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Part 1 Colt and I have been best friends since we were 10 years old. Well, his real name is Colton. Colton Sawyer Cooper. But he's always gone by Colt. We lived three houses apart in a town called Cleburne, just south of Fort Worth. We immediately bonded over our love of comic books, even though he was Marvel and I was DC, and our love for the Cowboys. But I'll have to say he was much more fanatical than me. His entire bedroom was a shrine to the team. Cowboys bed spread, Cowboys sheets, Cowboys lamps, Cowboys rugs, you get the picture. Even his walls were covered in Cowboys posters. But looking back now, I didn't put 2 and 2 together and realize the one thing he didn't have was the one thing every red blooded Cowboys fan had, posters of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. But he did have plenty of Tony Romo. So we were basically 2 peas in pod. Where there was one, there was the other. And we told each other everything. He told me when he got his first pubes, and the first time he came, which he said was the most amazing thing ever. I developed a little behind him, but six months later I got my own pubes and soon was ejaculating as well. And he was right, it was amazing! We became little jerk off monsters, as most boys are, and our sleepovers became one non stop jerk fest. We would lie on our sleeping bags on the floor next to each other and pound our dicks. We were always fascinated with watching each other shoot, and seeing how far our loads flew. Nothing gay, just two horny boys. And we were always good for 3 of them. We also liked to measure our growing dicks as we got older, taking pride in how big they were getting. Length wise, we were identical, but his was always thicker. Again, nothing gay, just curious boys. You'd think by the time we reached high school, we would have stopped that, but no. We continued our jerkoff sessions together. I mean, we had been doing it for several years, so why quit now? When we were 16, we got our first blowjobs together. It was at the drive-in in my quad cab Ford F-150. My dad owned a dealership so I got a really good deal on it. You know us Texas boys love our trucks. Colt was in the backseat with Stacy Turner and I was up front with Missy Powell. I watched Colt in my rear view mirror as his head layed back and his mouth hung open, groaning in ecstasy. We even shot our loads at the same time. In retrospect, those blowjobs weren't that great, but we didn't care. We were nutting into a warm, wet hole. I dated Missy for a while after that, but Colt didn't date Stacy. In fact, he never really dated. He'd fool around with chicks, but that was it. I dumped Missy after a while because she wouldn't let me fuck her. She was a "nice girl." Well, she wasn't such a nice girl the night she was on her knees sucking off me and Colt together behind his shed. The full moon provided enough light that I had a nice view of Colt's fat 7 1/2 inch cock as he gagged Missy with it. When he came, he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. After she had swallowed both our loads, she thought we were going to get back together, but I told her to fuck off, I didn't want to date a slut. She called us fags, and said she was going to tell everyone. The next day at school, one of the guys called us fags, but after Colt kicked the shit out of him, no one ever said that again. By our senior year, we had both become big strong men. Colt had turned 18 in August, before school started, and I was turning 18 the day before Halloween. We were both linebackers on the varsity team, which put us in the category of high school gods. You know how important football is in Texas! We had spent years working out, and had spent the last three summers working as ranch hands. Baling hay, branding cattle, castrating bulls, real cowboy shit. And our bodies showed it. I stood a nice 6'1" with a solid body. Firm pecs, hard 6 pack, defined arms, and strong legs. But Colt, he was a whole other level. 6'3 1/2" of solid muscle. And boy did he like to show it off! I don't think he even owned shirts with sleeves anymore. He was constantly flexing his big guns that were attached to the broadest shoulders I had ever seen. His strong torso led down to a surprisingly narrow waist. And the wranglers he wore should have been criminal. They were always so tight that they clung to his big, round ass. And the front, well, he liked to wear a big belt buckle to draw people's eyes down to his huge bulge. Not that it would have gone unnoticed. It was like an anaconda trying to bust out of there. He topped his look off with a pair of boots and a hat. He always wore a hat on his thick, brown curls. Sometimes a trucker hat, sometimes a cowboy hat, but always a hat. And not to be gay, but his face matched the rest of him perfectly. His vibrant green eyes were surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes. His strong nose sat atop a pair of pillowy, dark pink lips. His square jaw perfectly shaped his face. He hadn't started to grow facial hair yet, and his cheeks flushed a reddish colour, giving him a boyish look. His body may have been all man, but his face was all innocent angel. Not that my face wasn't hot too. I had strong Scandinavian features with light blue eyes and light blond hair. I hadn't started shaving yet either, so we were both still like boys in a way. So, right after Colt turned 18, things kind of got weird. It was like he was suddenly avoiding me. Our sleepovers stopped, he would take off right after weekend games, and he hung around me less at school. I tried to talk to him about it, cause it was really hurting me to lose someone I was closer to than a brother. He would just give me flimsy excuses, saying he was busy with stuff, or he was fucking some chick, basically bullshit. The one time during that early part of the school year that was somewhat normal was my birthday. We had scored a bottle of whiskey and some weed and spent the night getting fucked up and playing video games. It was great. Just like old times. It eventually devolved into a mutual bro love fest. We sat on his bed with our arms around each others shoulders and declared our straight love for one another. "I love you man." "No dude, I love YOU!" "I love you more bro!" "No man, I love YOU more!" And back and forth it went. In hindsight, I wasn't hearing what he was trying to tell me. Eventually, it wound up becoming one of our jerk off sessions. I smiled as I looked at his smooth, hairless body. Nothing gay, I just appreciated my best friend, naked next to me, jerking his fat 10 inch cock. I stroked my own 9 1/2 inch dick and we both shot loads that hit our faces, and laughed like nothing had changed. But things had changed. The next day, Colt started his weird avoidance shit again. He blew me off the following weekend, and the weekend after that when he did it again, I had had enough. I knew his parents were going to be out of town, and he claimed he was going to be fucking some chick. But I didn't buy it and decided to spy on him and see what was up. Friday night I snuck over to his house and went around the back to where his bedroom was. His lights were on and the shade was down, but not all the way down. There was a gap at the bottom. His window was open a crack, so I quietly creeped up and peeked into his bedroom. What I saw shocked the hell out of me! There was Colt, stomach down on his bed, his legs hanging off the end, while a large, heavily tattoed Mexican man pulled his head back by his curly hair and pounded his cock into Colt's round, white ass. Colt was wearing his football shoulder pads, athletic socks pulled up over his calves, his cleats, and a white jockstrap. His football jersey layed on the floor. "Take it slut!" I could hear the man say. "Take that load in your faggot jock pussy!" I turned away, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard Colt moan, "Oh yes SIR! Breed me!" WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST SEE? My head swam as a million thoughts ran through it. I knew I should leave, but like a car wreck, I had to look again. I had to make sure what I saw was real. I turned back and looked in again. The Mexican guy was flipping Colt over and spreading his legs. Another man with a camera moved in and got a close up of Colt's asshole. "That's right slut." Said the Mexican. "Show the people what they paid for! Spread your cheeks and let them see your dripping high school jock pussy!" Colt spread his ass cheeks apart as the cameraman said, "Oh yea, look at that jock cunt drip cum!" Then, another man I hadn't noticed stepped up. He was a large black man with dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail. He bent down and placed his mouth over Colt's asshole and started sucking. Then he stood up over Colt and pulled his mouth open. Colt stuck his tongue out and the black man let a long string of spit and cum land on it. It ran down into Colt's mouth, and he closed it with a smile on his face. As my initial shock started to go down, I noticed a few things I hadn't noticed before. There was a laptop open on the dresser recording the action. Also, on the nightstand there was a glass pipe, a baggie with some kind of substance in it, and a few syringes. Then, the black man layed down on the bed, holding up a huge cock. That fucker had to be like 12 inches! Colt crawled up and straddled the man. He took hold of the cock and lined it up to his asshole. Then he slowly slid down on it. Inch after black inch dissapeared into Colt's bubble butt. Soon, his muscular glutes were sitting on the black man's pubes, and every inch of that cock was inside him. He sat there not moving as the Mexican man filled up the glass pipe. He handed it to the black man, who lit a small torch and waved it under the bowl. Soon, it filled with white smoke and he inhaled it. Then, he grabbed Colt behind his neck and pulled him onto his mouth. I could see the black man exhale as Colt inhaled. Then Colt sat up and exhaled a white cloud. They repeated this twice more as Colt began gyrating his hips. Then the black man handed the pipe to Colt. "Now, hit that bitch, and hold it until I say exhale. And start riding my cock, slut!" Colt held the pipe up to his lips, lit the torch, and inhaled the white smoke. Then, as he held it, he started riding up and down on the black cock buried inside him. He held in the smoke for about 10 seconds before the black man told him to exhale. "Again, Whore!" He demanded Colt. Colt did as he was told, holding in the smoke and riding the big cock harder. 5 times this was repeated until Colt was visibly losing control. The black man reached up and started pinching and squeezing Colt's nipples, and Colt moaned and squealed like a slut. Then the Mexican man approached with a little brown bottle. He held it under Colt's nose as the black man held onto his slim waist and started fucking upward. "Breath in slut, and hold it until I say release. Do you understand you fucking whore?" "Yes SIR!" Replied Colt. The man held the bottle under Colt's nose, closing off one nostril. Colt breathed in deep and held it. After the man finally let him exhale, he repeated it with the other nostril. Back and forth he went. After each hit, Cole became more and more fucked up. Eventually, he couldn't hold his head up. The Mexican man just grabbed his hair and held up his head, forcing him to hit more. Finally, after 10 hits, the Mexican man pushed Colt onto his back, causing the cock to slide out of him. Colt just collapsed, his head rolling to facing me, his mouth open and slack, his eyes crossed and fucked up looking. The black man just raised Colt's legs in the air and slammed his monster cock all the way into my fucked up best friend. Colt just gurgled as he was assaulted. The cameraman panned from Colt's fucked up face to his ass getting pummeled, back and forth. "Yes slut!" Said the black man. "Look into the camera. Let your audience see your face. That's what they paid for, bitch. To see a hot, 18 year old high school jock get fucked up and fucked hard! Tell them how much you like it you fucking whore! Beg to be fucked!" "Oh god yes." Colt slurred. "Fuck me! Fuck my hole. I love it! Give me that big black cock! Please fuck me SIR!" "Are you a little whore? Are you a pathetic, faggot slut?" "Yes SIR!" Colt answered him, still looking blankly into the camera. "I'm a pathetic faggot slut whore! Fuck my hole! Cum in me SIR! I'm a fucking cumdump!" "Is that what you are? A cumdump?" Continued the black man as he pulled Colt's rock hard cock out of his jockstrap and started jerking it really hard. "Can anybody come and fuck you? Can anybody out there watching come and fuck you? You wanna give up your jock hole to anybody that wants it?" "Yes please!" Groaned Colt. "Please come fuck me! I need your cum in me! Please come and fuck me! Anybody can! Come fuck my jock ass!" He cried out as his cock shot off, hitting him in the face and coating his chest and stomach. The black man scraped up his cum and fed it to him, and Colt sucked the cum covered fingers like he was starving. The cameraman handed the camera to the Mexican man. The black man pushed Colt untill his head was hanging over the bed, his mouth wide open. Then the cameraman shoved his hard cock right down Colt's throat. I could see his cock stretch out Colt's esophagus as he buried himself balls deep. Then both men started viciously fucking my best friend, pounding both of his holes as hard as they could. The Mexican handed the cameraman a sign that he held up, and it read.... Colton Sawyer Cooper 18 yo high school senior Football player with 2 Available cumdump holes Dallas/Fort Worth area (817) 347-1823 Any cock taken HOLY SHIT! They posted his full name and his real phone number! Did he agree to that? Or was he too fucked up to know? I decided I couldn't watch anymore and turned away. Part of me was horrified. Part of me was sickened. But what I didn't realize right away is, I had been hard the whole time. As I lay in my bed at home, I tried not to think about everything I had seen, but it was no use. The images played over and over in my head. Without even thinking about it, my hand traveled down to my hard cock. After only a couple of strokes, I shot off a huge load.

Part Sixteen John woke up the next morning, bound in cuffs. He stirred slowly, making an audible groan as he moved his head. “Hurts right” I asked, sitting at the bedside. He slowly looked over at me with half open eyes. He went to move and found his arms were bound. “What's the fuck?” he croaked. “Here,” I said taking the cap off a water, “You won't be able to talk with that cottonmouth.” I put the bottle up to his lips while he just glared at me. “You can drink or sit there, I don't give a fuck.” He wrapped his lips around the bottle and drank the entire contents in one long gulp. I tossed the bottle away and sat back down. “Why am I tied up?” he asked. “Because we need to talk and I don't trust you not to talk with your hands.” He struggled with the cuffs, “Why what happened last night?” “You know what happened.” He locked eyes with me, “No, I really don't.” “Really?” I said pulling my phone out, “You sure about that?” He watched as I plowed him the first time, him grunting and begging the whole time. His face got pale and his mouth hung open as he stared at the impossible. “You raped me?” “See there is that word again, rape,” I said as I loaded the next video up, “Rape implies non consensual, and this is anything but.” I showed him on all fours as he begged Sammy to fuck him. I made sure he couldn't tell who was fucking him, but the sounds of him begging for more were loud and clear. Again he just watched in shock/horror/fascination. He wasn't looking away, which is a good sign unto itself. “See John, that's you,” I pointed to the screen, “And that's you shooting your load from getting fucked like a bitch.” “No...” he said softly, trying to convince himself that the video was a fake. I moved over to the bed, making sure the video was right in his face. He could have stopped watching at anytime by closing his eyes, but he didn't. Instead he was locked onto him getting fucked like his life depended on it. “It's not your fault dude,” I said calmly, “I mean what can you do about an itchy ass?” His eyes darted to me as a moment of recognition passed through his mind. “Right? You know it's true right?” I said, moving my other hand between his legs. “Don't,” he warned. “But why John? Look at the video...you like it. You want it.” “N-no...you drugged me.” “You were wasted sure, but you're not now. And your ass is itching all the same.” He looked back at the phone and then back to me. “It's no big deal man, just give in to what you want.” “I don't want this!” he cried. “Then why is your cock hard?” I said grabbing his fucking beast of a cock by the base. He let out a moan as he looked down at his judas dick. “You're turned on man, it's ok.” He shook his head while I stroked him slowly, the drop of precum pooling at the head while he tried to will it to stop. “Come on John, remember how good it felt?” I let go of the phone and slipped my other hand under him. “Please don't...” he whimpered, the sound of him begging for more cock filling the room. “But why John,” my finger touched his hole, “Why deny yourself this?” “Not a fag...” he tried to reason as I pressed slowly into him. “No, you're a not a fag. You just like getting fucked, there's a big difference.” My finger slid easily up his ass, he tried to clench it shut but his little brother had stretched him so much that it didn't stop me from digging deeper and deeper. “Stop...don't...” he intoned, his head thrashing from side to side as I got further into him. “But your cock, it's even harder now...” I made sure to jerk him a couple of times to prove it. “Just say you want it John.” His eyes were closed and he had already started sweating. “Just relax...” I said sweetly. “I don't want....” And I passed over his prostate. “Ugghhhhh...” he groaned as his willpower deserted him. “What's that John?” I asked, rubbing back and forth over his spot, “Your ass itchy John? Your ass itchy again?” He was trying to hold on for dear life, he really was. But the truth of the matter was that his prostate was being over stimulated, he was being triggered into flashbacks by asking about the itchy ass and he was remembering what it felt like to be fucked. Of course most of that was the drugs, but he still felt it and was remembering it. “Just relax John...accept it...” He shook his head again as I started to just straight on assault his ass. He was jerking up and down like he was being exposed to an electrical wire, his cock was burping precum everywhere, betraying how turned on he was right now. “Come on John, let go. Just accept it...” I slipped another finger into him, “Your ass is just too itchy...” With two fingers I could apply so much more force, making his open his mouth in a silent scream as I stopped moving over his boybutton and just started to stab at it. His hips were off the bed as he simultaneously tried to get away from my hand and slam himself down on it harder. “Come on John, admit it.” He still said nothing, but his abs were covered in cock snot. So I slipped my fingers out in one quick motion, “Ok, never mind.” His eyes flew open and he looked up at me, in a full blown panic, but his mouth unable to let him speak. “What? Fine John, I'll leave you alone.” He looked down at his dripping cock and then focused on my phone again, and the image of him begging to be fucked harder and harder. “Ok.” he said in a small voice. “What?” “Ok, do it,” he said. “Do what?” “Get me off!” he roared. And now for the last part of our lesson. I jumped up on the bed and grabbed his throat, making his eyes bug out in shock. “Listen your fucking pussy boy. You want to get fucked then you ask for it like any other slut. You ain't no fucking alpha jock, you're a bottom bitch who needs to be fucked. So the quicker you understand that the better.” I Let go of him so he could take a breath and grabbed the dildo off the nightstand. I shoved it up into him and turned it on full blast. A squeal came out of his mouth as I grabbed his cock again. “You get it bitch? You aren't in control here, I am. You get that?” He nodded, sweat flying off of him. “What was that?” “Yes, I got it!” “Yes what?” He looked up at me, trying to look upset so I stroked him harder, breaking his concentration. “Yes what?” “Yes sir,” he finally blurted out, “Yes sir I understand.” “You got an itchy ass cunt?” 'Yes sir!” “You want me to take care of it?” “Please sir, please...” he started to ramble, his instincts of last night kicking in. I grabbed my blindfold and slipped it over his eyes, “Fine, get ready to be fucked.” I slipped the dildo out and opened my door. Sammy walked in, monster cock bobbing in front of him as he climbed onto the bed. Without a word he pressed his hard to his older brother's tight, little jock hole and waited. “Yes sir...that's it...please sir...” John begged, feeling himself mere moments away from relief. Sammy moved his hips forward slightly, shoving his oversized mushroom head past John's sphincter. John let out a hiss as it popped in, Sammy just stood still, letting him adjust to his girth. “Fuck...jesus fuck...you're too big...” Sammy pushed a couple of inches in and John's head slammed side to side as he tried to maintain his composure. “FUCK! You're so fucking big......your cock.....jesus....” Sammy pushed another couple inches in and his older brother bore down on the pain. John didn't know it, but he was getting used to getting fucked. Sammy was about halfway in and he paused again, letting his brother adjust. “Fuckfuckfuck,..” John panted, “Shit...so fucking big...” “You like that cock stretching your hole,” Sammy asked in a deep voice, disguising his own. John nodded, “Yes sir...so fucking full...” “You want more?” he asked, holding his hips still. Out of nowhere John raised his hips and shoved another couple of inches into his ass, “Fuck em sir...I can take the pain.” The look of lust and power on Sammy's face was insane and I actually felt my own cock react. John felt his little brother shove the rest of his cock into him, both of them grunting from the sensation. Once bottomed out Sammy held still, letting his jock bother adjust to this cock, and giving him one last moment of rest. “You ready?” he asked. “Yes sir,” John answered, eagerly. Sammy slowly slid the length of his cock out, “Ask me.” “Fuck me sir.” “Beg me.” “Please fuck me sir.” “More.” “Please god sir give me your fucking cock!” Sammy answered by shoving his entire length in at once, causing John's head to fly back and for him to let out a groan that could probably be heard across the street. The youngest Parker wasted no time in laying assault to his oldest brother's ass. Sammy's cock stretched John's hole to it's limit, his own cock stood straight up as he got fucked, with each shove another bead of precum was released. John gasped as Sammy took his brother's legs and spread them wishbone style, allowing him even deeper entry into that ass. “FUCCKKKK!!!” John screamed as Sammy doubled his efforts, not just fucking but completely destroying his brother's ass. Taking what was a virgin, straight jock hole last night and turning it into a swollen, weeping hole full of cum. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck...” John panted as Sammy would not let up. His perfect as was a blur as he pounded all nine plus inches harder and harder into his brother. Sammy let go of John's legs and was rewarded by John wrapping them around his wait and pulling him closer as John pushed back onto his little brother's cock. It was hotter than nay porn I had ever seen, the toned, hung, high school jock plowing the built, football stud mercilessly. The fact that John was straight and Sammy was his brother just made it all that more hot. Now it was time to teach that to John. I moved over towards John's head and gave Sammy the signal to slow down. He stopped jackhammering John and started long, leisurely pushes into him. “No!” John whined, pulling Sammy into him with his legs again, “Harder...harder...: “How bad you want this cock?” I asked him. “So bad...please sir...I'm close...your cock is getting me so close...” A lot of people think that straight men are all the same. They think once someone has realized they are straight that it's the end of the discussion. That if they fuck enough girls, eat enough pussy, then that is just the way it is. The truth of the matter is, men, all men, have a preference and that preference can change. Sometimes naturally, sometimes by an accidental encounter, sometimes by medication, but in the end it's all just a preference. The key to overcoming that is to make the guy feel more pleasure than he ever had before. There is a limit on how much a man can resist their sexual urges before they just snap. They preference, common sense, all of it, it is just foreplay to the actual sexual drive that lies beneath us all. In the last 24 hours John had been given pleasure like he had never felt it before, and he was holding on to his masculinity and heterosexuality for dear life. But the drugs, the conditioning, the fact that Sammy's cock can make sex trans formative, all of it together had driven John to this moment, the edge of abandonment and desire. I was about to push him over. “Beg him to fuck you,” “PLEASE FUCK ME SIR!” John screamed. “LOUDER!” “FUCK ME SIR!” I looked at Sammy, “You heard him, fuck him.” Sammy began to fuck him for real, Not for strength, not for domination, but for sex, for actual sexual pleasure. As he pushed into his brother's hole he made sure to angle his thrust to completely smash his prostate, bring John full seconds of absolute pleasure like he had never imagined. He made sure to press down as he pulled out, dragging his entire girth along John's tight hole, touching him in places he never knew he had. He fucked him good, he fucked him steady, he was fucking him to cum. “Oh god...fuck yeah...fuck...fuck...” John cried out, his entire mind gone, only sex remained. I watched his cock, the way it bobbed, the precum that dripped down his shaft, the way it lurched in the air every time Sammy hit his spot. I watched and waited... And then I moved. “Thank him for fucking you so good,” I said. “Thank you sir...thank you...your cock....god your cock...thank you sir, thank you...” And I pulled off the blindfold. Sammy paused and John looked up to see his little brother between his legs, felt his cock swell in him and the fact that the last few minutes he had been begging him to fuck him sank into John's mind. His eyes were wide as the pieces fell in his mind... Sammy had a wicked grin on his face and said, “You're welcome...” and pushed into him. John cock's exploded untouched. A geyser of fucking cum erupted between them as John's ass clenched around his little brother's cock and the last dregs of his resistance vanished. “Sammy! OH Sammy!!” he screamed as he came, he pulled at the cuffs again as he came and came and came. “You like that john?” Sammy said, fucking him as he came, “You like my fucking cock?” “Oh god your cock...your fucking cock...” John wailed as another load shot over his lips, his tongue darting out to catch as much as he can. “You're my cunt now John...this cock owns you...” John was just nodding, “You own me Sammy..you own me...” I undid the cuffs and his arms fell to his side as Sammy pulled out and climbed up to straddle his big brother's chest. “Take me load, open that mouth.” John grabbed his little brother's perfect ass and steadied him as he opened his mouth and waited for his reward like a good cum slut does. Sammy unloaded into him, John chocking as his mouth filled up with his brother's spunk. He tried to swallow it all bit dribbles slipped out down his cheek as he struggled to contain the load. Sammy leaned down and kissed him, John sharing his brother's load with him as he embraced him and kissed him back. I let my cock free and came, watching them kiss like that, I had done it, I had corrupted the Parker Brothers.

Id been a hesitant, guilty feeling bb bottom countless times in my past. I would always slut out and feel terrible and hold off for months, always to slut out again. My attitude changed significantly, when in vegas on a trip I caught a variety of bugs, but would live with hiv and herpes forever. For months I went through doctors appointments, the fallout in my relationship, the difficulties resulting both health and home from that event. Despite how I got it I behaved myself entirely, no sex at all, for quite awhile. My medication has not been very successful, and with the pandemic my appointments were fewer and further between. My viral Load was still sky high, and I wasnt exactly feeling my best. But alone in my new apartment, with nothing but work to keep me busy, my sluttiness began to resurge. I saw that somehow, out of the blue, club orlando had reopened. Though apparently much of what I loved about the place was still closed, guys could meet and hook up there again. I said the same things to myself I always did, ill suck some cock so I dont feel so horny, and left right away. The hours were shorter so I got there much earlier than normal, and noticed a fair number of cars nearby. I paid for a room, having heard the darkrooms were closed, and went in. some guys were still in masks walking around, and the crowd was in general older than i was used to, but it was still surprisingly busy. I was rock hard when I got to my room, I sniffed some poppers and put down my towel, leaving my door open. Wanting to see where the action was, I left naked with nothing but a mask, feeling more confident after losing all the weight I have. just 2 doors down I saw a guy who reminded me of myself not long ago, mid 20s, chubby, and on all fours sucking a fat black cock. Ive been a total bottom forever, but my dick twitched, and I could feel drops of precum at its tip. id never been so hard in my life, and with 60 pds off my waist my cock felt bigger than ever. The man being sucked waved me in, and I put my hands on the bottoms ass. I felt his asshole, tight, dry, he hadnt been fucked yet. I reached for lube at the nearby table, and started working my fingers in the bottoms asshole, he hadnt even looked up from his work. I stroked my cock, it was practically drooling, id never felt this way before. I looked at the condoms on the stand nearby, and remembered I wasnt just some neg guy anymore. It didnt seem to matter, I felt myself climb on the bed behind this guy, and start rubbing my ill admit still fairly small cock against his now wet asshole. I realized I was essentially dripping poison onto his hole, and felt a wave of lust. The realization gripped me as I held my cock steady and plunged its drippy length into his tight asshole. I shoved it hard as far as I could into him, and with it buried deep in his ass I immediately started cumming. I emptied a massive nut into his asshole, shuddering and gasping as I filled him with my diseased cum. I staggered back and left the room, leaving them behind, and made my way back to my room. I grabbed some lube and began slathering my asshole madly, then immediatley bent over on the bed with my asshole up. less than a minute later, hands began slapping my asscheeks, and I hit my poppers as a complete stranger I could not see lined up his raw cock and slid nicely into my ass. I grunted in lust, and moaned and begged for him to cum in me. He was stubby and short, an old man, but he dumped his load into my ass fast, and I was so turned on it was difficult to think. I was rock hard again, like magic, and I motioned him to bend over. He had to be 60, with a saggy ass and bald head. He bent over and I grabbed him and shoved my cock into him in one hard thrust. I fucked him as hard as I could for a few minutes, though I was struggling to hold off. Id never once felt the urge to top, but I was loving it. Several bystanders were at the door, and I told them anyone who wanted my ass could have it. saying that to them sent me over the edge, and I blew a second load into the old mans asshole. One of the bystanders asked if I knew my status as he fingered my hole, and I said I was poz. The old man I just fucked looked upset, and asked me again. I said yea I figured we were swapping poz loads. He left visibly distressed, I remembered the feeling. The man whod asked first slipped behind me and slowly worked his dick into my ass. He was big, but I was ready, he whispered in my ear that he had more poz cum for me, and I felt my dick twitch yet again, despite its second load. I had 3 more quick fucks after, each less than a minute, as older gents took turns using my ass. I was fucked out, and the club would close soon, so I got back in the car, but my cock was still hard. I felt cum dripping out of my asshole, and hopped on grindr on the drive home. I saw a profile, 18, "never done this before" a guy who wanted a small cock top to take anal for the first time. My cock started to hurt from the swelling. we started chatting, and suddenyl I saw the question that would ruin everything "Are you poz?" on the screen. I knew the law, I knew the ethics, I knew the right thing to do. My cock twitched as I went to affirm, but it was like I didnt have control, I typed "No, tested and neg" which was followed immediately by his address. I got the directions to his apartment, and when he let me in I was shocked. He was tiny, maybe 5'6, no body or facial hair, looked fresh out of highschool. I towered over him, I felt powerful, and I felt my cock slowly leak into my pants. I remembered what had worked for me, and walked in without acknowledging his greeting, undoing my pants. He nervously asked if I wanted a drink, but I stripped and sat on the couch, stroking my cock. I motioned to the floor in front of me, and he seemed nervous. "Suck it" I said, putting force into my voice, and he slowly crawled down and put his lips over my hard cock. I stripped off his shorts and began to lick my fingers and open up his asshole. I forcefully shoved my cock into his throat as I leaned over him, hearing him gag and choke. I had him moaning and gagging with 3 fingers in his small ass and my poz cock slowly leaking its poison down his innocent throat. I pulled him up into my lap, he made some protestrations, told me he had condoms in the drawer, I just ignored him and helped him into my lap, kissing him when he woudlnt shut up. he wriggled in my lap, each time I lined up his hole with my cock hed panic and wiggle away a bit. I pulled away from the kiss and looked him in the eyes "Sit on my cock faggot" The words struck him, Id felt the power of them before. I kissed him deep, pinned his hips with my arms, and felt him really struggle. He tried to bat away my hands, wriggle his ass, use his knees to get away, but never broke the kiss. I was twice his size and before long he began to weaken and I forced his ass into place. I felt his mewls of pain as I trapped him and slid my raw dick into his virgin teen asshole. He was still trying to stop me, as I used all my strength to slowly bury myself to the hilt, and then back. his resistance gave way entirely, and within seconds he melted into my mouth and I was working his ass on my cock like a human fleshlight. "Dont cum in me" he murmered, and I assured him I wouldnt. soon he was riding me without my input, slowly working those hips back and forth while sucking on my kneck. I felt the need rise in my cock, and I pulled him and kissed him deep again. I picked him up and put him on his back on the couch, and began hammer fucking his asshole as hard as I could. he squealed and cried and moaned and I couldnt hold back. I flooded his tiny asshole with my poz cum, shoving it deep in and holding it to keep the poison deep. I left like the place was on fire, didnt even put on my shoes, leaving him gasping on the couch.

Three Variations on a Theme My Wednesday evening workout was a lot shorter and I only left one gift in sigmabtm's ass. It was another slow, gentle fuck that centered more on long, deep strokes. Most of the time he was on his back in the center of his living room staring at me while my cock plowed him for almost forty-five minutes. As I got close I started telling him how good his neg hole felt and how close I was to breeding him again. He never gave me the phrase I was looking for, but he came close by begging me to shoot my load deep inside. I left after the fuck and didn't even shower at his place since I didn't want to tempt myself. I had another appointment at Carlos' the next night and I wanted to make sure I had a full load to share with Juan. Sigmabtm and I had decided to workout together on Mondays and Wednesdays and I was all ready for Thursday's meeting with Carlos. Tim and I arrived a little early and Carlos made us wait on the sidewalk until eight o'clock exactly. Once inside, we stripped as usual and went down to the basement, following Carlos. Juan was waiting there for us again, laid back in a sling hanging from the ceiling joists. His feet were in stirrups and his hands were cuffed to the chains above his head. His pitiful, soft cock still was in it's cage hanging above his inviting hole. A rag was stuffed into his mouth and part of it covered his nose. I saw several deep scratches across his chest and there were a pair of little suction suckers, one on each of his nips. As I got closer, there was a strong smell of poppers and when I got near his head I could tell the rag was soaked in them. Juan's eyes told me he was on a popper high and yet I could still see fear in them. I wished I could see how easily Juan got into these positions before we arrived. Was it willingly or did he put up a fight? I guess I could ask the same of Tim, except from what I saw, Tim put up the fight after the sex had begun. Juan turned his head as I came close and I rubbed the wet tip of my quickly hardening cock on his lips. A light slap on his cheek and he opened his mouth, letting a few inches of my shaft in. The position didn't make it easy for me to fuck his mouth and Juan was having trouble opening his jaw wide enough and was scraping his teeth on my shaft. I didn't mind, as long as he didn't bite down, and I was ready to rip his jaw open if that happened. I held his head and rocked my hips, eventually getting four inches into his mouth. My cock was scraped, but also covered in his spit, which I didn't consider a bad thing. Tim was on his back on the other side of the bed, with Carlos between his legs. Carlos had skipped picking up any toys this time and was going right for the fuck, but he was positioned to watch my every move. Once I felt a sting on my cock, I pulled out of Juan's mouth and moved to the other end of the sling. I crouched down and spit a couple times on his exposed hole before jamming two fingers in to work the spit in deeper. I twisted them around making sure that the ring was lubed, but also curled my fingers to let my fingernails dig in and get his chute more receptive to my bug. Juan groaned behind the gag, so I'm sure through the popper filled haze he felt it. Standing up, I pulled my fingers out and lined my cock up with his hole. I held on to his legs and gave a hard shove. His muffled scream echoed around the room but I held him tight, with my cock buried to the base inside his chute. I pushed him away a few inches and then pulled him back fast. Another groan and maybe another small tear or two. I bucked him off with my hips and got him swinging back and forth, fucking himself on my shaft. Occasionally, I'd slam in hard and watch him swing away, my cock completely out of his open hole. I'd done this enough times before to know I had to stay still and line myself up or both of us would be hurting when my cock missed his hole. We'd been going like this for at least twenty minutes when I slowed him down to a stop, my cock still embedded inside Juan's hole. He looked back at me, worried at what I was going to do next. I reached forward and grabbed each of the suction cups on his nipples and yanked them off. His eyes bugged out and he writhed on the sling, trying to scream around the rag the was stuffed in his mouth. My thumbs rubbed over the sensitive nubs, keeping him squirming while I continued for another minute. I gave each nipple a pinch and then licked the suction cups before placing them back over his nipples. I found the popper bottle on the floor next to one of the bed's legs. Unscrewing the cap, I re-dosed the rag and then unclipped the carabiners that locked Juan's leather cuffs to the chain. I got him rolled and bent over the leather seat on the sling and then re-clipped the cuffs to the chain. I heard a growl come from Carlos and Tim, but figured it was just Carlos getting close. My hand grabbed a fistful of Juan's hair and I lifted his head to make sure the rag was covering his nose and flooding his head with some fresh poppers. My re-entry into Juan's wrecked hole was just as hard as my first that evening. The new position gave me new parts of Juan's colon to hit. And hit them I did. Jabbing at different angles and stabbing in hard, I made sure that he was going to feel this fuck until next week. Even through his popper fogged mind, he moaned and groaned. Carlos and I seemed to be waiting to see who would shoot first. He would drill Collegeboy and then slow down to see my response. It was a cat and mouse game and eventually I won. Carlos screamed out "FUCK!" as he pumped a nice hot load of safe cum into Tim. The grin on my face was short lived since I didn't last more than a minute longer. Once Juan was able to say "Poz... me... SIR" that was it. I'm not sure if he realized how his reluctance to say the words helped me win or if he did it intentionally to piss off Carlos. It didn't matter. I won our little game and bred him once more full of diseased spunk. It was just after nine when we left, both of us walking slowly but for different reasons. My cock was chafing against my trunks and it felt raw from the scrapes that Juan had left and from a good, hard fuck. Collegeboy was trying to keep the large load that Carlos had planted inside him but about halfway back to our building I heard him say "Ah fuck! It's running down my leg." My cock was still a little sore, so I found something to occupy myself Friday night. A bottle of vodka and a fresh bag of weed did the job nicely. There was something on TV but I have no fucking clue what it was. My mind was messed up and couldn't concentrate on anything if my life depended on it. Saturday I slept in and got a few things done around the house but later in the evening, my balls reminded me that they were full and needed someone to fill. I laid out on the couch in just a pair of loose shorts with my phone in my hand. "I wonder who's close tonight?" I asked myself. The names sometimes change, but you can tell from the text if its the same guys you've seen for months. Something in the back of my head kept telling me to try something different. It had worked out pretty well with the gym guy, so I didn't really rule anyone out right away. I still had some requirements - meet at their place, they had to be a bareback bottom and not care about my status were the primary ones. My own profile even proudly proclaimed that I was poz, not askme or undetectable. A few quickly lost interest, but soon I was messaging a couple guys. One was in his early sixties with a shaved head like mine, but a bushy mustache and a lot of well weathered ink. He was a Harley guy and said he was bi, but kept his play time with guys on the DL. Another was a chubby hispanic guy that disappeared for a little while when he re-read my profile and saw I was poz. He had a lot of questions when he restarted our messages. "It can be like any other fuck" I told him, adding that the difference would be what may happen later. "Might be nothing or like a punch to your gut. You may escape after 1 fuck or be part of the 1 and done club" I added. But a few of his pictures and some comments in his profile kept him in the game. The smile was the first thing that drew me to him and the expression on his face as he was swallowing a large cock was a close second. Some of his sexual interests told me he could be a lot of fun. The other that kept talking with me was a tall nerdy guy with glasses that was a few years older than me and had a small dick. He wasn't thin but he wasn't fat. He was in that middle ground where he had some extra weight on him that probably took him off a lot of gay guy's radar. The face shot he sent me was almost cherubic. His story seemed to work and some of the things he said made him a lot kinkier than his picture indicated. He seemed surprised when I answered his first message and I could sense his excitement as we kept messaging. In the end the tall guy couldn't meet up tonight since his roommate was hanging around and the biker didn't want to hook at his place. Both were worthy of keeping track of and if the stars aligned I'd fuck them. That left the hispanic guy and I finally put it on the line. "You saw my profile, so you know what I am and how I like to do it. You want to fuck tonight? Take the risk?" I asked. If it didn't work out, and I suspected it wouldn't, I'd give up and finish off what was left of the vodka and weed. "You serious? I'm not in your league. I'm sure you got hotter guys to meet than me" he replied. "U sound like a lot of fun and sometimes the pretty boys are bad fucks. I'm willing if u are. Just remember the risk" I replied, remembering his initial reluctance to mess around with a poz guy. A few messages later, I had his address and had told him it would take a half hour to get there. It took a little longer since not a lot of Uber drivers wanted to go to that part of town. The driver I got seemed a lot more motivated when I told him I'd give him an extra 20 if he came back to take me home. It was an interesting neighborhood and a lot different than the hip section I lived in. He had a simple studio apartment in an old building that needed some serious updates. But, the place was clean and decently decorated. The guy seemed surprised that I actually showed up, but I was there and he seemed to be even more excited than in his messages. We had already gone over the basics of what he was up for and what his limits were. He greeted me at the door in a pair of sweat pants and a tee. I'd brought a joint and he had a lighter ready as soon as I pulled it out. We both were buzzed and ready to have a little fun. When I started to kiss him he was really into it. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor and he gave me a smile. It ground to a halt, though, as soon as I tried to take his shirt off. Suddenly he got very shy and embarrassed. Once he saw I wasn't going to make fun of his extra-sized body he opened up. We sucked each other and I found he really liked it when I pinched and bit on his nipples. There was plenty of flesh to gnaw and chew on and it made his dick hard as a rock. He was decidedly average in the cock department, but it was hot to get him so excited. I worked my way up his chest and began to snog him deeply. A few minutes later I had his hands pinned to the bed above his head. "You really want to do this?" I asked, my face inches from his. He chuckled and replied "That's usually my line... but fuck yeah!" I nudged his legs with mine and he spread them like an experienced bottom. Reluctantly, I let go of his hands and pushed his legs back and kept pushing until I had his meaty ass in front of my face. He cried out when I buried my face in, diving in tongue first. There was just a hint of sweat and while he may have doubted I would show up, he was prepared to get fucked good. I spent a good ten minutes rimming his ass until I thought he was ready for my dick. He whined when I stopped tongue fucking him, but when I lowered his ass down and looked at his face he knew it was time to take my poz cock. He didn't try and stop me, he just stared back until he felt the head of my cock at his hole. As I started to push I could tell he relaxed and just let me slide right in. A smile came over his face and by the time I got half way in he was working me as much as I was working him. I love a greedy bottom and he was as greedy as they came. I didn't know when he got fucked the last time, or whether that made a difference on how he treated his top, but I'd had my dick in him for only a few minutes and I knew this was going to be a good fuck. I thrust in until my hips bounced off his ass. It's a different feeling when you fuck a guy that's got a big booty. He wasn't huge, but he had a lot of padding everywhere. He didn't grunt or complain when I thrust in so I did it again with about three quarters of my length. "Fuck yeah" he moaned. He liked it hard so I reset my baseline and began to drill him. His eyes were closed and the smile remained on his face. I felt him move his arms around to steady his body while I kept driving him into the bed. Sometimes I plowed him fast and then others it was slower, none of it was gentle. His moaning told me what he liked and what he liked more. I never heard "stop" or "slower" or anything negative. Except his status, which was the last thing I was thinking about. Unlike a lot of my recent fucks, this hookup was just about sex, not trying to share my bug and it changed the dynamic. I'm sure the lack of pressure altered how I fucked him because I started to think about the things on his profile that he was into. Many we couldn't do without some toys or moving into the bathroom or hitting some long closed bathhouse or calling another guy or four. But I had an idea or two that might hint at what we could do given the right surroundings. I rolled him back a little further and began to pile drive my cock into him. His eyes were now wide open and the room was filled with the sounds of two bodies slamming together and a bed under a lot of strain. Several minutes later, I stopped and slowly pulled my cock from his hole, making him whimper at the sudden empty feeling. The gape looked damn good with the shine from my spit and precum reflecting off his tender, exposed chute. "Please?" he begged and I slammed my cock back in and then pulled out slowly again. "Oh god yes!" he cried out as my cock went in. I repeated it a few more times before lowering him back down and giving his ass a hard whack. "On your knees" I said, rolling him over. I could sense his uncertainty, all fours or ass up/head down. "Good little pup" I said as I crouched behind him and shoved back in. My hands were planted on his shoulders, steadying myself as I wailed on his ass. I wasn't sure how long he'd be able to stay braced like he was, but it was a good position for me and I was going to enjoy it for as long as I could. It was about five or six minutes longer when he let out a loud groan and his arms collapsed. Based on his hole spasming around my cock, he was shooting a large load onto the bed. It felt too damn good and I couldn't hold back, shooting four or five ropes of my own venom into his defenseless hole. By this time, his legs had given out as well and he was flat on the bed. I adjusted my position, laying on top of him at first and then pushing myself up by my arms. With the last of his shots finished, I resumed pounding him. My dick was just as hard as it was earlier and I kept going. A lot of bottom guys are done when they cum, but he wasn't one of them. Just like I resumed fucking, he resumed massaging my cock with his ass. "Oh god yeah... fuck me" he yelled out. I needed to slow down a little because I wanted to fuck some more. I rolled off of him and replaced my cock with a pair of fingers. The pair soon became three and they were poking and twisting inside his sloppy pig hole. If he didn't realize I'd already dumped some cum in him before, he did when I fed him some from my fingers. He sucked on them like a starving baby on a mother's tit. Pulling away, I pushed them back into his hole getting them all the way to my knuckles. Any further and I'd need some lube to get my hand in him and that would have to happen another day. I played with his ass some more and then mounted him again. Slow and firm was how I started out, each stroke getting harder. His cummy ass felt so good wrapped around my cock and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I pulled him up on to his knees first and drilled a couple more minutes. I wrapped my arms around his chest, giving him a half dozen more thrusts and then pulled him upright. My hips began to slam faster into him and I looked to my left and saw us in the mirror on the wall. We looked so good like that, him obviously with my cock buried deep in his cunt. He glanced over and saw it too. We were staring at each other through our reflection, both of us grinning. "Breed me, papi. Breed me" he cried out while he milked my cock. Just like earlier, I couldn't hold off anymore. My breathing got ragged and then I gave one more shove, planting my throbbing cock in as far as I could. Ropes of hot jizz mixed with the spit and cum from before. "Oh god... thank you, papi" he said softly as the last few spurts shot out. Usually my second load is much smaller than the first and in this case it was reversed. He was filled with my seed and for now, my cock was holding it all in. I rolled us over on to our sides, spooning on the bed. I gave him a few kisses on the back of his neck and a few more on his cheek. We were both covered in sweat and panting as if we'd just come back from a run. Once our breathing and heartrate had slowed, my cock had softened enough to slip out of him. I laid there a few more minutes and then sat up. "So, was that your pity fuck for the year?" he asked as I was reaching for my sweats. "Nah, I don't do pity fucks. Life's too short to waste your time on shit like that. I only fuck guys I'm into" I replied as I pulled one leg on. "So you like fucking fat guys so you can show off your perfect body? Make em wish they were like you - all muscled and thin?" he asked. He didn't sound like he was mocking me, it was more inquisitive. "Sorry, I like to try all sorts of guys. It's more whether I think their going to be a good fuck" I responded, reaching for my t-shirt. I knew he was probing and trying to find out why I'd hooked up with him. "Ah... So I'm just another neg guy you tagged and maybe knocked up?" he then asked, laying there naked, covered in sweat and cum on his bed. "Not really. That might be part of it, but you sounded interesting and I liked a lot of the stuff you had on your profile. We didn't get to most of it so maybe next time we should get a little kinkier" I said, watching him as I slid my gym shoes on. "Next time?" he asked, looking very surprised. "Yeah, why not? I had a great time and I got you to shoot hands free, so I think you did too. Unless you don't want to..." I replied, a little confused. Maybe I had misread him and he was just going through the motions to get the fuck over. He just stared at me a minute before he said "Damn, I didn't even think you'd show up much less want a second time." I could tell he was about to get emotional and I could understand it. I wasn't oblivious to his situation. "Look, I can understand if your self esteem is a little low. People suck and can be damn cruel if you're not their idea of perfect. No one is fuckin perfect. But, you got a lot to offer guys and not just for sex. You're funny, you're smart and damn good in bed. It's a killer combo not a lot of guys have. So yeah, I want a repeat and see what other shit we can try. I bet it's as good as the basic sex we just had" I said, smiling back at him. "Basic sex? That was the best fuck I've had in years. I blew three times and barely touched my dick. Any time you want to go again, I'll be ready" he said, grinning at me. "It was pretty vanilla. We just fucked. It may have gotten a little rough at times, but it wasn't anything wild or kinky. Just a good ole Saturday night, ball drainin' fuck" I said as I stood up and headed towards his door. As I got there I turned and said "Next Saturday, I'll bring the rope and a few toys." "I got a few of my own" he replied as I walked out of his apartment.

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....

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.

Barebacking is better in a fursuit. Been missing it these past few months. Best one, was at a fur con, Sunday afternoon and I've got a few hours before my flight. I've fucked a few boys over the weekend, all ones I knew, friends or friends of friends. Just wanted to get one last one in before I left, so I started hitting up all the telegram groups I could. Fine little piece of ass drops me a line, says he's in one of the groups I'm in. I immediately tell him I wanna dump a load bare in him and as if he's down for that. He says yeah. Doesn't ask any details, just wants a photo of my cock. It's thick and meaty, so yeah, he wants it, no questions. He asks if he can show up in his partial fursuit - just the head and paws - and if I can do the same. Very, very down for this. I put on my head and wait. In less than 10 minutes he's at my door. He's all over me and just lays down on the bed, grabbing his ankles and showing me his tailhole. It's already lubed and loose - definitely pre-used - and I'm balls deep on the first thrust. He's moaning and whimpering and begging for more. I just let him have it - all of what I've got left, until I've just completely emptied myself in him. I hold him down for a bit, putting load after load into him until I'm sure I don't have any more. I even pull out and give it a quick rub to make sure. He hugs me a bit and has me stay there with my cock in him for like five minutes, saying he loves how thick it is. He asks if he wants me to have him unmask now. I say no. He says he's gotta go - his boyfriend is waiting and doesn't know what he's run off to do - and thanks me for dumping a load in him. I wait until he's gone to pop my head off. I still have no idea who he is or what he looks like, and I fucking love it that way. It's now my preferred way at cons. Here's my room number, put on a head, show up and bend over. Don't wanna know anything about you except you want a big furry fox Dad breeding your hole. I even keep a couple extra fursuit heads around for those who don't bring their own. When the con circuit's back, gonna try and throw a party that way. Or at least operate a cum-n-go room. Anyone else feel this way?

I had been fucking bb almost exclusively for a year when last spring I met a guy online who wanted me to go to an "exhibition party" . His name is Jason and he was totally hot, well muscled, scruffy, with one of those barely-there beards that always turns me on. After several conversations he invited me to a bareback party in the back warehouse of a shop a buddy of his was the manager of. We exchanged numbers and he agreed to meet me outside the night of the party. My profile said that I was neg and only bottom for neg guys and he told me there would be some poz guys there but he was neg and would be the only one fucking me. We met just before midnight Jason took me up to the warehouse.He was there with his buddy Mark, another hot guy who had been to these parties before. He was just as hot as his pictures. I was excited to take his load. We got up and there were guys fucking all over the place sucking bend over and cum flying. Id never seen such an amazing hot group of guys swapping loads. Mark took off his top and stripped down to his jock strap and said he had to watch us to see if we were right for the club. Jason pulled off his shirt and I was rock hard at seeing his defined hairy abs. I sucked Jason for a good while and then he turned me over and jammed his tongue down my ass giving me the best rim job I'd ever had.. and he fucked me hard for a good half an hour solid before he shot an amazing load up my ass that was so awesome it was dripping out of my hole...It was so warm and so full. Jason sucked me to finish me off, and before I was even done cumming, Mark came up to me and said I had to leave and he needed to talk to Jason. I was dumfounded, I was wondering if I did something wrong, and as I put my clothes back on I realized all the guys there had pretty much stopped fucking and were watching us. I went home with Jason's cum dripping out my ass and jacked off several times thinking about that awesome party. I texted Jason a few times but didn't get a response until about 4 weeks later he called me out of the blue in the middle of the afternoon. He asked me how I was feeling and to be honest I felt great right after the party but in the last week I was quite worn down and sick. To that he said "really? that's too bad... but listen, the guys are having another party in a couple weeks, are you interested?" and of course I said sounds hot and I was definitely in. He said he would call me again by the end of the week which he did and we met at the same place. I asked where Mark was and Jason said he's already inside. He doesn't need to be here tonight. We walked up the stairs and he told me he had a surprise for me. and we went to the same spot we had been at a month before. and were there was this cute jock about 22 years old. very football player looking. a total turn on. Jason said "This is Chad, I wanna watch you fuck him tonight. Don't worry he's neg. When you're done, I wanna fuck you again." I was not much of a top, but the thought of Jason fucking me again got me so hard, plus Chad was hot and a great fuck. So fucked him hard, and long with everone watching and jammed a big wet load up Chad's tight young mancunt. As soon as Chad came on his chest. Jason said "OK chad, it's time for you to go. and turned to me and said ... Hey... I need to talk to you for a minute" Chad picked up his clothes and Jason and I went into a private closet at the back. Jason said to me "man that was hot ... chad's got quite the ass, eh?" I replied "yeah it was nice... so you've fucked him too?" Jason said "no, not yet, but if he makes it I will.' I laughed a little and joked "well what does he have to do to make it?" Jason then said " he has to poz up a neg hole" I laughed a bit again and said "well I guess I haven't made it yet" Jason just smirked. There was a bit of silence before he spoke again "actually... you did make it... you just pozzed Chad. Welcome to the club" I was confused and questioned,"but you SAID you were neg!" and Jason said " I thought I was .... after we fucked last time, Mark pulled me aside and had the same conversation with me . I didn't know I was poz when I fucked you. Mark converted me at the previous party and didn't tell me until you were already out the door. I was his pledge, you were mine, and now Chad is yours. This is how you get into this club.. You have to poz someone to get in. I couldn't invite you back until I was pretty sure I'd given you the fuck flu. Now that you've pozzed up Chad, you can come anytime you like. The trick is you have to poz someone up before you know you're knocked up" I was angry and excited all at the same time and seeing as I was already knocked up, I went back out into the warehouse with Jason and we swapped loads with everyone watching again. The whole time we fucked ... I was thinking about how I was going to get Chad his full membership into the club....

(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 personally see no problem with anything you said. People who cheat on their partners especially bareback are ethically and morally in the wrong. You are hardly the first person on this forum to suggest this. People have a right to cheat and get off on cheating and get off on bragging about their cheating. That doesn’t make it right. If you cannot live by the agreements you have made with your partner, you probably need to reassess your willingness to be in the relationship. It is always wrong to make a promise you do not intend to keep.

With you Jeff. I have elderly parents that I am keyworker and carer to. I have put myself at risk on so many levels, but Covid puts my loved ones at risk, that is not worth taking any risks. Also I am essential keyworker in Public facing health services that I do not wish to be a superspreader. Btw, my arse is having a good rest, but sitting and sliding on a courgette is awesome with poppers. Take care and keep safe.

Coming from the $cort perspective, I found that a lot of ugly as fuck are pretty good fuckers. Some times. I remember back in those days, letting a guy pick me up at last call - I was thinking it was giving him a "mercy fuck." There's more than a few I went after later for Round 2.

Being blindfolded and assup. Hearing the small noises and wonder did a stranger just cum into the room? Every sound is enhance, the zipper the shorts dropping. Then you feel the wet head poke through your hole and you are being used. At the end of the game it’s about quantity not quality and soon after you’re trying to line another anon to use you.

It wasn't too long ago I had the everyday average Joe kind of life. Wife, two kids already in college, and fluffy had just kicked the bucket after holding on for twenty years...oh yeah and I was straight, at least I tried to be. The old lady couldn't have any more kids, didn't wanna put out, so I did what any red blooded man would do, I went out and I got some tail. Just so happens guys are easier than chicks. Maybe since it was my first few times really since I was a teen I was kind of naive, I didn't do it safe. Ever. I just figured what's the big deal, I'm a top and guys don't get pregnant, so it should be cool more or less. That was until I found out somehow one of these dudes I asked if he was sure he was neg, wasn't so neg after all and I was one of those tops who didn't have it so lucky to get twenty plus years of raw action and no HIV to show for it. So fuck it. I'm stealthing back. I think some...hell, I think MOST of these bottoms are itching to be a victim and just don't want to say their fucked up fantasy of a muscled daddy pinning them down spunking their insides full of tainted semen. I'll just take that little burden off their chest. I've got hundreds of stories...but maybe I'll settle for telling you my most recent. I had just gotten off an all-afternoon business meeting binge. The bane of the white collar executive. Yet, I was free and in an unfamiliar city. This one was a little less impressive than our usual, think it was Providence, Rhode Island. My dick was stiff. My mind was fixed one thing: filling hole. So like any decently clever traveler on new turf, I googled where to get off. "Megaplex, huh?" sounded filthy enough even as I said it, but I bet there were plenty of 'safe-only' teen boy holes and 'maybe just the tip bare' twenty somethings that were neg and ready to have seed planted in their soon to be cum filled boycunts. I was at the address and in the entrance area, before going in I noticed a video booth store and I took a step towards it, but I knew that'd be an adventure for another. Unloading in hole deep was what I needed now and I wanted some space to do it in. I had a room rented and a towel around my waist after changing out of my business suit in what seemed like seconds. My heart was racing already, my blood hot and pulsing in my veins. The scent of sex and the dark moving masculine forms in the dim light all added to my sense of the hunt, trapping willing prey sounds almost too easy I used to think...but it was trapping them for your own pleasures that they did not voluntarily ask for that was the true sport. That's when I saw him, sweet and young in all his sensual allure, a latino boy...such a sexual ethnicity...well-defined body, bubbled butt that was sticking out of just the top of his towel. He leaned against the corner of one of the hallways with some rooms, either cruising or uncertain how to approach. Probably both. I would enjoy taking him if he told me he was neg. My legs were already propelling me for the intercept... "Hi," I stopped dead in my tracks, the greeting came not from the boy but from someone who I had completely overlooked since he wasn't my type. I looked over to the guy, physically he could have been my brother we looked so similar, older guy in his late 30's maybe early 40's but he looked good for his age. Totally worked out bod, nice biceps, perfect chest, shaved smooth of any body hair (though I don't shave.) He had a sweet tanline I could just catch along his waist from the towel dangling a bit sideways at the hip. Blonde hair, slicked back with some long bangs over one of his blue (at least I thought) eyes. He was hot, but he was a daddy sort too. I prefer my hole young and unused, the men my age tend to already be knocked up or convincing liars. "Yeah?" I answered gruffly, glancing over at my latin breeding ground briefly. I didn't want to be rude, but wanted it to be quick. "Just, couldn't help but notice you," he said in a voice that totally broke the idea he could be a daddy top like me. I smirked at the words, "You see I just thought you seemed about the same age as me, and I haven't been here before but you didn't look like you were too familiar with the place either." "Oh?" He had my attention now, he sounded genuinely nervous, and he hadn't been there before? Maybe he was a late-bloomer, one of those guys who only fuck with guys after they finally come out late in life from some divorce. Mmm that would make his hole plenty neg and me plenty interested. "Did I guess wrong?" he asked, looking off to the side a bit, his blonde hair falling down onto his face softly dripping with wet probably from the steam rooms, "I haven't fooled around too much with guys, but think it'd be more comfortable with someone from a similar background." "Yeah, you married too?" I grinned impishly. "Divorced three years now," he replied with a somewhat abashed smile of his own, it was plain to see his hardon beneath the towel. I didn't have to look to the latino boy to know someone had either got him now before me or he moved on to see what else was going on. This new prospect was fun enough, his naivety was pretty easy to gauge. I'd be knocking his hole up before the end of an hour. "Got a room?" I inquired, always good to let them feel like they were in a familiar spot, easier to make them open their hole. "Yeah, this way," he said. Now my own bulge was showing, it wouldn't be long before he would see I had a 8.5 incher tucked away beneath the towel, and hopefully he didn't get scared off. I'd be stuffing this cock into him one way or another. "Oh fuck!" He gasped when I closed the door behind us after getting into his room, my towel had already come off and he was boggling at my thick member, slick with precum already. "You like?" I laughed a deep laugh, without waiting for his answer I gripped his boy-ish blonde hair and forced him down onto his knees on the cot and climbed on as well leaning back a bit while his mouth wrapped around my dick and slid slowly towards its base. The muffled moans were affirmation enough as I looked at the amazingly shapely ass he sported when his own towel came undone and fell to the bed and then slid to the floor. "I hope you like to get fucked boy," I groaned softly in pleasure as I spoke to him and tilted my head back. More enthusiastic sucking followed with the occassional, 'Mmhmm' afterwards. "Got condoms?" I questioned, "I'm ready to slide your ass onto my dick, I can tell you're not used to deep throating and I need more than half my cock wet." He looked around quickly, but it looked like all they put in here was some lube packets, forgot the condoms. "Damn," he swore, "don't wanna walk all the way up there for more, you don't have any?" "Nah man," I sighed, scratching my head feigning disappointment, "I would fuck you raw if I knew you were neg for sure and were cool with raw play." Now his blue eyes flickered in hesitation but also in impatient lustful hunger for being fucked and filled. "They had the rapid HIV testing earlier," he confessed finally, "I never cheated but figured why not. Gave a sheet saying I'm free and clear." He produced a piece of paper with today's date on it. BINGO! "Then what are we waiting for," gripped his waist and had him spun around facing the wall in an instant, his pert tight hole was in need of a fat cock like mine to loosen it up. Loose hole felt infinitely better than tight hole, everything was tight anyways to a cock this thick. One hand was forcefully pushing on the upper mid portion of his back to keep his head lowered and ass up closer to my cock for access and the other hand was guiding my head straight for his hole as I spit a nice glob of saliva onto that perfect little target where my cock needed to be inserted. "Mmm, wait how do I know you're neg?" I suppressed an annoyed huff as I looked at him with my intense green eyes that were probably seeming somewhat predatory at the moment. "I don't have a rapid HIV tester to go to right now, but I think since I didn't just go diving into you without asking status and what not, it's safe to bet," my logic was pretty good. If he had condoms or even just wasn't lazy to make a 7 minute trip to the front desk, perhaps I'd lose out on this raw opportunity, but that was all on him. He quickly acquiesced to the words and I could see and feel his muscles relax into submission. The pink hole was mine to corrupt. "Even though I'll let you fuck me raw," he said as I was already pressing him open and sliding in, "just...ah! Don't cum inside please." He was already writhing and moaning as I kept feeding that hungry orifice my cock meat. He slid back some lube to me, which I didn't mind using, wanted his hole raw and sore but not my cock, and this fucker was tight. He'd get ripped before the end. I mounted on top of him, a few inches off the bed now since he was face down and ass up but not flat on his stomach. Both hands were on the small of his back just plowing away. "Hot," came a voice from the door. I must've not closed it all the way. A small crowd of three guys were watching jealously as I plowed that fuck hole I knew I'd be breeding any minute. The one who had made the comment was the latino boy I wanted to stuff and fill earlier. Maybe he hadn't found the right daddy yet to knock his neg boy pussy up yet...and I could get a second-wind for that. "Close--" he moaned load after a well-timed slam to his hole came from me, followed by a quicker burst of ball slapping thrusts that made his hole ass shake from the force of my pounding, "--door!" He groaned as his hole opened more to save itself from being totally demolished from the barrage of cock that slid in and out of his ass at full speed. "I want everyone to know this hole belongs to me boy, you're giving it up and they are gonna now I've marked this territory," I growled, gripping another handful of his hair and yanking it so his face turned sideways to the left facing the direction of the on lookers which had grown to seven, and now people were pushing in trying to touch each other, jerking their selves off, and some even daring to reach for us though a few annoyed hands would bat theirs away if it obscured their view of the fuck scene. That cock hungry bottom bitch just moaned in ecstasy at being told he was going to be used and put on display. These New England Bottoms were always so pious even with the raw cock leaking pre-cum in their holes, and I loved turning these whores out to show their true colors. "Ahhhh! FUUUUCK!" I yelled, my hot load was pouring out in huge gushes, as I rammed into him again and again without losing any speed. "You're not going in me, right?" he managed to get out even as his head now pressed against the corner, the pillow the only buffer between him and having to bounce against the wall with each forceful thrust. My toxic load soaked his insides, but pulled out just as I could feel my cock getting ready to unleash a fifth wave of cum. The load was still sizeable coating his ass and some of his hole with my poison seed that was everywhere inside him, I wonder if he knew just how deep I had fucked my cum, not to mention the pre-cum which was a fuck ton just by itself. "Nah, man, relax," I assured him, when I finally could compose myself, I heard other guys cumming outside the room as they watched, either they jerked off or someone was sucking them off, "I have some self-control." He got up as he used a tentative finger to press into his hole. "Oh fuck, that's alot of cum on my ass," he breathed and I could hear how turned on he was, "and how much lube did you use? My hole feels drenched and full." "Can never have too much lube, you were really tight," I smirked, hole full of lube? I wondered if even he believed that. "You're really neg, right?" he asked again, as he pushed his hole open and a stream of liquid came spurting out, it wasn't white, my cum was clear, so he probably was still thinking it was in fact lube. I knew otherwise and I am certain some of those voyeurs did too. "Kinda late to ask now," I laughed mocking tossing my used towel that wiped off the juices from my cock onto his face and walked out.

Just pumped a furry Jewish fucker's ass full of my pent up cum. On BBRT his profile said Sasquatch hairy or something. That bothers the shaved-smooth types but I didn't care. I still planted my face inbetween his hairy butt cheeks and sucked on his hairy fuckhole. He let out a big moan when my tongue went up his fuckhole. No cum to taste but my bet is his fuckhole gets used. His ass gave a nice firm bounce everything I pounded. Moaner too. And I noticed his Menorah and other stars and such out of the corner of my eye when pumping his ass so kinda hot knowing he's Jewish. Maybe that bothers some too but my dick was liking it. It was quick pump n dump. I bumped into the guy's neighbor again who had just started walking a dog and was just finishing that dog walk when I walked out the guy's door. Buddy said he hopes to see my dick again, and I bet I'll see his furry ass again!

How many of you have OCD about Covid?....this is one bug that has really negativity impacted me....my job...my sex life...etc... it sucks cause when I think I'm over being paralyzed in fear and ready to get back to fisting parties, bathhouse fucking, and just being a slut and letting strangers fuck me....I totally freak....Am I alone in this fear?

My Somewhat hairy Jewish HOLE !

I totally agree with others that say the risk of my catching and transmitting covid to my loved ones just because I need laid isn't worth it. I have a young relative that has all the symptoms and is being tested for it right at this moment, and everyone is worried. I have people that I do shopping for because of covid. Like most of the US, my area has spiked in cases. Sex has been around forever, it will still be there after covid is under control, and I plan on making up for lost time when it is. Until then, the Breeding Zone story forums have been a great stress reliever! Keep those stories "cumming", guys!

I'm with @Justaholeff and @DarkroomTaker, very mindful of COVID.....what I bring on myself is one thing; what I bring onto others is a different ballgame altogether. Not risking it. I'll be a whore and slut again when all is over.

Well... for starters, this took place in the UK, where (at the time) PrEP was not available. The article makes it clear the incidents in question happened between October 2015 and February 2016, years before PrEP was available there. So no, that wasn't an option for the bottoms. Secondly, as the article made clear, it wasn't a case of the condom "breaking" as in under pressure; he'd cut the condoms so that they were open from the start. It's true that even still, HIV is not a death sentence. But it's a life sentence to medications that can wreak havoc with your body. If they receive a life sentence thanks to his actions, why shouldn't he? Mind you - this is a case where the guy deliberately set out to infect others, by his own admission. What's a cop out is not reading the article for the facts presented and expressing an opinion that doesn't address the information provided.

Nothing is hotter to me that a top who is smaller than me. I was getting fucked by a young black top earlier this year who was about 5'6", lean and muscular with about a 9" dick that is super thick. He is one of the hottest men who ever bred me.

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

Surprised no one has mentioned this... but when a guy looks at you and touches his balls or makes sounds, he is telling you he wants you. What you are experiencing is old school cruising. Before cell phones and aps, we had gaydar lol. It wasn't always reliable, but hey, neither are aps. If a guy touches his cock or balls, it usually signals that that is where he wants attention. Making sucking sounds is a signal for oral, could go either way (top or bottom). As others have noted, wearing a jock sends a good signal that you are bottom (to those who know, some guys may be new or not catch on to the meaning), a chastity cage is a signal that is hard to miss lol. A return communication if a guy looks at you and touches His cock, is to return the gaze and touch your ass or finger your hole. That's a pretty clear communication when cruising, and anyone watching will get the message as well. It may help you to remember, the fear of rejection is a double edged sword, it cuts both ways. I.e., guys who may really want you fear rejection too, so you have to be approachable. Shy, fearful guys often send off a vibe of being closed, or even aloof, even though that is not how they feel at all. Guys may feel just as intimidated by you as you feel about them.

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.

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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.

I sat there helpless as more and more men circled me feeding me their cocks while others fucked me without mercy. I had about 10 more Poz loads in my throat and ass before my father came back over to the couch and picked me up and carried me over to another couch to take a break. We talked a bit and he gave me some water to drink and a butt plug to hold in all of those loads in as much as i could. He told me that for a while he was monitoring what I was looking up online and watching to see what I was doing in my room at home when I thought no one was around and knew that he was going to be the first to pop my cherry when the time was right. He knew the owner of the club and when my birthday application was sent in the owner called him and told him about it so he made sure to have everythi g ready for me. I was shocked to hear all that of this and was even more so to know that my mom had no clue about anything as well. After awhile my dad scooped me back into his arms and carried me to a sling in the club and whent on again at plowing my ass with his massive cock. It drew in a crowed again all standing with hard cocks slick with cum and precum just waiting their turn to get at my ass again. Once my dad unloaded his Poz seed into my hole for a second time I could see a much larger man tap him on the shoulder and he walked away with this man. With my hole loaded again with my dad's cum it was open season again on my hole for anyone who wanted it. It was a frenzy of cocks being shoved into my ass and mouth all sporting about how viral their loads were. One of the men fucking me stood still for a moment after erupting into my ass and I wasn't sure what was going on until I started to feel warm and went on the inside and then I realized that this man was pissing in my ass. I never thought I would feel this full and warm and I was loving every moment of it. When all the other men saw how I was enjoing the piss in me it brought on a whole new game for them. Each man started to piss in my ass and my throat after cumming in them turning me on even more than what I thought would. This went on for a while and I knew I had to piss soon myself and I tried to voice that and the men laught at that and just told me to piss on myself and on them as well. With that I let loose a torrent of piss coating every part of my body and others as well and when it stoped the men around me started to lap at my pissed soaked body as if it was all nectar to them. I heard laughter as I looked up and saw my dad walking back up to me with that large man I saw him leaving with earlier. I see you're fitting in well with everyone sport but it is now time to start the last event before I take you home. I looked at the clock behind him thinking it was still early and saw that it was already 4 in the morning and was shocked that I had been here for hours collecting so many loads. Alright boys time to unplug from my son's hole so we can finish marking him for the night. With a groan of disappointment the guys who were around me backed away and the last two who were throat fucking me and fucking my piss and cum filled ass finished blowing their loads and walked away as well. My dad inspected my ass and saw the stream of piss mixed with cum started to leak out and he buried his face into my hole sucking it out into his mouth and sharing it with me. He picked me up again out of the sling and carried me to the showers and had me push out as much as I could and started to clean me up. Once I had all the cum and piss pushed out of me my dad started to dry me off and picked me up again and carried me to a black table that was set up I'm the middle of the club. The huge man my dad was talking with before grabbed the mike and announced that it was time for the marking ceremony of our newly soon to be pozzed birthday boy and as the winner of the auction his dad has chosen what to do with his prize. He wants his son's biohazard tatto to be a three part, one on his cock one on his ballsack and the other to be on his freshly fucked and pozzed hole. This brought allot of cheers and applause from all the guys around. We also agreed that because this was such a successful night that we are going to be piercing his cock his nipples and giving him a jacob's ladder as well. This brought another round of cheers and applause as well. I looked aty dad and he smiled at me and began to strap me to the table. He then wheeled out a table laid with all sorts of needles and other objects that they were ready to use on me. The big guy walked over and snapped on a pair of black gloves and started to unpagage the needles and the jewelry he was ready to put in me. A bottle of poppers were presented under my nose to help me through it all and I took a long inhale from the bottle as instructed. The big man went to swab my nipple with antiseptic and placed black dots on either side of my nipples where he was going to push the needle through. He looked down at me and said on the count of three take a long hit off the poppers ok boy? I nodded and was ready for his count. Alright everyone count down. They did and on the count I inhaled deeply as I felt the sharp sting of the needle run through my skin. The pain was so intense I bucked upwards and without trying I shot the biggest load I have ever shot covering my stomach and newly pierced nipple in cum causing the crowed to cheer even more. The man doing my piercing smiled at this and started to lap at the pool of cum calling it his tip for the work. Once my cum was cleared off he washed me down and got ready for the next one and as before he counted down and I took an even deeper pull on the poppers and it still made me buck upwards as he stabbed my other nipple. Once I calmed down from those piercings he moved down to my cock which had soften after all of that. He swabbed my cock head and this time pierced it with barley any pain and moved right along to the jacob's ladder and again there was little pain. He cleaned up my new jewelry and took off his gloves and replaced them with a new set and grabbed his tattoo gun and the red ink on the table and went right to work on tattooing my cock first. There was some discomfort but they made sure to keep the poppers flowing and I looked to the side to see my dad being fucked while his little boy was being marked. He didn't take his eyes off of me and I had to look away in fear of getting hard and messing up my tattoo. He made quick work on my cock and went straight to my balls and was able to brand them with my new mark quicky as well. Once he was done with them a quick adjustment to the table made it easier for him to tattoo my now de virginized and hopefully pozzed hole. This one took a bit and when he finished he washed my tattoos and piercings once more before covering them and givinge the cleaning instructions. When he was finished he got back on stage and announced that I was now a proud member of the club. Everyone cheered fore and my dad brought me on stage and shared a deep kiss with me. We started to leave and my dad told me that we needed to talk tomorrow when I got to my car.

Adam had just turned eighteen a few days before, but he knew he looked younger and that might be a problem. He pushed his long blond bangs out of his eyes and looked across the street at the door and the neon sign above it. The Edge’s sign flashed blue at a regular pace. He’d wanted to come to the bathhouse since he first learned of it when he was sixteen. Now he was legal and he wanted to go in, but was kind of scared of what actually went on inside. He seen all sorts of men go in during the fifteen minutes he had watched the door. He took a deep breath and walked across the street. Adam opened the door and was confronted by a heavy set man behind a security window. “One please,” he asked nervously handing the man a twenty. “ID kid,” the man asked looking hard at Adam. Adam handed him his driver’s license and waited. “Shit kid, you look sixteen if a day. You’re gonna be really popular tonight,” he chuckled handing Adam a towel, and a lock with a key on a wrist band. “No clothes allowed kid, only towels, ‘k?” "Sure,” Adam said beginning to get second thoughts about walking around with only a towel on for several hours. Before the man behind the glass buzzed Adam into the bathhouse another man entered. He was a good six foot tall, and a rock solid 285 lbs. His dark brown curly hair was cut short. The beginnings of a five o’clock shadow made him seem even more masculine that he already was. A hefty budge in his jeans only added to this image. Adam could feel himself start to get hard, as he stared at the man in awe. This was a man’s man without a doubt. Adam felt his six inches start to ooze pre-cum. “Dean you old dog, how the hell have you been? Long time no see.” “Not bad Jack, business has had me doing a lot of traveling the last few months putting out fires for the company. I’ve finally got some time off and looking to release some tension if you know what I mean.” He chuckled as he grabbed his crotch. “You want a room like usual?” “Sure, which one do you have available?” “How about 18?” the man grinned as he nodded towards Adam? “Lucky 18, always good for some fun,” he said looking at Adam. “Pig sling room booked yet tonight?” “Nah, want it?” “Yeah, let me have it too. I think I’ll have something to fill it before the night is over,” Dean said with a smirk. Jack buzzed the two men into the bath house. He was glad the bath had video cameras hidden all over the place. He was looking forward to seeing Dean pound the hell out of the hot looking eighteen year old twink. Jack knew the boy was in for the ride of his life tonight and when the twink left he would be a changed man in more ways than one. Adam didn’t know what to expect when he walked through the steel door into the bathhouse. The long hall way was dark with a dim light at the far end. He felt the large man come up next to him. “First time here?” Dean asked, already knowing the answer. “Yeah, I just turned eighteen a few days ago and wanted to see what it was like,” Adam said shyly. “Well, welcome to The Edge. I’m Dean,” he said extending his hand to the young twink he was looking forward to breeding. “Adam,” said the boy taking the man’s hand. “Don’t worry guy, I’ll be happy to show you around here. I know it can be a little intimidating the first few times, but once you’re used to it can be a lot of fun. Here let me walk you to your locker and you can put your stuff away and get changed,” Dean said being friendly. “It’s just like a gym locker room at school. Afterwards I’ll meet you back here in a few and we can walk around together. I have a room, so if you feel like the whole thing is a little much we can go back there until you’re ready to explore some more.” Dean walked off leaving Adam to change and put all his clothes in his locker. This felt a whole lot different to Adam, than changing in the locker room at school. There everyone generally tried to avoid looking at everyone’s junk, but here all the men were actively trying to make sure everyone saw it or were busy looking at other guys’ cocks and asses. Most of the men in and around the locker room and sauna were either hard or semi-hard. Adam was surprised there were so many different types of men here. Some were heavy-set and hairy, others almost skeleton thin, still others were built gym-rats. Surprisingly there as a fairly large amount of the men there were much older men, but many though were just average looking middle aged men. Adam was in the minority in that there seemed to be few young twinks and most of them seemed more interested servicing the older men rather than someone like him. There was a pretty good mixture of Afro-American, white and Hispanic men. Some of the much older men would wrap their towels around them tightly so you see their dicks like hard mounds under their towels. Others in better shape just threw their towels over their shoulders, so you could see their dicks pointing straight out or swinging like thick pieces of sausages between their legs. The men grinned and smiled at Adam as he took all his clothes off. More than once did the young twink catch some of the men stroking their dicks as they looked and his dick and ass. He felt like a piece of meat a pack of starving dogs was preparing to devour. Adam tried to wrap his towel completely around him but it was too small to stay wrapped completely closed. He was forced to hold the ends together with one hand. In the other hand he had a small baggie with rubbers in it. The most sexually Adam had managed to do in high school so far was jack off with a couple friends when they had been drunk after a few parties. Adam came close once to sucking off a band member during a football game in the fall under the bleachers, but in the end they both chickened out for fear of getting caught. The incident had left him hot and bothered for days and weeks afterwards. They would pass one another in the hallways, but were afraid to do anything. Adam didn’t want to graduate from high school in June still a virgin. Sure, this wasn’t the most romantic place to do it, but here were men, not boys, who would make sure he learned something about sex. He didn’t want to look foolish in bed with the first guy he slept with at college. So here he was, willing to lose his virginity here and hopefully would get to fuck a guy as well. That way he would 'know his way around a man in bed' so to speak. If he was lucky Dean, who was the hottest guy there, would be willing to do him. Dean returned a few minutes later dressed only in a towel and carrying a small bottle in his hand along with a pack of cigarettes. He was fully hard at the thought of breeding Adams tight eighteen year old ass. He figured the boy may have been fucked by some of his school mates, but never had a man up there yet. He wanted to make sure he changed that for Adam and be the first charged load of many before the night was over up his tight little twink neg ass. Dean knew the boy was a bit tense, but once he got the 1st hit of Tina in Adam that would all change. He hoped he might even be able to slam the boy making him a total slut begging for dick, and then put him in the pig sling room to make sure the boy left here pozzed up after being gangbanged all night. He loved stealthing young twinks where ever he went. He’d been stealthed at sixteen by someone else and figured it was only fair to share the gift with as many men as possible. Since he was constantly moving and taking trips for his job, Dean was able spread his gift world-wide to as many men as he could. Dean thought Adam looked so pure and angelic with his longish light blond hair, smooth pale skin and cute perky coral colored dime-sized nipples. He stood at about 5’6”, and 120 lbs. with bright blue eyes and Dean guessed he had a six inch average sized cock, uncut as Dean would discover. Though he didn’t play any sports, Adam stayed toned by skateboarding, which made him very desirable in the bathhouse as a fuck toy to be used and bred. “Let me give you a tour and then we can chill on patio for a bit,” Dean said admiring the sexy eighteen year old who would soon be getting his gift. Dean walked Adam around the bathhouse showing him the TV room, exercise machines, video room, glory holes, maze, showers and steam room. He could tell the men were jealous of him walking around with this hot twink. But in the end they would thank him when all of them had the chance to slide in the boy’s hot lil’ cunt and breed him. Otherwise only one man would be lucky enough to tap it and judging from the boy carrying a bag of rubbers would have to fuck him covered. Adam and Dean walked out on the dark patio and found a table in the back behind some tall ferns where they couldn’t be seen too well by others. Adam found Dean easy to talk to and soon found himself talking about the first hand job with his best friend. He later joined various other friends in beating off to porn videos and magazines. His best friend thinking it was too gay made them stop jerking off together and made a big effort in publicly getting a blow job from a well-known slut of a cheerleader. Going online and reading stories and watching videos was all in the end Adam had left to relive his needs. Finally now that he was eighteen he wanted to lose his cherry to an older more experienced man. Dean smiled to himself; this was going to be even more fun that he thought. He was going to get to take the twink’s cherry and poz him all at the same time. Dean realized Adam was interested in him because the teen kept adjusting his hard-on under the skimpy towel Jack had purposely given the teen. Soon once the eighteen year old was fucked up; Dean would have him walking around with the towel wrapped around his neck and not his waist. He wanted all the men in the bathhouse to see what they were going to get a chance to load up with their loads after he was finished with Adam. Dean decided it finally time to get the ball rolling and prepare to pop this cherry. He opened out the cigarette pack and pulled out a “T” laced joint and lit up taking a big inhale, before passing it to Adam. Adam didn’t normally smoke pot that often. He preferred to stay straight, so he could stay in control and focused on school. He wanted to get into NYU film school the next year after graduating and knew grades were important. Adam didn’t want to seem uncool in front of this hot stud of a man. He knew this man would be gentle with him if they had sex. He trusted Dean and knew the man would treat him right in bed. Plus he thought the weed would help him feel more relaxed when he got fucked for the first time. Dean at first thought he’d have to do some fast talking to get Adam to smoke the “T” laced joint as he watched the inner turmoil inside him, but the teen soon was smoking away. Dean took a couple more big hits and had Adam finish the rest of the large joint. He could see both the pot and “T” were starting to really work on the unsuspecting eighteen year old. Before Adam finished smoking the joint Dean took the roach from him. He took the last hit from him and leaned in to shotgun the last hit to Adam. With little effort he was soon kissing Adam passionately making the twink even hornier than before from smoking the joint. “Hey Adam, let’s go hang out in my room for a bit. We can watch a video while we relax,” Dean stood up and helped Adam stand up. He grabbed him and kissed the blond twink hard again causing the twink to drop his towel. Dean stroked the six inch dick causing Adam to moan into him. He grabbed the brown bottle and his pack of cigarettes taking Adam’s hand leading him to the room where he’d lose his cherry and take his first poz load. Adam pulled away from Dean heading back to the table. At first, Dean thought it was to grab the bag of rubbers, but Adam grabbed his dropped towel. To make sure Adam didn’t notice the rubbers, Dean wet his middle finger with spit and slid it home in Adam’s virgin cunt. He aimed for the eighteen year old's prostate, which, of course, caused Adam to gasp in pleasure. The “T” laced joint was already beginning to do its work and make Adam horny for cock. Dean worked Adam’s ass for a few minutes before pulling him to a standing position kissing him hard. He continued working the teen’s boy cunt as he kissed him deeply. Finally Dean pulled away smiling at now lust filled Adam. “Ready to go to my room?” he grinned, asking the latest in a long string of victims. “Hell yeah!” Adam panted excitedly. He had never been so horny after smoking a joint. Dean’s fingering felt even better than his own fingers. He desperately needed to feel this man inside him. He hoped Dean would be gentle since was so he was so large and Adam was still a virgin. He knew it would hurt at first but would feel better soon afterwards. Or at least that’s what all the stories on Nifty said. Dean made Adam wear his towel around his neck as they walked to his room. He wanted to do a little advertising for Adam’s later gangbang. He wanted Adam to walk out in the morning with his eighteen year old pussy dripping poz cum from being well fucked by as many men as possible. Dean played with Adam’s ass as they walked pass various men looking or having sex throughout the bathhouse on the way to his room. The poor twink was moaning like a slut and trying to force more of Dean’s fingers into his teen cunt even before they got to the room. Fortunately the walk to Dean's room was only a few seconds, and upon arrival, Adam was hornier than he had ever been in his life. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this man to fuck him and take his cherry. Dean maneuvered the eighteen year old boy to the bed and finally pulled his fingers from Adam’s hole. He stood over the panting lust filled eighteen year old boy. Dean knew the boy was ready for the next step in stripping away his innocence. Dean finally pulled off his towel exposing to Adam for the first time his red bull can thick cut eight inch fuck stick. The huge mushroom head with its large gold hoop piercing was nearly twice as wide as the cock was thick. Adam had never seen a cock that big or dangerous looking. He had no doubt when Dean finished with him Adam would know what it meant to be fucked. He knew he should be afraid of the dick, but there was an itch building deep inside his hole to feel Dean shoving it in him. It was like he was totally losing his inhibitions. Sure Adam knew some of his inhibitions were lowered by the weed, but this was different. It was like they weren’t even there anymore. Adam needed sex and needed it bad. Dean grabbed one of his famous “T” laced bottles of warming lube; it was time to prime Adam for his first breeding. end of part 1

Day 1 Corey and Richard had been dating a good year, when Corey received a random friend request on Facebook from a handsome Australian guy, Shane. Shane is 23 years old, and was in the midst of planning a trip to the grand 'ole USA, with his first stop being Tampa, Florida. Never a shy type, Shane had started looking for cute guys to hang with, and with some luck have some fun with whilst on holidays, hence - his contact with Corey and Richard. As mentioned, Shane is quite the handsome Aussie fella, 6'1" tall, light brown hair, blue eyes, toned swimmers build, vers, 8 inch uncut dick and to top it off - a smile that can melt butter. He is, however, in equally amazing company as Corey is 22 years old, 5'10", slim, blond hair, green eyes, devilishly cute, mostly bottom and 6 inches cut, and his boyfriend Richard is a 24 year old, muscled Adonis, close to 6' tall, slim waist, chiseled abs, pecs, 9 inch cut cock, vers and definition on top of his definition. His true strength though is his genuine likability - he's just a sweet young man with no attitude like other gym junkies out there. After several weeks of chatting via Facebook and 'clean' video calls on Skype from Australia, Corey and Richard felt comfortable enough with Shane to offer their guest room to him for a week or two. Their generous offer was gratefully accepted by Shane and the planning process for the Tampa leg went into full swing. Clearly Shane's intentions were known to himself, however what he didn't realise was that Corey and Richard were not only genuinely excited to host this Aussie, but also to see if they could get some hot action from this stunning uncut Australian tourist. D'day arrived and after 27 hours in total travel and transit time from Australia, Shane finally arrived in Tampa to very welcoming smiles and hugs from Corey and Richard. Right from the get go, it was clear there was a mutual attraction between all. Having travelled for so long, the plan was to drive home for a quick stop to allow Shane to shower, and then head out for a drink and get to know each other. As Shane entered the bathroom, he deliberately left the door cracked, on the off chance the boys wanted to have a peek. It didn't take long, not a second after the water was running, both boys were peeking through the crack in the door. Both Corey and Richard admired the fine formed Aussie in their shower; as the water cascaded over his tanned pecs, and slim swimmers waist. The boys were all worked up in an instant. Richard had been standing behind Corey, as he is taller and it offered them both better vantage points to peer through the cracked door. This however, easily allowed his stiff 9 inch cock to rub Corey's rear, a sensation he never tired of. Given their heightened state of arousal, Corey quickly dropped to his knees and pulled Richards pants down, devouring Richards cock in a flash. During his hasty relocation, Corey bumped the door, and caused it to emit a slight, but still noticeable squeak. Shane immediately heard the noise, however without missing a beat, he continued his shower routine as normal, although the knowledge that both boys were now watching him shower made him exceptionally happy of what might happen in the weeks ahead. Corey was crouching at his lovers feet, sucking his man's dick, enjoying the taste, the sensation, and imagining the three of them fucking. Whilst Richard was enjoying his blowjob, he kept peering into the bathroom, soaking up the visual delights in front of him, all the while Corey was priming the juice in Richard's balls through his expert suck technique. Richard was now losing himself in the blowjob, gently leaning back on the door frame, closing his eyes as the warm wet mouth worked his cock over, Corey's tongue gently teasing and stimulating the sensitive nerve endings on his cock. Corey was very talented in the oral department, as neither he nor Richard noticed when Shane turned-off the shower, nor when he dried himself off. Shane, on the other hand, heard the gentle slurping noise from the hallway, which triggered an immediate reaction in his groin. He took a seat on the closed toilet seat, which faced the door, and proceeded to stroke his cock until it was at full mast. He sat there and continued working his cock as he listened to the delightful sounds from the hall, knowing full well he was the inspiration for the commencement of the boy's sexual interaction. Shane collected a generous amount of spit in his mouth and then transferred it to his left hand, gently working it between his fingers. He then raised his legs off the floor, his knees to his chest, and started working his slick fingers into his tight Aussie hole. With his fingers working his hole over and his fist jacking his cock, it didn't take long for Shane's cock to start leaking generous amounts of precum. The shine on his cock was amazing, with small beads of precum dripping down the length of his eight inch tool, like wax dripping down the side of a candle. Richard fell from the skies, and realised the shower was now off, and having lost all sense of time he genuinely had no idea how long they had been there in the hallway. Richard listened at the door for signs of life in the bathroom, and when he couldn't hear anything his curiosity got the better of him; so he pushed the door open in one go and both he and Corey we there in the hallway, in awe of the sight in front of them. The hot piece of Aussie meat, on display in all his glory. His hole being worked over, now with four fingers of his left hand in his arse, pounding away, his eyes closed, Shane was now the one lost in sexual delights; just as Richard had been not five minutes earlier. Corey stood and together he and Richard finished undressing each other, then proceeded towards Shane. With slight hesitation, Richard got down and started kissing Shane's inner thigh, and at that exact moment Corey started sucking on Shane's exposed piece of meat. This of course snapped Shane back into reality, and as his smile grew from ear to ear the three young men simply shared an unspoken moment whereby they acknowledged their carnal desire for each other and subsequently allowed the moment to play its course. Shane now removed his own fingers from his hole as Richard was now there, itching to tongue fuck his hole, and he didn't disappoint! Rimming has always been one of Richards favourite sexual pleasures and he was right in Shane's hole, enjoying every moment of it. Alternating from licking the outer edge, to deep forceful thrusts to scratching up Shane's hole with the stubble on his chin. Corey on the other hand was getting Shane's cock slick with generous amounts of spit, because he wants nothing more than Shane's fat uncut 8 inch cock inside his arse! The first words in a very long time were now spoken by Corey, when he asked Richard if Shane could fuck him. Corey is quite submissive sexually and if told to by Richard, he will take any mans cock and load, but only if told to do so by his boyfriend. Richard of course said yes, but said to Shane that if he wanted to fuck around with them it must be bareback, to which Shane said that he tested negative a week prior to his USA trip, although he's been exclusively bareback for the past 3 years. This was music to their ears, and without hesitation, Richard pulled Shane toward him a little so that Shane's arse was slightly over the edge of the toilet seat, whilst Shane grabbed onto the basin on one side and the bath tub on the other side to steady himself. Immediately, Corey threw his leg over Shane and whilst facing him, sat down on Shane's cock, gently lowering himself down, allowing his arse to adjust to the raw cock now working it's way deep within him. As this was taking place, Richard lined up his 9 inch fuck stick to Shane's tight hole and with reckless abandon punched it balls deep into Shane, causing Shane to yelp in obvious discomfort. Richard hesitated a little, knowing he's a rough fuck at the best of times, he was a little worried that he'd perhaps gone a little too hard, too soon in their first encounter with Shane, however as Shane sensed that he'd adjusted his style, he quickly told to Richard to fuck him like the whore he is, to use his cumhole like the countless number of men before him. This triggered a little something inside Richard and a hot nasty perverted smile swept across his face. He began fucking Shane's hole like there was no tomorrow and Shane took it like an absolute champ, even as the micro tearing from the chin stubble scratches started to become more and more irritated, Shane never showed discomfort. He enjoyed the pounding he was receiving from Richards massive fuck tool. Corey was bouncing on Shane's cock like a 5 year old on a trampoline, every so often he'd grind down and get Shane's cock inside him as far as it would go, deeper and deeper. Even though Corey was submissive, he was quite vocal, but not moaning, more like dirty talk, and as he was grinding down on Shane's cock he was telling Shane how Richard owns his hole, how he must be ready for Richard, Richard's mates or complete strangers to fuck him and breed him whenever Richard see's fit. Shane was so turned on hearing that, with the steady pounding on his hole, his tight anal lips wrapped snug around Richards thick cock, tearing him up. Whilst the hot young hole belonging to Corey is thrusting down on his own fuck stick, it's all getting a little too much for Shane to bear. His moaning becomes uncontrollable! The sensations all too much. Corey is doing an expert job, working Shane's dick with his cum hole, talking dirty, begging for Shane's load, grunting "Fuck me, cum up my twink hole you hot Aussie fucker!" Corey is slamming himself down, tweaking Shane's pierced nipples and finally Shane reaches his breaking point, he shouts out that he's gonna cream Corey's tight hole, fuck his load in deep. And with that, the process begins, his orgasm is upon them, his cock thickens inside Corey's hole and he sprays his 3 day load in this young mans hole. Of course as this happens, the relentless pounding from Richard hasn't subsided, Shane's battered hole, aching and tender, pulsing around Richards meat, as Richard slams into Shane with all his might and unleashes a torrent of cum, fucking it into Shane's inner walls. Ensuring his load is thoroughly absorbed into this Aussie, making sure his passport is officially 'Tampa' stamped. Long after Richards orgasm has passed, he was still slowly working his cock in and out of Shane, churning the cum into a froth. Shane and Corey are locked in a passionate embrace, broken when Corey moves only enough to whisper in Shane's ear that he and Richard are recently Poz, and unmediated. Shane remains silent for a moment and Corey is concerned that his comment could have scared Shane due to his silence, however, his fears are alleviated when he feels Shane's dick begin to thicken inside him again. And only then does Shane let both the guys know that he'll do everything in his power to ensure he becomes poz whilst he stays with them, and return to Australia and share their gift internationally. The boys decide that they are now too exhausted to head out for a drink, and that the spare room won't be required as Shane should be sleeping in their bed for the next two weeks. Naturally Shane is more than happy with this proposal, and all three head straight to bed without showering, as they enjoy the smell and feel of each other after their sexual experience. The hosts lay either side of Shane as they drift off to sleep, each silently pondering what sexual adventures will be experienced over the next 13 days.

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

Their bush is filling your mouth and their balls are on your chin.

Great start! More please!

If you're shy, what I'm proposing may be hard to do, but nothing gets the point across better than dropping to your knees and sucking in a public area or as mentioned above, getting in the sling when a guy you like is nearby. If the top wants privacy, he will lead you to a cabin. If you are not giving off the right vibe, people may decide it's too much trouble to pursue you. The reason those older bottoms are getting the dick is because the tops have seen them around, know that they are experienced, cleaned out, lubed up and ready to bend over and take dick. I wish more young guys would get down and dirty instead of acting scared or walking the halls passing up 6s and 8s trying to get a 10. And one more thing: don't be chatty. It kills boners.

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.

Dedicated furry top here. Chubby, if you're into that. Never wrap. Hit the con circuit when it's going. Drop by if you like that dad bod.

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

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

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

Chapter 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!"

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

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Because it was a question. I’ve had many 18 - 21s breed me. Living in a college town has its perks. One is a regular. He is gorgeous and fucks great.

About a year ago in Washington park in Hyde Park. Made eye contact with a guy in a wheelchair on the bus. We both got off at the same stop. I said hi as we waited to cross the street, asked if he had had a good evening. He said he had been to boystown, but hadn't had any luck. I just said " I will suck you off if you want in the park." He looked shocked but said sure. We crossed cottage grove and just stopped about 40' from the the road. He undid his pants pulled them down past his knees spread his legs, and pulled out his hard cock. He could only have been 3' tall, and rather deformed, but he had a cock probably just a little above average. Was strange to see someone the height of a five year old with a cock that size lol. Anyway I sucked him to completion, swallowed his load helped him pull his pants up, and then crossed back onto our street and said goodnight. It was about 11:30pm so still pretty busy.

I love to get drunk, but I've never been a huge 'party girl'. If I do go party and I go home with someone, I'll at least play safe. I'm not even on birth control and I'd prefer to not have any STD's. I thought I should disclaim that so you all know what happened last weekend was quite out of my character. As I'm in college, there are loads of frat parties all over the place. A friend of mine, Laura, had just been dumped so I figured I'd find someone to cheer her up. We were both dressed to try and send out 'fuck me' vibes. I wore a black miniskirt with a tight green top that didn't leave much to the imagination. When we got to the party, I lined up 6 shots for us, 3 each. I called Laura over so we could get the party started quickly, but she already found some guy to hang out, and she wasn't even drinking yet! I took a couple while waiting for her, but within a few minutes she left with the guy. Not wanting to waste good alcohol, I downed the rest. A few guys had tried to make passes on me at this point, but I'd waved them off. After Laura left I started feeling jealous though. I'm normally the one that gets the guys, like if I wanted I could fuck pretty much anyone at any time. She shouldn't have found someone that fast when I was standing right there. I was still in the kitchen with a strong resting bitch face when Larry, one of the frat boys that lived there, came over. "What's wrong sugar?" he asked, "Don't you know this is a party?" I didn't know Larry, and I wasn't sure what kind of pick up line that was, but I wasn't in a mood to wait and I figured it might be nice to only have to go upstairs for a fuck rather than to some strangers house. I smiled and talked to him for a bit. As I was getting progressively more flirty, Larry started getting more handsy. I laughed at his jokes and he'd casually lean in a little, putting a hand on my thigh. I returned the lean and he slid his hand up my skirt and grabbed my bare ass. He handed me another drink which I graviously accepted. "So I take it you want to fuck?" he said. I just giggled and moved my hand to his crotch. "Listen, I know you probably expect to go upstairs, and we can, but wanna do something a little more exciting instead?" "What." I slurred out. "Lets make it an exhibition. I want to fuck you in front of everyone here." I was a little far gone, but I knew this was a bad idea. It wasn't a huge college and pretty much everyone would know. I tried to decline. "What if I pay you? $200?" he said. I knew it was a bad idea, but I was also broke. Still, I knew sober me enough to know that I would regret it. Though it would be fun... I told him I couldn't because I wasn't sober enough and I didn't want to risk anything, especially since I wasn't on birth control. "No birth control huh? Well how about $100 for a blowjob right here." I love a good cock as much as the next girl, and there wasn't anyone else in the kitchen right now, so I acquiesced. He kissed me some more while unbuttoning his jeans. He pushed me down to my knees and slid out his long john. I was already fairly horny, so I went to work on his prick. While I was working, he reached down my shirt and unhooked my bra, then slid his hands around me shirt to play with my breasts. He started sliding up my shirt until it was around my neck. Eventually, he pushed me off my knees backwards so I was sitting on my ass with my back against a counter. He handed me another shot which I gladly downed. "Hey so I'm a gentleman, so I can't just make this about me. Let me eat you out so it'll be fair?" I was sopping wet at this point, but I didn't want to be naked in the middle of a frats kitchen. Anyone could walk in at any time. Before I could say no though, he was already kissing me. He reached down to my skirt and started sliding it down. I tried to protest but he was kissing me and I was too drunk to make any sensible words. Within a moment the skirt was gone and I was in my panties, with my shirt still hiked up to my neck. He started to yank at my panties, but I spread my legs so he couldn't get them off. This may not have been a great idea, as he used the new angle to quickly short his head between my legs. With a finger he pulled my panties to the side and started tonguing me. This tipped me over the edge as my pussy turned into fucking Niagara falls. I tried to hold in a moan as I spread my legs further, this time willingly. I was about to orgasm when I lost my balance on the counter and fell over. "You've had a bit to much eh?" Larry said. "Let me help you." Larry leaned over as if he helping my up, but then just grabbed my shirt and yanked it all the way off. Larry started kissing me and fingering my pussy. I tried to close my legs at first, but he used the opportunity to get my panties off. I was so fucking horny though. Larry leaned in and started kissing me again, while using one hand to finger me. I told him "I can't fuck like this, I can't get pregnant" but he ignored me and kept fingering. My legs involuntarily started to slide open. He was still pantsless from the blow job and put his body between my legs. "upstairs... condom..." was all I could get out between the alcohol and how horny I was. He ignored me again. Positioning his dick at the right angle, he pushed in. I was so wet it slid in easily. He started humping and I realized it was game over, I wanted this. I wanted this so fucking badly. I spread my legs as far as I could and let him hump me. As soon as he started, he shouted "free pussy in here!" loudly. I realized I made a mistake. Within a few moments the room was filled with frat dudes. I knew sober me wouldn't want everyone on campus to know I'm a slut, but I didn't care. This was hot as fuck. Everyone watching. I almost lost control completely, but I managed to remember one last thing. "Please pull out! I can't get pregnant." The frat boys around us laughed and cheered at that. the cheers worried me but I was gone now. I had lost all inhibition and started moaning like there was no tomorrow. I wrapped my legs around Larry as he picked up the pace. I felt him starting to expand. I was thinking 'no not yet, I haven't orgasm'd!' but it was too late. Larry grunted as I felt hot liquid fly into my pussy. 'Fuck' I thought, now I had some strangers cum inside me, and lady blue balls, and there were at least 30 frat guys standing around me cheering. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it wasn't happening. I wasn't even sure if I could walk yet so I really didn't want to try and walk out. Unfortunately, I wasn't even given the opportunity. Within a few moment I felt another guy climb between my legs. I tried to close them when I saw that he was also not wearing a condom, but he was already there. I was so close and I had already had guy cum inside... what's one more? I spread my legs again as he inserted his prick. This guy wasted no time as he started jackhammering my pussy. I didn't mind as I was already revved up to max. The guys around me were cheering and some of them came to grope my breasts as the guy fucked me. Their intrusion and total lack of respect only made me wetter. I was being fucked by a second stranger, without a condom, while more strangers groped everywhere. As this guy got faster I was getting close too. I felt him expand and I was almost there, but no luck. This dude also exploded too early and I wasn't quite there. I closed my eyes in disappointment once again. This time I was SOOOO close. I reached my hand down to see if I could do the rest myself, but my hand instead met another penis. This huge guy was climbing on top of me. I realized I was about to have 3 dicks in me in one night. The pregnancy might be unavoidable, but all the STD's these frat guys must have... I asked "are you clean?" and the guy just smiled. I tried to stand up, but he shoved my back down. "Okay one more guy" I said, determined to orgasm. This guy was bigger than the last two and wasn't as fast, but his cock was fucking massive. I could feel it bottoming out my vagina. The big dude put his hands around my throat and said "You like that? You being a cum dumpster?" Fuck, I didn't want to be a cum dumpster, and I didn't want a random guys kid in me. At the same time... it was the fucking hot. This guy was in total control and I was powerless. I was moaning again. He asked "want this cum? You want this cum bitch?" I replied "just don't end soon..." desperately seeking this orgasm. The big guy started to get faster, slamming me into the ground with every hump. I felt his prick expand, I knew another guys semen was about to enter me. The thought sent me over the edge as I started screaming in total ecstasy. The guy howled as he came, shooting jets of his cum inside. After he got off I knew I had to get up fast if I didn't want another guy to climb on. I sat up and looked at my pussy. It was covered with semen. I didn't have time to look though as I needed to get out soon. I spun around to my knees and tried to stand, but another guy pushed me back down. 'Fuck' I thought, I forgot how much I loved to be taken from behind. The guy nuzzled his dick up to my hole. Without entering, he leaned down and whispered "this isn't a rape... want me to fuck you?" I wasn't sure I wanted it, but as his prick pushed further I realized I was still horny as fuck. I moaned, he understood the reply. I realized it was too late now, if I was going to get something I was going to get it. I'd at least fuck to my hearts content until then. Over the next hour or so I must've taken every load in the house. After a point I couldn't even orgasm anymore, I was just satisfied to take another load. After the house had there fill, I just stayed there. I was too tired to move and they just left me on the kitchen floor. The next morning I woke up in the same spot. I put my clothes back on and started to move to the door. Before I got out though. Larry found me. I started walking faster to get out, but he grabbed me and started kissing my neck. I bent over against the wall for him and he lifted up my skirt to pull down my panties. I had taken so many loads, another from the same guy wouldn't matter, and I was somehow horny again. He lasted a few minutes this time before cumming. "Thanks for the hole, cum dumpster." I guess that's all I am now. Since then, it's proven true. Everyone I know heard what happened and treats me differently. Guys invite me back to their room, or just take me wherever they find me. I can't say no anymore. It's not that I want to say no, because I don't, I LOVE sex. I know it's a bad idea, but I've fucked so many guys now that I can't control myself. I'm just a hole to be used.

As a senior member of my local rugby club I was honoured to be appointed as social director for the coming season. My assistant was to be Gary who was a guy in his early 30s who I was good friends with. Gary and his wife Laura had a huge house that we had staged many charity nights from and their Bbq s were always a great night. I`d asked Gary to stage a Bbq one weekend when there was a big boxing night on the TV, which was met with a firm no from the players wives, and it was decided that they would be going out to various cocktail bars that night then come back to Gary and Lauras house afterwards. On the night I was suprised when I got to their house to find Laura was still there. she told me she wasnt feeling very well but might go later. I could tell she was upset at something and Gary wasnt his usual self. It seemed they had been arguing about something but I didnt push them for any info. Anyway the lads turned up and I forgot about it as the drink started to flow. At some point Gary came over to me and asked to have a private word. He told me he`d found out that Laura had been visiting a local swingers club and been getting fucked by various men every night she`d been there. We talked for a few minutes, and I ll admit the thought of fucking Laura was very appealing, I`d have to find out more about this club. Gary told me he was going to "make the bitch suffer" and I just hoped he didnt do anything stupid.. He told me to follow him upstairs and i was stunned when he showed me into one of the bedrooms. Laura was gagged and strapped onto the bed naked....legs wide open. Gary said "I want you to fuck her mate". I had to take a step back from this. I was in a bedroom with a beautiful woman tied to a bed and i was being asked to fuck her by her husband. AS I was digesting this one of the lads came out of the en-suite naked and got on the bed in between Lauras legs and stuck his cock up her. Gary left the room and I watched as Laura was fucked hard and fast. When the lad had finished he Told me "your turn". This was so horny I stripped there and then and got on the bed. I fingered Laura for a while felling the spunk from the lad before me before inserting my hard cock up her. It was a dream, she is a gorgeous woman, seeing her as I was fucking her was a real turn on. When I could feel my seed rising I asked her if it was ok to come in her. I was met with a firm "yes" by Gary who was behind me. I couldnt hold back any longer and let it go right up her pussy. I could feel her cunt muscles gripping my cock as I pumped seed up her. I let my cock slip out of Laura and saw my spunk run out of her cunt and on to her arse. Gary came over to inspect and started to push my spunk up her arse with his finger. I left and went in the shower as another one of the team arrived to have his turn. I went down to the kitchen to get a drink but I really wanted to watch Laura getting fucked. I went back to the bedroom and Laura had been placed on all fours and was now being spit roasted. This was unreal. She was getting loads at both ends now. Gary wasnt happy with this and ordered the guy who was fucking Laura to get underneath her and get his cock up her cunt there so someone could go up her arse. I climbed on board. As I pushed my cock into her arse Laura gave a loud groan as her her beautiful arse was taken for the 1st time. "Pound the fucking bitch" Gary demanded and we did our best.. The guy who was up her cunt slipped out of her at the moment he shot his seed and it went all over my cock. This got me really going and I grabbed Lauras hips and started to really pound her. My spunk shot right up Lauras arse and she seemed well impressed with my 2nd load. When it was all over WE reckon Laura took over 30 loads, she even sucked off one lad in the shower when she was cleaning herself up. Apparently she still goes to the swingers club although there has been no repeat of the night in their home.

I'm very proud of my non-closing ffisthole, and i just don't give a fuck if i wake up this way:

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

Part 2 Mr. Kelly walked me into his living room and sat down on his couch. "Sit down. Make yourself comfortable" he said. I was still in shock not knowing whether I should leave now or if I should just go with it as he seemed to be. "Mr. Kelly, I..." "Jake, relax. It's ok. You won't get in trouble for this. We're just two adults hanging out at my house. It's ok." "But how are you so chill about this? What if we see each other around school?" "Jake you know that picture on your profile? In your speedo? Did you forget our school name and logo is on your team speedo?" Fuck. I forgot about that. I remembered thinking about it when I posted the pic but I thought it would be too small to notice. Someone would have to know that it was there. Like someone who worked at the school. "Didn't you notice me at a couple of your home meets this year? I was trying to figure out who I was talking to. That and a couple questions about the things you do at school and I put it all together. I've known for about a month now." I couldn't believe it. The guy I had been talking to this whole time was watching me. We were at school together. That actually somehow got me hornier. I sat down on the other end of the couch. "I guess I feel kinda dumb Mr. Kelly. If you want me to go or if you don't wanna do anything it's fine really. I can just go home now." "It's ok it's ok. I promise. Let's just sit together and if you still want to leave after we talk a bit then you can go but I would like you to stay so we can get to know each other better." This was a teacher I had trusted when I had him in 10th grade and he was also the man I trusted with some of my secret desires. I nodded. "How would you feel if we just turned on a movie and if we feel like it we can do a little smoking. What do you think?" I was starting to feel more comfortable knowing that he was into this and was initiating doing some of what we planned for our first time hanging out. I nodded and began taking off my hoodie. He turned on his huge TV mounted on the wall and a movie was already playing. Two guys were together in bed wearing only shorts and making out. One looked around my age and the other was older like Mr. Kelly. They were really passionate like you couldn't tear them apart if you tried. Sometimes one of them moaned but mostly it was the sound of two men kissing and breathing heavy. "Is this ok?" Mr. Kelly asked. I said yes and he stood up from the couch and said, "Let me go get some stuff for us to smoke." He walked down a hall into another room and came out with a couple things in his hands but while he was in there he also took off his shirt. I couldn't believe I was looking at my teacher half naked. He looked better than his picture. He looked more fit then I remembered and I could see the hair across his chest and down the center of his stomach. I was starting to get hard. He sat down next to me. "You said you smoked pot before right? You ever smoke anything else?" I shook my head. I told him I didn't even know what else there was besides pot and cigarettes. "I have some weed but I thought this might be fun especially since you're so nervous. Do you want to give it a try?" "Sure" I said "What is it?" "It's called T. You might like it." He showed me a small water pipe with a bulb at the end of a glass tube that came out of the base with water in it. "I'm going to light this and you'll see some smoke come out of the hole here. That's when I know to take my hit. I'll do it first so you can see." Mr. Kelly lit the bulb and like he said soon wisps of white smoke started coming from the top. He took a long hit and when he pulled away he blew out a massive cloud. I didn't know what it was but seeing him do that was hot. He turned to me. "You want to give it a try?" I said ok and he moved closer and then put his arm around me. I could feel the heat coming off of his body. I had never been close to someone like this before. He lit the bulb again and put the end of the pipe up to my mouth with the arm that was around me. "Ok, now. Go ahead and take your hit." I started to suck on the pipe very lightly. Mr. Kelly chuckled. I pulled away. "No it's ok. You're just gonna have to suck harder. Make sure you can hear the water when you take your hit. Don't be afraid. I got you." He put the pipe back up to my mouth. I tried again and this time sucked much harder. Suddenly I felt my lungs fill quicker than I thought and I pulled away coughing. A big cloud burst from my mouth. "You ok?" "Yeah sorry." I looked up and for the first time looked Mr. Kelly in the eyes. Something in his look made me feel protected like I could do or say anything with him and feel safe. He put the pipe up to my mouth and told me to try again. I did this time knowing what to expect. I felt the smoke fill my lungs. He told me to keep sucking until he pulled the pipe away. It felt like a longer hit than my first and longer than his too. Finally he pulled the pipe away and said, "Now hold your breath. Don't let it out yet. I'll countdown from 5 and when I say let it out." He counted down slowly. Being a swimmer I had no trouble holding my breath but somewhere around 3 I started feeling a tingling. First in my chest and then somewhere in my head there was buzzing. Then he told me to let it go and I blew out a huge cloud of smoke. "Good boy" he said and patted me on my chest with his hand that held the torch. Do one more. We did the same thing and the tingling got more intense in my chest in my head and down to my cock. "Feeling ok Jake" Mr. Kelly asked. "Yeah. I'm tingling. Is that normal?" "Yes. That means it's working." He took another hit himself and then turned to me. "Feels good doesn't it?" It did. I could feel the arm around me pull me in closer. "So...this whole time we were chatting I was calling you Mike but you're Mr. Kelly. What do you want me to call you?" Mr. Kelly chucked again. I was looking down at my sweatpants to see if my boner was showing. The hits made me feel like I had to touch my cock. I was doing everything I could to restrain myself. Mr. Kelly put the pipe and the torch down on the coffee table. The couple in the movie were naked now the older man on top of the boy still making out. Mr. Kelly put his arm back around me and pulled me tight. "I actually was thinking about that. You told me that you thought incest was hot." Just hearing Mr. Kelly say the word make my cock throb. "So how would you feel about calling me dad? Only when we're in private of course not at school." This was amazing. Imagining Mr. Kelly was my dad was enough that hand acted on its own and started rubbing my crotch. "I'll take that as a yes, son." Fuck. Hearing him call me son like that made me gasp and moan. He got closer and put his mouth to my ear. "Can I kiss you son?" "Yes dad" I whispered. He pulled me in for our first kiss. The first kiss between dad and son.

A very attractive guy picked me up and kept saying how much he wanted to piss in me. He was high so he said his piss would make me high as well. I was in his bathroom douching. He came in and asked me to turn around. I thought he was going to help me to douche but he shoved his semi-hard cock inside. It was very painful but he held me at a position that I could not run away. I had to relax and then he started peeing. He had so much piss and the entire night I felt strange. I guess I was high lol . It was my first and only WS experience.

Had two guys, one top, one vers, piss in my hole after fucking and seeding. to say I enjoyed the warmth, sensation, and wetness is an understatement.