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Hello gentlemen, I know it takes me some time to get chapters out, and I have multiple stories going on at once, but I have so much twisted shit in my head, that I just want to get it out there for you to enjoy! Plus, I don't have a computer, so I do this all on my phone. It takes about 3 hours or more to write a chapter this way. If I had a laptop, I could pound it out (ha-ha, I said pound it out) in probably an hour, so there's that. I do want to take a moment and thank everyone who enjoys my stories. I'm not a social media whore, (I don't have a single social media account, not even facebook) so I don't live to get likes. That being said, I do appreciate those of you who like or comment. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Now on to the next chapter, enjoy. Part 3 Colt collapsed on top of me, our bodies drenched in sweat and smelling like a couple of Broncos that had been ridden hard, which I guess we were. I was starting to come down from the sex high and thought I would feel shame about what had just happened. But I didn't. I felt wonderful. Being here with Colt like this felt like the most natural thing ever. I couldn't believe it, I was fucking gay too! I had never thought about men sexually before, and now here I was, underneath my best friend, his cock still buried in my cum filled ass. I continued to cling to him tightly as he started kissing me again. I just gave myself over to him. Eventually he pulled out of my ass, and I felt empty. He rolled over and grabbed the bong, drawing a big hit before he passed it to me. "How do you feel?" He asked me. "Any regrets?" "No." I replied as I exhaled the weed. "I honestly feel really good about what just happened. I can't believe it. I never thought I was gay." "Good." He replied as he pulled me under his arm. "Cause I want to do this lots with you." He said as he kissed me. "I want to explore everything with you." "So, are we like boyfriends now?" I asked as I snuggled into him. God, I can't believe what a girl I just sounded like. "We can be whatever we want." He replied, nuzzling my neck. "We don't have to be anyone's idea of what we should be. We can make our own rules." I thought about this for a second before I asked him, "What does that mean exactly? Our own rules?" "Look baby." He started, looking into my eyes. "I love you. I mean that, I do. But I have to be totally honest here. I can't do the monogamy thing." "So, I have to share you?" I asked. "Don't be a little bitch." He said as he kissed me. He took my hand and placed it on his chest as he looked into my eyes. "You have my heart, you always will. But I'm not going to pretend to be someone I'm not anymore. It wouldn't be fair to either of us." I pondered this as I hit the bong again. "Besides," he continued as he nibbled my ear, "Didn't you find it hot when you were watching me? Admit it, you did. You liked watching me get fucked." I didn't respond right away and Colt started fingering my cum filled hole. I moaned as he pulled his cum covered finger out of me and licked it. "Yea you did." He continued as he put his finger back in me. "You liked watching. Come on baby, tell me you did. Tell me you liked to watch me take cock." I moaned as he put a second finger in me. "Yes Colt." I finally admitted as I fell further under his spell. "I loved watching you get fucked." "See, I knew it." He said, moving his head between my legs. He pushed my knees back, exposing my hairless pink asshole. "Mmmm. Your pussy is so pretty." He said as he licked it. A new jolt of electricity flew through my body at this new sensation, and I groaned. "We're gonna have so much fun together baby." He moaned as he licked my hole. I gripped the sheets in my fist as he planted his lips on my asshole and started sucking on it. "Do you wanna be my little slut?" He panted in between sucking and tounging my hole. "Do you wanna take cock for me? Do you wanna make your brother very happy?" "Oh god yes Colt." I moaned, lost in the intense erotic feeling of having my ass eaten for the first time. "I'll do anything for you." Colt crawled up to my face and kissed me. I could taste the muskiness of my ass on his lips, and it made my dick throb. "Good boy. That's what I want to hear. Now, suck my cock." Colt rolled on his back and I moved down to his hard dick. I took ahold of it in my hands for the first time and marveled at how I couldn't get my hand all the way around it. I couldn't believe I had taken that whole thing in my ass on the first try. In fact, there was slime on it, but I didn't care. Colt wanted me to suck his dick, and that's what I was going to do. I would do anything to make him happy. I stretched my mouth open as wide as I could and slid it over his head. I lightly sucked it at first, enjoying the spongeness of his fat mushroom head. I took more of it into my mouth, gagging when I got to about 4 inches. "Here, hit this." He said holding the bottle under my nose. I took a few hits as the rush went through my body. He placed his hands on my head and pushed it down a little. "Relax your throat." He told me as he pushed more. I did and a little more cock slid into me before I started gagging again. I pulled off and gasped for some air. "You're doing good." He encouraged me. "I don't expect you to take it all on your first try. We'll train your throat to take my monster." I smiled at him as I took him back in mouth. I worked his cock in my mouth as good as I could while he fed me hits and continued to encourage me. Soon, I was able to get his fat head just past my tonsils, but that was as far as I was able to go. "Yea baby, you look so good with my dick in your mouth." He growled. "You got your brothers big dick in your cocksucking mouth and it's so hot! Come on, show me what a cocksucker you are. Oh yea, we're gonna get you to take cock all the way in both your holes. You're gonna be my little cock slut. Taking cock to make me happy." I don't exactly know why, but the degrading way he was talking to me was turning me on more. I started sucking his dick harder as I also jerked on it with my hand. "Oh fuck yea. Show me what a little cum slut you are. Suck your brother's cock. You want my cum baby, huh? Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Come on, tell me you wanna eat my cum. Tell me you want to swallow your brother's load!" I pulled off his cock and looked him in the eyes, his beautiful green eyes. "Yea I want your cum." I panted as I continued to jerk his fat cock. "I wanna eat your load bro. Give it to me." "Then get your slutty little mouth back on my cock, bitch!" He ordered me. I dove back on it as he placed his hands on my head. He started thrusting up with his hips as he held my head. "Oh fuck yea! Suck my cock you fucking slut! I'm getting close baby. I'm gonna shoot in your mouth! Are you gonna eat your brother's cum? Are you ready bitch? Cause here's it comes! Eat my fucking load you cocksucker!" Then he shot off. The first shot hit me right in the back of the throat and I choked on it. I pulled back a little bit as shot after shot filled up my mouth. Soon it was full of his big load. I had no choice but to pull off his cock and swallow before I drowned. As his big load slid down my throat, I dove back on his cock as it was still cumming and I wanted every drop of him inside me. "Oh yea. Eat all my cum, bitch. I knew you were cock and cum hungry slut! Aren't you?" "Uh-huh." I nodded and mumbled around his cock. "Come on, look at me and say it. Say you're a cock and cum hungry slut! Say you're MY cock and cum hungry slut!" I pulled off of his dick and looked him in the eyes. "Yes Colt! I'm your cock and cum hungry slut!" He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his mouth. He kissed me as my hard cock pressed against him. "Oh god your mouth tastes so good when it's had my cum in it!" He whispered. "Fuck me Austin. Fuck your brother! I need your cock in me!" I grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock. Now it was my turn! "Look at me!" I ordered him. He looked at me with pure lust in his eyes. I lined up my cock and slammed it into his hole. Colt's eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a, "Fuuuuuuuuccccckkk yeeeeeaaaahhhhhh!" Without even pausing, I started to fuck Colt hard, slamming myself into him. His ass was like no pussy I had ever felt. It was so hot and tight. "Now whose the slut?" I barked at him. "Huh? Whose the little bitch now? Whose the little cock slut?" "I am baby! Oh yea, I'm a fucking cock slut bitch! Give it to me! Fuck me Austin, FUCK ME!" "That's right bitch!" I said. "Open your mouth!" And he did. I spit in it a couple of times. "Now swallow that, slut!" I ordered him. He did, and as he did I grabbed one of his big ole size 14 feet and pressed it into my face without even thinking about it. I started licking his foot as I pounded his ass. I licked his sole and bit his arch as he moaned beneath me. I stuck his toes in my mouth and sucked on them and his eyes rolled back in his head again. "You're a little whore, aren't you?" I hissed. "You're a little cock loving faggot whore! Tell me that! Tell me your MY little cock loving faggot whore!" "Oh my god yes! I'm your cock loving faggot whore. Oh god, fuck me Austin! Fuck me, fuck me FUCK ME! I'm your whore!" When he said that, I threw my head back and buried myself into him as I flooded his guts with my cum. "Oh yea you little cumdump whore. Take my load in your slutty pussy!" I groaned as my body shook in orgasmic ecstasy. When I had deposited the last of my load into him, I collapsed onto his chest, his beautiful, rock hard sweaty chest. He grabbed my head and started kissing me. This time, it was his legs that wrapped around me, holding me tight into him. "I love you so much, Austin." He whispered. "I love you too, you little slut." I whispered back.

3. Sling Sex "Now," Jon said, taking the glasses from each of us, "What were you thinking?" he asked Seth. "He's so cute and boyish," Seth said. Jon had dealt with the glasses, and was now right in front of me. I looked up at him. With the beard and eyeliner, he looked like a kindly old devil with seductive, dangerous ideas. I kissed Jon. Seth continued. "I knew the moment I saw him." "I think I know," Jon said, breaking off the kiss. "What?" I asked. I had know idea what they had planned for me. "Peter Pan," Seth said. I blushed. It wasn't the first time I had been accused of not quite growing up. I was about to protest, but Seth reached down, and pulled down my sweat pants. "Nice underwear," Jon said. "The blue looks good on you." "Too bad it has to come off," Seth said. He pushed it down, and my dick sprang free. "Hard already, huh?" I was staring at Jon, and he was smiling, waiting for my answer. "Yeah," I said, nodding. "Me too," Jon said. He reached down and pulled his sweats open. I looked down. His dick was as hard as mine was, but was nearly twice as big: both in length and girth. "It's going to be a fun night." Seth had disappeared for a moment, and I could feel the cool air against my ass. Jon reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks, before leaning in and kissing me again. "One more lost boy, needing a daddy?" he whispered in my ear. His breath was warm, yet I still shivered in excitement. "Please," I said. "Let's not rush it," he said. I heard Seth re-appear. "And I'm sure Seth wants to get you in costume first." I turned; he had random bits of fabric and leather draped over his arms, and was holding a pair of dark green suede boots. "Although you're plenty fine naked, let's get you dressed again," Seth said. He handed me a jock strap, and then a pair of green knee-high socks. After the socks, he helped me into the green boots. They fit surprisingly well, although I hadn't realized just how much of a heel they had. "Look," Seth said, as I stumbled slightly trying to walk in them. He pointed at a large mirror against one wall. In just a pair of green boots and a green jockstrap, I looked less like Peter Pan and more like a horny boy. "The boots make your ass look amazing." I turned slightly and looked. I had a small, but muscular ass. Framed by the jock, I hoped it made Jon and Seth want to fuck me. "One more thing," Jon said, as he came up behind me. "Hand above your head," he said. I put my hands above my head, and he worked a leather harness over them. The straps were warm against my skin, although the hardware was still a bit cold. I loved feeling Jon's fingers against my skin as he adjusted the straps, tightening the leather around my body. "That's perfect," he finally said. I looked again. The leather was deep hunter green, with black accents. It perfectly complimented the jockstrap and boots. "Yeah. That's really good," Seth said. "I'll say," Jon said. He looked at his watch. "Fuck," he said. "I've got to deal with my costume now." He turned back to me, grabbed the harness strap across my chest, and yanked me to him. He gave me a long kiss. "Don't worry. I've already got plans for you later." As soon as Jon released me, Seth grabbed the back of the harness, and pulled me back to him. He wrapped an arm around me, and I could feel his dick pressing against my exposed ass. Jon turned around at the door. He smiled. "Be good, boys," he said. "I'm sure Kenta is very good," Seth said. He rubbed his bulge against my ass. "Very good indeed," he whispered in to my ear, before turning me around. "We'll have plenty of time," Seth said. "And I've been looking forward to this for the entire week." We kissed again. Somehow, Seth seemed to take off his tank top without breaking our kiss. His sweats were the next thing to come off. Underneath, he had a black jockstrap, and his cock was straining against the pouch. We kissed again, as Seth rubbed his dick against me. I kept on trying to find reasons to be nervous or scared, but I couldn't. We were all adults, and we were all men. We were horny, but that was completely natural. Seth finally broke off the kiss. "How do you like it? The leather?" "It feels good. Warm. Strong." "You look good in it," Seth said. He stepped away, and took another look, carefully checking me out. I felt self-conscious, but I also loved being the object of his attention. "Very good," he said. He motioned me to follow him as he headed to the sling. "You ever been in a sling before?" he asked. "No," I said. "Want to try it?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. I felt warm, comfortable, and safe. There was no reason not to try it. "How do I do it?" "Just lean back, and sort of fall in," Seth said. He was standing in front of me, and as I tipped back, he grabbed my legs, spreading them wide. The leather was a bit cold at first, but it quickly warmed up next to my body. Seth put my legs into stirrups, so that my ass was spread open and completely exposed. "This feels good," I said. It did. I was on display, and I wanted Seth to take advantage of it. "Really good." "This is just the start." Seth knelt down, and pressed his face into my ass. He ran his tongue around the edge of my hole, and I thought I was going to die of pleasure. I tried not to squirm as he rimmed me, but the sensory overload was intense. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned, not really able to say much else. Seth seemed oblivious to my enjoyment, but just continued to eat me out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued. After only a minute of rimming, I realized that I had never been really fucked before. Everything else had just been practice, and this was the real thing. It was time to lose my virginity once more. Seth tortured me with his rimming for several more minutes. I was all but begging him to fuck me, but he kept on saying it would happen soon enough. Finally, he stood up. His dick was sticking straight up as well. It seemed impossibly big, yet I still needed it inside me. If it didn't destroy me, it was going to feel amazing. "I know what you want," he said. "You said you're on Prep?" he asked, once more even though we had texted about it. "Yeah." "Awesome," he said. He had found a tub of vaseline, and spread some over his cock. Another dab went into my hole. My ass clenched at that first penetration. But it was very easy to relax. It was like I was stoned, only better. "Yeah," he said. "That's the G. Feels good, doesn't it?" "Yeah," I said. "It does." "I love it." He slid a second finger into me. "I love having sex when I'm tripping on G." "It feels so good," I said. Between the drugs, the leather, and the fingers, my head was spinning. It could have been scary. But there was something about Seth and Jon that had made me feel safe. As Seth had told me in a message, with me taking prep, the worst would that I didn't have a good time. "Fuck me." "Hungry boy," Seth said. "That's fucking hot. Don't worry. You'll get what you need." He put a bit more of the vaseline on his fingers, and a pressed a three fingers into me. He rubbed my hole, trying to get me to relax. "So fucking turned on," I said. "I can tell. But it makes you so tight." He handed me a bottle of poppers. I had seen them online, but had never done it before. "You never done it?" he asked. "Just seen it online." "Hold it under your nose. Pinch the other nostril closed, and inhale. Just two or three seconds, then hold it for a bit." I did what he told me to do. The fumes from the bottle were chemical, but not scary. At first, I didn't think they had done anything. But then, the rush hit me. First, my head pounded a bit, but it wasn't at all unpleasant. Then the warmth went down my body, and I felt my asshole suddenly relax. "That's it boy. Let me in." His three fingers slid in all the way to the base, and they felt amazing. Yet, I was craving more. "Just right. Tight and hot and wet." He played with my ass as I got lost in the poppers headspace. I wanted him to fuck me, and I really wanted him to cum in me. Barebacking had seemed so dirty and dangerous when I had been in high school. But now, in college, as an adult, it was such a different thing. It was how Seth and I were always supposed to fuck. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Yeah. I think so," Seth said. He pulled his fingers out of me. My hole was twitching, hungry for something to fill it up. He lined his cock up with my hole, but then took the poppers from me, and did a long hit from it. "I'm used to them," he said, before taking an equally long drag through his other nostril. "Here," he said, and handed me the bottle and cap. His dickhead was hard and it felt like he was already dribbling pre-cum onto my hole. "Please," I muttered, before taking another hit from the brown bottle. This time, I took a few seconds, and did another hit in quick succession. Seth smiled at me, and as I screwed the cap back on, he pushed his dickhead into me. "Fuuuuck," he moaned, as he slowly slid his shaft into me. "Daaaaaamn," I grunted. His dick was filling me up. It had been a while since I had gotten fucked and he was just as big as he looked. But going slow wasn't an option for either of us. We needed both needed his cock deep in my guts. It was primal urge, and one that we were powerless against. "All the way," "Hell yeah," Seth said. The urge was irresistible, but that was the entire point. I wanted to get fucked, and Seth wanted to fuck me. It was the perfect alignment of our natural desires. "Almost all in," he grunted. "Sweet hole," he said as he started to thrust back and forth, opening me up and edging himself closer to orgasm. "Hot dick," I replied. He leaned in, pressing himself against me, and forcing his cock deep in my hole. He kissed me. "Fuck me," I said when he finally let me catch my breath. "Please." He kissed me again. It was long and deep, and I got lost. It was the sex that mattered, not the time. I wasn't sure if the kiss was just a few seconds, a few minutes, or maybe even an hour. "You're going to get a lot of dick tonight," Seth said. "And a lot of sperm. Enjoy it." We kissed again, as Seth slid his dick in and out of me. He wasn't the biggest cock I had taken, but I had never felt quite so open as when he was fucking me. The drugs were helping, but the lack of any barrier between Seth and myself was the biggest factor. I had heard bareback was amazing, but the stories didn't do it justice. "Don't stop," I said, clenching my ass around Seth's tool, trying to keep it inside me. "That's it," Seth said. "Milk my cock. Get me off." We kissed again. It was a long one, interrupted by only by one of us grunting in pleasure. I tried to keep up, but it was hard to think. All the sensations were overwhelming me: the sound of Seth grunting, the feel of Seth's dick in my ass, the scent of the leather and sweat in the room. It all screamed sex, and was driving me wild. "You want my load?" Seth finally moaned. "Fuck man. Please. Give it to me." I didn't have to worry about anything. I could take Seth's load. He could breed me, like a man should. "Cum in me." "Oh FUUUUUCK," Seth moaned, slamming his cock hard into my ass. Deep in my guts, practically in my stomach, I felt his dickhead flare, and a sudden jet of warmth into my body. "I'm CUUUUUMING," he moaned again, as his whole body shook, and there was another warm jet of sperm landing inside me. "CUUUUUUUMING," he moaned again. "Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me," I repeated, as he unloaded into my ass. It was hard to believe that something so sleazy and dirty felt so natural. "Fill me up." "YEEEEEAAAHH," Seth grunted again, as his body continued to shake. It took several more spurts before his balls were sufficiently drained. "Hell yeah," he finally said, as his mind cleared from the ecstatic fog of orgasm. "Fuck yes. I had been looking forward to that. And you do not disappoint." He leaned in and kissed me once more. His dick was still hard, nestled deep inside me. He was gently rocking me back and forth on the sling, using the motion to slowly fuck me against his dick. "That felt amazing," I finally said. "You cumming in me." "First time being bred?" he asked. He was still on top of me. He was warm and sweaty, and I felt safe underneath him. I nodded. "Glad it was me," he said. "Me too." We kissed again. There was no rush now. We could enjoy ourselves. "You feel so good." "That's bareback," Seth said. He slid his cock nearly out. He was impressively hard, and he then slid right back into me. "Nothing like a raw hole." Before he could really start fucking me, the door opened and Jon walked back in. He paused, staring at the tableau. "Fuck. That's what I like to see. My boys taking care of each other." "Hey," Seth said. He stood up, but managed to keep his cock in my ass. "What's up?" "Leo's here. Hoping you can take care of that?" "Yeah. Bring Kenta?" "Yeah. It'll be educational." "Very much," Seth said. He turned back to me. "You're gonna enjoy this."

If you’ve had the chance to read my other post, you know that I’m a bisexual man, married to a woman. We’ve recently moved interstate, I was offered a promotion, but it came with relocation. Since we moved in August, between the stress of Moving and starting a new position and all the Covid nonsense, I had let my PrEP prescription pass. It wasn’t too much of a problem, as I haven’t really had any time to spare. However, today was an exception. I had a meeting in the city today with a new supplier. Our meeting was it short. So here I am, with most of a day to myself. I thought I may as well head to the local adult store that had a back room. I had a change of clothes in the car, I always carry my gym bag with me. I got changed And headed to the Den. I bought a bottle of poppers on the way in. Once I found my way around, I headed up to the gloryholes, there was 2 guys up there already with their asses pressed up against the holes, waiting and hoping for tops. I got my own room and took my clothes off and got on my knees. It wasn’t long before I had a well built man, come in and pull his cock out. He was maybe 7 inches, uncut and quite thin. I took a hit of poppers and sucked him for only about 2 minutes and he shot a massive load in my mouth, naturally, I Swallowed the lot. After about 10 minutes, a guy came in, I didn’t even get a chance to get a look at him. He came in with some porn playing on his phone and slid his soft cock through the Hole. It was really thick, but really small, until I started sucking! This man is the definition of a grower, by the time he was fully erect, he would have been a good 8 inch long and about as thick as a coke can. I’ve never had such a great cock to play with. I took hit after hit of my poppers and worked his cock and best I could. He pulled his cock out of the hole and told me he needed a minute to relax, he didn’t want to blow yet. He pulled back and stroked his cock gently I certainly a glimpse of his wedding ring. After a minute or two, he stuck his cock back through and I went to town. I was in a trance, I was loving his massive cock. After a few More minutes, he pulled back again, this time he told me, to bend over As he lubed his cock Up, from the dispenser on the wall. I had no intention of being fucked today, I’m off my PrEP and this guy wanted me to bend over?! I don’t know why I did it, but I stood up, ripped my pants off, grabbed some lube and lubed up my hole. I pushed my ass through the hole( the holes in the wall are huge) I felt him run his hands over my ass and slide his lubed finger in my hole. He took his cock and started to guide it towards my hole, I took a deep hit just as I felt him start to tear his way into me. I have never had such a thick cock inside me before. It hurt so bad for the first couple of thrusts, but after a minute or two, the pain subsided and I was in pure bliss. I was letting a complete anonymous man, fuck my hole bareback and completely unprotected. He started to build up a good pace. With each hard thrust I was wanting him to breed me more and more. I couldn’t hold myself back, I had a pure anal orgasm, with the excitement of my first anon breeding. As I came I felt him start to harden as he pumped his load inside me. As he pulled out, I felt a massive glob of cum run out of my hole and drip down my balls. He buttoned up, turned away and left. I never saw him, I don’t know his status. All I know is that I just had what may be the best orgasm and fuck of my life.

The young sub bottom is Back yet again for another weekend of long deep breeding. Yes he is still locked in chastity and has been for almost 2 months. He has also been sick with high fever and chills. I think the last 3 breeding sessions might have taken. But I will ensure he is toxic before being unlocked. I hope to give this boy a ruined orgasm over and over this weekend bringing him to the edge only to stop before he can blast his load.

On election night eve, a handsome black top messaged me on Grindr at 11.30pm. He is turning 32 , asked me if I want to be his birthday fuck. i said yes, walked over immediately. He sucked my nipples as we made out. His beautiful 7.5 inch bbc was rock hard before I sucked it. Without wasting much time, I turned my back around and got on all four. He was gentle and went slowly in at first, but I was hungry and grind my hole hard on his penis. He quickly realized what a slut I am, held my butt with his strong hands and pounded it mercilessly. He asked me to turn around , saying he liked to look at his bottoms. I took some deep popper sniffs and opened up my legs widely. He ramped up his speed , we fucked for twenty minutes before he seeded my hole. He let out a soft moan as he cum, collapsed on top of me . ”Happy birthday!” I said, with his penis in my pussy.

@daemien – thanks for bringing that up. I've had a watersports section here for a long time, but I was missing sections for all the other fetishes. I've just created a Fetish Forum which I've broken down into… Hardcore Fetish (watersports, fisting, BDSM and other topics with an "ick factor" like large gauge and temporary piercings) Mainstream Fetish (things with no "ick factor" like foot fetish and sports gear fetish) Poz Fetish should continue to go in the Backroom. Fem-oriented fetishes should go in the Trans Fem & Cross-Dressing section.

CHAPTER 4 Damon released his hold on my shoulders as he once more held my hips as he slid his now deflated dick from my ass. As he stepped away, I began to rise up so that I could turn and kneel for Todd’s big black dick to go in my mouth for sucking. This was not to be. In mid-rise, I felt a firm hand pushing me back around. “No need. My dick is hard from watchin’, and you got an ass load of cum to lube it on the way in, bitch. You just need to hold on good,” I heard a new voice say. I grabbed the pipe once more firmly. No ceremony; no attempt at niceties; pure animal lust; brutal offensive onslaught; one-sided pleasure; this would be a different fuck just as the other two had been. It was going to be wonderfully vicious. The onslaught was swift just as I had been turned back to face the wall and grab the pipe. A dick head quickly was shoved into my ass followed immediately by the entire length of this new dick which I knew belonged to Todd. He had no civil manners which made this fuck so memorable and wonderful. Just as soon as Todd had rammed his veined thick black engorged dick into my ass and had reached the innermost point he could invade me, he began his withdrawal. He, too, held my hips but his grip was masterful, controlling, demanding that dared me to challenge him. I wouldn’t of course. Todd’s style of fucking was direct and primal. Though he pounded similarly as Phil, his strokes were not measured by the hard depth that drove Phil. Todd had one thing on his mind: fuck me just enough so that he could nut in my ass. That single animalistic procreative drive of his sent him into overdrive that got his juices going. Having watched Damon and I fuck had done its job as well. Todd rammed and jammed his dick in and out of my ass; he was on a mission for his pleasure. In a few minutes of fucking he was already pounding me hard and was going to be a quick deliverer. I hoped Phil was right about at least a couple of loads from each. “Fuckin’ white trash no count bitch’s kunt is on fire with my dick in it,” Todd said in a jarring voice as he pounded in and out of my ass. He continued his pitched fucking as well as his verbal, “You the kind can get fucked a lot an' want more. Nothing but no good hole for fuckin’ is all you are. You need a real man’s dick in your kunt. An', you gettin’ it today, bitch. You gettin’ it good.” With each word jarred from his mouth only adding to his pleasure just as surely as he had gotten from hearing Phil fuck me and then seeing Damon fuck me, Todd continued his journey down the road to completion directing himself on to finish by verbalizing what turned him on about the scene in this rest room where the door did not lock securely. “You fuckin’ white KUNT!” Todd said as he rammed his now fully swollen black dick which was leaking pre-cum in amounts almost as much as if he were pissing. He rammed as far into my ass and as hard as he could. “You cum lovin’ crazed BITCH!” he said as once more he rammed as far into my ass and as hard as he could. “You ain’t aLIVE without a real man’s DICK in your fuckin’ HOLE, you BITCH!” he spit from his mouth for me to hear and feel as he rammed his fully erect dick into my now loosening ass with each word yelled having him to shake me to the core as he time and time again rammed me fully inside as far and as hard as possible. “YOU FUCKIN’ TRASH KUNT FEEL MY DICK FILL YOUR WORTHLESS ASS!” Todd yelled as he one final time shoved his now grossly inflated dick into my ass fully and as hard as possible as he pulled back on my hips so as not to allow any possibility of escaping from his grip not that I entertained any such thought. No way would I pull of this man’s dick just as I was receiving my payment for providing him a means of nutting. I was a paid prostitute. There was no doubt of it. To engage in sex with any man, I was guilty of prostitution because the value that I received from every man was a load of his cum. It matters not to me how much I receive. It is the fact that I get a cum load in my ass. That for me is much more valuable than money. It is priceless, and I not only crave it but have to have it. I hung on to the pipe as Todd’s breathing began finally to return to normal. I continued to feel his dick to pay me my prostitute’s wage. This payment was just as much as the previous two had been. I was going to go home very rich indeed today. And, if Phil was right, I would be double paid by each of them. “Damn, man, just like I lik’em, Phil. You sure can pick’em for us. Glad we found you to do our huntin’ on campus,” Todd said as he slid his now spent and slowly softening veined thick dick from my ass. He laughed a little as he stepped back from my ass slapping it gently. “No hard feelin’s, dude.” “Only thing hard I take is dick,” I said back to him. “You can say whatever you want as long as your dick is hard, and you shove it in my ass like you three have done and leave me that gooey hot white cream to keep. Who’s next, now? I was told I could get a double payment from each of you. I’ve been counting on it.” Phil stepped forward with his dick jutting out and upward at me. “I told you watching porn affected me. And, watching you with Damon and Todd definitely affected me. You sure you’re up for it?” Phil said as he continued approaching me. I turned around and positioned myself once more grabbing the pipe on the wall. Phil stepped up behind me put his piss slit on my bull’s eye, took hold of my hips, and WHAM! Once more he was full force all the way inside me. He needed no foreplay this time. Damon and Todd had provided that for him. I could only imagine such a visual. I concentrated on how his fucking so very differed from Damon and Todd and how I so much enjoyed each of them in their own right. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Phil was almost insistent this time as if it was a desperate fuck he was in need of getting after years of having had no sex. I knew better though. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Each time he slammed his once more blood filled upward curved big dick into my ass I felt him drill the furthest point inside me. He was able to go the deepest that any man had fucked me in a very long time. It was erotic. My prostate I wondered if it would be blunted. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! With that last slam into me with his dick, I felt my own dick instead of the constant leaking of pre-cum from it now rose up high filling with blood. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! My ass was in ecstasy at this now fourth super fucking I was getting. I was beginning to be aroused fully. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! My prostate was screaming its feelings of joy at such a massage of energy. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! With no further need, my balls pulled up as tight as possible to my body. I shivered deeply tightening my hold on this man’s dick. I now put a death grip on his dick as a paroxysm of joy overloaded my own system causing the contents of my balls to come flooding out flowing through the tubes and into my dick which it raced through spewing from my piss slit and out onto the floor below me. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Phil recognized the symptom of what was happening. He, Damon, Todd, and now he again had worked me to a point that Phil was luckily the man in my ass when my overloaded system exploded releasing my own cum load without ever having touched my dick. Phil felt my own squeezing and pushing out all this pent up cum load of mine as his dick was milked and squeezed with as much might as I could muster. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Phil continued to fuck my ass intending to fuck out of me every drop that he could. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! He continued to slam full force into me as he had before driving from me the last vestiges of my ball’s contents. I gave a fleeting thought to the possibility of damage being done to my prostate. If there were, I didn't care. I had to have this man's dick fucking me just as he was doing with the ultimate knowledge that once more he would flood my gut with his load of cum. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Just as my own cum shot subsided leaving me almost dazed and helpless, I felt on either side of me hands that had grabbed me holding me in place as my grasp began to slip from the pipe. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! “FUCKIN’, YEAH! BITCHIN’ MAN! TAKIN’ A FUCKIN’ HARD DRIVE. FUCK YEAH! YOU ARE A FUCKIN’ BITCH’S KUNT!” I heard Phil yelling at me as he began to once more fill my ass with his second load of hot gooey white cream that was all mine. Again and again and again repeatedly his fully blood engorged dick swelled up and spit his baby making man juices into my ass. Most men say it is impossible to actually feel that gob of cum passing into an ass: I respectfully disagree. Not every time but most certainly this time I could feel it.

I'm married and breed two guys at least twice a week. One white, one black. I noticed the other day that the black guy already had a load in him. I bred him extra hard. Took a Levitra and then went home and fucked the wife hard. She never knew my unprotected thick cock she loves so much was in a raw cumdumps ass.

One thing embrace getting older. Nothing worse than a LGBTQX individual trying to hold on to the vestiges of their youth. If you eat well and stay active. You can be still fucking in your 60's 70's. Their are younger Dom's that like older well behaved sub's and sissy. Confidence is sexy

Part 2 I woke up the next morning with the visions of last night still burned into my mind. I really didn't know what to think. So......Colt was gay. THAT part really didn't bother me much. I mean, it IS Texas. It's really conservative, and queers are not totally accepted.....BUT....not everyone is so closed minded. And we had been so close for so long that I couldn't just turn my back on him. I loved the dude. But the rest of it? The rough, brutal sex, the drugs, broadcasting it on the internet? That's what I had trouble accepting. If Colt wanted to have a nice boyfriend, that was one thing, but everything else he was doing? I didn't know how I felt about it. It was pretty fucked up. But as I layed in bed and absentmindedly stroked my cock, I kept seeing Colt taking that big, black cock up his ass. I didn't want to, I was trying to think of pussy, but Colt kept creeping back in. And I didn't understand why thinking about it got my cock so hard. I wasn't gay! Other than jerking off with my best friend, I never thought about cock. But for some reason, I kept seeing it going up Colt's ass. I quickly jerked myself off so I could get on with my day, but I still thought about it all day long. And all the next day too. Monday at school, I was the one avoiding Colt. I just couldn't face him yet. Not after all I had seen. It was Thursday before Colt approached me. "Hey Austin." He said, coming up to my locker after last period. And yes, my name is Austin, Austin Allen Collins, and I live in Texas. You might think I was named after the city, but you would be wrong. I was actually named after Stone Cold Steve Austin, my dad's favourite wrestler. But any way, Colt approached my locker. "Austin," he said again, "I know I've been kind of an asshole lately." "You don't say." I replied. If he was about to apologize, I wasn't going to make it easy for him. "Yea, look dude, I'm sorry, I really am. I've been going through some shit and I guess I just needed some space." "So, you just push me aside? Is that what best friends do? We've always told each other everything, so what's changed, dickhead?" I prodded him. I didn't expect him to fess up to anything, especially not here at school, and frankly, I didn't know if he would ever fess up. But over the last couple of days I had done a lot of thinking, and had decided I would try to be here for him, if he wanted it. "Look man, I'm sorry. I really am and I want to make it up to you. I got some killer weed and I'm free all weekend. Come on, we had a great time on your birthday." "Yea, then you turned back into an asshole. What's up with that?" "Come on bro.....I'm sorry! I have been a total dick and I know it. But we're brothers! Please forgive me. Come on, we'll get some beer and have a great weekend. My parents will be gone again!" I looked at his face and he really did seem to be sorry. But knowing what I knew about him, and that he was obviously really struggling with some heavy shit, I gave in. "All right asshole." I said. "Just me and you, all weekend. And you better get some good beer, not some piss water shit!" "I promise!" He smiled. "It's going to be a great best bro weekend!" I just shook my head as he walked away. Maybe he was planning to come clean this weekend. I actually hoped for his sake he would. That's a big fucking secret he's hiding. Friday night found us at his house as promised. He had a case of beer and a fat sack of weed. We hit the bong, then hit the video games. After a couple hours, several beers, and a lot of weed, things started to feel back to normal again. We were both just sitting there in our boxers and feeling good. Colt's fly gaped open and I could see his big, soft cock nestled against his large balls. It made me think of him shooting off as his ass got plowed. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't stop. Throughout the night, Colt kept getting text messages. He would quickly respond to them, then pretend nothing had happened. He also got a couple of phone calls. "Aren't you going to answer that?" I asked him as his ringtone played the Toby Keith classic 'Beer for my horses.' "Naw. Voicemail can get it. This weekend is all about me and you, bro." He said as he grabbed my knee and gave it a squeeze. We kept on playing video games for a while, and I knew he wasn't going to bring it up, so I tried. "So what's been going on dude?" I asked. "What's this shit you've been going through?" Colt looked uncomfortable. "I'm not ready to talk about it yet." "Why not?" I asked. "Remember we tell each other everything. We've been jerking off together for years, what do we have to hide?" Colt just chugged on his beer. "I can't just yet. But I will, I promise." I let it drop. I figured he would tell me soon enough, so we continued with drinking, smoking, and gaming. Pretty soon it was 2 am and we were drunk and high and decided to hit the hay. As we lay on his bed, we both just stared at the ceiling. Now that we didn't have video games in front of us, the images of last weekend filled up my head. It was tearing me up inside and I couldn't control myself any longer. I ended up blurting out, "I know." Colt was silent for a moment before asking, "You know what?" "I know your secret dude!" I could hear Colt taking deep breaths in the dead silence. Finally he asked, "What secret is that?" God damn him! I was over the games and the lies and was determined to drag the truth out of him. I rolled over on my side and faced him. "I saw you. Last weekend." Colt rolled on his side with his back toward me. I continued, "I was tired of your bullshit so I went over to your house, and I saw, through the window." More tense silence followed as Colt processed what I had said. Finally he whispered, "You don't hate me?" My heart hurt that Colt actually thought I could hate him. "No dude, I don't hate you. I'm here right now, aren't I?" Colt rolled to face me. "I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but I didn't know how to bring it up. The thought of losing you scared me more than anything." "Dude," I said, looking him right in his eyes, "We're family. And you don't turn your back on family. No matter what." Colt just smiled at me, a look of relief on his face. "I mean, if you want to be gay, be gay. I don't give a fuck. I got your back bro. But all that other shit? What's that about? Do you really like that?" Colt was silent for a moment, averting his eyes from me before he replied, "Yea Austin, I do. I mean, I really, really do. I kind of always have. I used to check out all kinds of crazy shit online, and I always thought it was hot. Then I started chatting with Dante and Carlos, and when I turned 18, I met up with them and things just progressed. You think I'm a sick fuck, don't you?" I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling again. "I don't know what to think, man. I'm trying to be cool with all this. So what was up with the camera? Why did they say people had paid to see this?" "Well," he began, "Dante and Carlos have this internet business, and people from all over the world pay to watch these shows. 50 bucks a pop. And they're good guys. They split the money with me. Last weekend I made a thousand bucks." "A thousand bucks?" I asked incredulously as I turned back to him. "Yea, I'm their most popular guy right now. I bring in a HUGE audience." I was still trying to wrap my head around everything. "But, doesn't that kind of make you a whore?" I asked. "I don't really think about it like that." He replied. "I mean, I'm going to be having sex anyway, so why not make some money from it?" I remained silent as I pondered this. Colt just continued to look at me while he waited for the next question. "So, what about the drugs, dude?" I continued. "What was that shit you were smoking? And what was that brown bottle?" "Well, that brown bottle was poppers. They help you to relax. And the other stuff was Tina, or meth." I shot up on my elbows and looked down on him. "Meth? Are you fucking crazy?" "Relax man." He said. "It's not as bad as you think. Once in a while it's ok. You just have to control yourself. Look at me, I've been doing it for a couple of months now, do I look like I'm addicted?" I had to admit, he did look perfectly normal. "But, you were so fucked up that night." I said. "Yea I was." He laughed. "And I felt great! T is amazing shit! It's like a hundred times better than weed. It makes you feel so good, and it makes sex incredible!" He opened up his nightstand and pulled out a pipe and a baggie. "You wanna try some?" "What the fuck?" I asked, shocked. "You got that shit right here?" "Yea, come on. Give it a little try. It'll make you feel so good." I stared at the pipe in his hand before shaking my head. "I don't know man...." "Come on. It won't hurt you, I promise! You're my brother and I love ya, would I steer you wrong? Just give it a little try. It's awesome!" "Fine." I conceded. "I'll try it just this once to shut you up!" Colt's face lit up and his eyes sparkled as he started loading the pipe with the crystals. "Fuckin A dude! You're gonna love this!" He handed me the pipe and lit the small torch, melting the shards as he rolled the pipe. "Now," he said, "Put the pipe up to your lips and when the bowl fills with white smoke, inhale and hold it." I did as instructed, inhaling deep. It had kind of a weird taste to it, but wasn't too bad. Then I exhaled, and a large white cloud filled the air. "Now, take another one." Instructed Colt as he looked at me with a big smile on his face. I inhaled another big hit, and I started to feel warm and tingly as a rush went through my body. Colt took the pipe and inhaled a couple of big hits himself before asking me, "How do you feel?" "Warm and tingly." I replied, giggling a bit. "Good, now take a couple more." I took 2 more hits and my body started to feel like it was on fire. It was like I could feel every nerve in my body, and every nerve was telling me I was super horny. Colt took 2 more hits and handed me back the pipe. I took one more hit and the pipe was empty, which made me feel sad. Colt could see the disappointment on my face. "Don't worry buddy, I got plenty more." He said as he reloaded. "We're gonna get you feeling REAL good." I giggled a little more as he handed me the pipe, and I took 2 more hits. By now, I felt like I was floating and was kinda dizzy, but felt more alive than I ever had before. And hornier. "I got an idea. Instead of wasting smoke when we exhale, let's do a shotgun." He suggested. "What's that?" I asked. "When I take a hit, instead of just exhaling it, I put my mouth over yours and you breath in the smoke as I let it out. That way, we both benefit from the hit." I looked at him through my high state and giggled some more. "Sure, why not? I've done this much. Bring it on bro!" Colt hit the pipe and then slowly moved his face toward mine. My heart was pounding in my chest as he gently placed his lips against mine. I thought it would gross me out having another dudes lips on mine, but it didn't. Colt's lips were soft like a girls. I opened my mouth a little bit, and Cole started exhaling into me. I inhaled and felt his hot breath as it filled up my lungs, causing my cock to stir. He pulled away and looked deep into my eyes as I exhaled the smoke that had been in his body. "Your turn." He said, putting the pipe up to my lips. I took a big hit and leaned into him. When our lips touched again I felt a bolt of electricity jolt through my body. We opened our mouths and as I started exhaling, I felt his tongue enter my mouth. Instead of freaking out, I found myself responding to him. My own tongue inched forward until it was touching his. Gently, at first, our tongues rubbed over each others, but soon, I had melted into him and our kissing became stronger and more passionate. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him as our mouths tried to devour each other. It was weird at first, his hands on my body. These weren't soft, small girl hands. These were large, strong, rough man hands that were pulling my body against his, our bare chests rubbing against each other. He rolled me on my back and placed his larger body on top of me, our hard cocks pressing into each others rock hard stomachs. His rough hands explored my body, feeling like fire everywhere he touched me as his tongue raped my mouth. I ran my hands over his back, his strong, muscular back, relishing in the feeling of touching another man for the first time. I felt his powerful arms and grabbed his rock hard bubble butt as I moaned like a whore. After furiously making out for what seemed like an eternity, Colt pulled off me and looked down at my face, brushing my sweaty hair off my forehead. "You're so beautiful." He said. Now the straight guy in me should have been bothered by that, I suppose, but I think he was gone at this point. "So are you." I replied, looking deep into his eyes. Colt just started kissing my neck and chest before he planted one of his sexy lips on my nipple. He started sucking and nibbling on it, causing my cock to twitch as I gasped and moaned. He worked his magic on my nips before kissing his way down my stomach. He grabbed my 9 1/2 inch cock in his big hand and I gasped again at this new sensation. It felt so different than when a girl grabbed it. So much better. He licked the precum off the head before placing it in his mouth. He sucked on the knob as I squirmed before he slowly sank down on it, taking the entire thing down his throat. Holy shit! No bitch had EVER taken more than half my cock, and my best friend swallowed it with no problem! I groaned as I felt his throat muscles massage my shaft. Colt slid up and down my cock taking it to the root each and every time. He pulled off and grabbed some lube from the nightstand. Lubing up his finger, he started to insert into my ass. Now, I really should have stopped him at this point, but I was so high and so horned up, and everything up to now felt so amazing that I didn't even try to stop him. Colt slid his finger into me until I felt a jolt go through my body and my cock jumped. "Feel that baby?" He asked. "That's your prostate, and it makes you feel super good! Now just relax and let your bro show you how good it feels!" Colt stuck a second finger into me and started really rubbing it. I involuntarily spread my legs apart to give him better access. My cock felt like it was having one long, slow orgasm. "Oh yea baby." He moaned. "Look at all that precum! Your cock is like a river!" I looked down, and my stomach was covered with a big pool of it. Colt just leaned over and lapped it up like a puppy. Then he went back to sucking my cock. He added a third finger into my hole, and buried them as he worked my prostate. Soon, my whole body was shaking and I cried out as I exploded into the most intense orgasm I had ever had! Colt buried my cock in his throat as the first couple of jets shot off. Then he pulled back and took the rest of my cum into his mouth. After I stopped shaking and had given him the last of my load, he crawled up to my head and placed his mouth on mine. As I opened my mouth, Colt released the cum he was holding. We kissed as we rubbed my cum over each others tongue. Colt pulled off and loaded another pipe. "This one is all for you baby." He said, handing it to me. I didn't question him as I hit the pipe. He licked his finger and stuck it in the baggie, giving it a light covering of powder. "Now, this is going to burn a little bit." He said. "Just trust me baby, it'll pass." He stuck his finger in me as I took the fourth hit on the pipe, emptying it. I hissed as my ass burned while Colt finger fucked me. But he was right, it passed and was replaced by a new hunger. Colt made out with me as he lubed up his huge cock. "I want to take your virginity baby." He cooed in my ear. "Would you like that? Would you like your brother to take it? To be the first man inside you? Come on. Tell me you want it." "I do Colt!" I moaned. "I want it so bad! I want to feel you inside me!" "Good boy. That's what I want hear. Now, hit this." He said, handing me a brown bottle. "You're gonna need this!" I hit the bottle like I had seen him do before, and a new warmth rushed through my body, relaxing me. Colt climbed between my legs and lifted them up. "Now, when I start pushing in, you push out like you're taking a shit, got it?" I nodded. Then Colt started. He pushed against my butthole and I pushed back. I could feel my hole stretching and burning until it got to be too much. "Stop, please!" I begged him. "It's too big!" "Shhhh, I have faith in you." He said as he handed me the bottle again. "Take a few more hits." I hit the bottle a few more times as Colt kissed my neck. I could feel my asshole relax a bit as Colt started pushing again. I pushed back and Colt gave a sharp jab with his hips. His head popped past my anal ring and I let out a scream. Colt just covered my mouth. "Shhhhh baby. You did it. I'm inside of you. I'm so proud of you! Just relax and hit this some more." I hit the bottle a few more times and the pain subsided a bit. "Ok baby, ready?" He asked. "Cause here it comes. Now look at me. I want to see your eyes as I take you!" I looked at him through my tear stained eyes as he slowly started pushing into me. My insides felt like they were being ripped in two as his massive log sank into me inch by inch. I whimpered as he went deeper and deeper until eventually he had all 10 inches buried in me. "Oh baby, oh yeah! You did it!" He congratulated me as he kissed my neck. "You took all of me! I'm so proud of you. You got all of your brothers big fat cock buried in you!" He held it still for a while as my body adjusted to it. Then, he started to slowly fuck me. Just a little bit at first. Then gradually more and more. "Oh yea. Open up that pussy for me! Give me that hole! Give up that hole to your brother! Oh yea, you're loosening up baby, I can feel it. I'm gonna start really fucking you now!" And he did. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on tight as he started pounding me. The pain had passed and all I felt was immense pleasure. "Oh god Colt. Oh yea, fuck me man! Oh God you feel so good inside me!" "Oh baby, I've wanted this for so long. I love you so much Austin!" We started kissing again as he pounded my no longer virgin hole. He rode me hard for a solid 5 minutes before he started panting. "Oh god I'm gonna cum baby. Are you ready? Are you ready for your first big load of man cum in your pussy?" "Fuck yea bro, do it! Give it to me! Cum in me Colt! I love you too!" Colt squeezed me tight into his big, muscular body as he let out a roar and pumped me full of his seed. My cock shot off again between our rock hard stomachs as I was filled up with his cum.

1. Halloween Preparations I had met Seth at the gym. He was a senior, and I think he noticed me checking him out. He was beautiful: about 5'11", muscular, but not too muscular, brown hair and eyes. He had a rugby player's build, stout and muscular, with a muscular ass. I was far to shy to say anything, especially after he caught me checking him out. But he just smiled at me, and despite my blushing, I smiled back. Luckily, we both moved on to different parts of the gym, and then he disappeared. I resolved to never work out at that time again. Unfortunately, he was waiting for me outside the locker rooms. He smiled again, and my ass twitched. "Like what you saw?" he asked me. Even though I was a freshman, I was hardly a virgin. In high school, I had a steady boyfriend, and we had done a lot of exploring. I had learned what I liked, and that was a thick cock up my hole. Safely, of course. But, also, of course, when I was watching porn, I only watched bareback porn. It was so hot to see a twink boy take a load of sperm from a hot man. I had to answer him. "Y-Yeah," I said. The chance of him beating me up here was almost zero. But I was still terrified. "Nice. Me too." He smiled, and licked his lips. "I'm Seth," he said. "Kenta," I replied. "I gotta run. Here's my number. Let's get a smoothie soon," he said. But Seth's social schedule was packed. I was reasonably popular, but I was still just a freshman. We actually ran into each other more at the gym. We checked each other out, and talked a bit. Once, I saw him in the shower. His dick was thick, even when he was soft. I tried not to stare too much. We finally did the smoothie, but we did it by skipping a class. He had a fresh joint, and we smoked it out in the park, sitting in the sun. He had told me about his home life. He was living in a complex relationship with three other guys, two older men, and then one a few years older than him. He passed the joint to me, and motioned me closer, as he pulled out his phone. He started showing me pictures of his family. I was now sitting right next to him on the bench. We were both in tank tops, and his skin was warm, and still a bit damp from the workout. His "husbands and brother," as he called them were just as hot as he was. I must have said something when he showed me Jon's picture. Jon was the first of the two husbands, and he was balding, bearded, hairy, and hung. He was totally my type, and my asshole was twitching. "Yeah," Seth said. "You'd like him." He continued to show me the other husband and the brother. JP, the husband, was almost better than Jon. I even liked Cal, the tall, lean gymnast brother, although he was far too similar to me in build. "You should meet them. They're great people." He swiped again, and it was another picture of Jon. This time shirtless, wearing a leather harness and jeans. "Wow," I said. "Yeah?" Seth asked. "Are you interested in that?" "It's hot," I said. "Really hot. But I haven't done anything like that before." "You should come over. We've got a lot of gear. You can see what it's like." He leaned in and kissed me. When he told me about his family, I thought he was off-limits. "This is totally fine," he said, almost reading my mind. This time, I kissed him back. The weed was hitting me, and I was horny. "I'd like that." All I could think about was the picture of Jon in the harness. He had been wearing gloves, and I imagined the feel of the warm leather against my skin. "And maybe you'd play with us," Seth said. I had seen videos like that. I had fantasized about it. But I had no idea where to find them. I think I was also scared of it. I had jerked off to the porn. But actually doing it was another thing. Health class had made the consequences so clear, and very scary. "Uh..." I started, utterly unsure what I was going to say. "It's cool," he said, and kissed me again. "Whatever you want." "No," I finally said. "I'd like that. It's just.." "You're a virgin?" he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "No, no, not hardly. Just never done it with more than one guy." "Oh," he smiled. He kissed me again. "That's easy. We're good at this. Lots of practice." He paused. "By the way, what's your safer sex practice?" "Uh. Usually condoms." I don't know why I said "usually," since I always used condoms. "Cool. We're almost all on Prep or meds," Seth said. "So, we're safe that way." I had seen signs about Prep, and I hadn't really thought about it. But then, with my dick already hard and the weed kicking in, my mind wandered. I could take a raw cock. It was just a pill, and I had heard how easy it was to get at the campus health center. I could take Jon's raw cock. It was definitely the weed's fault, but I couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities. "I'll have to see about it," I said. "Yeah! That's great. You want to come over next Friday?" he asked. "We're doing a little Halloween post-party." "Sure," I said. "What kind of Halloween party? Costumes?" "Yeah. Don't worry about it. We'll get you into some proper leather beforehand. You'll fit right in." He smiled at me and gave me another kiss. We made out for a few more minutes, enjoying the freedom to do this out in public and the warmth of the late fall sun. But, finally, he had to be somewhere, and I had a lab section. Later, he texted me the details. He wanted me to have some time with his family first, before the rest of the party started. "Don't worry. JP and Cal get started on these things hours beforehand." My cock was stiff. By Japanese standards, I was hung. But I remembered the cock Seth had. He had made some comment that he was just average for his family, and I wondered how big Jon and JP must be. More than just my dick, my ass was itching. It had been a while since I had gotten fucked. I wanted to feel all of Jon, and didn't want him to miss any part of me. I looked up PrEP at the health center. It was easy and I had an appointment the next day. A day after that I had a bottle of pills. The doctor said I'd be protected just a few days later.

This happened just a few moments ago. I am bisexual. In a long term relationship with a woman. She doesn’t know that I’m bi. I’ve conned her into pegging me a few times, but nothing as satisfying as real cock. She went to bed at about 845 tonight. I’ve been incredibly horny lately, so I jumped online to see what’s out there. After about 30 seconds, I get a chat from a guy I used to fuck semi-regularly. Saying he would love to catch up again. I told him that I’m keen to, we just need to find a time when one of us can host (he’s married too). He said he can get out whenever, he’s got an on call job now, so can sneak out whenever. I told him that my wife had just gone to sleep and I was just browsing. I got a message. “ I can be there in 10”. I thought, I can’t do this, my front door is right next to the master bedroom... at the same time, the idea of being fucked, had me hard as a rock. I replied to him, “I can leave the front door open, but be quiet. We can play in the lounge”. We have always played safe, so I told him to bring a condom. I snuck out to my car to get my poppers and a bottle of lube, that I keep for when I travel for work. 😉 I sit on the couch waiting to hear the front door click open. My heart is racing, as another man walks past my marital bedroom, to come fuck me in my house while my wife is home! He comes into the living area and wastes no time in stripping down to nothing. He sits on the couch and I drop down between his legs. I hadn’t seen him in a long time. I forgot how great his cock is. 7 inch, super thick and uncut. I suck him, only for a few minutes until he pulls me aside and stands up, he pushes me into the couch, leaning over the back with my asshole in the air for him. He runs his tongue up and down, getting my hole ready for his cock. As he is rimming me, I hear him open the condom and slide it on. He pulls away, puts a tiny drop of lube on my hole and presses his head against it. He slowly eases himself into me. He knows he’s got a thick cock and takes the first couple of strokes slow. Once I had adjusted to him inside me, he pulls out and sits back down on the couch. He asked me to ride him and kiss him passionately. I sat on his lap and slowly eased down onto his cock. I lean into him and he starts nibbling on my neck. He knows it’s one of my most erogenous zones. As I’m riding him, he pulls out and rips the condom off, grabs the poppers and shoved them under my nose. As I took a big huff, he pulled me back, so his cock was just pressing against my hole. He pulled me straight back onto his cock. For the first time, after dozens of fucks, he was inside me, bareback. I leaned in to kiss him as I was loving his raw cock inside me. As I did, he slapped my ass and told me that I’m going to take his load deep tonight. I rode him for what felt like forever, until he pushed my off and laid me on my back on the chaise. He put my legs over his shoulders and slid his raw pre cum covered cock back inside me. I couldn’t take much more. After just a few thrusts, I started to cum. This is where it gets really hot! I’ve never had this happen before, but after I had cum, I had a huge load too, he pulled out, scooped up every drop he could and coated his cock with it. He started to fuck me with my own cum as lube. After a few minutes, got as deep as he could and I felt him unload a huge load deep inside me. As he got re dressed, he told me that next time, there won’t be any condoms or lube just real raw fucking. It’s long, I know, I’m sorry. But, I think that was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had!

Gapping hole today...

Biden’s votes for DOMA and DADT (and lots of other reasonably progressive Democrats as well) are regrettable. But both these laws were passed as compromise measures with the GOP. The Democrats agreed to them because the GOP agreed to not pursue even more anti-LGBTQ+ Laws in return for their support.

CHAPTER 6 We lay there many minutes in a heap and recouped together. He placed his hands finally on the floor on either side of me pushing himself up off and finally slowly pulled his dick out of my ass. He stood up. I continued for a few more seconds to lay there but finally rose also standing before the three of them. I felt very wet from sweat and at least some of the cum and fuck juices that had spilled out of my ass. Phil came first and hugged me kissing me lightly. Damon followed suit only lingered a bit with his kiss. Todd was the last and hesitated as he initially took me in his arms. We looked straight at each other and smiled. He hugged me hard and gave me a very deep kiss slapping my ass as he finished it. I stood looking at them. “Gentlemen, it has been a very deep honor for me to have served you. I hope we can do it again sometime. And, several times. Perhaps, we could make it a bit more comfortable though. I’ll not forget this place, but maybe at my apartment would make it more inviting if any of you are a mind to,” I offered. They looked at each other and smiled. Phil said, “That might just be a possibility. And, maybe videotape it, too.” Damon said, “You wouldn’t mind that would you?” I shook my head no slowly but with great conviction. “I have no problem with that at all as long as I get a copy of the tape.” Phil went over to his shorts and pulled out a pad and pen. He began to write on it. He handed it to Damon who wrote and passed it on to Todd who wrote. Todd handed it to me. I found their names and phone numbers. I carefully removed the page and stuffed it in my wallet. I then wrote my name, address, and phone number three times tearing out two of the sheets. I handed them to Damon and Todd and the pad and ink pen back to Phil. “I’ll be more than willing to welcome each of you individually, in pairs, or all three at any time. Just give me a call so I can be sure to be ready. And, if anyone else you know might be interested in a slut white whore bitch kunt to fuck, bring them along or pass my name and number to them.” We dressed slowly. Damon reminded the other two and me for the first time that this room was “safe” in some ways but that we needed to be careful. He and Phil would leave together taking the elevator to upper floors. Todd would take another staircase to the first floor, and I was to return the way I had come in. Damon and Phil left as Todd and I waited a few minutes to hear that they had gotten onto the elevator. We heard the elevator door close and before we stepped out into the hall, Todd turned to me wrapping his arms around me and driving his tongue deeply into my mouth where I accepted but was surprised at his action. As he withdrew his tongue from me, he looked at me and said, “I don’t know what your plans are for tonight but cancel them. You an I have some unfinished business. I’m gettin’ some more of that kunt of yours, an I mean to have it one way or ‘nother.” I considered his demeanor and words looking at him in a somewhat surprised manner squinting my eyes slightly. I began reeling in what he had said when it suddenly dawned on me. “I’ve got other things planned for tonight. We’ll have to make it another night, Todd,” I returned. I stepped out of his arms waiting and looking at him. “Cancel your plans. I’m goin’ to fuck my new white kunt some more, an I’m doin’ it tonight, bitch,” he said raising his voice. Without warning, his right hand crossed his body and was brought upwards striking me on my right cheek. I spun away from him but stayed on my feet. It had not been a hard hit. “In fact, I’m stayin’ the night to fuck you. An if you’re good enough, I might even turn you over to some of my other buddies who know how to fuck a kunt like you.” We understood each other completely . . . and our roles. We both knew Todd would spend the night at my apartment fucking me. We knew he was going to show me a different side to him and possibly one that Phil and Damon did not know. We knew that Todd was going to be in my life for as long as he wanted and that I had no say. Last, we knew that Todd would be true to his word about turning me over to some of his other buddies whom he would get to watch fucking me so that once more he would fill my ass with his black gargantuan cock and fuck me so that he could flood my insides with his white gooey baby making mixture making claim to my ass as being his to do with what he wanted. No matter who or how many other men fucked me Todd would always be there to once more claim my ass as his by planting his Man seed in me on top to replace all other cum that had been deposited. I was a claimed prize now to be used and to be shared. All this we both knew from that backhand. All was right with the world.

I got cut as an adult too. Foreskin was so tight it was almost impossible to push back all the way, and when it did go back, the head of my dick was overly sensitive, like touching it was like touching my eyeball. I’d had sex with enough guys that I knew I didn’t want it too tight, I just wanted a trim more than a cut. So now when I’m soft there’s still skin covering the ridge of the head and I don’t need to use lube to jerk off. I don’t like lube on my dick anyway so it works. My dick is still really sensitive, but now if guys try and play with it, the feeling is just uncomfortable instead of painful. That probably sounds weird but for me it was a big improvement. I still don’t like guys touching it but that’s ok, I’m just wired different and prefer to have a men playing with my butthole anyway. Recovery took about a length took like month total. I got boxers made out of t-shirt material that were great for the recovery. Totally happy with the results and very glad I did it.

Hey man, I was cut last year and it was the best thing I’ve ever done. Recovery was probably around 3 months, but continually gets better over time. Of course it’s difficult if you loved your foreskin, I didn’t personally. If I’m topping I find it’s much better without my foreskin and I now use lube to masturbate which I absolutely love. I would say my bating sessions are so much better. Cosmetically I think my cock looks much better and while there will inevitably be a change in sensitivity, it hasn’t really affect me.

On Monday I had a day-long unofficial date with the poz pup from the fisting party I posted about. We walked his dog, talked a great deal, and he eventually invited me back to his place for food. I went, we smoked some greenz, and ate. And then he bred me. THICK DICK, and surprisingly cut for a Latino boy. We connected, and I decided to be bold and ask him for an actual date. He said yes! I stayed overnight since my roommate is a piece of shit (and the ceiling caved in while I was away), and got a great night's sleep. We fucked again in the morning. I gave him a damn waterfall of semen after. Sweet guy. We're going for sushi this weekend. I really like him. And before you ask, he's medicated. But I'm not after him for that.

CHAPTER 3 “Good. Cause that’s the only way I really get off and guys like you are so few and far between. With no strings on you, I really hope we can become good fuck buddies. You think about that one though. For now, last chance; you sure you’re willing for Damon and Todd to join us? They got bigger dicks than me but deliver a hot big load and can go at least twice,” Phil said. “I’m good with it. Just as long as they don’t want to use a condom. I don’t let a condom in my ass. And, they have to shoot their load in my ass, too,” I clarified. “It’s all bare and delivery in your ass is a given. I didn’t have a lot of time to talk but gave it straight up to them. They know the score and are cool with it. Just one more thing though. Damon and Todd are both Black,” Phil said. “Any man, any dick, any cum, anytime, anywhere, no questions is my motto. Go get them. I’ll be ready,” I said. Phil rose up off me and slowly pulled his dick the last couple of inches out of my ass as it had by now been slowly retreating. I stood up and turned around. He grinned, reached over, and tapped on the door quietly a few times. I heard the door handle jiggling and finally turn. The door pushed open and in walked two Black men shutting the door behind them. The door lock doesn’t work. How clever. “He’s cool and is willing. And, he took my fucking and load; you probably heard. He’s primed for you,” Phil said. It turned out both were about the same height and weight. They had on service jumper uniforms from the university, so, they worked here. Todd had a shaved head and was clean shaven. He had a chest full of hair and a cut dick that was beautifully veined on top just the way I love to see dicks. (It’s a visual overload thing for me.) Damon had short hair and was also clean shaven. He had just a little sprouting of chest hair and a cut dick that wasn’t as veined as Todd’s but still beautiful. Both of their dicks I later found would inflate to a nice 8 to 9 inches and about 6 to 7 inches around. There was nothing gargantuan about them but definitely hot dicks in their own right. As they slipped out of their service jumpers, I watched intently. This was going to be a first for me, and I had to memorize it all. Damon walked up to me first. I knelt down and sucked in his dick the entire length. I slathered it with my spit tasting this wonderful dick that was going to fuck me and fill me with his cum load. I had to make sure he was ready. Damon put his hands on my head and began to fuck my skull. The “customer” is always right. Damon skull fucked me slowly making sure that my mouth stimulated his big dick as it was moistened as well. He knew Phil and obviously knew how Phil fucked and what a cum load he would leave. It would all be enough in Damon’s mind for him to invade my ass with his big dick and indeed he would invade it. Meanwhile, as I concentrated on Damon, Phil and Todd had watched me intently. They saw how quickly I had sunk to the floor and taken in Damon’s dick sucking on it but more than merely sucking on it—I had knelt and adored and worshipped it giving it that special warm feeling of acceptance. Todd moved quietly behind me to watch as Phil held his place his eyes widened enthralled at the live porno playing out in front of him. Slight movement behind me was heard but I kept my focus on Damon and his now ever rising big dick that had begun to stretch my mouth and fill me so fully. More and more Damon pushed his dick into and pulled out of my mouth as the time approached for his further invasion of me. I felt my ass being probed; I shifted so as not to interrupt Damon but to make my ass available to Todd. I felt a finger slowly slide inside me with uninterrupted insistence. Once fully inserted, I heard a voice say, “Nice and gooey.” Todd began exploring deeper my inside feeling the heat awaiting him and Damon as well as the soggy overload of the huge load of cum that Phil had deposited there. Satisfied that indeed Phil had arranged for another man to be shared among the three of them, Todd withdrew his finger from my ass standing, and then moved off to the side. Damon removed his hands from my head and pulled his dick from my mouth. I looked up as he did so accepting his hands now positioned to assist me in standing. Damon turned me around immediately, and I grabbed the pipe on the wall once more, bent over, and waited. I sensed Damon stepping close behind me proven by the head of his now slick black dick bouncing gently near my ass hole. I felt his left hand as it grasped my left hip as the bouncing ceased feeling a decided adjustment so that the tip of his dick now directly came in contact with the inner most point of the bull’s eye. I felt his right hand as it grasped my right hip. I waited and wondered what this glorious fuck would be like. The inward pressure on my bull’s eye increased as my hips were gently but firmly pulled backwards. The pressure increased more and then more again as I felt my bull’s eye slowly being pried open allowing Damon’s big dick at moderate speed slide inside me stretching my sphincter wide open creating an occasional shooting pain. With my sphincter spread wide, Damon continued his inward slide as I dipped my knees slightly allowing for easier access and acceptance. Further and further, Damon pushed his veined black dick into my ass as it stretched wider the insides making way for the entire length. As it slid into me, the more the spit from my mouth was consumed by mixing with the cum load and fuck juices that Phil had created coating Damon’s now fully hard dick providing the needed lube for Damon to continue uninterrupted until his pubic hairs came to rest mashed against my ass cheeks. This portion of the introduction was now complete. Damon quietly exhaled and held himself. I gently began tightening my sphincter muscle around his dick and then relaxing it. I did this several times until Damon finally began an equally uninterrupted withdrawal when I gently tightened my sphincter in a milking fashion. When this thick black dick had withdrawn until only the head remained in my ass, he stopped. I felt this same procedure of in and out for a couple of more times until Damon was satisfied as to I suppose compatibility between his dick and my ass. He began a faster in and out lubricating his dick with each entry and exit and no doubt increasing the amount of pre-cum flowing from his own piss slit adding to the gooey mixture that I knew was in my ass. His grip on my hips increased as his fucking increased in tempo and depth. I felt him in my ass and tried to envision the sight of his big, fat, veined black dick as it slid in and out of my ass. I truly wished that there were a video camera on hand. Perhaps there would be next time. Damon and I began to tune into the other more and more. I encouraged him with my sphincter gripping and milking him as he felt his balls slamming into my ass cheeks churning and building up his need to unload. I needed to feel his dick spitting out his load and to hear him make whatever audio sounds affirming that he was indeed making that deposit. I continued on matching his tempo and depth. Once more, my hips were grasped harder so as not to slip out of his possession. I again adjusted my stance for better accessibility hoping that it also provided for even a slight increase in depth of his fucking. Damon now fucked my ass hard and deep—not as Phil had done but still an excellent fucking was taking place—continuing on his path to completion which we all four knew would be soon. “You damn, mothafuckin’ bitch. You cum hungry kunt. Fuckin’ white whore. We heard you getting fucked in here. Your gut’s filled with Phil’s load, and I’m now fuckin’ it into a froth that’s leakin’ outta you. You gonna get another big load in there real soon. And, more, you fuckin’ bitch kunt,” Damon began spitting out for me and the other two to hear. The final assault on my ass began soon after his verbal announcement. He had excited me with it and my own dick had responded by issuing a long stream of pre-cum that was constantly fed with each pounding Damon gave me. My pre-cum string stretched about three quarters of the way to the floor before becoming too weighty breaking from my piss slit dropping onto the floor. “FUCKIN’ MOTHAFUCKIN’ KUNT! YOU BITCH!” Damon exclaimed as he reached over me grabbing my shoulders pulling me as tightly to him as possible as his now expansively large black dick invaded my gut and exploding the contents of his balls into me. I felt his dick swell even more and spit out its contents. He held me tightly so that his dick deposit was made as far inside me as possible. He was definitely replacing all of the cum of Phil’s that had been turned into froth. Again and again and again Damon unleashed a torrent of his DNA into my body as I stood glistening in my sweat accepting it willingly and hoping that it would never end. But, as usual, every deposit ends. As Damon and I both felt his dick slowly deflating, I once more gently squeezed on it so that once he began his withdrawal, I could coax out of his beautiful black dick any remaining cum making it the property of my ass. Damon leaned over placing his lips on my back and kissed it. “Hot ass, bitch; good fuck.” I accepted that as a sincere high compliment from this man.

When I got home, Grandad was in the kitchen watching my mother prepare dinner. He was sat on a kitchen chair wearing an old, stained bathrobe which was open at the front. He was stroking his cock as she prepared the food at the counter. "Hi Timmy" She said as I came in. "You're a little late." "Yeah, just kicked around with Peter on the way home." Grandad grinned, and continued to stroke his cock which was now rigid against his hairy belly. "Bet you got up to no good," He winked at my mother. " A friend saw you go in the toilet earlier." I blushed and nodded. "Naughty boy." Said Mom casually, " You never know what you might catch." Grandad laughed. "Too late for that! Show us your arse, Timmy. I bet its dripping!" Mom wiped her hands on a towel and raised an eyebrow. "Well?" She said. I undid my belt and pushed my trousers and pants down. They ignored my stiffening cock as grandad pulled me face down over the table. He pulled my cheeks apart and said "Thought so! Look how wet it is!" Mom laughed and slapped my arse. "Bad boy! Guess you'd better atone and do your grandad a favour." She returned to the counter as grandad got to his feet, dropped the robe and got behind me. I grunted as his shaft slid easliy up me through the lube and spunk and he began to thrust happily in and out. "N..nice.." He gasped. "...what time...oof...what time is dinner?" She turned and checked the clock. "About twenty minutes, I guess. Now hurry up 'cos I need to lay the table." "Yes, mam!" He laughed and began to seriously fuck me, working himeslf up to a climax. She came and stood beside us, stroking my hair and tweaking his nipples. "Gonna cum....aaah!" He cried as his cock throbbed and throbbed and spurted in me. Eventually, he stood back and his softening cock plopped out of my hole which dripped onto the floor "Right," my mother said, slapping my bum again. "Get that mess on the floor cleaned up then the pair of you clear off whilst I finish dinner."

Yesterday... was ghosted by an impromptu play date in the am. After cleaning out. I was ticked off, and very horny, and cruised grindr pretty aggressively - and apparently Pan Priapus heard my prayers! Messaged a pair of sexy hairy legs, and he was down to come visit me in the early afternoon. Not my usual - very much the otter type, tall and slender, with treasure trail style belly fur. Not hung, but hard as steel. Passionate and skilled in the sack. We flip fucked (he surprised me by enthusiastically taking my monster) for at least an hour, and my hole was delightfully pummeled. He pulled out and came on me (his choice) at the same time as I sprayed like a firehose (he commented on that). So, technically not breeding, but a VERY satisfactory play date nonetheless. Fuck, I needed that!

Catching Up It was another Thursday night and Tim and I were walking over to Carlos' building. Tim had been eager to let me know about his dad pozzing up a guy recently, but had stayed quiet about any of his activities. I was curious so I figured if I could get him talking then I could press him on it. "Who'd your dad do?" I asked as soon as we were outside our building. "Some guy he shoots hoops with. The guy just broke up with his boyfriend and dad jumped on him as soon as he found out. I guess dad had been wanting him for a while and they were banging almost every night. Now the guy's got dad's bug forever" Collegeboy said with a chuckle. I laughed quietly and said "Nice job. I guess it went over better than your dad's last experience." "Oh, yeah. The guy was really into it. I heard him begging for it a few nights" Tim replied. We both laughed and I responded "Cool. How about you? Have you gotten your first yet?" There was a several second pause and he finally said "Workin' on number four." "Fuck yeah, that's my boy. Anyone I know?" I asked. Tim looked over at me and smiled "No fuckin' clue. I nailed a guy in the building next door. He's about your age and cheatin on his boyfriend. He was fun, really tight since he mostly tops. He seemed surprised that it happened so fast, I hope he passes it along to a lot of guys" he said. We stopped at the light and he looked around to make sure we were alone. "Did a guy in 19J and then another in 7E" Tim then said. One sounded familiar and it took a minute before I remembered why. "You did the dad in 19J?" I asked. "What?" Tim exclaimed. "No fuckin way. That dude is straight as an arrow. Totally pussy whipped but straight. I did the son. I went to high school with him. He's a year behind me in school and just turned 18. He's been beggin for me to fuck him since my senior year but I wouldn't until he was old enough" he added. "He know how potent you are?" I asked as we started across the intersection. "I tried to tell him but he was so eager to feel my dick in him he wouldn't let me finish a sentence. He thought it was so cool that I wanted to fuck him raw since all of his other tops want it wrapped. I did tell him once my dick was deep inside him and he just said 'I don't care'. Did him five days in a row and then he said he was too sore and needed a break. Did him a few more times and by then he was begging for my poz load. Then he got sick" Tim said, slowing our pace a little. "I should check on his dad and see if he now has something else in common with his son" I replied with a grin. "You didn't. Really? You fucked him?" Tim asked. I nodded and then asked "That leaves 7E. Who's that?" "I caught him checking me out at the store a few times and I finally busted him on it. He thought that since he was older and... uh... 'manlier' that he was gonna fuck me" Collegeboy said. "Manlier? How? It's not like you're flaming or even a little bit femme. You got long hair, but that's it and that doesn't make you a total bottom" I said as I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. "He thinks you have to be covered in hair to be a top man. I'm smooth, my dad's smooth, my granddad is smooth, we're just more evolved than him I guess" Tim said sarcastically. I cleared my throat and looked at him sternly. "Body hair is cool dude, you prove that. God, you're sexy as fuck. But fur doesn't make you a top. I've fucked a bunch of hairy bottoms" Tim said. We started walking again and were getting close to Carlos' place when he continued, saying "Anyway, we wrestled for position and I had him pinned on his back in under a minute. He was on the wrestling team in high school, but so was I - just twenty years apart. He figured that since I was young, there wasn't a need for rubbers. I bred him that first time in his condo and then he wanted a rematch. It was a repeat. Third time too. He never asked status. Hell, he didn't even have lube. I used spit and shoved, really tore him up each time. The fourth and last time we met, he left the door open and was just sitting on the bed on all fours, waiting for me to fuck him. He knew by then he was my bitch. He just didn't know how much I owned him by then" Tim said, grinning from ear to ear. We were one door down from Carlos' building and I stopped again. "How do you know you tagged him?" I asked. "He told me he was sick and wanted to know if I had covid. I said no and then a couple weeks later he sent me a message, telling me he got tested and it wasn't covid but was HIV positive and I should get tested. He said he hoped he didn't give it to me" College boy said, chuckling. I shook my head, knowing that Tim hadn't told him that he was poz. We walked the extra 50 feet and I pushed the button at Carlos' place. We walked in and just like last time, Carlos was naked except for a different harness and the same black boots. "Glad you could make it. You're a little late" Carlos said, sounding a little upset. "Sorry, we were talking on the way over and it slowed us down" I said apologetically. "Ain't that sweet. Hope it wasn't a lover's quarrel" Carlos said snidely as we headed down to the basement. In the open area next to the bed was a fuck bench with Juan firmly attached. His wrists and ankles had heavy leather cuffs on which were connected to the padded horse. His ass was on display as we walked in and hung off the back, his head was off the front and had the bit that Carlos had used on Tim the last time in his mouth and attached to the back of his head. When I got closer, there was a long red mark across Juan's back with blood seeping out of the broken skin and two smaller fresh marks. "Uh... What happened here?" I asked. Carlos looked back at me with the most evil of grins. "One needs to obey their master, otherwise there is punishment. Do you know how fast the end of a whip can get up to?" he asked coldly. I decided not to push for more info and just approached Juan. The instant that my hand touched his ass Juan jumped, obviously still on edge from his earlier treatment. My finger slid along the crevice and it felt quite wet. I brought my finger to my nose, sniffing and licking my fingertip before turning to Carlos. "Did you whore him out before I got here?" I asked. He shook his head before saying "You don't remember what my cum smells and tastes like? You got filled with a few loads of it as I recall." I chuckled and replied "It was neg back then, before I charged you up." Before he could respond, I said "Nice of you to lube him up for me. Too bad most of it will end up on the floor before long. I'll be sure to replace it with something much more effective in changing Juan's status" I said. "Well, then, get to it. I'm getting impatient" was his reply. Tim had stayed quiet and that was probably a smart move on his part. My cock was partially stiff just looking at Juan's ass and while I stroked it to full rigidity, Carlos was moving Tim to the foot of the bed. "Bend over and brace yourself on the footboard" Carlos barked at Tim as my cock drove into Juan's cummy hole. Juan may have been lubed with his master's cum, but I drove in hard with one continuous stroke just to make it sting. He yelled out around the bit that was keeping his mouth partially open. I pulled back slowly and shoved in twice as fast the second time and he writhed in his bonds. It felt good, though. The cum, the tight cocksleeve, the movement around my cock as he hopelessly wiggled trying to escape another fucking - they all enhanced the fuck and added to my pleasure. I had never considered myself sadistic before, but my fucks with Juan always leaned that way. I used him as rough as I wanted, or more accurately, as Carlos wanted. He didn't want to be poz but that was a destiny chosen for him and I was just the delivery guy. A half dozen strokes later and I was pounding his doomed hole. The bench was nice and heavy and didn't move across the floor as I thrust in until my hips smacked his ass. I looked down and saw a padlock holding each ankle to the horse. A further look saw another pair of locks holding his wrists to the front legs of the horse. "Locks, Carlos? Do you think he's going to run away?" I asked, watching him drill into Tim's ass. "Not him. You. I choose how you fuck my property. After you untied him the last two weeks, I want to make sure he gets bred like I want him to" Carlos replied sternly while pounding Collegeboy. I obviously wasn't going to be dragging Juan anywhere else today and this was our sole position to fuck. At least he didn't bind MY hands to prevent me from moving Juan this time. I had a few options and I made use of them to get my cock digging into Juan's well used hole. I put my left foot up on the padded ledge that Juan's lower leg was resting on and plowed into the right side of his chute. Minutes later, I was back with both feet on the floor. I reached up and dragged my finger along the freshly broken skin on his back, collecting the undried blood on my fingertip and making Juan scream loudly. Both Carlos and Tim looked over to see what I did and they had completely opposite expressions on their face. Tim's was horror and Carlos was pleasure. I ignored Juan's protests and drilled harder. My hands gripped his shoulders, allowing me to slam harder into him. Without warning. I stopped and pulled my cock out of his battered hole. I let go of him and then reached under to feel his cock. It was still caged and limp. I squeezed his balls against the cage and got him to cry out again. "Remember the last few times, Juan. You need to beg for what you need" I said as I released his balls. My cock was now resting on his hole and I gave him another few seconds. Juan grunted "Poz me, SIR" around the bit in his mouth and I was happy that he now understood his future. I slammed in as hard as I could. The horse moved a couple inches but I didn't care. Pulling back, I heard him say quieter "Please poz me" and maybe a sob or two afterwards. My cock slammed in again and he cried out "YES!" I began to pump my cock in and out, taking myself to the edge and just as I was about to shoot, I heard Carlos growl over my shoulder. Tim must have gotten bred again and now it was my turn to inseminate Juan and hopefully give him the load he needed. Two more thrusts and my cock started to spew it's special brew. I kept fucking as each rope of cum shot out until I slammed in and let the last couple spurts fill him deep. Juan was moaning "Oh fuck" over and over and I wondered if he knew this might be the one that does it. Once my cock started to soften, I pulled it out and looked around the room for a plug. I heard a loud slap and realized Carlos had just hit Tim's ass. "Your turn, boy. Three good fucks earned you a reward" Carlos said to Tim. It was only a couple seconds later and Collegeboy was pushing me out of the way and his hard cock was heading right into Juan's battered hole. Juan let out a yelp as Tim drove all of his cock into Juan's cum filled chute. Tim slapped each butt cheek, right then left and began to pummel Juan's ass. I watched Carlos' cum drip off of Tim's balls and create a puddle next to the one below Juan's ass on the cold concrete floor. Collegeboy was holding on to Juan's shoulders, near his neck, using them for leverage to drive into Juan's hole. "Come on, poz boy. Take that dick like a good slut" Tim yelled out. Juan whimpered and I figured that wouldn't be the last time someone called him "poz boy." I stepped back and watched Collegeboy fuck Juan, noticing how good of a top he was. He had confidence and mixed up his strokes to keep the fuck interesting. As much as he wanted to breed right away, he kept drilling him and only slowing down to avert a premature shot. Carlos came close and whispered in my ear "He really toxic? He's so young." "Almost 19 and he's already pozzed a few guys. He might be even more toxic than me since he's never been on meds" I replied. We watched him fuck for a few more minutes and then I noticed his thrusts start to get erratic. I heard Juan scream out from behind the bit in his mouth "Poz Me SIR!" There wasn't a bit of hesitation in his voice this time and it seemed to urge Tim on. He growled as he thrust in, his body shaking in an intense orgasm. I saw Tim had both hands wrapped around Juan's throat as his hip bucked and his cock fired off his viral cum. "Take my fuckin charged seed you poz pig. Welcome to the club" Tim growled out. I thought it was curious that Tim was already talking in past tense, but it was hot watching him verbally breed Juan. "Nice" Carlos said as he tossed me a towel. I wiped the sweat off my body and then cum and ass juice off my dick. Collegeboy pulled out of Juan and stepped away. Carlos roughly inserted a steel plug in Juan's ass before slapping his back over the most recent wound. I tossed the dirty towel to Tim who found a clean section on it and used that to wipe his cock off. Not much more was said as we headed upstairs, leaving Juan locked to the horse. Tim and I dressed and Carlos said "That was a good fuck. I hope he's close." I nodded back and Tim said "He probably is. He's got a sweet ass, I hope I get to fuck him some more." We walked back to our building quietly, unlike our walk over to Carlos' place. With about a block to go, I asked "Why did you call him poz boy? He hasn't converted yet." "I think he's starting. His glands were hard as fuck which is how I started and how Cole in 19J was. The rash came next along with the night sweats" Tim replied. Walking into the building, we said 'Hi' to the doorman and then got into the elevator. We got to my floor and as I started to walk off Tim said "I hope we get to tag team another guy some time. That was fun." I nodded and said "Yeah, it was. Night."

Part 23 - The Hooded Figure Returning home Conrad went straight to his house where his parents, grandparents and Charlie had all arrived. Despite throwing up again when they landed at the manor he shut down the queasiness happy to see his parents and unable to control his tears. What had only been a few months felt like years and once Conrad and his mother had stopped crying he told them that Simon was hosting a dinner for them all at the manor. Harry stood at the bottom of the path nervous as hell and his feet stuck to the pavement unable to carry him forward. He could do with his parents and brother being here right now for support, his attention was drawn to the front door opening and Charlie standing there looking at him. A huge sigh of relief appeared on his face seeing a familiar face, Charlie walked along the path to Harry and picked him up swinging him around in his arms happy to see him. His worry was unfounded and he charmed the pants off Conrad's parents, despite his father being a little cautious at first until he saw how much Charlie liked Harry and acted like they had been brothers for years. The grandparents still somewhat perplexed by it all took longer to come around and still looked on it as unnatural, they couldn't deny how happy Harry made Conrad. Adam and Jamal were staying clean of the manor tonight and helping Dexter move in. At precisely 6pm Harry's parents and brother arrived at the manor and escorted in to the lounge where cocktails were being served hosted by Simon, Conrad and his family arrived at a few minutes. The uneasiness of the meeting soon vanished with the cocktails helping to pave the way and a more relaxed atmosphere developed before dinner. Simon as always keen to catch up with Charlie and his exploits since leaving were talking loudly and laughing, Harry's brother Alfie spent most of the evening with his brother and Conrad whilst the parents and grandparents took to sitting outside in the warm evening chatting away like old friends. As the evening drew to a close Conrad's parents insisted Harry's family stay with them the Saturday night to save them having to drive back to London. Conrad flopped on to the sofa next to Harry clearly shattered from his wild day, he knew Harry still had a bone of contention he was holding on to about him visiting Joshua. Conrad glanced at him "How long are you going to hold on to this?" he asked. Harry grinned "As long as I need to" he replied, "Are you going to tell me?" he asked. "Nothing to tell Harry" Conrad replied kissing him, "I saw him for a few seconds then left". Harry looked at him "Did you talk to him?". "Nope, he didn't even know I was there, saw him and then we left" Conrad replied. "So is he being held prisoner?" Harry asked wanting to know more. "Not sure, the guy who has him is a therapist of some sort" Conrad replied. Harry put his arm around Conrad "Well I hope he can therapise him, make him normal". Conrad laughed and looked at Harry "Bed time and I need to sex you" he said standing up. Harry stood "You think everything will be alright this weekend with Carrington being here?". Conrad took Harry's hand "Ah you mean with Charlie?" he asked. Harry nodded. Conrad shrugged his shoulders "Charlie doesn't know he is coming". "Awkward" Harry replied slipping his hand down Conrad's shorts and fingering his hole. Conrad slapped his hand "Wait, god you are so inpatient" he said giggling. Harry pulled him around shoving his tongue deep in to Conrad's mouth kissing him "Love you". Conrad pushed him away and ran off "Show me you do" he said laughing and running up the stairs. At Heathrow Sean's flight arrived a few minutes before Carrington's, Sean was through straight away with only carry on bag and met by Felix who was holding a sign up with his name on. When asked where they were off to Felix informed him they would be heading to Hampshire then waved seeing Carrington come through the doors. A brief recollection took place between Sean and Carrington having seen each other at the manor. This gave Sean some idea of where they were heading for the weekend. Settling in the back of the limo they chatted a little with Carrington being evasive of any probing questions. Simon greeted them both at the door and Carrington went up to shower whilst Sean stood there looking at him. "What the fuck Simon?" Sean said looking shocked and angry, "You own this place?" he asked. Simon nodded "Let's walk in the garden" he suggested. Sean grabbed Simon's hand abruptly "You have a lot of explaining to do" he said. "Don't take this the wrong way Sean, I protect my privacy as much as possible" Simon informed him. Sean looked at him "Okay, but why?" he asked, "So you have a bit of money?". Simon smiled "That is one way of looking at it, although I am not hung up over it". "So let me guess, this is about my porn career?" Sean asked stopping by the pool. Simon nodded "It is, that is if you are serious about me" he said trying to assess any response. "I am serious about us" Sean replied, "You know I can't do anything about the films out there". "I know" Simon replied walking off again, "Would you be happy giving it up though?" he asked. "Of course, I want out of it but the money is easy and the sex is good, sometimes" Sean replied chuckling. Simon smiled. "Figured the Arab guy must be rolling in it having a suite at that hotel" Sean said. "What about all the cute guys that hang around here?" Sean asked catching up to Simon. "Conrad is like a son to me, I guess I have sort of adopted him by default" Simon said laughing. Sean chuckled "So the other one that is always rushing around is his boyfriend?" he asked. "Yes, they are getting married this weekend. And Carrington works with me" Simon informed him. Simon stopped and looked at Sean "You know Dexter is moving here after the wedding". "What?" Sean asked looking shocked. "He has a job in Alton and is going to lodge with Adam and Jamal" Simon said trying to explain. Sean stood there shaking his head "This is so much to keep track of" he replied laughing. Simon turned to look at the manor. "Did I hit the jackpot with you?" Sean asked looking at him. Simon laughed "Kind of" he replied, "I won't give you money or expensive things" he warned. "Scrooge" Sean said chuckling, "I don't care Simon, just want you" he replied kissing him. "There is just one other thing" Simon started saying. "Is this the bombshell?" Sean asked interrupting him. Simon smiled "No, just don't be surprised if Conrad or Harry pounce on you" he said. Sean raised an eyebrow "And if they do?" he asked. "Tread carefully they are both ruthless sex machines, ask Carrington" he replied laughing. Sean nervously laughed "Are you serious, I mean it is not going to affect us?" he asked. "God no, Conrad still creeps in to bed with me every now and then" Simon replied casually. Sean smiled "I quite fancy banging Carrington" he confessed making Simon laugh. "Good luck there" Simon replied patting his hand, "Carrington likes young tender meat". Sean laughed and took Simon's hand walking back up to the manor for breakfast. Conrad and Harry bolted down the stairs bursting in to the dining room and smothering Carrington hearing he had arrived. Harry still getting dressed for his first proper day in the office with Adam was buzzing with excitement and too busy to think about eating so grabbed a coffee. Simon entered the dining room with Sean and Conrad looked over at them and nodded with the biggest grin on his face. Before Conrad had time to speak Harry and Carrington both kissed him then left to meet Adam and head off. Jamal walked across to the manor and into the dining room seeing Sean sat there he nodded and said morning then grabbed a coffee sitting down next to Conrad. "No change?" Simon asked looking at Jamal's fed up expression. Jamal looked up "Father doesn't want me in the house. Apparently I disgrace the family". Simon looked at him carefully "And you, how are you feeling Jam?" he asked. "Yeah I am alright, I have Adam and he is keeping me sane" he replied smiling. Conrad sat there watching him "You have us Jam, anything you need just ask" he offered. Sean watched Jamal knowingly "I went through a similar thing, my father only nods to me" he said. "It is even worse because of my career" Sean added, "Just be patient with him". Jamal knew the words were heart felt and meaningful from Conrad and Sean, he was glad that he had this group of seemingly growing friends who would be there to support him. After breakfast Jamal was going to help with the marquee that was being set up for the wedding down by the makeshift helipad leaving Conrad to spend the day with his family. They decided to head out to Alton as Conrad's parents wanted to buy some things that were not readily available in Australia. Conrad and Charlie having a lot of fun when their mother picked something up and grandmother was over her shoulder telling her she couldn't import that into Australia. They quickly got bored and said they would meet them outside by the car and walked out of the supermarket. "Charlie" Conrad said catching his brother up, "I need to tell you Carrington is here". Charlie looked at him "So" he replied finding his heart beating faster. Conrad shrugged "Thought you should know" he replied, "Asks after you every time he is here". Charlie smirked "He will get over me" he said leaning back against the car expressionless. The news had strangely excited him and his mind started imagining Carrington running over and hugging him pouring his emotions and expressing his love for Charlie. He blinked hearing the noise from the rest of the family returning, shaking thoughts of Carrington out of his head he got in to the SUV. Returning home everyone except Conrad and Charlie went to bed sleeping off the jetlag, the boys headed over to the manor for a swim and see how Jamal was doing. By some miracle Charlie didn't see Carrington that Friday, instead he had to sit with his parents explaining what had happened with Serena. The more he talked about her the more his mind wandered over to the manor where Carrington was. Conrad arrived with Harry and they set off for dinner at the local pub where they had enjoyed many joyous family meals growing up. Eddie and Jody complaining that Conrad and Harry had refused any wedding presents since they had no idea what they wanted. Harry continued charming the pants off the grandparents and it was having results since they started to take an interest in his life, family and job. The late June sunshine bathed the gardens as all the guests assembled, Carrington was already in the marquee with Jamal and Adam grabbing a sneaky glass of wine before the wedding commenced. The whole thing was kept very simple, Conrad and Harry would walk down together behind their families and their brothers at their side. Opting to start at midday to get it over with and let their hair down, the guests all stood as the Flower Waltz from the Nutcracker played, it was Jack's favourite piece of classical music and Conrad had to stop himself from trying to ballet dance down the aisle. He loved this piece of music and would often twirl around the greenhouse when Jack played it, Jack would go in to hysterics before composing himself then calling Conrad a poofter and raping him. Conrad had an overwhelming feeling that Jack was here watching over him again. He felt Harry squeeze his hand tighter, he glanced at Harry who looked up and smiled like he was feeling it as well. Charlie confused watching them had no idea what they were thinking and shook his head smiling over at Alfie. Charlies face forwards again and his eye caught a glimpse of Carrington who was watching Conrad and Harry standing next to Simon and Moham. He felt a streak of sadness or anger, he couldn't be sure, the American did not even look or acknowledge him and turned away when Conrad and Harry reached the official. All through the quick ceremony he kept taking quick glances at Carrington, nothing, not even a sneaky glance from him. Charlie couldn't explain what was going on in his head, there was frustration definitely and it was getting to him. Instead Charlie focused back to his brother and handed over the ring the an applause rang out. Charlie had be so consumed by Carrington that he missed most the ceremony and everyone was coming up congratulating them, champagned corks popped and the caterers began circulating with drinks. Charlie looked around but Carrington was out of view. A glass popped in front of him "How are you Charlie?" Carrington asked. Charlie took the glass "Fine" he replied trying to hide his annoyance, "Thanks". He turned to face Carrington. "And how is the navy thing?" Carrington asked. "Fine" Charlie replied being cool and distant not wanting to arouse any suspicion. Carrington looked at his glass "Sorry I must go an talk to Moham" he said excusing himself. Charlie sipped his champagne watching Carrington and unable to make him out or what just happened, underneath he knew he was to blame with his lame conversation tactics. Why oh why did it hurt him so much to be treated like this by him?. Charlie looked around the room and found Simon standing by Moham and Carrington, he was looking directly at Charlie drinking champagne with a school teacher look like he was telling Charlie off without words at his behaviour. Charlie had to look away and saw Alfie trying to get his attention, he smiled and walked over joining him. Carrington watched him for most of the day, one part of him could see Charlie was trying to be normal around his family, the other saw the unmistakable glances he would sneakily take. It left Carrington with an empty feeling and that he needed to move on and forget about him. The rest of the day was a celebration with just the right amount of people and Simon spared no expense as his wedding present to Conrad and Harry providing amazing food and champagne. With the evening drawing on Conrad and Harry were a little drunk and laid on the grass together giggling having a few minutes alone staring up at the sky and the reddish tinge from the setting sun. "He was watching" Harry mumbled. Conrad let a tear trickle down from the corner of his eye. "I know" Conrad replied sniffing. "Watching over us Harry" he said fighting tears of happiness. Harry pulled Conrad in to a hug holding him tight "He made it happen. I love you Con". "Love you Harry" Conrad replied, Harry wiped the tears from Conrad's cheek and kissed him. "Jack loves a good party" Adam said sitting down beside them. Harry and Conrad looked at him, "You feel him here?" Conrad asked. Adam nodded "God yes, I think he has achieved what he needed to" he said smiling. "And here is someone fighting against all odds" Adam said nodding at Charlie approaching them. Adam chuckled "Drunk but open like a book" he said. Charlie plonked himself down clearly drowning his sorrows "I got you brother drunk" he said. Harry giggled "Is he dancing naked yet, he usually does when he is drunk". Adam slipped a piece of paper in to Charlie's pocket "Oi" Charlie slapped his hand. "Get over yourself" Adam replied laughing, "It is just a bit of paper". Charlie waved his hand in the air "Whatever" he said laughing. Charlie sat up "I wanted to kiss the bride but I don't know who it is" he said then laughed. Conrad and Harry pounced on Charlie fighting with him as whistles echoed from the marquee and Harry heard his mother shouting at Alfie, laughing he grabbed Conrad and Charlie telling them to get a move on as Alfie must be at the naked dance stage. Entering the tent sure enough Alfie had his underwear on but was dancing on a table evading his mother who was trying to get him down. Simon and Carrington had grabbed chairs and were sat at the front enjoying the show and throwing money at him. Harry walked up to his mother 'chill out' he said kissing her on the cheek and grabbing a chair and watching the show. Charlie managed to get the video on his phone and filmed him. Jamal stood by Charlie giggling "Don't forget I still have the one of you and Carrington". Charlie grinned and leaned in to whisper "Fuck off, I will kill you if you show it" he said. Almost by accident or was it, Charlie kissed Jamal on the cheek "Slut" Jamal said grinning. Charlie laughed "You love it" he replied turning back to Alfie who was thrusting his hips. "Is he gay?" Jamal asked looking at Charlie. Charlie shrugged "How the fuck would I know" he replied, "Good dancer though". Harry's father put his arm on Charlie's shoulder "I know it was you" he said chuckling. "Sorry" Charlie replied, "I didn't know he would end up doing this" he explained. Harry's father laughed "I should get him dance lessons" he said. Alfie was eventually persuaded by Charlie to get down to the boos of the crowd. With his arm around Charlie they walked over to the bar to get him some water, with Alfie exclaiming to anyone who would listen that he loved his new brother of his brother-in-law. Guests were departing and Charlie almost carrying Alfie to the house were last to leave, he had a look around but Carrington had gone already. Conrad and Harry flopped on to the bed sobered up and exhausted, everyone had stayed at the party for nearly 10 hours, even all the guests were exhausted as they left. Conrad looked at Harry and they both sprang off the bed running down the hallway and bursting in to the bedroom. The figure in the bed sat up not quite having got to sleep. "What do you want?" Carrington asked, "I have an early flight". "Our wedding present" Harry replied closing the door. "Oh fuck" Carrington complained laying back down grinning, "Get in bed then". Conrad knelt on the bed "What happened between you and Charlie?" he asked. "Absolutely nothing" Carrington replied, "There is nothing there" his voice echoing how he felt. "Rubbish" Conrad replied, "You two are nuts for each other, Charlie just needs pushing over the fence". Carrington looked at Conrad "Are you getting in to bed then?" he asked. Conrad laid in bed watching the the incredible scene of Carrington's muscled body moving with elegance and ease as he slowly fucked Harry, a sight he never got bored of seeing. Only lasting 20 minutes before he pulled out and roughly pulled Conrad on to his back, legs quickly up over his shoulders driving his cock in. His eyes fixed on Conrad's face watching his changing expressions, deliberately taking his time and getting deep in to Conrad's arse, the erotic moans hitting his ears. Carrington smiled, his mind playing tricks and he could only see Charlie's face pinned under him. It triggered his orgasm delivering rapid thrusts 'Oh Charlie' he mumbled stretching his body upwards to get maximum penetration, his balls squashing against Conrad's arse. Electrical jolts of pleasure pushing deeper and deeper until he felt tapping on his arse bringing him back down. Looking down he saw a strange expression on Conrad's face and pulled back slightly. Glancing to his left he saw the same confused expression on Harry's face. "What's the matter?" Carrington asked catching his breath. Harry looked at Conrad. Conrad stroked Carrington's face "You called me Charlie" he said staring up at him. "Did I?" Carrington replied, "Sorry slip of the tongue". Conrad didn't know what to say. "You really fancy him don't you?" Harry asked after a silence. Carrington gently pulled his cock out kneeling on the bed "Yes. I know it will never happen". Conrad knelt up and kissed him "I wish we could make him see that" he said affectionately. Carrington smiled "He knows, suppose a man is not what he is after. Fact!" he said. Conrad pulled Carrington down and lifted the duvet over them. Carrington smiled, the best part of having sex with these two was sleeping with afterwards, one either side of him and he soon fell asleep. By 7am Carrington kissed Conrad and Harry and left for the airport. Charlie was using the bathroom and returned to his bedroom seeing the limousine coming out of the gates, he put a hand on the window pane and watched it passing beneath him, following it down the drive to the gates then turning on to the main road. Charlie picked up his trousers off the bedroom floor and diligently went through the pockets before putting them in the laundry basket. His fingers touching the small piece of paper that he pulled out and opened. The slip of paper just contained one line '3785 N Stratford Road, Buckhead, Atlanta' it took a moment to realise he had been slipped Carrington's address by Adam. He folded the piece of paper and put it on the bedside table thinking nothing more of it. He was still angry at Carrington, for what though he was unsure now. Quietly he showered and dressed sneaking out to the manor before anyone else got up, the house was busy with all his and Harry's family staying over. Walking up the pavement his head muddled with thoughts around Carrington and how 3 months ago the guy had so nearly seduced him, so lost in those strange memories he wore a wide grin on his face walking in to the kitchen just before 8am. Beth greeted him and poured him a coffee and Charlie sat down chatting away to her, mostly about Alfie's dancing what other guests got up to. Charlie cleverly swerved the conversation "Nice of Carrington to come over for the wedding". Beth stopped laying bacon on a baking tray to look at him "Yes, he has left already". "What?" Charlie asked then corrected himself, "Oh he has left already?". "Yes, Felix drove him at 7am to the airport" Beth replied, "Did you manage to catch up with him?". Charlie looked at his coffee "Not really it was way to busy". Beth nodded "Definitely wasn't himself when the wedding started" she informed him. "Oh, in what way?" Charlie asked trying to keep the conversation light. "Not sure" Beth said holding a sausage, "Something put him on edge for the rest of the day". Charlie nodded slowly. "You staying for breakfast?" Beth asked. "Hmm?" Charlie looked up miles away in thought, "Oh yes thank you". "Half an hour before it is ready Charlie" Beth said putting the tray in the oven. Charlie smiled "I will go and annoy the newly weds" he said jumping up. Charlie opened the door to the bedroom to find them fast asleep, he crept in and laid on the bed causing Harry to stir and wake up. Raising his head he smiled and patted the bed next to him. Charlie crawled up and laid next to Harry. "Did you sleep well?" Charlie asked. "Just got back to our room about an hour a go" Harry said sleepily. Charlie looked at him "Where have you been then?" he asked curiously. Harry smiled "Getting our wedding present from Carrington" he said, Conrad let out a loud snore. Charlie was quite amused at this "I guess it was a good present then" he remarked. Harry turned on his side moving closer to Charlie "Yes but he still has eyes for one person". Charlie turned his head towards Harry "Fuck off" he said quietly. Harry shrugged "Face it Charlie, you are a heart breaker" he said quietly giggling. Harry rolled on to his back "I thought you and Alfie were going to get it on" he said grinning. Charlie leaned over Harry "What gave you that impression?" he asked looking worried. "You were inseparable yesterday, Alfie really likes you" Harry said teasingly. "Your crackers but then I always knew you were from when you accosted me in London" he replied. Harry smiled "Yeah, but I got the best outcome from it, anyway Alfie is straight". Charlie smirked "I don't care, he is much nicer than you and fun to hang about with". "Yeah, yeah" Harry replied looking at Charlie, "So how about it then?" he said grinning. Charlie looked at him confused. "I want to kiss my brother-in-law" Harry said looking serious. Charlie chuckled putting his hand over his mouth "See, you are crackers". Harry smiled licking his lips then puckered up. Charlie just looked at him and found his lips touching Harry's sharing a brief but very nice kiss before he pulled away. "Dirty fuckers" Conrad said turning over, "Hands off my husband Charlie" he said rubbing his eyes. Harry chuckled "Tastes the same as you" he said to Conrad. Conrad smiled "Of course he does we are identical" he replied pinching Harry's nipple. "You okay Chaz?" Conrad asked. Charlie nodded then Harry rolled on top of him. "Get off you pervert" Charlie said laughing. Harry smiled and looked at Conrad "Imagine a foursome with Charlie and Alfie" he said. Conrad laughed "That is sick Harry" he replied, "But yeah I could go for that!". "Would love to see your twin fuck you" Harry said receiving a slap from Charlie. "I can't believe you two" Charlie said pushing Harry off him and unable to stop laughing. Harry kneeled up on the bed "Carrington is the only one who can tame you" he said to Charlie. "Give it up Harry" Charlie said feeling himself blush a little, "I'm going for breakfast". Charlie hopped off the bed and left the room and Harry's giggling, it did nothing to help Charlie and his now ever impending predicament and doubt. Sunday lunchtime they spent as a family having lunch, Harry's family left for London then early evening Conrad, Charlie and Harry all went up to the airport to see off the last few family members who were flying back to Australia. Conrad and Harry promising they would fly over later in the year to see them. Charlie was looking at the flight information screens and saw several flight flashing red with final boarding, one a flight to Atlanta. Was it in his head that everything just kept reminding him of Carrington today? Back home and alone in the house he fired up his laptop spending an hour browsing before closing it and going to bed. He had received an email from Dave telling him that repairs were going to take 2 weeks and given a date when to report back for duty. All night long Charlie kept waking up and at 5am he got up and opened the laptop again. He checked the weather forecast and it showed heavy rain and storms forecasted, definitely waterproof weather he said to himself. Unsure even why he was thinking this way, his email pinged receiving his confirmation. By mid morning he was on the train heading to London, frightened about what could happen later that day it was one the craziest things he had ever got himself in to. Charlie woke confused and trying to compute that it was only 4pm in the afternoon, fastening his seat belt he looked out of the window at the dark clouds shrouding them, jerking side to side until the aircraft escaped the last dark cloud and the rumbling of the landing gear being extended vibrated up through his feet. By the time he arrived at the address it was already 6.30pm, nervously he walked in to the reception and was pointed to an elevator up to the eighth floor. Brightly illuminated against the dark clouds and slightly wet, Charlie went to the the reception desk on this floor. "Hi, can I see Carrington please?" Charlie asked nervously. Evelina looked at him "I am sorry he is not around" she replied. Jose walked behind the desk handing Evelina envelopes looking at Charlie "Signed" he said. Charlie distracted by the way Jose was looking at him, "Where can I find him?" Charlie asked. "I am sorry unless you have an appointment Carrington won't be returning" Evelina informed him. "Sorry" Jose said still looking at Charlie, "Are you after Carrington?" he asked. Charlie looked at the strange way he was looking at him "Yes, I just arrived from the UK" Charlie replied. Jose tapped his chin staring at him "Are you Charlie?" he asked. Charlie looked surprised. "Yes" he finally managed to reply. "Come and dry off" Jose said coming round and escorting Charlie to his office. Jose took his coat and hung it up "You want a coffee or something?" he asked. "Coffee would be nice, thanks" Charlie said. Jose smiled "You came all the way from England to find Carrington?" he asked pouring coffee. Charlie nodded. "You are the reason Carrington has been so moody" Jose said handing him a mug. "Me?" Charlie asked. "Yes" Jose replied sitting down, "He came back to work today even worse". Charlie looked at Jose "I wasn't exactly friendly to him at the weekend". "So what has changed?" Jose asked studying him carefully, "I mean you came all this way". Charlie shrugged "I have no idea what I am doing or why I am here" he confessed confusing himself. "Carrington has gone to the gym in Buckhead then he will be going home" Jose informed him. "Listen" Jose said, "I will take you to his home but call me if you need somewhere to stay". Jose gave Charlie his mobile number and waited until he was dry then drove him to Buckhead and the address that was on the slip of paper Adam had put in his pocket. Jose could tell Charlie was a wreck when the car pulled up the long swerving driveway up to the house. He checked his watch "He should be finished and will be here shortly" Jose said. "Thanks" Charlie said unbuckling the seat belt, "Appreciate what you have done". "Hey, call if things don't go well and you need somewhere to stay" Jose reminded him. Charlie nervously smiled "I will, thank you" he replied getting out of the car. Charlie pulled the hood up of his coat and stood under the small overlap by the front door feeling nauseous and tired form his journey, the rain splattering against him from the gusts of wind. Jose drove out on to the road then stopped and sent a message to Carrington 'Dropped a package off at your front door, it is fragile and needs your attention, get home quickly'. Carrington looked at the message thinking Jose had lost the plot and got in to his car to head home. The intensity of the rain increased and a flash of lightning burnt through the sky followed by the low rumbling of thunder. 10 minutes later Carrington turned on to the driveway, the storm had moved in quickly settling over Buckhead the lashing rain illuminated by lightning then drowned out by the thunder. Taking the long curve up the gentle slope he saw a dark hooded figure briefly illuminated by lightning waiting at his front door.

I like it best when I can tell the guys fucking me really want to hurt me and they really think I'm cheap, disgusting, used pozzed up trash. I love it when men strangle me so hard that they bruise my neck and make me lose consciousness. specially if when I wake up some new guy fucking me and that guy is long gone. or the guy has his forearm shoved up my ass. I had a regular anon top who would fuck me blindfolded in his apt. sometimes alone, sometimes with one or two other guys and he would get me on my back and strangle the fuck out of me while he drilled my ass and he would tell me how much he wanted to "snuff"me and get me to beg him to. he said he would rather snuff me with his aids cum. no idea what he looked like but he was a hot fuck everytime

There is literally NO evidence, whatsoever, that Biden is a pedophile, nor is he a member of the KKK, devoted or otherwise. That's a nasty rumor being circulated by people out to wreck our country by discouraging people from voting at all. However, it's documented fact that Trump's father, Fred, was arrested as a young man at a KKK rally in New York, which is in keeping with what we know of his racially discriminatory rental practices and which attitudes he's passed on to his son. That said, if you're that ill-informed, and given that you live in a solidly blue state, I'm glad you are passing on voting - we don't need more uninformed people polluting the ballot box.

1. Questionnaires James woke up to hear his phone chiming. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. He was in his apartment, but he didn't remember coming back. He tried to move, and discovered every muscle in his body was sore. Painfully, he reached down. His stomach was sticky with sweat and lube, and his dick was soft and limp. Bit of the night started to return to him. Conrad fucking him, as he begged Conrad to stop. Strangers fucking him as he cried in agony. Conrad laughing as he whimpered in pain. He had been nothing to these men, and they treated him like the faggot he was. He reached around, and gingerly explored his asshole with a finger. It was tender. He gasped, and learned that his throat was as sore as his asshole. Another memory returned. This time, his head was off the side of a bed, and a thick black cock was buried in his throat. It was deep enough that it choked off his oxygen. He had tried to push it away; that only got his arms tied down. He was shivering now, not so much cold as he was terrified. Conrad lived only a few doors down. He couldn't stop remembering the sound of Conrad's laugh. When he had gagged, Conrad had just laughed that much harder. Finally, he forced himself to look at the phone. The message was from Mitchell. "Audition for you tomorrow. I'll e-mail details." James tried to speak. He could barely get out a word, his throat was so sore. There was no way he could audition tomorrow in his current state. "Really bad sore throat," he wrote back. "Can barely talk." "Let me see what I can do," Mitchell texted back. James tried to stretch out his muscles; he found new areas of tenderness. There were bruises on his wrist, where he had struggled against the restraints. He had been blindfolded; the man fucking his hole had paused. The unknown man whispered in his ear. "Turns me on. Watching you struggle like that." He tried to forget what had happened next. "I want you to see my doctor," Mitchell texted. "14:00," he said, and gave an address. James looked at his phone. It was already 12:30. He forced himself out of bed, forcing himself to ignore the pain. He took a shower, and washed away the accumulated sweat, lube, spit, and cum. He felt a bit better, until he looked in the mirror. There were some light bruises on his face; he couldn't remember when he had gotten them. A further exploration of his body revealed some welts on his ass, and bruises around his ankles as well. He was numb. He hated himself, hated what he felt, hated that he had let it happen to him. He put on his clothes, and called an Uber. The office was a nondescript building in a nondescript commercial district. He went to the second floor office and walked in. There were four seats in the waiting area, only one was occupied by a muscular older man. He went to the receptionist. He was a slim Latino, and James found himself imagining the possibilities with the older man and Latino. "Hi. I'm Jim, James," he said, catching himself. The receptionist looked up; he had a thick, trimmed beard. James stuttered for a moment. "I've, I've, I've got an appointment." "Oh yes. Mitchell had booked it." He pulled out a clipboard and handed it to him. "Can you just fill this out before the doctor sees you?" He motioned for James to take a seat. As James sat across from the bearded older man, he looked him over. He was good looking, and there was an unmistakable bulge in his jeans. Unfortunately, the man caught him staring, and smiled. James quickly glanced away and sat down. James tried to focus on the questionnaire, despite feeling the man's eyes on him. He read the first question. "In the past 48 hours, how many sexual partners have you had?" There were two columns of answers, one labeled "Receptive" and "Insertive." For each, there were just four options, "None," "One," "Two," and "Three or more." James circled his answers. "Three or more" for getting fucked, and none at all for fucking. He moved on to the next questions. "What forms of safer sex did you use, if any." Again, there were options, but only one applied to James. "None." James started on the next question, "What of the following have you done in the past six months?" He started to check off some of the options. He had used "party drugs," as the survey put it. He had sex with strangers. He had been restrained. The last one made him cause. "Sex without your consent (Raped)." He remembered how he had begged Conrad to stop. He remembered how Conrad had laughed. "I need to cum," he said. "That's all you need to worry about." His ass throbbed at the memory; he wasn't sure if he was horrified or aroused by it. He checked the box. But before he could go to the next page, the door opened, and two men walked out. He immediately recognized Tiago; this time in a shirt and tie, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope. He was followed by a young black man. He was wearing black pants and under the blue polo shirt, James could see the muscles ripple with each move. "I wondered if it was you," Tiago said. Tiago smiled, and James knew that even if his memory of the time with Tiago was fuzzy, Tiago's memory was crisp and clear. "This is my intern, Fabien," he said, introducing the young man next to him. He was at most a year or two older than James. James went to stand up; he realized he was about six inches taller than Fabien. "Don't worry," Tiago said. He turned to Fabien. "You want to finish up the questionnaire with him?" "Sure," Fabien said. He took the clipboard, and read the answers. He turned to James. "All bottom, huh?" "Yeah," James stammered. He tried not to meet Fabien's eyes. He had all the answers right in front of him. "And all bareback, too?" Fabien asked. Tiago was standing, watching, nodding his head. James caught the stranger staring at him, and smiling. He adjusted his dick in his jeans; James could see the stranger's cock was massive. "Yeah," James stammered. He didn't want this interview to happen where anyone could see it. "You said drugs," Fabien continued. "Which ones?" Fabien wasn't even trying to keep his voice down. Even the Latino receptionist had stopped shuffling papers, and was listening. "Uh..." The entire room was focused on him. "Weed?" Fabien asked. James nodded. "GHB?" James nodded again. "Tina?" James nodded a third time. He couldn't stand to look at the stranger again, much less Fabien or Tiago. "Anything else?" He remembered Conrad telling him to snort something. "He called it vitamin K?" "That's a bunch," Fabien said. He looked at the clipboard. His eye fell on the last one. "Let's go back," he said, turning to Tiago. "Yeah," he said. "Let's go," Tiago said, helping James to his feet. "We can talk more." As the two men led James back to an examination room, James heard the stranger ask the receptionist. "You've got his number, right?" "Hell yeah," the receptionist said, as the Fabien shut the door.

I'd taken to jogging after work only recently. Despite what usually happens in college, I'd lived a relatively healthy lifestyle. I played basketball, did a bit of swimming and didn't really party too much like a lot of my friends did. My main vice was that I guess I used my allure as a sportsman to sleep with plenty of girls. Now those days were well behind me I was doing my best to get back to a shape where I'd get some attention again. I got home and quickly ate some of the leftovers in the fridge and got into my running gear. I'd gotten bored running the same way each night so I thought I'd try another park in town. I wasn't sure whether the leftovers had been left for too long or I'd started running too quickly afterwards but it didn't take too long before I needed to start looking for a toilet block. Eventually I found one in a tucked away corner of the park. It wasn't in the best condition and the area looked a bit sketchy but I wasn't really in a position to try anywhere else. The immense sense of relief as I sat in the cubicle changed when I heard a heap of male voices entering the block. Perhaps it was a tour group or a sports team or something on a bus trip home? I heard them greeting and introducing each other, what were they doing? Shortly after, I heard muttering of "Get those clothes off", the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin, the gate being slammed shut and locked and my blood froze. A gay orgy was about to happen! How was I going to get out of this? I sat there scared out of my wits as voices came closer to my cubicle, and then I heard one of them. "Shit, there's someone in here!" "Fuck," I thought to myself. "Looks like we've got someone crashing our party. It's OK, you can come out. We won't bite....hard" I wiped my ass, pulled my shorts up, took a deep breath and left the cubicle. All I could see were naked male bodies, something like 10-15 of them, all over each other and all different ages & races. "God, what a fucking hottie. And a great new addition to the group." one of the guys said as he looked across at me. "Sorry guys, you don't understand. I'm straight....I'm here by accident." "Nobody's here at this time of night by accident." said one of the guys as he walked over towards me, naked and hard. I gulped nervously. "Looks like we've got a swallower!" he said to the others. Some looked over at me while the rest were more than happy keeping each other amused. A couple of the other guys stood up and walked over. "Everyone in here has to join the party" "But I don't want to..." "Like he said," said the other guy. "You don't have a choice" and they each grabbed one of my arms and pushed me to my knees. "Open your mouth" ordered the first guy that saw me. "No way!" I replied before getting a slap across the face. "You'll do exactly what we say if you want to get out of here in one piece." My wallet was removed from my shorts. "And if you tell anyone, we'll make your life hell" In a complete state of shock I opened my mouth and almost immediately the main guy's cock hit the back of my throat. I could barely breathe as I was choking on his cock and his groin pressed against my face. I had no chance to protect myself as both my arms were held. 'He's a natural," I heard him say as the other two laughed. I felt strong hands at my legs, lifting me up so that I was horizontal with the ground. When I tried to kick out, the guy facefucking me pushed hard into me, "What did I tell you about funny business?" I felt my shorts being taken off. "What a great ass he's got too" I heard one say. "I can't wait to get a piece of it." I'd never been so scared as I felt hands pawing at my ass. "You guys are so good, the four of you are like a fuckbench" and I was being held in midair, spreadeagled. The unmistakenly behind me and between my legs. "Looks like a great virgin pussy" and I felt the cold shock of lube on my ass. The only hope I had was that he had a condom on. As if reading my thoughts, the guy facefucking me said "And we only play raw too." I squirmed in the four guys' arms and was reprimanded once more. "Just ride it out bitch til we've had our fun." I felt a cockhead pressing against my ass and before I knew it, he was buried deep inside me. I gasped in shock which allowed the guy in front to push his cock further down my throat and I choked a bit. "I love it when a guy gags" That in turn must've put pressure on my ass muscles as the guy fucking me shot his load inside me within seconds. "God Bill, cumming too early again. Get him to clean it off while I get a piece of that" said the guy facefucking me. Bill pulled out and they swapped over. The guy that'd taken my throat was now about to take my ass. As Bill pulled out I felt cum dribble out of my ass and onto the floor. I felt someone positioning themselves beneath me, a skinny ill-looking guy who wouldn't have been much more than 20. "Can't let all of that beautiful cum go to waste" he said. "You're such a slut Chris", the guy ploughing my ass said. "haha, true Bruce. But unwilling sluts are so much more fun." and then he started to work my cock. Despite my best efforts and the shock I was feeling, Chris was so good my cock grew quickly in his mouth. It must've turned a lot of the guys on as I could feel cum splattering onto my back. To be honest, I had no idea what was happening. I was going through the horror of being gang raped yet also receiving the best blowjob I'd ever had. It didn't take long before I was cumming deep down Chris' throat and Bruce shot inside me shortly after. I'd taken two loads inside me and no idea how many had been shot over me. I had a sense there was plenty more to come. My hopes were raised when I was placed on the ground but they were dashed quickly when wrist ties were placed on me and I was dragged to one of the cubicles. As I looked down at myself I was shocked but not totally surprised given the treatment I'd received to see a little bit of blood running down my leg. Same for all virgins I guess. My arms were tied to the cistern and a leg tied to each side of the stall with my ass facing the door, open for all to take advantage of. I honestly lost count of the number of guys that took my ass while I was in that position. I'd become pretty deadened to the whole experience. I'd feel a pair of my hands at my hips, a cock slipping inside and they'd pound away inside me until I felt them shoot. I didn't want to turn around but I could tell from the sounds that guys were having their cocks sucked so they were ready to go once it was their turn. I'd effectively become a cumdump. I guess this had gone on for an hour or two before they decided they wanted me in a new position. I'd given up fighting by this stage and so offered little resistance when they pushed me onto the dirty floor on my back and tied my arms and legs wide in an extreme X position. Most of the time I was tagteamed while I was in that position, one guy fucking my ass and the other my throat. I took load after load down my throat, in my ass and on my body as some of the guys jerked off or pissed on me as they watched. Banging on the locked door woke me from my trance. "Big Jake must be here" one of the guys said. It didn't worry me too much, I'd been through so much already, what else could be done to me? And then I saw Big Jake. Jake was a massive black guy, easily 6ft7 and probably 300 pounds, all muscle. He took his shirt off but all I could see was the rapidly growing monster cock in his shorts, it had to be 13 inches. "Is this a new guy?" he asked. "Nah, some guy who pretended to be just passing" Bruce replied. "Has he been inducted?" "Should be, but you'll make sure of it." Bruce then turned to me. "From memory we're all poz, but Big Jake has the most toxic seed of all of us. If you weren't poz before you DEFINITELY will be once he's through with you." He lay on top of me and his massive, rock hard cock probed my hole and, given the battering it had taken through the night, he entered me pretty easily despite his incredible size. I could feel his cock pounding my prostate and I found myself grunting in time. "God I love straight pussy," Jake whispered in my ear. "And it's even better when I'm pozzing it." As I felt his cock thickening inside me I came heavily, my whole body shuddering underneath him. His load shortly joined the numerous ones I'd taken through the night and with that I finally passed out. I came to about four hours later, being shaken by a groundsman from the park. "Come on faggot, you've had your sleep. Time to go home." "I'm not a faggot..." "That's not what your chest says. Now get up, put your clothes on and go home." I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. Someone had written "POZ FAG" on my chest in permanent marker. I pulled my top back on, gingerly pulled my shorts over my aching and filled ass and made my way home, my life changed permanently.

"I bind you, Trump, from doing harm to others and doing harm to your self." Please repeat binding spell as needed. Light candles Burn sage Call the Corners Call for all that is good in this world to help.

Moved to NYC in August but between moving, the pandemic, etc. I just haven’t gotten fucked. I also went off Prep for a while and had to find a new provider here. And I have a roommate now due to NYC being so expensive, so no more just leaving the door unlocked and laying out for dick. Am finally back on Prep and needing to be a cumdump again. Just hit a boiling point today and couldn’t take it anymore and got back on the apps. Started talking to a heavyset daddy on Growlr. Told him how horny I am and he says he hasn’t cum in a few days. He says I’m cute and that I should come over. So I go to his place, we go to his bedroom and get naked, and immediately start kissing. We kiss for 5 mins or so until it reaches its end. I lay out on the bed on my stomach and he gets on top and starts pounding away. I’m moaning, he’s moaning. His thick dick feels so good. I keep saying “yeah” over and over again. It’s been too long. Soon enough he’s breeding me and from his grunting I can tell he really hadn’t cum in days. He gets up and sits back in the chair that’s in his room. I ask him if he thinks he can go again, and he says he can. I tell him “well this is all yours when your ready”. I just lay there and don’t bother getting up. When he’s ready he gets up and back on top of me. He’s owning my hole again. I think I’m moaning even louder this time. He lasts longer this time too. That thick raw dick feels so good inside. He’s picking up the pace and blasts another load in me. And we were done after that. Need to end the year on a high note and start taking dick regularly again. Find guys who can host (hard in NYC), check out the bookstores, etc. Even thought of taking a quick trip to Philly or another close by big city and getting a hotel. And I have to say that Growlr is a great resource for finding thick dick, which I prefer. What older guy wouldn't want to fill a smaller younger bottom. I wish it wasn't a pandemic and the NYC bear party was running right now, totally up my alley. Could really use a gangbang.

You wanted to see me on my back, hole exposed, ginger pubes, showing armpits and nipples Sir.

hi mate, total bottom cumdump lad here in Cornwall UK. Hundreds more pics and vids on www.twitter.com/jonny4dad

Needy cunt

I find the older I get, the more sex I have. So for me age is in your mind. I play with guys from 20’s to 80’s. Being so open presents many opportunities.

CHAPTER 2 I tasted the gooey clear liquid seeping out of his piss slit knowing that more of it would soon be coating my inside and eventually delivering a full load of his cum. He stood steady and almost imperceptibly began fucking my face as I continued to lavish attention to his cut dick. I began playing with his balls which now had dropped revealing that he had a bag that dropped real low allowing his almost egg-sized balls to drop low as well. I could only imagine them slapping my ass cheeks. I looked up at him just as he came out of what must have been a sucking trance and looked down at me. He reached down. I disengaged my mouth from his dick and rose. We kissed deeply once more. He pulled away and led me to some sort of a long pipe attached to the wall. I grabbed the pipe, moved backwards as I bent over, and finally stopped when Phil put his hand on my ass. My dick was leaking like a sieve and about three quarters hard. Phil knelt behind me pulling my cheeks wide. He drove his tongue in deep lavishing the area with his spit. He did this for several seconds and then began licking all around my hole. He stood quickly, put the head of his dick at my hole causing me to reposition myself for his access, and then proceeded to push himself inside me. It was very slow going as there wasn’t all that much lube and it gave me a good tingling of hurt and pain but there was no way I was going to stop him. I’m not sure he would have stopped anyway. “I’ve got some lube in my shorts if you want to use it. I’d prefer to try without but it’s an option,” I offered. “No way am I going to use synthetic. Nature’s own is best: Spit for the first time, and cum after that,” he replied. Phil pushed harder as I braced myself more and pushed back. His hands pulled my hips toward him as he pushed more and more with his dick. The erotic pain being shot through my body from this almost nothing lubed slide in was wonderful. He was stretching my inside nicely. I could actually feel that upward curved dick of his sliding further and further into me using only spit and whatever fluid I had in my ass. I was feeling every inch of my inside being spread wide open to accept him. His pubic hair began mashing down on my ass and was finally totally flattened when his dick could no longer make any forward movement. He was now in me all the way and the best was yet to come. “Oh, fuck, yeah! ASS! This is what I’ve needed all day LONG! Your ass and my dick are going to have a great time together, Bill,” Phil said and chuckled. He had no sooner finished his words than he began pulling out but only to the point of his head being inside me. Then, WHAM! Back inside he went and faster than the speed of light. I was jolted. Never, but never had a man hit my ass like that. Yes, sharp but quick shot of pain raced through me. WHAM! Another jolt. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! If this was just a warm up, I now began to wonder what the finale would be like. Soreness spread throughout my gut as this thick dick repeatedly spread open wide my intestine in less than a nanosecond. My prostate began feeling as if it had been turned into a punching bag. Stars raged in front of me. Screams of exotic agony welled up in my throat cut off by my own deeper determination to withstand this onslaught of delightful agonizing pain coursing throughout my entire body ending in my brain where the sounds remain muted but heard within. I was entering a euphoric haze and loving it. Phil began to hammer my ass true to his word. He most definitely enjoyed hard deep fucking and wasn’t afraid of giving it to me. I was just as adamant that I was going to take whatever kind of fucking he dished out. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! He continued to fuck me as I kept making small adjustments in my stance to keep from being knocked off my feet or into the wall. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The man was relentless in his pursuit of ass to fuck. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! “OH, FUCKING DAMN!” WHAM! And, with that final thrust of his dick fully into my ass, I heard him begin to pant and felt his hands pulling my hips hard into his body putting a death-like grip holding me to him. I felt his cock swell up and spit out round after round of his cum load. I knew his dick was filling me deeply with his cum. I was in pig heaven. I felt his dick slowing in its spitting as it also slowly began deflating. I stayed bent over holding the pipe. Phil leaned over me putting his hands on mine. “Damn, that was good and just what I needed. How you doing?” “I’m okay. Not hurt, so, good to go,” I said. “It’s going to be awhile before I can go again. But, if you’re willing to wait, I can give you another load,” Phil offered. “I have nowhere to be any time soon. You sure this is okay like this here?” I asked. “Real safe. I’ve been using it for years. You know, too bad we don’t have a tv and some porn to watch. That would get me up a lot faster. Seeing guys fucking always is a turn on. You like porn?” Phil asked. Phil wrapped his arms around my chest pulling me upwards but left his dick in my ass. He bent his lips down to my ear and began to lick and nibble on it. “What pervert doesn’t like porn? Yeah, watching some would be hot. Maybe next time we can sneak a tv and DVD player in here for you to watch some while we fuck. Well, that is if you want to fuck me some other time,” I replied. “I’ll fuck you anytime you’ll let me. We’re a match; you know how to take my kind of fucking. You ever do two guys at once? You know, three-way?” Phil almost whispered into my ear as he continued to nibble and lick and now lightly biting my neck. “I’m a pervert for real. I’ve been in three-ways, four-ways, and more ways. I’m a sex addict. I don’t care what man it is or what his dick looks like as long as he will fuck me and shoot his load of cum in my ass. I’m a voyeur and an exhibitionist, too,” I stated. Phil now reached way down and began licking up my neck and behind my ear to the top of it then back down until he slowly pushed his tongue into my ear as far as possible. Oh, damn! That just so turns me on! Phil slowly withdrew his tongue from my ear and whispered, “Well, since we don’t have a tv for porn and you like more than one guy at a time, what if an opportunity came up now to take on a couple more guys? You think you’d be up to that?” I came to my senses and double thought about what Phil had just said. I realized that was why he had separated from me on entering the building. But who were these other guys? I didn’t know them. When and how had he contacted them? Was this a set up after all? I had only seconds to weigh these words. “Well, I suppose the next option is that you’ll tell me we’re being videotaped,” I said. Phil laughed. “Well, no. But maybe if you want to next time we can do that.” “I suppose your question about a couple of more guys was more than just rhetorical. And, that they are on their way here as you were fucking me,” I said. It was Phil’s turn now for a slow response. “Well, yeah, it was more than rhetorical. And, they are already here. They were upstairs and should be outside in the hall waiting for your answer.” This nice-looking hot man had the gall to think he could give me a hard fucking which I would thoroughly enjoy especially since I would get his cum load and that he could invite a couple of guys he knew to join in. I knew he and I had never fucked before so it wasn’t like he knew me. Damn. Three men with one giving an INCREDIBLE fuck. “Well, since you showed me this safe place and gave me one helluva fucking and cum load, and you were at least considerate enough to ask before they actually joined us, how could I turn down two more dicks to ride,” I said with renewed interest and excitement at the prospect. With that, Phil slowly licked my ear again, “You fucking won’t regret it. I promise. If you hold up, you’ll get fucked at least twice by each of us. Just think about another fuck with me. All that hard ass slamming. You really like that, don’t you?” I shook my head yes.

Loved it!!!! I felt like I was actually going to throw up with nerves myself as Charlie waited in the rain.

I usually visit North Jersey one weekend a month to see my mama. I have a list of NJ fwbs I hit up beforehand. 1 of them is M; a hot ColumbiaN construction worker. Muscles, friendly, passionate, reliable, speaks limited English, hung and knows how to use me. I haven’t seen him in 6 months. He lost some muscle mass due to COVID but he’s still as sexy as ever. Kissed, rimmed, fucked my brains out (I was bleeding a little but didn’t feel anything; it was so amazing). Then he sucked me off and I couldn’t stop Cumming down his throat. I hope all of you have a buddy like M. I will see him again next month :)

I got my ass bred at the glory holes just 2 weeks ago before going to see a fuckbuddy to give him my hole preloaded by anon guys...

Dean and Carl make their way around Jasons wrists and ankles, tying them in place. Jason is giddily smiling at me. I kiss him and tell him quietly “Let’s take it slow and keep it light; from Deans story I assume he’s also HIV positive.” He response “For sure. I love you.” I look down and his dick is already hard and poking out of the top of his jock. My dick is the same, straining against the leg of my pants. Carl pulls out a strange looking helmet out of his backpack. Dean explains “this is for sensory deprivation. Jason won’t be able to hear or see anything but his nose and mouth are exposed. It will enhance his sense feel, smell, and taste. Jason, although you won’t be able to make out what we’re saying, we’ll still be able to hear you. If you want us to stop, tell us. Otherwise, I will take good care of you.” Carl works the helmet onto Jasons head and pulls some straps on the sides so it’s snug. Carls asks “can u hear me?” A few times and Jason doesn’t respond. It’s so warm and humid that we’ve all started to sweat. Jasons beefy body and thick furry legs glisten. Dean is even more sweaty and I watch beads rolling down his chest and into his stomach fur as he positions himself in between Jasons legs. I’m on the side of Jason, and Carl is right next to me. Dean starts teaching “Tom, I’ll make sure he knows where I am at all times with my hands and body. Although I’m in control, the key is to play off of his reactions to maximize pleasure. First I’m going to warm him up.” He lightly grips Jasons ankles and slowly and sensually massages up his legs, to his crotch, up the sides of his body, into his pits. No ones touches Jason this intimately except me, and although it’s making a pit in my stomach, my dick keeps flexing and my mouth water while I watch Dean seemingly enjoy just rubbing Jason so much. I notice Deans own crotch is sporting a massive bulge under his jeans. As he leans forward it presses up against Jasons bare ass. Carl notices my concerned face and rubs my lower back comfortingly with one hand. I look back at Dean make his way up Jasons arms and back down his chest. Jason flinches, as his nipples are extremely sensitive. Dean continues down his stomach, bushes over Jasons exposed hard dick head and covered shaft and balls. Then he spits a large string of saliva on a few of his fingers and lightly massages the outside of Jasons hole. He presses in and one finger pushes knuckle-deep. Jason squirms, moans, and his dick flexes. Dean drips another large string of saliva onto his still-inserted finger and works a second finger in. Strangely my dick flexes almost in sync with Jasons as I think of Deans sweet spit entering inside Jason. I glance to my right and Carl is now stroking himself. He has a solid 6” dick with large balls. He grabs my hand and places it on his dick. It’s already slick with lube. I’ve never really gripped anyone else’s dick besides mine and Jasons. I grip Carls dick a few times, to feel all of his veins, shaft, and balls. He spits on his own hand and fishes out my dick. It aches with pleasure. Normally I would protest but it seems fair and fine in the current situation. We look back at Dean. He’s using one hand to hold Jasons dick and the other to twirl around Jasons precum-slick dick head. Jason tugs on all the restraints and moans as Dean twirls harder for an extended moment. Shadowy figures surround us, jerking themselves as they watch. Dean trails his fingers up Jasons furry stomach to his nipples and then teases them the same way. Jason moans louder, tugs, and involuntarily flexes his dick which is now oozing a steady stream of precum on his stomach. “Bingo” Dean says under his breath. As Dean teases his nipples, I see him grinding his tented crotch on Jasons hole. My heart thumps but for some reason I am transfixed watching Jasons lust. All the while my own dick already feels like it could cum any moment as Carl barely strokes it. I grab his wrist to slow him down. Random hands appear around Deans waist and unbutton and unzipped his jeans. Dean seems unfazed and continues to tease Jasons nipples while his rock hard dick springs free. He has no underwear on. HIs dick is about 7”, uncut, curved upward, its head is poking out of its taut foreskin and is wet with precum. I spot a tattoo on his lower waist, to the side of his pubes.. a black scorpion. FUCK. I figured he was positive but now I KNOW! And Jason has no idea! Dean leans forward farther and his shiny wet helmet rubs up against Jasons balls and taint. I think to myself “not much more.” and then feel my dick get enveloped in a warm mouth. It feels so good I grab onto his head to keep balance. I look down and it’s Carl. He’s squat down, jacking himself while working my dick like I've never felt ever before - swallowing my entire shaft and nearly my balls. Dean leans back, pinches poz precum off his dick, leans forward again and dips his slimy fingers into Jasons mouth. Jason sucks on them like he’s in heat. I feel my balls starting to tingle.. this is all going south. I barely muster up the courage to mutter to Dean “He’s not on prep so please keep it light.” Dean looks at me like an animal distracted from a feast and also like he didn’t hear me and responds “huh? Sure, my guy.” and then pinches off more of his precum and jams his fingers deep into MY mouth! It’s so viscus and salty. With my tongue I feel how thick and rough his fingers are. I’m completely lost in the moment and also suck on them. I feel a random hand go down the back of my pants and straight for my hole. My pants drop to the floor. The fingers feel great and I let them massage their way in. I look back at Dean grab Jasons neck with one hand while working his nipple with the other and rocking forward. Jasen is moaning and seemingly trying to push his ass against Dean. I notice Deans dick is no longer visible. My left hand jets to it and I can feel it resting and barely poking into Jasons hole, which is now slick POZ precum! Just as I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, a hand grabs the back of my head and another holds poppers under my nose. Startled, I inhale hard. They keep them at my nose. I feel Dean slowly push forward and his foreskin roll back against my hand as his hard spongy dick slowly sinks inside Jasons stretched, hairy hole. I get light-headed and move my hand to the chain while the others on and Carls head (which is still sucking me down to my nuts). My heart is pounding. I feel my dick head jam down Carls silky throat and my cum starts to well up in my balls. He must sense im close because he fucks his own throat harder. I can barely see that Dean is now choking Jason with both hands and is pressed all the way up against him. I know he’s now balls deep and leaking his poisonous positive precum inside Jason. Jason moans loudly like he does when he’s about to cum. Dean pulls Jason down onto his dick harder and then starts to hammer into him while growling “that’s it, welcome to the family you stud.. take my AIDS babies you stud.. FUCKKK!!” Dean pulls him down one last time and remains balls deep while shaking. I know he’s flooding Jasons ass with torrents of his AIDS cum. Jason pushes his ass harder onto Dean and groans louder than I’ve ever heard while he spurts volley after volley of cum onto his chest. I can’t help but grab the sides of Carls head and impale deeper while exploding down his throat. Carl moans while guzzling my cum. Deans twitches while remaining pressed balls-deep inside Jason and looks over at me “Good start to the night.”

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.

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.

When they start protesting outside restaurants at the beach that have signs saying "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service" then maybe I'll take them seriously. "You must wear a mask to enter" is no different than "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service" – it's a health regulation. If they can put on a shirt and shoes, they can put on a mask. While it may be about personal rights, it's not about freedom. We have less freedom in the US today because of people who refused a short period of sacrifice so we could be free from the impact of COVID. People in New Zealand have freedom because they don't have to worry about getting COVID. We're not free. We can't travel to other states, let alone other countries. We can't visit our elderly relatives without worrying about killing them. We can't visit loved ones who are in the hospital dying. We can't go out to bars with friends without worrying about killing people, or getting killed. Ditto for bathhouses, circuit parties, large pride events, etc. Because of these people who keep talking about "freedom", we are not free. It's no surprise that the people who are fine with school shootings (their right to own assault rifles is more important than the lives of thousands of kids) are also fine with spreading COVID. Both indiscriminately and randomly kill innocent people. That's not freedom. It's not ethical. It's not moral. And it's not honorable. Do not let people like that define terms like "freedom" or "moral" – they don't understand either concept.

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

I’m old enough to remember the 70s, and Carter inherited a US economy with both high inflation AND high unemployment. The whole country was dispirited due to Nixon’s crimes, US embassy employees in Saigon evacuating from the rooftop via helicopter, and a series of energy crises induced by OPEC. Carter appointed Paul Volcker Chairman of the Federal Reserve Bank, and the Fed cranked interest rates up to a 21% prime rate that broke the back of inflation and brought on a major slowdown. Carter took the heat for that and even without the Iran hostage situation his re-election was doomed. In comes Reagan who cranked up the deficit to juice the economy. Before that he’d done a backdoor arms for hostages deal with the Iranians to keep up his cowboy image. The Republicans ran deficits for 12 years including Bush I’s term. Only under Clinton was the national debt reduced. The idea that Republicans are fiscally responsible is complete myth. Put them in the White House and they’re as profligate as a drunk teen with daddy’s black Amex. Carter was probably the most guileless person to ever serve as President. A little ruthlessness might have served him well.

Chapter 2 It took about 2 days for me to get a response from the as and I was surfing the web for Poz stories to help me with the idea of being Poz for the rest of my life. I looked up many first hand accounts of many guys who converted and how they feel it has changed their lives for the better. Looking through I saw how allot of guys described how they felt when the fuck flu hit and how They kept having more sex that it just made them hotter for it. While reading my email pinged to tell I had a new message and it was from the house boy ad. I got immediately hard when I saw this and that I was to come down and see them for an in person interview. They asked me if today would be fine and I was so happy to say yes. They gave me the address and told me to wash out and be there in an hour with nothing on when I got to their house as well as to not jack off during the time either. I was super excited and turned on my cock was throbbing. I was in luck that I hadn't jacked off at all today and was happy so I could show off how much I can cum if it came to it. I jumped into the shower and scrubbed all over and made sure that my ass was as clean as it ever was. I slipped on some basketball shorts and a tank top since they would be coming off anyway and slipped on my flip-flops and got in my car and headed on over. When I got to the address I was in utter shock. To say this place was big would be an understatement. It was a huge mansion that wrapped around the whole property and there we a half dozen sports cars lined up along the front of the house. I drove up to the gate and pressed the call box and when I was asked my buessness here I said I was here for the house boy position. There was no response but the gate opened for me and I drove up to the front door and parked. I stripped naked there in the car to leave my clothes in the car and walked to the door and knocked twice. When the door opened I half expected to see a nude butler but instead to my surprise was a hulking God of a man standing naked in front of me with the biggest cock I have ever seen before. This man would ruin my ass with this monster of man flesh and I started to leak precum thinking about him wreaking my hole. He saw me looking and laughed to snap me out of my trance. There will be plenty of time for that later son let's go inside to start your interview. His voice was soft and kind with a nice base to it that left me weak at the knees but I followed him into his home. We walked through a hallway covered in art and expensive antiques I was in awe of everything around me. We got to the living room and I was greeted by all the other house members. Each man was extremely fit and all were naked with large cocks thatade me gulp with fear and excitement. They all introduced themselves to me and they instructed me to stand in the middle of the living room floor. They each walked up to me one at a time and started to touch me all over. They all put their fingers in my ass and swirled it around and then sucked on it as well as put it in my own mouth as well . They all tweaked my nipples making me moan since I am jelly when that happens. They all saved tasting my cock and balls for last and each of them seemed to be pleased with my body. Alright now that the first part of the interview is over let's get to the next part. Now as you read the three of us are hiv Poz and the other is full on aids are you ok with that? I nodded very quickly causing a round of smiles from the others. So you know you are going to be fucked by all of us bare until you convert as well and you're ok with this? I shook my head even quicker that time causing more smiles and this time chuckles. We went over what my duties were going to be again and I was told I got the job and that if I had anything at my house that they would get a mover over and get all of my things and I would start tonight. I was so excited to hear this I jumped into my new bosses arms and kissed him square on the lips. Realizing what I did I stepped back dipped my head and said I was sorry master. He walked over to me and put his finger under my chin and said it was fine we all love to make out and you're not a slave you are an living employee and you don't even need to call us sir either just by our names. I was happy to hear that and I asked what I needed to do first for them and the response was not expected. We felt if you got the position that the first thing we would do is celebrate the best way we knew so we got a good old fashioned pozzing sex party in your honor. We need to get rid of all that neg sperm and replace it with Poz so tonight is about you. I was scooped up and carried over to what looked like a ball room that was instead a dungeon room for tonight. There were about a hundred or so older and younger men already in various stages of sex. They all stopped when they saw us and when I was placed on the pedestal in the middle of the room they all started to applaud and I knew this would be my life now

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3. A Demonstration "Just relax," Tiago said. "I hope this is going to go by quickly." Tiago was trying not to stare at the boy's ass, so perfectly on display and available. He'd get it soon enough. "Focus on something for me," Tiago said. "Please?" "What?" James said, trying not to panic. He focused on Tiago's hand against his skin, the doctor's soothing voice. "Please. Something." "Of course," Tiago said. "Just go, 'ahhhhh' for me. Focus on that phase." "Ahhhhhh," James said, spreading his mouth open. It did feel better. He opened his eyes for a moment. Tiago was had one hand up, holding a flashlight. He dipped it down when James opened his eyes. Fabien had a phone in his hand, and was recording everything that happened. "Ahhhh," James continued, closing his eyes again. It wasn't as bad as the night before, and it needed to happen. "I'm going to help you," Tiago said. "Make that easier." James felt him slip the metal wire spreader back into his mouth. "Don't fight it. Let me help you." The metal slid in. This time, it wasn't cold. It was strangely warm, and James let the doctor force his mouth open. "I just need to examine your throat, ok?" James nodded. He was still gently going "ahhhh," and the short mantra was calming the young man. Tiago pushed the head support back into the exam table, and let James's head hang down. "That's good," Tiago said. "Here," he said, and motioned Fabien to come over. He turned on a small flashlight, and shined it into James's mouth. "See? There. Around the back of his throat." "What's that?" Fabien asked. He pointed the phone into James's mouth as Tiago lit up each of the purple splotches. "There's a lot of them." "It's bruising," Tiago said. "How did he get bruised back there? What's it from?" Tiago turned his attention back to James. "I need to show Fabien how this happens. Just nod if it's all right. It will only take a minute." James's head was spinning a bit, and it was getting harder for him to concentrate on anything. James saw Tiago nodding, and he nodded. "Yeah," he finally said. "Thank you," Tiago said, and turned his attention back to Fabien. "It's bruising from a dick. It's from getting throat-fucked." "Fuck? Really? How?" Fabien asked. He looked confused; Tiago wondered how much experience he had in receiving oral sex. Tiago ran his hand over James's exposed body, across his flat, hairy chest and his chest. "Relax," he told the young man. He gently squeezed the tabs at the side of the spreader, forcing James's mouth open even further. Then he unfastened his chinos, and pulled out his cock. "Easier to show," he said. Fabien stared at the doctor's erect cock. "You getting this?" Fabien fumbled with the phone slightly, focusing it on Tiago's erection. "Yeah," he said. "For sure." "Good. Now, this is how you should fuck a throat." Fabien stared as Tiago pressed his dick into James's mouth. The wire spreader held James's mouth open, letting Tiago push all the way to the back of the young man's mouth. "Ugggh," James grunted, unprepared for the sudden intrusion. "It's going to be ok," Tiago said. "Just relax. This is just a demonstration. It's nothing real." He turned his attention back to Fabien. "Now, If I just push a bit harder, I'll be in his throat." He flexed his hips, and suddenly, several more inches of dick disappeared into James's throat. "hat's good," he said to James. James grunted, and started to struggle against the restraints. At the same time, Tiago just moaned. "Feels so fucking good. Wet and warm and tight." He did a few short strokes in and out; Fabien stared as Tiago's cock went even deeper into James's throat. "Fuck. Nothing like a good deep-throat blow job." "He's good?" "Amazing. You know, it feels so damn good. But as I said. If you're too aggressive, you can bruise the throat." He pulled his cock back from James's throat, leaving just the cockhead in his mouth. The boy was still struggling against the restraints, but Tiago didn't seem to care. "That's what happened to him last night." "Is that bad?" "Not really. It heals pretty quickly. But the next day or two, cocksucker's got a really sore throat." He turned his attention to James. "You had a sore throat when you came in, right?" James nodded as best he could. He was trying not to remember how similar Tiago's cock felt to the dicks the night before. He wanted to be home. He wanted this to end. He wanted to be Under the covers and alone and safe. Not out here, his body naked, and a stranger watching him get throat fucked. "Please," he said, wanting it end. "Almost," Tiago said. "One more example. Remember. This is just a demonstration. You don't have to worry about it." He turned to Fabien. "This is not how you should do it." Tiago suddenly pushed his cock all the way into James's mouth. "AAAARGH," James practically screamed, despite the cock clogging his throat and the metal spreader keeping his jaw locked open. Tiago stroked his cock in and out a few times, each stroke eliciting a new moan of agony from James. "You see?" he asked Fabien. Fabien just stared at the scene, utterly transfixed. His dick was rock-hard as he imagined the possibilities that had just been laid out for him. Tiago prompted him. "You see?" "Yeah," Fabien finally said. He was still holding the camera in one hand, the lens pointed at the intense throat fucking that Tiago was delivering. "Yeah." "Good," Tiago said, and pulled his cock out of James's mouth. "It's over, James," he said. "It wasn't that bad, now was it?" Tiago asked. James nodded. "I knew you could do it." He turned back to Fabien. "Got that? How to slide in properly?" Fabien nodded. "How much can he take, when he's like that? You know. Opened up?" "A lot," Tiago said. He turned back to James, and without any warning, slowly pressed the full length of his phallus into the young man's throat. James struggled at first, but then accepted it. "Show me yours," Tiago said, nodding at Fabien's visible erection. The black man unzipped his jeans, and slowly fished out his tool. It was thick, long, and hard, easily an inch or two longer that Tiago's seven and half inch endowment. "This?" Fabien asked. "Definitely. Try it." Tiago suddenly pulled his cock all the way out from James's throat, leaving the boy gasping like a beached fish. "Ease, Ooo. Ahtp," James grunted through the pain in his throat and the constraints of the mouth spreader. He was struggling against the leather straps across his chest, but his frantic efforts were going nowhere. "Just once, quickly," Tiago said to Fabien. "His throat is already pretty destroyed from last night. It's going to be hard for him to take all of it for very long." He took the camera from Fabien, and knelt down beside James. "You can do this," he said to James. "You can help Fabien get it right, and that's important, right? It's important." James nodded. Fabien immediately pressed his cockhead into James's mouth. The mouth spreader was wide open, and even so, it was still hard for Fabien to navigate his thick black shaft to the entrance of James's throat. "Found it?" Tiago said. Fabien nodded. "Go for it," Tiago said. "James is ready for it, aren't you?" James was fighting to keep his composure. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run away, and never have to think about this again. But all of that was too much. It was all too much, the bright light of the examination room, the relentless weight of the leather restraints, and the dense softness of the cock pressed against his tonsils. "Go on," Tiago said Fabien pushed, just like Tiago had demonstrated. Several inches of his cock disappeared into James's mouth. "Oh fuck," Fabien moaned. James moaned. Fabien's cock was bigger than he imagined it would be. Tiago watched. He carefully recorded James's throat bulging out from the sheer girth of Fabien's tool. Tiago wondered what it had been like, when James had been properly high and restrained. He wondered what James sounded like when he was begging. "You see?" Tiago said. "This is amazing," Fabien said. "Fucking amazing." "Now. Just once. Try just forcing it in." Tiago put his hand on James's chest. "It's just once, ok? You can do this." James whimpered, but nodded in agreement. "Go ahead," Tiago told Fabien. Fabien had pulled out far enough that just the tip of his dick was still in James's mouth. As soon as Tiago gave him permission, he slammed his cock into the young man's throat. James's body stiffened, and he grunted in agony. Fabien laughed at James's reaction. He was enjoying his power, and clearly reveled in the response he was getting from James. "Taking it all," Fabien said. "Like a good cocksucker." He pulled out, and pushed in again. Once more, James struggled against the invasion, but he was powerless to stop it. "This is fucking amazing," he said. "I could do this all day." "So, you see how that happens?" "Yeah," Fabien said. "Just like this," he said, and used it as an excuse to slam-fuck James's throat once more. The young man was straining against the leather straps. His eyes were red from the tears. "Fuck," he said, as his dick disappeared into James's throat once more. "FUCK," he grunted. "That's enough for now," Tiago said, and pulled Fabien away from James. The black man's cock was stiff, glistening with James's spit. Tiago had been a bit surprised at how much the young man had gotten off on fucking James's throat. He wondered what Fabien could do when he was tweaked, particularly when he had a submissive boy like James to play with. "There's still a lot we need to do."

I'm an out, gay, top - it seems like "straight" married men love to be fucked, I knew a psyche major student a while back (gay man) who said he was just reading that all men have a need to be penetrated, they have a natural curiosity to experience what they do with others. I'm now at a point where I just tell men if we fuck, my cum will be inside them. We still fuck. This is my first post (I think), I'll try to load a nice pic of me about to breed a bud (just some visual entertainment)

I was one of those horny teens seduced into letting a poz and toxic cock into me the first time I ever bottomed. A few weeks later, I got sick. And years later, I've recruited hundreds into my army. Let's rewind a bit. It was in the midst of summer ball for my senior year of high school. I was poised to be one of the studs for my high school football team. My older brother was the star QB who just went off to college and finished his freshman year. He joined one of the university's top frats and endured a tough hazing process (most of which he didn't tell me till later). My coach was a big fan of my brother. He was one of those give is 110% kind of guys. Stays late to get an extra pump in. Kept the team in line through intimidation. And my older bro was one of those typical high school jocks. Always walking around the locker-room in his slightly used jock. Thinking about the next time he could fuck his girl. A horny mother fucker. I looked up to him for many reasons, and this was one of them. That summer, my coach was on my ass. He expected me to be the guy. He expected me to be my brother. Problem was, I just wasnt as good as he was. I wasn't as aggressive or tough. And my coach was determined to change that. He worked me HARD during the first days of two a days. He made me (along with a few other seniors) get there early to lift before practice and had us run after. He had me in the film room every night. It was a grind, and I was wearing thin. My brother was home from college, so he often got to hear me complain about my coach and about practices. At first, he told me to suck it up. But then, he told me "hey bro, why don't we have a bro weekend. Just me and you. We can drink some, watch some games, and practice some." Needing this time off, wanting to hang with my bro before he head back to college, and the thought of drinking (which I had done very little of) sold me. That weekend, we went off to our parent's cabin about an hour away. During the day, my brother and I passed the ball around, ran sprints, lifted, played some video games. We began watching games and drinking some. The whole time, my bro was texting someone on his phone. I had assumed it was his girl, so I didn't think much of it.My brother said he needed to pick up some more beers from the store, a solid hour round trip. In the mean time, I continued sipping on the beer sort of feeling the buzz working. Then, I heard a knock on the door. Our cabin is pretty secluded and you need to know where to go in order to get there, so it had to be someone we knew. I opened the door, and I was terrified to see my coach standing there. I thought my starting time would be ripped away from me when he found out I was drinking. Instead, he laughed, said my bro invited him to watch football with us, and to finish my beer and he'll get the next one. I chugged my beer, he went to the kitchen to pour the next one out. Although I hadn't drank much before, and I didn't totally know what it was like to be buzzed, I could tell there was a difference in the drink he gave me. All of my senses were heightened, while my mind focused. As we watched the games, just coach and I, I could smell his musk from a few feet away. The more I drank, the stronger the scent became. Then, I noticed my coach put his arms around me. Once again, I could tell my senses were heightened, as I could feel him rub my muscles, chuckling with how tense I was. He told me to relax boy, that he was just getting the knots out. When I was done with the drink, he told me to finish his, and I did. His scent grew stronger, and I noticed the bulge in his pants. He noticed mine grow too. He pulled a bottle of poppers out of his bag, asked me if I knew what they were. I said no. He said you just sniff them and theyll help you to relax more, to focus more. I listened and huffed some. Then I felt his hands move from my shoulders to my chest, to my bulge. With no objections, he pulled my shorts down to reveal my jock. Took my cock out and started to worship it. I had only hooked up with girls before this (jerked to dudes a few times), but no girl I was with had ever been able to deep throat me like my coach was able to. My coach blew me for about 10 minutes before getting his own cock out. It was a solid 7.5-8 inch girthy uncut cock. It was dripping with precum. Every 5 minutes, my coach would shove the poppers back under my nose getting me higher than I already was. He moved his tongue from my cock to my hole. Making me feel every lick. Then, his cock was rubbing on my hole. Another hit. His head was inside me. Another hit. He slid further in. One more hit, he was balls deep inside. He started pumping faster and faster inside me. The poppers and drugs he slipped in my drink helped me open up. After 10 minutes, he burst inside, not even asking where I wanted his seed. He slid his cock out and we plopped on the couch, breathing heavily. A few minutes later, after our shorts were back on, my brother came back. He said hey to coach, cocked a smile when he noticed the empty drinks, the poppers, and the sweat we worked up. He went to his room and came back out with a plug. He threw it to me and said "Bro, if you want to be a stronger man, you're going to want to keep every drop inside you. Let coach absorb into you, and make you more a man." I kept coaches load inside me all night. Little did I know, it was changing my DNA. Making me one of his own. Weeks later, when I got sick and missed the opening game, I remember my coach smiling as I told him I wouldnt be able to play because I had the flu.