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Hey guys just writing shorter bits at a time I guess for now. Hope you enjoy! Part 12 It was all too much. Still horny and high feeling guilty about all of it and his anxiety heightened after realizing he might get outed. Now seeing Casey mid jerk. Tyler had noticed him come out of the shower stalls before but seeing him laid out on his bed like he was right now was something new. Smooth toned body from running track in high school and a hot hard cock that was smaller than Chris but would still feel better than the fingers he was using to fuck himself just a few minutes earlier. Finally, Tyler found his words if not his composure. "I'm so sorry Casey. I stumbled in and I...I...I...I don't know. It won't happen again." He turned back around to head to the bathroom when Casey shouted at him. "Ty! Bro. Shut the door and turn back around." Ty stopped at the door took a step back and pushed the door closed. He took a breath and then turned back around. Casey had gotten up and was sitting against the wall in his bed. He was stroking his cock now. "Bro its ok. We're even. Now we both caught each other stroking." That made Ty smile. He was staring at Caseys cock and the precum that glistened at the head. "I think maybe you like what you see?" Tyler just nodded. "Why dont you drop that towel and come sit over here?" Tyler unwrapped the towel to reveal his cock that was hard again. He walked over to the bed and sat at the edge before scooting back next to Casey. "No Ty I didnt meant there. I meant here." At first Tyler didnt understand but Caseys smile made things clearer to him. "Really? Are you-" "Yes I'm sure. I saw that cum dripping out of your hole and thats all Ive wanted since. Take this cock Ty. Ride me." Without saying a word, Tyler raised himself up and stood on the bed above Casey. He turned around and started to squat down. "Nah turn back around. I want to look in your eyes when we fuck bro." Tyler could feel his cock flinch and his hole clench when he heard those words. He turned around and began to lower himself over Caseys cock. Tyler could feel his body shaking slightly from the nerves. He was about to get fucked by a guy who lived down the hall from him. This could be dangerous. He looked into Caseys eyes filled with lust and an endearing small smile. In that moment he couldnt believe fear drove so much of his life. As he felt the head of Caseys cock slip into his hole he decided he wouldnt live in that fear anymore. "Oh fuck bro. Your hole is still slick." Casey moaned as Tyler slid down the length of his cock and sat down on his lap. Tyler could feel how he had loosened up but being filled again even when he was still a little sore felt so good. "Is that lube or is that cum thats slicking my cock up inside you?" "Probably both." "Oh fuck it feels so good inside you bro. So warm and tight." Tyler slowly pulled himself up slightly and began to ride Caseys cock. He was concentrating first on the angle that made him hit that spot that felt like electricity coursing through him and the pressure and speed that made Casey moan the loudest. Who cares if any of the other guys hear Tyler thought. Caseys only thought was about pleasure. For a moment they were both silent staring into each other as Tyler adjusted his position and found his rhythm. "Kiss me bro." Casey raised his hand to the back of Tylers neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Whatever hesitation either felt before was gone now. They were full in. Tyler picked up his speed now thinking only about milking a load out of this hot cock. Casey grabbed Tylers cock and let the boy fuck his hand as he rode his cock like no one had ever before. He moaned deep into Tylers mouth using his other hand to keep a hold on the bottoms neck so they could still kiss even with Tylers body in constant motion. It didnt take long for Tyler to bring Casey to the edge. He was doing everything he could to milk that load out and only did more every time Casey responded with another moan. Finally, Casey said into Tylers mouth "Fuck bro youre gonna make me cum. Im getting close bro." Tyler opened his eyes and looked into Caseys. "Cum inside me Case." Thats all he needed to hear. What Tyler didnt know was that Casey had never cum inside anyone before. He had fucked girls and only one guy before but either with a condom or with those girls who made you pull out so you dont get them pregnant. He had never felt that feeling of skin on skin inside a hole feeling the ropes of cum shooting out of him and deep into a hole. Until now. His moans grew short with each spurt and then one final long moan interrupted by the spasms that continued to shake his body. Tyler could tell this was a big load by the way Casey shook in pleasure. The feeling of accomplishment that he had gotten Casey to breed him sent him over the edge and he shot his load spraying both their stomachs and chests. Now Tyler was spasming as he laid to rest on Caseys lap with that cock still hard and inside him. They kissed as they both caught their breath now slower but not any less deep. As they pulled their faces from each other they both let out a long exhale at the same exact time which made them laugh. "Bro we are gonna need to do that all the time now." Somehow Tylers first thought as he had finally come down from the high of getting fucked again was Chris.

I had another couple of rounds with the personal trainer who lives way out in the country. Actually, he splits his time between that home he inherited and an apartment in Dallas. He has mostly been in the city the last six weeks, so we haven't hooked up. Last night around 1:00, I saw he was showing up on my local screen on Growlr. I hit him up figuring he had just arrived, but he had actually been there a couple of days. He wanted me to come over, but it's a long drive (he's only about 40 miles away straight line, but there is no direct route. it takes about 75 minutes of driving through the woods to get there). I offered to come over in the morning, but he was leaving for Dallas. He asked if I could be there by 10:00. I told him I would be. But then I totally slept through my alarm. I texted him when I woke up, and he was pissed off. He told me to fuck off. After half an hour, he texted back apologizing and asking if I would still come. He was going to the gym, and we could fuck after. I made it there at 11:45, and he arrived soon after. I was afraid it might be tense, but everything was cool. He let me in the house and we got naked. I got between his knees with him sitting on the couch and sucked his cock. We both like nipple work although he likes it a lot rougher than I do. We were working each other's as I sucked him. I asked him to go a little easier. He said, "Just hit your poppers. You can take it." So I did. We did oral for a long while with me deep throating his cock all the way down. He was very appreciative, but soon enough he was ready to fuck. He put me in doggie on the couch. I had brought a small towel; I put poppers on one corner and rolled it up. He fucks so hard that I cannot manage the bottle safely; he was good about letting me refresh. He picked up the bottle of lube I had brought and then dropped it on the floor. "I'm just using the spit you left on me. Hit the poppers. You can take it." So I did. He fucked me forcefully and deep occasionally reaching around to maul my nipples. This man is so strong; I have never felt stronger thrusts. After a good long while, he wanted me on my back. After a few minutes and a readjustment, I asked for a pillow under my ass. He reached over and grabbed one. He reached down and picked me up off the couch with one hand and tucked the pillow underneath. Now, I am a big boy (about 265 lbs), and he picks me up like nothing. The man is strong. He fucked me hard for a while. I started working his nipples hard which tipped him over the edge. He filled me up with a huge five-day load. We flopped on the couch and rested. He was playing on his phone, so I did, too. I took a look around to see if anyone else nearby was looking. He kept encouraging me to stay for a while, so I figured he was good for another round. After 15 minutes or so he was. He put me into doggie position again. He went to slip in dry. There was plenty of cum inside, but I was pretty dry on the outside. I started asking him to lube up a little. He laid his full weight on me thrusting inside while pinching my nipples hard saying, "just hit the poppers." So I did. He quickly maneuvered so that he was thrusting directly into my prostate and proceeded to thrust into it as hard as he could until my moans were almost howls. He pounded my button until I lost all sense of time and self. It was like coming apart in the most amazing, intense, and pleasurable way. After something that felt like forever he drove all the way in and spasmed hard shooting another big load into me. We collapsed on the couch again. It took me several minutes before I could even think about standing. Eventually, I pulled myself together and got out of his hair so he could get packed to go to Dallas. We hugged and both apologized again for what had happened earlier and agreed that we hoped the next time would be soon.

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

I would echo much of what @subBottomKink and @find91 have already mentioned. I've been fisting for roughly 10 years as both a bottom and a top. As a top, I've played with quite a number of newbies, and also guys who have tried taking a fist from others, but have not been able to do so. I find that I like being able to pop their cherry and often can. I have a medium sized hand that collapses well, and I incorporate into topping a fisting bottom a lot of what I have learned as a fisting bottom myself. The focus of your post was on your sensations. Be sure to consider the top you're playing with. Does he have a large or extra large hand? Or does it not collapse well or is it bony? As a first timer, you may not be able to accommodate a large fist well. Small (not too common) or medium (more common) may be a better starting place. So, that's something to keep in mind. Another consideration is whether he has a fair amount of experience? His ability to get his hand in you in a way that allows you to accommodate it is as important as your ability to take it. And make sure he's going in as pointed fingers rather than a fist. While it's called "fisting", many of us don't take a closed fist as often as we take pointed fingers. More importantly is you. I find many new fisting bottoms exhibit what I think of as "anticipatory anxiety". They often have anxiety about what it's going to feel like when the top's fist does go in. And many bottoms have a concern about being clean. All this adds up to a busy mind. One of the most important things is to relax your mind, so that you can relax your hole. Anxiety almost always causes you to clench a bit, and not fully relax. One other anticipatory behavior is asking how many fingers are in so far. I get this a lot. "How many fingers is that?" I try to move bottoms away from this; it's hugely unhelpful to be counting. This is a clear indication to me that the bottom's mind is preoccupied and it won't result in a relaxed hole, leading to a failed attempt. But as in your case, as you have taken your first fist, I find what happens is that a sense of panic sets in. The feeling is that your hole is cramped and that both your body AND your mind are telling you to push it out and push it out quickly. Yes, there is a significant stretch. What would be most helpful is to quiet your mind and stop it from racing and reacting. To do this, take DEEP breaths, and I mean from the belly, not simply the chest. Slow in and slow, measured out. If you're able to do this, within a very short time, you'll notice that the initial reaction of your hole feeling full has dissipated because your hole has stretched to accommodate the fist. Good luck and enjoy!! And be sure to use lots and lots of lube!!!

6. Dance with the Devil "Those boots do great things for your ass," Jon said. He was walking down the hall, now fully dressed with a dark red harness, a matching cod piece, and a pair of aggressive motorcycle boots. His chest was airbrushed lightly in red, and there was a bit of devil make-up as well. He was hot. "Thank you," I stammered. I was trying not to stare too much. I would sell my soul to have him fuck me. Jon turned to Leo. "You want to find Cal in the kitchen. He'll want the supplies. I'll take our boy?" "Right on," Leo said. "Head's in the clouds," he said, as he gently pushed me towards Jon. I was a bit scared. I was high and very horny, and I wasn't sure I wanted Jon to know that about me. "Breed him?" Jon asked. He grabbed on to front of my harness and pulled me towards him. "Got Leo's load in you?" he whispered. "Yeah, he does," Leo said. "He's got a hungry hole." I blushed, but Jon just leaned in and kissed me. As we kissed, his free hand reached around and started to explore my hole. "Wet," he said, before continuing kissing me. I was wet, and his finger pressed in easily. "Hot," he said. He pulled his finger out. "Plenty of time for that later," he said, and motioned for me to follow him. I followed him; he took me to the living room. There was a small dance floor set up, looking out over the Hollywood Hills, with the sign in the distance. There were maybe ten men on the dance floor, about a third of them younger guys, like me. The rest were muscular older men like Jon. They were all in various stages of costume and dress, although everyone was in some degree of leather. I was staring at one boy. He had goat horns, and a pentagram painted on his chest. He looked familiar, but he was blindfolded. Despite not being able to see, he was still bent over as a leather-clad, muscular half-man, half-robot fucked him. Finally, I recognized it was Seth. "Yeah," Jon said, noticing my sudden shock. "He's a hungry boy. Just like you." He pulled me close to him, as I watched Seth get fucked. "And that's JP," he said, pointing out the Borg fucking Seth. "Not that Seth cares who fucks him." "Hi," a soft voice said beside me. I turned, and saw a tall, skinny, furry boy. The only thing he had on was a pair of heavy leather boots. "Oh, great. This is James, our G-boy," Jon said. "Aren't you, James?" "Yeah," he said. "What do you want?" "Kenta's probably due for .8. And I'll do 1.2," Jon said. "And you need to do some as well." The music was deep, and thumping, but it was still easy to talk. "So, .8, 1.2, and 1.4," James said. "Perfect," Jon answered, and turned his attention back to me. I was starting to sway in time with the beat, feeling the animal power of the music. "You wanna dance with the devil?" I looked over Jon. I noticed he had99 written over his stomach. I couldn't remember it if had always been there. Below it was a biohazard tattoo. Everything seemed suddenly so dangerous. There were warning signs, but it was also still a Halloween party. There was nothing to be scared of. "Yeah," I said. "I'd love to." "Good," Jon said. He grabbed my by the harness again, and pulled me onto the dance floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Seth. He was still bent over and blindfolded, but JP-as-the-Borg had disappeared, and there was now a man in greasy coveralls fucking him. Jon spun me around, my back against his chest, and wrapped a thick arm around, holding me in place. There were maybe ten or twelve men dancing. The area wasn't that big, so we were all pressed together. Most of the men had little more than a piece or two of leather on. It accentuated their muscles and their strength. There were a few boys like me, younger, smooth, and slim. Each had found an older man or two, and had the distinctive dance of a boy being fucked. "Like what you see?" Jon whispered into my ear. I felt his leather cod piece rub up against my hole. "Yeah," I whispered, just loudly enough for him to hear. The entire situation seemed both impossible and inevitable. There were so many men, so many erect members, and we were all there for sex. "It's really hot." "Let's get this out of the way," Jon said. He reached down and pulled off the cod piece. His stuck out straight, erect, and like a heat-seeking missile, homed in on my hole. "Feels wet," he whispered in my ear. "How many men have been up there?" "Two," I said. "Just Seth and Leo." "Slow start," Jon said. "We need to get that hole dripping." His cockhead was pressed against me. But he was moving in precise alignment with me. Each time I tried to slide his tool in, he would pull back just enough to keep me unsatisfied. "Let me fuck you," he said. "I can do this for us." "Please," I begged. "Fuck me" I was staring at all the boys around me, all of them with a thick daddy dick in their hole, each one taking the older man's fluids, begging for the relative stranger's cum. "Fuck me," I repeated. The boy next to me was grunting the same thing. "As you want," Jon said, and pressed his cock into me. He was big, but not too big. After Seth and Leo, he slid in easily, and although I gasped, it was just the pleasure of being penetrated. He didn't bother to slow down in response. It was both scary and hot, knowing that his first priority was his own pleasure. "That what you want boy?" he asked. "Hard, raw dad cock in your hole?" "Please. Fuck me," I grunted. Jon's bare cock was what I had been fantasizing about for the past week, and now it was inside me. I couldn't believe it was happening. "Of course boy," he said. "You feel good on the inside." "You feel good inside me." "I like this," he said, sliding his dick in and out of my hole. "It's good to be inside you." We fucked for a bit, just enjoying the warmth and connection between us. Finally, Jon continued. "Seth said you were on Prep." "Yeah," I said. I didn't want to think about this. It didn't matter. I took a drug, and it made everything fine. "Uh. He told me too. That you're, uh." I stumbled. It was hard to think, but I knew that this was something I need to ask. "You're poz." "Yeah." He didn't say anything else. It was a statement of undeniable fact. "But," I started. His cock was buried in my hole, and I didn't want him to pull out. Nor did I want him to put a condom on. I loved how intimate this felt, even if we had only known each other for a few minutes. "But. I'm on prep," I said. "That means it doesn't matter, right?" "No. It doesn't matter now, does it?" Jon said. He pulled out, so just his dickhead was in my ass. The music shifted. The beat was lower and slower. I felt my heart beating in sync with the music. My head was spinning, my hole was hungry, and I just wanted dick. It was probably only a second or two, but it felt like eternity before Jon relented and pressed his dick back into me. "Fuck," he said. "Love feeling that cum in you." We fucked for a few minutes, long enough for the song to change. Then, in front of me was James. He had three plastic cups with some orange juice in it. He handed me one, then one to Jon, and he kept one for himself. "Cheer," Jon said. "To a night of partying." "To a night of playing," James said. "Drink up," he said. "Do it like a shot," he whispered to me. The three of us downed the orange juice, all of us in a single swallow. I could taste a bitter flavor. I remembered the G that Seth had given me earlier. I was getting re-dosed. "So good," James said. He leaned in and kissed me. His tongue tasted like the juice-drug mixture, and I was momentarily worried I was getting an extra dose. But James's furry body felt so good pressed against me, and I quickly forgot about anything I was supposed to be concerned about. "You're hot," he said, running his hands over my body. "Isn't he?" Jon said. "I just want to fuck him all night long." "All night?" James asked, a bit nervously. "Don't worry," Jon said. "I've got enough cum for both of you." "Thank you," James said. "I know how you like it." "You do," Jon said. He smiled, and leaned over my shoulder to kiss James. "Leo's around. Get yourself in the mood, and get some more cock?" "Yes sir," James said. My hole twitched when he called Jon "Sir." I had seen it in videos, but it had always been staged and flat. But when James said it, it had the respect and fear that I had jerked off imagining. He gave me one last kiss. "You're going to have fun tonight," he said. Although there were only fifteen or twenty guys on the floor, the light was dim, and there was a bit of a haze in the room. I could smell the familiar sweetness of weed, but also the scent of the crystal. It seemed like everybody was getting high tonight. "He's another hungry boy," Jon said. He kept his cock in my ass. "He'll be out searching for someone to fuck him." He rubbed his beard against my neck and nibbled on my ear. "At least you have mine." He reached down and grabbed the jockstrap's pouch. My dick was still stubbornly soft, despite how turned-on I was. "Tina dick," Jon said. "This has never happened to me," I said. "Don't worry about it," Jon replied. "It's pretty common. I took a viagra earlier. But you. You've already got a thick, hard cock. It's just fucking you." "Oh fuck," I moaned again. Jon's cock was incredibly stiff inside me. It was like someone was ramming a steel dildo into my ass, and despite the discomfort, I was in sex heaven. The discomfort may have even been a factor in how happy I was. I was thinking about the way James had said Sir earlier. Thinking about how in the moment, I would do anything that Jon asked me to do. "Please. Fuck me." "Hell yeah. Looking forward to getting this hole a few times tonight," he said. He pushed me forward slightly, so I was bent over. The shift in position gave Jon an opening, and another inch of his dick slid into me. "Fuuuuuck," I moaned. In front of me a camouflaged jock strap suddenly appeared. Jon gave a sudden thrust, and my head jerked downwards. He was wearing a pair of black paratrooper boots. Jon pulled out, and this time my head was yanked back. He had a thick, muscular body, and his chest was covered n light brown fur. I could see the colorful tattoos across his body. But mostly, I stared at the belt of ammo slung across his chest. "Ohhh fuuuuck," I moaned, as Jon continued to pound my hole. The stranger watched me for several seconds. "This the new boy Seth's been talking about?" he finally said. "Yeah," Jon said. "This is Kenta. Kenta, say hello to Sarge." "Hi, Sarge," I managed to say, before he grabbed my head in his hands, and pulled me in for a kiss. "You're gonna be so much fun," he said, finally releasing his grip on me. He turned back to Jon. "Fire in the hole?" he asked. "Not yet. You wanna do the honors?" "Sure." Jon slammed his cock back into me all the way. This time, though, he held it. "You're gonna go with Sarge. He's going to get you to the next level." I nodded. "You wanna get to the next level?" Sarge stared at me, smiled, and then reached down to adjust his jockstrap. It was already straining against his cock. "Yeah," I started. "The next level. But. Your load." "Don't worry. You're gonna get several of my loads. Just, just I like a hole that's been a bit more, how do you say?" He paused for a moment, then leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Used."

This happened last year, while I was in Paris on a work trip. I’m 32, 5’8, 160lbs, dark short hair. 20 years of gymnastics are still showing. I still work out 4 times a week, and I have a tight little ass which gets used quite a lot, especially since I started barebacking in 2014. A fuckbuddy of mine just broke a condom while fucking me, and decided to just keep going. I never went back. Been hitting the bathhouses a lot every time I could. I took PrEp for a few years but been off it for almost 2 years. I was just missing the thrill of taking risks. The more anon dicks the better. Like every work trip I take, it’s just a lot of running around, meeting after meeting, but I always make sure to have a full weekend to explore the scene. During the week, I research bathhouses and sexclubs and decide on going to a couple places. Arrived Friday, and I’m headed to a sexclub called the Bunker. According to what I could read online, the place is very sleazy, with a leather/sport/fetish twist. I’m dressed quite casually, cap on, fitted black sweatpants, comfy sneakers and white jocks. I know anyway that my clothes aren’t gonna stay on for too long. I take the metro to a district a bit off centre, in a residential area. The entrance is a discreet door on the ground floor of an apartment building. I ring the bell and get buzzed in. My nose instantly gets filled with that smell I love so much, this mix of poppers, sweat, cum and cleaning product. I pay the cover and just walk to the lockers, leaving just my jacket and wallet not to lose anything. I just put a bottle of poppers in my pocket. I look around and a few guys are changing. A few older guys are checking me out and my hole is already twitching. I’m not picky when it comes to dicks and loads and guys usually know by looking at me that they’ll get to breed me if they want to, no matter what. I go down some dark stairs to the basement where the action is. I take my t-shirt off and tuck it in my waistband. This guy is following me down the stairs but my eyes are still not accustomed to the darkness so I can’t really make it out what he looks like. I just can figure that he’s taller than me and wearing a leather harness and a black cap. I just roam around the halls, exploring a bit to find the spot that will get my ass the attention it needs. I pass by a few couples making out or fucking here and there, some guys make eye contact with me or just grab my ass while I walk around. Fuck I’m horny, and I just want to find a spot to get on all four and take as many loads as I can. I get into a crowded space with tables where a few bottoms are being fucked by guys waiting in line. I know this is the place I need to be. Already I feel hands down my pants playing with my hole. It’s hot and it’s sweaty. Someone’s pulling my pants down and rubbing his cock on my ass. A guy is kissing me at the same time so I can’t even see who’s behind me. I feel someone spitting on my hole and spreading it with his cock before shoving it brutally. It makes scream but the guy in front of me just shuts me up by shoving his dick into my mouth. The guy fucking is breaking my ass and I’m afraid it will just rip and that I won’t be able to get fucked all night as I want. He directs me to one of the tables with his dick still in my hole to bend me over it. Other guys are starting to give me attention and line up. I take a deep whiff of poppers and just start screaming to fuck me harder. The first guy gives me my first load of the night and another one takes his place, using that load as lube. I have a dick in my mouth but it’s to dark for me to see properly. On my right, touching my ass being fucked, I think I can see harness guy. He’s wearing black shorts containing a pretty big bulge he’s rubbing hard while watching me. From where I am, bent over, his face is in the shadow, covered by his black cap. His body looks really lean, quite muscular but thin and veiny, especially in the stomach area which is at my eyes’ level. He leans forward to kiss me and I feel a rough beard on my face before he leaves. The other guys keep taking turn in my hole, I just take whiff after whiff of poppers and I just lose count of the number of dicks and loads I take. Probably more dicks than loads but cum is still dripping down my legs and I start feeling a bit numb. I get up to walk a bit but a big guy grabs me and just throws me onto a sofa to fuck me on my back before shooting his load quickly, putting his dick back into his sweatpants and disappearing. I’m trying to recover my senses, still lying alone on my back on the sofa in this dark corner when harness guy shows up. I can now see his shape clearly against the light behind him. He’s indeed quite tall, wearing white sweat socks and black sneaks. He comes closer and I can see his body is covered in light fur. I can smell his sweaty body. While muscular, he’s indeed very veiny which makes him look older than he probably is. It’s still too dark in this corner to completely see him. He leans forward, kisses me. “Been watching you all night. Love sloppy second, and you look very sloppy now. Want that dick in you boy?” He said while shaking his dick on my stomach. His dick is not huge, about 7 inches, but hard as fuck. Before I can answer, his raw dick is deep inside my hole. I reach to my bottle of poppers but he grabs my hand to stop me “Not now boy, I want you to feel my cock ripping you”. His dick feels much larger than it looked and the pain is excruciating. I think I’m almost passed out and I lose track of time. How long did he fuck me? 5 minutes? 45? I don’t know. He just thrusts in and out of me like a mad guy. “Fuck boy, that’s a nice little tight ass you. I’m gonna rip you apart”. All the sudden, he just stops and gets up. “I’ll see you later boy. I promise, that load is for you”. I’m trying to catch my breath and get up. I’m sweaty as fuck, mixed with cum still coming out of my sloppy hole. I’m just walking around until I get grabbed again and directed to a booth by an older guy. He puts me up on a sling and just slides his dick into me. At this point, I just feel so numb, I don’t even really feel it. It’s late and most guys who were saving their loads are just discharging in any hole they can find. The older guy starts grunting before shooting his load deep into me. He seems angry and spits on me before leaving the room. A few guys follow, not lasting long before loading my ass. I’m getting down from the sling but someone pushes me hard back into it. It’s harness guy. His face looks evil now. I’m on my back again and harness guy just shoves his dick back into me in one hard thrust. This time, he’s the one holding poppers under my nose. “Take a deep breath boy, cause this time, I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna destroy you boy”. His left hand holds onto my right leg for balance while his left hand is choking me. He looks angry. “Take that fucking dick boy”. I can barely take it anymore. The room is lit and I can see his lean bearded face under the cap. I also can make out a scorpion tattoo on his left pec. He sees that I’m looking at it. “You know what that means don’t you boy? Dirty little pigs like you are after that, I know it!”. His face looks more and more evil as he’s picking up the pace. “You’ve been fucked all night like a dirty whore. You don’t know by who but I guarantee you that this dick of mine is fucking toxic”. My hole is burning. “The moment I saw you, I knew you were the one I’d breed at the end of the night. Been building up that poz load for you all night”. He gives me one last whiff of poppers before I see his body stiffening. Guys around me are looking and encourage him. “Poz the boy!”. “Take my load boy!” as he’s unloading in my hole. As everyone is leaving me on my sling, I feel lost. I’m jerking off alone, just thinking that I just took my only second known poz load and wondering if I’m shooting my last neg load.

Actually no. I prefer guys 30+. If you are tall and masculine, most gay men will assume you are a top. I'm on the shorter side and guys use to try to make me bottom until I flip and fuck them. They assumed because I was short I had hung small. They were wrong. If you don't fit one of the stereotypes hooking can be more difficult, but don't give up or think that all guys think the same.

Tim repeated the account of Dr Wilhelm's deeds for Mickey's benefit because it was relevant to what he said next. "My Father is a prominent pediatric cardiac surgeon and he invented a procedure that is performed by only 3 surgeons in the world. Just about 4 years ago, he was asked to come to Israel to do the surgery on a 3 year old girl. As his scrub nurse, my Mother accompanied him. Once the surgery was completed, the girl's father asked if he had any connection to Dr Wilhelm Schmidt and when he said yes, he hugged my Dad and said it he never would have existed had it not been for Dr Wilhelm's heroism. He went on to explain that all of the families who Dr Wilhelm rescued made it a part of their history, passing it on from generation to generation. The original families formed their own community and 10 of the descendant families moved to Israel and he wanted my Dad and Mom to meet them. At dinner the next night, my parents were welcomed into their little family. These families were quite well off and the man whose daughter my Dad operated on suggested building a "Dr Wilhelm Schmidt Memorial Children's Hospital" with my Dad on staff. Dad explained the Dr Wilhelm only did what he thought was right, but nevertheless, it would be an honor to be a part of such a tribute. My parents returned to the States long enough for Dad to train another surgeon. With my Sister and myself being independent and settled in our careers, we gave them our blessings and wished them well. After the move, the Ryans and I had dinner out every week. Before long, they grew to become a second set of parents to me and when I told them about it they confessed to feeling the same about me. Mary even said that given we were both redheads, I could pass for their son. Due to complications when their daughter Maureen was born, Mary couldn't have more children. Just about a year ago, Mary fell ill.

Part 11 Casey couldn't believe what he was seeing. Casey and Tyler werent really friends beyond hanging out in the common areas in the dorm. The hall, the bathroom, and the rooms that always had the doors open. Tyler wasnt one of the guys who kept his door open much but after a while the guys got comfortable and everyone started to just walk into rooms without thinking about it. Of all the things that Casey could have come up with that Tyler might be doing at that moment in his room, what he saw was nowhere near that list. Tyler was a nice guy, quiet but still in the mix with the rest of the guys, and religious, or at least Casey thought he was. They stared at each other. Casey was stuck speechless with his mouth agape. Tyler noticed that Casey wasnt looking him in the eyes. Then he realized. Casey was staring at the cum now dripping down his face. But he followed Casey's eyes down to his hole. Tyler realized his fingers were still inside him and that realization prompted him to pull them out slowly. Casey watched as the fingers also brought something with them. Was that cum dripping from Tyler's hole? Did Tyler cum before and fuck himself with that load? Little did Casey know. It was the click of the door closing that knocked Casey back from his thoughts. The sound did the same for Tyler as he closed his legs with embarrassment. He was found out. This was it. Casey always seemed like a good guy, friendly and kind to everyone he met. But he just caught a guy finger fucking himself right at the moment that he came a huge load. For a second, he feared for his life. "Bro I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" Tyler stopped him as he pulled his blanket over his legs and crotch. "Please Casey. Please dont tell anyone. No one knows." "That you jerk off? Ty everyone jerks off you gotta know that!" "Uh...yeah...I..." "Did you like fuck your cum into your hole? I mean thats some pretty dirty shit but hey whatever gets you off right?" "My own cum? What do you-" "Oh I thought-" Then they both looked at each other as they realized what they had been missing. Tyler broke the tense silence first. Go with Casey's story, he thought. "Oh yeah, my c-" "Ty did a guy fuck his cum up into you?" Another silence. Tyler had no idea what would happen if the entire dorm found out. His family would find out soon after. "No...Casey....no I-" "Ty. It's cool. I wont tell. Its fine bro. I shouldnt have busted in like that. Ill knock from now on." "No I-" Tyler didnt know how to finish that sentence. He didnt know what to say at a time like this. He noticed Casey's eyes moving down the bed. Tyler was hard again and his cock was tenting the blanket. Casey came to and turned around to leave. He didnt hear Tyler call to him again softly over the sound of the doorknob being opened and the door whipping open and shut quickly. Tyler thought for a moment and waited another minute to let his cock soften. He pulled himself out of bed grabbed his boxers and used them as a towel to wipe the cum off his face chest and stomach. He needed a shower. Clean this day off and get back to thinking straight again. He would pray as he showered and figure out how to talk to Casey. Tyler grabbed his toiletry bag wrapped his towel around his waist and walked out of his room toward the bathroom. He knew he would have to pass Casey's room and he started to worry that maybe Casey had gathered a bunch of the guys to tell them what he saw. As he approached he saw that Caseys door was closed. What if there was a group in there listening to the story about the Christian boy down the hall who loved getting fucked and bred? Tyler leaned his body into Caseys door to try to see if he could hear any voices but as he leaned in the door gave. It wasnt fully closed and Tyler ended up stumbling into Caseys room. "What the fuck? Ty?!" Tyler couldnt respond as he saw Casey laying in bed naked and holding his hard cock in his hand.

"Looking up at Ivan, he had a sweet, yet evil smile on his face." K C said. "I could feel his pierced cock at the entrance to my ass and without warning, he thrust himself inside. Already, the assault was breaking blood vessels as he thrust inch after inch of his diseased cock, causing further pain, but I knew with that pain, my hole was becoming fertile ground for the AIDS he'd deliver. Ivan was deeper in me than any man had been and still had 2" more to fill me with. Soon enough, I felt Ivan's balls against my ass cheeks and he took my legs and wrapped them around his waist and began fucking me. While he clearly fucked with the intention of infecting me, there was a tenderness that I found surprising and the look on his face was one of contentment. The pain I'd felt during penetration was gone and I now felt blissfully filled and instinctively, I worked my buttmuscles to give both us us maximum pleasure. I was barely able to make out Mickey, kneeling behind Ivan, face buried in his ass, eating frantically and knowing how happy the 3 of us were enhanced the scene. Maybe 10 minutes later, I felt Ivan's cock throb as he started pounding my ass again." His face contorted, Ivan proclaimed, "I'm cumming...infecting you!" Eight times, Ivan's cock spasmed, sending volleys of his AIDS seed deep in my ass. In my mind, the scorpion on Ivan's cock was alive, filling me with venom. "Don't worry, I take viagra so I stay hard and don't need to pull out and you'll be getting 2 more loads of poison from me. Three loads is my standard pozzing procedure because as they say, 'third time is the charm.' Although, one guy was too sore after the first breeding and yet, he still tested poz. K C, you have an amazing ass! So tight, wet, warm and so fuckin responsive! Ready for round 2, guys. Mickey, get your tongue back in my ass! You eat it like a condemned man having his last meal!" "Rounds 2 and 3 went much as the 1st round, but there seemed to be a growing connection. I couldn't be sure if Ivan was meshing with Mickey and myself on a personal level or if it was just him knocking me up." K C said. With a final, brutal thrust, Ivan announced, "Load 3! Fucked and pozzed!" Pulling out of my ass, Ivan's cock was coated with his cum, my assjuices and some of my blood. Mickey licked it clean and shared it with me in a kiss. "There's fresh blood on the cloth! We both did good!" Reaching into his knapsack, Ivan took out a buttplug, twirled it around the bit of his venom at my hole and pushed it inside me. "Don't remove this until tomorrow and it should come out clean. We'll use it on Mickey tomorrow night! I've done a lot of fucking in my life, most of it not infecting, but overall, K C, your ass is in the top 10 list! I'll text Boris to come get me. Any comments or questions while we wait?" "Of course, tonight was wonderful and actually beyond my expectations." K C said. "Just as you said, the initial penetration was painful, making my ass fertile ground and while you did fuck to infect, it felt like you were sharing a part of you, unless I'm reading more into this than what actually happened." "You're absolutely right and I never realized it until you pointed it out!" Ivan said with a broad grin. "Every time I've pozzed a guy, it was to infect and nothing more, no emotional connection, just ass and cock. With you, it's like you were giving yourself to me, asking for something within me and when I gave it to you, you gave me something in return. Don't worry, Mickey, I'm expecting the same from you and I know you won't disappoint!" "If you don't mind and it's not prying, I have a question." Mickey chimed in. "How did you get into pozzing guys? The very concept of gifting is quite intriguing." "Nobody's ever asked me that before and until tonight, I had no reason to discuss it." Ivan confessed. "This goes back to Theo's visit. After he bred me, that first night, he told me how Bob pozzing him created a bond between them and that they were a friends with benefits couple, free to fuck around with other men. Knowing I'd come down with the fuckflu, I asked Theo run my shop and have Bob come down and stay with us. Bob was on a flight the next day and seeing him in the flesh, he did look like he could be my older brother. For the next few nights, both Theo and Bob fucked me and a few weeks later, when my fuckflu hit, Bob looked after me and Theo ran my store. When I felt well enough, Theo put a scorpion tat on my cock and the same on Bob and that became our Family Crest and I promised no other man would get that ink. A few weeks later, a cute twink came in for a tramp stamp, a picture of a pig with CUM written across in black lettering. Holding a mirror, I showed him the finished project and said that should get results. 'Hardly the results I'm looking for! Every top in this fuckin town is either neg and on prep or poz and undetectable! What's a chaser to do to get knocked up?' Having seen a tease of his hot ass, I dropped my shorts and told him to chase here! His eyes lit up and he said, 'If you're serious, just say when and where!' I advised him to let his ink heal and we could do it in the apartment above my shop, but there'd be no turning back. Sure enough, 2 weeks later he was in my sling begging to be knocked up. After 3 weeks, he was down with the bugflu and an OraQuick test confirmed it. I told him to come to my shop when he felt better and we'd do something to celebrate his new status. I was itching to try something new with my hair and I told my guy to dye it neon blue with red tips. The twink comes back to my shop and I offer a free tat that could act as a billboard for my pozzing services. He asked for a scorpion tat in his dick like mine, but I tell him that's reserved for family. I suggest a bio haz above his pubes and he says it should be the colors of my hair, which is now my signature. He bought 3 more chasers to me and I found that pozzing guys gave me a thrill. Of course, tonight was beyond thrilling." Just then, his phone chirped. "Boris is here!" Mickey used his phone to open the gates and he walked Ivan downstairs. "I loved the look on K C's face when you were in him ballsdeep. Hoping to have the same look on my face tomorrow!" "Oh, you will!" Ivan assured him as he walked out the door to the awaiting car. The next night was pretty much the same, this time with Mickey getting 3 loads of Ivan's venom. After plugging Mickey's hole, K C led Ivan downstairs where Boris awaited. Back upstairs the 2 of them rolled around in bed, passionately kissing until they were exhausted and fell asleep. Ironically, 18 days later they both woke up to what had to be a fuckflu...sheets soaked in sweat, high fever, swollen glands, puking...the works. As instructed, they sent a text to Boris and OraQuick tests confirmed they were both poz. Boris drove them to Ivan's house and cared for them. Once they were well enough. he drove them to the back entrance of Ivan's shop where they got their tats. To be continued

Grabbing my keys and wallet I got out of the car and crossed the short parking lot and entered the bathhouse. The smell of sweat and man greeted my nose and my heart beat rose. This was my third time coming here and I was still nervous. The same old guy as the other times was sitting behind the counter, a bit skinny for my tastes but he had this huge uncut cock that always seemed to be dripping a bit of precum on the seat of the stool het sat on. “Welcome back, enjoy the party” he told me as I passed over my money and got my wristband and key. I thought this odd as the last 2 times he didn’t even speak to me, just sort of grunted and took my money. As I entered I looked around but didn’t see any notices. Maybe because today is Sunday I thought. The other times I had stopped by on Saturday night since I figured it would be the busiest then and I could have the most fun watching guy and jerking off. I made it a point to not actually do anything I was strictly a voyeur; I loved watching the guy getting fucked and sucking. It was like live action Treasure Island, I could never think of joining in but loved to watch the bottom with their eyes in a cum craze as they took a load. I went to my locker took off my shorts and tank top and wrapped my towel around my waist. Looking in the mirror I smiled thinking I was adorable. I’m 6 foot 1, dark hair with a nice furry body, the only thing I never liked was that my cock didn’t seem to match, it was a decent 6 and a half inches and uncut but still, on me it look smaller due to my big frame. Shaking my head I proceeded to walk out and into the main area of the bathhouse. The doors on either side of me were open and about half had occupants, most bottoms playing with toys and moaning as they worked their holes, a couple in them had guys fucking. I noticed that a lot of the guys seemed older and closer to the age of the doorman then the last time I was here. Seems the average age was at least 45, plus unlike on Saturday there was a lot more body hair, which was fine with me I love furry guys. I decided to start in the steam room to relax first before I went in search of something hot to watch. Seems fate liked me since when I entered there was about 5 guys already there and one was getting a blow job. Again they all seem at least 10 years older than me, at least 45 and most seems like 50 or 60. They all had hairy white body hair matted to them, sweat dripping down. I sat opposite the show and started to get hard, the steam doing its work relaxing me. I tilted my head back and breathed deep. I noticed the bench shit a bit and look and saw that one of the other guy had moved over at sat next to me. He was damn sexy, not my usual type, probably around 65 but muscled and covered in trimmed white fur with a goatee, looked like classic construction worker hottie. He ran his hand through his wet hair and I saw a deeply furred pit and my cock twitched. He caught me looking and smiled giving his towel a squeeze around what seemed to be a rather impressive cock. In one motion he flipped open his towel revealing my guess had been right. There not even fully hard was a thick, uncut, cock at least 7 inches and grow. The head had just started to poke out from the hood. He grabbed my hand and lead it to his stiffing cock and I began to stroke him, feeling it become slick with sweat, steam, and the most precum I had ever seen. This was not in my plan I never get involved I just watch but damn I do love big cocks. The gentleman trusting in my control lean back and then as if knowing it would get me put his hands behind his head exposing his pits and he leaned back and moaned. I was still nervous about doing anything too risky when I felt the bench shift and noticed that one of the other occupants had come over as well. This guy was really not my type, must have been about 70 and very thin, I like meat on my guys, but I am also polite so it is hard for me to really reject anyone. I felt him loosen my towel with his hand and exposed my cock, standing straight up out of my black furry bush, precum at the tip. Before I could stop him his mouth was on me sucking it hard and fast. His tongue swirled around the head and slithered down and lick my balls when he deep throated me. I lost my rhythm with the hot muscle daddy, but he didn’t seem to mind, His hand came over and started working my nipples and then stroking my hair. I found it oddly reassuring as the guy sucked me harder and harder. I leaned back with my eyes closed and enjoyed the feelings. The guy sucking me lifted off for a second and removed a bottle from his waist band and took two big inhales before diving back down. I had never done poppers before but from my porn watching I knew what they were. Muscle daddy reached over and snagged the bottle , bringing it to his own nose he inhaled twice and I watched the look of lust come harder into his eyes and his cock gave a jump and precum leaked down. I stared into his eyes as he brought the bottle to my nose and held one nostril closed, staring me down I inhaled my first hit of poppers….then my second…..then my third….. the bottle did not move away until I have taken four hits on each side. My head was spinning and me body felt tingly. The guy sucking my cock stopped, the poppers had made my cock go soft, much to my embarrassment. It was short lived though, since muscle daddy smiled and told me not worry there are lots of thing to do beside that. His hand drifted down and touched my fucked holed and started rubbing it in circles. I moaned and pushed down a bit letting his finger enter me. I must have guess right about his profession because his finger was rough and calloused feeling in my tender hole. I had only been fucked once or twice so I was pretty tight. The skinny guy brought the bottle to my nose again as construction daddy worked my hole. 4 more hits and he slipped another finger in. I was feeling amazing and wanted more. Which is of course when it hit me what I was doing. In a startled panic I sat up wrapped my towel around me and swayed to the door. A little unsteady on my feet from the poppers and left the steam room to get some fresh air. I expected them to say something but only heard what I thought was a knowing chuckle as the door swung closed behind me on a cloud of steam.

It's normal. The more you play the less this will happen. As subBottomKink said it is partially mental. Fisting is about staying calm so you can relax your rectum. When this happens, take a deep breath in slowly and let it out even slower. Do this a few times. If that doesn't relax you, take more poppers.

I'm not a fan of passive tops. I need an aggressive man to fuck me.

Hey guys, a short Part 10 to start catching up on the Tyler thread of the story. Thanks for the kind comments! Part 10 Tyler went back to his dorm room after being fucked for the first after getting high for the first time and felt overwhelming guilt. This was sin. The kind of sin that everyone talked about at church. Not just sodomy but drugs too. He had spent his entire childhood and high school career judging anyone who would fall so far from God that way. He would never do something that perverse. But he was sitting on his bed reckoning with the fact that he had fallen that far. And the fact that he loved every second of it. Even the pain at the beginning. But especially knowing that Chris came inside him. He didnt know the science of drugs but right after Chris bred him, he almost immediately felt higher. It made him want more. More cum shooting deep in him. Yes, the guilt was always going to be there, but now so was the desire to get fucked raw and bred. He was confused. Maybe he needed to come down fully from his high because none of this made sense. One thing did. His cock was hard and his hole was hungry. He wanted to get off again. Tyler pulled his pants and boxers off and laid back on his bed stroking his cock with one hand. As his other hand cupped his balls he drew his middle finger down to his hole. It was still wet. Chris had shot a huge load inside of him. He rubbed the leaking cum around his hole. It was sensitive to the touch but Tyler was too horny to care. He pushed his finger inside his hole and moaned. It felt good but he couldnt match the thickness of Chris' cock. He pushed a second finger into his hole and began picking up the pace, beginning to fuck himself as he thought about his friends bare cock pushing into him deep. Tyler pulled his legs back and pushed his fingers deeper inside him. He pictured Chris on top of him kissing him. But it was the added image of Hunter sitting by the bed taking a hit from that glass pipe and watching the two of them fucking that put him over the edge. With his eyes clenched shut, Tyler let out a loud moan as he felt his load build. At the point of no return Tyler yelled out "Fuck me Chris!" as he fucked himself with his fingers, his legs pulled as wide and far back as he could get them. But it was also at that precise moment that Casey who lived down the hall walked into Tyler's room without knocking. "Hey w-" Tyler was knocked out of his fantasy when he heard the door open but he was already shooting ropes of cum onto his shirt, his fingers still buried deep inside his hole. He lifted his head and looked at Casey at the door just as a shot of his cum hit him in the cheek. "What the fuck Ty!"

OK, Mr. "fairly attractive" (whatever THAT is supposed to mean): I'll offer one more free hint. When someone comes back with "but why", all you're required to do is say "I'm just not interested, but thank you." And if they persist, block them, because at that point, they're being rude. But being preemptively rude in the first place with your shitty 'no blacks' public statement just shows you're an asshole - which, you might note, seems to be the common theme in the responses here. People are people, whatever the race, and deserve to be treated with at least a minimum of respect until they prove they're not entitled to more. Doing as you do not only disrespects a huge portion of the people who look at your profile, but deprive you of any claim to the high road.

5. Skeleton's Bone "Please. Just give it to me." I was hungry, and I needed what Leo was offering. Normally, I was pretty horny. But tonight, my arousal was all-consuming. All I could think about was dick inside me. Leo's cock in my ass. Seth's cock in my mouth. Jon's cock in my mouth. Jon's cock in my ass. And all of them cumming in me. It was dirty and filthy, but I loved it. "Of course you're gonna get it," Leo said. He arched his back and pushed his dick deeper into my guts. I gasped, but took it. The alternative would be far more unbearable than this minor, temporary discomfort. Leo relaxed, and pulled me against his chest. His chest was hairy, sweaty, and hot; he felt like a real man. "I've got what you are craving," he whispered in my ear, and I also released my muscles. I slipped down an inch or two on his cock, before hitting the base. "It's all in me," I moaned. "All of it. In me." "Yeah," Leo said. "It is. It feels amazing. Inside you. Dripping in you." "Dripping in me," I moaned. "Bareback." "Yeah," Leo said. "Best way. High and raw." He kissed me again. "Let's do one more hit together, ok?" "Yeah," I said. "Big hit." "Yeah," Leo said. He smiled and nodded. It felt good to make him so happy. I wanted to please him, especially when it was so easy: I smoked some crystal, and let him fuck me. "Here," he said. He stuck the pipe in my mouth. I couldn't help but stare at the drawing on his hand. It was done in thick Sharpie pen, but it still was surprisingly detailed and realistic. A skeleton was giving me a glass pipe filled with crystal. The skeleton and I enacted the now familiar ritual. He held the torch, and I inhaled when the bowl began to smoke. It had already been hard to judge how big the hit was; this one was no different. When my lungs were full, he took the pipe, and started to inhale. Despite the crystal's impact on my brain, I stared in fascination as Leo did his hit. I watched his chest expand and grow, the black ink outlines of the ribs showing each puff in visual succession. At the end, we both exhaled. It had left us both a bit breathless and horned up. Leo pulled me close again. "I want to breed you boy. Got you knocked up." "Come on. Breed me," I moaned. "Breed my guts." "Hell yeah, Kenta," he said. "Fucking good hole. I want to enjoy this." He kissed me. It felt like it went on for hours, but yet, I didn't want it to stop. "As long as you want," I grunted. Another kiss, another slow fuck. His cock was taking its time as it explored my hole. He was measuring it out, sizing it up. Getting ready to make it totally his. "And as long as I need," he said. I could feel each vein and ridge of his cock as he slid his cock in and out of me. I wondered if every man was going to be this thorough and demanding. He kissed me again, and I nearly forgot about the cock pounding me. "As long as I need," he finally said. "Please. Give it to me," I said. I started to understand the bottoms in porn. I knew how they felt. How important every dick was. I understood their cock-craving, and it was exactly how I was feeling. "Yeah. You're feeling it," Leo said. "That's the crystal. Isn't it great?" "Fuck yeah," I moaned. Nothing had ever felt quite like this. I wanted to always feel like this, and I always wanted a hard cock like Leo's tool in my hole. "Please breed me." "All in good time," he said. "Kenta's gonna get it, I know." I loved that. He was going to cum in me. Best of all, it didn't matter. It was sleazy, but it wasn't unsafe or anything. It was perfect. "Please. Just breed me," I repeated. It was all I could think about. Leo's dick in me, and then Leo's cum in me. I wanted to think about something else. Something cleaner and safer. But I was feeling dirty and sleazy, and my situation only dragged me deeper. I was getting fucked by a handsome skeleton. There was a devil I would get fucked by as well. Far from being weird, the costumes made it seem all the dirtier. I wondered what I would get in exchange from the devil tonight, and exactly what I would have to give up. I would have done almost anything for more cock. But there was a party here tonight, and Seth had promised me all the cock I could handle. "Yeah. Love a fucking hungry hole like this. You're going to have so much fun tonight," Leo said. "Please. Cum in me," I grunted. I didn't want promises of future loads. I needed another load in me now. "One more for you first," Leo said. He put the pipe back in my mouth, and held the torch under it. I didn't care that I was smoking crystal. This felt so good that I didn't want to stop. "Big one," he said. "Just right for a little guy like you." He smiled at me, yet still held the torch under the bowl. He wanted me high, and I wanted to make him happy. I filled my lungs. Finally, he let the torch go out, and took the smoking bowl from me. He put it in his mouth, and inhaled. He looked so hot, as he sucked down another hit. We both held it for as long as we could, before exhaling. "Fucking nice," he said. "It feels amazing," I said. My head was spinning, my heart was pounding, and my ass was twitching. "Um," I started. "Yeah?" he asked. "Can I have another?" I said. It was overwhelming sensation, but it felt so good. Leo felt close and safe and his raw cock in my ass a signifier of how connected we were. I wanted to feel more of this. "Of course," he said. "It will be good for the both of us." He put the pipe back in my mouth, and heated it back up. I took one more giant hit, and then nodded. He took it and put the pipe in his mouth, doing another hit. We both held it for nearly a minute, his cock sliding in and out of me the entire time. Finally, he nodded at me, and I exhaled. I expected him to blow out as well, but instead, he pulled me down, and immediately blew his hit into me. I had no choice but to take it. We swapped the hit back and forth, making out the entire time. "Fucking hot hole," he said. The crystal was hitting me hard. I was barely coherent, and making inarticulate grunts and moans, as he fucked me. We kept on fucking; time was a difficult topic for me to follow. I wasn't sure if we had spent only a few minutes in the library, or if I had missed the entire party. I wasn't sure if I cared. Leo's cock was still rock hard, and he was dripping pre-cum into me. I had been wary of pre-cum in the past, but tonight, I loved how it lubricated my hole, making it easier for Leo's unprotected shaft to slide deep into my guts. I was never going to use a condom again. "You want my load?" Leo asked me again. I had been begging him for his load practically ever since he had first stuck his dick into me. I couldn't tell if this was just one more tease, but there was only one answer I could give him. "Please. Give it to me." "Hell yeah," he grunted. Over the course of the fuck, he had flipped me onto my back, and my legs were now up in the air. Even if I had wanted, it would have been hard to push him off. He pushed his dick deep into me, but this time, he didn't pull out. "Fuuuuck," he moaned. Deep in my guts, his cock swelled, and a thick glob of his cum shot into me. "FUUUUUUCK," he moaned, and another spurt landed in my guts. "FUUUCK MEEE," I grunted in reply. My ass was squeezing his dick as tight as I could, milking out every drop I could. "Breed me." "HELL YEAH," he replied. "Breeding you." Two more shots from his cock lubricated my hungry hole. "Deep." Another shot. His cock was now sliding in and out of me, each stroke spreading his thick cum further into my hole. I loved the feeling of his seed filling me up. I loved how accepting it was, letting him anoint me with his sperm. "Fucking breeding you." "Please," I repeated. "Just fuck me." He pushed in once more, then held it. His dick was now just slowly throbbing, the last few drops of his semen dribbling into me. "Give it all to me," I said. "You got it," Leo said, then pulled me closed. He kissed me. It felt good. As turned on as I was, I didn't want to cum myself. I reached down, but found my dick was still strangely soft. "Tina dick," Leo said. "I happens." "At least you've got plenty of bone," I said. I traced out one of the bones drawn across his shoulder and down his arm. "Yeah," Leo said. "But let's see about getting you a few more bones to play with," he continued. We slowly disconnected. He pulled his dick out slowly, making sure that not a drop of his seed dripped out. "I bet the party has gotten started." From his bag, he pulled out two envelopes, each bulging slightly. He left it on the large central table, before gently pushing me to the door. He didn't seem to care that he was naked, except for his sneakers. I was suddenly conscious of just how little I was wearing; a pair of boots, a jock strap, and a harness. "Those boots do great things for your ass," a voice in the hall said.

Beautiful, just beautiful. The mechanics of the male sexual orgasm. Nature at its most primal.

The latest message was from my third email, the middle aged guy with the beer can cock. “I’m just starting my lunch break,” it read. Shit, I thought is it only lunch time? It was in fact only just now 1pm. “Still taking loads? I’ve got an hour and a half.” “Yes, just took a big one from a jock boy, come breed me.” “Fucking pig. I’ll be right over. My office is about twenty minutes away.” Another guy, another random man was on his way to fuck me, and something told me he too would not be enough to slake my lust. Rolling over on my bed, I grabbed my computer and checked A4A for the first time in a couple of hours and found five new messages. Most of them were lame, but two were from guys who looked promising. The first was a guy who had hit me up before but I had always pushed off. He was older, maybe in his late 50’s, not usually my type, and his profile said he only fucked raw, which up until today had been an issue for me. “You’ve changed your profile boy, does that mean you’re ready to take this cock.” He had attached a picture of his cock too, and it was huge. Stabbing out from a thick bush of salt and pepper hair was a broad flat headed beast of a dick. My hole twitched. “Yes! I’m taking loads all day. When do you want to come over?” I responded, and added my phone number. The second interesting message came from a profile I had always been curious about. The stats were close to my age, and well built, there were no face pictures only body, and one of them showed a tattoo that I couldn’t quite make out but looked a lot like the bird my friend had across his arm. I had often wondered if it was my friend Matt, if it was he had never said anything, and my profile had a face clearly visible. His unlocked pics showed more body, and a stupidly fat uncut cock. “Interested in an anonymous load? I’m in the mood to breed a blindfolded slut.” “Fuck yes,” I sent him the address, “Let me know when to unlock the door.” His reply came fast, “Do it now, I’m already on campus and not far. Be on your bed ass up, and blindfolded.” I went and unlocked the door and then rooted around for a bandana to use as a blindfold. I found one just in time, and had barely gotten on the bed with it tied around my eyes when I head the door. For a moment my sober brain panicked, what was I doing. This was the most dangerous thing I had done yet. This guy could be anyone, he could rob me, or worse. Then I heard his belt coming undone and felt his fingers on my hole and I didn’t care. He didn’t say anything, he just spit on my hole and then licked up some of the cum that had leaked out. I moaned and pushed my ass back, spreading my cheeks with my hands. I felt the unmistakable pressure of a dick pressing against me hole, and breathing out slowly opened wide for it. I let out a long sigh as his cock slid deep inside me. I felt my hole stretch wide around the girthy member, the pictures of his cock had certainly been truthful. He grunted his approval as he bottomed out inside of me and I felt his pubes against my slick cheeks. I felt fantastically full stretched around the mystery man’s cock, I started pushing back on his dick trying to get him deeper and deeper. He rewarded me with a smack on my ass and then a quick jab of his cock. I squeaked, and he took hold of my hips. Holding tight to my hips he began to pound me. His cock felt so thick, and was hitting all of the right spots inside me that I was little more than a whimpering mess within minutes. He pushed me more and more forward till I collapsed on the bed with him on top of me stuffing his cock still further inside me. “Please breed me,” I begged softly over and over again, “I need your load.” He never said a word, he just kept pounding me. The sound of his skin slapping against mine was his only answer as his pace became more feverous and rough. Eventually he pinned me to the bed, and with his dick planted as far inside of me as he could get it, blew his load. I moaned in satisfaction as I listened to his ragged breath and felt him convulse against my body. Once his orgasm had subsided I thanked him for his load, and then listened to him leave before taking off my blindfold. My phone lay off to the side on the end table. I picked it up to check my messages and line up more cock. As I did a text came through from my friend Matt. It was a video, and it only took me a few seconds to realize it was a video of me taking a fat uncut cock. “Now that I know you’re a bareback slut we’ll have to hang out more.”

Chapter 6: a game of Tug-of-War I was losing myself in Jason's kiss. His strong arms holding in place as his tongue danced along the roof of my mouth and I sucked it like I had sucked his cock earlier. My lust and chem scrambled mind pulling my attention back to my son's 9 inches still buried in my stretched and cum-slicked hole. I began to try to gyrate my ass around his beautiful pierced cock, causing him to break our kiss as let out a slow moan before moving back to begin licking and kissing my ear as he softly whispered to me, “damn Dad, you really love that poison cock in your slut-hole, don't you?” “Oh yeah baby, I want you to breed me and stay here forever” I replied as I began to change my movements to slowly increase the length of his dick I was fucking myself on, trying to start another round before Jason pulled me against him so tightly I couldn't move and softly whispered the order into my ear, “Hold still a second daddy”. I thought he might still be to sensitive from just cumming again, but as his muscles began to flex around me and I felt the “fullness” of my hole begin to increase as he began to unload his slampiss into my hole. I felt the fullness in my ass increase as he began to fill my hole with his slam piss. As his stream was letting up and his muscles began to relax around me, my chest grew tight as my pulse rapidly pulsed in my ears. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...” I began to mumble in between a few light coughs as my vision blurred and I began to try to scratch the itch in my hole against the large cock barely keeping his secondhand chems in my stretched out ass. I felt like my body was just there as a “support system” for my hole and my only purpose was to fuck myself on my son's cock. “Mmmm, hold up dad, I want you to keep that in you longer” Jason said as he held me in place against his muscle god frame again. I held for a second, before my ass resumed control of my brain, forcing me to try to slide against his rippling muscles and try to suck him into me through my ass. “Not yet” he barked, before flexing his muscles around me again and drupping his entire weight onto me, pinning me into the wet bed. The chems from his last slam still adding to my buzz through his chempiss as it radiated heat through my body from the point where we were “fused” into one. The heat from is body radiating through me as his ripped arms held my body tight against his, and his muscular legs pinned mine under him. His thighs pressing my ass cheeks together, trying to hold more of his chem piss in my hole. The mix of sensations from my muscle god son dominating my body with his strength as his toxic fluids burned their way through my soul was too much and I began to convulse against him as wave after orgasmic wave washed over me. My shriveled party dick momentarily stopped leaking precum to shoot round after round of Matt & Jason's little brothers into the mattress and I let out a crude symphony of grunts and lustful cries as the ability to make words escaped me. “Its so hot that you are getting off from my piss dad” Jason said without easing his full body grip of me. I tried to reply but all that came out was whorish whimpers in between breaths as my limbs slowly began to stop twitching from my full body orgasm. Between the T rush from Jason's “secondhand slam” and the post orgasm waves of bliss, I was panting and lost in the feelings as I tried babbling, “thank you, I love you” again and again, but all I managed was a jumbled mess of grunts and at best, half the words barely understandable as I tried to squirm to press myself harder against Jason's body above me. “Fuck Dad, you are such a cockhungry slut, guess I know where I get it” Jason said before letting out a loud and low moan, the vibrations of which I could feel through his massive chest pressed tightly against my back. “I wanna try something” Jason said, finally releasing his grip to reach over and grab one of my larger plugs. “Raise your ass!” he said as he began lifting my ass up from the fuck-swamp we had created and pulling me back to all fours. “Face down and try to raise your ass more, I don't want any more to leak out than necessary when I pull out” Jason ordered, but I was still lost in the feeling, so he kindly but firmly began pushing and pulling my body around like a rag doll, until he eventually maneuvered us to the end of the bed. As he lowered my face against the refreshingly cool floor with my legs still on the bed and my hole pointed to the ceiling, he finally pulled out and shoved the fat butt-plug into my hole to keep his chempiss doing its thing in my hole. “I am going to grab something, be right back” Jason said before walking back towards the living room where this had all began and while I partially heard him moving around and looking for something, I was lost in the new sensations of the cold air as it rushed across my sweat drenched skin. The cold felt amazing and I lost track of time before Jason eventually returned to find me in the same spot and basic position he had left me in ,only now I was also pinching my nipples and moaning again as my swollen ass lips puckered in and out around the massive plug stretching my still chempiss filled hole. “Damn dad, you must have NO tolerance to be this much of a spun out meth slut already” Jason said before I heard him drop a heavy bag onto the bed before I felt his strong hands on my ass cheeks. He played with the plug in my hole for a few seconds before he stopped to pick me up and throw me back onto the mattress in front of him. He rolled me onto my back and lifted my legs to give him access to my hole again. My slut brain instinctively grabbing my legs to pull them towards my chest as Jason plucked the plug from my ass and dove his face into my ass to begin hungrily sucking and chugging the poz cum, blood, and chempiss from my battered hole while he eagerly moaned in satisfaction. “Fuck yeah son, eat my ass” I managed to say as he continued to suck and slurp away between my ample ass cheeks. His stubble scratching against the tender flesh around my hole as he ground his face in to try to get more. When he was satisfied he had gotten as much as he could, he pulled his head away, gave my ass a loud hard slap, and then let out an even louder belch before giggling and flopping down next to me. I turned to look at him and he was staring at me with eyes so dilated that I could only see black, and a big dopey smile. “I love you dad” he said before leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek, and leaving a wet spot from the coat of my ass slime that was still coating his face. He rolled over and grabbed some things from his bag... A loaded pipe, a torch, some rope, a disposable catheter, and a double dildo somehow even bigger than the one I had been sharing with his brother earlier. As Jason noticed me staring at the giant rubber dong, he said “We vac-pumped Matt's cock to get it even fatter, then used it to make a mold of his dick we used to make this” he said before handing it to me. As I held the wighty massive dong(s) in my hand, and looked over the bumps and veins in the rubber reproduction of my youngest son's massive cock, Jason fired up the torch and began to suck thick white smoke from his pipe. Every few hits, he would lean forward and kiss me to exhale his thick white clouds into me, further giving me the most intense second hand high of my life. During this, he had moved the massive cock towards my hole.. With all of the attention he had been paying to my ass, there was surprisingly little resistance as the rubber head slowly worked into the first few inches of my hole, stretching me even further as before as I writhed in enjoyment like the filthy slut I had become. Instead of fucking me with the dildo again, he moved my leg to pin the toy down, preventing it from moving in or out as he said “told that there” before he reached over to pick up the catheter. I tried to watch as best as I could as he began to snake inch after into past his piercing and down the inner length of his shaft. When he was satisfied with the amount he had inserted into himself, he took the other end of the tube and began to insert it into MY DICK! I laid there panting, as Jason slowly worked the second end of the catheter into my dick, until he was again satisfied before he pushed my leg aside and resumed pushing the monstrously thick toy into my hole. Before he had worked half of it into me, the pressure on my bladder forced me to start to piss. As the flow left my dick, it ran through the catheter and strait into Jason, who let out a “FUCK YEAH DAD”, only slightly slowing the rate he was pushing into my hole. I continued to lay there, helplessly dominated by wave after wave of sensation keeping me in a constant near orgasmic state, I could barely focus on Jason's movements as he positioned himself to take the other and of the double header just as his “little” brother had done with me earlier. This time though, when we had both reached the point where our fully stretched ass lips began to kiss, with the catheter still connecting us, dick to (Much larger) dick; he grabbed my balls and his and used the piece of rope to tie both of our sacks together, so that we couldn't pull away from each other more than a few inches at most. “OK Dad, Push and pull tug of war!” Jason Playfully said as he pulled his body away, giving our nuts an equally sharp tug before I he flexed his muscles and used his ass to push out the dildo into mine as I felt heat radiate from the catheter tube in my dick and pressure increase in my bladder as he that back into me as well. He relaxed and pushed back against me as the pressure inside me was slightly let up, but still raging, “Now your turn” Jason ordered as I pushed out and felt that incredible relief from easing the pressure as I pushed the majority of chempiss and double header back into my oldest son. We continued this process for at least the next hour. Swinging back and forth between pressure and release as we pushed back and forth into each other. Sometimes we were bouncing back and forth against each other, giving our nuts a sharp painful tug before rushing back in to impale ourselves on the massive toy, with the wet sloppy sounds of our bodies only drowned out by our random moans and whimpers. Other times, we were both pulling away from each other as hard as we could, each trying to get the other to admit defeat in the twisted little game we had found ourselves playing. As we continued to fuck ourselves against each other in our wet bed like the pigs selves we were, The amount of piss slowly becoming too much for us to pass back and forth, Jason used his muscular legs to push his body again and give me another sharp tug, as he used a free hand to grab the catheter tube and gave it a quick tug to pull it out of both of us. Since it didn't have anything to keep it in other than us holding it in place, it freely came out of both of us, somewhat propelled by the chaotic fountain of piss that began to shower over both of us as we both uncontrollably pissed over us. I felt his stream moving towards my face as I leaned forward to see him trying to aim his piss arc towards my mouth. I open up and manage to catch the end of his flow, which I eagerly gulped down before we both collapsed back onto our backs, and stared at the ceiling, still connected via our sacks and asses. Jason continued playing with his hard dick and using the latest round of hot piss to add to the slickness coating his uncut meat, as he began working it back to it's fully rock hard state. “Guess that was kind of a draw” he said, “We are gonna have to come up with something else for a tie-breaker” The playfulness in his voice showing his competitive streak I knew to well (and was at least partially responsible for). I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I knew that when he used that tone, he had something “naughty” planned.

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

3. My Construction guy move to the side holding my head and patting my hair as another cock went in my mouth. This one wasn’t as big as his and I devoured it. Slobbering up and down the shaft. My spit coating the man’s balls and my chin. The guy pumped faster and my head was held firm as he sunk all the way in. The bottle pressed to my nose just as the cock was throbbing, spurting my cum down my throat. I breathed deep my head spinning and forever linking the wonderful feeling from the poppers to having a cock erupting in my mouth. As the guy withdrew I tasted the remnants of his cum on my tongue. Not sweet and creamy like my Construction man but thing and sour. My head still spinning another guy stepped forward his cock was long but thing and his belly rammed into my forehead with every thrust. I was on autopilot sucking the cock that was in front of me and sniffing on the poppers as they were presented to me. The thin guy kept rubbing the cum into my back and at one point laid himself on the floor so he could eat my furry ass. His tongue and lips sucking at my hole making me moan and push down on him. Every now and then a guy couldn’t wait and shot his load on me it dribbled down my ass crack where the guy lapped it up and pushed it with his tongue in my ass. Construction guy kept a litany whispering in my ear with every new cock. Good Boy Such a Good Boy Yes keep sucking make me proud Don’t you wanna make me proud This is what you were made for You love sucking these men’s cocks On your knees, taking load Sniffing poppers, here you go boy take some more Good boy breathe deep make me proud Here is another cock keep sucking Good boy, good boy, good boy, good boy I was entrance the words and poppers and cock had me swimming. I forgot about my own cock and only about making the other men happy. Finally Construction daddy stopped the next guy and turned my face. The light from the hall light half his face. Holding the bottle to my nose he looked me in my hazed eyes an asked me if I wanted to be his forever. “Yes please make me yours” I slurred out as he kissed me deep and wrapped his arms around me. Lifting me to my feet he lead me out of the dark room and back to the shower area. A couple of the men form the room followed us knowing what was to come next. “First we need to get you cleaned up to be my boy” I started to the shower but I was ordered to kneel, I sank down my dirty legs leaving marks on the clean tiles, Construction daddy pointing his cock at me and suddenly his piss shot hot, hot and slamming into my chest. I never thought I would ever do this but was instantly want more. I rubbed his piss all over me washing away some of the dirt and cum. Other men came over and started to piss on me. Soon about 5 guys were aiming their cock to me as I washed in their piss.

2. I wander down the hall my towel only loosely around my waist. I was in a daze. I had done a lot more than I usually do, I was rock hard leaking and still very horny and feeling the poppers. Mindlessly I walked around and ended up in at the door to the dark room. No lights inside but I could hear the noises coming from and now the noticeable smell I associated with poppers. My cock twitched and unthinking I started to slowly walk in. The light from the hall illuminated a little of the way in and I slowed my steps, feeling hands reaching out , my towel disappeared in seconds. I felt someone come up behind me and whisper in my ear as an arm wrapped around my neck and a bottle was held to my nose. “Awfully rude to leave when things were just getting started” I recognized the voice of construction daddy the smell from the bottle wafted up and I was getting warmer again. My head was held immobile until I thought I was going to pass out. I was swimming and hard and super horny. The sounds of men around me sounded even louder. Before I knew what I was doing I was on my knees, my mouth wrapped around that big cock and I was sucking hard. I could feel the cold cum from who knows how many men coating my hair legs as I kneeled on the floor. Construction daddy grabbed my head and pushed into me hard. I felt someone come alongside me and glance to the right. In the spare bit of light from the door I could see the man next to me on the floor. He was thing with a belly and he had a crazed look in his eye. He started rubbing my back with his hands. I could feel the cum from the floor on his hands as he rubbed it into me. I was disgusted. Here I was on my knees having some old troll rub cum with god knows what in it all over me. Before I could do anything Construction Daddy place the bottle to my nose and buried me on his cock. I was forced to take more hits. The troll was rubbing lower smearing more cum over me. I fell his hands spread my cheeks and cool air on my hole. His hands was dripping more cum on my crack and I felt it as his slid it up and down. Men close by seemed to be watching, I heard some grunting and felt warm splashed of fresh cum hit my ass. More grunting as more men rained their cum down on me. The troll kept working it into my ass, now fingering me with the cum, opening my hole up. I felt 4 of his spidery fingers in me, I was in a daze as Daddy started to grunt and his warm cum shot in my mouth. I drank it down. When he pulled off I was gasping for air. I heard what sounded like an aerosol can noise and towel was placed in my mouth and held there. Gasping I tasted something sweet and my head swam. I instantly wanted more cock in my mouth. The cloth was removed and one hoarse whisper escaped my lips. “More”

FROM STRAIGHT BOY TO CUMDUMP IN ONE NIGHT ----the story of my transformation---- The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college started out as the most boring summer of my life. I had stayed at university to take summer classes and was subletting a room in a shitty four-bedroom apartment of which I was the only resident. I worked at a local movie store fifteen hours a week and was taking two classes both of which were over by two pm on Mondays and Wednesdays. The rest of the time I just spent watching Netflix going for runs, and jerking off. I had run track in high school and still kept up with my workouts keeping my lean frame in shape. At that time I was five eleven, one hundred and fifty pounds, with short-cropped black hair and the starting of a rather thick pelt of hair across my body. Puberty had come a little late to me and I had been hairless all through high school for the most part, but freshman year it had struck with a vengeance and I now grew thick coarse black leg and arm hair, my pits long bushy shrubs, and my chest hadn’t sprouted a patch in the middle but rather was slowly becoming carpeted in black hair. I loved it, I thought all the hair made up for my slight build and made me look manlier so I showed it off every chance I got. Normally when I went for a run I just ran round the campus, but on this particular day I was in a mood, bored with my solitary routine, sick of not seeing any of my friends cause they had all gone home for the summer, and over feeling trapped on campus so I made my way to a bike trail that ran through most of the town and started to run as far away from campus as I could. It was a hot day and the sweat ran down my bare torso and I jogged along for several miles. Most of the trail was bordered by trees, but every once in a while there was a gap and you could see into the back gardens of the people who’s houses back onto the trail. I had run the trail before and there was almost never anything of interest happening on it, in fact the only real appeal of the trail was that it was away from the school. I suppose before I continue with my story that I should mention that at this point in time I believed myself to be straight. This is in fact the story of how I came to realize that not only was that not true, but just how very much of a fag I really was. Despite believing myself to be straight I had always been interested in the male form. I could never help but to look when I saw a real manly man out and about. So what happened next really should have been no surprise. As I ran round a bend in the trail I found myself facing one of those patches where the trees thinned and you could seen to some random person’s back garden. This back garden however didn’t belong to just anyone. There in the clearing pushing a wheel barrow full of dead plants was a six foot six inch tall sweat soaked muscle bear. He had a strong pronounced jaw line sprinkled with salt and paper stubble, his head was shaved but the skin was tan from the sun. His arm muscles flexed under the dark bronze skin and hair as he moved the wheel barrow across the yard his bare chest glistening with sweat from the heat. Though I was staring intently at this perfect specimen of manliness I was still running until suddenly I caught my foot on a root and tumbled ass over elbow over the small bush that separated the trail from the Adonis’s backyard and landed sprawled face down on his perfectly kept grass. “Holy shit,” I heard him call out, “you ok kid?” “Yeah, I’m fine… just tripped… sorry.” I wanted to get out of there as quickly as I could even and though I was already flushed from the heat running I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I rolled over and started to stand up when the ankle that I had caught on the tree root gave way underneath me. “You don’t seem ok kid, come on… let’s get you inside and make sure that ankle’s not broken.” As he walked over to me I was overwhelmed by his smell, a thick pungent musk that I found to be intoxicating. My head was swimming as I tried to focus through the haze of his sweat stink and I hardly noticed him picking me up and helping me to stand so that we could hop back to the house. He took me into the kitchen, sat me at the table and started to unlace my shoe to look at my ankle. I barely paid attention to anything that happened, till he said it was just a bad sprain and that I should just rest my leg for a while. “How far did you run kid?” “From the north side of campus,” I replied. “Shit that’s half way across town, tell you what. I’ll drive you back later so that you don’t have to run on that twisted ankle.” I graciously took him up on his offer, and sat in the kitchen icing my ankle and watching the man, who’s name I had learned was Eric finish up the yard work before he drove me back to campus. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him and I didn’t understand why, I thought that it was because he looked like the man I whished to become, but I was wrong. When Eric had finished the yard work a little over fourth five minutes later he came back into the kitchen bringing with him that glorious smell once more. “Ok, let me grab a shirt, and right a note to my husband telling him I’m out in case he comes home from work while we’re gone, and then we’ll be off.” He said off of this as though it were the most natural thing in the world, but my head was spinning: HUSBAND? Was this perfect specimen of man a homosexual, could that be? I didn’t have much time to think before Eric had returned with an white a-line t shirt one along with the same basketball shorts he had been wearing to work in the yard. I set my foot on the ground gingerly, and Eric leaned in to help pick me up, but once he had pulled me upright he just held me for a minute and stared into my eyes. His eyes were slate blue and stood out against his tanned skin and dark hair. After what seemed like an eternity he said, “So why did you trip kid?” “Ummm…. I…” I spluttered. “I thought so,” and he leaned in and kissed me. Several things all happened at once within my body: I panicked; I tried to push him away; and my cock sprang to life becoming instantly hard. I staggered away from him for a moment my brain screaming. And then it all stopped and all that I wanted to do was be in that man’s arms, I wanted to feel him against me. I dove back into his arms, grabbed his face and stuffed my tongue in his mouth. His hands wandered up and down my back, grazing but being careful not to go past the waist band of my short bright yellow running shorts, as we kissed and I clung to him as if I never wanted to let him go. Eric broke away, “I guessed that that’s why you tripped, but I wasn’t sure till you sat in here and practically drooled as you watched me work in the garden. Plus your cock hardened every time I touched you. Your brain my not be ready to admit it but your cock certainly isn’t” He said all this staring into my eyes, his hands still roaming over my back, but with that last part he reached forward and grabbed my throbbing cock through the thin nylon on my shorts. I gasped. He smiled, “You ever been with a man, kid?” “I’m straight.” “And I’m the Queen of England,” he said, kneeling in front of me, “don’t worry boy I’ll teach you hot to please a man.” With that he pulled my shorts down exposing my rock hard cock and before I could protest further he swallowed my whole seven and a half inch cock to be base. Within seconds he had me moaning and groaning and holding on the back of his head to keep my cock from slipping out of his mouth. I started to feel my balls tensing up and seeming to sense it too Eric pulled off of my cock and stood up again. “Now you try.” “I’m straight,” Eric pulled of his shirt revealing his massive hair covered chest in all its glory. “You want this I can tell. Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” I don’t know what made me do it but I sank to my knees, Eric pulled his cock from the waistband of his shorts, smacked me in the face a few times and then I opened my mouth wide and began blowing this beautiful man. As I emulated what he had just been doing to me his cock began to grow and engorge until I was convinced that it wouldn’t fit in my mouth any longer. “Good boy, you work that man cock, get it good and hard.” What the hell was I doing? I was gagging this man’s ever hardening cock down my throat and loving every second of it. This was better then anything I had ever down with a girl. The smell of Eric’s sweat burned in my nose and I could taste the sweet salty liquid on his cock and I swallowed. He placed his big strong hands on the back of my head and guided me to begin bobbing up and down on his shaft. His cock brushed against my tonsils and I heaved for a moment before swallowing hard and feeling his cock slid down my throat. Everything was perfect. My jaw stretched as wide as it could, I felt pubes around my nose and balls against my chin and opening my eyes I found that I had slid Eric’s entire massive cock down my throat and was now sucking it with ease. I looked up at Eric and saw that he had his phone in one hand and the other holding my head in place as he started to thrust in and out of my mouth. I panicked a little, but never thought to take his cock from my mouth. There was the click of the camera and I widened my eyes in shock. “Don’t worry boy, just a pic for my husband to show him what’s waiting for him at home.” My brain was screaming at me to spit his cock out, pull my pants up and run, but my cock was throbbing, my mouth was drooling and for the first time in my life I felt an itch grown inside of me that I did not yet understand. “You’re a hot little cock sucker aren’t you.” Without knowing why I nodded, and grabbed Eric’s well built thighs pulling his cock into my mouth completely once more. “I’m gonna have some fun with you tonight.” Eric let go of my head and grabbing me under the armpits pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. This time was rougher, he shoved his tongue into my mouth and held my face close to his with his rough hands. I melted into him, feeling his warm sweaty body pressed against mine, his massive cock trapped between up. “Turn around,” he whispered in my ear. Don’t do it, my brain told me, you’re not a fag. What the hell are you doing? I turned around obediently. Eric hugged me from behind, his hands resting on my pecs as he kissed my neck. I could feel his cock nestled in my ass crack, and I couldn’t help myself, I rocked back on it rubbing his cock with my tight furry ass. Eric began to kiss down my body, his tongue tracing my spine as he once more sank to his knees. His tongue came to my tailbone and I shuddered, it was as if a bolt of electricity had gone through my body. I involuntarily arched by back. “A natural bottom,” Eric muttered and with one hand between my shoulder blades and one on my hip he forcer me to bend over so that my chest was resting on the table. He spread my ass cheeks with his hands and I felt cool air on my hole. Then something warm and wet touched my hole. Two reactions shot through me, the one from my mind of RUN, the second from my ass: GOD NEVER LET THIS STOP. It was as if the way I thought about myself and my body and what I wanted was at war with what my body was experiencing. That itch I had started to feel earlier began to become a burn and find a home in my ass Eric’s tongue brushed against my tight hairy little virgin pucker. Eric pushed down on the small of my back forcing me to push my ass out more and I felt his tongue make it’s first attempt at entering my hole. The war raged on inside my body but I made no attempts to stop Eric, I just kept moaning loudly. I could feel my hole becoming slick with his spit and weather it was from the spit or the warmth or his breath or the repeated darting actions of his tongue I could feel my hole slowly starting to relax and bloom allowing more of Eric’s tongue to dip inside. My cock was hard as a rock and dripping precum but I felt no interest in jerking off my focus was on my internal conflict and on the waves of pleasure that emanated from my steadily loosening hole. “God you have a beautiful hole, tight, pink, and furry. I love it. Nice virgin hole.” Something rough pressed against my hole for a moment along with Eric’s tongue I looked over my shoulder trying to see what he was doing and I gasped when I realized that it was his finger. He briefly sucked on his finger and then pressed it again to my hole. Now slick with spit his finger didn’t just rebound off of my tight pucker but pressed inward a little bit, but my hole resisted. Eric returned to working my hole with his tongue but kept a steady pressure on my hole with his finger. My mind was becoming foggy and the argument between my brain and my body was becoming less and less. I started to think things like: if it feels so good how can it not be what I want. Eric increased the pressure of his finger on my hole, hocked a big glob of spit onto my hole and suddenly something gave way and his finger just slid inside of me. I gasped, it didn’t hurt, not at all, it was like a when you finally manage to scratch a really bad itch on your back that you couldn’t reach; and there ended my internal strife, a decision had been made, my body won and silenced my brain. I pushed back against his finger trying to swallow more of it up. Eric responded by slowly and deliberately sliding his finger in and out of my hole making me moan loudly. I felt sweat spring up on my back and it was hard to catch my breath. Eric chuckled softly to himself and withdrew his finger. I felt empty and alone for a moment and then I felt the finger return but it was thicker this time; two fingers. He repeated the same process until over the course of the next half hour he had worked all four fingers into my hole and was slowly twisting them in and out of my now loosened hole. Eric kissed my ass cheek and stood up with drawing his fingers from my hole. God I missed his fingers, the transformation that had taken place within me over the past forty minutes was complete. I no longer questioned what I was feeling and I knew that I wanted to keep his fingers inside my hole forever. That is until what happened next. Eric rapped an arm around me and pulled me up from my bent position, kissing my neck, his warm musky body pressed against my own. “You have such a sweet virgin hole boy,” he shifted his weight, “but I think you’re hole is ready for more,” with his free hand he bent his cock down from where it rested in my ass crack and aimed it at my now slick and loosened hole, “what do you say we bust that cherry?” I was grinding my ass back against his cock, relishing each time I felt his cock snag on my ass ring, but this was not enough for Eric. He let go of my chest and pushed me back down on the table so that my ass was once again spread out before him. My whole body seemed to have become electric and I sensed every tiny shift that Eric made as he shifted himself into position and began to ever so gently press his thick mushroom headed cock against my hole. His four fingers had opened my up a lot but my hole as still far to tight for Eric’s cock, he pushed harder, hocking up another big glob of spit right onto where his cock head met my hole. The itch I had felt earlier was getting worse, I felt as though there was a burning inside of my hole and only getting Eric’s monster cock inside of me could make it stop. I flexed my ass muscles and twitched my hole like I was taking a shit and felt for a brief moment my hole open up and a tiny bit of Eric’s mushroom head slip inside. I did it again this time pushing back against his cock and felt a little bit more slide inside. “Jesus, you can’t wait to pop that cherry can you boy? Alright then lets do this. When I push you flex your hole.” Eric grabbed me by the hips and started to push hard against my hole, he managed to force a little bit of the head inside without my help but then I flexed my hole and between his pressure and my open hole the head of his cock shot into my ass with a pop. It felt like a soda can had just been shoved up my ass, but I loved it, I wanted more. Eric stopped pushing for a moment, then spat on his cock and pushed hard again sinking about another inch of his cock inside me. He did this several more times till at long last I felt his thick black pubes against my ass and his balls resting against mine. Sweat covered my whole body and I was shaking a little. My hole was twitching around Eric’s cock trying to pull more of him inside of me. After what seemed like a glorious eternity he began to pull out until only the massive mushroom head remained in my hole, and then just as slowly he pushed back in again. A whimper escaped from my lips. “You like that thick cock deep inside you boy? You like feeling your cherry disappear as my cock invades your sweet wet boy cunt?” “Yes,” I said breathlessly. There was no denying what I wanted, no claims of being straight, no claims of wanting to be a top either, my cock was hard as a rock but I had no interest in it, all that mattered was Eric’s cock. “What do you want now boy?” Eric pulled out to the tip again, “Do you want me to fuck your boy cunt?” He plunged back in, harder then he had before, “You want me to pound your hole?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes what?” He withdrew again. “Yes I want you to fuck me.” And there it was, there was no taking it back, I had admitted what I wanted. “Good answer boy.” Holding me by the waist Eric started to make me grind forward and back on his cock and he pulled in and out picking up his pace rapidly until in a short while he was hammering away as though he were fucking a well broken in hole. I was moaning like a bitch in heat and I knew it. Everything else in my mind had gone blank and all that I could focus on as my hole and his cock. Faster and faster he went, now slamming his cock in hard so that the room filled with the sound of flesh smacking flesh. He grabbed my shoulders for better leverage and I started to buck back harder, meeting each thrust with equal force. By now I was practically screaming my vocabulary reduced to three phrases: Yes; Please; and Fuck me. “You wanna ride my cock boy?” “Fuck yes” Eric pulled his cock from my ass with a soft squelch and layer down on the floor his cock sticking straight up to the ceiling. I practically flung myself on his cock, positioning it at the opening of my no longer virgin hole and sitting down hard. I bounced up and down letting gravity pull me back onto Eric’s cock each time. Both of us were covered with sweat and it was as if the whole world smelled of sex. Eric’s breathing began to change and he started to buck his cock up into me as I rode. Quicker and quicker he pounded till after ten more minutes he growled, “I’m going to cum, I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna breed that sweet cunt and make you into a real bottom boy.” “Yes breed me,” I groaned, not really knowing what I was saying. “You want my seed boy?” “God yes!” “Ok, well get ready cause…. FUCK!” He never finished his sentence he just grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to bottom out on his cock while I felt his shaft pulse and throb deep in my guts and a new kinda warmth spread through my body. His cum filled my hole and started to leak out a little down his cock onto his balls. I was panting, but my lust was unslaked. I leaned in and kissed Eric as he had kissed me before he started eating out my hole, rough and hungry. I ran my hands up and down his hairy body feeling the mixture of the hair with the sweat. Eric pulled me close and kissed me too before just hugging me to his chest, his cock still buried deep in my stretched out hole. “Jesus when you sent me a picture of some cock sucker on your tool I expected to find a twink waiting at the door to suck my cock, not find you with your cock still inside of his cunt and your load leaking out.” I sat up, dropping down all the way on Eric’s cock in so doing and gasped, when I heard the new voice. “I took one look at this cherry hole and I had to breed it.” Eric said to the new comer. “Cherry hole you say. Well then I’ll need to taste it too.” “Kid this is my husband Matt. Hope that hole’s feeling good cause it’s in for a long night.”

Went to my favorite porno store yesterday. The treasure chest in Portland maine. It's a pretty small but sleazy kind of place. Set myself up in a booth. just starting to settle in when a guy opened the door. He was an older guy with a big beer belly kind of rough looking. with him was a very young looking African man. They were a couple. I invited them in and they came in. I told him I'd suck their dicks and that if they wanted they could fuck me. the daddy turned to the young black man and said you want to fuck him. The African man said yes. I started out by sucking both of them. Daddy had a short 5-in but nice hard cock. His African buddy had a nice fat probably seven or 8-in cock. I started out sucking both of them. Alternating between them. I got the African guys big beautiful cock all slicked up. I spit in my hand a couple of times and lubed up my ass. then I leaned up against the wall stuck my ass out and begged him to fuck me. He didn't waste any time. He's stood behind me and put that cock at the opening of my hole. He started gently rocking against my hole. A nice rhythm. Deeper and deeper every time. Soon he was balls deep in my ass. His daddy was standing beside him encouraging him. Telling him to fuck my ass. Asking if he was enjoying that nice white ass. I was just moaning like a bitch in heat. Leaning down sucking Daddy's cock. Standing up and pushing my ass hard against the black dick up my hole. At one point daddy sat on the bench. he unlocked the door to the booth and pushed it open a little. Another guy looked in . Hot clean shaven bear like dude. I invited the new guy in between my moans. He asked if I was enjoying that black cock at my ass. I told him it was the best fuck I've had in years. Told him the guy was in me bareback. His face lit up and he thought that was really cool. I leaned down and sucked the new guy's cock while the black guy continued to pound my hole. Daddy and the new guy started encouraging the black guy to come up my ass. And I started begging him to breed me. The black guy's cock slipped out of my ass and the new guy reached down to fondle it a little bit. I took that minute to turn and impale myself on the new guys fat 6-in bone. I rocked back and forth on him for a couple of minutes and then he pulled out and the black guy shoved his cock back into my hole. At that point the black guy was panting. He was ready to come. I begged him to breed me to fill my ass with cum. The new guy stepped out and a couple minutes later the black guy flooded my hole with the jizz. The black guy and I took a minute to catch our breath. Daddy was tucking himself away. After that the black guy and his daddy left. I thanked them for the hot load. After they left the bear came back in. He whipped out his cock and I got down that started sucking him again. He asked if the guy loaded me. I said yes. He moaned said that was really hot. So I turned around and impaled myself on his cock again. This time he grabbed my hips and plunged into my hole for just a minute or so. Then he added his seed to the mix. He was a come-and-done guy. he wrapped up and ran out of the room before I could even say thank you. I sat back and waited for a little while longer hoping to get another load. I'm that kind of selfish pig. Nobody else came in but I left satisfied and full of jiZz.

I’m a technical professional and as part of my job I travel to a variety of locations across North America. Staying in hotel rooms can get pretty old, so when I am visiting a location where friends or relatives live I often try to visit since I have all my time free after work. On one visit to LA, I decided to reach out to one of my old friends and see if we could get together. Mark and I had attended school together back in my hometown and always had a blast getting buzzed and picking up girls. It had been years since I spoke to Mark, but we were linked on social media and had several friends in common so was hoping we might get the chance to get together and have a laugh. I finished work and went to my room to get cleaned up and to see if Mark was available to get together that evening. I called the number listed for Mark but another man answered. “Hello, may I speak to Mark?” I inquired. “I’m sorry but Mark isn’t home right now, may I take a message?” replied the voice on the phone. “”Sure, I’m James – Mark and I were old school buddies and I was hoping we could get together while I’m in town to catch up” I responded. “Oh yeah, hi James, I’m Bob – Mark’s roommate. Mark has told me about some of your escapades from the past…we’ve tried to continue the pursuit of debauchery in your absence, maybe even take it to a higher level”. I laughed and said “I should have figured Mark was as cool as ever. Could you let him know I called and give him my number?”. “If you’re free for the evening perhaps you’d like to come over and wait? Mark should be home soon enough and you can chill until he gets here” Bob replied. Since I was already dressed with no plans I thought it might be fun. “Sounds great…I can be there shortly…Oh – do you need me to bring anything?” I inquired. “No, just bring your body on over and we’ll be set for a fun evening” Bill responded with a mischievous tone. “Great then – see you soon” I replied more than a little curious about Bob. I’m a married man but had my share of bisexual experiences so I was pretty sure that Bob might be interested in more than hearing stories about back-in-the-day. I felt my cock growing a little as I imagined the possibilities, but quickly put those thoughts on hold and headed out. I drove my rental car to Mark’s address and found it was an old servant’s house behind a very large place. It seemed nice from the outside so I continued to the door where I found a folded note with my name attached to a clip by the door. I pulled the note and it read: James – come on in and lock the door behind you as you enter. I didn’t think that the note was strange since Mark and I were from a “come on in and make yourself at home” type of small town community. I entered through the door and saw there was a long hall with a room opening to the left at the end. I headed toward the room calling out to Bob so he would know I was there. As I rounded the corner I saw a large TV with gay porno playing and I immediately felt my cock stir in my pants. I looked across from the TV and saw Bob in a large overstuffed chair. He was looking directly into my eyes while a very attractive male kneeled before him; both were naked. As my eyes focused I saw that the young, blonde Adonis was bobbing up and down on Bob’s ample cock and was making very sexy slurping noises in the process. Bob continued to keep direct eye contact with me while he pushed his boy away and quickly stood up and extended his hand to greet, his hard dick pointed directly at me. “Great to meet you Bob. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything” I said while giving him a wink. “Don’t be silly. I had my boy roll a few for us before you arrived…take a seat and fire one up while I get you something to drink” Bob responded. He offered me some iced tea which was a relief since I don’t drink alcohol when I’m traveling on business. After he handed me the drink and returned to his seat, we passed one around. I was starting to feel quite comfortable at that point so I said “please continue what you were doing and I’ll sit here for a bit and enjoy the view”. The eager young man quickly returned to his place between Bob’s legs, this time raising his perfect ass where I would have a great view. His sexy butt-hole was glistening and I was pretty sure he had already had some fun recently. After placing his hands on the young man’s head as encouragement to take him deeper, Bob looked at me and said “Take off your clothes James”. When Bob had stood up I had noticed a few things about him; he was considerably taller than me (I’m a short guy), his body was cover with dark hair that was neatly trimmed, and his cock was about 9” long with a respectable girth. I was immediately impressed by his confidence and his welcoming manner. The fact that I was also majorly turned on by the circumstances upon arrival also influenced my willingness to do whatever Bob instructed at that time. As if his deep, sexy voice telling me to remove my clothes had me in a trance, I immediately stood and began removing my clothes. I took off my shirt, shoes and socks, and then unfastened my pants. When I pulled my pants down my hard cock sprang from my pants, showing the pre-cum that had already begun leaking and was about to drip onto the floor. I heard Bob say “nice!” and then tell his boy to move away and sit on the couch next to the chair. Once his boy was seated he told me to get on all fours in front of his chair. I was all-in at this point and quickly positioned myself on hands and knees before him as requested. In a fluid motion Bob slid down behind me and placed his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading and kneading them so he could get a better look at my hole. I heard him making a guttural growl as he slowly leaned in, moving his face closer and closer to my open bottom. Soon I felt his lips kiss my butt hole as I simultaneously felt the vibrations from his vocal chords as he continued to growl and moan while pushing his tongue inside. I knew then that I would let Bob do whatever he wished with my body, and I began to push my ass back into his probing orifice to let him know I was at his command. -To Be Continued-

Hey guys... So, I'm not actually that experienced with fucking. I can suck and swallow like a pro, and as a sub I love getting on my knees for Superior Men, swallowing spit, piss, and cum, either in private or at saunas (can't wait foe them to reopen) - but I've not enjoyed fucking that much before? Previously I've been fucked and not enjoyed it that much - but I know it's important to get fucked to properly submit to a Man. I know this is all in my head, and I just need to do it more to make sure I enjoy it and can be a proper cumdump. Is there anyone out there with tips or advice on this? Or any tops who are feeling patient enough to coach me through it? (if you're more inclined and would rather tie me down/hold me down and not give me the option... We can also talk. This needs to happen either way!)

May be you who were among my breeders. I didn't see the faces. My slutty sleezy poz hole wants your cum

Hooked up with 3 guys. First thing they did was piss all over me. Spit on me and down my throat, and face fuck me until i was gagging. Spent a couple hours fucking both my holes and pushing on and in me. 3 loads in my ass, plugged with piss, i walked a mile home shirtless. It was fucking hot!

last week, a guy in his late 30's thin - a bit like Prince used to be. I've seen him around for over 20 years , first as a gauky boi on a pushbike watching guys in the bushes and walking him self off , later in his 20's getting blown (he has a huge dick) but pushing away and hand trying to play with his ass. Fast forward to last year when we were both fucking the same cum dump at the local (last remaining) causing area. He fucked him first and I got sloppy seconds , this is my favourite thing. I saw him a couple of months ago and stood next to him wanking , to my great surprise he moved in front of me so I tentatively fingered his ass fully expecting to be pushed away - not so. I kneeled down and rimmed him he pulled his cheeks apart and I got my tounge right up his hole - not wanting him to change his mind I stood up quickly and put my big thick cock against his ass , we didn't have and lube apart from a bit of spit but I got it in him and fucked him till I came. I had a message on grindr last week wanting to meet up , we arranged for a local cottage at a quiet time , I saw him go in and followed , he was in a black tight T shirt and football shorts and trainers (as if going out for a run) He went in to the cubical first and stood with his back to me and pulled down his shorts exposing his tight little ass , I couldn't resist dropping to me knees and rimming him again , this time he had lube - tbh im really only in to rimming and breeding so I was very happy that he just lubed up and bent over the cistern , although i will fuck with out lube , I much prefer to fuck with - but fist choice an other guys load , you can't beat tag teaming the load is normally very was and creamy - if your not straight in after the previous top has cum the load soon cools and becomes watery. He a fit guy and could see his leg muscles tighten as he braced him self , I love watching my thick cock head enter an ass - although im not cut I pull my foreskin back so that I can get the full sensation - I always go in slowly - im big and think and in my younger days spoilt a couple of fucks by being too aggressive - plenty of time for that once the bottom is opened up. I pushed the bottom down until he was at the right hight for me and started the long strokes in his well lubed and relaxed ass. I stopped and he started tp push back and ride me , one of the great things about a cubical fuck is that the bottom can push back and grind him self on to the bot for really deep penetration , he did just that. I took my time building my orgasum , gripping his thin waist tightly - when I came (several thick spurts of Daddy spunk) i was deep in him and I stayed in that position for a few seconds , when I pulled out a dog of thick cum pooled in his shorts. I love thick white spunk against black material. I had a message from him earlier wanting to meet at the cottage later today , this time ill get him out of his shorts so that I can read his legs further apart.

The hottest part of seeing a cock in front of you or that moment when you first taste that penis in your mouth, is knowing that you're going to get a thick, hot load of sperm to eat.

It’s the “money shot,” even in bb porn that producers think matter on the screen. But too many gay men take their cues from porn. When my top cums I want him as deep in me as he can push it, past my second ring even right into my guts. That’s best.

I think I tried the Keller 2 years ago but tried a few so I’m not sure. I had a few loads in one quite small bar with a multiple story basement with super narrow staircases. Was a bit scary but was just hot taking dicks with almost no control.

I'd very much enjoy owning a submissive top and training him to be a breeding service utility.

Ignoring my brain and allowing my cock to take over thinking, I went to SN yesterday afternoon. It was a mix but mostly masked. Within the first five minutes I had a young hung stud’s cock in my throat and five minutes after that he was balls deep in me.

1. The unseen man pulled his cock back through the glory hole and I licked my lips, swallowing the rest of his load. I sat back on my heels and looked at the now vacant hole in front of me and for a brief moment wondered how I had come to this moment. Completely naked, my head shaved, cum leaking from my hole and covering my face, my cock dripping precum but completely forgotten, and locked in this booth in the back of this bathhouse. I heard a rustle behind me and saw a fat dark cock slide through the second hole in this booth. My instructions had become second nature at this point and I got up, bent over and slide the cock into my well fucked hole. Once my as was pressed firmly against the wall, the man on the other side began to pound me. I groaned and smiled. At thirty years old I had thought that I knew myself pretty well. Through some experimentation in my twenties I had decided I was vers, not overly kinky, and overall was pretty good about condom usage. So, I how did I end up locked in a glory hole booth in a bathhouse? Good question. Sir, well at the time Mike, had been the one to change all that. As soon as I met him in the bar I knew there was something different going on. He had a power over me that I couldn’t explain, and I just sort of gave in. I hadn’t gone to the bar that night with any sort of expectations. It had been a long day I thought I would pop in, have a drink or two, toss some coin at a drag performer friend of mine, and head home. As I was buying my second drink Sir, as he is now known to me, brushed against me at the bar. I was in awe. At just above six feet tall he loomed over me a little, his broad chest blocking out the rest of the room. His face was strong and square. He had short cropped dark hair, and eyes that somehow just drew me in. He smiled a broad toothy smile, and introduced himself. I practically melted. He offered to buy me a drink and made small talk as he got closer and closer to me. I smiled and felt my cock stir as he brushed against me. Soon, he leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. I melted into him, his big hands grabbed at my back and pulled me close. Within twenty minutes of meeting him we were leaving the bar and walking to his place a couple of blocks away. As soon as the door closed something in his demeanor changed. He became more assertive, and I became more aroused. “Strip,” he said. There in his living room with the blinds still open I pulled my shirt off over my head and kicked off my shoes. I stepped out of my jeans and hesitated for a moment before pushing down my briefs. My cock was hard as a rock and stood straight out from my dark brown bush, its full six and a half inches exposed. Sir smiled at me. “Good boy,” he said. I’d never been called boy before. It made something in me flutter and my cock twitch. He unbuttoned his own shirt revealing his strong chest, and a thick pelt of hair. His stomach was hard and flat, not an over tone gym body, the strong body of a man. Then he took of his shoes and undid his belt. Before he took his pants off though he said “On your knees boy.” I practically fell to my knees. With another broad toothy smile he undid his pants and slipped them off. He now stood in front of me in nothing but a straining jockstrap. My mouth watered. “Come over here boy,” he said, and I crawled over so that I was kneeling right in front of him. I could smell his sent, my cock throbbed. “Now you’re gonna get my cock wet and then I’m going to fuck your cute little ass. Understood?” I nodded vigorously. “When I ask you a question like that boy you will answer ‘Yes, Sir’ is that clear?” “Yes, Sir,” I stammered. This wasn’t something I was into I thought, but then why was my stomach doing back flips and my cock leaking like mad. “Good. Now lets try that again. You’re going to get my cock wet and then I’m going to fuck your ass, is that understood?” “Yes, Sir.” “Very good.” With that he pulled out his cock and I gasped. I had guessed it would be big from the bulge in front of me but I had still not been prepared. His cock was the thickest I had ever seen. Only about an inch longer than mine it had to be as thick as a soda can the whole way down. His pubes were dense and connected into the thick mat of hair that ran up his stomach. I swallowed hard. “Open your mouth boy.” I did as I was told and he pressed the broad flat mushroom head into my mouth slowly. I’ve always loved sucking cock and instinct took over. I swallowed as much as I could, slathering all over his cock. He groaned appreciably and his hands came to rest on the back of my head, pulling me closer. Somehow I knew that I had to get his cock as wet as I could, his sudden shift in demeanor told me that he wasn’t going to be providing any lube when he fucked me. I choked myself, getting spit all down the shaft of his cock and all over the head. My face was slick with spit, and it dripped down my chin. Occasionally he would force the whole length of his dick into my mouth so that his head hit the back of my throat. He was forceful, but always careful with me at the same time. I felt safe with him. I felt like even if he used me rough I would be ok. After what felt like a blissful eternity he pulled out of my mouth and head me by the shoulders. I looked up into his face, and saw that same toothy grin. “You ready to get fucked now boy?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good, now get your ass on the bed.” He shoved me towards an open door to the right, and I darted onto the bed. Without being told I got up on all fours presenting my ass towards the door. I heard Sir chuckle as he walked in behind me, “Good boy.” I felt his hands on my ass and braised myself for his cock to start pressing on my hole dry but instead I felt his tongue lap at my hole. It darted about, flicking over my ass, slowly working inside me. I groaned, as I felt my hole opening steadily. I was no stranger to getting fucked and it didn’t take too much to get me ready, but Sir was taking his time. He savored my ass, getting it slick with his spit. Once Sir was satisfied that I was properly wet, he straightened up and started to rub his cock on my hole. I leant forward, and put my face into the mattress. After dropping a big glob of spit onto my hole he started to push in. His head was so wide and blunt that my hole resisted for a long moment before finally giving way. I gasped as the first inch of his cock slid into me. He held his cock there for a minute, dropped another glob of spit onto his shaft and pushed in again. Little by little he opened me to his massive girth, and I just became a whimpering puddle. He fucked me slowly at first, adding more spit and building up speed till there was a steady wet slap filling the room. I groaned with every stroke. It felt so good. I could feel my hole loosening around him. I began to slam my hips back against him drawing his cock into me deeper. After ten minutes or so he pulled out of my hole, and in one motion knocked me over so that I was now on my back with my legs in the air. He repositioned himself and sank back into my hole. I groaned and tossed my head back. He was hammering me relentlessly and I felt my entire body giving way. My muscles all went slack and I was just putty in his hands. “I’m gonna breed this cunt, boy,” he said, sweat shinning on his body. “Please, Sir! Breed my hole!” “Good boy. Take Sir’s load.” He slammed deep inside me, stretching my hole as wide as it would go, as he spasmed deep inside me. He shook a little as he came, and the big toothy grin came back. He stayed inside me, his cock not getting any softer, but finally he was still. “Here’s the deal boy, you have a choice now.” He flexed his cock in me, “You can tell me you’re done for the night, and leave now; but know that if you do that you will never see me again,” another flex of his cock, “or, you can stay here. Just know that saying means your committing to taking my cock all night whenever I want your hole,” another flex, “So which will it be.” I didn’t even have to think, “Please, Sir, fuck me again!” “Good boy, you may just turn out to be a fun new pig.”

"Jack, come on man, what the fuck?" Ryan steadied himself against the low wall, the warm Miami air making him queasy. He'd lost track of the shots after the fifth round, and he and his buddies had been at it all day. Most of them had trailed off, some in bed back at the hotel no doubt, others partying elsewhere. Ryan and Jack had just been kicked out of a club. Ryan couldn't remember why. His 21st birthday weekend had been great so far, but Jack was starting to piss him off. He could see his buddy in the distance, talking to a woman. "Jack man, come on..." Ryan thumbed through his phone, trying to text his girlfriend back home in Boston, but he stumbled across one of his selfies instead: Jack wandered back to Ryan, laughing as his buddy swayed against the wall. "Ryan man, got a present for you!" Ryan blinked, trying to make out Jack's face. "What is it?" Ryan asked. "A hooker man, come on..." Ryan stood and followed Jack, his buddy laughing that annoying laugh he had when he was drunk. "A what? A hooker?" Jack presented the woman to Ryan. She looked him up and down and smiled. "He'll do," she joked, a raspy, hoarse voice, like she smoked 80 cigarettes a day. Ryan could just make her out in his drunken haze. She was older, but not bad. He hadn't realized how horny he was until Jack had mentioned the word 'hooker'. Before he knew it, she was checking into a motel down the street for an hour. She opened the door to the room, the stench was overwhelming - sex and cigarettes. She played with his muscles through his shirt as he closed the door behind them... TO BE CONTINUED

I am joining the previous posters. I not only hate porn with condom but I find it boring and it doesn’t make me horny. If I catch the scene guy is wearing condome, I shut down the video immediately. Avoiding the disappointment, I recently fast-forward the video till I can check if it is bareback or not. And if it is, I go back to the start. If it is not, I search another one. Another thing that I truly hate when according to the description the video is bb but the guys are wrapped.

I am in a similar position to liger only I enjoy the small penis humiliation (and premature ejaculation humiliation) my wife lays down on me. It’s led to her cuckolding me, pegging me, and generally relegating me to a pathetic small cocked submissive who rarely ever gets to penetrate her. She has asked over time whether I want to be fucked by men like I’m a girl and will often use that line of verbal as I’m allowed to ejaculate but I’ve yet to commit to admitting that I really do want it as in the post orgasm come down she tells me she wouldn’t like it if I did actually get fucked by men and it’s really disappointing that I can’t satisfy her. so for now it’s still a case of being used like a sissy faggot on the side

There should be another option for us locked up faggots who only cum hands free from prostate stimulation

Stroking his beard, K C continued, "I've been going to the same gym for years and I noticed a new guy, Asian, toned heavily tatted. Definitely gay but no sexual attraction between us. His ink had me intrigued and we had some nice discussions. Oh yeah, his name is Lee and he was looking to get more ink, but I didn't know any tattoo artists. For a few weeks, there was no sign of Lee and I figured he was away. I'm on a bench, doing presses when Lee is back and he approaches me. Done with my reps, I take a break and Lee tells me he has some new ink, lowering his left sock to reveal a dragon tat on his calf. He says there's something else, but it needs to bee seen in private, so we arrange to meet in the locker room in 15 minutes. I asked where he was and he said he'd been 'under the weather'. My workout finished, I head to the locker room to find Lee waiting for me. Looking around, he's satisfied that no one is around and he lowers his shorts a bit. Just above his pubes is a bio haz tat, in neon blue, outlined in red. I suggest we discuss it in private over coffee after I've showered. Fifteen minutes later, we're in the local coffee shop at a quiet table. So, 'under the weather' is code for fuckflu which made us both laugh. Lee had found Ivan's ad in a local gay rag and booked an appointment to get the dragon tat done. Unbeknownst to Lee, Ivan had seen him at a sex party, hooded, in a sling and getting fucked bareback by man after man. Lee didn't even flinch when Ivan told him what he saw. He also said we wasn't on PrEP and wasn't poz....yet. That's when Ivan dropped his pants to reveal what he calls his 'weapon of mass infection', 12.5" of thickly veined AIDS cock, with a scorpion tat along the shaft, offering to get the deed done. A few nights later, Lee was in Ivan's sling, getting fucked repeatedly. Just as promised, Lee came down with the fuckflu and when Boris came to take him, he got confirmation with a home test. Hearing this made my cock throb and Lee gave me Ivan's number and said it would be okay to use him as a reference!" Mickey put his hand on Tim's scorpion tat and said, "That night, after dinner, K C said we need to have a serious talk. He told me how some POZ guys can go to great lengths to hide their status and thinking about it, I had to agree. Next, he mentioned that POZ men can be just as hot as neg men, maybe even hotter and rather than relying on the luck of the draw, it might be best for the 2 of us to knowingly get knocked up. Both of us were hard and when he told me how Lee was knocked up by Ivan, I suggested we call Ivan before making a definite decision. K C called Ivan and left a message, using Lee as a reference. An hour later, Ivan returned the call, definitely interested as he'd never infected a couple. We logged onto the web so we could have a cam session. Granted, he's a bit rough around the edges and heavily inked, but he was still hot and that cock helped us make up our minds. Understanding my high profile job, Ivan assured us he'd be discreet. He'd come to us the next night and we'd both need to be cleaned out before deciding who'd get Ivan's venom first!" To be continued

Fuck, if only I could find a club like this. I would definitely be more of a 'joiner'.

Married here and bbing for about nine years. Never caught anything and I only top. Sex life at home died along time ago so realistically no risk to anyone else. Seeded about dozen married guys over those years..usually those guys would come back after the first time. Actually got to know some of the guys as friends. I would not bareback in a bathhouse, or a place like that. To me, that's just too risky. The first time I bb was with another married guy. He sucked me and then just asked if I wanted to fuck him. I said sure, he bent over didnt want a condom even though I had one. He justed wanted my load. From then on, I never asked if they wanted a condom, I just figured they would bring it up. Some married guys did get concern I didnt use a condom after I seeded them, but they usually cane back for another fuck. If you just top, the risk is low. For me, it's worth it. I also tell the bottoms I only top, and I do get tested from to time..so they have little risk too. That seems to put the bottom married guys at ease.

I think it’s really hot. I wish I could find more videos of actual father and sons fucking around. I think as long as both are consenting then it could be so hot. My dad is rumored to have fucked over 500 women and still has it going on. When I was growing up I was so curious about his size because he tends to be very guarded about sexual stuff. Finally when I was in high school we went to a local pool with a huge open changing room and I saw him strip down. He has a really nice thick tool with huge balls. And that was just seeing him soft. He has to be over 8” when hard. I was insecure at the time because I’m more of a grower than a shower but I’m glad I had that experience or else I’d be wondering what he was packing down there until this day. Out of my two brothers and myself, I think my dick is the closest to my dads in terms of size and shape. I think nudity and jacking off with your dad or brothers could be a really cool bonding experience and helps everyone feel comfortable with their bodies. Unfortunately that’s not the environment I was raised in but I really think more people should be honest and open about it. And should post more vids online

I used to run a cellphone store in a mall in Cleveland. Sunday’s were absolutely dead for us. I had a homeless guy come in and start chatting me up. He stood just far enough away from my counter so that I could see his crotch. He was starting to get a bulge. He started talking about sex. I start getting hard. He asks if I’m into men and I say yes. I tell him to go around to the back door as I close the front. I let him in the back door of the store. We start feeling each other up through our jeans. I pull his cock out and he does the same for me. He has a nice cock. He tells me he needs fucked. I say sure. He drops his pants as he turns around grabs me by the cock and line my cock head up against his hole. His hole is already wet. I push in, and my cock just slides right in. His wet hole felt so good on my aching cock as I fucked him. I knew I wasnt gonna last long. I reach around and tug on his hard cock as I’m pounding in and out of him. I shoot my load balls deep inside of him. As I pull out he pulls his pants up and leaves. He came back an hour later. This time I jerk him off and have him cum on my cock before I give him a second load. Been looking for a homeless guy willing to take a load up his ass ever since.

Yesterday morning I was hardly up an hour when I got a message from a local 21-year-old bug chasing cum dump. Said he had one huge poz load that was fresh in his ass. I hopped in the car and was there in under 10 minutes. The slut was waiting on his knees in a dark room to start working my cock. I fucked him for about 15 and gave him his second load of the day.

I've never been fucked by a cock with a PA. I have an opportunity next week to take one in my ass. What does it feel like? Any difference between a non-PA cock?

PART EIGHT My breathing was still ragged, and my body shaking a little as Matt and Eric kissed each other across my sweat covered body. Eric rubbed my chest and Matt worked the larger plug into my hole. With a soft pop it slid inside of me and held fast, Eric smiled. “How’s that hole holding up boy?” “Still hungry.” “Well I thought that you would probably need a break after the Philips boys so your ass can rest for a little while.” Matt shook the plug a little, “Which kinda cock has been your favorite boy?” “The thick ones,” I said without having to think, “I love feeling my cunt opening wider and wider for them.” “Well then you are sure going to enjoy what’s coming next, but lets get you out of this sling for a bit.” They helped me down from the sling and we took seats on the bench against the far wall. I walked gingerly trying to regain the feeling in my legs which had been up and spread for so long that without my noticing the had completely fallen asleep. When I finally say on the bench I made sure to sit squarely on the base of the plug to push it just that little bit deeper into my hole. Eric noticed and winked at me. Then we just sat there for a while, they asked me about school and we talked about their jobs, it was like we had known each other for years. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that after the intimacy we had just shared that they felt like old friends. After what seemed like ages of us sitting naked shooting the shit the doorbell upstairs rang again and the two of them smiled. Matt went upstairs to answer the door and Eric helped me back into the sling and pulled the plug from my hole. “Have fun,” he whispered before stepping away to beside the door. Two guys came down the stairs who looked to both be about twenty-one maybe a little older. One was had shaggy brown hair and looked like your classic All American boy. The second had short blonde hair sticking up from under a baseball cap and was built like a brick shit house of a football player. “This is Max,” Eric said gesturing to the blonde, “and Tom,” indicating the darker haired boy. They both wasted no time in stripping off. Max was far less hairy then any of the other men I had had that night but he did have incredibly bushy pits full of dirty blonde hair that made my mouth water. If the pits weren’t enough when he dropped his white briefs to the floor and let his thick eight-inch cock spring up and his big round balls swing loose I knew I needed his cock inside of me. Tom was tall and lithe and looked as though in ten years he would be completely covered in hair, as it was the thick patches of hair that grew on his chest and stomach had already merged and joined with the dense patch of hair that grew at the base of his cock. Tom’s cock must have been what Eric had been referring to when he said I would enjoy what was coming next. It was slightly longer then Max’s and thick as a can of beer. I needed them both. Without speaking they winked at each other and Tom came up to my head and smacked me in the face with his quickly hardening rod while Max moved between my legs. “How many loads you got in this sweet ass man,” Max asked rubbing his thick cock head against my hole. I had to think for a moment, counting the loads. “He doesn’t even remember,” Tom laughed. “Seventeen.” “And you took your first load today?” I nodded, taking Tom’s cock in my mouth. “Damn we have got to get your number,” and then Max slid home. As soon as his cock head slipped inside of my hole I lost all sense of self, all that I cared about was the ever-fattening cock in my mouth and the blonde boy pounding my hole as if his life depended on it. I was right where I belonged doing exactly what I was supposed to do. Max slammed his cock into me as if he had no interest in my pleasure only in using my hole for his one enjoyment and I didn’t care. I have no idea how long he hammered away before he grabbed my hips and shot his first load deep inside of me. Then he and Tom switched and I moaned as Tom’s ungodly thick cock stretched my used and battered hole yet wider. Three times they switched each dumping three loads inside of me bringing my load count up to twenty-three. When they were finished they got dressed and left me there with cum dripping from my hole. Eric came back into my field of view then and smiled. The plug returned and he helped me down. “How do you feel?” “Hungry,” I replied. “Wanna get some food from upstairs?” “Not that kinda hungry.” I fell to my knees and took his soft cock in my mouth. “Shit he’s still going?” said Matt coming down the stairs. “Hell yeah, put an add up on Craig’s List and get this boy some more cock.” Eric moved me to the fuck bench and after strapping me down fucked another load into my overflowing cunt. He left me like that, my hole gaping wide revealing the ocean of cum inside. Then the men started coming. I never saw them, they just came down the stairs and stuffed their cocks inside of me. I have no idea how long this went on or how many of them there were, but I was in heaven. After what must have been several hours and more then a dozen cocks Eric returned and asked me again how I felt, “Sleepy,” I replied. He laughed, plugged my ass, and unstrapped me. He then took my upstairs and laid me to sleep between he and Matt in their bed. I spent most of the day there asleep, and then around four in the afternoon, after a quick shower, I finally took Eric up on that ride home and went straight back to sleep. The next day I woke up with the plug still in my hole and a hunger burning in my guts. I found my phone in the pocket of my shorts, which I had tossed aside as soon as I had gotten home, and scrolled through all the new number till I found one of the Philips boys. “I need your cock,” I texted Jake. THE END

PART SIX The door bell rang again and my hole twitched around the plug holding it open. Matt chuckled seeing my ass suck the plug in a little more. “You’re in for a treat now boy, these are three of my favorite men. I’ve even given up my hole quite a few times to them.” “What makes them so special?” “They’re three brothers, they’re all gay and let’s just say god had an interesting sense of humor with them.” Eric returned to the basement then with three guys following behind him. They were clearly brothers, all sharing the same sharply defined masculine features. The oldest looked to be about 27 with jet black hair combed carefully to one side, the middle one probably 23 and unlike his clean shaven older brother had grown a thick beard and let his hair get a little shaggy. The youngest looked like he was probably 21 or there abouts and had the floopy curly hair that just hung in untidy ringlets everywhere. “Jimmy, James, and Jake this is our new cumdump,” Matt said by way of introductions. “So why don’t you boy’s strip off and enjoy him.” The youngest guy shucked his Beatles t-shirt exposing a trim swimmers body covered in jet black hair. My hole twitched again, Eric really hadn’t been kidding when he said he guessed my type. Without waiting for his other two brothers, the youngest came over, dropped to his knees, pulled the plug from my hole and started to eat the cum from my drippy, sloppy cunt. “Can’t wait to breed this cunt,” he muttered not taking his mouth of my hole to speak. After another moment or two he stood up and moved aside so that his now naked olderst brother could take his place. All three of them were built thin like swimmers but covered in jet black hair, they were like the perfect moment of genetics. “You’re gonna love his spunk filled hole Jimmy,” the youngest said to his oldest brother as he started to rub the cock head of his thick seven inch dick on my hole. “Please breed me,” I begged, grabbing his hips and pulling his cock inside my used hole. “Eager little bitch isn’t he?” “I need your loads,” now pleading for Jimmy to start fucking me. “Don’t worry boy, we’ve each got at least two loads ready for you. And if you like my cock then you are going to love my brothers even more,” Jimmy reassured me as he slowly started to fuck me. I kept my hands on his hips, pulling myself deeper on his cock with each thrust, milking his cock for his load with my ass. Cum dripped from me as the two of us slammed our bodies together and the cum in my hole started to froth. I whimpered and begged him for his load more. I could feel my eyes starting to gloss over, I was starting to get the fucked out look that I had seen girls get in the gang bang porn I sometimes watched. A look that came when there had been so much cum shot into her that she stopped to be a person and became just a bucket. It had finally happened to me, as the first of these three brothers pumped his first load into me I let go of any last remaining ideas of myself and gave in. I was just a hole, a hole to be filled with cock and cum. Jimmy started to pant a little and his brothers egged him on, rubbing their considerable bulges through their jeans. “Fill his cunt.” “Lube him up for us.” “Give him that fat hot load.” “I’m gonna fucking cum up your cunt,” Jimmy growled and slammed in again to dump his load as deep as he could. “You’re gonna need it deep,” he panted. The middle boy dropped his pants and then his underwear, as his brother unloaded inside me, and as soon as the waistband of his pants was below his cock I knew what Matt had meant about God’s joke. James’s cock was considerably larger then Jimmy’s in all directions and his balls hung lower and heavier too. As soon as Jimmy had pulled out James moved into place and slammed his cock hole. James was much rougher then Jimmy had been, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me down onto his cock, he wanted to make sure that I felt all of his considerable length and girth. “I love using a hot wet cunt,” James said in rhythm to his pounding. It didn’t seem like James was going to last too long because he quickly stated to pant like Jimmy had, but unlike Jimmy he slowed down for a minute and regained his composure before returning to his assailment of my hole. Twice more he did that till I was convinced he had been fucking me for an hour. The finally he slammed in deep and held fast to my shoulders and started to just push in and out slightly dumping his load. Now Jake stripped and I gasped when I saw the python that the littlest one of the guys had.

PART TWO My face flushed as I looked at Matt, his husband’s still hard cock stuffed up my spunk filled hole, but Matt just smiled. He had a short cropped red and brown beard, muddy brown hair and bright green eyes set into a strong manly face. Quickly he shucked his shirt exposing a broad chest covered in ginger fur with large pink nipples. His pants were the next to go and then he stood there in just a bulging jock strap smiling at me. “Well boy get my husband’s cock out of your cunt and come suck my cock.” With a tiny bit of reluctance I stood up, Eric’s cock sliding from my juicy hole, and walked over to Matt. He smiled and pushed me to my knees, I felt cum drip from my hole. “Go on,” he said thrusting the engorged pouch of his jock at my face. I pulled the fabric to the side, and released his massive cock. It looked, if that was possible to be even thicker then Eric’s his balls certainly were larger and all around the base grew thick dense coarse ginger pubes. I didn’t waist any more time, there was no more confusuion or conflict, I had been presented with a man’s cock and it was my job to service it. Opening my mouth wide I began to slowly work Matt’s still swelling cock down my throat, swallowing hard when it hit my tonsils. “Holy shit Eric,” Matt said, forcing my head down till my nose was in his pubes, “Where did you find this boy?” “He got distracted while he was jogging by and literally fell into the yard. I knew he would make a hot little furry cumdump as soon as I saw him. Told me he was straight and then he swallowed my cock to the root.” They both laughed. “Don’t think you’re straight any more do you boy? Not with Eric’s load dripping out of your cunt.” I shook my head. “Good. Did you like taking his load?” I nodded, still sucking hard on his cock. “Do you want my load up your cunt?” I nodded again. “Your cunt is hungry isn’t it boy, you want all the loads you can get don’t you?” More nodding. “Good, because by the time tonight is over your hole will be one dripping cum filled mess.” My cock twitched and my hole winked at the thought. “You sure this boy was a virgin when you sunk your cock into him,” Matt asked Eric, “Cause damn he can suck cock!” “With how tight his little cunt was, there’s no way I didn’t pop his cherry.” “Then he’s just one talented cocksucker. Shit, you keep sucking my cock like that boy I’m gonna blow my load down your throat not up your cunt.” I tried to pull off of his cock, but Matt’s hands held me in place; I wanted that cock and load in my ass more then anything. “Don’t think he likes that idea,” Eric said. “No, neither do I,” replied Matt and he released me to spit out his cock. “You ready to get bred again boy?” “Yes please,” I gasped still trying to catch my breath from deep throating Matt’s cock. “Then turn around and show me that pussy.” I spun on the spot, bent over, stuck my ass in the air, and reached back to spread my cheeks for him. He gave an appreciative groan and got down behind me laying his fat cock on my ass crack. “Nice tight little ass with a worked-out loose cum filled furry hole, prefect,” He lined up his cock and sank it into my stretched out pucker in one move. I moaned, bucking back on his cock like a bitch in heat. Matt wasted no time with slow fucking and skipped right to the rough pounding. He grabbed my hips and started to slam his cock in and out of my hole. Using Eric’s cum he pounded my hole without mercy reducing me to a limp whimpering mess. How could I ever have thought that I was something else? Nothing I had ever done with a girl had felt this good, this right. I was kicking myself for resisting what I had always wanted for so long, to be a bottom boy cumdump for big manly tops. Matt pulled out of hole and smacked my as saying, “get on your back, I wanna see your face as I breed you.” I flipped over and grabbed my ankles pulling my toned muscular legs out at right angles exposing my hole once more. Matt got between my legs and slammed his cock back inside of me. He bottomed out so hard that I saw stars for a second, but Matt didn’t miss a beat he just kept on pounding. “I told you he had a sweet cunt,” Eric said and for the first time sense Matt’s cock had entered my hole I noticed him standing behind Matt fisting his hard cock like mad. “I’m gonna load you up boy, you ready for my cum?” “Please shoot your load deep inside of me,” I begged. “Take my fucking load you little faggot,” Matt yelled and he bottomed out once more and his cock launched shot after shot after shot of thick hot cum into my wrecked guts. His cock had no sooner stopped twitching then Matt pulled out, but much to my joy his cock was quickly replaced with Eric’s once more who after only two quick strokes shot another big load deep in my new cunt. Eric caught his breath for a moment and then he too pulled out. “Nice find babe,” Matt said to Eric kissing him. I ran my hands down my hairy sweat soaked chest, past my still hard but somehow so irrelevant cock, to my hole. I felt the soft mushy walls of my once tight sphincter and felt the slick cum that was slowly leaking from it. Easily I slid first two fingers then three and four inside myself and started to twist them in and out like Eric had done earlier. “Fuck look at him,” Matt said, “You still want more don’t you kid?” Guiltily I looked up, but said with hunger in my voice, “God yes.” “I’ve got an idea, keep fingering that hole,” Eric said, and he grabbed his phone and shot several shots from different angles including a close up of all four of my fingers which were now covered in cum stuffed in my hole. “We’ll start with a few thick dicked friends our ours and if that’s not enough then we’ll widen the search.” “Alright well we’re not gonna leave him here in the kitchen so I’ll take him down stairs and get him settled in while you find this new slut some more loads.”

Not the piggiest/sluttiest EVER, but I think you'll enjoy this. Key West 2AM, somewhere on Fleming St., I'm walking back to the gay guesthouse where I'd been staying when I saw a HOT Latin guy, shorts around his ankles, stroking the BIGGEST cock I'd ever seen. I walk over to him and ask if he wants help with that thing. He plants one on my mouth and the next thing I know, he's pushing me down on my knees and his 11.5 uncut inches is right at my mouth. Not needing to be told, I start sucking. This being Key West when it was gay Disney, we draw a crowd. Someone pulls my shorts down and starts rimming my ass. Gradually, I'm taking more and more of that monster pinga in my mouth. The tongue in my hole is replaced by a bare cock, but I'm in such cocksucking bliss, I don't care to see who is fucking me. After 5 minutes, I'm shocked when I feel my Latin stud's balls on my chin and smell the musk of his sweaty pubes. "You're the first one who ever deepthroated my cock!" He moaned. I'm aware of the sounds of others around me, some sucking cock, some jacking their cocks. The cock up my ass pulsated and there were animalistic grunts as the guy came. As soon as he pulled out, another cock was rammed up my hole in a single thrust. Fixated on the Chorizo in my throat, I was vaguely aware of guys spewing their cum on my back and neck. Load # 2 was shot up my hole and seconds later, another cock slid in easily. Even with my limited Spanish, I knew words like "puto" and "boca caliente" were meant as encouragement. Though my jaws ached, I continued sucking, amazed that I was able to accommodate such a monstrous cock. Just as the third guy blew his jizz in my hole, my Latin God yelled, "I'm cuuuummmiiinnnng!" pulling out a bit so I could taste his sperm. He pulled me back up to my feet and kissed me and we snowballed his cum. "Babe, I've NEVER had a better blowjob in my life. I'd take you back to my room and fuck you if I didn't have a 10 AM flight out. You're a cummy mess!" He said. "I sure am!" I replied. I walked the 2 blocks back to my guesthouse wearing only the cum that covered my back and neck.