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Eric was good looking, and he knew it. He had an average build, but it was all about the face. And Eric had the face of a model: Smooth thick black hair cut short, blazing blue eyes and thick lips. He was shorter than most guys and pretty lean, always running and watching what he ate. He also had a perfectly pert, tight boy ass. Eric liked to party. Hard. His drug of choice was cocaine. He didn't have a job that could support that habit though, so he tended to leech off of his friends at the clubs. At 19,he was too young to drink but he was expert at teasing drugs and money out of older men. But like he told me, he liked to go out, not put out. He didn't care for older men sexually, but he had to tease them to get his fix. Bill was his main target. At 57, Bill could have been Eric's dad, and he had a thing for young guys. He liked that Erica dressed and acted kind of trashy, since he didn't come from any money. Eric also had a couple of tattoos including a playboy bunny that you could see the tip of snaking out of his underwear when he danced shirtless, which he did every night. That drove Bill wild. Bill had been the one to introduce me to the scene years ago, when I was about Eric's age. The first time I met him he was celebrating his 50th birthday at a gay club, and had invited me over for shots. I was young thin and blond, and those things drove him wild. After an hour of drinking and dancing he cornered me into a stall and offered me some T, which I'd never tried. After doing the bump he kissed me and started rubbing his muscular body against mine while I smiled, drunk and high. I giggled a bit, and he softly kissed and bit at my neck. "It's my birthday," he reminded me, his hands exploring just beneath my shirt. "Did you get me a present?" I laughed, feeling nervous. He smiled at me. "Feeling good?" I was so I nodded. He was making me feel a little uncomfortable. I didn't like making out with an older man in a dingy stall at a nightclub. I wanted to make out but I didn't want my friends to know I was with an older guy. And they might hear. Us, especially my moans. The next thing I remember is making my way to the club's dark backroom. Once in the dark, I could hear moaning and the unmistakable crude slapping sounds of male flesh. Bill pulled me against himself, kissing me and forcefully pressing my shoulders until my face pressed against the bulge of his jeans. "It's my birthday," he reminded me as his hands fumbled with the zipper. " Make daddy feel good for his birthday. " My mouth was suddenly full of cock, and I struggled to move my head away but his hands firmly held my head pressed against him. I gave in and started slurping and sucking with my mouth and tongue. I was dizzy at this point and even though.I was gagging his cock felt right, like I'd opened a door with a missing key. Bill came quickly that night, forcing a huge load down my throat. After I'd swallowed he wiped his slimy, veiny cock against my face and left a slick cum and spit mix in my now disheveled hair. "Good boy." Embarrassed, after we left the backroom I washed up in the dingy toilet. I looked like a mess from gagging and tearing up when he was shoving his dick down my throat. When I came back out, the friend I came with, another young guy named Mikey, rushed over. " Bill invited us to his after party," he told me. I looked back over to the bar where Bill's friends were taking care of the tab. Bill had come to the bar with a married couple and another friend. I didn't even remember their names from earlier but they were all older,late forties and early fifties. The couple , Steve and Jerome, insisted on driving us while Bill and his other friend, Tom, drove in another car. Steve was dressed kind of like a cowboy, and was overweight with grey hair and a full beard and mustache. I rode in the back with Jerome, who was black and had a more muscular build, bald with a silver goatee. Mikey sat in the front picking music while I sipped on one of the two gatorades they'd given us and Jerome gently stroked my back. He smiled at me. " You having a good night? " The truth was I was still buzzed and getting hornier. Usually when I sucked someone off they helped me cum after, but Bill hadn't shown any interest. Jerome's hands slipped from my shoulders down to my lap, and he gripped my hard on through my jeans. " Feels like you're ready to parter!" he said laughing. " How much you have to drink tonight boy?" " Just a couple of shots," I said. But I was really feeling it now, in fact I was feeling tired. I closed my eyes and everything went black. I don't remember everything that happened next. I woke up on a mattress in a dark basement with red lighting, to moans that sounded like they were coming from nearby. Immediately I felt different and put my hand to my neck where a collar had been fastened and I was chained to the wall, still dazed and high. The moans were getting louder, and as my eyes adjusted I finally saw why. Steve, Jerome and Bill were watching as Mikey was spread out on another mattress, his arms tied to his legs, blindfolded and getting his dick sucked by Tom. Tom was the oldest looking there, with salt and pepper silver hair and a face worn with wrinkles and sunken skin. He was gripping a thick six inch cock, and his mouth was engulfing Mikey's boyish cock. He started licking his way down, moving his tongue closer and closer to Miley's hole. Bill was smiling down at him. " How do you feel boy?" " Good, I feel g-g-good " Mikey said,stuttering as Tom's tongue circled closer and closer to its target. The other men laughed and Jerome nodded towards me. " The other bitch is up." Bill walked over and leaned down, rubbing his clothed cock. " Hey princess," he said, unzipping. " You ready to finish the job you started earlier? " Mikey moaned louder and squealed as Tom plunged his tongue inside his young furry ass. Bill pressed his growing cock against me as Jerome and Steve started taking off their clothes. The night was just getting started....

Part Eighteen I woke up tied to my bed and for some reason I didn't much care. I felt someone gently slapping my face, I looked up and saw the hottest guy I had ever seen. It took me a second to recognize him as Sammy. He smiled at me, “You with us?” I nodded, grinning, even as part of me was screaming that something was wrong. I turned my head and felt the entire room tilt like I was in a Batman fight scene. I realized I was drugged and damned if I could find any fucks to give about it. I saw John and Eli standing behind Sammy and damn...they were a good looking family. “Shit,” I muttered, realizing how loopy I was. “Awwww what's wrong Ace?” Sammy taunted, “Not feeling your best?” “Why...” I asked, trying to test the bonds, knowing full well there was no way I could break them. “Why? Why are you tied up? Why are your drugged? All of the above?” I nodded groggily. “Because you gave me something special, you gave us all something,” he said looking back at his brothers, “You made us realize how much we could all love each other, and we wanted to show our appreciation to you. You know, return the gift.” I struggled at the bonds again and nothing was going to give. “Eli, you wanna show him how much you appreciate finding your inner slut?” I saw the soccer jock move onto the bed and take hold of my cock with one hand. He jerked me a couple of times and then started to suck me off slowly. His tongue dancing over my thick cock leisurely, teasingly, it was hard to believe that this kid had been a born again virgin only a week ago. He worked my cock over like a kid with a all day sucker, eliciting moans from me even though I knew this was not going to end with me and a happy ending. I wanted to focus past the pleasure, try to reason with Sammy somehow but the drugs made Eli's tongue my new best friend and all I could do was buck my hips up into the wanting mouth. He worked my shaft up and down, cradling my balls with his other hand. I was acting like I had never been touched before the way I was going on and on. Sammy grabbed a hunk of my hair and made me look up at him, “You like that? You like Eli's mouth?” I nodded with a loopy grin, unable to form a thought outside of my cock. He gave me an evil look, “Then you'll love John's tongue.” I felt my legs get pulled apart as John lowered him self down and shoved his obscenely large tongue up my ass. I tried to clench my hole closed but with Eli working my dick over like a pro I had no will left to try. I'd been rimmed before by fags I had dominated, making them eat me out was a good punishment to debase guys into knowing they were here to pleasure me, but this was different. John wasn't trying to bring me pleasure, he had no intention of getting me off. His tongue was forcing it's way up my ass to rape me, to ravage my virgin hole for all time. His hands spread my cheeks wide as he penetrated me over and over again. I screamed as he crushed the walls of my ass with that fucking tongue. My head thrashed side to side as I realized how John had fucked so many girls with that monster cock of his, he ate them out first. To say his tongue work was impressive would be an understatement, it was long, thick and he was fucking rolling it around in my ass like he owned it. I felt my hips rise up from the bed as I unconsciously tried to shove myself down harder on it. I tried to resist, tried to stop myself but I saw my legs pointed up to the ceiling with my toes curling from every touch his tongue made and knew I was losing this fight. It felt like a small dick was up in me as John pushed further and further into me, worse my ass was relaxing as I felt myself adjust to having something fucking me. I tried to clench my ass again, a vain attempt to shove the intruder out but it did nothing but drain what little strength I had. This went on for what seemed like forever, Eli sucking my cock right up to the point of no return and John tongue fucking me, making me whimper like a fucking cheerleader on prom night. Finally Sammy said, “Enough,” and his brothers relented. Ei's mouth came off my leaking cock and John removed his tongue out of my quivering ass. I laid there panting, I could feel myself sweating like a pig as Sammy looked down at me. “Ask me to fuck you.” I shook my head, “Don't do this.” He just kept smiling, “Have it your way.” He walked away and I heard them talking amongst themselves. Finally Sammy came back, he had a wet rag in his hand. “Ask me to fuck you.” “Never.” He pressed the rag down over my face and I tried to hold my breath but it was no use. I took a deep breath and felt the poppers pull me under fast... I woke up to moans, loud, needy moans coming from someone who was feeling NO pain. From the way they stuttered it sounded like someone was getting their prostate slammed and each time their joy button was hit their mind skipped a beat and they had to start moaning all over again. I had heard it a million times, I actually got off on it. You dig two fingers up into a cunt and then just watch them twitch and writhe on the bed, begging you to stop and to keep going in the same breath. If you kept it up enough they would break out into a sweat, making your fingers slide into them that much faster, making you stab them all the more, making them cry out even louder. Just like this guy was doing. He was loud too, deep voice, throaty moans, this guy was not used to this. The nelly bitches always sounded like a fucking girl getting off but the sound a real man makes as he is being ass fucked, that is a sound like no other. Even delirious on sex, a straight man will try to deny how much he is enjoying it. There is nothing sexier than seeing a fucking butch guy bite his lip to stop from screaming for more as you finger fuck him. The way his whole body tenses up, the eyes clenched shut, because to open them and make eye contact would mean this was really happening, he was really getting prepped to get fucked. This guy was fighting it though, you could hear it. The grunts and sounds were all strangled, he was stopping himself from really letting go and just screaming for someone to fuck him. He had to know what was coming, the way his entire body reacted to two small fingertips, imagine a whole cock, a whole cock up in you, just crushing it's way through your guts, forcing it's mass into you. The guy would be terrified because he knows getting fucked will hurt, but he is also scared because he knows that he thought that about the fingers at first too. The voice hiccups a bit and the tone goes higher, oh yeah, someone just got tagged for the first time. Prostates are tricky bitches, everyone knows the general area of them so any idiot can rub around and eventually get lucky. But if you know what you;re doing, you can actually tag the right spot, not around it, not beside it, but you can really hit it, and when you do it's like a fucking reset button in the guy's head. All the doubts, the panic, the worry, it all just goes white and for the briefest of moments, you know what nirvana is like. “FUCK!” I scream as the finger slides out of my ass. I opened my eyes and see Sammy looking down at me, “Morning,” he says with an evil smile as he jabs two fingers back into me, dragging them over my prostate, making my hips buck upwards and my cock weep precum. My bottom lip is numb as I threaten to bite through it to keep myself from whimpering. His fingertips hit my spot again and I feel my mind blur and hear my own voice call out, “RIGHT THERE!” before I can stop it. Sammy's chuckle sinks into my brain as I realize how far gone I am. My ass is loosened up, I've been out cold for a good while with his hand up in me. My ass should be burning from his intrusion but instead all I feel are tiny sparks of electricity shooting through me every time he enters me. He hits the spot another three times for good measure, each time I buck upwards, my hard cock throwing precum everywhere as I cry out in carnal ecstasy. “Tell me to fuck you,” Sammy says, fingerfucking me like a pro. I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak. He shrugs and I feel his fingers leave my ass, I hate the fact that part of me wants to push back to keep them in me. I take a deep breath, wondering what his new torture is when I feel the head of my vibrator push against my hole. The same vibrator I have used for years to break down the toughest guys I knew The same fucking vibrator that has made grown jocks cry is pushed into me and I try to tense up, a desperate attempt to push it out. But ,y ass is too loose, I don't have the strength to do anything but hiss as it forces it's way in. Maybe he doesn't know where to put it? Maybe the kid wont know how to use it effectively? There's a chance that he... He flicks it on and the head begins to vibrate right over my spot, and my eyes fly open as I let out a silent scream, my mouth agape as I feel this piece f plastic make me it's bitch in no time flat. I feel the velcro straps cinch around my thighs as he fastens it off in place, the fucking head of the thing beating it's head against my fucking ass button a million times minute. “N-no...please...Sammy...pleas......oh fuck....” I try to beg. “What?” he said putting a hand up to his ear, “Harder?” He turned the remote dial and I feel the head vibrate faster and my screams are thunderous “FUCK! OH FUCK....FUCK....IT'S....PLEASE....PLEASE...OHHHH FUCKKKK....” I am bucking up and down off the bed, effectively fucking myself on this thing unconsciously. “There you go,” he says softly, “That's what you need right? You like that?” I shake my head but my fucking moans say otherwise. My cock...motherfucker my cock. If someone as much breathed on it right now I would cum, gallons of fucking spooge everywhere, just from having something up my ass. I try to focus but it's impossible, the feelings inside my ass are too much. I am fighting with every shred of my sanity, but god damn....god damn what a fucking feeling. “Feel that up in you,” he whispers into my ear, “Feel how it fills you, make you whole...that's just plastic. That's just a fucking toy.” He pulls away and I feel something warm smack my face. “Imagine this now.” I look over and see his cock, that fucking perfect Parker cock. It's massive, jutting out of the small strip of pale skin that is surrounded by Sammy's smooth, tanned body. His dirty blond pubes are trimmed and his balls are smooth, looking like a diagram of what an ideal cock should look like. Where John's is bigger, it is obviously bigger. It's too long, off balance, but not Sammy. Sammy's cock is just perfect, over nine inches of prime, Texas meat, attached to the all American, baseball jock that everyone thinks is a fucking angel. A cock that was made to own people, attached to a high school senior who wanted nothing more than to have it worshiped. “Dude, I can see your pupils dilate just looking at it,” he said slapping my face again, “You love this cock don't you?” I was drugged, I was being fucked by a vibrator and mentally beat. Normally I would have said something snide or try to take the power back but I was exhausted, so all I did was stare at it and nod. “Open your mouth,” he said, moving the head closer. I didn't suck cock, not as a rule. I mean I would suck it to turn a guy on, or to make them more pliable, but that was on my terms, that was me taking their cock in my hand and then sucking on it. People didn't shove their cocks in my mouth, ever. But as he pushed it towards my closed lips, I felt something in me shiver as I opened my mouth and let him rest his cock on my tongue. “Feel that,” he said and then slapped my forehead, “I didn't say close your mouth! You don't get to suck this yet.” My mouth was watering as I laid there, mouth open, dying to roll my tongue around this boy's cock. “This could be fucking you right now. Feel that? Feel it's weight? Feel the warmth...” Our eyes were locked and all I could do was nod slightly. “You love this cock?” Another nod. “Prove it.” I let out a moan as I engulfed his cock with my mouth, The taste of his precum flooded my tastebuds as I rolled my tongue over his fat head the best I could. I did love this cock, if I had this cock I would rule the world, I would make anyone bow at my feet. With this cock I could do anything at all. I loved it, so much. I felt drool slip down my cheek as I struggled to get as much of it in my mouth as possible. It was so fucking big, my jaw ached just trying to get around it. The fact it was so god damned thick...just having it my mouth turned me on more that I thought possible. My ego was lost as I tripped over myself to show him how glorious I thought it was. But it was obvious he didn't want a blow job, at least not a conventional one. He kept pushing into y mouth and now I could feel the thick vein press down on my tongue as his head forced it's way deeper. I gagged at first and he grabbed a hunk of hair, “Relax, breathe through your nose...” I heard my own words thrown back at me and I felt a wave of rage as I realized I had been debasing myself on this kid's cock. A swell of defiance rose up in me and I felt myself focus for the first time all night. I wasn't a bitch, I wasn't a fucking bottom, I wasn't going... I began to choke as his cockhead pushed past my tongue and breached my throat. I thrashed but with my arms still tied I couldn't move. “You can relax and take it or pass out,” he said, his cock still pushing down my throat. “Either way, I am going to fuck your throat.” My vision blurred as I felt my air getting cut off. I started to panic but there was nothing I could do, his cock filled my throat and I heard him laugh, “There is it, you almost got it.” Everything was spinning as my air stopped and I felt a huge swell of terror and then nothing...as his cock plunged all the way into my throat. I laid there, not moving he began to really facefuck me with that monster. I was in shock, the lack of air had placed me in a stupor as I felt his massive balls slap my chin. “See. How. Much, Easier. It. Is. When. You. Submit!” he said, accenting each word with a thrust. He pressed his pubes to my nose and I felt his cock swell in my throat as he shot. “You are going to beg me to fuck you by the end of the night,” he declared while cumming, “You are going to crawl to me on all fours and fucking weep to ride my cock.” I wanted to shake my head but I just laid there, letting him dump his first load down my throat. I felt his cock slip out and I gagged and coughed as I drew breath again. He shook his cock and cum splattered over my face, he chuckled and I couldn't figure out why until he said, “That's a good cunt, lick up my mess...what a good boy.” My tongue stopped as I realized, I had been licking my face, trying to catch any drop of this boygod's nectar. We locked eyes again and he just gave me a wink. And then pressed the popper rag over my face again as I screamed. He was fucking winning.

Part 4 My balls were aching for release. I thought going to the bathroom and jerked off in a stall. Mr. Magoo was adamant: “I shall not cum unless he told me to” otherwise it would ruin his plan. He wanted me horny and responsive to any sexual triggers that I might face. He threatened me to find the smallest cock cage he could and crammed my cock in it and then whip my balls until they crawled back where they came from. I never saw this dark side of Mr. Magoo before. He almost scared me. May be I should. It turns out that Mr. Magoo was indeed a devilishly dark-depraved unbashful man with a deadly plan. He wanted to stealth Mickey and his friend. He wanted to poz them. “See, these two arrogant pricks never let us – the senior ones – touch or caress them, even less suck on their nice cocks and balls. No, they are too good for us. They call us poz trolls.” I had nothing to reply. It was in Mickey’s nature to disdain anyone. I had no doubt that Mr. Magoo was not up to Mickey’s standard. But to stealth him and his friend seems to me a little drastic. “They come here often, teasing us with their neg asses. You must know its hard on our moral. We know we aren’t young anymore, but we still have needs, even if we are poz. You know what I mean?” His hand reached my crotch and squeezed it. I nodded. "I might look like it, but I am not mean or revengeful. I just want respect and some relief from time to time for me and all older guys" he said sadly. “Then they spot their victim, always a young guy ready to be fuck, always a negative one, they make sure of it. Then they convinced the guy to bottom bareback. After all, there is no risk. They all are negs! And they fuck. After breeding their victim, they admit that they lied, that in fact they were poz – which is the real lie – and have unloaded toxic cum in his neg ass.” “Wow, unbelievable” “That’s not all…” “There is more?” “Then they talked the guy into how he is free now to fuck who he wants when he wants, that he enjoyed going bareback and receiving warm-poisoned load in his tight ass. That it should embraced this new freedom and let man, any man, to enjoy the best thing in the world, his ass. Then the first stranger to fuck him is obviously a high-viral poz man to ruin once and for all the neg hole.” “Unbelievable” I repeated myself. “And this is where you come into play” “Hun?” “You will be the bottom. Since they only play with same-age guys, you are my perfect weapon” “No, no way…” “Let me finish” he abruptly said “You will bottom for him under the sole condition that you can fuck him or both of them after he fucks you, and before any poz guy steps in. And you will fuck him without condom” “But how are you going to poz him? He will never let you approach even at a pole distance…” “We will use the same deception as they do.” “Hun?” “My gawd, you’re slow. After, dumping your load in his fresh neg ass. You will admit that you lied, that you are “really” poz and the reason why you are at the bathhouse, to find someone, anyone to fuck. Of course, it is a lie and you will have to play your role and convince him that, in fact, that’s what he always deeply wanted, and now he is free, like you.” “Unreal…” “And then, here I come… and a bunch of friends after me” “He will never agree to it” “That’s your job to make him accept his fate” Mr. Magoo was not straddling me, his poz cock resting under my chin, always in its semi-hard state and a wet tip. “Then why have you forbidden me to cum earlier? I can easily go two or three times” “If I let you cum, you won’t be horny enough to let a guy fuck you bareback”, he had taken is now hard (an amazing) cock and was face-slapping me with it, punctuating each syllable, “and… you… will… chick…en… out… and… you… will… let… me… down…” At one point, I had closed my eyes and sealed my lips tight. His cock was now resting just under my nose, my cheeks were wet of precum or discharge, maybe droplet of piss? A pungent smell was assaulting me. “Look at me” he ordered me I slowly open my eyes and Magoo was leaning over scrutinizing me. “You will not let me down, are you?” I shook my head “Say it out loud” “I won’t” Before I was able to close my mouth, Mr. Magoo slipped the head of is cock between my lips. “Because if you do, I will rape you myself and let any strangers fuck you senseless and do what ever they want with you. Understood?” “Yes” “Good. Now suck me a little. I am horny again”

A great hookup last night with a fat cigar bear I play with occasionally. He's a top with a thick 7" cock and he's mean as fuck, and he loves to be watched so he usually has another guy or two present as well😃 Soon as I get there I see Mike, the fat bearded bear, and some other bear, also bearded and fat, who's maybe 25. Mike wastes no time and has me get naked and positioned on the fuck bench in the living room. He straps my arms and starts rubbing my ass, making sure he's blowing lots of cigar smoke on my face. He then puts a ball gag in my mouth and tells his buddy to hand him the lube. As Mike is greasing his cock and my hole, he's telling the other guy what a fucking whore for cock I am, and despite me being a poz whore bottom I got a tight ass. It made my cock hard hearing him say this about me to the other guy, like I wasn't even there. Mike lines up his cock and slides it inside me in one motion. I let out a grunt and he laughs, and starts slow fucking me. I can see the young bear off to the side, watching us. Mike is fucking me steady and talking to his friend like a teacher giving a lesson. "Good thing about poz pigs is you can raw dog em all you want. They accept they're made to take loads, and crave your nut inside of em". So my cock is leaking like fucking crazy, and Mike is pounding me harder and finally cums and lets out a series of grunts. He keeps on fucking me slowly as his cock softens, and rubs my ass as he calls me a good pig. He plops outta my hole, and I see him walk over and present his cock to his buddy for cleaning. After a minute or so, he asks the young bear if he's ready, and I hear a yes Sir. He quickly undresses and stands beside me, and I'm expecting Mike to tell him to fuck me. Instead, Mike unties my hands and helps me up, but leaves my ball gag in place. I'm standing there with a raging hardon, and Mike puts his buddy on the bench and ties him in place. He then guides me to the guy's ass, and tells me to fuck him until he's a whore like me. I almost shot my load on the spot. I line up my dripping cock on his unlubed hole, and push in roughly until I'm balls deep. I hear him cry out, but I'm not distracted and begin fucking his ass raw with the only thought being to cum hard and deep in his ass. Mike goes and stands in front of us, and is encouraging his buddy to take my dirty cock like a good pig, telling him that soon he'll be a good whore like his Sir wants. Mike asks him if he's ready for my dirty load, and he starts moaning and clamped down hard on my cock, letting me know he's cumming. This sends me over the edge, and I scream grunt thru the ball gag and begin to unload in his guts. I swear I almost passed out. Mike is rubbing his friend's hair as we catch our breath, and then motions to me to leave. I remove my gag and get dressed in the other room. Mike comes in and gives me a big kiss and shows me out. I don't ask any questions, but I'm looking forward to hearing the whole story behind this fuck session.

I asked because I wanted clarification some bottoms love to control from the bottom. A lot of guys confuse topping with being a selfish bully. It's the furthers from the truth. Thank you for the clarification.

PART 20 The next few days were really busy and, even though i thought about it, any visits to Tim or Ron were just impossible. By the weekend, i was practically going through withdrawals. Jerking off wasn’t the same. It didn’t give me that incredible orgasm that only a hard cock in my guts could. I tried Tim first, to find out he had family in town and playing was not an option. Ron was out of town and not back til Sunday. As i sat in my room and the minutes ticked by, i just got hornier. Once it got in my thoughts, i couldn’t get it out. That place. What street was it on again? It looked like a warehouse kind of, but i remembered my parents calling it something else when we would pass it. That gay sex club, they called it. Well, they weren’t exactly in the scene and really, that is what it was. It was probably only 30 min away. The bathhouse! That’s what it was, only they called it a members only men’s club. A few minutes of research told me i was ok and didn’t need to be 21, just 18. And while pretty expensive for an 18 year old, i could buy a one day membership to try it out, it said. Lockers were cheapest it said, but i decided to bring extra money with me to get a private room. I figured, if it feels weird, at least i can go back to my room, if i have one. A quick shower and clean up and i was off. My parents would have no idea and wouldn’t question if i stayed out late. The admission said for 12 hours, but i was sure i wouldn’t stay long. It would probably be too weird for me or no one would be there. Still, the whole drive down there, i had a hard on and major butterflies in my stomach. My hands were a little shaky, that feeling of fear and excitement was becoming more familiar. It didn’t seem crowded on the street in front of the building, but i was used to seeing it more bustling during the day when people are working in the buildings. I was kind of afraid of having stuff stolen, so all i brought was cash and my ID. It was a pretty big building and i wondered what it would be like inside. Like a gym? Maybe just a dark dingy room? But it did say it had rooms with beds? My nerves lost out to my fear and i pressed a buzzer and the door buzzed and i opened it up and stepped into the small lobby.

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.

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?" _____

i've never refused, but there was one i was not able to take entirely when i was younger, He had both girth and length. i suspect i would be able to take it now. i had another who had enormous girth, but was not more than 7" long, and i was a little embarrassed the first time with Him because i had to slow Him down at first. i suspect He was accustomed to being turned down, because He'd hit me up frequently. He is the only guy i can think of who i would pre-dilate with a dildo to accommodate Him. He was not one to take time to open me, so i did it before He got there so He could just slide in. Not my favorite way, but that was how He was and i loved Him. He was one of a few guys who literally fucked the cum out of me. i have had many who were massive and had to open me up, but psychologically, i absolutely love that. i love it when a Top purposefully and knowingly opens me to accommodate His cock because, for me, opening me is a huge part of being with a Top. I.e., it's not 'just' the fuck and insemination, but for me, being stretched and opened, having my hole molded and changed by His penetration, is just as big a deal to me as the semen or piss that He puts inside of me. i see opening as a form of insemination and impregnation, that He uses to 'mark' me.

I took 4 loads in my married ass on Saturday at the bookstore and then went home and fucked the wife with cum running from my ass!

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.

First time posting.... Only when I was married did I start to go wild with guys. While I was in the Army I would stop by an older chub friends house on the way home in my uniform and he would fuck me bare for a half hour, feeding me poppers, doing dad-son rp. There was just something satisfying about being filled by a guy that you can't get from a woman.... similar to eating and drinking, they both satisfy different needs. I started going to bath houses while I was married too and just the raw inhibition and open sex, there is nothing like it in the straight world..... it's so much easier to fulfill fantasies and fetishes. Eventually I started to experiment with chem enhancement and that was a whole new level of intensity.

Exactly one time in my whole sex life was I unable to take a dick because it was too big. The weird part was he had fucked me the month before without a problem making me cum hands-free for the first time. I just couldn’t relax the second time; maybe because I remembered how sore I was after the first time. Of course, this was the late 80s, so neither of us suggested trying it without the rubber. Poppers were really hard to get at that time in Texas, so we didn’t have those to try. Also, I was only 27 or so; I was just starting to have a really active sex life. Nowadays, I pride myself on being able to take big cocks. I have impressed more than a few hung guys with how easily I open up.

There are a lot of married men who live near me that I know aren’t getting the type of sex that they want and so I gladly offer my holes to them to take out their anger and most definitely to empty their seed inside me

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”

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]

Last weekend I got some buddies together who I workout with at the gym, to play some volleyball at a park. I also got 3 dudes who do some fitness modeling with me for a fitness chain, to join us. It was so fucking hot and humid. Needless to say, after a short time we all were sweatin our asses off, but we were having a great time... and I was having a great time watching a couple of the dudes' hot little bubble butts jumping for a save and the sweat running down their muscle backs to the tops of their ass cracks, and down in their shorts. I should tell you that most of my buds are straight that I lift with, but on that Saturday, I happened to catch more than a few checkin out my basket because the boxers I wore didn't leave anything to the imagination once they got wet with sweat. The damn things were a medium size, and I have a 30" waist; so I thought they would be cool for volleyball... NOT!! Hell about every time I would jump up they would pull down to my bush. It didn't take long after we started playing, before quite a few people gathered around to watch us play. Lots of chics obviously horny as fuck would cheer us on and some dudes. Two dudes especially caught my eye because they were shirtless too, both handsome, had nice definition and you could tell they were checkin me out. We called time for a cold beer and I walked over close to them to pick up my t shirt to wipe the sweat off my face. Sweat was running down my pecs and abs and into my already soaked boxers. While I wiped my face, I heard one of the dudes say "woof," and I looked up and he was smiling at me lookin up and down my body. I winked at him, and went over with my buds to grab a beer and made sure I looked over to the 2 dudes sitting on the ground. They were talkin to each other and after about a minute, got up and walked over towards us. I leaned against my truck, and one dude asked me how long I had been working out, and how often, and I told them. They introduced themselves as buddies... one named Caleb and the other, Brian. They were 22 and 23 and live about 2 mile from me. Brian seemed kinda nervous, but Caleb wasn't shy at all telling me I had a kick ass bod. We were about ready to start playin again and I wiped more sweat off, I asked whether they are goin to stick around awhile? They both said that they would, and I turned to walk over to the sand pit and turned around and kinda whispered to them, "By the way, you both have hot asses," and walked away. I looked back, and Caleb gave me a thumbs up sign. Dayum!!! I KNEW I would be getting me some primo ass later for sure!!! We played for probably another hour in the heat and humidity, and all of my buds were covered in sweat too, and once my buddy Kevin got back from a beer run, we decided to hang it up for the day. I got Brian and Caleb a beer and we sat down in the shade and I was a sweaty mess and both of them were sweating too from just being in the sun. Brian finally opened up and said "Man we could see your cock when you were playing and there was no way we were going to leave." I laughed, and asked if they liked what they saw, and Brian said "You shitting me? we had to stay sitting down because we were both boned." I laughed and Caleb said "Yeah, I needed to piss but knew I couldn't because my cock was hard." They asked me what I was doing later, and I said I was going to shoot some pool and go swimming later on this private lake near me. They asked if I would like some company and I said that would be cool and I met up with them later and we shot some pool and had a great time. Both wore tank tops showing off their toned bods. I liked watchin their small jock asses bend over the pool table to reach a shot! Caleb beat my ass three games and Brian won a game. Both asked me if they could lift weights with me at the gym and whether I would help train them; so we set a day for this week after I was finished training a couple dudes. We left the bar and they followed me to my house, and we walked back to the lake and it was still 85 and humid at 1am. I was the first to take off my t shirt and Caleb told me "Man I've been waiting for this all day." I pulled off my Nike shorts, and Brian said "Jesus dude, what a hot cock." I stood there watchin both of them strip off their shorts and both were hot with nice abs and decent muscle, but the best part was seeing their hot asses that I would be diving into real soon!!! I dove in the water and they followed and the almost cool water felt so fucking great to us, and I splashed them, and they both rushed me. I could feel their hands grabbing onto my pecs and abs and I reached around and put a hand on each of their asses. They both hand their hands on my 9" and I was fucking boned feeling their muscle butts. The playing turned into groping heavy real fast and both of them pulled their bodies next to me and I could feel their cocks on my thighs as they both took turns holding my cock and balls. Caleb and Brian had their heads on my shoulders moaning as I slowly slipped a finger in each of their small mancunts, feeling their muscle clamp onto my fingers. Caleb dove down in the water and I could feel him take Brian's hand off my cock and replace it with his mouth and felt it go way in the back of his throat. I moaned and the little fuck had more stamina than I thought because he sucked on my cock for almost 30 seconds before he had to surface. Caleb moaned and said "Bill you have an awesome cock dude." Brian was next and he dove down to take my cock in his mouth and even though he could only take about half, he really made my cock jump and pour some precum into his hot mouth. He surfaced and said " I need that big cock in my ass, Bill." We groped for about 15 mins more and I said the fucking mosquitoes would eat us, so we went back to my place and got naked again down in my weight room. I laid down on one of my benches while both Caleb and Brian took turns sucking my cock and licking my balls and ass. They played with my pecs and abs while they devoured my cock. I pushed their heads down until my bush was buried to their lips and they groaned and choked but there was no way they wanted off my cock!! The would come up for air and go all the way down again until they choked and let me raise my ass up to get every inch down their hot throats. Both dudes kept telling me how much they wanted to feel my cock buried up in their gut. They had my cock flowin precum from the great blow jobs and every time they saw a rope of precum hang down, one of them would have his mouth on it to suck every drop out. I raised up on the bench and slipped a finger into each of them and both of them moaned and their hard cocks both dripped even more precum while i finger fucked them. Brian wanted to lay on the bench while i spotted him so I could feed him my cock, but I was way too ready to plow their hot asses. I had Caleb lay on his stomach on the bench with his cock hangin down over the end. Then I had Brian lay on top of him with his hard cock on Caleb's back, so both hot asses were right next to each other. They got the idea of what I had planned and they both moaned, when I told them I was goin to take turns fucking them. I said I like to bareback and am not into raincoats and Brian said "Bill I want that load in me man." Caleb said "Fuck, I want your load." I said, "No problem, both of you are goin to get a lot of cum because I shoot huge ass loads." Brian said, "I love a lot of cum, Bill. I want to feel your cum flowing out my ass, bro." Well, I wasn't kidding them, because I probably shoot more than most dudes around and I knew both would get a lot of cum for sure." I pulled my rock hard 9" right up to Brian's hot tight hole and let my precum just flow... just like my cum, my precum amazes dudes. In seconds his little crack was wet and I slid slowly into that tight hole and Brian grunted and moaned and Caleb moaned just hearing his buddy getting my cock in him. I bottomed out in Brian, and he yelled "Fuck me Bill, oh shit that feels so good dude, fuck me really hard!!" I pulled back and started plowing his hot ass while I held onto his small muscle waist and Brian was gasping throwing his head back and grunting like hell!!! He pushed his little ass back and me and I rammed into him like a piston. His ass clamped down on my thick cock so tight and I just moaned!!!! Brian said "God man that feels great," but you could hardly make it out because I slammed him every time he tried to talk. I pulled out, and Brian said "Don't stop man, you are going to make me shoot, Bill!! I said "Not yet you aren't, Brian." I crouched down a little and just teased Caleb's ass for a couple seconds and slid up in his gut, and his hot muscled bod heaved up into Brian's bod as I started to plow him. Caleb started gasping and his hands gripped around the base of the bench, and he yelled "Mother fuck man, take my ass dude... Slam me with that fucker!!" I was sweating now and my sweat dripping down on Brian's lower back as I plowed into Caleb and felt his hot hole milking my low hanging balls. Brian said "Take it man." And, Caleb said "Fuck yeah I'm taking it man, I fucking love it Bri!!" I pulled out of Caleb and he moaned and stuck my cock back in Brian and his bod heaved up feeling me spear into his tight ass. "Do me Bill, fuck the hell out of that ass man!" I really fucked Brian hard... real hard, and all you could hear is my hard abs slapping his hard little ass cheeks, while my bush was buried into his crack. Both hot dudes fucking moaned so loud and they both were really sweating now big time. I was so fucking close to blowing my load when I pulled and and right away stabbed into Caleb making him scream "Oh fuck man!!!!!" My muscles were covered in sweat and tensing up and I could feel my cum bein sucked up into my shaft and I was soooo fucking close to nutting!!! I moaned and told them both to get ready for my load and they both said how much they wanted me to nut in them. I yelled, "Oh shit, I'm gonna knock you guys up now!!!" I pistoned in Caleb, and started blowin ropes of cum in his hot ass, and he yelled, "Bill I can feel that fuckin load man... Give me your hot cum dude!!!" I shot probably 4 ropes in Caleb and pulled out fast and rammed my cock into Brian and he yelled "Blow in me Bill, I want it all man!!" I only lost about a rope in between their asses but I plowed lots more thick cum in Brian and he yelled "Fuck man I'm cumming!!!" His bod tensed up and I kept plowing and he raised up a little off Caleb and shot a huge load up on his abs and and Caleb's neck and back. I pulled out of Brian and they both kept moaning and I helped Brian off of Caleb and Brian's body was covered in his thick cum and down to his bush and all over Caleb's back. I looked down and saw some of my cum oozing out of Caleb's hot mancunt, left there as I pulled out to finish in Brian. They were sweating and so worn out from the hard fuck and I said now Caleb has to blow. I always stay hard after getting off; so I just slipped my cock back into Caleb and started plowing him hard. You could smell my cum and Brian's cum in the air. Brian was playing with my back and ass muscle as I plowed Caleb. Caleb, said "I'm fucking close, man... Fuck me hard man!!" I looked down and his hard dripping cock was rubbing against the bench between his legs and I let out all holds and grabbed his shoulders for more leverage and banged the hell out of his bubble butt and he said "Fuck dude, I'm cumming man... Oh shit..." I plowed as hard as I could, and he screamed "Give me another load Bill." I was so fucking turned on again and when I saw his hard cock just start shooting ropes onto the floor without touching his cock, I just roped off another huge load in his belly and let my cock just pump into him while I held his ass into me. Caleb said "Oh my God, I can feel you shootin in me Bill... Let it rip man." I did just that... held him tight into me and Brian moaned watchin my muscles tense up and knock up Caleb. I laid my sweaty muscle on Caleb and he just whimpered and moaned. I got off Caleb and stood up, and Caleb had shot a huge load all over the cement floor and down the base of the bench. They both said they don't think they ever shot that much cum before. They said they were amazed that they could feel every rope shoot inside of them. I pulled both of them into me and they started makin out with me and felt Brian's cum rub on my abs and pecs, and Caleb had cum on his cock head rubbin on my thigh. We showered together and they asked me to remember to train this this week... and I said no way would I forget. I worked them out pretty hard and they wanted to go to their place to fuck afterwards but I had to do some photos for the chain right after work in a nearby city so we couldn't hook. BUT, tomorrow we are goin jet skiin and I'm definitely goin to be plowing their hot asses and feeding them tomorrow!!!

Cool! To me, it all comes down to individual wiring. Labels like "Top, Dom, bottom, sub, etc., ad infinitum," to my way of thinking are guide lines, not absolute labels that one must conform to. i believe labels/words are there to serve communication, not imprison us. i used the identifiers "bottom with some sub." i qualify 'some' sub, because i have found if i do not qualify, there are some guys who want to define me more than they want to know and possesss me. No judgement on them, but i do not synch with them, and i know it, so i blow them a kiss and wish them luck in their endeavors. With that as a preface: For me, sucking cock is every bit as submissive and bottom for me as getting fucked. For me, any form of penetration is 'bottom' and goes toward 'sub.' i don't rim guys because, the way i am wired, it feels like topping to me because it is still a form of penetration. For me, it is topping to use a finger, tongue, dildo, etc, to penetrate another and vice versa. If i have a cock in my mouth, i am being penetrated and it's bottoming for me. As far as the 'sub' part, the way i am, force of any sort shuts down my sub side. The Dom's who open me, open and elicit the sub in me, do it through seduction, not bullying or force. i may end up getting face fucked, but they sneak up on it or pull it out of me. That's just me, i know we are not all alike. i know there is such a thing as a "submissive top," but i do not relate to that at all. i also do not relate to or respond to force at all, even though i know a lot of guys equate force or bullying with "dom." For me, that is opposite of "dom." For me, being fucked or sucking is 'bottom.' And depending on the Top/Dom, being fucked or sucking can bring out the sub in me. "sub" for me is psychological and is a response i have to a particular kind of 'Dom."

I just realized we've been talking about being locked up and I haven't shared my locked pic here yet.

43 here and in decent shape, but working out to get in better shape. Since I decided mainly to get fucked anon ass up face down with blindfold on 2-3 yrs ago I get alot of younger guys hitting me up. They're horny and just want to get off without a lot of hassle. Have an 18, 19, 21, 27, 35 and 41 yr old guys that fuck and breed me regular. I have only seen a dick or body pic of them. And a couple of them prefer that I have 2-3 loads before they come fuck me. Then there are the other guys that hit me up for a quick anon fuck and never see them again. Getting fucked anon and just seeing a dick pic expands the range of guys willing to fuck and breed you...if you can let go like that. Plus not seeing a guy behind you makes it all about the feel of getting fucked and more intense.

Me is to be in the back alley and take multiple loads of homeless anonymous breeding

STOP excusing horrible people and their appalling actions simply because you find them physically attractive. The “hot guy with the horns” was part of a violent insurrection that killed five people. What a disappointment it is when fellow gay men excuse anyone of anything, including fascism, if they think they're hot or have abs or something. Then the same types will draw the line at things like Black men, Asians, guys with body fat, men who are too effeminate, etc... I prefer to fetishize Men who don’t support violent criminals 😉

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

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

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."

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 ”

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...

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.

Part 7 I text the boy when I got home and told him to meet me at the corner at 4:50 and I went on the site where my ad was posted and put up an ad for him. Young bottom neg prep free who wants to suck dick and ride it at the bookstore. Will be there tonight and need some big dick to service. I posted the bottom would be there at 5 PM and gave the address and pic of the front and his stats with a couple ass shots took a nap. When I got up it was 4:30 and I headed to the bookstore, got there early and cruised through I saw some older rough looking guys and two younger guys with tats also walking the halls and I wen to the corner and collected Daniel my little bottom boy and we walked into the back and ducked into a both, this time with two holes and I told him to get on his knees and suck my dick which he did. While he was pulled it out from my underwear I dick fed through the hole. I could see the guys boots and it looked like these 50 plus older guys with a thicker body, one of rough looking guy who looked like he was poz. Sunken face and thick belly and abs but still lean. I guided the boy’s head to the dick, and he sucked on that big dick that grew thick. I brought lube and poppers and I lubed up his hole and fingered him as I heard the other door open and close and one of the young dudes was there. He slides his dick through and long uncut not over thick. I grab it and suck it while I lube up the boy’s hole and guide his ass, so his little hole meets that uncut dick and it slowly slides in the boy. The young guy pounds the wall and five minutes later shoots his load in the kid. The guy slips a piece of paper through, it had his number and VL203,000. I was not sure what that meant but put in my pocket and knew he would be a good fuck later. Meanwhile another older guy comes in and slides his dick through and I turn the boy around and have him suck the new dick while I lubed up that big thick man dick and backed up the boy while I fed him some poppers. He yelped as the dick was thick and the older guy slow fucked him till he opened and then ten slams and he shot his load inside the boy. This went on for a little over an hour with guy breeding him and he soon had 10 loads and of the guys who shot six had passed me their numbers and what I found out was their Viral Load count. One guy had 856,000. Big fat dick on him too. We made out and then I walked him out and called an uber for him. He lived about ten blocks away and I wanted him to get home. He texts me on the way and told me how hot it was and hoped we could do it again. I winked at him via text and told him for sure! I went back in the bookstore and found a young dude walking the halls and followed him till he picked a booth with a glory hole. I put my fingers through, and he put his cock through, and I sucked his dick then he got up and I knew he wanted my dick, so I put it through, and he sucked my dick and then backed onto it and I fucked him till I came inside him. Fuck that felt amazing I thought as I pulled out and left.

Pt. 3 "You now, its not only about what you want. Its about actuall doing it." "What do you mean?" We were walking from the cafe to his house, a couple of blocks down the street. "Its been clear to me all the time that you are a pig. But it doesnt help if that pig only is let out when high on poppers in front of your computer. You have to actually get out and make an effort to do the twisted things you dream about." "Yeah, i understand. But its a transition.. it cannot happen just overnight, right?" "Back at the restaurant, your cock told me you were ready. It was stone hard after my rant. And you followed me out the door, still walking with me. If you first enter my apartment - I promise you you will be a slut by tomorrow morning. I have converted boys to sluts many times before." I looked at him. He was extremely handsome. I had come to the meeting, believing I would meet an average guy but here was the guy of my fantasies. Although the plan was to get whored out to others, not fucked by him, I couldtn help but hope that he would have a go himself as well. But what did he mean with turning me into a slut? I had had rough sex before, so I wasnt afraid of that. I had taken huge toys, even done a successful DP once. He used his keycard to open a door in a tall building, and we went inside. We went up the stairs to sixth floor where he used his card again to open a door to an apartment named Peter. I were inside his domain. His habitat. And I quickly understood that he were not to be told the rules. He were to rule. "Well, I warned you. You're now inside my home, so you will be a slut by tomorrow morning. Understood?" I didnt know what to say "Yes sir", he answered for me. "Yes sir.", I said timidly. "Strip!". I stripped down until only underwear and socks left. Something was wrong. "Come on!! Why the hell do you wear boxer briefs and those normal socks? Sluts never wear that. Only thing youre allowed to wear under your clothes from now on, is a jockstrap and tennis socks." "okay" "Okay SIR" "Okay, sir." "You own those items, right?" "Yes, sir. I have two jockstraps at home. And a few pairs of tennis socks as well." "Tomorrow, you throw away anything else. And go online and buy 10 more jocks." "Yes, sir". "Wait here, for a moment" Michael said and left. Or was it Peter, I didnt know anything anymore. What was going on!? I was in a strangers home, a hot man, but still a stranger, getting told to through away my beloved collection of briefs. And use my income to buy jockstraps. This was certainly not what I had imagined, lying in bed a few nights ago, cruising Grindr. Michael returned with a military green NastyPig jockstrap, "Here, take these on. And these socks", handint ghe stuff to me. I did, and had just finished, when i felt a big strong hand me tight on my neck, push-leading me down the hall, into a bedroom with a large bed in the centre. "Get up there." I did. "On all fours" I followed his command. "Open your mouth", i did. And he shoved his hard cock inside my throat. I hadnt even realized he had stripped down too. While gagging on a huge dick, I could see him - a slightly hairy muscular chest, framed by a leather harness and his big arms accentuated by leather arm bands - in the perifery of my field of view. "Well, just get used to this." All tops want a good open throat to warm up with." I couldnt answer, having my mouth stuffed. But could I have answered, I would probably have told him I regretted the whole thing. So maybe best I couldt say a thing. While forcing his cock deeper and deeper down my throat, he kept telling and instructing me. He told me what was the best angles, what to do with my tongue, arching my back, pushing out my ass to tempt, what sounds to make, and not to make. He showed me all possible positions to mouth fuck, everything from upside down to the standard edge of the bed. I had tears in my eyes from all the gagging, but it didnt seem to bother him at all. He ust kept on teaching me how to take his cock in his mouth. After what felt like at least 30 minutes, he pulled out of my throat. "Well, you're improving. You will be able to satisfy guys with this some day. Just a little more practice needed." I didnt answer, being so tired. "What did you say?" He almost shouted. "Nothing, sir". "Exactly. Always respond to me when i say something to you." "Okay, sir. " I looked up, and he had his typical, almost evil grin on his face. looking me deep into my eyes, with horny green eyes. "Well, its time to inspect your hole." "Right now, sir?" "Did i say tomorrow?" "No, sir" "Today then".' He made me lay on my back in the middle of the bed. He spread my legs out, and had a good look at my hole. "not too bad. Looks inviting". He leaned down, touching my hole with his lips. He kissed it a few times, before I could feel his tongue poking at the opening. It didnt take long before he went rougher, moving his tongue both on the outside and the inside of my hole. Finally something that I too could enjoy. But as soon as I had thought that thought, he stopped. "Well, this isnt worth wasting time on, you just lay still and open your cheeks for the top. Occasionally you tighten and loosen your hole, just to tease him. If you get a response from him, continue like you did. Okay, slut?" "Yeah, sir." "Okay. Then lets move on to the main lesson of tonight. The breeding." "Yes, sir. Lets do it." "Taking cock up your ass is the most important thing you could ever do. Serve any top who wants to have your hole." He climbed off the bed walking away. In the doorway he stopped, and turned around. "Oh, i will just get my husband. He is a true master teacher of breeding. He will coach you."

Chapter 4 – My Happy Ending: My ass was stretched and filled with Alpha nutt and while I wanted to hear what Mr. Stockton had to say, I could think of nothing else but getting his long dick back inside and feeling his knot swell and plug as his sperm burrowed and stewed in my guts. The questions could wait, and as his second load of the morning began to run out of my ass after his knot deflated, I turned to kiss him, but we were interrupted by boots on the porch. Mr. Stockton told me to stay right where I was before he took a couple loping strides out to the front of the cabin. I heard hushed and angry voices, then Mr. Stockton said loud and firm, “FIND HIM – NOW!” I had flipped over onto my stomach, relishing the heat radiating out of my stretched and filled guts, when I heard the scuff of bare feet – and boots – come back into the bedroom. A zipper was unlatched, the bed creaked, and I closed my eyes and moaned as an unknown bearded face buried itself between my ass cheeks and began lapping up Mr. Stockton’s Alpha nutt and my ass juice. Mr. Stockton sat down on the head of the bed, his naked hip nestled against my shoulder as he patted my head and ordered, “Feed him that load. Squeeze your hole in and out, and push like you have to shit. Jacob – who you met briefly earlier when I first arrived - needs his strength for what must be done and my seed will give him what is required.” I didn’t question, just grunted, pushed, and smiled as the man gulped and swallowed my second-hand Alpha babies. Finished with his meal, Jacob’s tongue pushed deeper and deeper into my flowering ass, seeking the nectar of his god. I was eager to get fucked again and started to buck my hips, but Mr. Stockton was having none of that, as there was work to be done, and sent Jacob on his way. I rolled over and offered my spit hole to my Alpha’s hard dick. He laughed, slapped my legs, turned me on my side and as he held me tight against his chest and furry body, slid back inside making us both groan and focus on our carnal needs. I couldn’t wait any longer and had to choose, so I paused my gyrating and began to pepper Mr. Stockton with a 100 questions like a young child just realizing the world is more than Tonka trucks, Legos, and story books. While he chuckled at my enthusiasm, a good cuff upside the head and deep chested growl let me know I was to be seen, not heard right now, so I listened. Mr. Stockton began with an apology, “I can’t tell you how much it pains me to know you were taken by force last night, right in my own cabin. No – no! You were. There are rules. What was done should never have been. Yes, while members of the pack must submit in all ways to those above them, this…this…taking of someone outside the pack in a transfigured state is not allowed – ever!” I grabbed my ears from the pain of the resonance of his angry growls, my heart raced, and I tensed as I felt every muscle in Mr. Stockton’s body flex. He calmed a bit, I lowered my hands, and he continued, “Isaac – for it was Isaac, my youngest – who came here last night and forced himself on you, will pay and pay dearly. My boys and the other packs are out searching for him now and when they find him, the Gathering, shall decide his punishment according to our laws.” I could hear the pain in his voice and reached back with my right hand and set it on his leg and squeezed, some small token of affection to let him know I was sorry. Mr. Stockton’s chest pulled in and out as he took a few deep, calming breaths, then he continued, “What’s done is done. Clifton sent you here because he – and the others you met – could sense that you were different, special, of a similar nature and kind – a therianthropic hybrid. Bottom line – you – I – the rest of my brothers – are humans who have the genetic ability to metamorphose into a superior being with the traits of another animal by the means of shape shifting. In layman’s terms – we are LYCANS.” That word hung in the air like a cloud of mustard gas on the battle field. Dangerous, lethal, powerful. No escape. Mr. Stockton continued as I held my breath, “Here is the basics of what you must know before we go on: · Lycans are not werewolves, this is not MTV, and there are several major classes of therianthropic hybrids, but we are the most plentiful, the most lauded in mythological lore, the most hunted, the most hated, the most feared. · This is a gift from the moon god Nanna. In ancient Sumeria he was also known as Sin, “lord of wisdom,” and father of the other gods. The moon is sacred, stars are important to us, night is our time, which is why we live out here, away from the cities, when we can. · Yet, there are those like Clifton and the others, who sacrifice much of who they are in order to ensure our species survives and thrives, and they pay a heavy price for the service they give. · Our scientific studies have helped us confirm that the potential for our gift is genetic – one you are born with, and you may not remember, but the first time Clifton fucked you, he made sure to get some small swipes of blood, which were sent to our lab for confirmation of what he suspected – what he could smell, what he could sense, what he could see in you. · But the genes are only part of it. Your full gift and ability does not show unless you experience a Making. Lycans are made, not born – only the potential is born · You don’t get turned/made by a bite or scratch, or some other nonsense. · Once you are Made, and your gift surfaces, you cannot breed in the normal sense, so no one is born a full lycan. · Only an Alpha can truly breed, but our cum is not fertile in that way with women and there are no female lycans. · To be Made, to have the latent genetic material activate and surface, takes a powerful ritual – one in which a male is fucked, his guts inseminated, his blood infected and bonded by - and with - an Alpha’s seed and the genetic flip switched. · A Making takes the raw seed of a morphed pack of at least 9 – with the Alpha being final fuck, and can be done anytime of the year. The number 9 is a magical, and powerful number for Nanna. · But a Making is a brutal and violent event and far worse than what Isaac did last night and without the Alpha’s seed and insemination at the end, death is likely. · You see only an Alpha can, well for lack of better term – knot you. Taking 10 loads of lycan cum from a morphed pack just gives you a raped up sloppy hole, but they cannot knot, that is a gift of only an Alpha. · The Alpha’s seed – mixed with that of the pack – creates something powerful, and which we do not yet understand the science behind, but it flips that latent genetic switch and then the real pain begins. · No, don’t me ask me why, it’s just the way it is, the way it has always been, and Clyde or somebody could explain the sciencey side of it. · No, all the raw dick and cum you took in the bathroom at the bar last night won’t make you – they were not morphed, just regular men at the time. · There is also another way – the old way, using the power of the Gibbous Moon and three Alphas, that is sacred, more intense, and used when a pack is too small. · No I don’t know how they figured this all out in the old days, but I imagine many, many men died in the trying. That’s why there are rules that we follow. Life is sacred and none should be wasted from careless horniness. · Once the genetic switch is flipped, and after the first successful morph – which can also kill – a lycan ages very slowly, there are often physical changes in the body, mind, senses. We are still men, but with some extra benefits. · Most lycans carry a number of deadly diseases including AIDS – and that found in our systems is far more virulent and toxic than anything known to man, but our immune systems suppresses all that and makes it nothing more than a recessive trait, or latent cold. That in part is why we must be careful, secret, cautious, and take the time to learn who someone is and who they might become even if they possesses Nanna’s gift. If the world at large were to know, we would become giant lab rats to be cut open, studied. Mr. Stockton held me tight to his body, his dick pulsed as his precum continued to fill me up. He wanted to keep me safe, I could tell that, and I hoped he could tell I was not afraid of him or anything he had said so far. HE THEN LAUGHED AGAIN WHEN I ASKED MY NEXT QUESTION AND REPLIED, “YES, YOU FUCKING LITTLE BUG CHASER. I’M SURE YOU’VE GOT THE AIDS BUG AS I’VE CONVERTED EVERY MAN I’VE EVER FUCKED.” I sighed in relief and pleasure – finally! I then asked about the thin sickly guy Clifton had fuck me and Mr. Stockton explained, “He was that way when he morphed the first time and like all men, not all lycans are the same. Some stay looking much how they were, the runts of the litter so to speak,” he continued explaining as he flipped me onto my stomach and started humping my hole anew: · A pack is made up of the Alpha and those he has converted, infected, and made. They are all bonded and connected, like family, and with clear lines of leadership and submission. For me, I let my pack sort out who fucks who, but bottom line is any boy in my pack is my bitch to fuck when and where I want – or for any other Alpha to fuck when he wants. Some packs are different though. HA! I can tell from the way your ass twitched you like that huh? · When a pack starts to reach a certain size, we shift the pups to a new Alpha and transfer the bond if needed – another painful ritual - or just send them off for a while. Like I said, we live a very, very long time. · This place here in the mountains, our home, is one of many sanctuaries. We stay out of trouble, don’t call attention to ourselves, and yes, that’s why you could not find us on any map. Technology is a wonderful tool in our efforts to keep ourselves safe and out of sight of those who have no need to find us. My body was getting that weird electric, orgasmic feeling again as Mr. Stockton started to pound my pup hole harder, deeper, and with more intent. I frankly was no longer focusing on what he was explaining as the raw slut in me had taken over and I just wanted to get loaded and knotted. I focused again when I realized he had stopped and was just lying on top of me, his monster dick inching back and forth like a long tapeworm in my stomach, trying to find a hole in my gut lining. He laughed, “That feeling you have – that sense that every cell in your body is shitting little fireworks? That is your DNA reacting to our kind. Sensing family, sensing us. Again, Clyde can explain the science why of it.” A thought then hit me, “Wait, so you get fucked? I mean you got fucked when your turned right? So how did you get to be an Alpha?” Mr. Stockton pulled out to the edge of my open hole, took a deep breath, and let it out as he slammed his body back onto mine, piercing me with his Alpha shaft, “Some mysteries are better left until you need to know them.” Sadly, Mr. Stockton did not knot me again, but his steady pounding of my ass for the next few hours left me gaping and sloppy and ripe for his boys to tag fuck me when several of them showed back up to the cabin. From what I overheard they had tracked Isaac down, so Mr. Stockton and some of the other men from town had gone to deal with him, while I was left to entertain his boys. Again – he called them boys but they were all older than me; daddies with hot bods, hairy limbs, amazing eyes, and HUGE dicks and once they had cleaned up the cabin and fed me we got down to some serious fucking. It was especially hot as I thought about my ‘hoped-for-brothers-to-be’ cumming in me, fucking me, giving me their piss, cum, spit, and I was happy to be the new pup for the pack – at lest unofficially. No matter how much dick I got though, I wanted it harder, rougher, and wilder like when Isaac – and then Mr. Stockton – had morphed. Don’t get me wrong, being bred by all those hunky daddies felt fucking amazing, but once you had a beast dick and then the Alpha knot, well it’s like crack and you need more. For the next two days I was kept in the cabin and used by the men of the pack repeatedly. Raw dick in my ass, my throat, piss, cum, spit, fingers clawing my hole, and rough fucking for hours. I was the fresh meat and every one of them wanted to thoroughly explore my naked body inside and out. We played puppy games like tag, sit-and-spin, hide-and-go-seek-the-bone, and Wrestle Mania – all of which ended the same way – me face down with big daddy dick breeding my raw ass! While this was a fantasy beyond imagining, I was frustrated I had not seen Mr. Stockton again, and that all of my questions were dismissed. I guess it made sense that the men of the pack deferred to the Alpha, but I was curious. Where was he? What would happen to Isaac? Was I going to experience a Making? How many men were in town? Where were the other sanctuaries? Beyond that though, and beyond the amazing orgasms and sexual nastiness I relished, my head hurt. There was this constant buzzing noise inside my head like a rumble of semi trucks in the distance mixed with the high pitch of a swarm of nelly bees. I was assaulted by weird and new smells I could not explain that would come and go, my eyes would get blurry and water and my vision squeeze and pulse. Again when I asked the guys about this their answer was to stuff my mouth with another dick. It wasn’t all about sex though. The men of the pack were close, I could tell that. They seemed to get along, they liked each other, and they were intimate in a familial way. We often ended up in a pile of naked limbs and bodies in the middle of the rug in front of the fireplace, just wrapped up together, our naked bodies entwined, sharing or scent, touch, closeness, and bonding. What little rifts or tiffs that exist in any family were there of course, but were quickly dismissed, laughed off, or taken care of with a growl and swat and then all was forgiven. The third morning after Mr. Stockton had left, he returned. He called his pack outside and I was forced to stay in the cabin. I held the curtains aside and looked out the window and could tell from the feet kicking the dirt, the fists made, and the growls and howls that something had happened. The pack as one then started walking down the dirt road, away from the cabin, one or two glancing back and giving me half-hearted waves. Mr. Stockton stood staring out over the valley for a few minutes, then turned and came inside. The Alpha’s eyes were tight, he was in pain, and his entire body was taught and on edge. I cautiously walked over to him, leaned into his daddy body and began to caress his dick. He grabbed me by the shoulders and stepped back, “We need to talk.” Mr. Stockton guided me to an old, wood chair by the dining room table and he began to pace, while occasionally running his hand through his mane of hair. Finally he paused, “We found Isaac – my boy. He…he admitted what he did – to you. Like I said. There are rules. Isaac was always pushing the boundaries, but this was an unforgivable act.” He paused, the look of pain and sorrow was heartbreaking. “I want you to know that neither I, nor my pack, nor the Council blame you in anyway, quite the contrary. So, Isaac has been punished – neutered, declawed, defanged, and banished – sent far away to serve as a fuck toy for another hybrid clan. Not lycans, but…well…it makes no difference.” Mr. Stockton’s massive daddy dick was now straining at his jeans as he stood in front of me, my tongue level with where his nut sac bottomed out and I looked up into his fiery eyes as he said, “While unprecedented, given the circumstances, timing, and well, the fact you came here with the blessing of Clifton and three others, and that I already marked you, the Council and the Gathering has agreed to my request that if you wish it, we will conduct your Making – tonight. If you agree, your life will belong to the pack. Your family’s fortune, your career, everything will belong to the pack. You will serve me and my pack, the Gathering, and the Council and all Alphas faithfully and abide by the rules, and there are many. If not – well you know what happened to Isaac.” I buried my face in Mr. Stockton’s crotch and shook with happiness and anxiousness and the smile on my face told him I agreed. He smiled, I rubbed his hard dick, he gently moved my hands away, grabbed my wrists hard and yanked me up so he could peer deep into my eyes as he snarled, “Tonight you will submit. Because of the loss of Isaac and the need to do this quickly, we have no choice but to conduct a Making with three Alphas. The Gibbous Moon is tonight, and it will be brutal and while I believe in you – well, not everyone survives. This is a rare and sacred experience, one that few experience these days and it will set you on a path of power and leadership. You had asked me how a lycan becomes an Alpha? Well only a lycan who endured a Making ritual under a Gibbous Moon and was created and marked by the three Alphas can themselves become one in the future. There is more to it of course, but without that – without tonight – you would never be allowed. I will be one of the Alphas and the others will join me in the ritual. YOU WILL BE FUCKED BRUTALLY – RAPED WITHOUT MERCY – YOUR OLD FLESH TORN AND DISCARDED – YOUR SPIRIT PRESSED TO THE BRINK OF DEATH AND BEYOND – YOUR BLOOD INFECTED AND MARKED WITH OUR SEED, OUR BLOOD, OUR ESSENCE. NOT ONCE – BUT THRICE. Three times will each of us use you and knot you and we will not stop no matter what until we have each completed our part in the ritual. We will be turned and once the ritual begins we are – shall we say consumed by it and could not stop if we wanted to.” I tried to get him to fuck me right then and there as I could see the wetness of his precum staining his jeans, but he declined, and left me. His parting words were for me to make whatever peace I needed to leave my old life and body behind and to embrace the future. The mountain was shrouded in mist and fog as the cold night settled in. I stood naked on the porch of the cabin, shivering, as the howls of what sounded like hundreds of lycans echoed through the valley and all around me. I wasn’t afraid though as I knew that these were howls of joy, howls of welcome, howls of acknowledgment of my new life in the pack. Through the wet mists three dark forms came closer. Their naked bodies glistened, their muscles flexed, their hard dicks – all long, thick, and dripping – directed their path. All three Alphas stopped in front of the porch, their eyes glowed like dancing embers, and without a word I stepped down, flinched as the gravel cut into my bare feet, and silently followed them into the woods and on the path that wound further up the mountain. Time sped up, slowed, sped up, as I followed the Alphas. The lycan howls continued, a chorus of brotherhood that kept us company as we journeyed up the mountain. After some time we stepped into a clearing, the forest fell away to the left and the right and directly ahead were three large bonfires that lit up the night. Beyond was a set of standing stones, all 20 feet or so in height and in the center, framed by the yellow-orange moon directly overhead, was a large stone altar, far darker than the stones that surrounded it. I stepped between the fires, the warmth a welcome respite from the chill, and stared in wonder at the moon above me as one of the Alphas guided me to the altar. In the flickering light of the fire I could see the altar stone was not uniformed in color, but streaked in dark reds and blacks – the blood of those who had come before. I bent forward and laid my chest on the stone. My wrists and ankles were locked in rusted, yet sturdy chains and iron bands. Small clumps of lichen and moss grew near the area where my face lay, showing peeks of the original gray stone beneath. The lycan howls came faster, louder, they were closing in – witnesses to my Making. The three Alphas circled, sniffed the air, sniffed me, and snarled and growled, and then they began to chant and circle me, faster and faster: “O Lord, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, lord Anshar, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, great lord Anu, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, lord Sin, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, lord of Ur, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, lord of Egishshirgal, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, lord of the shining crown, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, who is grandly perfected in kingship, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, who solemnly advances in garments of princeliness, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness” I was lost in the rhythm of the chant and lycan howls and had not realized they had morphed into their lycan selves when the first Alpha sunk his claws deep into the flesh beneath my ribs and then slammed my ass ring and mounted me raw– I screamed. His lycan cock was long, thick, with a bulbous head and the tough outer sheath and thick precum guided him on his path of destruction. The howls of the packs drowned out my screams as the Alpha knotted and seeded my puppy hole. A while later I gasped, my body coated the altar anew as he roughly withdrew himself, and the second Alpha clawed my back and flayed my flesh with his forepaws as I was mounted and knotted again for the will of Nanna. My insides were burning like a fourth bonfire had been lit up my ass. The Alphas’ seed was stripping my gut lining, dissolving my man flesh, activating my latent genes like a forest fire scorching the wilderness. Mr. Stockton strode past my blurry field of vision. I knew it was him from his smell. He growled, huffed, and when he drove his raw rod into my hole I cried out for joy. When he knotted me, tears ran down my face and salted the scrub plants around the base of the altar. His seed went deeper still, his thrusts stretched my ass wide open, his knot pushed my guts to their max and beyond and I needed more! THE CRESCENDO OF EACH FUCK FLOWED AND BUILT ONE TO THE OTHER AS MY INSIDES WERE FILLED WITH LYCAN SEED AND MY BODY WAS SACRIFICED TO NANNA. THE GIBBOUS MOON HUNG LOW AND TIGHT TO THE MOUNTAIN, PERFECTLY ALIGNED WITH MY VISION AS I TOOK THE 9TH AND FINAL KNOT OF MY ALPHA MAKERS. MR. STOCKTON’S KNOT SPLIT MY INTESTINAL WALL, LYCAN SEED SWEOT WITH TORRENTIAL SPEED THROUGH MY BODY, THE GIBBOUS MOON TURNED FROM YELLOW ORANGE TO BLUE, AND MY BODY BUCKED, STRAINED, AND CHAFED AT THE METAL BINDINGS HOLDING ME TO THE STONE ALTAR. MY TRANSFORMATION HAD BEGUN. My morphing was not painful. I guess from watching TV and stories and myth you think it would be. Yet it wasn’t. It was pure ecstasy. An embracing of self. Bones broke, grew, muscles distended, features reformed, my lycan DNA reset my bodies limits and healed me, but it was not my body that needed guidance, but my mind. Slowly my hearing discerned the Alphas all in unison, “Focus your mind. The mind controls the body. The mind controls all. You control the beast. Focus.” Over and over they guided and directed me until it just clicked. I could see – in myself the new part of me – the lycan pup. What’s more, I instinctively knew how to control it, guide it, let that part of self out, or contain it, as the recesses of my mind opened up and spilled forth all the parts of who I had become. I knelt before the three Alphas, my makers, embodied in my new lycan self. The howling of the packs had ceased, and the only noise on the mountain top were the heartbeats of those who had bowed to Nanna that night. As the morning sun gently broke the dawn’s horizon, my pack’s Alpha Mr. Stockton laughed, rubbed my now long hair and said, “You a true Fairy now – true Fairy Tail – welcome to the Pack pup.”

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2. Toasts I didn't see Seth at the gym again before the Friday of the party. We messaged a bit on line, but he had been busy with school, plus all the regular parties around Halloween, so we didn't message that often. I went to a few parties, and made out with a few guys. But even when I was making out with some cute freshman, all I could think about was Seth's partners. I wanted to feel their hairy chests against my body. I wanted to feel their beards brush against my lips. Most of all, I wanted to feel their thick cocks stretch my hole open. Other than Seth, I hadn't seen any of them naked. But I just knew that Jon and JP were hung with fat daddy dicks, and heavy, low-hanging balls filled with cum. I wanted to taste their cum, and I really wanted to feel what it was like for a man like Jon to breed my hole. It felt like it took forever to get to Friday, and then that morning went by at a snail's pace. I hadn't cum in several days, and I hadn't even tried to get fucked, despite being on prep. I wanted my first time to be with Seth and his family. A little after noon, my last class let out. I quickly found something to eat, and rushed back to my dorm. Seth had told me not to worry about a costume, that they would find something. I just took a shower, making sure I was clean inside and out. I found a cute pair of underwear to put on, and a pair of jeans that highlighted my ass. I was your standard skinny Asian twink, but my ass were two perfect melons. In the right jeans, I might have even fucked myself. As I finished dressing, my phone buzzed. It was Seth. I was excited and scared when I read the message. "Come whenever. But looking forward to seeing you, so the sooner the better." I was relieved that he hadn't cancelled. But I was still a bit scared. I was going over to the home of several strange, unknown men, and they were going to fuck me all night long, if not more. I was also hard as a rock. The blue briefs I was wearing hid nothing, and there was already a wet spot where my dickhead pressed against the shiny fabric. "On my way," I said, as I ordered an Lyft. Less than five minutes later, I was on my way. I shared my location with Seth. "See you soon. Simon, the door man knows you're coming." It was a twenty minute ride downtown, but with the traffic, it took thirty minutes. They seemed to drag by; I was fidgeting a bit, trying to will the traffic to open up. Finally, we pulled up to a tall condo building in downtown. I had seen it on the skyline; I knew it was expensive. "Nice place," the Lyft driver said as he dropped me off at the front door. It opened onto a large, and expensive-looking lobby. I stepped out and looked into the lobby. I had a marijuana vape pen with me, just in case I got nervous. I ducked off to one side, out of view of the lobby, and inhaled deeply. I held it, then did another hit. I was about to go to a sex party with four other guys. My dick cock was hard and my ass was twitching just thinking about it. Think about being sandwiched between Jon and JP, their hairy bodies pressed against me. I took another hit, just enough to help calm my nerves. Besides, it always made me horny, which couldn't hurt. I held it for thirty seconds, then stepped into the lobby. By the elevators, there was a tall, muscular black man, in an immaculately tailored suit. I tired not to stare; he was an ebony god. Just one of his arms was as big as I was. I read his discreet name badge. "Eli," it said. He caught me staring, and I blushed. "You must be Kenta," he said. Letting my eyes drop didn't help. There was little the tailor could do to hide the thick snake pressed against one of his legs. "Yeah," I said. "The guys are on Floor 48," he continued, directing me towards the elevator. "Have fun." I walked in the elevator; it was elegant, with dark mirrors and careful lighting. It took me a moment to find 48; I wondered how I would know which apartment it was. But the elevator was fast, and it was only a few seconds before it was slowing down, and the doors opened. Seth was standing there, wearing a white tank-top, black sweat pants, and a surprisingly realistic pair of goat horns coming out of his hair. Standing next to him was Jon, also in the tank top and sweats. He had a small pair of devil horns emerging from the cropped hair. His beard was also shaped into a proper devil's point. "Welcome," Seth said. "This is Jon." "I'm Kenta," I said. "Pleased to meet you," Jon said. He reached out and pulled me close to him. "You're a cute one," he said, then pushed me into Seth's waiting arms. "Isn't he?" Seth said, before kissing me. "I know we're going to have fun. I know just the costume for you." He kissed me again, then pushed me back to Jon. Jon kissed me this time. I wasn't expecting it, but I welcomed it, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue. He pushed me back for a second, and looked over my body. Even at maybe 5'10", he looked big against my 5'4" frame. "Let's get you into a proper costume," he said. Seth led the way out of the left. "Jon doesn't like to talk about it, but he made a lot of money with a start-up. So we live here. And have things like this for a closet." He stepped into a room about the size of my bedroom growing up. Around the edges were hooks and shelves holding various pieces of leather and toys. It was almost like being in the leather store downtown, except in one corner was a small bar, complete with a sink and small fridge. I had watched enough leather porn on XTube to recognize the other things in the room, a sling, a fuck bench, and a sturdy metal cage. I took a deep breath. My lungs filled with the scent of leather and sweat, and my head swam a bit. The marijuana was starting to hit, and now, this dirty porno jerk-off fantasy was starting to come true. My asshole twitched. I wanted another hit from the pipe. "You smoke weed?" Jon asked, almost reading my mind. "Yeah," I said. "You ever try G?" Seth asked me. "I've heard of it," I said. I had read stories about drug-fueled parties. "But not sure about it. What does it do?" "It's a bit like weed," Jon said. "It makes everything very mellow and chill. Great for making out and cuddling." He was standing behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body. I wanted it closer. "Have you been drinking?" he asked. "No," I said. I wanted to trust these two men. They made me feel like I could trust them. "Just vaped some weed." "Oh perfect," Seth said. "Just do a little, you can see how it feels. Then decide if you like it." He turned to Jon. "Maybe an ml?" "Him?" Jon said. He smiled at me. "Let's start him at .6. He's like half of you." He turned back tome. "Seth just wants to get you naked. I'll take care of you." He turned back to Seth. "But. Yes. Let's get Kenta naked and into his costume." "You get Kenta and us some G," Seth said. He stepped over to me, and wrapped his arms around me. He gave me a big kiss. "And I'll get Kenta naked." He peeled off my shirt with practiced ease, and tossed it into a corner. At the bar, Jon mixed something up. "This one is for you, Kenta," he said, reappearing with three glasses of orange juice. He handed me a glass, then handed one to Seth. "Cheers, boys," he said, as he toasted. "Do it quickly," he said, and then we clinked glasses. I swallowed it quickly, just like the others. But I could taste something bitter.

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

Very hot. I’d suggest you fuck him raw (of course) then as you are cumming tell him you are poz and he should get tested ASAP 😈☣️

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.

PART 8 I caught my breath and leaned up to a sitting position, as he climbed off me. The panic was setting in, but it wasn’t quite as bad. I had known. And I had done it anyways. I think it was guilt more than panic maybe. This guy had HIV! And now twice somehow I had given in and risked my life for his cock. That realization hit me like a freight train. Rising slowly on somewhat shaky legs, I quietly dressed, although even then I couldn’t help but staring at Tom. I had to admit, he was like my perfect idea of a man. Just looking at him flustered me. And factor into the equation his huge cock. His truly magnificent cut cock that got so hard and leaked so much precum. With all that precum, I knew he must shoot a lot of cum. That thought had both frightened me and made me cum many times in the last week. God, he was just so hot. Looking at him, no wonder I felt so powerless to stop doing what we had done now twice. And he liked me. He had even said I had the best hole ever. I wanted to be his best hole, this sexy older guy who was all but old enough to be my Dad. Tom hadn’t spoken and stood there with a bemused smile, as I stared at him. Finally he broke the silence, commenting "I'm flattered you can’t stop staring at me, Chris. I like it a lot. Just as I like you a lot.” My reply "I really like you too," was spontaneous. I was going deeper into my guilt and shame mode and trying to leave, but his naked body kept pulling me back into lust territory. The back and forth was hard to take, to be honest. Feeling guilty for wanting something you like so much. Because I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. “Tomorrow is Saturday. I think my sexy boy should go get a good night's sleep and come back tomorrow morning. Tonight I just had to have you right away, but tomorrow we could take our time. I have things to show you still, Chris. Things that will make you feel so good. Come over at around 11:00 A.M., okay?” I don’t know if he saw it right away or my silence was his tip or the look on my face, but I was so torn. The idea of saying yes seemed crazy. The idea of saying no left me wondering if I even could. He came closer and began to whisper, “I can see my sexy boy is worried. I hate to see you worry about doing what you were meant to do. Just doing what feels right for YOU. When I am inside you and it’s just my skin against yours, it feels so special. And when I cum....” He didn’t finish, he didn’t have to. We both knew what his cum meant, what me taking it represented. The bond of taking him like that, it was powerful. I was so wrapped up in a million swirling thoughts that when my lips moved, it took me a second to catch up. “I’ll... I’ll be here in the morning,” I said quietly. He smiled and walked me out of our playroom as he called it, and down the stairs to the door. Just before I grabbed the knob of the front door, he spun me around and kissed me deeply. “My sexy little boy. My super sexy little bottom boy. I’m going to show you so many things. I want to be your teacher so badly.” Oh my god. I was hard again. The kiss, his words, the passion he felt towards having sex with me. I wanted to be his student. I knew it was wrong, that I should be running. But what we had done already was the best feeling I had ever had, and left me feeling both the sexiest the most hungry for cock I had ever felt. He inspired such a need. And there he was, so good at making me just want him. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” I blurted. His smile grew. “Get some sleep. I want you ready to go tomorrow. I can’t wait to taste that’s boy hole again,” he whispered as I walked out the door. “Thanks,” I said. He looked at me and cocked his head, “For what, sexy?” he asked. “For... for fucking me like that again. It feels so good without a condom. I just never knew it could feel so good.” “Oh Chris, we haven’t even begun. And I love you love it so much. And you are definitely getting more in just a few hours aren’t you?” he said in a low voice. Again, the most enthusiastic nodding of my life. What the hell was i doing, I thought as I walked back to my apartment. I knew I could sneak in without having to talk to my mom, which was good since I had had rock hard boner since my little door talk with Tom. And besides, a million thoughts were swirling in my brain, most of them were of guilt. And some were of the variety 'What the hell are you doing?'. The word HIV floated around and around. I was scared and guilty and confused. And horny. As I stripped off and got in my bed, I had no desire to wash away the sex. My finger went to my hole and rubbed and fingered my cummy, used hole. As I stroked myself, the only thought that mattered was the idea of Tom's cock pulsing and throbbing as it shot rope after rope of sperm into my guts. As my mind envisioned Tom blowing his load in my ass I shot a load all over myself. I drifted off to sleep a cummy, confused mess, but knowing also that I wasn’t chickening out. I was going back in the morning.

PART 6 The next few days went something like spend 23 hours absolutely beating myself up and being sure my life was over, and the other hour reliving the sex that had taken place and jerking off three times a day. And it was the only thing I thought about jerking off. But there was no way I was ever going to do that again. I tried to avoid even going by Tom’s place, mostly because I was just so freaked by HIV and that he had cum in me and also just because I had never acted like that, like so slutty and desperate for a guy. My resolve to avoid a recurrence aside, it was safe to say I thought about Tom a lot. I would spend hours mad that he could have done that to me, followed by thoughts of how great it was that he had done that to me. It was almost worse. I finally had had the sex I had fantasized about and it had felt SO GOOD, but I couldn’t ever do it again. I struggled to focus on school and work but still found myself obsessing over fact that I had had raw sex. And taken cum. And, of course, I felt guilty over jerking off to it, but I just couldn’t help it. At least I had that, I would tell myself. Five days. Not even a week. I had been at school and then work and it was Friday and I decided to go to the Jacuzzi at the apartment complex. And who shows up about three minutes after I got in the water? Opening his robe he displayed a well-packed Speedo that could barely contain his cock and balls. "Chris, I have been hoping I would see you again. I know you were kind of flustered when you left. I really enjoyed our time we spent together. God, you were amazing.” He said as he settled in the water, directly across from me. “In fact, I was really really hoping to see you again.” I was practically shaking from the adrenaline going thru me. Part of me was so scared of what had happened, but part of me was seriously stuck on the fact Tom had really liked it and he liked me. He had been thinking about me. “I, I have been busy all week with school and work and stuff,” I said quietly. “I bet you need to relax,” he replied, adding “I bet you need to let go, let some of that stress go, let your true self come out for a while.” He had kind of slowly moved around the jacuzzi and he was now close to me. I just nodded at what he said. A recording of our previous meeting was playing over and over in my head. “I think we have had enough jacuzzi. Let’s dry off and go back to my playroom.” And he eased himself out of the jacuzzi his half hard cock pressing his suit out. I stared. And then followed. I knew what it meant going back there. And I was going anyway, after all I had said to myself. It was that easy for him to get me. We walked silently back to his place. As soon as we were in the door he suggested "Let’s just leave our suits down here,” as he stripped off what little he was wearing. I followed suit. Ten seconds in his house and I was naked. I followed him up the stairs into his play room. Shutting the door he stepped over to the entertainment center and inserted a video as I took a seat on the bed. As the video flickered through the opening credit, Tom joined me on the bed, his tongue invading my mouth. “I jerked off every day thinking about you and your sexy body and little boyhole,” he whispered. "I jerked off so many times thinking about you," I admitted, adding "I know I shouldn’t do this but I want to so badly,” I whispered through our kiss. "Shhhhh. Don’t worry, baby boy. This is your playroom. Your place to be your true self and to do what you want to do. What you need to do. And my baby boy needs his hole fucked again doesn’t he?” Tom whispered, his inches from mine. Unbidden, my had was already stroking his cock, which, I thought, felt like steel. “I want you to fuck me so bad,” I blurted out, surprising myself. But it was true. What had been a want these last few days was now a need. Tom was so hot. His cock was so fucking big and perfect. And he wanted me just as much I could tell. Looking me in the eyes, he asked me the question of which I was afraid "And what about my cum: Are you gonna take my cum again?” His cock leaking precum in my hand, the heat of his body, his smell. It all pushed me to the edge, where I was just his. And I was my true self. And my true self knew that every thought I had had about Tom always ended with him cumming in me. “I want your cum. I want you to fuck me like last time until you cum in me. In my hole, “ I replied. Just like that, I had somehow ended up in his room. And this time, he knew right away that my ass was his to use. And the cum. I was trembling still, a ball of horninss and nerves. This super hot guy was HIV positive, and he had a huge cock that was rock hard. And I had basically just asked him to fuck me and fill me up with sperm. And this time, cock hunger won out quicker than fear as I slid down to my knees and opened my mouth wide, ready to serve.

Fortunately I didn't have to wait long. A couple days after my anniversary with my boyfriend (when I'd let him bathe his uncovered cock in Jaime's cum without telling him), Simon said he was free and wanted to "fuck that cheatin' ass" again. I told my friends I wasn't feeling well, and practically ran over to Simon's place that night. I walked into his apartment like he said, and I found him naked on his bed, playing with his hard cock. I wanted to jump on him right then and there. He looked over at me with a mischievous smirk, asking "Been a while, hasn't it?" I nodded, happy to see him again. The last time he'd fucked me had been three weeks ago, the night he'd told me about his plan to get Jaime to come over and give up his cherry, which is just what happened a week later. Jaime and my boyfriend had both fucked me since then, but it wasn't the same as getting fucked by Simon. I wanted him inside me immediately. But as usual, he wasn't going to let me have it that easily. As I was choking on his cock, he told me, "I know you want this dick in you, boy…." He fucked my throat really hard then, making a point, "….but first you gotta take care of my friends." Friends? Fuck, how many dicks did I have to take before he would just fuck me again? I didn't want anyone else, I wanted him. But he always liked to push my boundaries and see what he could get me to do, so I guess I wasn't really surprised. Pushing me off his cock, he handed me a blindfold, ordering "Put this on." I didn't even argue. The faster I got his 'friends' out of the way, the sooner he'd be inside me again. I put the blindfold on. "Good boy," he said, rubbing the side of my face with tenderness that surprised me. "I trained you good, didn't I? You'll do anything for this fuckin' dick, won't you, bitch boy? So fuckin' hot." Then he took his hand away from my face, got up, and left. A couple seconds later, I heard several men enter the room, but I had no idea who they were, or how many. One of them rubbed my ass, and another one put his cock in my mouth, and I started sucking him. As I worked on his cock, the guy behind me buried his face in my ass and started eating me out, very tentatively at first, then with more confidence. Pretty soon he was slapping my ass, then he was lining his cock up and pushing into me. When he was all the way inside me and lying down on top of me, I finally recognized him as Jaime, the kid from across the street. This was the third time in two weeks he was sticking his cock in me, bareback again. I wondered if he was hooking up with anyone else, besides me and Simon. Jaime got into a nice rhythm and started breathing into my ear as I swallowed the cock in front of me. After a while, someone pushed my head to the side, and then Jaime was sucking on the cock, while he was fucking me. Jaime was really turning into a little slut, it looked like. I'm sure Simon was proud of his work. After a few minutes of the two of us sucking the stranger's cock, Jaime started to moan really loud and fuck me harder, and I knew he was close. Then, as Jaime started cumming inside me, I heard Simon's voice, "That's right, boy, give him your fuckin' load again, make him get used to takin' cum, don't even ask, just shoot your fuckin' load inside of him, make him take it." Jaime pulled out, and the guy in front of me moved around behind me and pushed inside my cummy hole. Then after a few seconds, I finally recognized the mystery fucker as Simon's roommate, who'd fucked me plenty of times before. And even though he'd pumped his cum into me every time, I still didn't know what he looked like. Once the roommate had gotten started, I let my head rest on the bed, thinking that these were the 'friends' about whom Simon had been speaking, and that there were no more (which both relieved and disappointed me), but then I felt someone lift my head up, and another cock was being shoved down my throat. It wasn't Simon's, Jaime's, or the roommate's, and it definitely wasn't my boyfriend's. That meant whoever this guy was, he really was a stranger, making him the third random guy Simon was pimping me out to. These are the thoughts I was having, as the roommate gave me his load, and the stranger moved around and forced his cock inside me. This was the third guy in about 15 minutes to stick his raw cock inside me, and somehow it felt totally…natural, like this is what I was supposed to be doing. My hole was totally sloppy with cum now, and there was a complete stranger inside me who only Simon knew, but I wasn't scared or nervous anymore, I was actually starting to like it. God, what was Simon doing to me? The stranger fucking me was being really passionate and kissing my neck and my back, like he'd never fucked an ass before. He was whispering things in my ear, like, "Oh, this is better than I thought," and, "Oh, you're so wet," and, "I've never done this with my wife before." He kept gasping and moaning, and it was actually a big turn-on to be appreciated like that, and to make someone feel so good. Before long, the stranger was gasping and panting in my ear, and then I felt him shove into me really hard and hold it there, and I knew I was getting my third load of the night. The three guys left, I took the blindfold off, and then finally Simon let me sit on his fucking cock. I bounced up and down with a big smile on my face, and Simon put his hands behind his head and let me do all the work. He looked up at me with a big grin as he felt all the cum inside me. After just a few minutes of that, Simon grabbed me and roughly flipped me onto my back to fuck me. But this time, instead of just pounding me into the mattress like he usually did, he was very slow and gentle. He moved in so close to my face that our noses touched, and I thought he was going to kiss me. He moaned softly and his eyes glazed over as he slowly fucked in and out of my wet, sloppy hole. "You have no fuckin' idea how good you feel, baby," he said to me. "You have so much fuckin' cum inside you right now. It was so hot seein' you give it up for my friends like that. You were such a good lil' boy." And I realized then that I would do anything to hear Simon talk to me the way he was talking to me right now. This is what I wanted -- to make Simon happy, to have him inside of me. Before long Simon asked "You ready for my load now?" I nodded emphatically, urging "Yes, please, Simon, I need it, I've been waiting so long, please, I can't wait any longer, give it to me!" "You want me to pull out?" he asked, teasing me. "No!" I practically shouted at him. "Don't pull out, I need you inside me, I wanna make you feel good, make me yours, Simon, please, cum inside me, give it to me!" "Good fuckin' boy," he said with a big smile, and he started pounding me harder, fucking all the cum into me, making loud sloshing noises. He started grunting and groaning, then he leaned in next to my ear, grabbed me tight, and started shooting his load inside me. Finally, I thought, this is what I'd wanted so bad, this is what I needed. I didn't care about anything else. Now I was complete. "Fuck, boy, that was incredible," he said, as he lay down next to me and sighed. "You're learnin' real fast. Takin' a total stranger's dick like that, very nice, boy, very nice." Then he thought for a second, and said, "Well, he might not be a total stranger to you," he said with a chuckle, "but he was to me!" "What??" I asked. I wasn't sure which part was more horrifying -- that Simon had no idea who I'd just let fuck me, or that it might have been someone I knew! "Don't worry, baby doll," he said, pulling me in to cuddle with him, like always. He knew I loved when he did that. "I met him last week, he's a real nice guy, a family guy, you know? He just wants to have a little fun on the side, and I knew you would take care of him. You made him feel so good. Wish you coulda seen the look on his face. You did so great, baby doll, you always do." And then he started to kiss my neck, and I started to forget that Simon had just tricked me into having sex with someone even he didn't know. "You've learned so much," he said, kissing my shoulder now, and sliding his hand down to my cock, "but you have more to learn, and I'm gonna teach you." I didn't know what Simon meant by that. But if it meant I got to keep seeing him, and keep feeling his skin pressed against mine, and keep making him happy, then I was all in.

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I was stationed in Monterey CA some years ago for a Navy School and a bunch of us decided one evening to go out for a few drinks. It was a Friday night and as we crossed the bridge into San Francisco, someone suggested we get a motel room for the weekend. We all agreed and pooled our money and got three rooms....2 guys per room. After eating a fast food dinner, we hit a few bars in and around Chinatown, and around 9pm three of the guys decided they wanted to go to a movie, so we split up. The three of us continued to cruise around checking out half a dozen bars in the next couple of hours. Around 11pm we stumbled into a bar called The Rodeo. We didn't know it at first, but it was a very gay friendly bar, and when we sat down at a table a couple of guys ambled over and asked if we wanted to dance. We all said no thanks and got up and left. I have always been bi, but never out of the closet to anyone but my wife, and the other two guys with me sure didn't seem bi to me. But we were all just drunk enough to laugh and talk about what we had seen in the bar. Mike giggled, "Did you see that guy in the cage dancing? He really looked hot! wow!" Matt, who was sharing the room that night with me said, "Mike, are you turned on by that guy?" Mike said, "Well, sort of...he was very nicely put together...and what a package he was just hiding there under that g-string!" Matt said, "I noticed him too, and I noticed you looking at him too Len." I said, "Well, it was hard not to stare. I was getting hard watching him." "You bi?" asked Matt. "Yeah," I replied "Wow! I am too! Who would have figured?" exclaimed Mike. "Me too," said Matt. "I noticed you in school but I was afraid to say anything." I looked hard at Matt's face and asked him, "Are you saying you are attracted to me?" He looked at me and said "Yes....I've been watching you all week since you got here. I just never figured I'd ever say anything". Mike stopped walking and grabbed us both by the arm and suggested, "Why dont we go back to the room and fool around?" We both quickly agreed and we went back to the motel. We decided to go to Matt's and my room as we weren't sure about when Rob, Paul and Tony were going to return. As we went into the room, we started throwing our clothes off and onto the floor. We were as excited as young guys can get, all three cocks standing straight up as theyt came into view. I wanted Matt's cock in my mouth and went right over to him and went down on my knees and started to lick his 7" nicely thick slab of meat. He let out a groan and put his hand on the back of my head and started pumping his cock into my mouth. I felt a mouth closing over my own cock as Matt slid down on the floor to make it easier for me to suck him. Mike was making slurping sounds on my cock, and pushing a wet finger into my ass. I was in heaven. Just then, there was a tap on the door. We all froze and scrambled for our shorts. We barely had time to get them on when Mike let the other three guys into the room. We were still breathing hard and Rob looked at me and said with a grin, "Len is a bit out of breath. I wonder why." Tony said, "Don't be an ass Rob....just tell them we found a glory hole in the wall of the bathroom and we've been watching for a good 5 minutes, and just decided to join you guys." "Wow!" was all Mike could say, as I breathed in relief. Then we all got nude again and started playing with each other on the floor. I quickly resumed sucking on Matt's rock hard cock, and Paul came over and began sucking on Rob. Tony stood behind me and started feeling my ass, as Mike was wetting the entrance again with his finger. Tony soon had his fingers in there and was stretching my ass out...it felt wonderful. A few minutes later, I felt Someone put the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass and start to push it in. I looked and it was Tony. As I looked down I saw what had to be 9" of hard cock and thought 'Oh God, he's gonna kill me with that' But Tony was very gentle and took his time, and when it was all in he asked me if I was okay, and when I nodded he started to fuck me slowly as I continued to lick and suck Matt's hardon. In the meantime, Matt was beginning to drip a bit and moan as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I could tell he was close to coming, and he suddenly stiffened and started shooting a huge stream of very hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but a little escaped down my chin, which Mike lapped up by licking my chin. Tony was picking up the pace a bit and I glanced over to see Paul and Rob locked in a 69 position. As Matt's cock shrunk down a bit, Mike moved over and presented me with his cock. I immediately opened my mouth and took it in. I was filling all my holes and it felt wonderful. Tony pulled out and told me to lie on my back and raise my legs. I did and he put his huge cock back in while Mike straddled my face and fed me his cock. Matt came to lie down next to me and started to suck my cock and play with Tony's balls as he fucked me. I got so hot, that i lasted about 1 minute before shooting my load right into Matt's willing mouth. As I came, I clenched my ass muscles very hard and Tony gave out a moan and I felt him shoot his hot cum right into my ass....and that made Mike cum in my mouth. We all shot our loads almost together. That was the only time I was with more than 1 guy at a time, but I never forgot the experience...it lasted 2 days after which I was sore for a week but very very satisfied.