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I have quite a few tattoos and after many years decided to embrace the pig that I am. I live in the country with work, but travel to the city to head office often. I was due to go into the office for a week in the next month and decided that it was time to mark my place as the total pig bottom I am and get a pig tattoo on my arse. I did some shopping around and found a guy with a studio not far from where I was staying. It looked like he did some good work and while sexual orientation isn't necessarily an issue, I wanted a guy tattooing my arse. I emailed a few pics and after some suggestions and back and forth (daily) we agreed on a cheeky version of a pig. He asked where I wanted it and I said on my arse cheek. All of a sudden I didn't hear from him for a few days and thought he may have been a bit weirded out by it. Two days later I get an email from him: Sorry I took a bit to get back to you - it has been a bit busy and I wanted to float a suggestion back with you. In case you prefer to have something on both arse cheeks instead of one, what do you think of this on the opposite arse cheek. It was the word "Pig" in running writing and the tail of the "g" turned into an arrow. "And the arrow can point off toward your arsehole". I was so turned on and I emailed him back - yeah let's do it. He suggested his last appointment on the Friday afternoon the week I was down there, and I locked it in. I raced home at lunch time on the Friday and cleaned out as I wanted to make sure the whole area was clean and smelled ok since he was going to be working down there for a few hours. I turn up to a house and there is a sign with the studio name on it and direction down the side driveway to a shed/studio down the back. I rock up to the glass sliding door to see what must have been one of the sexiest men alive cleaning up after what must have been his last client. He was probably just under 6" tall, dirty blonde curly hair down to his shoulders normally but messily tied back. He hadn't shaven in a few days and had piercing blue eyes. He obviously worked out and was quite toned. He was wearing a white singlet with denim shorts. The singlet showed off his many tattoos and also he perfectly blonde hairy chest. I could see a healthy bulge in his shorts and he had glorious muscular hairy legs. I was lost looking at him when I hear him opening the glass sliding door. I was so mesmerized that I hadn't even registered him walking toward the door. "Hey buddy, I'm Sam. You Simon?". I responded with a whimpering "yes" as I tried to gain my composure. Sam was a confident as he was beautiful. He motioned me in and as I walked past him he grabbed my arse and massaged it and said "I've been looking forward to working on this all week". He had the sexiest, yet evil glint in his eye as he said it. After a quick chat about the tattoo, he said to get up in the table and lay face down. I did as he asked and pulled the back of my shorts down to expose my arse for him. "Mate, we are both men here and I like to have plenty of room to work. Take your pants and underwear off and lay on the table." I did as he asked and I was already starting to get hard. I was laying on the table face down and my cock was almost rock hard within seconds just thinking about this "god" touching my arse. Sam was moving around and getting things ready and just making normal small talk. He came up to the end my head was at to sort a few things out and turned around to point his crotch right at my face and leant over and rubbed my arse with his hand and said "These tattoos are going to look great here" He slowly caressed my arse cheeks whilst getting very close to my hole. I could smell his crotch which was basically in my face and I had to use every ounce of self control not to grab it. I swear I could see it growing. Finally he went back to my arse and soon enough he was tattooing the pig on my left arse cheek. Because of where it was his off hand rested near my arsehole and as he tattooed he would occasionally slide his little finger over my arse. I was getting so turned on my cock was leaking huge amounts of precum. He said "How does that feel? All ok?" I decided since he was not hesitating to flirt, that I wouldn't either. "It feels fine Sam! The tattoo is ok too". Sam chuckled "I thought and hoped so. The tattoo was a pretty good clue. Now that is out of the way and clear, we can really enjoy the rest of the tattoo." No sooner had he said it he licked his finger and went back to tattooing my arse and slid his little finger straight into my hole and kept it in there finger fucking me as he tattooed. I couldn't help myself and I shot a load under my stomach. "I'm almost done with the pig. Do you mind if we take a quick smoko break before I do the other one? Do you have to be anywhere tonight?" I responded eagerly and told him I had no plans for the night. When he finished he rubbed some cream on my tattoo and covered it and stood up. "Just throw your shorts on and we can step out for a quick smoke before do the next one." I stand up and he can see I have cum over myself. "I thought you might enjoy the extras during the tattoo. Let me clan up the mess". And he knelt down and starts licking all the cum off my stomach, getting some in his facial hair. I'm rock hard again and he swallows my cock and gives me the best head I have had in year. I don't last long before cumming in his mouth and he doesn't miss a drop. He stands up and I pull my shorts up and I can see he is almost bursting out of his shorts and a distinct wet patch at the end of a very thick 8" cock outline. Before I get a chance to do anything he leans in and kisses me and we share my load with tongues darting it back and forth till it is all gone. I place my hand on his cock through his shorts and he grabs me and says "We got all night man. You'll get it" and smiles and kisses me again. We step out and both share a smoke before going back in and he starts on the other arse cheek and tattoo. As with the first one, he spends the whole time fingering my hole whilst tattooing. "So you got nothing planned tonight you said?" I respond with no. He stops tattooing for a second and stands up and walks around to my head again. I look up at his blue eyes and he says "How about you spend it here with me and I give you all of this (and he grabs his huge cock) and if you stay the night and enjoy it I will give you a free tattoo in the morning." I think i responded "yes" before he finished saying it. When he finished the second tattoo, he tells me to relax and that we have all night and he buries his lightly bearded face in my arse and rims me like a pro. He comes up for air and says "I am assuming the pig tatts mean you like it wet, raw and bareback like a real pig". I respond with "The only way I take a cock is raw. No rubber goes near that hole". He responds, "perfect, I am going to really enjoy sharing all of myself with you then". He stands up and I hear him unzip his shorts and walk around to my head and there is a thick 8" cock in my face. "Get this wet. Tattooing your arse has me dripping and I need to let a load go right now". I am thinking he is going to blow a load in my mouth, but I only get a minute on his cock enough to get it wet before he walks back around and pulls me by my feet to the end of the bench leaving me bent over the edge and shoves his wet raw cock in me in one go. I catch my breath and before I know it he is bottoming out and I can feel his hairy balls slapping against my arse as he fucks me deep and hard. He is almost going wild fucking me and it is't long before I feel his seed flooding my insides and he is grunting like a pig and literally yelling "Take it, take it all". He slowly pulls out and pulls his shorts back up and says, "fucking hot! lets grab a drink and smoke". We step out and he grabs a few beers and we stand around and have a smoke and drink with the occasional snog in between. TBC....

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!

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

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)

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.

(this story originally appeared on my old tumblr blog sometime in 2014 or 2015, new edits applied) Steve knew this was going to be indelicate. As things often were when covering up his dumbass older brother’s mistakes. Fortunately, he had a set of keys to the vehicle that had been junked. All he had to do was talk his way into the junk yard. Easy as pie. He had grown up with Mr McAlister's son Gary and he might be able to pull the right string by bringing a bottle of Jameson. It didn’t go well. Turns out five years away at college can change a place, and the people in it. Drew McAlister is now one of the coordinator’s of Hope Baptist’s AA program. And he didn’t take kindly to the proffered bottle of whiskey. “Sir, I’m very sorry.” Steve had to get a handle on the angry junkyard owner quickly, or he might wind up getting his ass beat, “I haven't talked to Gary in a long time, I didn’t know.” “He tells me you haven’t called him up since you all moved away.” Drew said, his anger finding a new source as his eyes narrowed, “I know full well what happened between you two and frankly I don’t give a cold shit. But when you left you cut off the place that what raised you.” Steve was numb. His dad knew?! And he was right, so he nodded, “I did. I had to do what I could so I wouldn’t wind up like my brother.” That admission seemed to mollify Mr McAlister a little, “I saw you on the news a few years back, you spoke well.” Steve smiled, despite his ongoing fear, “Thank you.” He’d always been frightened of the gruff man from deepest Appalachia. “Quite a few folks started changing their minds about things after seeing you on tv.” “That don’t make things any easier comin home.” Steve said, letting the drawl slip back into his voice… for the moment. “Listen, son.” Drew McAlister said, coming out from around the desk, “Why are you really here.” The younger man hesitated. “Why do you need back inside a car your brother junked weeks ago?” Steve sighed and looked around the small dingy office. It wasn’t likely to be bugged, “You know he’s in jail now, right?” “Uh-huh.” “You know what he’s in jail FOR, right?” Drew nodded, then a dawning of realization crossed his face. He nodded and grabbed his baseball cap off the desk, “Follow me.” They walked out the back door and into the labyrinth of overgrown piles of rusting cars and building materials.Steve had known that some vehicles were worth more for spare parts than they were for the recycling plant in Youngstown, and some of these piles would sit here for decades than be sent to a blast furnace. Fortunately, in better times, his brother Al had invested in a 1975 Dodge Charger. It HAD to be around here somewhere, rusting here after getting totaled. It was proving to be an agreeable summer day and Drew had opened his shirt, letting the ends flutter in the occasional cool breeze. Steve couldn't help but steal a glance at the hot, hairy dad muscle and chub up a little in his shorts. He got control of himself in time to realize that they’d stopped amidst a row of more recent vehicles. “So son, here’s where you gotta make a choice.” Drew was looking down at him, in the alpha male way that had always intimidated him as a teenager. “By all rights it should be your brother here, trying to talk his way out of a stretch in the pen. But he don’t have anything I want, so you better make it worth it.” With these words Mr McAllister began to unfasten his pants. “Fuck.” Steve muttered. “Yeah, that too.” Drew said, not stopping “Now get on your knees and start suckin.” Steve did as he was told before the cock could even escape the white briefs. They were yanked down and the young man breathed deep of the crotch that produced his first boyfriend. All sorts of wild questions flowed through Steve’s mind as his mouth made contact and began to work the hardening cock. I’m sucking my ex-boyfriend’s dad. Fuck. I want him in my ass. Did he and Gary ever… He sucked the eight inches furiously. Like a starving man and his hands were helping, feeling the fuzzy balls with one, while they other trailed up his torso feeling the furry belly and pectorals of a man old enough to be his father. This was beyond what he’d expected of a summer back in his hometown. He had expected to be a social pariah given his vocal advocacy that ran counter to the way most of this town chose to live. He had feared violent reprisal. Instead, the most macho guy in town had him on his knees, and held his head still while he fucked his talented throat. “Damn boy.” Mr McAlister said, “You’re just as good as Gary.” Steve was shocked by these words and met Drew’s eyes. The older man nodded, “Better believe it, boy.” He slid his cock out of his mouth, “Keep your mouth open.” Steve did so, and was rewarded with a load of spit, drooled out of the older man’s mouth and into his own. “Swallow.” He did as ordered, feeling some of this hard man slide down his throat. Drew nodded, “Get naked… Now!” he added with some bluster to his voice when the young, beardless man hesitated. Steve rose and shucked his t-shirt, shorts and sandals in an instant. He had been wearing a jockstrap on account of the walk out to this part of town and was about to pull it down, when Drew raised a hand, “Leave those on, I like jocks. Back on your knees, son.” Steve lowered himself back to the grassy, but graveled ground and opened his mouth for the cock once more. Drew had divested himself of the work shirt, his pants, his underwear, even his boots and socks. They were both bare assed in the middle of a grimy junkyard and Steve couldn’t be happier. The softened cock re-entered his mouth and stayed there,” Look up at me, Steven.” Their eyes met, and Drew sighed a little. Steve immediately registered the taste of warm piss on his tongue and fought off the urge to spew it from his mouth. “Keep eye contact, boy.” Drew ordered and the young man complied, “Good. Now start drinking it.” A questioning look flashed across Steve’s eyes. Sure, he’d been pissed on. Sure, he’d taken piss in his mouth, but he’d never swallowed. Just somehow it seemed a step too far. But if he wanted to keep his brother out of prison, he’d have to be accommodating for his ex-boyfriend’s dad. He swallowed and discovered that it wasn’t so bad at all. The acrid feel continued down his throat but was soon relieved by the next mouthful. Gulping sounds escaped his body and he started to moan. He was getting painfully hard drinking the middle aged man’s piss. “That’s it, boy.” Drew said encouragingly. Watching the younger man’s throat and mouth work swallowing the contents of his bladder, “That’s a good boy.” He moaned as he was starting to harden up, “You’re just as good at that as Gary.” Soon enough the torrent subsided to a trickle, and Steve felt like his guts were full with urine. “Too bad things didn’t work out between you two.” Drew said appraisingly, kneeling down in front of him, “It would have been nice to have two boys in the house.” Their lips met in a kiss and Steve let the thought of living with father and son fuck machines swim in his mind. Gary had been insatiable. Everyday before school in his room, during lunch in the boiler room, then after school behind the band bleachers, Steve had opened his ass to his best friend. Drew’s tongue made his way into his mouth and his arms around his shoulders and it pulled the young man back into the present. Steve moaned into the kiss, so much like his long lost love, but different. The older man wrapped one arm around his lower back and guided him back onto the grass. Steve instinctively raised his legs and wrapped them around Mr McAlister’s waist. “When was the last time you were fucked, son?” Drew asked, coming up for air. “Last week.” Steve answered as the older man rustled in his pants, “I was in Cleveland visiting friends and they both fucked me.” “Good.” Drew said retrieving a tube from his pants pocket. It was vaseline. He squirted some out and began to massage it around Steve’s hole. The younger man whimpered at what was coming. He didn’t normally get barebacked, but knew enough to realize that a condom wouldn’t be a part of the equation today. With his other hand, Drew moved aside the fabric of Steve’s jockstrap and freed his dick. The older man bent down and suckled on it for a while as he eased fingers into Steve’s eager hole. The younger man came close to cumming, but Drew knew when to ease off. He had been lubing his own cock as well and now lined it up to the greased asshole. “You ready, son?” Steve nodded, “Yes, sir.” Drew slipped his head inside and the young blond sighed in satisfaction. He held it there for but a moment and then eased more of it within. Steve’s legs tightened around his waist, and Drew couldn’t help but thrust the rest of his shaft into the welcoming, tight, warmth. He leaned down and kissed the boy as he gasped and moaned on the hard cock inside him, buried to the hilt. Arms wrapped around eachother and held each other tight. Their torsos mashed together and arms holding each other tight. Mr McAlister’s legs were up against the upturned thighs of the young man beneath him. It felt so right, and so good. And Drew began to move. He made gentle, shallow thrusts, not wanting to break the full body contact they had going. The boy felt perfect. Just like his own son when they were together, which was far too seldom these days. Chicago wasn’t far, but work kept them both busy. Drew was now determined to get back there more often. As he thrust into Steven Grady, the son of one of his best friends, and slid his tongue against his, Drew didn’t entertain any ridiculous thoughts of the two lads getting back together and him having four willing holes to choose from. It was just far too unlikely. This was it, and he was going to make the most of it. He was going to make love to this lonely young man and hopefully give him reason to come visit more often. Their mouths mashed loudly, and they were both moaning in the quiet calm of a gentle fuck. But the occasional thrust onto his prostate was driving Steve wild. “Fuck, boy.” Drew said, breaking off and looking into the young man’s eyes, “I’m not going to last much longer.” He said, picking up a little speed. “Oh fuck!” Steve moaned, “Right there! Right at that.. speed… ohhhh… FUUUUUUCK!!” Drew felt the cock between their bodies pulse and seep warm cum, smearing the seed into the hair on their bellies and chests. The asshole around his cock constricted his shaft like a boa constrictor, the pressure on his own dick going past the breaking point. Drew began to thrust uncontrollably, still holding the lad tight about the shoulders. “Gawd! Fuck, boy. Here it comes!” Drew announced into his ear before making several deep, hard thrusts into him and tensing and trembling with each one. Steve held onto the older man as he unloaded his DNA inside his ass. The moaning in his ear subsided as did the trembling, the balls deep thrusts and Steve massaged the shoulders he’d been holding onto for no more than ten minutes or so. Frankly, he was surprised they’d made it three. Mr McAlister was hot, and he’d always thought so. Now one of his teenage fantasies had come true. But he couldn’t keep his original mission out of his mind. “Hey, Mr McAlister?” The older man chuckled as he recovered, “Call me Drew, son.” He laughed, pushing and holding himself up, “You gotta load of my cum up your ass, and my piss in your belly. And I’m still inside ya, boy. So for fuck’s sake, call me Drew.” Steve chuckled, marvelling that the cock inside him still hadn’t gone soft, “Ok.” “What is it?” Drew asked, wondering what thought could have broken the boy out of a post fuck bliss. “It’s nothing that can’t wait.” Steve said, leaning up to draw the middle aged fuck-god into a kiss. There would be plenty of time to get to the shitty old Dodge, grab the bag of meth from under the wheel well and toss it into the Mahoning River. For now, Steve was happy. Full of every fluid a sexy dad could offer and, for now at least, none of it was going anywhere.

I finally got into a tight little hole that only wanted condoms. It was so worth it. Here's how I did it. Thanks to @Nclchub and @verslut for the tips in the other thread, How to actually use a condom. So this younger guy works a big-company corporate job, is very clean cut, and likes to go by the rules. He has never heard of a cock cage, has never done poppers, and when I playfully teased him about spanking him with my belt, he freaked out and said "it's a hard NO!" He also refuses to talk about fisting (I want him to do it to me). So pretty vanilla. Still, he's crazy hot and he's into me too. I am willing to play by his rules... to an extent. First time we fucked, I let him fuck me with a condom on. I think it was the first time I've used a condom in ten years. It was fairly nasty but still nice getting fucked. Afterward I was massaging his back, and out of nowhere he blurts out, "You can fuck me but you must use a condom! OK???" I was amused. I wasn't close to fucking him. Over the next week we were sexting and talking about how it was my turn to return the favor and top his ass. I was busy with my own stuff and could not get around to his place for a while so it was a few days. We finally got together over the weekend. You guys had given me good advice about putting lube in the condom and getting ready for it. I also decided not to JO at all so I'd have more cum brewing in my balls. It couldn't hurt. We're messing around and finally get ready to fuck. I'm lying on my back and he's straddling me. Out comes the lube... he lubes me up and lubes up his own hole. Then, he just sat right down on me and started humping himself -- without the condom. About ten or fifteen seconds later... Him: "What! Where's the condom?" Me: "You just lubed me up and sat down, bro. You knew damn well there was no condom." Him: "Well you should have warned me!" Me: "I thought you knew what you were getting into. Sorry. Let's play by the rules." Ha. So we stop. Out comes the condom. Now he's lying on his stomach. "Please just hurry and fuck me," he said. I complied, rolling it down onto my shaft. It sucks so much, guys. He has a hairy asshole and I love the scratchy feeling of that on my cock. But I did my duty and rubbered up and fucked him. And it wasn't terrible. The extra lube helped. I plowed him pretty good, and he started calling out my name. "Oh, raw773 🙃, keep fuckin' me, keep fuckin' me..." I was getting into it, slow, deep, fast, jackhammer. He started getting a little whiny though, and I know when bottoms get to squirming around something is wrong. I couldn't tell what it was. I pulled out and relubed. He said, "Can we maybe take a break?" I said "Sure, man." He reached back and ripped the condom off himself and threw it on the floor. Then we kissed and cuddled. Now we're rolling around, being silly, and making out. He maneuvers himself so we're lying side by side with him in front. Me: "Let's play a little game. It's called 'just the tip.'" Him: "Uhh, I don't think so." Me: "Come on. I'm just going to brush my cock back and forth. It won't go in." Him: "OK." So I did exactly that. Just smearing my cock around gently on his hole. He started humping a little but not in a way that would get it in. Finally I'm lined up with his hole. I am totally still. And he backs up about two inches -- right onto my swollen, angry cock! Me: "What are you doing?! This is supposed to be 'just the tip.' Don't you realize it's already in you?" Him: "What? It is???" But he made no effort to pull off. Just lay there and acted confused. Then he deliberately pushed back another inch. And when he did that, guys, I slammed it all the rest of the way home. From there on I turned this little condom queen into a bareback bttm. He kept rationalizing it: "Well, I guess if the seal has already been broken, there's no harm in going further." Or, "You know, I think the condom was really affecting both of our performances." Ultimately he was begging for my load and I gave it to him: deep, deep fuckin' inside, where it wasn't coming out easily. I spent the night and we fucked maybe eight times on and off that night and into the next afternoon. When I left, he was calling himself "a little BB bad boy!" He had three loads in him when I left. So the lesson of the story is: If a condom guy needs that to make himself feel comfortable and safe, think about giving him what he needs. It just might get your cum all the way in where it really belongs.

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.

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.

I was breed for the first time by my brother at 16. I love getting fuck raw and the load being left behind.

Well, it's starting… The day after the election (11/4) the Supreme Court will hear a case where a Catholic adoption agency is saying their first amendment religious rights trump the City of Philadelphia's anti-discrimination laws. The Catholics had a contract with the city to handle adoptions for the city. When the city had children it needed adopted they would contract with various agencies to get them adopted. The Catholics refused to place kids with gay families. Since they were doing work for the city (not independently) the city canceled the contract when they refused to abide by the city's law and place kids with gay parents. So far the courts have ruled consistently for the city and against the Catholics. The case isn't about whether Catholics have the right to discriminate when they do adoptions on their own. Saying the city can't demand the city's own contractors abide by the city's anti-discrimination laws when those contractors are performing governmental duties on behalf of the city would be a pretty big landmark decision. https://www.washingtonblade.com/2020/08/19/supreme-court-sets-nov-4-to-hear-if-adoption-agency-can-reject-lgbtq-parents/ https://www.aclu.org/cases/fulton-v-city-philadelphia I'm sure Alito and Thomas will find some justification to side with the Catholics. Where Barrett sides will tell us a lot about how she will be as a Supreme Court justice – whether she's a worst case scenario, or something a bit more moderate. Remember they don't actually have to get rid of gay marriage to put us back to second class citizens. They can just keep chipping away at our rights until our we as a community simply don't have equality.

I haven’t read every post in this thread so maybe this has already been brought up. If you do not go on Prep and become positive, you’re going to HAVE TO take pill(s) everyday, so what’s the big deal with taking a pill for Prep now to protect you from the possible deleterious effects of HIV?

If you’re feeling really insecure, try hanging around the gloryholes and suck a few cocks and swallow a few loads first. That helped me get over any reservations or insecuritiesi would have when I’d first get inside. If you really want to get fucked, try getting a room, lay ass up with the door open and a blindfold or do that on afuck bench/sling. Rejection happens but you have to just move on.

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 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.

I have a regular str8 fuck bud who likes glory hole anal (can’t find a willing woman to ride his thick and 9” with her dirt star) who I text after my boyfriend falls asleep. He pounds me raw through a vinyl glory hole between my garage and wood shop. Easy enough if you have a willing bud and heavy sleeping partner...

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

I have virtually zero interest in anybody younger than 24. I like men, and would rather have a man that knows how to use his prick on a cum hungry whore like myself than an inexperienced newb that doesn't know his ass from his elbow.

Dad’s Basement Part One OFF LIMITS !!!! That’s how it always was, no one had access to the basement except Dad. Growing up I used to imagine that he was a mad scientist and it was his laboratory where he conducted hair raising experiments. As I got older, my thoughts changed - was it his private gym - he was built, but I knew he went to a gym early in the morning - hell I even went with him quite a few times. My mind always wondered, but I never had the chance to go down —— until now. Here it was my eighteenth birthday, I was home alone, which was the norm since Mom ran off with some man she met on the internet when I was starting my teen years and has not been heard from since. It was when I was heading to the kitchen to get my breakfast, that I saw it. The basement door was open, not wide open, but just enough to know someone could go down there. Stomach be damned, my curiosity was strong than my hunger at this point. I had to see what was down there. “Dad, are you home?” I yelled. No response. I made my way to the laundry room, which accessed the garage and saw that his truck was gone. My stomach groaned - not from hunger, but nerves. I made my way through the house, looking for my Dad. I wanted to make sure I was home alone. I was still scared of getting caught in the “forbidden basement.” He was no where to be found in the house, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t hiding some where. Fuck I can’t believe I would think that my own Dad would set me up. I had to make sure. Grabbing my cell, I dialed Dad’s number, he quickly answered after one ring, was he waiting for this call. Was this a set up? “Morning Squirt, what’s up?” he said. Squirt - the nickname he knew I hated, yet called me that when it was just the two of us. “Dad, do you want me to do the yard today?” I asked “It’s your birthday and you want to do yard work? We can do it this weekend, together. Any more silly questions or can I get back to my work so I can be home on time?” he replied. “Yeah, are you coming home early or what, like you said it is my birthday.” “Right now, Squirt, it looks like normal time. Got any other pressing questions?” “Nah, I’m good” I replied. "Bye, Dad.” I hung up and quickly made my way to the basement door. In my mind I expected it to be closed and locked, thinking it was all a trick of my mind. Without knowing it I held my breathe as I made my way to the door, only to slowly release it seeing that the door was still a jar. Nervously, I slowly pushed the door open, exposing the darkened stairs which lead to the mysterious basement below. I squinted my eyes to see if I could see anything in the darkness below. Nothing! That first step was the hardest, I had always known I was not allowed down here, but with finding the door opened I could not help but break the rule. I felt the way to see if I could find a switch to illuminate the mystery, nothing. Another what the fuck? I slowly descended the stairs until I was at the bottom. The nerves in my stomach were twitching so bad that I thought I was going to throw up. I was frozen to the floor, as my hands explored the walls, searching for a light switch. It wasn't long until I found one. I closed my eyes and flipped it, as I thought “let there be light.” At that moment, I wondered if this is really what I wanted. Did I want to know my Dad’s secret? I slowly opened my eyes, finding the room flooded with a red light. The walls were darkly painted and if I were to guess they were black. There was symbols painted on they walls with phrases under them. The one that was the biggest and stood out the most was a circle like symbol, that I had seen somewhere before, but did not know where, and had the phrase under it that said “TOXIC FOR LIFE” Else where there were sayings like “no load refused,” “Seed belongs in holes,” and “gifting is the way” - and more. I didn’t under stand. I slowly moved inwards, noticing a leather pad hanging from chains in one corner, two padded “saw horses” in the middle of the room. What the fuck is this place, I thought. It’s not a gym, because I have never seen equipment like this. As I made my way back, I saw that tucked under the stairs was an open shower area, with white tiles and three heads and two drains. I still didn’t understand. I passed out of that room and into another. The room was painted just like the other, with more phrases. The only different was the symbol, this time there was a huge scorpion on the wall, freaky as shit and ugly as hell. Under the big scorpion was shelves with little brown bottles on them, as well as what looked like plastic bottles filled with a clear liquid. I racked my mind trying to figure out what this shit was and what it was used for. From where I was standing there was a darkened opening to my left and one to my right, leading off to who knows where and what. Being adventurous, I went to the left, it was dark inside so I felt my way. I bumped into the a wall in front of me, but felt an opening to my right, so I turned and continued. I bumped and turned many times again. Shit this was some kind of maze. I panicked, I tried to remember which way I turned and went. What if I get trapped in here and Dad finds me here. I turned and moved, finding relief when I found the opening to get out. I have to be more careful. I discovered nothing with that adventure, so I decided to head to the other opening I went across the room and into through the other opening to find a wall blocking me, but with openings on the left and right. I went left only to find that this lead me to a room with another wall that went completely across the room. I walked to my right keeping a distance from the new wall with my hand on the wall that I first came to. I saw that there was three holes in the wall, which allowed light to come through. I gathered my courage and crossed the room to the middle hole, to discover that the hole came up to about my crotch. I slowly squatted down and looked through the hole - only to see the outside door to the left, which was letting in the light from out side through the frosted windows. I didn’t understand any of this. I went back out and look around the big room again, I failed to notice more shelves holding more brown bottles and plastic squeeze bottles. In each corner was a TV, hung high near the ceiling. As I got back to the stairs, I realized there was another opening on the wall with the light switch. It was still dark inside, so I reached around inside trying to find the new room’s light switch. A musty smell invaded my nostrils, rousing my curiosity, as well as my cock. Why was I turned on by this smell. Moments later I found the switch and found this room was a locker room. The lockers formed a square in the center, yet none were on the outer walls. Entering I found why. There were hundreds of used jocks nailed to the wall with pictures under them. The jocks were stained, some a bright yellow, some creamy, some very dark yellow. I lifted one of the jocks to look at the picture. It was of a naked man who’s cock was hard as a rock, my guess the owner of the jock. I lifted the picture up, to find a name, date, and what looked like a code - numbers mixed with three letters in the middle. Looking around I could see that three walls were almost covered with jocks. The fourth was bare. At this point I wanted out of the basement. I had so many questions, yet I found that I didn’t want to seek the answers to them. Switching off the lights I made my way I back upstairs, climbed them and put the basement door like I found it. My mind was racing - what the fuck was that shit downstairs and what did it all mean. Confused, I wanted answers, but again I didn’t. Was I really suppose to see this? Did Dad make a mistake? I went to my room, grabbed my laptop, determined to find out what all this was, even if it took all day. I logged in and had an email from my Dad pop up on my desk top. It’s subject line was “BASEMENT” - I forgo my searching to read this. It read: Squirt, I left the basement open for you today. It is time you found out what the secret is. It was after your call that I knew you were going to head down there. So here is what I do down there. I SUCK DICK, GET MY DICK SUCKED, FUCK ASS AND GET MY ASS FUCKED. I can only put it bluntly. Yes, son I am a faggot, cocksucker, or if you want me to be pc - I am gay. I built the basement as a sex club for men like me. We get together as much as possible to have sex. There is a sling hanging from the ceiling, fuck benches, a maze with glory holes, and a glory hole wall to suck cock from people not in our “Club.” I have well stocked it will lube and poppers (you snort to get a rush - not drugs), the TV’s are for porn. I am sure you are wondering what are on the walls. Son, we are a Poz Fuck Club, each of the members is HIV positive and each man enjoys passing his strain to others. We do not let loads of cum go to waste - we swallow and we breed. The jocks and pictures are of men who had been converted by our club members. I know this may shock you, that your Dad is a toxic cock slut, but after discovering what you were watching on line, I thought it was time for you to know, learn and maybe join in (this part makes my cock hard) Don’t be embarrassed - I want you to be open about sex even with me. I will be open with you. We will talk more when I get home. Happy Birthday Son Love ya, Dad I read the email over and over. He knew what I watched on line. I was so scared that if he ever discovered my secret, it would either scare him or anger him, not turn him on. I needed to talk my mind off him and the basement until he got home. So I headed to the living room to watch movies until he got home.

What was going to be 1 load from a FWB turned into 7 loads from 6 guys. Here’s what happened: FWB messaged me saying he wanted to pump and dump (he loves when I get blindfolded for him and leave my door open). He also loves a cummy hole to eat and breed, so like the good sub I am I got 2 loads before he showed up, and plugged between each guy. First guy said he wanted another go once I got a couple loads so he came back and gave me another (my fourth) I was still craving cum so I hit up another FWB and he brought a buddy of his to tag team me. They stuffed me on both ends, then after my FWB’s buddy bred me I cleaned him off without him even asking while my FWB filled me with his seed. First time I ever cleaned off a cock before and I couldn’t keep my mouth off him. Plug went back in to wait for the last guy. Last but not least is a dom daddy guy I’ve been wanting to get bred by for a long time. He wanted to be last and said he was gonna stretch me after breeding me. He fucked my brains out, and in the process churned those loads in and out of my hole. Almost took his fist, then he plugged me back up. Left me marked on the outside and in. Jerked off to some cum pig hypno porn and blew a huge load. Was a damn good night. 😈🐽

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.

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

This is part 1 of a new series. The first part contains no sex and is a setup for more to come. I promise that the lack of sex in this part will be heavily compensated for in parts to come. For now, enjoy reading 🙂 -- Part 1 Growing up, it was just my dad (Baxter Sloan), me (Joseph Sloan) and my older brother (Samuel Sloan). Mom left soon after I was born to marry some rich guy who loved her but didn't want the add-on baggage of 2 kids. So, the responsibility to raise me and my brother fell on my dad, who did the best he could to provide for us. My dad was only 21 when Sam was born and being a young single dad, he was a very involved parent. From a young age, I was an exemplary student. By the time I was 12, I was already in high school and graduated at 15 as a valedictorian. I started college soon after and graduated at 19 with a degree in software engineering with minors in business and statistics. While in my senior year, I started working on a project which became a business when I graduated. After expanding my business over the next few years, I finally sold it when I was 25 for a 9 figure number. Needless to say, I was set for life at this point. But after selling my company, I started experiencing a slump. Success, while wonderful, can also lead you to wonder if there's more than just money and power. Don't get me wrong, it's great to have both but having tasted both, I needed more. In some ways, I was experiencing a pre-midlife crisis at 25 which led me to make the decision that would change everything. I decided to head home to see my family whom I hadn't seen in over 5 years. -- When I left for college, I'd make it a point to come home twice a year to visit dad and Sam. In my senior year, the workload from school and my project prevented me from traveling home and after graduation, the singular focus to make my business work made me ignore my family. We'd still talk but I was distant and more engrossed with my work than listening to dad talk about small town life and his business. I figured as long as I sent nice gifts on Christmas, things would be all right. Before you judge me, you should know that I had a reason to be distant with my family. When I was 15 I came out to my dad who didn't take it very well. He didn't say anything much and kept his distance. I did it a few days before I left for junior year to avoid any awkwardness but his response to it really drove a wedge between us. My brother was cool with it, which was my only respite. Over the last 2 years I had spoken to dad twice and Sam a couple of times, so things weren't exactly very familial between us. Going home after all this time was going to be awkward but I needed to do this. I had nothing going on for me and I figured being home for sometime would give me perspective on my next steps and it'd be nice to go back to my hometown after over a decade away. -- When my flight landed at the airport, I wasn't expecting Sam to be there waiting for me. A little background on Sam- I had last seen him 5 years ago. At the time he was a lean toned guy, working in my dad's plumbing business and looking like every small-town dude who enjoyed the relaxed life and to whom the world at large started and ended within the confines of the town. He was smart too but he didn't put in the effort at school and was happy to start working for dad when he graduated. Not that dad was complaining. I think dad was happy to have one kid at home, even if he would never admit it. They were extremely similar too, which was why dad and Sam had a stronger bond than me and dad. The Sam standing in front of me outside the airport looked nothing like the Sam I remembered. This Sam was a beast. At 6'0, he was approximately 220 pounds of muscle. Wide chest, thick arms and legs, a thick neck and a buzzcut, gave him the appearance of someone you didn't want to fuck with. In just a t-shirt and shorts, both a size too tight for his frame, he was a walking wet dream. The second he saw me, he rushed over and gave me a giant bear hug. Almost lifting me off my feet, he pulled me in for a long hug while rubbing my back. When he finally let me go, his hand slipped down a little and grazed against my butt. "Holy fuck Sam, you look so different man," I exclaimed, finding it harder to not stare and drool at him. "Hahaha, yeah been a while you've seen me little bro. Looks good doesn't it," saying this, he flexed his left arm at me. I'm not sure how his sleeves didn't just rip off but they looked awfully close to, judging by the bulk of his bicep and tricep. Not wanting to stare and freak him out, I nudged him playfully and asked him where he was parked. In 10 minutes, we were on our way to the farm. The drive to our farm would take a little over 2 hours. Once we hit the road, we started catching up with each other. Sam asked me a lot of questions about my work and my life, revealing very little of his own. While we were chatting, I finally took a good look at my brother and started to observe some interesting things. At first glance, it wasn't obvious but through the confines of his shirt, I could make out his large nipples. I wasn't sure but they looked pierced, based on the tiny lumps on either side of each nipple. Tattoos filled every part of the exposed skin on his arms, leading up to his neck and sliding inwards towards his chest. A padlock chain on his collar with an actual lock, hung from his neck. Without being obvious, I took a sneak peek at his crotch and holy fuck, was that thing massively bulging. Whether this was natural or a sock stuffed in, it was hard to say but it sure was impressive. It was so weird how turned on I was by my big brother. I needed to keep it in check but his very presence was making it very difficult. "So how's dad? Has been a while since I last saw him?" I asked, changing the subject. I needed a distraction and this was the best and only way to do so. "Dad's great. He's so psyched to see you. Keeps telling everyone about you coming home." That made me feel guilty. All this time, I thought he wasn't particularly happy about me so to find out how happy he was to see me again did made me feel bad about ignoring him. "Hey, you okay dude?" my brother asked, observing the guilt on my face. "Yeah its fine. Just...never mind." An awkward silence followed us for the next hour of driving until we finally pulled up to our house. The house that I remembered from last time was not the house I came back to. For one thing, there was now an actual 7 feet wall surrounding the place with an electronic gate. The rusty beaten down path leading from the road to the house had been replaced with an actual functional driveway. The house itself had been freshly painted and possibly renovated, making it look actually nice and kinda classy (given the surroundings). "Whoa, what happened to the Sloan pad?" I asked in disbelief to a visibly grinning Sam. "A lot has changed Joe, you'll see for yourself," he remarked. While we were pulling out my stuff from the car, the front door opened and out walked my dad. If the changed Sam had been a surprise, my dad was a shock. 5 years ago, my dad was a lean 6'4 guy with a clean shaved face and a cap on his head at all times. The man in front of me looked nothing like the man I remembered. He had ballooned up to become a muscle daddy. His body was absolutely massive with everything as wide as it could be. He had a bit of a muscle gut but it suited him. What was more shocking was the way he was dressed up. Gone were the flannel shirts and denims. In front of me was a man wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless vest, with the front completely open. On his chest were 2 very visibly protruding nipple piercings that had caused them to puff out obscenely. My dad was an extremely hirsute guy (always has been) but I could make out some tattoos on his skin as well. "There's my boy," dad rumbled and practically jumped over to where I was standing. He grabbed me in a hug and lifted me off the ground, smashing our chests together. His grip was tight enough to cause my lean muscular body to be absorbed into his bulk, smushing every part of us together. I was impressed, given that I take after my dad and stand at 6'2, which he easily lifted like I was paper. While we were hugging, I could smell the strong smell of sweat, beer and smoke on him, making me a little horny. I had to fight every instinct to not get aroused in front of dad, but it wasn't easy. "Hey dad, long time no see," I said as he let me go and dropped me to the ground. Without responding, dad hugged me again, only this time he sniffled and shook a little. Watching my formerly emotionally steady father cry out of happiness was not what I was expecting. We stood there for half a minute until he composed himself and detached. "A'ight, lets get you in boy" dad said, grabbing one of my things and started to walk towards the house. Sam and I followed him inside, which had changed significantly since I had last seen it. Before, it looked like a bachelor pad with things lying around, packets of easy-made food on the kitchen counter and empty bottles in the corner. Now, it was completely clean with a leather couch in the center, nicely done wallpapers and actual furniture. "What happened here? You guys won a lottery or something?" I was in shock, how did dad and Sam manage all this with their small town plumbing business. My dad let out a big laugh and slapped my back. "All in good time son, for now wash up and come downstairs. We have things to discuss." His tone meant business and even though I was an almost 26 year old successful former business owner, I felt like a ten year old boy that had to do what dad said. Sam helped me carry my stuff upstairs to my old room and left me in there. Normally, I'd take my time to wash up. But dad had meant business when he told me to come downstairs and I had questions of my own. How was their life so different and how were they so different all of a sudden? It made no sense and I needed answers. --- An hour later, the 3 of us were downstairs in the living area drinking beer. Dad and Sam were on either side of the couch while I was sitting opposite them. Dad was worried I was in trouble which is why I had reached out to them. When I told him that wasn't the case and I was just here to figure out my next steps, he looked relieved. He asked me point blank how long was I intending to stay. Unsure of what he wanted to hear, I told them I'd be here for no more than 10 days. "Hell no boy. You come back after 5 years and all you give me is 10 lousy days. You ain't leaving before the months up," my dad laid down the law. By the serious expression on his face, I knew better than to counter. Truthfully, I was relieved. Part of me needed time to figure things out and having a month's time to do so would be perfect. The conversation moved on to other things before I ended up asking about the house and the renovations. On doing so, my dad and my brother shared a look before my dad said anything. "Son, there are things you need to know about us." I kept quiet, letting him continue whatever he needed to tell me. "But first, I wanted to say how sorry I am for how I was when ya told me you were gay." That was a big surprise, considering I never imagined him feeling any remorse. He continued, "you should know, it wasn't because you were gay. Couldn't care less about that. I was just surprised you know, by how brave you were. Braver than your old man could ever be." For the second time that day, I saw my dad cry. Before I could do anything, Sam slid next to him and pulled dad in for a hug. Dad grabbed Sam in his arms and broke down, while Sam gently held him and let him vent it out. If it wasn't my dad and my brother, I'd think they were lovers. It took my dad a few minutes to compose himself, before he sat back up, took a deep breath and stared right into my eyes. "Son, I'm gay too. And so is your brother."

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

So, im a new slut, 25 yo but look 17, i am new to saunas and etc... im having a hard time trying to figure out if the men are open to me or not. Sometimes guys just look at me touching their balls and other make sounds... but idk, im very afraid of getting close and be rejected. How do you experient whores know when to aproach the men?? how do you know if its safe to get close or touch him? I think im missing a lot of good fucks due my insecurity

I can think of better places to stash a big bag of meth... Course it would mean a chance of forum.

Chubby cumdump in Las Vegas. No loads refused, I don’t care what you look like. Your first name (or a name you'll respond to):Chris (faggot if you so chooose) Your cell number (for texts and voice calls):615-491-4732 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code):las Vegas 89119. Spencer and Tropicana area Times you're generally not available: currently available anytime Age:43 Height:6’1” Weight:260 Ethnicity:white

Here's a little anatomy/physiology explanation of what is in semen and how it's made. [think before following links] https://medlineplus.gov/ency/anatomyvideos/000121.htm

That brings up an interesting theoretical question. If we assume, for the sake of argument, that people who claim to be in their mid-20's are actually 2-3 years younger; and we take notice of the fact that men in their 50's with some frequency claim to be "late 40's" and the gap persists thereafter; it stands to reason that at some point between those two, people are actually generally honest about their ages. I'm wondering what the mid-point is - that is, at what point does the the likelihood that someone's overstating his age get passed up by the likelihood he's understating it?

Rejection is part of life but I doubt you get much rejection for about 20 years. If a guy smiles, grabs his balls or similar just lick your lips and he will approach you. If you are at a bathhouse don't be afraid to make the first move because there are 20++ to 50 other Bottoms looking to be Fucked. If you get rejected just move on, there is always another stiff dick.

If you ever holiday here in London UK, let me know your hotel room and i'd happily give you a load or two as well.

This section is about watersports, not scat. I just realized there were threads about scat here (with pics). Those pics are illegal (they're "obscene"). Anyone contributing to a discussion about scat or posting scat pics will get an infraction. Incidental, passing references are fine, but not dedicated threads. Pics are never OK.

Moderator’s Note: This rule isn’t up for discussion.

Yeah there's an adrenaline rush as you hear the door open and wait for the guy to get behind and mount you. Plus not seeing faces makes it all about the feel of the dick inside you, getting pounded and feeling a guy unload inside.

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

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

I had a buddy (marine) that owned my ass on the DL, during "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" era. He would call and say to be sure and leave the door unlocked and have my ass ready to take his seed....He was straight up masculine and said I own yer ass as my property and you will submitt! I had three years of bliss....so hot!

That's how I felt like about 10 years ago. I just couldn't get the thought out of my mind.

Two weeks ago, I was horned up from filthy-talking on BBRTS and found a guy on DL who wanted some early AM public action at a rest stop in a small county off 84. So I show up, no cars, wait, in pulls this cowboy, rubs his wrangler bulge on the way in. Mormon, wife and babies at home, I’m sure. Large hit of poppers. Go in and knelt right down next to him at the urinal. Maybe 7 inches. Wrap my lips around his cock and push down into his dill-pickle smelling pubes and whip out his horned-up nuggets to squeeze and lick. I’m a filthy fucker, so I’m pulling him back and forth down my throat by his ass cheeks, Denim-covered chew can in my left hand. Most horned up straight guys cum quick and I could tell his wife never sucked his dick after he put a ring on it. He’s getting there and my hungry hole wants that breeders load. I back off his cock and put my hands to work as he’s about to get his rocks off. I stand up in front of him, slicked up prick in my right hand as I slowly bend over and reveal my hole, held open with a steel tunnel plug. I stroke and squeeze a few more times as he starts to shutter, grunt and I push that warmed up metal insert right up against the tip of his bucking cock I’m pulling in. I feel his baby batter nut hit four or more inches inside my hungry anus. I keep him held against that fuck hole plug for four or five more spurts as my hole felt warm and his throbbing stopped. Like all married guys, he pulled up his pants and dashed in a flash but I think he enjoyed it as he tipped his Cowboy hat to me as he drove away in his truck.

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.

I’m a whore because I let total strangers fuck me raw and cum in me. I’m a whore because I want men to use my holes and want to please men and give them a place to dump a load. I’m a whore because I take all loads.

Just become single or at least be upfront with husband about what you want and need.

I wasn't implying the op was territorial. That comment was giving the Dom's perspective and why he wasn't direct in the fact that he was seeing other guys. I agree the op just needs to ask his Sir if the relationship is exclusive or not and go from there. Sub's must follow orders, but personal I feel a sub has a right on choosing what Master to follow

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

Chapter Eight Jack fucked me until I passed out again. When I woke up it was day and I was in the bed alone. First thing I did was race to the bathroom and try to force my dick down to piss. It felt like a gallon came out before it even slowed. When I was done I was still hard, not a new thing for me at all. There was a shower and I was obviously ripe so I climbed in to hose myself off. I was sore all over, it felt like I had hit it way too hard at the gym and every muscle I had was paying for it now. My dick would not go down so it decided for me to toss one off before the day started. I lathered it up and began to stroke, my mind wandering to the way Cheryl looked riding my cock in her bedroom. I stroked and stroked, imaging every position I could with her but nothing. If anything I was getting soft. Shit, now I was horny and my dick was on strike. “Fuck it,” I said looking around for some shampoo or something. There was a caddy in the back and along with various bottles, a clear rubber dick was just sitting there like that was normal. It was huge, I mean not me huge but fucking big. I pulled it out to laugh at it and saw there was a suction cup on the end of it. Not sure why it needed one but I stroked my dick, trying to compare the lengths. For some reason holding the fake dick was turning me on, which was weird. My ass kept relaxing, like opening and closing and my dick was really responding. “Oh come on,” I muttered as I realized what the suction cup was for. No, no way. I was not doing this. Whatever happened last night was last fucking night and I refuse to keep doing it. Jack and Mr. Blackthorn got me drunk and that was that. No way I am doing that gay shit again... My dick was sticking straight up as flashes of last night played out in my mind. “NO.” I said gritting my teeth, but my dick was not budging. I put the dick down and started to stroke again, every single naked woman I could image flashing through my mind, but not one reaction from my cock. I started stroking faster but nothing, god I was so fucking horny, I needed to cum. But my dick was playing games. I moved one hand behind me and slipped a soapy finger inside of me, just to see if it did anything. My dick pulsed in my hand, and I slid two fingers in. “Shit, shit...” I panted as I fingerfucked myself. My cock was loving this and I felt my own ass back into my fingers. It was turning me on, but not enough. I couldn't get my fingers deep enough to get me off, though I was trying my hardest. I stopped to catch my breath, and looked down at the dick. My mouth actually watered as I looked at it. “God fucking damnit!” I swore, grabbing the plastic dick and slamming the end to the far wall. It hung there, bobbing on the wall, waiting for me. “Just one time,” I said to myself, “Just get myself off and then it's over.” I lathered up my ass and then covered the plastic dick as well, and backed myself up against it. I had to spread my own cheeks to get it access, it took a couple of stabs before I was able to get the thick head to my hole. Once wedged in I pushed back, my ring expanding around the girth, a loud gasp escaping my mouth as it popped inside of me. “Oh god...”I moaned as I pushed it farther and farther into me. Once my ass was against the wall I pulled off of it, the whole length of it sliding out of my tight ass, causing my eyes to roll back into my head. Before the head could pop out I pushed back hard, and the whole length penetrated me, flashes of light danced in front of my eyes. The shower wasn't that big and I was pretty tall so I was able to plant my hands on one side of the shower while my ass backed up onto the other. I started to rock onto the plastic cock, relishing the way my ass felt as it plunged in and out of me as I moved. God this felt fucking incredible, as the familiar fog of my libido descended on me I realized I wished it was bigger. Not caring anymore I began to slam myself back onto the cock as hard as I could. I wanted it deeper...no I needed it deeper. My ass was hungry and I needed more in me. “Not an ass...” a voice trailed through my mind. No one was here, no would could hear me... “Fuck my pussy,” I panted as I reared back, “Yeah, shove it in my jock pussy...fill me...breed me daddy...” Just the word daddy made my cock jerk and I realized I was close to cumming already. “Fuck your boy, please daddy fuck your jock bitch...” My words were pushing me over the edge and the sound of my ass slapping against the wall as my tight pussy swallowed the whole length of the cock was loud as shit. “Harder, fuck me harder daddy...please...fuck your jock...” Images of Jack and Blackthorn raced through my head, my imagination pretending it was one of them behind me. I was really going at it now, my ass was aching for this dick, my pussy was hungry...so hungry. The images moved from guys on the team fucking me and then just random guys I'd seen in the hall. My teachers...my friends...strangers...all their cocks...in me...filling me... My cock exploded on it's own, I hadn't even touched it and it was firing off loads of cum like it was my first wet dream. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...” I chanted as my jock pussy clenched down on the dick again and again and again. Finally I just stood there, plastic dick in my ass, cum dripping off my abs down into the drain. I slowly pulled myself off the dick and I swear, my ass felt an ache as it left. I stood up and rinsed myself off, my dick still half swollen even after all that. What the fuck was wrong with me? I felt guilty and ashamed but also, so, so fucking turned on. I got out and dried off, my clothes were on a chair waiting for me. I got dressed, grabbed my keys and raced downstairs. I didn't know if someone was there or not, I just ran to my car and took off. I needed to get home, needed to clear my head. Needed to get this shit out of my brain. I got home and my dad was at work and my mom must have been shopping. I took another shower, this time without fucking myself, and changed my clothes. I felt a thousand times better, more like myself. What happened yesterday was like a dream, not real. Like it had happened to someone else. That wasn't me, that was just...insanity. I checked the time and saw I could still make my afternoon classes and practice if I booked. I grabbed my stuff and headed back to school, sure that whatever all that was it was over. I walked into the lunchroom and grabbed some food and sat down with the guys, “What's up? I asked. “Hey man, how's it hanging?” one of them asked. “Little to the left but I manage.” We all laughed and I felt my last doubts fade, yeah that was all behind me now. “Hey you,” Jack whispered in my ear, “How's my pussy?” My ass opened automatically and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I pulled away, “Get off man!” Jack laughed, “Jeez dude chill, what's up your ass?” He sat down, like nothing had happened, like he hadn't talked me into all that. “I ain't talking to you,” I said standing up, leaving my food on the table. I began to walk away and he came up behind me, “What in the fuck is your problem?” I turned to look at him and whispered. “You know what my fucking problem is!” He pushed me out of the lunchroom and into the boy's bathroom, “What are you trying to do? Get caught?” “Fuck off Jack!” “Why are you so pissed?” “You know what you did!” He cocked his head and grinned, “You mean fuck you?” I looked around and shushed him, “Yeah, that was not cool!” “You liked it!” he said laughing, “You were begging for it!” “I was drunk!” I hissed. “Oh really? Off one glass of wine?” “Whatever, you know I was fucked up.” He came off the wall and walked towards me, “I know a lot of things Ev.” I took a step back and felt the wall against my back. “I know you rode my cock like a fucking whore all night,” his hand was over my growing dick, “I know you were backing up on Blackthorn's cock like it had the cure to cancer,” he was now tracing the outline of my head through my jeans, “And I know you busted a nut every time my cock was in you.” His other hand popped the top button of his jeans and he opened them up. “Every. Time.” He pulled his cock out of his underwear and held it in his hand, “You aren't drunk now, are you?” I couldn't stop staring at his dick, I just shook my head. “You know you want to.” “I-I don't...” I said, transfixed by it. He brought his hand up to my mouth and he said, “You're drooling again.” I looked up at him and our eyes locked. He smiled at me and put a hand on my shoulder, and pushed down. I was almost five inches taller than Jack and a fuck load stronger, but as he pushed down, my knees buckled and I went knelt down in front of his cock. “Lick it,” he commanded. I looked up, silently pleading with him not to make me do this. “Lick it you pussy...” The name made something inside me move and my tongue darted out and licked his head. “More.” Like I was controlled I started to suck Jack's cock, each lick turning me on more and more. I licked around his shaft and he guided my head with his hands. “Yeah, come on big guy, show me how bad you want this.” I moaned around his cock, because I did want this. I hated it and wanted to scream, but I wanted his cock so bad. I worked his cock the best I could, miking every drop of precum out of him. He pulled back and his dick slapped up against his shirt, leaving a wet spot from my spit. “Get in a stall.” I shook my head no but he guided me in like I was fucking cattle. “Lower your jeans.” I unbuttoned my pants and lowered them to my knees. “I see you found a jock,” he said with a smile. I nodded, not sure what I was supposed to do. He turned me around and kicked my legs out wider. I balanced myself against the stall door as he pulled my cheeks apart and started eating out my hole. The tip of his tongue trace the outside of my hole and it fluttered open by itself. I bit my bottom lip as he entered me, his warm tongue sending shock waves of sex throughout my body. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry out, but I forced myself not to. Instead I took one hand and pushed his face deeper into my ass as I pushed back. God it was just his tongue but I was already losing it. What the fuck was wrong with me? Here I was in a public bathroom getting eaten out by my best friend and I loved it. He worked over my hole for nearly a minute, my cock sticking out the side of my jock, a single drop of precum falling from it's tip. When he pulled off my ass I gasped and looked behind me in panic, I wanted more. He smiled and said, “Sit.” My common sense said not to, to just jerk off and forget it. But his cock was just hovering there, so thick...so fucking warm... I slowly moved over to his lap and lowered myself down onto his cock. He guided the tip into my hole and I let out an audible moan, which caused his other hand to cover my mouth. “Shut up bitch, you wanna get caught?” I didn't care, the moment his tip touched my hole I pushed down, my ass begging for his cock like a baby wanting candy. Within seconds I was bottomed out on him, the burn in my ass was a small price to pay for what his cock was doing to me. He let go of my mouth and grabbed my hips, raising me slightly and then lowering me. Just an inch at a time his cock began to fuck me, and before too long I was doing it myself. I was riding his cock without his help at all. “Yeah, come on bitch,” he said quietly, “Ride my cock...show me what your pussy wants.” My bottom lip was numb I was biting it so hard. The only sound in the bathroom was my ass hitting his thighs as I bounced up and down on his hard cock. “What are you doing Ev?” he asked. “Fucking my pussy...” I chanted as I went up and down, “Fucking my jock pussy...” “Yeah you are...you like that don't you?” he said thrusting up as I came down. “Jack...fuck me...fuck me...” “Good...” he said and then pushed me off his dick, “Straddle me this way.” I jumped back on his cock, now I was staring him in the face. He just smiled at me as I slammed my ass down on his cock for all my might. He brought his hands up to my head and pulled me in for a kiss. At first I hesitated but he thrust up again and in the moan he was able to slip his tongue into my mouth and I started responding. We were making out hard as he fucked me, I was starting to sweat again and my cock was weeping precum like crazy. He stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes, “So you like this?” I nodded. “You want more of this?” I nodded again. His hands went around my throat and squeezed, “Then never fucking talk back to me again bitch,” I gasped as he cut off my air, “You will do as I say without question, you hear me?” I tried to pull his hands off but they were latched on there. “Do you hear me?” I nodded, feeling my lungs start to burn. “You're my jock pussy now, you can call yourself straight or bi or whatever you want, but when I tell you to do something you do it.” Spots began to form in my eyes as he thrust into my harder and harder. “You get that? You belong to me now Everett, you get that?” I nodded weakly, realizing I was about to cum and pass out, “Whose pussy is this?” he asked with one final thrust into my tight ass. He let go of my throat and my cock exploded between us. “Your pussy, your pussy Jack...” I gasped as my own cum hit my face again, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry...” I whined as I leaned in and started kissing him. “It's your pussy Jack, always yours...” I kissed and licked his face as my dick emptied itself one spurt at a time. His dick expanded and I could feel his hot cum paint the inside of my ass. “You're mine Ev...” he said pulling me into a kiss, “You're mine.” I kissed him back, knowing he was absolutely right.

PART 3: “Are- Are you okay?” asked a gruff voice. Having opened the exit door to the alleyway, Chad was illuminated from behind by the lights inside, and front-lit with the minimal light in the alleyway. He wore an expression that bounced between confusion, anger, and surprise. I couldn’t blame him given what he just witnessed. Here I was, standing over the sadistic man’s body, one foot pressed tight against his throat. It only took a few seconds for me to flatten the man out, and Chad witnessed it all. The man relied on his sheer strength, and had absolutely little experience in real hand-to-hand combat. Pathetic. All that muscle and no real skill to put it to use. “What? Oh, yea, nothing I couldn’t handle!” I exclaimed. I looked down at the helpless man beneath me and leaned in to say, “Like I said, I wouldn’t have done that if I were you. Now, you’re going to leave me alone and never bother me again, got it!?” I pressed my foot further into his throat. He gasped and struggled beneath me. Trying to force my foot off his throat. It didn’t take long for him to realize he had lost, and so he nodded in agreement. I released my foot, and walked towards Chad. The man stumbled to his feet, barely, and ran from the alley. I looked at Chad. His jaw and fists were clenched. He was seeing red. I stood squarely in front of him, grabbed his face between my hands and forced him to look at me. “I handled it. Relax.” I forced my calmness onto him with my words, my touch, and my presence. Finally, his rage relented and he calmed. I pushed him back inside into the corridor. “What the fuck happened?” he asked. “That man got a piece of my ass, then decided he owned me. No one owns me. No one ever will.” I weighed the last two sentences with as much gravity as I could. Chad was looking me in the eyes, and saw a flash of something dark cross my eyes. He gulped, but thankfully didn’t push me for details about something I wasn’t ready to discuss. “That was Rex. He’s dangerous. I wanna say you’re lucky to be in one piece…but after what I just witnessed, I think I’d better reserve that statement for him.” This was more than I’ve ever heard Chad say! He was usually so quiet, but I think the shock made him nervously more talkative. “His crew and ours have had some issues in the past. They tend to think bottoms are to be used and thrown away. They’ll drug unwilling bottoms and fuck them nonstop without consent, and that isn’t cool with us. Consent matters. We’ve tried to protect people from them, but they’re pretty built and strong and our last brawl ended up in a draw. Poor Steven ended up with a few broken ribs, and we all had at least one black eye. I’ve never seen anyone flatten him out like that” Chad let out the cutest smirk. “Fuck, you’re something else, Slade.” He reached out a hand and wiped some grime off my face. I’ve never heard him say so much. “Thanks,” I blushed. “By the way, how’d you know I was out there?” Chad softened his smirk, but maintained it, “Toby and Steven told me about your plan, and I was heading back to drop a load in you. When I got near the corridor I heard something slam against the door. I couldn’t have imagined in a million years seeing you standing over his body like that. How’d you do that?” Before I forced a half-assed, dismissive answer, we were thankfully interrupted by Steven. “You bone him yet, man? Toby said his ass was the best! I can’t wait for my turn. His mouth was so good!” “Not yet, but why don’t you two join me the bathroom for a good ole’ fashioned spitroast?” I exclaimed, hoping to get my plan back on schedule. I rubbed my hands over both their bulges. Lust filled both their eyes as I brushed intentionally against their bodies to get to the bathroom. Inside, the bathroom was dimly lit, and surprisingly only occupied by one guy at the urinal. He was turned away, so I couldn’t tell how he looked. Steven leaned down to me and whispered, “The middle stall has two gloryholes, one on each side.” I bee-lined it for the middle stall. Inside, I stripped my clothes off, except the jockstrap, and hung everything on the hook inside. The boys entered the stall on either side. I sat on the toilet and waited barely a second when their two cocks entered through the holes. Steven’s beautiful 10.5” cock that I had sucked earlier was to my right, and Chad’s extra-thick 10” cock was to my right. I began salivating. I gently stroked both with each hand before leaning in to take Steven’s pole in my mouth. I managed to deepthroat him while also stroking off Chad. I heard them both groan. There were additionally noises in the bathroom – more men must have entered, but I didn’t care. After a few minutes of lubricating Steven’s dick with my spit, I stood up after removing the plug in me (placing it on the back of the toilet) and bent over, placing my hole at his cock tip and pushed back. My hole, leaking plenty of cum, swallowed his entire pole in one swift motion. He let out a loud groan. Once he was deep in me, I took Chad’s cock into my mouth…well, as much as I could. He was SO thick I could barely get him halfway down my throat. I was really pushing my skills to their limits taking him in me. I decided to build up to a proper deepthroat, so I licked and slurped what I could of his dick as I felt Steven begin to withdraw and plunge his dick in me. I was licking, slurping, moaning, and being fucked hard. I was in heaven. I worked both cocks the best of my abilities. I used my ass muscles to pleasure Steven, while using every ounce of oral skill to take Chad deep in my throat. I actually managed after a few minutes. Here I was in a bar bathroom being spitroasted through gloryholes, taking my two new friends’ dicks deep in my holes. It must have been a solid 15 minutes before Steven slammed deep into me depositing his load. I pulled off his dick when he was done, and spun around to ride Chad’s dick. Both men joined me in moaning loudly at once. I moaned because Chad’s dick felt huge in my hole. It was stretching me out so much! Chad moaned because my sloppy hole felt amazing, and Steven moaned as I gently wrapped my mouth around his now sensitive cum-slick dick and cleaned him off. Chad kept pounding at my hole while Steven withdrew his cock. He brought his face to the gloryhole to see my blissful expression. “I’m gonna go back to the guys. That was the best fuck ever! Your hole is amazing!” I managed a smile between moans of pleasure. Steven unlocked his stall and left. His absence was noted for all of 5 seconds before another man entered the stall and presented me with an average sized dick to suck. I hungrily devoured it. Between the blowjob and now my ass milking his cock, Chad didn’t last too long and blew a HUGE load in me. Even bigger than the load by the sadistic man, Rex. I repeated my switch-up from before, sitting back on the new cock, while cleaning up Chad’s cock until he was clean and fully soft. He managed a quiet “Fuck…that was awesome. See you out there, and good luck!” before leaving his stall. I heard a lot of voices in the bathroom and realized they were talking about the slut in the middle stall. Altogether there must have been at least 5 distinct voices I could discern. There were probably more laying about quietly. I felt a shiver run down my spine in anticipation of being gangbanged at a gloryhole. I didn’t have to wait long for another cock to slide through the empty gloryhole in the stall Chad had vacated. I hungrily sucked on the new cock as well. I sucked every cock that came through the gloryholes until the opposing cock had unloaded in me, and switched. This pattern continued for at least an hour. I kept count of the loads I collected and reached 18 loads in my hole. I also managed at least 5 loads in my throat. Toby fucked me amidst those 18 men, as did Stanley. Toby I recognized the minute his massive cock slid through the gloryhole for me to suck. Stanley turned out to have a giant 10” dick as well, but I didn’t know it was him until I heard a notification on my phone. It was a text from Stanley who took a pic of me over the stall, thrusting back onto his dick. He sent a smiley face with “Thank you, slut!” I was in cloud nine. Ofcourse, this was where everything went to shit. I heard a notification on my phone, and glanced at it while I was being pumped full of cum by a cock through the gloryhole. The other stall was empty. I fucked up! – Chad What do you mean? – Me Idiot told Ryan about you being attacked by Rex, and Ryan started to see red and left to go after him. – Toby Well, fuck. This was not going well. I pulled off the spent dick, and threw on my clothes and left the stall. I went towards the interior of the bar and looked for my new friends. Thankfully Chad and Steven were tall, and therefore noticeable among the crowd. They were hanging with Toby and Stanley near the entrance, wearing concerned looks. I ran up to them, and we exited the bar, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…he didn’t let me finish!” Chad exclaimed. He was so apologetic, his head hanging in shame. “So he doesn’t know what happened to Rex? Or that I’m OK?” I asked. “I tried telling him, but he pushed me away and ran out the door.” “OK, hey…Chad, it’s fine. This is my fault.” And it really was. I tried to manipulate a scenario between Ryan and I, and that was stupid. I tempted fate…however, self-derision would have to wait. “Where would he go to find Rex?” Stanley chimed in for once. “Rex and his crew usually hang out at their pal Chris’ place on weekends. It’s at least 14 blocks away. I doubt Ryan was thinking straight so he’s probably walking or jogging there. We might catch him if we drive. C’mon, my car is around the corner!” We all ran quickly behind Stanley and piled into his car. I sat between Toby and Stanley in the back, as the two taller men sat in the front, and the Stanley drove us off, navigating the streets adeptly. A few minutes later, Toby yells out, “Is that Ryan!?” Sure enough, Ryan is jogging down the sidewalk. I tell Stanley to get ahead of him and for Toby to let me out of the car. I run right at Ryan, screaming his name, hoping he can hear me through the rage he is feeling. He does, and slows down, but I can tell he is angry. My presence has thankfully shaken him of his rage just a bit. He grabs me gently and hugs me, pushes me back and examines me, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Like I did with Chad, I put his face between my hands, feeling his stubble, and speak with a commanding but calm voice, “I’m fine, Ry! I’m fine…please, stop this!” “I don’t want to see you hurt…I can’t…I can’t lose you!” He is visibly shaking, trying to calm himself down, so I put my hands behind his neck and pull him in to me for a kiss. A gentle kiss. An electric kiss. Soon, he melts into me and holds me tight by my waist as our kiss unfolds. I’ve never been kissed like this. It feels…epic. This is the kind of kiss movies make us fantasize about. The world spinning as we stand still in one another’s arms. Music – an epic trailer type of music – swelling in the background, to a loud crescendo as out lips caress one another. Turns out, the music was just Toby being an ass over the car speakers, but otherwise, the kiss was perfection! I finally peel myself away from his lips and slide my hands down his strong arms, and hold his hands. “Hey, Ry…let’s get out of here, let’s go somewhere we can talk.” He nods, and follows me to the car, where I end up sitting on his lap as Stanley drives us to Toby and Steven’s place. He holds me tight, even when we arrive and have to walk through the parking garage to the elevator. His hands are always holding onto me…and I don’t mind it.

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Chapter 3 "SLAP, SLAP, SLAP" were the next sounds I heard. They were loud and echoed for a moment. I froze. Tried to figure out where it came from. Then, an unmistakable muffled combo scream and groan from the same direction. And again, another series of slaps and muffled scream and groan. "What the fuck?" i said out loud. The sound of chains could then be heard and more slaps, screams and moans. Suddenly all was drowned out by some loud dance music playing all around me. I still was frozen and stood there with little of what I had been told to put on. I felt a hand on my ass while a powerful arm wrapped around my chest from behind as I was lifted up and held there. A light rubbing of a hard dick could be felt as a tongue began to lick my neck. "Lets get this party movin white boy. I am going to set you down and I expect you to get this gear on quickly. Dont look back. Just put the shit on." I was let down. The voice had intent and didnt sound like he was going to wait much longer. I returned to putting on the gear left for me as quickly as I could. I began wondering more if this was a good idea or not. I hadnt played with many black men before. In fact, I had only been with two before in my life. I started to think about that moment, my dick starting to swell and my hole twitching. It was about 4 years before then. My ex had moved to Chicago and had invited me to visit over a weekend that happened to be halloween. Usually pretty much a regular guy, I decided I wanted to shock him. So I had my hair dyed blond from dark brown. I thought it looked really good on me. Anyway, I knew I wanted to check out the infamous bath house there - Steamworks. I had been to several different baths over the years and had heard I had to go there if ever in town. My ex didnt recognize me at the airport because og my hair. Was kinda funny. I didnt know how i was going to goto the baths without being rude to his invite. I was reloeved when he said on the train that he had good news and bad news. Good news was that he was glad to see me. Bad news was that he wouldnt be able to see a lot of me as he had just started a new 2nd job the week prior and would be working most of the weekend. He said he had laid out the places he wanted to show me and hang out at...including the clubs and bars. It was Friday night and I headed out on my own in this unknown city to one of the clubs that was also nearby a leather bar. It was cold in Chicago. I hadnt brought really warm clothes. Had on my jock, jeans, black boots, muscle t, and arm band. Got to the club and it was packed and the music was pumping. I didnt bring any favors as my ex was against them and I didnt want any trouble on the plane. So I got pretty fucked up drinking. One thing I did notice soon was that there were a lot of black men there - and they were built, hot, black men. I had zero experience with black guys - not by choice - there werent that many from where I lived. The night went quick and I knew I wanted to check out a leather bar. So I left and took a quick cab to one. Even though it was close to 40 degrees plus the wind, as I got out of the cab I took off my shirt. When I entered the leather bar, it was also packed. Even so close to last call. I got a drink and took in the scene. As I walked around a bit and smelled weed in the air. Then a man dressed in chaps, harness, and boots, about mid 30's, tight bod, maybe 6'3", light chest hair, square jawed, stepped in front of me as he reached out with a joint and offered it to me. With his other hand, he started to play with my left nip. I took the joint from him and he took his other hand and began playing with my other nip. I took a hit and started to hand it back to him and he shook his head no then said to take a few good hits saying it was great stuff. I was getting buzzed real quick. It was strong weed. He dropped one of his hands and reached around me grabbing my ass. He took the other hand and slowly traced my chest and down my front before grabbing onto my now hard dick. I got light headed. I gave the joint back to him, and was still holding my hit when he pushed me back against a wall and began kissing me. He took the joint and took another hit and then we went back and forth blowing it into each other. He had managed to unbutton, unzip, and pull my jeans down a bit and began playing with my hole. My hands were all over him now, playing with his nips, grabbing his thick arms, running them all over his back. He then stopped and grabbed both my arms and held them above my head as he licked and toyed with my nips. I was in awe. He then spoke as he came close to my ear saying that I needed to cancel any plans I had for the night as I was coming with him to a little after hours party that a few buds of his were having. I just nodded yes. He stopped everything and reached into pocket and gave me an x and a viagra and told me to swallow them. He then asked if I liked to party. I nodded yes. He then pulled out a collar and put it on me, told me to pull my jeans up. Grabbing my arm he said it was time to leave. He held onto me firmly as we walked out of the bar. He said the party was only 2 blocks away. He went on to ask how the weed was saying that it was some super shit laced with T. I almost had to run to keep up with him. In minutes we had arrived. He used the call box at the entrance and we were buzzed in. Once in the elevator he told me that once there, we would be greeted in the foyer where we would both need to get naked except for any leather. For me, he said I would need to take off my jeans. We came to the door and he knocked like it was a code knock. The door opened to a blue glow where a man in his mid 40's, naked except for a cock ring and boots sporting a thick hard 8 inch dick appeared. "Welcome! Nice plus 1 there! You know the drill" and we walked inside. The doorman kept eye contact with me as I passed, sticking his tongue in and out and grabbing his hard dick shaking it. He was hot. I took off my jeans and put them with my shirt into a bag and left them behind. We walked further inside where I counted 11 men in all different leather gear. The air was cloudy and smelled like leather, weed, sweat, and sex. I was told we were headed to the bar area that was stocked with shots of g, booty bump rigs, slamming rigs, shards, bumps lined up, viagra, trimix shots, lube laced with tina, and weed laced with tina. "Here's a shot, drink up" he said and handed me one. He then grabbed a booty rig, some laced lube, 1 rig marked .2 and 2 more marked .35 and said to follow him. We went into a bathroom and he told me to get totally naked and turned on the shower. He had me get into the shower as he lubed his fingers. He then told me to bend over as he stuck 2 fingers inside my twitching hole. I had cleaned out before going out so I was pretty confident. He removed his fingers saying that my hole was nice, clean and tight. He then said for me to quickly shower. I stood there dripping wet and he told me to lay on my back. He then pulled my legs up and pushed them back exposing my hole. He took the booty rig, spit on it, then pushed it deep inside my hole and pushed the plunger down. It was warm then burned a bit. He pulled it out and tossed it in the garbage then grabbed my legs, pulled me upwards leaving my shoulders. He then tongue teased my hole. I was crazed. My dick was rock hard and ooozed precum down my stomach in a trail to my neck. He said he was going to do this for about 5 mins to let the tina get deep. His tongue darted, dived, and licked. I was now dripping from the shower and my own sweat. He stopped and said for me to put my jock, cock ring, arm band and boots back on as he sat back on the counter and stroked his now throbbing 9 inch dick. I stared and drooled at his dick. His body. His arms. His chest. I needed his dick. "You want my dick pounding your hot hole dont you?, he asked. I nodded yes and began to move towards him. He told me to stop. That he promised I would have his dick soon enough. He then stood up and told me to dry/wipe myself off and he would be right back. Two minutes later he returned with two other guys. I didnt see these two when we first walked into the place. They were much like him, tall, toned, masculine men, both bald wearing chain harnesses, boots, and fat, easily 8 inch steel hard dicks. 'This is my toy. Need to get him up to speed. You 2 are the experts, so here you go". There was nowhere to run. And I was smaller by far than all of them. One of the men grabbed both of the .35 rigs and handed one to the other as they walked towards me both carrying a rubber tube with them. I also noticed one had some kind of straps and the other had a ball gag. They all noticed I looked a bit freaked out. One of them said, "we are gonna slam you with these. You are gonna feel so fucking great. The straps and gag are just in case you fight us. Thats not a good idea. Now sit on the counter and put both arms out." I did what they said. In seconds, they had put the hose around both arms, found a vein, inserted and registered. "Good little man. Now get ready to blast off!" I watched as they pushed both plungers, then removed the hoses, pulled my arms up, slapping a bandaid on each entry point. In the corner of my eye, I could see the man I came with holding his arm up and he began to cough. The rush was like nothing I had ever felt before. My chest heaved. My eyes were crazed and darting all over the place. My ears rang loudly. I began coughing very deeply. i thought that I might just die. My body shook. I broke out sweating. My dick spurted massive precum into my jock. My hole twitched and gaped, trying to take in anything it could grab onto. "HOLY FUCK.....HOLY FUCK...FUCKKKKKKIN OH MY GOD....OH FUCK.....OH FUCK...FUCK....MY HOLE....FUCK ME....FUCK!" I shouted. I was so into the rush that I hadnt realized that the two men that slammed me had carried me out of the bathroom, laid me down on my back on some type of cushion, my arms were pulled out and above my head then each wrist was fastened to a ring. My legs were pulled apart and pushed back with each ankle also fastened to a ring. My ass hung over the edge totally exposed. A ball gag was then put on me. Then a rag was placed over my nose forcing me to breathe in poppers. I felt lube being rubbed in and around my hole. A hood was put over my head. Then something first began touching then inching closer to my hole. Inch by inch it began to enter then leave. Then enter deeper and deeper. At first almost pulling out totally. Then deeper and deeper. Then at a steady pace, drilling my hole deep and then almost pulling out. I was writhing. Moaning. My hole was on fire. The drilling then slowed. Then got faster. It was then I could hear the sound of a machine. A fuck machine. It was merciless. Drilling and pounding. I was crazed. About 30 minutes had passed when it stopped. More lube and burning and the machine started again. This time it was thicker and longer. It was more fierce. I then felt my jock removed and a hand began jerking my dick while the fuck machine went deeper and faster. I quickly felt like I was going to cum when the jerking stopped and my balls were grabbed onto and pulled.on. The fuck machine stopped deep inside me. My dick and balls were released. Then my nips began to be touched and licked. The fuck machine began again, slowly at first, then pounding speed. My dick was super hard and spewing precum into a pool on my stomach. Fuck! And then it all stopped. The fuck machine pulled out. Then nothing. I was sweating like crazy. My dick throbbed. I felt empty but my hole kept twitching and grabbing at thin air. I could hear rustling around me and footsteps. Then nothing for what seemed like forever. Then I could hear porn....rough sounding porn. Ass being slapped. Balls slapping fucking. Groaning and moaning. "Take that dick ....yeah take that fucking dick". It sounded hot. "It's been 2 hours, I think he's ready" came a voice. The hood was removed as well as the ball gag. Both the men that slammed me stood over me and told me to drink as they fed me gatorade with g. They then again wrapped a hose around each arm and told me not to move. They quickly administered a slam to each arm saying these were just like the last ones. The rush came. I coughed crazy. Then they asked if I still wanted to get fucked. I felt like I was in a tunnel. I tried to speak but was incoherent. I nodded yes. One of them then said that was good to hear, but really didn't matter as they planned on doing that anyway. He said that at these parties they usually have around 20 tops and 4 bottoms. But tonight only one bottom showed up and they had used him up pretty good already. So that left me. They said I would be taking some 16 loads over the next few hours. I took their dicks and loads as they each pounded me relentlessly. My arms and legs were like jello as I was released from the restraints. My hole was dripping cum down my legs. I was led to a bathroom and told to clean up. Once showered and dressed, I was led to the entrance and given 2 bottles of water and a small shaving like bag before I left. I walked down the hall to the elevator then stopped to look into the bag. Inside were 4 shots of g, 2 booty bump rigs, 2 .3 rigs, 2 .35 rigs, a rubber hose, a bag of shards, lube bottle I was sure was placed with t, and a bag of weed. A note inside said "thanks! Though the drapes didn't match the carpet you were still a hot fuck. Come back for another session." I then pulled out a shard and pushed it into my hole. I took the stairs down a couple flights before I began to feel horned as fuck again. I got out my phone, took my shirt and pants off. Wearing my jock and boots I took some pics and got dressed again. I sat down and took out a shot of g and downed half of it. Signed onto bbrt and nkp. Posted that I was horned, spun and would be at Steamworks in an hour. Walked down the steps and outside. Grabbed a cab to the baths. I was feeling so fucking awesome.

Things changed a whole lot in the next month. First off, Bobby got on academic probation, got caught cheating on a mid term, and for plagiarism. I had just finished paying to upgrade the Cable service, and the resident manager said Bobby’s parents had bailed on the lease. Billy had to move back to the dorm. That left me with six or seven thousand dollars worth of equipment to move, and no where to take it. It also meant I had nowhere to live. The Maintenance guy took me to see the resident manager the day the rent expired. Fortunately it wasn’t a data turnover day, so I could be off line for a few of hours with no problem. He asked how much head had I been giving the cable guy, and was very surprised that I had not. The accounts were paid for by the company I worked for, so the changeover was the only thing I had to pay for. He said, “I know the kid, and I’m sure he will switch it out, and help move all your stuff. All you have to do is let him fuck whatever hole he wants for the rest of your life.” I assured him that I would. (I did not mention that I would gladly done that for him without the return favor.) Then the resident manager pushed his chair back, undid his pants, and stood up. He pulled out his cock, and sat back down. He snapped his fingers and pointed at his cock. I started sucking him off, eagerly. He said “Slow down. You’re gonna be here all day.” As I began doing long slow moves on his cock, he went on. “You get the efficiency apartment next to my office. There’s a matter of a lease, but because you were never on the last one, and this one is going to be. . . “ he paused, and pulled my head up a bit by the hair, to look at his face. “a bit non standard.” He continued “The rent is $1800.00 a month, including utilities. Gas, water, and electricity. However, it includes an employee deduction based on work done.” At that point he turned my head back around and shoved it hard down on his cock. “You get a five dollar credit for each guy, either end, means you do twelve guys a day. Thirteen in February. Me and your fellow employees use you for free.” I hadn’t been asked anything, so I continued to suck. The Maintenance guy started undoing my pants. As he began fucking my ass, they continued to discuss me. I didn’t realize for a few day that was the last time either of them spoke to me. After they finished using me, they talked about marketing strategy. Three guys came to the office, and were told, “Take it to the old apartment, and have it identify the things it brought in. “Leave the computer stuff for Ed.” As they pushed me out the office door, the boss called out, “You can use it too, no charge.” Using the new company cumdump turned out to be their first priority.

I was in Washington DC last week for a work trip. I always try to get loaded up (and dump a few loads) when traveling for business, and this trip was no exception. My hotel had a partnership with a nearby gym so I decided to take advantage of it to blow off some steam after work. I douched a couple times just to be prepared and headed out. There was quite a bit of hot eye candy of all kinds at this gym, including some stunningly sexy black men. It's a mostly mixed gym so it wasn't easy to determine if the hot guy with the big bulge you're drooling over was gay or straight, even so, I couldn't keep my eyes off of this one particular gentleman - 40ish, 6'2', 240 pounds of rock solid, black muscle. His bulge was definitely promising and I caught him returning a stare a couple times. That definitely got my hole twitching. I made sure to end my workout at the exact time the stud was headed to the locker room. We both collected our belongings and began changing out of our workout gear. I could tell he liked what he saw - and my God, did I like what I saw! His dick was pretty huge and getting plumper by the second. I was now on a mission. I finished my business and headed out near the gym lobby. He was 10 seconds or so behind me. As I walked out of the gym I held the door open for him and gave him a devilish smirk and noticed he had placed a wedding band on his ring finger. He smiled and shook my hand with a very firm grip, introducing himself as Walter. As luck would have it, the parking garage and my hotel were in the same general vicinity, and when I mentioned I was in DC for work and staying at the Marriott, Walter was definitely intrigued and the conversation lingered a bit so I took the bull by the horns, so to speak, and asked him if he wanted to grab a drink in the lobby. He agreed and said he'd put his gym bag in the car and meet me inside. My hole was not only twitching, it was beginning to sweat a little and get wet back there. It's got a mind of its own. Walter and I drank a couple beers and he told me he'd been married for 10 years. He could have easily walked away but it was obvious that we both wanted to fuck. When I suggested we go up to my room, Walter said his wife would be expecting him home within the hour so we didn't have a lot of time. So I suggested we hurry. We went upstairs as quickly as we were able, and I dropped to my knees even before my hotel room door had closed. His rock hard cock was out within seconds. It truly was a beautifully thick, veiny, throbbing piece of meat, easily ten inches and oozing pre-cum. I immediately went to work on it, sucking away. His crotch smelled incredibly hot and my senses were in overdrive. My efforts were rewarded often with more oozing pre-cum, which makes me moan just about every time. Before long, one of his strong hands was squeezing my ass. My hole was puckering like crazy. Since he was married I dreaded the condom question - but it was never mentioned. We both knew where his nut was going. Since we were short on time I stood, turned around and offered him my thick bubble butt. I slobbered his piece up pretty well and he spit on my hole several times before fingering me to open me a bit before placing the head of his massive dick against my hole. Fuck, this was going to feel incredible. He slowly entered my body, stretching my hole open inch by inch. The pain was intense but it hurt so fucking good. Once deep inside me, he started some dirty interracial talk (which I also love) about muscled white boys and how hot it is to see a big, black cock splitting a hot white hole open. And shooting inside. He picked up the pace a bit and the base of his pole grew even thicker. His moaning and heavy breathing let me know that he wouldn't last much longer. Sweat began to pour from both of us. I begged him for his load. And I got it. Three huge spurts of spunk back to back as I squeezed the fuck out of his cock. He stayed inside me for a bit and I wiggled my ass against him. Why did it have to end? He reluctantly plopped out of me and I spun around to lick him clean, which he loved. Sweet, sweet nut....in both of my holes. We exchanged information and I jokingly (or not) made a comment about getting him a room key. I wanted as much of that man as I could get for the remainder of my three-day work trip. "Fuck yeah" was his response. My swollen, beautifully sore hole - twitch, twitch, twitch. I could feel his cum dripping down my leg as we rode the elevator down to the front desk to get his key.