the couch and backed up, bracing his hands on either side of his body on the sofa's bottom cushions. The break was just long enough to keep my dick hard and let my balls relax. My hands spread his butt apart again and while kneeling on one knee I slid right back in. This time I was more forceful and Mike seemed to be into it. "Oh god that feels so good. That's why I wanted to get a PA" Mike moaned out. Only a few minutes into this position and he was working his ass back into each of my thrusts. The slap of skin filled the room and the mixture of precum and spit inside his hole were giving off their usual heavenly sounds. We kept going like this for a while, both of us moaning or grunting depending on the intensity of my thrusts. I was getting close again, but didn't want to cum quite yet. Slowing down the pace, I then shoved in hard and left myself planted for a moment. My cock slowly withdrew until the head and piercing popped free and I snarled "On your back." Mike crawled up on the couch and laid back, his ass hanging off the edge and still gaping a little. He grabbed his legs and pulled them back, showing a lot more agility than I expected from his muscled body. Grinning back at him, I guided my slick cock back to his exposed hole. My cock toyed with his hole while I wrapped my fist around his very hard shaft. I saw a mixture of emotions in his eyes while I stood there. There was desire in his eyes, which I assumed was him needing my cock back inside him. There was pain, probably from his new piercing in his engorged cock. And there was pleasure from the fuck so far. In one swift motion, I planted my cock back inside his warm chute and flexed my hand around his cock. Mike's eyes got big, just like the smile on his face. I kept flexing my hand as my cock pumped in and out. Before too long his breathing started to get labored and then I felt him start to clamp down on my cock. My grunts got louder and turned into a growl while I stared deep into his eyes. With a few more squeezes with my hand, I aimed his cock back just in time to watch the first rope shoot out and land on his clean shaven face. The next few seconds were a blur as his ass milked my own load out. Three days worth of built up cum shot like a cannon out of my cock, painting the walls of his guts with my thick cream. Focusing again on the stud that I was balls deep in, all I saw in his face was pleasure along with cum dripping off his chin. We each fired off a few last jets of cum, Mike's landing on his chest and mine adding to the pool inside him. As my breathing returned to normal, I leaned in and licked the cum off his chin before feeding it to him. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, leaving my tongue coated in his spit not his cum. My cock started to soften and I pulled it out, watching some cum dribble down his ass. I ran my finger up the center of his chest, scooping up some more of his jizz before sucking it off my finger. Grabbing my jeans, I pulled them on and then put my shirt back on. I kept staring back at him and his eyes were fixed on me too. With my boots laced, I said "I hope that cock is as talented as your ass." He grinned back at me and replied "I think so, but it needs time to heal and shit like this didn't help. It's sore as fuck right now." I chuckled and said "Well, next time I'll just tie your hands behind your back and fuck you doggy. That should make it easier on your dick." Walking to the door I turned and gave him a wink before walking out and going back to home. When I got there I looked at my phone and I had a message from Mike. "Thursday?"

Hehe it's one of my weakness. Best is when they start prolapsing or rosebuding on your cock while fucking their loose gash

Part 8 - February Frozen In Time Conrad put on his coat and grabbed a coffee then went to sit outside in the cold January morning, having at last spent a day without masturbating allowing his sore cock some respite. He wondered if he was turning in to a degraded pervert constantly needing to blow his load every time he thought of Jack. What was even more weird was how he found it exhilarating sitting in the cold air looking at his aunties flower bed reminding him of when Jack had assaulted him outside cutting his cheek. He chuckled to himself totally chilled out and enjoying the peace and quiet. Max arrived and grabbed a coffee walking outside, he leaned down and kissed Conrad on the cheek taking him by surprise and sitting down next to him. "You told your parents then?" Max asked already knowing the answer "how have they taken it?". Conrad put his cup down "Not sure, my father is upset" he replied "just wish Charlie and..." he stopped himself. Max chuckled "Charlie told me you have a thing for sailors" he said sipping his coffee. Conrad rolled his eyes "Does Charlie tell you everything?" he asked looking at him. "Of course" Max replied "What about Harry though?" he now asked. Conrad sat in silence for a moment "To be honest I have tried to forget about him" he replied. "You never contacted him?" Max asked looking surprised. "No" he replied "I don't see any point" Conrad said then looked down "what if he is the one?". Max looked at Conrad "Do you like him?" he asked. Conrad shrugged his shoulder "I don't even know him" he said "I know he can punch" he chuckled. "He hasn't been seen around the bar for months now" Max informed him "even my wife asked her gay friends". Conrad sat up "And there has been no sight of him?" he asked looking concerned. "No" he replied "someone did say he got a job in the city" Max said "but he never hangs out around here now". Conrad nodded "Maybe I should just check in within him make sure he is okay". Max smiled and stood up "Come on back inside" he said "and if you don't contact him... well you will never know". It was the jolt Conrad needed and the following morning he sat there holding his phone for several minutes and finally sending a message to Harry apologising for not being in touch and asking if he was okay. He could see the message had been delivered but remained unread for most of the day. It took Conrad all this time to realise he had never truly got over Harry despite not even really knowing him, Harry had got in to his head though and the more he thought of him the more he found he wanted to explore any possibility that may exist. The subtle way he toyed and teased Conrad, his mischievous little grin and boyish looks, maybe he was in love with Harry but could not see it. Their trip to London was over so quickly and they were setting off for the drive back to Hampshire. Harry was sat up in bed in his swanky flat overlooking the city, he knew the text by heart but kept reading it dithering and not knowing how to answer Conrad. Moham came out of the bathroom dressed for a meeting and kissed Harry on the head, frequently popping over early morning before going to the office mixing a little business with a lot of pleasure. "Harry just answer it then either delete it or whatever" Moham said noticing he was still distracted. Harry nodded "In a minute I will" he said getting out of bed. Moham put his watch on looking at Harry "Come in at lunchtime Harry and get that sorted out" he said. Harry got back in to bed and watched Moham leave, reading the text message again he thought hard and began typing his response to Conrad. Sitting there for a moment with his finger poised over the send button he hit it and locked his phone putting it on silent. Picking up his work phone he browsed through the emails received since yesterday to see if anything needed immediate attention before taking a shower. Conrad felt his phone buzz in his pocket and hurriedly pulled it out and saw he had a message from Harry. Quickly opening it he read it and read it again, a tear fell from his eye seeing the words the from Harry 'You put me through ups and down and I can't explain why or get over you yet you still rip my heart out every time I think or see you, I don't even know you yet this is what you have done to me. It is best we leave it there I can't copy with that happening any more'. Wiping his eyes he put the phone back in his pocket unaware his father had been watching him through the mirror, he really felt heartbroken and knew he should have gone back to Harry when Max sent him his number. When they arrived home Conrad said nothing and went up to his bedroom and laid down trying to make sense of his life. Eddie knocked on the door and walked in catching Conrad wiping his eyes again. "That text you got in the car was it from Charlie's friend?" his father asked. Conrad looked at his father who closed the door "No, someone else who I realised I was fond of" he replied. Eddie sat on the bed "They blew you off?" he asked "you have always been the sensitive one Con" he said trying his best at consoling him. "He says I rip his heart out but we don't know each other apart from when he punched me" Conrad said. Eddie stifled a laugh "Sorry I didn't mean to laugh" he said sincerely. Conrad smiled "It was my fault I called him a queer" he said "now look at me just a fucking queer". "Conrad!" his father looked angry "don't ever use that language in this house" he told him off going to town. "Sorry father" Conrad said laying back down on the bed "I need Charlie here he would know what to do". Eddie patted his leg "Love can swipe your legs right from under you Conrad, you just have to deal with it". Conrad nodded "I'm sorry for being such a mess" he said in frustration. "Come down to dinner" Eddie said standing up "we love you son it just take us oldies more time to adjust". He joined them for dinner and opened up a bit more about Harry and the incident in London but left out the gay for pay part to spare them and himself the indignity of it, surprisingly both parents were supportive. Towards the middle of January Conrad was busy revising for the next part of his exam which was a practical in a few days time, he had no idea why they would do practical exams outside in January when you couldn't even get a fork in the ground. It had been a good week speaking to Charlie and Joshua twice who were now sailing up towards the Bahamas before a trip along the east coast of the US then across the Atlantic to Portsmouth for the start of March. The following week he was glad the exam was done and sent Jack a text to let him know how it had gone. Despite his urge to text Harry he decided not to thinking that was that, so preoccupied by Harry that by the weekend he realised there had been nothing from Jack so he strolled up to the manor Saturday morning. Simon spotted him and walked down the stairs opening the front doors just as Conrad came through the gate, he looked tired and upset calling Conrad over. It was the first time he had seen or spoken to him since that night and had to hold back his anger towards him. "Conrad, I think you better come in" Simon said going back inside leaving the door open. Conrad walked in closing the door "What is wrong?" he asked looking at him "Jack?" he suddenly blurted out. Simon went over and hugged him "He is upstairs and is in a very bad way". Conrad cried out and went running up the stairs with Simon following him, he rushed through the bedroom doors and fell to his knees crying. Jack was hooked up to a ventilator and wires going to a monitor showing his life signs. Simon knew this was coming since his last bout of illness but even he broke down seeing Conrad in such a state. All the time Jack went on about Conrad, he only now saw first hand how truly attached Conrad and Jack had become through their friendship. The initial shock overwhelmed Conrad and eventually he calmed down and went to sit by his side, Simon closed the doors softly and left them alone. Conrad visited every evening and stayed for many hours holding Jack's hand who was in an unresponsive state. Sunday afternoon at the close of January it was cold and snow flurries filled the air, Conrad was sat with Jack holding his hand as usual and giving Simon a break who left with the doctor. Conrad talked about plants and what he had been learning that week when he felt Jack squeeze his hand gently. He cried a lot sitting there and Simon had been frank and honest telling him it was only a matter of days. The one person in life who apart from Charlie that knew Conrad inside out was lying in this frail state. He held on to Jack's hand tighter like he was letting him know he was here. Conrad stroked Jack's arm and spent time looking at his various tattoos mumbling away to him about them. He found the scorpion on his bicep that he never really noticed or paid attention to it before. The stinger part had drops painted in red landing on a skull and crossbones, underneath was a cupid holding the letter A and a hibiscus flower entwinned around the letter C. Conrad got his phone out and took a picture of it not understanding the significance of them, he knew it would really upset his parents but he wanted to get the scorpion one done in honour of Jack and everything he had done for him. Something about it just reminded him so much of Jack, Simon walked in just as he took the picture. "He was always proud of those tattoos, symbolised many things in his life" Simon said sitting next to Conrad. Conrad put his phone away "I never really paid much notice to them" he said looking at Simon. "You getting one done yourself?" Simon asked "ah, the scorpions tail and the drops of venom". Conrad smiled looking at Jack "It is your venom inside both of us" he said. Simon remained silent for several minutes "You took advantage of me that night" Conrad said glancing at him. "I know" Simon confessed "I did warn you" he said standing up feeling he should leave. Conrad patted the seat "Sit down Simon" he said "Jack and I are brothers of sorts, we both have your virus". Simon smirked "Yes you have both inherited my DNA" he replied. Conrad glanced at him "I guess Harry is as well?" he asked but nodded answering his own question. "You got Jack's strain as well" Simon remarked and Conrad looked at him "yes he told me he finally got you good in the greenhouse". "It doesn't mean I forgive you" Conrad said in mild anger "you must have known I didn't understand". Simon looked at Jack "You will either love or hate me Conrad same as Jack did" he said. "You reckon?" Conrad replied "I can't get past the anger towards you at the moment" he said blinking back tears. Simon spoke softly "Jack loved two people Adam and me but he for some reason he completely adored and love you even more". Conrad looked at Simon "He never said anything to me" he said looking sad. "Jack's way, if he had told you then things would have got complicated and hard just like now" Simon explained. Conrad sniffed "Jack is one brutal arse wrecker" he said half smiling looking at Jack. Simon chuckled and patted his shoulder "That is why I would never let him lose on my arse". "One day he held me in his arms and looked me in the eye like he was making love to me" Conrad admitted. Simon smiled "He probably was Conrad, you really don't understand how much he really thought of you". Conrad shook his head and ran his hand along Jack's arm stroking it lovingly, the snow began to fall heavily and coated the land in a brilliant whiteness against the dark clouds. Just as darkness was creeping in the heart monitor flatlined, his body finally unable to fight any longer. Jack passed away peacefully with Conrad holding his hand. Simon reached over grabbing Conrad and hugging him tightly feeling every heart breaking sob from Conrad entering in to his body. Simon could hear the hurt and devastation in his cries, he pushed Simon away and leaned over kissing Jack one last time then walked out without a word to Simon. Crying all the way out of the manor, Simon watched from the window then turned to Jack and kissed him on the forehead placing the sheet over him then looked out the window again just as Conrad turned to look up 'stupid kid' he said upset, annoyed and angry. Simon turned the light off and placed the call to the undertakers and doctor. He stood there unsure if he was angry at Conrad or Jack, in the darkness he sat talking to Jack until the doctor arrived. Conrad walked in to the house and his mother came out of the sitting room and saw his tear streaked face, she ran over and hugged him knowing full well what it meant. He spent the rest of the evening trying to be consoled by his parents. The loss of Jack hit him badly and he spent the next few days in his bedroom unable to face or talk to anyone. His heart truly broken and bursting in to bouts of tears, thankfully he had a week off college which did nothing to help his sadness frequently breaking down during the day and crying himself to sleep at night. There had been no movement at the manor and many of the neighbours dropped flowers off as word spread of Jack passing away. Simon locked himself away sorting out the arrangements, he sent a few messages to some of the wealthy people that Jack had come to know from their parties telling them the funeral would be on Friday at 2pm. Simon pondered at first but eventually wrote an invitation to Conrad telling him the arrangements. Joshua was devastated seeing Conrad looking so upset and desperately wanted to be there for him, Charlie was the same and provided some comfort for Joshua who was badly upset and wanted to hold Conrad. Jody heard the doorbell ring and placed the tea towel down to answer the front door. "I'm sorry to disturb you so late I have this for Conrad" Simon said handing the envelope over. Jody looked at him "Simon isn't it, from the manor?" she asked. Simon nodded "Yes, it is Jack's funeral arrangements" he said nodding to the envelope. "My condolences" she said sympathetically "do you want to come in for a cup of tea or something?" Jody asked him. "No thank you" Simon said shaking his head "it has been a hard time" he said walking away back up the road. Conrad sat there looking at it in his bedroom wondering if Simon did it as a friend or just because he thought he should. He read it again, the service was at 2pm and burial at 3pm at a small church and cemetery that was within walking distance of Hibiscus Drive. It was a place Jack had already chosen having loved the spot when he tended the gardens before working at the manor. Adam was hunched over in tears in Moham's office Monday morning having just heard the news. Harry stood there unsure what was going until Moham explained to him that he was to accompany Adam and him on Friday to a funeral. Harry learnt that Adam had been having a long term fling with Jack for years whenever they could meet up. Harry brought Adam back to his flat and spent the evenings comforting and talking with him. They left Chelsea helipad just after lunchtime on Friday, Adam over the initial shock was pretty much back to himself and the helicopter landed just before 1pm. Conrad heard it arriving having no idea who it was and cared even less. The small private funeral would be a few people who Jack had been acquainted with, having been disowned by his family years ago he made strict instructions his family were not to be invited or told. Moham was first out of the helicopter and walked over to meet Simon, Adam got out and held Harry back for a moment. "Harry this will be hard but you must hold in any anger towards Simon" Adam said looking him in the eye. Harry looked towards Simon "There is no more anger Adam" he said "I don't want to speak to him". Adam shook his head "Harry you must at least be pleasant to him, Moham is friends both personally and business with him" he warned Harry. Harry nodded but unable to stop himself he gave Simon daggers when they looked at each other, this was the reason why Simon never had guys back that he had converted or stealthed. Simon though smirked and ignored him instead he went over to Adam and hugged him commenting he had been away too long from the manor and should visit. Simon couldn't help notice that Harry kept glancing out of the window like he was looking for someone. Conrad showered and got a black shirt and trousers out, it was the best he could do not having a proper suit for this type of occasion. He had already decided to skip the service and wait until the funeral party left then he would say his good bye to Jack alone. The limousine left the manor behind the hearse followed by a second one with Harry and Adam. Simon looked to number 8 and told the driver to wait a moment to see if Conrad would appear but it was quiet, a few ladies down the road had turned out to watch despite the cold wind blowing. "Who are you waiting for?" Moham asked Simon. "Hmm" Simon said "Oh, the lad Jack was teaching thought he might be attending" he replied. Moham nodded "Did I see him at the last party?" he asked. Simon shook his head "No, Conrad kept clear" he said. "Conrad?" Moham said looking at him "does he know Harry?" he asked. "I don't know" Simon replied glancing at him "he is a bit of a country boy, dam good fuck though". Moham chuckled "I am sure Harry told me he was in the garden when we left" he added looking at number 8. "Maybe they do know each other" Simon said trying to think back if Conrad had ever mentioned him. "If it is him he screamed a lot when I broke him in" Moham said smiling. Simon laughed "Anyway he is not talking to me at the moment" he said grinning. "Not another one" Moham said looking at Simon nodding "he was straight when I did him" Moham added. "Not so straight now Moham, he had sex with Jack in the greenhouse quite a few times" Simon informed him. Moham chuckled "Amazing what a little money will do to straight lads" he chuckled "brings out their gay side". Simon laughed "You are kidding me?" he asked "he was an escort in London?". "Far from it" Moham replied "but dangle a tempting carrot and well they come back for more very quickly". "What's the deal with you and this Harry then?" Simon asked wondering why he brought Harry with him. Moham smiled "Works for me as my assistant" he replied "and I am very fond of him". Simon turned to look at him "Adam's replacement?" he asked smiling "have you freed him up?". Moham laughed "I knew you still had a soft spot for Adam" he said "and he has a soft spot for Harry". Simon sat back smiling "Complicated lives they lead" he remarked. "Harry is in love with Conrad" Moham said "has been since the day they first met". Simon looked in surprise "Really?" he replied. Moham nodded "He thinks I don't know but I can see the hurt in his eyes when he thinks about him". "Well maybe Harry and you should come stay more often" Simon suggested "see if they can sort it out". Moham sat back "Looks like you have new neighbours Simon" he said nodding to the removals truck unloading. Simon looked "Number 3, I never heard it was up for sale" he replied tapping for the chauffeur to drive on. The Egginghams who lived at number 3 didn't even have time to get the for sale sign up, their house was purchased within the day of going on sale two months ago and now they had moved out and the Emir family were moving in, the mother was looking at the hibiscus bed out of the front when she noticed the limousine waiting outside number 8. Jamal her son walked over interested in seeing what was going on. Your typical 19 year old rebellious teenager, Jamal stood at five feet ten inches with jet black hair that was unruly and unkept. Deep brown eyes and his left eyebrow was pierced, he was attractive despite his unkept appearance by letting his hair do whatever it wanted. His skin a very subtle tanned shade of northern Morocco, his mother married a Moroccan business man and Jamal had inherited his fathers hair, eyes, cock and body type. His body was slim and tight with a perfect muscle definition that never changed no matter what he ate, his shining glory was the eight inches of thick prime meat. He was very proud of his ancestry but preferred to go by the name of Jam and was very English by nature. Over the past year at the all boys boarding school Jamal had found a use for his cock bedding quite a few of the other closet cases. He never classed himself as gay and a hole was just a hole for him to stick his cock in and get some pleasure. "Assume that must be there son" Simon said his eyes lighting up. Moham burst out laughing "Simon can you not think of anything else" he said. Simon smiled "You know me Moham!" he said as the limousine passed the gates on to the main road. Exiting from the limousines the 10 or so people congregated Harry avoiding Simon much as possible stood on his own whilst Adam and Moham chatted to the other guests, no one made any mention of Conrad but Simon was frequently looking around to check if he turned up. Conrad left home and noticed the removal van in the driveway of number 3, there was no one around when he walked past so Conrad continued on his way. He arrived just as the coffin was being carried out of the church to the graveyard, he waited out of sight from the group now congregating around the grave. Conrad recognised the Arab guy and there walking behind him with a tallish very attractive guy was Harry, his heart felt like it sank in his chest seeing him again. Harry looked very smart in his black suit and Conrad couldn't work out why he would be travelling with the Arab man, surely Harry didn't know Jack so why would he be here. He waited patiently and watched the coffin being lowered wiping his eyes, Simon took a handful of dirt from the pot and dropped it on the coffin now hidden from view. He watched Harry watching Adam and Moham grabbing some dirt and letting it fall on to the coffin, they stood silently for a moment. Conrad blinked back more tears and watched the group slowly turn and head back to the church, Simon stood there alone for a moment. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Simon and wanted to go over and hug him, to make everything alright. Simon turned and walked slowly back towards the church, Conrad stepped out and walked over feeling the cold February wind against his face. He stood and looked down in to the grave at the beautiful white coffin, he couldn't hold back anymore and stood with his head in his hands sobbing trying to keep the noise down. Simon and the group came out of the church and started heading back towards the limousines, he took a look over at the grave and saw the lonely figure with his head in his hands crying. A tear trickled down Simon's face seeing Conrad so heartbroken. "Go ahead guys" Simon said quickly wiping his eyes and holding back. Harry turned to look "Conrad" he muttered quietly. Moham held him back "Let Simon go an talk to him please Harry" he said holding Harry's arms Adam looked at the back of Conrad "My god he looks devastated". "He knew Jack from 7 years old apparently, Simon told me they had a very close friendship" Moham said. Simon stopped few meters away hearing Conrad talking to Jack 'I will never forget you Jack, you showed me so many wonderful things and made me fall in love with plants and you in a way. Who would have thought the 7 year old me would end up being your friend, certainly not either of us I think. I wanted something to remember you by so I will get that scorpion tattoo you have on your arm done on mine, it is the right thing to do as it will remind me of the pain you have put me through this week' Conrad stopped and wiped his eyes that seemed to stream constantly. He cleared his throat 'Oh I brought you something I hope you will like it' Conrad took out thirteen hibiscus petals 'one petal for every year I knew you' he dropped them in one by one sobbing quietly again. Conrad pulled one hibiscus flower out of his pocket 'This to remind you where it all began, I picked it from the front gate of the manor but don't tell Simon' he dropped the flower in to the grave. Conrad knew this was his final farewell and he was getting so overwhelmed with grief, he fell to his knees and sobbed. Simon heartbroken by what he saw rushed forward. "Come on Conrad" Simon said helping him up wiping his own eyes "Jack would have loved that". Conrad turned to Simon and hugged him "I miss him Simon" he said breaking down again "my god I miss him". "I'm so sorry Conrad" Simon held him tighter "I know how much you meant to each other" Conrad nodded "I'm sorry for leaving you like that on Sunday" he said sniffing. "Doesn't matter Conrad, come back to the manor" Simon suggested. Conrad shook his head "No I don't think so I am a mess" he replied. Simon held Conrad back in his arms "I need you to come back with me Conrad" he said looking at him. "Its awkward" Conrad simply replied. "Ah" Simon said looking over at Harry "things are only awkward if you make them awkward Conrad". Conrad wiped his eyes "Yeah but I don't think Harry would see it that way" he said. Simon shook his head "It is not about Harry today, that is his problem to deal with" he said. "No" Conrad said "I want to stay here a while, talk to Jack and say good bye". They hugged allowing themselves a few minutes to grieve together in private holding hands, Simon seeing this as a little thawing between them. Harry stood by the limousine watching them whilst Moham and Adam watched Harry noticing how besotted he was and unable to take his eyes off Conrad. Adam finally got a view of Conrad, he was young and very attractive albeit full of sadness, Adam wiped Harry's face and kissed him on the cheek. Harry was beginning to get upset himself and would have loved nothing more than to go over and comfort Conrad, the reality was both of their encounters had not been overly friendly. "Okay so now I understand" Adam said putting his arm around Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at him "Understand what?" he asked. Adam nodded towards Conrad "Why don't you go over and say hello" he suggested. Harry shook his head "No, things never seem to go well when we meet" he said getting in to the limousine. Harry looked out the limousines window at Simon who was walking back alone, Conrad sat on one the chairs provided and stared in to the grave shutting the world out. Adam looked at Moham who looked at Simon who smiled briefly. "You alright Simon?" Moham asked looking concerned. "No" Simon replied looking back at Conrad "I am worried about Conrad it has hit him badly I don't know what to do for him". "Is he coming back to the manor?" Moham asked, Simon shook his head glancing back at Conrad again. "You two go with Harry in the limo" Adam said "let me go speak with him see if I can bring him around". "Good luck trying that" Simon said walking towards the limousine "he doesn't like me much at the moment". Adam walked over and sat next to him "So you knew Jack then?" he asked Conrad staring at the coffin. Conrad nodded "I knew every nook and cranny of his body" Adam said "I guess you would have been 11 at the time". "I never saw you" Conrad said raising his head looking at Adam "he never spoke of anyone else". Adam smiled "No he wouldn't have, but he spoke of you constantly, the budding flower he called you". Conrad smiled for once "So many times he would rape me in the greenhouse" Adam said lovingly. Conrad chuckled "You as well" he said "I'm Conrad" he held out his hand and Adam took it. "Adam" he replied smiling at Conrad "It was your 16th birthday when he immortalised you" Adam said. "Sorry?" Conrad asked looking confused by his statement. Adam smiled "He had a flower tattooed on his arm with your initial" he told Conrad "next to mine with cupid". Conrad got his phone out and looked at the picture he took "Oh my god" he said noticing it again. Exactly how Adam described it there it was "I was with him the day he got it done" Adam said. "Were you in love with each other?" Conrad asked. Adam smiled "God yes but we are chalk and cheese and it would never have worked living together" he said. "Oh I see" Conrad said then chuckled again "he liked it rough, weirdly it was very passionate". Adam smiled and lifted his jacket sleeve to show his wrist "You have the J and cupid tattooed" Conrad said. "Yes" Adam replied pulling his sleeve down "you should get the J and flower tattooed" he suggested. Conrad nodded "Thank you for showing me that and yes I will along with scorpion I liked" he said. Adam smiled "That dam scorpion he loved that tattoo. How about we get it done together?" he asked. "Yes" Conrad said immediately "my parents will freak out but I need to do it". Adam put his arm around Conrad and kissed him on the cheek "Come back to the manor with me". Conrad shook his head "No I can't" he replied thinking of Harry. "Yes you can" Adam said standing up "Harry is quite upset seeing you like this". Conrad stood up "I know when I am beaten" he said looking at the coffin "see you in a month". Conrad wiped his eyes and Adam put his arms around him shedding a few tears "Bye my lover" Adam said. Adam walked with his arm around Conrad and sat him in the limousine for the short drive back to Hibiscus Manor. Conrad sat in silence lost in his own thoughts holding Adam's hand providing much comfort that he needed right now. He had no idea what to say to Harry or even if he wanted to talk to him. Slowly he walked through the doors in to the library that doubled up as a formal room and one that he had never see before. Simon smiled seeing Conrad walk in with Adam and picked up a glass for champagne for them both, he briefly caught Harry's eye having to look away for fear of another embarrassing episode with him. Simon tapped his glass and the rest of the group stopped talking and looked towards Simon 'Gentlemen, it has been one of the hardest few weeks I have had to endure and I know how fond of Jack many of you were. I thought I was prepared for this eventuality but I learned that no matter what love you had your heart breaks you in pieces. Some more so and I speak of the two people who meant the world to Jack. Adam who sneaked in to the greenhouse when he thought no one was looking and always returned looking like he had been dragged through a bush after, he was the only person Jack ever considered a lover. Secondly 13 years ago Jack found a renewed love for life when an annoying 7 year old got his hands dirty one Saturday helping Jack at the gates of the manor. Sneaking him in to the grounds behind my back, Conrad grew up and found a passion for horticulture that Jack helped nurture and taught him everything that he knew. Jack found a very real companion and friend in Conrad who today is now a stunning 20 year old man, despite his young age he turned out to be a very loyal friend. Jack often referred to him as his annoying adopted kid when he wouldn't shut up talking but also a budding flower when he was talking about Conrad which was constantly. I owe Conrad so much and he was here with me at Jack's passing. I know the next few weeks or months are going to be hard for some of us but Jack being Jack would have put a beer on the table and told us to get over it. To Jack who has found his peace'. Everyone raised their glasses and toasted Jack. Conrad slipped out of the room finding it unbearable and stood out in the damp cold air on the terrace overlooking the gardens, he found a little peace expecting this to be the last time he would ever see the gardens. Conrad turned hearing the study door open and Simon stepping out walking in his direction, he didn't say anything at first just kissed Conrad on the cheek. "Beautiful speech" Conrad said looking out over the gardens. "Thanks" Simon replied "almost forgotten how to make one" he chuckled. Simon put his arm around Conrad's shoulder "Adam told you about the tattoo I gather?" he asked. Conrad nodded "Why didn't you say anything?" he asked. "Didn't want to upset you Conrad" Simon replied "failed miserably at that" he stated taking a deep breath. Conrad looked out over the gardens "I still expect to see him popping up out of a flowerbed". "Yes I know I feel the same. I am here if you need a shoulder Conrad" Simon said sympathetically. Conrad smiled "The ever so elusive rich man" he chuckled "thank you". Simon smiled and looked at him "I hope that tattoo Jack had proved how much he thought of you". "Yes" he replied "and the scorpion tattoo what does that really mean?" Conrad asked looking at him. Simon glanced at Conrad "Partly his devious side and partly me" he replied. Conrad nodded and kissed Simon on the cheek "I shall miss this place" he said sighing. "Why?" Simon asked "you thinking of leaving Hibiscus Drive?". Conrad shrugged his shoulders "Well with Jack gone there is no reason to come here anymore". Simon smiled and looked at him "You better think again Conrad, you have to take over the gardens?" he said. Conrad looked at him "No I don't think it would be good idea" he replied. "Please Conrad you know how to look after the gardens and I trust you" Simon said looking him in the eye. Conrad shrugged his shoulders "I don't come cheap" he said wiping his eyes trying to make a joke. Simon hugged him "Yeah so I heard" he said chuckling fending off Conrad's play punches. "God does everyone know?" Conrad said laughing "one time" he said "one time". Simon laughed then went serious "I will pay you what I paid Jack £50k a year" he told Conrad. Conrad looked shocked "Okay but don't expect me to take over everything Jack did!" he smirked. "Agreed" Simon replied "what if I pay you?" he said laughing and walking off quickly. Conrad laughed and stepped off the terrace to take a walk around the gardens, he felt much happier walking amongst Jack's legacy, he was also starting to find himself at ease after the trauma of the week. Adam kept a careful eye on Conrad watching his chat with Simon, when he stepped off he terrace Adam walked over to Harry and whispered in his ear. Harry put his glass down and slipped out of the room on to the terrace spotting Conrad going behind one of the flowerbeds heading in the direction of the greenhouse. Slightly afraid of what Conrad might think he took baby steps and walked around the numerous flowerbeds until he spotted Conrad bending down pulling up a weed. He gulped unsure exactly what he was going to say or do now he was here standing several meters away from him. Conrad felt a presence behind him and turned around to see Harry standing there. Harry looked nervous "How is your cheek now?" he stuttered slightly. Conrad just looked at him "You stood me up and owe me a drink" Harry said trying to be light hearted. "I never stood you up Harry, you assumed I would be there" Conrad replied "I saw you here that weekend". "I know" Harry replied "I asked Moham to go back but he had some work in London". "I don't understand that message you sent me either" Conrad tried to explain. Harry looked down "I have tried to forget about you but I can't" he said with a sadness in his voice. Conrad stepped closer to Harry "What is it you want from me Harry?" he asked. "You don't get it do you" Harry replied staring at him "I fell in love with you that day I punched you". Conrad shook his head in bewilderment "Why?" he asked. "Conrad if I knew that I could put a stop to it" Harry replied "tell me if you want me to go". Conrad stood his heart racing "I..." he stopped talking confused by everything going on. Harry grabbed hold of Conrad and kissed him "Tell me you don't feel anything" he asked looking in his eyes. "I can't do this" Conrad said pushing him away "it frightens me, you frighten me" he said looking at Harry. Harry turned to walk away angry at himself opening up to him "Wait" Conrad called after him. Harry stopped "No Conrad, this gets harder every time and you keep rejecting me" he said walking off. Conrad screamed and walked off angry at himself more than anything at his own failing to commit to one simple thing. Adam watched from the window and shook his head, Moham patted him on the shoulder indicating they should leave before things really blew up between Harry and Conrad. "I just don't get it Moham" Adam said "they are both crazy for each other but can't see it". Moham looked at Adam "I am the last person to give advice on this sort of thing" he admitted chuckling. Harry stormed in a sat in a chair wiping his eyes "Come on Harry" Adam said "we are leaving". Conrad watched them walk across the lawn with Simon until the helicopter took off. Simon stood for a moment then headed towards the greenhouse where Conrad stood like he was cowering behind the bush. He put his arm around Conrad and took him up to the manor, darkness was filling the sky and Conrad leaned in closer to Simon who responded with a comforting squeeze. "Do you feel like eating?" he asked Conrad quietly. Conrad shook his head "Not really" he replied still watching the lights of the helicopter fading. "Harry is crazy about you Conrad" Simon said in quiet voice "and I see you are not far off either". Conrad nodded "I know Simon, that is what frightens me to admit the whole thing" he said. "Commitment is hard Conrad no one can tell you it is easy" Simon explained "you have to want it". Simon was feeling the cold "Come on lets go inside" he suggested. Conrad looked at him for a moment in silence "Can I stay the night with you?" he tentatively asked. Simon looked shocked initially and stared at him "Yes of course you can" he replied. Conrad smirked "I am hoping you will take advantage of me" he said almost teasing Simon. "You have to be kidding me!" Simon said looking at him like he was crazy then chuckled "like I need asking twice" he said. Simon made a pretence of wanting to hug Conrad, putting his arms low around Conrad's body and pulling him off his feet and flinging the unsuspecting lad over his shoulder carrying him inside and up the staircase to the master bedroom. Closing the doors with one hand he moved over to the bed dropping Conrad roughly. Using his feet Conrad kicked his shoes off and started undoing his trousers watching Simon who was already half naked throwing his clothes on the floor. Simon leant down and yanked Conrad's trousers and under wear off whilst he undid his shirt, his heart racing in anticipation watching Simon rubbing his already erect cock. Conrad looked up "Go easy with me" he said kneeling up on the bed. Simon pushed Conrad down on to his back again "Not a chance, you are in my bedroom, my rules". He squealed in excitement being aggressively twisted over on to his stomach, the weight of Simon bore down on him immediately followed by the sharp pain reeling through his arse. Simon penetrated his arse in one swoop and started ramming in and out with a purpose. Conrad cried out in agony at first his legs and arms pinned to the bed by Simon and his arse pushing up when Simon ground his cock jabbing away at his insides. His mouth telling him to stop, his arse telling him to continue. Simon pulled Conrad up to knees and leaning across the young body he slipped his arm around Conrad's waist holding him on his cock. Simon took a pleasurable moment holding Conrad's hips and looking down and whiteness of his arse stretched open around his cock. Pulling all the way out he watched the hole close up almost immediately twitch as the muscles relaxed. Slowly nudging his cock up against Conrad's hole again he delicately and slowly pushed forward watching the hole stretch lovingly around the head of his cock then pulling out again watching it close. Pushing forward again slowly Conrad gasped and moaned from the teasing his hole was undergoing, Simon repositioned his hands and thrusted forward with speed slamming the entire length in to Conrad's body, his hands holding Conrad's hips in place. Pulling all the way out he watched the hole shrink twitching all the while it closed up. Simon smiled at the perfect sight 'God I love your arse' he said slamming his cock back in watching his back arch up in pleasure. He leaned over Conrad's body and secured his arm around the waist holding him in place. His arse ground back on Simon's cock in defeat, he kissed Conrad on the neck and slowly fucked him for nearly two hours, switching positions and locations in the bedroom. His arse never more than ten seconds without Simon's cock inside him, he had Conrad in his arms standing up and facing him, legs wrapped around his waist. Simon's hands clasped under his buttocks lifting them up and down on his cock. Their mouths locked together in a deep kiss. Simon lowered him down on the bed keeping hold of Conrad he penetrated deep and furiously fucked him, his body tensed pushing deeper and holding Conrad tighter. Simon gasped and grunted loud and hard releasing days of pent up toxic laden seed in to Conrad's arse, streaming from his cock in thick ribbons each one pushing the previous one deeper. Under him Conrad closed his eyes feeling Simon's orgasm through his entire body with dutiful force behind it, no deviousness, no trickery, it was a clean and clear breeding that he felt Simon needed. He looked down and kissed Conrad gently massaging the seed deeper inside him. His legs closing around Simon's waist locking him in position, his heels pushing in to Simon's lower back driving his cock deeper. Conrad felt a drop land on his cheek and it a took a moment to realise it was a tear from Simon, he kissed and held him tightly around the neck hugging him. "Are you okay?" Conrad asked stroking his neck. Simon pulled himself up "Yes" he said looking sad "it reminded me so much of Jack he use to do the exact same thing". Conrad sat up "Do what?" he asked looking questionably at him. Simon smiled "Put his legs around me and dig his heels in holding he deep inside". Conrad laid back down and stroked his own chest watching Simon "I'm not going to replace him" he said. "No one can replace Jack" Simon replied running his hand along Conrad's leg "Thank you I needed this". Conrad looked up at Simon "I still don't forgive you though for what you did" he said. Conrad reached up and pulled Simon back on to the bed entwinning themselves together kissing and caressing each other, falling asleep just after 4am. They lost count after the fifth time fucking with Conrad unable to fathom out how Simon could just keep going like a cum producing machine, their bodies exhausted Conrad laid in Simon's arms resting peacefully.

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

Kenny#5 I was so thirsty that I grabbed a glass and began chugging my drink. It tasted like Vodka and Gatorade. Javier said since I finished my drink first I could have the first toke of his pipe. Luis said something to Javier in spanish and Javier told me to fuck Luis. Luis wanted my seed. I thought kinda fuzzily as I entered Luis hole that seed was a funny way to describe cum. As I was sliding in and out Javier put the pipe to my lips and said, "suck on that glass dick baby, draw it deep into your chest" Moreno began pinching my nipples and nibbling them as Kenny wriggled under Luis and pulled my balls down into his mouth as I was moving in and out of Luis ass. It was exquisite, pain, pleasure and ohhhhh as I held the smoke and it began to exit my nose and mouth.....I felt SOOOOO GOOOOD. Like superman. I felt lie I could fuck for a year. My senses went on overdrive as they all pulled and pinched and Moreno slid into my hole. I felt as if I was watching myself from above and loving being loved that way. I looked into Javiers eyes as my body floated on a sea of pleasure. He smiled and patted my head and said, "Yes baby, I'm going to make you feel this good from now on. You love dick my sexy boy" and he fired up his glass pipe and put it between my lips and whispered "suck it in faggot, take big drag and hold it for Javier". I held it and held it and as the power rose within me....I bucked and fucked and bellowed as my cock erupted in Luis and Moreno erupted in me....and I floated above the sexy scene and floated away on a cloud of pleasure.

About an hour ago. I went to the local ABS to pick up a bottle of poppers. I was so horny though and decided to go to the back for some GH fun. It didn't seem too busy but I decided to buy some tokens and at least J/O a load. While I was watching a fuck flick, I was sitting naked and stroking my cock. The door to the other side of my booth opened and I saw someone step inside. He put some tokens in and was watching movies and motioned for me to stick my cock through. Great! Mayble I'll get a BJ at least. He started stroking my cock and rubbing my balls. I wanted ass or mouth. This was not what I wanted. I bent down and put my hand through the hole ( it was fairly large) and played with his cock which was out and his pants were partially down as well. I reached under his balls and fingered his ass. He got the message and soon his ass was pressed back against the hole. I rubbed my cock up and down his crack and found his hole. I pushed inside. It was kinda tight but felt warm and slippery. I'm sure I had lots of pre-cum because soon I was sliding inside and out. He was moaning kinda loudly and I kept pounding his hole. Soon enough I shot a big load deep inside his asshole. He mumbled thanks and pulled his pants up and was gone. I got dressed and came out of the booth. A couple guys nodded and smiled as I left. It felt so good to get some ass. It's been a few weeks since I fucked and I was really in need. I need more!

I am so stoked to read so many guys are like me and love being loose or seeing loose holes like mine. My ass is a nice long gash where a small hole used to be and I get a sex high every time a guy lubes up his hand and is amazed he can slide his paw in me in under 60 seconds. an't wait til I am so loose that 2 hands can do that. Love being lft gaping and sloppy from a live of guys fucking and fisting my ass cavern and the feeling never gets old.

I swallowed a big load of cum this morning and my chest feels like it's glowing. It's like the contentment is radiating off me right now. 💞

Wonder if I’ve bred or fisted you?

I find it a massive turn on and would love a free for all with photos. I usually let people know I don’t personally mind. I’ve found most people are cagier about identifiable photos though, for the reasons already mentioned. Most guys I’ve partied with don’t mind body shots and usually people just take them tbh. Having said that, I don’t have my face photo on here, so make of that what you will!

FFuck now you have my hole twitching.......

I have always prided myself that i can take huge cocks and large toys. A nice forearm in my ass is heaven to feel and see. But i still manage to control my sphincter during the fucking in order milk all the sexy juices from my tops big hose. Would love to see if you could turn me into that “never too loose hoe” you enjoy.

@HornyLatinoLB - Your question asks: What’s ‘wrong’ with me. That question contains a built-in value judgment. The choice to accept the value it imposes on your life is yours, and yours alone. Only you can decide for yourself whether monogamy is a moral and ethical imperative. Only you can decide what the definition of ‘loyalty’ means in your life and relationships. Only you can decide the nature and quality of the relationships that seem real and true to your heart and sense of self. Most importantly, only you can decide how best to be true to the person you are meant to be. Each of us finds paths in life that call us to explore them, some very strongly, some so strongly that we know that if we don’t heed that call we’ll live with regret. Sometimes there are questions about ourselves that simply demand to be answered. Maybe this is such a path for you, or such a question. Many of us on this site, like myself, have asked ourselves the same kind of question you ask here. Nothing in my life would point to my becoming a man who would surrender his body to frequent, repeated sexual defilement by other men for their base pleasures - no one except perhaps the most perceptive of Tops, the kind who just somehow know, would ever guess that I’m fucked frequently by dozens of men I don’t know, many of whom I never even see. But I am. And in my heart, there’s nothing wrong with me.

Man that was.... the most powerfully written chapter of a story I have read of yours BBM on here. Very emotionally raw in feeling and made me tear up several times. Had to stop reading a few times I’m not scared to admit. The more I read the more I was sucked into the emotional heart wrenching scene you crafted.

Curfew dodging tops. Its awesome what young gym boys will do now days for a bit of attention, I had been up all night and no one even remotely looked like they were up for breaking curfew and coming to fuck, around 2am a young muscle boy messaged me and says he’s keen to fuck but his mate is totally straight and wants to watch.. I was a little suspect...not up for being robbed, and I think he was a little shocked when they got here ...think they expected an older lookin guy... anyway...I had some nasty group porn on tv and the main guy told me to just kneel n blow him while he gets hard... both of us were hitting the amyl and soon enough he found my ass, already lubed up he didn’t even ask about rubbers...thinks he’s a bit of a tough guy, tryin to slam fuck but not getting a rhythm goin...all the while his buddy (who is way hotter ) is sitting on a side table watching the tv...hand on cock...so I work my way around to face him...I think muscle boy is tryin to get his attention...so I slowly drop my head just in front of his cock and give him the eye, sure enough before long I’m getting spit roasted by two 20 something gym rats, after a few minutes of that first guy moans loud n buries his bone deep, assuming he just cum, he try’s to get his buddy to swap... The second (straight guy) jumps up and fumbles with his dick and shoves it straight in my ass, lubed from the last load he is much bigger ad more coordinated than his buddy...the next half hour he just pushes my head down and pounds away till he suddenly slammed in, stopped..,grunted a few times and just lay on top of me... first load(s) I have had in weeks and they did not disappoint...first guy was already heading out the door but the straight one asked if he could piss before he goes, I told him where the bathroom was...he shoved me onto the bed and pulled out his cock, he was trying to stick it back in mass but was goin soft so he just pissed over my ass, back and legs... I highly doubt it but if yr reading this boys, call me for round two.

Sorry for posting part 5 twice, and sorry again for such a long part 6. I wrote it in 2 very separate occasions, so it came out huge. Part 6 I couldn’t believe how fast this fuck den is getting filled up. Days after Brent showed up, he had a genius idea. “Hire” escorts from advertisements to work for us full-time. Since he was working on getting Johns for Faggot, it would reduce the competition and bring the money to us. After talking to this gorgeous Latino party twink named Johnny for a few days, he decided it was a good idea to bring him over. Johnny was a 19 year-old bag-chaser and a street whore who found a different man to stay with every night if he could. He’d been on the streets for over 2 days straight now. The boy wanted $200 for his time, but of course, we had no intention of paying him. On a Tuesday night at 2 AM, Johnny showed up in ripped jeans, kicks, and a V-neck. Brent and I had ski masks on just in case. When he rang the bell, Brent opened the door, and the second he was inside, I grabbed the boy and wrestled him onto my mattress of a bed. “What the fuck! What the fuck are you guys doing?” Johnny yelled, but there was no way he could resist against my giant muscular build. I was a lot taller than his 5’8” frame and my rock-solid arms were as thick as his legs. Brent wasted no time jumping onto the bed to tie his arms and legs together while I held him down. When he was fully restrained, we gagged him with a sock. “Turn off his phone and throw it away,” I ordered. Brent pulled out the kid’s phone and did just that, but he didn’t stop there. He went through his wallet and took out all $6 of cash he had in there and flipped through the pockets for any drugs. He learned fast. Johnny kept trying to struggle, but I pinned him under my body weight even with his bonds. “Prep the point,” I instructed. Brent wasted no time. We had one ready already, a good .35 for the little guy. Enough to send him flying, not enough to kill him. I took a belt and tied it hard around Johnny’s arm, and he suddenly stopped resisting. That’s right – he knew it was Tina and he wanted it. “If you wanna live, don’t move an inch,” I growled into his ear. Brent came up next to him, found a puffy vein, and stuck the needle in. He pulled up a flash of red and then slowly, slowly, slowly… I watched my protégé drug our new property expertly. I had him practice on Faggot a couple times when we had Johns lined up. I ripped the sock from the boy’s mouth to let him cough it out as he spun into a new dimension. His eyes darted around in every direction and he trembled violently underneath me. Without giving him a chance to recover, we took him to the Cave. The two of us carried him together in our arms like a piece of furniture. Johnny’s tweaked eyes bulged even wider in surprise when he saw Faggot on his stomach with his ass in the air being plowed by a huge black guy built like a bodybuilder. He looked like he was over twice Faggot’s size, and his dick was so big it looked almost unnatural going in and out of the boy’s tiny body. Faggot was screaming through the sock in his mouth. The black man looked at us briefly as we entered and then resumed as if we weren’t even there. The mattress in the room wasn’t big enough for all of us, so Johnny was gonna get the floor. We weren’t going to risk this boy biting our dicks. I crawled underneath him and placed him on top of my dick, lining it up against his smooth hole. Brent untied his feet and opened up his ankles so that he could slide down on my dick. He took a rag, poured some poppers on it, then shoved it in Johnny’s face, holding it there for a few seconds while I lowered him all the way down. Then, without mercy, I started pumping up into him. The tweaked little whore was so fucked up he was clearly enjoying it immensely, having completely forgotten the situation he was in. The black john looked over, clearly turned on, picking up his pace as he saw how hard I was fucking the little Latino twink. Now it was Brent’s turn. I slowed down my pace as he greased up his cock and lined it up to his hole. Johnny tried to kick around in alarm, but Brent held his legs hard. More poppers to his face, then when he removed it, Brent spat hard in his face and squeezed his dick into that little hole. It was tight, but it plopped in, and fuck it felt amazing. Since he had the direct angle, I let Brent pump him hard. Johnny howled at first but it turned into pleasure so quickly. At this point, the black john was in heat and started bucking wildly in Faggot, who was howling between breaths. The room resonated with the sounds of both boys just moaning and screaming as they were getting fucked. Brent leaned in, teasing our new boy with a possible kiss before giving him a wet lick. “You like those 2 cocks in you, fucking piece of shit?” Johnny simply moaned, “Yeahh~h!” He was coming down from his slam and riding out into a smooth dizzying high from both the tina and the poppers. He must’ve been in euphoria because it seems like he even forgot what was happening to him. That’s right; he had just come to an elusive backdoor den in the poor part of Philly by himself to meet a john and ended up being kidnapped, drugged, and raped. He barely even noticed Faggot and the black hulk enjoying him just a few feet away, and they sure barely noticed us. Brent beamed. “I’m gonna take that little hole now, alright? This is gonna hurt,” he said with a sadistic smile. Johnny whimpered in acceptance. Wow. Brent and I made eye contact and I beamed with approval. Just the other day I didn’t wanna put up with another mouth to feed and here I am like a proud father with my dick squeezed next to his in the same hole. I made sure to stay still so that Brent had full range of motion and control. After giving Johnny one tender kiss to prepare him, Brent pulled his face away and started thrusting his pelvis. He climbed up into a squat position and leaned forward so he could get in at that angle while my cock was lodged below. One hand clutching Johnny’s sweat-soaked hair and the other roughly grabbing a handful of the twink’s small pec. Brent grunted once loudly as he began to buck. His cock went in directly horizontal and hard. I felt it against my cock and I know it did not curve with the shape of the boy’s insides. Instead, it just rammed against the soft flesh walls without regard, stabbing it like a knife without any regard for where the blows land. All Brent knew was that it felt good. “AHHH!!!” Johnny cried out. “AHHHHH!” His face twisted with pain and shock, which in normal circumstances would make a top hesitate. In my house, though, things work out differently. Even more aroused by Johnny’s tortured expression, Brent’s face lit up like a little boy discovering a new toy he got for Christmas. His response was to whip his hand from the boy’s chest to his throat and slapping him several times across the face. “SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!” he barked, then fucked him harder and faster. He knew that thrusting in and beating up the flesh inside at that angle was what was causing the pain, but he just did it deeper, harder, and faster. He only made sure not to pull out too much in order to stay in the hole. Of course, this made it impossible for Johnny to shut up. In fact, he screamed. “SHUT UP!” we roared in unison. I jammed my fingers down Johnny’s throat from behind with one hand and just covered the lower half of my face the best I could with my other hand. His screams turned into loud but muffled gargles, which were all he could manage with my fingers down his throat and Brent’s hand around his neck. “SHUT UP! I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!” “IF YOU DON’T SHUT THE FUCK UP I’M GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! JUST TAKE THOSE DICKS, THAT’S ALL YOU’RE GOOD FOR!” Brent roared. Johnny tried to quiet his gargle to a faint whimper as his hole started getting used to Brent’s pounding. He still squealed every time Brent thrust in all the way – it’s fucking impossible not to. Even if his body was learning to accept it, pain is pain, and Brent’s onslaught was like a battering ram refusing to quit. “What did I say, bitch?” he growled as Johnny winced after a particular thrust. He loosened his grip around the boy’s neck to give him breath and a moment of relief. My fingers were still jammed down his throat so he couldn’t speak. He just gargled in response, and Brent spat in his eye. “I said to SHUT UP! WHY ARE YOU STILL SQUEALING LIKE A FUCKING BITCH?” “Awww, the slut can’t help screaming because we’re hurting him. Is that right, baby?” I whispered in Johnny’s ear, hiding my sinister glee with feigned concern and affection. “Does it hurt, baby?” Johnny nodded, tears and snot down his eyes now from having gagged on my fingers for so long. His body was in overdrive from the choking, the smacking, the gagging, the hair-pulling, and the rough double fucking. The black man on the mattress had moved Faggot around and forced him to watch Johnny. Faggot was moaning loudly through his sock gag, but his eyes were glazed over and he just watched the scene with tweaked focus. Realizing that he was putting on a show, Brent decided to go all out. With both strong hands grasped around Johnny’s throat as he gasped for air, Brent lunged forward and started slobbering and nibbling all over Johnny’s face, ears, jaw, and chin. I could smell the heavy familiar scent of the Marlboro Reds Brent smoked constantly from the globs of spit now coating and dribbling on Johnny’s face. Struggling even to breathe, Johnny was completely incapable of even verbally reacting to Brent licking and slobbering over him like a wild rabid dog. After a few seconds, Brent released Johnny’s neck and he gasped one big breath of air before getting a hard slap across the face from Brent. I looked over at Faggot. My beautiful blond beach boy who not long ago was on that same mattress making out with me. Just this morning, he woke up with me alone wrapped around him, holding him in my arms. Now, it’s deep in the middle of the night and it was clear I wasn’t going to be spending the night with him tonight. We looked deep into each other’s eyes, and his gaze was full of want and jealousy. While a stranger hurt his raw pussy, I was hurting him by forcing him to watch me have amazing sex with some random slut and not even giving him the time of day while I let this thug tear his sweet little cunt with his raw BBC. I smirked and started pumping upwards and curving back into Johnny’s hole. I kept eye contact with Faggot for a while until I started getting close from all the friction my dick was getting from both Brent’s dick and Johnny’s pussy walls. Then I looked away as my eyes rolled back into my head as I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I grabbed a fistful of Johnny’s hair and pulled his head back. Suddenly all my attention went to Johnny as I neared climax. Everyone knew I was about to cum. My body couldn’t make it more obvious as I groaned loudly with pleasure all of a sudden and my face twisted in depraved pleasure. My whole body bucked and I struggled to ravage Johnny however I could. With my free hand, I clutched Johnny’s throat like it was just an inanimate object, no concern at all for his pain and ability to breathe. The boy gagged feebly, his eyes looking dead and hopeless as he realized he couldn’t avoid or resist the abuse because we weren’t hurting him to punish him; we do it to him because we enjoy it and because we can. Suddenly excited by my manic attempts to hurt the boy, Brent began slapping him in rapid succession with his right hand and grabbed Johnny’s tiny ankle with his left to pull it as wide as possible. His face winced in pain as I egged on, “SLAP HIM HARDER, COME ON! HARDER!” Brent started viciously beating Johnny’s face. I couldn’t see Johnny’s face from the thrashing; I could only see the crazed look on Brent’s face. He was grinning with his mouth because he was having the time of his life, but his eyes were cold and angry. I realized if I choked the boy any longer, he’d be in danger. Luckily for him, a burn of pleasure erupted from my dick and suddenly any moans were drowned out by my explosive, animalistic roar interrupted by my sudden bellowing of, “TAKE MY BABIES UP YOUR STUPID CUNT, FUCKING DIRTY WHORE!” After my dick finished pulsing and I felt the thick warm wetness start to flood the cavities around our dicks, I mellowed down and laid back while Brent did everything as hard as he could. “You’re not done yet, bitch,” he growled, assaulting the poor freshly bred whore who couldn’t even respond to all the roughness anymore. He slapped, he bit, he kissed, he spit, he choked, and he thrust as violently as he could. He was soaked in sweat and panting from how hard of a workout this marathon fuck was – even an athlete would be worn out. Brent refused to let his body stop him though. He was determined to go even harder, his eyes blackening with malice. He was Marino’s son alright. Hell, Marino probably was just like this when he conceived this son of a bitch. Brent’s mom was probably tossed aside like a beaten up rag after Marino was done with her, a gift forcibly deposited in her vagina that would later grow up to an eagerly violent thug. Johnny squealed like a pig at the slaughter, his face covered in red from all the smacking. Drool, snot, and tears leaked from his face everywhere, dangling from his chin. They dripped over a shiny sheen of Brent’s dried spit. He was definitely gonna have some scary-looking hickies and choke marks all over his neck. The whole time, Brent’s dick sliced and punched the boy’s now wet and loose hole, making loud squish sounds as he mashed the boy’s juicy flesh. My now soft dick slipped out, letting Brent have full reign over where his dick struck. Watching Brent has changed how I saw him completely. When he first came here, I thought of him as probably a dumb and naive fuckboy eager to do whatever to live hard and fast. He was so good-looking and still young I even considered turning him into another whore. I never would’ve thought the guy would seamlessly cooperate with the shit that I do, even enthusiastically go above and beyond in this life of sin. He fucked continuously and grunted deeply with each thrust as Johnny started to experience only pleasure in his hole. It was so wet and loose it was like just a flesh pole of pure pleasure plunging in and out of him. The boy was no longer screaming, only softly moaning while he looked lazily at Brent. I recognized this – sometimes after using Faggot too hard at first, he will sink into a state of absolute heaven when I fuck him normally. I was surprised to find I enjoyed his pleasure too. Even though I degrade him so hard, at the end of the day, making him feel good made him love sex. Made him love me. But Johnny was experiencing sex that gave him pure physical bliss without an ounce of passion or intimacy. Unceremoniously, Brent grunted under his breath that he was close. With a couple extra heavy thrusts, he dumped his nut in Johnny, who barely reacted. When he pulled out, he pulled his pants back up and we both stood up to restrain our newly Christened property together. The room was quiet now. Faggot’s john was taking a long break from fucking and now they were making out heatedly, bodies intertwined. Or, rather, it looked like the black man’s body was swallowing up the little smooth body. I casually realized that Faggot is no victim. Of course he’s completely hooked on drugs now and has had no interaction with anyone besides me and random men he will quickly forget, so it was inevitable he’d become attached to me. That, and I fucking know I’m a handsome rugged stud and sexual attraction and love can be confusing, especially for a cracked out and frequently raped little whore like him who knows very little else. I looked over at him, just kissing this man who paid for him like they were passionate lovers. I could tell he didn’t care any more about Johnny’s well-being than we did; he’s practically forgotten Johnny is still here! There wasn’t an ounce of kinship between whores, even though they were in the same situation now. That was good for me. “Nobody’s gonna come looking for you, you fucking faggot,” Brent said, addressing that exact point. “I made sure before meeting you that you haven’t been in touch with your family for a while, remember? You thought I was curious about your personal life? Nah, you chose drugs over them and you’re on your own, remember? But now you’ll have plenty of drugs, and we’re going to take care of you.” We chained him with a leash on the pole right next to Faggot’s. Johnny didn’t resist at all. He was completely limp and breathing staggered breaths, having lost all hope of mercy or rescue immediately in just one hour of sex. He watched Faggot, disinterested, and gently grazed his completely shrunken dick in arousal. It’s all he knew to do. “We gotta give the new boy a name. And a tattoo,” I said. I clapped a hand on Brent’s shoulder, and his demeanor lightened up, now finally interacting with me after having been entirely fixated on using Johnny this whole time. Back to reality, or whatever our version of reality is. “Uh…yeah. Now?” “Better now than any other time. You pick the name since you’re the one who sourced him. You did a fucking fantastic job and I’m gonna make sure I tell your dad what you’ve done.” “How about just call him Cunt?” “Alright, Cunt’s his name,” I said, smiling. Brent smiled back, and we had a brief brotherly moment borne from our promising partnership in crime. “You hear that?” he yelled at Cunt. “Your new name is Cunt and my name doesn’t fucking matter because you will only call me Master or Sir. And this guy who was also inside you just now OWNS you now, got it? You better get started on forgetting your old name, because soon you won’t remember what life was like being you were just Cunt. A worthless cunt to fuck named Cunt. What just happened to you is going to be your daily life now, only there will be other men too. If you want your drugs, you earn it with that body, got it?” Johnny looked up at Brent and spoke for the first time in a long time. “Yes.” SLAP. “YES, WHAT?” “Yes, sir,” Cunt moaned weakly. SLAP. “Good boy,” Brent said. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. While the rest of the world slept, Cunt turned from a one of the most handsome albeit weathered Colombian boys to walk the scene to the sorry unrecognizable mess he is now. A sock dangling half off of one foot, mouth hanging open, eyes vacillating between exhaustion and flashes of wired tweakiness. Fluid everywhere. His carefully gelled hair now stuck up in broken oily patches from where we grabbed it. We wouldn’t show it, but we were just as fucking exhausted as Cunt. It had been a long night of physical exertion. “Where do I sleep tonight? Floor?” Brent asked, clearly hoping it wouldn’t be the case. “We’re both really big dudes. We can’t both fit on your bed. That blond bitch is with a customer for the night, so they’ll be taking the mattress.” “Nah, take the bed. You earned it,” I said with genuine pride. “Where are you gonna sleep, boss?” he asked. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll knock out when there’s an opening somewhere. You did all the work tonight, kid. It’s like you were born for this shit. Sleep as long as you want and don’t worry about me.” Of course, I wasn’t saying all this without any motive. Brent did a quick brush of his teeth and then collapsed on the bed still dressed. He was out in seconds. The Cave was silent, but the mattress squeaking suggested that Faggot was getting fucked again. I snuck in. The two were laying next to each other, the john just casually thrusting into Faggot with his huge cock as he laid with his eyes mostly closed, relaxed. I guess he was determined enough to get his money’s worth that he was going to fuck until he fell asleep. Faggot’s eyes were open a crack, a sliver of his charming blue iris still visible but pretty much lifeless. He was also completely wiped, but he wouldn’t be able to sleep with such a big dick rubbing his insides, even if it wasn’t rough. He was still stunningly beautiful, no matter what sorry state he’s in, but the energetic innocent boy I met on the street corner was almost completely dead and replaced with a shell of a sex toy that only knew pleasure and not even who he was anymore. I wonder how much of his life before being here he’s already forgotten. All I know is this black man whose name I either forgot or never even knew is just going to be one more blurry memory for him that takes him one step farther from boyhood. Now, Cunt. Cute little smooth jaw, clear skin, those boyish eyes and lips. Mindlessly jerking his limp dick watching Faggot and his john, not even realizing that he was looking at his future. According to Brent, he hasn’t spoken to his family in 4 years after they found out about him being gay and his drug addiction. Now, he has a roof over his head at all times. In exchange… ….I ran my fingers up his inner thigh, gently caressing those used and wet red lips. My finger practically fell into his hole. It was greeted instantly by warm cream. Cunt looked up at me, his eyes almost a little hopeful. “Mmm, such a nice pussy baby,” I groaned softly, my face inching closer to his so that he could feel my hot breath against his cheek. He whimpered ever so slightly, “Yeah, Daddy?” “Yeah,” I said, evil grin stretching on my face. It was actually the first thing he said to me directly. Considering a couple hours ago, I threatened his life if he didn’t stay still and let us point him with T and then I raped him and almost choked him out, I was surprised to hear him call me Daddy, a sign that he accepted me. It seemed like he forgot all that trauma and now this tender moment was all that mattered. I gently rubbed my finger all over the insides of that pink hole, churning the cum. My fully-clothed but still overheated body pressing against his naked flesh, which was getting cold on the bare concrete. His tiny hands groped at my tattooed muscles, holding onto me like a newborn baby needing protection. I knew he was happy to have me keep him warm, and no matter how fucked up he was, he knew that it comes at a price. I gently kissed him, really tasting him and slurping him slowly with my tongue, then smooching him softly, our lips both wet and sticky. I didn’t bother to check if Faggot was looking, nor did I give a shit. Right now, I was just happy. Happy to welcome Brent into the family, happy to have an extra body to make money from, and happy that I can enjoy myself while an anonymous man pays me to use my other whore. And Cunt was going to make me happy until morning. My dick was rock hard again. “Take these poppers, baby. Huff until you don’t think you can take them anymore, alright cutie? Daddy’s gonna take care of you, but first I need you to take care of Daddy, OK?” “Yes, Daddy.” Whore. Did you already forget that just now I almost crushed your windpipe from choking you, demanded Brent smack you harder, and rammed my raw cock in you as violently as I could all at the same time? He obeyed and poppered up, 4 deep sniffs in each nostril and I had to cap it for him because he was just spinning. Head lolling side to side, eyes unable to focus on me and unfocusing into the distance, blubbering and slurring his words. “Fffr….Fuck me daddy…Please? I..I want…need dick!” he moaned, suddenly looking desperate. I pulled my finger out and glided my cock in, straight to the balls. “Unhh…. Yeah….yeah…,” he moaned, his face lighting up gently with a soft but tired joy. “You gonna be my little Cunt, baby? Let me do what I want with you baby?” I whispered, kissing the nape of his neck as I pumped him slowly but deeply. All the way out to the tip, then all the way back in to the hilt. And then pulsed and try to squeeze in even just a little more to go deeper. Again and again. And again, but this time I punched it in and he yelped with a mixture of pain, pleasure, and surprise. “Daddy..!” “Daddy’s gonna hurt you now, ok baby? Can you let daddy beat your pussy up some more?” “Yes, Daddy. Please beat up my pussy,” he moaned. He looked up at me with baby dog eyes, and fuck!! That’s how Faggot looks at me when we have sex! These dumb sluts adore me, and it’s so cute it just makes me want to rape them with as much force as I can. My dick is long, and when punch fucking, it goes really deep. I lifted his legs onto my shoulders. I’m gonna go REALLY deep. REALLY hard. I began thrusting savagely into Cunt, quickly wiping the look of adoration in his eyes and replacing it with surprised screams as I hit that painful spot all the way at the end of his canal at bullet speed. “AHH! AHH AHHHHH! Ahh—ahhhAHHH!” Each especially hard thrust elicited a cry of pain. I heard Faggot start to moan from behind me too, and the mattress springs squeaking. I guess I woke up the black man who had slowly drifted off with Faggot, and he just started fucking. Faggot had also passed out from exhaustion and suddenly was jerked awake from being penetrated. I took a peek. “FUCK that Faggot. Your time’s up with him at 8AM so hurry up and fuck the shit out of that dumb slut,” I said. Acknowledging me with a grunt, the black man flipped Faggot onto his stomach, pounced on top of him, and just rammed down into him like a pogo stick. Faggot’s blue eyes flickered with a glow of life as the sudden rough sex was euphoric for his used wet hole. After making sure that Faggot was not going to get off easy today, I turned back to Cunt and gave it my all too. The rougher I pounded, the harder he pounded. From just fast pogo stick fucking to really loud smacks as he shoved the entire thing in hard in deep forceful and almost reckless thrusts. The beautiful blond boy underneath him cried out each time the big black dick hit the end of where it could hit. Wherever it was, it hurt. He was jamming his giant tool straight into the soft walls of his rectum any way he could instead of going up inside the natural direction of his hole. Not wanting Faggot’s moans to be louder than Cunt’s, I got competitive and mean. I didn’t think about trying to give it my all, I just fucked animalistically, which is what I do better than anything else I’ve ever tried. Over 10” of hard bone, even if it’s not thick and his hole is stretched, can do a lot of damage when I just let me feral instincts take over. I don’t even realize how hard I’m going until I suddenly look down at Cunt and he has a perpetual pained look on his face and is howling at a rapid staccato in rhythm with my fucking. His noises were a little deeper than Faggot’s, who sounds exactly like a girl when he screams. Together, the room suddenly exploded in sound of boys getting impaled harder than they were ready for. “I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA BREED THAT FUCKING ASS!” the black man cried behind me. He closed his eyes hard and shoved in extra hard a couple times. Faggot SCREAMED. “AHH! TOO DEEP!!! TOO HARD!” he yelled. He’s taken a lot, but I know with that angle and force, there’s no way the john wouldn’t hurt him. He was probably doing it intentionally to him because his cries of pain aroused him and brought him closer to climax. “Take it ARRRGH!” the black man groaned, thrusting it all the way in and then just throbbing in place. He shuddered on top of Faggot, who was still screaming because the hard throbbing deep in his hole was especially painful. And then the cum shot in even deeper. The man quickly got dressed and left, having already paid me when he came in. Hearing Faggot yell “too hard” for the first time in a long time brought out something in me that I didn’t even know was there. I started pounding Cunt against the wall, just slamming my dick into him so hard it hammered him into the wall behind him. Crushed between me and the wall, he just yowled as I tried to fuck him so hard that my cock would hit the wall itself from inside him. “NNNGH! AYYYYY, AGGH AHH IT HURTS!” Cunt cried. “PLEASE! GENTLER! I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE!” I just ignored him and pretended he didn’t even say anything. I’ve already done so many bad things to this kid that this is just gonna be a drop in the ocean. “PLEASE! AHH! AHH!” he cried. But all I felt was amazing wet fleshy goodness around my dick, and I can’t feel his pain, so I plowed on without mercy. It may have only been a few minutes, but I know to Cunt it probably felt like it was never going to end. Eventually I had another orgasm that rocked my body. We screamed in unison, him from pain, both of us from pleasure. It sent waves of tingles through to my toes and all of a sudden I looked down at the trembling boy underneath me with disgust. Remembering that I kissed the boy before we fucked, I spat on him harshly. “Stupid faggot. Fucking disgusting piece of shit…,” I growled. My dick had softened enough and had lost enough sensitivity so I just ripped it out, crawled over to the mattress, grabbed Faggot and pinned him against me just to have a warm body, and fell asleep with my dick against him, still sticky from Cunt’s nasty creamy hole.

last weekend I was at a busy cruising area. I was bollok naked and hard. I watched a horny lad bent over a tree trunk being fucked hard. After the top finished cumming in his ass I mounted him and was fucking him when two men approached and started commenting - fuck him harder, man you got a beaut ass, one of them gripped my balls and fingered my hole. this made me empty my balls in the lad. one of the 2 men said, stay - bend over the trunk and open ur legs. he was a real bull of a man so I did what he wanted. he likked out my hole, mounted me and shoved his cock balls deep inside me. he rode me ruff and shot his seed deep up my hole. he pulled out and his mate took his place - he was bigger and really opened me up and was riding me hard. by now a group of men was watching me getting seeded. one stood in front of me and ordered me to suck him. he was close so he shot ion my mouth immediately. soon I had several men lining up to cum in my mouth. I shot one load into a lad, took 2 loads up my ass and 5 in my mouth. best night in ages.

As far as I am concerned, the point of PrEP is that it allows me as the bottom to protect myself without having to trust the top to be truthful. I am not being judgmental; most of us will say whatever it takes to get laid. I've certainly downplayed how often I take loads to tops who were skittish.

Hey I have enjoyed this site for some time. I admit I have this fetish and always wanted to write a story about it. IRL I am fairly straight acting and rarely pursue anything risky. With that said, there are sometimes when I want to throw caution to the wind, at least in my fantasy life! This is my first story attempt so please bear with me. Let me know if it's worth continuing. Also, note this is a complete work of FICTION. I do not condone unethical behavior or unsafe behavior of any sort. Be kind to each other and be safe. Get tested. This story cannot be reposted elsewhere. OBLIVION, PART I They called it The Boom. After three years, 200 million cases, 3 failed vaccines and 9.5 million global deaths from COVID, the world finally sloughed off its death shroud and began to breathe free again in the year 2023. And Jimmy Jackson wanted to get laid. As he packed up his shiny new Ryzen laptop in his particularly ostentatious office on a summer solstice day, he trembled a bit with excitement. Jimmy was going to be naughty. After being holed up for three years, in quarantine, with two kids, a blonde, bland wife who had lost all interest in sex, in a world where he saw everyone else doing wrong when he was doing the right thing, he was finally going to break bad. He loved his new job at his new company, and Jimmy thought these life changes in a new world of hope — no, scratch that, a world returning back to its old idiocy, except with fewer idiots — meant a new mindset. After so many years of playing a role he was going to break free. His role had been one of pursuit of the ultimate suburban life, the American dream with a dose of post-racial kumbaya and pull yourself up with your own bootstraps fable-making. He was a handsome black man, 45 years old but who could definitely pass for 15 years younger, a shiny bald Blair Underwood, about 5’ 9”, still in shape but with a dad bod struggling to make itself known. He did have a gorgeous wife, Liz, who when young reveled in being the rebel for marrying “outside her race” but the trappings of the country club, the binds of the baubles, ladies’ socials and pre-menopause sucked the life out of her. Jimmy could barely count on a blowjob every couple of years after Liz downed a bottle of gin, a boozy, sad affair that Jimmy would rather do without. So as he made his way through highway rush hour traffic in Raccoon City, the sun still high in the sky at 7 PM in the evening, Jimmy thought about getting some cock. He had thought about it for decades. Sure, he tried a couple of times to act on it, but he was sure the whole “gay” thing was just nervousness around women, or just a phase. There was the professor in college who invite him over, and Jimmy touched another penis for the first time, and felt another man’s touch. The professor - a kindly man who taught in the engineering department — took Jimmy’s 18 year old cock in his mouth. Jimmy remembered the stubble of the prof’s face against his hairless stomach. The contrast — pasty white academic, strong, virile black youth — was striking. The professor sucked Jimmy’s 8 inch brown and smooth cock until Jimmy felt something rise in him he had never felt before. Jimmy’s cock exploded in the professor’s mouth a flood of candied honey cum, and the older man drank it down. It was the most intense feeling, as if his soul had left his body as his sugary spunk flowed down the gray haired prof’s throat. The professor acted as though he’d swallowed an Olympian vintage. Jimmy briefly tasted the prof’s cock, but the bitter taste and old man scents didn’t help, and after his orgasm he felt a bit ashamed. Quickly excusing himself, he rushed out of the professor’s home, went back to his dorm room, found a stash of beer and washed the pre-cum taste out of his mouth as he listened to his roommates talk about the girls they had bagged the night before. Throughout college and grad school people wondered why Jimmy, given his good looks and healthy career prospects, did not date that much. Oh, there were a few girls here and there, but Jimmy simply couldn’t understand women, and the games, and how he could reconcile his strong feelings for men with society’s view of what he “should do.” Even in the gay community, Jimmy didn’t see it as welcoming. He saw people like himself, with the same hue, being portrayed as no more than Mandingo warriors ready to service white twinks - a hyper masculinity that Jimmy really found hard to pull off. Jimmy knew that he was essentially a bottom. Versatile, maybe, but 99% bottom. The closest Jimmy got to experiencing his true desire was getting a bit tipsy one night in the city when he was 25. Luckily he wasn’t driving so he walked down the main avenue looking for a taxi — a hard thing to accomplish for a black man at 2 am on a Thursday night. As he walked Jimmy noticed that he walked past a brick club, “The GASKET” with a red light out front. Jimmy had never been, but he knew about the place. It was a gay bathhouse. Jimmy had never had the courage to visit, especially in a small town like Raccoon City. Near the club, though, was a bus stop shelter, and hanging out there was a burly, muscular, scruffy leather-clad daddy leaning against the side of the shelter. Jimmy saw the taller man, maybe 6’2”, and paused briefly. The leather daddy looked at him up & down. “What the fuck you looking at?” growled the daddy. Jimmy was a bit afraid, but seeing the daddy’s tattooed hairy chest, his rippling muscles and feeling the sense that he could rip Jimmy in two with his bare hands made Jimmy’s lips part, his crotch stir. The leather daddy sensed this. “Sorry,” Jimmy said. He prepared to quickly walk past when the daddy cooed,”Come here, I wanna talk to you.” The talk turned into the daddy leading Jimmy to the behind the club, pressing Jimmy against the wall while the daddy scruffily kissed him. Jimmy eyes narrowed into slits and he gasped as he gave into the lust he had for this daddy, this random daddy that pressed him against the wall with his strong arms, probing Jimmy’s mouth with his tongue and grabbing Jimmy tight bubble jeans butt in his hands. Jimmy hadn’t been with a man since that first time in college, 7 years before. The daddy hands made its way into the back of Jimmy pants, his fingers probing, seeking, Jimmy’s tight asshole. Daddy’s fat finger rubbed Jimmy’s anus in a circular motion, then dug its way inside Jimmy, finger fucking him while the daddy devoured Jimmy neck and Jimmy slumped helpless as he was being ravaged by the leather daddy. After a few minutes of the assault, the daddy forced Jimmy to his knees, dropped his jeans and popped out a beautiful, pink cock, tattooed along the top of the shaft with an arrow head, rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. Grabbing Jimmy’s head, the daddy forced Jimmy’d face into his crotch, and his dick into Jimmy’s moist mouth. Jimmy gagged and recoiled as Daddy slammed his thick nine inches into Jimmy mouth, assaulting his tonsils. Strings of spit and pre-semen hung from Jimmy’s chin as his mouth got fucked. Jimmy, as opposed to shame, felt an inner slut emerge. He was in a dirty parking lot, drunk, with a strange man, with god know how many diseases and god knows he might have friends waiting out front to beat the hell out of him. Who cares, because Jimmy felt it was right to be on his knees, in front of this man. Daddy stood Jimmy up and turned him to face the wall. Pulling down Jimmy pants, Daddy had one aim in mind. Jimmy stood for a second, ass projected out, his ass somewhat open by Daddy’s finger play. He wanted to say yes…and no… but for some reason he could not voice the words. Instead, before Daddy could enter him, Jimmy mumbled incoherently and turned, went back onto his knees and presented his mouth. Daddy shrugged and continued to fuck his face. As Daddy grunted and his balls tighten he gave Jimmy his first load. Jimmy accepted it gladly, sucking down this silver fox’s nectar, making it part of his own body. The daddy zipped up, and patted Jimmy on the head. “Thanks, kid,” Daddy said. Then he simply walked away. In mid-stride, though, Daddy turned around. “You know, I was nice about it. Never tease a man when he’s out for ass. The next guy may not be so nice.” With him left the fog of lust and alcohol fumes that brought Jimmy to the parking lot of a gay bathhouse. What the leather daddy said was menacing, scary. “What had I gotten myself into? I coulda been hurt really bad. And so what — what did he mean by someone not being ‘nice?’” thought Jimmy. Somehow Jimmy found his way home, woke up in his own bed somehow, with a five alarm hangover. The night before was a blur, but the dried cum on his shirt jogged his memory - cum from the leather daddy. Something was triggered in Jimmy. Within a month he secured a girlfriend who eventually became his wife, and he started leading a false life. His fear buried his true nature, that of a bottom slut. Twenty years later. After doing everything right, in the middle of a pandemic Jimmy caught COVID. Though he was healthy, he ended up on a ventilator, with a low chance of survival. While fighting for his life, his wife familiarized herself with the insurance policies and the kids played Playstation 6. After four long weeks, Jimmy emerged. Jimmy recovered. He was gonna live. Fuck Liz. Fuck playing dad. Fuck caring about what others say. Fuck his fears. But how far would he go? So the autonomous driving car pulled into the garage in the suburban outskirts of Raccoon City, in a nice cu-de-sac, where other colleagues’ families also lived, Jimmy thought that after decades he was going to become what he was meant to be. Jimmy got out of the car, disengaged the auto driver, and saw across the way Melvin, a tan, in-shape, tri-athlete who also worked at Jimmy’s company, Metre Group, one floor down. (thank god he didn’t work for Umbrella Corporation!) Melvin was already a senior vice president. Though Jimmy wanted to break out of his hum-drum life, he still coveted that high executives’ life. He’d always been too nice, though, or not much of a risk taker. or corporate killer He envied Melvin in a way. No more Mr Nice Guy. Melvin waved, while watering the lawn of his much bigger home with the other hand. “Hey Jimmy, staying late again? You’re been at Metre long enough to quit early like the rest of us!” he said with a chuckle. “Oh, you know just trying to show you guys up!” Jimmy said with a smile. Jimmy made a note that he should continue to stay longer. Maybe that will get him noticed? Jimmy walked into the house, past Liz who was on some menopausal silent treatment kick this week (What’s new?) and past the kids who grunted as they watched on the holo-TV “The Simple Life Reunion : Fabulous at 40” with a Botoxed Paris Hilton reprising her stupid-chick-out-of-water routine. He went to his office, which was off limits to everyone else in the house, and plugged in his work laptop along side his huge, super fast i12 with a holographic display and AR controls. Sensing his biometrics, the computer recognizes Jimmy and boots up his 3D environment — no glasses need. It was hi-res “Minority Report.” Manipulating an ethereal keyboard and orbs in space, he navigated to a website for gay hookups. He mostly used his membership for spank material, living vicariously through others. He had a few pictures up but nothing that showed his face. He looked at various pictures of hot guys, the NSFW shots that may or may not be of the account holder’s actual body parts. One profile intrigued him for months, though. A fair haired, 41, tall muscular guy who claimed to live on the other side of Raccoon City. Less risk of discovery, or meeting at local events maybe? The guy — he called himself Wallace — seemed a bit cocky, a bit full of himself, but claimed be 100% top, and mostly importantly, “open to all races.” Jimmy had instant sound-proofing installed, so at a touch of an augmented reality button his sleek office immediately became sound proof and privacy blinds dropped across the windows, just in case. Liz called this Jimmy’s “dungeon mode.” It kept her and others from getting in Jimmy’s business. Jimmy started a virtual chat with “Wallace,” making sure to start the virtual private network and firewalls to ensure no one his true location. Wallace answered, his image floating in space in front of Jimmy. “Yo what’s up dude,” Wallace said. Jimmy smiled. “Not much. thanks for taking my chat.” Jimmy noticed that his computer showed Wallace on his side trying to store Jimmy’s image. “What are you doing?” Jimmy frowned. “Oh sorry dude. Bad habit. Just for protection, you know? Lots of crazies out there. I respect your privacy,” Wallace said, trying to be convincing. “Don’t worry about it. This is encrypted anyway,” Jimmy said, smirking. He then thought that he might make the first move, a sign of his new mindset. “ If you weren’t as cute as you are, I woulda hung up by now.” Wallace put his hands on his hips, contemplating this handsome black man. “Well, I’m glad I passed your cuteness test, though I personally had no doubt.” They both laughed as the tension eased. “So, what are you looking for…uh…you didn’t say your name…” Wallace’s sentence trailed off. “Ferriss,” Jimmy said, “Yeah like the movie.” “Oooookkkkay” Wallace said as he did a slight eye roll. “ That’s ridiculous enough to be true. It also happens to be the name on your profile, but that doesn’t mean much. I did want to take a chat from a guy actually named Ferriss!” “My parents liked the movie, I guess,” Jimmy said, trying to lend credence to an obvious lie. “Hold on, I need to change shirts,” Wallace said, as, in real time, he takes off his polo to reveal a chiseled chest but with a touch of middle age— not unlike Jimmy’s body. “Let me find… something else to put on….” “Jimmy jumped in. “What are you doing? Now.” Wallace was slightly taken aback, but recovered. “Nothing, why.” “I’m coming over. I will take a shower and come over.” Wallace smiled. “You can take one here. I’ll send my details.” Jimmy’s decisiveness scared him a bit but also excited him. He signed off and already saw on his iPhone 14 that Wallace sent directions. He tried to hide his erection as he walked through the house. “I’m going out,” he simply said, to no one in particular. Not that they cared. His car, sensing the directions, warned that the destination neighborhood had a high crime rate. Jimmy overrode the safety feature and the car went about its way. The neighborhood was hell, and the sun setting behind the concrete canyon of this part of the city cast long dark shadows. The last of the day’s heat kept street funk encased at nostril level. The homeless shuffled about, positioning themselves as this became their dominion as darkness fell. The car suggested to Jimmy the best lit area nearest to Wallace’s address. There was that at least. Jimmy would have to be careful, he thought. Still, lust began to drive him. He thought about, as he found the apartment building, with a cleaner exterior than most buildings in this part of town, the things he wanted to do. He had almost died. He had denied himself for so many years. All feelings had been sucked out of him, except for fear. That was his constant companion. He wanted to start challenging it. A face scan (an old one that didn’t link to city databases thank goodness — Jimmy knew because he managed such business for Metre) let Jimmy in the building. No elevator, just some stairs. Five stories up, and Jimmy stood in front of Apartment 529. He knocked. No answered. He knocked again. Still no answer. Was he being ghosted? Jimmy starting feeling a bit uncomfortable standing in the strange hallway. Finally after an eternity and just as Jimmy was about to walk away, Wallace opened the door. In a towel. “Hey, sorry,” Wallace said apologetically, “I was getting the shower ready. Come in.” Jimmy hesitated, losing his nerve a bit. He gingerly stepped inside the apartment. The interior looked Kubrickian — white lacquered walls, with splashes of red and brown on the furniture. Muted wooden floors. In the living room a pastel wall mural of a young man, his cock dripping one splash of cum as his head is thrown back in ecstasy. They walk past the bedroom which had similar styling, with a huge brown circular bed in the middle of an almost empty white room. They make it to the spacious bathroom, which is white and steamy at the entrance, Wallace drops his towel. “Join me for a shower?” he asked. Jimmy saw Wallace’s gorgeous body, and fair haired trimmed bush, and long but still flaccid uncut cock. Jimmy didn’t have to be asked twice — he quickly undressed and took Wallace’s hand…and walked into the steam - a deep, sandalwood fog that eventually revealed a large open shower with a waterfall shower head and shower heads position around the walls of the chamber at chest height. Wallace pulled Jimmy close, and they both looked into a nearby tall mirror — Jimmy’s brown skin and Wallace’s pink, taunt body. They kiss, and Jimmy’s hardness rose as his fear faded away. Wallace grabbed some beautiful body soap. “I had this made especially for me,” Wallace said. The smell of oud, jasmine, saffron and rose filled the space and Wallace worked the body soap around his body, then around Jimmy’s. Wallace stroked Jimmy’s chest as Jimmy closed his eyes, working his mind into it., feeling the water jets all around him, feeling Wallace’s wet hands. smelling the smells. “That’s nice,” Jimmy sighed. After a bit, Wallace says, “Turn around.” Jimmy complied, putting his hands on the shower walls and turning his ass to Wallace. Wallace, using more soap, caresses it into Jimmy’s back, working his way down until he reaches Jimmy’s ass crack. Jimmy arches his back as the first man to touch him there in decades strokes his asshole, slowly opening it up. Wallace reaches around and starts to work Jimmy’s already engorged cock. Jimmy barely realized that Wallace had started to spoon him, and that Wallace’s own prodigious cock was sliding up and down between Jimmy’s cheeks. Jimmy was entranced, his mouth slightly open. The world fell away and he was grateful. He tired of its fakeness. He grew weary of the pettiness. As a man who faced death he realized that no one was here to save us, to take care of our pleasure. No one seizes the day but ourselves, and as he threw his head back in passion Wallace slid his slick cock into Jimmy’s sweet brown bubble butt, like it was meant to be there. Jimmy’s dick stiffened and began to leak pre-cum. Wallace’s kissed on Jimmy’s neck, and softly grunted as he took that virgin hole, that would be his forever. Jimmy swooned as he thought that this moment was so perfect, that on his death bed he would struggle to jack off at the last moment of his life to match his end with the beginnings that this night brought to him. He was fulfilling his calling as a bottom. As Wallace tweaked his nipples Jimmy worked his ass back and met each of Wallace’s thrusts. He felt his walls milking Wallace’s cock and he gasped as he felt Wallace’s cock swell. Wallace began focusing his stroke on Jimmy’s prostate, pummeling it with each stroke. Jimmy was not only on the verge of a true anal orgasm but close to shooting his load without once touching his dick. Jimmy loved the possibility of surrender - surrender to Wallace’s dick, surrendering his body to a strange lover…. Wallace leaned in, whispering to Jimmy, “Oh my god you are so tight. You must be a virgin. I always wanted to give my gift to a virgin.” Gift?, Jimmy thought. “Whaaaa….” Reality intervened. “What do you mean, ‘gift?’” Jimmy asked, curious but his voice trembling. “My poz cum. I’m going to make you pregnant with my baby. I will own you,” Wallace said with a mixture of a sigh and a hiss. “NOOOOO!” Jimmy said, snapping out of his dick daze. He dislodged Jimmy’s dick from his ass and ran for the bathroom door, collecting his things. He’s soaking wet… “Wait! I thought you knew! I thought that was what you wanted!” Wallace protested. Jimmy quickly got dressed, with difficulty as he tried to fit his still-hard cock into his jeans. “You are a sick animal! I should have you arrested! I don’t want AIDS!!!!” Wallace reached out but Jimmy turned away and ran to the door. “No, get away from me!” Jimmy leaves, leaving Wallace standing in the middle of his living room, naked, blue-balled, confused. Jimmy races down the stairs into the tepid night, confused about where he left his car. H felt so exposed in some many ways. He was again, scared. Jimmy realized he was lost. He forgot what block he left his car on. Various shady characters circled around him, sensing confused and vulnerable prey. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he felt himself watched… Then suddenly like Mulholland Drive a mangy creature stepped out of the shadows of an alley into Jimmy’s way. Putrid, with a mangled face, the creature smiled a diseased smile, and Jimmy’s heart leapt out of his chest and he ran the other way. After about 20 minutes Jimmy found his car, still intact, unmolested, unlike him. By the time of his arrival at home Liz had bedded down with her nightly headache and the kids were doing what teenagers do so Jimmy was alone. He rushed to his office, activating silence mode. What should he do? What the hell was Wallace thinking? What was the hell he thinking? His lust after so many years had made his stupid and vulnerable to something like this. He navigated to the hookup website to delete Wallace’s profile. Jimmy was in a rage. As he logged on he noticed a message from Wallace. Jimmy went to delete it, but thought better of it. Maybe Wallace had something meaningful to say to explain his actions. The message consisted of only Wallace on his huge round, brown bed in a white room, stroking his huge cock. Long strokes, his bulbous head straining under its skin, his pee hole leaking rivers of precum that made his cock slick. Moaning Jimmy’s name, Wallace shot floods and floods of juicy cum its color enhanced by the dark brown of the sheets. Jimmy didn’t think it possible to explode in such a way. His asshole twitched in sympathy and his mouth watered at the sight of this seed. “I am a nice guy, Jimmy,” Wallace said after coming down from his orgasm. “Never tease a man when he’s out for ass.” The message ended there, and Jimmy was shaking. “This is my life!” Jimmy thought “What right does he have?” Jimmy deleted everything about Wallace from his computer. He was done. But…did Wallace say what he thought he said…and HOW DID HE KNOW MY NAME???? Just then, on Jimmy’s work computer, a message arrives. “That’s strange,” Jimmy thought, because his work computer wasn’t set up to receive messages yet. “HOW WAS TONIGHT?” the message said. It was signed by Melvin. TO BE CONTINUED.

Last weekend i texted a top bud of mine to get fucked - he's dominican, about 9 inches, similar height (6 feet) and jacked (he's personal trainer ). He responded that he had two friends over his place and wasn't free that day. i responded that he should invite them too as a joke, to which he replied "lol." After several hours he messages me with "change of plans - prep your pussy. will be over in an hour. wait ass up." Like a good cumdump faggot i got really excited, prepped my pussy, unlocked my door, and waited ass up in bed with poppers. My phone buzzes for me to unlock the apartment lobby. My bud then texts "we'll be right up" to which i responded "we?" Sure enough, about a min later, he walks in with what apparently were his two buds. i turn around in bed and he just goes "surprise" with this smirk on his face. Was hard for me to be pissed given what they looked like - one bud was black, also jacked, a bit over 6 feet, and about 9/9.5. His other bud was shorter - maybe like 5'9 - also dominican with an enormous dick. Had to guess it was over 10 inches easily and uncut with a thick bush. Being a cumdump i couldn't object to the surprise...all three of them took turns rearranging my guts doggy style. Ended up being a real beat down...they had clearly been drinking and were horned up. The shorter bud ended up being an almost sadistc fucker, which of course was fine by me since i believe only the top's pleasure is a priority and my pussy exists to serve alphas. They all took turns tapping me doggy style but he went so hard i uncontrollably pissed over my bed twice. i also asked him for more lube at one point given how hung and rough he was but he just goes "nah feels good to me" (the other guys just laughed when he said that) and then proceeded to fuck me even harder. i was struggling at that point to maintain my arch, and ended up ripping some farts accidentally and pissing at the same time. After he unloaded in me (the other two had already dropped their loads) he grabbed me, pulled me up, and then dragged me to the bathroom where he pushed me into the shower on my knees. He then just yelled "open up" - i opened my mouth and a stream of piss immediately starts going down my throat. it came so fast that i coughed and spit it up, but then he slapped me and just yells "i sad swallow." i regained my composure and he starts pissing again, but this time i made sure to swallow t all. Meanwhile the other two buds walk in and start laughing at the scene. At that point i was just in a daze...my trainer bud walks in the bathroom and just goes "good job fag." He and the black guy then walk out to start getting dressed. The third dude finishes pissing and then kneels down to me and just goes "squat." i start squatting (was on my knees) and he gets alongside me, cups one hand under my hole, and then just goes "fart it out." i then pushed the multiple loads out in his hand, which he then brings up to my mouth and just says "eat it." i proceeded to eat it dutifully while he observed me the entire time. After finally finishing he just smiles, spits in my face, and walks out of the bathroom. By then the other two buds are dressed...the third guys gets dressed quickly and they all proceed to walk out. The whole experience left me in a total daze with a sloppy wrecked pussy. One of the hottest fucks in a long time. By the way the pic below was taken by one of the dudes right as they walked in.

She decided she would wait for Ryan to come tonight at 10 PM so she text David that her work issue was resolved, and she was going to for a run. She had already run and what she did instead was to get online and find out where women find dick for some no strings fucking. She had plenty of dick, but it was dick that found her, she wondered if she could line up any of her own or was this just a onetime deal that everyone wanted to fuck her. She found doublelist.com a website where guys and gals and even gay guy could find sex. She read and found out there are lots of guys who want to eat cum out of pussy, she never knew that was a thing. She also found a few posts of guys wanting other guys to fuck their wives. Hot wife they called it and lots of times she would be blindfolded and never see the guy fucking her and breeding her. She decided to answer a few and to post her own. She sent a post to a guy who said he was married, 29 years old, white with an eleven-inch endowment who just needed some fine pussy to breed on the side. Another post got her attention was from three frat guy who wanted a hot wife to double penetrate and make airtight. She was not sure what both meant but wanted to learn and their pictures were hot online, and it said they all wanted to breed. Marie was finally accepting her need to have men inside her. Just a physical need for big dick and cum and to control a man for a time while they were inside her. She waited and did not hear anything back and decided after 30 minutes of reading post she would create one. “Traveling and Married, just looking for no strings sex. Open to one on one, MMF, MMMF. You must be hung, ready to breed and clean and ddf. She posted a few pictures herself without a face and that she could host or travel. Open to a one time or a regular hook up, full meet or get right to with her being a blindfolded hot wife.” The post went up and still nothing, forty-five minutes later an email came in with three responses and then several more responses but she knew Ryan would be soon so she could not really act. She was hot and tingly all over and ten minutes later she got a text from Ryan. Babe, my girl called off tonight so I cannot slip out, but I will come by in the morning to fill you up. Marie was disappointed, she needed Ryan and his big dick. She decided to go to her email and look at the post. There were eight black guys who hit her up, she saw two hot huge dicked guys, but she had never been with a black guy before. She horny white college guy, 21 6’ huge dick (9 and thick) just need pound some cougar pussy and breed it. Hit me up if you are up for being my blindfolded hot wife tonight. Marie thought this was perfect, white and hung breeder who just wanted to fuck her and get off. She replied and asked when he could be to her hotel and gave him the name and address. He quickly responded that he would be there in 20 minutes and told her to give him the room number and to leave the door ajar 20 minutes from the time she sent the email and be blindfolded. You are going to get pounded out you married Slut! Marie sent him her room number and told him she would and that is exactly what she needed. She hurried up and found something she could use as a blindfold and got ready, put on some lacy panties and a bra watched the clock and right at 20 minutes she put the door ajar and got in place and a minute later the door opened she could tell and in he walked. He snapped a couple pictures and then began to trace his fingers on her body making her moan. He worked his way to her breast and unsnapped her bra that clipped in the front and fondled her breast, he then pulled off his shirt, shorts and let his thick 9” dick loose and turned her head to suck his dick while he twisted her nipples. Marie Sucked on his thick dick and she heard him start to moan and felt his hand reach down and pull her panties aside and he started rubbing her wet pussy. Nice cunt slut, I can tell you have cum in you, don’t you? She pulled off his dick and said yes! Good little whore, we are going to have lots of fun together. I bet you want dick all the time, don’t you? Marie again told him she was always horny and needs big dick. She had never told anyone that and here she was telling this stranger who was about to breed her. Mike the guy who was about to fuck her had videoed her admitting to what a slut she was and her sent it to two buddies and sent the address with room number and text she needs your cum inside her. Once sent he climbed in between her legs ripped her underwear and lined his cock and began to slide in her wet pussy. Nice, I love fucking a married whore, does your husband know you love dick and cum? She said no, he had no idea, he is back home, and I will be in the city weekly for work. Nice, so you are going be my whore when you are here and anyone, I want you to fuck. Marie did not say anything and then he grabbed her neck and said it again and this time Marie said, yes, I am going to be your whore each time I am in town. He let go and said now you need fucked bitch. He slides all the way in, and she came hard on his dick and he began to fuck her like the anonymous whore she was. He used her pussy hard and deep till he came the first time then he pulled out and made her suck his dick off. Then the knock at the door, Mike let his buddy in, and Marie could hear someone getting undressed and Mike grabbed Marie’s head and said you are not done cleaning, get back to work. The guy who came in was Latin with a thick 8 inch dick and he spit on her pussy and lined up his dick to fuck the cunt and hammered away for four minutes before another knock at the door and a guy walked in and undressed also after Mike let him in. Daniel was a tall black guy with ten inches not as thick as Mikes but still impressive. Daniel sat in a chair watching the Riccardo fuck the white slut. Six minutes later Riccardo came in her and pulled out and went to the shower and cleaned up so he could go back to his girl while Danial got up and fucked Marie. She was having a hard time taking him, his dick was rock hard, and he was rough, Mike put hand over her mouth to keep her quiet while Daniel tore her up. Daniel fucked her for twenty minutes straight and eventually slammed deep and came without making as sound, but his body shook as he dumped his load in her. He pulled out and grabbed a towel and cleaned up and got dressed and left only giving Mike a nod and then he opened and closed the door leaving Marie with Mike and he pulled his hand off her mouth and said you did great whore, I have one more load for you and then you can get online and find more dick. Mike fucked her for another ten minutes and came hard in her. He popped up and made Marie clean off his dick again and told her how hot she looks taking big black dick. I am going to line up more for you bitch, how long are you in town? Marie took a break and said till Friday morning. Good, answer me with I email you and give me your fucking number so I can have easier access to your cunt. With that Mike pulled his dick away and got dress and left leaving Marie to take her blindfold off and think about what just happened. Fuck, why did she like the way Mike talked to her. How could she like being called a whore, slut and bitch but somehow, she did. She got up and took a shower and then found herself going back to her email and reading answers and seeing who else wanted to breed her.

Marie wanted to ask about the guy in the worst was by just said that was so hot. Gio leaned in and kissed her and said that it was. Run tomorrow he asked while he was getting dressed to take her back to the hotel. She got up and got dressed and said sure! They got to the car and he drove her to the hotel with his hand on her leg and he said he was lucky to have found suck a cool chick to be friends with. Marie leaned in and kissed him and then went inside and up to her room. Marie sat there for a few and then decided to call David, she had to force herself and she jotted down several items on a list on the desk, so she had something to talk to him about. 1. Her new boss. 2. Some of her co-workers (all female and imaginary) She wondered why there were no females she had met yet. 3. Devon her assistant and his fiancé. 4. How Beautiful it was. 5. How much she missed him. 6. How great it would be if he were here with her. 7. How she wanted him more now that she was so far away. Once on the phone she hit more but could not do number seven, she just could not tell him how much she wanted him inside her. Something had changed and she just could only lie so much. The call lasted for longer than she wanted but after twenty minutes she really wanted to end the call and a text from Devon allowed her to tell her hubby that work had just reached out and she needed to handle an issue. She said she loved him and missed him and would text him before she went to sleep. Marie quickly hung up and read the text, Devon as asking if she was in her room. It went on, need to talk with you if you are, I am downstairs. She texts him back and said yes, I am here and gave him her room number and Devon text, I will be right up. Marie wondered what that could be about and soon there was a knock at the door. She opened it and Devon was standing there and he said can I come in. Marie moved back and Devon walked in and Marie shut the door and Devon told her he just had a fight with his girl and needed some attention. He then unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his underwear in the front and let his big dick hand out. Marie got on her knees with no hesitation and sucked on this big dick and got him hard and soon he shot a lot down her throat. He then told her to undress. Marie quickly undressed and she wanted him to kiss her in the worst way. She knew if there was any chance of that it would happen tonight. He grabbed her breast and sucked the left nipple and soon he was sucking on the right. Devon never lost his erection and before long he picked her up and tossed her on the bed and began fucking her deep and harder then before and kissing her chest and neck and after 20 minutes of fucking and kissing all over her he make out with her while he came inside her. He stayed inside her and while they made out still fully hard and after five minutes of kissing he began fucking her and ten minutes later he came again and this happened one more time so three loads one after another with no recovery. He then broke off the kiss and said my girl got mad at me because I love to fuck. Seem like I will need you often while you are here so I can get off the way I need to and not overwork my girl. Marie said that was hot and I will help you out anytime if you are going to fuck me like that. You are one hot stallion! Devon smiled and said please do not tell Michael I stopped by. He would be pissed if he knew I was breeding the new girl. Marie agreed not to say a word and with that Devon got dressed and left. Marie laid naked in bed and rubbed her clit and felt the cum in her pussy and even tasted it on her fingers. She loves that she finally got Devon to kiss her. She had promised herself she would try before she left to make out with him. She was surprised that he was a great kissed and no she really needed him to fuck her again and again and make out.

Marie went back to her room; she received a text from David. It read, “I love you babe, miss you a ton.” She sent back a text that she missed him too, that was really a lie as she was having the time of her life. Once back in the room she sat on the bed and began to cry, she was suddenly so conflicted. She had let multiple guys cum inside her and two that she had no idea who they were. She wondered why she suddenly felt alive and fulfilled. Sex suddenly was amazing, and she had never cum this much in her life. The tears stopped as she thought about all the huge dicks and that guys hand and how beautiful se felt getting all those men off. She whipped her tears and wondered what she would tell Gio, he would know the cum was not from her husband since she told him she was alone here. She decided she would tell him that Ryan was an old boyfriend and he had filled her up with cum this afternoon. He did not need to know there were multiple guys cum deep inside her. She began to get wet again thinking about all that big dick and excited to see Gio. He fucked hard and she was ready to be used like the little slut she had become. She dozed off for twenty minutes and then got up to clean the sex off herself and changed into her running closed and headed to their meet spot. She ran to the spot tingling inside and with every part of her body. She began to worry he may not be there, what if he was not here? I need him to touch me, kiss me and be inside me in the worst way she thought. Just as she turned the corner, she saw her tall God waiting for her and she ran up to him and said Hi babe. He leaned in and kissed her and said he had a special run for her today. They took off and talked some, but it was a tough run with lots of hills and then it flattened out. The last half a mile was the cool down and then she recognized his place. He said go on in and take your clothes off and put them in the bin, I will be right in and join you in the shower. Marie rushed in, stripped and got into the shower. Gio followed and put the clothes in the shower before heading to the shower. She wanted him to fuck her in the shower, but he wanted to taste her first. They got out and headed for the bed and she got on the bed and spread her legs and Gio dove in and said yum you have cum inside you. Marie was prepared with her lie about Ryan being her ex-boyfriend a hook-up, but she did not need to go there. She soon came again and again and then Gio kissed his way up to her and make out with her and when he broke it off he said I love that you took some guys cum so I had something to eat! Marie laughed a little and Gio began to slide his big dick in her well used cunt and fucked her like a whore for twenty minutes and then shot a huge load inside her. He pulled out and had Marie clean his dick off and this time she was able to more than half in her mouth. While she sucked and licked the cum off, he texts someone on his phone. He pulled a blindfold out and said, “I have a surprise for you” Gio slipped a blindfold on her and it was just a minute later she heard him great someone. There she is, I just came inside her, and she has mine and some other guys cum inside. Eat her out and add yours. When you leave, I will finish her off! With that Gio left the room and there she was again blindfolded with an anonymous man. Fuck she thought, I would not do this anymore but before she could say or do anything a hand gently brushed her leg and made its way to her pussy. He whispered fucking beautiful; I have been after his cum for a long time. Marie thought that was odd. He began to eat her pussy and he was good at it, he made her cum several times in the first ten minutes. He pulled off and said swallowed most of it and he slid up and kissed Marie and made out with her while he slide his nice medium thick dick into her and make love to her making her cling to him. He was far more tender and intimate for a guy she could not see and after ten minutes he shot his load and made out with her until his dick gently slipped out of her. He sucked her left nipped and bit it making her moan and he said I will be back tomorrow to do it again. With that he walked out and Gio came back in and immediately began to eat the guys cum. Soon she came hard as she thought of this anonymous guy and the man between her legs and Gio once again came up but did not kiss her and began to fuck her harder than before and shot his load deep. He then whispered you are so fucking beautiful as he slipped off her blindfold.

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.

As of July 15th, taken 79 dicks and estimately 65 loads. Pretty slutty considered I didn't take any besides my bf's between March to late June. Got my 80th cock and 66th load before I could finish posting this from my work computer 😛

Oliver roused from bed the next morning with a waiting text. It was doug, and he wanted to see him for another checkup. throwing the sheet off his body he grimaced as he noticed his nipples were puffy, more pronounced. his usual morning wood was flaccid as he reached down to give his dick a few pumps. thinking of his girlfriend produced no measurable effect as he sighed heavily. "maybe later today buddy" he thought to himself, trying to shrug off Treys description of the powerful hormone inside him. reaching down to his balls he gasped. They were getting smaller, just like Trey had said they would. Oliver leaped to his feet and headed to the bathroom. shucking his underwear off he turned to face the mirror and gripped his firm ass cheeks, spreading them as he had so many times for Doug. his once little asshole had changed too. the pink ring was thicker, almost puffy. you could obviously tell someone had been fucking Ollie regularly. he flexed his hole a few times curiously. The more he thought about it, the more it did seem to look inviting. Olivers expression faded from fear to shock and confusion. Doug wasnt just intent on changing him, giving him a pussy as he affirmed so many times, he was actually doing it. Olivers body was slowly changing to suit the older mans every need. at first he couldnt seem to cum without the fucking, and now his whole body seemed to crave it. Oliver had grown to enjoy the potent narcotics and powerful orgasms Doug forced from him. By the time the boy managed to arrive at the clinic it was nearly 1:00. Trey called him back almost instantly and before he left, gave Oliver a hug and a kiss. "youre doing perfect sweetie. I know how you feel. My first time with all this was so different. i didnt know what to think, but it really is for the best. Youre going to love your pussy so much Ollie you wont know what you ever did without it." Trey smiled and left the boy in the room. "there he is!" chimed Doug as he entered the room, his warm smile always seemed to put oliver at ease somehow despite repeatedly being violated by the mans cock. "Ollie youre doing amazing. how do you feel?" doug turned to the counter to prepare the injections for the boy. "fine i guess, i have a real bad headache though" Doug smiled as he confirmed the boy was slowly becoming dependent on his fun little injections. oliver stripped off his shirt and as he began undoing his pants he paused. He was stripping. Doug was right again, his body knew exactly what it wanted and Oliver just seemed to be along for the ride. "oh im sorry baby you just need your medicine is all. Did trey tell you? you need to take it every day so you feel good. I make sure all my boys get all their shots. do the shots make you feel nice ollie?" doug set the two needles on the tray next to the boy as he began fondling his prick, confirming the boy stayed soft as intended. "well, um, yeah the first one feels really really nice. like im floating or something. it makes everything feel swell" ollie obediently held his arm out as doug chided him, "no no baby, vitamins first, then its time for your special medicine." Ollie remembered Doug administering the estrogen into his ass cheek and began to protest as the doctor swabbed him again. "i dont want to be a girl!" he blurted in fear. Would doug even listen this time? his heart sank in his chest as doug pushed the needle into him and administered itts contents with a chuckle. "baby no thats not what we're doing at all. Im giving you a pretty poz boy pussy ollie, just changing a bit of this and a bit of that, and turning that hole between your legs into the only thing you need to care about. see?" Doug pumped the teens flaccid cock a few times, giving the head a nice slurp, but to no effect. "see baby? soft now. you dont have to be worried about having to fuck anymore. You take big strong man cocks and thats so much easier. A real man knows how to fuck you just right ollie, i promise." doug tied the tubing around the boys raised arm as Ollie pumped his fist. "okay" he mumbled. If doug said it was normal he had to be right, i mean, he was the doctor after all. "little stick" doug smiled at the boy as he emptied the syringe. "here we go ollie, just a little more than last time, go nice and high for me sweetie." doug pulled off the tubing and ollie gasped as his eyes rolled back into his head and he clutched the exam table. Doug stripped his clothes off and placed the teens fingers around his thick cock. "look at the nice big cock ollie." "the teens droopy eyes met dougs tool and he smiled. "helloooooo" he cooed as he began pumping dougs stiff cock. "today youre going to learn how to service the nice big cock ollie. Real men always know how to fuck your boypussy right, but its good manners to help them inside you." Ollie giggled as doug opened the boys other hand and squirted a glob of lube into his palm, then on dougs leaking cockhead. "that a boy ollie, smear it around my cock. and take this hand..." doug pushed the completely wasted boys lube filled palm toward his own ass, "and work that slippery goo into yourself." Ollie looked confused for a moment. "like this" doug pushed a digit into ollies hole, eliciting a moan. "fingers in your pussy ollie, be a good boy." Oliver nodded as he worked the mans tool in one hand, and fed his fingers into his asshole moaning like a bitch in heat. It was the first time the boy had dared to explore his private little hole on his own. He certainly never would have dreamed of doing it before he met doug, and yet now he seemed captivated. his fingers danced inside, pleasuring the teen as he remembered doug did so many times before. Doug watched the intoxicated boy loosen himself for a few minutes, slowly becoming more and more greedy. after 3 fingers he pulled his hand away. "I know it feels good baby but its not fair when a man needs to fuck you." Olliver looked down sympathetically, "oh god im sorry uh...um...here!" he lifted his legs in a flash, "here! now you can fuck" ollie smiled. as doug laid back next to him. "now ollie its rude to tell a big strong man to fuck you. He knows your pussy needs his cock so you need to show some respect, otherwise he might decide to fuck another boypussy" Ollie seemed to panic for a minute. His asshole was thirsty for the mans poz prick, but somehow he had made too many mistakes. Doug was right, he couldnt just go around telling a real man like doug to fuck him. "its okay ollie, thats why we're practicing. When you get your pretty pink pussy youll know just what to do. climb up onto my lap" Ollie obediently straddled the man and waited with bated breath. "that a boy, now take the big fat cock and push it against your hole for me. Careful now, its full of cum so you have to treat it right" Ollie gingerly reached between his legs and as if lifting the most precious thing in the world, slid dougs drooling cockhead to rest against his hole. "now ease it inside you. dont worry sweetie when you do this with more big men, youll have a perfect pussy. big man cocks love pussies that are just right." doug smiled at the boy and rested his hands on his hips. Olivers took a deep breath and bracing for the worst, was pleasantly surprised to find his body once again welcomed dougs poison tool like a close friend. "holy shit i did it" oliver thought to himself with a grin. "I did it!" he beamed, feeling the thick hairs on dougs balls tickling his butt. "There you go ollie I knew you could do it. now say thank you." Oliver felt Doug flex inside him and blurted a grateful appreciation. He had no idea until now just how precious these big cocks were. So many men probably went around without a single pussy to fuck, certainly not average guys without Dougs skilled training. "they must be miserable" oliver thought to himself as he began to ride Dougs girth. looking down he saw his lower abdomen gently bulge with each stroke. "my tummy" he remarked, stroking his abs. "its okay baby thats just your body making room for lots and lots of nice big cock. Ride it how you like baby." Like a teen with his first drivers license, oliver apprehensively impaled himself on the mans prick, concentrating on its angle, its girth, and reaching down from time to time to stroke his hole in sheer disbelief. Doug watched the teen slowly progress from gentle strokes to hungrily pounding his cunt like a whore, grunting and groaning, fondling his soft cock. "baby no, cum with your hole not this little thing" doug chuckled. Oliver smiled and nodded as he remembered dougs big cock was all he needed to cum. He was right, taking mancock really was the easiest thing in the world. oliver threw his head back as his cock dribbled a small stream of his own cum down his own balls. "i...didnt shoot" he remarked curiously. "no ollie, all boys can cum when they fuck, but only a real man shoots his cum. yours just dribbles a little. Keep riding sweetie we're almost there" Oliver redoubled his pace thinking of how dougs powerful cock shot thick ropes of seed. "so cool" he thought. in the fog of narcotics it just seemed to make sense. not having a big man cock meant not shooting like a big man does. doug growled and gripped Olivers hips tightly as he drove him down on his throbbing cock. "I did it!! i made you cum in me!" oliver proudly remarked as he gasped. "youre shooting!" doug stroked the boys thighs. "thats right ollie, im filling you up nice and full. doesnt that feel good?" "oliver nodded slowly as Doug toyed and teased the boys sensitive nipples, making him squirm on his dick. Lifting the teen Doug laid him down on his back and smiled. "you did such a good job I just have to give you more cum baby. a few more nice big squirts in your guts" Doug ran his fingertips across olivers belly, eliciting a giggle and a nod as he resumed driving into the boy. Just a few days ago this boy was probably no different than any other, but with dougs steady hand, he had slowly become a personal cumdumpster.

ollies hips slid back and forth on the table as doug began to slam harder into the slender teens sensitive ass. "oh no, unggghhh" ollie moaned as he saw the cum dribbling from his pink cockhead. Doug was in complete control of his body, as the mans thick veined cock coaxed another load from olivers comparatively smaller prick. "thats it ollie its better to cum with your pussy. That cock isnt big enough to really satisfy anyone anyway." maybe doug had a point. Ollie felt almost ashamed thinking of his dick compared to Dougs bulbous tool. it was big, powerful, and it could make the boys body do whatever doug wanted. His ass completely surrendered at its touch, and its full length managed to force the boy to cum whether he wanted to or not. Oliver felt helpless as doug sighed, driving himself all the way to the balls in the boy ollie grunted at the mass inside him. "boy cocks dont cum inside holes ollie, but this? this is a man cock sweetie. its a tool. a schlong. I know you dont understand with your little prick but real men fuck deep and they cum deep." Ollie felt humiliated as he watched doug pound his guts into submission. doug came inside last time, he thought. "maybe hes right, maybe thats just what big cocks always do." ollie dreamily wondered to himself as Doug growled above him. "take the seed baby, take up your pussy nice and deep" doug held still as his heavy balls pumped a fresh warm batch of poz cum into the teens loose cunt. Oliver looked down to see dougs big cock kicking inside his guts, painting his pussy with thick gooey streaks of hot white viral jizz. "wow" he whispered breathlessly. "you did just great ollie so i have a little treat for you" Doug slid his dick out of the boy and admired his handiwork. Olivers pink hole was gaped for all to see. his tender pink insides churned gently as the boy panted, decorated with Dougs poison cream like a delicious little strawberry cobbler. Doug zipped his pants and left the boy in a puddle of cum. oliver sat in the room for what seemed like a drug filled eternity. the only sounds were his heavy breathing, and the occasional drip of dougs seed from his hole onto the cold tile floor. he felt miserable thinking about how easily Doug had ignored his pleas, how ineffective any sort of reasoning was from him. Maybe doug was right. the only thing that seemed to reasonably work out lately was happening when the older mans dick was dominating him. he couldnt satisfy his girlfriend anymore. not that it mattered, his cowardice kept him from ever telling her about these little visits. he couldnt even keep his own body from cumming on the mans bloated tool. and he said it. doug finally got him to say it. "pussy" ollie croaked despondently as he watched the door swing open with the smiling older man and his perky nurse in tow. "there we go. Ollie I want you to try taking more cum, can you take a little more while i fix up some vitamins for you?" oliver sighed, covering his leaking cunt in embarassment. Trey had disrobed, revealing his waifish figure, well defined abdominals, puffy pink areolas and caged cock. "once we give you that nice pussy ollie, youll be just like Trey. see how happy he is to meet you?" Doug unlocked the boys cage and began to fondle his cock to hardness. "Trey has a wonderful pussy ollie, so he doesnt fuck boys." Doug deposited a dollop of lube on the moaning nurses cock. "but just this once, hes going to give you a nice little load of his seed. we need to keep you nice and full ollie to make the best pussy." Doug guided trey into ollies sopping hole. "fuck the pretty hole now trey." Ollie took the boy with no effort, noting his similarly sized cock and curiously smaller testicles. "you feel really good inside ollie" trey remarked. "i dont know if ill last long at all" the boy sheepishly confided. "thats okay" the sticky boy blurted thoughtlessly. Oliver watched the doctor prepare a larger syringe and immediately began to worry. the first round of dougs love potion was still doing its job, easing the boy from head to toe, slowing his thoughts and making him an obedient fuck toy. surely doug didnt intend to give him any more of the stuff. "hold nice and still now ollie, these are just some vitamins to help your body" the doctor pushed the needle into the boys ass cheek and dumped its contents. to olivers relief, he didnt seem to feel any different at all. "you pretty boys just keep fucking. ill be right back" Doug slipped out of the room as trey gently stroked Olivers chest and played with his nipples. "what was that?" oliver asked trey curiously. "depo" the boy sighed, making gentle thrusts into the warm hole as he tried his best to fight off a long postponed orgasm. "provera...er...its estrogen ollie." The boy registered the exotic words but couldnt seem to connect any of the dots. "i take it too. doug gives it to all his boys. too much makes you...well it turns you into a girl. Doug gives you just enough to make you...different i guess" Oliver didnt understand. The shot felt nothing at all like the strong cocktail he received earlier. "different?" oliver asked. "youll feel it after a while. it makes your nipples a little puffy and really sensitive. your skin gets softer and you dont cum much at all." ollies jaw went slack. "it makes your balls smaller. sometimes it keeps my dick from getting hard, but i dont mind." "thats horrible" ollie sympathetically replied. "oh not at all" trey giggled. "i dont usually ever fuck a real man. I mean could you imagine? heh, im not going to do much with this little thing." trey smiled. "Doug gave me a pussy so I can make sure big strong men always have somewhere warm to cum in." ollie nodded. Doug did seem to really enjoy cumming inside him. "im poz too, but i dont tell anybody. one time I hooked up with a married guy at an amusement park and he asked, so i just said i was neg." ollie listened intently as Trey began to speed up. "yeah, he was all like 'I need a condom i cant do this without a condom' and it was so silly. I never ever use condoms. So i said to him, 'well can you just maybe tease my hole a little???' and he actually did it!" Trey sounded like he won the lottery as he continued fucking. "do you want to come too?" he offered, fisting the teens cock. "so anyway thats the trick ollie. once you have a really good pussy, all you have to do is get just the head started. big strong men cant ever resist a boy pussy. he totally lost it after he felt mine, and I didnt have to do anything else, he just fucked and fucked and filled me right up. just...like....nngh...this!" Trey pushed deep into the boy and began unloading. Oliver felt a sense of disappointment. compared to Dougs rod, this was just unremarkable. Trey wasnt doing any of the things to his body that doug could. Oliver tensed his abs as he came once more around the nurses softening cock, emptying the last of his balls onto his lower abdominals in a slow stream. as Trey locked himself back in the cage and pulled his trousers up he turned one last time to remark to ollie, "oh and whatever you do, dont miss your appointment! you need to make sure doug gives you a nice big shot of that happy medicine and your estrogen from now on or you feel sick."

Look for a video I made called "Pigs at the Troff". It has a variety of kink but heavy on WS play, so when you are together watch it and see if it interests him. That's me in the pic on the left.

Yeah agreed, when this happened to me, when I started to take loads little by little, I never thought much about it, if a guy used a condom fine, if he didn't even better. But I never considered myself a bug-chaser since that was never my idea. But I do remember the thrill I got every time I was bred. It was like something totally forbidden [banned word] dangerous, and it was like I was HIV negative just thumbing my nose at the danger so to speak. Like many have said, once I started doing that, that was all I wanted to do, it was how I got off, regular sex was insufficient, I needed my thrill. So eventually I was converted. I vaguely remember chit chat around me that I later recognized as guys trying to convert me: guys asking me if I wanted their babies, if they could use a tooth brush on my ass, all that stuff, so that's how it happened. I thought I was unique, so I'm glad to know I wasn't, that others had the same experience I did.

[think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/28739/pozbb-young-buck/ This guy — HARDnine — has posted quite a few videos on this site. He loved to talk and has a sexy voice.

got a skater boi bottom that comes over once i a while , he loves to puff the pipe and get high and first few times we fuck he wanted doggie style with a condom .but last couple times he came over I had him slide his hole down on my cock and ride me while he puffs away on the pipe, and he got really highh and it made him so extremely horny that his ass started taking control, making him bounce up and down and his hole started working my cock good.and he said he wanted to try bareback and feel my raw cock inside him but wanted me to tell him when im getting close to cumming ,and I handed him the pipe and had him take several more big hits then told him to just let his hole take over and give in to the intense horny desire . and his hole really started milking my cock while he bounced up and down and I told him I wouldn't be able to hold out too long as his hole was giving my cock such intense pleasure. then he just gave in to his holes'intense desire and started talking dirty telling me that my cock feels so good inside him and he wants to feel my cock throbbing and shooting inside him ,and he told me he wanted me to cum in him so bad. i told him to milk it out of me make me shoot hard and deep up inside him... And I started cumming and cumming and cumming as his hungry hole milked my dry ,sucking the cum out from deep in my balls balls as he kept right on pumping my cock with his hole telling me it feels so good he doesnt want to stop ,his hole wanting more.. so fucking AWESOME feeling and hearing a true cock loving ,cum hungry bottom totally surrender and give into his intense horny desire and hunger for cock and cum... He grabbed my hands and moved them over my head as he pinned me down and I felt his hole tightened around my cock and pull me all the way back in balls deep and he looked into my eyes and said he wanted to keep pumping and working my cock while my balls reload . so that he can milk my cock again and get every drop . drop . And he did ,, he had me completely surrender to him , as we continued to get really high all night and all next morning long , his hole enjoyed my cock so much that it couldnt get enough and he milked me over and over , making me cum inside him 7 times by the time we finally stopped .. and he called me later that night and said his hole was feeling empty and was feeling like it need to feel my cock deep inside it again , and he wished that he was still laying on my bed so that his hole could suck my cock back inside balls deep and keep it inside all night while we sleep .

Never met a slut who wish he had a tighter hole. All of them were proud having a loose hole; their asses swallow any dicks (and double dicks) without too much effort, and they also make clear that they've taken dozens or hundreds of dicks. Myself I prefer to top a gaping hole than a tight one. No "it hurts" or such stupidities. Only problem, some very loose holes do not always feel the dick fucking them. That's not a problem for me, as I love rough fucks and make sure they feel me, but for more gentle tops who fuck kindly, the slut can at times not feel much.

bring back Tim Skyler for wild group sex and Jarod Steel

Started the day off running some errands and when I got home it was around 3 in the afternoon. My dick was rock hard and I hadn't topped in a while so I thought I'd see who was around. No one interesting on Adam or BBRT but I found an anon ass up bottom three blocks from my home. When I got to the building I remember being there before with a guy that it didn't work out. Building looks fine from the outside, but its set up more like an old hotel. There was a desk with a guy behind a cage and he directed me to walk up the stairs to the next floor. I open the door to the guys place and it's a one room, studio efficiency without even a full kitchen, just a 10x10 room with a tv, small refrigerator, bed and a bathroom. His ass is up, and it looks good. He's got a jockstrap on and is blindfolded waiting. I have him suck my dick a bit to get it nice and hard. Didn't take me long to get rock hard again. I squirt a little lube on my dick and rub the head on his hole before I push my way in, boy is tight. I start pounding him and I can tell after a few minutes he thought I'd shoot quickly and wasn't prepared for a long fuck. Damn that hole felt good though. After about half an hour of pounding his hole I slide out a second and he gets down on his knees to suck me some more. After a bit he pulls his jock off and assumes the position again. I plant a 3 day load deep up his hole, wipe my cock out and get the hell out of the creepy ass building. I walk back home again and get on scruff and grindr. A couple buds, BB? and Fat Cock (FC) and I had talked about getting together earlier in the week but no one wanted to leave the house because it was a school night. I see my regular BB? guy and hit him up. He's up for it but was not sure if he still wanted a threeway or just to do a quickie with me. Now FC hadn't played with me and him before. When I told FC that BB? had started playing bare he was totally game. The last time they played BB? was only playing with condoms, and FC bred the guy they tag teamed. He was looking forward to seeing BB? play bare. It was a little hard to arrange because FC didn't want to leave the house, and BB? couldn't host. I ended up agreeing that I'd meet them at FC's house. We get there and damn was it a hot session. BB? & FC started off tag-teaming me before we tried a DP. I took both cocks for about an hour before BB? finally shot a load up my hole. FC did sloppy seconds and it was incredible. I headed back home and thought I'd call it quits. The itch won out though and I got back on the apps. My neighbor was on that loves to stealth boys. We were talking the night before and he crasehed before we fucked. He had a great story about another neighbor of mine that is 'straight' with kids and it got me worked up last night. This bud also loves Playing in Public and we usually fuck around anywhere but in our apartments. So PP suggests we get together in the garage of our building, a highrise with a lot of neighbors. There's a place in the garage that we fucked before, but when we get there that area is closed off due to some repair work being done. We decide to go to a fire stairwell that no one ever uses in the corner, and we realize, that even though its late night, there are like four people in the garage cleaning their cars or just parked. At least one person sees us walking. We get into the stairs and I immediately start blowing PP's cock. I want it in my ass though so after only a minute or so I bend over and lean against the stair door and he slides in and starts to pound my hole. Normally when we fuck in places likes this its pretty quick, 5 minutes or so. Not tonight. He starts whispering in my ears about the neighbor he fucked the night before. I tell him how I wish I had bred the guy first. It's fucking hot in the stairs,we take our shirts off and he keeps going. After about 20 minutes or so we hear what sounds like someone coming and it ruins the mood for a second. PP was just about to cum. fortunately it was a false alarm and he slides back in my hole to finish. He fucks me for at least another 10 minutes before he finally shoots his load deep inside me. When we leave the stairs the same guy working on his car is still working on his car so we must have heard him. At this point I've given one load and taken 3 loads one that's definitely charged. Before I went down to meet PP I had been chatting with this guy on A4A that bred me years ago. I lost track of him, but ran into him recently. We'd been talking about him fucking me anon, me ass up waiting for him and his cock. I told him my neighbor had fucked me and how it made me hornier. After a back and forth, he decides to come over to my place. It's around 12:30 AM when he gets here, and as requested my ass is up in the air for him. He comes in and plays with my ass, and stands there with his pants down off to the side. I turn and suck him a bit and damn does he have a nice thick uncut cock. I wasn't sure if he was still fucking BB based on his ad, he was a 'safer only' guy. When I assume the position he reaches for the lube, rubs some on me and then slides in. Man can this dude fuck! I think he must have pounded me for about 30-40 minutes before he gave up is load to me. So to wrap up, 1 load from me, and 4 loads in me in less than 12 hours. I can't complain in any way!

No I don't regret it, although my ass is naturally on the loose side. My first dick in my ass was about 8"+ and thick ... and slid right in. To didn't complain but he pulled out the first time just before cumming. The only drawback is any dick < 7" and average or lower thickness doesn't provide any pleasure. I'm now approaching anything less than 8" is insufficient.