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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.

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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?

Hello everyone! (Please not this is just my solution and isn’t a guide to everyone) As you all know, COVID has messed with everyone's hookup plans big time. One of my regular hookups is my next door neighbor, he’s a married father of 3 in his mid to late 30’s. He works from home and his wife runs her own business which means she’s gone from the house during the days. Before COVID, I was able to plan times to hookup with him due to my family and his family having predictable schedules... not anymore though. My home has 2 basements, one is below the garage where my parents park their cars and one is below the main lounge. The basement under the garage is practically sound proof and there is also a small window that is nearly ground level to the outside. I’ve managed to start sucking his cock through that window, he just kneels down in front of the window and sticks his dick through... I would stand on a ladder and suck him to completion. This wasn’t enough for us though. One day when my parents and siblings were gone, I hired a contractor to install 4 screw holes in the ceiling... I’m not sure what the name of it is but you can then screw/bolt things into them and it would be able to hold a lot of weight. I then paid a company to make me 2 pieces of steel in this shape: [____] At the top of the [ and ] pieces there are screw holes that can align with the holes in the ceiling. This way I could attach both of the steel pieces to the ceiling and it would act like 2 handles that are easily removable. Now, when he comes over, I screw in the handles and lift myself up with them, pushing my ass out of the window and just hold myself there as he fucks me. Anyway, what do you think of my solution? Can you think of any better ideas to hookup with him secretly?

Oh my God, it had to have been snowing in Nashville last night - flakes were everywhere. Against my better judgment (I knew better than this, I have only myself to blame) I agreed to meet a guy for a breeding at a hotel room at a point sort of midway between us - about an hour-and-half drive. He had kept up correspondence over several weeks, sent sample video... I figured, take a chance, he might actually show up. On my way down I get a message: “Sorry I missed you.” He hadn’t missed me, the fucker wasn’t even going to try, and couldn’t be bothered to get the timing right on his excuse. But again, not really shocked - Mr “Sam Breedswell”, aka rawdigbreeder on BBRTS, is in his mid-20s. Flaking and ghosting aren’t confined to the twentysomethings, of course, but the practice seems heavily clustered there. Honestly, I just don’t get it. I don’t understand what goes through someone’s mind to make them think to say “OMW” when they have absolutely no intention of moving an inch in your direction (happened twice last night in the space of an hour). Why does someone tell you they’re going to come within a certain time frame, knowing full well that they’re not going anywhere because they have no transportation? Like I said, this shit mostly seems to happen with the younger set, but the most egregious case I ever had involved two men who came to fuck me at a hotel, got as far as opening the door, and then bolted, leaving the door hanging open. They were both 40 years old. In reply to my incredulous WTF message, they said, “We chickened out.”(!)(!!) Who raises children to become adults who think behaving like this toward other people is okay? How does a young man square it with his conscience to string another man along for weeks and cause him to spend the cost of a hotel room and the time and effort of a three-hour round-trip drive, and then just blow him off? Maybe it’s just because I was brought up to be considerate of others that I don’t get this, but their psychology baffles me. I suppose in some cases it may be that a guy gets all wound up in his sexual fantasy talking to another guy online about doing some real thing, and then makes the statement that yes! He’s going to do it! On my way! And then having experienced that heady rush, immediately backs down in the face of reality because the truth is he doesn’t have the courage to follow his desires, or he’s too inhibited, or faces an actual barrier like no wheels. But that still doesn’t change the nature of what the guy does, which is essentially a total lie told to the other person that sets the other person up with a set of false expectations. The other thing is that the flakes do this without any apparent concern that it makes them appear utterly shitty to the people they offend, and burn every bridge they fail to cross as they do it. Their potential future connections get crossed off one by one as those people block them for flaking. In some communities, I imagine it could damage a reputation. Anyone have any better insight? I would like to understand what goes on in their heads. Just as an aside, last night I serviced a man who... did not entirely match his advertising on his profile. His profile pic was so out-of-date it was taken with a flip-phone(!), and he had developed an enormous growth on the top of his head. He told me before he arrived that he really looked forward to a lot of ball licking, and then the first thing he explained to me when he took off his pants was that he had a hernia that sometimes descended into his scrotum (as indeed it had now) and he needed a minute to push it back. I could go on, but I won’t, because none of that is the point. The point is that he showed up. In spite of all the potential reasons he could have faced rejection on arrival, he showed up. And I was happy to pleasure him because that man was more of a man than all of those flakes put together.

Yes I have. Several times actually. My then online buddy/Master told me off for being a bitch and not letting my boyfriends do what they wanted with me. So he ordered me to contact all three of them, tell them I was now a fag and a slut, and beg them to fuck me and let me suck them. The latest one I haven't been able to connect with, and it will be no sacrifice as he is hot and black. The second to last was a guy 15 years my senior who is still single. I broke up with him because he was needy, and started to really gain weight and stop caring. Really hated the guy, and found him disgusting. He was beside himself when I called, and when I told him what I was offering he ordered me to his place at once. He was looking older and worse than ever. I get angry just looking at him. Still I let him use me, taking his sweaty, filthy cock in my mouth, licking his big hairy sweaty balls. Then he fucked me. Made me feel sooo cheap. My first boyfriend, I knew had become a homeless and a drug-addict (I sure know how to pick them). He just wanted me to give him a blowjob. And now he stops me whenever I meet him, and makes me suck him off somewhere semi-privat. I hate it, but I love it afterwards.

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.

Keep this going!

I like to think I can take any size. With the right foreplay though, not when he just rams it in. I have a fuck bud (who I only saw once since Covid started). He's 9.5" (the biggest I ever had) and let's say we play well together 😉 I have refused one which I regretted. I was on vacation a few years ago and there was guy at the pool with a massive bulge. Even soft he was almost bursting out of his speedos. I spent the day around the pool nursing my hole. Had been fucked rough by two guys the night before. Later I saw him online. Very close (same hotel) and his profile pic was of that bulge in the same speedo. Looked at his profile. Said he was a top only with a 10" thick cock and only to contact him if you were serious and could take it. He had probably seen I had been looking at his profile and sent me a message asking if I wanted to fuck. The pic he sent along was indeed of a massive cock and bull balls. I was in lust but thought it wouldn't be a very good idea with the state my hole was in so I declined explaining the reason. "Your loss" was his reply. Didn't see him around the pool the next two days but I kept thinking about him (or his cock really). Of course when I was ready to go for it he had left. Bugger!

Fuck yes! So appreciative of your efforts on another chapter man. Just this chapter of getting the boys to Hunters door has got me boned and leaking. Can hardly wait for all the debauchery. Yum yum

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.

Hey Subpig - I'm a big power bottom that was really getting into getting fisted and could take a pretty decent sized fist. I got 4 haemorrhoids and an anal fistula repair in Oct 2018 - the surgery was really quick but the recovery is a challenge. For the first couple of days after, having not eaten and cleaned out for surgery you don't need to poop - but then on day 3 things start happening. I had a tub in my place at the time and the only way I could get through doing a dump was running the bath first, doing a poop, then immediately getting into a hot bath to manage the pain - after 10 minutes of breathing exercises and relaxing and swearing I was good to go. I can't imagine not having a hot bath and going through the recovery. Two weeks later, and I was healed up and went back to work - though still with pads in my underwear as the scars healed. Here's my rosebud pre surgery: The second picture is 1 week after surgery - so healing up pretty well. And here's me after 8 weeks Pretty good for 49 🙂 I started fucking after 12 weeks - and found the smallest cocked guy I could find and everything worked great. I was definitely tighter than before surgery and spent 2019 working up through my (old) dildo collection. I was fairly soon back to fucking like a bunny - I was in Paris in July - so 8 months after surgery - and got fucked more in a week than the whole year up till then. I didn't start fisting again till 1 year had passed - and now 15 months on I'm pretty much back to what I was taking before surgery. It's a slow process - but I've got a much nicer hole than I had before. I do have some scar tissue internally that guys feel with their fingers, but no-one has freaked out - and I guess when I'm getting fucked it all adds to the stimulation. I'm pretty open with guys that I've had surgery, so based on my experience I would go for the surgery - but just with your eyes open on the initial recovery. Good luck! J

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!

as a bareback bathhouse gangbang cumdumpster that is my absolute favourite part of being such a slutty indiscriminate whore. that short period when a top blows his load in me then pulls out, leaving my fuckhole gaping and dripping some anonymous strangers cum, just drooling cum from my pussy, dripping down my ass into a little puddle on the floor for a few seconds before the next stranger steps between my spread legs and easily slides his bare cock into me and begins to fuck me. I love thinking about what a dirty whore I must look like waiting there, blindfolded, overfilled with loads waiting for the next complete stranger to bareback my faggot ass, clearly not caring who blows their load in me. I often wonder if men watching think I'm pure trash

NE DC here. Chubby, busty, fuzzy, trans boy ^.~

I awake with a blinding pain in my ass. “Man, that cherry is gone gone gone,” a voice says, laughing. My hole is stretched out like I’m giving birth. Then a wincing pain, then emptiness. I feel a cool breeze and I realize it’s flowing in and out of my anus. “Look at that! I can blow right into his hole! It’s totally gaping... wait, there it goes, closing back up.” Im just glad that the pain has stopped. I still can’t lift my arms and legs, but with the haze I’m feeling, I’m not complaining, just watching like I’m outside of my body. “Shall we go for round 2? Get me the funnel, I want to put a little more of my special mix in his ass.” I feel cool liquid slide in. “My turn again,” a deep voice says. Agin? I think to myself. What have they been doing? “Hey, get me some more paper towels, his ring is getting really messed up.” “You sure it’s not from inside?” “Nah, just from the stretching as we been going in. And I’m not going easy on him yet.” I feel thick fingers gently massaging my hole, which feels inflamed, puffy, tender. I feel three then four fingers, then the tip of a thumb, then knuckles push against my hole. I want to cry because of all the pain but all that comes out is a deep moan. “See, he’s loving it,” as the knuckles stretch, tear and push in. I can feel them like they are sliding in a short tight tunnel and then a gentle pop as the knuckles push through the tunnel. The pain has not stopped, only decreased a little. “Watch this guys, spread his legs a little so I can get in. I feel another nudge from something at my anus. “Let me pull out just a little...” the pain increases again as my anal canal gets stretched...”ok, there, I got the head in my palm, now the push...” I moan loud hard and deep. Another voice tells me “deep breaths, deep breaths.” “Ooooooh, see guys, told you I’d get it in.” I am crying at the top of my lungs on the inside, and I hear someone, “damn, that fat dick AND your damn huge paw. Get a closeup of that while he strokes.” In my pain, I could feel him fucking his palm, sliding his dick in as far as he could, the sensation of both hand and dick inside was mind blowing. Alternately, he was thrusting all of himself in my ass, fist and dick, only slowing when his dick was fully inserted but his arm kept pushing. Then I heard a deep gruff moaning with several pauses and the pressure on my sphincter was pulsing. He nutted. A lot. I could feel warm thick liquid leak from my stretched out hole. “You sure he’s ok?” “Give me a second to find out.” I felt a pulling out a lot faster than I wanted, too quickly and again I moaned hard. “All good, see my fingertips? He’s deep cleaned. The sphincter is definitely messed up, but he won’t need any doc to fix that.” “Ok, let’s continue his anal assault. Hey look! He came on the counter! By the looks of it, at least twice. Let me scoop some up and push it into his ass for the next round. Who’s up?” “Me, I heard another voice say. Inside, I’m crying for them to stop, but my body says just close your eyes. So I do.

A good pig should always clean off the top's dick. They put all the work into giving you your gift, it is the least you can do.

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

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.

This past Saturday at a gay bar and then the sex club. One guy fucked me in the semi darkroom at the bar with others watching. Then went to the sex club and took at least 12 (lost count) different cocks and loads in my slut ass! My ass got wrecked good and was sore for a couple days but felt great! Will be going back tomorrow night to get fucked and filled some more!

Same.

Gave up PornHub some time ago after I discovered Bareback Bastards

Locked sluts shouldn't even jack off period.

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

Chapter 5: Dibs on Dad's Ass (Sorry, this is a short chapter as it is kind of a wrap up for the end of chapter 4) Matt and I lay on our backs, still connected by the rubber monster-cock double header, Jason still impaled on his brothers massive dick. All three of us slick with sweat and chempiss and breathing heavily as Matt started to slowly gyrate his hips again, using his ass to fuck me while his thick cock began to slowly move in and out of Jason's hot ass again. It doesn't take long for him to pick up his pace as he puts a hand on each of Jason's hips as he begins to thrust harder and bounce his older “little” brother off hips, and while I am fucking LOVING the sight, my eyes keep rolling back in my head as the dildo I am sharing with Matt is REALLY grinding against my prostate. “FUCK YES, FUCK ME BRO” Jason yells as he raises on arm and does an impression of riding an electric bull. Loud wet sounds of skin slapping skin echo in the room as Jason bounces back to meet Matt's thrusts into his slick wet hole. Small amounts of Matt's piss leak out when he pulls back and it splashes over the rest of us as he drives back into Jason's eager man-cunt. The smells of our wet sex filling the air only adding to the buzz from all the chems my boys have fucked into me. I am swimming in sensation overload as Matt grunts, “god damn, I'm getting close bro... Hop off, I wanna bust in Dad” Jason's face flashed a wicked smile as he slowly stood up, His brothers hard cock slowly inching out of his hole until it came out with a wet plop and slapped against Matt's washboard abs and the remaining chempiss poured out over the two of us still on our backs. As the hot wet torrent let up, he finished standing, and turned around, squatting over my face and eager tongue. Jason's ass was fully gaped, the red and swollen lips futility trying to close as I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him down to my eager mouth. I was eagerly eating his Jason's hole as Matt pulled away from me. No idea who the dildo came out of first or last, but I was only just feeling the “cool” air breezing into my gaping fuck hole before I felt my youngest son's massive cock head pressing against my hole. Fortunately both it and I were still fully lubed as Matt quickly drove his dick into me. He only paused to enjoy the warmth for a second before he began to fuck me with a pace similar to what he had been using on Jason. I tried to let out loud moans of Ecstasy, but I was fully muffled by Jason's perfect muscle ass straddling my face. “AW FUCK YEAH, breed him bro!” Jason yelled as he held my legs up to make it easier for his Matt to plow into me at full force. The room filled with a mix of grunts, squishing, sloshing, and slapping sounds as Matt jackhammered into me. Any pretense of “form” was missing as he was gripping onto me and thrusting with animalistic need as his guttural breathing picked up to a crescendo which he punctuated with primal scream before he collapsed forward against me face planting against his brothers crotch as his entire body seized and convulsed with each volley of toxic cum that his massive cock spit into the torn and stretched deep inner walls of my anal cavity. As Matt's breathing returned to normal, he softly said, “I love pozzing your hole dad” before pulling his somewhat deflated but still half hard cock from my abused ass. The air rushing into the vacancy his cock left in me causing me to let out a longing whimper into Jason's rock hard ass, before Jason jokingly said “Dibs on Dad's ass!” as he stood up, allowing me to begin to catch my ass for a second, before Jason grabbed one of my arms and legs and proceeded to flip me like a pancake (I love how strong he is) before driving his rock hard cock balls deep in a single thrust. “Damn Matt, you destroyed this hole, see if Dad has any normal guy dick sized dildos” Jason said as he ling dicked my hole...”Duffel bag under the coffee table” I blurt out between whimpering pleas to “please fuck me son” Matt quickly leaves and comes back carrying his phone and my literal bag of dicks. He digs around in the bag quickly before handing a 8x6 dildo with balls to his brother as he sits on the edge of the bed and begins mindlessly worshiping the screen of his phone. Jason takes the dildo from his brother and pulls out of me far enough the he is able to get it between us and press it against my hole. “OK, fuck that's a lot” I say as I wince because he pushes the toy into me alongside his already thick cock, “Yeah it is” Jason happily says, as he begins to push both his and the fake dick into me. The sensation overload sending me flying as Jason slowly double fucks his brothers highly toxic load into my torn up hole.. “You called dibs, and here you are riding shotgun” Matt laughed as he continued fingering his screen Matt's comment was lost on Jason and I as we were lost in the sensation of him slowly double fucking me, the moisture coating us both lubing him up as his rippling muscles slid against my soft flesh. The two of us moving in blind unison as waves of blinding pleasure washed over me. “Damn” Matt eventually exclaimed, breaking the pig trance Jason and I found ourselves in. “I gotta gotta go make some deliveries” Matt said while fumbling with his phone. “I'll be back tonight” Matt said before leaning in to plant a deep sensual kiss on his brother Jason. “Make sure dad eats and drinks something that didn't come out of you, and don't fully destroy Dad's pussy until I get back” he said as he gave Jason's ass a loud slap. “Love you dad” Matt said before giving me a quick kiss and beginning to get dressed, still wet with sweat and our pig sex. “Just you and me for a while” Jason said as he resumed slowly double fucking me, and followed up with the command“Look at me and Open you mouth” I did as he ordered, twisted partly to my side which allowed me to look up into his devious smile as he cleared his throat, let lose a cough, and proceeded to let a thick loogie begin to drip out of his puckered lips, slowly lowering down into my open pig mouth... clearly at this point, I was down for whatever my boys wanted if it meant more of their dicks in me. His pace slowed as he leaned in and held my head back so he could begin kissing me. The mix of flavors and feelings causing us both to moan as he continued slowly fucking his brothers Poz+ cum out of my ass and into the mix of sweat and chempiss that had soaked my bed below us. He broke our kiss and began pinching my nipple “We are gonna have a lot of fun, I fucking love you Dad” We heard the front door slam, letting us know that Matt had left as Jason said “mmmm, All mine now” Jason said as he pushed my face down into the wet mattress “I am gonna FUCKING FILL this pussy!” Jason said as he began thrusting with purpose. “Aw fuck yeah Jason, breed my ass with your poz cum” I yelled “fucking knock up your old man” “FUUUUCK YES” Jason yelled as he began full on hate fucking my ass. Loudly slapping an ass cheek in between every few lunges before he began letting out guttural yells to punctuate each thrust. “Take it slut! FUCK, I Love you dad!!!” he cried out before pouncing forward and wrapping me in his arms, pulling me tight against him in a bear hug to meet his abrupt strokes as he empties shot after shot of his toxic venom in to mix with the remnants of his little brothers load. “Now, how are we gonna spend our day” he said as he pulled my head back to resume kissing me as I let out a long moan of satisfaction.

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Part 9: The New Pig I woke up feeling very warm and fuzzy, with a floating sensation. When I opened my eyes though, everything was black. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear anything either. I tried to move and felt myself swaying. At that moment I remembered what happened: after we kissed at the club, Michael took me into the bathroom and shoved me in the stall. There he forced me to my knees, and I saw him pull out his dick for the first time. It was about the thickness of a beer can, and as long as a bottle. Without a word, he shoved it in my mouth and pinned my head against the wall, so that the only direction I could move was farther down his cock. My jaw ached and he was hitting the back of my throat, I could feel bile rising in my throat. But he pulled out, pulled me up, and we left, ordering a car as we did. Once we were at the door to the apartment, they asked if I was ready. I said yes, but I didn't remember anything after walking in. At that moment I felt something being pulled off my ears and I heard Michaels voice. "Good, you're up pig. You've been out for a couple hours but we had to get started. So we cleaned you out, shaved your cock, ass, chest, and armpits for you. Needed your cock smooth before it went into your new cage". I realized he was right , my cock and balls felt squeezed by metal. "This sling is going to be your new home for awhile. We have to break you down before we can build you up. So you will stay chained in it, blindfolded and no hearing. You won't see or hear what's being done to you. You're a bottom pig, and we need to make sure your pussy is the best it can be. We'll have some help too so it's going to be fun". Then I heard Eric speak: "Don't worry, you're going to be a regular pig by end of this week". End of the week!? "Don't worry about work, I've taken care of that". And with that I felt pressure back around my ears. I forgot to mention that there was something in my mouth. At that moment it began to swell, I realized that whatever this mask was also had an inflatable gag. And then suddenly, the acrid smell of poppers filled the mask. Every couple of minutes a fresh rush would fill the mask; I could feel drool starting to run down my cheeks. I don't know how long I just laid there like that. But eventually I felt something at each of my nipples, then suction. They were sore but not painful, however the suction stopped and they remained swollen in whatever device was being used. Then I felt fingers at my hole, and something long and thin go into it, followed by a wetness. This was repeated at least six times, and I started to get very nervous about what they were going to be using (I'd seen some of the toys in that room the size of two fists). After a couple minutes, the fingers were back, prying, exploring. I thought I felt a tongue at one point. I then felt what I thought was a dildo slide into me. The poppers were working, because I could tell it was something I normally wouldn't be able to take. There must have been at least nine inches that slid in. Suddenly, it moved forward and I felt myself swinging from the momentum. It stayed for a few seconds then retreated, before again. This continued with increasing frequency, and I realized they must be using a fuck machine on me, each thrust was way too mechanical. I don't know how long I was in that sling being used like that. Under normal circumstances I could take use like that for an hour, maybe two. But the poppers and lube were doing their work. Every now and then I got a rush of fresh air, the poppers having been removed. Occasionally the machine would stop, and the dildo removed so they could put more lube in me. After ages, the machine was removed and not replaced. My hole felt ruined, I could feel air rushing into it. Suddenly though, it was replaced with what felt like a large butt plug. There wasn't much resistance, it went in and my sphincter gripped it like my life depended on it. I then felt a painful pinch in my arm that lingered, and started to panic. "Stop struggling, you'll pull the IV out and blood is one of two things I won't tolerate. You need to hydrate and get some nutrients, so Sean is giving you a banana bag." Who the fuck was Sean? After a couple hours, I felt the needle removed. I then spent what felt like hours having all sorts of things put in my hole. Fingers, toys, real cocks. The minute one thing was removed another replaced it. I suddenly heard Michael proclaiming "Only two days in, but you've got a nice pussy forming pig". I had been in that sling for two days!? ..............................................................

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

Chapter 2 – Toxic Lycan Nutt: I strategically adjusted the hard dick in my jeans with my left hand as I continued to steer the rental car with my right. Classes had wrapped up Thursday afternoon so Friday morning I finished packing, got to the rental office, and on the road by noon to follow Clifton’s directions to his home town. Clifton was a big, hairy daddy that had been feeding me his poz cock and cum for weeks now – well his and other guys’ too and the prep whore that I was loved every single fucking minute of it! My hard dick though was a sign I had not gotten any in over a week. Well none of Clifton’s loads anyways and his were the ones I really wanted. I still hit up a few bathrooms and even got fucked by a Metro station manager in a parking garage before his shift, but it wasn’t the same. When Clifton or his buddies cummed in me my entire body went into electric shock. I got hot, fevered, and my body would orgasm like some cattle prod had been stuck up my ass. So here I was, hard dick in hand, driving to bum-fuck-God-knows-where with no real idea why. Well yeah, Clifton had ordered me too, and well yeah, I knew from what he said I would be getting get a lot of dick that night, but why here? Speaking of that – “here” – did not even seem to exist on any fucking map. I tried Google, I tried government websites, I even went to the damn library and pulled out old atlases and after leaving Interstate 70, and a few other turns and twists, where I was supposed to end up was like a blank spot on every map. No town names, no nothing. Like some government spook had sat down and literally erased any reference to whatever might be there. Well fuck that. I could not wait for ifs, ands, or maybes, might as well wish for a Unicorn that shits Skittles. So thanks to the dark web I made plans with some sex offender trucker looking for barely legal ass who was parked at the Pilot Travel Center truck stop outside Hagerstown, Maryland. He said he had a tricked out, extra wide cab, and of course mud flaps with naked chicks on them. The whole rig was painted like some patriotic civics lesson and easy to find in the midst of the standard red, blue, and white semis parked in the lot. I didn’t have time to waste and parked my car, walked over, knocked on the semi door and was greeted by a daddy bear in nothing but his stained Haines. The trucker tried to make small talk, but I wanted to get down to business so boldly pulled at his shorts, his thick 8-incher sprang out, I gulped it down, spit it up, and turned around so he could fuck me raw as I looked out the windshield at all the hot truckers walking by. A few stopped, stared, knowing what was going on and that made it all the freakier. Trucker daddy did not last long at all and soon was grunting and moaning as he loaded my boy hole up with daddy jizz. That should tide me over until the evening. I knew I was getting close when I saw the signs for Garrett County. This was the far western end of Maryland, up in the Allegheny Mountains, and was closer to Pittsburgh than DC. I’m a city boy at heart and in the past 2 hours driving had seen more damn trees, cows, and nothingness than I had in my entire life to that point. It took me another hour of what felt like going in circles, but I finally felt I was close when I entered a little non-descript town. A few blocks lined with small mom-and-pop type places, lots of pickup trucks, and I drove from one end, turned, and went back to make sure I was in the right place. I pulled into one of the only buildings with a sign on it - “PHARMACY”. Creative right? I parked my car, climbed, out, stretched, and got the evil eye along with a couple of deeps SNIFFS from a couple guys walking past. I guess I should have noticed, but I didn’t at the time, but I only saw men. No women. No kids. Not even a pet dog. The little bell over the door to the pharmacy jingled, the wood floors creaked and squeaked with every step. I walked up to the counter and looked around, the place was empty. I rang the little bell on the counter, you know like you might find at school or those old-timey places, and a bit later this big daddy type came out from the back and as the curtain parted my dick strained. HOT DAMN! The man in the white coat – the blue embroidered name said CLYDE – was tall, real long brown hair, slightly wavy, trimmed beard, glasses, sort of hippy meets professor type. He was wearing pressed khakis with a long thick bulge running down the right leg. Fuck! “Hi…Can you help me…I …here…oh here it is…I’m trying to find a cabin out on Stockton Hill Road?” I asked. Clyde SNIFFED, then SNIFFED again, gave me a knowing smile, pushed his glasses up, then cocked his head, “Clifton send you?” he asked. How the fuck would he know that? Maybe Clifton called or something. I nodded, Clyde then smiled, “Well you go out the front here and go left. Follow the curve in the road about ½ mile. You’ll see Morrison’s machine and body shop. Keep on past that another oh…3 miles. You’ll be looking for a long drive on your right. Easy to miss, but look for the mailbox that says STOCKTON on it. It’s his cabin. He lives across the road and the cabin is up the mountain, so follow the drive up and you can’t miss it. Only thing up there – only thing for miles.” I felt a cold chill on that last part. I thanked him and started to leave then remembered, “Oh yeah, and is there a local bar around here? I…I…thought I might go grab a drink later.” Clyde’s smiled became a lecherous leer, he nodded, and said, “Right beside the machine shop. Used to be the Methodist church I guess 150 years ago or so. Now it belongs to Rudy. The only bar in town.” A church? Wow – that’s twisted for even me and my dick strained my jeans harder. Clyde eyed my problem, smiled a big toothy smile, I blushed, and hustled back out to my car. The two guys who had given me the evil eye earlier were now standing by the end of the building, looking me up and down like they wanted to beat the fuck out of me. They were hot daddy types too, beards, muscular, flannel shirts, work boots, and while I wanted more than anything to bend over right there for them, I decided it was time to go. I eyed the old church – now Rudy’s bar – as I slowly drove up the road and I could feel the precum wetting my jeans as I thought about getting some raw dick in me. Out here in the boonies I was not hopeful of getting dirty POZ cum and dick, but hey – raw is raw and any bareback fucking was better than none at all. In the large dirt parking lot between the old church and the machine shop were a number of trucks of various shapes and sizes and several guys standing around, smoking, chatting, and they all eerily stopped and stared right at me as I drove by. Maybe they didn’t get many visitors around here. A few miles later I saw the mailbox and turned right up the dirt road. I cursed a bit as branches scraped the sides of the rental, but once I broke into the clearing and saw the cabin, all I could think was WOW! The cabin was near the top of the mountain with a view to die for. I stepped out of the car and looked in wonder at the vast wilderness that played out before me. I grabbed my suitcase, walked up the steps, and on top of a stool by the front door was a note held in place by a rock: “Welcome. Make yourself at home. Place is yours for the next week. Got it all stocked up, but if there is anything else you need, come on down to the main house or give us a ring, and we’ll fix you right up. - J.M. Stockton” A quick tour of the cabin and I realized it was not so bad. Pretty modern considering and I quickly got undressed and figured I would take a shower before hitting the bar. But first, I had to take care of my raging hard on. No one was around for miles as far as I could tell so I went out on the porch, stood there naked, looking out over the valley, shoved a finger from my left hand up my hole still filled with trucker cum, and finger-fucked myself as I jacked my hard dick. I thought about the two daddies I had seen in town. Fantasizing that they had followed me up here in their truck then had fucked me right there on the porch. I always squirt far and wide, and a lot, and grunted as my balls spurted a steady stream of cum out across the porch and onto the plants below. Feeling better, I went back inside, the only thing to drink was some whiskey, so I poured a shot, and hopped in the shower. Part way through the shower I thought I heard something like someone walking around in the cabin, but figured it must have been my imagination. I dried off, tossed on some clean clothes, and had just enough time to make it back down the mountain to Rudy’s. There were still several men out in the parking lot between the old church and machine shop when I pulled in, and once again they all seemed to stop and stare. The hairs on my arms tingled, I got goosebumps, and something about them just seemed off. I quickly walked up the front steps, through the wood door, and into the foyer of the old church. There were stairs going down to the right and left, and a pair of swinging doors right in front of me. I pushed through the doors into the old sanctuary and was greeted by music playing, the strong smell of smoke, and through the light of the stained glass windows glanced at the old maroon carpet, and wood paneled walls. There were a couple of pool tables to the right, various tables spread around the room, and towards the back where the preacher might have stood was a long wood bar surrounded by stools with torn black, leather tops, and rusted chrome legs. Man this place was run down. I let the doors close behind me and all eyes turned my way. It was about 4:45 p.m., and the place seemed pretty crowded for so early in the day. Maybe they had happy hour in the country too? There were 15 or 20 men in the bar of various ages, builds, and looks – but they all shared the same suspicious, intense gaze, and as I walked nervously towards the bar several of them sniffed me as I passed. A few even stood up to brush by me as I walked past them and each and every fucking one of them SNIFFED me too. I knew right then this was going to be a good night. I knew that look, the look of men whose dicks were ready to fuck and who were hungry to poz some neg ass. I grabbed a stool near the end of the bar and this giant of a man walked over, held out his hand which was twice as big as mine, “Hi there. I’m Rudy. Welcome. What can I get you?” I asked for a beer, but apparently all they had was whiskey, so I downed two shots back to back and let the warm liquid build up my courage. I tried to ask Rudy questions about the town, the people, even the fucking weather, but clearly he did not want to talk, so I huddled down at my end, drank my shots and kept glancing at my watch, counting the minutes. My heart raced, 5:59 and 10 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds – I adjusted my hard dick – 40 seconds, 50 seconds, 6 o’clock sharp. I held up my hand to get the bartender’s attention. “Umm… I…fuck…I...oh yeah, Nanna is rising.” All sounds stopped. The air stilled. Everyone in the bar stared at me. I waited, and waited some more – fuck did I get it wrong? I’m sure that’s what Clifton told me to say. Fuck I had repeated it to myself hundreds of times to be sure. Finally the bartender nodded and pointed with his left hand to the left side of the old sanctuary and the stairs that led down to the back end of the basement. I unlatched the eye hook from the door, grabbed the old string hanging from the bare bulb, pulled it, and let the door close behind me as I made my way carefully down the rickety stairs. Right at the bottom of the stairs was a bathroom with a urinal trough, one stall with no door, an old sink, and a single blue light bulb gently swaying back and forth from the ceiling giving the smelly room an Adams Family Disco effect. I turned in a circle, not sure what to do as I heard boots on the landing and heavy footfalls coming down the steps. It was Rudy the bartender/owner. He held a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a shot glass in the other, poured some out and handed it to me. I gulped it down, he gave me another, then set the bottle on the old stone floor, unzipped his pants, and flopped out a big 10 inch, uncut dick. I whistled in deep appreciation. I tried to get on my knees to suck it, but Rudy pushed me face first against the wall, took both hands and pulled my pants down. I shivered as he wet my ass crack up with whiskey and then moaned in ecstasy as he drove his big daddy dick into my eager hole as the liquor burned and his raw dick spread me open. RUDY WAS A FUCK-MONSTER AND RAM FUCKED ME HARD. I TOOK IT LIKE A GOOD CHASER PUP AND WHEN IT FELT LIKE HIS DICK SWELLED AND KNOTTED IN ME I BEGGED FOR HIM TO BREED ME AND THIS DADDY DID NOT DISAPPOINT! HIS CUM STREAMED UP MY HOLE LIKE A DAM HAD BURST LOOSE AND MY GUT WALLS ABSORBED EVERY TOXIC DROP. I KNEW HIS LOAD WAS TAINTED FROM HOW IT BURNED, TORE THROUGH MY INTESTINAL LINING, AND BURROWED INTO MY RED BLOOD CELLS. ONE DOWN – HOW MANY MORE TO GO? I was bent over, panting, Rudy’s cum dripping out of my fresh fucked hole, as the stairs creaked and moaned announcing more dick coming my way. I didn’t want to see them. I wanted it to be as anonymous as possible - Truvada whore bent over for any poz or raw dick, no questions asked. Almost every other dick – once they had blown their cum inside me and pushed it deeper with their long nails or still semi- hard dick – pulled out and pissed on my face and into my waiting mouth as I stood bent over the urinal trough, marking their territory and embedding my skin with their pungent scent. I loved gagging and gargling on their dark yellow piss as their cum stewed up inside my guts. I continued to do a few shots of whiskey here and there, but was drunk on the high of raw dick and a shit load of cum. With every hairy daddy dick that fucked me raw and bred me, I got the same, weird intense orgasmic feeling through my whole body like I did with Clifton. No smoke. No lines. Just floating on high with the most intense sense of being – being one with I didn’t know what the fuck – but I loved it! THE LAST TOP WHO FUCKED ME THAT EVENING WAS BY FAR THE THICKEST AND LONGEST DICK I HAD EVER TAKEN. HIS HAIRY SHAFT STRETCHED ME, TORE ME, AND FILLED ME UP WITHOUT STOPPING AND MY ASS WAS LIKE A BUCKET OF PIG SLOP FULL OF CHUNKY, WET, SMELLY RIPE LEFTOVERS. I YIPPED AND CRIED OUT AS HE BANGED ME AGAINST THE TOILET STALL WALL, THE PLYWOOD SHAKING, THE RUSTY NAILS SCRATCHING AT MY SKIN TO MATCH THE DEEP GOUGES HE WAS MAKING DOWN MY BACK AND UPPER THIGHS. HIS MARKS WERE LAYERED UPON THE SCRATCHES OF ALL THE OTHER TOP DAWGS WHO HAD FUCKED ME AS EACH AND EVERY ONE HAD DUG MY ASS RAW WITH THEIR LONG DIRTY NAILS, HAD BIT AND SNAPPED AT MY NECK AND BACK, AND CLAWED THEIR WAY FINGERS DEEP IN MY ASS ENSURING ALL THE TOXIC CUM COULD FIND A NEW HOME LIKE A TAPEWORM IN A HOUND. I lost track of time and when it seemed like no one else was coming down, I wiped the piss, spit, and fuck chunks off my face as best I could, ran my fingers through my hair, used some toilet paper to dry the rest of me off, found my clothes, got dressed, and proceeded back up to the bar. Every step was painful, but with that pain came the assurance that I knew I had aced this latest test and Clifton would be proud of the slut puppy I had become. Rudy and the two men who were sitting at the bar glanced at me, but made no other expression and said not a word as I limped out to the rental car. Part of me was hoping there would be some guys in the parking lot I could get fucked by as my hole was aching for more dick and my body craved the orgasmic jolt those daddies’ cum had created. The rest of me though wanted nothing more than to crash and sleep for a good 12 hours. I slowly made my way back up the mountain to the cabin, my mind only half paying attention to the road as I kept reliving the dick down I had just taken. I wonder what my father would say now? I parked the car, locked the doors, then chuckled as I realized how silly that was. Who the fuck was around to steal the car? A raccoon? I stumbled a bit up the steps and stepped into the cabin to a welcome surprise. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace, a stack of split wood beside it, and on the table a couple covered plates with a note: “Came up to check on you and figured we’d warm the place up a bit and brought you some hot dinner too. If you need anything, come on down to the house or give us a ring on the phone. J.M. Stockton” While the food smelled delicious, my stomach was filled with hot cum and piss and for now, all I wanted to do was relax. I peeled off my clothes, laid on my back beside the fireplace, and let the warmth wash over me as I jacked my dick with my right hand and fingered my cummy hole with my left. It took me no time at all to squirt up all over my stomach, chest, and right past the right side of my head onto the carpet and floor. I pulled the quilt that was draped over the easy chair off and onto me, rolled on my side and closed my eyes, relishing the daddy loads I had taken that evening. Some time later I awoke with a start and it took me a minute to get my bearings. I had drifted off to sleep by the fireplace, and the flames had now died down to nothing but embers and coals. The lights were all off in the cabin, had I done that? Weren’t they on when I got back? How long was I out? I shivered as I reached out into the brisk air from under the warmth of quilt and grasped around in the dark for the silver flashlight I had noted earlier by the small side table. I snapped it on, there was a HUFF and a SNARL, something big and heavy bumped into me knocking me face first onto the floor, the flashlight skittered across the floor and as it spun away, I glimpsed the looming dancing shadows of something behind me. I tried to roll over, but was pinned. Fuck he was strong. Suddenly the huffing, snarling, and panting got louder and long nails tore through the thickness of the quilt and dug into my cold flesh. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I tried to move, but my arm was caught in a sharp vice that sliced my arm even more. I tried not to panic as the weight of the large beast – as this was clearly no man – settled across my back, but my heart raced and bile filled my throat. The beast’s hairy, muscled body was tense, taught, and ready to attack. The huffing and snarling was joined by the sound of fabric ripping as the quilt was torn away from my naked body, leaving only tattered shards between my arm and the beast’s claws. My body began to shake as the beast’s weight slowly lowered fully on top of me, its hot breath on my neck, my hair now battered by the winds of its lungs, and my skin burned as it’s slobber drooled on my back. My mind was still trying to understand what was happening when suddenly my ass was torn open, my guts were split, and my insides were filled with the beast’s violent manhood. I SCREAMED. I KEPT SCREAMING. I ECHOED THE RHYTHM OF THE BEAST’S THRUSTS INTO ME WITH EVERY SCREAM THAT I WAS ABLE TO MAKE. Bile flew from my mouth, tears clouded my eyes, and I tried to push off the floor with my free right arm and was stopped as the beast embedded his claws into the wood floor to the right of my face. In that second, I stared amazed. Granted, I was a city kid and not familiar with the beasts of the wild except on TV and story books, but while large, hairy, and clearly strong, why did the thing have what looked liked giant, padded fingers and a thumb like a man? My thought trail died there as the beast picked up its pace, piercing my guts deeper and deeper, slam fucking me like a god of old taking a human concubine. THE HUFFING AND SNARLING GOT LOUDER, AND AS THE BEAST UNLEASHED HIS BLISTERING HOT TORRENT OF SEED INSIDE MY STOMACH WITH ONE FINAL BRUTAL THRUST, MY BODY WENT RIGID WITH THAT WEIRD ORGASMIC FEELING, WHICH THIS TIME WAS LIKE BEING STRUCK BY LIGHTENING, AND THEN I PASSED OUT. Some time later my mind started to come around again and I felt lost, confused, my eyes fluttered open into total darkness. Yet, unbelievably, the beast was still on me and inside me. His huffing and snarling were now deep, contented pants. His penis still felt big, but not hard like it was. What the fuck kind of animal hangs around to enjoy the after glow? I slowly focused my mind and inched my right hand forward. The beast did not react, so I continued moving my arm slowly until my fingers were able to wrap around one of the sticks of firewood. I continued to lay still, letting the beast relax even more, and when the terror I had pushed away began to come back I quickly pulled my arm back, dragging the wood and with all my strength twisted and rolled backwards and to my left side, shifting the beast as I did. Caught unaware, the beast pulled back in surprise, yanking his brutal dick with him. I screamed in pain and fear and brought my right arm around as hard as I could and clubbed the dark shadowy form – the dull thump of wood connecting to flesh was joyous! The beast grunted, the side table tumbled over, the lamp crashed and shattered, other furniture got pushed to the side as the beastly shadow backed away and seconds later was totally gone. I peered into the darkness trying to confirm with my eyes what the rest of my senses told me. Yes, the beast had gone, but how far? With the chunk of wood still in my hand I quickly got up, found a light switch on the wall and flicked it on. I cautiously made my way through the broken glass and turned on more switches. I rounded the corner to the kitchen, turned those lights on and saw the backdoor was open. I skittered over, slammed the door shut, flipped the lock, and stepped away, expecting it to burst back open. It didn’t. I was cold, confused, hurt, and alone. I backed up into the living room, bent down and gathered the tattered remnants of the quilt, pulled it around my naked body, stepped over to the fireplace and with my back against the rough hewn rocks, slid down to the floor. I shifted my hips a little and ran two fingers against my leaking ass. I pulled them back and looked. The beast’s seed that was coming out of my well-fucked ass in small streams was a sickly, dark yellow, and pungent. I instinctively lapped at my fingers, the taste was vile, exotic, and salty. 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. Stay tuned for Chapter 3 – My First Alpha

To Sam_puppy and Npguy: don't look a gift horse in the mouth. None of us get paid to write this. We all have lives that can get busy or complex. (Often times, we have to do extensive field research for these stories...) Sometimes we write ourselves into a corner, and need to abandon the storyline. if you want a complete, edited and proofread story before all the chapters are posted, well, you will need to be very very very patient. There are a lot of stories I wish would have continued, but for whatever reason, the author has moved on, either to other stories or other things. I am just thankful my favorite authors have shared a some of their fantasies and hope every day that they come back written something new to share. From my own perspective, complaining is the best way extinguish what little motivation I have to write after a long day. Before you complain again, try writing one yourself.