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Chapter 1: This is my first time writing a story, It is entirely fiction, but is loosely based off of a role-play session with another avid fan of this site. (feel free to skip the next two paragraphs of setup and jump to the good stuff) Hi, My name is Rick, and this is finally got the father-son bonds I didn't know I needed. I used to be a pretty muscular “dreamboat” back in my HS football days (6'3”, dark hair, blue eyes, and a broad muscular farmers frame), which let me get around as much as I wanted, but eventually resulted in a drunken three-way with my “beard” Barb and 9 months later my son Jason was born. we tried to give the domestic life thing a try, but it wasn't for either of us since we needing one or more other guys involved whenever we had sex (she was as much of a bottom slut as I am) and after a few years my second son Matt was born. Pretty sure he wasn't mine, but I was the only one of the 8 guys fucking us that night who could be tracked down afterward (But as he grew, he looked more and more like the “blond viking muscle god” with a 12” UC beercan cock who split his mom and me open the night Matt was conceived, kinda fitting since unlike me, neither of my boys were circumcised.). Around the time my oldest was starting high school, Barb met a rich black gentleman named Mike during another of out group sessions... Great guy, nice 8” cock and and a near insatiable sex drive, which is why I wasn't that surprised when they fell for each other, she divorced me, and they got married... but I was pretty broken up when they took the boys and moved over an hour away because he got an even better job... Barb and Mike made sure to keep me involved in my sons lives, and Mike made sure that none of them wanted for anything, so what kind of asshole would I be to try to break any of that up... which is probably why we drifted apart over time and I haven't even seen any of them in a few years. Cut to now, about a decade later, still single, still somehow neg, and at 45 I don't think I am much to look at these days; short dark hair, a big grizzly beard and a 5.5” cut cock I generously refer to as average... I passed dad bod a while ago and fully embraced the bear scene and the chub belly I had grown shortly after. I finally had saved up about 2 weeks vacation time from work that I had to use before it expired, but no real money to go on much of a trip anywhere, so I decided I would stay home, check with my weed dealer for anything above and beyond his normal “wares”, and take a nice Trip at home... He did not disappoint...a ounce of dank weed, 4 hits of molly, a 10 strip of Cid, and as a bonus (since he didn't want the risk of keeping it), a small bag with a few shards of T. I hadn't candy flipped in years but hadn't done T since before the boys were born... It is one thing I have no tolerance for, and even a little amount had me spun stupid, so it is where Barb had drawn the line. My vacation plans however were all about letting lose and hopefully getting fucked stupid so I while I was originally planning to trip balls and watch youtube. I was eager to see if T still had the same effects all these years later. (plus I had two-weeks, so why not?) My vacation started Friday morning, pretty standard stay-cation stuff... cleaned around the house, Posted a few quick connect ads, “Pressure wash” out my fuck-hole with the sure shot, put out the “good' sex toys... you know, the basics. I only got two different guys to respond to my ads. The first one ghosted and the second was a middle-aged middle eastern dude with an average body and a fairly thin 7” who shot two raw loads in my hole, BUT came and went in under 30 minutes so I was no where near satisfied (but at least I was well lubed). I smoked a few bowls of herb and debated what to do next... a molly and acid candy flip sounded tempting, but I hadn't done T in so long I couldn't resist. I didn't have a pipe for it though and I never could stand needles, so I went with the way I had done it the last time I had it, took one of the smaller pieces, and began working it into my cum filled ass. As it started to burn (forgot how much I liked that) I could feel my pulse quicken and I started breathing heavily and feeling an almost animalistic lust. I looked over at the sex toy collection I had layed out earlier, an assortment of dildos, plugs, and toys ranging from average sized to advanced fisting+ sized (with a few BDSM options in a bag just in case). I grabbed the smaller of my two double dildos (18” length, 6” around) and had worked almost half of it up my hole when it became clear to me that I “NEEDED” to try to find more guys who would fuck me so I went back to looking online for dick. I posted a new quick connect add, this time the chems clearly helping me let lose “Power bottom parTy bear, looking to get my ass fucked, filled, and fisted. BB only, neg and on prep here, w/s friendly”. (I know what I like) I had moved up from the double header to an 8” long 6.5 circ dildo when I got a response to my ad. Instinctively, I went to check the profile before seeing what he had to say... There were no face pics,only two fairly close up pics, one of his ass (muscled, perky, and perfect) and one of his 9” pierced uncut cock (YUM), which was about all I needed to see, but I skimmed the rest of his profile: 25, 6'1” brown hair, blue eyes, 38” waist 185 lbs, muscular (Woo-hoo); I looked down to his interests: BB, D/s, Fisting, sounding, W/S, raunch, role-play, groups, chubs, PNP, etc... (fucking jackpot)... so I eagerly went to read his message, “Hey there sexy daddy; saw your ad, and you sound just like the kind of parTy bottom slut I love, clear your schedule, I want to spend this weekend fucking, fisting, and filling your chempig hole”. My usual skepticism at a guy like that, wanting a weekend like that, with a guy like me was quickly dismissed as I replied with my phone and address before he quickly replied that he would be there in a little over an hour with the instructions “leave the door unlocked, put on a blindfold, and be waiting naked face-down ass-up, ready for his first load” fortunately, I had a relatively small house in the country with no nearby neighbors, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me when he opened the door. I smoked another bowl of herb and moved some of they toys to the living room so I would be ready when he got there. I put some W/S gangbang porn on the TV, and was grinding my hole on my hole on my 6” circ. Plug when I got a text from a blocked number “under 5 away, be ready, door unlocked, BLINDFOLD ON”. A rush of excitement washed over me as I threw a blanket over the hardwood floors and got down on it on all fours with my ass pointed towards the door... (plug still in) before I tied a bandanna on as a blindfold, The next few minutes felt like hours, but soon I heard the door open and shut before the sounds of him kicking off his shoes against the door (just like my sons used to) and throwing his clothes on the floor before he slapped the plug in my hole and said (in an obviously fake deep voice) “Aw yeah daddy, I love when a bottom slut is stretched out and ready for this poz monster cock” Between his dick pick, interests, and the chems in my system I hadn't even checked his status... I wasn't an active chaser, but with prep and a lucky history, it wouldn't have been a deal-breaker for me anyway I thought as he spoke again, “slammed in your driveway, we are gonna have some fucking nasty fun slut” I heard the crinkle of plastic before he placed a hand on the plug in my hole and said “Push it out” (still in the fake deep voice). The plug game out with a plop, but was quickly replaced with his face as he dove in and began eating my hungry hole. This kid had an amazing tongue and with how hungrily he was trying to dig deeper into my big hairy bear ass, it was clear he hadn't lied on his profile about being into bears/chubs (FUCK YEAH). He pulled back and said, “mmm, you still have someone elses load in you slut, I love chemwhores like you that come pre-lubed”. He then slid two fingers in and as he began moving them around, I began to feel a burn I recognized from a few hours earlier... he was working more T into my hole! I couldn't stop myself from grinding back against his hand, or letting a low hungry moan as I felt it kicking in... I coughed and was breathing way heavier than before. Whatever he had was was stronger than what I did I thought as I heard “Point two shard in there slut, you are gonna be begging for my toxic loads all night, and plenty more where that came from” FUCK I thought, that is way too much for me I tried to say, but all that came out was a mumbled moan as he worked in the rest of his fingers and began scraping whatever hadn't dissolved yet against my prostate. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head as my ass hungrily tried to suck his hand into me. I don't think my hole has ever been this hungry. I wanted to beg for more but all I could manage was grunts and moans. He pulled his hand out after a few minutes (still way too soon) but I soon felt the head of his cock pressing against my stretched hungry hole. His dick looked big in his profile pic, and if he hadn't just had his hand in me, there is no way I would have been ready for the beercan thick cock he was slowly pushing into my hungry tweaked out manpussy, I felt what I thought was his PA until it started burning again and I felt another wave of hunger as he pushed in and ground his bush against my stretched out hole, leaned forward and said “Fuck you feel good daddy, I put a little more T under my foreskin because I want to make sure I scratch us both up and breed you good daddy” I moaned in agreement, I had given up on being on all fours at this point and had my face pressed to the floor as he began to pick up the pace. He went from slowly working whole 9 inches of his baseball bat dick all the way out till only his piercing was still in my hole before plunging the entire length back in one quick thrust, each time trying to hit another spot inside me. When he was confident he had gotten my hole ready, he began began to full on “hate fuck” my hole with enough force that he was actually pushing my big assed-chub/bear self across the floor. “You want my toxic load slut” he grunted “God yes sit, I replied” “Beg for it” he demanded “Please breed me sir, I need your strain, I want you to fill me with your poz cum so bad” (I may not have been a chaser, but I knew the lingo and have been around enough to know what he wanted to hear) He leaned in and wrapped his muscular arms around me as his pounding of my hungry hole took a more frantic pace, occasionally slapping my ass while letting out a “fuck yeah” each time dropping more and more of the “fake deep tone” from his voice, before hugged me close against him, and pulled my head back meet his to begin giving me deep (and hungry) kisses as his fucking slowed back down to pulling out slowly and then thrusting all the way back in as hard as he could until the thrust when he shoved as deep as he could, grinding his bush against my stretched hole as if he were trying to climb inside me before as he broke our kiss and let out a loud guttural yell as I felt his dick pulse and fill me with that hot wet familiar feeling I love. I was still flying and couldn't help but continue slowly fuck myself against his as the he stayed there, his sweaty muscular body grinding against mine. Instead of pulling out like I was expecting, he kept it lodged in my hole and began to let out a low moan as I felt a new warm feeling filling me even more before he said “aw yeah dad, take my slampiss”. this time without the fake deep voice... this time in a voice I recognized despite foggy mental state. he sounded just like my oldest boy Jason, I was still so spun I couldn't be sure, and the hot chempiss now filling my hole wasn't helping. All I could think of is how amazing this hung stud felt pressed against me and how I didn't want him to ever pull out of my hole... so of course he did. Before I could say anything to protest he flipped me over onto my back (damn he was strong) lifted my legs and shoved his dick back into my hole in one smooth motion. A lot of the chempiss he had just filled me with squirted out around his cock as he pushed back into my battered ass, getting it over both of us as he slowly began long-dicking me as it pooled around us. I couldn't think of anything other than how good his monster cock felt in me and how I didn't want it to stop. (damn his chempiss was strong) I couldn't control myself as I mumbled out, “please don't stop fucking me” “don't worry slut, I own this ass now and I am not gonna stop fucking you till we both drop” he replied. This time I knew I recognized the voice... he sounded exactly like my son Jason! I had to be sure so I tried to pull back my blindfold...he grabbed my hand to stop me at first, but then slowly pulled off the bandana as he kept fucking this mix of his poz cum and slampig chempiss out of my hole, the sloppy wet slapping the only other sound as my eyes began adjusting to finally see the man who was making my hole feel so good. I couldn't believe it, this had to be a hallucination. But as I looked up, I saw the face of my oldest son, Jason. I hadn't seen him in a long time, but I know my sons face. I knew he had a football player build the last time I seen him years ago, but even with the the sweaty muscular adonis he had become, I recognized my boy. I should have pulled away, I should have freaked out, I knew this was wrong, but my tina addled brain could only focus on how amazing the tree trunk he still had lodged in me felt. We both froze, staring into each others eyes with a mix of fear and lust but clearly neither of us wanting this feeling to stop. I continued breathing heavily and looking up my son as the sweat dripped from his nose. Without even thinking, my ass began to slowly move against him again. The fear faded from his face and he teared up a bit and let out muffled sniffle before saying, “I fucking love you dad” and lunching forward to begin frantically shoving his tongue into my mouth. Any thoughts of “wrong” vanished as I returned his intense kisses. Our tongues battling to try to taste more of the other, the clear lust and longing taking over as his thrusts began picking up again. Within minutes it was clear he was getting close to cumming again as he pulled back and his body tensed. His muscles glistening as he yelled out “FUCK YEAH DAD! I'm knocking up your hot fag pussy with my poz cock” He thrust in deep and held it there again, my wet sloppy ass spasming around his wrist thick cock as he pumped load after load of his venom deep inside me...before I could try to actually think about the implications of what he was saying, he leaned in and began kissing me again. He broke our lip long long enough to look me square in the eyes as he said, “I love you Dad” “I love you too Jason” I said before hugging him against me as tight as I could To Be Continued? (I have ideas)

Part Fifteen I came downstairs and was almost tackled by Sammy. “Did you do it? Did you?” I gave him a grin as I tossed him my phone, “See for yourself.” He watched the video with his mouth, one hand on the screen, the other over his crotch as he watched me fuck his older brother. I grabbed a beer and sat down on the couch. I wasn't all that surprised to find Eli on his hands and knees getting fucked by one of the guys. It looked like the girls had gone which meant the rest of the night was going to be a lot more of this. Sammy plopped down next to me, “So can I go fuck him now?” I took the phone from him, “What? No! Not yet.” “Why not?” he whined, his desire to mount his older brother was tangible. “Because this isn't broken,” I said to him holding up the phone, “That is drugged. Right now he is going to sleep on it, dream about it, let it sink in. In a little bit I'll go give him a booster shot so he is zonked out again and we'll start all over.” “When do I get a shot at him?” The fact he sounded like a kid while arguing to rape his own brother made me laugh, “Probably not until tomorrow, but the next part is in public. So you can watch as long as you're out of his eyeline.” “Public?” I nodded as I finished my beer, “I'm gonna bring him down here and introduce him to the guys. Which reminds me,” I raised my voice and called out, “Ease off him, I need you guys ready in about an hour.” Chad, who had been fucking Eli nodded and a couple of the other ones moaned in disappointment. “Trust me, you're going to be fucking tonight, just not Eli.” Eli looked up at me, “But who's going to fuck me?” I nudged Sammy, “When I bring John down fuck your brother, it will keep you both from being tempted.” Sammy nodded but I could tell he wanted more, a lot more. I leaned over, “You wanna watch the whole video?” I asked, passing my phone over. He grabbed it and started the video from the start as I went and found some food. About an hour later I went back up to my room and found him still asleep. Man he was massive. All toned muscle, just a beefy fucking stud. Even soft his cock was obscene, just laying there like a slumbering python, ready to strike. If he had any charisma he would have been a fucking model, but like most guys that looked like this all he counted on his his muscles and never found the reason to gain a personality. Which is what made Sammy so dangerous. That kid could just stand on a street corner with no shirt on and people would throw money at him, the fact he was charming and funny and smart...well he was basically the devil as a teenager. I prepared another 50 cc and injected John, who barely stirred from the prick. I undid his cuffs, prepped him for what came next and then moved onto the bed with him. What Sammy didn't understand was that this part wasn't about control or power. This stage was all about conditioning. In this drugged state John wasn't going to remember much of what happened, not consciously. What I needed to do was set up a pattern a repetition that was going to be ingrained into him on a subconscious level. I already set up the start, now I needed to reinforce it. I leaned in and kissed him and was rewarded with him kissing me back. This went on for a while, our tongues fighting in his mouth as he moaned under me. He had no idea who he was kissing but with the drugs in his system he didn't care. All he knew was that it felt good and he wanted more. And I was going to give him more. I pulled back, his mouth still looking for mine, “Thirsty?” I asked. His eyes opened when he heard a guy's voice. You could see he was freaked out but too stoned to actually do anything about it. He nodded and I reached over and grabbed a bottle of water. He downed the bottle in one gulp, I had taken enough THC in my life to know how bad cottonmouth was after a serious dose. Once he was done he wiped his mouth and handed me the bottle back. I tossed it to the ground and moved into kiss him again. He pulled back slightly, which was expected, after all, he aware enough to know that he wasn't into guys. I smiled and grabbed his nipples, which cause him to moan in response, his eyes closed as he relished the sensation. On that much THC just feeling the carpet with your hands could turn you on, having an erogenous zone like your nipples played with was like hot wiring your dick. I made sure not to twist them too hard, just enough to turn him on. “You like that?” He nodded aimlessly, no longer paying any attention to his surroundings. That meant the X I had slipped into his water was taking effect too. I leaned in and kissed him again, this time there was no hesitation, no pause, he just started to make out with me like we were in the back seat of his truck in a drive in. His cock started to get hard, which was what I had been waiting for. I needed to keep this stud on the edge of horniness along with being just fucked up enough not to care how was making him hard. I sat up, “Hey you hungry?” He looked up at me confused of why the kissing had stopped. “You want some food?” He smiled and nodded, man he was wasted. I stood up and held my hand out, “Let's go find some pizza.” He took my hand and stumbled to his feet, dear god he was huge. If he fell there was no way I could stop this wall of muscle from going over. I put his arm around my shoulder and helped him out of my room. Either he hadn't noticed or didn't care he was buck naked cause he didn't hesitate when I walked him downstairs into the living room, where the guys were still playing COD on the TV. “Hey guys, you remember John right?” They looked over and gave him a nod, I saw more than one of them look his naked body up and down in hunger, knowing he was about to be served up. “Here John,” I said plopping him on the huge over sized couch, “Let's me find us some food.” He gave me a wobbly thumbs up and a dopey smile. God this was going to be good. I threw a couple of slices on a plate and walked them over to him. He was staring down at his own crotch confused. “Where are my clothes?” he asked with a chuckle. “You took them off,”I answered making him take the plate, “Remember, you had your condition?” He took the plate and looked up baffled, “Condition?” I leaned closer and whispered, “Your itchy ass?” His eyes got wide and he looked around nervously. “Don't worry man, the guys are cool, they've had it too.” He seemed unconvinced but started eating the pizza. I walked away and pretended to watch the game, when in fact my eyes never left John. I reached into my pocket and turned the vibrator I had put back in his ass on. It was at the lowest level but the effect was immediate. John froze in place, his eyes wide. He began to shake his head as he put the plate down. He was talking to himself and I let him stew there for awhile. I turned it up a notch and he let out a noise, I looked over at him, “You ok bud?” He shook his head in a panic and gestured for me to come over there. I took my time, relishing the fear on his face as I walked up to him, “What's up?” He whispered, “It's happening again!” “What is?” He looked around and then said, “My ass, it's happening again!!” “Uh oh,” I said, feigning concern, “That's not good.” “No....” he whined, his drugged out brain not able to process what was happening. I turned it up another notch and he let out a small groan as he tried to cross his legs. He was getting hard. “Shit, is it bad?” He nodded, his eyes wide. “Want me to help again?” He looked around in panic at the guys, “Not here...” I looked back at them, “Them? Dude, don't sweat it man, They're bros, we've all been there.” “Let's go back to your room,” he pleaded. “Nonsense,” I said looking over to the guys, “Hey guys, tell John it's normal to have an itchy asshole.” Josh looked over, “Shit man, happens all the time, ain't no thing.” Chad piped in, “Yeah man, don't stress it. It happening now?” John looked at me, begging me to take him upstairs but I just looked at him, “Come on man, you can trust them. Seriously, they can help.” “Help?” he asked out loud. Chad got up, “Yeah man, we always help each other out. It's a bro thing.” John watched as Chad walked over to him, he was wearing a pair of faded jean shorts with the top button undone, his shaved pubes sticking out of the zipper. From the bulge to the side it was obvious, Chad was not lacking in the cock department. He wasn't a Parker, but then who was. “How bad is it?” he said, kneeling down on the couch next to John. “I-it's...it's ok...” I turned it up again and John jumped and fought back a whimper. “Ok man, ok,” Chad said quickly, “You need something to distract you.” John was just sitting there, his hips twitching as he unconsciously tried to get more than just a little plastic tube up his ass. “Here,” Chad said urgently. John looked over to him and saw Chad's cock was out. “Here, hurry!” John didn't move, confused to how Chad's dick and his ass had anything in common. I cranked it up another notch and John closed his eyes and moaned, and Chad shoved his cock into the jock's mouth. As soon as Chad's dick slipped past John's lips I turned it down a notch. When John tried to push Chad off of him I cranked it back up and he froze. “Trust me man, it helps,” Chad assured him. John slipped another inch of the cock into his mouth and I turned the vibrator down a click. Another inch and another click, until John had the whole dick in his mouth. “Work it man,” Chad told him, “Focus on it.” John didn't do anything so I turned it back up and quickly John began servicing Chad's cock in earnest. It was a hell of a site to see John Parker work another guy's cock for all he was worth. Chad moved closer until his pubes were hitting John's nose and the bigger man was choking on cock. The other guys had abandoned the game and were waking towards the couch, like wild animals smelling a fresh kill. Paul got on the other side of John and pulled his cock out as well. I turned the vibrator up and John began to panic. I nodded at Paul who said, “Here dude, try mine.” John didn't even hesitate as he slipped Chad's cock out of his mouth and swallowed Paul's in a gulp. “Yeah, use your tongue more,” he commanded and from the smile in his face, John had complied. Josh got down on his knees and was eye level with John's massive pole, which was quivering from all the sensations coming from John's formerly virgin ass. Josh didn't say a word, he just went to servicing John's cock as he had Sammy's. I knew Josh liked to be controlled but I had no idea what a size queen he was. Between Josh's mouth and the vibrator, John was in a state of sexual bliss. He slurped on the two cocks, taking turns between the guys like a champ as John did his level best to take as much of that monster as he could. It was a hell of a sight. I watched for a good ten minutes, making sure that John was good and horned and that all the drugs in his system were working before moving to the real phase. I turned up the vibrator again and John practically screamed around Chad's cock as his hips came off the couch. “Still bad?” I asked. John spat out Chad's cock and nodded, “Soooo bad.....” “You want me to help?” He nodded slowly. “Move Josh,” I said as I knelt down. Josh scrambled out of the way, his hard cock bobbing in front of him. “Lemme see what I can do, keep him distracted guys.” Chad grabbed John's head and turned it back to his cock. John meekly opened his mouth and allowed Chad to start mouthfucking him willingly. I licked the underside of John's balls and moved lower towards his hungry hole. I pulled his legs forward and pushed him up some so I had better access, this allowed Chad to actually stand up over John's face and feed the alpha jock his entire length in one dip. John choked at first but Chad held his head still, forcing the bigger guy to take his whole length at once. I began to lick around John's ass, eliciting moans from him. His tiny, little jock hole winked at me, begging me in morse code to shove my cock into it and never stop pounding it. I pulled the vibrator out in one movement, which caused John to moan again, I quickly replaced it with two fingers. I jammed them up his ass, my fingertips looking for this already overworked prostate. His whole ass clenched when I brushed over it and I smiled as he let me know I'd struck gold again. I began to jam them in and out, abusing his boy button for almost a minute straight with no relief. His cock was swollen and leaking precum like it was a busted faucet. His moans had become screams had become pleas until finally he spit the cock out of his mouth and bellowed, “FUCK MAKE IT STOP!” I stopped fingerfucking him and locked eyes with him, “You want me to try to scratch it like earlier?” He seemed embarrassed for a moment. Chad leaned in close to him, “It's cool man, we've all been there. We're bros...we'll help you out.” John looked at Chad and you could see the gratitude in his face. “You want us to help?” he asked and John nodded. Chad leaned in and kissed him as John responded passionately. I pulled my shorts off and coated my cock in lube, “Ok John, here we go.” He broke free of the kiss and looked down at me. “Grab your knees and pull them back,” I said, knowing this would be the make of break moment. Slowly, this fucking linebacker jock reached down, grabbed the back of his knees and pulled them back, exposing his weeping little hole, all but begging me to fuck him. I pressed my cockhead to his hole, “Someone distract him.” Paul waved his dick in front of John and damned if he didn't open his mouth like a good little slut. I pushed into him as Paul grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down on his cock. It was happening, me and the guys had the hottest football player at A&M on our couch, servicing us like he was a fucking common whore. He held his legs apart as I began to really slam into him, making this little piggy squeal every time I bottomed out in him. I wasn't gentle and I wasn't slow, I hit this motherfucker as hard as I could, rearranging his guts with my cock without a hint of mercy. Abut seven slams into it he pulled away and let out a loud, “OH FUCK!!!” as I hit him again and again. Chad grabbed a hunk of his hair and said, “Get back to work cunt.” John's mouth was already open as Chad pushed it down on his dick. I leaned in, making sure he felt every, single inch of my thick cock up in him, working his ass, teaching it what he wanted, what he needed. He walked in this house a fucking alpha jock, pussy magnet, and he was going to walk out our personal cum slut. I fucked him until my cock was getting raw and looked at Chad, “You ready?” He smiled and pulled his cock out of John's mouth, “Lay on our back,” he ordered, pushing John down onto the couch. John laid back his legs up. Chad moved between them, “I like to look at my bitches when they get fucked.” He crammed his cock into John's hole and John let out a long moan as Chad began to work him. “Get this cunt to shut up,” he ordered and Paul moved over towards John's head and just held his cock out. Like a trained pet, John leaned over and took the cock into his mouth and began to service him as if he was born to. It was fucking hot to watch the guys work him over like this. I looked over by the kitchen and Sammy and Eli were there, both of them furiously stroking their cocks as they watched their older brother get gang banged. Chad had John almost folded in half as he kept pistoning in and out of John's abused hole. John's cock had not gotten soft, if anything it looked closer to popping than it had earlier. It's massive head was an angry purple and there were streams of precum traveling down it's veiny length. “Let's rotate out,” I said and Chad pulled his cock out. John actually looked distressed as his hole was suddenly empty. Paul got up, “Get on the floor,” he snapped. John fell off the couch and the guys moved him up to all fours. Paul wasted no time mounting the stud, knocking the breath out of John as he began to thrust into him with wild abandonment. Josh moved over to the front and once again, all he had to do was present his cock and John willingly began to suck on it, no instruction needed. This was hot, but I wanted more. “Keep him busy,” I said to Josh. He nodded and grabbed both sides of John's head, making him service every inch of his cock. I grabbed Sammy's hand, “Come on.” He went along with me as I pulled him over towards Paul, “He's going to play through.” Paul reluctantly slid his cock out of John's ass, eliciting another moan of disappointment from John. “No talking, no sounds,” I said grabbing Sammy's massive tool and lining it up to his brother's now wrecked hole. Sammy nodded as I pressed his head into his older brother, both of them letting out a throaty moan. John had been fucked well, but none of the cock's were even close to his little brother's. Sammy pressed forward, his fucking monster stretching his brother's hole further than it had ever been. John's mouth fell of of Josh's cock as he started to pant. Sammy just kept pushing in, not slowing a bit. “Fuck...oh fuck....JESUS!!” John wailed, “Your cock....fuck....fuckfuckfuck....” Sammy pushed thee last inches of his cock into his older brother and John collapsed to his elbows. He could no longer hold himself up as Sammy began to rock his cock back and forth into him, Every time Sammy's pubes slapped his older brother's ass John let out a grunt and a small whimper after. I had expected Sammy to just pound his brother to death but instead he was slowly milking his cock in and out of John's ass, making the older boy feel every single inch. One the sixth stroke in John jerked and let out a whine and Sammy stopped. He slowly backed up and again John reacted. An evil grin spread across the high schooler's face as he realized exactly where his older brother's boybutton was. Now Sammy began to push harder, adjusting his hips each time so that his fucking massive cockhead punched John's prostate dead on. The first few times John's head flew back, the sounds coming from him were part pain and part pleasure. But as Sammy began to really unload John's sounds changed from arrghhh to oohhhh....to finally....more. Sammy smile and began to fuck his brother harder as John began to push back. “Harder...fuck...harder....” John begged. Sammy grabbed his brother's hips and began to really grudge fuck him. John held on for dear life as his little brother's cock took him from pain to discomfort to absolute bliss in a matter of minutes. John propped himself up to his hands again so he could push back harder onto Sammy's cock. The sweat flying from his face as he begged his little brother to fuck him harder. “More...more....fuck me harder....harder...” he pleaded. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed it. I had broken alpha studs before, stripped of them of their bravado and left them a begging, sniveling mess of a slut. I had completely shattered their egos and made them serve me before. I had done all of that and more. But I had never taken a fucking alpha top like John and made him a power bottom, screaming for more and more cock at the top of his lungs. John didn't know where he was, who was around him, nothing. All he knew was his little brother's fat, nine and half inches up his ass and the fact he never wanted it to end. But of course it had to. John began to pant he was close and Sammy doubled down on his thrusts, making John let out a cry as he realized he was never in control of this fuck. He had never been a part of this with Sammy, instead he realized he was nothing more than a hole to this huge cock and he was seconds away from being a cumdump for whoever had been fucking him. As John shot load after load over his tight abs, part of him realized, from now on that was exactly how he wanted it. John groaned as he came everywhere, he collapsed onto the floor, his breath ragged and uneven. Sammy pulled out and moved to John's face. I tried to stop him but he put his hands over John's eyes and pulled his head back, making his mouth open. And he groaned as he shot his load into his older brother's mouth, making John eat every drop of cum that came from his elephant cock. I was surprised as anyone to see John's tongue dart out to catch every drop he could feel, even pausing to lick his own lips to get more of his little brother's cum. Sammy let go of his head and John collapsed into the carpet, already passed out. He looked up and saw all of us stroking our own cocks, each one of us close to blowing our load over what we had just seen. Sammy looked at me and winked, and my cock exploded, images of him riding his older brother etched into my brain like after images f looking at the sun. That was this kid was like, looking at the sun too long. And I was slowly going blind.

This is a (mostly) true story of how my fantasy became a reality. Part 1 I’m 5’9”, 145 lbs, and blonde with bright blue eyes. My twink body is covered in hair and usually had a bit of musk from running or working out - just the way a man should smell. For the past year is fantasized and watched poz porn, but never thought I’d do it because of what I thought would be the repercussions. I was visiting my buddy in Kansas City on a hot weekend in August this summer. We visited a couple of gay bars but they were too packed with people and catching COVID made us both too nervous to stay out long. Little did I know I’d be catching something even stronger that night. We picked up some beer and went back to his place but being in a big city had me really turned on - I always love sampling the new guys when I visit a city. It wasn’t long before I was on Grindr with the name “All loads 👌🏼“ and a picture of my muscular stomach. Pretty soon the messages started rollin in and I lined up a couple hookups back to back. I told my buddy I was going to meet up with some other friends and hopped in my car to the first hookup. As I drove up, I looked at the pics he had sent over - every one showed a huge black cock and muscular, oddly veiny stomach. I thought nothing of it and, as I pulled up my heart began to race. This apartment building looked like a giant trap house and I knew nothing could would come of it. I opened Grindr again in my car and teased my hole until I thought “Fuck it, I need that dick’s cum inside me.” I took a deep breath and walked inside, up three flights of stairs, past busted out doors and ripped up carpets. My heart sped as I got to the apartment number and heard moaning on the other side. Without knocking, I walked into see a thick muscular black guy and his buddy sitting in the couch naked, both stroking giant cocks and watching some TIM porn. I immediately slid off my shorts (I wasn’t wearing underwear) and got in front of them to lube up their cocks with my throat. While I was sucking the guy that hit me up on Grindr, he pushed my head all the way down his cock and held it there. His buddy got up and started eating my hole out, sucking my loose hole into his mouth and around his younger. Suddenly he switched and shoved his rock hard cock into my ass without letting me suck him off. He immediately went to town and the pain was excruciating but soon my ass was wet and I breathed through the pain to relax my hole. He let out a chuckle and nudged his buddy whose cock was still fucking the back of my throat to look at something but didn’t say anything else. “You fucking slut - you’re little faggot hole opened right up for me didnt it” he said as he kept fucking me harder. Soon I felt his body start to tense and without warning he yelled out “Take my fucking kids you little slut.” He so Ed his cock all the way in and we both moaned as the Grindr guy pulled my face up to kiss him and look in my eyes. He slid out of me and they switched positions, but I noticed that his cock had cum mixed with what looked like blood fed around the base. He noticed my look and laughed then said, “Yeah I got your ass nice and opened up in every way for my boy here. Don’t worry, he’ll make sure you get loaded good”...

Part 21 - Journey Into Discovery Over the next couple of months and in to summer the start of summer Carrington came over once a month, ever hopeful that Charlie would be there. In truth he had all but given up since Charlie was away on another tour of duty for 4 months so he hadn't seen him since they first met. Word had got back that his relationship with Serena was over and how he now stuck his head firmly in his naval career looking at the options again of moving to Australia. Instead of dwelling on what might have been Carrington got heavily involved with the move of head office functions back to the UK and specifically enjoying the weekends he spent with Conrad and Harry tied up in bed. Simon went up to London several more times until Sean went off filming back in San Francisco. Their dating seemed to be going well and Simon was planning on going to visit Sean for a few days, the trip seen by Simon as a deciding factor if he wanted to take things further. He knew it would mean having a conversation with Sean and for him to sacrifice his porn career. Simon had just finished in the gym and wandered out on to the pool terrace, it was a nice sunny day and he found Conrad sitting down tending one of the flower pots by the pool looking deep in thought and not paying much attention to the job in hand. Simon walked over and sat down next to Conrad. "Penny for your thoughts" Simon said distracting Conrad. Conrad looked at him "Am I making a mess of things?" he asked in a very confusing manner. Simon smiled "I think the plant will survive" he said pushing it upright. Conrad looked at the plant "No, Harry and me" he corrected himself looking a little down. "Do you love him?" Simon asked getting straight to the point. Conrad nodded. "And Harry, does he love you?" Simon asked but he already knew he did. Conrad gave a little smile "Yes, scares me how much. Are we blindsided by our love?". Simon glanced at him "You are not making any sense Conrad" he replied. "Dexter, you know he does things to us neither of us can do to each other" Conrad said sighing. Simon laughed "Doesn't mean you love each other less. Adding something different is good". "I suppose" Conrad said putting the bag of soil down. "I miss him Simon, more than ever". Conrad broke down in to tears looking at the tattoo on his wrist "Still hurts" he stammered. Simon held him tight holding back his own tears "It will get easier Conrad I promise" he said. Simon looked at him "He was such an influence on you and your life of course you will miss him". They sat for several minutes until Conrad calmed down "I try to hold it back" Conrad said sniffing. "Shall we go and see him, have a good cry and let it out?" Simon suggested. Conrad nodded. For almost two hours they sat on the grass by his grave until Conrad was dry of any tears and more angry with Jack than sad for leaving him. It was time Conrad needed, a day of reckoning and really being able to grieve properly and coming to terms with the full extent of how Jack had helped shape his life. He felt a whole let better and a feeling that he could see past the void Jack had left, everything he did he would assume was on Jack's approval and maybe it was that that held him back slightly and letting go to be himself. Conrad laid down next to Jack looking at Simon "I want to marry Harry" he said confidently. Simon stroked Conrad's head "You have to ask him first" he said chuckling. "Is it wrong of me to want to still have sex with Dexter and Carrington though?" Conrad asked. "No as long as Harry and you agree that is what you want, never loose sight of who you love" Simon advised. Conrad sat up "You know Dexter got a positive test result last week" he said. Simon nodded "Yes, Adam told me and he is not impressed" he replied, "does he suspect me?" he asked. "I don't think so. I feel sorry for him, he hasn't got the support I had" Conrad said sadly. "I know, Adam wants Moham and I to give him a job" Simon admitted watching Conrad. "I will speak to Carrington" Simon said standing up. "We need to sort Harry out as well". "Harry?" Conrad asked looking confused. "In what way?". "A job he is lined up for at IntecSolutions down the road in Alton" Simon said watching Conrad smile. "Really?" Conrad asked excitedly, "I really miss him and want to live with him at the house". Simon stopped walking "Well you could, but I thought the manor was home to you now" he said. "Seriously you want Harry and I running around the place?" Conrad looked surprised answering him. Simon shrugged "You already do Conrad, I think of you as family having known you so long". Conrad chuckled "You are a dirty old man" he said grinning, "one that I love in my own way". "Cheeky git" Simon replied punching him lightly. Conrad touched Simon's arm "Can we sleep together tonight?" he asked sheepishly. Simon laughed "Like you need to ask me that, I am quite randy at the moment". "No change there then" Conrad replied swiftly giggling and ducking. Simon smiled "Think about it Conrad, the manor wouldn't be the same without you there". Conrad smiled taking Simon's hand "As long as Harry agrees" he said happily. "So are you going to tell me what is going on with you?" Conrad suddenly asked him. Simon smirked "No idea what you mean" he replied trying not look at Conrad. Conrad coughed "Sean" then coughed again and laughed. "How did you know?" Simon asked surprised he knew. "Saw him at the hotel after we had tea with you" Conrad explained. Simon shook his head laughing "Well it is early days and he is quite serious about me". "And you?" Conrad asked stopping, "has someone finally got inside your cold heart?" he chuckled. "Sort of" Simon replied looking at him. Conrad could see the glimmer of a twinkle in his eye. "Does he know anything about you?" Conrad asked taking Simon's hand. "No" Simon replied, "He doesn't even know I own the manor, he never asks intrusive questions". Conrad smirked "Someone is falling in love" he said over and over annoying Simon. The weekend was the weirdest but happiest in a very long time with Adam and Harry down at the manor as usual to see Conrad and Jamal. Moham joined them for dinner that Friday evening where it was announced that Adam and Harry were joining IntecSolutions to oversee and manage the head office. Simon handed over the keys of number 9 to Adam as his signing up bonus. Harry making everyone laugh holding his hand out asking where his house was. "Sorry Harry I could only get the one house" Simon said winking at him. Harry turned to Conrad "So does that mean you and I live together then in your house?" he asked. "No" Conrad replied shaking his head, "Here" he said waving his hand in the air. Harry looked at him then Simon "What in the manor?" he asked sounding surprised. Conrad nodded. Harry shrugged "Suppose I can manage that" he replied secretly very happy. "We can always move to the house if you want to" Conrad added unable to judge what Harry thought. Harry grabbed Conrad's hand under the table and whispered "Marry me". Conrad looked up around the table holding Harry's hand tighter "I was going to ask you" he said. "You was?" Harry replied grinning, "I need to be with you Conrad". Conrad smiled "You know I will" he said kissing him, "I couldn't marry anyone else". Harry grinned "What about the others?" he asked quietly. "What telling them?" Conrad replied in his hushed husky voice. Harry shook his head "No silly" he chuckled, "I mean Dex and Carrington do you still... you know". "Oh that" Conrad said smiling "If you are happy to so am I" he replied. Harry nodded. He didn't know why but Conrad felt a little relieved with Harry bringing up the subject, he couldn't love his Harry more than he did right now. They had come a long way since Harry first offered to help Conrad on the street in London then ended up punching him. It was like Harry could read his mind when he turned back to Conrad pulling him close then kissing him. "By the way I haven't forgotten that you punched me" Harry said kissing him harder. Conrad giggled through their kiss pushing him off "So what!" he replied. Harry smirked and kissed him again "I have borrowed the restraints from Simon" he winked. Conrad rolled his eyes pulling Harry's hand to his cock "Already hard" Harry said rubbing it. "Not at the dinner table!" Simon's voice boomed out at Harry and Conrad smiling. Around the table Adam and Jamal were deep in conversation trying to persuade Jamal to move in with him. There was a definite hesitancy in his voice turning him down, it was nothing to do with having fallen in love with Adam but more so that his parents house was only a few doors down and he hadn't even told them about Adam or that he was gay. His parents assumed it was his focusing on the gardening job and friendship with Conrad why he spent so much time away from the house. Jamal kept firing excuses back and Adam relented suggesting they talk about it on Saturday rather than spoil dinner. As dusk was approaching Moham left to go back to his family in Surrey and the short helicopter ride. Conrad giggled laying naked on the bed his hands restrained with Harry kneeling between his legs, Harry ran his hands along Conrad's legs moving them closer to his cock and balls. Teasing and not quite touching but close enough for Conrad to respond with moans when he stopped giggling. He loved the tender way Harry secured him careful not to freak him out and showing a truly loving care for him. Harry leaned over and kissed Conrad's stomach running his tongue slowly and deliberately up along his body. "Love you so much Con" Harry whispered softly, "completely and utterly in love with you". Conrad moaned softly "Need.. oh" he cried lovingly at another kiss "to marry you". Harry stopped and looked in to his eyes "How much do you need to?" he asked. "So much" Conrad said looking deeply back at him, "as soon as we can" he replied. Harry moved his mouth closer to Conrad's tenderly allowing their lips to touch for a moment, the urge in them both overtaking and ending with them kissing madly. Harry's hands frantically pulling Conrad's legs up around his waist pushing his cock in to his lover in a swift painful movement. Conrad let out a noise halfway between a yelp and long moan, rattling the chains restraining his hands. The need to touch Harry was straining his arms and messing with his head in a good way. His mouth latched on to Conrad's, his hips bucking wildly thrusting his cock in and out of Conrad's arse with total devotion. Harry stopped raising his head "I can't" he said looking down at Conrad, "this is wrong". Conrad panicked wondering what was going through his head "What do you mean?" he asked worryingly. "This" Harry said undoing the restraints, "it is not us, I like feeling you respond to me". His hands free to roam again Conrad pulled Harry down, pleasured moans escaping Conrad's lips looking up in to Harry's eyes, his finger touching Harry all over, tickling his arse cheeks with tender circular movements. Harry pushed his hips down hard feeling the body under him respond by arching up ever so slightly. Conrad wrapping his arms around Harry's muscular torso above him, his legs squeezing hard against Harry's waist, jabbing two then three hard thrusts he smiled down at Conrad kissing him, the eyes looking back up at him so full of love. Both feeling the closeness and connection that existed on so many levels, their bodies without question fitted perfectly together. Harry slowed down taking his time and more in to this ever before, with slow sensuality he pleasured his lover in the way that only existed between them. No gimmicks, no toys, just their love and intimacy was everything they needed. Harry kissing Conrad whilst he slowly fucked him, deep and meaningful penetration that lasted for an hour. The silence in the room broken by tiny moans and calling each others name. Edging close to orgasm Harry would stop moving and kiss Conrad's neck who begged him to do it again, over and over he did this before he could no longer hold back. His hips picking up the pace and looking down at Conrad 'I love you Con.. Argh!' he cried putting his face close to Conrad's feeling the rush in his body and the powerful force of the ejaculation spiralling out of control up his shaft. Conrad's head pushed back from the force of Harry's final thrust moaning loudly, his hands quickly moving down and gripping hold of Harry's arse pulling him in deeper 'Harry' he moaned 'oh god Harry I love you...' trailing his voice off half closing his eyes. The cum firing out of Harry's cock flooding Conrad's arse, his own body tingling in a very strange way became so sensitive and for the first time Conrad actually sensed the warmth of Harry's cum pumping in to him. The feeling was so abnormal filling his senses with erotic satisfaction and love. Conrad's body wriggled and he started breathing heavily. Harry instantly knew what this reaction was and wriggled his hips lying flat on Conrad with his stomach rubbing over his cock. Harry's tongue snaked between Conrad's lips kissing him harder and was rewarded with the erratic hand movement of Conrad and the slimy warm patch growing between their bodies. Harry moved his arm around the back of Conrad's neck securing his head close so their mouths were locked together in kissing out the rest of the orgasm. His orgasm was so big having been edging for so long that it took him ages to finally regain a normal condition, panting and still landing kisses on his neck Conrad slowly rolled him over and took charge making love to Harry. Conrad collapsed in Harry's arms stroking his head and looking at each other, half drenched in sweat they just laid there staring at each other smiling until they fell asleep. At breakfast Simon was thrilled to hear Conrad and Harry's news especially as they asked him for permission to marry here at the manor. They wanted to do it quickly and finally managed to settle on a weekend. Conrad set about messaging his parents and Charlie first to ensure they could attend on the date. It also tied in with Carrington's next scheduled trip to the UK Simon pointed out to them, the point being completely missed by Conrad at the time. "What about your honeymoon?" Simon asked putting his cup down and looking at them both. Conrad shrugged having never thought about it. "Your villa?" Harry asked making a suggestion. Simon looked at him "Are you sure?" he questioned, "Not something more exotic or romantic?". Conrad smiled "No, the villa would be perfect if you don't mind" he replied. "Of course not" Simon said chuckling, "I mean it is where Adam got you both together" he said laughing. Catching up with the other guys from their cycle ride around Copenhagen and coming to a stop by the mermaid statue a few hundred meters from the ship, Charlie dismounted his bike and joined the other officers sitting down by the shore waiting for the last few to arrive. It was times like this he missed having Joshua around, he had friendship with the other naval guys on his ship and they were a close knit group. But Joshua had been different, okay so he had a screw loose and not a nice person as it turned out, still they had some amazing times together and always full of fun. It was their last day here before they were setting off back towards Portsmouth patrolling the North Sea for a few weeks. With only a 24 hour stop in Portsmouth they would then be heading out again back up to Copenhagen patrolling the waters with the Danish navy. Charlie had found himself paying more attention when they were out and about when dressed in their uniforms the looks of devouring sexual need of both men and women he had never noticed until now. Come to think of it the only reason half his gang of shipmates wore uniforms was to elicit some sexual responses. Charlie was one never to act on it and this hadn't gone unnoticed by his friends especially since he was the one who attracted most of the leering attention. Almost over Serena but more than ever he found himself annoyed, the years he had put in to their relationship only to be paid back by her cheating still grated on him. He had never really cheated on her though each time he thought of her his head wandered off to Carrington. Dave was chatting to Charlie when he received the text from Conrad and pulled his phone out reading the message and smiling. Dave was five years older than Charlie he had been in the navy for seven years and a Lieutenant, naval through and through and a fine specimen of a man who only had sights on his naval career and reaching captain. Tough but on the same side fair he was one person you didn't disobey and did everything by the book. Charlie reported in to the Sub-Lieutenant who was under Dave in the line of command. "What has made you smile so big this morning?" Dave asked gulping water down. Charlie looked up "My twin brother is getting married sir" he replied putting the phone away. Dave looked at him "Right the one in the picture above your bunk?" he asked. "Yes sir" Charlie replied, "We are identical twins sir". Dave shook his head "Charlie drop the sir we are not on duty, it is Dave". "Sorry, force of habit" Charlie said smiling. "So you gain a sister-in-law, when is the wedding?" Dave asked stumping Charlie for a minute. "Oh... in three weeks time, same weekend we are in Portsmouth" Charlie replied being careful. Dave chuckled "You are going to ask for some leave of duty I guess?" he asked. Charlie shrugged unsure what to do. "How long do you need?" Dave asked. "Couple of days I suppose, my parents will be flying in from Australia" Charlie replied. Dave smiled "That is no good Charlie, you need a few days longer" he suggested. "Really?" Charlie asked looking surprised, "You would allow that?". "I can give you five days" Dave offered, "Fly to Copenhagen to join the ship" he suggested. "Wow thanks, that means a lot" Charlie said unable to thank him enough. Dave laughed "Bloody rookies, always scared to ask anything" he said pushing Charlie over. Charlie laughed and sat up "Stop calling me a rookie" he joked, "I got promoted!". "Yeah thanks to me" Dave reminded him, "You did a good job last tour with the system outage". Charlie shrugged "That is what your training me to do" he said slightly blushing. "So let's see a picture of this bird your twin is marrying then" Dave asked. Charlie sat there twiddling his phone "I am getting a brother-in-law" he said quietly. Dave smiled "Well is he hot?" he asked, "this brother-in-law you are getting?". Charlie was careful not to answer the question "This is him, Harry" he said showing Dave. Dave slowly nodded "Cute and a good body" he said, "and before you ask no I am not" he laughed. Charlie chuckled "Harry is cute I guess, incredibly smart and hopelessly in love with my bro". Dave looked around and leaned in "Is your twin something to do with Joshua?" he asked. Charlie looked seriously "how much do you know?" he asked. Dave put his hand on Charlie's shoulder "I saw the police reports Charlie". "He came back last time I was home, attacked me to get to him" Charlie informed him. "Did he get arrested again?" Dave asked checking again that no one was listening. Charlie shook his head "Harry knows a very influential person, they took him away" he replied. Dave raised an eyebrow, "No one knows where he has gone" Charlie finished off saying. "Probably for the best Charlie" Dave said sympathising. "What about you Charlie?" he asked. "Oh I am okay, shaken up a bit at the time" Charlie replied shaking it off. Dave chuckled "No I mean you are identical twins so how identical are you?" he hinted. Charlie blushed "Between us?" he asked and Dave nodded. "I don't know where I am". Dave nodded "Don't worry I am not going to mount you to find out" he said laughing. "You better not" Charlie laughed thinking about Carrington, "I came close once". Dave chuckled "Close to what sleeping with a man?" he asked. Charlie nodded. "Yeah, in fact it was the night Joshua attacked me, we did sleep in the same bed" Charlie said. Dave laughed "That was more than close then" he replied. "And?" he asked. Charlie let out a depressing sigh "I was so nearly seduced by him, fucking American" he said. Dave laughed again shaking his head. "Not funny he nearly got me" Charlie said giggling. "I sense you have more to discover than just memories" Dave said quietly patting his leg. Charlie lowered his head "He told me he was going to marry me, written in the stars all that shit". Dave chuckled "How the universe works is mystery Charlie, sometimes you just now" he said. Charlie looked at him "That is kind of what he said" he replied, "Lunatics the lot of you". Dave laughed "Usually us type of lunatics are right" he said smiling at Charlie. "Leave it with me Charlie and tell your twin you are coming" Dave said patting his shoulder. "Thanks Dave" Charlie replied standing up, "Want to finish the bike ride off?" he asked. "Yup" Dave said standing up, "Don't tell anyone what I am doing for you cadet" he said. "Yes sir" Charlie replied saluting him and getting a punch on his arm. The rest of the day Dave spent with Charlie and they went off doing their own thing before getting back to the ship for the 10pm departure. It had turned out to be an extraordinary day of discoveries, Charlie found Dave to be one of the most interesting guys he had met forming a real friendship with his superior officer. Conrad spoke to his parents who confirmed that would fly over for a quick 72 hours and Charlie messaged to say he could attend. Later that day Charlie phoned Conrad and was very happy when they spoke, half expecting Charlie to ask if Carrington was coming, he made no mention of him so decided it was best not to raise the subject in case Charlie backed out of attending. With that sorted Beth took on the role of managing the catering and Felix was only to happy to help with the arrangements. Simon strangely becoming less of a recluse took Conrad and Harry to Knightsbridge to buy them both rings acting like a proud father to Conrad. Oblivious to the events that were about to unfurl on Hibiscus Drive that afternoon. Adam and Jamal were sat in the empty kitchen of number 9 when there was a knock at the door, Adam stood and hummed a happy tune going to answer the door for the first time in his new house. He had offered to give his London penthouse back to Moham who refused and told him he could sell it or rent it out since it was a gift to him. Adam opened the door "Hello" he said looking at the woman. "Where is Jamal?" Felicity demanded looking past Adam. Jamal appeared in the entrance hall "Mother, what are you doing here?" he asked. "You were told to be home this afternoon Jamal" Felicity reminded him. Jamal moved towards the front door "I can't just yet" he replied standing his ground. "Jamal it was not a request" Felicity raised her voice glancing at Adam. "Move" Felicity demanded, "Your father has brought the Efeez family here with their daughter". "No" Jamal cried out, "I won't be forced in to an arranged marriage" he replied frustratingly. "Don't argue Jamal, you know your father's thought on the matter" Felicity said angrily. Silence prevailed, "She is from a respectable wealthy family" Felicity added breaking the silence. Adam was confused and feared Jamal was being taken away "Arranged marriage?" he asked. "What is this the stone age?" Adam asked shocked this was happening, "Jamal?". Felicity looked at him "This is a family matter" she said shutting him down. "I never thought he was actually serious" Jamal said scared to move. "You can't force him to marry someone like that" Adam said blocking the front door. Felicity had a look of shame briefly "It is done. Jamal do not defy your father". "Mother he is only doing it to marry in to money" Jamal responded moving forward. Felicity shook her head "I am sorry Jamal but it is time to grow up" she said sternly. Jamal looked at Adam and for the first time he saw how scared Jamal was "Do it" Jamal pleaded. Adam scratched his head missing Jamal rubbing his wedding finger. "Jamal, now" she said. A tear trickled down Jamal's face looking at Adam's vacant look, "Jamal" Adam repeated. Adam felt the ground opening up ready to take Jamal away from him, unable to comprehend how he could be forced in to an arranged marriage like this. All the confident and sometimes arrogance Jamal displayed that Adam loved had evaporated at the hands of his family. His boyfriend was distraught and fear in his eyes then his head lowering in shame. Jamal was breaking inside he wanted Adam to do one thing that could break this arrangement up once and for all, but there was nothing he seemed to be totally in shock. The formidable woman that was Jamal's mother looked between her son and and this man, the realisation of what was really going on here suddenly appeared. She could see the love in their body language and needed to stop it. "Jamal, move yourself and let's get this over with" Felicity said getting inpatient. Jamal walked to the door his eyes fixed on Adam like they were pleading "Do it" he said again. Jamal stepped outside his mother walking behind him, "No!" Adam shouted from the door. Felicity turned around "This is nothing to do with you" she said putting her hand up to stop him. "Jamal" Adam panicked. At number 3 Jamal's father and the Efeez family watched from the front garden. Jamal turned and looked at Adam wiping his eyes "Show me you love me?" he pleaded. Felicity pushed her son down the path "Enough!" she said angrily giving Adam an evil look. Adam took his phone out and called the one person who could help, "Moham I need help". Jamal was marched back to his family home and turning he saw Adam distressed talking on his phone. Approaching number 3 Jamal's father was angry and not overly impressed with him. He looked Jamal up and down shaking his head at how he was dressed and presented, ignoring this and making an excuse that Jamal liked to help out at the manor in the garden and making it sound so important. How he was respected by the wealthy owner due to his vast knowledge, his education and his opinion was trusted by the owner. Jamal was introduced to Rabia their daughter and his intended, she was pretty but he felt nothing. There was no sexual stimulation or desire to be with her, he wanted Adam. Jamal kept glancing back along the road to number 9 before his attention was drawn back by Mr Efeez confirming the match and how suitable Jamal would be after a reality check. He turned to Jamal's father informing him they would leave for Morocco in the morning with Jamal to meet the rest of the family and finalise the marriage. "Pull yourself together" Jamal's father dressed him down seeing the tears running down his face. Jamal turned to his father angry and with hate in his eyes "No, I will not go" he said. Felicity ushered the Efeez back inside. "How dare you embarrass me" his father said scolding him. "Embarrass you?" Jamal asked, "How do you think I feel?" he said standing his ground. "Your feelings are irrelevant, I know what is good for our family" Jamal's father replied. The shouting erupted drawing Adam's attention at their arguing, "Adam!" Moham called down the phone. "Moham, what do I do?" Adam asked panicking and watching Jamal and his father going at it. "Ask him to marry you" Moham replied, "It is the only way you can keep him". "Yes, yes I will do that" Adam replied, "Thank you Moham". "Adam, I will be there in 15 minutes" Moham said. Moham was at his country estate in Surrey and within 5 minutes he was air borne and on the way to Hibiscus Manor. Adam walked along the path and could clearly hear the words being exchanged, Jamal's father belittling him and criticising him for being worthless which is why he needed to marry an important family. The argument seemed to go on and on, Felicity came out of the house when she saw Adam approaching and went over to cut him off reminding him not to get involved in family matters. The Efeez family came out to the front with Mr Efeez joining in and telling Jamal to start towing the line and act properly. Jamal felt beaten down and knew this was going nowhere, in all his frustration, anger and resentment to his father he never believed he would go to such lengths. Jamal never saw Adam standing there behind his mother, he threw his hands up and tried the last resort of trying to get them to see reason but it failed miserably. Suddenly the helicopter flew overhead towards the manor then banked sharply back round coming to land in the road whipping up the dust and blowing it at them all standing there. Mr Efeez recognised the helicopter and knew exactly who was about to turn up. Moham's security opened the door and he stepped out of the helicopter ducking and walking towards Adam. "Have you done it yet?" Moham asked Adam. Adam shook his head "They have been arguing constantly" he replied. Moham handed Adam a ring "Get it on his finger" he said smiling. Mr Efeez was astute enough in the world of business to know that it was a person in the Arabic community no one dare cross due to the influential power he had and ability to squash anyone who got in his way. Still he was completely astounded by his appearance and went scuttling over. Mrs Efeez explained to Jamal's father who this man was, he knew of the name and the wealth but was not in any league to ever have considered he would see him in person. Moham walked over ignoring Mr Efeez and straight towards Jamal "Jamal what is going on?". "You know my son?" Jamal's father asked looking shocked and standing in front of Jamal. Moham looked at him "Yes, I know him very well and look on him like family". Mr Efeez smiled "Then we are so blessed" he said hearing Moham talk of Jamal in that way. Moham waved his hand indicating to Jamal's father to move "This is not happening" he said. "Moham, what are you doing here?" Jamal asked feeling some relief easing through his body. Moham put his arm around Jamal "I am not going to let this happen, it has already upset Adam". "This arrangement is not happening" Moham said clearly to Jamal's father and Mr Efeez. "It must" Jamal's father insisted, "Do not interfere in family matters" he said making it clear. Moham turned to him "My closest business associate here is in love with Jamal" he informed him. "My son is not gay" Jamal's father replied going red in the face. Felicity put her hand on her husband's shoulder "Yes he is, I saw it when I went to get him". Mr Efeez turned to Jamal's father "I am sorry but there will be no match" he said. Mr Efeez gathered his family and walked towards their car "Pleasure to meet you Mr Jazeer". Moham nodded refusing to shake his hand "Thank you" he replied pushing Jamal towards Adam. Jamal walked past them and in to Adam's arms "I love you Adam" he said quite clearly. Gasps both families as he got on one knee "Jamal will you marry me?" Adam asked. He nodded "Yes" Jamal replied smiling and letting Adam put the ring on his finger. "No" Jamal's father cried, "you are no son of mine you dirty bastard" he said spitting on the floor. Jamal had never seen his father true Arabic side come out or react in this way before, having always been the apple in his eye and lauded for his education and being brought up in a solid family background. If he had just refused to talk or even acknowledge him he could have coped, being called a dirty bastard was two words too many. Jamal turned to his father "What do you think I did all those years you sent me to boarding school?" he asked. "I will tell you" Jamal raised his voice, "Sticking my cock in other students arses, that is what". Moham had to stop himself from laughing "Jam" he said trying to calm him down. Jamal shrugged Moham off "You locked me away in boarding school for years you selfish bastard". Jamal turned and grabbed Adam's hand angrily "Not now" he said to Adam, "too angry". Adam kissed him on the head, "Go up to the manor" Moham said to Adam. "Now how about you invite me for tea to talk before you loose Jamal for ever" Moham suggested. Moham dispatched the helicopter to the manor helipad taking Adam and Jamal away whilst Moham tried to to negotiate some peace. Partly shocked by Jamal's outburst and the definite resentment he had being pushed in to boarding school and an arranged marriage. By the time Moham returned to the manor with his body guard Jamal was sat in the greenhouse on his own, he needed space and time to think. Adam walked out of the study to meet Moham "What happened?" he asked. "Not a lot" Moham replied, "he wouldn't talk although his mother seemed more reasonable". "Where is he?" Moham asked. "Greenhouse, he wanted to be alone" Adam replied, "I can't believe he was going to marry him off". Moham nodded "It is what families do to get connections and raise themselves in the community". Adam went over and hugged Moham "I don't know what I would do without you, thank you". "Suggest you take him to London for a few days, get away from here" Moham advised. Adam nodded "Yes good idea" he replied smiling. "Bring him to the office as well Harry can keep him busy" Moham said then laughed. Adam walked through the gardens towards the greenhouse whilst he knew Jamal's father was Moroccan he never expected the family to be so traditional towards marriage and got his first taste of why interracial relationships often failed, the guilt and pressure Jamal must be under with the looming threat that his parents would disown him completely. Adam saw him sat there looking at pots lost in his thoughts and with no idea what Jamal was thinking now, he carefully walked inside and stood looking at him. Jamal looked at him "We can't marry just yet, I don't want to overshadow Conrad" he said. "You still want to marry me?" Adam asked looking for his reaction. Jamal nodded "Dam right we are" he replied smiling, "I am not letting you get away". Adam felt an incredible rush of love and ran forward kissing Jamal in desperation and hugging him tight.

Well my brother and I will be heading to a party tonight and it would be great to watch him get his ass fucked by strangers.

AS I STATED IN PART ONE OF THIS MULTIPART EXPERIENCE: Most of those who’ve read my real life “party” experiences may know that I’ve kept a “sex diary” since I was a teen-ager coming out in pre-AIDS New York City. This multi-part entry tells about the longest party weekend I’ve had in all my years back in 2006. I had started to tell this story on another now defunct site almost 10 years ago, but the notebook of my experiences from that time went missing when a friend borrowed the whole set and returned it with one book missing. He found the misplaced notebook just this month while doing a closet overhaul to relieve Corvid Cabin Fever. I will post it as I finish typing and editing, in several parts. PART 3 - FRIDAY MORNING FOG The bulk of the guests had departed as Kieran, Adam and I helped Jimmy clean up, while Lou and Vice put the office back in order, downloading a few things onto a USB drive. We all took a quick rinse in the playroom shower – except Vice who Jimmy let use the upstairs shower so as not to be too “uncomfortable” in the locker room style shower with the rest of us. So as we walked out into the early grey morning as I mentioned at the end of Part 2, there was some “what do you want to do?” type stuff going on. Adam was going to Manny’s so they could continue to wreck each other’s holes for a few hours, until the high wore down and they each needed to get ready for their shifts later. Actually, Manny had let me know I’d be welcome to be their third before he left the party, and Adam had agreed. But despite how hot these two pigs were – and the fun I’d had with each in the past – I also knew it would be a session focusing on getting those two ravenous holes full of as much of ANYTHING as we could, and I’d be serving more as a facilitator than an equal participant in that triangle. Wasn’t really what I wanted at the moment, and I also felt responsible for getting my Fratboy home to his hubby at our Guest House. So Adam wished us all a fun day and took off into the fog towards Bradford Street. Meanwhile, Lou had been distracted by several messages he got on his phone since the party wound down, and he looked up after listening to his last message. “Gotta handle a little down chain distribution issue, need to head up cape for a few hours,” he said. “Alone” Vice looked a bit taken back as Lou threw an arm around my shoulder and addressed me. “So, J-man, no worries, I’ll be back by mid-afternoon, text you, and I’ll stop by your room around 4pm,” he said to me, chuckling. ”Yeah back at T-Time.” “I’m not coming with?” asked Vice. Lou shook his head and said, “definitely not, can’t have you in on this one”. “Fuck. I understand yo, but where do I hang meantime? Can I have the keys to your crib and crash there ‘till you come back?” Lou shrugged and said “Vice my man, you KNOW nobody is allowed in there if I ain’t there too. I trust you boy, but I just can’t do that… can’t go to your Aunt’s house? Ain’t your uncle just headed to the boat around now?” Vice snorted and muttered “fuck that, no…” Just then it began to drizzle. Lou looked over at me, “so J-daddy, you think you could let my man here crash in your room until I get back? I’ll make it worth your while…” he said, as he waved a bag at me and winked. “If Vice doesn’t mind that we’re gonna continue the sex games for a while, that’s cool with me.” Vice shrugged and nodded yes. Lou grabbed my neck and laid a wet one on me whispering in my ear “thanks – now keep working on his barriers” as he slipped the baggie into my pouch. Lou took off into the drizzle and gloom also towards Bradford and the final three of us started a brisk walk and turned onto Commercial Street. I gave Kieran and Vice a better introduction. Kieran asked why Vice had stayed in the office all evening. “Vice generally doesn’t work our side of the street and the rules were everyone had to flip – even if he was cool getting blown or something, he certainly wouldn’t be bottoming.” Vice was blushing, but nodded then admitted sheepishly “My bitch is outatown, and Lou had me party a bit with him and Jimmy and J here – did some wickie freaky shit I thought I’d never do, but getting my ass reamed or my face fucked was just too much, you know?” Kieran nodded “Makes sense, I guess – well, I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but if you feel like repeating what you DID like before with us now, I’d be down with that.” Vice pursed his lips and nodded his head in the affirmative. “Besides,” I put in with a smirk, “listening to all that sex noise for the past 4 hours you must need to blow a major load or two.” Vice chuckled and replied “man, you don’t know the half of it.” Conversation shifted and Kieran and Vice bonded over hockey, both having played through high school and both being huge fans of the Bruins, and switching to baseball to include me, not without a lot of ribbing about being a Yankee fan surrounded by Red Sox territory. We were bit of a strange trio as we walked – not that Provincetown isn’t quite used to seeing Leather Men returning home at 6am – just not usually accompanied by a guy in basketball shorts, socks and slides, and a white B.U. hoodie over it (loaned to him by Jimmy). Vice had his ball cap on under the hood, and pulled the hood down as far as it could go and still let him see as he periodically looked around us from side to side. “Fuck, I knew this could happen…” he cursed under his breath as he pulled us into the alley by the Lobster Pot. “Let me know when those two guys with the green jackets are gone… fuck, fuck, figures…” I stepped back towards Commercial Street and leaned against the side of the Pot, pretending to be fiddling with my phone. They were obviously local fishermen, one older one young, who took no notice of me as they continued down Standish to the fishing pier. After they were well past, I slipped back and said they were gone. “Jeez that was close,” Vice muttered. “Looked like fishermen… friends of yours?” I asked, all innocence. “Not friends, family… my frickin’ bastid of a uncle and my bass ackward cuz.” Peeking around the corner again, I added “who you’d really rather didn’t see you out at dawn with two tricked out leather fags, I suppose?” “Don’t be like that man, turns out you guys are really chill, but they’d never get it – I’d never hear the end of the shit they’d give me for that – totally nothing against you, ya know?” Both Kieran and I nodded and smiled as he continued “see, ‘at’s why I couldn’t hang there – showing up as they were headin’ to work, them knowin’ I’d been out all night and obviously a bit fucked up? Hell, they’d make up shit to accuse me of… and my Aunt would just sit there clicking her tongue at me, shaking her head, while she burns through a half-a-pack of unfiltered Camels…” The kid sure had a way with words – couldn’t wait to write some of this stuff down! “Let’s get a move on then,” I said. The chatter on the last few minutes of our damp walk shifted back to sex and some of the wilder stuff Vice had seen us doing on the computer monitor and times when the door was opened for a while. Fisting, for example was just overwhelming to him, astonished it was even possible, let alone fun. Still, Kieran and I traded a silent smirk at the tent in those basketball shorts. We finally reached The Ranch and Vice let out a laugh and shook his head, “never thought I’d see the inside of THIS place…” as I keyed open the outer door and we crept in quietly. Heading to the stairs I sent the two of them ahead of me and stuck my head into the tiny office where one of the house boys yawned while watching a vid without sound. “Could you drop some extra towels up to room 21, Karl?” I said to the German ex-pat, “we need to dry off some leather, and there won’t be any left for showers otherwise.” He nodded an affirmative as I moved quickly up the stairs to catch up, letting the guys into my room, where Vice let out a sigh and pulled the damp hoodie off. “Let’s keep the mood going,” I said as I pulled my water bong and torch from the inside of the nightstand drawer, adding some crystals from the most recent baggie from Lou. Melting the crystals carefully, I let the pool recrystallize while the three of us started removing our wet items and laying them out on the towels already in my room. Sparking the torch again, I took a huge rip and indicated to the guys I was ready to shotgun – and amazingly, Vice got there first! I passed the flame and glassware to them and booted up my laptop setting it on top of the dresser facing the bed and put on a porn dvd (extreme low volume) that was a compilation a friend had made up and given me for just such an occasion. A mix of gay bareback scenes, a few amateur partying vids, and a few clips that started out with bi scenes and a T-girl scene or two which hopefully would be enough of a turn on for Vice without turning me or Frat Boy off. He and Kieran were almost naked sitting side by side on the edge of the bed passing the bong back and forth and shot-gunning, though not really making out, not yet at least. I took the bong back for a hit and returned it to Vice as I brought out a couple of types of lube and maximum impact and a cloth, plus a roll of paper towels. Indicating the bedside drawer, I said “pipes, more T, vitamin V, a bit of G are ready in the drawer, “accessories” in the open suitcase…” I indicated the roller case laid flat and open on the floor of the closet displaying toys, cockrings, and more leather. “And the cooler has Gatorade, yogurt and some fruit… hydrate bois!” I had nothing left on me except chaps and so bending to pull out a large bottle to start us off, I gave the boys a full view of my muscle butt framed in black leather. “Fuckin’A, there’s that hawt friggin hole again,” growled our captive straight boy as I continued pulling out a few refreshments replying “I guarantee you’ll like Kieran’s butt as much if not better than mine – and he’s a lot younger too.” “Doubt it man, but hafta’ test it out…” Just then we heard wind and heavy drumming on the window. “Holy cow we got back just in time,” I said looking out the window at what was now a howling downpour. “Supposed to last all day and tonight,” Kieran said then smacked his lips. I turned with a smirk to see Kieran on his knees swallowing Vice’s uncut linguica as the tradie stud sucked down some more clouds. Kiernan switched back and forth from my cock to Vice’s as I sucked in a huge hit and leaned over to shotgun. That was the moment there was a quick tap and a voice saying “towels” as the door opened a crack and Karl slipped inside. “oh, yes… that’s a sight,” he whispered as he made sure the door was closed behind him. Putting the towels down, he surreptitiously ran his thumb along the bulge in his running shorts while eyeing us and the pipe with hunger. “Please, if I may, I’ve been alone on shift all night – would you allow me to partake?” Wondering where he learned his very formal style of English, I passed him the bong, and held the torch for him as he took several good long draws. As he slowly blew out his third cloud, he looked around at us with a guilty looking smile. “I waited an extra few minutes hoping to find you like this… forgive me, but you are all very hot. My shift ends at 7am and I am free until the afternoon. Feel no obligation but would you be interested in one more?” The three of us suddenly looked like buyers at a BMW lot as we scoped him out – I couldn’t have said it then (since the movie hadn’t been made yet) but he kind of looked like a compact version of Kristof from “Frozen”. In his string top and shorts he was chesty, with nice arms, killer “soccer” legs and butt, tip of a fat uncut dick peeking out from the shorts. Ice blue eyes, buzz cut, smooth and vascular with the whitest white skin ever. Hell, worked for me. “I’m up for it,” I said, “but I have to see if my guests agree. “Totally,” that was Kieran, who looked up from his cock work at Vice who just chuckled and said “why the hell not?” I looked back at Karl and smiled, “Unanimous, come back when you’re done… oh, you know us, but this is Vice – now Kieran and I are both verse but he’s our straight pal, just having some fun with us today, so he’s top only and the only thing that goes near his ass is tongue. Period. That cool?” Karl nodded yes, “That is hot,” he said looking at the local stud “I hope you will fuck me.” As he took another long draw from the waterpipe, I held up a crystal and lube saying “booty bump for the road?” Karl bent showing his magnificent ass, and applying lube with my pinky, I then slipped the shard in, “might burn for a minute or two, but that fades quickly… see you in 15 minutes or so.” Karl said “20 minutes – I am cleaned out but want quick touch up shower.” He slipped out the door with a wink. “Dang you guys are a panic – is it this easy all the time for you guys?” “Yes,” I said exactly at the same time as Kieran was saying “No.” Laughing, I mumbled “well I’m older and I have absolutely NO shame.” “Ya know before we get started, I need to run back to the room, drop my stuff and leave a note for my man in case he wakes early… otherwise you got me until 9:30 or so.” Pulling on the jock he left in my room last night, he bundled up his sneakers, shirt and shorts and cracked the door. “Back in a flash!” “He can go out there like that?” Vice asked as I was loading more into the bowl of the pipe. “No problem, the place is clothing optional on the upper floors. By the way, just so you know for later the bathroom and showers are right next door to this room so you can slip right over there wearing as little or as much as you like.” The kid just laughed shaking his head, indicating ‘mind blown’ with his hands as I melted the crystal for us. “I’m so glad you showered at Jimmy’s” I told him as I held the torch and bong while he drew. He raised an eyebrow at me saying “Oh?” on his exhale. “Yeah,” I replied “so I could go back to where we were before.” Taking a long pull, I handed him the stuff while holding the hit, got behind him, having him lean and spread his legs some, then dropped to my knees got my face in his crack and breathed that cloud into his hole. I followed it with my tongue, and both of us moaned. “Why ya’ think I took the shower?” he laughed. “Was hoping to get more of this.” It was as good or better than the afternoon since we were both ramped up. Kieran slipped back through the door, “nice, keep doing what you’re doing.” He dropped a bag with his key, poppers, rubber cock rings and stuff on the dresser and picked up the pipe and torch. He turned Vice at an angle from where he had been leaning on the dresser and dropped to his knees in front of that uncut cock, while I was still behind chowing on that hairy hole. Sparking the torch, Kieran said “Charlie’s still totally out, left him a note, and yeah, supposed to storm all day and well past midnight…” I heard the water in the bong bubbling, and pulled out to say “meaning it’s a day and night to have fun indoors, what will we do?” Snickering, Kieran passed the pipe holding his hit and fondling that meaty cock, I drew my own hit, and winking K and I simultaneously clouded Vice’s cock and hole. “Awww…” was all we heard for a while, then “died and gone to heaven.” We spent a few minutes oral double teaming the stunned stud, until I needed to stretch my neck. Sitting back on my haunches, I looked at them “time for you to start you ass comparison, man.” I directed Kieran to his knees on side of the bed, and told him to show his hole. “Get his cock hard and wet, while I get your hole ready.” Vice knelt on the other side of the bed getting his cock sucked while I stayed on the floor rimming Kieran’s hot hole… after the fucking we’d all had during the party, he really didn’t need much prep, but hell, I wanted some rim time before Vice slipped in. Finally, I barked “Batter up!” Chuckles as Vice got off the bed and I heard the Max Impact spray from the direction of Kieran’s head. His hand slipped the can and cloth in my direction, and I took a whiff myself as I watched those hairy satyr legs step up to that frat hole, and the whisper “slide me in?” With a quick lick to the hood and head, I maneuvered that straight boy cock into that beautiful jock hole. Admiring for a few moments the two sets of balls swinging against each other, I tongued the junction of dick and hole for a minute, then slipped away once they’d adjusted to the position and Vice began to fuck in earnest. Damn it looked hot. Standing, I just watched for a minute, as they got into a rhythm and both began to mutter and moan. “Dude, up here, my mouth is lonely.” Getting up on the bed, I knelt in front of Kieran and he swallowed me whole. That boy sure knew how to suck! We got into a nice groove and I was pleasantly surprised when Vice reached up with one hand and tweaked one of my nips! “Am I doin it right?” he smirked at me. “Damn dude,” I replied, “yes, yes you are. Thank you.” “’S only polite,” he breathed. “Yeah, suck that man’s tool, dude – hot boi takin it from both ends.” Kieran’s eyes widened and looked up at me as he sucked, showing his surprise at how far this straight guy was getting into it. “Fuckin’ yeah, can’t choose which hole is better, gotta test it more.” He started to really pound for a minute, then altered his style by twisting his hips on each downstroke. Kieran looked like a happy fulfilled pig. We were in this configuration when Karl tapped and slipped into the room. “Mmm… latch the door?” said Kieran pulling off my cock for a second. “You guys keep at it and I’ll start welcoming our new guest,” I said, getting off the bed.

Recently I met a new fuckbuddy. Horny hairy 40s daddy with a great thick 8+. After an initial fuck frenzy when we just met we settled on a comfortable twice a week. Usually good for a hard long ass pounding and two loads. Prefers to go at it doggy too, which is my fav position. Saw him Wednesday night (only one load sadly...) and then again last night (Friday). Pounded my hole for only 10 minutes to deliver his first load. Took a break and chatted for while (while i played with his cock). When his cock came back to life we went for round two, which took a lot longer. Thought he'd never cum again but he delivered. The hard endless hole battering made me shoot my load all over the bed. Horny fucker. When he left he asked what I was doing Saturday night (tonight). So here's me hoping for some more 😉

Chapter 1: On Boarding I moved to Vermont because I needed something different, something slower. Brooklyn will always be a part of me, but I grew tired of the pace at which life moves in the city. And COVID affirmed my decision--everything I loved about living in New York City was now off limits, and the quality of life wasn't worth it if I couldn't enjoy the museums, restaurants, bars, etc. So I took a job teaching science at a local high school in Vermont. I knew it was going to be a totally different experience than teaching high school in Brooklyn, but I couldn't imagine just how different my life would be. Dating in Brooklyn was easy for me. I acknowledge my good looks, and I know how to leverage my smile to sink my 8 inch cock into almost any pussy I set my eyes on. I am 6'1", with short, sandy blond hair that is parted to the right side, green eyes, a long face with some light, blond stubble. The power of my grin made navigating through world much easier, and my love for swimming only added to my ease in that my body is nicely sculpted. I'm not a not a juice head with layers of muscle, I'm toned, tall, and svelte. At the beginning of my career, I quickly made the connection that having an aesthetic made my life easier when dealing with teenagers, so I am usually in black or gray fitted pants with a fitted henley that hints at my toned body. And of course, my signature: round tortoise shell glasses. My male students wanted to be me, and my female students wanted to fuck me, and in truth, I loved having that effect. I arrived in Burlington a couple days before inservice to get my new life together. I was lucky to find a one bedroom apartment in downtown Burlington. Like so many New England apartments, it was an old home that was converted into different apartments over the years. The layout was a bit strange, but the original wood floors, large trim, and old white enamel cabinets in the kitchen gave the space charm. I'm a science teacher, so obviously I scattered houseplants throughout the apartment--the place felt fresh. That first morning I stopped in the coffee shop below my apartment, and walked along Lake Champlain. I was loving my new life. I made the right decision. On my second day in Burlington, I arrived late to my inservice. I thought thought I was supposed to go to the high school, but I was actually supposed to report to HR for the on-boarding process. As I walked into the district office, I was frazzled, and the woman at the front desk looked up from her computer, "New hire?" "Yes. I'm sorry I'm late." I raised my eyebrows and grinned. I forgot she couldn't see my smile through my mask. In a dry, unimpressed tone, she said, "Come with me." She led me to a conference room where there were 4 people sitting at one side of a long table watching a screen 6 feet apart. I quickly grabbed a seat so as to not disturb everyone. Because we were six feet apart, nobody had masks on, so I took mine off. The guy sitting one chair away, glanced over as I took of my mask. From six feet away, I did my best to whisper to the guy, "Did I miss anything important?" "Not unless your particularly interested in blood born pathogens." He raised one eyebrow, and gave a quick smile. "I'm Chase," he said. "Lucas. Nice to meet you, and thanks for filling me in." "No problem," replied Chase. "You actually arrived just in time. I think we get a small break after this is over," he said pointing to screen which was now showing spilled blood on a classroom floor. "Excellent," I said, and flashed him a grin. Chase gave me a warm smile, and I noticed he took a little longer to take in my face. I didn't think anything of the extra moment. I just assumed that I'm in a small city in Vermont, and this is how people act--like humans rather than competition or a possibility to network or sell something. After the video ended, Chase stood up, threw his arms over his head and stretched. That's when I noticed how big this guy was. I was tall, but Chase was at least 6'4", and he was seriously. He had a dark, almost black hair that was coiffed like Clark Kent, in fact, he gave off Henry Cavill vibes. I was sitting down, and when he threw his hands over his head, his white short sleeved button down shirt came up enough to see that he had a treasure trail over his muscled stomach. I wasn't intentionally looking. His abs were just in my line of vision, but he happened to see me noticing his abs. He looked down, smiled, and winked. I blushed a little, and looked down at the HR paper work in front of me. I really wasn't gay. I was honestly just admiring how fit he was. There was nothing sexual about it, and I was hoping he understood that, and that wink was him just giving me a hard time. The rest of the morning was pretty standard: direct deposit, health care, contract, blah, blah, blah. After they released us, I got up, looked at Chase, and said, "It was nice to meet you. I'm sure all be seeing you around." "Definitely. Enjoy the rest of your day." I put on my mask and walked toward the bathroom. As I was peeing, I heard the door open behind me. A few seconds later Chase stepped up to the urinal beside me. "Well, this is awkward. We just said goodbye, and yet here we are peeing next to each other." I laughed through my mask. "Well, we won't have to endure the awkwardness much longer. I'm almost done here." "Oh, damn," he said, and appeared to make a gesture to crane his neck and take a look at my dick. Was this guy coming on to me? He did not seem like a gay dude. In fact, he seemed very straight. I gave an awkward laugh, shook my dick, stuffed it back in my pants, and turned to wash my hands. "I'm new to Burlington," said Chase. "You know any good spots to grab a drink?" "I don't. I'm also new to town." From the mirror I could see Chase zip up, and join me at the next sink. "Oh. Well, do you have any plans after this? It would be great to not look pathetic sitting outside on a patio by myself." I smiled. "Yeah, I know the feeling. I'd be down to grab a drink. I've been busy putting my apartment together, so I haven't had a chance to scope out the bars yet, but I live right there." "Let's do some research on the way," said Chase as he dried off his hands. "I'm actually on my bicycle, so why don't you text me your location, and I'll meet you there?" We exchanged numbers, which I had never done in a men's bathroom before, but, again, I chalked this up to the friendly atmosphere Burlington put off, and the fact that neither of us had any friends in the area. As I rode toward my apartment, I quickly noticed the temperature rose considerably since my bike ride that morning. By the time I got to my apartment to drop off my bag, I was dripping with sweat. Did I have time to take a quick shower? I checked my phone to see if Chase had found a spot. Chase: I went to a couple of bars, and they're booked solid. It's so nice today, that everyone and their brother is out. Lucas: Damn. Let's plan for tomorrow, then. Chase: Didn't you say you live down here? I could pick some local beer, and we could turn your place into a bar. 🙂 Okay, this dude was clearly bored and lonely. But it's not as though I had anything else to do... Lucas: Sure. My bike ride over here was hot and sweaty, so I'm going to jump in shower. The address is 184 Main Street. It's the glass door to side of Muddy Waters. The code is 1616#. I'm apartment 2. I'll be quick about my shower, but I'll leave the door unlocked just in case you get here before I'm out. Chase: Perfect.

Met a top on Squirt awhile ago and he fucked me outdoors a couple of times. We finally got a motel a couple of days ago and he brought some thongs, panties, lingerie etc from his wife so I could dress a bit. He has a nice cut cock, average size but very stiff curving upwards. I sucked his cock to get it ready for my hole ( he calls it pussy) I got on the bed and he started fucking me doggy and then missionary as if fucking his wife. After about 20 minutes he dumped a big load deep in side. Wow felt so good. I could feel all his cum leaking out and told him to take some pics. Within about half hour I could feel his cock rising so I sucked it back to life and he told me to lie on my stomach so he could breed me again. When he shot his load this time he said he wants to make me pregnant. So hot.

Chapter 2: Beer and Bros The water felt refreshing as it ran down my naked body. The HR on boarding process was brutal, and my bicycle ride home was hot. The water was lulling me into a haze, and I was beginning to forget myself. My cock was getting fatter, and I began to fist it while I tweaked my right nipple on my well defined pec. Suddenly I heard the door to the apartment close, and I was pulled back from my haze. Shit. I forgot about Chase. I rinsed myself one last time, and turned the shower off. As I was drying off, I yelled from the bathroom, "Sorry, Chase! I'm nearly ready." I heard Chase open a beer. "No sweat." He chuckled. "Actually, a lot of sweat. It's hot as fuck in here." I wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked from the bathroom to the bedroom, which gave me a glimpse of Chase. He was sweating through his white button down shirt. The sweat was making a v pattern from his muscular shoulders to the middle of his chest. I could see right through it. He smiled at me, and looked me up and down as I passed into the bedroom to put clothes on. What was happening? Was I imagining the longer looks, the craned neck in the bathroom, the once over just now? If so, why would I imagine this? If not, did I just invite a sweaty gay dude up to my apartment for beers? I threw on some running shorts and t-shirt. "Yeah, there's nothing like showering away the sweat, only to get out and sweat more." I came out of the bedroom, and ushered Chase to sofa. He handed me a beer on the way over, and I cracked it open. Chase sat down, and looked up at me. "Well, at least we look good doing it. Cheers." There it was again. Did he just say that I looked good sweaty? I forced out a laugh, "Yeah. Cheers." I took a long chug from the beer. I was hot as fuck, and this was a little awkward. "That's delicious. What are we drinking?" "It's a double IPA from Hinesburg, you know, one of those hazy, juicy New England IPAs." "A double IPA? They're usually a little too malty for my taste, but this is fantastic. I should watch out." And yet I took another swig--it was just so damn hot, and this was cold and refreshing. "So tell me about yourself, Chase." Chase is an English teacher, and he got a job teaching 8th grade at the middle school. "It's not my first choice, but it's a good gig, and sooner or later I hope I can move up to the high school." "Oof. Yeah, middle schoolers are so awkward." "So awkward, it's painful at times. While I do love teaching, the real reason I'm here is because I got a job as the head football coach at the high school." "Ah. That explains your body." Jesus. Did that fall out of mouth? "Sorry, I mean, well...you're built like a brick house. I mean you look great." What was I saying? Stop. right. now. Chase looked me directly in the eye, and gave me that warm smile. "Thanks. I can't say I feel great right now. Your apartment is a furnace." "Yeah, do people in Vermont have AC's? It never occurred to me how hot the summer can get, especially being on third floor. I think I may have to break down and get a window unit." "I agree. Until then, do you mind if I take off my shirt? This wet cotton is uncomfortable." I swallowed the rest of the beer down. "Uh, sure." Chase got up and unbuttoned his shirt revealing a chiseled body with hard lines everywhere. His chest hair spread out across his hard, wide pecs, and then swooped down into a V that lead to a trail which disappeared beneath his waistband. He threw his shirt over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, and got two more beers. As we sat there sharing stories from our lives, and guzzling down a few more beers, I too, sweat through my t-shirt. "I look ridiculous being the only one here that's shirtless. Plus that shirt is soaked. Won't you join me?" I was drunk at this point, and Chase's logic made sense. I stood up, and as I pulled my shirt over my head, I began to stumble." "Whoa! Whoa!" cried Chase. I felt one of his arms wrap around my waist, and with his other arm, he finished yanking the shirt off of me. His arm was still wrapped around my waist, and it felt good. As our wet, slick bodies pressed against each other, something was awakened deep inside of me. I stayed in his embrace for a few seconds too long. I backed away, and sat back down. "Um. Sorry. Those double IPAs are strong!" "Yeah, they really are. I'm pretty drunk myself. I don't think I'm going to be able to drive home tonight. I bought a little house in Richmond on 10 acres, and it's about a 30 minute drive. I'm not even sure if Uber goes out that far. Do you mind if I crash here?" So I was sitting in my living room with a shirtless god, we're both drunk, and I was constantly wondering whether or not he was gay. And now he was asking if he could stay the night. Honestly, I was feeling so good, and I genuinely enjoyed his company, so I heard myself saying, "Of course!" "In that case, should we have another beer?" "Definitely." When I came back from the refrigerator, Chase was down to his black briefs. "Sorry, I hope you don't mind. I was getting swamp ass in my pants." "Cheers." I handed him a beer. He looked me over again. "You know, you have such a great body. What do you do to keep that fit," asked Chase. "I swim, lift, and run." "I'm impressed. I also love your style. Simple and chic." I laughed. "You like my style right now," I asked looking down at my almost naked body. "Especially right now." There it was again. Even drunk, I was certain Chase just hit on me. It felt good. Usually I was the one who hitting on the girl. "You know Lucas, I watched you walk into that conference room today, and from the moment you removed your mask, and grinned at me, I have been wanting to kiss you." I could feel my heart beating in my head. "I'm...um, you know...I'm not." As I was forming the words, Chase slipped off the couch, and in one swoop landed his lips right onto mine. And the thing is...I loved it.

But that's just it: RIGHT NOW, you need to take a drug for your health, to preserve your HIV-negative status. It's that simple. People who routinely have bareback sex, particularly bottoms who have multiple partners, are at significantly elevated risk for contracting HIV. That's a fact. PrEP is a means of managing that risk. There's no guarantee that without PrEP you'll become poz, but it's not a negligible chance, either. It's substantial. Think of it like diabetes. Several years ago, I was diagnosed with pre-diabetes, and ignored it for a while. At one point, my A1C (a measure of long-term blood sugar activity, not a "snapshot" of where it is right this minute) had spiked into the 9+ range - well into the diabetic range, and my doctor put me on medication to treat it. He also strongly advised that I adjust my diet to reduce my carb and sugar intake, which I did. As a result, my A1C level has for years been well in the "normal" range, and he's reduced my medication significantly with no ill effects. It's now more of a preventative, rather than a treatment, to keep my system in line. And because I'm managing it with my diet as well, he's been able to switch me to a medication that is much more "friendly" to my kidneys, etc. I get that you'd rather you were an invincible 20-something who doesn't need medication for anything. But the reality is that you do. And the sooner you come to grips with that, the healthier overall you'll be. As others have noted: If you take it daily, think of it like a multivitamin. In fact, if it helps, take a multivitamin along with it, and just think of them together as your vitamins. They're insurance for keeping you healthy.

Great time of the year to do some public cruising. Always find hot guy's in track pants willing to do as told. Get it nice and wet Boy because I don't plan on using Lube and I only BB

What scares me more than anything is just how easily we excuse or ignore the actions of the President. And as I explain, try to think back to pre WW2 Germany and a n'eer do well guy named Adolph. Donald wasn't much of a soldier ( in fact, he was never a soldier thanks to some handy "bone spurs") Adolph , well he was unremarkable and as a means to move him along he was tasked with spying on a political party the government was concerned about. Donald got a mission of his own- to harass a duly elected, 1st black president; over his birth place..and did that for a right wing splinter of the Republican Party. Adolph discovered he liked power and ended up seizing leadership of a political wing called the Nazi Party. Donald was seen as the great white savior to the right white, and since he had a following, the Republican Party allowed him a seat at the table. The German government, in an attempt to control Adolph, gave him and his Nazi party, seats in the government. Now, both at this point were like wheels on a train- Donald began casting doubt about the media, and bullying and intimidating his own parties candidates while urging his masses to lock up his opponent- even promising to do so the day he was sworn in as his first action. Adolph, well he did a lot the same- he questioned anyone who did not agree with him- and many quickly learned to agree with anything he said or face a quick arrest and then a "suicide" in a basement holding room. In those days, the media and the opposing politicians each faced a similar route to conversion- those who wanted to live became spineless and ball-less minions to Adolph.Soon, Adolph did and said whatever he wanted, and even the established government was too afraid to question him ( Insert Mitch and company here, hell , even Little Marco and Lyin Ted are his cheerleaders now) Our version, Donald, figured out early on Muslims and ANY brown people-especially if they spoke Spanish, were the threat to the American way of life and bastardized them. Adolph saw the Jews and the gays as his targets, and rounded them up and displaced them. And just like Donald, he would separate the children from the mothers and fathers. As we heard this week, for at least 545 of the children who Donald did this to, their parents have just... well, they cannot be found. The Germans were free to grab up the riches of the displaced if the government didn't get to it first. And they prospered at the cost of how many million lives. In our country, the stock market HAS soared and many see their 401K $$ growing, and do not worry at what cost. Donald has amassed a police force in Homeland Security; esp his special division of Customs and Immigrations officers who will swoop into whatever city he asks them to in unmarked vehicles, grab up citizens, and speed off. Adolph would be proud- they act just like his SS did. Adolph and Donald are twins- neither one is ever responsible for what they have caused, always blaming the hated group, or other people around them, or other nations for their own issues. Adolph loved building mansions in the mountains and massive sea fortresses along the French shore, Donald has his wall ( please stand back, parts have been known to blow down in a strong wind) And while he has his mega mansions too- many as exclusive pay for political favor golf clubs, he also has a litany of failed casino and airline ventures that left so many creditors and their employees under paid if paid at all. Adolph though Benito was his buddy, Donald still thinks Little Kim is his best friend and loves him. Adolph played with human lives thru a sadistic doctor and unethical medical science experiments where thousands upon thousands died. Donald has ignored reputable medical experts and has so far allowed a controllable if not totally containable virus to kill 223,000 Americans so far and many many more will die. I had a history teacher, probably several, try to drive home to us to study the past, to learn from the past,so the errors of the past ( and the horrors) are not repeated. I hope our society - particularly the elected members of BOTH parties, and both houses, wake up, put their balls back on, and work as ONE to restore our country to a civil, and caring nation. From Supreme Court judgeship games to inaction on everything one party or the other believes is in the country's best interest, our current legislators have become 110% culpable for whatever happens to all of us in the next decade.

Chapter 6 "Damn! My hole needs dick! C'mon AJ! Fuck! Fuck me! Pound my hole!" I continued saying louder and louder. Out of nowhere, a slap across my face on one side and then again on the other side. I was a bit shocked. My face stung. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" Came a roaring voice that sounded as though he was standing between my widely spread and secured legs. "Have you no respect?" He said. Before i could answer a hand covered my mouth. "Don't answer. Don't want to hear any other words spoken from you. Only the sounds you will make as we work you over. As we use you like the bottom bitch you are." He laughed as he took his hand off my face and then i again was slapped across each sides of my face. This time a little harder. Just as the 2nd slap happened the butt plug was pulled from my hole. I uttered a bit of a cry/yell from the sensation. My nips are very very sensitive. Just softly touching them or tongue teasing them drives me crazy. They've always been that way. Even a shirt rubbing on them can be crazy. Which is why i never had them pierced. Pinching them or tit clamps are over kill. Can be painful. I felt both my nips being gently rolled between a pair of thumbs and finger. They were wet. By instinct I tried to pull me legs up and outward. My hole twitched and forgot about the buttplug being jerked from me. My dick throbbed with each twist and touch. I groaned in small bits. My mind then caught up and I just caught onto what he had said moments ago. Stupidly, I blurted out, "AJ. What do you mean we?" The hands left my nips and one went to my jaw and squeezed hard enough forcing my mouth open. The other hand ripped off the blindfold. "You just gotta keep talking!" He shouted as he slapped my face again. "I said shut the fuck up! AJ left for a bit. Said he had to go see a bud named Tim who lives a few units down. Said he was gonna tell him that while he was showering you showed up all fucked up. That he tried to help you but you were really twisted. That you then grabbed a couple things and took off sayin you wouldnt be back and to tell tim that you were sorry. That you needed to party more and were going to go fuck around with some buds you met. AJ brought Tim your phone too and said you dropped it on your way out. This way Tim won't bother looking for you and you know Tim hates partying. So, leaves you for our use as long as we want to." he laughed as he spoke, slowly walking away from in between my legs and towards a chest of drawers. "We saw you come in with AJ while we worked on his water heater. You looked pretty hot and once we got a look of you in that sling, we figured we had to get some of that." he said in a deep scratchy voice. He was about 5'10", wore a pair of overalls unbuttoned on one side and work boots. His hair was shoulder length, dark brown. His eyes were a glowing green. He was around 30 something, 5 o'clock shadow, built like he was in construction, his arms bigger than my legs with hands more like giant mits. As he walked along the side of the room, he rubbed the large bulge under his overalls as he pulled the other side of the overalls over his shoulder and began pushing them towards the floor. He stopped once they were around his ankles, then stepped out of his work boots, then the overalls, then stepped back into his work boots, adjusting them and the white socks that were stretched to the max as they went up his massive calves. He kicked the overalls aside, then opened the drawer in front of him, pulling out a harness, armband, and cockring. His perfect muscled butt faced me and his muscles flexed as he put on the gear. He looked fucking hot. He then turned slightly and looked at me hangin in the sling - my mouth open and lust in my eyes. He said, "Dont say a fucking word. Just nod. U like?" I couldnt nod yes fast enough. "You're gonna either love or hate this", he said as he turned around holding his steel hard pipe drilling dick with his hand and tweaking his nip with the other hand. His dick was easily 9 inches, cut, thick as shit, with a wicked curve topped with a shining giant PA. While I was in awe, I was more than a bit worried. I had never bern fucked with a PA in a dick. He laughed as he smacked his dick into his hand a few times, waving it towards me. "You look a little freaked there boy. Love how your eyes look like their sayin ' holy fuck'! Cant wait to see the look on your face when you see Cecil!" He then turned back around and started pulling things out of another drawer. I could see lube bottles, pipe, straw, poppers, tubing, needles, good sized bag of tina, some short rubber like things I couldnt make out, and some other items I also couldnt make out. I was too busy watching him to my left that I hadnt seen the arrival of his bud Cecil to my right until i felt my dick being grabbed and stroked and my right nip being squeezed very hard, causing me to yelp in pain from my nip and my body arch in the sling to meet his strokes. Laughing from the both of them followed by, "there you are cecil!". Cecil continued his pinching of my right nipple and slowly stroking my dick. Tears rolled from my eyes from the pain of my nip. My mouth was wide open. I dared not say anything. It was so hard. Cecil stood naked except for work boots at about 6 foot. He was built much the same as his bud, late 30s, black, also longer hair in dreds. He looked mean. He dick looked even meaner - even semi soft was easily 8 inches with a set of huge bull nuts. My eyes grew bigger. Cecile's bud started to laugh a bit, followed by an almost deep and evil animalistic grunting sound. "Cecile dont speak english, or speak much at all to be honest. But when he gets going you'd think you were in a stable of bulls! There are some words we do want to hear from you - AND ONLY these words. You can say 'master' for Cecile and 'Sir' for me. You can also say 'yes, fuck me, harder please, and deeper please' ONLY when asked. You are NOT to say ANYTHING else." Sir said as he walked up to my left side, sticking two fingers into my mouth and pinching my left nip hard. He kept feeding me his fingers and twisting my nip as Master worked my right nip and stroked my now rock hard leaking dick faster. Sir forced my head to look at Master as they continued their play. My nips hurt. Bad. Master grunted and snarled at me as he drew his body closer to mine. His dick now growing as it slid from my side across my stomach. They both stopped pinching my nips. Sir withdrew his fingers and Master placed 3 in their place. 3 thicker and longer fingers. I gagged a bit as he thrust them in and out around my mouth. He forced me to keep looking at him as he continued to snarl and grunts. Master began to hump my right side as the sling began to sway side to side. Sir returned and placed the short rubber things on each nip. They were like suction cups. Though my nips were on fire they were more sensitive than ever before. I moaned at the sensation as Sir flicked each one a few times. Master stroked my dick more faster and longer. I was quickly getting close to shooting my load. My balls began to draw up. Master could see the feeling of euphoria washing across my face and looked at my dick now pumping out steady precum with every stroke. Master grunted and his face looked angrier. He grunted, stopped stroking my dick and instead grabbed the base of my dick hard as he pulled his fingers from my mouth and shoved them up into my hole. Sir covered my mouth with one hand and grabbed my balls with the other - squeezing them hard as he pulled my sac away from my body. Master then swallowed my dick to the root and lightly tongued the head of my cock. I about screamed, but couldnt. My body ached to blow my load. It was torture to not cum. More torture as Master roughly shoved his fingers in and out of my hole...grazing my inner cum button with each entry and exit. After a few minutes, still much on edge, Master let my dick fall from his mouth and thrust, hard his fingers inside me and froze them. Sir slapped my balls causing me to wince and try to move away. Then it all stopped. My mouth was let free, hanging open and literally drooling. My balls released and Masters fingers removed. I gasped for air. My body sweated like crazy. I let out short moans and groans. Sir and Master now both stood between my legs. Both looking first at my exposed hole as it twitched and begged to be filled and my eyes as they stood, legs apart, each slowly stroking their cocks. Precum dripped from the tips and lubed their shafts. Sir then said, "You want to fuck this boy up or fuck up this boy to threads Cecile?" Master slowly walked towards me, his dick leading the way. He stopped between my legs and bounced his torso against my ass hard. My body and sling swung and came back as he thrust again, harder, and my body and sling swayed further. And again. Then he stood there with his massive dick in hand. Aimed at my hole as my body, restrained, legs wide and open, my hole exposed began its return swing back towards him. I closed my eyes and bit down as hard as I could. And bam! My ass slapped against his torso and everything stopped. I could feel nothing. No pain. No pleasure. Had I passed out? WTF? Then the loud clanging of the sling chains erupted as Master had gripped behind my head with both hands and jack hammered against my body and the sling. His dick hard as fuck standing straight up against his torso and coming to rest at my hole each time. His dreds slapping my face and upper body. Grunting. Deep grunting. The chains almost loose then extending each time. Master then stopped and backed away stroking his dick. An evil grin across his face as he snarled and tossed his dreds back. Sir said, "fuck up this boy to threads it is then!"

The weather is getting colder and just in time the Rainbow club open up. That is great news so I can get fuck.

On my last day in Denver, a white tattooed cub who was less than a hundred feet away messaged me on Grindr . Turns out he’s the director of the hotel I’m staying at. After exchanging details, he blocked a room next to mine and said meet there in 5 minutes .After I sucked his cock hard, he tried to put on a condom, but his cock got soft whenever he got the condom on. I told him that I’m on prep and ready to fuck bare. Got him hard again in seconds and shoved the bare cub meat right into my pussy. I remained on all four for him to penetrate, all the way until he shot his load. “ Thanks for being my first fuck on this job ,” he said. “You’re welcome. I do this all the time :)” I said before sneaking back into my room.

Chapter Ten I walked out of the showers and saw Cody giving Jack a high five before walking away. “Have fun?” Jack asked me with a grin. “What?” walking over to him quickly I whispered, “What did you do?” “Relax,” Jack said putting a hand on my shoulder, “You had fun right?” “What did you tell him?” I demanded. His eyes darted around and then reached out and grabbed my throat, “Watch your tone bitch, don't forget who owns your ass.” I cannot tell you how much I hated that my dick twitched under my towel. “I told him you might be up for some fun and it looks like I was right. You're going to have to get used to me making choices for you. You're just a big cocked fuckboy who will do what I say and get off doing it. Got it?” I nodded. He released me and I gasped in a huge breath of air, “I'm sorry Jack.” He kept his hand by my face and stuck a finger into my mouth, “Suck.” I was shocked but my tongue rolled around his finger just the same. “Good boy, you're going to have nothing but pleasure tonight.” My knees literally got weak for a moment, just imagining what he was going to do to me tonight. He pulled his finger out, “Get dressed before anyone sees you sporting wood.” I looked down and sure enough, my towel was tented out as my cock bobbed in front of me, looking for some attention from anyone. Jack chuckled “Yeah,” he said brushing against my hardness, “This knows what's what doesn't it?” I nodded and moved to throw on my jeans to cover my cock. “Let's drop by your house so you can grab some clothes and I'll drive you over to mine.” I nodded, realizing I was used to Jack telling me what to do. It had always been this way, it wasn't like I was the sharpest took in the shed, so I had always let Jack make the choices. But now it was more, now I was his to command...and more than a little of me liked it. I thought about it driving over to my parent's house, had I always been Jack's bitch or had I always wanted to be? We walked in and my mom smiled and came and gave me a hug, “Well look who makes an appearance!” “Mom!” I said blushing. “I know, I know, you're in college and come and go as you choose, but I can miss you.” “Is that our wayward son?” my dad's voice boomed from the other room. “Come say hi before he vanishes!” My dad walked into the room and as always, my head went down in respect to the man. My dad had been a marine for years and just recently retired. Him and my mom was still young, both of them only hitting forty next year. If people thought I had a good body it was obvious looking at my dad where I got it from. My dad was a 6 foot slab of muscle that demanded perfection in everyone around him. Especially from me. “I feel like we should just leave you a weekly bill for our hotel use,” he said joking, but he wasn't. “Sorry sir, been busy with practice.” “Yeah and chasing pussy, right?” “Trevor, stop!” my mom said hitting his shoulder. “What? I was tagging women left and right at his age. In fact I remember you being one of those tags,” he said with a smile and my mom blushed. “I broke it off with Cheryl sir, I need to focus more on baseball and school.” He glanced at Jack, “So Jack here is going to help you study or help you get some tail this weekend?” Jack chuckled, “Guilty sir, but I'll take care of him.” My dad shook Jack's hand, “You always have son,” he looked at me, “You listen to Jack son, you got that? He has a good head on his shoulders.” “Yes sir,” I said, wanting to get out of here before this gets worse. “Where you two off to?” “My house,” Jack said, “Might have some friends over for a hang.” My dad smiled, “I bet.” God if my dad ever knew. “Ok get out of here, you boys stay out of trouble, remember your choices now determine your life. Make good choices.” “Yes sir,” I answered immediately. “I'm gonna grab some clothes,” I told Jack. “Cool, I'll stay here and talk to your dad.” Lovely. I raced upstairs to grab my clothes, wondering why my dad liked Jack more than me. He had always demanded so much from me while Jack was always perfect and never got flack for anything. I got downstairs and they were laughing with each other, sharing a joke I would never know. “You ready man?” Jack asked me. I nodded. “Call your mom this weekend,” my dad ordered me, “She worries about you.” “Yes sir,” I said standing up straight. He ruffled my head and with a smile said, “You're such a daddy's boy.” I had a flash of Blackthorn making me call him daddy and I locked that thought down fast. I just smiled at him “Yes sir I am.” He just stared at me for a moment and then jerked his head, “Ok, get out of here.” “See ya Mr. Palmer,” Jack said as we ran out the door. We got into Jack's car and I let out a sigh of relief, “God he makes me nervous.” Jack laughed as he drove to his house, “Ah you probably just have the hots for him now.” “What?” I said outraged. “Joking man! Calm your tits!” Whatever, that wasn't funny. We pulled up to his house, which was much larger than ours. Jack's parents had a two story house, the top floor belonging to Jack and his little brother and an empty room where Jack's older brother used to live before he got married. His parents stayed downstairs, leaving the top floor to their boys and braved going upstairs only when needed. That means more than a few weekends Jack and I have hung out in his room getting drunk as fuck with no one to bother us. We walked in and there was just a filled with noise upon noise. Jack's little brother, Logan was running around with only a pair of soccer shorts on and there were two other high school kids wearing the same thing. They were all in great shape and I figured they must be part of Logan's soccer team. Where Jack was a baseball jock his older brother had played football and his younger played soccer. It was an athletic family and all of them could have been on the cover of and A&F catalog in a pinch. Jack's mother was surrounded by the boys, all of them clamoring for something. “Hey!” Jack called out, “Back upstairs you little creeps!” “Mom, are you?” Logan asked, ignoring his brother. “When you dad gets home I will order as many pizzas as we need. You staying over too Ev?” I nodded and smiled. “So about a dozen pizzas and a case of Pepsi.” The kids cheered and ran upstairs as a pack. “I didn't know they were all going to be here,” Jack said. His mom rolled his eyes, “They decided it was a Fortnight weekend and...you know I don't care. But they are here.” “I am hungry though,” Jack said with a grin, “When's dad home?” “Do not start with me, he should be getting off in a few and then food for everyone.” Jack kissed his mom on the cheek, “I will not cheer loudly and run upstairs in glee.” She laughed and smiled at me, “Every time I see you Everett you get bigger and bigger.” “Aw thanks Mrs. Lipton.” “Come on, let's get into my room and barricade it off from the munchkins.” “Jack, they are both 18, wasn't so long ago you were their age so be nice.” “I was their age and now I'm not, which means Darwin rules. Only the fittest survive and look at us,” he said standing next to me and flexing, “Those squirts are mine!” He laughed evilly and headed upstairs while his mom shook her head. “I really didn't know they'd all be here, I figured Logan and whatever guy he's attached at the hip to would be here.” “I remember being attached at your hip when we were his age.” He looked back and winked, “And now you're attached to my dick.” I felt myself blush and my dick twitched. We threw our stuff down in his room and I fell back onto his bed, “So what's the plan?” He walked over towards me, “I am going to fuck you until you can't walk. And then when you're crawling away, I'm going to keep fucking you.” Jeez that sounded hot and he leaned over and kissed me. It was nice, rough, aggressive, very Jack. He tasted saltier than any girl I've kissed and his stubble was a huge fucking turn on all of a sudden. I reached up to pull him in and his door flew open. “Jack get us some...holy fuck! You weren't kidding!” I pushed Jack off as he spun around and faced his little brother, “What the fuck have I said about knocking!” Logan looked like a mini Jack, all abs and muscles, cute face, perfect skin and a swagger than I bet made him super popular with the girls. I hadn't seen him shirtless in a while, the kid was filling out. “Oh come on! I don't care, we just need some beer! Get us some and we'll share our weed.” “Get the fuck out of my room before I beat your ass.” “Get us beer!” the younger boy whined. “I'll think about it, OUT!” Logan looked at me and smiled, “Nice to see you finally came out.” Jack pushed him out of his room and slammed the door. “God I could kill that brat.” “You told him?” Jack looked back at me. “He said you were right, you told him about me?” Jack shrugged, “He's my brother, what does it matter? You think I ain't seen his friends sucking him off at sleepovers? It's no big deal.” “I didn't want him to know!” I complained. Jack took as step towards me, his face stern. “And I told him. You have a problem...bitch?” His tone, his stance, everything inside of me paused and I felt my mouth go dry, “No.” “No what?” I looked down, “No sir.” He grabbed my chin and made me look at him, “I own your ass now, just let me worry about decisions and you just sit there and look like the fucktoy you are. Ok?” I nodded, because honestly since we've been friends Jack always made the choices, I always went along with him. Now, it was just sexual. “You'll get it bud,” he said sitting down and pulling me into another kiss, “You'll get used to obeying and everything will be easier. I am going to keep you so fucking horny and so laid...your cock will never want again.” He gripped my cock through my jeans and I kissed him hard. “I'm sorry Jack, I just don't...” “Shhh...it's ok. You're used to thinking you're an alpha jock, and you just now realized you were what?” My face grew red. “Say what you are Everett,” he commanded. “A jock pussy.” “That's my good boy,” he said pulling me down onto the bed with him, I covered him in kisses, so happy I could make him happy. His hand started moving to my jeans when his mother's voice came from downstairs, “Jack!” “Fuck,” he cursed, collapsing on top of me, “I am going to have fucking blue balls.” She called his name again and he got up. “I'll be right back, do not move,” he said with a smile. I nodded and laid there, missing the warmth of him on top of me. He walked out and I was left with my thoughts. This was...nice. I mean I loved Jack as a brother, had since the day we met. Being close with him was just...I don't know. I mean there was the knee jerk thought of gay but the other side was I really, really liked it. This was like just the next stage of our friendship somehow, maybe I was meant... I looked up and Logan was peeking in the door, “He in here?” “Nope, your mom called him.” He walked in, “Ev talk him into getting us come beer please!” The bulge in his little nylon shorts was pretty noticeable, and I don't think he was hard. For a high school kid this kid had some meat. I blushed as I realized I had been checking out my friends little brother. “He will, we'll need some too so he'll grab a 12 pack for you guys.” “Sweet! You guys wanna get high with us?” “What the fuck?” Jack said walking in on Logan. “I was just talking with him!” he screamed and tried to run past Jack who grabbed him and put him under an arm. “I told you to stay the fuck out of my room,” he said throwing the kid down on me, “Hold him.” I grabbed Logan and he squirmed against me ans Logan held him steady and slapped his ass. “JACK!” Logan screamed. “I told you,” smack, “To stay out,” smack, “Of my fucking room!” smack. With each hit Logan tried to pull away, climbing up on my inch by inch. By the fifth hit I could feel Logan's hard dick pressed up against my chest and he had stopping running. “You know what you get, he smacked him a few times and I could hear Logan give a small groan under his breath. “I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please....” Jack smacked him one last time and let him get up. Logan's dick tented his thin shorts but he made no attempt to cover it, “Please get us some beer...” Jack rolled his eyes, “Fuck, fine! Get out of here!” Logan literally jumped for joy and hugged Jack before running out of the room, his hard dick bobbing under his soccer shorts. “He's as bad as you are sometimes, keep it up and I'll put you over my knee.” I was already hard and smiled, “Would I like it as much as he did?” Jack laughed, “Probably, you're both fucking sex addicts.” He started to pull his shoes on and I sat up, “Where you going?” “My dad's truck broke down, he needs a jump. I'll go get him on the road and pick us up some beer on the way back.” “Want me to come?” He gave me an evil grin, “Badly, but you can stay here. I will be right back.” I blushed again and he smiled, “God I love winding you up.” He leaned over and kissed me and this time I kissed him back hard. I was liking this, a lot, it was like having a girlfriend but so much better. He pulled back, “You are getting into this aren't you?” I nodded eagerly. His smile grew, “Ok, well chill and think about all the way I am going to fuck you silly this weekend. I'll grab us some snacks as well.” I watched him walk out and realized, I missed. Wow I was into this. I grabbed his Xbox and turned on some Fortnite to kill time. About twenty minutes later Logan peeked his face in, “He gone?” I nodded, still playing. “We're doing the same thing in my room, wanna hang out instead of in here by yourself?” I thought about it, “Sure why not?” “Sweet!” he said and walked me over to his room. Where two half naked high school jocks were watching me walk in. “Guys, this is Everett, he's a friend of my brothers.” They nodded and I sat down on a bean bag chair. “You get high?” one of them asked me. I paused and Logan said, “Of course he does, Everett's a stud, only fucking wimps don't smoke. Right?” They were all looking at me so I nodded and said. “Yeah of course.” “Here then,” the kid said, handing me a joint. I looked at it and took a big drag...my night was about to start.

Went down to NC for a week and took 12 loads while I was there. First night, three guys came to my hotel (separately) and found me face down and ass up. First guy ate my hole and then pumped a huge load into me, like so big it started pouring out of my hole. 2nd guy came over and was a quick pump and dump, 3rd guy was younger with an uncut cock and he fucked me for a little while before shooting his load deep inside me. After they left, I fingered my cummy hole and came on my chest. The next night, I took three more loads. One from a guy I didn’t even see. He found me bent over, took the lube that was next to me and pumped my hole full of cum. Next guy to breed me was a muscular black daddy, who pumped two loads into my hot boyhole. A couple days later I took four more loads. First guy wanted to wake me up with his cock and cum on his way to work. Now that I had a fresh load in me, the very first guy to breed me on this trip wanted to eat my cummy hole and add another load. I got a message from another top and he joined us. They took turns fucking my raw cum sloppy hole until they both added more loads to my boy cunt. After they left another top messaged me saying he was looking for a boy butt to breed. He was a heavy set daddy with a thick cock and while he didn’t last long, he shot a two week load into me. The next night a daddy dick messaged me looking for a sub cock hungry boy to breed. I went over to his place and sucked his cock until I had earned his daddy dick inside my boy hole. He had me lean over the back of his couch and he rammed my hole for over 20 minutes pummeling my hole and oozing precum into me. With a guttural growl he shot his daddy cum deep into his boy. As he pulled his spent cock from my hole, he told me I was a good boy and hopes I get to visit daddy again. My last day, a married daddy came over to my hotel before I had to check out and eagerly bred my hole as he doesn’t get to breed boys all that often. In total, I took 10 different cocks, and 12 loads of cum. All of the guys had average size cocks between 6-7in, except for the dom daddy who bred me over his couch, he was 7.5. picture is of my well bred hole after taking 9 loads.

This was originally longer but I decided to split into two parts. Part 3 is coming soon. Thank you for the nice words of appreciation and I hope you enjoy. Part 2 For years, I regretted telling my dad about being gay. Pushing those emotions down by throwing myself into school and then work, I never let myself have a moment to think about just how much it hurt when dad was not supportive of me coming out. So, to sit here and hear my dad tell me he was gay too and so was my brother, it brought out all of that repressed anger and frustration. For now, dad was still talking. “I’m sorry for the way I acted back then kid. When you told me, I was surprised by how easy it was for you to say it out loud. I was floored by the courage my 14-year-old son was showing when I, his 38-year-old dad, couldn’t even admit it to myself. I should have been more supportive kid and I have always felt bad about not being there for you. But now that you are here, I want us to have a better relationship. You’re my son, my boy and I want to be the dad you need me to be. I am sorry son and I hope you can forgive me.” I was still angry but part of me suddenly had context for his behaviour back then. Being from a small town, he was left to discover his sexuality for himself and it would be tough for anyone to go through all of that. Especially a young single dad. He wasn’t the bad guy I thought he was. Like me, he was also someone who’d suffered but unlike me, he had to do it on his own. I got up and made my way to the couch, planting myself between dad and Sam. I lifted my arms and pulled my dad in for a hug. As we hugged, we both started crying, letting out all the pent-up resentment and regrets from before. I felt movement in my back before feeling Sam’s thick wide arms wrap around me and touching dad’s sides in the process. We stayed like that, not a word spoken but a lot was communicated through that hug. “Wait, you’re gay too?” I muttered in disbelief to Sam. He grinned ear-to-ear and nudged me in the shoulder. “Fuckin’ unbelievable” I replied, before nudging him right back. “You have no clue how long I have wanted to say this Joe”, dad said, “Glad that this is out of the way. I hope you can forgive me son.” “I am sorry too dad, for having been such a dick. I had no idea,” I said, “I’m glad you told me dad.” Over the next hour dad and Sam told me about how they came out to each other. They came out soon after my last visit, with Sam coming out first leading to dad coming clean. Dad had known he was gay since high school but he had chosen to stay in the closet and not risk his reputation. I was touched by the fact that dad’s journey to acceptance was inspired by me. Small steps to fixing my relationship with my family! The rest of the day was spent with the 3 of us catching up. Dad and Sam grilled me on my relationships and my life in the city and were disappointed to know how boring my life was. As dad put it, “boy if I were your age in the city, I’d be fucking every guy I could find.” Dad’s subtlety was endearing. That night in bed, I had a hard time falling asleep. My mind kept drifting back to my conversation with dad and Sam. So much had changed in the past 12 hours in ways I couldn’t have imagined. My dad and my brother were gay like me, who would have thought. After a few hours of trying, sleep was off the menu. It was around 1 am when I decided to head downstairs and whip up something to eat. I left my room quietly and reached the top of the staircase, only to see the lights on downstairs and voices coming. I ducked down and glanced a peek towards the living area. What I saw was the craziest shit I had ever seen. Sam was lying on his back on the couch. He was butt naked, wearing a leather harness, a thick collar around his neck and just boots. His legs were raised up in a V, with his ass partially hanging off the couch and a cock pumping in and out of his hole, much to Sam’s clear pleasure and approval. The cock pumping in him was my dad’s who was dressed for the occasion. Wearing a leather harness and pants, he looked like the catalogue model for a BDSM magazine. He was grunting in pleasure as he hammered his cock in and out of Sam, both in the throes of great pleasure. “Yeah you love daddy dick don’t ya boy,” dad grunted between thrusts. “Yes sir, I love your cock in my pussy” Sam groaned, his fingers caressing my dad’s body. “Fucker take my cock,” dad started ramming harder and Sam moaned out loudly. Dad’s hand flew to Sam’s mouth covering it and muffling what would have been a loud moan. For the next few minutes, dad kept ramming into Sam before he let out a grunt of his own, announcing his own ejaculation. They stayed like that for the next minute, Dad still unloading the last vestiges of cum into Sam’s ass. Sam looked glazed, as he slowly stroked dad’s nipples and milked the cock in his ass. When dad pulled out, he grabbed a butt plug from the table and pushed it inside Sam. Dad plopped next to Sam in the couch, pulling him closer. Sam was stroking his huge cock while Dad was kissing his neck and pulling on Sam’s nipples. A few moments of foreplay later, dad bit down on Sam’s neck, eliciting a moan from Sam. He burst out all over the couch and cum flew in all directions. It was a sight to behold, my donkey dicked older brother shooting a gallon of cum while my equally large dad caressed him and made out with him at the same time. When Sam was done shooting, dad scooped up the cum splatter from his and Sam’s body and fed it to him. “Hmm boy, you got cum on my boots,” dad said to Sam sternly. In a flash, Sam got off the couch kneeled in front of dad and pushed his face to dad’s boots. To my shock (and arousal) he started to lick his cum from dad’s boots, spit-shining them in the process. Dad let him clean both shoes, while he watched Sam with adoration and intent. When he was done, he straightened his back but stayed on his knees in front of dad. “Thank you for letting me serve you sir.” “You’re welcome boy, bet that pussy was hungry all day” dad and Sam both smirked. “Watching your brother’s tight body worked you up well too, huh boy?” “Damn right sir, he’s a hot piece of ass Joe.” I was having a hard time believing all this. Not only had my dad and Sam been fucking, they clearly had more than just a casual relationship going on (I know my gay culture classifications). Weirder still, they were talking about me, like I was a piece of meat. My arousal was off the roof and my very hard and pre-cum leaking cock was the proof. Without wanting to alarm anyone, I quickly and quietly made my way back to my room. The second I laid down on the bed, I knew it was pointless. Sleep was off the table tonight.

I am neg but love being fucked raw and I love guys coming inside me. I know I am taking risks but usually stick with a regular group of tops. Occasionally like the slut I am I go with a random hook up and if he presses his cock against my hole I take it . I don’t ask for condoms and I don’t discuss status. I don’t want to be poz but I accept that it may happen one day. I guess my preference is for raw sex and for taking loads. That’s is just my thing.

I've been to sauna's in Singapore, Taipei, Bangkok and KL ... and I cannot recall any occasion where I was asked to use a condom. And I can recall a particularly hot encounter in Singapore sauna where a guy in the dark room was blowing me and then dragged me to the fuck bench so that I could pound him raw. As I fucked him (hard) there was a small crowd around and he begged me to cum inside him .... which I did. He then cleaned me off and had barely finished before another bottom then grabbed my hard cock and impaled himself on it and got a second load out of me. In Bangkok, there was a nightclub (can't recall the name, but its likely gone now) that had a cruise area on the top level: I went up there when I first arrived as I was curious what it looked like. Someone followed me up and I ended up fucking him raw/cumming inside him. I went back down to watch the show and enjoy the evening - the show finished about an hour later and *everyone* went up to the cruise level - so I followed. It wasn't "packed" (it was a large area) but there were lots of guys and I recall fucking three guys raw and leaving a further two loads inside some pretty hot Asian guys. The point being that BB is really easy to get (it is kind of the default), and you don't have to go to the sauna's to find it.

In all of the fetish videos I have seen, the top pisses in the pig's mouth and the pig just lets it run out. What a waste! If I am drinking straight from the tap, I am DRINKING, not gargling with it. How about you guys?

(This story originally appeared in 2014 on my now defunct tumblr blog) I was in trouble. I was in very, deep, inescapable trouble. Here I was stranded on the side of the road, because I had ignored the last fuel for (x) number of miles signs back near Gallup. All told this was one of the worst places in America to run out of gas. The nearest town’s highlight was a trailer park full of Mormons and a crater from an ancient meteor strike. No fuel for dozens and dozens of miles. And it was getting dark. I popped the hood under the waning light, and opened the trunk; the universal sign of distress on the road. When I opened the trunk I remembered I had an Obama 08 sticker on the bumper. And an HRC equal sign. Given where I was stranded both of those things could make some serious anger come my way. Before I could really think about what to do, I heard a vehicle approaching behind me. Turning to look I spied a pickup truck slowing down as it passed me, then start backing up. The middle aged guy who got out of the driver’s side was amazing. He was easily six and a half feet tall, broad shoulders, and his arms looked like he could benchpress my skinny hipster ass. “You need a hand, pal?” he asked, his voice was a clear baritone that made me a little weak in the knees. His jeans were packed full at the crotch and so was the plain, stained t-shirt he wore. “Uh… yeah! I kinda fucked up and didn’t fuel up past Gallup.” “That is a pretty good fuck up.” He chuckled jovially, “I live just up the road and have some fuel I could give ya.” “Really?” I asked, almost incredulously, but I didn’t want to offend either. “Sure.” He shrugged, “Only problem is I’m coming off of a twelve hour shift and might not be able to drive ya back here, so if you don’t mind crashing on my couch?” “Sure, thanks… uhh I’m Matt.” I reached out my hand. He smiled and shook it, “I’m Zeke.” I got a little fascincated by the gray that was creeping into his beard. Fuck this guy was hot. There was a bit of an awkward silence which he broke, “You need to grab anything?” I chuckled, “Yeah, just give me a minute.” I reached into the car and grabbed my laptop bag, my accordion and my backpack. I tossed these into the extended cab to his own upturned eyebrow at the bulky leather case. “What’s in the big case?” he asked curiously. “An accordion.” I said without a hint of irony. Here I was, a twenty four year old, college educated, shaggy haired, skinny musician of obscure instruments with a mustache that has seen waxing recently. I was probably so far outside this guy’s experience he’d probably have me hiking back to my car in less than an hour. As he drove and the miles sank by I began to regret brining the accordion, but it was too fucking expensive to leave in a car overnight in the middle of the desert. “So where are you headed, you playing in a band?” he asked. “Yeah, actually.” I said, “I kind of.” I fumbled over some words then got out, “I’m meeting friends in Flagstaff to play a gig in the park downtown tomorrow night. We’d been practicing back in Dallas for a while and I kinda wanted to drive out here to clear my head before the show.” “Cool.” He said, “What kind of music do you guys play?” I smiled a little bit, here we go! “We’re kind of gypsy punk. There’s a guitarist, a drummer and a bass player, but also a violinist, and me on the accordion.” “Oh!” he said with a boom of recognition, “Like Gogol Bordello!” I was stunned. “Yes! Them and Caravan Palace are our huge influences.” “I love Gogol Bordello.” Zeke announced, turning on his blinker, “I drove to Vegas to see them. Great fuckin show!” We turned up a dark dirt road, in the distance I could see the lights of some houses out on the scrub plain, but with the sun down it was hard to tell where the road began and the darkness ended with the headlights. The truck stopped soon in front of a darkened house, maybe a hundred feet off the main road. We got out and Zeke helped me carry my stuff inside his darkened ranch style home. As lights went on I could tell he lived alone. No woman alive would have put up with exposed beams in the walls, and sheets of dry wall stacked in the living room. “Did you just move in?” I asked. “Yeah… five years ago.” He chuckled, “Wanna beer?” “Absolutely.” I set my stuff down near the couch and he passed me a can of Tecate. He’d been living here for five years and hadn’t gotten much done around the house in the interim due to a demanding job all the way down in Globe. “I moved here for the job from Phoenix, but my boyfriend at the time didn’t want to so we called it quits.” Zeke said, “We still get together whenever I’m in town though.” I breathed a sigh of relief after swallowing some beer, “Oh thank the gods!” I leaned back on the plush couch with a chuckle, “I was afraid my queer ass was going to get kidnapped into a Mormon fringe cult!” Zeke laughed, a big throaty laugh, “You read too much Huffington Post!” That little taunt made me laugh, because it was fucking true, “But seriously,” he dead panned, “They’re in the house down the road.” We laughed some more. A television lay dark, and I asked, “Wanna hear some of my band’s recent practice sessions?” he assented and I hooked the laptop to the flatscreen. I kicked off my sandals so I could crouch to see the HDMI port. “You smoke?” he asked. “Not cigarettes.” “Good!” he got up and disappeared down a hallway. By the time he got back I was pressing play on the sound file. It was one we were proud of; a cover of Crowded House’s “Don’t Dream Its Over”. Zeke sat back on the couch with a tray and a bag of weed. I helped pick out the stems and seeds and we smoked. It was some really good bud. “Yeah,” he said lazily, “I have it mailed from a friend in Oregon. It’s the only thing that can help me unwind these days.” “I just jack off.” I admitted, “I can’t afford to smoke good weed, so I just go without most the time.” We were stretched back and listening to the hyper, jazzy punk that was playing on the speakers. It seemed a little odd being juxtaposed with the heady, relaxing buzz now coursing through our brains, but Zeke was really digging it. “I’m gonna hafta come out and see your show tomorrow,” he said, “this is good. This is a lot more punk than gypsy, but I’m loving it.” He said with a smile and stretched out. The couch wasn’t big, so when he spread his arms over the back of the couch he basically had put his arm around me. I smiled and melted into him a little bit, but not too much to be presumptuous. I nestled into his shoulder and puffed on the last of the joint. “You really got it down to the nub.” He said. “Don’t burn yourself, dude.” “I have nimble fingers.” I admitted, with the best side-eye I could muster. He caught it and smiled, and pulled me into him. “Wanna fuck around, kid” he whispered into my ear and I shivered. I put the roach down on the arm of the couch and cupped my hand on his crotch. “Yeah,” I said with a wicked little grin, I groped him, feeling his growing stiffy and not immediately registering just how thick it was becoming, “weed always makes me horny.” He moaned, deep from his diaphragm and turned my face to his. Our lips met open, and immediately our tongues were getting to know each other. My hand went from groping him to his pec, and I squeezed gently. He pushed me back onto the cushions and moved on top of me, mashing our mouths together, and then making a trail down my neck. I groaned, joyfully. Zeke’s hands went under my They Might Be Giants shirt and tugged it off my head, exposing my pale skin, covered in light brown hair. He made another trail down to my left nipple and sucked it hungrily. I gasped over and over again in sheer pleasure. His hands were undoing my belt and unzipping my pants when he went to my right nipple and slowly started to tug down my pants. He met some resistance as the denim bunched up at my mid thighs. He chuckled, “What the… fucking hipster legging crap!” He declared with no small amount of sarcastic bluster as he tore my pants down my legs and threw them across the room. I laughed giddily. I was in a blue pair of cheap underwear I had dyed myself, and he smirked at the little panties. The older man gripped my growing erection through the cloth and began to jack me. His other hand worked into the leg of the undies and started to fiddle with my hole. I was moaning wildly on his couch when his finger entered me. “You get fucked on the regular, boy?” he asked, with no small amount of authority in his voice. “Yes, sir.” I said, knowing exactly where this was going, and wanting to help it along. “Good.” He said, pulling out his finger, “Bathroom’s down that hall on the right, Fleet enemas are under the sink.” He pointed to the hall and I got up and made use of his facilities. Here I was, on some god forsaken stretch of I-40 about to get my fuzzy hipster ass plowed by a hot rural daddy bear. “And put those little fag panties back on when your done in there!” his voice boomed through the house. I shuddered in expectant delight! I finished put my underwear back on and ventured out into the living room. Zeke stood shirtless, packing a bowl. We each took a hit, and after taking the bowl off of me and placing it on the kitchen island that overlooked the living room he pulled me by the neck into a kiss. His hands ventured back into my briefs and his fingers dove into my crack and across my hole. I whimpered into his kiss. Zeke then shoved me over the back of the sofa and shoved my undies aside, exposing my hairy hole. He shoved a finger into the first knuckle and I gasped. His finger was followed by his tongue and I was a quivering mess hanging onto the back of the couch. He continued to tongue and finger fuck me for a good while, spitting into my hole to help things along when needed. Every time I heard him spit and felt the wetness splat against my crack I’d gasp, knowing what he was prepping me for. Finally he pulled away and dragged me off the couch by my waist. He motioned me to my knees and I came face to face with the monster his genetics had made. His dick was wide as a can of Redbull and nearly a foot long. I gaped, not sure what I’m supposed to do with it and its wide dripping piss slit, when he gripped the back of my hair with his fist and sank his cock in. I choked and he said, “Calm down, and take it. You’re not singing tomorrow, right? So fucking take it!” I repositioned his cock, slightly, and swallowed as it approached my gag reflex. His length sank down, but only so far. I was still a few inches away from his pubes. But he let up on me, content with the progress I’d made, “Good boy. That’s how a good boy sucks his daddy’s dick, isn’t it?” I nodded when I came up for air, “Yes, sir.” He smiled, leaned down and kissed me, “Up. Come on.” He said, and led me down the hall, past the bathroom and into a bedroom strewn with clothes, and dominated by a king size bed. He picked me up and tossed my smaller 5’8” frame onto the bed, and climbed on after kicking off his boots. We made out some more, smoked a bowl from a bed side table, and continued making out as I worked his jeans off his legs. “You play raw or wrapped?” he asked. “I’m on cool.” I said, purposefully not answering him, hoping this man I’d just met would take the lead and breed me deep. “Good.” He said with a smile, “I’m undetectable so we should be good.” “Yes, sir.” I continued kissing him, and groped the monster cock between our bodies. He smiled and led kisses down my furry frame, ending again at my asshole. He pushed my legs up and I gripped them in my arms as his tongue renewed its assault. He grew impatient with the cloth obscuring my hole, so he tore the cheap fabric out of his way. I was shocked, but too turned on to give a shit about cheap briefs. I was clearly in the hands of a master. At forty-five Zeke knew well his craft, and was working me in a frenzy. I needed cock. Desperately; as if I was still the seventeen year old virgin who’d never been fucked. “Oh, god, Zeke… please, uuuuhhh.. fuck me…” “What’d you say, boy?” he spit into my hole. “Fuck me!” I said louder. “With what?” he spit once more. “With your cock!” I moaned, sounding like I was crying, “Fuckin, breed me, daddy!” He dug into the side table and came back with a bottle of lube. He spilled some over my asshole and worked in into me with his fingers, while he lubed his dick with the other hand. Zeke positioned himself and pressed the head of his wide cock to my hole and began to press forward. I opened to him, more easily than I ever had for anyone, and I’d never seen a cock as thick as his. I needed to be rimmed this good from now on, I thought as he began to sink his girth within me. “That’s a good boy!” he moaned with a dopey smile on his bearded face. “Oh daddy.” I uttered, higher pitched than I meant, and amazed at how full my ass had become. He bottomed out and bent over between my legs. I let go of my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist. Our mouths met again and we wrapped our arms around each others shoulders, pulling us closer together. He began to hump. Gently, but authoritatively. He claimed me at both ends, with cock and tongue, and I moaned into his mouth with appreciation. I hadn’t been taken like this in over a year, not even by the hot middle aged dude I met busking downtown last summer. Zeke picked up the pace and held himself upright with an elbow on either side of my head. I got the feeling he hadn’t had any ass in a while, given that he lived in Chambers, Arizona, hundreds of miles from the nearest gay bar and surrounded by desert. Despite the long absence of raw boy hole in his life, the man above me lasted a good long while. He’d pump furiously into me, his sweat dripping from his body and face, then slow down and lower his mouth to mine. His perspiration tasted marvelous. A delicacy, and I tasted it on our lips. When he’d backed off from his orgasm long enough he’d start up again. Time became an inconstant. It ceased to have any meaning with my ass and prostate under constant assault by this big bear of a daddy. He fucked me silly. I tried to make words, but they just devolved into moans, groans, and long drawn out vowels. I came twice; a torrent each time erupting from my cock and coating the hair on his chest and belly. He scooped some up each time and tasted, loving the taste of pliant boy juice. After the second time, he began to fuck me hard. And he became a lot more aggressive; which was perfectly fine by me! “Open your mouth, you useless hole.” He demanded. When I opened up, he spit into my mouth. I swallowed. “Again.” He said, not missing a punch to my prostate. His next load of saliva missed and hit me on the face. He spit again, hitting me this time square on the tongue. "Swallow it." I did. A strong hand went to the base of my throat while he wrapped his other arms around my neck. Then the jack rabbiting began. I lost all control of myself, and I came again. I nearly blacked out. My eyes refocused on his face, inches from mine. His breath hot on the side of my face as it screwed up tight and he growled, loudly. He held himself balls deep inside me as he unloaded his seed. His teeth clamped down on the side of my neck and bit down. He wanted to mark me, inside and out. Claim me. And all I could do was hang onto him. To wind my arms and legs tighter around him, moan at the hickey he was leaving on my neck, and marvel at how drained dry my balls were. He reached over to a control behind the bed, and the lights went out. We slept there, just as we lay, with his cock deep inside me. The next morning he fucked me again, with no less vigor. Then we made breakfast and went to take care of my car. Back at the house I updated my bandmates on my arrival time, douched again, and we fucked yet another time. This time, with him holding me by the ass against whatever walls and surfaces we could find. We then loaded up his truck and drove to Flagstaff. The show went well, although it wasn’t a big crowd it was very energetic and was picking up what we were putting down. My bandmates met Zeke at the after party in a bar downtown. Terry, the drummer, instantly saw the appeal. Zeke was also enamored with the almond complexion and bright green Mohawk of the Texas born Lebanese drummer. Zeke had made reservations at the Monte Vista and the three of us went back there and had a wild night. Terry was a bit of a spanking bitch, and we had a good time fucking him at both ends. By the end of the night me and Terry had assholes dripping with cum and Zeke had been seriously satisfied. Terry decided to drive back to Dallas with me and we spent two days at Zeke’s house getting our holes reamed. Zeke broke out his leather gear and we became his bitch boys. I got piss showers from both of them and Terry eventually took his fist. We implored Zeke to think about moving to Dallas. I suppose the absence of our willing holes would prove to make a more convincing case. Only time would tell.

Return To The Theater This is a sort of continuation of my earlier story "Marked At The Theater". I was encouraged by the number of cars as I pulled into the parking lot at the bookstore. This isn't the one I usually go to, but I've gone here a few times, once recently that I wrote about. This bookstore is very seedy and has a large open theater area instead of just booths like the ones I usually go to. They don't do a really good job of keeping this place clean, but on the other hand they also pretty much let whatever happens go without monitoring. It is a flat admission fee instead of tokens and they only have a few cameras in the hallways so everywhere else is pretty much anything goes. Putting on my mask as I went in there were a few other guys showing up so it was definitely going to be one of the busier days I've been here. I usually go in the late afternoons but today I was here at the lunch hour, so maybe that's why. As I approached the counter, the same lady was working as last time I was here. She was a good looking blonde lady around my age, a small BBW, late 40s or early 50s. She smiled as I approached and said, "Back again so soon? I heard about all the fun you had last time you were here.". I told her I just needed theater admission and a bottle of the yellow Rush poppers. She smirked and said, "No condoms again? I shouldn't tell you this, you're going to get your ass knocked up if it isn't already if you keep taking anon loads back there. Most of those guys are poz and a lot are not on meds." I told her I knew, but I loved the thrill of the risk so much I just couldn't quit. She just laughed and said, "Well, you really are a sissy slut cum dump, aren't you. You're definitely going to get gifted and pozzed up very soon." I told her that she was probably right, it was most likely inevitable that it would happen sooner or later. She said, "I see you are wearing a wedding ring, you married to a woman or a man." I told her a woman. She raised her eyebrow and asked, "Does she know you are a cocksucker and take anon loads up your faggot ass?". I told her no, that she had no idea. She said, "So if she gets the fuck flu and gets pozzed by you she will be surprised?" I told her that we rarely had sex, and when we did it was mostly me licking her. She told me that the guys from last time I was here said I had a tiny little dick so it was obvious why I was a bottom, and probably I never satisfied my wife anyway. I was ashamed to tell her that it was true and that I also suffer from ED. Another customer was waiting behind me, listening in on the conversation with an amused look on his face. She told me that she wouldn't keep me any longer because she knew I was desperate for dick and loads, but that if she had time on her break she might come into the theater and watch me sucking and getting my ass bred. I told her that I would like that because I love being watched, teased and humiliated. After that I proceeded past the booth area and down the hallway towards the theater room at the back of the building. I could hear the sounds of the porn playing and the walls were as always lined with DVD videos available for rent or sale. I could hear footsteps from the other customer behind me as I reached the door to the theater and went in. It took my eyes a bit to adjust to the dark, the only light coming from the screen. I moved away from the door and the other customer came in and moved to the opposite side of the doorway. Once I could see enough to move safely I moved towards one of the couches at the back of the theater that was unoccupied. I could see that there was at least a dozen guys in the theater. Some were just sitting there stroking themselves while they watched, others were sucking dick. A few were smoking something from glass pipes. I took off my crocs and dropped my shorts down and stepped out of them. I unbuttoned my shirt and set it and my pants and shoes off to the side of the couch and sat down in just my thong sissy panties. It didn't take long before a tall thin black man with a slight belly came over and asked if he could sit down next to me. Of course I told him yes. He wasted no time in reaching over and starting to play with my ass and man boobs. I'm sure from my sissy panties and my tiny little cock he could tell right away I was a bottom guy. I returned the grope and felt that he'd opened up his pants and I stroked his long uncut dick. Seeing this another black guy who had been sitting on another couch nearby got up and came over to the side of the couch and put his big fat dick into my face and ordered me to suck it. I took it in my mouth and as I got up to do that the guy next to me started playing with my ass more and fingering my hole. As I was sucking the big cock in front of me with loud smacking noised I could feel my panties being pulled down and then I could feel the head of the dick behind me start to slide up and own in my crack until it found my hole and started to make entry causing me to moan out with pleasure. The guy behind me groaned out as his dick started to slide deep inside of me. My hole was already cleaned out and lubed and ready to be used. Guys were starting to notice and gather around matching me get filled with dick from both ends. Several of the guys watching were stroking their stiff dicks and I could hear them saying things encouraging the guys using my holes, things like "Yeah, give it to that faggot good!" and "Stretch that hole out good!" Someone had opened up my poppers and put the bottle under my nose. The guys using my holes got into a rythym in and out causing me to moan out around the dick in my mouth as I could hear the balls slapping my taint and my chin. In a few minutes I could hear the breathing of the guy behind me start to get ragged and his pace picked up. I could tell his balls were pulling up and he was getting ready to blast his load deep inside my ass, then I felt his dick start to twitch and the pulses of his cum shooting into my hole. The guy in front of me pulled out of my mouth and moved around behind me and slammed his big dick deep into my already wet and stretched hole in one stroke. He started pounding my hole like a jackhammer, obviously planning to quickly plant his seed as well. Another guy stepped out of the crowd of watchers, a short thin hispanic guy. He offered up his long uncut dick and I took it into my mouth. I could smell the sweat on him and his crotch smelled slightly of piss but I nonetheless worked to get him hard. The guys were passing the poppers around and the bottle was put under my nose again. I could hear the door to the theater open and close repeatedly and the brief bits of light let me see that many of the guys waiting to use my holes had tattoos advertising their status and a few showed obvious signs of wasting, vascularity or even KS lesions. I knew my neg days would probably be over soon. The big black dick in my hole added another large load to my hole as more guys said things like "Yeah, spunk him up good" and "Breed that sissy bitch". Again and again the guys changed places adding load after load of cum and guys came and went from the theater. During this time I noticed the lady from the counter among the crowd and she laughed and said to me "Every day some guy gets bred and gifted here, and today it is you!" Somehow hearing that just excited me more. Eventually the crowd started to thin and I noticed the guy taking his turn at my mouth was the guy who had followed me down to the theater. His shirt was open and I could see he had a big biohazard tattoo around his belly button. He said to me "Yeah, you're going to get pregnant today for sure, I'm not on meds and my VL is well over a million". That must have triggered the guy currently in my ass because right then he froze and groaned out loudly as I felt his hot cum coat my insides. "Fuck me, knock my ass up" I heard myself say as the guy moved from my mouth back to mount my proffered ass. "Oh, I will, you are going to be completely fucked after today". I was so turned on I started to buck back as I could feel his hips slapping against mine. He must have waited until last as there were no more guys waiting to take his place at my mouth. I fully concentrated on his massive dick, thankfully by then I was well slicked up and stretched because his dick was bigger than just about any of the others I'd ever taken. He had incredible stamina as he fucked my abused hole for a long time before I felt the telltale signs of his approaching orgasm and he yelled out "Take that poz cum!" as he shot into me. I slumped down onto the couch as he pulled out, realizing from the wet spot that sometime along the way I had cum myself, never even touching my little dick. Once I had regained my composure and put my panties, pants and shirt back on I noticed that the theater had returned to how it was when I got there, a few guys watching the movie, stroking themselves or smoking from glass pipes. All waiting for the next cum dumpster to get things started I guess. I knew that soon it would be me again, although maybe next time I'd be sporting my own tattoo. I plodded back up the hallway to the front. The lady at the counter winked at me slyly and told me to come back again. There was no doubt in my mind that it would be at my earliest opportunity.

been on PrEP for a few years now. I take it before I go to bed Its easy. I enjoy lots of bb sex and don't have to think about it or worry. I'm not interested in getting HIV. I love the freedom. And no side effects. Just my thought.

Another great chapter love your stories but this is by far my favourite.

Another great chapter @losolent

It’s happened a few times, and I just lean into it and let him fuck my throat. It’s a huge turn on for me.

There is not much to lose from trying PrEP. If it has side effects, make your decision about continuing then. If it kills the thrill for you, make your decision about continuing then.

the guy should have asked you for tips....

Now thats Hot, sounds like me backing up and then cleaning.

I certainly don't have the experience to claim to be this level of cumwhore bottom pig. But it is what I want to be. I have never felt like rejecting any cock. Not because I force myself not to, but because if you have a cock and cum to give to me there is no way that I would even want to refuse. And if the cum cums from a raunchy fucking pig... Even better! Taking that seed in my slutty cumdump fuckhole is what I want. There is nothing better. Seeing true cumwhores on this forum express their desires inspires me to go out and be the best depraved raunchy fuckwhore dicktoy I can be.

I just can’t fathom sex WITHOUT scat. I can’t get erect without it.

My uber eats driver this morning was a fem boy slut. Her tip was me cumming deep in her guts. Nice fat ass small waist

Why do I find him so hot?! So not my type yet, I fantasize him filling my gut with his nut! Weird....and I'm hard!

11. Opened for Business "Let him pound your slutty hole," Tim said to James. He took the phone from Fabien, and trained it on the young man's face. James's face was taut and anxious, but he revealed his innocence when James smiled in response to Tim smiling. "We're going to have such a good time tonight," he continued. He stood up on the bed, getting an aerial shot as Fabien took position between James's legs. "I'm looking forward to this," Fabien said, as he spat a bit on his dick a bit. "Good thing Tim gave you some lube." "It's great lube. Loosens you up. Mind and body." Tim grinned again, watching Fabien run his fingers over the tub, and slide two of them into James. He wondered how close to an overdose James was. The lube had only a bit of crystal in him, and a boy like James metabolized it quickly. Tim was debating feeding James the pipe again. A message popped up on the screen, over the video of Fabien's fingers sliding in and out of James's tired, hungry hole. It was from Tiago. "You with our boy James?" it started. "Come by with some IV vitamins?" Tim sent a quick thumbs up to Tiago. He decided against giving James more from the pipe. He was going to get slammed soon enough. Instead, he knelt back down by James's head and fed him several big huffs from the poppers. The boy knew what he needed, and snorted them up readily. "Give it to him," Tim told Fabien. Fabien pulled his fingers out from James's hole, and grabbed more of the crystal-laced lube. He rubbed over the length of his thick cock, and lined his cockhead up with James's hole. It was red, swollen, and puffy. It was clearly well-used and Fabien had seen all the sperm that had already been swabbed away. "Pound this slut hole," Fabien muttered. Tim held the poppers under Fabien's nose. He inhaled and held it. As he exhaled, he pressed his cock into James's hole. The boy gasped, but Fabien couldn't hear anything over his own moans of pleasure. "Fucking hot, wet hole," he muttered, as another inch of his black cock slid into James's body. "Swallow it up, cunt," he grunted. "I know you're hungry for it." "He's a good boy," Tim said. "Of course he's gonna take it all." Tim trained the phone on James's face. The boy's eyes were squeezed tight. James struggled to get used to the big black cock forcing its way into his guts, but he couldn't imagine anything else. It was devastating to be fucked like this. But it would be even worse to be empty. He needed another man's cock to make him feel hole. "Look at him," Tim said. "He fucking loves it. Don't you boy?" "Please," James moaned. "Fuck me. Just fuck me." He was slurring his words and drooling a bit. The drugs were working their destructive magic. "Ass is burning up." "You heard him," Tim said. "He needs something to scratch that itch." "Wreck this hole. Fuck!" Fabien grunted. "What's in that lube?" "Some crystal," Tim smiled. "Just enough to make it feel good." "Feels fucking amazing," Fabien said. Tim shifted his position, to watch the last bit of Fabien's cock disappear into James's ass. The boy's hole was already stretched wide around Fabien's cock. It was the perfect intersection of porn and real life. "And he can take it all." The last inch of Fabien's dick disappeared into James's body. Fabien moaned in pleasure and James grunted in discomfort. "Doesn't it feel amazing," Tim asked. "Oh yeah. His hole is fucking fine," Fabien said. At the same time, James nodded his head, but he had his teeth clenched, and his eyes tightly closed. He was managing. "So hot." "So thick," James grunted. "That's what you need," Tim said. "Thick, hard cock in deep." He leaned in closer, and whispered into James's ear. "Dominating you and dripping his seed into your hole." "Please," James moaned in response. It could have been a plea for Fabien to stop, but it just as easily could have been an entreaty for the black man to keep it up. "Please," he repeated. "He wants it," Fabien said. Tim watched through the screen as he pulled his thick dark meat almost all the way out of James's hole, and then pushed it right back in. "He needs it," Tim said. "No matter what he says." "Only thing that matters is what my dick needs." Fabien was exploring the boy's hole, pushing in to find new depths not yet plundered and destroyed by the men before him. "And it's going to take what it wants." "Please," James whispered. He was squirming, trying to steer Fabien's dick to where it would do the least damage. "Please," he repeated. But Fabien was a talented cocksman, and knew exactly how to counter each of James's parries with thrusts of his own. "Let me in," he murmured. "Let me mark you. Make you a sluthole." "Please," James whispered again. He gasped as Fabien went deep once more. He closed his eyes, blocking out the image of the two men lording over him. He tried his best to concentrate, ignoring each of Fabien's powerful strokes, the image of Tim holding the unyielding eye of the camera, and finally managed to put together a complete sentence. "This isn't what I wanted." James opened his eyes again. Both Tim and Fabien were still looking down on him. Fabien's cock was still pounding his hole. Tim's camera was still recording each moment of his agony. Tim finally spoke. "What do you want, Fabien?" "Breed this fucking hole." Tim turned back to James. "You can do that, can't you boy? Let you friend Fabien have some pleasure in his day?" Tim was nodding his head again; it was the easiest way to get the boy to agree to anything. "You want Fabien to feel good, don't you." "Yeah," James started. "But..." Tim didn't let James finish. "That's right, boy. Make sure Fabien gets the full pleasure of your hole." He smiled again, and kept gently nodding his head. James mimicked him, as Tim continued to speak. "So many men up there. Practically open to the public, huh?" "So much sperm was up there," Fabien said. "Amazing slutty hole." "You think he needs more?" Tim asked Fabien. "Slutty holes always need more," Tim said. "A lot more, I think." Another message flashed on the screen. The message was from Tiago. "On my way. 30 min," it read. "I don't know," James said. "Of course you can take more," Tim said. "You took loads from so many strangers last night. Tonight, you can make your friends happy, can't you?" "But," James mumbled. James mumbled. Fabien was still pounding his ass, and he was struggling to deal with it. "It's big. So big." "He's a big boy," Tim said. He leaned in to get a better view of the thick black rod forcing its way into James's hole. Tim was glad this was getting recorded. By the morning, what little was left of James's self-worth and identity would have been destroyed. Tim loved how malleable and compliant boys were once they had been raped. Tim had seen the raw edges of James's psyche, and knew how fragile the boy was after the ordeal of the night before. Today, James was going to be one very lucky boy. Tim, Fabien, Tiago, and any number of strangers were going to make sure he could experience a second rape. "And he's taking every inch of it," Fabien said. Tim turned his attention to Fabien. Fabien's eyes were rolled back in pleasure as he continued to pound the boy's ass. "Fucking hole. I saw how much cum he had in it. And he's still taking more." "He's definitely a cockslut," Tim said. "Aren't you, boy?" "Mmmmm," James grunted. It was hard to tell if it was a moan of pleasure and agreement or a whimper of pain and agony. It didn't matter to Tim. "That's a very good boy," Tim smiled. He leaned in and kissed Fabien, holding the camera just far enough away to capture the two of them. Fabien continued to pound James's hole, and Tim felt his own dick starting to twitch again. It wouldn't be long before he would be back inside of James. "You're going to get more than enough dick tonight, boy." "Please," James said. "Just a break." "Of course boy. We can do whatever we want to tonight. Anything that feels good." He turned to Fabien. "Break? Puff-puff?" "Just another minute," Fabien said. "It feels so good." "Right on," Tim said. "As I said. We can do whatever feels good." "I just want to destroy this hole," Fabien said. "Do it," Tim said. James opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Tim pushed his dickhead into the boy's mouth. "Whatever feels good," Tim continued, and pushed his dick against the back of James's throat. The boy started to gag. Tim had expected it and used it to push his dick into James's throat. James's body struggled to accept the new cock. But for all that the young man fought against the invading dicks, it only served to drive them deeper into him. "That's it boy. Fuck yourself on Daddy's dick." Tim leaned the phone against one of the pillow, hoping it was capturing the scene properly. It would be just a brief pause, long enough for his dick to get wet. He leaned in and kissed Fabien again. "We're going to rape him, right?" Fabien whispered in his ear. "Of course," Tim whispered back. James was moaning softly, but it was loud enough that he couldn't hear the two men talk. "It's hot when he cries." "It's hot when you make him cry." The two men kissed some more. James's gagging noises were the soundtrack to their make-out session. "So fucking hot," Tim continued. They kissed again and lost themselves in the swirl of the drug-enhanced sexual pleasure. The two men kept on fucking James. The boy continued to moan but in the twisted minds of the two tops, the more he hurt, the more they enjoyed the experience. The three men lost track of time. James's holes were stretched and teased and abused and tormented as the two tops took what was theirs. It was only a knock at the door that ultimately distracted them. "I'll get it," Tim said. He slowly pulled his cock out of James's throat, grabbed the camera, and jumped off the bed. He opened the door. He didn't care that he was naked, nor that there was a strand of spit dripping from his erect dick. There were two men at the door. Standing outside were two men. Tim recognized Tiago immediately, but didn't know the other one. "Looks like the party is well started," Tiago said. He turned to the man next to him. "Tim," he said. "Meet my new friend Conrad."

First time bottoming was definitely painful for me. Mostly good actually but this was the condom era, and I didn’t have any. So he took me raw even though it wasn’t something he had tasted in a long time on his big cock. As he got really close he asked if he could cum in me. I nodded absolutely. His eyes lit up and he forgot to hold back (was quite the long and crazy hard cock) and absolutely wrecked my deep cherry in one thrust. I’m sure he bled me. OMG I jumped out of my skin. Holy fuck. But seeing that beautiful man rear back and just take me as he wanted and breed me. Oh fuck it was beautiful. 😉 ...and now love sharing that with boys I fuck. But that never scared me away from gay sex. God I JOed so many times to that after. I could see how bottoms might get scared away but I have to think most would deep down find it crazy hot even if they can’t fully admit to it. Nor want it ahead of time.

I took a load from a guy at his condo. He ate my ass out, he loves hairy asses, then dropped a really substantial load in it. I got hit up by a guy on Grindr who happen to be in a hotel 2 blocks away from out of town. When I got to the hotel I asked to use the restroom and pushed out the 1st load and was surprised how large it was. I then took the load from the 2nd hotel guy, his load was enormous, OMG. I didn't push that out until I got home 40 minutes later.

Chapter Seven My dreams were insane. I kept having these images, these moments... Like I was being fucked by Blackthorn, me on the edge of his bed screaming for more. A flash of Jack hammering me in the shower, I had a memory of looking down at my hard cock as I came against the shower wall. So many flashes, it was just weird. I came to and I was in bed, it was dark, and I was so fucking warm. I was bundled in a huge comforter and someone was spooning me from behind. I just laid there in bliss for a moment, those few moments before you come to and there is nothing wrong in the world. As I woke up more I could tell I was dying of thirst and it was a guy behind me from the way his hard cock was jutting between my ass cheeks. I could feel myself still a little loopy, still fuzzy but more happy than horny. I needed water badly and I could feel the start of a headache, but it felt so safe where I was I didn't move. I snuggled in deeper, just wanting to stay here forever and whoever it was stirred slightly. His cock slid up my crack and I felt my whole body shudder for a moment. What the fuck? Why was I reacting so gay? I tried to move away from it but the guy's grip around me tightened and pulled me close, his dick was nestled between the muscle of my asscheeks perfectly. One more move of my part and I heard Jack's voice, “Shhh, it's ok bud.” Knowing it was Jack behind me changed things and I relaxed, “Where are we?” “You passed out, we're in Blackthorn's spare bedroom.” I passed out? A flash of memories went through my brain but none of them made sense. “Yeah I was tired...” I said, trying to cover. He moved in tighter, his breath at my ear, “How ya feeling big guy?” His voice made my body tingle. One arm slipped down and gripped my waist, the other was around my chest pulling me close, “You feeling good?” His tongue slipped around the edge of my ear and my ass instinctively backed up towards him. “Hmmm....”I moaned, for the moment not caring he was licking my ear. I wasn't as fuzzy as I normally was but I was feeling no pain that was for sure. “You were having fun earlier,” he whispered, sliding his cock the entire length of my ass. Another flash of images and my ass spasmed all by itself. “You wanna go again?” “What?” I asked, now starting to feel weird about him being so close. “You my jock pussy?” The words sparked something in my mind and all of a sudden I remembered him fucking me, and me...asking for it. My ass relaxed again and I felt myself push back just barely. “Yeah, you remember, you wanna give me your pussy Ev?” The impulse to scream for him to get off of me was beaten down by the tingle in my body as I pushed back on him for real. “Come on bud, you want it?” he was sliding his cock up and down my asscrack now, my hips were moving on their own, very part of my relishing the contact. “You remember begging?” he whispered, pulling his dick back and then sliding it forward, “You remember crying for my cock?” My mind was in shambles as I remembered and felt the shame and horror of what I had done countered by the echoes of pleasure I had felt and my body wanting more...so much more. “Yeah grind that ass,” he whispered again, his arm moving down, his hand gripping my now hard cock, “Come on Ev, grind on me.” Every movement I made either pushed my ass against his dick or forced my cock through his fist. He had stopped moving and I was just rocking back and forth, sliding his dick the whole length while his hand jacked me off. Normally I would have been screaming that this was to gay and that I wanted him to stop. But he wasn't doing a thing, this was all me. We were both sweating hard now and he started to pump forwards as I pushed back. His fist loosened and I was desperate to get myself off. The fog began to descend on my mind and I knew I was about to stop caring about what was gay or not. “Yeah you want this,” Jack whispered, his hand letting go of my dick altogether. “Noo....”I whined as I pushed back, “Please Jack...get me off.” “Come on Ev, push back, show me how bad you want it.” I wanted it bad, so fucking bad. My ass kept sliding up and down and Jack was moving his own dick in the opposite way. I stopped paying attention and just slid my ass back as hard and as fast as I could. Both of his hands gripped my hips now and he was guiding my me back into him. It was stifling hot under the covers now and we were both sweaty and worked up. “You ready stud? You ready to give up your pussy?” “Come on Jack...come on...” I moaned, not sure what I was asking for. He moved my hips slightly and the next time he moved forward the head of his cock pushed into my hole. We both froze as his dick slid a quarter way into my ass. “Jack!” I gasped, my ass automatically relaxing at the intruder. “Shhh....you want this Ev, you need your pussy fucked.” “What?” I asked, more confused than ever, “Dude get your dick out of me!” “You sure?” he asked, sliding into me another inch. My ass clenched down on him as I tried to push him out. “Jack, don't...” but I didn't dare move or I would slide down more on it. “Don't want? Don't stop?” another half inch as I clenched my teeth and tried to held my ass shut. “Jack, this isn't funny man!” “I know, it's not funny Everett, it;s what you want. What you need?” “No I don't....” “Give me your pussy Ev.” His words hit something deep in my mind and my ass relaxed for a moment, another quarter inch of his dick pushed in. “NO!” I protested, clamping down again, “Jaack, I'm not gay...please....” “You need this bitch, you pussy aches for it...” He moved in and nibbled on my neck and I felt my ass slip for a moment as I closed my eyes in pleasure. “Open up for me stud, come on and give me your jock pussy...” He kept nibbling on my neck as I tried to push off of him. He stopped holding my hips and his hands moved up to my chest, and grabbed my nipples. “You like your titties played with?” The shock of his fingers made me gasp and I felt my ass open and another inch slid in. “Yeah Everett, stop fighting. Come on, let me fuck your pussy. Your pussy is so hungry...” I was trying to stop him but he had more than half his dick in my, there was no pushing it out now. “It doesn't hurt does it?” He whispered, as he licked the edge of my ear, “You want this man...you need it.” The shock of the truth did hit me, he was halfway in my ass and it didn't hurt at all. If anything my ass was...liking it? “Relax...” he said softly, “Let it happen...” He pushed in again and I felt the last shreds of my will fading. “If you're good...I'll let daddy come in and fuck you.” Another flash of Blackthorn's cock in me and my ass relaxed. Jack bottomed out in my and I whimpered as I felt his pubes press up against my ass. “Yeah, see...that's where it belongs, you like that cock in your pussy don't you?” “Why..are...you...doing this?” I asked, as he began to jack my still hard cock. “Because I want to give you what you need bud,” he pulled out slightly and I heard myself moan, “What your pussy aches for.” “Not...a...pussy...” I said as he thrust quickly into me. “Oh but it is,” Jack said letting go of my dick and reaching over me to the small table next to the bed. He grabbed his phone and unlocked it, with a few button pushes he pulled up his photos and then videos. “Fuck me...fuck my pussy please...” I heard myself say. I watched as I rode Jack's cock, my hands on his shoulders forced myself down on him. “Fuck my pussy...fill my jock pussy.” “Fuck him harder,” Blackthorn's voice said from off camera and Jack complied. His hips thrust up and the me on the camera threw his head back and cried out, I could feel my own ass react from the memory and Jack began to slowly fuck me as I watched myself be fucked. “This is what you want Everett,” he said, slowing pulling back and then sliding into me with deliberate slowness, “This is what you always needed.” I watched myself get fucked and I felt myself push back onto Jack. “That's it, that's it big guy. Watch and show me what you want.” The video went to the next one and it was me being fucked on my back by Blackthorn. “Fuck me harder daddy, harder!!” “You gonna be a good boy from now on!” he asked. “I'll be a good boy, I'll be a good boy...fuck me, fuck me...”I panted. I pushed back on Jack again. “Yeah watch it Ev, watch what you did last night.” The images with my memories were slowing driving me crazy and I felt my ass relaxing as I rocked back and forth on Jack's cock. “Yeah, that's it. You aren't fucked up now Ev, this is you. This is just you...what do you want?” I heard myself moan and beg to be fucked as I automatically fucked myself on Jack's dick. “What do you want Everett?” My cries echoed in my ears as I remembered screaming them and I pushed harder. “Gay or not Everett, tell me, tell me now what do you want?” I say myself cum all over myself, my mouth greedy to eat my own cum. Jack started to slip dis dick out of me, “Ok I'll stop...” “Fuck me Jack...”I said, ignoring the phone and pushing back onto Jack, “Please...I need to be fucked.” I could practically see Jack's grin in the darkness. He pulled out of me and rolled me over on my back, “Present your pussy to me.” I was confused for a moment but my body responded as my legs spread for him. He gave me a wolf's grin as he moved between them and slid his cock into me, “That's my jock bitch.” I groaned as he entered me and the last of my ego died as I realized, this was what I wanted, what I needed. “Fuck my pussy Jack, fuck my jock pussy hard...” “Since you asked so nicely...” He began slamming into me, and I felt myself just give into it and take it. This was what I wanted, what I needed. More, more and more cock.

I graduated from urinal to trough ages ago!

but youre the top why does it matter to you? I know why it would matter to the bottom. I'm also differentiating between full on scat.

Just got home from playing with a couple who have a Dad/son dynamic. The Dad loosened up his son's ass for me so he could take my 00 gauge pierced dick. His ass was amazing and he quickly milked two loads outta me. The Dad said it was so hot watching his boys fuck as he slid his dick inside of me while I was still in my new brother's wet hole. I was in pig heaven in the middle and got my brother to cum without touching himself as my new Dad shot his seed deep in me. I was still hard so I bred my brother two more times and he shot again hands free. My new family wants me to come back very soon.

Saturday evening I was watching guys wanking on various cam sites, I stumbled across a very sexy, tall, dark, hairy, muscular guy tugging his huge uncut dick. When I clicked into watch his profile said he was 47, straight & from London. Being courteous I sent him a DM asking i he minded gay guys watching him. He replied saying he didn’t mind at all in fact it turned him on. We continued to chat for a while and he revealed he’s closet bi curious & loved to cam for guys whenever his wife was working nights. He also said a lot of guys send him messages with pics of their arse and after a few months of wanking off while imagining fucking them he was keen to try for real. Reading that while watching his hand slide up his thick veiny XL cock shaft pushing his plentiful foreskin over his big swollen purplish mushroom bell end producing a suckable amount of pre cum oozing overhang got my cunthole aching so badly! (He’s just over 9.5” long & 7.5” circumference) I decided to send him my arse pics along with my location in London saying my arse was all his if he was up for meeting up with not obligation to fuck me if he didn’t want to. He took a little while to reply & to my delight he wasn’t too far away and was up for coming over. He said he could come over for around midnight because his wife usually calls on her first break around 11:30pm. So I gave him my address & number. He sent me some vids of him wanking & seeing his heavy juicy loads got me even more excited, I blew so big clouds and played with my cunthole for an hour while I waited. I had wondered if he’d bail on me but 11:45pm he txt me to say he was on his way with a pic of his big hard dick tenting in his track bottoms. When he arrived he was unsurprising a little nervous but still rock hard & he had an eager smile on his face, he produced a spliff & asked if I minded & wanted some. I didn’t mind & told him it would go well with what i was already smoking & would have my cunthole ready to gobble up his huge thick dick. After some smoking & me sucking on his huge meat I told him I love how big his juicy cum loads are & how much I loved getting filled with big loads especially when a top would tell me he’s getting me pregnant! This made his dick twitch a few times & he said “ Being the dad of 6 strapping lads (2 sets of twins in their late 20’s & 2 more lads in their early 20’s) I’ll probably knock you up with twin of not more”. With that he grabbed my hairy arse and started fingering me, he said he always eats his wife cunt & he took to rimming my cunthole like a natural! Then he got me on the floor on all fours, head down arse up. As he rubbed his pre cum on my hairy hole I looked over my shoulder at him & begged him to fuck my pussy! He growled & began to push it in! With my head down I started rubbing the tips of my nipples & groaned with pleasure as his thick shaft sent waves of pleasure deep in my guts with every inch! My welcoming cunthole now gripped his shaft as it tightened back up! He started to fuck me & told me how good my tight warm pussy felt on his dick! I told him how good it felt having his dick thrusting balls deep in me. After 5 minutes he got me on my back with my legs over his shoulders, he plowed hard into me as I ran my hands up & down his muscular arms & his hairy pecs & abs. It wasn’t long before he told me he was very close and couldn’t hold off for much longer! I wrapped my legs around him & told him I wanted his load and told him to raid my pussy hard & fast to orgasm & flood my pussy with his cum! He smashed me hard and roared loudly as his huge thick shaft pumped hard and fast inside me! I could feel the warmth of his cum filling me up🍆💦💦💦💦💦 Working my nipples hard I climaxed a few seconds after him, my cunthole gripping his shaft in orgasmic spasm making him roar “Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh fuck yeah” my dick had spewed my big thick load all over my hairy belly. He hesitated as he moved in to kiss me, I put my hand on the back of his neck & he started kissing me. Full on tongue probing stubble rubbing sloppy man kissing till he started pulling out his still rock hard dick. He had a look of dazed pleasure on his face as he rolled off onto his back. He told me my pussy was as good if not better than any woman’s pussy he’d fucked “ I can’t believe I’m still hard” he said. I groped his big hairy ball and told him it must mean he wanted more of my pussy! Indeed he did, he relit his spliff, I took a puff then got my pipe & blew a nice big cloud, he asked if he could try some so I took another big lungful and did a blow back with him. He was teasing my pussy with his big wet bell end when we did the blowback. He growled as it kicked in and thrust his full length in me and started raiding my pussy hard & deep. This led to us having a hard sweaty non stop fuck sessions till 5:30am! This man was a true breeding bull of a man! He bred a further 3 big loads in me without having to pull out and recover after filling up my cum sloppy cunthole. Had i not taken a big fancy to his gorgeous hairy virgin muscle arse & persuaded him to let me grind my dick in his arse crack & push my bell end against his tight hole while shooting my big thick load he’d definitely have plowed another load or two in me. He had to be home before his wife who finished work at 6am, only as he reluctantly stated to get dressed did his dick start to get soft. He said he was keen to do it again and I told him he was welcome anytime. Not long after he’d gone I was back online looking for another dick to carry on where he left off.

I love choking a faggot out while I breed it.the harder they like it the better. i love it when they pass out and go limp so I can shove my arm up their ass while they are unconscious or by the time they come to some random stranger is fucking them in my load and I'm long gone. If you are in Toronto hit up @LittleCumSewer That faggot is a total whore and loves getting strangled. I have used a rope, a belt, my hands and even a noose on this fuckboy and strangled her skinny neck so hard I left bruises

Part 3 I had only kissed one other person like this before and I was drunk at the time so it was mostly a blur. But the T made me more aware of the feeling of Mr. Kelly....dad....kissing me and wrapping both of his arms around me his hairy chest pressed against me. Our making out was so heated like we were trying to devour each other. I just took his lead and tried to do what he was doing and it was so hot. He broke the kiss but didn't pull away more than a couple inches. He looked into my eyes. "I want to show you everything you want and more. But we will take this at your pace. I promise. Just tell me if I am pushing you too far and we will stop. Is that ok son?" He said the magic word. When he called me son I felt myself melt into him. It made me want him, dad, even more. "Yes dad" was all I could say. I was so horny and my cock was aching to be touched. I reached down to my crotch and noticed that I wasn't hard at all. I didn't understand it but I figured by the time my pants came off it would be hard again. "Why don't we go into the bedroom? I have a TV in there too." He got up off the couch and took my hand and lifted me off it. He grabbed the pipe and the torch and led me into his bedroom. Against one wall was a king size bed. I had never seen one so big before. It was bigger than my parents bed. On the opposite wall was another TV mounted to the wall. "Go ahead and sit up on the bed. I think there's a movie I have that youre gonna like." He was at a small desk with his laptop on it. I sat up in the bed on one side against the headboard to get a good TV watching position. In a minute the TV was on and a video started. Two guys sitting on a couch fully clothed and staring into the camera. It was obvious right off the bat that these two were related. The older guy looked around my dad and Mr. Kelly's age and the younger guy looked around my age and he looked like he would be what the older guy looked like 20 years before. Mr. Kelly...dad...it was hard to get out of the habit of thinking of him as my teacher...before he came to the bed he went into his closet and pulled out a small cloth bag. He got onto the bed and told me to get closer to him. "We'll make use of every inch of this bed eventually, but let's sit close now." I pulled myself over more to the center of the bed so that our arms were touching. "What do you say you take off the shirt son?" I did as he asked and soon dad and son were both topless. He rubbed my chest and brought his hand down to my stomach and crotch. That first feeling of another man's hands on my body was like electricity. I was shivering. The dad and son on the screen were starting to rub each other's legs. Dad pulled out of his cloth bag another small bag of what looked like chunks of crystals. "I'm going to reload the pipe so we can smoke a little more. You liked it right? Do you want to do more son?" That word again. "Yeah dad. I like it a lot. It's weird I got so horny after those hits but I'm not hard at all." "That happens to some people son. I wouldn't worry about it. As long as you're feeling good that's all that matters." He dropped some of the crystal pieces into the bulb and I heard the now familiar sound of the click of the torch. He took the first hit and then began to pass the pipe back and forth between the two of us. Each time he would hold the pipe to my mouth telling me to suck in as long as it was there and then he would tell me to hold it in until he did his next hit. The tingling continued and spread throughout my body but I also felt something else happening. It's hard to explain. It felt like something in my mind was being opened. Like the hits were the key that would release what was inside. And I was feeling that what was inside was all the dirty thoughts I had that I didn't want to tell anyone and that I didn't want to tell myself. "How are you feeling son?" dad asked. "Oh dad" was all I could say in response. My head was being flooded with thoughts I always thought were so dirty about gay sex and gay incest. I think he could tell that I was changing. He smiled and chuckled again. "Feeling good huh? How would you feel if I suggested we get naked?" I didn't wait to respond. I just stripped of my clothes. I wanted to be naked with this man. With my dad. And I wanted to feel our bodies pressed together. I swept the rest of my clothes off the bed and onto the floor and turned back to him. He was naked too and I think I gasped at the sight of him. I was with a hot man who looked better naked then clothed. And what I could not miss was the biggest cock I had ever seen. From stealing glances in the locker room, most of us were pretty much the same size. But dad was long and thicker than anything I could compare it to. Nothing came to mind. He noticed me staring. "Are you ok son?" "You're so huge dad." He smiled again. "Yes. I am pretty big compared to most guys. Do you like that it's big?" I didn't know how to respond. "I think so...but I just never thought they got that thick before." He grabbed his hard cock. "It is very thick. Probably not too much bigger than average lengthwise." I could see that his fingers did not touch when he wrapped his hand around his cock. "Come back over here and sit with me. We can watch more of the movie." I climbed back into the center of the bed and he put his arm back around me and pulled me close. He had the pipe in the hand that was around me and he lit it again so that I could take another big hit. We both took two or three more. By that point I had lost count. I was just flying and thinking the thoughts that I had kept inside for so long. Dad told me to keep my eye on the screen and to keep stroking. I didn't even realize I was stroking my soft cock. Even though I couldn't get hard, it felt good to touch it. The dad and son on screen were fully naked and the dad was on top of the son as they made out. "I love making out with you son." The dad confirmed that he was with his son. The only difference was they were definitely the real thing. It was making me hornier every time they started talking dirty like that. Dad put his mouth up to my ear. "You like when they talk like that to each other son?" I shivered again and just nodded. "We're going to have so much fun together son." My mind was swimming. Somehow all the things I was raised thinking were wrong were the things I wanted to do most in the moment. "Why don't you grab my cock son." Without taking my eyes off the screen, I reached over and put my hand around dad's cock. It was hot and throbbing and felt even thicker in my hand. His mouth was still at my ear. "Yes son. That feels good. I want you so bad. And so does this cock. Stroke it for me son." I began stroking his cock up and down. It was harder than I think I ever felt with my cock. Like a weapon. The son was sucking on his dad's cock. In the same way that they looked alike everywhere else on their bodies they had similar cocks. The dad was moaning and at one point said "Look at me while you suck that cock that made you son." That's when I felt dad touch my cock for the first time. I started shaking immediately. It was so unexpected and felt amazing. Another person's hand on my cock. It was still soft but I could feel it getting a little thicker in dad's hand. "You like that son?" I was gasping and nodding. "Yeah dad. That's amazing." "Should we try to do a little more? You decide. It's up to you son." I nodded. "Son. Look me in the eye and tell me." He pulled away from my ear and I turned to look at him. He was no longer smiling. He looked dead serious. "Yes dad. I wanna do more dad. Please."

I've got six total. 6 gauge ears, a 2 gauge septum 6 gauge nipple rings, and a 00 gauge PA. I love topping with my PA and love bottoming for a man with one. Hell, I love it when a man pays attention to any of my piercings. I've posted pics below. Feel free to message me with any questions.

… when you do it right

HI guys. Thanks for the comments. Keep them up, tell me what you like about what happened to me as it will encourage me to tell you more after the evening with the 3some to present day. I take Will's raw cock morning and night and he has me visit the fuck bars every afternoon here in Amsterdam whilst he is at work. Most nights we then go together. I don't have lots of time to write,and not sure I am good at it, so your encouragement and maybe friends request will help. One thing I will tell you now. Will showed this site to me a few months after we met so I thought I'd better tell him I had posted these. I should have changed our first names but it's too late now. I thought he would be angry. Short story, when I opened the page and watched him read I could see his cock get rock solid and it stayed that way the whole time he was reading. I guessed what he thought and I was correct, my ass got a hell of a hammering and he planted two loads in me in just 10 minutes or so. That was all he needed to say, or not say as it turned out! Don't forget to give me encouragement and I will tell you more as soon as I can. Jake.

I was finally on my way to Will's house for our third date. I am 18 and had been so close to jacking off so many times that day but I was pleased I resisted. The day had been endless but I knew he didn't get home from work until 6pm. I had told him I'd arrive by 7pm. I was on the bus about 10 minutes from his place when my phone buzzed with a text. My crotch throbbed with excitement when I saw it was from Will. I opened the message and he was asking if I was on my way over. He said he had two friends with him who were there to meet me. The message filled me with apprehension for several reasons. I was hoping that we would have fun as soon as I arrived but now we'd not be able to. Secondly, the idea of meeting his friends worried me. What if they didn't like me and influenced Will and he dumped me? I replied that I would be there in about 10 minutes. Arriving at his house, I rang the bell, so nervous now. Will opened the door wearing a pair of shorts and a vest. The shorts did nothing to hide the shape and size of his dick n balls and the vest showed his masculine chest. Despite my nervousness, my heart skipped a beat and I had a flashback of him on top of me fucking his cock and cum into me. Will smiled, bent over and kissed me, pushing his tongue in my mouth and feeling up my ass. He led me into the living room and introduced me to his friends, Alan and Mike. Will sat in the armchair and they were sitting on either side of the sofa. Will told me to have a seat which meant the only place to sit was in the space on the sofa between Alan and Mike. The TV was on and a porno playing where a guy about my age was getting barebacked off a group of men. As I sat, I was thinking how unlike that Alan and Mike were to Mike. Alan was about 30, he looked skinny, he had a gaunt skeletal face, and I would never have found him attractive in a 100 years. Mike was in his late 20s shaved head, average looking and dressed like a skinhead. As I walked into the room and then sat down, I noticed that Alan and Mike were staring at me as if they hadn't eaten for a month and I was the first food they had seen. Alan especially had the expression of a hawk that was following its prey. (I didn't know then of course that they were not friends of Will's but hook ups from some site and they had never met Will or each other before. The only reason they were there was to top bareback me knowing I'd only ever had Will.) The atmosphere was charged and uncomfortable. Will was clearly excited as I could see from the bulge in his shorts that he was solid and he had a wet patch. He was the only one talking, asking about my day and what I'd been up to. All I could feel was Alan staring constantly at me from the side so I pretended not to notice. The porno reached the point when when one of the tops pushed in deep and yelled “I'm shooting take my load”. That was the trigger as I immediately felt Alan's hand on my crotch and a groan from him. I reacted by saying “What the fuck you think you doing”. He quickly pulled back his hand and Will was saying Jake it's OK He likes you and I'd love to see him touch you all over.” That stunned and confused me. I had hoped Will was thinking I was his boyfriend so why would he want someone else to touch me? Will quickly went on to say that it was OK and to let Alan do what he wanted. With that, I felt both Alan and Mike's hands begin to touch me. Despite my confusion, I boned up instantly, and submitted to their hands feeling me all over. I looked over to Will and he smiled and nodded that it was all good and to go with it. He then took off his vest and shorts. Seeing his cock again made me moan and remember what it felt like in my ass. My groan further encouraged Alan and Mike and it turned into a frenzy. They both started stripping me. After Alan took my boxers off he looked at me and said “fuck yeah, short height, smooth, very thin, perfect, I can't wait to get in him”.” He put his hand through my legs and grabbed my ass. I felt his finger at my ass hole and then he groaned and said to Will “you're right he is still cherry tight”. Mike began taking off his clothes whilst Alan fingered me. He looked at Will and said “I'm going to enjoy doing that.” Mike had tattoos all over his body and had a hard cock maybe 7inches long. Apart from porn, Mike's cock was only the second one I'd seen. Although it was much smaller that Will's I still looked at his cock and thought how amazing it looked. He had low hanging balls all shaved. In fact, he was shaved everywhere, even his pits. Alan move out of the way to take his clothes off and Mike replaced his hand at my ass saying “fucking nice” when he felt my ass hole. He used some of his prelube on my ass hole and pushed in his finger. I looked over at Will who was slowly stroking his cock and smiling encouragement at me. Alan took the last of his clothes off and I thought gross, lecherous. His body was gaunt, painfully skinny and unattractive. His cock though was impressive. It was maybe 9 inches, solid and leaking like a faucet. He came over to me and told me to suck it. I was thinking fuck no way but then Will said to go ahead as he'd love to see me do it. Reluctantly, I took the head in my mouth then something came over me and and I went for it. I took him as far back in my throat as I could. Alan moaned then as he said how good it felt, I then felt something else against my mouth and realised it was Mike's cock. Will said “suck them both Jake”. Alan put poppers against my nose and after two deep sniffs I took the head of both cocks in my mouth one on each side of my face. I could hear Will saying how proud he was of me. I was thinking, I have two cocks in my mouth and just three days ago I had never even touched another guy's cock. I thought what would my ex girlfriend or straight friends think? Whilst Mike continued to face fuck me Alan went down to my dick. I felt him suck it. He was good at it but sensed I was close. He stopped and moved around to my ass. He ate my ass hole so good. I heard someone moaning and realised it was me. I had a guy eating my ass and a cock in my mouth. Alan told me to bend over so he could get at my ass better. I did so but Mike never took his cock out of my mouth. He was forcefully pulling my head onto it. I felt Alan's cock against my ass cheeks as he slid his cock against me. I then felt his dick head at my ass hole and I knew he wanted in. Will passed him some lube which he smeared on my ass and his dick. He then pushed back against my ass hole. I said “no way man, not without a condom.” I sensed all three of them hesitate whilst they didn't know how to handle my rejection of Alan's raw cock. Will came over in a second and told me he so wanted to see Alan fuck me raw. He said Alan wouldn't shoot in me, he just wanted to feel inside of me. Whilst Will was saying this I could feel the pressure on my ass from Alan's cock as he pushed. I was frozen by indecision. I knew it was risky to take it raw especially from a guy like Alan who was gross. I couldn't work out why the guy I thought was my boy friend wanted this but at the same time Alan's cock at my ass felt so good. Will held the poppers to my nose and after a few sniffs they took away my reluctance. I felt the pressure from Alan's cock as he pushed and pushed. I felt his cock head pop in and Alan said “mmmmmmmm fucking nice”. He slowly pushed in until I could feel his balls against my ass. He held it there as if savouring the feeling. He asked Will if it was true that he was only the second one to get in me. I saw Will wink and nod. Alan groaned. Will whispered in my ear that Alan's cock looked so good in my ass and to tell Alan that I wanted it. I replied by telling Alan to give me it. That started him off and he began fucking my ass. On the one hand I thought about how gross Alan was but on the other his cock felt so good in me. The verbal started building up. Alan telling me how good he felt in me, Will telling me how proud he was of me and Mike encouraging Alan to go for it. Alan continued fucking me for maybe 10 minutes whilst the three of them talked filthy about “doing me”. Will looked at Alan and nodded whilst he said to me that Alan was going to shoot in me. Will quickly said he wanted that and he would slide straight in after Alan was finished, fucking Alan's cum deeper in me. Alan's thrusts got fast and hard and in no time I heard his breathing change and he yelled as he shot in me, I felt his cock throb four times and he held still deep in me. My mind was spinning with the thought id just taken Alan's cum. After a minute he pulled out and Will got behind me and slid straight in. Will's cock, being so much longer and fatter than Alan's seemed huge. Will groaned and said how hot my ass felt covered in Alan's cum. He said he was using his cock to coat my ass walls with Alan's cum. Will fucked me like that for maybe 5 minutes then slid out without shooting. Mike got behind me a slid into my ass. He had the smallest of the three cocks but it still felt good and I was blown away by the fact that in the space of 40 or so minutes I had had three cocks in me and one load from a gross man I would have ignored any other time. As soon as Mike slid in me the verbal started again about how he was going to shoot his load in me, only the third load I'd ever taken. Will stood in front of me and told me to lick and suck Alan's cum off his cock. I must admit the thought of Alan's cum didn't do anything for me, but Will gently gently pulled my head onto his cock. Once I tasted it, I lost all reservations about Alan and really got off on the taste. I cleaned, licked and kissed Will's cock. The entire time Mike was hammering my ass , the other two were telling him “to do it”. Finally after a bit, Mike shouted to them he was about to cum and they yelled encouragement to him. His whole body shook as he unloaded in me. Will said how proud he was of me and got back behind me. He said fucking on two loads felt so good and he wasn't going to last long. He talked dirty about the two loads getting hammered into my ass walls by his dick and asked me if it felt good. I could only moan yesssssssss and at that, he shot so deep into me. He seemed to shoot for ages, holding all 10 inches in me. Without a break in the proceedings, Alan again entered me. He took his time and fucked slowly but so deeply. The encouragement from Will and Mike continued. They were telling Alan “give to it to him again”. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, bent over and taking raw cock from an fuck ugly man and it sent me over the edge and I shot. Will was underneath me licking Alan's cock each time he pulled back, so he got my load all over his chest. Mike licked my load up and the three of them kissed as a 3some swapping my cum from mouth to mouth. Will then came over and kissed me with my own load and whispered he was so proud of me. Alan and Mike both shot another load into my ass and finally Will hammered it all deep. They both enjoyed Will doing it in their loads and I must admit it felt good. As Alan and Mike left, Alan said to me “thanks” and it was only then I realised that neither of them had spoken to me once since I had arrived. They had only spoken about me to each other or Will. Will lay next to me for an hour with me on my stomach so the cum would stay in my ass. He kept telling me how proud of me he was and that he liked his boyfriend to take other guy's raw dicks and cum. He said he wanted to see me take cock off 100s of guys, even guys I'd never seen. He said I would do so soon. I was so pleased he said he was my boyfriend, I didn't give any thought to Will wanting to share ass to any raw cock. The next night Will took me to a fuck club, but that's another story.

I like men of all races, but Black men always move to the front of the line, it's not just their cocks that are tasty, the sweetest holes I've ever eaten and there have been many, were all Black men's.....broaden your horizons, eat their holes and let them fuck you.....I know you won't regret it!!!!!