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No rest for the wicked

Cleanup on Aisle 9 I hadn't heard anything from Dragonboy after getting busted by the head doorman. I started heading out at different times to check each of the other doormen out but none had let on they were the admirer of the staircase video. I needed to get a few things from the store and threw on a jock, track pants, a tight fitting tee and the obligatory mask and walked the four blocks to my local grocery store. Just like the past few months, everyone was dressed down except for a few of the older ladies in the neighborhood. While not dressed as well as I was a month before, I still looked better than 90 percent of the other customers. I made my way through the store, collecting everything in my plastic basket until I got to the produce section. After getting stuff for salads and other healthy snacks I eyed a pile of good looking melons. Setting the basket down I pulled one out and checked it over. Several marks on the skin told me it had lived a rough life and to look for another. "No wonder these are on sale, a few more days and these will be in the dumpster" I thought as I picked up my fifth one. What looked really good on top was almost rotten on the bottom and I sunk several fingers on each hand into the overly ripe fruit. "Fuck!" I muttered quietly, but loud enough for several people to turn to stare at me. I looked around and there was nothing to wipe my slimy fingers on. I hooked my arm under the basket and headed off to the restroom. I set the basket down on the floor and pushed the door open with my back, holding my hands up. I backed into the restroom and heard a noise behind me. As I turned, I saw two blond twinks fucking over the toilet. There wasn't a divider between the toilet and the rest of the surprisingly large room, so I could see both of them. Neither looked overly surprised to be caught mid-fuck and they just kept on going. I washed my hands off and then turned my attention to the free porn show. While the top glanced over at me when I went into the room, now that I was looking at them he stared back with a large toothy grin. They both looked pretty vanilla for risking a grocery store bathroom fuck with the door unlocked. Both were unmasked, wearing tee shirts (the bottom's was pushed up almost to his pits) and had the obligatory grey sweatpants pushed down to their knees. While I could picture them at a dance club in more normal times, here they just looked like your average college or post college twinks. They didn't seem to have any piercings or tats that would give them an edgier look. Hell, even their hair was conservative. The top guy looked to be a couple inches taller than the bottom but that was about the end of their differences, except that the top was a lot more aggressive. "Damn, you're hot" he said as he kept pounding the shorter one. When I looked closer, the bottom had a butt plug stuffed in his mouth. The top kept drilling the bottom as he looked at me. "With that bulge you gotta be packing... I'd love to watch you fuck my boyfriend" he said. The bottom looked over with a worried look on his face, but didn't say anything. "Nah, that's probably a bad idea" I said as I finished wiping my hand off on the paper towel before tossing it in the trash can. As I turned to leave the top said "Come on dude... He's only had white dick and not a lot of it. Show him what he's missing. He's already lubed with one load..." I stopped and waited a moment and he begged "Breed him... you won't regret feeling this tight hole around your cock." I thought about it a second more, flicked the lock on the door and walked over to the two of them. The top guy pulled his dick out of the bottom and I watched a small glob of cum drip on to the floor. After pulling my tee off, I tossed it on the floor behind me and pushed my track pants down a bit to let the top see my bulging jock. "Fuck" he said. He didn't have anything to be ashamed of with his still hard seven inches poking straight out of his body, slick with spit and cum. "Pull it out and suck it" I said. His boyfriend was still bent over with his hands braced on the wall as he strained his neck to look back and see his boyfriend sink to his knees. "I... I... I don't normally suck dick" the top protested, but still got in position in front of me. He pulled the pouch back and let my partially hard dick fall out of the side. He gasped and then said "Holy fuck!" The bottom let out a whimper as he watched his boyfriend reveal my semi-hard cock and freshly filled balls. "Mmmm, uncut too" the top muttered quietly as he pulled my foreskin back. The way his lips and tongue started to work my cock told me that despite his comment about not sucking dick, he had done a lot of it. Once he got my cock fully hard, I jabbed my shaft into the back of his throat and made him gag. I jabbed my dick a couple more times before pulling my stiff cock out and slapped it across his cheek. My intent was solely to make sure he knew he wasn't the alpha anymore. I stepped closer to the bottom who was now nervously shaking. I laid a hand on the bottom's left butt and told the top "On your knees, over here" pointing to a spot on the floor. "I want you to see how a real cock fucks and knocks up your boyfriend." I didn't spit or add any type of lube to my cock or the bottom's hole. The cum and spit he had gotten before was all he needed. I heard the bottom mumble something around the butt plug in his mouth. I thought I knew what he said and replied "Condom? Do I look like I got a condom on me? Besides, your boyfriend wants to see me breed you and I can't do that with a condom on." At this point, I had my foreskin pulled back and the precum and spit covered cock head nestling into his cum soaked hole. It was picture perfect and I should have pulled out my phone and snapped a shot of my thick, dark cock about to squeeze past the puffy red ring surrounded by his pale, hairless white ass. He was tight and while he had been taking his boyfriend's cock easily when I walked in, three things conspired to make it this tight - there was time for his hole to contract while his boyfriend sucked me, his nervousness and his boyfriend's cock was considerably thinner than mine. It would fit eventually but not without some discomfort. I pushed in and after a several seconds the head started to descend. The top's eyes were glued on me and I knew he couldn't see my cock enter his boyfriend even when he stretched and craned his neck. I could have let him stand, but I wanted him to know he was my beta and his place was on his knees. The bottom cried out behind the plug gagging his mouth and his body shook more vigorously but I kept going. Once the head slipped past the outer ring I paused. I could hear him pant and in a usual fuck I would tell his boyfriend to give him some poppers. But this wasn't a bathhouse or a bedroom and I figured that any poppers would already be out if they had them. Giving more pressure, my cock slowly pressed inside, inch by inch. "You can do it babe" came the encouraging words from the top. I ignored him and drove in deeper until I hit a barrier sooner than I expected. The sounds from the bottom were a little more strident now as I pushed a little harder without getting anywhere. I worked my hips a bit, getting my cock to massage the inner ring and after a minute felt him start to open up. One quick thrust planted the last of my cock deep inside him and generating a loud groan. "Shhh. Keep quiet or I'll give you a reason to scream" I scolded him. The top was now stroking his cock as he watched me, my raw, poz cock buried inside his boyfriend's ass. With the groaning down to a softer level, my cock withdrew about half way and then plunged back in. He stifled his groan this time and I picked up the pace. His hole felt good with his boyfriend's load coating my dick and getting churned up, no doubtedly getting pushed deeper than it ever had. The top stroked with my pace. The faster I plowed the faster he tugged on his dick. When I slowed down, he did too. "You better not waste any of your cum on the floor" I told him and he nodded quickly and replying quietly "Yes, sir." As much as I wanted to keep driving into the bottom's silky hole all day, I knew I needed to get out before we were discovered. My strokes got longer and before long the bottom felt almost the entire length of my shaft as my hips planted themselves on his ass. With my orgasm starting to rise, I slammed in and ground my hips on his now sweaty ass. When I did it the second time, my balls told me they weren't waiting any longer. Based on the groan from the bottom guy, he felt my cock start to swell inside him and knew he was about to get bred. All I got was a short little final thrust as I began to spew my toxic cum deep inside him. After two shots, I felt his own orgasm take over and his outer ring milked the viral cream from my balls and I pulled back a few inches. "Take it bitch... feel my seed fill you up?" I asked him as he heaved and gasped followed by a sultry moan. We stood there a few moments after both of had shot our last spurt. I looked down and the top's eyes were wide open and his hands were away from his cock. Looking over the floor, I made sure that the top hadn't dumped his own load before I patted the bottom on the shoulder and said "Hungry bitch aren't you?" and got a muffled "Mmmhmm." Turning back to the top, I said "On your feet. I don't want him to lose any of my seed and you're going to fuck it in." He nodded and when he moved closer I slowly pulled my cock out. There was a sheen on my dick and some froth matting my pubes down. It was tempting to make the top clean me off but I wanted to see him stuff his dick into the bug filled soup inside his boyfriend. I moved to the side of them and looked down. He had no problem sliding back into the stretched out hole, aided by the mixture of our loads. His pale, thin cock tentatively pushed in, both of us watching it disappear. The top let out a moan as he bottomed out. I grinned, knowing he had no clue what was now coating his cock. When he didn't start to fuck his boyfriend right away, I told him "Come on... fuck him. I know you got another load in ya." Licking a pair of my fingers, I reached down and squeezed one into the tops hole and curled it into a hook. Tugging gently, he got the hint and slowly pulled back and then plowed into the bottom. I added a second finger and felt him fuck himself back on them and then drive back into his boyfriend. I let him fuck about a minute and then moved behind him. My cock was still rock hard and ready to find another hole to defile. He gasped when I pulled my fingers free from his ass and then yelled out "Fuck! No!" when the tip of my cock touched his hole. I dripped some spit on his ass, just above my cock, when he bottomed out again inside his boyfriend. My hand grabbed the back of his neck and I pushed my dick hard. When it didn't go in, I let up and did it again. My hand snaked its way around and covered his mouth as I gave a harder thrust and breached the entrance. "Damn, you're tight" I snarled into his ear as he yelled out. When his protests died down, my hand moved back and grasped the back of his neck. "FUCK! NO! I'm not a bottom!" he cried out. "You're both my bitches now. I want your ass and I'm gonna get it" I whispered into his ear. My other hand wrapped around his stomach and I pulled us back a few inches, leaving him only half inserted into his boyfriend. "Fuck yourself on my dick" I commanded. It took a few seconds but he started to do as he was told. Between him getting used to my girth and the precum that was dripping into his chute, the pains in his moans started to disappear. A few minutes later, I started to rock my hips and we got into a good motion. A few times I would slam into him, pinning him between his boyfriend and me. When he sped up I knew he wasn't going to last much longer and sure enough I soon felt his ass spasm around my cock as he dumped another probably neg load into his boyfriend. With him planted into the bottom, I kept plowing his hole. I never did get all the way in, but it didn't matter. His virgin or nearly virgin hole was now a wrecked and fertile chute, ready to accept my bug inside him forever. I held off, hearing him cry out in pain again as my shaft slammed in repeatedly, digging into as many directions as it could. I heard a page over the intercom in the store and remembered I needed to finish up. I drilled faster and finally let my balls have the release they so badly wanted. If anything, the shots were stronger than when I bred his boyfriend and I knew the top guy felt it when he cried out "Oh fuck!" Ropes of hot jizz filled him up and it was a big load which I could feel around my shaft. I bent him over his boyfriend and gave a few final humps. My sweaty chest was firmly against the top's back and his chest was on the bottom's back. I reached around and pulled the plug from the bottom's mouth, feeling it scrape on his teeth. "Mmmm, should be the right size. It will hold my juice in" I thought looking at the spit covered plug. I pushed it into the top's hole just as I pulled my cock out. I even caught some of the dark cum with it and forced it back where it belonged. "Hope it takes. Never enough charged tops around" I thought. He let out a yelp when the plug's widest part locked itself inside him. "Leave it in a while" I told them as my hand grasped his neck and gave it a firm squeeze. Moving back over to the sink, I grabbed a few paper towels and wiped my dick off. While there was a little brown on it, I saw enough red to know he was going to be receptive to my special sauce. The two of them were still frozen in the same position, no doubt coming to grips with what just happened. I stayed quiet as I tucked my cock back into the jock, grabbed my tee and dressed back up. My mask was pretty moist from my heavy breathing, but still properly covering my nose and mouth. "That's my idea of a safe fuck" I thought to myself. Unlocking the door, I smiled back at them and gave out a short sinister laugh. "Hope you're on PrEP" I said back to them as I walked out the door. There were only a few things I still needed to get and thankfully no one had walked off with my basket. Calmly, I walked through the store picking up the last items on my list and checked out. I walked out of the store and made it half a block away when I heard a noise behind me and saw two guys running out of the store and look up and down the street. The colors of their clothes matched the sweats and tees the twinks were wearing, so I ducked down the alley to get back to my place without having to answer fifty questions from my latest fucks.

Hello -( I was late teens )think my Dad and my Uncle / his brother had a idea with me for a 2 week visit - my uncle ( 42 yrs old ) and cousin ( 20 years old ) are gay . They live down south in a small 2 bed room house - in the back country ! They were Happy to see me and settled down moving my clothes in - was told going to a party that night - had a few beers - chatting - having fun . The Party was for Real - young Males and Girls - swimming - drinking - lots of fun - got drunk a bit - went back to the house - took some aspirin or thought - next morning felt sore between my legs . Having Breakfast , my Uncle cooking , drinking orange juice / spiked - then relaxing in the HOT tube - soon my cousin got naked - had a j.o. session . Another party that night but just guys - 1 thing or another - naked - dicks hanging - j.o. sessions - smoking pot - Damn it was HOT action - stroking - sucking my cousin dick . Back at the House - was given some aspirin and soon I was knocked out - again - I woke up - felt I been used again - my cunt hole was wet . Seems like it was a steady diet of sex and cum action - been there several times with my buds for several years - did not mind . This time at the Hot tube both my cousin and I were naked - playing each other - smoking some weed . My Uncle came out with a Jug of juices to drink - he was naked - looked like a huge , hairy bear with a monsterious dick - ugly and huge uncut head . He sat down my the Hot tube - filling up the glasses of juice - rolled a fat joint - sprinkle some powder - lite it up - told me to come to him - my cousin grabbed my hips - pushing - then drinking - took several hits on the joint - and feeling my cousin dick up my crack . Inches away from my Uncle dick from my face - telling me to suck it - did so - smoking - drinking - I felt I need him - he took control of me - willing - anxious to Pleasing them - they had control ! Smoking a joint had me high - week - anxious to Please - they were giving me commands - I was doing it - their friends came in - got naked too - a Fuck fest ! Late at night , guys left and now just my cousin and my uncle - they were double teaming me - fucking me raw - craving - could not quit - smoking joint again - like a rag doll - so much cum - fountain - a whore . Got packed and heading home - mother and father happy seeing me - mother went to the grocery store - Dad asking questions about vacation - he started rubbing his crotch - talking about the party's and hot tub action . He unzipping his pants and saying ," Is my dick bigger than my brother dick ?" Holy Shit ! Just as Big as my Uncle - could not refuse - reached out touching - sucking - wanted him inside my cunt hole ! We were together for several months - mom caught us - gotten a divorced - mom started dating black guys with huge black dicks !

My married buddy texted me this morning waiting a blow job. I told him to cum over. Usually I just get on my knees, unbutton his jeans, get his cock out and suck him to completion. Today Was determined to strip him naked. I took my time, teased his cock and finally he was naked. He sat on my couch and opened his legs, I went to work on his cock and balls. I lifted his legs and he slid down, I planted my tongue in his asshole and he started to protest then gave in - he’d never had his hole eaten out before - most straight men haven't. I rimmed him for 20 minutes while he moaned then took his cock deep and sucked him hard till he shot a hot load of sperm in my mouth. Usually he buttons up and bolts for the door but since he was naked he took longer so we chatted. I told him he hade a hot bod and handsome cock and a beaut ass - he seemed pleased to hear that. I said I saw he enjoyed me eating his hole so next time stay for the day or night and I’ll get in deeper and longer before I make him cum in my mouth. I’m gunna get him in my ass in 2021!

I’ve registered for the vaccine. Do I have doubts or am I a bit anxious for the possible side effects? Yes for sure. However, I am fed up with the pandemic and all of its consequences. I want to get back my previous life with cruising bars, saunas, travelling, flying, etc. I don’t want the fear because I participated in an orgy but I have to contact other people in my life like old friends or friends with other serious but itself not dangerous illnesses. I’m a responsible person and I have to think the part of my life besides my private life. Taking Prep, I don’t care about STIs. It’s my business. But must take care the people who don’t have choice in contacting me and became sick because of my careless promiscuous life style.

I have had Covid, I ended up in hospital with Pneumonia and Blood clots on my lungs as a result of the infection, this was back in April and I still have coughing fits and shortness of breath now. I may be HIV Positive but I am undetectable and was relatively healthy. This can hit anyone at anytime. Should the option arise I will be taking the vaccine.

Ive met my anonymous breeder about 6 times now (he loves daddies)...Yesterday he hit me up early afternoon wanting an immediate meet but as i hadnt douched out i declined and said id be ready early evening..he said he couldnt manage then..so fast forward to early evening - im douched by then...My anon breeder hits me up asking if im free as he can make it afterall - i immediately said yes and invited him round for our usual session. He advertises as age 29 or 26 on two separate profiles...he is around 5ft 11 and slim....i dont know what he looks like but he smells nice (its totally anon meets)......He likes the lights out and me naked ass up ready for him....I leave the door unlocked for him to walk in.......We dont talk or acknowledge each other. My phone pings with a msg saying he is outside....i replied come in and got myself on bed.......30 secs later the house door opens as he lets himself in and i hear him come down the hall to find me in bedroom.....i hear him unzip as he shoves 2 fingers inside my douched hole.....he rubs the tip of his 8" on my hole and stuffs it in me to the balls....i let out a moan and he starts pounding non stop very hard for around 5 mins and i feel a final forceful thrust as he squirts a huge load inside me...........he holds still for a bit then withdraws,zips up and leaves. Ive held his cum inside me all night since then to let it be absorbed and this morning just a small drop leaked........My hole feels very buttery and soft today and it smells absolutely amazing..........Im going back online to see if i can get another load today from someone - anyone :)

It can be difficult to set something like that up randomly, even through the “party” announcements on apps like BBRTS. The conventional wisdom is that you should expect only about 25% of the guys who say they’re going to come to actually show, so if you wanted 20 guys you’d have to round up 80 commitments - and that’s not going to happen. Your best bet starting out is to visit a bathhouse or sex club in a larger metro area, or a busy gay campground in the high season, or attend a very specialized event like Fickstuttenmart in Berlin, and try to put yourself in positions where you’ll get heavily used. If you’re lucky you might also find a Dominant Top interested in lining up guys to fuck you, but these men are very uncommon. More importantly, if you’ve just lost your virginity and just taken your first two or three cocks, then I have to tell you that you are nowhere near ready to take an all-night fucking by 20 men. Or ten. Or probably even four. I know it sounds hott and something deep inside you craves to be the object of the lust of so many men, but a gangbang is a violent, painful, brutal ordeal for any bottom, and the more Tops that are involved, the greater the likelihood that the use will become extreme. I’m a trained sexual service submissive. I’ve been gang-fucked by more than 30 men in a matter of hours. I’ve taken more than 20 cocks on multiple occasions. It took me a while to build up the endurance to do that, and I can only do it in part because my training involved a certain amount of sexual torture that conditioned me to accept discomfort. In a large gangbang situation, you’re in the control of a group of masculine, powerful men who are in their rut, and they are not going to stop if you suddenly decide you’ve had enough. And if that just makes it sound hotter, that’s proof that you’re not ready. There’s no need to rush - the world is full of cock, and the beautiful thing is that no matter how often it cums, it’s inevitably going to need to do it again, and soon. Take your time learning all the things a cock can do in your hole, and all the ways you can please a cock with your hole. Train yourself gradually to be the sexual athlete you aspire to be, so you can both avoid getting hurt, and enjoy the ride.

Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear 🙂

New Year’s Eve Is Cumming And I Have Cum Filled Weekend Planned!!! I Feel Like A Kid Waiting On Santa Claus! I Can’t Wait For All The Cum I Can Ever Want!

awesome fuck from a hung young lad last night

Twinkguy and another bottom getting fucked

Also, they would probably be barred from attending public school and universities. It's that way for a number of diseases now.

Oh Yes ! Either Cunt or Pussy is OK with me ! My Mother in her 30's , Divorced , telling us kids ( 3 Girls and me ) if we have Sex - do it in the house - not in the back seat of the car . Even Mommy needs some Dick ! I learn by seeing and what happens in Sex ! I learned by a male couple , 1 Black / Big Stud and 1 Fem White male , the difference in Sexual habits . I being raised by females and in my late teens meeting a fem boy near 30's was very exciting - toys - dildos - shaving smooth - smoking - lip stick - weed - and learning stretching my cunt hole. Admiring Rosebuds - Prolapse holes - my cunt has a hunger - developing - more and more . Desiring Cum loads - I want my cunt hole wrecked and Beautiful Cunt Lips ! Stretch me until it is bleeding - more - more - Please - show me Poz Cunt Wholes !

I was started on a 9” then went to my first ltr with a 10”. I have had every size in me. I really don’t have a preference. I think if you are a man and know how to use it you are good with me. I am a sloppy bottom however. I don’t know if smaller men like sloshing around in my big cunt. Lol.

I was at a Fked sex party at Club 120 in Toronto. A few guys had fucked me bareback but noone had bred me. A very outgoing young sexy guy wearing only a harness started to play with me. After he fucked me for a bit he said he needed to piss. His eyes lit up when I suggested he just piss in me. We moved to where he could bend me over a fuck bench and he gathered some of his pals around to watch. When he was done somebody grabbed a plastic garbage pail and I was egged on to let the piss out into the pail.

Merry Christmas! I am not a writer (finance majors), so I apologize if some of the writing is stunted and at times forced. This website is my first time writing and I will try to improve my writing over the course of the next few parts and subsequent other stories. Until then, I hope you enjoy and let me know if you like the story. Cheers. Part 5 Baxter Sloan 3 years ago One of the best feelings in the world to wake up to is getting your pecker sucked first thing in the morning. I had woken up to Sam nursing on my dick, and good boy that he was, he was happy to oblige when I grabbed his hair and pushed myself into his throat. He choked and gagged but he persevered. I had to make sure my dick was covered with enough throat slime before I asked Sam to climb on top and ride me like a good boy. He set his ass down on my cock and swallowed it slowly, before riding it in full throttle. I was enjoying the feeling of my cock in warm boy pussy when my phone rang. Without breaking the fun, I grabbed my phone and picked it up, while Sam kept riding me. "Sloan Plumbing, how can I help ya?" "Hi Baxter, right?" a deep voice asked from the other end. "Yeah, who's this?" "My name is Floyd Turnpike. I am the county chief, moved here a few weeks back." "Okay Mr Turnpike, what can I do for ya?" "I am having a party tonight with some of the men in town, just a simple meet and greet. I'd like for you to come." This was weird. Why was the police chief inviting me? I had heard about him, big ass fucker who'd made many of the women in town blush but hadn't seen him yet. Not one to turn down a party offer I accepted. "Good, I'll see you tonight Baxter." When I disconnected, Sam saw the look of surprise on my face. I told him who it was and he blushed on hearing the Chief's name. "Dad, he's so hot. I saw him outside the store a couple days back. Fuck dad, he's the biggest guy I have ever seen." With that picture in mind, I came in my son's asshole. --- When I made it to Chief's house that evening, there were a few cars parked outside. His house was in the outskirts of town and looked fancy. There was an electronic gate and the property was surrounded by a 9 feet tall wall. Clearly a man of wealth. After parking my car, I made my way inside. The second I stepped in, I felt more out of place than I had ever been. The people inside comprised of some of the most rich and powerful people in the county. The mayor, business owners, council members, cops- anyone with even a little power in the fucking county was there. It made my appearance there even more confusing. “There you are,” a deep baritone voice hollered at my direction before the Chief’s big frame landed in front of me. Sam was right, this guy was massive. The body of a man who had spent many an hour at the gym, he was big in all the places. A big brown beard covered his face, which alongside his bald head, made him look intimidating and sexy. His chest was huge, meaty and protruding with strength and muscle, his gut was round but strong. Below, his thighs were like tree trunks and despite his best effort, I could see the big bulge he was packing. “Thanks for inviting me uh, Chief”, I said not really sure of what to call him. “No problem, really wanted to meet ya. Heard a lot about you Bax,” he said with a slight smirk. The fact that he had heard about me was weird, the added smirk told me there was more to it than what was being implied. “Good things, I hope,” I replied to his (assumed) innuendo. “We’ll see,” he responded. He leaned over until his mouth was near my ear and whispered, “stay back when this is over, need to talk.” Saying so, he left and joined the crowd. For the next 2 hours, I roamed around the crowd trying to make small talk. I hate small talk so eventually, I went out to the deck and lit myself a smoke. The deck was empty and was a nice place to relax and let the scotch do its work. The sight of the chief plopped into my head, his massive hairy frame stoking the bottom in me. I consider myself a versatile top. While I have fucked my fair share of ass, I have rarely ever taken cock. Only thrice in my life have I bent over and let a guy dick me- my high school coach, my ex-wife’s uncle at our wedding and a big trucker at a highway rest stop. I had a type that I bottomed to- they had to be big in frame, hairy and most importantly, make my ass twitch. The Chief ticked all those boxes. He reminded me of a guy I followed on Twitter “PozL8rDad”, who claimed to be poz and a police officer. That guy had a massive dick with an ampallang, and I had blown many a load to his pictures. By now, I was completely zoned out and hadn’t realized just how late it was until I felt something touching my ass. I turned around and saw the Chief standing, a big cigar stuck in his mouth and a glass full of scotch. He was wearing a robe and standing right behind me. What I had assumed was his hand on my ass, turned out to be his hard cock poking through his robe! I looked at him, only to be met with a sly smile plastered on his face. Buzzed, I kept staring, unsure of what to do or say. He took a big drag of his cigar, let the smoke cook in his lungs for a few seconds before blowing it towards me. I took a deep breathe, taking in the rich, smoky smell of his gar, arousal shooting from my nose to my lungs and straight to my dick. “Suck” I didn’t hesitate. A mix of being buzzed and horny for this bear, I kneeled down and got to work. I started by sniffing his cock, enjoying the thick musky smell mixed with a little piss and cum. The foreskin stretching over his head was thick and I started by running my tongue over it. The taste of salty precum hit my tongue as I licked and kissed his cock through his foreskin. I slipped my tongue inside, to feel the head of the cock, only to feel something metallic and bumpy on the head. Upon pulling back the skin, I saw the sight of a beautiful ampallang on the head, coated in a slime of his precum. I licked the shaft, before taking it in my mouth. I looked up at him, only to see him looking back with a smirk, like I was a conquest for him. His cock was thick and long. I am a big guy down there but his was huge. I could barely manage half of it in my mouth before choking. Not one to back down, I pushed myself to take more and succeeded in taking about 3/4th. By now, he had taken a seat on one of the chairs on the deck, while I was on my knees in front of him. After a few minutes of sucking, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me up for a kiss. We made out like horny teenagers, making a slobbering, sloppy mess as our tongues fought for dominance and spit flew to and fro from each other’s mouths. While we were making out, he had pulled my pants and briefs down, leaving me completely naked waist down with my pants around my ankles. His hands made their way to my hairy dad ass, grabbing, squeezing and kneading them. As our kiss got more aggressive, his hands edged closer to my asshole before I felt a finger circling the ring. He ran it around the hole, teasing me and relaxing me, for what we both knew was to come. I had assumed he was about to slip his finger inside, but instead, he pulled back from our kiss and told me to strip and bend over the chair. I pulled off my clothes fast, and got in position, my naked ass visible towards Chief. He got in position, slipping his cock between my ass cheeks and sliding it there. For the next minute, that’s all he did, just sliding it up and down. Occasionally, when the cock would slide over my hole, he would thrust just to work me over. And by now, I was in heat, needing that huge cock up my hole. “Fuck me already.” I knew not asking him to slip a finger first or rimming me would cause penetration to hurt but it was way worse than I had imagined. When he pushed inside, my insides would not open for him and the relative dryness of my ass was making things work. “Put some lube on man, it won’t slide in,” I said, clenching my teeth in pain. He leaned over, the head of his cock in my ass, until his mouth was next to my ear. “Is that so?” He pushed. Hard. In one go. My ass felt like it was being ripped apart and a scream escaped my mouth. But he acted first and put a hand over my mouth, muffling it. I struggled to get him off, but his grip was strong. Having pushed his monster 10inch dick up my ass in one go, he stayed still to let me adjust. He kissed the nape of my neck, ran his tongue over my earlobes, his fingers squeezed and played with my nipples- everything possible to get me in the mood. When the pain subsided, he slowly started to pull out. It still hurt but it was not as bad as when he was going in. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving the tip inside my ass. “Bingo,” was all he said, before he started pushing back in. I had no clue what he had meant by that, but the pain was back. It was dulling with every thrust, giving way to pleasure. My ass had been out of commission for years now, but I was remembering just how good it felt to get fucked by a nice thick cock. He was taking his time, letting me get used to his massive cock, sliding in and out slowly. A few minutes later, the pain had died down. By now, I was into it and was ready to be fucked. I pushed back against him, pushing him deeper. Taking the cue, he really started to fuck, going hard and deep. He wasn’t fucking hard, instead going for deep, hard thrusts and it was a lot more fun that way. The deck was filled with the sound of our grunts and moans, two middle-aged men fucking and rutting the way nature intended. “I have wanted that ass for a long time,” Chief said between thrusts. “Fuck Chief, you feel good.” “Yeah, I’ll bet. In a moment, you’re gonna fucking love my cock all the more.” “Yeah, why’s that?” He leaned in to whisper into my ear, “You’ve been after my cock for years now, doesn’t it feel good to have it up your ass.” What was this guy talking about? I had known him for a few hours. “Confused, Baxtor? You don’t recognize PozL8rDad from Twitter? You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” HOLY FUCK! This was the guy I had been following for years. Yeah he was hot as fuck but this was crazy. Now that he had mentioned it, I could see the resemblance. The beefy body, the hot thick cock, the hair- it was all adding up. But my momentary disbelief turned to fear as I remembered something else about him. He was poz. I was not. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he locked his arms around my waist and pulled me in, pushing himself further. “I saw your comments, your tweets, retweets. All that hot poz stuff you like. This is what you want, isn’t it?” I was conflicted. I had never admitted this to anyone but I had a huge poz fetish for decades. I never acted on it as this is a small town and I am a dad. But part of me had always wanted this, to be pozzed, diseased, free… “Let it happen Baxter, let it happen,” the Chief said quietly. “You have wanted this for so long, don’t deprive yourself of what you want. What you need.” Was I ready for this? To be poz, to live with a disease. It was wrong but at the same time, why did it feel so right? I could stop him right now and leave. That would be the smart thing to do. But I didn’t want to do the smart thing. I wanted to do what I had wanted for so long. And I could have it from the guy I had jerked off to. My lust overtook my rationality, and I eased up my hole. Taking that as his cue, Chief plunged fast and started rabbit fucking me. He was fucking me with purpose, and it showed in his thrusts. It was animalistic, brutal and fucking hot. “I am close Baxtor, tell me you want it.” “I want it Chief.” “Tell me what you want.” “I want your cum.” “You can do better.” “Fuck Chief, I want your poz cum. I need it.” “You want me to convert you? Make you my poz son? Be your poz dad” “Fuck yeah Chief, poz me up.” “Call me dad, son. Tell dad you want his poz cum.” “Give me your poz cum dad. Your son needs your poz cum.” The Chief thrusted one final time and with a loud grunt, I felt his body shake. He was cumming, shooting his hot, viral load up my hole. My prostate was on fire and the heat of his cum, made me jerk my dick off twice before I unloaded on the chair. When he was finally done, he kissed my neck and just stood there, his dick lodged in my ass. Both of us were grasping for breath, gaining our senses after the mind blowing fuck that had just happened. When he went soft and pulled out, he pushed his finger in immediately and fucked me for a few second, preventing the load from falling out. When he was done, he put on his robe and handed me my clothes. I wore them in silence while he lit up another cigar. When I was done dressing up, he kissed me and told me to drive safe. I was a little pissed but more than that, I felt dirty. I had taken his poz load, I had told him I was his poz son and he could not care less. Not one to fight, I started to head towards my car and go home. Before I could get in, he came over and hollered at me. I turned around, hiding the hurt in my face, to hear what he wanted to say. “You have a few days, maybe 3-4 days when you can get yourself treated. I have a highly toxic load so if you don’t want this to happen, you gotta act fast. If you change your mind and decide to embrace it, let me know. We have a lot to discuss.” “Discuss what?” “Your future Baxtor. This was only the first step. I have plans and it starts with you.” He came closer until there was a pencil’s distance between us. “I hope you embrace it, son.” Saying so, he kissed me before turning and walking back home, leaving me out in the cold night, confused, conflicted and horny, with an ass full of hot poz bear cum.

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

Queer, isn't it, that both Father and Son are Gay? Queerer still is that the two of them have sex, and at least one of them is POZ. Daddy recently discovered he had the Bug—thought it happened on a business trip. He was taking it quite well, but hadn't told his family yet, and hadn't started Meds. Ideal candidate for a Stealth Pozzer or what? He told me about it while we were chatting after I'd fucked him with my new PA. He was hot for it, and it was my obligation to oblige. It's funny he opened up to me in more ways than one, but shut up abruptly when Son got home. I'd screwed Junior before—but never at their house. Junior recognized me immediately; and, after he got over the initial shock of seeing me with good old Dad, got a glint of Lust in those baby blues. To avoid putting Junior in harm's way, Dad had abstained from screwing him of late. Be that as it may, a guy has to look out for his interests; and I had an agenda for both Dad and Son. I got the Kid's attention by playing with myself and massaging his and Daddy's privates as we talked. It wasn't long before the Little Slut went down on me. Meanwhile I licked and fingered Daddy's Piss Slit to get him oozing once again. Pretty soon the stage was set. I moved behind the Boy and started rimming his sweet Ass while he sucked Daddy off. The Kid seemed as anxious to try out my new PA as Daddy had. I worked my Shaft in him and really started plowing his Ass—really pounding him—till telltale blotches of Blood and Shit began to polka dot my Cock. Reluctantly I turned my attention back to Daddy-O again. As I fucked Dad, I aimed his Turgid Rod at Sonny's silken Cheeks. Dad didn't buy into it at first, bucked back a lot, and almost overpowered me as I fought to keep him sandwiched between his progeny and me. Suddenly he let out a gasp; his resistance dropped to nil; and he was screwing Junior of his own volition and free will. I could tell the way his Ass Muscles clenched around my Dick, Daddy-O was getting close. To cinch the deal I whispered in his ear, "Yeah, Daddy, fuck that Ass! You know some Dude is bound to POZ his Butt. Better if it cums from you. Same Strain… same Meds.... Here’s your chance to help your Boy. Seems like you'd be savin' him a lot of grief if you were to POZ his Ass." You could see a Battle Royale in progress between Prudence and his Dick, but Fucking and gettin' Fucked simultaneously will tip the scales every time. His Ass Muscles spasmed violently as a tidal wave of Toxin spewed up the Boy's NEG Cunt. Falling victim to his own concupiscence, Daddy-O collapsed beside his Son. Maybe he was sated, but I hadn't had my fill. I rammed my Rod back in the Kid, grinding Daddy's Noxious Venom into Sonny Boy's Ass Walls—until I, too, contributed my Jizm to the Brew. Meanwhile the oblivious Young Man shot his NEG Spooge all over Dad and me. We lay together contemplating the enormity of what we'd done. While there is nothing better than breeding a NEG Cunt, converting a POZ Stud to a GIFT GIVER is a laudable pursuit. Just the possibility that Daddy may have POZZED his Faggot Son makes me want to shoot.

Your stories are amazing. Well written, balanced, and with a warmth that leaves the reader wondering, "is this the author's imagination, personal experience, or somewhere in between?"

i get my first shot on Wednesday at the end of my shift. Most of the nurses i work with at the hospital post their reaction to the vaccine on FB, so far no one i work with has had any severe response, most just a sore arm that resolves in <24 hours. Some fatigue, but hey, we are nurses working 13 hour shifts in a stressful environment, fatigue comes with the job lol.

I agree. I can’t get off to amateur porn or anything with condoms.

You have to remove the extra yourself. It just takes a moment. Then you should write a story. I don't mind helping clean up well-intentioned messes. It's just when people are assholes about things (taking personal offense at infractions, feeling the need to personally abuse me, repeating behavior they have been warned about, ...) that it gets under my skin.

My late husband broke through my resistance to the word "pussy." He simply would not allow me to set it as a limit. I am glad he did because there have been several exceedingly hot men since then who loved using the word, and it would probably have been a deal breaker before him. I still don't care much for "cunt" because I have the same emotional response to that word most people in the USA have. It is one of the most extreme swear words to me. It implies revulsion and contempt. That said, when a guy is using it in bed, I know that's not what he means. Still, it takes me out of the moment. I really prefer "hole" or "butthole" or "asshole." I have a really hot, young online friend who likes to use "shitter." I fail to see the erotic appeal of that term, but it doesn't particularly bother me.

Dick size doesn’t matter that much to me but I actually prefer a smaller one. Im actually more into the size of a guy’s ballsack. A huge set of testicles gets me doing like nothing else does.

My profile name aside, you should never feel ashamed of using it for a compliment! 🙂

Today I had a guy ask me for pics, which I sent, then he said, “Any recent pics?” But the ones I had sent him were already recent pics. I don’t know why he simply assumed they weren’t. I told him so, but he dithered around until my ass got tapped by someone more resolute and he lost his chance at a warm, wet hole. Thanks for pointing that out; I was wondering where the function had gone. Unfortunately, it’s time-limited and after a few minutes the post is set.

Damn... wish I could use my tongue on that hole 👅 😈💦

Birthday gift to me and lifelong gift to him

Go for it as every writer will but A different perspective on it just make in the end they become POZ.

I haven’t caged myself yet. But I have been very disciplined and haven’t played with my dick for 11 days now. I had my first ever anal orgasm while cunting myself with my toys at the weekend. Just like you guys said, cum just came oozing out of my soft cock and seeping through my jock. And the best thing was, it didn’t kill my horniness like a penile orgasm did. This is the best thing ever because it means I can stop being afraid of cumming and can serve men for as long as they need me to now. So happy I tried this, I can’t believe it was so simple!

There’s no such thing as “no limits”, or if there is, I’ve never seen it. There are those of us, me included, who have few hard limits, but we do have some. Then there’s softer limits, which for me are things I don’t really like doing, even to please a top, but deep down I want them to be pushed. A sub wants to feel used and degraded, and that’s not going to happen if you just have the kind of sex you totally enjoy, however rough or kinky.

I have fantasized about sucking my father's dick from a young age. He always walked around naked. His huge thick flacid uncut dick. He was always proudly showing it off. I loved watching him piss. The smell was intoxicating. I always remember thinking that's what mine will smell like when I am a man.

I wake up every morning thinking about how much I love sucking my fathers big meaty 9 inch cock

CHAPTER 1 A local university has a humanities building that I heard has a reputation for a certain rest room being “festive”. I found a map of the campus, located the building, and looked for parking. One of the saddest features about this university is that parking is at an extreme premium on all days at all times. Parking permits are required almost everywhere which required a little reconnoitering on my part. Luckily, I did find a handful of spaces not too far from the building for visitors. I entered the building walking around the first floor until I found a stairwell. I went up to the second floor. As I opened the door and stepped out into the hall, I glanced around and with great fortune had come out diagonally to the men’s room for which I was looking. I opened the door finding there was an inner door as well. I opened it and went in. I stood there momentarily glancing around to get my bearings. To the left were several lavatories and urinals in a room. To the right were several stalls. A couple of men were at urinals separated by the typical unused urinal between them. (Fearful heterosexuals no doubt.) I nonchalantly moved to the right. I noted that the first two stalls had feet in them and doors closed presumably locked. I moved down the line finding the remaining three stalls empty. I went in five, locked the door, unzipped my shorts, dropped them to my ankles, and took my seat. I had come prepared or at least as prepared as one can be for rest room sex. I was thoroughly cleaned out, had my bottle of lube, and had my balls strapped into my favorite leather strap pulling them down. Now, all that was missing was a pair of feet in a stall next to me. I heard the flushing of two urinals followed by water at lavatories. Paper towels dispensed, hands wiped dry, and departure of the two from the urinals. That left only stalls one and two now. As I sat there, I realized that my bladder was pressing a bit, so I drained a little into my bowl. I sat there thinking that maybe my good reference for this place had been sadly mistaken or that I had come at a decidedly off time. A few minutes more passed when I thought I heard shuffling feet. I strained to hear. Silence. More minutes passed. Then, I heard a definite sound of a metal latch. Immediately, I heard someone pull up pants and zipper, the commode was flushed, a latch unhooked, someone walking, and the inner door opening and closing, and finally the outer door opening and closing. I sat on my commode in silence. I looked down and surprisingly my dick was bobbing and leaking. What? Just hearing sounds in a public rest room that all indicated that men had completed their business? I smiled at my silly self. Then, I noticed that my last rest room companion was moving around. I tuned in. I thought I heard him quietly unlatching his door. I focused on listening but heard nothing until I heard the stall door next to me open and then close with the latch engaged. I noticed a shadow as it backed to the commode sitting down as a pair of shorts hit the floor mostly covering his feet which were in sneakers. We sat there together in silence. I knew we were both there for the same reason; he could only assume I was. Soon, I noticed his shorts bobbing as he began the foot stretching and movements of inquiring as to my intent. I returned the signal of bobbing my foot and scooting it closer to him. Now, there was no doubt as to the intent of either of us. It was now a matter of seeing if we were there for the same reason and for different roles. We sat there a bit more when suddenly a piece of paper was pushed part of the way under the wall. I took it. He asked what I was looking for? I put my hand under the stall and imitated writing. I was handed a pen. (How was I to know writing was going to be required?) I wrote back that I was looking to suck a dick and with luck to get fucked, too. Why lie or beat around the bush? I handed the pen and paper back. I got the note back as I heard my stall neighbor begin to dress. I slowly read the note and then re-read it quickly. “Not here; follow me to a safer place that is more private.” I thought quickly and decided to chance it. I had to hurry. Once away from the building, my stall neighbor stopped to let me catch up. We introduced ourselves. As we walked, he told me that he knew a rest room that was very private. I eyed him as we walked. About six feet tall, broad shoulders, hairy thick arms and legs, tanned, blond hair, hazel eyes, clean shaven, and a slight drawl in his speech. As we neared one of the older buildings on campus, we slowed. He told me we were going in the building together but that inside we would split up. Hmmm. Now, I began to wonder. He told me to slowly walk through the first floor looking at the exhibits until I reached the far side of the building. There would be a set of stairs on my left. Go down them. At the bottom, go through the door that had a pane of glass in it turning right as soon as I was through the door. I was to continue down that hall until I came to a door marked “Men” on it. Go inside and wait. He would follow shortly. We entered the building together, and he waited by the elevator as I continued down the hall looking at the exhibits along the way. I took my time not only looking at the exhibits but also thinking if this was actually a good idea. Obviously, no, it wasn’t. I became apprehensive but continued on until I came to the other end of the building. I was faced with three choices: I could return the way I came and leave campus; I could go out the door now in front of me; or I could continue down the steps on the left and follow through with this walk for a maybe fuck. I hesitated on the last exhibit making up my mind. I glanced around and down the steps I went. I found the door with the pane of glass, went through it, turned right, and found “Men” on a door. I opened it and went inside. I knew why no one came here. This rest room was down a darkened hall which was lined with obvious junk items waiting to be trashed. I wondered when the last time the rest room had been used though it seemed to be clean; well, as clean as a public rest room can be. It was the size of a large walk-in closet perhaps containing two stalls, one urinal, and a lavatory. It was isolated and my apprehension grew. The minutes ticked away. I unhooked my keys slipping the clip into my right rear pocket where I could easily reach for it. Not much but I could use a handful of keys with one as a projectile if needed. My ears perked up as I heard sneakers coming down the hall. I stepped away from the door and waited. There was a light tap and then it opened. My stall neighbor stuck his head in looked around seeing me and grinned broadly. He came in quickly quietly closing the door and locking it. He came up to me and said, “I can bet you are not sure about this, but this is a lot safer and a lot more private.” With that, he pulled his shirt up and over his head, unhooked and unzipped his shorts and stepped out of them. I hesitated but finally followed in stripping. I put my clothes on top of his on the radiator. As I turned around, he stepped up to me. I could feel his dick already hardening pushing upward into my crotch area. He pushed a bit and let it slide up between us as he wrapped his arms around my chest. I wrapped mine around his neck. Our lips met that finally led to wide mouthed spit swapping and tongue wrestling. We kissed for several minutes. He finally pulled his tongue from my mouth and said, “Feel okay now?” I shook my head yes. “Good. Now, we can get serious. I have spent most of the morning trying to find someone to fuck. All they want to do is suck. I need ass,” he said. “You don’t know how much I love to fuck. Thing is, I like it rough. Really hard slam fucking. It gets me going and turns me on hearing how hard I’m hitting a guy’s ass when I’m fucking him. And, if I can hurt a guy when I’m fucking him, that turns me on even more. I guess this might not be what you are looking for.” I looked up at him and grinned. “Well, as long as you don’t break a bone of mine or rip me so much that I need medical attention, that fits on my dance card. I love it hard, deep, and harder still. But, only if you cum in my ass. I can’t stand it when a guy pulls out and shoots on my back. That’s gross and wasteful.” Phil’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You are for real? You seriously love a rough fuck?” “Yes, as long as no hospital is needed,” I said. He laughed and stepped away from me. His dick lowered itself from my body but remained upward curved with its tanned look and now slimy pink head pointed at me. I knelt immediately consuming it almost to the shortly cut pubic hairs. The upward curve was a deterrent for sucking but would be welcomed for a standing fuck.

My only regret is that I didn't start sooner in life. I absolutely love taking cock and wish I hadn't wasted so much time before.

I prefer hairy balls

I am always think it's hot to see the expression on a tops face when he comes into my house and notices the family photos as we go up the stairs. You know the wife and I and the 4 kids over the years, even one with a grandchild. They almost all want to breed me in one of the kids rooms when given the choice. One regular top always wanted to hear about how I would squeeze his cum out my ass, let it run down my balls and then fuck it into her. He always said it would be hot for her to get pregnant that way, but it never happened.

I’ve done sonething similar but different . I’ve returned home after being bred by a dominant top to then kiss my wife and fuck her in our bed. All while having a freshly fucked ass with a large sloppy load deep up there.

The Slut (Part 2 - in progress) Mitch was sitting in the living room, waiting for one of his Dad’s mates from work. He was told, today would be the day to make a new cock ejaculate into his young body. Just the thought of it made him sick. His step-dad expected him to give the guy a great time, like any other good whore would do. He twitched, every time he heard steps at the front door. The red transparent cropped shirt was giving a hint of the two small nipples. His pale ass cheeks were clearly visible, since he wore only small red jocks. On the waistband was the word ‘Slut’ printed over and over again. Suddenly there was the shrilling noise of the doorbell. Mitch almost fell off the couch and started to hyperventilate. He remembered the advices his dad had given him this morning. ‘Stay focused on the cock’ ‘Get into contact with the cock’ ‘Milk the cock’ He got up slowly and walked towards the door, pinching his nipples slightly to get them erected. His heart was beating like a drum. He looked through the spyhole and saw Uncle Brian preparing to ring the bell again, while adjusting his junk in his pants with his other hand. The sharp sound of the bell echoed in Mitch’s head, while he took a last deep breath before opening the door. He didn’t dare to look at Brian’s eyes and heard his deep voice saying ‘Oh – that’s nice…’ “Hello Uncle Brian… please come in?” he invited the man in, who wasn’t related to him by blood, but has been there for him, almost his entire life. Brian stepped inside and turned around to get a better look at Mitch’s backside. The boy slowly closed the door. “Don’t call me Uncle anymore… it doesn’t seem to be appropriate…” he told Mitch. Mitch simply nodded, without raising his glance. He looked instead at the prominent bulge before him and tried to find out, whether his uncle wore his cock to the left or to the right side. He licked his upper lip subconsciously, as he often did, being concentrated at one thing. “My oh my… you really look the part, like a cheap boy whore… very good. Your dad wasn’t lying about that…” Brian mumbled and scanned Mitch’s slim body. Mitch stepped slowly forward and touched Brian’s bump sensitively. He started rubbing the cock through the guys pants, paying attention to the hidden glans. “Losing no time, eh? Good whore…” Brian enjoyed the boy’s slutty behavior. The lad felt the hot, pulsating piece of meat hardening under his touch. Both stood there, not saying a word. Mitch hoped he would wake up and find this was only a bad dream, or that Brian would get a bad conscience and withdraw from his plans. “Oh yeah… get me hard, faggot….” Brian moaned. Every word, was like a slap into the young guys face. “Do you want to come into my room? You can… fuck me there?” Mitch asked sadly. “Sure… go ahead. Lead me into your love cave” Brian answered with a mocking voice. Slowly the boy moved to the stairs. “Pull your ass cheeks apart… I want to see your cunt…” Brian growled in his deep voice. Mitch took a deep breath and reached behind, to pry his ass cheeks apart. Slowly he moved upstairs, when he heard a clinging sound behind him. He turned his head around and saw Brian opening up his belt and pants already, while staring at Mitch’s asshole, following the teenager. “Fuck… such a tight faggot hole... I will rip you apart…” the male behind him moaned. “I will shred you to pieces… Bitch!” he kept on threatening and insulting the poor kid.

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

I`m sure it is hot . To me it is the perfect why to thank the top for fucking me.

So let's be honest men....who actually called the phone number listed?

just back from the heath. in a sling and chained to the fick tree about 20 loads

I concur.

Would have loved to sucked and been fucked by my dad. Sadly he was very homophobic. Craved to be taught how to deep throat cock. I only saw his cock once. CUMing our of the shower. Semi hard. So damn thick.

Chapter 2 When I got back to the Pub at eight the night was dark and the streetlights were on. There was a hum of music coming from the pub but the street was fairly quiet aside from the occasional passing car coming into or out of town. As I walked back down the side alley and through the door I was greeted by the same bunch of stares and smiles as I walked in and up to the bar. A few of the guys from earlier were still there propping up the bar, some looking a little more worse than before. The boss who had interviewed me before was working behind the bar this time, and he greeted me with a big cheer and shouted to all the patrons that I was the new starter tonight. “Be kind and lets break him in gently eh!”. The bar laughed as he lead me into the back. When I walked around the bar to follow him my eyes bulged slightly. Whilst still in the tight dirty white wifebeater, he had now stripped off his shorts and was wearing a tight red BIKE jock strap. Following behind him I could see (and smell) his chunky hairy arse. It was a big size on this tank of a man and was just as hairy as his chest with a thick sightly damp trail right down between cheeks. I was still staring as he turned around and I practically bumped straight into his chest. I apologized quickly as he looked down with his big devilish smile. “Right first let's get you changed,” and without pausing, and finding little resistance in me, for a second time he removed my t-shirt, tossing it onto a nearby beer barrel. “Those too,” he said pointing to my jeans as he watched me nervously peel them down my legs revealing the same jock I had been wearing earlier. “Right, that's a lovely jock, but don't get me wrong: it's a bit too fashion-and-fancy for tonight. So let's get you into this,” he said as he looked around and grabbed a yellow BIKE jock that had been throw on the dirty concrete floor. “This will be perfect for you tonight and should show you off nicely." I turned around and slowly peeled off my jock and placed it on top of my tshirt and pulled the yellow jock up. It was slightly moist and had a few stains in the front. I tried not to think about it as I tucked my dick and balls into the material and adjusted the straps around my arse. “Right lets have a look at you." I was spun round and his big shovel hands cradled my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. He shook it about a bit and I moaned as I tried not to get aroused, but this was the first action I'd had in months. “Ah, ha. You are a sensitive lad aren't you?” he laughed, giving my hardening cock a playful tap. “Right, leave your clothes there. I'll show you around the place quick." He led me round the back and showed me where the barrels and pumps were, and where the boxes of snacks were. He walked me round the front of the bar where the customers cheered as I was paraded around and shown behind the bar, explaining what beers and ales were on draft, how the till worked and where and how to wash the glasses. Then he asked one of the older patrons to show me around the place while he served some customers. “Follow me lad, I'll show you the best bits,” said the frail looking man as he took my hand with a surprisingly firm grip and walked about. “This is the main area, obviously. This is whats open during the day and sometimes gets pretty busy. It depends who is working and whats on show,” he wheezed a brittle laugh as he kept walking me round. “Down here are the toilets and play rooms. These can get a bit busy in the evenings when they open. Lots of fun can be had in the dark," giving me a knowing wink. I felt uneasy but if he was a regular and clearly the boss liked him and I needed the job. I smiled back and feigned interest asking “What sort of play rooms are down there?” He continued to drag me down the corridor and we turned into a dark room. It smelt of stale piss. I could make out a few pieces of large equipment, such as a large wooden X propped against a wall, one of those old stocks which would mobilize one's head and arms in a specific manner, and a chair covered in leather straps to presumably hold someone in place. “Oh wow, I wasn't expecting anything like this” I said, eyes wide open. “I never would have guessed that a little pub would have stuff like this." “Ha” he wheezed back “Oh this isn't any ordinary pub. That's why a lot of us come down here This bar offers a chance to have some fun and enjoy ourselves. I reckon you'll fit in well, I hope.” With that his old frail hand moved down, and began squeezing my exposed butt. “You are such a smooth boy, aren't you?” he asked as his boney continued to explore between my cheeks, finding my hole in the process. “Erm, sorry this is a little much for me. This is my first night and I don't want to get into trouble,” I said as I tried to excuse myself but already his dry finger had found my hole and was probing its way in. His nails were sharp and brittle. “Ow fuck stop” I said as I tried to jump up but his other arm wrapped tight around my waist and pulled be back onto his finger as it pushed in deeper. “Fuck, please stop,” I whispered as he worked it down to the last knuckle and waggled it inside me. I couldn't figure out why I was whispering. I was essentially being raped by some old man in a pub. I should have be shouting, but then I needed the job and I didn't want any trouble. “Alright boy just give me a quick kiss, eh?" He closed his eyes and leaned in. His old skinny face loomed closer as I saw the dark circles under his eyes and his puckered lips leaning in. His finger still deep in me scratching at my insides. I leaned i n and tried to get away with a little peck but one hand wrapped around my neck as he promptly pulled his dry finger straight out my hole making me shout out in pain. He seized the opportunity and I felt his tongue invade my mouth as he held my head tight in place. I allowed him to tongue me, a man old enough to be my grandfather. There was a cough from the door and my Boss was standing there crossed arms. “You can have as much fun as you want later lad, but right now I need to teach you how to pull a pint, eh,” he chuckled. “Sorry Steve, the boy couldn't keep his hands off me what was I to do?” chuckled the old man as he slunk out and headed back to the bar. My boss, Steve, walked up to me as I tried to figure out what had just happened and how I felt about it. “Listen kid, you are more than welcome to make out with the customers to get some good tips. I ain't gonna kick off about that. Just make sure you keep an eye on the bar as well. This is a business after all." I started to offer some apologies, to explain how he had forced himself on me, but Steve quickly put a finger on my lips, chuckled and commented “Listen, you can say whatever you want, but this seems to be telling me all I need to know, eh?" With that Steve gently squeezed my cock, which was rock hard, although still contained by the jock. I hadn't noticed. Why was that a turn on? What was happening? I wondered. “Now come on let's finish training you the bar,” said Steve as he put a big hairy arm round my shoulders and began walking me back to the bar and the waiting crowd.

Sometimes I jerk off thinking about pozzing my dad. I know a guy who got pozzed his first semester at NYU and pozzed his dad's hole in the stall of a men's room at a titty bar while home over Christmas break. He said it was hot knowing his big butch rough-handed, man-stinking, biker father was getting a load of toxic seed from his own son like a weak little faggot slut while there were other super-masculine studs all around and had no idea the perverse thing that was happening in the very same room. It ended up being a good thing for them. They now live as husbands in rural north Georgia with a 24 year old man that Dad had pozzed when they worked a construction job together and ended up fucking almost non-stop even though they were both still married at the time. They all left their wives and families after sharing their strain and they all seem very happy and connected in a way that is indescribable. I think if my dad and I ever end up fucking, like I want, I'll handle it the same way I would with any other man. If he doesn't ask, I won't give up that information but I will tell the truth if he asks. He's an adult and he knows the risk. And besides, from what I'm learning about him and the men in my family, he could be poz, already. I also think it would be hot to do it while buddies of ours watched and filmed it. It would be so hot to have the moment I put my strain inside my own father preserved. I only wonder who he would want to pass it to before he starts suppression medication. Maybe his oldest grandson, my son, who lives across the road and doesn't know he's my son. I would love to witness that kind of intense male bonding.