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Part 2 “Look who's here! If it’s not mister-goody-two-shoes in person!” I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. I would recognize his voice anytime. Mikey Meltzer. A sophisticated annoying queen. I knew him from college and he was infamous for outing guys and spreading gossip on them. I slightly turn and nod to him. Of course, he was naked and nothing to be ashamed of. For few seconds I hoped that he was dressing and on his way out, unfortunately he had just arrived few minutes before me and Mr. Magoo at the bathhouse. He was with another guy, a skinny dirty-blond hair with a cock on the smaller-side. My first time in a bathhouse and I was poised to meet someone I knew in the locker area! I decided to ignore him, undressed and quickly wrapped my towel to find back Mr. Magoo who had a private room. As I was trying to find my way to his room. I reminded the conversation with Mr. Magoo earlier this morning: “At the bathhouse!?” “Yes with me” “I… yes… no… I mean I never go to these places. It's dangerous... ” “And this exactly why you are the perfect guy to help me” he interrupted me. “I don’t see why…” “Let me explain…” The room door was slightly ajar. I though nothing of it as Mr. Magoo knew I was coming back for him. Magoo was on the narrow bed, on all four, getting pounded by a “bear” with a fat-belly. I am not naïve and knew sex encounters occurred in bathhouses, but it hasn’t been more than 10 minutes since our arrival and, there, the old man was getting fucked. Magoo was moaning like a cheap whore in a porn movie as the bear pounded him good, hard and fast. I froze in place. Excited and terrified. “It feels so good, Max. You should tried” said Magoo who was now pushing his ass to meet the man’s thrusts. “Outside… I will wait outside…” I replied weakly, still unable to move. “Nonsense” the bear said, extending his arm and pulling me closer to them. I was able to smell intoxicating male sex and sweat. from him. His fur body was covered is warm sweat and my skin was immediately glue to his belly side. “Look at this old cumdump taking my unmedicated poz load deep in his hole!" “You don’t wear condom?” “What for? We are both poz” “I don’t know, STD maybe?” I said unconvincing. “Mmmfph… condoms are for the faint of the heart. Never wear one.” I did not know what to say else so I just shut my mouth, looking at the scene. May be because I didn’t had sex for a long-time, but honestly, it look terrific. The bear man was close to three time the size of Mr. Magoo. “I’m close. I will recharge you soon, grandpa” “Go on”, urged Magoo, ”flood my guts with your babies again” Again? I look at Magoo who was now on his back. When have they switched position? Unlike porn, where the bottom has his legs over the fucker’s shoulders, I realized it was not possible for the duo before me. His legs were resting against the bear’s belly. His feet barely at mouth level and the bear was licking and sucking the toes. “Take it you whore” “Yes, give it to me” The verbal exchange went on for a good 10-15 minutes. The fat belly was shaking like a mountain of jell-o as he rammed his cock in and out with brute force. With one last thrust, he held his cock deep in Magoo, grunting. “Fuck!... You are getting it old man. UUURRGHHH!... Take that load. Take that toxic load!” he said before collapsing on Magoo, almost folding him in half. “Phew! That was good. It’s always nice to start my whoring day with a load from you, Bill” said a pleased Magoo. Although, I would never let someone fucked me bareback. I was engrossed by the live act in front of me and my cock was at attention and throbbing (unconsciously I was groping myself through the towel). “See you tomorrow, old geezer”, said Bill, exiting after slapping my ass. Now, Magoo was fingering his dripping hole, getting all the cum he can before bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. “Hmmm. So good. You want to taste some? ” he asked, pointing his cum-coated index to me. “No, I’ll pass” I reply embarrassed and horrified by the offer. “Your loss. Anyway, this fuck was a distraction and I need to get you prepared” “I don’t think I can do it. I’m really sorry.” I stammered in a low-voice. “Don’t let me down now, Max. I though you were a man of his word” There we go, guilt. Exactly what I needed in a place I didn't want to be in the first place, but I agreed to help him. I looked at Magoo and realized I never saw him naked before, except for his cock. His body was largely covered with tattoos, most of them nicely designed. Biohazard ones. One on his back between his shoulders, and the other one, on his stomach, above the hips. Both nipples pierced with thick gold rings. Some light-grey body hair. He had a toned-body, not at all flabby. He was hot. “Earth to Max!” I realized that Magoo was talking to me and saw me staring at him. "Sorry, I didn't meant to stare at you. It’s just… well I never saw you naked before…. And well, you’re hot”. I probably went through fifty shades of red as I said that. I felt my face flushed, but even in the dark room, it didn’t escape Magoo’s eyes. With all the blood that went to my head, I was surprised that my cock was still hard and spewing copious precum in the towel. “Let me give you the grand tour before you poke me in the eye with your cock ”

Part 1 Mr. Magoo was my neighbor in the block apartment where I live. Magoo was a nickname because he really look like the old man cartoon: pretty short (5 ft), bald, round nose and myopic. I guess he was in his mid-seventy. He had a cock to die for, but his blowjobs were outstanding. I can witness for them. It was well-known that every day, right after lunch, he would walk down to the bathhouse and come back in the early morning next day. Anyone trying to reach him had better chance to find him there instead at his place. Once the landlord told me he was wondering why the old guy still kept an apartment. At the bathhouse, Mr. Magoo would appear as an old troll lurking fresh meat in the dark corridors. Like I said, Mr. Magoo gave me unforgettable blowjobs and even if I was tempted for him to fuck me with his magnificent steel-hard cock (it gives me hope to see that, at this age, a man can still have a solid erection!), I always resist: he was poz. Me, well, I am 23, completing a degree at the local university in Montreal and still looking for prince charming. Don’t get me wrong, I am no virgin (lost it when I was… well… lets say way younger but this is another story), but I ain’t no slut either. I always play safe, don’t get fuck or fuck often. The most adventurous sex I had would be qualified as vanilla sex. I’d chicken out every time it might be “dangerous”. So, bathhouse was definitely out of the list for me. In fact, I never been in one. Grindr was just a fantasy, I wouldn’t never agrees to meet anyone I didn’t know. You can picture me. With covid confinement restrictions and school courses remotely, I almost never got out of the apartment like everyone else. So I thought. Except, Mr. Magoo would still go out and returning as usual as if nothing happened. One morning, horny as shit and web porn not providing any relief, I heard the old man coming back from his night. I thought why not? The man gives a mean blowjob and it is kind of a thrill for me to have sex with older men, even if Magoo looks like he could be my grandad. “Hey Max” “Hi, everything’s alright?” “Oh yeah, just back from the bathhouse”, he said smiling. He was squinting his eyes like he was trying to locate me in the corridor. “I still have a warm load deep in my ass from the front desk punk. The one with purple hair” he told me like I would know who the guy was. I started laughing. Mr. Magoo was more depraved that I would ever be. “Wait! What? Aren’t they supposed to be close?” “Yeah, they are…” “But how…” “The front door sign says they are closed, but the back door is unlocked… so…” “Lot of guys?” “Yeah, it’s business as usual. Monday, it was packed, though. You want to come with me tonight?” “Euh… no… I mean… you know… I don’t go there…” “A shame. You would get a lot of action. You horny now?” “Kind of…” “Come with me, I’ll suck you dry.” It was the first time I got in his apartment. It was almost empty beside a dirty mattress on the floor that look as old as Magoo, a chair and a small round table. The carpet had various dark stains and a strong and very unpleasant smell assailed my nose, like a stench of rancid piss. If I didn’t know better, I would have said that Magoo was squatting the place. The door wasn’t even closed that Magoo pulled my shorts down, drop to his knees and engulf my semi-hard cock, pulling out his tongue and lick underneath my balls. He was like starved-animal, sucking me like he would run out of time and die before he finished me. Well, he did reach the finish line! I had to pull him off my cock as it becomes hypersensitive after I cum. In the few minutes of his cocksucking race, he found the time to unzip his pants, jerked (his awesome cock, did I mention it?) and sprayed his load on my Vans shoes. The look on his face (surely mine as well) showed a satisfied man. “Gawd…! I needed that. Thanks!” As I pulled back my shorts. “It was delicious as always. Your welcome…” then his face expressed hesitation, “I… Max… I need your help with something…" What do you want me to do? The man just got me off, definitely lives alone, who else can he asked? I might not be the most outcoming guy, but I was not a selfish prick. And the man has been always nice to me, never refusing to dive on my cock without having to reciprocate. "Would you help me?” So without thinking about what he needed help, I just answered “Yes, sure”. I got back to my apartment, still trying to figure out how could have said yes to help Mr. Magoo? I should have told him “no, I can’t”, “please find someone else”. Instead, I saw an old devious man grinning at me like a 14-year-old teenager can do, his eyes twinkling with irrepressible mischief. “It’s simple. I need you to come with me at the bathhouse tonight”

Thanks for all the kind comments everyone! Part 15 "Hi boys" Hunter said as he opened the screen door. "Glad you came back Tyler. Wasn't sure we'd see you again after you didnt come with Chris the last time." Chris freaked out. He hadnt told Tyler that he had come back to Hunters alone and suddenly prepared himself for the day to end right then. Tyler caught what Hunter said and turned to Chris. "You've been back here?" "Oops." Hunter realized what he had done. "Come on in guys. No use thinking about the past when we have some fun to have now." As Tyler walked in he told himself to let it go. He still hadnt told Chris that he and Casey had been fucking on the regular so one time coming back to Hunters was hardly a capital offense. As the three boys stepped inside Chris felt redeemed. Once Tyler and Casey walked into the house the odds of turning back got much slimmer. Hunter put his hand out to greet Casey, the third of the boys to enter his home. "Hi, I'm Hunter. Im sorry we havent met before." Hunter loved the way Casey looked and couldnt believe the luck of three hot boys entering his home. Casey met Hunters hand and noticed the firm grip. "Hey Im Casey. Thanks for letting me come along." Hunter nodded and patted Caseys shoulder. "Whats with the pipe? Thats a pipe right?" While Chris and Tyler were thinking through Chris's last visit to Hunters, Casey was fixated on what he thought looked like a pipe hanging out of Hunters mouth and then held in his non-shaking hand when he spoke. The question tensed Chris and Tyler immediately. Chris wasnt sure what Tyler had told Casey and Tyler knew he hadnt said a thing about that part of his last visit to this house. "Oh. These two boys know what it is. Why dont we have them show you?" Casey could not have set the table for Hunter any better if they had scripted it. As the boys took seats in the living room, Hunter handed Chris the pipe. He grabbed the torch from the coffee table and gave that to Chris as well. "Why dont you boys start by showing our new friend a shotgun?" Chris had every intention of lighting the pipe and getting the party started. Tyler was not so sure. He looked at Casey who was now watching as Chris held the torch to the pipe. Tyler tried to make eye contact with him, but Casey was fixated. Just as Tyler was going to tell Casey that he didnt have to do anything that he didnt want to do, Casey spoke first. "Whats inside the pipe?" Hunter replied as he sat down next to Tyler. "Tina." He put an arm around Tyler. He could tell the boy was the nervous one of this group. He would make sure that wouldnt last. "Tina? Never heard of it." "Thats ok. Its fun. Youll see." Hunter winked at Casey and the boy just shrugged. Hunter liked him. He would be easy. He was laid back about all of this and was open to whatever came his way. This was going to be fun. "You ever smoke pot Casey?" "Nah. I didnt travel in those circles in high school so I didnt really get the chance. This is like pot then?" "Not really. Its much better. More fun." Casey again responded with a shrug. Chris was now taking a big hit off the pipe. Tyler could tell he had some practice the last time he had come to Hunters. Perhaps the smoking was always part of the plan after all. Things were starting to become clear to Tyler about Hunter just as Chris shifted himself over to Tyler and passed on his hit. Chris couldnt help himself and gave Tyler his tongue along with the massive hit that he blew into the boys lungs. Tyler fell into the kiss easily, remembering in that moment how much he loved making out with Chris. The hit meanwhile was beginning to do its work. There was a stirring somewhere in Tylers mind that was shifting its focus to what they were at Hunters home for. Hot sex. "Fuck thats hot" Casey said. "Yeah? You like that? Chris, give the pipe to Tyler and let him give Casey a shotgun." Hunter had no idea what the relationship was between Tyler and Casey but he didnt care. He just wanted to push things right from the start. Casey was eager. Before Chris had even handed the pipe over, Casey was moving closer to Tyler. Hunter got up from his spot next to Tyler so the two boys could get closer. He gestured to Casey to take his place. "Now when Tyler blows his hit into your lungs hold it. Dont just let it go. Let it stay there so you can feel it." Casey nodded transfixed to the pipe and the smoke coming out of its end as Tyler took his hit. This was a big hit too. Only one experience with blowing clouds and he was already a pro. Hunter and Chris were impressed. Tyler moved over to Casey and blew his hit into Caseys open mouth then like Chris slipped his tongue in as well. The two began to make out in a way that made it clear to Chris and Hunter that these two had played before. It was passionate from the start. No hesitation. Like they already knew each others techniques and patterns and likes. Soon their arms were wrapped around each other. "Oh fuck yes" Hunter said. The kiss lasted long enough that Casey had to let the hit go before he or Tyler pulled away. Smoke rose between their heads as they made out. "Uh we're all still here" Chris said. This was meant to be snarky but it came out a little bitter. Hunter heard it clearly. "Hey Casey. You wanna give the pipe a try?" Hunter asked as a way of getting them to break the kiss which they did. "Uh sure I guess." "Great why dont you try a hit from the pipe and shotgun it to Chris." "Ok." Casey didnt hesitate. He didnt look at Tyler to see if this would be ok. He was here for the experience. Tyler was a little hurt by the immediate response but his mind was more preoccupied with the hope that they would all be getting naked soon. Casey did not wait for Chris but instead moved himself next to the boy to prepare for what would inevitably be their make out session. "Chris help Casey out if he has any trouble. I'm going to take Tyler into my room for a second." Tyler didnt know how to respond. This was unexpected. Had he done something wrong? He suddenly felt like he was in trouble. But this wasnt a request. It was a demand. And Hunter grabbed Tyler by the arm and pulled him up from the couch with a look that said "Lets go." Tyler thought it best to follow. It was Hunters home after all. Part of him did want to see Caseys first hit from the pipe but there was no time to ask that of Hunter now. They were walking with purpose.

It was a tattoo. And I knew perfectly well what it meant. He was POZ. I had seen the tattoo many times in porn, but never in real life. And now I had my face up a muscular black man's ass, rimming him deep as his boyfriend commanded me to do. What could I do? I wanted to become a cumdump, and to follow through the plan i had put together with Michael, but the possibility of getting pozzed had never crossed my mind. I know it sounds stupid - being a cumdump, especially a no loads refused cumdump means a lot of risk. But I honestly had not considered it. Now I fas face down in this ass, just a few inches away from the mark of this risk. nd why does guys take a tattoo, broadcasting their status? Only reason i could think of was pride. This man was incredibly hot. Muscular as hell, black beautiful skin, huge amazing cock - I could imagine him being popular at parties. Both as top and bottom. And after many years as a popular guy in the gay sex scene, he would eventually catch the bug. And to show that he had reached the ultimate level of sex, he tattooed it above his hole. Guys seing this tattoo wouldnt think of the virus, they would think of the sleazy, horny, muacular, piggy, verbal, cum-hungry, deep-fucking man standing in front of them. The tattoo is an immediate sign of pigginess, which i of course attractive to other pigs. So I was weirdly turned on by the tattoo, just wondering how many cocks had been inside this hole I was rimming. How many loads had been shot deep inside it? And how many assholes had his huge cock penetrated? How many men had it unloaded in? How many times had it been inside a guy together with another cock, DP-ing? or with a fist? The obvious answer to these questions were high numbers, ant it made me fucking horny. I really enjoyed eating his ass. Michael had noticed that I had noticed the tattoo. "Oh, yeah. Did I not tell? Peter is POZ. You know what that means?" he asked me. "Yes, sir, I do. He is a sleazy pig." "Thats right. This sleazy pig introduced me to the game of breeding back in the days when I was in my early twenties. He made me love cock, love cum and love to pass on my own cum." He said, leaning in and kissing Peter. "And Michael was a good student. He learned quickly how to please a top, and how to use a bottom well and thorough." Peter added. THey were making out, sending horny grins my way. Peter continued: "Well, and now its your turn. Later tonight you will get both our loads, Michael and mine. Theyre both POZ, so dont worry, you will have lot of toxic cum inside you." "I promise, the verbal action Peter will have with you when he comes will make you want it so much. He is a true master of verbal breeding. He has met Damien Silver more than once, you know the porn star?" Michael asked me. "No, sir, i dont know him. Sorry." I had to admit.. "okay, youve really missed out on something. Ill show you sometime. Anyway, Peter and Damien both are amazing at both begging for cum, and making guys do it. Its fantastic to have them breed your hole" I was already forgetting about the whole poz thing. Their faces when they talked, their stunning bodies, their horny grins - it all just made me want to stay there, get bred and have their loads. And eventually learn to serve even more guys. We continued swapping between different positions, and Michael and Peter took turns using my hole. They fucked me with blindfold, with heavy EDM on headphones on my ears, bound to the bed, and used toys. They really worked their way through different possible scenarios that men could wish for when using a whore. After many hours Michael looked deep into my eyes: "Well, feeling like a slut, boy?" "Yes, sir. I wanna be your slut. I wanna be Peter's slut. I wanna be everyone's slut." "Thats great! That means you've reached next lever of sleazy sex." Peter responded. "Ready for our toxic loads?" _____

For all those that have refused cocks because it was too big, it is totally understandable and we respect that, but I hope you let the top down nicely. People treat hung tops as if we have no feelings and that isn't the case especially for the really monstrous hung guys that get rejected often.

Sorry for the delay guys. Been a crazy few weeks on this end but I'll try to get back to it more consistently now. Here's a shorter chapter for now. Happy new year! Part 14 Tyler wasnt sure that he would be able to convince Casey to go to Hunters house. Inviting Chris over was one thing but going to another older guys house was something else entirely. And how was he supposed to mention the smoking? Could he leave that out and just see what happens? He didnt know whether that part would happen again anyway since Hunter didnt seem to have that planned when they went over that one time. He just asked if they wanted any because he had wanted to smoke a little. Casey could always say no. But it turns out that Casey didnt ask any questions about that first time at all. Tyler mentioned that he and Chris had gone over to Hunters house and that they thought it would be ok to go over again since they would have more privacy. "And you like this guy? Hes not gonna chop us up into pieces and bury us in the backyard?" "Hes playing the long game if thats his plan. We survived the first time." "If youre gonna be there Ill go. Sure." What Casey didnt say was that he saw Tyler as the more conservative of the two of them so if Tyler felt safe going, he felt pretty safe going too. Plus the group scene was a fantasy he had thought about but never thought could happen. He wasnt going to deny an opportunity to play that out. He also figured that Tyler knew that he was strictly a top. He'd never bottomed before and thats part of what made the two of them work. He took for granted that Tyler would send that message to whoever the other guys were beforehand so all of the boundaries would be set. Chris wasnt sure what to do with the information he was holding from Tyler. Did he tell Tyler what to expect? That would end the prospect of this happening. There was no way Tyler would agree to go if he knew. Did he tell Hunter and Greg they had to use condoms if they fucked Tyler and maybe his friend? They would never go for that either. His indecision silenced him and he ended up not reaching out to either about the issue. Time relieved him of that paralysis as the day they all agreed upon came and it was too late to say anything. They would all get together and what happened would be what happened. The boys decided to meet right outside the chemistry building so they could walk over to Hunters together. After a very brief introduction the three boys walked in almost complete silence. Tyler and Casey came together and it was only then that Chris realized how much he had missed Tyler. They didnt actually know each other that well but this was the guy Chris did everything with for the first time. They had a connection and a trust that felt real. He was the first guy who knew Chris's secret and he was pretty sure Chris was the first guy who knew Tyler's secret. Now he felt like the third wheel, the awkward one out in this group of three. Casey was an athletic good looking guy and Tyler had easy access to him. Had they hooked up already or was this the first time they were going to play? He couldnt ask them. He wasnt bold enough for that. But something told Chris that the two boys he was walking with had hooked up. In his silence, he was telling himself not to worry about it. They were going to play as a group so they would be split apart at some point. Tyler knew he was the bridge between Casey and Chris and felt responsible for this awkward silence. It was probably his job to try to start a conversation about something he knew they were all interested in. But he couldnt figure out what that was that he felt comfortable bringing up. He wasnt about to get them talking about what it felt like to fuck him or cum inside him. He still hadnt told Chris whether or not he and Casey had hooked up and what they did and this didnt feel like the time to bring that up. Tyler wasnt sure that he would ever be comfortable enough saying these things out loud. Being raised in the church ingrained in him the understanding that some thoughts were simply not meant to be spoken or shared. Casey meanwhile thought nothing of the silence. He thought Chris was a good looking guy and didnt look like a murderer so he figured this would be safe. Casey didnt have any hangups from a religious upbringing. His parents were aetheists and mostly taught him to do what wanted as long as he didnt hurt anyone else. So there was no anticipation of guilt like Chris and Tyler. Instead he was just ready to see what this other guy looked like and the fun he was about to have. "This is it." Chris felt stupid saying that as they started walking up Hunters driveway immediately after speaking those words. Tyler had already been here and Casey would figure it out as they walked up to the door. "Yup." Tyler responded. Casey said nothing. As the boys walked to the door, Hunter was already waiting topless and already had the glass pipe in his mouth.

Getting Caught Part 4: I ended up staying the night after taking Bert back to his trailer and spontaneously got fucked by him that night and also in the morning twice. It was a chill goodbye, Bert said he had a "REALLY" good time, and he hoped we could do it again. About a week went by and I hadn't had any form of sex with my best friend...or his older brother, the quarterback, who fucked like a god, and was hung like one too. Wednesday was church night and I got invited to my best friend's church for after church youth party. My best bud's older brother called just as I was leaving the house saying my best friend had been called into work at the last minute and said for me to come anyway. I'm pretty shy, so I wasn't sure about hanging out with guys a couple grades above me. But, as usual my best friend's older brother talked me into it. I showed up, and we all ate, then we started playing games. My bud's older brother had brought his girlfriend too. They were quite flirty and lovey-dovey. When things wound down, my buddy's brother caught me in the kitchen alone and said that his girlfriend wanted him to take her home since her parents were going to be gone for a few hours. I played it cool and said,"When the cat's away, the mice will fuck." Lol. He backed me into the corner of the kitchen and put his hot mouth next to my ear and whispered,"I told her I couldn't take her home, I'd already promised that I'd be taking you home." "But we're really going to grandma's basement again, where I fucked you for the first time." He said he had to have me again, that I was the only person to take all of his huge cock and I made him cum harder than anyone else. I tried to tell him that I needed to get home and couldn't go with him. To which he grabbed me around my waist and started french kissing me hard. He slipped a finger down the back of my shorts and starting rubbing my hole saying."Let me just take you to your house then at least." I agreed to the ride but no sex.. We got in his car and left, as soon as we got in the car he started rubbing his cock through his mesh basketball shorts. It had already grown to his MASSIVE 10 inch thick as fuck uncut cock and was sticking out of his shorts' leg. He saw me staring, mouth watering and grabbed my head forcing it down to his exposed cock. I had to admit, that this public scenario had gotten me rock hard and incredibly horny. I eagerly took his cock into my mouth and began sucking and using my hands. He was moaning and groaning as he drove and got serviced by my mouth and hands. He had pulled down the long drive way of his grandma's so I asked what we were doing here? He said,"I forgot my wallet so I can fill my gas up on the way back. Come inside real quick and help me look for my wallet." So of course I did. We got to the front door, but it was locked. "Damn grandma must still be at church. We better go around back and try the basement door." We crept back to the covered basement door, and of course it was locked too. He sighed, then pushed me against the door frame. I could feel his huge cock in tight underwear rubbing against my thigh. He quickly took his shirt off, and dropped his shorts and underwear and in a flash had my shirt off and shorts with undies around my ankles. He spun my body around to where my chest was against the basement door and immediately started kissing and sucking my neck while I felt his gigantic steel-like cock in between my ass cheeks. He was pushing his hugely thick cockhead against my hole, leaking precum all over it and pushing it just inside my hole. Then he dropped down and started tongue fucking my hole. I was in heaven. I was moaning as his tongue got my hole wetter and looser by the minute. He stood up, and pushed me to my knees with one massive hand on the back of my head and the other on his coke-can cock he shoved his monster dick down my throat. I started choking as he rammed it to the back of my throat. I was really enjoying the experience but the fact that we were outside, naked and he was face fucking me, I was too horny to make it stop. It didn't last long before he yanked his cock from my mouth and had me stand up and grab onto the wall next to the basement door. Again he went down on my wet hole and starting eating it, tongueing it, and gently fingering it. He had lubed up my raging cock and was stroking me furiously as he ate my ass. I was beside myself with passion and the need to cum. Everything felt too good, too amazing to think about getting home on time or getting caught. He stood up and pulled me over to a wooden picnic table under the deck, he lifted me like a feather and put me on my back on the warm surface. He wasted no time throwing my shorts and underwear to the ground, grabbing my ankles and hoisting them high into the air and thrusting his cock forward, directly hitting my hole. He looked down and spat on his cock and my hole and started rocking in and out of my hole just an inch or two. He said,"Oh yeah, you're so fucking tight. Stroke your cock and look me in the eyes, because I'm about to shove all ten inches up your hole at once. This scared me badly. Because his cock is just huge. It's too long and way too thick but it was dripping with spit and his precum, so was my hole. He shoved about three inches in hard. It didn't feel too painful. I reached down and felt how hard and huge his dick was inside of me. He started pumping that monster in and out of my hole with a pretty fast rhythm. He gently slapped my face and said,"look at me! Look into my eyes, I'm about to impale you on my cock." I was scared. I looked into his eyes, full of lust, I was panting from the minimal fucking my hole was getting and he pulled all the way out. Without missing a beat, he grabbed my hips and slammed his entire cock into my battered hole. I screamed. He held it inside of me as deep as it could go. All of a sudden I felt his body tense up and his cock swell to new larger proportions and he began blasting his load into me. Realizing what was happening got me very hot and I started leaking cum like crazy onto my stomach. My best bud's older brother held his gigantic cock deep inside of me and started ramming in and out hard and fast. He was plowing his ten inch dick balls deep to just having the tip in my hole over and over. It was hitting my prostate and nerve endings like crazy. He kept said,"you like that? being full of my cum and being used like a cumdump?" I found myself replying,"fuck yes, it hurts, but don't stop, cum in me again. Shoot your load inside me." I was building up to a pretty good orgasm as he pummeled my hole. Just as I went off and began blasting my own cum all over myself and behind my shoulder even onto the picnic table, he tensed up again and started releasing another torrent of his cum up my ass. He leaned down still fully inside of me and said,"sorry, but I wasn't taking a "no" from you today, I just can't cum like I do with you when I'm with anyone else." We stayed like that for a little bit until he produced a key to the basement door, and shrugged at me as I gave him a "what the fuck?" look. He said,"I thought it'd be hot if I bred you outside. Let's get cleaned up. We can share the basement shower, I have one more load to breed you with.

Ya you have to be if you want a sex life and from personal experience actually hurting a bottom. I mean intentional tearing a hole can be a big turn off and does nothing for our ego. When someone truly appreciate and accepts you and what you have to offer is 1000x more better feeling.

Yes, it is just regular exercise of those muscles that expands your ability to accommodate larger dildos and fists. It doesn’t happen quickly for most men. Enjoy the times spent exercise to this. Years ago I used to perform gardening and landscaping with a butt plug up in my hole. It was smaller with a bulbed round head. It helped me accommodate larger toys during actual sex play. Sometimes you might not feel like inserting but try to. Don't worry about cleaning out dramatically when just exercising your hole as long as you have the place to clean up when you finally pull out the plug like in a shower or bidet.

Barry left town for a 'One of a kind ' marketing show at the end of that week. Jason was signed into an impromptu acting intensive for most of the week Barry was away. They hated the idea of being apart but knew they would have a fucking good bareback time when Barry came home. Turned out they had no idea how good a time, but before I get ahead of the story. Jason found the acting intensive a fantastic experience which helped with the void his ass was feeling. On the third day he was paired up with a cute young twink whose boy next door good looks and slim build had caught his eye and interest on the first day of class. Jason's learning assignment partner's name was Chris. Their get to know your partner ice breaker exercise went extremely well. They were instantly relaxed and fully comfortable. The conversation flowed freely and playfully from the get go. They were handed their impromptu written scenario and instructed to read it together but not discuss it. The instructions read; "One of you is an elderly person in need of a bath. The other is the new homecare giver. The scene must include the bath. " When instructed to begin playing out the scene in front of the class Chris quickly established he was playing the role of the senior by starting the dialogue. (He had decided for ease of remembering they would use their own names. ) "Jason this is my bath day. Please start the tub running and come right back to help me get out of these clothes. " Jason moved about six feet and mimed putting in a plug and turning on and adjusting the water temperature before returning to Chris. Chris was already struggling to try to lift his tshirt. Jason gently helped him off with the shirt,undid and helped Chris off with his pants and socks. He then stood and offered to assist Chris's movement to the tub. Chris spoke up; "My underwear. I'm not getting in the tub with underwear. Don't be shy Jason, help me off with these. " Jason blushed but bent down and helped Chris off with his last stitch of clothing. Then he supported naked Chris as he hobbled to the make believe tub. With Chris settled in the tub Jason removed his own shirt and knelt down leaning toward Chris to imitate washing. At this point Chris mimed a slip and splash of water in Jason's direction. "Oh my, I've soaked your trousers son. You need to take them off anyway. I need you to sit in here behind me and hold me stable." Again Jason blushed. He instantly regretted coming to class commando. He soon found himself sitting naked on the floor with Chris's naked body held between his legs. He was thankful that their back to front close embrace hid his growing erection. Chris's old man voice emerged as he turned enough to look in Jason's face. "Oh my! I must say you are the best the agency has ever sent. I'm going to ask for you every bath day from now on. " Jason stuttered "Oh" and prayed the time for this impromptu exercise must soon be up. The two looked deeply into each other's eyes and the silence became awkward. Chris broak the stalemate by leaning in and kissing Jason deeply and passionately. The instructor quickly exclaimed;"Very good boys, times up."

Every bug chaser remembers the first time they made that fateful decision to knowingly take a poz load, and I'm no exception. It was quite a few years ago now, back when gay.com was still a good way to meet guys for hookups. I had been chatting with this one guy for quite some time, on and off. I still remember his profile name: Big N8R. His name was (you guessed it) Nate. And Nate had an 8 incher with a PA, so you can pretty much figure out why I kept talking to him. The only wrench? Big N8R was HIV positive. We flirted back and forth whenever we saw each other on, but I could never pull the trigger. I mean, he was definitely cute (rough looking, scruffy goatee, full sleeve tats) and had a big ol' cock, but he was poz and I didn't know if I was ready for that. Plus Nate made it very clear that he was all about fucking bareback and he didn't like to pull out. Well, one night I was online and had basically been cruising to get my ass fucked all day-- no takers. This left me exceedingly horny and exceedingly frustrated. A dangerous combo, as all you bug chasers know. Add to that I'd had a couple beers so... It was about 1 am and I was itching to get fucked. Some morbid fuckers might say I was "dying" for it. Anyway, Nate's online, so you can figure out what happened next: Me: Dude, I'm so horny! I really need dick tonight! Nate: I'd love to help you out, but you know my deal Me: Yeah, I know. And I think I'm ready for it Nate: Um, really? Do you know what you are asking for? Me: I've fantasized about your cock in me for a long time-- I think it's time we fucked. Nate: Ok. Just so we're clear-- I'm Poz. And I fuck bare. And I don't like to pull out. Me: Yeah. Um, if I asked you to pull out-- would you? Nate: well.... for you? Yeah. But I don't make a habit out of it. and I don't think you'll want me to Me: I really want to try this Nate: You sure? point of no return you know.... Me: Yes. And I texted him my address. He was at my door in 15 minutes, and naked beside my bed in one. First off, let me just say I picked a doozy for my first poz experience. Nate was 6'2", decently in shape (like you could almost see a six pack), tattoos everywhere including full sleeves, and that COCK! His pics didn't do it justice. It was every bit 8 inches, slightly arced downward, and one of those that is big to begin with but the middle is even fatter. And at the tip gleamed a huge PA. Turns out he had a 2 gauge in. Holy fuck. Secondly, let me just say I was nervous as fuck. You bug chasers can relate to this. I was standing on the edge of a precipice and just like Nate said-- point of no return. I knew I was about to "knowingly" take an HIV positive load in my ass. From a cock with a PA. The chances of infection would be high. The danger of the situation was intoxicating, but the implications were daunting. My stomach was in chaotic knots while I looked at his stiffening cock. My body was in a war with itself. My ass wanted that cock. My stomach was conflicted. My mind was screaming not to do this as it was too risky. And my cock was thickening at the sight of him. You can guess which side won in the end. Nate said, "You ready?" And I told him I was really nervous about the whole thing. He told me to just relax and that he really would pull out or stop any time if I asked him to. And with that, I dropped to my knees and started trying to suck his cock. I don't like trying to suck cocks with PAs as the metal clinks against my teeth and it's really jarring. So we only did this for awhile as I was very clumsy at it. Plus he didn't need any motivation for the main event as he was already drooling precum. Nate hoisted me up by my armpits and pushed me back onto the bed. "You don't need to suck me anymore cuz I'm just here for this sweet ass." He pushed my legs high and dove his tongue into my crack. And damn he knew what he was doing! Within 5 minutes he had be begging for that cock. I was on my back at the edge of my bed (it was a taller bed-- perfect height for a top standing and fucking me while I reclined) and he grabbed the gun oil. He lubed that big cock of his while staring into my eyes. "Last chance," he said. At this point I just grabbed behind my knees and opened my ass for him as a reply. The entry was excruciating. I had only been fucked by a guy with a PA once before, and it was a much smaller gauge. Feeling all that cool metal at my hole made my pucker seize up, and Nate basically had to force his cock inside me. "Fuck you're tight! Just relax, baby. You're gonna need to relax to take the fucking I'm about to throw. Oh, and by the way? It takes me forever to cum." I will say that Nate wasn't really out to hurt me-- at least at the beginning. He worked his cock in slowly (once that head and PA got past my ring) and bottomed out inside and left it there for a minute or two so I could get used to his size. He rocked gently side to side, helping me open up. And little by little, I did. He started slowly withdrawing and then pushing back inside. I could feel the PA shifting and moving inside me with every slow thrust. In my mind, I knew it was dragging across my intestines, possibly doing damage and putting microtears in the lining where the infection could enter my bloodstream. This made my stomach knot even more, but again, the sexy danger of it all gave me a raging boner which acted as a handle for Nate. "Looks like someone's enjoying this cock," he said with a smirk. "Oh my god! My ass is so FULL! I've never had this much cock in me-- And that PA! I can feel it moving inside me-- it's incredible. Don't stop fucking me, Please?" I begged. That's when Nate knew he had his victim. The more Nate fucked, the more into it I got. The idea of his cock being positive was fading into the background as the intensity of the fuck filled all of my present thoughts. I became a bottom machine on a mission-- to take his cock and load. Before long I was grabbing the edge of the bed and bucking my ass into his cock to force him as deeply into me as he could go. His PA was breaching my second ring at this point and the pleasure/pain was indescribable. You know, that painful punch deep in your guts but once the cock goes inside it's like the gates of heaven open up and choirs of angels are singing. True to his word, it took Nate a long time to cum. He probably fucked me for an hour solid-- and I was almost swallowing my tongue with the pleasure. By the end, he had my ankles in his hands and was completely withdrawing his cock and ramming it all the way back in to the hilt. Again and again and again. The PA just ripping past my sphincter like it was tissue paper. My poor neighbors! I know I was getting loud, but I didn't care. I was speaking in tongues and begging for him to cum. And begging for him to never stop fucking me. And begging for more and harder and deeper and whatever else I could beg for. I remember Nate finally looking down at me and into my eyes, and he got this almost quizzical look on his face... and then he rammed all the way inside me, as deep as he could go and he held it there. He froze in place, body tensed, not breathing. And then I felt the throb. His cock head was throbbing out that poz load deep into my guts-- well up into my abused second ring. Nate just kept looking into my eyes as his cock shot jet after jet of dick poison into me. I found I wasn't breathing or moving either. I was just as frozen as he was-- letting him plant this toxic seed inside my guts. When his orgasm subsided, we finally came back to ourselves. He was still buried in me, and he grabbed my precum leaking cock and he started to jack me off-- slowly. He timed the strokes on my dick with slow, short strokes of his cock in my ass. I was already near the edge, so it only took an agonizing minute before I felt my load boil out of my nuts and shoot all over my belly. He scooped up my neg load and ate it greedily. And then he ever-so-slowly pulled his softening cock out of my clenched hole. The PA was the last to pop out, and it was like my hole didn't want to let it go. We still hadn't spoken a word at this point, and we both crawled up onto my bed and lay side by side. Finally he broke the silence. "You ok?" He asked. "Yeah, I think so. Um, you didn't warn me when you were going to cum so I could have had you pull out...." "Would you have asked me to?" he inquired. "No. But if I had, would you have pulled out?" I asked back. "Honestly? No. It would have been like stopping an avalanche." We lay in silence a while longer. Then he got up and began to get dressed. "So that was your first poz load, huh? How are you feeling?" "Ok. A bit conflicted now that its over. But also turned on. And ashamed. And I feel stupid. And exhilarated. Lots of things." "Yeah," he said as he was at the door and ready to go, "Everyone remembers their first charged load."

I’ve never refused a cock for being too big. Hell, I’ve never seen any cock as too big for me lol. I get excited and take it as a challenge. I have never failed to take the whole thing. The best part is that if you do it well, he’ll definitely come back since not everyone can take it like a champ ^.~ Once my mind is determined to take a cock, my holes open right up. You have to mentally believe that you can take it and your body will follow. Submit your hole to his cock and let him in. Even if it does hurt, I keep going until I milk that load out ❤️ I asked for it after all. One of my ex’s was rather well hung, only believed in spit lube, and would just fuck me harder if I whimpered or protested at all. All this painal is what really turned me into a butt slut. Before that, I wasn’t that into it. Now I cum harder from anal than having my cunt fucked.

Barry had no desire to cramp Jason's sexual style and encouraged him to go off and sow his wild oats from time to time. But even to Jason's surprise, he was strangely content. Actually it was not entirely surprising as they had sex morning, noon, and night literally every day. One day mid morning Jason arrived at Barry's workshop to find him in conversation with an elderly couple that were ordering a custom made piece of furniture. As they left the door was hardly closed before Jason had Barry's cock out of his pants and in his mouth. It did not take long for Barry to unload and Jason to swallow. This was a good because Jason was barely standing and still wiping his lips when the next customers came through the door. That night when Barry returned from work to find Jason at the stove cooking in his usual kitchen apparel, nothing but a bibbed apron, he grabbed a condom, fished out his cock and fucked Jason as he stood stirring. As Barry was removing the filled condom Jason turned and kissed Barry saying; "And a welcome home to you to." The months went by in harmonious bliss. If either were out of town on work or business they would check in with each other by phone two or three times per day. They were inseparable. A year and a half and literally cartons of condoms in Jason began to suggest they could dispense with the condoms. After all they were happily monogamous. Barry was still quite reluctant. But, finally on Jason's birthday Barry surprised Jason. Reaching to grab the condom, making a point of showing it to Jason, taking it out of it's package, smiling like a Cheshire cat, he then tossed it over his shoulder. Barry then spit on his cock and slid in raw. Neither of them could believe how wonderful this skin on skin contact felt. Their usual unhurried love making transformed instantly into animalistic rutting. As Barry pounded his ass Jason enthusiastically encouraged between satisfied moans and groans; "oh fuckin A man ... bareback my ass Barry. Yeah harder ... deeper ... tear my ass apart you wild bull in heat. " Jason was totally surprised to hear his usually mild mannered partner growl back; "gonna fucking destroy your ass bitch. Gonna pound this raw cock so deep it comes out your mouth. Fuckin take it slut. Not stoppin 'til I flood your sorry ass." And within three minutes of ass pounding furry Barry's cock exploded with wad after wad of hot cum deep in Jason's guts. Feeling the wet blasts in his ass for the first time in his life catapulted Jason over the top with a hands free orgasm splattering over both their torsos and faces. One blast shot right into Barry's eye. Totally spent Barry collapsed on Jason and it took a full five minutes for each of them to catch their breath. Jason was first to speak; "Barry you fuckin wild bull! That was fuckin amazing! I feel like I just lost my Gd damn virginity. ... I love being your bareback slut bitch. I love your hot cum in my ass. ... wow ... Thank you!" "Happy Birthday Bitch. And I've got to say, that's the most satisfying gift I've ever given anybody. I hope you're ready for more. " Barry could hardly finish as Jason responded; "fuck yeah man, anytime, anyplace, just shove in raw and blast away. " "No", bounced back Barry;"you idiot I hope you are ready for more right now. My naked cocks already in you and primed for another round. " Sure enough Jason could feel his lovers naked cock growing bigger and harder. As Barry started to fuck Jason he bent down and kissed the tears of joy from his partners eyes and cheeks. Neither of them got much sleep that night or for the next week as Barry kept pumping his DNA into Jason's always eager and prone ass at every opportunity.

Getting Caught Part 3: After the football game, seeing my best friend's older brother walk off with his girlfriend and him asking me to make sure I still had his cum in me from earlier that morning, (in code) damn it, I was Friday night horny. I went to the local hang out and met up with a bunch of buddies, we cruised around town, messing on our phones, and listening to music. I got a message from my best friend to see if I wanted to come over and "chill." I was definitely horny, and said I would later that night but I was having too much fun right now. Plus I wasn't driving at the moment so I didn't get to decide where I was going. We cruised around for some time, then headed back to the gas station where we all parked our cars. It was getting late, around midnight. So the town was pretty much dead. All my friends had gone home and I was in the store grabbing a drink and was about to head over to my best bud's house. I came out of the store and went to the dark side of the building where I had parked and just as I was about to get into my truck I saw my buddy's older brother pull up in his car. Of course I immediately got excited and I diddled around, trying to linger outside of my truck so he would see me. He pulled up and I could see in his car, his girlfriend was in the front seat and his fellow classmate and football player, Bert was in the backseat. My buddy's older brother rolled down his window and said to me,"you don't mind running Bert home do ya? Me and my girlfriend don't have much time until she has to be home." (he winked at me) I smiled and replied,"yeah, sure, no problem, you two don't get into too much trouble." we all laughed as Bert got out of the car and it drove off. I didn't mind taking Bert home, it was just a five minute drive to the trailer park outside of town anyway. Bert smiled and laughed,"hey, thanks man, you're a life saver, I was afraid I was going to have to sit in the front seat parked on a dirt road while those two got their rocks off." "HA! Like you'd mind, you'd probably be trying to take videos of them going at it," I retorted. We got in the truck and it wasn't long before we were at his mom's double-wide. He said,"pull around to the north side and park by the steps to the back porch." It was dark and there weren't any lights on in the house. I killed my lights and before he got out he told me he appreciated me taking him home and to come inside. I was really wanting to get to my best bud's house so I could fuck around and get off, but Bert didn't ask me, he told me, and shut the truck door before I could even answer him otherwise. We pounced up the back porch steps which led to a glass door, it was unlocked and we went right in. Looked like it was his bedroom. Bert said,"take your shoes off man, stay a minute." He turned a small lamp on and pulled a curtain over the back door. He had a mini fridge in his room and asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I said,"sure, whatever you got." He opened the fridge and grabbed a couple bottles of monster energy drinks and told me to sit down. There was a bunk-bed and that was the only place to sit, so I sat down and he came over and put the two energy drinks on the dresser next to the bed. His crotch was at eye level, and I couldn't help but look at it. He always wore tight pants to show off his bubble butt and nice package... and gosh damnit I was horny. He smelled so good too. Like soap and flesh. I opened my can as he was picking up clothes around the room and shoving them under the bed. He responded to hearing my can opening,"hey, don't start yet man." Confused, I stopped with my mouth open and the can up to my lips when he produced half a bottle of whiskey from under his bed. He smiled at me with that near perfect smile,"I owe ya a drink or ten." I laughed and thought to myself,'okay, I can't say "no" to him, I'll just take a shot and head over to my buddy's where I can fuck a load or two in him. He told me to grab a couple shot glasses in the top dresser drawer and pour us some. I found them, but they were more like two-and-a-half shot(s) glasses, so I only filled them up halfway. He turned on the tv and quickly pulled his shirt off while he messed with the DVD player. I see him shirtless all the time in PE, at track meets, swimming, and anywhere he can get away with taking his shirt off. And I don't blame him, he was about 5'7" with nice wide shoulders, but a very muscular lean body that tapered to a V at his waist. He had the most beautiful skin, smooth and slightly caramel colored compared to my pale white ass. He had grabbed the remotes and was walking toward me, or the bed rather, when I had to shake myself out of staring open-mouthed at him. He had nice pecs, defined abs and his nipples made me drool. Dark and slightly big, but not too big. He stopped at the bed, again with his crotch practically in my face and looked at the shot glasses and laughed,"I'm a full grown man, not a ken doll, let's fill these glasses to the brim, you won't notice when you shoot them anyway." He sat down on the bed beside me and turned with his glass raised,"to getting me home!" We each shot our whiskey and quickly chased it with our energy drinks. "One more," he hoarsely said as he got up and grabbed the whiskey off the dresser. Again, his crotch was right there...right in my face as he poured into my glass. He stayed standing as we cheered to another shot and gulped our chaser. That one burned, and I started coughing a bit. He had walked over to the tv and had his pants on the ground as he grabbed some tight gym shorts that he quickly pulled on. "Fuck," I thought to myself as I saw him push his bulge into the shorts. He came and sat down next to me. He poured more shots...geez, I wasn't gonna be able to drive if I have another one. I told him, I couldn't do it, I had to head home. Really, I just needed to get to my buddy's so I could cum in his ass. The shots and energy drinks had my head buzzin' and so were my balls. I was getting damn right horny now. He put a bunch of pillows against the wall so we could lean back and handed me another full little glass of whiskey,"come on man, don't leave me hangin' I already poured them. Last one, then we can just lean back and watch a movie for a minute while you drink the rest of your energy drink and sober up a little." I couldn't say no. I wanted to. But he's older, cooler, sexier, so much sexier and just in a pair of shorts that looked more like boxer briefs. I wasn't thinking clearly as we downed another glass and leaned back. He started the movie, he said,"lemme skip to one of my favorite scenes." The first images that popped up on the tv screen were two naked women, one older than the other, eating each other's pussies. My eyes must have been the size of golf balls, cause Bert just started laughing and jabbed me,"what? like you don't watch porn? Look at the big ol' titties on the mom and those mosquito bites on her daughter." So...I looked. There I was, half drunk watching the two women go to town on their pussies with my best bud's football mate nearly naked on his bed. I was getting hot. I know it was nerves, but I started sweating, but tried to play it cool. "Take your shirt off man," Bert instructed, "you're already sweating and it's just us." I don't know why, but I did, I peeled off my shirt. I was pretty self conscience about my body because I was so skinny, but I didn't look sickly at least. "Take your pants off and get comfortable, besides your boner might break your zipper if you don't," Bert said staring and smiling at my crotch. Shit. He was right, I had been so nervous about this whole situation it never registered to me that I was harder than a fucking shotgun barrel. I immediately tried to cover my raging boner up with my hands but he grabbed them and pushed them aside as he yanked my jeans button open and pulled down my zipper. "Relax man, shit, I'm hard too, that's what porn is supposed to do," he said as he quickly got up and grabbed ahold of the bottom of my jeans. He was pulling my jeans off me, while I squirmed around, I wasn't really fighting it now, and my underwear came off with my jeans anyway, so I was stuck. Besides he had a valid point. We're just guys, watching porn, so of course we're going to get hard. And that's when I looked at his crotch as he pulled the rest of my jeans off my body. He had a good solid 7 or 8 inches in those shorts. "Fuck it man, I'm horny, we might as well jack off at this point," he said as he opened up his dresser drawer and produced a small jar of vaseline. He tossed it on the bed in between where we had been sitting, dropped his shorts and tighty whities. His cock bounced out of them and he sat back down on the bed. He had a thicker than average 7 or 8 inch cock. It was rigid as hell with a really big mushroom head and it had a nice curve to it's shaft, making it seem shorter than it actually was. He was completely shaved like a porn star. He caught me obviously staring at his cock,"don't say it, I know, my dickhead is huge, but hey, I've never had any complaints, except maybe when it first goes in," He snickered. At this point, I didn't know what to do, but he was naked, all I had on were my socks, porn was playing, we were both hard as rocks and slightly buzzed. So I just went with it, as he was already rubbing vaseline all over his dick. He reached over and started rubbing the excess on my cock. Which was a big surprise. His hand rubbing lube all over my dick was almost too much. "There, that's better. Don't worry, I just got too much vaseline out, you're only getting the first half of a handy tonight buddy," he laughed and winked at me. So we started jerking our own cocks as we watched the two ladies on screen eating each other out when a young guy appears in the background watching the women peeking around a wall. He's jerking his cock watching the two women when suddenly the "daughter" notices him and says,"what are you doing home so soon little brother? Well, looks like you're enjoying watching us, why don't you come over here and help us out." The young man gets naked on his way toward the two ladies and lays down on the bed with them. The "mom" starts to sit on his face and tells him to "eat mommy real good." He begins licking her pussy as his "sister" pushed his legs up and starts licking his asshole. That made my dick jump, as I knew very much how amazing having my asshole licked and tongued felt. Bert stopped shuttling his hand and I could feel his eyes on me as I jerked,"have you ever let a girl eat your ass," he questioned me. "No, ew, what if it wasn't clean?" I responded. So technically I hadn't had a girl eat my ass...but his football mate has several times, but I wasn't about to volunteer that info. "He looks like he's really enjoying it," still watching me with his burning gaze. I didn't respond, I just kept my eyes forward and continued jerking off, I was hoping he'd just cum and then I could find a way to get out of here and get my dick wet and balls deep in my best bud's ass. That's when he grabbed my leg and pulled it off the floor and up onto the bed. Within a few seconds I had one foot on the floor and the other, well, he had put my leg behind his back on the bed. I was spread-eagled as he moved into the gap he had created with my legs wide open. He basically had one leg pinned behind his back against the wall and was now sitting on the bed with me somewhat wrapped around him. Finally I looked at him. I couldn't keep watching the film and pretend like he didn't just handle me like a rag doll and our bodies weren't touching, warm skin to warm bare skin. We stared at each other and he looked down in between my spread legs,"damn, your hole is smoother and pinker than that porn stars'," he half whispered with his deep, hoarse voice. I audibly gulped and continued to jerk my cock. He put his hand on my inner thigh and began to rub it. God it felt good. I thought I'd almost bust right then, but he kept his hands moving up til it got to my groin and he reached around the base of my cock and balls and began stroking my taint with his thumb. His eyes were full of lust, I just laid there stroking and watching him, unable to move or utter a word. His thumb had been working it's way to my hole and soon he was rubbing and pushing directly onto my asshole. I was laid out like a whore, and there was nothing I could do to make it difficult for him to reach my hole, so I just let him do it. He grabbed the vaseline again and got a good amount out with his thumb and started rubbing it all over my hole. It was beginning to relax and open up. Well, the outter ring was opening up anyway. He was fucking me with his thumb while he jacked off. He had stopped watching the porn the second he grabbed my leg and spread me out. "Fuck, man, your hole feels good. Do you like that?" He asked as he looked at my face again. I didn't say anything and I didn't move a muscle, except for the fact that I was still stroking my cock. "It's cool if it feels good, that guy on the porn sure likes his hole played with," he broke the silence,"tell me if it feels good. Say it." "Say it,"he told me,"tell me the truth, tell me you like it." He was looking hard into my eyes and thrust his thumb in deep, when he told me to "say it." I moaned when he thrust his thumb into me, to the knuckle and I grabbed his wrist and held his thumb deep inside me, I started to slowly release my grip on him when he started pulling his thumb out, and immediately put two fingers inside me, but was careful and slow about it. He found my prostate quickly now that he could get in deeper with his fingers. I moaned again, and he sat up on his knees in between my legs pushing against my prostate with his fingers and leaned down over me. I looked up at him. He was about 6 inches from my face looking into my eyes,"say it," he told me again. "say it," he said as he punctuated "it" with his fingers pushing hard against my g-spot in my ass. I half moaned, and half spoke the words,"oh god." He leaned down so that his face was against mine, his ear was by my gapping mouth as I tried to catch a breath. He whispered into my ear,"what was that? What did you say?, "he stuck his tongue into my ear, "tell me boy?" I couldn't resist any longer, I was going to out myself, it was too late anyway. We were naked, he was in between my legs with his fingers deep up my ass stroking my prostate his body on top of mine and our mouths on each other's ears. I moaned harder as he dug deeper into me,"fuuuck, it feels good," I finally croaked out. He pulled his body further into mine, and I felt his fingers leave me as that huge mushroom cockhead of his was firmly planted just inside my hole and he was pressing hard to get past that inner ring. His dick head was truly huge, it was bigger than a meaty massive mushroom, and it made my mouth water just thinking of it, but it was getting a lot of resistance from my inner ring. He kept pushing, and I tried to remember the trick that his football mate taught me. I began to breath purposefully, and push my hole out, as it started to give way, his huge cock head got stuck again. I think we were both getting frustrated. He wrapped one muscular sweaty arm around my head and turned it as he began kissing, licking and sucking on my neck and ear. He had his other hand trying to force his cock past my hole. I was squirming, enjoying everything, everything except the pain of his massive bell-end forcing me open. Hell, it felt like it was ripping me open. Tears started coming down from my eyes, and I was whispering,"ow ow ow ow ow, it hurts, it hurts. Please? Please stop?" He bit my ear hard and sank about an inch of his cock into me. His huge head was wedged where my inner ring was stretched out around it, tight as fuck, and it hurt like hell. It hurt so bad I wasn't whispering any more,"FUCK! That hurts! Take it out!" It felt like he was holding a baseball bat at it's thickest end with my asshole wrapped around it. He turned my head so that we were face to face, lips to lips, I was gasping for air, and he told me,"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I can't take it out. I can't stop now. Please? Just give me a couple seconds? Please." He pushed harder into me and my mouth opened wide and let out a loud painful moan,"AHHHHHHHRRRRGHHHHhhhh.......," he put his mouth over mine and thrust his tongue into my tongue. He was passionately kissing me. Deeply and so intimately, he was breathing so hard and still making out with me, that's when I realized he was halfway inside me now. His huge head had gotten past my inner ring and my hole was now snugly around his shaft. The worst part was over. Wow, I thought, Bert is hard as stone and he's halfway inside of me. He continued to kiss me with so much emotion. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his tight muscles all over his back and arms, down to his bubble butt and closed my legs against his small waist. He was moving his cock in and out of me now, and was going in balls deep. He picked up the pace, and once I had my legs wrapped around his waist, he went in deeper. Holy fucking shit, that monster cock head hit my prostate and my eyes rolled back in my head. It felt like someone had my prostate inside their fist, milking me from the inside out. I began leaking cum out my piss slit so much that it felt like I was almost pissing myself. It was a mixture of relief and pleasure and still just a little bit of pain as he fucked into my hole. He would still kiss me deeply but also enjoyed coming up off my body far enough to look down at me and see the pleasure he was giving me. He tried to pull all the way out a couple times, but it hurt too damned much. He said,"that's okay, I can stay inside you forever." Part of me was hoping he would, but most of me knew I wouldn't be able to handle it. He found the right pace and position that he was pummeling my prostate perfectly. He started whispering with a dry deep voice,"fuck, fuck, fuck, you're too fucking tight, I can't wait much longer." Which was good, because I kinda wanted this to be over, and also never end... "Fuck me. Fuck my hole. Cum inside me," I heard myself telling him, "blast your load deep in me, cum on my prostate, cum in me, cum in me, cum in me." I was furiously jerking my cock at this point and was already about to explode. Bert, kissed me hard one last time and reared his muscular back up as he pounded in as deep as he could go, and I felt his cock throbbing, my hole was stretched tightly around his shaft as it climaxed, pumping and forcing his load up through his cock, making his cock head swell to what felt like the size of a fist against my prostate,"I'm fuckin' cummin', I'm breeding you deep, oh fuck! fuck! fuck!," he roared. And I felt it. I felt it eject through his dick and cause his bell-end to blossom and swell, I felt his load shoot directly onto my prostate, hard, over and over, and, "Oh my god! oh god! oh shit! Fuck! fuckfuckfuckfuuuuuuckkk," I started yelling as my cock exploded between us, covering our bodies in my hot wet cum. It was shooting out of me as forcefully as he shot into me. He collapsed down onto me. We were soaked in cum and sweat, we couldn't move. Just breath. We could only muster the energy to try and catch a breath. Eventually, we were back to somewhat of a normal state, and his cock had gone down to about half it's fully erect size. Thank god too, I was scared to death that he was going to have to pull that massive mushroom out while still fully boned up. It still hurt coming out, but it was manageable. He lifted up my leg and looked at my hole,"damn. it went right back to being pretty, tight and pink. Just a little wet," he joked. We kinda laughed together. Yeah, we just did that, we laughed at him looking at my wet hole after he just fucked the cum out of me, and into me. He leaned back against my leg, and the wall, still in between my legs. He slumped over. Gesh, he had a body hot as hell, his muscles were really pronounced covered in so much sweat and cum it looked like he'd been lathered in baby oil. He saw me looking at his body, he looked down at himself and mentioned,"I've never seen anyone cum like that before, you came buckets man." "Oh? You've seen a lot of guys cum huh?" I asked with a smile. "Nah, you know what I mean, like in porn and yeah,sure, me and the guys sometimes jack off with each other, but that's it, nothing queer," he scoffed. I think he noticed the hurt on my face when he said "queer," because he immediately grabbed my legs so I couldn't go anywhere, and looked into my eyes,"I didn't mean that. That's not what I meant. This wasn't gay or anything." I could see the confusion on his face when he said that. It looked like he had the weight of a hundred elephants on his lips,"What was it if it wasn't gay then?" I quipped. He couldn't find the words at first. So he just started babbling, and got some sentences together,"I, uh, I uhm...okay, alright. Yes. Okay. I just fucked a dude. Okay, it was more than that. I fucked you, or we fucked each other, I guess. At some point you gotta admit we were fucking each other, right? I mean you liked it too, you said so. But there were parts where maybe we were sort-of making love. But just getting off. No, no, it wasn't just getting off. Not "just" that, I mean, like, there were moments between us...right?" Wow, he meant that part. And I had to admit it. I had to admit it to him, like now,"Yeah, I'm afraid there were some moments...between you and I." We got very serious then, and he crawled up next to me and pulled the blanket over us, and kissed me. This time he was very soft and gentle, but just as passionate as before, just much slower and focused. He kissed me for awhile, then pulled back and said,"I'm definitely gay. For you at least." We softly laughed and fell asleep like that and I woke up early the next morning naked and slick from the summer heat. I felt his hard cock against my thigh. I whispered to myself,"I hope you weren't just gay for me last night and that's it..." I heard him stifle a laugh against my neck,"dude I've been awake for 15 minutes waiting for you to come back to the real world so I could kiss you. In broad daylight." I laughed as he rolled on top of me and we began making out. Somewhere along the line I ended up with my legs wrapped around his waist running my hands over his tight body, and he was slowly pushing up into my hole again...

Moderator's Note: This story was moved to Chem Sex FICTION at the author's request regarding where he wants to go. The first parts of this story do not contain chem sex material. I got in contact with him on Grindr. At first he seemed like a normal guy, just looking for a hookup. He was not particularily good looking, so didnt catch my attantion. That day I was in mood for both cock and face. But waiting for potential breeders to respond, I continued chatting with him. He was in his early forties, average build and rather tall. After sharing pics and some stories, he writes to me: "You know, sometimes I organize cumdump-sessions. Have an arsenal of tops I can gather for particularily hungry and deserving btms." My heart stopped for a small second, and when it started again, it went in a slightly higher rate. In a matter of seconds, my mind had already served me piles of kinky fantasies, starring me. Insecurely I responded a simple "wow, sounds fun.", adding "those lucky btms" a few moments later. Some nervewracking minutes passed before he read my replies, and I could se he was writing back to me. "You seem just like the type of boy. Horny, cum-craving, good looking, dirty minded, verbal, fit for long sessions - just like my other whores." I couldnt believe i matched all his criteria, but the more i thought about it, i realized that i actually did. It was basically a description of me. So I said that if he was interested in investing in me, i was willing to be in his stable of mares. Then I asked him how an evening as his rent-out-property would look like. He said it was too late for him to explain that day, but that he could send me an email the next day. So I gave him my address, and repeated that I would love to be whored out in one of his sessions. I was satisfied for the night. Usually, when I first start cruising Grindr in the evening, i dont go to sleep before I have fucked at least one guy, or been fucked by at least one man. If its a really bad Grindr night, then I can accept having a cloudy popperbate to some filthy porn. Since the pandemic, the popperbate-nights had become more and more frequent. So having all my favourite popperbating-videos removed from PH in december really turned the 2020-nightmare into a fucking 2020-hell. This particular night however, I was satisfied only by talking to this mysterious - not good looking but still intriguing - guy that had made some vague promise to whore me out. So I went excited to sleep. The next day I woke up to a new email in my inbox. It was from a custom made sleazy-sexy-only-if-you-know-your-gay-kink-language-email adress, and the whole thing looked impressively serious and professional. I really didn't know what to do. The whole concept seemed surreal, did this really happen to me? In real life? Part of me just wanted to reply a giant YES!, while another part wanted to stay calm - just in case it was a dream I didn't wanna wake up. All I knew was that my cock was rock hard, throbbing in precum. [TO BE CONTINUED SOON]

Where Fairy-Tails Come True: The moon hung low and full over the western Maryland countryside and the last vestiges of winter snow still struggled to hold on in the shadows of the forest’s sentinels. I might have stopped to relish that all if I were still a man – well at least that moment anyways – but as I ran with my pack the only things racing through my mind was the scent of the my former frat brother and the overpowering musk being released all around me as a dozen other dicks stiffened, drooled, and marked our trail. Once upon a time I was just a naïve freshman attending American University (AU) in Washington, DC. I had an idyllic life. Mom, dad, pain in the ass kid sister, trophies and accolades, and not a worry in the world. Well, that’s not totally true. I did have one worry, a really big one. I liked dick. I couldn’t help it. I had tried, but I couldn’t stop sucking on any dick I could find or bending over and taking it up the ass. Mall bathrooms, club stairwells, my neighbor’s barn with the lawn guy – didn’t matter, I needed raw dick and cum. Any dick was good, but big, tough, masculine daddy dick was the best! My parents had even sent me to one of those rehab places, but nothing worked, so my father resigned himself to my ‘secret’ urges and even started me on PREP and I agreed to try to keep it all private. Fuck! It was harder than you think and I was always fucking horny and doing the whole ‘dinner and a date’ thing was just not my speed. I was a clean cut, all American jock who liked it dirty, sleazy, and to the right of pig especially from those top pigs were POZ. Being neg and chasing AIDs dick was so fucking hot and every time I thought about a POZ top sperming me up with a toxic load I had to jack off. AU was my dad’s alma mater and he was one of their biggest donors, I felt like I had eyes on me 24/7. I was so paranoid I even paid another freshman for his iPad, and set up a fake account so I could troll online to try to find some nasty daddy dick. I guess DC has a pretty active online sex scene compared to some places, but fuck I had a hell of time finding daddy dick willing to give me POZ cum. It was not an age thing, but the look, the masculinity, the self-assurance, their need to fuck and give me their cum no matter what and I was happy to oblige! Lucky for me I’m also a tech wiz and the darkweb – the deep underbelly of the internet – was like a second home to me and it did not take me long to find a few kinky dad types who were willing to breed me on the regular in their office, the Macy’s bathroom, or their family room while their wife was upstairs sleeping. No names, no chatting, no pretending it was anything more than my raw ass taking their raw dick – no questions asked. A couple of them I saw more than once, but most were cum and go and I had to keep trolling to satisfy my urges and need – that is until I met Clifton. I had started during the summer term and had been on campus for about 6-weeks the first afternoon I went to meet Clifton. He worked as the Super, or head maintenance man in one of the big old fancy, residence buildings up in Kalorama. I hopped out of the taxi, walked around to the back and to a service entrance door nestled in the gray granite stones of the foundation. Clifton had the door propped open and was standing in the small stairwell with his right foot up on the second step as he leaned onto his right leg, taking a smoke break. I stopped at the top of the steps, Clifton smiled, stood up, dropped his cigarette onto the bottom step and put it out while I looked him over in his sexy gray uniform and thought he looked fucking hot as hell. Here was a real daddy for sure! He then stepped back against the open door as I came down the few steps and started to enter the basement. Clinton’s sweaty, hairy arm shot out, blocking the door. I looked up into his face – he was a good deal taller than me and thickly built, with wavy, greasy, long black hair slicked behind his ears, bushy eyebrows, a thick mustache and beard, hairy arms, and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I stared into those azure depths and couldn’t wait to taste what he had hidden. Clifton then casually leaned forward, his head on one side, his arm on the other, me in between and he took two, long, deep sniffs of me. Weird right? But at the moment I really didn’t think anything of it, as I was anxious to get my daily dose of dick. Clifton pulled back, his nostrils flared, his eyes closed, as he now inhaled slow, deep, and steady. Now I thought what? Do my pits stink? “Come in back, I think I got just what you need,” Clifton said as he dropped his arm and locked the basement door behind us. I had to quick step to keep up with his long strides and a few turns down a couple dimly lit basement hallways he unlocked another door and led me into what looked like a monk’s cell. A small twin-size bed, a metal locker, a wood chair by a small table with a laptop sitting open, a mini-kitchen that looked like it came out of an RV was all there was and it was spotless. Nothing was lying around, not piece of clothing, there were no pictures, not even an ashtray. I chuckled, “Man, you live light. Is this where you live really? Being the Super and all figured you’d have something a bit, wel….” Clifton was laying his pressed uniform over the back of the chair and all other thoughts vanished as I took in his big daddy body and dark fur that seemed to cover his chest, torso, back, and legs. Even his ass was a bit hairy and waves of man musk came off him like a thunderstorm rolling down the Potomac. “You going to just talk or suck my AIDs dick?” Clifton asked. Those were the magic words. I scurried over and dropped to my knees but my new daddy stopped me, “Take that shit off first. I want to see what I’m working with.” I stood back up, stumbled and fumbled as I took my shorts and t-shirt off and then puffed out my chest for my final inspection. Clifton circled me two, then three times, each time pausing along his journey to lean in and SNIFF me. The final circle he let out a little grunt and growl, pushed me to the floor and hefted his big dick up for me to see his monster balls. “Lick them clean,” Clifton ordered. His balls were huge, perfectly formed eggs and his sack was covered in the same, thick black hair as the rest of him. I eagerly went to town, slurping, licking, tasting his salty man funk with the occasional pause to pull a hair or two out of my teeth. When he was satisfied, the furry daddy pushed my head away and said, “Open that mouth.” I did, my neck craned, my eyes closed as he spit onto my face, in my mouth, his mouth juice dribbling down my chin. He then tilted my head forward a bit and stuffed it with his ripe dick until I was gagging like the hungry slut I was. “SWALLOW THAT AIDS DICK. YOU SAID YOU KNEW HOW TO DEEP THROAT A MAN’S DICK. I’M NOT SURE I BELIEVE YOU YET. YOU NEED TO LET GO. RELAX. LET ME DO THE WORK. YOU BETTER SUBMIT RIGHT OR WE DONE. I TOLD YOU – IF I CAN’T USE YOU LIKE I WANT AND HOW YOU SHOULD BE USED IT’S NOT HAPPENING. HOW HUNGRY ARE YOU PUP? SHOW ME HOW HUNGRY THAT MAN HOLE IS FOR MY POZ CUM. THAT’S RIGHT. GOOD. SLOBBER MY DICK UP. NOW TAKE A DEEP BREATH IF YOU NEED TO BECAUSE IT’S TIME TO BREAK THAT NECK AND FORCE FEED YOU,” Clifton warned. I had spit running down my chin and my tongue and jaws hurt already, but this was the best dick I had ever tasted! It was a good 9-inches and super thick, perfectly round, with the longest foreskin ever and cheesy underbelly! The shaft was also hairier than I thought possible, but I didn’t care. All I knew is that I wanted it up my ass – and soon! Daddy growled, “THERE YOU GO. THAT’S IT. GAG ON THAT FUCKER. SWALLOW IT ALL PUP – RIGHT THE FUCK NOW – SWALLOW – AHH!” Clifton grabbed both sides of my head, angled it a little to the left and slammed hard and fast into my throat. He was right. My gag relax broke and a few strokes later he was unleashing a flow of thick, daddy cum down my throat and into my stomach and as the first gobs hit, my entire abdomen got warm, my body tingled, I shivered, and had what felt like an organism without cumming. I breathed deep to catch my breath as Clifton stepped back, looked at me, tilted his head, looked at me again, SNIFFED, squinted with an unspoken question, shrugged, then said, “NOW FOR THAT PRIME ASS. STAND UP AND BEND FORWARD, I ALWAYS EAT WHAT I FUCK AND BREED – BEFORE AND AFTER.” I was panting like I had just run a mile in a minute as this daddy lapped, slurped, nipped, and tongue fucked my ass. HOLY SHIT that felt good and I was a blabbering idiot begging for his dick. Clearly having done this move plenty of times before, Clifton pulled his face out of my ass, stood to his full height, planted his feet firm, grabbed my hips, and slammed his hard dick into my spit-slicked hole. Fuck I loved it! That’s the way a man should fuck. “FUCK ME HARDER DADDY. HARDER, PLEASE YES, FUCK MY ASS, FUCK ME – PULL IT ALL THE WAY OUT AND SLAM BACK IN. I NEED THAT AIDS CUM DADDY – PLEASE DADDY!” I begged and pleaded and whined and moaned. Clifton just laughed without letting up and, “TIGHT PUP HOLE RIGHT THERE. FUCK YEAH – GOING TO KNOCK YOU UP FUCKING CHASER – GOT ANOTHER LOAD FOR YOU COMING YOUR WAY - RIP THAT ASS UP AND FEED YOU THIS AIDS NUTT. HERE IT FUCKING COMES – LOAD NUMBER TWO FOR THAT BOY HOLE – THAT BOY HOLE GOING TO GET BRED LIKE PUSSY – DADDY’S GOOD PUSSY – CUMMING UP YOUR HOLE – CUMMING IN YOU – FUCK YEAH – HERE IT GOES – GGGGRRRRR – GGGGRRRRR – GGG….” The hairy daddy’s cum made my ass feel on fire! Spurt after spurt of it got planted deeper and deeper with every thrust and my body shook and spasmed even more. Clifton let go of me, knelt behind me, “Push it out, open those ass lips, let me taste it.” I did as he asked and his rough tongue licked my hole clean. When he was finished he stood up, his beard wet with my ass, and smiled, his azure eyes were lit with dark fire, and by his still hard dick I could see his need was still burning too. I dropped to my hands and knees and turned and asked, “Can you scoop some out for me to taste this time?” Daddy chuckled, “You nasty chaser slut,” then dropped his hairy dick into my wet hole and about 10 minutes later fucked another load up there and this time he shred what he ate after. For the next several weeks I balanced school, my new frat responsibilities, and serving my hairy daddy. Before I left that first day he had said he wanted to fuck me every day and this was a test to see how submissive I could be, if I obeyed, and how well I could take dick. No excuses and the first time I made an excuse about why I could not come serve him, that was it. Well, it wasn’t easy as he never fucked me on a schedule. Sometimes I had barely got back to my dorm before he would text me and tell me to be back at his place at 5:00 a.m. the next morning, or the middle of the day, or late at night and then be back there 3-hours later. I had to skip a few classes and make excuses for missing some other things and find ways to make it all up, all the while taking his hairy dick and hot cum. The second time I visited he scratched my hole up good, dry fucked me, rough and hard and my ass hurt and throbbed, but I took it. I knew this was a test and I was damn sure going to pass. Two weeks in I had no gag reflex left and Clifton could slam his hairy dick balls deep without having to hold my head. He was so proud of me! That moment, that moment of feeling someone else’s pride in me was totally knew as my own parents had never felt like that no matter what I had done. Clifton continued to find new, rougher, wilder ways to give me his hot cum. We fucked in an empty condo in his building, we fucked outside at night on the lawn, we fucked in a park in downtown DC, and I was constantly checking my phone for the text to tell me the next when and where. I was hooked and ready for any challenge. About five weeks in was my first ‘big’ surprise. Clifton met me at the door, led me back to his room, and there at his small table gorging away on some food from 7-11 was a bum. Homeless, dirty, smelly, bum. His clothes were ragged, his toes showed through his old sneakers, his hair was matted and patchy and he looked so skinny and sickly like the AIDs bug had feasted on his flesh and he had just climbed out of the grave. He stood up, wiped his dirty hands on his clothes and Clifton said, “Suck his dick then he’s going to fuck you raw and breed that pup ass.” I was willing to do anything to please my hairy daddy and without hesitation I stripped, walked over to the homeless guy, got on my knees, worked his dick out, sucked the crust and dirt off, spit it up, then leaned on the table as he raw fucked me with a super thick 10-incher. I focused on giving him the fuck of his life, and was confidant that it had, but kept thinking, “What is it about these guys and sniffing/huffing me?” When the homeless guy blew his cum into me I got the same, weird intense orgasmic feeling through my whole body like I did with Clifton. When he finished, I looked at Clifton who was beaming with pride again! Six weeks in was my next test. This time Clifton texted me a hotel address and room number that was not far from the White House. I got to the room and was greeted by a big black man wearing a white, hotel bathrobe. He let me in, I looked around for Clifton and when the bathroom door in the suite opened I was expecting it would be him. It was not. It was another black guy, almost a mirror image of the first. Both tall, well built, fairly hairy which in my experience I thought was a bit unusual. The one in the robe dropped it to the floor and started stroking a big 11-inch dick. The one who came out of the bathroom started spanking his. I knew what I was there for and quickly got naked and immediately was nailed at both ends. Not a word was said – or needed to be – as these two men used me for their ultimate pleasure and I did everything I could to make sure they were satisfied and let them fill me with their raw dicks deep and hard, over and over. I never said the words ‘AIDs’, nor did they, but knowing Clifton and him knowing what I wanted, I would have bet money they were POZ too and I secretly thanked him for every charged load they gave me. Same as with the homeless guy, they both sniffed and huffed while in me, growled and scratched a bit, and were even rougher than Clifton had ever been. I took it all and each time one of them came inside me, the same weird orgasmic feeling would shockwave through my body. I had never experienced a thing like that before Clifton and did not understand at the time what it meant for my future. I ended up staying the entire night with them and part way through, the two guys had me squat over a glass and push their nutt out. It took me a second to relax, but when it came, it flowed, and I gasped as the glass was literally half full of thick, milky sperm. They both laughed, and the first one I had met said, “Alright, pull those legs up, time to fill you up so that glass is brimming.” Several loads and hours later I was sitting in a taxi gently holding the now filled glass in a paper bag trying to make sure none of it spilled. My entire body felt like I had ants on the inside of my skin and they were all making little camp fires. It was like a deep fever – so fucking weird. I got to Clifton’s, he beamed with pride as he took the glass of black cum and ass juice, then handed it to me. Without saying a word I knew what he wanted and started to sip, then gulp, then guzzled it down. It was like raw egg, sliding down and coating my throat, my stomach. It smelled of 10-day-old meat, man musk, and had taken on a tinge in color, but tasted fucking fabulous and I needed every drop. I anxiously ran my fingers around the glass to get what was left as Clifton took the glass back, set it down, bent me over and slam fucked me hard as he could. Once he had bred me, Clifton took me over to his bed, had me sit, then handed me a piece of paper, “I know your fall break is coming up. You’ve done a great job pup and I believe that….well no matter what I believe, it’s time to find out for sure. Here. I need you to go on a little trip, up to my home town. The first set of directions are for the cabin where you’ll be staying for the week. The next is for a local bar there. I want you to get there by 5:00 p.m., sit at the bar and drink as much as you want until 6:00. At 6:00, I want you to tell the bartender ‘Nanna is rising’, then get up, go into the men’s room and wait. You will spend the evening in there sucking every dick and being fucked by every man who walks in. The bartender will keep your drinks coming but you don’t leave that bathroom until closing time understand?” I tried to ask Clifton some questions, but he just shook his head, handed me the paper, and pointed to the door. I didn’t understand this at all, but knew it was a test of some kind, and like all the other tests my hairy daddy had given me I would pass this one too and on the taxi ride back to the dorm began fantasizing what the men were like in Clifton’s home town and wondering if they were all like him. Now I know and my life has changed forever. Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – Toxic Lycan Nutt

Part 3 “I think I’ll go to the pool then warm up in the dry sauna” I said. It took us over an hour and half to do the bathhouse tour, and the place wasn’t huge. Magoo knew a lot of the guys there, greeting each of them and introducing me as his grandson Max… “Call me grandpa” he told me as we started the tour. So, 15 to 20 guys later and four blowjobs he gave, we were back to the room. Luckily, we haven’t seen Mickey and his friend. “You sure? I am going back to the theater for a second service” he stated. He had a semi and was nonchalantly playing with his foreskin, pulling it back over the large cockhead covered in poz precum. He was already on his way when I heard: “Have fun!”. I was tempted to stay in the room. It was only 5 pm, and another 12 hours before we would go back home. I was not able to see myself stuck in the room for so long, so the better got to me and decided to follow my plan and head to the pool. As I closed the door, I noticed a plastic bag next to Magoo’s shoes. I’m not indiscreet by nature, but I was intrigued. A couple of half-full sticky bottles. Lube. A small-to-medium pink butt plug. The plastic object had lost his shine and hasn’t been cleaned properly. It didn’t look new. A dozen of unlabeled brown bottles with yellow or orange-colored caps. Two black ones with a red-dot sticker on it. Poppers, I thought. Most of them look full, no seal. Still in the room, I made sure the door was locked, there was no risk for me to be curious and try one. Whooaa! As I pulled back the yellow bottle. The chemical smell when right through my nose to my brain. I probably sniffed to hard. Lets try again. I took another hit, and it was better. I felt strange, not exactly euphoric, more like in a carnal-envy state, like when I am at home after edging for hours. It made me hornier. I closed the bottle and took the orange one. Fuck!!! The smell was stronger, and I immediately got dizzy. I was grinding my ass back and forth on the small thin mattress. Suddenly, the butt plug was appealing. Hmmmm… I wondered how it would feel. It was definitely larger than any of the few guy who fucked me and my fingers, but with lube and patience I should be able to take it. I am sure that “grandpa” would be smiling at me right now as I my ass ring started to give way at the lubed plug. More lube, I needed more lube. I poured a generous amount of the sticky gooey lube – thicker than mine when I jerked off – in my ass and start working the plug in my butt. My asslips were immediately on fire! I almost regretted to have pushed my fingers deep in my ass. My hole was working overtime and swallowed the plug. Finally, I got it in! I look at my watch, 6h15! It took me over an hour to push the toy in my ass! I was sweating like a pig, clearly exhausted. I fumbled in the plastic bag for poppers with my left hand while I was masturbating with the other one, applying pressure on the butt plug by rocking on the bed. Holy fuck!!! the poppers sent me to another level, I took another hit, maybe two. Honestly, I lost count. I put back the black cap on, heavily breathing before passing out. I was still in the room, naked, Magoo was slowly nursing my cock in his mouth and scarcely moving the plug against my prostate. Every 5-6 strokes, my cock would spit blobs of precum on warm tongue swirling lasciviously around my head. “Oh Oh boy. Your awake now” letting my cock go and standing up. “I guess I fell asleep” “You had fun at the pool?” “The pool?... The pool!... I… I… never got there! I said sheepishly “Well that doesn’t matter, we still have time and I can see you had some fun.” “Oh, the plug! I didn’t mean to…” “Don’t worry. Actually, it was for you. A friend of mine gave it to me” “A friend of yours gave you a plug for me?” “Well, not exactly. He died last month from HIV complication. So I kept it. I don’t have the need for such toy, and I thought you might like to have one. I was going to give it to you, or rather put it in you sometime tonight…” “He died from complication?” “I am not sure what, but for sure he had advanced stage case of syphilis and raging gono that made his dick angry red and delicious to suck on... oh he had a lots of warts. He used to keep a count of them." "Huhn?" "His last count he told me was 179.” “Fuck! Did you wash it since?” “Nah, didn’t have the time and what for? I am not the one using it, is it? I was speechless. “Now lets go, I need to show you our target. Keep the plug in” Magoo was dragging me frankly in the corridor toward the sling section. Mickey was long-dicking his friend cuffed in the sling and blindfolded, bareback of course. A nipple-play was performed by a daddy, mid-forty, in a leather harness. Four other men, closer to grandpa’s age, were aside chatting about covid, almost ignoring the two young men. “There they are.” said Magoo in a low-conspiracy voice, nudging me firmly in the ribs “Who” I replied “The guy in the sling and his friend fucking him” “Mickey?!” I whispered back. He must have heard me because Mickey turns his head and was broadly smiling at me. He gave me a wink and went back fucking his friend, with more force than before, eliciting high-pitched moaning from the bottom friend. “You know him?” Magoo said “Yeah” I responded without giving details, my eyes glued to the slender body of Mickey, rocking nicely back and forth. This wasn’t offensive, it was erotic, highly sensual. I wasn’t jealous, but almost wished it was me that Mickey was fucking. “Even more perfect” Magoo replied. “Lets go grab a drink and finalize the plan” The last view I had was Mickey’s ass tightening as he was working his load deep in his friend’s lucky hole.

^^^This^^^ I have run into too many tops who feel that the moment you bend over, you have no say in how you're fucked. These guys I try to avoid. I've had them pretend to be frustrated or act like I'm being dramatic. Just like I've been around the block, these hung tops have too...they have fucked enough bottoms to know they are hung and that most struggle to take their dicks. To me it's sadistic (and rapey) for a hung (or any ) top to plunge into and rough fuck a bottom when it's clear the bottom is struggling and in pain. That hole has a day job. No, I don't treat tops like dildoes. Where did that come from? 😅

The largest I have ever taken was both the longest and fattest ever. Was in a three way and never saw his cock before he tried to get it inside of me. If I had, I’m not sure I would’ve given it up to him. Other guy had just fucked and seeded me on my back. He pulled out, flipped around with his ass in my face and held my legs up for his buddy. I just remember him leaning back and saying, “Keep sniffing poppers and push out”. Turned out to be a truly freak-of-nature cock. Took him a long time to work it in...slowly...before I could take it. Once he did, I just lay back, huffed the poppers and surrendered to it. They both fucked me 2x that night...and have since as well. I’m no slouch at taking it, yet I still wonder how I take him. By the time he cums in me, he’s fucked every single bit of muscle control out of my hole. Which is the way he likes it...

thanks! when you are a slutty faggot cumdump like me with no pride or shame you just wanna get used in the dirtiest ways possible and don't care how many people know you take loads from strangers. you would love my fuckhole when its full of several mens loads. its like a cumfilled swamp

No, genuinely. I always saw it as a challenge to rise to. I did have to ask one big guy to pull out right after insertion, lube me up more, take some poppers, and then I took him. Otherwise it hasn't been a problem. I was lucky enough that my first boyfriend had an 8.5" cock and he hated poppers and wouldn't let me use them, so I knew nothing else and just learned how to take it.

Fucked 4 loads today into pig and smoking some delicious t. Noticed the rash on him so I guess that means am truly back and charged up boys...

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PART 5: Football season was over so you'd think I'd be getting fucked by my straight quarterback more now, but that's not the case, he used football practice as an excuse to hookup afterwards with me, now he's working just about every minute he's not studying. But I still get his huge hung cock and cum. He can't handle going too long without fucking a load into me because so far according to him I'm the only person that can take his entire cock and he cums the hardest and most with me...or rather inside me. I was missing his thick monster pounding my hole and I hadn't jerked off in a week, as I was training for track every day, I'd just be too exhausted to rub one out. I was looking forward to the track meet today. We had to be at the school earlier than normal to get on the bus in time. Bert, my quarterback's football buddy also ran track and texted me late the night before to see if I could pick him up to catch the bus in the morning. Of course I would. I'd missed Bert too, he hadn't fucked me since the one night and morning I'd stayed at his place, but he was very touchy and affectionate at school and when we all hung out together. He'd always "play" like I was his boyfriend in front of people as an excuse to touch me. I didn't mind at all either, I just went along with it because his body was hot as hell and he had the cutest fucking face. If I actually thought he was capable of a "gay" relationship I could've easily fallen in love with him I think. My phone dinged while I was getting dressed at 5AM. It was Bert, asking if I was still picking him up this morning. I responded,"absolutely man! See ya soon." A few minutes went by and I got another text from him asking me what I was wearing to the track meet. I was just going to wear my track shorts and a t-shirt like usual. He quickly texted back and said."wear your mesh cropped football jersey and don't wear underwear." I reminded him I'd be running in split running shorts and HAD to wear underwear. He texted, "just wear a jock then." I asked, "why?" but he never responded. So I headed over and picked him up. He just got out of the shower when I walked in the door. He was walking around naked while toweling off. His skin was perfection. A smooth lightly tanned body that was lean and muscular as all get out. He was a walking wet dream and I immediately started to get hard. Thankfully the jockstrap I had on kept my monster tightly in place. Bert caught me, unable to take my eyes off his body. He walked over to me and got right up against me, putting his face against mine and whispered in my ear, "I love that you can't take your eyes off me, am I making you horny?" I awkwardly laughed and said, "No, hurry up and get dressed so we can get to the bus." Bert didn't move, he reached down and found my hard cock trapped inside the jockstrap with his hand, "Really? Cause your cock would be busting out of your shorts if I hadn't made you wear that jock." I responded, "You didn't 'make me' wear my jockstrap, I was going to anyway, it keeps everything tight." Bert hadn't taken his hand off my cock, he placed his other hand around my neck and started to passionately make out with me. Our tongues were wrestling into each other's mouths, while my head was spinning, he quickly broke off and away saying, "you better stop trying to get me to fuck you, we'll be late." "Hey," I retorted, "I wasn't doing anything to you! I'm the one that said to hurry up." He grabbed his backpack, and bounded passed me out the door slapping my ass on the way out, Bert said, "damn, I'm glad I made you wear that jock, slapping your ass through those paper-thin running shorts was almost as good as slapping it bare." We got to the bus in time, he went and sat with his football buddy, Jake, and I sat in front of them with my friends. As soon as we all found a spot in the center of the track Bert immediately took his shirt off. I'm glad I was wearing sunglasses because yet again, his perfect skin and lean body had my eyes popping out. He had the most beautiful torso and 8 pack, perfect pecs and his nipples...like fuuuck me, he was so hot. We'd done some events already, and I had just gotten done taking a leak in the field house when Bert came into the restroom. The sweat shimmering off his body just accentuated all of his muscles. He said, "Hey man. Lemme take a piss real quick then come with me to the bus I gotta get more sunscreen and it'll be faster if you just put it on me." Oh boy. Here we go, I hope he was planning on trying something. Lol. We got to the bus, which was hot and humid inside and went to his backpack. He grabbed the sunscreen and handed it to me and turned around, "hurry up and get my back." I didn't hesitate, my hands were shaking a little bit with anticipation or nerves, I don't know. Bert commented, "You can't be cold, it's like 115 degrees in here, what's wrong with you?" I didn't respond, I just sort of laughed. He kept at me though, "dude? what's wrong? You okay?" "You just make me nervous," I said. "How am I gonna make you nervous? Are you scared of me?" Bert replied. I let out a sigh and took a deep breath, "No," I quietly said, "if I'm being flat out honest, it's because you're so hot and touching you just makes me really nervous." I was awkwardly laughing again and I thought he'd laugh at that too. But he didn't. Bert turned around and put my hands on his waist looking directly into my eyes and said, "I like that you think I'm sexy," he whispered with a slight smile. He had his hands on my waist too. He turned me around and had me put my knees on the bus seat while he had his chest against my back. I could feel his cock getting hard against my ass. His dick was a very nice length, not anything like my quarterback's long cock but Bert's dickhead made up for the lack of length. It was so fucking huge. I loved just looking at it, and it made my mouth water on sight. He slid his hand down my side and I could feel him fishing his cock out of his shorts, he quickly had it up my shorts and in between my ass cheeks, and I felt that monster cockhead pressing against my hole. Bert said, "Aren't you glad I made you wear your jock now? You feel my cock on your hole?" I quipped, "You sure that's not a fist?" He grabbed my hand and pulled it behind me and made me grab his cock, my hands still had a bunch of sunscreen on them I was afraid I'd stain our running shorts. "See?" Bert said into my ear, "not a fist, just my fat cock hard as a rock against your tight hole." I think I swooned a little when he said that, I was massaging his massive cock and I started rubbing the sunscreen on my hands into his cock and thick head. He was breathing hard against me and would gently kiss the back of my neck as I worked his meat. I was hard as steel in my jockstrap and began pushing my hole back against his cockhead and then rubbing more sunscreen onto it. I was desperate for him now and I knew it was going to hurt like hell since we hadn't really prepared for this. Bert reached down and took control of his cock, he put my hands on the seat back. I heard him spit and then felt his cock become slicker as he kept pushing against my tight hole. I reflexively would jump forward when it tried to enter me. But I could feel my hole loosening up a little bit every time he pushed against it. I wanted to be fucked so badly right now, but he's so...big. I could occasionally hear other people around nearby buses. I was scared someone would come into our bus to get something too. My head was spinning from the heat and Bert's hot body against me trying to get inside me. The pressure inside my hole was building, it was beginning to feel like he was ripping me open again. Bert pulled out, squatted down and jerked my shorts down. He immediately grabbed my thighs hard and yanked my ass back right into his face. I felt his tongue actually plow into my hole. Holy fuck did that feel good! I moaned loudly, "Oh fuck! Bert. Oh my god that feels...fuck that feels good." He kept eating my ass, then I felt his strong hands pulling my cheeks apart and he began spitting in my hole. Bert got back up, and pulled my shorts back up, but slid his cock back into the entrance of my hole. He roughly put his hand over my mouth, he had gotten my hole relaxed enough that he plowed into me, past my inner ring and a good 6 inches deep into me. I screamed into his hand and my eyes teared up. "Just breath," Bert said, "just breath man. I've been wanting you so fucking bad man. Please let me stay inside you." We stayed like this for a few minutes as my hole adjusted to his huge thickness. He was gently rocking his cock in and out of me, just a little at a time. My breathing became more normal as the tightness of my insides were being stretched out around his swollen meat. Bert's hands were all over my sweaty skin, calming my body at the same time as making me hornier and hornier. He began to pump his cock in and out of my ass, "oh fuck, you feel so fucking good. Your hole is so tight, I've been thinking about how amazing your ass feels around my dick for weeks, "he said. I just let him do whatever he wanted to me. It was too late to have him stop and I wasn't thinking clearly. My insides were beginning to feel less firey and I started to feel the pleasure of his huge cock pounding my guts. He reached around and worked his hand into my jock, grabbing my very erect cock and began jerking me off as he roughly slammed in and out of me. My body was being assaulted inside and out, we were both drenched in sweat and I had fallen against the back of the seat as he pummeled away at my hole and throttled my cock in his hand. I was beginning to feel my cum pressurizing in my balls and boiling in my prostate as his cock punched it from the inside repeatedly and hard. I could barely catch my breath, my eyes were still teary and sweat was dripping down into them, my vision was blurry as I felt my impending cum explostion. I croaked out in a hoarse whisper, "ugh...ugh..ugh, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck...fuck.. . fuuuuckkkk!" I started exploding a huge load of cum inside my jock and soaking Bert's hand, I literally couldn't see any more and my head began to spin like crazy, just as I felt him ram fully into me, his cock swelled up and became like a telephone pole inside me blasting what felt like a fire hose going off into me. I blacked out. When I came to, my body was limp and draped over the bus seat. I felt Bert on top of me, still inside me. "You okay man?" Bert asked with so much concern in his voice. "Hey, you alright?" I kinda laughed and said, "Better than okay Bert, I guess I passed out for a second, but that was fucking mind blowing." He said, "I've never had anyone pass out from a fucking, haha." He pulled his hand out of my jockstrap and brought it to my mouth, "clean my hand off. Eat your cum." I loved licking and sucking his manly hand, eating my cum off of it. Bert let me lick his hand clean, saying, "I really really needed that......thank you." "Thank me?" I said, "I should be thanking you for a first experience, I've never been fucked into a short coma." hahaha "No really," he said, "I know it hurts a lot to get me inside you, which is why I haven't hit you up for this, I'm honestly grateful because I can't stop thinking about being inside you." He was slowly, very slowly pulling his half hard dick out of me. I responded, "It does hurt, it hurts like a motherfucker, but it gets way better later, it's the price I have to pay to get to the good feelings you make my body have...and it's worth it. So you can "hit me up" any time you get too desperate to function and have to blow your nut." My hole felt empty now, and incredibly wet. Bert grabbed some wipes out of backpack and pulled my shorts down again. He gently began to dry off my crack and hole. I was still slowly leaking a little bit of his huge load. He had my cheeks pulled apart drying me up, and I felt him drop down and yet again I felt his tongue dive into me. My sore hole immediately felt better with his tongue lapping away at it. At oh, I was getting hard again. "Oh god," I moaned, "stop stop stop, I can't man. You're getting me hard again, and we can't get caught like this." Bert laughed and came up, pulling my shorts back up, "sorry, but once I saw your hole with my cum leaking out, I couldn't help myself. You're right, we better get back pretty damn quick, it feels like we've been gone an hour." We made our way back to our school group in the field. Bert's buddy, Jake saw us first, "Where the hell you been man? You missed one of your races Bert." Bert wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me in close to him as we were getting to the group and said, "Ah you know, I had to fuck my boyfriend real quick to calm my nerves about the big race." and he kissed my cheek in front of everyone. They all laughed. Our friend Hailey blurted out, "I think it's cute, I wish you really were boyfriends, maybe that'd stop you from hittin' on me Bert." Bert retorted, "I'd still hit on your hot ass Hailey even if I did have this sexy boy as my man." We all laughed, Bert quickly turned his head and discretely whispered into my ear real fast, "I wish you were my boyfriend too." Then ran off to his race, leaving me in a world of wonder. Did he just say he wished I was his boyfriend?

Chapter 1: This is my first time writing a story, It is entirely fiction, but is loosely based off of a role-play session with another avid fan of this site. (feel free to skip the next two paragraphs of setup and jump to the good stuff) Hi, My name is Rick, and this is finally got the father-son bonds I didn't know I needed. I used to be a pretty muscular “dreamboat” back in my HS football days (6'3”, dark hair, blue eyes, and a broad muscular farmers frame), which let me get around as much as I wanted, but eventually resulted in a drunken three-way with my “beard” Barb and 9 months later my son Jason was born. we tried to give the domestic life thing a try, but it wasn't for either of us since we needing one or more other guys involved whenever we had sex (she was as much of a bottom slut as I am) and after a few years my second son Matt was born. Pretty sure he wasn't mine, but I was the only one of the 8 guys fucking us that night who could be tracked down afterward (But as he grew, he looked more and more like the “blond viking muscle god” with a 12” UC beercan cock who split his mom and me open the night Matt was conceived, kinda fitting since unlike me, neither of my boys were circumcised.). Around the time my oldest was starting high school, Barb met a rich black gentleman named Mike during another of out group sessions... Great guy, nice 8” cock and and a near insatiable sex drive, which is why I wasn't that surprised when they fell for each other, she divorced me, and they got married... but I was pretty broken up when they took the boys and moved over an hour away because he got an even better job... Barb and Mike made sure to keep me involved in my sons lives, and Mike made sure that none of them wanted for anything, so what kind of asshole would I be to try to break any of that up... which is probably why we drifted apart over time and I haven't even seen any of them in a few years. Cut to now, about a decade later, still single, still somehow neg, and at 45 I don't think I am much to look at these days; short dark hair, a big grizzly beard and a 5.5” cut cock I generously refer to as average... I passed dad bod a while ago and fully embraced the bear scene and the chub belly I had grown shortly after. I finally had saved up about 2 weeks vacation time from work that I had to use before it expired, but no real money to go on much of a trip anywhere, so I decided I would stay home, check with my weed dealer for anything above and beyond his normal “wares”, and take a nice Trip at home... He did not disappoint...a ounce of dank weed, 4 hits of molly, a 10 strip of Cid, and as a bonus (since he didn't want the risk of keeping it), a small bag with a few shards of T. I hadn't candy flipped in years but hadn't done T since before the boys were born... It is one thing I have no tolerance for, and even a little amount had me spun stupid, so it is where Barb had drawn the line. My vacation plans however were all about letting lose and hopefully getting fucked stupid so I while I was originally planning to trip balls and watch youtube. I was eager to see if T still had the same effects all these years later. (plus I had two-weeks, so why not?) My vacation started Friday morning, pretty standard stay-cation stuff... cleaned around the house, Posted a few quick connect ads, “Pressure wash” out my fuck-hole with the sure shot, put out the “good' sex toys... you know, the basics. I only got two different guys to respond to my ads. The first one ghosted and the second was a middle-aged middle eastern dude with an average body and a fairly thin 7” who shot two raw loads in my hole, BUT came and went in under 30 minutes so I was no where near satisfied (but at least I was well lubed). I smoked a few bowls of herb and debated what to do next... a molly and acid candy flip sounded tempting, but I hadn't done T in so long I couldn't resist. I didn't have a pipe for it though and I never could stand needles, so I went with the way I had done it the last time I had it, took one of the smaller pieces, and began working it into my cum filled ass. As it started to burn (forgot how much I liked that) I could feel my pulse quicken and I started breathing heavily and feeling an almost animalistic lust. I looked over at the sex toy collection I had layed out earlier, an assortment of dildos, plugs, and toys ranging from average sized to advanced fisting+ sized (with a few BDSM options in a bag just in case). I grabbed the smaller of my two double dildos (18” length, 6” around) and had worked almost half of it up my hole when it became clear to me that I “NEEDED” to try to find more guys who would fuck me so I went back to looking online for dick. I posted a new quick connect add, this time the chems clearly helping me let lose “Power bottom parTy bear, looking to get my ass fucked, filled, and fisted. BB only, neg and on prep here, w/s friendly”. (I know what I like) I had moved up from the double header to an 8” long 6.5 circ dildo when I got a response to my ad. Instinctively, I went to check the profile before seeing what he had to say... There were no face pics,only two fairly close up pics, one of his ass (muscled, perky, and perfect) and one of his 9” pierced uncut cock (YUM), which was about all I needed to see, but I skimmed the rest of his profile: 25, 6'1” brown hair, blue eyes, 38” waist 185 lbs, muscular (Woo-hoo); I looked down to his interests: BB, D/s, Fisting, sounding, W/S, raunch, role-play, groups, chubs, PNP, etc... (fucking jackpot)... so I eagerly went to read his message, “Hey there sexy daddy; saw your ad, and you sound just like the kind of parTy bottom slut I love, clear your schedule, I want to spend this weekend fucking, fisting, and filling your chempig hole”. My usual skepticism at a guy like that, wanting a weekend like that, with a guy like me was quickly dismissed as I replied with my phone and address before he quickly replied that he would be there in a little over an hour with the instructions “leave the door unlocked, put on a blindfold, and be waiting naked face-down ass-up, ready for his first load” fortunately, I had a relatively small house in the country with no nearby neighbors, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me when he opened the door. I smoked another bowl of herb and moved some of they toys to the living room so I would be ready when he got there. I put some W/S gangbang porn on the TV, and was grinding my hole on my hole on my 6” circ. Plug when I got a text from a blocked number “under 5 away, be ready, door unlocked, BLINDFOLD ON”. A rush of excitement washed over me as I threw a blanket over the hardwood floors and got down on it on all fours with my ass pointed towards the door... (plug still in) before I tied a bandanna on as a blindfold, The next few minutes felt like hours, but soon I heard the door open and shut before the sounds of him kicking off his shoes against the door (just like my sons used to) and throwing his clothes on the floor before he slapped the plug in my hole and said (in an obviously fake deep voice) “Aw yeah daddy, I love when a bottom slut is stretched out and ready for this poz monster cock” Between his dick pick, interests, and the chems in my system I hadn't even checked his status... I wasn't an active chaser, but with prep and a lucky history, it wouldn't have been a deal-breaker for me anyway I thought as he spoke again, “slammed in your driveway, we are gonna have some fucking nasty fun slut” I heard the crinkle of plastic before he placed a hand on the plug in my hole and said “Push it out” (still in the fake deep voice). The plug game out with a plop, but was quickly replaced with his face as he dove in and began eating my hungry hole. This kid had an amazing tongue and with how hungrily he was trying to dig deeper into my big hairy bear ass, it was clear he hadn't lied on his profile about being into bears/chubs (FUCK YEAH). He pulled back and said, “mmm, you still have someone elses load in you slut, I love chemwhores like you that come pre-lubed”. He then slid two fingers in and as he began moving them around, I began to feel a burn I recognized from a few hours earlier... he was working more T into my hole! I couldn't stop myself from grinding back against his hand, or letting a low hungry moan as I felt it kicking in... I coughed and was breathing way heavier than before. Whatever he had was was stronger than what I did I thought as I heard “Point two shard in there slut, you are gonna be begging for my toxic loads all night, and plenty more where that came from” FUCK I thought, that is way too much for me I tried to say, but all that came out was a mumbled moan as he worked in the rest of his fingers and began scraping whatever hadn't dissolved yet against my prostate. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head as my ass hungrily tried to suck his hand into me. I don't think my hole has ever been this hungry. I wanted to beg for more but all I could manage was grunts and moans. He pulled his hand out after a few minutes (still way too soon) but I soon felt the head of his cock pressing against my stretched hungry hole. His dick looked big in his profile pic, and if he hadn't just had his hand in me, there is no way I would have been ready for the beercan thick cock he was slowly pushing into my hungry tweaked out manpussy, I felt what I thought was his PA until it started burning again and I felt another wave of hunger as he pushed in and ground his bush against my stretched out hole, leaned forward and said “Fuck you feel good daddy, I put a little more T under my foreskin because I want to make sure I scratch us both up and breed you good daddy” I moaned in agreement, I had given up on being on all fours at this point and had my face pressed to the floor as he began to pick up the pace. He went from slowly working whole 9 inches of his baseball bat dick all the way out till only his piercing was still in my hole before plunging the entire length back in one quick thrust, each time trying to hit another spot inside me. When he was confident he had gotten my hole ready, he began began to full on “hate fuck” my hole with enough force that he was actually pushing my big assed-chub/bear self across the floor. “You want my toxic load slut” he grunted “God yes sit, I replied” “Beg for it” he demanded “Please breed me sir, I need your strain, I want you to fill me with your poz cum so bad” (I may not have been a chaser, but I knew the lingo and have been around enough to know what he wanted to hear) He leaned in and wrapped his muscular arms around me as his pounding of my hungry hole took a more frantic pace, occasionally slapping my ass while letting out a “fuck yeah” each time dropping more and more of the “fake deep tone” from his voice, before hugged me close against him, and pulled my head back meet his to begin giving me deep (and hungry) kisses as his fucking slowed back down to pulling out slowly and then thrusting all the way back in as hard as he could until the thrust when he shoved as deep as he could, grinding his bush against my stretched hole as if he were trying to climb inside me before as he broke our kiss and let out a loud guttural yell as I felt his dick pulse and fill me with that hot wet familiar feeling I love. I was still flying and couldn't help but continue slowly fuck myself against his as the he stayed there, his sweaty muscular body grinding against mine. Instead of pulling out like I was expecting, he kept it lodged in my hole and began to let out a low moan as I felt a new warm feeling filling me even more before he said “aw yeah dad, take my slampiss”. this time without the fake deep voice... this time in a voice I recognized despite foggy mental state. he sounded just like my oldest boy Jason, I was still so spun I couldn't be sure, and the hot chempiss now filling my hole wasn't helping. All I could think of is how amazing this hung stud felt pressed against me and how I didn't want him to ever pull out of my hole... so of course he did. Before I could say anything to protest he flipped me over onto my back (damn he was strong) lifted my legs and shoved his dick back into my hole in one smooth motion. A lot of the chempiss he had just filled me with squirted out around his cock as he pushed back into my battered ass, getting it over both of us as he slowly began long-dicking me as it pooled around us. I couldn't think of anything other than how good his monster cock felt in me and how I didn't want it to stop. (damn his chempiss was strong) I couldn't control myself as I mumbled out, “please don't stop fucking me” “don't worry slut, I own this ass now and I am not gonna stop fucking you till we both drop” he replied. This time I knew I recognized the voice... he sounded exactly like my son Jason! I had to be sure so I tried to pull back my blindfold...he grabbed my hand to stop me at first, but then slowly pulled off the bandana as he kept fucking this mix of his poz cum and slampig chempiss out of my hole, the sloppy wet slapping the only other sound as my eyes began adjusting to finally see the man who was making my hole feel so good. I couldn't believe it, this had to be a hallucination. But as I looked up, I saw the face of my oldest son, Jason. I hadn't seen him in a long time, but I know my sons face. I knew he had a football player build the last time I seen him years ago, but even with the the sweaty muscular adonis he had become, I recognized my boy. I should have pulled away, I should have freaked out, I knew this was wrong, but my tina addled brain could only focus on how amazing the tree trunk he still had lodged in me felt. We both froze, staring into each others eyes with a mix of fear and lust but clearly neither of us wanting this feeling to stop. I continued breathing heavily and looking up my son as the sweat dripped from his nose. Without even thinking, my ass began to slowly move against him again. The fear faded from his face and he teared up a bit and let out muffled sniffle before saying, “I fucking love you dad” and lunching forward to begin frantically shoving his tongue into my mouth. Any thoughts of “wrong” vanished as I returned his intense kisses. Our tongues battling to try to taste more of the other, the clear lust and longing taking over as his thrusts began picking up again. Within minutes it was clear he was getting close to cumming again as he pulled back and his body tensed. His muscles glistening as he yelled out “FUCK YEAH DAD! I'm knocking up your hot fag pussy with my poz cock” He thrust in deep and held it there again, my wet sloppy ass spasming around his wrist thick cock as he pumped load after load of his venom deep inside me...before I could try to actually think about the implications of what he was saying, he leaned in and began kissing me again. He broke our lip long long enough to look me square in the eyes as he said, “I love you Dad” “I love you too Jason” I said before hugging him against me as tight as I could To Be Continued? (I have ideas)

Went to Buena Vista Park last night to try my luck. Been there twice and nothing happened, but three time's a charm. The action mainly happened on a wooden path with a row of railing. I grabbed the first cock I saw, kneeled down and sucked it passionately. Couldn't really tell the identity of the guy, but he had an average cock that's just right to start off. After a few minutes, I dropped my pants and turned my butt to him, leaning on the railing. He put his cock inside my pre-lubed ass easily. A big crowd gathered to us, as we were fucking alongside two other guys. Line was formed, as tops were waiting for their turn. The first guy stopped and moved on to the bottom next to me. A shorter middle aged white guy walked up to me, held my hand to his cock confidently. It was a rock hard fat 8.5. I sloppily sucked his fresh tasting meat, then shoved it right into my ass as I took a few deep hits of poppers. He penetrated my hole for about 15 minutes, then pulled it out and said he needed a break. A younger Asian guy with a 6 inch quickly put his dick inside me right after the 2nd guy pulled out. While not being nearly as big, he made it up with skill and passion. The crowd grew bigger as we both made a lot of noises. He moaned loudly as he flooded my hole with the first load of the night- the cum flow onto my legs and pants like a stream. I was about to wipe it off and take a break, but a taller, fit asian guy held me against the railing, pressing his thick 7 inch into me. He was the most aggressive top for the night, calling me a dirty slut and names. "You like being raped like this don't you?" He said, while raping my hole like a mad dog. He lasted pretty long and was wearing me out, until he donated his sperm inside my hole. I pulled my pants up and was ready to leave, a tall older white guy came and politely asked if he could fuck me. I touched his cock and felt a big 8 inch, so I dropped my pants again and let him claimed that ass. In about an hour, I took 5 dicks and 2 loads. Before I called an Uber, a handsome blonde, blue eyed doctor on BBRT said he would love to use a wet used hole like mine. I went to his place, he was waiting naked with a hard nice average cock. I get naked and get on all four, as he aggressively fucked me in doggy. He came pretty quickly, we cuddled for a bit. We started kissing, his cock got hard again. We fucked in missionary for the rest of the hour.

In my experience, really feeling a connection to the top means being able to respond to them and stretch and accommodate them. It's not only big men who feel that rejection, but men who need to fuck a long time and cum multiple times (the one-and-done bottom mentality). Men who are big, long-fucking, and multi-cummers have the biggest challenge of all trying to find bottoms willing to receive all they have to give without restriction. All big breeders deserve the feeling of penetrating, stretching, reshaping, fucking, and inseminating a willing and eager bottom's cunt for as long as they need, and to have their seed cherished and absorbed.

I'm not going to refuse a guy for being too big, but I will approach with caution and respect. As has previously been mentioned the last thing I want is it to turn in to a bad experience for both of us. I know I can take a good size without too much warm up, but that is definitely not the same as no warm up. I need to be in that good mind space and relaxed enough to open up and he needs to be horny for me. That won't happen for either if he's just trying to ram home and I'm constantly trying to find a comfortable way to take it. Much better to build up to the main event so we're both ready and he can pound away and we both get what we want.

That’s a really interesting point because in my experience, the really hung guys I’ve been with - and possibly because of the rejection you speak of - have always been aware of it and been considerate.

Damn that sucks. But you did right, shook it off and had a great experience in a new/different location. However, I definitely wouldn’t have kept messaging. At this point you are just feeding his ego, and he feels comfortable flaking on you or anyone else because there will be no consequences. You did the next guy no favors.

I fucking love cock - so don;'t really care one way or the other - but uncut is fucking sexy

I just offer my hole and it either gets filled or it doesn't!

A collegue who I worked with previously, I hated him, he was a bigot, homophobic, racist,nasty type, always mouthing off cocky alphamale. He was in a sauna i was in, however, He did not see me, I saw him first and watched him pushing trolls away, really rudely and nasty anyway, he went in the darkroom at the sauna, I followed him in, moved to the side of him, he had a thick gold chain so I knew it was him. I felt him up and was shocked at the size of his Bollocks, they were huge, I tasted his cock ,felt his asshole, he pushed me off. He was on his knees and I rammed my cock hard into his throat and he was gagging, I then got another two guys to fuck his throat hard, he had no idea, but was really gagging, I was egging them on to fuck him hard and he was choking and coughing. Sounds pathetic, but I took alot from doing this.

Gotta say, i never refuse cock, size is no issue, even if small, what I sometimes have to think about is Girth. I was sucking s cock and his girth was to thick for my mouth. He was so hot and nice, he explained that he has so many women refusing him and lots of guys too. I did it, OMG, I felt like I was being split open, he had all his dick fully in me and when relaxed more, he fucked me good and flooded me with lots of cum. He was so grateful, however, he had ripped my hole, it bled so much, it was painful for ages after and I am sn experienced bottom. Everytime I went for a dump it opened again. I had to wait a while till it healed. So thick Girth does have me anxious, but I would prob do again.

Inflatables help stretch the hole, progressively larger toy frequently shoved into your hole help. Most of all practice relaxing your ass muscles, clench them tight and then concentrate on just those muscles and feel them relax. I refer that to being in the zone, so when a trusted guy is opening you up you relax all the opening sphincter muscles and let him in. Forget about the typical roles of top/bottom because the bottom is always in charge. The trusted guy fisting you should be watching your face and reading your muscles, as you relax he’ll know when to go deeper or wider. There is nothing more pleasurable than a long slow session where yesterday’s limits are mutually pushed and expanded, if you are into it and open enough try some rapid punch fucking. You are in charge so don’t be afraid to be vocal.

fuck this is so hot. I recognize myself so much in it when you describe that feeling when your brain switches off and just says yes to a guy, you rush to get your ass ready and suddenly bend over bb for a completely unknown guy and take his load. then you have that mix of guilt and excitement, but the excitement takes over, you put a finger into your wet hole and taste the anonymous load that is inside you and from that moment you are just hooked and want more and more and accept any load, even the dirtiest ones as long as you get as much DNA inside as you possible. This is exactly how it started for me. just stop thinking and bend over and then you know you found your place forever

Thank you, that's good. Which means: "DM me." You stimulate the imagination with your story. What if ... oh! And some are already telling their story. It's really good. Would like to add a story that has been told to me.

I went to Lateshift on Sunday afternoon for the weekly naked session. It was busy as. I met a tall guy mid twenties who was standing watching the others - though he had underwear on. I walked past him and said he should take those off. He followed me round the corner to a wider more public area of the club and said maybe I should help him out. I got on my knees and pulled out a very nice uncut cock with a small PA. I started sucking him off and his cock grew and grew in my mouth till I needed to huff some poppers. Then we carried on and slowly he started throat fucking me... holding my head still and turning me into a slobbering mess with his 9 inch cock all the way down my throat. We had quite a crowd so I got up from my knees and bent over hoping someone would start fucking my hole but no one joined in. Then the guy decided he wanted to fuck me and turned me round - no lube- just the slick coating from the throat fuck and he forced his cock into my cunt. My god it was good. He fucked me leaning against the wall for a good 10 minutes then spun me round again to fuck my throat. A couple of guys offered their cocks whilst I was getting fucked but the cock in my arse was so fucking good I just wanted to concentrate on that. I didn’t get his load but it was an excellent fuck!

Can host some weekdays before 5pm. Expert cock sucker. Eager hungry bottom. Welcome to have either or both holes. Have poppers, porn, fuckbench, blindfold or glory hole. Will be naked and ready when you get here. Cum fill me with your seed. 32 years, Slim

Not that it's the same, but I have looked at sperm, collected 50 hrs after being bred, under a microscope and it was still alive and swimming around quite energetically.

ATTENTION PIGS. AM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE MY RESULTS ARE BACK I AM NOW BACK TO BEING TOXIC!!!!

I was back at my Alma mater a few years ago for a football game. We finished up tailgating and everyone had gone home. I was still too drunk to drive. So, I decided I would stroll along campus, and revisit the bathroom where I gave my first ever blow job. I was not disappointment. I took the last stall and waiting for the "foot tap". I got one a beautiful near 7in white hot cock. I swallowed him whole and had him moaning in no time. I pulled off and whispered if he wanted some ass. He leaped to his feet and joined me in my stall. He had me bent over the toilet in no time flat. He pit on his cock and added some to my bare hole, and he very slowly sunk that this 7inch bare cock. He pumped his thick dick in my cunt and grunted out he was going to breed me. I pushed back as I could feel his cock throb in my pussy. He zipped up and told me thank you. When he opened the door there stood a specimen of a black god. He asked for seconds. He told me he was watching over the top and he had to have some hot daddy ass. I was 38 at the time. He unfurled his thick 8in black dick and slid in me with ease as I had spit and um in my well fucked hole. He fucked me hard with vengeance and I gripped the toilet for support. He had to fuck me for at least 10 minutes before he added his thick cum to my cunt. When he zipped and left. I closed the door and locked it. I sat for moment as cum dripped out of me. I cleaned up a little and left the evidence sitting in the toilet while I decided to go check a few more of cruising haunts.

I wanna fuck some neg holes, with my toxic seed. HMU

Gave up PornHub some time ago after I discovered Bareback Bastards

Locked sluts shouldn't even jack off period.

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

The following story is fiction, but the premise is based on real life experiences. Needless to say, 2020 was off to a terrible start. Even without a global pandemic, life had become abysmally bad. My name is Mark. I had just turned 25. I grew up in New England. Small high school, team sports, honors and AP classes, etc. I went to a state school, did pretty well there majoring in a Pre-Med field but never took the step to follow through with medical school. After graduating I took a job at a prestigious R&D facility. The only problem was that it was located in my hometown. With 150 kids in my graduating class, you can imagine the gay scene left a lot to be desired, to say the least. I applied for months to other jobs, but finally after lots of interviews and being edged-out by someone else, I got one. So right after I turned 25 around Christmas I packed up and moved in with some old college friends in Boston with a spare room. The first few days were great. But things quickly went down hill. I bounced my car off a couple guardrails and got a DWI (being a straight edge kid from a rural town, I had never even gotten so much as a speeding ticket). My childhood friend committed suicide. The guy I had been dating for six months in Boston before the move decided to go back to his ex. And some of my friends decided that I was damaged goods after the DWI and never spoke to me again. I'd be lying if I said I didn't consider jumping into the harbor and ending it. Pre-social distancing, I was pretty active sexually. I'd have one or two hookups a week. I'm a bottom. I'm pretty average looking, brown hair, brown eyes, beard. I'm not fit but I'm not fat either. I've been told I'm actually very charismatic, which probably explains why I've managed to hook up and date guys way out of my league. But during this time I didn't really care about looks or anything else. Just their dicks. Most of them were one time things. I took them all and never used a condom. If I'm being honest I hadn't used condoms since I was 21. The youngest was an 18 year old hockey player at Harvard. The oldest was some grandpa in an alley near Methadone Mile. And everything in between. Blowjobs in club bathrooms, shady hotel sex, etc. I'm still amazed that I didn't catch anything. Looking back on it, I think I was channeling my depression into other outlets, mainly sex. By early February it was all finally too much. I was walking back to my apartment. A married guy had messaged me to come over from, he bred me then kicked me out saying his wife and kid were on their way home. It was pretty early and not very far, but it had turned windy and cold, so I ordered an Uber. Only instead of going home, I went downtown to a bar I liked. It was small, nothing special but that was why I liked it. I had a beer, then started walking along the water. I stopped and looked out over the black water for what seemed like forever before jumping over the railing that separated the sidewalk from the water. I closed my eyes and fell forward, the shock of the water sending knives of cold through my skin. I felt a strange sensation of moving back towards shore instead of farther out, and suddenly felt myself on dry land. "Are you okay? Stay with me, don't fall asleep", a low but warm voice said. That's when I turned my head and saw Michael, the man that would change my life in more ways than one in the coming weeks. ........................................ This is my first time writing. Kind of a long preamble but setting the stage for later. Feedback appreciated.

Chapter 3 – My First Alpha: The cold stone of the fireplace against my back made me feel safe, as did the piece of wood I still gripped in my right hand. Last night had started fucking amazing, like a total wet dream as I bent over and took a number of raw daddy dicks in the basement bathroom of the local bar. Now here I was. Scared, scarred, and with some foul cum from the beast that attacked and fucked me still dripping out of my ass. Yet, no matter how painful and frightful that had been, just thinking about the way he/it mounted me, fucked me with such intensity, and then filled me to the rim with the biggest load imaginable made my dick stick straight up and start leaking. Fuck I’m a mess! A few hours passed and I was still there – sitting in a puddle of dried beast nutt that had leaked from my ass, my back against the fireplace where I felt safest and in nothing but tattered rags keeping the cold at bay – when Mr. Stockton and his boys found me the next morning. At first when I heard the porch boards creak my heart leapt into my throat, I snapped my head, my guts twisted and the bile started to rise. Was the beast back? Would he breed me again? Shit I had to quit thinking about that. That’s fucked up! The front door knob jiggled, twisted, I then heard keys and the door slowly opened. My heart was still racing as a dark shadow filled the door that was barely lit with the soft glow of early dawn. One heavy footstep, then another, and I sighed in relief as it was just a man. Well not ‘just’ a man. It was a fucking-smoking-hot-as-hell-daddy! My dick sprang right up again and I had to adjust to tattered quilt to keep it hidden. The man stepped into the cabin and looked around, quickly taking in the broken table, lamp, and turned over furniture. He SNIFFED once, then twice, a grim expression on his face before his gaze landed on me. Sensing my fear and anxiety, he took an easy step my way, with his left hand slightly extended and a slight stoop in his posture. “You OK there son?” he asked. I cocked my head, my muscles relaxing just from the confidence and power in his voice. My shoulders slumped, but before I could respond there was a loud ruckus on the porch, the beating of booted feet, and four more guys rushed in through the door. “Pops, we checked around back and…..” The man before me threw his right back to halt their progress and snapped his head to the side as he snarled, “SSHHHH!” The other four stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes now all settling on me. I looked back up at the first man – this daddy – and wanted to whimper as he reminded me of Clifton – a bigger and better version of Clifton anyways. Tall, muscular, long black hair, big bushy beard and mustache, but instead of blue, this daddy’s eyes were a rich emerald green with centers of blazing orange that shone out from under his thick brows like the light from the Colossus of Rhodes. “Easy now,” the daddy said as he squatted down in front of me, his jeans straining to contain his thighs, “Apologies for my boys here. They forget their manners sometimes and its not often we have company up here. I’m J.M. Stockton. Did you find my notes?” Mr. Stockton? Wow. I expected some old white haired dude with a cane or something. This guy looked maybe 35 and as I peered over his shoulder at his ‘boys’ who had all scooted forward closer, I wrinkled my brow as I questioned how they could be his sons? One of them didn’t look that much younger than he did, although the youngest looking one, who stood a bit back and to the side holding his right arm, looked about my age. I turned back to Mr. Stockton who was looking at me with the most intense gaze Mr. Stockton eased his left hand forward, his forearm was thick, hairy, and his hand was like three times the size of mine. I eyed it like I was seeing a snake in the garden and trying to decide if I should whack it or let it be. Before I could act one way or the other Mr. Stockton’s hand flashed forward, grabbed the end of the piece of firewood, twisted it, pulled it out of my hand, and casually tossed it back into the pile beside the fireplace. He set his hand on my right shoulder, I shivered, and he said in the calmest voice, “I hope you don’t mind us checking on you. I thought I heard something last night and wanted to make sure you didn’t have any trouble.” What could I say? I got raped by some beast? Some animal decided it was horny, came to the cabin, opened the door, turned off the lights, then mounted me and cummed in me? Fucking crazy! Instead I stuttered, “SSSome ann ann - a bear or something got in. I mmm mmmust have left the door unlocked. I’ll pay for the table and lamp and stuff. I’m…I just…” I was shaking so hard now. Mr. Stockton squeezed my shoulder, spun on his heals, stood to his full height and snarled at his boys, “Get out. Go home.” Three of them took right off. The last stood there looking particularly defiant. Mr. Stockton pointed, “Isaac. Right now.” Isaac glared at me, rubbed his upper arm, then stomped out, slamming the door behind him. Mr. Stockton kneeled down beside me, he licked a finger and wiped at something on the side of my head. I stared into his emerald eyes, which now seemed to burn even brighter and shook my head. I started to try to get up and yelped in surprise as Mr. Stockton wrapped his big muscular arms around and under my body and lifted me right up as he stood like I was a bag of groceries. The tattered and shredded quilt dragged along the floor as he carried me into the bedroom and gently laid me onto the bed. I shivered at his burning touch and tried to bury myself deeper in the quilt’s remains. Mr. Stockton tenderly caressed the side of my head in reassurance, then stepped into the bathroom and yelled, “I WAS A MEDIC IN THE ARMY BACK IN THE DAY AND LIVING OUT HERE, WE HAVE TO BE ABLE TO CARE FOR OURSELVES. I’LL HAVE YOU FIXED RIGHT UP IN NO TIME.” He soon came back with a first aid kit, as well as a bottle of whiskey. He took a long swig, wiped his mouth, then handed the bottle to me. My hands shook, the whiskey burned, but when it hit my stomach it helped. I clung to the bottle as Mr. Stockton pulled the tattered quilt away and off my body. He sat on the edge of the bed, and with a determined look, began running his hands up and down my chest and torso, inspecting all of my little cuts and bruises. His touch sent waves of desire and a strange tingling sensation through me and my dick popped right up and started twitching, anxious for attention. I tried to cover it with my left hand, Mr. Stockton let out a barrel chested laugh and said, “Hell, no need to be shy with me. It’s OK.” Was it my imagination or was his dick getting hard too? I swear that long, deep shadow and bulge was not showing in his jeans a second ago. He continued to tenderly examine my sides, hips, legs, and paused with a look of concern when he got to the large slash marks on my upper left arm. He squeezed my arm tight, his eyes narrowed, and he roughly pulled me close to him as he SNIFFED, then shocked me as he ran his long, rough tongue over the open and scabby cuts, slathering them in his spit. What the fuck? I tried to pull back, but he was focused on licking my wounds. When he was done, he released my arm and looked embarrassed, “My apologies. I didn’t mean to frighten you. Saliva has some of the best healing and cleaning properties and for cuts like those is better than peroxide, which actually kills good cells too. Now tell me, honest now, how did you get those cuts on your arm?” I sighed. Hell. “The bear, it…” I started, but from the narrowing of Mr. Stockton’s eyes I knew he didn’t believe me. Fuck. I took a long swig of whiskey for courage and blurted out as fast as I could, “There was this thing, this animal, some sort of…fuck I don’t know. I was asleep, and then I woke up, it was dark, and then I felt it, saw it, the light…fuck! Then it was on me, not just on me, but ON me, and then in me, like, fuck! It…it…fucked me OK. It held me down on the floor as it fucked me. It had claws and like fingers, but not really, and was hairy, and fuck! I don’t know. It was dark, but it…I passed out I guess…and…” I gulped more whiskey. Mr. Stockton was looking even more concerned and then his faced turned to a mask of rage. I cried out as he suddenly and forcefully pushed my legs apart and tried to pull away. He let out a guttural growl, his green eyes now aflame in dark reds and oranges. My eyes widened and I froze as Mr. Stockton leaned across my open legs, keeping them pried apart with his shoulder and body as he rammed three fingers up my sore ass, dug around, pulled them out, sniffed them, nodded his head, then licked the toxic nutt and pooled ass juice off while I watched in scared fascination. The rage battled within him, his entire body shook. Mr. Stockton took a deep breath, then another, and let it out. He sat back up and gently put his hand on my thigh, “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to be – so forward. I know you have been though something that should never have happened and that is truly not allowed. There WILL be consequences I can assure you of that. Here, have some more whiskey.” I gladly took the bottle, filled my throat, and put my hand to my head. I was so confused and didn’t understand what was going on, but something was. I could feel it, sense it, and nothing made any sense. Mr. Stockton took the bottle, set it on the nightstand, then turned and laid back onto the bed on his side as he slid his left arm under my neck. I nestled against his warm body, his big arms holding me safe and secure. I could also feel his raging boner pressing through his jeans, which made me push slightly against him. Mr. Stockton pushed against my body, but did not make any more moves. He just lay there, letting me feel him, smell him, sense him, as we shared the space and I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep. I awoke a short time later and Mr. Stockton was still holding me. He sensed I was awake and whispered, “Hey, how are you feeling?” I yawned, rubbed at my eyes, “Good, thank you. I’m sorry I fell asleep, I guess…” He interrupted me and said, “Nothing to be sorry about at all. You needed it, and from the feel of this – that’s not all you need.” Mr. Stockton’s large hand was now covering my raging hard dick and my tight balls. He squeezed slightly, making me moan, and while continuing to squeeze my manhood he began kissing my head, sniffing my hair, kissing the back of my neck, and then flipped me onto my stomach as he tenderly kissed my back, thighs, calves, then moved back up until his hot breath was hovering over the crack of my ass. He sniffed some more – long, deep, his nostrils flaring in and out as he marked all the scents wafting off my body. “I can stop if you want me to,” Mr. Stockton offered. I twisted my head, focused my eyes, and begged, “NO, please don’t stop. I want you to. I need you to. I have to…I need…” He smiled. “I know pup. I know. I’m here now.” The rays of the morning sun were now peaking through the trees, casting a spotlight through the cabin’s bedroom window onto the broad back of Mr. Stockton as he unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled off the t-shirt underneath. I held my breath. His chest was broad, muscular, defined, and covered with a tight mat of hair. A thick line of fur ran down his torso and disappeared into his jeans. His arms flexed as he moved, every muscle defined and in sync like the perfect parts of a complex machine. Boots were kicked to the side, the zipper slowly retreated, and Mr. Stockton bent forward to pull them off over his large socked feet. When he stood back up I gasped and whimpered. His V-shaped torso was centered on his solid hips that were held aloft by the biggest, muscled thighs I could have imagined. Front and center was a long, thick penis cased in a foreskin sheath that glistened in sweat and musk and filled the room with daddy scent, nestled to each side were two balls that look like they belonged on a Brahman bull. Each ball was matted in fur and I imagined the skin underneath felt tough like hide. My whimpering was uncontrollable now as was the primal urges coursing through my naked body. I twisted around and scooted so my ass was on the edge of the bed. I glanced at Mr. Stockton, his eyes a blazing red and orange color again as his long shaft stiffened and a steady stream of daddy-lube dribbled out and onto the wood floor below like the warning signs of a spring flood. My head spun as a wave of musk hit me again. I raised my legs up and back, grabbed the back of my knees to offer my morning sweet spot to this daddy, and waited. Mr. Stockton blocked all light from the window as his mighty form invaded my space and he leaned over my shaking body. He rested his elbows on the bed to other side of my arms, pinning me, and began to nuzzle, nip, and kiss and lick my neck and face. I couldn’t breathe as his mouth fully enveloped mine, his beard scratchy and carrying too many scents for me to comprehend at that time. Mr. Stockton forced air into my lungs, then let me exhale through my nose, then breathed for me again – our heartbeats becoming come. I hooked my ankles into the cross hatch of his hips and grabbed the sides of his rippling torso as he nuzzled his now fully hard manhood at the entrance to my ass and prelubed it with his daddy juice. I couldn’t take the need any longer that was building inside me like a shaken can of soda. I had to feel him in me, deep, and hard, and moaned and whimpered into Mr. Stockton’s daddy mouth and tried to push my ass onto the head of his shaft. He released my mouth, his dark hair creating a world of privacy as it fell around my head and my entire field of vision was taken up with his burning red eyes. All green was gone, and not a hint of orange was left. They were now like two blood red moons and glowing, but I was not afraid as I knew it was his burning desire for me that stoked that furnace. “Take me, please,” I whispered. Mr. Stockton gave me a lopsided smile, which made his upper lip curl up on the left side, exposing a long, sharp tooth. His voice seemed deeper, and layered with power, and echoes upon echoes, as he asked, “You give yourself to me of your own free will? Do you submit to me?” “YES PLEASE, OH YES, FUCK ME, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME – I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME – I…” WAS INTERRUPTED IN MY CRAVEN APPEALS WHEN MR. STOCKTON GRIPPED MY HEAD TIGHT BETWEEN HIS HANDS, THE PRESSURE FROM HIS FINGERTIPS READY TO SQUEEZE MY HEAD LIKE AN ORANGE, AND WITH HIS EYES BURROWING INTO MY INNERMOST SELF, HIS 11-INCH ALPHA SHAFT PUNCTURED MY ANAL RING, REOPENED THE BEASTIAL WOUNDS, AND ANOINTED MY GUTS WITH HIS STREAMING MAN LUBE. MY BACK ARCHED, BUT NOT IN PAIN, ONLY ULTIMATE ECSTASY AS HE WOUND DEEPER THROUGH MY GUTS AND HIS BODILY FLUIDS SOOTHED ALL ACHES AND PAINS, HEALED MY WOUNDS SEEN AND UNSEEN, AND GIFTED ME WITH HIS BLESSINGS. My body was used as an extended, unholy sheath for Mr. Stockton’s dick. My eyes closed, my mind was inundated with images of bodies past, present, future, and of what could be - and what must be. That weird electric orgasmic feeling that I had gotten previously hit me like a hurricane hits the Caribbean and all reason and thought was replaced by my unbridled need for him to fuck me, use me, and breed me deeper than I had ever been taken. Time stopped, or sped up, or slowed down, I’m not really sure, but when I opened my eyes again, sweat was pouring off Mr. Stockton’s hairy body, his hands now cradle the sides of my head in a dominant lock, and his entire eyes had gone to a deeper red, almost black as he slammed raw into my offered ass again – and again – and again. Mr. Stockton stopped. His eyes slowly returned to a semi-normal state, where the whites became a dull gray and the iris became the blood red moons. His lip curled, he growled deep from his chest. I knew it was time. Our bodies drew apart, one limb untangled from the next. Mr. Stockton grabbed three pillows from the head of the bed and placed them on the side edge. I rolled over, my stomach on the pillows, my knees tucked up tight, my feet dangling over the edge, and with my arms holding the pillows tight under me I stuck my ass up and out, letting my own scents and desires lead this alpha daddy on. I was open, ready, and waiting, and Mr. Stockton slammed his mighty dick into my quivering ass and yelled loud enough to rattle the windows. His massive hands landed with a thud on either side of me as he arched his body to scrape me deep, to dig me out, and to prepare me for what was to come. AT THE MOMENT I HAD NO IDEA WHERE IT CAME FROM, BUT I YELLED, “FUCK ME LIKE THE BEAST! TAKE ME LIKE HE DID! DON’T STOP! TAKE ME!” The hot breath on my back shifted from a humid summer morning, to the gates of Hell. The deep, chested growls grew louder so that my ears hurt and thrummed within my skull. My peripheral vision caught – but did not fully process in the moment – the changing of Mr. Stockton’s hands from those of a daddy, to the clawed extremities of an alpha – which shredded the sheets and mattress beneath our writhing bodies with frightening ease and drew a trail of destruction as they pulled back. There was no tenderness now as the alpha mounted me fully. Each thrust was a forced entry designed to prepare me for what lay ahead. The swollen shaft would withdraw all the way and slam back in. Over and over in steady rhythm to ensure I would submit wholly and without reservation. I was not in pain in a bad way. Did it hurt? Fuck yes. Did I want it? Fuck yes. Did it have to be so rough? Fuck yes. The chaser in me knew that the best way to get a top’s toxic load in me was to be torn open, my insides made bloody and raw and my gut lining exposed to their venomous cum. The pup’s instinct in me told me there was more to come from my alpha and in offering myself this way, in feeling his desire and pleasure with every thrust, my own ecstasy built. ALL SUCH THOUGHTS HOWEVER COULD NOT QUITE PREPARE ME. THE ALPHA’S DICK SWELLED LONGER, THICKER, STRETCHING ME EVEN MORE. I COULD TAKE IT, I WOULD TAKE IT. HIS GROWLS AND PANTING LABORED BREATHS LET ME KNOW HE WAS GETTING CLOSE TO BREEDING ME AND I STEADIED MYSELF, HELD FIRM, AND WELCOMED THE INUNDATION AS THE BACK SIDE OF THE STORM UNLEASHED ITS DOWNPOURS. THE ORGASMIC FEELINGS I HAD EXPERIENCED EVEN EARLIER WERE NOTHING COMPARED TO HIS SEED INSIDE ME. MY STOMACH FILLED WITH HIS ALPHA SPERM AS HE DEPOSITED FAR MORE THAN ANY NORMAL MAN EVER COULD. MY GUTS BURNED AND WELCOMED HIS GIFT, AND THEN IT BEGAN. A PRESSURE FAINT AND GROWING JUST INSIDE MY ASS RING AS HIS CUM CONTINUED TO POUR FORTH FROM HIS EVIL EYE. THE PRESSURE INCREASED EVER OUTWARD, ALL WHILE HE CONTINUED TO NUTT ME. I KNEW HIS DICK WAS STILL IN ME, BUT THIS FELT LIKE A FIST HAD BEEN ADDED AS WELL. MORE AND MORE THE BASE OF HIS SHAFT SWELLED UNTIL MY ASS RING WAS STRETCHED AND PLUGGED BY AN ALPHA KNOT UNIMAGINABLY LARGE. The alpha’s pants and growls continued and I could feel his dick still pulsing deep within me, but he no longer thrusted in and out and I whispered over and over, “Thank you, thank you, thank you….” As his knot held tight, locking us together, ensuring that I was forever marked as. I knew my life had changed at the moment. Exactly how in all the little ways did not matter. What did matter was that I had found where I belonged, or I should say to whom I belonged. A bond had been created, although it was only the first step to a greater bond than I could have ever dreamed. Time flowed back to the normal tick-tock of the mantel clock. I closed my eyes, embracing the moment, not wanting it to leave me, but as with all things, that too passed. Mr. Stockton was kissing the back of my neck and I could feel his knot and shaft softening and then WHOOSH as the grip it had in my ass was released and he slid out of me followed by the backwash of what felt like a hundred fucks. Mr. Stockton tenderly reached down, lifted me up, placed me prone on the bed and as he slid his left arm under my neck and snuggled up against my wet backside, he quietly said, “We need to talk.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I picked at the shredded sheet and mattress that surrounded us, pinching remnants of them between two fingers and said, “You think?” Stay tuned for Chapter 4 – My Happy Ending