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Was in a hotel for a few nights this past week for work and felt the urge to continue on my journey to become a true no loads refused cum pig. I created a new Grindr account with no picture, just that I was a cum pig looking for cum and go guys to load me up. I’ve done plenty of semi anonymous hookups in hotels, but this was a first for me to see no faces or pictures (other than their cocks). I waited ass up in my hotel room with the door ajar and was able to get 3 loads from 3 guys who all I saw was their cock. It felt so right to be used as nothing more than a cumdump for any man who needed an ass to blow his load in Then I got home on Friday and a FWB said he had a buddy who he wanted to bring to breed me. He wanted me hooded, on all fours waiting for him. I stayed hooded the entire time as I got both their loads deposited deep in my guts. After they were done he put a butt plug in me and instructed me to jack off once they were done to some dirty hypno cum pig porn. I painted my entire chest with how big my load was. Gonna continue to document different encounters in this thread!

Chapter Eleven I immediately started coughing, the kids all laughed as I struggled to breath, “Whoa big guy,” Logan said coming up and taking the joint from me, “Can't hold your weed huh?” I shook my head, tears falling from my eyes. “Ok, here,” he said leaning me back into the beanbag, “Let's try this.” He took a long drag and then leaned in like he was going to kiss me. “Whoa...” I said stopping him. He shook his head and pushed his lips to mine. The smoke moved from his mouth to mine and I felt it enter my lungs in one gulp. He held his mouth to mine and I felt his tongue slip over mine. My tongue moved tentatively over his and he pulled off me. “See? It's called shotgunning, it's for newbies.” “Thought you'd smoked before,” one of the kids said, “Fuck off Tim, leave him alone,” Logan said taking another drag and leaning in. This time there was no pretense, this was a kiss with some smoke being shared. This kid was a good kisser, way better than Jack. I forgot for a moment he was barely 18 and kissed him back as the smoke entered me. At the end we were just making out, his body moving over mine. He pulled off with a smile “See? It's strong shit, so be ready.” I nodded and Logan passed the joint to another of the guys, “You wanna do one?” The kid nodded and took Jack's place. This one had dirty blond hair and a cleft in his chin that made him look like a model almost. They were all Tik Tok boys, toned, six packs, smooth, and horny as fuck. This kid leaned in and again, it wasn't anything but a kiss and I welcomed it. This one was skinny and he moved over me, his legs straddling my chest as he tongue fucked me. His kiss was messier but there was a lot of passion in it and I felt myself respond. I think he passed the joint away because both of his hands were on the side of my face, kissing me like he was possessed. “Fuck,” he said breathlessly, “You are fucking cut,” he said tracing a finger down the space in my pecs. “My turn,” the last kid said, taking a huge drag and handing the joint back to Logan. He came in and kissed me like he meant it, one hand behind my head, the other on the bulge in my jeans. My hips bucked up as he rubbed me, these kids were fucking turning me on and I didn't really care they were in high school for a moment. “Get naked,” he whispered as he got off me and slipped his shorts off, “I wanna see that monster in your pants.” The other boys shucked their soccer shorts as I unbuttoned my jeans. Logan grabbed the side and pulled them down, leaving me in my jock with my swollen cock pushing against the thin cotton. One of the kids leaned down and moved it aside and my dick flipped up, making a slapping sound against my abs as I sighed at the feeling of being free. “Holy fuck!” one of them exclaimed. “Told ya he was a beast,” Logan said, “Ev, stroke it for us.” I reached down and gripped the base of my cock with a hand, a light from one of their phones lit up as he started filming, “Yeah man, fucking stroke that motherfucker.” “Come on guys,” I said hiding my face, “Don't do that.” “Ev!” Logan said moving down next to me, “Show that fucker off,” he pulled my hand down and leaned over to kiss me, while his other friend put a hand on the top half of my dick. The double hit of pleasure made me let go and I just kissed Logan back and released my dick to let the other kid stroke me. “Fuck man, look at this thing!” the kid said propping my cock up for the other one to film, “I would tear pussy up with this shit!” “Put both hands on it,” the guy with the phone said, “Make it leak some.” I felt two hands grab my dick and start to move up and down my length. I moaned into Logan's mouth as I felt my dick start to weep precum. The weed was hitting me hard now and I just laid back and let this kid stroke me off as Jack's little brother looked down at me and smiled. “See guys? I told you, my brother said once he gets all turned on he does anything.” “Prove it!” the filming kid said. Logan moved up and brought his dick to my mouth, “Come on Ev, lick my dick.” I had been right, it was a nice fucking dick. It was nearly as big as Jack's but on a high school kid it looked huge on his frame and my mouth started watering as I licked it slowly. “OH DAMN!” the other two said as I tasted the first drop of Logan's nutjuice. He tasted like Jack and I instantly wanted more. I grabbed his ass and pulled him onto me as I swallowed him whole and miked his dick with my tongue. “Fucking college boy blowing a high school jock, that shit is tight.” one of them said but I ignored it, I was liking this shit too much. “Lick my balls,” Logan demanded, moving his balls up to my mouth. I did as he said, his voice was too much like Jack's for me not to. His balls were smooth and shaven and the sound he made as I rolled them around in my mouth was a turn on. He moved again, trying to push them further in and I licked and prodded...until this hole was over my mouth. My tongue darted up and started to breech his tiny hole. “FUCK!” Logan screamed as he tried to jump off my mouth, but my hands held his hips still and I slowly started to rim him. “Fuck, fuck...” the jock panted as I dug deeper and deeper into him, “His fucking tongue is huge...” I felt precum drip on my forehead as I grabbed the side of his cheeks and really shoved my tongue up this soccer kid's ass. He squealed and stopped trying to get away and pushed back onto my face. “Dude, that's gay,” one of the kids said, still filming, still stroking himself. “Fuck that,” Jack whimpered, “It feels fucking amazing...” One kid looked at the other and said, “You film for a while,” and moved over to Logan, “Come on man, give me a turn.” Logan moved off my mouth and my tongue was left exposed, as I tried to find the tight, jock hole again. The other kid lowered himself on my face and I instantly speared his firm, little ass, pushing my tip into his hole and making him cry out in pleasure. “Fuuuccckkkk...”he moaned, “Fuck yeah, come on college boy....lick my high school ass....” Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was my fog, maybe it was because I was partly in control for once but this was so fucking hot I just grabbed his hips and pushed him down as hard as I could. The kid started to bounce on my face, fucking himself on my tongue as I tried to claw his smooth buns across to get deeper. “Grab me that lotion,” I head Logan tell the other guy. Seconds later I felt a cold wetness move around my ass and my legs were moved. “You ready to get fucked Ev?” Logan asked. “No way this guy is going to let a fucking high schooler fuck him.” “Watch me,” Logan said, his thick tip pressing against my hole. My legs parted on their own as he pushed into me, causing me to moan around this kids hole. He was stroking himself off as I rimmed him but I didn't care anymore, all I wanted was that cock. Logan's thrust was fast and all over the place. I could tell this was his first ass fuck as he just jammed it in, trying his best to get it anywhere. I moved the kid off my mouth and said, “Slower...slow down.” He pulled his cock back and lined it up again, this time he thrust in slowly and it moved past my muscle in one go, causing me to moan at the length. “Suck me,” the kid on top of me ordered and my mouth opened so he could shove his cock into my mouth. Logan pushed in all the way, not quite as big as Jack but big enough, once he was bottomed out he pulled out almost to the tip and shoved it in as one push. I fucking lost it as the impact went past my prostate, making my cock lurch to life, precum going everywhere. “Dude...look at this cock...he loves this!” the kid filming said. “I know, watch me fuck this bitch good.” He started thrusting into me, each one more confident than the last, working up a good rhythm, driving me nuts as I sucked this kid off. “Yeah..more...more...” the kid said as his cock began to swell in my mouth, “I'm cumming...fuck I'm cumming.” I grabbed his hips and shoved his cock deep down my throat as he fired shot after shot of teen jizz down my throat. Both hands gripped my hair as he pumped his load into me. I could feel his perfect, soccer ass clench as he emptied himself into my mouth. He fell off, “Fuck me...” he said, sweat covering his body. Logan ignored him, he was learning to fuck hard. He had brought my legs up to his shoulders and was drilling me hard, there was a cruel look on his face that looked like Jack when he fucked me and I started panting to myself. “Fuck my pussy...harder...fuck me harder...” “Did you hear that!” the guy filming said, “He said he had a pussy!” “You like this Ev?” Logan asked for the camera, “You like getting fucked.” “Harder...fuck me harder...” I pleaded, wanting more dick that the teenager could give me. “Where should I fuck you Ev?” “My pussy....fuck my jock pussy...” The boys exclaimed in excitement and the one with the camera said. “Ok my turn, let me fuck him.” Logan reluctantly pulled out of me and I laid there on my back, my legs open, wanting more cock. The last kid jock rolled me over and grabbed my hair to pull me up on all fours. He shoved his cock in with authority and I could tell this kid had fucked before. “Present that ass bitch...” he said, pushing me down , raising my ass up higher, “Show me that hungry cunt...come on you fucker...” I responded to the boys words and raised my ass and pushed back into this thrusts. He wasn't as large as Logan but he fucking knew how to fuck hard. I grunted each time he assaulted me, but my pussy was still empty...I wanted more. “Harder...more...fuck me more...” I chanted, losing all scope of reality. The weed with my own natural fog had mindfucked me, and I didn't care about anything any more, I wanted to get off and that meant more cock, more fucking...more everything. If Jack's dad came in right now I'd have begged him to fuck me, shit if my dad had come in I would have... My cock pulsed at the thought and I pushed back hard into this kid. “Yeah you want this dick don't you bitch?” I did, I wanted it bad. “Ok let me back in,” Logan said. “Fuck that, I just got here.” “Come on Donny, fucking let me fuck him some more.” “It's my turn fucker...” His pace had slowed and my ass was aching for more. “Fuck me...fuck me harder...I need more...” I intoned. “I have an idea,” Logan said, moving around to my front. He say down and held his cock up, “Come on Ev, come ride my cock.” I scrambled to my feet and moved over to straddle this high school jock's dick. My jock pussy engulfed his hard rod and I sighed as I felt it slam all the way into me. If this kid had a few more inches he would have been fucking everything...so I just frantically bounced on his cock, trying to go as deep as I could. “Come on, your turn,” Logan said to the other kid. At first I was confused but then felt the other kid put a hand on my lower back to steady me, and his tip push into my already filled hole. “What....” I said, a moment of clarity coming to me as I felt the second cock start to force it's way into my ass. “No...no....don't...” I pleaded as the second head pushed past my hole and penetrated me. My mouth opened to scream as he pushed into, both cocks filling me up like nothing had before. I was no longer high, I was no longer fuzzy, I was freaking out because two high school jocks were double penetrating me on camera! The second kid pushed all the way in and I started to thrash, “No...get the fuck...” And both of their heads crushed my prostate. My eyes rolled back and I lost time for a moment. My hearing came back slowly and I could hear someone yelling and the sound of something wet hitting something wet. It took a moment for me to recognize my own voice screaming “Fuck me...fuck me harder....yeah...fill my pussy....wreck that jock cunt!” The sound of flesh hitting flesh was my sweaty body slamming back into their cocks as I rode both dicks as hard as I could, their thickness not sliding past but pressing down on my joybutton, making me fucking insane. The guy with the camera had it up to my face as I cried for them to fuck me harder...neither one moving as I did all the work pushing my tight ass down over both cocks in a blur. Logan was pushing me down by the shoulders as he screamed for me to take it, the other kid had a handful of my hair and was treating me like a fucking stallion he was trying to break with his dick. My cockhead was purple and swollen and as I looked down at it I knew, it was about to fucking shoot like it had never shot before. “Come on Everett, ride these high school cocks, show us how a big college stud likes to get fucked.” “Fuck me, fuck me...fill my cunt...breed my pussy....” My was speaking jibberish now as my cock just exploded, a gusher of cum spraying my six pack and chest with what seemed like gallons of cum, never ending, just shot after shot after shot. My ass clamped down on both cocks as I came and I felt them pulse as one as they pushed their jock babes into me, breeding me like the jock pussy I was. They both held on to me and thrust up as hard as they could to milk the last drops out of their members. I slumped forward, my head resting on Logan's shoulder as consciousness started to fade. As I passed out I head the boy whisper, “What until my brother gets back to see this.” And then nothing.

Chapter Two: (Like Father, Like Son) As I lay on my back, Jason's hard cock still lodged deep in my throbbing hole, he pushed himself up with his arms; sweat dripping from his short dark hair. His green eyes looked deep into mine, and a devilish smile crept across his handsome face, “Is the stuff in the kitchen still in the same places?” he asked. I was caught off guard by the randomness of his question but managed to reply “uh, yeah, basically” before he quickly pulled out, shoved one of the nearby plugs into my hole, and stood up before happily bouncing off to the kitchen. Any surprise at his actions was pushed aside as I watched his ample ass saunter out of view, fuck he was beautiful. I was still flying, and trying to collect my thoughts when he walked back into the room, holding the can of crisco and sporting a hungry smile as his 9” cock was still mostly hard and still glistening with a mix of pink cum and chempiss. The weight from his large PA ring causing his massive dick to bounce as he walked. He sat down next to me and grabbed his phone from his pants on the floor near us. He fumbled with it with one hand, while tapping the plug in my hole with the other. After a few moments of fingering his screen with a determined look, he put it back and resumed smiling as he ran his hands across my thighs. “Eat my hole while I play with yours daddy” Jason said as he straddled my face. I couldn't believe I was getting a good close look at my sons hot muscular ass as he reached back and ran his hands across the light coat of hair on his perfect round globes before pulling them apart to reveal a puckering hole that had clearly seen its share of dick as well. “suck it daddy” he begged as I lunged forward into the perfect ass of my son. I dove in and hungrily began lapping at his hungry hole. From the initial pucker I could tell he had been fucked a fair amount, but wasn't expecting his hole to open up and try to suck my tongue in as his full round asscheeks hugged the sides of my face. The sweat from both of us lubing our bodies and allowing our skin to slide across each other as he leaned forward and moved his hands from his ass to between my legs to resume playing with the plug in my hole. My hands quickly moving to replace his and continue to pull his ass cheeks apart, allowing me suck on his delicious pucker as I eagerly dig my tongue in deeper into is quickly opening hole. Using the strength of his well defined muscles, he lifts my lower half off the floor, giving him full view and access to my hole. He pulled the plug from my hole with a loud plop and dropped it into the blanket we were on, now fully soaked with chempiss and sweat. I pulled forward to continue my oral assault on his welcoming hole as he leaned forward and buried his face in mine. Even with his strength and flexibility, the angle was difficult for him to do more than lick across the gape he had created. The heat of his tongue clashing with the cool air I could feel against my hole as it tried to pucker closed. He pulled up and leaned back, applying more of his weight to my face and allowing me to dig deeper as I heard him say “fuck your hole tastes good dad” He kept one arm wrapped around my leg, holding me up as his hand massaged inside my ass cheek, his fingers dancing across my hungry ass lips. With the other hand he grabbed something from his pants and seemed to fumble for a second before saying “lets see how much more open we can get you daddy”. He began fingering my hole again and I felt the burn I loved as the hunger and intensity intensified. I held my hand out and pulled my face away from his hole long enough to let out a muffled “one for you” before returning to my feast. With his free hand he grabbed another shard from his supply and placed it in my fingers. “about the same as what I just gave you” he said as I pulled it back and glimpsed at its size before placing it against his hole and pressing it inside (fuck that is bigger than I have done before) I tried to think as it continued kick in more; both of us rubbing it against the others prostate and scratching it back and forth. I lean forward and try to take in as much of the smell of musk from his ass as I can before licking his hole as my fingers rub the last of the T into the lining of his man-pussy. The only real thought in my head being “This is so hot,” as I focus my attentions on the perfect muscle ass against my face, I am now using both hands to pull open his ass and give me access to his hole, now tasting strongly bitter from the T. I am surprised that there is barely any resistance as I am able to slide two fingers in and out with little resistance. “give me your hand” he orders. I reach my hand out and feel his already crisco covered hands massage the grease across my fingers and up my wrists before releasing his grip and returning his attentions to my hole. And his attentions felt amazing. As he returned to working his fingers into my gape that now felt empty without him there. My hole eagerly stretched to accept is continued assault on my hole... I expected some pain, but felt none as I felt the thickness of his thumb knuckle as it slid into my hole and he began to grind it against my spot. I could barely focus on how easily my fingers were working into his hole with the waves of sensation crashing over me. I had to make my boy feel good though, so I pushed my hand forward and with little resistance my hand made it into the perfect muscle butt inches away from my face. “Fuck Jason, you took my whole hand easy” I half grunted as he began moving his hand back and forth, fully fucking me with his arm. “That's nothing dad, before I leave, I'm going to go elbow deep in you... you are already taking my forearms” he said as I felt his fist pushing against my inner ring. “But first, I'm thirsty” he said in a whimsical tone before latching onto my cock and nursing my limp party dick (yeah, I get that bad, glad he didn't inherit it). His sucking was hard and almost painful at first, but he let up as he moved his hand to my bladder and began applying pressure. With all the attention, I felt like I was having a full body orgasm as I let lose a torrent of chempiss down my pig sons hungry throat. The orgasm feeling intensified as I continued to feel the sweet release of the pressure on my bladder and he began slowly moving his hand back and forth from my hole. My legs began to convulse as wave after wave of please washed over me. I did my best to try to return the favor to his ass and was rewarded with the feeling of his piss begging to leak from his monster cock, sandwiched between us. Not wanting to waste it, I used my free hand to pull his now rock hard wet cock down to angle it towards my mouth to savor his bitter nectar. He realizes what I am going for and lifts one leg up off of me, letting me keep my hand in his ass, but giving me a good close up view of his crotch, for the first time, I fully made out the biohazard tattoo above his cock (which he had excluded from his profile pick with his hand and the angle) I lick around the head and under his foreskin, trying to take in the flavor and suck in more,fighting my gag reflex as his piercing occasionally hits my throat. Soon both of our streams ease up and he releases my dick from his mouth to resume his assault on my hole. As he arches back, it pulls his dick from my mouth, which springs back slap against his washboard abs. He changes his grips on my legs until (Like the wrestlers he used to watch on TV and pretend to me with his little brother Matt) he had my legs under his armpits as he raised up on his knees to give me better access to his hole as well. He began full on fucking me with his arm now, while bouncing his perfect muscular frame up and down on mine. He kept trying to still press our bodies together, grinding his massive pole between us as he moved his arm in and out at the same pace he had used to fuck me. Between the chems and the stimulation, I could barely move my body under my own control, as my legs continues to flex and convulse in a full body orgasm as he literally fist fucked me. I wasn't sure if I was pissing more, or cumming, all I could tell you was something was coming out of my dick and I was fully lost in what son was doing to my hole. Wave after wave washed over me for what seemed like hours before I went limp in his arms. Sweating profusely, panting heavily, and still locked in a fisting 69 with my 25 yo beefy muscle son in the living room he used to play video games in. After my hole finally stopped convulsing around what I would learn was only about a few inch away from his elbow, he grabbed the one of the larger plugs off the coffee table (3.5 diameter at the narrow part) and worked it into my now gaping hole. He then took a plug that was a little thinner and passed it to me. “Put this one in my ass daddy” he pleaded (as If I wouldn't) It slid in easily and he stood up over me, “I am fucking loving this, but we should probably wash up a little... but only a little. Go get the shower started, and I will put this in the washer” It was weird having a hookup that already knew where most things were in my house, and even weirder considering who it was, but also felt strangely comforting. Thoughts slowly returning to my head, as he gathered the blanket from under us and began down the hallway... Then he stopped, turned around and yelled, “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY ROOM!” I laughed, I had done a remodel a few years ago, and since I no longer needed a third bedroom, I had taken that space and added it to the bathroom, as a byproduct, the door to his room was no longer there and long since drywalled over. “Check the bathroom” I replied as I stood up and walked him back to the hallway. The look of hurt from his face instantly faded away to a perverted look of glee when he flicked on the switch. The small bathroom he had grown up with was replaced with a much larger XXX spa area. The old shower expanded into a four showerhead “wet room” with a movable plastic fuck bench in the middle. Outside of that was a hot tub stye bath, double sinks with a full mirror above them, and a large floor to ceiling tiled mirror making up the wall behind (so I can check my clothes or the guy fucking me from multiple angles), and what had been his partial walk in closet was now a small 2 person steam room. I had also re-angled the floors and put in a drain, so if need be, the whole room could be hosed down. “I like the way you remodeled MY room.” he said in a cheerful, but still attitude filled tone, a partial smile fighting against the stern look he kept trying to present. “Yeah, well, I bet we can have a LOT more fun with it like this” I snipped back. “and since you got rid of my bed, I will just have to sleep in yours now” he said as he threw the sweat, cum, and chempiss soaked blanket into the washing machine (laundry room is across the hall from the bathroom) and walked back to wrap his arms around me and pull be in for a deep kiss. “so Jason, I have the next two weeks off, and I love having you here, but I have to ask, how long are you planning on staying?” “Like I said dad, I am gonna keep fucking you till I knock you up with my toxic seed. I am self employed, and my lease is actually up in a few weeks anyway, so I could actually move back in here if you will have me” I now understood the hurt look look in his face when he saw his old room was gone, so I gave him the same loving smile I had so many times before, and said “anytime you want Jason, you are always welcome here, and there is still your brother Matt's room” “Can't I sleep with you daddy?” he playfully asked “Every night Jason, but if anyone asks, you are in Matt's old room” “Ok pops” he said as he rolled his eyes before breaking our embrace to turn on the go turn on the shower. “We should PROBABLY clean up a little, after all, when I realized you were into this as much as me, I texted my dealer to come by with some more supplies and to help with my charging you up project” he announced. A wave of eagerness at more cocks was pushed by the voice in the back of my head still trying to yell out “this is wrong”... followed by thoughts of, “will they know I'm his dad?” Jason could see the thoughts running through my head as I stood there in confusion and shock. “Don't worry, he's cool... He is actually the guy who introduced me to partying, and the guy who gave me the bug... if you thought my cock was big, wait till you see his footlong beast...even thicker than me, I'm was one of the only people who cold take him; but I got you more than ready... “ I was pushing my hesitation aside when he followed up, “Trust me Dad, I know you are going to love him, now lets get in the shower!” he says as he takes me by the hand and walks me forward into the hot steaming water. Our mutual drug hazes clearly still present as we get lost in soaping each others bodies up under the hot cascading water. Each of us playfully exploring the other while still exchanging kisses and letting out low moans. He pushes on my shoulders and I drop to my knees and resume my attempts at getting his monster dick more than halfway in my mouth as he begins to let lose another small stream of piss. As it lets up, I hear the bathroom door open behind us. “Perfect Timing” Jason says at he releases my head from his hands, allowing me to turn to see the new arrival. Standing at the door was a 6'6” stud with deep blue eyes,long blond hair, a thinner frame than Jason but equally developed muscles, an assortment of tattoos including a large biohazard around his belly button, and in his hand he was stroking what was easily the biggest dick I had ever seen. Easily a foot long and as thick as an arm. His gentle face though was the same as that “viking god” that had destroyed the holes of me and the ex, a little over 22 years ago... “Hi dad” said my other son Matt.

Chapter 3: Broken Chase kissed me more fiercely than any woman. When I parted my lips, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and began to swirl his tongue around mine. He held my head in his big, strong hands, and in that moment I lost myself. And just when it felt like I was going to disappear into this mouth, he grabbed the sides of my face as if to anchor me back to myself. He was directing the moment, and I loved it; I had never experienced power like Chase, he was a power that demanded my submission. And I found myself eagerly wanting to submit. Without pulling away from my lips, Chase moved his hand under my chin so as to to nudge me up from my seat. I stood up, and he wrapped me in his arms pulling me into his warm body. I couldn't get close enough to him. He moved from my lips, and began to probe my ear with his tongue. "Fuck, Lucas. You taste better than I imagined." I tried to form words, but all I could do was push out a moan. Chase's tongue slid down the side of my face and stopped at the crook of my neck. I shuttered, my whole body was vibrating. My breathing was erratic and loud, and all I could think to do was pull Chase closer against my body. As our groins pushed against each other, I could feel the hardness of his cock against my own. The softness of a woman's pussy suddenly seemed so dull. I could not believe I had gone 31 years without feeling another hard cock pushed against my own. I reached beneath the waste band of Chase's Clavin Klein briefs and found my destination. His cock was a reflection of him: 9 inches of uncut cock with a beautiful curve to it. It felt burning hot and weighty in my hand. Suddenly something animalistic took over; all I needed in that moment was smell and taste his cock; to bury my face in his crotch. I pushed him away, looked him directly in the eye, and grinned. Chase smiled back, and then laughed at how quickly I dropped to my knees. "Fuck Lucas, you broke more quickly than any of my other guys." The alcohol combined with the pure lust, prevented me from processing Chase's words. As I kneeled before him, I looked him directly in the eye, opened my mouth and took him into me. The taste was heavenly: first I picked up on the salt from his sweat, and as his pre-cum leaked out of the crevice of his foreskin, the salt combined with the sweet and created what must be ambrosia--the food of the gods. The musk from his sweaty ass was permeating my nostrils giving me a metallic taste at the back of my throat. I craved all of it, but I didn't understand why, nor did I understand how. Chase could sense that I needed more, but didn't yet have the skill. "Lucas." I wasn't listening. I was just focusing on getting more of his meat inside of me. I was laser focused on my need for him to consume me. "Lucas!" He pushed me off of his cock, kneeled down, and grabbed my head. "Look at me. Let me help you get what you need." I came to, and nodded. "Ok. What do I need to do?" "I think it will be easier if I teach you by showing you. Stand up." I stood up while Chase remained on his knees. Chase was now eye-level with my cock. He looked up at me and said, "Now the trick to being a pro cock sucker is to relax your throat. If that's hard to understand, think about pushing out or expanding your throat." He smiled and said, "And if you are still not understanding, let me show you. Feel my throat contracting and expanding." In one motion, Chase took my 8 inches all the way down his throat. I felt it push past his mouth, and down his esophagus. Once my hard cock was lodged in his throat, I felt him expand and contract his throat. No woman had ever done that before. The sensation was incredible, and the moment was surreal. My cock was shoved down the throat of a man--an Adonis--who I had just met hours ago at my place of employment. I grabbed his black hair, and pulled his head further into my crotch. I wanted him to swallow all of me. Like our kiss, I wanted my entire being to be his. Even though he was sucking my cock, I was still the sub in that I needed him to swallow my entire being. Devour me starting with my cock. Chase pushed back on my abs, and I popped out of his throat. I was back to myself, and I felt empty. What was happening to me? Who or what was I becoming? Chase saw me begin to think. He stood up and grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me so that I was an inch from his face. "You don't think, Lucas. You just listen. Let this happen. You're discovering that you like to give up power, so let me turn you into the pig you want to be. Yes?" I nodded. "Good. Now get back on your knees and take what you crave back into your mouth. Show me what you just learned." I dropped on my knees, and all my thoughts went away. This is where I belong. I opened my mouth and Chase slowly pushed himself into me. As his cock slid past my mouth, I did what he instructed and pushed out my esophagus, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I could feel myself disappearing. I wanted to give myself completely over to Chase. As he began to pull back out of my mouth, I grabbed his perfectly round, hard ass, and drew him back into my throat. I wanted to suffocate on his cock. Chase grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me off his cock. "You have to breath through your nose. When I pull back, take a breathe, before I slam back into you. Together, we'll create a rhythm." I took a deep breathe, reached behind him, and pulled him back into me. He pulled out, I took a breathe, and he slammed down my throat again. His 9 inch cock was so big that I could feel him stretch my throat. I fucking loved it. He did it again, and I took in a breathe, and again he slammed deeper down my throat. I felt something tear, and I shuddered with ecstasy. We had found the rhythm, and after 5 minutes of slurping, gasping, and sucking him down, I could feel him so deep that I could swear he was past my Adam's Apple, and the base of my neck. My eyes were so far in the back of my head, that I forgot they existed. In that moment, the world was just my mouth and Chase's cock. He pulled out, and I was back. He pulled me back up on my feet, and looked me in the eye. I was lost again. "Lucas, I'm going to mark you as mine now, okay?" I just nodded in a daze of alcohol and lust. Chase pushed me down to my knees again, and I instinctively opened my mouth. He fucked my face for another five minutes. I could tell he was getting close because his breathing was getting heavier, and thrusts were harder and more violent. He was giving me less time to breath. I began to flex and relax my throat to milk the cum from his cock. In the second before he blew, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, aimed it directly between my eyes, and covered my face in his creamy seed. Rope after rope of cum continued to pump from his slit. The smell of his sweet and salty cum was too much for me to handle and my cock exploded without me touching it. Chase knelt down. "Open your eyes." I opened my eyes and looked directly into his. His cum ran into my green eyes. It stung, but I loved it because I was absorbing him. He was becoming part of me. "Open your mouth." Chase reached out and used his hand to scoop all of his cum across, over, and down my face and into my mouth. After he cleaned my face, he stuck all four of his fingers into my mouth and spread them forcing my jaw wide. "Lick them clean." I moved my tongue around each finger in order to get every last drop of his nectar down my throat. Nearly his entire fist was in my mouth. "Look at you right now. " I stepped back from the moment, and took note of how pathetic I must look, and my discovery right then was that I had never been happier. "You're officially my pig."

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.

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.

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 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.

Chapter 7 Sir left the room briefly and for the first time Master spoke, in broken english, his tone just as deep and almost evil sounding as the grunts heard of him so far. He sneered as he spoke, gyrating his hips in quick jabs forward and back as he held his cock in one hand, lifted his other arm up and behind his head flexing his huge biceps and tonguing his pit. "No mercy fuck boy". I started to really feel like I was in trouble. My hole so wanted his cock, but my body went into fear mode. I tried now to get loose from my restraints. Began thrashing in the sling. Master continued to repeat himself. He was fear and hotness in one. "No go fuck boy", Master then said as he approached and stood between my legs. He reached out and rubbed his hand in the pool of precum I had created then wrapped his hand around my dick and very slowly stroked it. He placed the head of his cock at my hole and gyrated his hips making his dick slip rub from my hole to just under my balls. He then spit on his dick to make it slicker. I could feel my hole start to open. A mind of its own, it wanted dick. Master then stood still with his massive cock head at the entrance of my hole and pressed forward. He then lifted himself up and down, rocking in his boots. He stared at me and again spoke those words of "no mercy fuck boy". "STOP CECILE", shouted Sir as he came thru the door. "AJ just called. We need to get ready. Set up the bed and I'll get the media up and favs", Sir said. I watched as the two of them quickly moved about the large bedroom. The room became bright as day. The room walls and ceiling were painted all black. The floor covered in a black rubber like material. I could see multiple cameras all over the room. The king sized four poster bed made of railroad ties, a super thick black rubber sheet mattress took on life as Master pulled a large drawer from underneath, removed another leather sling already having chains, restraints and stirrups and attached it to the top corners of the bed. Master then lifted the mattress from the bed and set it to one side. Lighting changed to a blue color. The tv screen flashed a bit and then changed to display 8 cameras in the room surrounding some kindof chat room that I could see had several windows popping up. Sir was typing like crazy. There was a camera above me that captured a couple feet above my head, showed my entire restrained and splayed body, and a few feet beyond the end of the sling. Another camera captured a side view of me in the sling at the same level while another camera captured an angled upward view of the end of the sling that clearly showed my legs wide and my totally exposed hole and balls. A fourth camera also mounted on the ceiling was a closer view of my head, arms and chest to likely show facial expressions. The other four cameras were mounted much the same way around the bed area. "Guys, cover the fuck boy's eyes. I got a surprise! I couldn't resist!", said AJ as he approached the room. Master put the blindfold on me quickly. I could hear the 3 of them move about the room. The chains of the other sling could be heard as well. What the fuck was happening? "You remember that you may only speak as you have been told, right?", Sir said as he squeezed my balls. I nodded yes. The blindfold was removed and I was shocked as shit. Trussed up just like me was my ex Tim. He was out cold. He looked pretty hot like that. Tim was 5'4", naturally smooth, tight body, bubble butt, medium length red head. AJ said, "So this is Tim. Hot little fucker that I have tried to own for almost 2 years. He is very anti drug. But today, I spiked his OJ with a good amount of G to knock him out. So lets get the trays, rigs, and other favs set up. Going to give his hole a booty shot, trimix for his little dick, then we'll double slam his sorry ass and that should bring him awake and horned as fuck". Master got the trays, rigs, tubing, booty shot ready. AJ adjusted Tims sling so his ass was way up higher for the booty shot, then turned to me and did the same. Sir went back to the chat/cameras. Master took one of the booty shots and injected .35 of tina into tims hole. Tim started to move about some likely from the burning he felt as the liquid creeped deeper into his body. Master grabbed another booty shot and did the same to me as AJ said mine was only .2 but no worries. AJ and master then worked together placing the tubing on each of Tims arms. They both inserted the needle and got the register. They left the needles like that and came to me. My hole was already aching. "No mercy fuck boy", master spoke again as he placed a tube around my arm, inserted the needle and got a flash, then left it there. "They want to know what amount is going to the fuck toys", Sir asked. AJ said, "the double is .35 in each and the single is .5. Gotta really fuck up the double guy. Really fuck him up. Cecile has no mercy". The chat screens exploded. Tim was involuntarily gyrating his hips in the sling. He began to open his eyes slowly and looked around the room. Master and Aj moved to his arms above his head as Tim looked up and saw the needles in his arms. "no! NO! NO!" Tim yelled as AJ and Master emptied the rigs, removed the hose, and lowered his ass in the sling. Tim's body thrashed like crazy as he coughed over and over. "I'm gonna die! Holy shit! Fuck! Whats happening to me?", Tim screamed as the sweat poured from him and his dick spurted ropes of cum from his dick. His eyes rolled back into his head and his body collapsed. He was motionless. I began to freak out. The tube on my arm was removed and my ass was lowered in the sling as well. I coughed, and coughed. I had trouble catching my breath and began to feel like I was going to pass out. My eyes rolled back into my head, I was sweating, and my hole was twitching like mad. It felt very wet. I could hear a deep gasping breath sound coming from Tim. i slowly lifted my head to see Tim's head pulled up and forward by his hair from Master as Master roughly fingered Tims hole with 4 fingers. In and out he went. Master kept rolling his fingers in a pile of tina on a tray and then shoving one finger, pull out then 2, pull out then 3, then pull out and 4. Then he would jack hammer in short hard deep strokes into Tims hole while forcing tim to watch as he held onto his head. "No mercy fuck boy", Master said repeatedly. He then pulled out his fingers, rubbed more tina onto them and stuck them into Tims mouth. He let go of tims head and then rubbed more tina onto those spit soaked fingers, stroked his dick and shoved his entire thick and wickedly curved cock into tim right to the root. Pulled out completely and did this over and over. Tim tried to scream. Master held his fingers into tims gaping mouth. AJ then grabbed my head by the hair and began doing exactly as Master did to Tim. I actually was thankful that AJ's cock was a bit smaller once he slammed his cock into me. AJ didn't release my head though. He kept pulling me harder and harder into him with each slam of his dick. He then locked his hands behind my neck and jack hammered me in unison to Master pounding Tim. Tears were rolling from Tims cheeks yet he was moaning and groaning. His eyes closed and mouth open finger fucked by Master. The slapping of balls against ass. Slaps felt on my ass, chest, face echoing. My groans and shouting harder, Masters deep grunts, AJs shouts of "take that dick" and 'fuck boy whore", Tims groans, the chains of the slings, Sir shouting out "fuck him...deeper....harder...pound that hole" as he stroked his cock and managed the crazy activity of the chats was soooo hot. AJ then reached up and unfastened my wrists and told me to work my nips. They were super sensitive as I licked my fingers and lightly touched and rolled them between my fingers. My dick throbbed with each touch as my hole squeezed down on AJ's assault. He was standing with his arms behind his back and bouncing me off his pelvis as my hole stroked his dick. He kept adjusting his angle until lightning struck deep inside me. I went to grab my dick and instantly my hand was grabbed onto, held, and restrained again. "I didnt say to touch your dick. I said work your nips", AJ said. He again hit my button and then targetted it as he grabbed the chains of the sling and short jack hammered my hole and button. My hole clamped down on his dick as he shouted, "fuckin tight wet hole fuck boy. Work your hole. Yeah. Milk my dick!". I began to pant, my head rolling back and forth. I felt flush and my dick drooled precum that ran down my side. AJ then slammed his dick into me and stopped. He grabbed my free hand and restrained it. He then pulled completely out of my ass and at the same time, so did Master from Tim. AJ walked over to Tim, slapped his face several times, then slam fucked Tim as hard, deep, and as fast as he could. Master slapped my ass and hole a few times and followed AJ's lead. My body tried to arch up and away from Master as he pounded and pummelled my hole. I was stretched wide and jerked each time he buried his cock inside me. The wicked curve of his dick quickly made me groan and repeat the words "fuck me harder". His cock punched and worked my button like never before. He kept grunting like an animal in heat. Harder he fucked. My hole began to make sloshing and almost fart like sounds as my hole surrendered to him. My eyes rolled back and my neck arched upwards. I felt like I was on some cloud and became light headed. My dick bounced on my stomach and my balls were tight up against my body. "Oh shit! Damn! No way! God! Fuck yeah! Holy...oh..yeah! Fuck me! Pound my ass! Jesus christ! Oh God! I can't...i am...oh! Fuck me! Yeah! Harder! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! Damn!", Tim screamed as AJ slowed and punched his hole one long stroke of his dick after another. "You cum when I say you cum!", AJ growled at Tim his body all tensed, sweat pouring off his body. Dick almost standing straight up. AJ grabbed Tims dick at the base with one hand and squeezed. He took his other hand and first slapped Tims balls making him yelp then grabbing them and squeezing them. Tim screamed. Begged to cum. AJ laughed saying to Tim, "first, tell me you love to get slammed and raped. Tell me you want me to use your holes. Tell me to slam you again." Tim didn't respond. AJ released Tims dick and balls and went back to long dick punching his hole. In seconds Tim was on the verge again. AJ again grabbed his dick and balls, slapping Tims balls. Harder this time. "What do you want to tell me Fuck slut?", AJ asked as he squeezed tims balls harder. "Please, please slam me again. Rape me. Use my hole. Slam fuck me. Make me cum", Tim shouted. "As you wish fuck slut!" AJ removed his hands from Tims dick and balls and pulled out his dick. Tim looked confused. AJ then rubbed tina onto his fingers and began punching Tims hole and prostate. Tim was again on the verge. AJ stopped and as he pulled his fingers from Tims hole, he turned and walked towards Sir and said, "you got this". Sir stood up, an evil grin like no other. He grabbed tubing and another rig. He tied the tubing around Tims arm as Tim looked on scared. In went the needle, registered, and off came the tubing in under a minute. "For the audience, that was .5. Hes gonna need it and love it!", Sir said. He grabbed a stool and sat down between Tims legs a Tim fought for his breath and was now just plain spun the fuck out. Drool came from a Tims mouth. His eyes super dialated and wide as shit. Sir ate his hole for a few minutes then sat back so the audience could see clearly. Sir lubed up his hand and pushed all four fingers, his thumb and was into his wrist in about 2 minutes. He gave Tim some poppers and then pulled out. Then back in. In and out. I couldnt believe this. Master had buried his cock in my hole and stood motionless as I watched. He flexed his dick every few mins to remind me he wasnt done. Sir then twisted his hand while inside Tim. Tim rolled his head from side to side, his drool running down his cheeks and neck. He tried speaking but made no sense. 'Watch this guys", Sir said, and then laughed a bit and said, "my bad, you can't see inside this hot, wet, fuck hole. But you can see what happens when I goto town on his fuck spot". At that moment, Tim moaned very loudly, he gyrated his hips trying to get more of what Sir was doing inside him. Tim started babbling louder and louder. His dick started spurting little globs of precum and cum onto his chest and neck. You could see Sir's muscles in his arms as he began to alternate short quick jabs without pulling his hand out, then a twisting motion as he really worked tims fuck button. "You want to cum now fuck slut?" Sir asked Tim who nodded yes furiously. " Guys should I make him cum? Should I make it a long super shooter or a quickie?" Sir asked the audience. AJ said, " these guys are sick! Looks like a super shoot with a couple guys saying to punch his hole for a few minutes after he stops shooting!" Sir laughed and said, "maybe with the next fuck hole. Wait and see! But for now....!" That was it. Tim's body tensed, tried to move, contort, heave, thrust, writhe, moan, grown, almost cry out as Sir was relentless and Tim began shooting first little drops to then rope like cum spews all over his chest, neck, face, floor. I had never seen anything like it. As the intensity slowed, Sir said, "oh no fuck slut, this aint over". Sir went into overdrive with his movements. Tim's eyes bulged, and he began another series of draining his juice. Just as Tim began to collapse, Sir said, "now watch this". He took his free hand and spit into it then grabbed Tims dick and furiously stroked it as he again went wild with his fisting movements. Tim lookied crazed eyed. He kept saying "stop...no...I cant take it!". Sir didnt stop. He kept on. Then Sir said, "just like a lollipop" and leaned forward and slowly licked from Tims hole, up over Tims balls and to the base of Tims dick. And deep gutteral sounds came from Tim as he once again blew what he had left. As he calmed, Sir slowly removed his hand and lightly licked Tims slowly closing hole.

Chapter 3: You're still mine Saying I was surprised to look up to see my boy towering above me and I was kneeling between his older brothers legs is an understatement... I coughed and spit out the last of his piss from my mouth. As the chempiss and spit trickled down my belly, I tried to stand but the chempiss was kicking in fast and I fell back against Jason, who managed to catch and steady me with his massive muscular arms. “Easy there dad”, Matt said as he stepped forward and slightly leaned down to plant a deep passionate kiss on his older brother Jason. I sat down and leaned against the wall of the shower and looked up to fully take in the sight before me. My oldest, Jason, seemed fairly short at 6'1” compared to his younger brother's towering 6'6” frame; but what Jason lacked in height, he more than made up for in muscle mass. Matt clearly spent a lot of the time at the gym, and had a 6 pack and v-cut to prove it, but Jason could dominate body building competitions... And while Jason had a light “Dusting” of dark black fur from head to toe, with his natural blond hair and trimmed bush, Matt's body looked relatively hairless. Which made him quite the canvas for the assortment of tattoos covering him from collar to toe, including full sleeves on each arm. The last difference that really surprised me was the difference in their dicks. Jason was sporting 8.5 inches, about 7 inches around, and uncut with what I would learn was a 2 gauge PA (Glad he inherited Barb's Dad's dick... which I knew was as long but a little thinner, thanks to a time when we got drunk and blew each other) But Matt on the other hand... HOLY SHIT. Matt's cock was HUGE... “Damn boy, how big is that thing” I asked as it swung before me Matt looked down at me, then at his hardening cock and beaming with pride, replied “13 inches long, and just under 9 around” As he spoke, he took it in his hand and waved it back and forth in front of my face. His long foreskin completely covering the head and hanging lose off the end. My boys then joined me on the floor of the shower, the hot water still raining down as the positioned themselves on both sides of me, As Jason began tweaking my nipples, Matt put a hand behind my head and pulled me in for his first deep kiss. As he dug his way into my mouth, I found out he had his tongue pierced as his barbell lightly clinked against my teeth. As I was once again getting lost in the sensations, he broke off our kiss and looked to his brother, “So, did you ask him?” “Oh, shit, no, not yet” Matt replied. “Ask me what?” I said, trying to assert some of my old “fatherly tone” (but completely failing) as I looked back and forth at my two sexy sons. “Well, a couple things... when I saw your post and your profile online and saw it was you and” Jason began to stutter as Matt coughed loud and punched him in the shoulder before blurting out “about me dumbass, we are here like this so he is obviously down to get charged up like us” he snapped at his brother. Jason punched his brother back before snapping back, “we just started, and I have been warming him up to ask him that and the other things and” Just then Matt reached his hand down, grabbed his brothers balls and gave them a quick tug and twist, but before he could continue arguing with his brother, Jason reached down, grabbed Matts nuts and began twisting and pulling them just as aggressively. I looked down and saw both of my boys hands on the others balls, each pulling and stretching hard enough that they both turning red but each of them refusing to back down to the other. The familiar feeling of my boys doing their brotherly fighting with me in the middle brought back enough instinct that I grabbed each of them by the ears and pulled them back apart until they eased their grips on each other and looked at me. “BOYS, I like the kinky tone your squabbling has taken on over the years you have been away, but nither of you is torturing my nutts, and Matt, Clearly you have something you want to ask that can't wait, So we are going to go around and each ask our most pressing question... Total honesty” I said as released their grips. Both of them looking up at me with puppy dog eyes as they tilted their heads, just like all the times I had to punish them when they were little. I reached over and brushed Jason's hands off of Matt's balls before replacing his grip with mine. I looked him in the eyes, licked my lips, and said, “Matt, you go first” Matt raised his face to look directly at mine; at the same time, he released his grip on his brother, before wrapping his large muscular hand around my dick and balls and giving them a HARD tug. Then he asked, “I have always wanted to know, I don't look anything like you or Jason, and I know Mom is my Mom, but we know she and mike are swingers, so I have always wondered...” he sheepishly trailed off, afraid to ask the question that always bothered him. “Spit it out” I scolded as I gave his huge nuts a stern tug and twist “Are you really my dad?” he blurted before looking down, just like when he was little and afraid of something on TV. “Matty” I said as I released his balls and pulled his chin up till we were both looking each other eye to eye. “You are now, and have always been my son, and while you are probably not as sweet, you are still my baby boy... but yes...no... I mean, biologically, I am pretty sure the guy who knocked up your mom that night was the Scandinavian sailor, pretty sure he tried knocking me up too with all the loads he left in me...but it was a swingers party, we didn't know anyone there. And we were never able to track him down... but that didn't change the fact that I raised you as my own, and when your Mom took you and Jason away, it hurt just as much; but I thought it was what would be best for you two” I said as I gave him a soft loving kiss to re-assure him, and gave him a look that let him know that that no matter what, as far as I was concerned, he was mine. At this point, Jason calmly placed his hand on his brother's forehead and gently pushed him back, “OK, My Turn” he said eagerly, however as Matt still had my nuts in much less aggressive, but still firm grip, he instead reached under my leg, and rolled me sidways to face his brother as he pulled the huge plug from my hole with a loud wet plop before sliding his fat 8” effortlessly into my gaping hole, balls deep. As he slowly moved it back and forth, he reached around and pulled his brother closer, sandwiching me between their ripped muscular bodies. “Well” Jason said, “I guess the first thing I want to know right now...our lease is up at the end of the month, and we were in the area because we were looking for a new place to live where we could be... “us” without having to worry...sooo, could we move back home here with you?” he said as he slowly long dicked my hole (trying to butter the old man up I see) I pushed back my hole and without hesitation replied, “fuck yeah boys; we will have to get another fake bed to put somewhere in case we ever have to keep up appearances, But I have a big bid, and I want to go to bed every night in between my two beautiful sons” I said in a haze between the chems in my system and the monster cock massaging my prostate now it was my turn, as I pushed back to meet Jason's thrusts. I let out a struggled, “I have always thought it was kinda hot, but was always too scared to go through with it... do you two really want to knock me up? Breed your old man and make him a toxic slut like you are? I blurted in my t and sex filled haze. “Fuck yeah daddy” Jason said eagerly as he picked up the pace. “Poz and then some...we both recently tested poz for siph but haven't started meds yet, and this morning Matty found a sore by his piss slit that we need to go back to the doc for. At this point I had crossed so many lines, I didn't hesitate to reply, “Fuck yeah Jason, breed my fag pussy, and make me just like you two” I said as I continued to push back to meet my oldest son as he thrust his toxic cock into my now wet and sloppy hole and I leaned forward to lock lips with his bigger little brother. “FUCK. YES. TAKE. IT.SLUT” Jason yelled, each word punctuated with an even harder thrust, his PA clearly tearing up my ass up further with his PA as he began shooting another load into my stretched out hole. As his body convulsed, he pulled me against him with all his strength, and to my confusion, Matt broke away from our triple embrace to stand up as he said, “Gotta grab something, back in a sec...Jay, help dad get on his back on the fuck bench and turn the water off for a sec. He said before striding out of the room like he already lived here (again). Jason reluctantly pulled out and helped me up. We turned off the showers and as I was climbing onto the bench, Matt re-entered and walked over to me. With me on the fuck bench, his massive cock was once again at eye level. He walked over until his horse cock was only a few feet from my face. “If we're doing this, we're doing it right” he said before he used his left hand to peel the foreskin back and reveal his massive cockhead. Jason was right, there were some angry looking sores forming around his piss slit, and a few smaller bumps along the ridge of his head. A small amount of cock cheese was also making his cockhead look more infected. He took his other hand and revealed another shard of T. He ran the shard across the ridges on his dickhead and then across the red sores near his slit before pushing it all the way into his dick hole. He also had a metal sounding rod which he then used to push the shard several inches deeper into his cock before slowly sliding the rod out. I briefly saw some red streaks along the length of it as he walked over and placed the rod on the sink. “Hold his legs up bro, help me knock up our dad, we are gonna be bound by DNA one way or another!” he said as we walked forward and placed the head of his massive cock against my hungry gaping hole. “Breed me son” I said as I looked into his eyes... It was all the motivation he heeded as in one brutal thrust, he shoved his cock over halfway into my hole. Even with all the chems and stretching from Jason, Taking Matt's cock for the first time still hurt like hell. “Don't worry Dad, this will help” Matt said as his body tensed up and he shoved another quarter of his dick into my beyond stretched hole as his big brother helped pull my cheeks apart. The feeling of fullness then began to greatly intensify, along with a new level of burn, “OH FUCK YES” Matt exclaimed, “I have had to piss since I got here” he said as he unloaded his bladder into my already full hole. The thickness of his cock being the only think keeping it from spraying back out as he continued to unload. My vision blurred and I began coughing heavily...”FUCK” I thought...Matt's slampig chempiss was MUCH stronger than Jasons. It was like I read in the stories about people getting slammed. I tried to say something, but all that I could get out was “please.... fuck... me...”between coughs as I pawed at Jason's torso to try to pull him towards my mouth as I wrapped my legs around Matt and tried pull him in closer to me, not realizing he had already pushed in balls deep and had begun slowly fucking me with the baseball bat he called a cock. All I can remember is a primal need to keep nursing the cock in front of , as the man with a horse cock was literally tearing my hole to shreds. The next few hours were a total blur as both of my son's took turns fucking me, as well as each other, with an abundance of wet sloppy fisting mixed in. --------- That's it for now, but if yall want more, I would like to see this story go further too.

So Alex and I have been fucking Can three or four times a week for about three weeks now. The kid is a stud, he takes loads like a champ and he picked up really quick how to use his 8 inch cock like a pro. He came to me Friday night at work and ask if he could bring a friend over on Saturday. He still hadn't told his mom he was gay and I could understand why, his mom was a tornado on a normal day, cant imagine when she was pissed. I said yes so after work on Saturday I came home about 9:30 (I got off early) and Can and his new friend had let themselves in and were in the guest bedroom. Alex and I slept together in my room. I could hear the boys making all kids of noise and knew they where having fun. I started preparing supper and about the time I finished Can came walking in naked as the day he was born and said smells good, he got a glass of water and I ask if he and his friend would like something to eat, I had plenty. Before he could answer his friend popped around the corner also naked. When I turned to look at him I realized he also worked at the restaurant, he was a buss boy. He his name was Max and he was a shy kid about 5'5" and maybe a 100 pounds soaking wet, bright orange shaggy hair and freckles from head to toe. He never looked anyone in the eye and was a very quite boy. He quickly ducked back around the corner and Can took off after him. A few minutes later they came out and ate. The conversation around the table was nonexistent as the boys more or less couldn't keep from touching each other. It was cute. As they were leaving I told Can he looked a little flush and asked how he felt. He said a little run down and he had a headache but said he was okay. I smiled and as I kissed him goodby and said tell your mom before she finds out your getting sick because if its what I think it is she will find out you are poz and gay at the same time. The next day Can's stepdad told me Can was sick and would not be in. I knew the hammer would drop at home and then at work soon once him mom found out I probably pozed her son. Can ended up in the hospital and was very sick for a few days. We had not gone to see him not knowing if his mom knew but Alex had sent him text messages and he said he was better and would be home soon. We kept Max informed as he for some reason did not have a cell phone and the kid started to warm up a little to us and talk some. A week went by and Can called me before work on Monday and said she knows and is on her way to the restaurant. I'm sorry for what ever she says and does. I love you guys and as soon as I can I will be over. I told him it was okay and went to work ready for the storm to blow in. She was waiting in my office when I walked in and told me not to take my coat off I was fired. She then read me the riot act about how I infected her son and ruined his life and on and on. During the 20 minutes or so of lecture I packed up my knives and removed my thumb drive that had all my recipes and event bookings. I never stored anything on the computer and then cleared the computer. As I walked out she screamed for me to tell my boy toy he was fired as well and that she would not have faggots working for her. I laughed and said bitch not counting us you have 5 others, I tuned and walked out. I got home told Alex what had happened. We knew it was coming so had already planed to leave and open our own place. Just across the street. I had received an inheritance a few years back and had put it in the bank to make money till I was ready to open my own place. I called the realtor for the old Greek place and with in 2 weeks we were getting ready to open. I had been making plans for years so everything was ready. The last few items of equipment came in and we started looking for a staff. During all of this Can had moved in with us because his mom wanted to send him to a camp that would "fix him and make him straight again". We all got a good laugh at that. And Max who was raised in the foster system and was living in a transitional house with other and a lot of rules had moved in as well. He and Can sharing a room. The boys fucked every waking minute of the day when they were not helping us get the new place ready. One week the boys had been having some arguments and had a lot of tension between them. The Saturday before the soft opening on Monday Alex and I had sat down to eat and about half way through the meal Max came out and asked if one of us would fuck Can. We both where shocked and before we could answer Can came out and said don't both boys were on the verge of tiers. I asked what was wrong and Can said nothing everything is okay but Max said I can't fuck my boyfriend! I asked why and Can said they don't need to know. Max just lowered his pants and said because of this. I saw his neatly trimmed pubes and the smallest dick I had ever seen. It was maybe and inch long if that. With tears rolling he said his mom had used drugs while pregnant with him and had an overdose the night he was born. He had been told by the Dr's that was the reason he had a small dick and because of the small dick his foster bother and foster father had abused and used him and had pozed him. Can said when he comes its amazing he shoots a gallon and it goes about 6 feet. He smiled and said and his dick gets hard as steel I fucking love it. Max said but you want fucked and I can't do that for you. I didn't know what to say, frankly I was still looking at the tiny dick and envisioning it shooting cum 6 feet. Finally I said we could buy a strap on and Max said I want you two to fuck him while he fucks me. He looked up and looked me in the eyes and said please! I walked up and reached out and took a hold of the smallest dick I had ever seen and I felt it get hard as steel I leaned in and kissed him as I reached over and pulled in Can. I told both boys I loved them and as Alex joined us I said lets go to the bedroom. Alex climbed on the bed and and with his head over the side started sucking my dick while I started eating Max's ass. Can was working between Alex and Max"s dicks sucking each one like he hadn't eaten in days. After about five minutes Can stood over Alex and lowered his ass on to Can dick with Max guiding it in. Can moaned out a very loud fuck me, as Max said fuck that god damn ass like the fucking whore he is. I slipped in behind Max and started eating his ass while he watched his boyfriend get fucked by my boyfriend. It was hot so fucking hot. Max looked back at me and said I need a god damn cock in my ass fuck me Jay fuck me. So I slid up and slowly pushed my dick in his hungry hole. While he whispered in to Can's ear "god damn he's got a big cock" Can turned his head around and started kissing Max after a few seconds he broke the kiss and said Jay fuck the hell out of his ass fuck that ass like your life depended on it. About that time Alex pushed up hard in to Can I he gasped as he and Max started kissing again. We fucked like this for about 20 minutes or so then Can moved around and asked if he could fuck Max I pulled out and Can bent down and sucked my dick clean then tuned spit on Maxes ass and shoved in hard. Max screamed FUCK!! and Can said shut the fuck up bitch Can then looked at me and said fuck my as god damn it I need your fucking dick in me. I saw Alex crawl up under Max and start sucking his small dick and Max started sucking Alex. It didn't take long before I shot my first load of the nigh deep in Can's ass. As I pulled out Alex came out from under Max with cum dripping from his chin. He looked at me and said it was the best cum he had ever eaten then he climbed in behind Can and started eating his ass. I stood over Max and allowed Can to clan my dick again. Then I moved down to Max and shoved my dick in his mouth and told him to suck. I could tell Can came once with me in his ass and now just after a few minutes with Alex in his ass he was shooting his second load in to Max I moved so I was under Max and started licking the cum dripping from his ass and the base of Can's dick as it went in and out. Can was hard as a rock and still fucking his man and my man was getting close, I could tell my his breathing. Alex moaned out that he was cumming and physically shook as he shoot his load in Can's ass. He pulled out and I said let Max clean you off and he did. Can pulled out of Max and I cleaned his dick for him. We were all exhausted and after resting a few I said damn I gotta piss. Max jumped up and asked if I would piss on him? I looked at Can and he shrugged his shoulders and said I do it all the time. He loves to drink piss. All four of us ended up in the shower pissing and on Max and at one point Alex dropped down and took so piss as well. We cleaned up and I took the boys to dinner. What a fucking night.

Another one from my archives that I wrote under an earlier name, Raw Latino Muscle: I got to Steamworks at 5 p.m. and started breeding holes almost immediately. Lost track of how many but I know it was at least seven or eight loads, including more than one in a few guys who have become almost regular fuck buds there. They were all hot fucks, but the last one of the night (ain't it almost always the last one of the night?) set a new standard for me. It never would have happened as recently as a month ago. But since joining these groups, I've become addicted to bug. I'm a man on a mission. It was almost 3 a.m., and I was dead tired but determined to spew my poison strains in one more hole before calling it a night. After several passes through the corridors and the maze area, I finally found my target. He was on hands and knees in a room, his butt in the air, lube on the mattress and no condoms in sight. I zoomed in, shut the door and immediately started fingering his hole. It was dry, indicating I would be his first load of the night. I love shoving my fat dick into a butt full of jizz - it's the best lube - but knowing I would be first also meant I'd stretch and tear his hole so that my poz bug would go right into his bloodstream. Awesome! Before I could get on his ass, though, he moved his hot wet mouth to my huge pig nipples and began sucking and chewing like a mad man. FUCKING AWESOME! Most guys seem to go right for the dick, but my nips are even more sensitive than my cock, and getting them worked gets me rock hard. After a bit I pulled his head up and shoved my tongue into his mouth, and we kissed like there was no tomorrow. The chemistry was intense, and I knew this was going to be a really great fuck. He was a white kid, mid to late 20s, about 5-foot-7, maybe 150 pounds, slim and lightly muscled - not a twink, but a good boy who was gonna get a huge load of daddy's poz juice. I'm 41, Latino, 5-foot-10 and almost 190 pounds of solid muscle, and my thick and heavy meat was already dripping as I thought about how I would take his boy pussy: Start on his back, then turn him over and fuck him like a dog before I pinned him down with my muscles and shot a thick, juicy load of poison cum in his cunt. "Oh fuck me, daddy! Fuck your bitch! I need your fucking dick SOOO bad!" That was all I needed to hear. His legs were up in the air in no time, and my dick was lubed and aiming at his puckered hole … when it happened: The goddamned fucker whipped out a condom. It caught me totally off guard and made me fucking madder than hell. Fucking tease! I couldn't believe this was happening. If it had been earlier in the night, I would have jumped off him in a heartbeat and stormed out with a monster hard-on in search of the first hole I could find. But it was late, and I didn't want to do that this time - so I took a chance. I took the rubber from his hand, threw it on the floor and immediately shoved my lubed dick into his tight hole. It took all of my body weight to pin him down as the surprise and pain gripped his body. He tried to push me off, but I was clearly too strong for him. "Sorry, fucker. I don't do rubbers." I was pissed as hell, and I held him tight as his hole stretched and twitched around my invading pole. "Bareback only." He didn't say anything coherent, but he grunted and tried to push me off with his legs. "C'mon, bitch, you know you want it! You were begging me to fuck your cunt! You fucking need this, boycunt!" But he clearly was having second thoughts about the whole scene, so I decided to change my approach. "Come on, baby, take daddy's dick. You can do it, boy…" I eased up a bit on his body and tried a more seductive approach. "You got a real sweet boy pussy, and daddy wants to make you feel good." A little nasty encouragement was all he needed. He gave in immediately, shifting his hips so that his hole was right in line with my dick inside him, and started babbling like a baby. "OH GOD, daddy, I need your cock inside me so bad! Please fuck me, daddy! Please fuck me! Please fuck me!" He worked my nipples and kept talking like a whore in heat, and that was all I needed. My dick was rock hard, partly from his response and partly because I knew I was truly going to breed him. The guy must be neg - or at least must think he's neg - if he wanted me to use a rubber. I looked over by the edge of the pillow and saw he had a whole stash of 'em there. That only made me fuck him harder, determined to show him what happens to a fucking tease. "I'm gonna breed your pussy, boy. You know that? You're gonna get daddy's hot seed deep in your cunt. That's what you really want, you fucking bitch, isn't it? You want a hot daddy to fuck you and use you and breed you like a whore, don't you?" "OH GOD, DADDY, YES!!! That's what I want! That's what I need! Please fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me! … But please pull out before you cum, daddy, please!" The fucking bastard! He was too fucking stupid to be real! Did he really think I would not breed his hole at this point? As long as I live, I will never understand the "logic" of these neg guys who think they can take raw dick and stay neg. What stupidity. What arrogance. "Sorry, fucker. I don't do rubbers, and I don't pull out. You're getting daddy's dick and his load, just like you want it…. Get ready, boy, because Daddy's gonna breed ya!" He just kept moaning and pushing back to meet my thrusts, and that was all the sign I needed. "HERE IT CUMS, BOY! HERE CUMS DADDY'S HOT SEED! GODDAMN YEAH, FUCKER, I'M SPRAYING MY STUD JUICE DEEP IN YOUR GUTS RIGHT NOW!" Walking around for almost an hour before I met this kid, I had worked up a huge load of hot cum. I coated the whole inside of his pussy with poz seed, so much that I could feel it squirting over and over as my balls pumped over and over again. I shoved my tongue deep inside his mouth and rammed my hips into his small body for all I was worth, determined to plant my poison bug so deep in his guts that he'd taste it in the back of his throat. I kept kissing him deep and telling him what a good boy he was as I thrust inside him for another minute or two, determined to work the poison into his pussy walls good so that none would spill out and it would all go straight into his blood stream. "Oh daddy… Oh daddy…. Oh, daddy…." He just kept muttering, too weak, shocked or both to do anything but lie there and feel my poz juice seep into his system. I don't remember the last time I had such a fucking intense orgasm. Almost as soon as it subsided, I was ready to go. I wondered for a moment if he came too, but then I decided that I didn't really care. It was all about me giving him what he fucking needed. It's what I fucking needed, too. I've shot more than a half dozen loads just recalling the whole scene and putting it down in writing. If any of you pigs want some of my poz juice, I'm at Steamworks in Berkeley every other Saturday night. Hope to breed ya soon.... Raw Latino Muscle

I’ve been getting fucked somewhat regularly these last few weeks with a guy who’s a dom verbal alpha, just my type. He loves when I’ve got a load in me already when he fucks me, says he loves slutty boy who comes to him already used and it turns me on him loving my hole wet and used. Well last night me to come over and spend the night and that he had plans for me and some friends. We had some drinks and smoked a bunch putting me in a state for a fun night. He told me that he wanted to watch his two friends fuck me before he did and told me to give his friends my pussy to use. I was already sucking him when they showed up and after seeing them, was definitely not saying no at all. I was doing my best to take my guy’s cock while his friend pulled my shorts down revealing my ass in a sexy white strappy jock. He let out a moan and I heard say “only slutty boys wear that kind of underwear” before feeling his spit and tongue on my hole. This guy was great at eating ass as my toes were curling while he did it. The third guy was sitting on the couch jerking his dick and waving it in my face so I started to suck him while he filmed on his phone. My guy heldmpoppers under my nose while the guy behind me opened my hole with his fingers. I started pleading to get fucked and the guy behind me slapped his cock on my hole before feeling lubed up cock pressing into me. His dick was average size but had a little curve up which made it hit my prostate when he was balls deep inside of me. The two friends bounced me between their cocks alternating between fast and slow. Like a little whore I was doing my best to please them while my main guy kept telling me to take their cocks and calling me names. He kept telling me how I was going to let all of them cum in me and that I’m nothing but a faggot for them to use. I was so turned on and high that my head was spinning. They flipped me over on my back, stripped off whatever clothes they still had on and switched spots but this time pulled my legs up and spread them so my hole was ready for one and the other fucked my mouth against the carpet. My guy kept filming and jerking his cock and talking dirty. He kept holding poppers up for each of us. Yet his friends each came in me, he took his turn while they watched and I cleaned their cocks. He was rough and fast, telling mE how hot it was watching me take these strangers loads and how he was going to to add his. I could feel him shooting inside of me and it was a huge load too. His friends stuck around for an hour after that, fingering my hole, sliding their cocks in and out but not actually fucking and me sucking them some more. When they left, my guy fucked me again before and I swallowed another load from him in the morning. He told me that I’m a good little sub fuck toy before kicking me out.

Part Fourteen I wanted to fucking shoot down this stud's throat so bad. Just blast a load onto his tongue and make him hold it there and show me, like a dog balancing a treat on its nose. I wanted to do that so bad, but I needed my load to go up his virgin ass, which meant his mouth got off easy. I kept adjusting the vibration of the toy in his ass, teaching him that the more pleasure he gave my cock the more pleasure he would get. The key here was to keep him so drugged up that he was learning these lessons subconsciously. Sucking on a cock meant pleasure, he wouldn't be able to connect those dots while sober, but they would be there, in his mind, that was what this weekend was all about. I pulled my cock free of his mouth and was pleased to see his tongue try to follow my member out of his mouth. I looked down at that perfect face. His mouth was open, like a baby bird waiting to be fed, drool fell down his cheek and his pupils were huge as he looked up at my dick. This was going well. I turned off the vibrator and he let out a plaintive moan. “What's wrong? Ass still itchy?” He nodded with a putting look on his face. He was really fucked up. I shoved two fingers up into him, making sure to barely touch his swollen prostate, “This better?” He tried to force himself down on my finger, I was literally half an inch from giving him real relief. “Nooooo.....” he whined as I kept my finger away from his joybutton. “Not better?” “Nonononono...” he sounded desperate. What I should do is just fuck him and get it over with. Shove my cock up that tight, football ass, and teach him what it means to serve his better. I should do that, but I wanted to break him completely. I didn't just want to overcome him with lust and drugs, I wanted him complicit in his own downfall. Common sense told me to just fuck him. But my desire to better him told me to undo his bonds. “Ok bud,” I said reaching up, undoing the cuffs that bound his wrists, “Try to scratch it.” He scrambled around and I thought for a moment he might try to hit me. But instead, he shoved a finger up his own ass and started to root around, looking for that spot. It was impossible for him to get any real pleasure that way, he simply couldn't get his own hand far enough up his ass. I just sat there and watched him try for a bit before he let out a half sob of frustration. “Can't get it?” He shook his head. “Want me to help?” He looked up at me with wide eyes and looked so desperate I almost laughed. I grabbed the mask and put it over his face, “Deep breath.” He inhaled voluntarily as I gave him a hit of poppers. I laid him back down, “Ok, I'm gonna scratch it for you ok?” He nodded and closed his eyes as the poppers hit him hard. I lubed my cock up and pressed it up against his virgin hole. I thought about how many girls had worshiped his beast, how many pussies he had destroyed with his monster cock. And then I pressed the head of my cock into his hole and relished the groan that came from him as I popped past his tight, little sphincter. “Ooohhhhhh.....” he moaned as I slowly pushed deeper into him. His head was thrashing back and forth as he struggled with the fact he had a thick cock up his straight, jock ass. I had to get in there before the popper hit wore off, once he felt the sting of my invasion this was going to be a race between his heterosexual protests and his inner slut. I needed to start pounding his prostate before he came to his senses. His hands pressed against my chest as he panted, “Wait...wait....no....” I thought about hitting him with the poppers again but that was going to take too long. Instead, I pulled my cock back and then thrust my hips forward, slamming into him full force. He let out an oooffff....as my cock piledrived him. I pulled back again and kept slamming him hard, not giving him a chance to catch his breath. This was no longer about trying to pleasure him, this was a fight between his ass and my cock, and I planned on winning. His ass was impossibly tight. I mean I thought Sammy had a perfect ass but this was fucking pure muscle. Years of football training, squats, twice a days, everything that went into making a perfect football jock also made him a fucking incredible bottom. His protests went from no to oh then to yeah and finally a lustful fuck as I began to hammer his prostate fully. If you ever have the chance to fuck a straight jock, here's a tip. You can overpower them all you want but the truth of the matter is that guys will do anything if you can make them feel good. Now that I had him subdued I stop jackhammering him and changed my strokes to slow, agonizing movements across his overexcited prostate. In his state he didn't care that there was a cock up his ass, all he knew was that there was something inside of him singing and he only knew pleasure. He started to jack himself off and I slapped his hands away. “No! It's your fault you had an itchy ass, bad John!” He groaned in frustration but he stopped trying to grab his cock. “Am I scratching it, John? Am I scratching that itch?” “Yeah...oh yeah...so good...” “This is the only way to scratch that, next time we just have to do this.” He nodded, not caring what I was saying, but it was there, in his mind now. I pulled his legs apart and was able to dive in even further. He whimpered loudly as I began fucking him as hard as I could. I watched his abs contract as he pushed back into my thrusts, trying to get as much of my cock into him as he could. “You needed this didn't you John? Wanted to feel this?” He didn't say anything, he just laid there and got fucked. “Come on John, tell me. You wanted this...” “N-no....no....” he began to protest. I'd pushed it too hard. I pulled out of him and he gasped at the emptiness. I grabbed the mask and shoved it over his face. His eyes opened as I opened the valve and our gaze met. I shoved my cock into him as the poppers took hold, leaving the mask on him for the time being. He moaned as he threw his head back and I went back to work. I fucked him hard and silent. No talking, no taunting, just a long, hard fuck. I turned the poppers off as I went on, I needed him wasted, not passed out. I bent him in half so I could look down at that alpha jock face as I fucked him. He was grunting with every thrust, his cock rock hard and spurting precum all over his shredded abs. He looked amazing and the fact he was under me, taking my cock like a champ got me too turned on as I felt myself getting close. I pulled out and his moan was loud as fuck. “Turn over,” I ordered as I moved him onto his stomach. He complied slowly, his head so fucking high that simple movements were difficult. I pulled him up to his knees and marveled at the fucking muscled ass staring at me. I held on to his hips and pushed into him slowly, causing him to moan in pleasure with each inch. I began to slam him from behind, each hit eliciting a contented grunt from him. I was pulling him back as I thrust in, trying to get as much as my cock in with each push. He was panting, making small moans as I went, after about a minute of this I felt my thrusts being met by him, instinctively pushing back into me. I stopped moving and watch this massive jock fuck himself on my cock like he was just another fucking faggot bottom. “Harder John, come on...push harder.” He began to whimper, “Yeah....yeah....harder...harder...” to himself as he really slammed his ass back onto my cock. “You like that John?” “Yeah....harder...” he intoned, no longer fighting me. The next time he pushed back I thrust forward and he let out a throaty moan of, “FFFFuuuckckkkkkkkK!!!” Now I went at it, this was a grudge fuck. I didn't care if he was into it or liking it. He was my fucking hole and that was all that counted. He tried to keep up but finally, his strength gave out and he collapsed into the pillow. I felt my cock twitch as I saw John Parker, fucking legendary stud, ass up, taking my cock like the submissive little cunt I knew he could be. I fucked him hard, making him babel with lust as I felt myself get close. I pulled out and flipped him over onto his back again. He was out of breath and just looking up at me with a dazed expression. His cock was throbbing precum as his hole winked in hunger. I put my head to his hole and said, “Come on baby, you know you want it.” He closed his eyes and pushed back, impaling himself on my cock willingly. Once in I began to fuck him hard, my fist grabbing his cock and starting to stroke. “You like that John? You want more?” He nodded frantically, “More...more....yeah...yeah...” I let go of his cock and really attacked his hole. He held on to the bed with both hands as I fucked him as hard as I had anyone before. We were both covered in sweat and there was no stopping now. “Fucking you hard John...feel my cock...yeah...you want it...tell me...” “Faster...” he admitted as his eyes rolled back. I felt his ass begin to squeeze my cock and I watched as ten inches of prime, Texas cock exploded without anyone touching it. His cum sprayed upwards and over his head, hitting the wall behind him. His hips bucked as he covered his massive pecs with gallons of cum. I pulled my cock out and moved up to his face. “Open your mouth,” I ordered loudly. He opened it and moaned as I began to shoot load after load onto his waiting tongue. Once I was done I leaned down and kissed him, he returned it willingly as we shared my load between us. He smiled as I pulled back and then slowly passed out. Stage one, complete. I put the cuffs back on him and cleaned myself up before going downstairs. I needed a drink and something to eat, after all... This night was just starting.

I met this beautiful 20-something Adonis at a bar Tuesday night. After telling him how beautiful he was, I asked if he wanted to cum over my place where we could get more intimate. “Yes,” his eyes sparkled with unmitigated lust. He followed me 3 car-lengths behind. No sooner were we in the apartment, than I cornered him against a wall, kissing him deeply, and grinding my hips into his crotch. I licked and bit and caressed his warm lips, felt the fullness of his cock growing against mine, sensed his youthful unsullied beauty blindly crying for defilement. Yes, I promised. It would be accomplished. I guided him to the bedroom, fumbling with his shirt as we went. I sat him down on the bed and continued to undress him, licking his tits and belly, slipped off his shoes and socks and jeans. Quickly, before he could dissent, his briefs came off, too. The sweaty, spermy scent of uninfected manhood wafted to my nostrils. I buried my face in his delectable crotch, mouthing his balls and inhaling his delicious masculine aroma. I licked relentlessly, eliciting louder and louder moans from his throat. I knew I was going to bareback him, even if he didn't, yet. I buried my face in his balls, then beneath them, inching further and further down, teasing my tongue into the lush crevice between his buns. "What are you doing?" he gasped! Young guys often have no idea of the power of rimming. I knew that he was on the verge of such sexual ecstasy that he would be unable to resist as I pumped hot poz jizz deep into his youthful gut. I pulled out all the stops, and thrust my tongue deep into his succulent hole, regarding it as a precious delicacy to be savored until all the flavor had been extracted. He moaned and thrust his ass into the air with abandon. I knew it was time. "I don't use condoms," I announced, as he ground his hips into my face. He went limp for a moment, contemplating the risks and rewards. When he moaned again, I knew I had his assent. I lubed up quickly and mounted him, raising his legs to my shoulders, a diseased ribbon of precum pointing the way to his prized, neg hole. Gently I entered him, thrusting in and out, each time penetrating him deeper, till at last my pubic hair brushed his ass cheeks. As I looked in his eyes, I suspected this was his first bareback fuck, and that my poz load would likely impregnate him. I fucked slowly and passionately, the way men are meant to ride boys, raw and deep, then faster and faster, plunging harder and vigorously, getting closer and closer to exploding my poison jizz deep within this beautiful man’s gut. My cock plugged him relentlessly, prepared to fertilize his virgin cunt with a potent load of poison man-sperm. I started to cum. I plugged his succulent ass so heartily that the bed squawked in protest. The boy’s head slammed against the headboard, but he was oblivious. He had a heated, vigorous stallion inside him, and all he wanted was cock. My raw jizz exploded, impregnating the innermost recesses of his gut, infiltrating his bloodstream, melding into every vital organ. I rammed him again and again, making sure he got every drop of poison I had to offer. His tight, puckered asshole devoured it greedily, not wasting a drop, wanting more and more. So I dry-fucked him twice more—each time his lacerated mancunt more receptive to my virus-laden spunk.

When I was in college, I was still mostly closeted and only hooking up with guys from a few discreet websites like a4a. I had one top guy convince me to get fucked, despite my "total top" attitude and desires. Pictured: me and Phil, the top The first few times we fucked the condom broke and he flooded my ass with cum, always making sure to point out how much better it felt for both of us. That is probably why I didn't give it much thought when he stopped using the condoms after that. He also helped me get into drugs and sex as a perfect pairing, and with his help I slowly worked from poppers to lines of coke and even some tina booby bumps that he called "butt blasts" and told me they were totally safe and organic suppliments meant to make my butt have (and receive) a blast! He even convinced me to bring in other guys on our play sessions, despite my fear that someone I knew might end up at the door. It never dawned on me that anyone who showed up would have also agreed to take part in gay sex with a relative stranger. To put me at ease he often sent me the photos and stats of other guys before inviting them to join us and that kept me from freaking out when I recognized a few from around campus. Usually I automatically told him no way when it was someone I knew, but after seeing the conversations some of the guys had with him online, I often found myself agreeing to meet and play. I knew there was a risk of being outed but the reward seemed far more tempting when he got them to describe their wildest fantasies, especially when they sent photos of themselves with fingers or dildos up their asses and even the occassional shot of their faces covered in cum or with some dude fucking them. This made me feel bolder about my own ability to get away with illicit sex behind my girlfriend's back, so I joined a few more sites my top friend had recommended to me, and one in particular that I had been too freaked out by before that time, a site known as bareback real time sex or bbrts.com. Most of you probably know that site to be a more perverted hook up site than a4a or the others of the time, which is precisely what excited me but also what kept me from joining until then. Once I was on there, I often saw a profile for a self described straight but curious jock guy who, like me, was a sophomore at my school and, according to the site, he lived close enough to me to have his location show up within 300 ft of my dorm room. I checked out the guy's photos every chance I could and got hard enough that I used his profile to jerk off nightly or whenever possible. It turned me on to read about his experiences which were limited to one night of anal play with a married older couple that started with the wife eating his ass while her husband sucked his dick and ended with the wife fucking him with a strap on while he sucked the husband to orgasm. He had no other frame of reference for sex with men but wanted desperately to try anal play again, only this time he hoped to get to fuck a guy's ass. The most surprising part of his profile was his insistance that he use a condom when playing since he had a girlfriend, and I am guessing that was what had kept most guys from contacting him since he was on a site with bareback in the name. I had tried contacting him a dozen times, but he always disappeared right when I messaged him, and I figured he was either all talk or a straight guy and his friends who were using the profile to look for queers in the dorms, so I gave up. Imagine my delight and surprise when my top buddy sent me the profile info and chat transcript for a guy he was trying to hook up with and it was the same straight guy! Their emails revealed that the kid was terrified of being outed due to his gf as he had mentioned but also due to fear he might lose his baseball scholarship. The more they corresponded the more I came to see that it was his status on campus as a jock stud that he was desperate to maintain and why he only talked with guys who didn't have anything to do with the university. In some of the emails they exchanged, my top friend Phil told him about his "nephew" (aka me) who he described as a straight guy who dropped out of college and was curious too. He made the guy horny with details of how I came over regularly, slowly progressing from jerking off and smoking pot to recent sessions where I had sex with a few bottoms, then getting fucked by him and another hot top. He had then sent the guy pictures of me fucking a few guys but my face was cropped out or blurred in all of them. School guy responded with pics of himself from the neck down in his jockstrap or jerking off. Then Phil sent photos of me taking his cock, again with no face, and school guy sent a video of himself jerking off onto his computer screen, specifically my photos. The guy from my school, who told Phil his name was "Dick Butz" lol, was really interested in meeting and fucking me, especially when Phil offered him some drugs to help get us in the mood and promised "Dick" I would even be too out of it to remember his face. Dick thought that was the best plan ever and was practically begging to do it after hearing that. Phil said he would set it up but only if he could be sure "Dick" was for real, so even as reluctant as he was, he finally sent some photos of his face in their most recent chats. I was filled with shock and desire when the photos revealed him to be my good friend and poker buddy Tyler, star of our school baseball team and notorious pussy hound. I'd had a crush on him since the first time we met freshman year and my crush had grown everytime we saw each other, making it almost an obsession. When he hosted poker nights, I always found an excuse to use the bathroom at the same time as someone else which meant I would have to use the one off his bedroom, allowing me to grab his underwear or cup and jerk a load into them. As I looked at photos of his nude form that he'd taken using his cheap ass phone and cheaper webcam, I was drooling and amazed that he still looked awesome in each pic. I went back and zoomed in on every shot featuring his rock hard ass, cut abs, hefty circumsized hard on, massive balls, and then stopped to drool more over his face with his dimples and goofy jock grin. Just as he always did in life, he wore a cheap watch in each photo and a cubs cap that was so worn we used to say it would disintegrate if he ever removed it, and I kicked myself for not seeing the watch before. Phil was still reluctant to get the guy to join us because no matter how much Phil objected and tried to talk "Dick" aka Tyler into going raw, Tyler was dead set against it and finished their last correspondence with a sentence detailing how desperately he wanted to spend a night brutalizing phil's nephew's butthole, even offering to pay for the opportunity, but his only firm rule was if he had to go without protection then he wasn't interested and they might as well stop talking about it altogether. I was not about to let that happen, and immediately told Phil that I knew the guy and begged him to get Tyler to join us. Once he knew about Tyler's sports skills and reputation as a ladies man he told me he would overlook Tyler's obsession with condoms and went to work to set it all up. Since Tyler was still nervous about meeting a guy his age, Phil suggested that all three of us could wear hats and sunglasses to keep our identities secret. Still Tyler was wishy washy about setting up a date to do it until after a poker game one night that we had at a mutual friend's house the day before halloween. When the host came out wearing a cheesy brown Mullett wig with a bandana attached that he planned to wear to a costume party the next night, Tyler seemed to have a sudden need to cash out and go home. Phil texted me on halloween and told me Tyler had emailed him and agreed to meet up the following weekend with an attached photo of himself that he took that night in a similar mullet wig (this one blondish yellow), wife beater and sweats. Apparently he bought his costume that day, and thought he would be unrecognizable enough that he even sent a photo in the get up but left his obscenely large stiff cock pulled out to make the image complete. Originally Phil and I had thought we would have to use the surprise tactic and some of Tyler's photos to coerce/blackmail him into going through with fucking me once he saw me at Phil's house, but now that Ty planned to wear the mullet and a pair of sunglasses, I decided to follow suit, pulling out a wig I wore when I was Superman at a costume party years earlier, and a mardy gras mask that covered from the top of my forehead to the tip of my nose, leaving my nostrils and the mouth fully uncovered. Even the eyes had a see through mesh fabric covering them, so I felt sure I would be completely unrecognizable too. Phil told Tyler to come around 10pm that Friday night and asked me to show up around 9, while he told Ty I wasn't going to be there until 1030 since I wasn't off work til ten, that way Tyler could meet Phil and the two of them could get high and drink before I arrived, which sounded good to Tyler. He also told Tyler that I was really shy and wouldn't talk much because of my self consciousness about a stutter that I suffered from. I couldn't have him recognizing my voice and ruining the plan. The night before we planned to meet Tyler, Phil had me come over and wear the wig and mask and made some vids on his phone of he and I fucking around, taking a lot of photos too, especially of his bare cock inside my tight hole. Thank goodness he had because, just as phil expected from a straight scared newbie, Tyler tried to text and cancel about two hours before he was scheduled to show. Phil acted like it was no biggie but told Tyler that "Mark" (my fake name) would be disappointed and sent Tyler some photos of me sucking Phil's 8.5 inch dick and when Tyler still waivered he sent a couple of Phil fucking me, and finally he sent a video of his big dick sliding out of my bubble butt and spewing jizz all over my naked body. By the time I got to Phil's house, Tyler was back on board and was hoping to have me there even sooner so we could fuck ASAP! Phil and I spent 45 mins hiding two cameras of his plus my camcorder in the bedroom, then we set up his webcam to record in the living room in case we played in there. Just as Ty texted he was on his way we did some lines of coke and I moved my car around the corner from the house so Tyler wouldn't see and possibly recognize the green Buick that wad famous with my friends due to the metalic gold trim that included gold hubcaps bumpers and door handles (you take what you can get when buying a used car). When Tyler arrived, I went into Phil's office and donned my wig and mask and watched the webcam feed on his laptop. Phil invited him in, took his coat and made him a drink while they chatted and watched some bisexual porn on phil's huge tv, all before Tyler even thought to put on the wig or sunglasses I couldn't help jerking as Tyler admitted to Phil that he was watching gay porn occasionally since they'd begun chatting online and I almost shot my wad when Ty stripped to his bball shorts and fondled himself while they shared stories of guys they wanted to screw. He even mentioned a friend he played poker with who lived in the same dorm as him but he was pretty sure would never do stuff with another guy, and despite the possibility that he meant one of our mutual poker friends, I was 99% sure he meant me. Phil told Tyler he might be surprised and said he should try to get the poker friend alone some night and feel him out but Tyler assured him that the guy was totally straight and was seriously involved with my girlfriend, but finished with adding he wished Phil was right because he lusted over the guy's "juicy bubble ass." I knew it was me when he described my rear and my girl since the other guy from our poker games was skinny as fuck and had no ass and no girlfriend. He teased me more by adding "I've lost some hands after seeing him bent over in front of me. lucky for me that gives me a chance to go jerk one out in the bathroom before going on." That admission made my ass quiver and I decided to "arrive" despite there being 8 mins early. I warned Phil by texting him that I was just parking and would be inside shortly, which was a code we decided on in advance, giving Tyler time to put on the wig and shades before I snuck out onto the back deck, went down the steps, came around in front, checked my wig and mask were on straight and rang the bell. As I expected, Phil answered the door in just a pair of tight briefs and talked to me about how work went. I kept my answers to one or two words and he went on and told me he had a friend joining us so I should put on my mask in the entry and take off my work clothes while he got me a drink. I practically ripped my coat, shirt and pants off, leaving me in a white tee shirt and tighty whiteys with my white crew socks to finish my innocent shy boy get up. Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and went around the corner. Phil handed me my drink, then turned around and introduced "Mark" aka me to "Dick" aka Tyler, who stood up and shook my hand enthusiastically while the semi in his shorts got longer and harder. "Dick" motioned for me to sit next to him on the loveseat and made sure his leg and mine were in full contact, then he put his arm around my shoulders when we were seated. As he asked me questions about what I did for work and how I'd come to try sex with my uncle, etc. I replied with mumbled one word responses that were somewhat due to my need to stay unrecognized but we're also caused by my real nerves, which now had me shaking. When Tyler began running his other hand up and down my thigh, my cock was hard as steel and I found my eyes sinking into my lap. Maybe it was because I wanted it so badly or perhaps I was unprepared for how much he turned me on, sitting there plying me with his million watt smile and his well practiced moves. It was easy to see what it was about him that had convinced hundreds of busty young co-eds to let their gaurd down and allow Tyler to plow them. Whatever it was he was asking, I was glad that Phil took most questions and answered for me, thus Tyler seemed none the wiser about my real identity. To help us relax Phil suggested some weed, cialis and coke, & 20 minutes later we were all high, hard and horny. I was barely able to pull my mind off Tyler's hands, which were working up my shirt and down my briefs now. But I realized Phil was waving to me from the kitchen, which was code for me to ask if I could use the bathroom while Phil and Tyler moved to the bedroom. Listening from the hallway I could hear Tyler thanking Phil for this, commenting on how how I was and how nice an ass I had. I almost laughed when Phil asked if it was as nice as his poker buddy's and Tyler responded that it wasn't quite as nice but added that he might have been biased since he'd been coveting his buddy's ass for nearly two years. Phil showed Tyler all the supplies and Ty wasted no time, making sure they had plenty of lube and condoms so he could fuck me as many times as Phil thought I could handle. I quickly peed and double checked that my hole was cleaned out and well lubed before returning to the two tops, my shirt and socks remaining in the bathroom. Tyler was now nude except for the mullet wig with his hard dick in Phil's mouth. he smiled and motioned for me to join him on the edge of the bed, and I licked my lips. As I went to sit next to him, I felt my briefs fly down my hips and Tyler's warm inexperienced mouth begin awkwardly slurping on my 6.5 inch meat. It hadn't occured to me he would want to suck my cock, but boy did he seem eager. Phil stood up and removed his own underwear and pulled me back on the bed while Tyler continued to suck me, now adding his dry fingers to the mix, working their way past my peach fuzz covered cheeks, beginning to force themselves unceremoniously up my hole. When he felt it was moist, he whipped back and investigated, probably afraid he was feeling something gross, but when he realized it was lube, he smiled and returned to his fingering, figuring I must be wanting this as bad as he did. Minutes seemed to stretch longer as I ached for him to fuck me, remembering countless nights hearing him brag during poker tournaments that lasted til dawn. My body vibrated at the promises he'd hinted at, telling us he was known far and wide for his huge loads of cum and his superhuman ability to get hard over and over. A few girls i knew confirmed his bravado and told me how he could cum and minutes later be right back fucking, with load after load and fuck after fuck, all night long. His hands and mouth were not satisfying my need to verify this myself tho. Finally I couldn't take the bad head anymore and pulled him up on top of me, whispering to him that I wanted him to fuck me, probably more words than he heard from me yet that night. "Not so shy now, huh marky?" He said as he rolled me onto my side and reached over to grab a condom from the night stand. Iwas usually a safe sex guy myself but not when I played with Phil, and now I was disappointed that he still seemed to insist on the rubber. Phil, who lay next to me, as if reading my mind, leaned in and whispered in my ear "not to worry." He had doctored the condoms so they would all break as soon as Tyler tried to fuck me. I realized for the first time that it was his doctoring that made us have such bad luck the first few times we had screwed around, and I decided I would be angry at him later. In the moment, I was happy to hear that I was going to be fucked raw by Tyler, my Poker playboy crush, one way or another. I looked back towards Tyler as he rolled the rubber down his dick and applied a generous amount of lube, before squirting some onto his hand and rubbing it into my ass crack. Phil rolled over and knelt on the edge of the bed when Tyler moved in to mount me, and it hit me that he was doing it so he could take Tyler's cock and insert it for him, while he instructed Tyler to lift my leg with one arm and brace himself on the headboard with the other. My thigh wasn't used to such a massive stretch right off the bat but it didn't break me so I just tried to relax as Tyler precariously pushed forward and began entering my ass with Phil driving his joystick. Tyler was not balancing well so it was no surprise to Phil or I that his first few thrusts missed my asshole and required a wiggle or scoot before the next. Finally he managed to push the first inch through my ring and the sharp pain and rough material coating his rod made me yelp which Tyler responded to with some enthusiasm, as if my displeasure was because of his massive cock. In a way, I guess it was, but I didn't like the fact that he was eager to hurt me so I said in my most convincing fake voice "go slow man. I need time to adjust before u rip me up." Tyler's brow broke out in sweat and he tried to pull back slightly, which resulted in his dick popping out altogether. As he pushed back in, the condom broke, and to my shagrin, Tyler immediately pulled his cock out and applied another from the pile. Phil seemed obviously disappointed at the young man's quick response so before Tyler could try again he had us each do a line of something that I assumed to be coke but burned more, and once Tyler let the stuff get to his brain, he asked if he could so some more, and Phil happily agreed, letting him do two more lines while telling me to try hitting the poppers. I took a few long hits and felt my body sinking away from the tension my ass had been feeling, and just as I released the second hit, Tyler rolled me onto my back and threw both my legs over his biceps and began pressing into my hole again. This time he got most of the way in before we felt the rubber break, and even kept pumping for a moment until he was almost completely inside of me, but his cock was not in charge yet. He removed his dick once more and reapplied a condom, but this time he did a much more haphazard job, not taking the time to squeeze the tip or apply more lube. Still the condom lasted while he slowly worked his way back in, inch by inch creeping up my ass, but the moment he was about to thrust for real, I felt something that may have been his cockhead opening the end of the condom and sliding further in than his previous attempts. My ass jumped as I pictured his bare boner engorged to such a thickness that it refused to stay encased in latex and with its jump, it also tightened and pulled him further in. Up until that moment my ass had yet to feel his dick anywhere near the second sphincter, but with the forward motion and the added benefit of his bare skin pushing beyond the torn latex, it popped firmly past my inner grip. With simultaneous moans of pleasure, we seemed to work our bodies around each other, as his hips drove his meat balls deep in me and my ass vacuumed his cock until it was sealed in the heat of my raw tunnel. "F-f-fuck, I think the condom broke, " Tyler said, reaching back to feel around the shaft while he slowly began fucking my hole. Phil insisted he could see the condom was still intact around the shaft, and pressed his cock to Tyler's lips, grabbing hold of his head, tearing the mullet wig off before brutally punching his hard cock down Tyler's receptive throat. Without any other way to keep his balance, Tyler had to return his hand to where it had been, and hooked my leg back over his shoulder, and for the first time since we began, he forgot about replacing the destroyed prophilactic and focused on destroying my ass instead. I worked my hands over Tyler's muscular shoulders and chest before reaching back and fondeling his balls as they swung against my cheeks with a rapidly increasing rhythm. Taking another hit from the poppers, I handed them up to Phil who took one himself before instructing Tyler to do a hit on either side of his nose. Once the second nostril was filled with the scent, Phil pinched Tyler's nose shut and shouted "Hold your breath in til I say so boy!" Tyler gagged a little around Phil's cock while he tried to hold his breath. His humping decreased in power for a minute until Phil released his nose and said "exhale!" Tyler let out a huge breath as Phil pulled his hard on from Tyler's mouth and moved to wear it was fucking my mouth instead, and to my delight, Tyler began really pounding my ass. True it was as much pain as it was pleasure but I didn't say a word or try to push Tyler off. My mind was made up that I was gonna take his cock no matter what. Tyler began saying dirty stuff like "yeah suck his cock" and "fucking take my monster meat you hot mother fucker" and I just moaned and grunted in agreement. Phil produced some kind of pipe that I couldn't really make out through the mask, and took a few hits before instructing Tyler to do the same. Tyler seemed reticent at first but Phil just told him it was a little late to be asking now, and Tyler must have decided he was right because he took the hits when Phil lit the pipe and then shot gunned each of them to me. The taste was acrid and nasty although not nearly as polluted feeling as smoking weed or tobacco. I figured it was something akin to coke and let myself go along for the ride, and by the fifth shotgun, I was exhaling huge clouds of white smoke. My brain was aware on a whole new level suddenly and without any warning Tyler turned the final shot gun into a make out session which I was happy to go along with. While Phil watched he also manuevered us until finally he gave up and told Tyler to pull out and move me to the edge of the bed. I freaked when Tyler did as Phil said, only to pull out, see he was inside me bare and ask for another condom. Phil told him he would get it in just a second, but first "I want you to put that wig and sunglasses back on so I can take a couple pics and a video of u fucking my nephew's ass bareback." You would think Tyler would be against such an idea but he just smiled and said fuck thats hot, grabbed the wig and glasses from Phil and slapped them on, topped them with his trade mark ball cap and told me to hang on. While he was distracted Phil produced his camera from behind a pile of clothes in the corner and acted like he was just turning it on. I could tell he got a really good shot of Tyler before he was masked in his disguise, but Tyler just asked if he looked good, and without much thought I said "you are the hottest fuck I've ever seen." This seemed to be the same as saying action, and suddenly without any pretense, Tyler pulled my ass to the side of the bed and entered me in one quick motion. For the next few minutes he humped and talked dirty, making sure to turn so he could show off his muscles to where ever Phil was at with the camera. I could barely see straight as he banged and rammed me. Soon Phil told Tyler how the "audience" wanted to see Tyler shoot his baby batter up my butthole and Tyler turned right to me and said "Well let's give the people what they want" and began taking me faster and deeper than before, only now he was screaming for me to jerk off as he did. While my cock throbbed in my hand and his cock throbbed harder up my hole, I began to see stars and told them I was getting close. Tyler told me how hot that was and how much he wanted me and then leaned into kiss me before putting his arms under my shoulders and lifting me off the bed and bouncing me on his cock for a minute while we both screamed. Dropping me as his arms began to shake he pumped me deep and hard a few times then rippped his cock from my ass and began spraying cum from my hole up over my cock and stomach, across my chest and neck and into the black wig and all over my mask. He then shoved it back inside me and told me it was my turn. I didn't need a second invitation, instead I began blasting my cum over the both of us, shooting 4 or 5 times before Tyler doubled over and managed to catch my cock head in his mouth for the remaining shots while keeping most of his dick buried inside me. Once my last cumshot subsided, he popped up and began french kissing me, letting me taste my own cum. Phil was hard as a rock and told Tyler to move, which he did reluctantly, before whipping me onto my belly, pulling me up to my knees and stuffing his own raw cock into my ass. It must have been lubed like mad because, as he handed the camera to Tyler to continue filming, he asked how it could be so hot and wet inside at which point Tyler admitted that the load Phil filmed was his third load of the night. He apologized to me as Phil began going to town on my hole, and admitted he had cum once right after he thought he felt the condom break and once more right as Phil started filming us but he didn't want to break his rhythm and figured the condom might not have been broken after all. I just moaned and gritted my teeth while phil worked his cock into my cum filled ass, and Tyler climbed up and stood over me, feeding his still stiff cock to Phil while Phil raped me. Phil took the camera from Tyler while they switched off taking hits from the pipe that I still couldn't see, and Tyler bent down to make me take a few hits just as Phil announced his first load up my ass. Unlike Tyler, Phil needed a few minutes to regain his strength so he disappeared into the bathroom at which point Tyler got me to bend over back to doggy style and began fucking me again, telling me within the first minute that he was adding another load to my ass. Now I knew Tyler had taken a strap on and from his emails and photos it looked like he used a variety of objects on his own hole, but it surprised the hell out of me when Tyler pulled his cock from my ass after another load and scooted up to my face as I rolled over and asked me to eat his hole. Everything Tyler had said about my ass earlier in the evening was exactly how I felt about his, so I had no trouble doing as he requested, using my tongue and fingers to play with his sweet clean butt while Tyler spun around and sucked on my rehardening cock. My whole body was on another plain of existance known as bliss when he rose off my dick and said "You're clean right?" Too which I moaned yes while tonguing his tight smooth baseball butt. For those of you who have never seen a baseball player squating to catch the ball or pushing off the ground to the jump for a pop fly, you are missing the ass and thighs of the gods doing their most holy work, which is why having him squating over my mouth was as much as I could have hoped to have experienced, until the moment he lifted off, turned around and squated down over my waist, and with one hand holding my cock up into the air, plunged his bare athletic hole over the tip. His eyes slammed shut and he sucked air in through gritted teeth, while pushing his butt til about 4 inches of my 6.5 were inside him. Then he began confiding in me that he had kept a cock with a suction cup on it that he stole from an ex-girlfriend's collection the year before, and had spent hours in the time since riding that dick on the floor of his dorm room or suctioned to the seat of his desk chair while watching porn featuring trannies and guys getting pegged. He even said he had done it in the showers at the university rec center and in the steam room at the athletic center with the hope he might get caught but had chickened out after taking it inside him and shooting his load right away each time. He stopped his tale just long enough to tell me I had better not to cum inside him or he would beat my ass. Ironic since he had shot at least 4 loads in me since we "met" that night. This was too much for me to resist, and without his permission, I reached up and grabbed his hips and thrust myself fully inside him, which caused him to yelp and call me a son of a bitch and pound his fist into the bed while he tried to push off me, but I just told him to jerk his cock and kept rising up and down into him as my load got closer and closer to exploding. He began jerking his cock but immediately told me he was too close not to cum at which point I said "then cum goddammit" and he did. Once his first shot blasted into my mask, my own balls began emptying up his hole, but I made sure to be as still and quiet as possible as I shot, choosing to hold myself as deep in his hole as I could get without my balls being sucked in too. Lucky for me, I was also pretty good at being able to stay hard after I shot my load, and with the cialis and the knowledge I had just bred him secretly, it was no problem. When his balls finally finished spewing he asked me if I could keep from shooting long enough to let him keep riding me for awhile and I said yes and watched as he worked himself back to full staff. To my surprise, I found my own balls were also ready to shoot again, but this time I warned him. "Good, then you'll like this," He said, grinning. He began bouncing on my meat while repeatedly telling me to warn him when I was getting close, and in about 2 minutes I did just that. With a smirk on his face he handed me the camera and told me to record then bounced a few times more on my dick before leaning forward, pushing his hands into the bed beside me and suddenly flipping backwards, landing with his feet next to the bed. He then spread my legs and slid inside me raw balls deep which was too much for me to take. I shot my biggest load of the night, all over both of us, while trying not to pass out. He applauded my immense load and told me I was the only guy he'd ever seen who could shoot as much as he could, before pulling his own cock from my ass and adding an even bigger load to our bodies. I wondered how it was possible til I realized Phil had been standing at the door when he saw the flip and snuck over and shoved half of his cock into Tyler's cum lubed ass just in time to make him shoot. Phil was not allowed to add his own babies to the butt though, and had to settle for taking video of Tyler and I on our knees eating his thick white cream as it oozed from his red pipe. After that Tyler made sure the camera was off (without knowing the other two were rolling) and stripped the wig and sunglasses off again, and went to take a shower. Phil gave me a hit from the weird pipe as he went and turned off the other two cameras, and quietly got me to admit I had shot a load in Tyler's butt. He turned the camera back on for a minute while he asked me if I enjoyed getting bred by straight stud "Dick." Somehow my character had become the same as what Phil had told Tyler it was, and I began stammering and quietly admitting I had enjoyed it a lot. Phil found this very very hot and told me to stay put while he checked on Tyler. I did another line of coke and drank some water before Tyler peeked his head back in and said he had to run because he was supposed to be at a workout at 7am and it was nearly 4. He reached over to the desk and wrote down his email address before telling me we should get together just the two of us sometime, then came over and did a line of coke, planted a kiss on me and disappeared. Phil returned a second later as I was trying to get up and get dressed, but he was having none of it and pushed me back onto the bed and turned the camera on and told me to tell him what had just happened. I thought I was out of gas for the night, but he had me take some more hits from the weird pipe while he loaded the videos from the cameras onto his tv in his bedroom. We watched the video while he fucked me and I decided to stay the rest of the night since he had handcuffed me to the bed and was cumming in me again already. stay tuned for chapter 2

Pete had always loved his uncle Rob. Of course, now that he was a man grown, and their relationship had… changed... he'd taken to calling him Uncle Rub. The older man would use every opportunity to touch him. A firm hand on the shoulder. A soft, playful pat on the cheek, often in response to some smart ass comment. Pressing his crotch against his pert, twenty year old ass when trying to pass each other in the cramped hallway at the packing plant. Pete, of course, didn't mind. It drove him wild. Keeping himself from tearing the man's pants open to get at the giant sized tool the outwardly benign affections were secretly promising. As soon as they were alone, probably in Rob's run down house on the other side of the county, clothes would get strewn everywhere and Pete’s ass would be taken quickly and with whatever lube was handy. After Rob came deep up his nephew’s guts, only then would they take things more slowly. Leftovers would get eaten, reruns would be watched, as they languidly embraced and played with each other. A familiar alert noise sounded from his uncle's phone, and Petes curiosity was titillated. His uncle smiled as he tapped out a response. The phone went back on the bedside table, and his uncle rose and rummaged around in his closet. “Who was that?” Pete asked, lazily jerking his cock. Rob turned back to him, holding several lengths of nylon rope, and a shoebox. “Do you trust me?” “Sure, I do, Uncle Rub.” Pete smiled, “I like it when you tie me up.” “I know you do, boy.” Rob came back to the bed and took out a blindfold, “but tonight, I'm getting some help from friends.” “Who?”. Rob smiled warmly at the young man he'd grown to cherish, “That isn't for you to know.” the blindfold slid over his head, and all was darkness. Pete could feel rope being tied at his ankles, then his legs being raised and secured, his hole spread wide. Then his hands were cuffed together and secured above his head to the head board. The bed in front of him sagged. He heard his uncle spit then felt the cock head re-enter him. The dick sank into him all the way, making him moan. He felt his uncle’s strong body lowering onto him, making him feel complete. “You know I'd never let you be hurt, right son?. “I know that pretty damn well, sir.” “And you know I've always done right by you since your daddy left?” rob gently withdrew. “Yes, sir.” “Good. So right now, who's your daddy?” Rob thrust in slowly but steadily. “Oh god, you are, sir.” “That's right.” thrust. “You're a good boy, Pete.” His uncle proceeded to throw a pretty rough fuck into him. Pete was moaning and the creaking of the bed was particularly loud such that he did not hear the front door open. “Wow.” A husky voice said from the doorway. “Hey!” Rob greeted the newcomer, “Go ahead and get nekkid. I'll be done with the little bitch soon.” Hearing his uncle refer to him as a bitch made Pete’s dick grow even harder. Knowing he was about to be fucked by a complete stranger that he'd never see was also driving him wild. He couldn't help but moan. Rob was also going wild on his hole and was soon delivering the second load of the night. The bed shifted as his uncle disengaged and left the bed, only for a new weight to make it sag. “Fuck, look at that wet pussy.” the strange man said. Pete felt a cock at his hole, and it was thick. He felt a finger get placed over his left nostril and the familiar smell of poppers. He huffed deeply on the bottle his uncle was holding to his nose. Right as the rush hit, the dick entered him. He heard the screen door open again. But his mind was filled with the wide cock that was filling his asshole. “Hey gents!” His uncle greeted, loudly so that Pete could hear. “Come on in, get comfy. Here are the rules. Don't hurt my boy. There aren't any condoms in this house so don't ask. Feel free to fuck his face, but all loads go up his ass. Call whoever you think would like to use Michael Miller's only son as a cumdump. I'll be nearby. I got a cute piece of tail I'm gonna be using in the next room. Have fun.” This information hit Pete like a semi truck. His dad was the most hated man in Armstrong County. And his Uncle just invited whoever wanted to use him. “Oh, and make sure he takes some poppers on occasion, and let him out of the restraints every hour or so. Don't want him hurt, just used.” Over the next six hours Pete’s cute little ass was gangbred. After the first hour his hands were freed so that his throat could be fucked as well. Two hours in, and he had nine more loads up his cunt. But the men showed no signs of stopping. The screen door opened frequently, and Pete could hear his Uncle having sex with a woman in the room down the hall. When his legs were freed and he was allowed to stand Pete could feel a trickle of semen down both his legs. He was bent over the dresser and fucked up against it for a short while, but ultimately placed on all fours on the bed so he could be spit roasted. Eventually the blindfold came off and light momentarily blinded him. “How are you doing, son?” his uncle asked. Men, some strange, some familiar, all naked, filled the room, along with the haze of pot and cigar smoke. “I’m doing great, daddy.” His uncle smiled and nodded, “Yes, you are, son!” A gentle hand pushed Pete onto his back. “Where’s your woman?” Pete asked, already having an inkling of an answer. “She bugged out when she got hers. But I’m still raring to go boy.” With that his Uncle Rub guided his hard cock into his dripping hole. Pete moaned around the familiar stiffness and clamped his pussy muscles down around it. Seed squelched out along the shaft as it drove in and out, and Rob moaned his own pleasure as he blasted his second load of the night. When Rob got off of his nephew, the nice man who owned the Flying J down the road got on top and slid his cock inside. Pete diligently wrapped his arms and legs around the new man, and silenced the man’s cry of passion with his lips. The man fucked him briefly, came, and then left. Rob watched as the rest of the men all fucked his boy, put their clothes on, and wished them a good night. When it was over the boy’s bed was soaked with sweat and spilled seed. Not exactly fit for sleeping on. Pete was too exhausted to stand, and like a good dad, Rob picked the young man up and carried him down the hall.

I left home when I was 18. I knew I was gay, and I knew my family would not accept me. I went to the Culinary Institute of America on scholarship and graduated top in my class and have been working for 8 years now for two really great famous chefs, and I love my life. I'm 6' 185 lbs, and I work out two hours 6 days a week, one hour in the morning before work and one after work. I'm also a cum slut who can give it as good as I can take it. I love dick! Enough about me. I received an invitation from an Aunt asking me to come to a family reunion this year. I was going to blow it off but my brother called and said I really should come in that my Aunts and Uncles were all getting old and it would be good for me to see them. After a lot of guilt tripping I agreed, booked my flight back to Louisville KY and rented the nicest car I could find on Turo. I drove in to my small town in Carter County and had booked a room at a bed and breakfast. I arrived the night before the reunion, and when I got up the next morning I skipped the country breakfast and went for a 2 hour run. I got back and showered and headed to Grayson Lake State Park for the reunion. The reunion was just what I expected, "You have grown up so much" "What do you do now?" "Your a cook?" "Are you married? dating?" "You know Kim who was in your class is still single you should call her" "A good looking man like you should be married, you're not one of those gays are you?" I was just about to say yes and just leave after 20 minutes, and then I looked up and saw them. Not one but two perfect specimens of manhood. They walked up to my brother and a cousin I knew and started talking so I walked over and my cousin introduced me to her son and his friend. I quickly found out her son who played football was sadly 17 and had already got his girlfriend pregnant but then I found out the other boy was 19 years old. He had graduated from high school and started college but had to drop out for some reason. His dream was to go to New York and be on Broadway. His name was Alex, he was 5'11" ish and probably 175 or so. You could just see the outline of a 6 pack through his tight polo. His blue eyes light up when he found out I lived in the big apple. My brother, cousin ,1and her son moved away to get food, and the kid and I continued talking. I told him he would have to get rid of the mullet if he came to New York, and then I heard the magic words. I would do anything to just get to go to New York and try to be on Broadway. I smiled and said, "Be careful what you say. Someone may take you up on that." He looked confused, but then my cousin's son came over and said they needed to go. I told the kid if he really wanted to go to New York to give me a call, and I would try to help him. I handed him my card and figured that was it. I went back home called my brother and told him why I had been away for so long and that I did not plan on coming back unless I had to. We agreed that was probably best, and I haven't spoken to him since. But a month to the day my phone rang, and I answered. I heard this timid voice. He said he was Alex and we had met at the family reunion in KY. I asked how he was, and he said, "Well I made it I'm in New York." I'll admit I was shocked but in the back of my mind I was really looking forward to seeing him again. I asked where in the city he was, and he said the bus station. I asked if he had any money, and he said he had all of his savings about $2300. I told him to take a cab and gave him the address to the restaurant and when he got there to ask for me, Chef Jay. About an hour later, I looked up and there stood the same hot ass blond stud minus the mullet and with a backpack. I fed him and put him in my office till my shift ended then we headed out. I told him I work out for a hour every night, and he was welcome to join me if he wanted or he could just crash at my place. He said a workout sounded great. We got to the gym and he pulled out his workout clothes, tight shorts that came about mid thigh and a wife beater. The work out was great and I really got a good chance to check him out. Great bod with a 6 pack and from the looks of things a very nice package. After we finished we went back to my place and I showed him where he could put his stuff and sleep. Apartments in New York are small but my roommate had moved out a few months back so all was well. I showed him the shower, and told him he could clean up first. Without hesitation he started taking off his clothes and before I left the room I saw his soft 6 or 7 inch cock just hanging there. It was all I could do not to drop down and start sucking him. But I reminded myself he's straight at least for now. After his shower I cleaned up, and then we sat down to discuss his plans. I told him I could get him a job at one of the restaurants I worked at. It would be long hours and hard work, but I would try to make sure he could audition for parts. After a while I went to bed, and so did he. The next morning, he was up and ready to go to the gym with me at 5:00 AM. I noticed he had the same clothes on so I asked if that was all he had, and he said yes. I took him in my room and gave him a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and before I could close the dresser he had dropped his shorts and was naked. I love free ballers and had to smile knowing I was commando too. The workout was great again. I told him I was going to shower at the gym, but he could clean up at the apartment if he wanted and asked if he remembered how to get back. He said he did, and his plan was to look for acting parts the first part of the day and then he would come to the restaurant at 2 like I told him. I made him a prep cook, and he was doing really good. This went on for a few days. On Saturday after work I asked if he remembered our conversation at the reunion. He said he did, and I said you remember how you said you would do anything? He said he did. I told him his two auditions for parts were because of a phone call from me, then I said and we need to work out some payment for the guy and food and rent. His head dropped for a second, and before I could say a word he started pulling off his shirt and when he looked at me he had this big smile. He then started taking off his jeans and asked if my tattoo of the bio-hazard sign was because I was trouble or because I was poz? I guess it was my turn to be shocked not his. I said I was poz, and then asked how he knew what it was. he reached over and started taking off my clothes and said he saw it at the gym and knew exactly how he was going to pay his rent if I was interested. I asked if he was poz and again he smiled and said, "I will be soon." For some reason I asked what his family would say and he said who gives a fuck, I came out before I left and my dad kicked me out, told me he had now place for a fag in his family and to go get sick and die. I asked if he always did what he was told and he said he didn't plan on dying anytime soon but he certainly planed on getting sick. As he said this he dropped to his knees and started sucking my dick. After sucking me for about 20 minutes we made out for a few minutes and then he said are you going to fuck me with that thing or what. I turned him around and bent him over and started to eat out his ass. I reached over and grabbed the lube and eventually started shoving it in with one finger. He looked back at me and said, "That's enough fuck me I need that dick." I told him it would hurt, and I needed to loosen him up to take my 8 inches. He looked in the mirror in front of himself and said, "I a god damn man and a dick sucking fag. Just fuck the hell out of me." I stood up behind him and aimed my cock at his hole. As I placed my head on his hole he started pushing back on me. I shoved in him all the way and stopped. He was screaming into a pillow and when he looked back up at the mirror with tears in his eyes he said, "What the fuck you waiting for? God dammit fuck me! Fuck my god dams ass and turn me in to a poz cum whore. Fuck me please!" And so I did. We fucked three times that night and two times after our work out at 5. I was late for work, but it was worth it. After a few weeks Broadway and acting no longer seemed important. After about three weeks of fucking his ass and yes him fucking me too, he got the fuck flu. I took a weeks vacation and fucked the hell out of him every chance I got. After the flu, I introduced him to the gay boys at work and told him to have fun. Not long after that he and I started a relationship fucking each other and any hot young stud who would let us fuck them or who would fuck us. Maybe I'll go back to the reunion next year with my new boy toy and see what they all say.

Got a room at the Days Inn for easy access Wednesday night. Grinder profile and BBRT ad announcing anon b b bttm ass up face down with blindfold. Took four loads from new guys that haven't fucked me before. First load from a hung and I mean hung 28yr old athletic black guy. Usually the dick you want to be the 3rd or 4th in a night. We're already planning to meet again for another round. The 5th load came from a regular 20yr old mix guy who wrecked my hole. After the pic was taken I took a 6th load from a new guy. No faces seen, only dick pics. Not a bad night. Thursday night used sniffles for the first time. Took a load from a new guy who wrecked my hole with probably one of the biggest dicks I have ever taken. His profile said he was 24, muscled dom breeder and he didn't disappoint. Definitely looking to take another wrecking from him. Got to thinking of the last 50 or so loads I've taken I've not seen a face of any of the guys.

Went to my first BB party in a while last night. Got my ass eaten (best ever), bred a poz pup, watched others do likewise. Got a new friend and a guy who wants to breed me as well. A good night means I wake up without all this pent-up poison in my system, and I feel considerably relieved. I need to do this again!!! LOL

There’s today’s anatomy lesson 😉 — at least I could look it up online and not have to dig through a few boxes looking for my forensic medicine book. 👨🏼‍⚕️

A lot of things make me a whore, but the main thing that makes me a whore is wanting to be used by as many tops as I can. I have three steady tops who use me regularly (my bf and his room mates) but it makes me feel complete when my bf lets his boys come over and use my ass too. I like sucking cock but I almost don't care about it anymore because my ass is where I really need it. So yeah, that's the main reason. Other reasons include: Being a full service urinal Chasing poz loads I want to contract Chlamydia and Gonorrhea My mom knows that I'm a bottom and a whore and I don't care I hooked up with my cousin and still do from time to time

Yesterday. An older straight guy contacted me on squirt. It was soon apparent he had little experience, just a fantasy he wanted, he called it "erotic massage". He wanted me to restrain him and edge him. As a total bottom, not usually my thing, but i asked if "edging" included sucking. He replied "yes, but no anal." Eh, it's a Covid world and i'm not going to turn down a cock. He was a really nice guy, obviously little to no experience. Helped him discover his prostate by massaging it above his pubic symphysis and deep into his taint, just under his shaft, while i sucked him. i have 4 point restraints on my bed (for me lol), and he was writhing in them as i pleasured him. i have a really intense impact/vibrating massager that i used with him, definitely edged him. When he finally came (i'm not dom, so i didn't push the edging thing, just prolonged the pleasure), he was shaking. He had a great cock and balls and i really enjoyed spending time with them and him. Swallowed a sweet load.

Dude, you stealthed him and purposely tried to out him to his wife. Further, you tried to put the blame on him for the stealth when you purposely caused the situation. I doubt he agreed to any of that.

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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.

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.

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Love the story so far, so I'll give it a go. If guys like this next part then i'll keep going. Patrick slid his cock deep inside my ass again and began slowly pumping in and out. I moaned, enjoying his cock pushing his load deeper into my ass. David’s phone buzzed and we both froze, Patrick’s cock buried halfway in my ass and stared at the screen. “Well,” said Patrick resuming his slow fucking, “here’s your last chance to back out.” I grabbed the phone and quickly entered David’s pass code. The message read: 9in white cock ready to breed that hole. addy? After a few deep breaths and some encouragement from Patrick’s cock I responded with my address and added: kitchen door is open, come in and get in line. “You’re not even gonna ask him anything?” Patrick asked. “Like what?” “His status?” I almost laughed as Patrick’s POZ cock slid in and out of my hole, “I know you’re POZ and I’ve got one of your loads worked into my hole already and I’m hoping for another before whoever the fuck this is shows up so I guess that ship has sailed.” My response must have surprised Patrick as much as it did me for a moment because he stopped fucking me but then after a few seconds started to pound me harder. “I told David that there was a cum slut inside of you and that we just needed to find the right way to bring it out. When he wakes up in the morning this hole is going to be dripping with questionable loads, and at least three more of mine.” He slammed the full length of his cock into me a few times before adding, “I guarantee you’ll never as for a break from cock again. In fact, I would bet, that you’re ass will be open for use for just about anyone willing to fuck it from now on.” “Turn me into a cum dump Patrick,” I moaned loudly, hoping a little bit that David would wake up and hear the sounds of my being bred by this POZ stud. “You want another one of my POZ loads up your hole?” Before I could answer David’s phone buzzed again and still impaled on Patrick’s cock checked the message. Almost there: it read. “Shoot your toxic load in my hole, lube me up for more cock,” I grunted as Patrick’s pounding became rougher. “I’m gonna knock you up, and then no matter who breeds your hole tonight, you hole will always belong to be because I was the first.” “Knock me up, please,” I almost screamed. “Take it bitch,” Patrick grabbed my hips and pulled my as to his crotch making me take his full and considerable length as his cock began to spasm. Slowly while his load was being shot in my ass he pulled out, covering the inside of my hole with his thick toxic load. “My turn then?” Patrick and I both looked up surprised to find a stranger standing in the entrance from the kitchen with a smile on his face and an obvious bulge in his shorts. The stranger was tall, with blondish red short scruffy hair and beard, probably in his mid thirties. He wore a wife-beater that displayed his broad chest beautifully, and gym shorts that were beginning to tent more and more from his hardening cock. “Hell yeah,” said Patrick, recovering first, he seemed far more at ease with the idea of complete strangers fucking then I really was at the point. “Perfect.” Patrick pulled out of my ass and moved round so that he was kneeling on the couch with his dick in my face and the other guy stripped off his few clothes. When his shorts came off his thick nine-inch cock and low hanging balls were the first things I noticed second was the red and black biohazard tattoo right about the base of his cock. “Nice tattoo,” Patrick said. “It’s cool right? The add didn’t say anything about status,” the guy started to say. “Don’t worry he’s got two of my POZ loads up his hole and two of his bf’s questionable loads too.” Questionable? I looked at Patrick confused but just when I opened my mouth to ask him what he meant he stuck his still hard cock in my mouth and started to slowly throat fuck me. With a cock in my mouth and another rubbing against my cum filled hole I lost track of my question. This guy wasted no time and with in a few seconds of his cock getting next to my hole he was pounding away like it was the last time he was ever going to fuck an ass again. David’s phone buzzed. Patrick grabbed it from the coffee table where I had put it and without removing his cock from my mouth fully said, “Put in the pass code, I’ll do the rest.” Without even questioning I showed him David’s pass code and went back to deep throating his cock. The stranger now had a hold of my shoulders for leverage and I was grunting and gargling around Patrick’s cock. I couldn’t believe that David was sleeping through all of this wracked but out of the corner of my eye I could still see his sleeping form through the open bedroom door. The phone buzzed again, this time Patrick didn’t even ask for the pass code but removed his dick from my mouth and walked into the kitchen. With Patrick’s cock no longer gagging me I started begging my new friend to fuck me even harder, and he was only to happy to oblige. “I’m gonna breed this sweet hole good,” he grunted, “fill you with my toxic load. You ready for my toxic load?” “Fuck yes!” “Then take it.” He roughly shoved his cock inside of me so that the biohazard tattoo was pressed against my ass as he unloaded his balls inside my hole. It felt like he shot about a gallon of cum inside of me before he pulled out. The he got dressed and left saying just before he was out the door “Text me next time you want fucked.” After a moment of rest I made to get up. “No, no,” said Patrick, “stay right there. Now reach back and spread your hole for me.” I heard the sound of a camera clicking. “We’re gonna add a picture of your leaking hole to your add, see if we can’t drumb up even more business.” The phone buzzed.

Prelude There are two Americas in the world. Now settle down, I'm not about to get political on you, this isn't that kind of tale. I'm speaking of the two Americas that exist side by side with little to no interaction. There is the America everyone sees, you know the one on TV. With the cities and the lights and the cars going fast. With the Ubers and the Instagram and the swiping left on things that you're gonna have delivered by an Amazon drone. Everyone knows that America. That America is the one where a group of seven white people sit in a coffee shop that charges five bucks for a cup and talk about a lot of nothing for 22 minutes and then smile as names scroll past them at a speed that is far too fast for normal people to read. We all know this America and for most people, it is their reality. But there is another America. An America where time seems to have stood still. An America where people walk slower, they smile more and they know each other's name in a way city folk don't quite understand. It is an America of picking apples and fallen leaves, stealing a kiss in the back seat of a car and going to sleep knowing that even if you didn't lock your door, it's gonna be ok. It's an America where people are judged by the work they do not the clothes they wear or the car they drive. An America where you own a truck cause you haul things, not cause you saw a celebrity drive one. Sure there are problems with this America as well as the first one but you ask the people who choose to live there and they'll tell you it's ok. It's a shrinking America to be sure but it's still there, alive and well. This is the America in which Everett Palmer lives. Now you don't know Everett, good, wholesome boy. Only son to Benjamin and Kathy Palmer over on Palm Street, he grew up tall, handsome and...well just about everything you'd think about if I said an all-American boy. A sophomore at Mercy Wells College on a scholarship to play baseball and he is about to come climbing out the second-story window of that peach-colored house over on the left. You see Everett has been dating Cheryl Miller since he started college and things have been heating up lately. No, that's not right. Things haven't been heating up lately, Cheryl has. You see Cheryl, third daughter to Paul Miller, dean of Mercy Wells, had set her sites on Everett and thought she had bagged herself a good one. He was handsome, polite, kind, an athlete's body and then there was the other thing God had graced the boy with that she was taken with. She had thought he was going to be like every other jock that had passed through her father's school, cocky, brash and sex-starved. But if anything, the boy didn't make one move towards Cheryl in the bedroom department. At first, Cheryl was taken by Everett's manners and patience, which was then replaced with admiration on how the boy could control himself so well when they spent so much time alone to frustration wondering if this boy was ever going to make a move. So Cheryl, being a young, independent woman of the millennium, made her own move on Everett. The boy took to sex like a fish to water and the two had been getting along swimmingly ever since. Cheryl would wait until her parents were asleep and then call for Everett to climb the lattice wall up to her window so he could sneak in and they could get down to business. This had been going on for a few months now and not one hiccup had occurred. That's the thing about hiccups, they can come right out of nowhere. You see coach Moore had the boys running drills past nine last night in preparation for next month's playoffs. The team, including Everett, had run miles and miles in the backfield until they could barely stand anymore. Moore had said their performance was pitiful but secretly he was proud of the boys, Everett especially. The boy was being scouted by a couple of major league teams quietly and if he didn't screw things up he was a shoo-in for a chance to play big-league baseball someday. Everett had screwed things up by telling Cheryl he would be over after practice. Still in his baseball pants and cleats, Everett had climbed the lattice quietly to her bedroom, his girlfriend waiting for him in a nightgown that covered very little. His legs burned with exertion from the wind sprints the coach had piled in him but the call of sex was too powerful for the nineteen-year-old and into her window he climbed. It turns out after climbing in, Everett didn't need to do much more than lie there and enjoy it. Cheryl had pleasured herself on the boy for well over an hour, brought him to climax twice with little effort all with almost machine-like efficiency. Now normally Everett was quick to dress and exit her room, one, because he was pretty sure her father would kill him if he found the baseball player in a state of undress with his daughter but more because whenever he was done having sex with her he had this desire to want to shower as quickly as possible. It was a confusing impulse but normally it was all Everett could do to not jump out her window and run to his house to rinse all evidence of his carnal behavior off his lean body. But not last night. You see last night Everett was just too tired to care and Cheryl was too happy that her boyfriend decided to stay and cuddle for once. The two of them passed out on the floor, Everett in just his high baseball socks and nothing else, Cheryl in less than that. So it is here we meet Everett, minutes after Cheryl's older sister barged in and told the two to wake up quickly, not before stealing a glance at what her sister had been coveting this whole time, that her father was awake and wondering where she was. A minute after Cheryl shook the sleeping athlete awake and told him he had to go. And seconds before the sound of Cheryl's father's footsteps could be heard climbing the staircase to her room. And there as promised is our boy, Everett Palmer, climbing down the side of the house, buck naked, save his socks, with his uniform in hand as he avoided the more prickly pieces of ivy from grabbing his junk as he descended. As luck would have it Ms. Lamar was walking her dog in front of the Millers and turned just in time to see the young athlete's nude form drop to the driveway. He was 6'2” without an ounce of extra fat on him. Days and days of baseball had tanned his face and arms but left the rest of his toned, muscular body pale as the day he was born. But the most impressive part of Everett wasn't his height or frame or his toned, athletic body. It was what God had gifted him below that made Ms. Lamar pause. You see when the lord almighty puts bodies together he does so in a judicious way. He tries to keep things as even as possible, brains, looks, body, no one gets too much of everything to keep things fair. So pretty people rarely had much in the way of common sense, athletic folks weren't all that known for being rocket scientists and the smartest and kindest of people were so, usually at the expense of outward looks and physical grace. Not in Everett's case. You see when Everett was being dreamed up it was clear from the get go the boy lacked the basic common sense that God had given a squirrel. He was timid, trusting, kind to a fault and loathed to fight in any capacity whatsoever. A creature like this would be nearly helpless in the world, a victim to whoever stumbled across the poor boy to just run ramshod over him and take advantage of him. So when Everett was born he was given the looks of an angel, the body of a devil and the cock of a demi-god. It was a sight to see and see it Ms. Lamar did as it swung heavy between Everett's legs as he slipped his baseball pants on. How he stuffed the whole thing down the front of his pants and not got it caught in the zippers no one will know, but within seconds, wearing only pants and socks he ran as fast as he could towards his car, hoping no one was looking out Cheryl's window. As he slipped inside his '67 Bel Air, a Christmas gift given to him by his dad, his large feet dwarfed the pedals as he tossed the rest of his uniform aside and turned the beast over as fast as he could. He looked over and saw the stunned face of Ms. Lamar, who was just staring at the boy like she had seen the Lord risen again. He smiled and gave her a small wave as the car turned over and he drove off as fast as he could. And this is where our story starts.

My man told me about this dream he had. He woke up dreaming he was fucking me. In two+ years, he’s had his dick in me once. It was in a four way . . . everyone was swapping. Other than that I fuck HIM. . . as often as I can. Usually that is every other day, by my own choice. I’m big. He’s 63. I can fuck hard and rough and often long and/or repeatedly. I worry every other day is too often. When we first met, erections were hard to come by for him. Although he was usually a blowjob top, he was open to other ways to play. He’s poz. I am not. Prep is what allowed me to bare fuck and breed him on our first ‘date’. He is six years older than me, and damn! is he sexy! Crix belly. His ass looks the same as it did when he was a 25 yo Russian River bartending hottie, I believe. He has 30+ tattoos. Anyway, what we do together we do together well. We also share our deep, spiritual belief that GAY SEX IS DIVINE. I mean really a higher plane, not in a Bette Midler sort-of-way. We are sluts. We go to orgy parties. We go to gay campgrounds. Did. I mean we did. Until covid. Thank dog we have each other. Every other day. Still - we both have been going squirrelly from the lack of other men. I’ve asked myself why I am taking the prep every day? Me top. Him undetectable. And I have gotten very careless about taking it. Maybe I skip a few days. A “few”. Oops. Because he told told me about his dream. HOT idea, him fucking and breeding ME. I tell him YES anytime . . . let me know so I can clean. Haha yeah, sure. And days past and it’s forgotten. Except then like a week later. It’s still lockdown around here. We are still distancing. And I overindulge quarantine style . . . a little too much alcohol . . .a little too much cannabis tincture . . .and I am passed out in bed. I wake up groggy as fuck. I wake up in a face down dream. It’s wonderful. Breath on my neck. Weight holding me down. And I am getting fucked. I have not fantasized getting fucked in SO long! And I am dreaming of the feelings . . . the fullness of a dick inside me . . .the nastiness of lube and precum squishing. Me pushing my ass back towards it. Me squirming around because it feels good in every direction and at every angle. FUCK nice. Something about the effort to push back on his dick makes me realize I am actually doing this. I AM flexing my ass. Wait? What? Am I dreaming? I realize I am not but it is such a wonderful dream I am tempted to drift back off without thinking too hard. My head is in this sleepy miasma of fantasy . . .am I at a bathhouse? . . . a Craigslist style anonymous stranger? . . .getting a hot load . . . DAMN this is fun I think to myself . . .but his FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK starting to speed up makes me aware a little so I push back giving him whatever access he wants and before I know it theres that PULSE PULSE PULSE shooting his cum in my ass. I love cum in the ass so much, usually from the other side- -giving my loads. AMAZING My man came in me, and it wasn’t even really even “on the menu”. That dick of his used to have problems getting hard when we first met . . .and he just came ROCKETS in my ass! I have never taken POZ cum. FUCK yes! Then I realized. I am not telling him. I haven’t had prep in over a week. Ten days maybe. He just shot a poz load deep in my almost-virgin-again ass. Sure he is UD, but what if not? What if that load has stored up all his potency, and all of that went deep inside me? It’s burning in me. In a good way. If I get sick in ten days, I will have to tell him the truth so he doesn’t think it is the COVID.

I (24) have been in a live-in relationship with my "daddy" (45) for almost 2 years now, he's an insatiable bottom, I'm a top only (although I love a nice rimjob). He's got a bunch of other friends his age who are all bottoms too who we play with often. I used to fuck guys my own age but for like the past year it's only been guys over 30, and I'm starting to kind of prefer it that way lol... Older bottoms just seem to be able to handle a big dick better, and seem to appreciate getting fucked by a younger guy a lot more than guys my own age. Any other young tops/older bottoms feel this way? We both really like incest play, but there is a total dearth of good porn with top sons and bottom dads. Even if you type those terms into search engines you will just get daddies fucking boys lol.

Not me. Not at all.

I agree that shorter bottoms are most likely the most desirable by men. I am 5’5” and 145lbs. I never get the assumption that I am a top. I am more than ok with that because I am not. Lol. I have however been with men that were my height or a little taller that are total tops and know how to use boy pussy. I have never liked the term Twink because it’s subjective. At 40 I don’t consider myself a twink.

Recently I've found a few guys on fabguys down here near London but they do tend to be a bit older than elsewhere (nothing wrong with that but variety is the spice of life!). Really really REALLY want saunas and places like the Vault or SBN to restart.

I think I fixed everything, @VermontCumDump; let me know if I didn't. Thanks for the endorsement, @NLbear! 😉

OKC vers pig...

is this it? [think before following links] https://ohnoporn.com/videos/2163133/two+fuck+buds+hanging+out+one+convinced+to+take+it+bare/

Quick note about Part 7: Didnt mean to include those emojis. It was supposed to be C : without the space in between and I didnt realize the site automatically converted it to the smiley face. Sorry about that! Part 8 The three naked men moved into the bedroom with Greg holding Chris tightly to his body, one arm around the boys waist and the other caressing his chest and abs. Chris noticed that this time Hunter’s bedroom had a different set up. Where there was an open space the last time he was here, now there was something he had seen in some porn he had encountered online before: a sling. Chris never stayed very long on those clips. Those scenes didn’t appeal to him since they seemed to always take place in dirty rooms with a lot of guys who would just use the person laying in the sling like a hole and nothing more. He always wanted and fantasized about something that wasn’t just physical. The emotional connection made things more pleasurable. Chris couldn’t imagine enjoying being fucked by guys who didn’t care about who he was. He had that connection with Tyler and even though things got out of hand last time , Chris did feel like Hunter was a nice guy who would look out for him and keep him from harm. Just like last time there was a movie playing on the tv in the room and just like last time it was a group scene. This time though there was a sling at the center of the group with a young college age guy in it, legs spread waiting for one of the men standing around him to approach. As Chris watched to see how the scene would play out, Hunter brought the pipe back up to the boys mouth and lit it with the torch. Without any acknowledgment of Hunter, Chris dutifully took the hit, giving in to the high and working to get even higher. Chris attributed it to the smoking but something about this sling scene seemed to arouse him in a way that the others he saw before didn’t. An older man in the group stepped up first and stood between the legs of the boy in the sling. He bent down and began making out with the boy. There was something so intimate about this kiss, thought Chris, like they forgot theres a whole bunch of other guys around. This was something he had never seen. Something that looked like the kind of connection he wanted but in a scene with the bottom in a sling. Instinctively he began to stroke his cock which had already started to leak precum. Hunter and Greg took a moment to step back and watch. Chris didn’t even notice. Hunter loved a boy who stayed hard while getting fucked and could see from the last time they hooked up that Chris seemed to be immune to T dick. Hunter allowed Greg to make the next move. He saw how much Chris was attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be? He was no longer the boy Chris was but not yet the older dad type that Hunter was and somehow he managed to embody both in the way he looked and carried himself. Charming, confident, and just fucking hot. He moved closer to Chris who was sitting at the foot of the bed watching the tv. The older man was now fucking the boy in the sling. They don’t use condoms either, Chris thought. Is that standard? Am I being too paranoid about this? Is this my conservative upbringing trying to scare me into thinking that hooking up without condoms would automatically lead to getting sick? As the questions ran through his head, Greg nuzzled him from the side whispering into his ear. “You like what you see boy? Do you want to try a turn in the sling?” Chris hesitated for a moment but all three knew the answer. “Yeah…I guess I could try it.” “Thatta boy.” Hunter knew what Chris was responding to even though he hadn’t heard the question. He walked over to his bedside table and pulled his kit out. “Hey do you know these guys?” Just then the shot on the video had shifted from the sling to the men watching and encouraging them. Chris noticed that every one of them had the same tattoo that Hunter and Greg had. “Looks like theyre all members of your club.” “It’s a pretty big club. And its growing everyday. We all feel the importance of expanding the membership.” The next shot was an overhead shot above the sling. Chris watched the tops thick raw cock fuck in and out of the bottom and that’s when he noticed that the boy in the sling did not seem to have the tattoo. Was this the initiation that Hunter and Greg were talking about? What kind of club fucks you into being a member? Chris kept this train of thought to himself. He knew it must sound stupid and he was too high to want to work out all the details anyway at a time when a hot man was giving him this kind of attention. Greg pulled Chris over to the sling and helped him maneuver his way into it. “You comfortable?” Greg looked down to Chris in the same position that the older man in the video did to the bottom he was now fucking. “Yeah” Chris replied and brought his legs up to mimic what he saw in the boys position on screen effectively showing off his smooth hole to Greg. “Fuuuck that’s hot boy.” Greg bent down just like the older man and began to make out with Chris. Chris moaned into Gregs mouth. The need had been strong before he got to Hunters house but after all those hits he wanted so bad to get fucked again and this man was a dream come true. Greg stood back upright as Hunter moved to Chris’s side and began rubbing his chest, focusing on the boys nipples. Greg pressed his hard cock against Chris’s smooth balls. “You feeling good?” Chris turned to look up at Hunter and nodded. “Good boy. How about we turn things up a little higher?” With his lust taking over, Chris just responded softly. “Ok.” “That’s what I was hoping to hear. We just want you to feel really good.” “I feel pretty good right now” the boy smiled. Fuck this boy is adorable both the standing men thought at the same time. So innocent and clueless. “I know boy. Theres a way to get high with the same stuff but the high is much more fun if you don’t smoke it.” “What do you mean?” “If you inject it the high is even more amazing.” “You mean…needles?” “Yeah.” Hunters reply was casual. He wasn’t going to alarm the boy. If Chris said no Hunter would find a way later. Chris looked like he was trying to lift himself to an upright sitting position but he was finding it difficult. The thought of a needle seemed much more extreme to him and he felt he needed to think for a moment. Hunter placed a little more pressure on Chris’s chest to keep him down. Chris felt that laying down with his legs spread out like an invitation was not conducive to rational thinking but the high canceled out whatever strength and will he had to really push back against Hunter. The video was getting louder now as the two men fucking were moaning and grunting with the men around them getting more and more frenzied in their encouragement. The shouts of “Fuck that boy” “Get that raw cock deep” and “Take that cock boy” from the video turned out to be far more powerful than any fear that arose from the thought of needles. Chris laid back into the sling and grabbed his still dripping cock. He looked again at Hunter. With a slow nod, he whispered, almost just mouthed “Ok.” That’s all Hunter needed to hear. “Fuck yeah, nice boy” Greg said as Chris turned his attention back to the man who was beginning to use his precum to coat the boys hole. He nodded to Hunter as a gesture to get him to pass the bottle of lube on the floor. Hunter passed the bottle to Greg and then took a rubber band in his pocket and tied it around Chris’s arm. “Now I just need you not to move while I do this so we can be sure not to hurt you, ok?” “Hurt me?” “Yeah just to be sure we get the vein is all. It’s ok. I have a steady hand.” He smiled at the boy and Chris gave in. This was a man he could trust. He would do as he asked and stay still. He didn’t want to watch the needle go in so he turned his attention to the video which was getting louder by the moment. “I’m gonna cum boy” the man in the video shouted to the boy in the sling. Just then Chris felt the prick of the needle and winced. At the same time he felt Greg line the head of his cock right up to his hole. Chris couldn’t see Gregs huge cock but the top of his tattoo was visible from that angle. The men in the video only got more frantic. “Yeah gimme that load. Fucking poz me!” “Fuck yeah take my poz load boy!” Poz load? What were they talking about? They couldn’t possibly mean… Before Chris could finish the thought, Hunter ripped the rubber band from his arm and lifted it up just as Greg pushed his raw cock into the boy.

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.

Sorry for the delay. This is the last part for now. Enjoy Part 5 As a kid, I'd see my parents sneaking kisses and moments when they thought the kids weren't around. A slap in the butt, a squeeze here and there, playing footsie- my parents were completely crazy about each other. As I grew up, part of me always wanted that connection. To be crazy in love with someone, even after 20 years of marriage. Maybe this time, I'll get what I want -- I woke up to an empty bedroom. As my eyes adjusted to the morning sun, I saw a tray full of food, coffee, a glass of water and aspirin on the coffee table next to the bed. Next to the tray was a note- "Out on work, be back by 3pm. Eat, rest, stay" While that sounded great, I really needed a shower first. Gingerly standing, a dull pain emanated from my hole and traveled down the length of my thighs. My cunt had taken quite the pounding last night and by the looks of it, I'd be out of commission for a while. I made my way to the washroom, peed and lathered up. As my soap-covered fingers ran down my ass, I felt the soreness in the puffed outer walls. Slowly rubbing my cunt, I remembered the events of last night. Daddy pounding the crap out of me as I begged for his toxic load, the fullness of his cock not only filling my hole but also a deep yearning of belonging in my soul. His body on mine, his dick planted deep within as our bodied merged into one another, becoming a part of the other in more ways than one. Despite the dull soreness, my ass puffed at the thought of his mighty cock and shuddered, sending shivers down the length of my body. A quick shower later, I was back in the room wolfing down on the food he had left. Once done, I headed downstairs to the living area. It was 11am, so I had 4 hours to go before daddy was home. My stuff wasn't anywhere in sight, which was a massive disappointment. After the message I had sent out last night, I was curious to see what was everyone's response. Maybe it was exhibitionism or my own perversion, but I wanted to know how people had reacted and what they thought of the successfull Ian Connelly, now a poz loving whore for a daddy bear. I wasn't concerned about their disapproval, disdain or disgust. I was beginning to realize I was thriving on the thought of it. Funny what a night can do to you. -- At 3, when Daddy walked in through the door, he found a very grateful me on all fours right in front of the door. I couldn't find any gear or toys, but I did find some used jockstrap of his while snooping around the laundry room in the basement. I had put it on before planting myself in front of the door. "Mmm, pig knows what daddy likes" he said as he stepped up closer to me. I looked up towards him, only to feel his shoe on the nape of my neck. He applied force, making my head go straight down onto his other shoe. Without prompting, I stuck my tongue out and started lapping the dirt and filth, grateful to be able to serve him. We stayed like that for about ten minutes during which time daddy made me spit shine his shoes with my tongue. Far from being disgusted, it felt right to do it. After everything he had done for me, how could I pass on the chance to be of service to him. When he was satisfied, he pulled me up and planted his lips on mine. Unlike last night, there was a tenderness to him. This was not the kiss of a man possessed, this was a kiss of a man displaying his love and ownership. I almost melted as he wrapped his arms around mine and pulled me in closer. His tenderness faded as the kiss become more aggressive and passionate. Daddy pulled on my tongue, I bit his lip, he bit down on my lower lip, I sucked on his tongue like a cock and passed a lot of spit into his mouth. He pushed the spit back as we kissed like 2 lovers, reunited after ages. Moments passed before we finally let each other go and as our lips parted, spit fell between us on our chests. "Hey boy, miss me?" "Fuck daddy, I missed you so bad." "I'm here now piglet, daddy's not going anywhere." He didn't even have time to respond as I lunged upon him. The force of my assault would have toppled any man but daddy held his ground. Using my momentum against me, he grabbed me and tackled me into the ground. I landed chest first, making me yelp in pain, and paralyzing me for a moment. Daddy landed on top of me, his weight pinning me to the floor and pulled down the jockstrap. Loudly spitting into his palm, he coated his cock with his spit and started pushing into my very sore hole. My hole was still tender from the previous night and the force of his penetration made me see stars. I started to scream in pain but it didn't stop him from ripping my hole apart. "Never forget pig, I'm your daddy for a reason", he grunted close to my ear as he fucked me mercilessly. For the next few minutes he kept fucking me while grunting and spewing profanity. His hairy body worked up a sweat, creating a beautiful musk of real man that made my brain spin. The heat of his body worked me up as well and soon enough, I was grunting in a mix of acute pain and pleasure. We were 2 animals, rutting to attain a higher goal- firmly establishing the alpha and beta status of our relationship. And that relationship was forever fixed when daddy grunted loudly and let his toxic cum coat the walls of my raw and scraped asshole, making me cum in the process. When he pulled out, I was in extreme pain. My ass felt like it had been scrapped by glass and my insides felt like they had been squished in a blender. But the endorphins in my brain was keeping me awake, letting me power through this intense assault and allowing me to hold on to this moment. "I love you daddy," I croaked out, meaning every word I said. "I love you too pig," daddy replied, his face breaking into a beautiful smile as he slowly leaned in for a kiss. "Lets get you to bed boy. You need some rest." Saying so, daddy helped me stand on my feet and led me to the bed where I promptly crashed. All I remember between standing up and passing out was daddy's bulk pressed against mine, as we cuddled on the bed. --- Epilogue After that day, I never went back to my old life. I was promptly fired from my job but it didn't matter. Fortunately, I had enough saved to last me a decade even if I chose to not invest and lived economically. Not that it mattered, because the second I sold off everything I owned, I gave the money to daddy. He was my master, it seemed only right to let him choose what to do with money. My job was to serve him and his needs, and that became the sole reason for my existence. About 15 days after my first fuck with dad, I came down with the fuck flu. Fortunately, it wasn't so bad and I was only out of commission for 4 days. By day 5 I was horny and ready for daddy's big cock to slide into my puffed up cunt. I let him know just how badly I needed him by straddling him and riding him cowboy, thanking him for the gift and setting me free. I live with dad now and its been 3 years since I have been with him. A lot has changed since then. But even after all this time, I still wake up next to daddy and thank my stars for bringing him to me. I love this man and I'll love him till the day I die. He gave me his death seed but in doing so, he gave me a chance to be reborn. But enough with the reminiscing. For now, daddy and I are out in the hunt looking to poz some neg guys. Daddy just went full blown and we are celebrating by pozzing as many guys as we can tonight at the club. But no matter who we fuck, I am the only guy taking him home with me tonight. Its time to upgrade my poz blood too.

As a bottom I love being fucked hard, and with that comes pain. I’ve seen some tops really get off on that, twisting my nipples, tugging on my balls, slapping my cock/balls, and slamming into me hard enough to make me scream out. I am stuck between yeah this fucking hurts and gonna hurt in the morning and horny watching him get so turned on. i don’t particularly like pain but I can take a bit and if it makes a top happy then I will take it.

excuse me but I read a lot of hypocrisy in this post. Every gay man who is under 40 years old here has lived in the days of the AIDS pandemic, therefore we know (we all know) that the condom is one of the first protections against the virus and other sexually transmitted infections. So why say you like bareback but don't want to get sick? This contradiction seems stupid to me, even from those who believe that PreP will save their lives, or PreP is a sexual liberating mechanism. Whoever assumes Bareback, assumes that at any moment he will be infected with gono, sif, hep, or hiv, there is no way to avoid it (well yes, in a serious monogamic relationship, without infidelities), but come on, we leave the hypocrisy, the majority here we are promiscuous and we love lust, we even have open relationships, polygamic relationships, swigers, which are also another form of promiscuity (somewhat controlled). I don't consider myself a bugchaser, but when you're in Bareback and you're not taking Prep you know you're on your way to conversion, it happens or it happens somehow. On the other hand, I do not discriminate against anyone, I have had friends with HIV who do not seek to infect others and I respect them, but I would have sex with them without problems because they are also human and have the same carnal desires as someone healthy.

Took my first raw dick at 17 and Poz by 20 after I recovered from the fuck flu I converted 5 who were seeking to become Pozzed. I also stealth a bunch more as for over a year I was not on meds. 99% of the time I was a bottom but being Poz not on meds I wanted to fuck every hole I could once I became undetectable I went back to being a bottom

Had a Dallas weekend and got tired of the Saturday night bar scene real quick so I headed to Club Dallas at 10pm to put my sub self to use. After walking around to get the layout I hopped in the sling and waited for what felt like forever before a top came over to use my hungry hole. I got fucked by a couple different guys who were forgettable, a thick black guy, and the last one being a chubby daddy who gave me his load. Then I got on a fuck bench on all fours and had a thick cock shoved in my face, while sucking him off I had at least 1 guy fuck me who I never saw. I got back on the sling but put my towel over my head to show I didn’t care who fucked me but only got 1-2 guys to take advantage. to end the night I went to a GH and got my cock sucked and my ass ate. was a bummer overall since I only got 1 load I know of, but did get fucked by about 10 guys (some i didn’t mention because they put condoms on) I think, most of whom I would normally turn down but when I get in the bathhouse my inner pig comes out and will let whoever wants me have me.

I was in London last weekend and I decided to go to Vault 139, a cruise bar where I always have a good time. I went two nights in a row, I’d put ads up on BBRT, Squirt and here to let people know I’d be there and I hoped to see a lot of action. I ended up getting fucked by around 40 or 50 guys across the two days, which is a pretty big achievement even for me. I also planned something fun – I brought a marker with me to keep a load tally on my chest. I thought chest would be better than ass, then everyone can see I’m broadcasting what a proud slut I am. Thursday. I turned up at about 5.30pm, which is always a good time to catch the evening crowd starting up but also the afternoon crowd as well as the guys who are just popping in on their way home from work. Thursday nights are stripped nights, but I was a couple of hours early for that. I decided to get naked anyway, as I love CMNM situations, being surrounded by clothed guys while I am stark bollock naked. My first port of call was one of the dark corners at the back that is always good for immediate, anonymous bareback. I get nervy when I turn up at a place like this, so I always look for a raw cock in my ass within the first 10 minutes or so, because that totally chills me out, and flips me into a happy, horny state of mind. I tucked my marker into my trainer, and went hunting. The dark corner turned out to be fucking productive! It was filled with clothed guys and me walking in naked, openly lubing my ass up in front of everyone, let them know I was available. I had a guy inside me within a minute, surrounded by others who felt me up, held me or supported me while the first guy fucked me. It wasn’t long before I felt him shoot his load in my ass – I thought this was the time to shout ‘oh yeah cum in me, fucking cum in my ass’ to broadcast, as if guys didn’t already know, exactly what I was after. Really hit the point home! Guy #1 slipped out, in cums guy #2, more fucking and… well after 20 minutes in that dark corner I had 5 loads in my ass and a sixth guy enjoying the sloppy hole they had all created. I was kinda stunned. Usually you can get two or three loads at Vault like this from the afternoon crowd, but five?! Awesome. If I’d been a bit doubting about using the marker, I totally wasn’t now. Guy #6 pulled out, said he hadn’t cum cos he was staying for the night, but I got him to mark up the 5 loads on my chest for me. I was in for a hot night, and definitely wanted to get into double figures. It slowed down a bit as the afternoon and work crowds thinned out and more people got naked, so I got a drink. I only stayed for three hours, as I had to meet a friend at 10pm, but as the naked crowd filled up – Thursday nights are jammed at Vault – I was getting fucked left, right and centre… Someone on squirt got in contact and said he was Guy #1, said he stayed afterwards and saw me getting fucked by countless guys… to be honest it was all a blur… But I only marked my chest – or got the guy to do it, if there was time between being passed around – with loads that I was sure I got, that I felt shooting in me or the guy made it obvious that he was loading me up. Marker total by 9pm – 10 loads… there may have been more, but I was being strict with the numbers! Friday. I thought, wow after Thursday, Friday would be truly wild, as I’ve never had a tame Friday night at Vault. One time in November I got talking to an Alpha Dom, who ended up belt-whipping me in the bar area for half an hour before turning me over to the watching crowd who gang fucked me while he continued to hit me. I walked out covered in scars that night. I arrived wearing a jock under my jeans, and got shirtless… Friday nights aren’t naked, but it’s definitely better to be more undressed than anyone else. As it happened, the weather was terrible, so the Friday crowd wasn’t that big, but still up for it. Again I had the marker, and walked to the dark corner to get my first load and chill out my nerviness. You shouldn’t have high expectations, but it’s hard not to after a night of being loaded 5 times in 20 minutes, but I still got a couple of loads in me there. The first guy was this smily blondish top (I saw him properly in the bar area afterwards as he was leaving) who was obviously just in on his way home from work and just needed to load someone and leave. A nice good hard fuck to start the night, and when I turned around and told him to mark me, he didn’t understand and instead put a big cross across my chest! Fine, I added his mark properly anyway, and told him the first load of the night is always the best. Another guy in the dark corner loaded me right after and while I offered my ass around to a few other guys, there were no takers, so I went and got a drink. I stayed late this time but the smaller crowd meant less loads – I can be a total cum junkie sometimes, and I realise not all tops want this from a bottom, so I was just giving my ass away to anyone in the hope that the cum would eventually flow…. into me One very hot clothed guy fucked me about three times. The last time I got naked for him in a public area as it turns me on to be naked and on my back while the only thing he’s exposing is his bare cock. Shame in a way, as I’d have loved to see him naked, but he’s the top, it’s his choice completely. My role is to give as much of myself away as I can. A nice gang fuck with a few guys in by the barrels in a public area went well, the last guy was a hot bearded guy, short and mid-50s maybe but fucked like a dream. We started on my back but pretty quickly he spun me round cos he wanted to get in me deep, and wow, he tripped every orgasm thrill in me, blew the top of my head off with his fast fucking that somehow managed not to feel like a pounding. His cock seemed to fit inside me perfectly, like every contour matched. And when he shot his load inside me, I felt the pumping of his cock as the load went deep into me. I howled like some bitch in heat. He was Guy #5. After a few hours and still with only five loads in my ass, I decided to resort to the glory holes to speed this night up. Now there had been this hot chavvy guy dressed in a white tracksuit. I was really into him but he didn’t really pay anyone any attention. I walked into the glory hole and looked through, and it was him. I put my fingers through the hole, opened my mouth and he slipped his cock deep into my mouth and throat. Now sometimes I can take a good skull fucking, but it’s definitely easier if his hands are pressed behind my head and my face isn’t pressed into some sharp-edged glory hole. But I did my best like a trooper. Now a good trick here is to take the skull fuck until you taste precum, then look up at a guy and ask, almost begging, do you want to fuck me? Almost always works. And despite the anonymity, and not seeing his eyes obviously, it worked here too. But not quite the way I wanted. I spun round, pressed my cum-filled and re-lubed ass against the hole and I felt his fingers go inside me. Awesome, a good prelude. He stopped for a moment, then I thought he slipped more fingers inside me and I thought wow, not often I let someone put more than two in… I think he’s got four in there, maybe he’s gonna fist me? I’ve been curious about FF recently so I thought okay, go ahead, but again he stopped. Then he seemed to put his four fingers back in, but when I reached round it was his cock… hang on, why didn’t I feel that? I reached round again to confirm my suspicions and yes, felt the condom. What the fuck?! I tried to pull the condom off a little bit but he just pulled away. Take the condom off, I called through the hole, but when I turned around, he just slipped his rubbered cock in me again. No. I am not doing this. Pulled myself away, and without another word left the glory hole and him unsatisfied. Not my ass, boy. No rubbers in there. I went back to the clothed guy who’d fucked me three times already and he commented very appropriately ‘Oh, how boring!’ He turned me round to fuck me properly as neither of us wanted to think that the last cock inside me had not been bareback. Such a shame about the chavvy guy, but indeed… how boring! Well I managed to get two more loads in my ass that night… for a total of seven that I definitely knew of. As well as several loads down my throat that I was tempted to mark on my chest, but thought better to keep it strict. One Dom Alpha guy bears mentioning, towards the end of the night, but it’s a beautiful story of its own so I’ll put it in a new thread in the Cocksucking section. Also the last load in my ass that night was really special, but you’ll have to go to the Backroom to read about that

Fuck, YEAH! I take anonymous fucks and loads. I've hosted many anon gangbang parties in hotels. I'll advertise on Craigslist and some gay sex web sites. Put duct tape over the lock of the hotel room door, so it will open with just a push. I get on my knees on the edge of the bed, with my poppers in hand and take any and all loads that walk through the door. On a busy weekend night here in Las Vegas, I can easily take a dozen or more loads in an evening. I don't care what they look like. I just want them to have big dicks that stay hard and shoot their load in me.

“Come on in boys,” Patrick said, his cock in my mouth preventing my from turning around, “for the first time in his life this hot hole is taking all loads, no questions asked. So long as you’ve got a dick to cum with there’s only one rule, all loads get shot inside his hole.” “Hell yes!” said a strange voice and I felt a fat cock press against my hole and then slide in with almost no difficulty. I moaned around Patrick’s cock. How had he known? How had he known that this is what I needed: to be filled by cock after cock after cock and that I would never be truly happy just taking loads from one man. The stranger sank balls deep without any problem and began to pound away without any concern for my comfort. It was perfect. I could hear other men muttering encouragements to him behind me, but Patrick kept me from seeing them. When I asked him later why he did that, he told me that it was part of me accepting who I am, to willingly take loads from men I’d never see. Cum was frothing out of my hole and running down my crack till it dripped off my balls and onto the floor, already my ass was so full, and I guessed from the voices that there were at lest four guys lined up to use my hole, but I needed more. “You ready to take my load cumdump?” I tried to respond to the question but Patrick was still slow fucking my throat so my words came out as just a vague gargle. “Yeah take my charge up seed.” I could feel the ribbons of cum shooting into my hole like a flood and I relished the moment. Spurt after spurt the anonymous stranger unloaded; then, no sooner had he finished did he pulled out to make way for the next person. I didn’t have to wait for long however, it seemed the guys behind me were jerking off because not two seconds later a rock hard cock was again knocking at my back door. Things continued like this for a long while. After some time Partick shot a load down my throat and then climbed off the table, and with him gone I suppose I could have looked at the tops breeding me but somehow I just didn’t see why it mattered. One of them could have been the Elephant Man himself and I still would have taken his load. I lost track of how many tops there were, I know that when Patrick spunked in my throat that I was taking my seventh anonymous cock, but after that I had no clue. The cum was now spilling from my hole like an over full milk pail sloshing all over the place. It ran down my legs and covered my balls and cock. The whole room smelled like men and sex. If my used up hole wasn’t enough for David to figure out what happened then the smell certainly would be. Just as the sunlight started to peek through the kitchen window a new top grabbed my hair hard and sank his cock inside of me. I pushed my sloppy dripping hole back at him, trying to fuck myself on his cock. He pulled my hair till I was forced to stand up right my back pressed to his torso, and a whispered in my ear, “Patrick certainly was right about you.” It was David. David was using my hole just like all those other men. It was perfect. “This is how your hole is supposed to be. Dripping spunk. I bet you took every load you could get tonight and didn’t even think about the consequences.” He slammed his dick into me hard accenting his point, “Patrick’s POZ and you took his load I bet several of the loads you have in your dripping wet hole are POZ.” “I know that Patrick’s POZ. I know it and I still begged him for his load, and I’ll happily take any load he has for me ever.” “Hell yes you will. Fuck it’s gonna feel so good to add my load to this mix,” David held me tight and pressed his cock in a little deeper depositing yet another load into my guts. The he pushed me back onto the table like he had found me and went back to our bedroom without saying a word. Now it was Patrick’s turn again. “Get up on your back on the table and grab your ankles I wanna watch your face as I breed you again.” When I was on the table and Patrick was inside me again I marveled at how the night before I had struggled to enjoy his cock at first and now I felt nothing but bliss. It didn’t take long for Patrick to shoot another load inside of me. And true to his word he was my last load of the night when all was said and done. After Patrick came he locked the kitchen door back up, scooped up my cum and sweat covered body and took me into my bedroom to pass out cum slowly dripping from my This is the last piece of this story that I will write, but I encourage someone else to pick it up and continue the story line further.

Patrick walked back over to the computer for a minute and I stayed bent over the arm of the couch, my ass stuck in the air and my loaded up hole exposed. I reached back and started to finger my hole feeling the toxic loads swirling around inside myself. It felt so warm, so wet, so sloppy and loose, I had fingered myself a few times after getting fucked by David and my hole had felt wet and warm but never like this. I loved it, I stuck another finger in and then another, I wanted more. Normally after two loads from David my hole would be soar and worn out but not tonight, I was open and ready for business. “You love feeling those POZ loads in your hole don’t you,” Patrick said, having returned from the computer he was once again rubbing his cock head against my hole. I started to remove my fingers but he grabbed my wrist and said, “Keep going.” I slid another finger in and began to work my hole deep spreading my three fingers wide opening my hole up more. The phone buzzed. Another finger slipped into my cum filled hole and I started to moan from my own finger fucking. Patrick started rubbing his cock against my hole again. I took two fingers from my hole and pushed back. The head of Patrick’s cock popped into my hole along side my two fingers. What the hell had gotten into me, I liked bottoming but I was never such a cock hound. Patrick moaned as he sunk the rest of his ten inches in next to my fingers. The phone buzzed. I took my fingers from my hole and licked the sticky mixture of POZ cum and ass juice as Patrick started to deep fuck me again. “Man that last guy dumped a huge load in your hole, you’re so much wetter and loose now. Don’t worry there’s plenty more coming.” The phone buzzed. “I can’t wait to breed you again.” “Do it now, fill me with your swimmers.” “Not now… right now I’m just keeping you loose for when the fun gets here. When your hole is dripping with cum and so loose that it doesn’t close any more then you’ll get your next dose of this charged seed.” He slammed his cock in hard on the word seed making me squeal. The phone buzzed. “Get up,” he said pulling out. I stood up and he lead into the kitchen where he pulled me into a tight embrace and a rough kiss for a moment before pushing me back onto the table. I realized then that all the chairs had been moved and the table, which stood in the middle of the room, had now become my fuck bench. Patrick grabbed my feet and spun me on the table so that my ass was to the door, then he positioned me so I was bent over with my feet once more on the floor and my ass completely exposed to any one who walked in the kitchen door The phone buzzed. My hole twitched. Patrick climbed on the table and slid his cock down my throat. The kitchen door opened.

Some people find it freakish when they see a guy with the "AIDS look." Others find their dicks getting rock hard when they see it. Count me in the latter group.