Leaderboard

I haven't even had a chance to jerk off in the last week. And I haven't been fucked since BC (before COVID). I went to Bush River Books this afternoon. There are 4 theater rooms, but two were blacked out due to video problems. Went into one and this hot bear was getting a BJ. He was playing with his nipples and enjoyed when I assisted him while he got his cock sucked. The nipple play sent him over the edge and he unloaded in the cocksuckers mouth. The cocksucker then moved to me. He had a talented mouth, but then he asked if I wanted to fuck him. I told him, I'd rather get fucked. He bent me over one of the couches and went to town on my ass! I totally loved it, and I really got off on the guys gathering around to watch in the near blackness. Several feeling my ass and nipples until the stud unloaded in my ass! So, nice to finally get a load! I went back over to the booth side with the gloryholes. Went into a booth. I could barely see the guy on the other side, but he was down on his knees looking for cock, so I fed him mine. It didn't take long before I blew a one week load in his mouth!! Great afternoon at Bush!!

Helping my sister move from Washington to Arizona was not how I wanted to spend my spring break, but being the loving brother that I am, I forewent the parties and potential tail to drive a U-Haul 1,000 miles while she followed in her car. We were driving down I-5 in Oregon when her check engine light came on, so we stopped at a Taco Bell to assess the situation and get some dinner. The guy behind the counter was a flirty 19 year old blonde kid who, while serving us, kept smiling at me, and after we ordered our meal, he proceeded to wipe down every (already clean) table close to ours in the otherwise deserted restaurant. Knowing what was up, I excused myself and headed to the bathroom. I was standing at the urinal with my cock hanging out when Blondie walks into the bathroom. He threw the deadbolt and walked towards me, making eye contact the entire time. Coming up behind me, he looked over my shoulder at my hard cock and gave a half-whimper, half-sigh. I smiled and turned, whereupon he dropped to his knees. The kid had skills, managing to swallow half of my thick uncut cock without choking, and bobbing up and down on my cock all the while frantically clawing at the front of his uniform, trying to free his own rod. After he had slobbered all over my knob for a minute, I grabbed his arms and lifted him to his feet. Reluctantly he stood-up, all the while trying to suckle at my cock. I grabbed his pants, opened his fly, pushing this trousers and boxers to his ankles in no time at all. His cock was respectable and rock hard, but I didn't really care as his ass was my principal interest. I turned him toward the sink and gazed at his perky bubble butt which was covered in light blonde fur. He bent over and spread his cheeks, inviting my inspection. Naturally I dove right in, tasting soap and boy sweat, as I munched on his tight, pink little pucker. He groaned in pleasure, but adding "I don't have a lot of time." "This won't take long" I replied, standing up and lining-up my pole with his hole, applying just a a little pressure to gauge his response. "Do it man, fuck me dude. Shove that big cock in my hole, please. I wanna finish my shift with your cum leaking outta me." With that he pushed back, his tight little hole opening wide to swallow my cock. He grunted as his ass slammed into my hips, and then we both simultaneously groaned. As I began to plow him, his hole tightened back up, and he grabbed the sink counter to steady himself as I grabbed his hips for better leverage. Using only our combined spit for lube, I was going to town on his young hole, not that I needed to worry: I can always tell when a hole has had practice, and this guy was no virgin. I briefly wondered who else has left his load in this sexy stud. His father? An older brother? Truckers who have stopped at the restaurant for tacos? It became a moot thought as I neared my orgasm. "Where do you want my load, boy?" "Inside me! Cum in my ass please!" "You want this poz load up your hole?" His hands reach behind me and pull me tighter into him, as his ass clenched down on my cock, crooning "Fuck that's hot man! Breed me with your poison jizz." That was all I need to hear and I started to shoot. Four or five spurts later I could feel his ass contracting in the tell-tale way that meant he had just shot all over to sink. I pulled out and before I can reach for the paper towels, he whipped around and swallowing my softening cock, cleaning up the leftover toxic cum clinging to it. Then as I watched, while tucking myself into my pants, he turns back to the sink and cleaned-up his own leftover mess. As I turned to leave, he smiled at me, cum still glistening on his lips. "Thanks" he said, panting and looking up at me like a little puppy. "No, thank you." I replied, leaving him there to put himself back together.

I agree

I want a rosebud. Not for fisting, I just think they look pretty.

Fisted and fucked a hot rosebud last night. Turns out I can plow with my new PA. It's been four weeks and I took it super cautiously, but I felt a shift at one point, and it began to pull. I kept expecting to pull out and find no ring on the end of my cock. We were both kinda spent by that point, so no load was given. I came home, cranked it out, and sucked the cum into an empty syringe for freezing and later use. I think I'll start saving loads from other men who don't shoot inside me for later use. This oughta be fun.

fuck thats hot wish I was closer I love breeding ftm boy pussy. Even hotter if chance I knock you up.

Another installment courtesy of Vancrawman. Appreciate him picking up the story and running with it. His stuff really gets me off and hope it does you, too. MAC MEN 11: BREEDING BETWEEN BASHES That’s what hit my email inbox the day after the Shudder party wrapped up…but before that, so much else had happened…. I figured I’d be getting home late and I was right – Shudder didn’t wrap up until after 5:00am… After Kenny and I double-fucked the blond boy, I fell asleep and when I opened my eyes, Angel was in my arms. We made out a little more, and, in true Shudder brotherhood tradition, my cock sprang up to attention once again. I had really wanted to breed that furry dark haired hole that was at the glory-hole booth when I first went upstairs to the After Party – but I got distracted by taking loads and then by the DP with Kenny and when I went to look for him, he and his tasty hole were gone. But then I looked over Angel’s shoulder and I see that furry dark boyhole is back in the booth and available. The crowd has thinned out some by now. Angel sees me looking at the guy and laughs, tells me to go over there. I make my way there, my fuckstick at full mast, and with one swoop into his hole, I bury the angry raw tool into the warm dark hole of this beautiful boy of around 19 or 20. Even for breeding five holes already tonight, my cock is still hard as steel, I’m just not sure I have any seed left to bestow on this boyhole…I deepen my thrusts as his hole twitches and shimmies from side to side, I’m determined to get this hole loaded up with my Load #6 of the evening. I pull my raw cock out just for a moment and it’s covered in load from this boy’s insides. Seeing all that mixed semen coating my rigid staff makes me mount up again and plunge back into the boy in one deep thrust. My mind replays all the breeding that’s gone on tonight, from my cock into all the holes and from other men’s cocks into my fucktunnel. In no time, and in true Shudder fashion, I feel the need to breed surging through me once again, my pace quickens and I throttle in and out, thrashing and bucking like a bull and then I feel my sixth load transferring from me to the man in front of me…my heart is pounding as it pounds into him, five, six, seven, eight spurts of fresh seed. Just like Five-Shot Frankie told me, the Shudder Brotherhood replenishes a man’s balls so they can be mass inseminators. But yeah, now I am spent. I thank the boy, finger his sweet passage a bit and bring the mixed-origin jizz to my lips. This was the perfect way to end the party. I find Angel who has just deposited another of his cumloads into the gloryhole occupant a few feet away. I see that it’s Aaron, whom Kenny and I double-fucked earlier. I love that Angel and I both got to tag a lot of the same holes tonight. We embrace and go downstairs to get dressed. As we descend the stairs, I ask Angel how much cum he’s shot tonight: ‘Seven fucking loads my friend,” he says proudly “I think cuz I knew you were here, you helped me beat my record! And I know I took at least 8 loads tonight. Another record!” There’s only a few guys still down in the changing area. Ron comes by to announce they’re closed: “You don’t have to go home, men, but we gotta close up here. See you all next month!” “Randy,” Angel whispers to me, his hand casually cupping my raw cock and balls “you’ll see an invite in your email tomorrow. I hope you can make it to that party. It’s next week and something new we’re trying at a new venue. Details will be in the email.” We share spermy kisses in the parking lot, each other’s fingers reaching behind for one last foray into our cum-soaked fucktunnels. “See you soon, buddy, and welcome to the Club,” and with that Angel is driving off. All the drive home, as the sun was rising and the rush hour starting, with the stop and start traffic on the freeway, I kept replaying the night in my head and I never felt so alive. But I was also dog tired. As I stumbled through the lobby of my building, I see Angus, the muscle-bound Scottish stuntman for one of the TV studios in town, coming out of the elevator. He takes one look at me and gives me a “I know what you’ve been up to all night” kind of look. I get on the elevator and press for my floor. “Looks like you had a fun night,” says this mountain of a man who has barely exchanged words with me in all the time I’ve been living in this building. “Out with the lads or up to no good with the ladies?” “Lads,” I smile and say back at him, as the elevator door closes between us. “Damn,” I mutter to myself,” I’ll never see him at Shudder” I sleep heavily that morning, clear through to the afternoon. It’s almost 4:00pm when I wake up. I recall some dreams I had during my sleep, dreams about cocks and holes and breeding,…my sexy neighbor Angus is there in the dream, but off to the distance, away from any action, just watching. I wake as hard and ready to shoot as any time at Shudder last night. Without checking my email first, I stagger out of bed. It’s 4:30pm now and I need to hit the gym. I’m there about an hour when Bryan, my fuckbud from the yoga closet sees me and we stop to talk. “Sorry I couldn’t make Shudder last night,” Bryan says, “work went long. Did you enjoy yourself?” I’m regaling Bryan with all the adventures from Shudder last night and he’s rubbing his crotch through his gym shorts, right there in the weight room, his tight body leaning into mine. I swear I can smell the testosterone oozing off him. My cock springs to life in my shorts, brushing up against Bryan’s hard pole tenting up in his spandex. “Wish I had the time to hear more about it in private with you, Randy,” he says as he reluctantly backs away from me,” but I gotta go back to work now. Did you see the email from Angel about the Armband Party?” “Armband Party?” I ask, “No, what’s that?” Bryan just turns to walk away, laughing and tells me to check my email and it will be explained. I reach for my phone and there’s 40 emails to go through. Some are the usual spam, plus a few work emails, but most of them are about Shudder and a few from guys from last night. As I’m thinking to myself I better set up a dedicated email address for Shudder Brotherhood stuff, I read a few of them: From Five-Shot Frankie: “Fuck, man, it was so good to get up into that cummy hole of yours, Randy. I can’t wait to seed you again!” From Rafi: “I took 12 loads last night, Randy, but yours was my favorite since I got your first Shudder cumload out of you. I got home at 6:00 am with my hole leaking like crazy from all those loads. Thought I’d send you a pic.” And there was Rafi’s sweet coffee-colored hole with huge amounts of load oozing out. As I look at this and zoom in a bit, my tentpole action in my gym shorts gets bigger than ever. From Aaron: “Hey, man, you and your bud Kenny can DP me anytime, stud! My hole is still dripping from those cumloads you guys injected into it! Welcome to the brotherhood, Randy, there’s no going back now!” Finally, I find the one forwarded from Angel and open it up. It’s from a guy named Keith and there’s a lot of introductory stuff about the rules regarding photographs (none), smoking (none) and rooms of the private house venue that are off limits, but it’s the next section that takes my hard-on in my gymshorts to another level. I hold my sweaty towel in front of me while I read – It says: “Some of my parties will be what I call “Armband Parties,” and this will be featured in the invitation email. At arrival, everyone must choose between a yellow, green or red armband: (you may change armbands during the party) a. GREEN ARMBAND: TOTAL BOTTOM. When you are in the sex area and you have a green armband, any Yellow Armband (Versatile) or Red Armband (Total Top) can top you and/or breed you as he sees fit. Green Armband bottoms can also station themselves in a fixed spot while blindfolded for a true cumdump experience. b. YELLOW ARMBAND: VERSATILE. When you are in the Sex Area and you have a yellow armband, you may top and/or breed any other yellow armband, or any green armband as you see fit. You may also be topped and/or bred by any other yellow armband or any red armband as he sees fit. c. RED ARMBAND: When you are in the Sex Area and you have a red armband, you may top and breed any Green or Yellow Armband as you see fit. You may not top another red armband while you are wearing a red armband (oral or rimming OK). d. Respect consent and if someone doesn’t want the encounter or wants to stop the encounter, he will inform you and he will leave the sex area. e. All my house parties are BAREBACK only – Condoms are never permitted. If we see you using a condom, you will be asked to leave. f. The purpose of this party is to enjoy yourself, meet new men, have good bareback sex – and breed as much as possible. For this purpose, when you are in the Sex Area, you must be engaged in sexual activity (touching, kissing, sucking, fucking, rimming) g. Two oral bottoms who will “greet” every guest upon his arrival. Every guest MUST be serviced for a few minutes by at least one of the oral bottoms. Once the doors have closed to new arrivals, the oral bottoms will circulate throughout the sex area, and will be wearing Green Armbands for the entire night. As I read this, my stiff cock is bursting out from the leg of my gymshorts and I can feel the wet pre-cum leaking out of my pisshole. “Fuck,” I text Bryan, “this Armband Party sounds fucking amazing! U going?” “Hell yes, I’ll be there, stud,” was his response. ‘Hey Randy, I’m meeting up with a hot Alpha man I know later tonight. You want to make it a threesome? You’ll love Eric, I guarantee. Hung like a horse and full of cum. He’ll throw a fuck into you like you won’t believe!” “You let me know where and when and I’ll be there, Bryan,” I text back to him. “Six loads shot last night and I’m ready for some more tonight,” I think to myself. I fucking love this life!” I rush home, shower thoroughly and fall into bed for a quick nap, then get dressed in a leather cockring and as little else as possible, and by 8:00pm, I’m back in the elevator going down when on the floor below mine, Angus boards the elevator, his muscle tank barely containing his big chest and I’m staring at his arms and how I want them to pin me down when my daydream is interrupted by his Scottish accent: “You going out again tonight, lad? Aiming to recreate last night, are we?” I stammer something quickly and probably incoherently. This slab of a man is making me ooze more precum in my shorts right there in front of him. I try to put Angus out of my mind and get to my car and soon I’m on my way to swap cum with Bryan and Eric. Bryan texted me a pic of Eric’s cock – big and thick and dark – this is gonna be good. The whole time from the gym encounter with Bryan to this moment in the car, my dick has been straining and needing attention, I hope I can hold out and not blow a load too soon with Bryan and Eric – and then I remember, I’m a Shudder Stallion now, I can cum as many loads as I want to! Bryan left his door unlocked and when I arrive, I just walk in and I hear some noises from the bedroom. I find Eric, a beautiful beefy guy, hairy chest and dark olive skin, already mounted up from behind inside Bryan’s smooth butthole. Bryan’s on all fours and his eyes are rolling back in his head in ecstasy. I strip off right away and dive under Bryan into a 69 position, taking his hard pole into my waiting mouth, all the while watching Eric’s thrusts of the dark shimmering fucktool and his precum dripping down on the outward motion and I position myself to catch it in my waiting mouth. Suddenly, Eric whips it out of Bryan’s hole and down into my mouth and throat in one smooth motion. I’m barely able to breathe as that fuckrod is pummeling my throat. And then it’s back up Bryan- throbbing in and out of his hole, back to my throat, back up Bryan’s sweet passage and on like that for 20 minutes. None of us have exchanged any words, we just dove right in to what we as men were born to do: raw fuck and breed each other. Bryan has worked his mouth onto my cock and swallows it down whole. Already this is sensory overload. I gently ease my fucktool out of Bryan’s mouth and Eric motions for me to get up and get it into Bryan. We rearrange ourselves and Eric is now on his back with Bryan working his cock over with his mouth while I’m poised at Bryan’s fucktunnel with my raging cock of steel. I see all the precum coating Bryan’s hole and I just have to dive my tongue into there before beginning the anal assault on this boypussy. But this is more than just precum… “I had some frozen loads saved up,” Eric explains, “a couple from me and a couple from some buddies of mine, so I pre-lubed Bryan’s sweet ass for us, Randy. Get that cock of yours in there, Randy, and then I’m gonna mount up and ride your hole with this,’ he says, shaking his thick cock at me. That was all the invitation I needed and with one deep thrust, I was up inside Bryan’s fuck passage and pounding away. It’s even better than that hour in the yoga room with Bryan because now I can feel those cumloads that Eric inserted coating my cock and coaxing a fresh load of my seed out of it. As I’m going to town fucking Bryan, Eric edges up behind me and I feel him parting my cheeks and a tongue finding its way into my hole…The tongue fucking he’s throwing down on me is heavenly and my pace inside Bryan’s ass speeds up. I’m starting to abandon any hope of prolonging this load that’s gonna shoot out of me soon, but just then I feel a cold, icy sensation on my hole. That fucker Eric has got more frozen manjuice, this time for my hole! I stop thrusting into Bryan and dig my cock deep in his guts and grind it slowly as the icy cylinder of cum invades my butthole. Eric’s laughing an evil laugh as it coldly goes up inside me…What a sensation as it immediately starts melting and creaming my insides with this spunk from who knows who? “This is three of my loads frozen up there, mixed with 2 others I sucked out of some businessman cocks at a glory hole the other day,” he devilishly says. “All melting now inside your hole, you fucking cumdump slut.” His hand slaps across my cheeks. Eric is fingering my hole as I’m leaning forward over Bryan, our tongues exploring each others mouths. Eric takes some of the melting spermloads from my hole and brings them up to Bryan and my lips and we snowball the cum back and forth to each other…I’m lost in bliss with this, my cock, still firmly buried in Bryan is surely leaking precum into his guts, and then Eric’s fat fucktool starts invading my cummy hole and he begins a brutal fuckdown on me, pinning me against Bryan, and pinning my hard dick deep inside Bryan’s guts. “Ever since Bryan told me about flip-fucking with you at the gym, I knew I needed to get into that blond boyhole of yours, Randy. Fuck that’s a nice hole. Hope you like this, fuckboy, cuz I ain’t stopping until you’ve got my fresh manseed up in there.” Eric is just pounding at me brutally now, I am unable to move much except upon one of his thrusts. His thick veiny arms are pinning me down, smashing me and my rigid shaft further into Bryan, over and over this goes for about 15 minutes of pure raw uninhibited mansex, frequently punctuated by slaps across my cheeks and a few “fucking cumdump!” or “take that fucking raw cock!” growls from the manbear that’s making me his property. I sense he’s getting close as his breathing gets even heavier, I feel his thick fuckwand pushing further into me, somehow expanding even more in advance of the jizz that’s gonna come flying out of it; the purest form of mansex there can be is the transfer of cum and energy from one stud to another, and it’s happening now. He’s moaning and groaning heavily and finally shouts “Take it fucker, take that big fucking load up your hole!! Fucking bareback cumdump meant for my alpha DNA!” This was all I needed, and even though my body and my cock are pinned under this mountain of a man covering my ass, my cock inside Bryan begins shooting like a fire hydrant, I feel 11 spurts of seed coming forth from me, all the while Eric is still spraying his load inside me too. I have no clue how much cum Eric deposited into my ass, with the six inserted loads and the geyser of jizz that just came out of his cock…My hole is cummy and warm -- no hot, like it’s on fire, with his seed. After a few minutes of post-cum grinding into me, making sure he’s got every drop from his dickhead into my fucktunnel, Eric pulls out with a splashy cum sound. I pull out of Bryan and collapse over to the side of the bed. Bryan is jerking his cock furiously and I lean over to get my waiting mouth in position to catch this stud’s load. Eric approaches him from the other side and we both await the eruption from Bryan’s raw, red cock and when it finally comes it hits me in the back of the throat, Bryan pulls out of my mouth and directs the next jet of his cum into Eric’s open mouth. And back and forth like that for all 8 shots of Bryan’s jizzjuice. We all three start kissing and smashing the loads into each other’s mouths. We’d been going at it for over an hour, all three of us shooting massive loads, and yet, in the great Shudder tradition, our cocks are all still angry and hard…I scamper over on top of Bryan and without a word, impale myself on his stiff sword and start riding it. Bryan is in overload mode now and he is almost whimpering with delight and desire as I bounce up and down on him, my cummy hole leaking out onto him. As I hoped it would happen, I sense Eric moving behind me into a double-fuck position, he pushes me forward, being sure to keep me impaled on Bryan. I feel his hot breath and hairy chest on my back as he opens my hole up to accept the double-fuck. Once his fat tool is up inside my hole, he and Bryan coordinate their throbbing in and out of it, the formerly-frozen stranger cum and Eric’s own seed sloshing around and coating their steel rods. My own cock is smashing against Bryan’s smooth chest, oozing precum which Bryan scoops up in his fingers and shares with me. Eric starts growling and almost screaming he’s gonna seed my hole again, “Fuckin’ take those raw dicks!” and at that, Bryan is bucking like a bull, his cock moving up inside me, against Eric’s tool, and it begins shooting his load. Based on his convulsions, it looks and feels like 7 or 8 shots of seed. Finally it stops spurting and Eric lifts me off of Bryan and reenters me for a second brutal fuck. He doesn’t last very long this time, and almost immediately starts gyrating, roaring loudly and shooting his superior manseed into me. I count 10 jets of semen transferred from him to me. My own cock which I’m not even touching, starts to blast cum several feet into the air, catching the headboard behind Bryan’s head and the wall behind that. The three of us collapse in a sweaty, cummy heap. Someone’s fingering my hole, I’m not sure if it’s Bryan or Eric. I’m holding Bryan’s red raw cock and licking the head of any jizz still lingering on it. Eric is holding us both in his massive arms. “Randy,” Bryan says, “I’d like you to meet my husband, Eric. Eric, this is Randy.” And we all laugh and fall back in the bed. “Are you guys going to the Armband Party?,” I ask after a few minutes. “We’ll be there,” Bryan says and with a devilish grin, says “And Eric will be wearing a green armband so his ass will be ours.”

Part 5 Jackson awoke his body awash with sensation a burning pleasure like nothing his brain had felt before like every nerve in his body had been rewired for his gratification, he let out a low guttural moan that. his new eyes took in the glory of his new form his skin was now a slate gray taught over rippling muscle as if all his body fat had been drained away in the transformation. the black veins spider-webbing across his body throbbing with a toxic green light carrying his makers gift of corruption though him to where the change was not yet total. The once blond hair on his chest was now coal black his eyes wondered downwards. the carefully cultivated treasure trail down his abs that had been many a womans downfall led his eyes to the improved weapon that too was beginning to rise from its slumber. his cock once a respectable 8 inch of thick meat had doubled in size and seemed to be showing no signs of stopping as it swelled with his new toxic blood. Movement in the darkness caught his eye and he turned his head; he was on an examination table in what looked like a laboratory across from him in what once had been a containment room he could see shapes writhing in the dim light he could see body's inter-tangled some pushed up against the glass illuminated in all their glory by brief flashes of red light he saw his new toxic brothers enjoying each other in every way possible and could just make out the cacophony of grunts and moans. their own perfect forms practically swimming in the oily corrupted cum they must have slipped into each other Jackson licked his lips and went to rise to join them in their orgy of debaucherus' pleasure. when a hand rested on his chest, he looked up into the eyes of his maker Jackson let out a mewl of need as that touch sent waves of pleasure running though him the creature nodded once. Jackson lay back down his eyes no leaving his maker the thing moved between his feet hanging over the edge of the slab its hands reached up and gripped his ankles it pulled, Jackson's form slid down the slab his ass now hanging over the edge exposed and vulnerable. Jackson let out a whimper as the thing lowered its head and slowly licked its way up his body its massive toxic cock carefully positioned to nudge at his hole to tease its new convert with more of his maker's gift. It licked its way up his engorged throbbing cock causing a moan to escape the younger creature's mouth the maker smiled and moved up his new creations tight abs and chest taking a moment to tease the nipples Jackson bucked and squealed from the sensation impaling itself of the makers iron hard rod just a little enough for the head to slip into his velvety shoot. Both creatures went still for a moment at the sensation they locked eyes Jackson noticed the feral glee sparkling in the thing's obsidian gaze seeing his new self-reflected there a helpless sacrifice to his and his makers perverted lusts Jackson nodded giving himself now and forever over fully to his new creator. the maker let out a growl of dominance and drove into Jackson in one fluid motion its balls slapping against his ass, Jackson's black eyes bulged with the sensation expecting pain but feeling none, the pleasure was almost too much for his new brain and nerves to process, then the maker drew back and did it again and again speeding up Jackson's form bucked like a rag-doll under the assault his head snaping back and forth caught in a perpetual scream of ecstasy his legs wrapped around his maker trying to force the creature deeper their mouths met and Jackson screamed his elation into his maker their tongues entwined. They rolled and fell to the hard tile flood and for a moment they separated laying on their back's eyes looking at the ceiling before his maker pounced again flipping him over on to his stomach he felt the weight come down on him then the slick sensation of his maker invading his insides once more Jackson howled with pleasure pushing back onto the invading dick milking as best as he could, wanting no needing more of the pure toxic strain to make him stronger faster better than others, he felt the steel rod in him swell again and knew he was about to get his desire. His maker let out that keening scream he remembered from his first time and the searing heat burned though him again pulse after pulse of it his brain somehow knew this time would seal his transformation would lock him into this new perfect form and he whimpered under his maker no going back this was his life now and he had no regrets. The creature pulled out of him leaving him feeling empty and turned him over looking down into its creations eyes it leaned down and griped either side of his face its hands gentle thumbs creasing his temples it leaned down further and kissed Jackson almost tenderly, without breaking the kiss it crawled up his form and settled on Jackson's tight muscled chest it leaned back exposing its ass . the creatures hand moved down to Jackson's hole now leaking its toxic continence onto the cold floor it scooped it up and rubbed it around its twitching hole fingers easily slipping inside causing it to moan into Jackson's mouth, it scooped up more toxic cum from the pool and dripped it down Jackson's rock hard cock satisfied it manoeuvred the young creatures newly changed and charged cock to its own hole pushed back it slid down the length one agonisingly slow inch at a time. Jackson let out a moan his eyes rolling back in his head he lay twitching with pleasure his brain overloaded by the sensation and the pleasure of the change only a few seconds later Jackson's cock exploded rope after rope of black oily cum deep into his makers bowls, the creature chuckled darkly and patted the bio-hazard sign forming from the black veins on Jackson's chest knowing it had created a work of art in this one. The creature waited for its new creation to be able to move again and helped him rise the maker gestured to an open-door way Jackson knew in his being it was time to hunt time to get him his first meal of pure untainted cum an image of his team mates appeared in his mind and he licked his lips his veins pulsing toxic green light faster in anticipation.

Hunter noticed that Chris always ended up on top of Tyler. This was how they would fuck he decided. He pulled off his shirt and reached back to the side table and said, "You boys want lube? I'll just set it here if you do." He put the bottle on the bed near them. Chris and Tyler looked over to him and at the bottle and Hunter knew what was going through their minds. "Youve never used lube have you?" The boys shook their heads. "We just cum from rubbing against each other" Tyler said. "We dont need it." "Youve never jerked each other off or anything? You could also use it if you take things further. You know, maybe if you decide to fuck." He left it there. But he did notice that Tyler seemed to be lingering on Hunter's chest. It was hairier than the boys. Maybe Tyler liked older hairy guys. He would test that later. "You boys make a lot of precum anyway so maybe you could use that as lube." The hits were working on Chris and he saw that Hunter was creating an opening for him to push Tyler to do more. He grabbed the bottle of lube and raised himself to his knees. Tyler raised himself onto his elbows looking at Chris. Chris flipped open the top and poured a little of the lube onto his hand. He put it up to his nose and smelled it. Nothing. He looked into Tyler's eyes and grabbed Tyler's cock. He began to stroke Tyler's cock covering it with the lube. Tyler sank down and moaned. Stroking his cock never felt so good. Hunter saw an opportunity and grabbed the pipe and torch. Tyler opened his eyes when he heard the click and again raised himself up. Hunter knew he had him. He put the lit pipe up to Tyler's mouth. "Let's see how big a hit you can take." He turned to Chris. "Try that lube on your cock." He winked. They both knew this could happen. He pulled the pipe away and told Tyler to hold the hit longer. Hunter and Chris could see something changing in Tyler's eyes. After he exhaled, Tyler took another big hit. Chris poured lube directly on his cock and started stroking. It felt amazing. "How are you feeling Ty?" Chris asked knowing that something had changed. Tyler was still holding his second hit and nodded. But when he blew the cloud out, he moaned. "This feels really good." Tyler looked down at Chris' cock glistening with lube and rock hard. He wanted that cock more than usual. He couldnt expain it. Chris took two hits and he could feel that he was hornier than he had ever been before. He wanted to fuck. Without Hunters prompting, Chris leaned down to Tyler and shotgunned his second hit. Hunter stepped back as they made out with more passion than before. Hunter noticed that Tyler's legs were wrapped around Chris' waist. He moved to the foot of the bed and saw that Tylers hole was exposed. Chris' balls hung down but Hunter could still see that tight smooth virgin hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on his fingers. He crawled up onto the bed behind Chris. He crouched down and with his middle finger he teased the outside of Tylers hole and pressed his hole without pushing into him. He felt the heat of the boys hole and the moan from Tyler even muffled by Chris' mouth was loud. Chris had no idea what was happening but he liked that Tyler seemed to be loosening up. He moaned in response into Tylers mouth. Hunter tried to push things further. He lubed up his middle finger again and rubbed Tylers hole beginning to use a little more force until he began to feel the boys hole open for the finger. He felt the tightness of the hole wrap around the tip of his finger. Tyler moaned and unwrapped his legs from Chris and spread them out all while still locked in a kiss. Hunter knew what this meant. He pushed slowly in further without stopping knowing how much Tyler wanted this. And more. He found Tylers spot and began to rub inside him. "What? Oh my...that...what?" Chris pulled up and looked behind him. Hunter slowly pulled his finger out so Chris wouldnt sit on his arm. "I think its time Tyler." Hunter smiled. He always loved this moment watching a boy lose his virginity to another virgin. All with his guidance. Tyler nodded. Hunter grabbed the pipe and torch and gave them to Chris. "I want you guys to do this yourselves this time. Big hits. You can do it. In the meantime, you mind if I get naked?" This was the next step in crossing the lines that they had already established. Hunter told them he wouldnt join in the play but that was just to get them into his bed. Both Chris and Tyler nodded. It didnt matter if they were nodding about the hits or Hunter getting naked or both. They were all going to enjoy this. The boys took their hits with Chris lighting the pipe each time. It was almost sweet how Chris took care of Tyler like that. Little did they know. Hunter could see that the increased high was making them hornier and hornier. They were looking at each other during and after the hits like they had forgotten that Hunter was even there. Chris set the pipe and torch on the bedside table and looked over at Hunter who was naked and fully hard. "Woah Hunter. Youre huge." "You boys like it?" Tyler turned after hearing Chris' observation and his mouth was agape. "I'll take your silence as a yes." "Hey" said Tyler. "Whats with the biohazard tattoo? You a chemist or something?" They all chuckled. They were talking about the tattoo just above Hunter's 9 inch cut and dripping cock. "A chemist? Something like that."

Took my first dick at 17 work as a Rent Boy for 5 years took my first fist at 19 Poz at 20 so my hole has lots of mileage on it. Today it looks more like a woman cunt than a ass hole. Your hole is a mussel and like any mussel they change in size from use and stress. People call them names from a boy hole to a man cunt well I have man cunt and proudly of it just spit and fuck it.

My three week sex drought has come to an end thanks to the great time I had with a super sexy older man. Yeah, I still have daddy issues. God I needed it so bad!

Love a cunt with mileage. Now I can fuck that hole as deep and hard as I want.

Usually commando, just shorts and flip-flops – so I can get rid of both very quickly and get ready for the dick up my ass....

You can practice with dildos, gradually increasing depth and girth. But you might just have to be prepared to puke a lot. You should only ever get throatfucked on an empty stomach, and you should be honest with men that you are likely to vomit when they go deep. Establish a signal so that they can prevent your stomach acid from touching their cocks. Give men control, as always. There are men who actively enjoy making fags puke. You should probably seek them out and beg them to forcefuck your throat until your gag reflex is all but dead.

No one talk or use condom In my last fucks... covid afraid more than aids now

Always commando. Haven't worn underwear in about 15 years. I'll war a jock only if I need to. Otherwise I prefer the feeling of my cock and balls being unsheathed at a moment's notice.

I take pride in the fact my hole is a gasping slit like a real pussy. I enjoy knowing that I can take a fat dick with out the squirming and pillow biting due to the pain. I can literally lube up a big dicked top by slobbering all over it and he can slide it up in me like some freeky WAP and start pounding away until he releases the entire contents of his balls in me.

One of my old regulars texted me. Asked if I was free. For him, I always say yes. He's got a small cock, shoots huge loads, and generally cums fast. He showed up, began the role play (he loves daddy/son stuff) and put his cock in my mouth. I could taste the ass of the bottom he fucked before me on his cock. Then he mounted me, fucked fast and hard, and bred me. Then I cleaned his cock and tasted my ass mixed with the taste of the previous ass. Then he left.

Spend some time with some larger dildos, and make sure you're already been worked over well by guy #1 before guy #2 inserts himself. It's not a bad idea either to start putting Vaseline on your hole at night a few days beforehand to keep it and the surrounding skin soft and supple because you're going to get stretched in different directions than you might be used to.

No better words can be said to me than "fuck you're loose " when a Man enters me...

Well Progress is going well. We got the new Roomie to pose for a photo so he could post it on some dating app. I wonder how long it will be before I tap that tight boy pussy and breed him. Filling him full of my toxic seed. I know he drinks a lot and tends to black out, Maybe I should just take him when he black's out after drinking. I am sure if we get photo's of him with a cock in his mouth and one deep in his ass he will be willing to let us do as we want to him.

It’s hot to cum at the same time as a top but I reckon I blow about one in ten times I’m fucked. But I feel their load is mine

Hi guys… apologies for the delay. I kind of wrote myself into a corner with this one and I have tried to salvage it with this chapter. Writer’s block is a cunt of a thing! I hope you enjoy part 5… hopefully the creative juices are flowing again! Part 5: My senses were in overdrive. I had a metallic taste in my mouth and I coughed repeatedly. My ears were ringing. I heard activity around me but I was unsure what was going on. I was still sweating but my body temperature had been tempered by the cold water. I heard and felt clippers as they were run over my head and then my body, cock, balls and arse. Then, I felt something cool being applied to my torso and realised that I was being shaved down. I find shaving such a turn on as it is the ultimate in power exchange (apart from piercings and tattoos.) I felt a small prick in my cock and realised that I was being given Caverject or Tri-Mix. It seemed like an impossibly big dose of that was being given to me. I was then led to a sling and strapped in. My head was lower than my arse and my head, while supported, was hanging over the edge of the sling. I felt a cock nudge at my mouth and I gladly opened to accept the cock. Simultaneously, I felt a cock nudge at my hole. As the dick in my mouth grew to its full hardness, i felt the guy push further and further down my throat. I felt my air supply cut off and my gag reflex kicked in. As I choked on the huge member raping my throat, the dick at my hole started to push its way in. It was not going in easily and I realised that (a) it was huge and (b) they were not using lube. I tried to concentrate on relaxing my hole but the throat rape that I was receiving was making it impossible to do so. The cock on my throat withdrew slightly and I took a couple of heaving breaths. As it shoved its way back down my throat and I started to choke again, the dick at my hole shoved in balls deep in one massive thrust. I screamed around the cock in my mouth and felt myself break out in a fresh lather of sweat. I felt the cool of lube being applied (too late, fuckers) to my hole and the dick started its assault on my arse. Periodically, the cock assaulting my throat would withdraw and a popper soaked rag would be placed against my nose and mouth. As I heaved for breath, I could feel the poppers affecting me. My head was swimming and I was till rushing from the drugs that had been pumped into my system. I was moaning as the fucking got more intense and more insistent. With a roar the owner of the dick slammed back into my hole and I felt the warm, moist sensation of what must have been a huge load being pumped into my guts. At more or less the same time, the dick in my mouth slammed all the way down my throat and unloaded directly into my stomach. Both cocks were withdrawn simultaneously and I felt a wet tongue slurping on my hole. I love being rimmed and the tongue probing my chute was an expert at it. I felt hands grasp my hard dick which was slick with precum. A dick slapped against my lips and I tasted arse and some blood as it was inserted into my mouth “Clean me off you filthy bitch” said the voice and I realised I was cleaning off the dick that had just unloaded in my arse. As he withdrew with a satisfied sigh, I heard a voice, “Open up, cunt,” and the load that had just been fetched from my arse was spat out into my mouth. This was pressing all my buttons. Another popper soaked rag was placed over my nose and mouth and the next dick started to ease into my hole. This dude was also hung and I could feel my hole stretch to accommodate his throbbing member. I heard, “His mouth is empty, fellas,” and felt the next dick assault my throat. As the cock forced its way down my throat, I could smell the musky scent of unwashed cock and balls. Whoever this guy was, he was a filthy fucker. As the assault continued, all that I could smell was a pungent mix of sweat, arse, cock and balls. I felt hands pinch and tug at my nipples which is always a massive turn on for me. If my nipples are not scabbed over and bleeding by the end of a session, they have not been worked hard enough. I felt pegs being applied to my tits and I hissed around the cock in my mouth. Each time someone unloaded in my arse, the pegs would be taken off, rotated 90 degrees, and re-applied. In this way, they were not mauled and really hurt, but they were always sensitive and in the most exquisite pain. Between the assault on my nipples, and the random slaps on my torso, legs and butt, my entire body was a mass of red hand marks and welts as my tormentors continued their work. I lost count at 20 dicks in my arse but the train on my holes went for what seemed like hours. My hole was puffy and swollen, as were my lips. I felt a hand lift my head and a bottle was placed against my lips. I drank thirstily recognising Gatorade and the unmistakable bitterness of GHB. “If I pass out, carry on fucking me,” I managed to croak out between gulps of liquid. I was given another two tablets to swallow - one MDMA and a diuretic I was told. I relaxed back into the sling and felt someone releasing the restraints. I still head the blindfold on but it was soaked through - a mixture of sweat, saliva, cum, and fuck knows what else; a heady brew of depravity that was turning me on something rotten. I felt it being removed. “Keep your eyes closed, slut,” I was told. I was helped into a standing position and I felt the cloth being used to wipe me down from head to toe. Then it was tied around my head again and the rank smell of my sweat and piss assaulted my nostrils. I was led to a mattress and was restrained again. Someone grabbed my cock and lubed it up. “Pass me the catheter,” said a voice and I squirmed as a tube was inexorably forced down my piss slit. This was new for me - I had mucked around with sounds before, but this was a whole new sensation. At the same time, a pecked gag was put into my mouth. Someone fiddled around with the gag and suddenly my mouth was filled with piss. Fuck! They had attached my catheter to my pecker gag AND I had been given a diuretic! I was going to drinking a huge amount of piss! “Rest up, the night is only just beginning,” I heard and the crowd faded away.

All right, you asked for it, lol. Here's the final instalment. Epilogue Several months later… I left the crowd behind me as I stepped on to the back porch of the fetish bar, not caring about the almost negative wind chill, and winter’s hateful snowfall. Thank goodness that whole nonsense with the Covid is over, and people are out enjoying themselves again. And the boys are as hungry as ever, making up for lost time, and plundering holes and nutsacks as much as they can. A lot of earlier limits don’t matter so much now - barely legal, geriatric, pretty, overweight, meth heads, toxic - they are all practically foaming at the mouth for sex. The best part is they don’t even ask status anymore. I’ve put a significant number of notches in my bedpost since my summer visit with Rick as a result. I pulled the Asylum from my motorcycle jacket’s front pocket, clicked open the torch, and a blaze erupted before my face. I turned the thick stick in my mouth, puffed hard, and when the cherry was fully lighted, off went the torch. Rick was right - I *am* a cigar pig, and while my bank account isn’t too happy with the new deduction (nor are my lungs or my doctor), I don’t give a fuck. I’m connected to this, and it’s a great memory of a man I no longer see. As the smoke curled upward, I began to reflect on how I got here. Rick’s bugs did the trick. I went home and back to my normal life, though by the end of the weekend, I bought a full box of fat cigars, a guillotine, and a torch. My house is now powerfully impregnated with their odor. When my sister came to visit, she said, “It smells like a humidor in here.” And every time I fire up, I remember her saying that and how Rick gave me what I wanted. Then the seroconversion came twelve days later. I awoke in the night, frying and freezing at the same time. The bedsheets were already quite soaked with sweat, and it didn’t take me two seconds to realize that Rick actually did it. All it took was one dose of his toxic poz seed, and my destroyed hole, and we were there. I actually had my doubts prior to this night, and talked myself into believing that Rick refused to break character until I was out the door. Ten bucks says he went straight to his chest of drugs and resumed his medication. Then I got only silence from him. No contact whatsoever. No follow-up, no text saying “Hey, how’s your hole doing?”. Just … nothing. The first morning after the conversion, I texted him briefly. “Yo, Rick. It’s happening. I feel like I’m dying. Congratulations, you’re a poz dad! And thank you.” A few minutes passed, then I got back a single emoji as a reply: 😈 No other words accompanied it. Didn’t hear from him again. I think he’s mad at me. It was entirely his decision to come off the meds, but I think maybe he hates himself for it, and doesn’t want to deal with me. I broke his perfect healthy world with my request, and maybe he couldn’t take the stress of it. I really don’t know what happened. His friends say he’s fine, just “super busy”, but no real details of anything about him or his life. But I choose to not cling to people that don’t want to talk to me, so I let it go after a few weeks. And I was unbelievably horny after I was able to walk again. The sickness lasted only a couple days, and it was no worse than the usual flu, though I did have diarrhea rather badly at the start. And then it was over. But the horn - it never fucking stopped! As soon as I felt like myself again, I got on my hookup sites, changed my status on my profiles, and let the world know I was poz. An avalanche of messages and winks and woofs suddenly popped into my message centers, and I was a very busy boy! My hookups went from me just being a bottom ho to a full-on top poz breeder. After the first three days of constant sex, I had to give myself rest. My dick was rubbed so raw that I was getting a scab on the shaft, and my balls were shooting out less and less cum from being emptied so often. They couldn’t turn it out fast enough! So far, I’ve had eleven confirmed conversions, but most of the others are unknown. They didn’t report any change, so I didn’t ask. I fuck them, I dumped a hot charged load in them, and leave them. On to the next one, and I seldom see the same guy twice. It’s about quantity while I’m still super infectious. Guess I’m making up for lost time, too. Eventually it caught up to me when I nailed a prissy bear, and when I told him, “I’m going to infect you now,” he screamed the walls down until his neighbor came, and seeing the bear in restraints - which was his fantasy - and me naked over him… Well, let’s just say I lost a tooth that day. It’ll be a long time before I go back into that part of the city. But I have no regrets. I would have liked to have more control over when it happened, but as it was my inevitable destiny, I may as well embrace it. And I did. My toxic seeds are being spread by others, some known, others not. And it’s fucking empowering. I’m like a nasty poz god, corrupting countless men’s holes without ever leaving my street. It made me chuckle. While lost in these memories, I realized I’d smoked nearly half the cigar, and have been out here almost twenty minutes. I silently stared at the night sky. So many stars. And for some reason, I said aloud, “The seeds that go out from my body. Look at the stars. I cannot count them, but so shall my seed be.” It was a perverted quote and I found it hilarious. As my mind wallowed in the humor of the situation, I flicked my ash over the wooden balcony. “I never took you to be a biblical scholar,” a voice suddenly said next to me. My head quickly turned to the left to face the voice, but I couldn’t make out the face. The alley back here was too damn dark to see distinctly if it wasn’t directly in front of you, plus this space was quite smoky. The person came closer. My eyes widened. It was him. He gave me the once-over at my new look. “Looks like my work was more thorough than I thought.” I was stunned. “Rick! Shit the bed, how have you been?” I was overjoyed at this unexpected reunion. I hugged him tightly and released him quickly. “I’ve been asking around about you since the summer, and no one could give me a straight answer, but fuck! It’s good to see you!” “Easy, bro,” he said, raising his gloved hand. “After we fucked, I needed to get away, so I took a long trip around America. I needed to be away from people, and Covid, and politics, and just took a long extended vacation. I’m back on the meds, and healthy again.” “That’s good.” “Are you happy with the life you’ve chosen?” His usually musical tone was suddenly monotone and discordant. I looked away for a second. I put the Asylum back in my jaw, and pulled up my leather pants by grabbing the belt buckle with both fists. I posed seductively as if for a motorcycle calendar. My Muir cap tipped slightly, and I said, “What do YOU think?” with a big grin on my face. He gave several small nods of the head in approval. “Very good, you look like a genuine leatherman. But what have you done with my… gifts?” He said that last word rather knowingly. I turned my head away ever so slightly. “Oh, you know, the usual. Seedin’ and breedin’. Staying off the meds as long as I can take it. Life is for the living, and I am doing it on my terms.” Non-committal responses? “Steve, you’re an asshole,” I thought to myself. Rick’s face contorted to incredulity. “You’re still not on them? Dude. Fuck.” He shook his head, blinked once or twice, and sighed. “It’s your life. Do what you want. Also, do this.” He pulled his right hand forward, and for the first time, I saw a chain in his hand as a smaller body came forward from behind him. It was a human pup, completely dressed in his fetish gear. A few extra pounds, but his color was definitely blue, and he didn’t speak unless spoken to. The chain in Rick’s hand ended around the pup’s neck. “Dog. I picked this one up in Florida. MONSTER COCK and deadly as fuck.” Rick said proudly. “I’m showing him a good time while I still can. AND he has a greeting present for you. Dog?” The pup cocked his head, listening. “Give him a Cuban Delight,” Rick said to Dog in an evil voice, followed by a grin to match. “Ruff!” He did his best imitation of dog panting. “You’re gonna die tonight.” I could see a fire behind Dog’s eyes. He was also charged, like Rick and me, but with… something different. Curious. 🤔 I stubbed out my cigar, smiling wickedly. I knew I was about to get another upgrade. “This oughta be good.” THE END

I am not much of a writer but I will do my best to tell this tale. I don't remember exactly how old I was 18, 19 but that doesn't really matter. As a late bloomer I always knew I was different. I dated a girl once but we never had sex. I stumbled across a porn tape in my dad's draw and used to watch it and always got hard at the guys never the girls. At this time AOL was the big thing with chat rooms. I eventually discovered the gay ones and made a few friends and met in person for socializing. There was another side to these chatrooms that I was naive too... One day this older guy in his late fifties started talking to me. He lived kinda close like 15 min. He said we shod meet for a drink one time and chat. I agreed and he said he could pick me up if I like and I said ok. I have. Him my cross streets and met him at 9pm on my corner. He had a big old Cadillac that reaked of cigarettes and cologne. He looked older than he said and was thin probably 120lbs with bushy black hair and about 5' 5" . I was 5'10 175. We got back to his apartment and I sat on the couch and we talked for quite a while. He was nice and we had some things in common. He asked if I wanted something to drink. I agreed and he made us a southern comfort and coke which I never had beforeand I liked it. A little too much. Before I knew it I had finished my third. We were just sitting around smoking Marlboroughs and getting drunk. He asked me if I wanted to put on some tv or a movie. I said sure and he turned on his big screen the and fired up the vhs and it started playing gay porn which I had never seen before. I was enthralled. He smiled and asked if I smoked weed. I had a few times with some friends but not for a while. So he asked if I wanted to and I said sure. I was pretty buzzed at this time and once we started smoking and watching the porn I got super horny. He took off his shoes and socks and asked me to get comfortable so I did the same. More drinks and weed were offered and accepted. I was flying. He put his hand on mine and moved it to his crotch which was hard and big. I was nervous.and shaking but the weed helped. He took off my shirt and pants and did the same. He was very thin but tight and strong. Not usually my type but the weed and drinks made that change. We started kissing slow and sensual and caressing each other's bodies. His wet tongue licking down my throat to my chest and stomach drove me mad he tongues my navel and slowly slipped off my briefs. He then sat back down on the couch and asked me to do the same to him. He was very excited by the buldge in his underwear. Once I slipped them off I saw his big veiny oozing cock for the first time and it looked amazing. The sight and musk off him was driving me mad. He slapped it across my face and the precum went in my mouth and eye and he smiled. He rubbed the slick ozing hard on my lips and pulled my head down and slowly enters my mouth. I slowly.sucked as much as I could and he guided me as to what he liked. He then did something that I had not know about up until this very moment. He pulled out a little brown bottle and unscrewed it as I sucked him. He offer me some while I was still sucking so I stopped and said what is that? He looked supposed and then realized how little experience i had. He said just inhale it thru your nostril while I hole the other one closed. I obeyed and he quickly switched nostrils and told me to breathdeeper and I did. Wow what a sensation my whole body flushed with heat and I got super horny for his cock and sucked like I was possessed. He laughed and moaned at the same time. He got me. From that moment on I would do anything for him. I continued to suck for a bit longer feeding more on poppers. He then had us switch positions and did the same to me. I was in heaven. He was kneeling on the floor in front of my as I was laying back on the couch stroking and sucking my cock. He started poking my balls with his leaking cock and slowly manuvered my legs up onto his shoulders. He was just caressing me and rubbing his cock against my ass crack and feeding me poppers and booze. I was flying. He lowered his head down and for the first time ever had a tongue licking my hole. I gasped as he lapped at it and clenched my ass in response. He told me to relax and hit the poppers. Once I took a big hit his tongue went in deep and I squirmed and felt like I had cum but I didn't. He spent quite a while in there and I loved it. He eventually stopped and then reached up and kissed me deep. I could taste my ass and weed smoke on his tongue and it was primal. At that point he began rubbing his cock against my spit lubed crack. Every few strokes I felt the head cross my hole and it was amazing. It was almost as if it was scratching an itch i had l. He held the poppers my nose and popped the leaking head in and I winced. He kept it there still. Said just relax. I said you need a rubber he said fine and left it there for a few min for.me to relax but then relented. He put the rubber on and we began again. Made me finish off my fresh drink another hit of popper and he entered me slowly. It hurt alot but the poppers made it easier. He did it slow to make me get used to it. He was soon balls deep up to his thick hairy bush and kept it there for a few min. Then he slowly began rocking back and fourth and it felt better. Me on my back 18 to with an old man's cock buried in me it was sureal. He came inside the rubber in me and sucked me to completion. He asked if I wanted to stay the night but I lived at home parents still so he drove me home. As I thanked him head still spinning he said I want to have me over the next night. I agreed....

is my second favourite part of giving a blowjob. My favourite part is when he cums in my mouth, and I can feel his dick start to swell up as hard and big as it can get, and then I feel the warmth spurting against my tongue ... god, that feeling is euphoric. I can't get enough of it. This morning my fuckbuddy came over for the second time in 4 days or so and he really used my throat hard. I've jerked off and came twice since he left and my cock is still hard and drooling precum... thinking about how his cock stayed big and hard for several minutes after he came, and I just kept deepthroating him. He loved it, he shoved my head down on his dick. This kind of rambled but I just wanted to share the experience... licking and sucking precum off a guy's cock, feeling his cum explode into my mouth, swallowing all of it, deep throating and sucking out every drop, licking it all up no matter where it falls... yeah. this has been a good morning. Relatable?

Looking back over my list of hookups (yes I've kept a list of all the guys), I would say I have the best luck (or most luck) picking up guys who can't do any better. The ones who are horny for seed or getting a small dick sucked, and they don't care by who. Or is it whom? I always get this wrong. 🤔 🤔 🤔 Sorry, what were we talking about?

congratulations you went down that path! from now on, you can't get back anymore. I was struggling a lot myself with it. as top, I often couldn't resist. as bottom, I only let regulars bb inside me. until at one moment one of my regulars wrote to me one day after breeding that he got detected positive a few weeks ago but didn't dare telling me when he bred me last night. I was shocked. few weeks later I was in SF for work, same weekend as a cumunion. I decided to go there for the first time, since it felt like I had nothing to lose anymore. and I can tell you it felt so deliberating to just fuck around bb. sticky cock into cummy holes after that I watch a daddy breed him. and then bend over myself in the darkroom to take totally anon loads. i now know my place and can't do it with condom anymore. often going for anon fucks and cum filled holes

Spend more time working thicker dildos and buttplugs into your hole, getting it to stretch easier. Work up a good gape that lasts for a while. DP yourself with some good sized dildos to get used to the mechanics of trying to fit something else into your hole that already has a dick in it. Longer dicks are a must. Poppers, lube (silicone works pretty well), weed. Spend a good amount of time getting fucked by one of the tops (taking turns, fingercuffing, etc) before you take both dicks up your hole. You want to be real loose and relaxed.

I think it’s time to have a talk. Tell him what needs to change for him to stay. Then let him decide.

Got another 6 loads in my cunthole, in an Uber with Ade on the way to get group fuck at his mates. Here's Pt2 Park Cruising: We blew some big clouds before the short walk to the park. We headed across the grass to the cruising area, Ade kept groping my arse & grinding the plug in my cunthole! " Mmm you're making me wanna jump on any dick right now" I said. He smiled & said "That's why you're my favourite slut". We entered the wooded area, there were some lamp post that gave a dim light in parts through the thick leafy canopy, we found a spot by a tree just off the path. I took my top off & Ade tucked it in the top of his shorts, he eased out the plug, my cunthole made a sloppy pop & I sucked it clean before he put it in his pocket. I had my face buried in Ade's ripe hairy pit sniffing in his potent masculine smell with my back arched & arse out when the first guy came along. He was topless & wearing joggers. In the dim light I could see he was good looking, early 40's shaved head, dark stubbed & a gorgeous hairy muscular torso. He asked Ade if I was his slut, his accent sounded Greek. I grabbed the growing bulge in his joggers & said I was everyone's slut! Abe told him to enjoy my sloppy hole & he did. He dropped his joggers & fingered my hole while stroking his big hard uncut hairy dick. I bent over & lent against the tree & he started to slide his dick in me. It felt so good & it mate my cunthole squelch as he plowed into me. Ade flopped his massive dick out & fed it too me as he watched the guy fucking me hard, his hand groped my pec as i sucked & he started playing with my nipple. I started groaning as the pleasure flowed deep inside me. As the Greek guy slid his hands up my body to take over playing with my nipples another bloke came over, at first I could only see his big solid hairy leg & a big bulge in his shorts. He came round to my left side & I lifted my head to look at him, he was talking his top off & revealed a very hairy solid stocky body & big strong arms. I took one hand off the tree & groped his bulge as I asked him for a taste. He got out his big fat uncut dick & huge hairy balls & told me to suck it hard in his strong Northern Irish accent. I groaned with pleasure as I feasted on his dick. Greek guy was working my arse & nipples hard when he said he was getting close. I took the dick out of my mouth & begged him to breed me! I got back to sucking dick & Ade reminded him " no pulling out". Greek guy thrust harder & harder his hands now gripping my hips firmly! He groaned loudly as he thrust in balls deep, his big fat dick pumping hard inside me. I stopped sucking as I groaned with pleasure at feeling him inside me. I reached down to my shorts & got my wet dick out, I rubbed my pre cum around my swollen bell end & I started shootings my load. When Greek stopped filling me with cum he slowly started pulling out. I asked Irish to breed me & he wasted no time. He rammed his big fat uncut dick in me as I started sucking greek guys dick clean. Irish guy was going at hard & deep. His big balls slapping hard against mine. He plowed me hard for about 3 or 4 minutes then bred his huge load inside me! I could feel the big powerful squirts of his warm cum in my guts, I reached between my legs & groped his big hairy balls & begged for all his cum. He was still hard when he stopped cumming, he said he could cum again so I told him to empty his balls in me. There was now a very hung fit scally watching & a big muscular tattooed guy with a very fat very wet uncut dick. Both wanking hard as they watched, Looked at the big tattooed guy and opened my mouth. He came over, grabbed my head & in his Eastern European accent told me to take him deep as he shoved in his dick. His dick slid down my throat making me choke a few times. Irish guy thrust hard in me again saying he was cumming! I felt him squirting again but this time his cum was leaking out of my cunthole dripping off my balls & down my legs. As he pulled out some of his load gushed out too. The Scally said he was close & rammed his huge dick in me, he was thrusting deep in my guts, I got the cock out of my mouth & told the scally to breed his load deep in me, put ur baby in my belly fella! He thrust hard & climaxed loudly! His dick pumped hard inside me & he'd definitely impregnated me. Eastern European guy filled and stretched my hole and plowed me hard making my arse squelch & splutter for about 5 minutes then he roared as he bred another massive load in me like the Irish guy earlier. Ade was wanking hard and as the guy pulled out he plunged his thick 10" uncut black bull dick in my cunthole & started pumping his thick load in me. I was now ready for a sloppy group fucking.

This is why I keep talking about how we fuck the whole man. The man uses his dick and his body and his mind to fuck and breed and own another man.

sucked off some random guy in an alley. he approached me cause I look like an obvious cocksucking faggot. said "hey baby you looking ?"n grabbed his cock. I said maybe n he grabbed my hand n put it on his semi-hard cock. did I mention we were dt on Yonge street in the middle of the day? so I said "I wanna swallow your cock" he said lets go n i walked him to an alley went behind a dumpster n he said "get on your knees n suck my cock slut"I got right down and milked his cock with my throat and mouth in about 5 minutes. swallowed his load to the last delicious drop and sucked his cock clean.he said "that was great. thanks" n left. no names.no numbers.no email address. I love how random men on the street know I will just get down on my knees and suck their cock or let them fuck me no questions asked. they take one look. know I'm a faggot. know I'm a bareback cumdump and know I'm probably super easy.

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!!”

I'm an innkeeper. The best job if you like having sex at work 😂

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

Well, it seems to be a rite of passage, getting suspended and blocked. Glad you're back and able to post again. I'm looking forward to reading how this story continues.

Moderator's Note: We are going to treat the stories in this thread as fictionalized accounts based on real-life occurrences. Creaming boy bums. Pt1 These will be a series of shortish stories about boy bottoms who are all of legal age in the country they reside in, and my times in them The older / younger thing was never a big thing for me until the first time a boy called me Daddy as I filled his hot little arse with my spunk, after that I dedicated myself to the pursuit of cute little twinks and showing them the excitement of getting used by older men. A week after that encounter it was late on a Friday night or early on a Saturday morning as I was cruising myself round the areas of a well known sauna in New Cross of London, the Sauna is still there but its had a bit of a makeover, back in the day it was a sleazy little pit that just attracted dirty old geezers like myself. I rounded the corner near the steam room and saw a daddy bear just like myself feeding a cute little blond athletic twink from a hip flask as he groped the naked kid, the guy winked at me as I looked at the boy seeing his pupils were dilated as fuck. The bear kissed and bit the lads neck leaving a big love bite, grinning at me he nodded towards the ‘private’ shag sheds “wanna share it?”, my own fat cock was tenting my towel as I smirked “fuck yeah”. Once in the room we had the boy on his knees sucking and licking our fat pieces as we pushed his head from side to side onto our dicks, I grunted as I forced my dick into the kids throat “names Alan pal”, the other guy moved the boys face onto my cock, “Joe here, so you a chicken hawk too?”. I have to admit I’d heard the phrase before but had little knowledge of what it was, I raised my eyebrows making Joe laugh “an older top into getting twink boi pussy?”. It was my turn to laugh “Jesus fuck yeah”. “wot did ya give him?, Joe giggled as his fat piece moved in and out of the lads cute little arse “just a little bit of booze and some ‘happy chems’ to make it horny”, I watched as Joes dick fucked the boys arse, you could see how the boys pussy was tight as with every pull out Joe’s dick dragged the twinks arse lips with it. The lads body bent over a bench was drenched in sweat as Joe rode the butt to new heights before slamming in “that’s it you little slut take daddy’s spooge”, Joe pulled out leaving the kids hole red and gaping, a little bit of his spunk dribbled out “wanna go on the slut?”, I really didn’t need to answer as my fat eight inch log was hard as a rock. I pushed it up the twink making him groan a bit before Joe held poppers to the kids nose while covering the lads mouth with his hand, “give it to him hard, rip him apart”, like I needed any encouragement as the boys twat was sweet and still fairly tight, I smiled as I held onto the twinks hips and ploughed his bum like there was no tomorrow, the kid moaned and groaned now and again as I assaulted his ring piece with my cock, but joe just poppered the lad up. When I came up the boy, shooting nice and deep I gripped the kids bubble cheeks hard enough to leave bruises, well I am sure it did, not that I saw. Joe and I left the ‘shag shed’ leaving the boy bent over the fuck bench, needless to say as we left a troop of dirty old geezers matched into the shed and I remember hearing the guttural sounds as a throat and bum of a boy were taken yet again. Joe grinned at me “ we work well together eh?”, I smiled back at him “sure do I like a partner on the hunt”, and at that point a cute little skinhead shyly walked by us.

I asked my daddy top what he prefers because he always praises my bi hole being tight (he’s the only one who gets it). He said he can’t get enough of my tight hole but it’d only get better if it got bigger and looser. It has worked open a bit since January and when I’m fucking her and she’s buzzed, passing out, I three finger my hole, thinking of daddies cum shooting in me, as I fuck to shoot my cum mixed with his DNA into her dumb middle aged hole (I’m 10 years her junior).

19 in long snake, not too thick. Working on my depth for a while.

But the real question.. which one of our former , or future presidents was most likely to be found in a sling in a bathhouse?

It's 7PM when I get to my older brother's condo in L.A. Steve has made dinner, which is cool. I'll say this for my big brother, he's got his shit together! He's got this great job in entertainment and a really sweet place. I'm out here trying to see if I can use his connections to find a gig. We spend the evening catching up. Steve has always been there for me and it's nice to chat with him again in-person. After dinner we hang out and share a joint. He's all fancy with his weed. Me, I hit the bong at home. I've known Steve was gay ever since we were kids. It never bothered me. He's always been just a cool older brother who would sneak me beers and shit. We're getting pretty high and I ask if he's seeing anyone. He tells me about this dude named Sam. They've been fucking, apparently for a few months and Steve is kinda into him. My boy is quite the aggressive top, it seems. We talk pretty freely about our conquests to each other. I wish I could get away with some of the stuff the gays can get away with. Sometimes you just want rough fuck. I hit the head. Damn, even Steve's bathroom is fancy. When I get back my brother is just in his jockstrap on the couch taking a hit off the weed. Guess I know what he wants. We started fooling around back in his college days. I figured if he liked sucking cock, why not let him. I'd go up there and stay with him some weekends. I told you, he's always been there for me. The thing was, there was just the one bed always. I made him blow me a few times and then we'd have to sleep together in his bed. I sleep naked. One night after a lot of beers and a BJ, we're laying there together. Out of nowhere he starts stroking my cock again. It feels amazing. He's got his back to me and starts rubbing his ass on my dick. That was the first time I fucked my brother raw in his ass. The sensation was amazing! Better than any pussy. And no rubber. Over time it became a regular thing with us and I felt safe experimenting. So did he. It's kinda' our thing now. Don't get me wrong -- I date women and love pussy. I've never been attracted to guys at all. But my brother and I get to fuck together and he lets me really get into it. He likes it when I pin him down, slap him around and call him my faggot fuck hole. That really gets him off. Walking into the living room now and seeing him in nothing but a jockstrap, I know we're in for a little fun.

I dump my second load of the night into Sam. I honestly didn't think I had two full loads in me, especially after that first round I loaded him with with not even an hour before. But he just sat on my dick, with my last load still in his guts, and went to town. I've been fucking this guy pretty regularly for a few months now. He's a little bit older by a couple of years, but really submissive and into being worked over by my dick pretty well. I think I'm starting to like this guy. But I can't believe I just told him about my brother! We never speak of that to anyone - ever. But it looks like it turned him on. The little pig. "Do you have any pics of him," Sam asks as we're lying there catching our breath. I grab my phone and start swiping. We couldn't be more different, Travis and I. At 5'9" I'm 165lbs with a swimmers build. My straight brother is worked out with bigger muscles that he likes to wrestle me to the ground with. Sam is quite taken by the photos. It really started between my brother and I when I was in college. He was up visiting one weekend. I had grabbed us some beers and we were hanging out in my dorm getting drunk. He was going on about how horny he was and how he wanted to find some college girls to use. I was saying how difficult it must be with women because of all the drama and courting you've got to do just to get laid. He agreed and said how much easer it must be to be with guys. Before I knew it he had his dick out next to me and was stroking it. I was confused but, whatever. He then said something I'll never forget. My younger brother said, "suck me off queer." We were completely drunk but I was like, "no way!" It was then that he grabbed my head and pulled it down onto his hard dick and said, "suck." I don't know what possessed me, but I obeyed and completely started blowing my straight brother there in my dorm. He leaned back and watched me go to work on his uncut dick, slurping around it. It didn't take long for him to erupt. His hand came down on the top of my head to keep it on his dick, forcing me to swallow his cum -- which I was going to do anyway, happily. When the last of his jizz was in my throat I sat up - completely hard myself. And then, in my drunken haze I did something almost on instinct but completely unexpected. I kissed my brother on the mouth. He didn't flinch. And when I pulled back he licked the side of his mouth where some of his come had come off from my lips. He didn't say anything but stood up to grab another beer. I was laying there, drunk, confused, hard and horny.

Part 16 - January 2019 New Year Darren eventually surfaced at 10am on January 1st, feeling more optimistic about his future he just needed to hold this job down. He had a text come in and opening it he smiled, Sam had wished him a happy new year and was looking forward to seeing him. Instantly his cock reacted thinking about him, he still couldn't believe how nice the guy was towards him even after finding out about his past. It had crossed his mind if Sam was attracted to him, he hoped so since he found him nice and very sexually alluring. His mother never asked how he contracted hiv, but then she never really showed much interest in him and wanted him out having done her bit raising him. In many ways he felt alone and that was what was driving him now to change his life and move away. His little group of friends were nearly all dating or shagging a bird when they weren't drinking or getting stoned. Seeing less and less of them really allowed him to take a look at himself, looking in the mirror he wanted to change in so many ways and decided he would start with a new haircut and tidy himself up. He quite fancied a spikey haircut instead of the mess he currently saw in the mirror and decided that tomorrow he would go in to town and see what the hairdresser could do. Byron insisted on taking Stefan's parents car to the station to meet Sam, Stefan's Porsche was not really designed for 3 people and even Byron felt uncomfortable sat in it. The train pulled in and Sam appeared at the exit where they hugged uncontrollably excited to see each other. The three of them spent most of the day walking along the Malvern Hills enjoying the winter sunshine and catching up. Byron and Stefan broke the news that they had brought a house in Oxford which was close enough to London for Byron and also where Stefan's family business was located, they would be moving there in late February. The move was planned to allow Byron time before he was starring in Top Hat in the west end from May. He had been finally cast in the leading role after his success with Louise and Patti and really getting noticed by many producers. Sam was also going to be in the cast for a few months as he wanted to improve his tap dance ability, they would both be starting rehearsals in February. "So you two are really doing this then?" Sam asked as they reached the top of a hill. Byron laughed "Yeah, I know it is strange but I can't see myself living without him" he replied looking at Stefan. "Sexless marriage" Sam giggled "Let me know how that works out" he said looking at Byron and Stefan. Stefan smiled "Not entirely sexless" he replied catching the surprised look on Sam's face. Sam stopped "Don't tell me you have flipped over" he asked Stefan chuckling. "Not entirely" Stefan replied putting his arm around Sam's shoulder "But I can see why you enjoy it the oral sex, he is good a blowing me". Sam shook his head in bewilderment "I give you a year before you totally switch sides" he laughed. The following day they headed in Malvern town and Stefan was taking Sam around whilst Byron sorted out some personal business for his parents, he agreed to meet the guys in an hour in the coffee shop, Sam laughed joking that his shopping usually took longer than hour. Byron walked out of the bank having completed everything in record time, he made his way over to the coffee shop. There were a few people in front of him so he texted Stefan to say he was done and getting a coffee. Stefan replied telling him he had no idea how long they would be as Sam was a crazy window shopper. Byron chuckled looking up from his phone and found himself face to face with Darren holding his coffee looking at him "Byron" he said. "Darren" Byron said taking a step back and trying not to show any emotion or fear of him. They nearly didn't recognise each other "You look different" Darren said. Byron fumbled putting his phone away "So do you" he replied quietly thinking how sexy Darren now looked. "What do you want Darren?" Byron asked his mouth going dry. Darren looked around quickly "What the fuck did you do to me?" he said looking him in the eyes angrily. Byron gulped unsure what he was going to do "I'm sorry but you were going to..." he started saying. His words cut off by the barista "Can I help you?" she called over to Byron. Darren looked back at her "I will sit over there you better join me" Darren said warning Byron and walking off. Byron ordered his coffee and nervously kept looking back over his shoulder where Darren sat. He was in in two minds to send a message to Stefan since he had no idea what Darren was about to do, it was the first time he had seen Darren since the incident on the Malvern hills. He stopped himself and looked back at Darren quickly, he was not even looking just staring out of the window watching the world go past. He knew he could get just walk right on out and not face Darren. No, he was done running from him and he couldn't face having to look over his shoulder with the guilt of what happened. Byron collected his coffee and approached the table taking the seat opposite Darren he sat down fixing his gaze on him. Darren turned to face Byron "You not scared of me or what I will do?" he asked. Byron just stared at him "No" he finally replied sipping his coffee still staring at him. Darren stared at Byron "I wanted to destroy you and make you suffer after what you did" he said. "What I did?" Byron asked in a surprised voice and shook his head "I protected myself from getting raped". Byron looked down "I was angry with you and... I just don't know where it came from Darren" he said. "So you gave me what you have?" Darren said becoming emotional. "Do you think the years of misery you put me through were great?" Byron asked putting his cup down. Darren looked out of the window "You think giving me this for life is fun?" he asked looking back at Byron in anger. "Someone told me you can only push people so far before they break" Darren said eyeing him carefully. Byron sat back in his chair "So what then?" he asked "You want to go outside and put an end to it?". Darren shook his head smirking "Oh this is never going to end Byron" he said "not after what you did". "I hoped you would have got the message last time you tried taking me down" Byron said standing up to leave. "Sit down" Darren said sharply then smirked "please". "Fuck, what is it with you Darren?" Byron asked confused by the way Darren was acting. Darren shook his head "Do you really hate me that much?" he asked watching Byron. Byron looked at his cup "I don't know" he said "I just don't understand you, or why we are here". "Did you know you had it when you raped me?" Darren asked gazing out the window. Byron was not about to start lying to him "Yes, but I..." He started before he was cut off. "So you knew what you were doing then" Darren stated "did you get off on it?" he asked Byron. Byron pushed his cup away "No, I sat on the doorstep after and cried" he said truthfully looking down. "I so wanted to get back at you" Darren stated smirking "but you would probably enjoy me raping you" he said. Byron was at a complete loss now "Are you after revenge?" he asked turning his cup around on the table. Darren looked at him for a moment then gazed out the window "I could go to the police" he replied. "I don't really care what you do Darren" Byron replied "nothing compares to what you have put me through". Darren smirked again "I could ruin your life going public with what you did" he said turning to face Byron. "Don't you mean continue to ruin it?" Byron asked questioning him. "Your dancing and singing" Darren said seeing Byron's surprised look "I see you in the papers". "You do?" Byron said "What out of morbid curiosity?" he asked in a surprised voice. Darren gazed out of the window again "How the famous can fall so easily" he finally said after a moments silence. Byron felt sick inside knowing Darren had him "Blackmail?" he asked too frightened to look at Darren. Darren shrugged and wiped his eyes "That is one way" he replied still staring out of the window. "I'm sorry Darren" Byron said lowering his voice "I was beyond angry with you that day". "I gathered by you overpowering me so easily" Darren replied "I thought I could still take you down". Darren faced Byron "Is it because of me, you know your body?" he asked thinking he sounded like a pervert. Byron shook his head "No, I needed to build strength for my work, but I got so in to it" he replied. Darren looked out of the window "At least your parents supported you that much I saw" he said sadly. "At least you had real parents" Byron said looking at him. Darren scoffed "You had it so easy growing up, my parents didn't give a shit" he replied upset. Byron looked at Darren "They are my foster parents Darren, they adopted me properly at 14" he said. Now Darren was stumped "Sorry" he said "I never knew that and thought you were from the posh end of Malvern". They sat in silence for a moment "Now you have made me feel really bad about what I did" Darren said apologising. Byron finished his coffee and Darren stood up "Coffee?" he asked picking Byron's cup up off the table. Byron nodded and thanked him watching as he walked over to the counter. He sounded and looked like Darren apart from this new funky haircut that really suited him. He was still conflicted and confused seeing a completely different person from the last time they had encountered each other. Gone was the aggressive and abusive nature, what struck him most was that for once he didn't smell of weed and actually seemed to have cleaned himself up in many ways. Irrelevant of how he looked now, Byron knew that it was still Daz, Dazza or Darren depending on who you spoke to. Darren returned placing a fresh coffee in front of Byron "Thanks" he said watching Darren sit down. "Honestly I thought you would have bolted when we met" Darren said pausing "I'm glad you didn't". Byron looked at him "How so?" he asked trying to find the words needed. Darren looked down at his coffee "You have me I can see that" he said. "I don't hate you Darren" Byron replied "I just don't know you and you never allowed anyone to get to know you". "Apart from you there is only one person I told who knows what happened" Darren said looking at Byron. Byron leaned forward "I thought you was going to get your gang and come after me" he said concerned. Darren shook his head "Use to hang out on the estate with them" he said "but they are all pot heads". Byron looked at him "And you?" he asked "are you still smoking weed or whatever it was?". Darren shook his head "Not any more" he replied shyly "I kept getting sick" he said facing to Byron. "Fuck" Byron said putting his head in his hands "I'm so sorry Darren, really I am" he apologised profusely. Darren shrugged his shoulders "It's done Byron nothing can ever take it away" he said wiping his eyes. Darren could see Byron was almost in tears "I pushed you on the wrong day" he said almost laughing. Byron now looked even more confused "So the other person do they know as much as me?" he asked. "Yes" Darren replied nodding "they don't know who it was though I keep your identity secret". "Darren" Byron sat up "Will we ever put this whole thing between us to rest?" he asked. Darren stared out the window "Maybe" he replied casually "eventually we could". "I wish we could have got to know each other properly" Byron said watching Darren. Darren gave Byron a wicked grin "I want to rape you" he said "to get even first of all". Byron sat there speechless trying to figure out if Darren was in fact gay "Retaliation?" he asked. Darren stared at him then nodded "Yes" he replied and laughed "You changed the balance of power that day". "Let me guess, you don't like it that way?" Byron suggested watching Darren nod and hearing is phone ping. Darren studied him reading his message then shaking his head "Something wrong?" he asked. "No Stefan and my friend are running behind, I am meeting them in here" Byron replied putting his phone down. "Your still friends with Stefan then?" Darren asked "Is he still protecting you?" he smiled. Byron looked up "We are getting married" he replied seeing the surprised look appear on Darren's face. "I didn't think he was gay, thought you were just friends" Darren said in a shocked tone. Byron laughed "He isn't gay" he paused "hard to explain really" he said. "That is bizarre, not gay but your getting married?" Darren asked unable to comprehend this. Byron nodded "I don't know how to explain it, we love each other in a different way" he said. Darren looked at the time "Sorry I should go before they arrive" he said standing up. "I am really sorry Darren" Byron said "I hope we can patch things up if you want that" he pleaded. Darren looked down at him "Sure" he said "I am going to fuck you though" he turned to leave. He felt horrid about what he had done, strangely though he did wonder if what he did had completely changed Darren. He wished they could take back all those years and been friends with him. Outside Stefan and Sam approached the coffee shop talking, Darren slipped through the door and walked in the opposite direction from them. They found Byron sat at the table looking deep in thought. Sam went to fetch the coffees whilst Stefan walked over and sat down with Byron. "Penny for them" Stefan said startling Byron. "What?" he replied returning back to the room "sorry just had the strangest half an hour with Daz". Stefan looked at him "Did he touch you?" he asked almost angrily. "No, he was quite the opposite" Byron replied "completely different Stefan". Sam sat down and handed Byron another coffee "God I am going to be pissing for England later" he laughed. Byron began to recount his conversation to them. Sam knew about this bully from brief chats whilst they were at Mountview. Byron told Sam the rest including the day on the Malvern hills where he finally snapped. Sam sat there looking shocked pondering if this was the same guy he met in London. "What did you say his name was?" Sam asked interrupting Bryon. Byron looked at him "Darren or Daz as his gang called him at school" he said. Sam shook his head "You only ever referred to him as Daz" he said "does he have tattoos?" he asked. Byron nodded "Yes, quite muscular and about my height" he replied "but I don't think he is gay". Sam looked at them both "I met a Darren in London you remember the guy I told you about in Costa?". Byron nodded "Fuck, do you think it is the same Darren?" he asked "where does he live?". "I don't know" Sam replied "can't possibly be the same one he has a job in London" he said. Byron nodded "Yeah this Darren doesn't have a job" he said. "Where is he from?" Stefan asked putting his cup down. Sam looked at both of them then giggled "Not again Sam" Stefan said "you really need to talk to guys your picking up". All of them reached the conclusion that this was not the same person as they appeared to be worlds apart from the one they knew individually. Sam got down to spending a few days out of the city and enjoying the almost country life of Malvern, hiking every day with Byron with Stefan in the crisp winter days was exhilarating and refreshing. Sam sat there the last night chatting with Stefan's mother trying to persuade her to talk to his class at the academy, eventually she agreed and also promised to given them some acting lessons. Sam was sleeping in his own bedroom that was previously Byron's when he stayed at Stefan's, lying in bed he caught up on his emails. Flicking over to the message app he sent one to Darren 'Hey, come down next weekend and stay, we can go house hunting', his other hand playing with this cock thinking about Darren as he sent the message. Darren responded saying he would come down Saturday morning but Sam suggested Friday early evening and he was surprised to see he agreed with a smiling face emoji. Darren smiled as he walked across the Flowers estate that late evening towards home. Hearing his name suddenly called out he looked across the playground and saw Leo walking towards him. The scrawny 28 year old estate dealer was the last person he wanted to see having avoided him for months now. Leo was marginally taller than Darren, skinny and gobby he was one of the most feared people on the estate and Darren never knew why that was. "Dazza where you been mate?" Leo asked approaching him "shit you gone all queer?" he said looking at Darren. Darren nodded "Leo" he continued to walk not wanting to engage Leo in conversation. "You haven't brought anything from me for a while" Leo said "where you getting your stuff from?". Darren stopped and looked at him "I'm clean Leo" he said. Leo laughed in his face "Come on, I got some good shit here, give you a discount" he said pulling a bag out. "No thanks" Darren replied about to walk off until Leo grabbed his arm. "Rumour has it you go the sexual health clinic" Leo said smirking at him "what did you get?" he asked. Darren shook his hand away and ignored the comment "Don't come near me again" he said calmy and walked off. Leo laughed "You will be back" he said shaking the bag loudly "ass fucker" he mumbled. Darren heard him and turned around "What did you say?" he said walking back towards Leo angrily. He only managed 5 meters before Leo turned and bolted off across the playground. Darren stood there watching Leo wondering if he knew of Darren's sexuality, he couldn't possibly he said to himself. One thing he did know was Leo would not drop the subject quickly and use it to taunt Darren at any opportunity.

I remember my dad used to shower with me when I was real young. He showed me what his dick looked like hard, brown, thick cut meaty and I remember watching him soap it up and down until he came. He never touched my dick but he definitely soaped up my body and made my little boy dick hard. I always thought maybe he knew I was going to be gay even then and was testing the waters while my memory was still kind of solidifying since those times are fuzzy in my mind, but I definitely know it happened and I wish he would have taught me more. I always imagines having a kid would be a great bonding experience myself

“Nah, I’m not right now. Just playing the field” I said, leaving it ambiguous. Changing the subject, I said “Let’s take a look and see if we can do something about this beast.” He was my go-fer, finding tools and helping out. We changed oil and oil filter, cleaned the air filter that looked like it had been soaked in oil and kicked around a dirt field all day, and replaced the plugs. I could tell that the carb was going to need some TLC when we took the air filter off, but crossed my fingers and started it up. It was definitely better than when he brought it in, but still not like it should be. A little probing more and I found some other issues that were gonna require more parts to get it running right. I looked over a few other things and found some stuff that worried me. “Louis, does this thing handle like a pig?” I asked. “I don’t know, why?” he asked concerned. “The wheel bearings are shot, look at how the front wheel wobbles. And this belt is all cracked. You shouldn’t be riding this thing until we get those fixed. It’s gonna kill you like this. Let’s make a list of parts we need and then I’ll pick them up” I told him seriously. “Fuck. I guess I’m taking the bus back home. It’s after nine on a Saturday night, that should be interesting” he said. “I can give you a ride home, don’t worry.” I replied. “Really? You did a lot for me already. Dinner is on me then” Louis said back in a happy and eager tone. I laughed. “I can’t go anywhere like this. They’d even throw me out of Mickey D’s” I said. “No problem, I’ll make burgers or something at my place. You can even shower there” he replied. “How can I refuse?” I said back with a grin. My cock was grinning too and starting to strain my jockstrap under my shorts. “Can you close the door? I need to change clothes and don’t want to give the neighborhood a show” I asked. Louis closed the door and as it hit the ground I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall. I stepped out of them and then folded and laid them on the bench. I was standing there in nothing but my bulging jockstrap and leather boots and I could sense Louis looking at me. I had never been shy being naked around other guys. While I might not be a model, I thought I looked pretty good. “Damn” I heard him say as I bent over and untied the boots before taking them off and then sliding my jeans back on, stuffing my plump cock inside. “What?” I asked. “Uh… more ink” he said, stumbling for words. I knew what might have thrown him but decided to be coy. “You like the serpent wrapped around my leg?” I asked. “Uh, yeah. But the other one…” his voice trailed off. He had obviously seen the tattoo of interlocked male symbols on my ass. “Oh yeah. My first tattoo. When I just turned 18 and was out and proud” I replied. “You’re gay? You don’t seem like a guy that would be uh…” he said, shocked. “Queer? Not every gay guy matches the stereotype. I could take you places and show you the real breadth of gay guys in the city and you’d be surprised. I hope it doesn’t change how you think of me” I said. “Oh no, I didn’t mean it that way. I was just really surprised” he said apologetically.

Saturday afternoon rolled around and I finished up all the stuff we needed to get done on the job site to be ready for the truckload of windows that was arriving. I looked at my phone and it said 2:15PM. I went home and showered and even cleaned my ass out. I wanted to be prepared for anything that might happen. I liked the sweaty stink from working all morning, but wasn’t sure Louis would be into it. It hit me again as I was getting dressed that I was getting way ahead of myself. Nothing was probably going to happen. Having not fucked in almost a month was letting my little head do most of the thinking. I rode over to the garage where I store and work on my bikes. It belongs to a friend from high school who got rid of his car and lets me use it for bike storage. He also stores some stuff in there, but I pretty much took over most of it. I opened the door and wheeled the Honda in and parked it behind one of the two other bikes I own - a 1975 BMW that my grandfather bought new. I restored it back to perfect condition the year after he died. It always draws looks and surprises the BMW faithful every time they see a guy like me riding it around. My other bike was completely different. It was a Yamaha R1 that I bought off a friend before he killed himself on it. He had dropped it several times and it was in pretty rough shape. I fixed most of the plastic and painted it so it looked decent but everyone knew it wasn’t stock, and it wasn’t. I moved some stuff around and made a spot for Louis’s bike. I had picked up a few maintenance things for his bike (a Harley Sportster 1200) so I was ready to do more than just stare at Louis’s sexy body. The garage had one big problem with it - there were no windows to let in air to cool it down. There was just one opening and that was the big door. Someone had even blocked up the back door with concrete block like the rest of the walls. The more I cleaned the more I sweated. I pulled my shirt off and hung it to dry and swapped my jeans for some baggy shorts. Almost exactly at four PM, I heard the familiar rumble of the v-twin come down the alley. I saw Louis pull up to the open door and look in. I waved, motioning him to pull into the empty spot. He turned the bike off and I was happy to hear silence. The open pipes I found annoying but even worse was how the bike sounded. I’m sure it ran like crap and even the old BMW could probably outrun it. Louis got off the bike, wearing typical Harley gear - sunglasses, a HD dealer t-shirt, jeans (with wallet and chain) and some logo Harley boots that looked like they were fresh out of the box. “Hey, welcome to my man cave” I said. “Thanks. I hope we can get it running better. It died four times on my way over” Louis said as he looked around and added “Are these yours?” “Yeah, its one of my vices” I replied with a sly grin. “Uh, grab something to drink out of the fridge and have a seat, we gotta let it cool down before we work on it. I’m not into branding from hot engine parts” I told him pointing at the bar stool in front of the workbench. Louis grabbed a bottle of water and sat down and we chatted for a while. I found out he was a computer geek for some small company, he had an apartment further north almost out of the city, and he was two years younger than me. We shared a joint which I hoped would loosen him up. Just as I was about to suggest working on the bike he started asking about my tattoos. I told him when I got each and why I got them. When there was lull, I then asked him about his. “Well, I have wanted one for a while but my last girlfriend was against it. She kept complaining about my beard and how she hated it when we kissed or I…” Louis said before looking down at his feet and then finishing with “went down on her” looking completely embarrassed. “I’ve ended relationships because of it. If you want me, you get the beard, the hair, the attitude, everything” I said. Louis nodded. “Yeah, she even trimmed my chest hair and pubes. When we had a big fight over the tattoo I realized she didn’t want me, she wanted to turn me into some other guy. So a few months ago I dumped her” he told me. “Good, I never understood people doing shit like that” I replied. “So what about you? Are you seeing anyone?” Louis asked innocently.

PART 10 – DALTON THE SLAMPIG I pulled the plunger back, and Dalton’s rig turned deep crimson. “I’m getting a register,” I explained. “When the rig goes red like that, you know the needle is right where it belongs—in your bloodstream. OK, buddy: are you ready for this?” “No,” he said with a quiet whimper. “Too fuckin’ bad. I’m gonna push this payload into your vein now, buddy—tell me if it stings, OK?” I love the ritual of slamming: plunging the meth into the vein, sliding the needle out, unstrapping the bicep, and running my tongue across the injection site. Dalton’s first slam was small—just a 0.2—but he still coughed, and his chest heaved as each dark wave of slam-hunger swept over him. I immediately buried my face in his fuckhole, spreading his jockbutt and pushing my tongue as deep as I could, feeling the heat of the slam as it radiated through his insides. “Jesus. Fuck.” He said between deep, heaving breaths. “What the fuck. Are you doing.” I pulled my face away from his pulsing hole just long enough to reply. “I’m eating this hungry little pussy, that’s what.” “It’s. Fucking. Weird. I don’t. Like it.” “Yeah? Then what’s happening here?” I took a break from eating his hole to grab his cock and give it a little shake, sending beads of precum in every direction. I scooped up as much of that jizz as I could, mixing it with a handful of our Tina-laced lube and pushing three of my slicked-up fingers into his hole. He made no effort to resist this time: his guttural moans, loud and unapologetic, kept time with each thrust of my fingers. Then, without warning, I pulled out, and he practically squealed from the sudden emptiness in his fuckhole. I was leaning over him, staring down into his eyes, and he looked back at me in quiet desperation. “Do you want something, buddy?” I asked, letting the tips of my fingers brush against his slammed-up cunt. “I can’t read your mind, slampig. Tell me what you want.” “I want—um—“ “Tell me what you want, slampig.” “I, um, want your fingers.” “You do?” “Yes. Please.” “OK, but you need to do something for me first.” “Tell me. Please.” “Repeat after me: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “Um—“ “Say it, faggot.” “Dude. No.” “No?” “No. I’m not a fuckin’ faggot.” “Then no more fuckin’ fingers, buddy.” “Dude! Please!” “Then repeat after me, you fuckin’ lil' bitch: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “No, motherfucker. I’m not a fag.” I turned to Jesse. “OK, we need to step this up a few notches. You have that second slam?” He nodded, then flashed an evil grin. “This one’s…a little bigger. Can I administer this time?” “Fuck yeah,” I replied. “I’ll just keep teasing this faggot’s cunt while you plunge some more meth into his vein.” Jesse went right to work. He tied the strap to Dalton’s bicep, inserted the needle, pulled back a dark-red plume of blood, and pushed a fat 0.4 hit into Neighbor Boy’s bloodstream. This time, Dalton erupted in an extended coughing fit, his chest heaving massively as Brian played with our brand-new slampig’s rock-hard nips. “This kid’s so high he’s fuckin’ cross-eyed,” my husband said with an approving growl. Meanwhile, I began smacking the head of my raw cock against Dalton’s pulsing, spasming, slammed-up hole. “You need something in your ass, buddy?” I asked, my dick tracking a wide circle around his aching cunt. “Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Then you know what to say.” He looked at me for a moment, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. I gave him a little nod. “You can do it, buddy. Tell me what you are.” "I'm—um—" "What are you?" “Dude, I’m a hungry fuckin’ faggot.” “Good boy.” “Please feed this faggot. Please.” “You want some dick in your pussy, you fuckin’ slammed-up faggot chemwhore?” “Yes I do. I want as much fuckin’ dick as I can get. Please. Fuck me. Fuck this faggot.” “Say, ‘Please, Daddy, fuck my faggot pussy.’” “Please, Daddy, please, please, please fuck my faggot pussy.” “Are you gonna be a good boy tonight?” “Yes, Daddy.” “If you’re a good boy, then you’ll earn another slam. Would you like that?” “Fuck yes, Daddy. I want to earn another slam. ” “If you're a good faggot, you’ll get everything you want, and more. I promise.” “I want to be a good faggot, Daddy.” “You already are, boy.” And with that, I shoved my poz dick into the warmth and hunger of Dalton’s slammed-up hole.

CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...

This morning I had planned to hookup with a nasty leather master. I was clean and ready to serve. I'm a nasty cumpig and didn't want to waste a perfectly clean hole so I went hunting online. A guy I had met at a couple parties but never fucked around with told me he wanted to tear up my ass. He has a very thick nine inch cock attached to a nice furry body. Two emails later he was knocking on the door. He pulled out his dick and pushed me to my knees. After I sucked his dick into a raging beast he bent me over the sofa and starting eating my furry ass. He stood up and I could feel the thick head of his monster pressing against my pucker. He told I had better take a hit of poppers then he spit on his dick. I told him he was gonna need more than spit. He ignored me and I hit the poppers. I was just starting to feel the rush when he stabbed all nine inches into me in one violent push. My hole was burning but he pushed my head into the cushion and pounded me until his breathing became ragged and I felt the unmistakable sensation of a huge load filling my guts. After the first load he kept his still rock-hard cock in me. After he regained some control he started drilling my ass again. I was ecstatic to think I was gonna take two loads from this stud. He fucked my ass longer this time then asked if I was ready for another dirty load. I just bit the cushion and moaned. His cock swelled and I could feel it pulsing as more hot jets of spunk filled my ass. He pulled out and told me to clean his dick. I savored the taste of cum and ass juice on his cock as I tongue-cleaned his cock. Amazingly he started to get hard again and told me he was ready for round three. Back over the couch I bent and he slammed his dick back into my wet cummy manhole. He drained his nuts into me again. I dutifully cleaned his cock again, he dressed and left. I love making friends.