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Chapter II. We played the next couple of days more than we had in a while, and each time, I bagged up and lasted longer. It was like our former passionate fuckfests were back again. It felt like his hole was looser than it had been in a while too. We fucked daily, and I shot big loads nightly into those condoms. I even got a dildo, a good three inches longer than my cock, and I worked it in his hole before fucking him. He was steadily getting looser. Towards the end of the week, I asked if he was going to see about getting some hung dick to open him up more than the dildo could. He blushed and confessed that Brad had been fucking him every day over their lunch break. I ate his ass and worked the new dildo into his hole as he told me about his weekday sessions. My boy’s story was so hot that I put on a condom, and slid inside, slowly fucking him so as not to cum too soon. My boy told me that during lunch on Monday, Brad had bent him over his desk and pulled his pants down. He was so hot to fuck my boy again that he didn’t even fully undress! In fact, he was in such a hurry that he nearly forgot to put on a condom. My boy had to remind him that he was there to get his hole stretched, not to take loads. My boy continued his story as I played with his hole. I loved how loose he stretched-out hole felt on my bagged-up cock. I’d work a finger inside my boy along my dick as he went on. My boy moaned as he described Tuesday’s session. Brad railed him in the warehouse, safely wrapped with an XL rubber. Another worker stumbled on them and watched the whole thing. After Brad pulled out, the worker asked if he could join in their next lunchtime session. I recognized the name of the warehouse worker, Adam, as being one of the foremen, and I knew he was tall and muscular from seeing him at holiday parties. That Wednesday, Adam watched as Brad lubed my boy up and fucked him, safely. Adam got close and held my boy’s cheeks apart for Brad to fuck. When Brad came in the condom, Adam pulled it off and drizzled his POZ seed into my boy’s opened hole, and slid in raw, lubed up with Brad’s cum as fucked it into my boy, filling him with his own seed. He inseminated my boy. After that, they decided that condoms wouldn’t be needed again. That night, I’d fucked their loads deeper into my boy’s guts without knowing it. My boy told me that he felt safe taking loads, with me rubbered-up it wasn’t like he was putting me at risk. His slimy stretched out pussy felt amazing, even through my condom. Brad and Adam repeated the rawfucking feat on Thursday, skipping condoms altogether, both Brad and Adam breeding him after taking turns coring out my boy’s recently tight hole. And now, Thursday night, here I was churning those loads in my boy’s guts with my own safe cock. I couldn’t help but shoot a huge load into the rubber reservoir. My boy poured my cum into his gooey hole and fingered himself, suggested I visit for some extra special lunchtime activities. I made sure to clear my schedule for the following afternoon. On Friday, Brad’s partner visited to bring lunch. I’d hadn’t met Jim before, but had heard he was just as hung as Brad. As he shook my hand, I shuddered when I saw the red biohazard tattoo back of his right hand. I knew Jim was just as POZ as his partner. My boy had reserved the conference room, and Jim had brought along some toys. Adam stripped my boy down and handed me a box of condoms with a wink, saying, ‘These are just for you.’ Brad bent my boy over the table as Jim lubed up an obscenely big dildo. He worked in into my boy’s hole as Adam kept his cheeks spread wide. I couldn’t help but jerk off, seeing these three guys open up my boy, his hairy pussy on display for us all to see. Brad smiled at me explaining, ‘We big guys want to last a few minutes too.’ Stretching him out helped them enjoy their bare fucks longer before getting their nut too. Brad went first. It was so hot seeing his beercan-thick cock spread my boy’s hole wide. I loved seeing Jim’s tattooed hand holding and caressing his man’s balls as they slammed into my boy. When Brad came, he came deep. Brad planted his seed so deep inside that none poured out when he pulled back. Jim took his place and took his time. He started with my boy in the same position, face down bent over the table. Jim had him flip over onto his back, never pulling out. This meant that my boy needed me to stand on one side and hold his legs back so Jim could really pound deep. He lasted a respectable amount of time and shot his POZ load deep inside my boy too. Jim pulled out and I helped my boy relax his legs for a moment. Adam sat in a big leather chair and pointed his big raw cock right up in the air. He begged me over and had me hold his cock while my boy sat right down on it. My boy’s pussy was well and truly opened up, so he took delight in sinking all the way down on it. Adam chuckled something about digging for oil, and I realized what he meant as I saw globs of Brad and Jim’s mixed cum drooling down Adam’s big cock. As I sat on the floor guiding Adam into my boy, Jim rearranged me onto all fours, so my ass was up in the air. Brad smeared some of their leaking seed onto his fingers and started working into my hole saying, ‘You know, if you take our cum you can go back to fucking your boy raw, like all of us. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?’ I couldn’t help but think it would be amazing. I let Jim finger my ass as I lapped at Adam’s big full balls. Adam concentrated on getting his load into my boy and really took his time. My boy’s legs were wearing out and he was covered in a sheen of sweat as the third big dick of the day stretched him out. When he couldn’t take it anymore, Adam relented and rewarded him with a big load shot very deeply. When he pulled out, his cock was covered in mixed clotted cum. He winked at me again. Brad and Jim got my boy back into his first position, face down leaning over the edge of the table. Jim guided my hips to my boy’s ass and Brad held the base of my condom-covered cock. Jim eased up behind me and I could feel his heat and his massive cock sticky with seed. When I fucked forward, Jim got closer to me. To pull out, I was backing onto his raw cummy cock. He slipped inside me, greased up with so much sperm. It only hurt for a minute before feeling deeply satisfying. I let out a guttural moan, and my boy grinned up at me, groaning, ‘Those big raw cocks feel so good, don’t they?’ I couldn’t help but agree. Brad still had his hand gripping the rubber ring at the base of my cock. He kept working a finger underneath, slowly rolling it up. Eventually the rubber was rolled up just around my cockhead. ‘It’s time,’ he said. Jim and Adam’s hand met Brad’s and they pulled that condom off my cock, where it was sucked inside my boy’s gaping pussy. It looked so hot seeing that biohazard-tattooed hand prying off the last barrier of protection off my cock. Feeling their spunk and how loose my boy’s cunt was felt so good. I was able to hold off cumming too soon before I felt Jim, deep inside me, growing. His cock got even bigger, balls-deep inside me, and then I felt a wet warmth spreading deep in my guts. Jim had just gushed his wet POZ load deep in my hole. We got ourselves together and cleaned up, only a little sweaty. Both my boy and I slowly leaked their cum as we went out for a beer and a late lunch. We sat around a booth, Jim, me, Brad, my boy, and Adam. I realized that Brad had one finger inside both me and my boy as we ordered our meal. Brad asked if I was happier with my boy’s stretched-out hole, and I eagerly nodded, thanking them for stretching us both out. Brad turned to my boy and asked if he was ready to start fucking me now, my own stretched-out hole now hungry for raw cock. My boy nodded and told me he couldn’t wait to get my hole stretched out and filled up by other hung buddies too. At the end of the day, he was also worried about cumming too soon when fucking me! Brad grinned saying, ‘I think we need to keep you boys both stretched out and cum-filled.’ My boy looked at me, silently pleading me to say yes. And I did. Our buddies now keep our holes stretched open, ready for raw use by any number of men. And thanks to Brad and Jim, we both regularly take raw POZ cock and cum. That, right there, is the key to a happy relationship.

Part Twenty One My mind was gone. The drugs in my drink, the conditioning he had used and the fact that secretly I had lusted after Sammy all came crashing down at the same time. I worshiped his cock like a fucking slut, wantonly just slathering it with my tongue, moaning at it;s thickness, it's heat...just it's existence. He just watched, stood there with a smile, watching me debase myself trying to bring him pleasure. Why did this kid have this kind of power over me? What was it that made me buckle inside just looking at him. He put a hand on my head and I knew what was coming next. It was the exact thing I would have done, the exact lesson I would have taught. He pressed my head down on that cock and I readied myself to take it. His head pushed past my tongue and I resisted the urge to gag, knowing that wasn't going to help. He was going to force me to deep throat that monster and there was nothing I could do about it. It I choked, if I passed out, if I threw up it wouldn't stop it. He was going to fuck my throat and that was just the way it was. He was teaching me, showing me, that I didn't matter in this. That he didn't need me to suck him off or to work his cock, I was a hole, a warm hole for him to use and use it he would. I didn't get to complain, I didn't get to resist. I was alive to make that cock feel good. And like the fucking cum slut I had become I tried. I tried to accommodate this dick but it was impossible. It was physically impossible. His cock was just bigger than my mouth, so I just sat there as his cockhead hit the back of my throat and then started to push down it. I was panicking, just as so many others had when I did this. I couldn't breath, I felt like I was going to throw up and I began to trash around. His hand moved to my throat and stopped me. “Breathe through your nose or I will choke you out.” His voice was like steal but still had the friendly tones I associated with little Sammy Parker. He was literally threatening to choke the air out of me and he made it sound so pleasant, so welcoming that I stopped fighting. I took a few hesitant breaths through my nose but it wasn't enough. He kept pushing down my throat and there were spots in front of my eyes. I coughed and felt the world blink out for a moment. Every time I blinked I lost time until I passed out. I woke up on my back, my throat was raw and I felt out of breath. “Looks like we have something to work on,” Sammy remarked doing something on my desk. “Sorry,” I croaked, looking around for some water, there was a bottle on the nightstand so I took it and gulped most of it down. He chuckled. “Wow, you are going to feel that soon.” I looked at the water and realized it had been dosed too. My head was already spinning...fuck. “So...here we are,” he said putting something down and sitting on the edge of the bed. “I'm sorry,” I said, “I didn't mean...” He shook his head and put a finger over my lips, “Shhh....don't worry.” His kindness hit me like a truck and I felt my eyes water some. “It's time,” he said, just staring me in the face. “For?” “For you to ask me to fuck you.” My mind freaked out and I sat up and pulled back from him, “No...” His features didn't change, he just continued to stare at me. “Please don't fuck me Sammy...please...” He sat there, stroking his cock, “But why? You want it.” I shook my head, even fucked up I knew I didn't want this, “I'm not a bottom, please. I'll do anything you want...” “Who's the alpha?” I felt a pang of fear got through me as his words penetrated me, “You are, but please...” “You want this,” he said climbing up on the bed, straddling my chest, “You've wanted this since the moment you saw me.” His cock bobbed in front of him, the head inches form my lips, filling my whole world up. “I'm not a bottom...” I repeated, transfixed in that cock. “No, but then neither were the guys you fucked. Neither was I. But still...you fucked us...and we liked it.” I just kept shaking my head, forcing myself not to lick the tip. “You want this, but you're scared. That's reasonable. But we both know as soon as this is up your ass...you are going to beg me to do it every chance you get.” Part of me was terrified of that, if I let him fuck me...and I liked it...what would happen? I didn't want this...I needed to... “So we're going to do this,” he said, leaving over and grabbing something from the nightstand, “You're going to take this,” I saw he had a syringe in his hand. “And all your fears will vanish. Your resistance will fade and you will become the cock slut we both know you want to be.” I shook my head, trying to hold on. “It's going to happen, you can put your arm out or I will have the guys come in here, hold you down and I will inject you. Either way, you're taking this and I am fucking you.” My dick twitched a little but I ignored it, “What's in it?” “Does it matter?” he asked, “I've given you three doses so far and every time you seem to lose your mind. Remember how good you felt?” I did remember, that feeling of pure bliss, the way my mind just unfocused, even now panicking I could feel the memory of it and the strong desire to go back there. “Give me your arm,” he said again. My mind screamed at me not to do this. I wasn't a bottom, I wasn't a bitch. This wasn't me! But I couldn't look away from this cock and knew, deep down...I wanted it so bad. I looked up at him and he just smiled at me, as if he already knew my choice. “Give me your arm and just let go,” he said, “Let all your fears go away...and become what you know you want to become.” “W-what?” “My whore,” he said pushing his cock forward, the tip smearing precum over my lips, “My personal cocksleeve, the cunt I fuck the most.” His cock slipped into my mouth and my tongue automatically licked around it. “You were born for this...you can stop pretending...just let go.” The drugs were really kicking in and I could feel my resistance slipping. I did want this, the warm of his cock enticed me, lured me...god I wanted to worship this kid. I really started to work his cock and he grinned as he pulled it our of my mouth. “Nuh-uh. Only good boys get to play.” “I'm a good boy,” I said before I could stop myself. “Then give me your arm.” I looked at the needle and felt terror, and then looked to Sammy and just melted...he said something else but I didn't hear him, I just stuck my arm out. His smile widened as he grabbed a rubber strap and tied it around my bicep “Make a fist,” he said and I did, because he told me to. “You have great veins,” he remarked, “You've taken all these like a champ.” “Is that why I felt like shit” I asked as he tapped my arm. He nodded, “Yep, and you're going to feel even worse when this wears off.” “Wait..” I said but the needle was against my skin. “Shhh....it's ok. I won't let you suffer.” the needle pushed in and I closed my eyes and felt tears roll down my face. “You're gonna be my junkie slut, you're gonna want this so bad you'll be blowing the guys on the living room floor for a hit.” I felt the warmness enter my arm as my mind screamed at me. “Can't you imagine it? You...doing anything anyone wants just to get a hit? You're gonna be the prefect little drug whore.” The warmness moved up my arm and I could feel my body ready itself for the feeling. I was already addicted, and he was right. I was going to do whatever I needed to, because that was who I was now. “Please don't leave me...” I said, the fear in my voice. “Shh, shh...do what I say, and I'll always take care of you.” “Promise?” I asked as it hit my chest. “Always,” he said pulling the needle out as I fell through the bed. My mind exploded and it was like being surrounded by clouds. There was no fear, no pain, nothing. There was just this feeling...it was incredible. I moaned as I felt the bed under me, just the sheets making my body tingle. I looked up and there he was, my alpha, my man. My Sammy. He smiled down at me, “You want me to fuck you?” I nodded. “Say it for me.” There was a pause as something called out to me, I stopped to listen, it sounded like someone crying. “You want this,” he said slapping his massive cock against my face, “Right?” I smiled and felt my entire fucking body react. “Please fuck me Sammy...please....” He leaned down “Who's my little cum jock?” “I am,” I answered quickly, “I am....” He moved off my chest and grabbed a bottle of lube off the table. “Spread your legs.”

My Boy’s Tight Hole Made Me Cum Too Soon When we first started dating, my boy and I played safe with each other, me almost always topping his amazing ass. We were casually seeing a few other guys, sometimes together in hot threeways and fourways. We somehow got less sexually adventurous as we got more serious. We stopped seeing other people and started playing bareback exclusively with each other. Initially, I’d pull out to cum, but after a while, he begged for my load. He really has an incredible ass, plump and round, with a hairy hole hidden deep between the clefts of his cheeks. He liked to show off his hairy crack, and it always turned me on when he used his hands to spread his cheeks wide. The experiences he’d had with other tops taught him a lot of amazing tricks. I couldn’t help but brag to several friends about what a hot bottom my boy was, especially now that we were exclusive and playing raw. That intense hot sex lasted for months. We fucked multiple times a week, me topping him raw and loving it, nearly always cumming inside him, but sometimes pulling out to cum on his hairy hole. I love lapping my load up and tonguing it inside him. Lately though, I noticed a few changes. We used to fuck practically daily, but now it was more like once a week. Regardless, the sex was still much better than most guys could ever hope for. However, I’d noticed that when I’d get inside his hole, I’d cum way too soon for either of our liking. It was as if my cock alone and less frequent fucking had gotten his hole too tight for its own good! When my boy was seeing other people, he regularly got stretched out by a few fuck buddies. Back then, I was also regularly wearing condoms. Dulling sensation always made me last longer, keeping me from feeling just how amazing his raw silky his hole truly is. One night after a sweaty session, I fingered my boy’s hole, slick with of my own fresh load, shot too quickly. We bluntly discussed his raw tight hole getting me off sooner than either of us would have liked. He told me he might have a solution, and he’d ask Brad, a buddy at work for advice. Brad and my boy had fucked regularly before we got serious. I knew he had a thick nine-inch monster dick from a very hot, safe, threeway we’d had a few years ago. We took turns pounding my boy into the mattress, and he loved it. Brad was one of the guys who convinced him to fuck with condoms especially if he was going to regularly get dicked by multiple guys. Although we’d never discussed it, I had seen Brad’s scorpion tattoo near his groin, and I suspected he was POZ. In fact, it turned me on sharing my boy’s hole, even safely, with this sexy hung guy. As hot as one safe cock stretching out my boy was, it was super sexy when he and his partner, Jim, had taken their turn my boy’s hole. Sadly, I’d missed out on that session, but heard that they, safely, used him very well that night. I asked my boy what Brad advised, and he had suggested a three-pronged approach: 1.) Have me wear a condom to fuck my boy to lessen how good his hole made me feel 2.) Get him regularly fucked my a hung guy, or guys, who could keep his hole cored out and loose. 3.) Getting me fucked by a few hung tops so my boy could use my own stretched-out ass too, taking the pressure off me from being the only top. To be continued…

Hey, Started having gay sex about 2 months ago and it was bareback. Ever since then, all I can think about is taking loads. I’m talking all the time. After having sex with 2 guys on GRINDR I had my first gangbang with about 8 guys - all bareback. I had another gangbang last weekend and have been hooking up with about 5 guys every week through GRINDR or BBRT. It’s almost like the more loads I take, the more I want, and it keeps escalating. I’m worried about what will happen when COVID ends, because I keep on researching Cumunion, MAL, and the US horse festival (want to be the one in the red hood), and I don’t think I can control it. I’m on PREP and have my vaccinations, and I love the feeling of being a submissive slut and having my holes filled and pumped with cum. But, this seems out of control. Has this happened to anyone else? Thoughts? Lucas

Part 3 The next two weeks were busy with soccer games and an internship. I was able to get into the bar with some friends the following weekend, and even got picked up by a friend of a friend. The sex was okay, but it hadn’t been great. And that’s what had me wrestling in my own head. I jerked off twice a day every day those two weeks, and despite trying, not to, my thoughts always went back to that fuck at the bookstore. I kept picturing his bare cock buried in my hole, and standing in that booth totally naked. I felt ashamed that I’d been there, and didn’t want anyone to ever know. But eve time I jerked off, I felt turned on and this thrill about it. I kept picturing myself walking those dark hallways, imagining them clogged with silhouetted guys stroking their cocks. I can’t go back there, I told myself during the day. It’s not the place guys like me go. But what about that guy who fucked me? He had been hot! And seemed like a normal guy I could meet out. Why was he there? It had my thoughts spinning and my emotions in a jumble. What was worse was I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. At the bar that night, I’d occasionally hear jokes about the bookstore and going there for “last call” if you didn’t find any there at the bar. Was that what it was? But people. Made it sound like somewhere you didn’t want to be seen. So why did I find myself standing outside the store again two weeks later? That same lesbian bouncer was at the door, and I couldn’t join my friends inside. I had gone to a local straight bar where some guys from soccer hung out. I had some drinks and hung out for a few hours, but wasn’t enjoying the conversation and constant prodding to go talk to some girl or another. Some people are clueless. Finally I took off saying I was meeting some friends. So here I am, wearing a blue tank top, white shorts, and flips flops, my hair freshly cut short with a little flip in front. I am feeling good about how I look. So why am I sitting in my car outside the bookstore again?? But I am. My cock is tingling and my guts are tangled up. This time I saw a couple guys go inside that looked pretty normal. One left quickly with a bag, but the other was still inside. Was he in the back maze of rooms? We’re there others that came in through the back entrance? Finally I was on the move, inside the store, and headed to the back area that was glowing with neon again. The same clerk was there, and I tried to avoid eye contact as I paid and he handed me anther little bottle. The first one was still unopened in the bottom of a drawer at home. This time I took a minute to remove the wrapper and look at the bottle; it was the first time I noticed some little pill sitting at the bottom of the bottom, immersed in the liquid. I still don’t know what these are, but they made me really horny last time. I tucked them into my pocket. I noticed a bowl of condoms on the counter. I should grab a few, just in case. I’m not going to fuck tonight, but I should have one in case someone wants to rub my hole. I should probably wear one for a blowjob here. But the thought of sucking on a rubber was totally repulsive. And if I bought one, the clerk would know I might be fucking out back and throw me out. The guy who fucked me last time said we needed to avoid drawing attention. I don’t want to get fucked tonight anyway. I walked out back, my flip flops slapping sounded really loud here. I crossed the glowing threshold into the back hallways. But this time I didn’t linger in the doorway, but kept walking. Tonight seemed busier. There were a lot of red lights glowing over the doors, and I saw three guys walking or standing in the hallways as I moved. I was trying to see their faces without them seeing me at all. I didn’t want anyone to recognize me here. If someone looked up at me, I’d look away quick. One guy was standing in a hallway, his head turned away from me. But his body looked decent in a t-shirt and shorts. The other guys were wearing dress shirts and pants. I suddenly felt self conscious about how exposed I was — you could easily see my chest and abs under my loose fitting tank, and my booty shorts were cropped right below my crotch. I walked the first two hallways, and then turned a corner and entered the third. I never really explored back this far last time. There were fewer doors, and only a couple red lights glowing. But the doors were all open, and you could hear the porn playing. I walked by slower, looking inside those rooms. There were two guys sitting in their own booths, cocks out and stroking really slowly. I walked by nervously, then went back to see if I could see them more clearly. The lighting was really dim, even with the video screens. Someone passed me in the hallway, but he gave me the creeps when his hand brushed over my crotch — I pulled away instinctively. Because of him I didn’t get to see inside the booths any better than the first time, and it was a minute before I looped back again. The guy in the first booth was older and looked like he might be a bit rough, with a cropped beard, jeans, boots, and a buttoned shirt that was hanging open. He was burly, with a thick hairy chest and a bit of a gut. But he had this manly energy. He was stroking so I didn’t get a good look at his cock, and he didn’t look up at me as I walked by. The second guy was in the next booth. He was naked except for sneakers, which I thought was really weird. Do guys really just hang out naked here? I don’t think I could do that. He was tall and thin. He looked up as I passed. I turned around and walked by again a few seconds later; he was still looking at me, like he expected me. His hand was wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, his long cock rock hard standing straight up in the air, and his balls were poking out the top of his grip. I realized I was holding my breath. He motioned me inside. I hesitated, then walked by. I did the loop of three hallways, and found myself back at those two open doors again. The burly guy in the shirt and jeans was still watching his movie, ignoring me. But the naked guy had stood up, facing the door, and made direct eye contact with me. This time he just stroked his long cock slowly. It was enticing. This time I stopped in the doorway, captivated by the size of his cock. He motioned me inside again. I took a step forward. His body reminded me of a tennis player’s. He was somewhere in his late 30s or 40s, good looking. Oddly I thought he looked like someone my dad would be friends with. He motioned me inside again, that long cock calling. I stepped inside the booth, watching him stroke his cock ever so slowly. He wanted me to see it. I wanted to touch it. I reached out, and saw my hand was shaking. He let me put my hand on it. Fuck, it felt so warm! And it was girthier than I expected. Still longer and lean, but I didn’t expect it to be this thick. He didn’t reach out to me, but let me get used to holding his cock. He moaned a little as I squeezed for the first time. I noticed someone behind me. The creepy guy was back and standing in the doorway. I had the urge to bolt. What am I doing?? But the creepy guy was in the way. The naked lean guy moved at that moment, reached over, and closed the door on the creepy guy. Then he leaned back against the wall, showing off his cock again. This time he reached out and tugged at the front of my shorts. I hadn’t realized I was hard, but was suddenly aware of the pressure in my shorts. His hands sent sparks flying through me, and I shuddered. I had been holding my breath again, and it came out in a soft groan. My body released all its tension, and I felt like I was melting. Reading my reaction, he came closer, unbuttoned my shorts, and slipped them to the floor. He began caressing my cock, my balls, and then my ass. I just stood there letting the sensations wash over me. I closed my eyes. His hands moved under my tank top, exploring my pecs abs and pecs. “Very nice,” he said softly, his voice deep. “You are so damned hot.” He pulled my tank over my head and set it down on the plastic chair. “Much better.” My hand was unconsciously stroking his long cock. I looked down at it. I was enthralled. It had a domed head, and reminded me of those batons they direct traffic with at night. We were both standing there naked, him exploring my muscled angles of my body, and me holding my upright by gripping his hot cock. He bent his knees, and thrust his cock forward in my hand, the head poking my balls. Again I felt sparks go through my body as his cock pushed against my body. He did it again, more deliberate this time. He angled his tall body so his cock was now brushing up under my balls, between my thighs. “You play football,” he asked. “Soccer.” “That explains this body.” There was a thrill running through me. This guy thinks I’m hot. He. Appreciates my body. And he knows how to make it feel good. “Why don’t you suck it?” He said quietly. I crouched down, tentatively taking the long shaft. Could I swallow all this? The length was intimidating. “That’s it. That’s it, boy. Nice and slow. Enjoy it.” I was trying to, but I was feeling nervous again. I was naked, crouched in front of this stranger in a booth. There was a creepy guy outside the door. What am I doing here? “Just relax,” he said again. Was I that obvious? Did he know I was about to stand up and bolt? I decided to leave. I let his impressive cock fall out of my mouth and I stood up. Do I say I’’m leaving? Am I supposed to say thanks? Why do I say I’m leaving? Will he be mad at me? Probably. I took a step backward and was looking down to find my tank when his put a warm hand on my shoulder, and the other one moved under my nose. It was one of those bottles again. “Inhale. Relax.” I tried not to, but the bottle was was now up my nostril. “Inhale,” he said gain in that deep voice. It was a command. His thumb closed off my other nostril. “”Again,” he said. This time I got the full whiff. His hand pushed pressure on my shoulder, and I was then on my knees and started to devour his cock. My body felt amazingly warm, and I couldn’t get enough of his cock into my mouth to satisfy the sudden urge. I started going to town on his long shaft, despite it hitting the back of my throat. “That’s it. That’s what you want. You want to be a Cocksucker.” He was starting to moan a bit. “Suck it, boy.” I was amazed how hot his cock felt going in and out of my mouth. I licked the long shaft with my tongue, until he pushed my face deeper against his balls. “Lick them. That’s it. Lick my balls. Get those toxic juices boiling.” What did he mean? “Can you smell the load brewing in there? I bet you can. I bet you want it.” He shoved his cock back into my mouth. I didn’t resist. I was caught up in this guy’s energy. I liked that he had control. It was turning me on. What am I doing? As he was thrusting his cock into my mouth, choking me, I felt his body fold. Over mine. His hands were gl down the length of my back to my ass. He began caressing my ass with both his hands, kneeling the muscles. ”Such a hot body. Look at that ass. I was vaguely aware of the sound of a plastic snap, but didn’t think much of it. My hole suddenly felt very slick as his fingers deliberately pressed inside me. His long shaft popped out of my mouth, and my face was crushed against the hair in his crotch. I grunted as his slippery fingers penetrated my hole. It was kinda rough, but kinda a turn on. I need to leave, I suddenly thought, but that thought went no where. My ass had control of my body, and it was excited by what he was dong. I seemed like there were arms and legs all around me. He was moving around the small space, and started to maneuver me into a different position. I didn’t know how such a tall guy could fit in this little booth, let alone with another person. But he was managing it well enough. He seemed to be behind me now. He shoved the little bottle into my nostril again. “Take a good hit, boy. That’s it. Now one more.” He bent me forward, my arms and hands resting on the cold floor. It felt sticky. I didn’t care. He grabbed my hips and lifted them up. “Lift that ass, boy. Higher.” My head was swirling and I wanted to feel him so badly. My ass started grinding backward, instinctively searching for his cock. I actually had to stretch my legs and get on my toes in order to lift my ass to the level of his cock. He gave a malicious laugh, “That’s it boy. Work for that cock. Show me. What that hot muscle body can do for it.” I was in this weird triangular position, up on my toes and hands. He pushed his cock against my hole. I shuddered, feeling the heat of the head. He kept going, a firm pressure pushing my hole open. I grunted and yelped at the same time. As he opened me up, my head flung back, and I saw stars. He didn’t waste time. He was pumping his long cock in and out of my ass,. I was grunting. Each time it went deep. Fuck that was a long cock! I opened my eyes. I was facing the floor, my flip flop in front of my, and I could see a corner of my shirt to my left. How did I end up here? “You like that cock, boy?” “Oh fuck yes.” He pounded my ass hard in response. I moaned louder than I should have. He didn’t seem to care about how loud we were. “Fuck, boy, you. Have my juices boiling. Can you feel it? Feel the toxins boiling in my balls. What do you want , boy?” “Fuck me! Please fuck me.” “Yeah. That’s a good cumdump . You are a cumdump, boy.” My legs were starting to shake from the strain of hollowing this wired angled position. All my weight resting on my toes and hands. But his cock felt so amazing. I wanted him to keep fucking me. His thrusts were long and deep, and he had a fast rhythm. My legs ached. My ass wanted so much more. I kept moaning as he used me. “It’s cumming, boy. That load is cumming. You want. That load, don’t you? You want to feel it.” No! I don’t want it inside me! “YES!! Fuck me! Whatever you want!” Now the sound of flesh pounding flesh was ringing through the booth. I yelped, “ah!! Ah! ! ah!” Each time he pounded against my smooth bare ass. I needed to collapse. And relieve my aching legs, but he was relentless. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkkkkk,” he growled. He planted his cock deep inside me. His body was shaking with the release, and it sent shivers through me. He pulled his cock out. I suddenly felt very empty, realizing just how filling his cock had been. All the warmth I’d been feeling with him plugged into me was draining away, and I collapsed on the floor. What the fuck? Who am I? I’m laying naked on this. Disgusting floor. Nice guys like me don’t do. This. I should be at the bar with friends, feeling sexy in my cute outfit, laughing and cruising guys. But I’m here, laying totally naked on a sticky floor in some shithole of a bookstore. My body was covered in sweat, and I was breathing hard from the exertion of holding. That position. My legs still ached. But my ass… My ass was radiating sheer ecstasy. It felt so amazing that it washed away any other feelings. He was caressing my ass, and slapped his cock against it a couple times. “Fuck, boy. You’re loaded. How’s that feel?” I felt oddly sexy. I felt incredible. “Fuck that was amazing,” I said. What part of me was saying that?? “Good, boy.” He said in that deep voice. He was standing up, pulling on clothes for the first time since I’d seen him. He dressed quickly, reached down, and parted my ass cheeks just as I was starting to get off the floor. Damn my legs hurt. But the feeling of his hands on my ass again made me get into an all fours position. He growled with delight. “Look at that, boy. You’re a natural.” He brushed his fingers around my hole; it felt really wet an sticky. I moaned quietly. He slapped my ass. He stood up and I heard the door handle click. “Happy hunting! That load is gonna make you even more popular tonight.”

It was about 15 years ago. I was at a fur con, MFF. Back when I was young, dumb, and liked to take cum. 100% top now. Anyway. It was like 3 AM and I woke up horny as fuck. Of course by then the parties were done and I wasn't exactly popular anyway. What with it being before shit like Telegram or Grindr or whatever I went around on various furry chat programs and website to see if anyone was both around and awake. It took awhile but I found a guy, big guy in a black wolf fursuit. He was apparently still up from a party and wanted to dump another load. He was very insistent on me 1) not asking a lot of questions, including his name 2) not using a condom. I was horny AF and didn't really use condoms anyway, so fuck yeah, I was down. He wanted me to go into one of the con hotel's bathrooms and enter a stall and just let him know which one. Pants down, facing the wall, let him do it. I was too horny not to agree, so yeah, I'm in the stall, waiting. It felt like forever, but I heard it open, close and lock behind me, and he was on me like the beast he was. In me in one thrust, his dick already coated in lube and cum from wherever he was coming from. He was in suit, and the musk and heat and sweat was overhwelming. It was like being pounded by waves, he just crashed on to me, slamming me into the wall until he finished. He was gone in a flash, I barely got a good look at his suit. Much, much later I found out he was /very/ poz, and that's why he insisted I didn't ask questions. I tested clean afterward, but fuck. Somehow the fact he kept that quiet made it very hot... I think that's why I'm in these forums today.

Sammy

It's similar to a female gspot orgasm where the tops cock has to hit a specific spot. Especially if he's not thicker than longer. I've been with some tops before that were doctors and they knew exactly where to hit and rub with the head of their cock once inside. I had never experienced it before then. The feeling was amazing. He had me lay on my back and put a pillow under my ass. I was pretty well lubed up and he slowly worked my hole open to the point where my ring wouldn't clench. I don't know what angle he was going in at but I i felt some light pressure and he told me everything he was doing at the same time. Told me not to touch my penis and that it would cum in it's own time. Fuck was he right lol. He slow fucked me for about 30 minutes and my cock was just drooling precum. He eventually cuffed my hands because i kept trying to stroke my cock. He picked up the pace when he saw me starting to get hard without even touching. i could feel my pulse in my prostate as his head kept massaging it. Anyway, when I came, i felt it building deep in my ass then felt the energy going up my cock and tightening my balls. I told him I was going to cum and sure enough my penis just started squirting one right after another. more than i usually did. he kept up the pace and practically milked my prostate with the head of his cock. he kept going until i was begging him to stop since it became more intense the longer he went but it was like i had no more cum to cum lol.

Part Twenty I woke up and instantly regretted it. The sunlight coming through the window hurt my eyes and I groaned as I turned away from it My entire body was sore, achy, I just felt like shit in general. My mouth was dry and my head was ringing, all the telltale signs I had been drugged. I looked over and Sammy was sitting next to my bed, a small smile on his face. “Morning,” he said cheerfully, “How you feeling?” “Like shit,” I said, even my voice hurt my ears. “Water?” he asked, a bottled water in his hands. I sat up and groaned again, “What's in it?” “Little bit of X, some GHB.” I held the bottle and just looked at him, “Why would I drink this?” He shrugged, “Cause you feel like shit and that will make you feel better.” “And fuck with my head.” He leaned forward and gave me a smile that could sell ice to Eskimos, “I don't need drugs to do that.” I felt something move in my gut and I broke eye contact with him. “Just drink it, don't be a pussy.” I wanted to fight him but he was right, I felt like shit and the x would take the edge off. Besides, I knew his game and could control myself. I took a sip and put the bottle down, “So what now?” “What do you want to do?” “You had your fun, you made your point. We're even.” “Even?” he asked, “Bitch we haven't even started.” Again I felt something twist in me when he called me bitch put I pushed past it, “What's your damage? You wanted to fuck your brothers, I gave that to you.” “Not before drugging me, fucking me, fucking me with your friend, pretty much humiliating me and making me beg for it.” “You liked it,” I shot back. “So did you,” he smiled. “What the fuck you mean?” He pulled out his phone and tossed it over, “Take a look.” My mouth went dry as I picked it up and opened the videos. There I was, one the living room floor, on my knees, mouth open as Josh jerked off. I could hear one of the guys say,” Open up cunt...get ready for your meal.” Sammy's voice asked, “You want that cum?” I nodded, looking like a dog being denied a treat. My face was already covered in cum but I seemed oblivious to it. Josh grunted, “Cumming...” and I sat up and waited. Spurts of hot cum came blasting out of his cock, spraying my face again as I desperately tried to catch as much in my mouth as I could. A flash of the saltiness danced through my mind and I felt that same feeling in my gut again. Sammy moved over to the bed, “This one you'll like...” he said taking the phone and opening up another one. I was on my back, legs spread and Chad had my vibrator in his hand. The guys had surrounded me, looking down like I was just another fucked up cheerleader we invited over to run a train on. Chad placed the vibrator to my ass and I saw myself arch my back and moan. “You want this?” he asked as he tickled my hole with the tip, “You want this?” “Please...” my voice begged, and for a second I was there, on the floor...hungry... “See?” Sammy whispered, “Looks at you beg.” My mouth was open as I watched Chad slowly push the vibrator into me as I whimpered on the screen. My head thrashed from side to side as Chad slowly fucked me with the thin vibrator. He had an evil smile on his face as he made me dance on the floor, he shoved it up there and I saw him twist the dial and I went wild. “Oh god..oh god...” I screamed, my ass slamming on the ground like I was trying to shove it in me even further. Sammy came on screen and knelt down near me, “You like that? You like how that feels?” “More...more...” I panted, sweat and cum dripping from my face. “You want more? You want a cock up there?” I was still moaning on the screen but you could see that I had paused. “Imagine it...” Sammy whispered, “How good it would feel...don't you want your pussy filled?” On screen I let out a throaty moan and in there here and now, I felt my ass loosen up and my cock twitched. “See?” Sammy said putting the phone down, “Look how much you liked it?” I couldn't move, I was simultaneously horrified by what I saw and reliving it in flashes of memory. I had liked it, what the fuck? That wasn't me..I wouldn't...I... Sammy got off the bed as I sat there in a stupor. “Look at me.” I turned and he had undressed himself. He was standing there naked, looking like a fucking Greek statue. His blond, surfer hair, the all american boy face, the smooth, cut pecs, the fucking six pac that could shred cheese...and his cock. His fucking, heavy, thick, Parker cock. Even soft it was amazing, just hanging there over his smooth, massive balls, it looked like a sleeping dragon, just waiting to be awakened. “It's simple, you said if yourself,” he said casually as his cock started to fill and enlarge, “You said men respond to the top dog, the alpha.” I just nodded as that fucking dick was over six inches and not even really hard yet, I couldn't look away. “And how do we measure who the alpha is?” he said, taking the shaft and lazily stroking himself to full hardness. The purple head of his cock was swollen and looked angry. Precum was gathering on the tip and I felt that same feeling in my gut as I just stared, hypnotized. “Whoever has the biggest cock is the alpha,” he said softly, “You said that, remember?” I nodded, his voice seeming from far away. “Look at my cock,” he said taking his hand away, letting it just sway there in front of him, the fucking donkey dick pointing straight up, smearing just under his belly button with cock snot. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen, hands down. The vein in the center pulsed and it felt like the blood pounding through his dick was pounding through my head. “So you have a choice,” he said, reaching over for the water, “Drink up, and we get down to business...” With his other hand he grabbed my chin and made me look into his eyes, “Or you never know what it feels like to be fucked by this?” He stroked his cock once hard, making his precum fly and land on my cheek. It was warm, I could smell his dick...my mouth was watering... “Who's the alpha?” he asked. Without ever taking my eyes off his cock I took the water and finished the bottle in one gulp. “Who. Is. The. Alpha?” he asked. I tossed the bottle on the ground as I felt my head start to fuzz. “You're the alpha Sammy, you are....” and I leaned forward and began to worship his cock slavishly.

[think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video15407699/homemade_creampie_-_internal_cumshot He Planted His Seed,,,,,my hole needs planting!

This is what I am training my new pig boy sub online (iSub) to do via fucking his own cunt with toys. He is not permitted to touch his dick ever again in a sexual manner, and I have now gotten him to wear Jockstraps on a full time basis. We are also now in the midst of getting him in to chastity imminenetly. He has achieved anal orgasms via his training which is leaving him still horny and hungry for Dick, whereas a standard penile ejaculation will leave him spent and done. It is all about the cunt and that wonderful prostate g-spot! 🐽

Asking, or telling! 😈 I do like to say this, but for me it is not a literal polite question, it is more of a figurative mind-play statement - As someone else has already said on this thread, it is going in the pig's cunt anyway regardless. And the begging I demand is a real turn on too! 👅

Hi everyone, I'm new here and just wanted to say hi 👋. I'm a playful sub boy puppy, I like all things anal, piss, cum, sweat, hairy men. Ultimately looking for the right Dom, but came here to make friends who only bb and are HIV+ or wanna be and into kink. Say hi 🙂

Finally got myself 2 regular FBs. So getting a load pretty much every 2nd day now. One is a weekly fuck. In a non-sexual relationship and comes over pretty much every Friday evening and pumps 2-3 loads in me. The other is a local I came across that loves my arse (that's new as I am not a toned man - although working on it) and he comes over pretty much every other night and pumps and dumps. He likes to start his load over my arse hole before shoving in and finishing off inside me. Not a huge fan of that cause I love it all in me, but I have discovered he shoots big loads. Last time he did it my outside hole was all wet and sticky. And I originally couldn't feel much inside. But move an hour later, and I I did little fart and a massive glob of cum came out and I was so surprised, so I began playing with my hole and so much cum came out I couldn't believe it. Big loads indeed. Slow start. Trying to get myself to at least 1 load a day, but more if I can lol

Name: Jp, "nerd" M-F: 7am-5pm Location: Door County, Wisconsin, Green Bay, 54303 Age: 41 Height: 5'7 Weight: 150 Ethnicity: white #: 773-800-1023

Fuck! Keeps getting better and better!

Last night. Had a 4sum with my boy Drew, his buddy Dwayne and my buddy Steve. Drew’s 23, Dwayne is 22 and my n Steve are in our 50s so it ws 2 Daddiies breeding our boys. Steve is a real bull, bigger than me, fit with a 8 inch cock - I’m just 6.5. We got the boys lying face down side by side. Steve buried his face in Drew’s ass and I ate out Dwayne. Once th boy’s holes were wet nd ready fir cock, I mounted Dwayne and Steve mounted Drew. We pumped them both hard. I love watching Steve fuck Drew. We timed ourselves so we both shot our load into the boys at the same time. Our bels emptied, I licked Steves load from Drew’s ass and Steve ate my load from Dwayne’s hole then Steve n me kissed tasting our boy’s sperm. Steve and I were both released but we still had 2 horny boys on our hands. We decided that it was only fair that Steve and I gave up our asses sonDwayne used my and drew fucked Steve. We all piled into bed each with a load in his ass.

The first time Sucked a str8 but curious buddy. He’d been hinting about what it must be like to get his cock sucked by another dude but never follow through. So, we’re chilling at his place and he brings it up again so I thought “fuck it” and ran my hands ofer the bulge in his jeans and told him tonight’s the night. I unzipped his jeans and he didn’t resist. I took his boots off, pulled his jeans off and buried my face in his crotch. He was wearing tight shorts and he smelled real sweaty. I told him to stand up and I got on my knees in front of him. I pulled down his shorts and got my first look at his cock. He had a handsome, thick uncut shaft. I cupped his balls and lightly worked his helmet with my tongue. His cock reared up to full erection. Fukkin beautiful - His cock was slightly curved and pointed up at the ceiling with his 4skin peeled back revealing his cock head. I put my mouth round it and took as much as I could down my throat - at least 3 quarters of it. I had one hand round his haft and the other gripping his balls. From the grunts he was making I guessed this wa his first propper blow job, I sucked on his cock and kneaded his balls and after only 5 minutes he said “I’m gunna cum” Ikept on sucking him, then he said “ I’m really gunna cum" and trie to pull out my mouth, I put my hand round him, gripped his ass and pulled him deeper into my mouth. Again he said “ I can’t stop, I’m gunna cum” and with that his cock throbbed and pumped jet after jet of sperm in my mouth and down my throat while grunting like a bull. He was so fukkin grateful and I was happy to give my buddy the best blow job he’d everr had.

"My current doctor is that good and my health is the most important thing, certainly better than sex." You're absolutely right - your health is the most important thing. However, being healthy and having sex --- the way you not your doctor want it -- are not mutually exclusive. Your doctor is not "that good." He is undermining your health (and likely others) by letting his personal bias impair his ability to be an effective health care provider. The stigma he is perpetuating is why thousands of people are still dying of HIV-related causes while PreP and treatments are available and effective. Shame is a powerful deterrent to diagnosis, treatment, and prevention. Shame on him. There are thousands of doctors. You only have one life. You deserve better.

It didn’t happen instantly, nor was it just one thing. First, I made certain that I ignored my dick entirely when getting fucked. (Easier said than done at first.) I’ve heard from others that wearing a jock helped them limit that temptation. I’ve not done that nor have I ever worn a cage. Then I focused all my energies on making my hole feel good for the Fucker. It helped when I began to refer to my hole as my pussy (or my cunt). Doing this regularly made me start thinking of my cunt as my primary sex organ. I also celebrated incremental wins. For instance: Instead of faulting myself for being hard most of the time, I congratulated myself for being soft some of the time...or half the time, etc. This led to me having increasing lengths of time soft. I also eroticized and embraced being “soft and useless” as a gift to my fucker to show my submission. I really do take pride in watching and feeling my dick flopping and jiggling on my belly or under me. Now, don’t get me wrong - I still get hard at first to show my excitement, but then I go soft very quickly once a dick is in me. You should also know that I am actually quite versatile and do fuck when the desire arises without a problem. So these techniques haven’t affected my ability to perform when I’m the Fucker. These concepts worked for me, I hope you you find some of them useful.

"Err, Doctor I have a waiting room full of men wanting to become new patients. Do you have any idea why?"

Fisting can cause the same orgasm and unless you've been fisted you can't fathom the orgasm from it...I've have cried, in a good way, as my fister passes the second ring while pressing my button!

I love giving my bottom anal orgasms. My cock is not particularly large but I fuck and pound hard especially when I’m close to cumming. It hits the prostate and sometimes my partner cums. It feels great to me as I feel the ass clench and release as he is Cumming. Great pleasure.

I met a super hot guy on Grindr who insisted on a rubber. I was like yeah, raw only and he coyly suggested I should trust him and come anyways. Bent me over his desk and lubed me up with thick stuff and shoved a fat gloved cock into me. I figured I’ll get the condom with the cum after he’s done and do what needs doing. About really hard four strokes in I fucking felt the latex snap and he went into overdrive. Didn’t take long for him to cum and when I turned to suck him clean, there was his latex “cock ring” with tattered latex still attached. Looking up he’s smiling like the Cheshire Cat and wiggling a jar of Vaseline at me 🙂 That was hot. B

I prefer the dirty talk. Tell the bttm that he does not deserve it, demean him a little, and make him beg for it. It is going in the ass regardless but for me the begging is huge turn on.

After another quick shower I enjoyed watching a guy in a sling get bred. Another finger found it's way up my hole and I decided I better get prepared for what seemed inevitable. I made my way to the front desk and bought a kit to clean out. I decided I would be prepared for a safe condom fuck. As I was showering after my douche a guy I know from the choir I sing in slipped under the shower head beside me. I had never seen him naked before. He was a pretty average looking slim guy; but his dick was anything but average. How could I not have noticed the bulge this uncut dark beauty must have created in his pants. He noticed me staring, smiled and started soaping up his crotch and magnificent man meat. Clearly his intention had gone from cleaning to stroking. I watched as it proved to be not just a shower but also a grower. Not quite as thick as a beer can and at least ten inches in length. His voice broke me out of my angling trance. "I want to fuck you. Let's finish here and go to my room." He had a regular room. Bed, mirrored walls, TV screen high on one end playing bareback porn and the light on but dimmed. We stripped off our towels as soon as the door was closed. He had me lie face down. No kissing, no fondling. It looked like this would progress as straight forward as his declaration in the shower. His hands spread my ass cheeks and his tongue penetrated my hole. I realized his tongue must be as amazing as his cock by the depth he was able to achieve. His technique was slow and sensuous at times, and fast and furious at other times. I was amazed at his endurance. After five minutes I was preparing my mind and body for the onslaught of his monster fuck stick. He transitioned from tongue fuck to eating out my tender hole. What started as a tender nibbles became bites and chewing of my ass lips just below an intolerable pain level. His technique and endurance was utterly astonishing. I lost track of time so consumed by pleasure. Finally his lips and licking started to move up my ass crack. He kissed his way up my spine and began to nibble lightly on my neck. Waves of chills and trembling moved throughout my body as something started to message my outer ring. When I thought I could take no more my hole was penetrated and I snapped to my senses. "No! No, you need to wear a condom. Pull out! You need a condom!" I cried. "Relax dude, that's just a finger. Don't worry ", his calm response. "Oh ... okay. That's okay. But you'll need a condom. " "Relax dude. Let me play with this tight hole. Let me get it good and ready. " And he did. One finger led to two. Two fingers l led to three. When the fourth finger was added I thought my ass couldn't stretch anymore. Yet at the same time it felt fantastic and my moans of pleasure just kept egging him on. To my amazement he added his thumb and proceeded with a vigorous pneumatic pulsing drilling motion. I thought I would split in two as I anticipated his knuckles breaking through and that I'd be recieving my first ever fist fuck. He seemed to know the limit to pound but not break through. After about three minutes he stopped and whispered in my ear. "This ass is now ready for my monster cock." I just nodded my head. With his naked cock head pressing against my eager hole I cleared my throat. "Hmm. Um ... you are forgetting something." "Oh shit man! Do you really want one of those. My raw skin is going to feel so much better." "I know. But yes, you need to wear a condom." "Oh man, I hate those things. They make my dick go flaccid. Please! I so want to fuck this tight ass." "No, sorry. Condom or no fuck. No matter how much I want you in me. I don't know you well enough. Fuck, I don't know anyone well enough to go raw. Besides, I already had one slip up and I'm not going through that worry again. Suite up or I'll have to ship out!" "Okay! Okay!" He was clearly frustrated. "Role over and put your legs up. I want to eat your ass as I put this on. Then I want to fuck you missionary and see your face as this monster breaches your fortress." His excellent ass eating resumed as I could hear him wrestle with the package and condom. As quick as it started it ended and I could see him looking down in distress. "It broke." He tried again and that one broke as well. I asked if he'd brought any extra large and he confessed he didn't think he'd need them. I tried to role the next one on and had better luck. He started to ease into my hole and it hurt like hell. I took deep breaths, urged him to add more lube and pleaded for him to go slow. When he was three inches in I felt the rubber snap hitting my inner gut walls. Clearly he was too big for the regular condoms the bathhouse provided. The pain in my but was both excruciating and exhilarating all at the same time.

If I am going to fuck you I WILL be dumping my load deep in your guts - No condoms and no pulling out. It is as simple as that!

Part Nineteen I woke up to my ass being eaten out. It wasn't John, because the fucking tongue felt like a tongue and not a small dick unto itself. But whoever it was had skill, what they lacked in girth they made up for in enthusiasm, which was turning me on despite myself. I was blindfolded and my arms were bound above my head, it took me a second to realize my legs were not tied and in fact, spread willingly. I groaned which must have let them know I was awake. I felt someone lightly slap my face, “Hey Ace, you with us?” Sammy's voice sounded so fucking pleasant, I wondered how much shit this kid had gotten away with over the years because he looked and sounded so innocent. “Stop,” I moaned as that tongue probed deeper. “Awww, that's not what you were saying a little bot ago,” Sammy said with a laugh, I heard a click and then my voice coming from a speaker. “Harder...fuck yeah...deeper...deeper...” I said that? “See? Just like you told me. The more aggressive and demanding the top is, the more they secretly want to be fucked.” “No!” I screamed, trying to clench my ass shut. But I was still drugged and the poppers I just woke up from had left me dazed and weak. And also, it felt amazing getting eaten out. “Still some fight in you, that's cute.” Sammy's voice now had an edge. There was silence, save the slurping of the mouth on my ass and I began to worry. I felt something wet and cool on my arm and the smell of alcohol. “Little prick,” Sammy said and I felt a sharp pain in my arm for a moment. “What the fuck,” I screamed, “What did you just...” and my world slid sideways. There was a warmth moving through my arm and then into my chest. The moment it felt like it hit my heart my whole world changed. My mind went into a haze, warm, soft haze where nothing was wrong. Suddenly I was cooing about the tongue up my ass because it felt so fucking incredible. I tried to talk but all I could do was slur as I spread my legs wider. The blindfold was removed and I looked up and saw Sammy smiling down at me, “Better?” I could feel drool slipping down my cheek as I nodded. He reached up and unfasten my arms and I fell back onto the bed completely, “Not going to need that are we?” I heard his words but they made little sense to me, fuck that tongue felt good. “You like that? You like being eaten out?” I nodded, closing my eyes in ecstasy. “Then you should thank him.” I looked up between my legs and I saw Josh down there, smiling back at me. Josh? Fucking Josh? Low man Josh? Party slut Josh? He was eating me... He dove back in and I moaned as my worries vanished as I felt touch me deep inside. “And a couple more friends wanted to say hey too...” I glanced over and saw the rest of the house naked, standing there stroking their cocks. I had fucked and each and every one these guys, Made them beg for it, made them love it, I had twisted all of them. And they were looking at me like I was lunch. Chad walked over, cock in hand and turned my head towards it, “Suck my cock bitch.” I wanted to refuse, I wanted to fucking spit on it...but Josh's tongue was so fucking good and I was feeling so mellow...I opened my mouth and felt him slide his cock across my tongue. “Get to it cunt.” The name moved something inside me and I began to roll my tongue over his cockhead, relishing the taste of his precum. “Holy shit,” Chad exclaimed, “He's really going at it.” Sammy grabbed my hair and made eye contact with me, “That's cause you like it, don't you?” The question confused me, I didn't want to like it...but couldn't remember why. In fact all I could feel was fucking pleasure and more pleasure and I didn't want it to stop. I nodded slightly as I worked the shaft of the cock. I heard the other guys cheer as Sammy let go of my head and let me get back to work. “Yeah work that fucking cock,” Chad muttered as he forced more of his cock into my mouth, “I used to fucking destroy pussy before I met you. I had a girlfriend and a fucking sidepiece...” his cock kept forcing past my tongue until hit the back of my mouth, “You remember, got me high...fucked me five times that night until I didn't know which way was up?” His head was pushing down my throat and I felt panicked for a moment but Josh licked harder and my eyes went to the back of my head. “Yeah...you fucking had me so fucked up I was crying for your cock...made me question my fucking mind.” His cock started to push down my throat and I could hear him groan, “And now you're just a hole for my cock...you like that? You like that cunt?” All I could do was gag but he didn't care, he positioned in and out of my mouth harder and harder until I felt his shaft pulse and shot after shot of hot cum was forced down my throat. He pulled back so he could spray my tongue, “Eat my load bitch, that's what bitches do...eat it.” Slowly I swallowed his load, shame burning through me. This wasn't me, I wasn't supposed to be doing this... Another wave of fucking perfection floated through me and I gulped the whole load down. Honestly it wasn't that bad... “Hey!” a hand slapped my face. I looked over and saw Paul with his throbbing cock, “Open.” There was a memory of not wanting this...but I just did it and it hadn't been so bad... I leaned forward and started to service the cock in front of me, wondering if he was going to taste as good as the last guy.

Part 2 I froze. What did he say? His hands moved to my shoulders and he firmly turned me around, and immediately my mind snapped, “What the fuck are you doing?” But those words never came out of my mouth. The part of me that was naked in this small booth with a sexy stranger that wanted to touch me needed to do I. Instead I felt his warm body pressed up against my back, and I fell forward a little awkwardly, catching myself on the metal wall with a thud. “Not too loud,” he said. “Generally they leave us alone, but you never know who’s around.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged them. “Damn you’re uptight.” He massaged a little deeper now. “Just relax. It’s all good.” His voice was strong, even though he was talking softly, and I felt oddly reassured. His body pressed closer, and I felt his cock against the small of my back. The tiny room started feeling stuffy, and my head was a little light. But I’d didn’t know what to do. I should leave. I should leave now. I started to push off the wall, but his warm body held me there. “Just relax. This is what you want..” He bent his knees and his cock became pushing across my ass. There was a thrill that went through me then — his hard cock felt so warm, the skin brushing against mine. His hands started doing something behind my back, and then he pressed something under my nose. It smelled awful, like cleaner. I looked down and saw the same yellow yellow that the guy out front sold me. “Relax, bud. Just take a hit. It’ll do you good.” My head felt a little swimmy inhaling the stuff, and I turned away. He lifted it to his own nose and inhaled, pinching off one nostril. He seemed to relish it. He pressed it under my nose. “Your turn. Just inhale for 3 seconds. That’s it. Hold it in. Three. Two. One. Now exhale.” What happened next was like fireworks inside my body. I felt a warmth flood from my head down to my toes, almost like a wave rolling. Down my naked body. The room seemed to get really dim, and I thought maybe I was falling over, but I wasn’t really. My body felt amazing, and I was suddenly so incredibly horny. He was starting to grind against my back and ass, and it felt amazing. I suddenly wanted more, and felt super sexy with this guy’s exposed body against mine. He pulled my hips back, then pressed a hand between my shoulder blades. My. Body automatically rolled his guidance, and I repositioned my feet for better balance, bracing my arms against the glass of one of the windows. The floor was cold and felt sticky on my feet, but I didn’t care. He was fingering my hole, and I let out a soft groan. His fingers felt slick as he probed me gently. “”That’s it, baby. Just enjoy it. This is what you came here for.” Was it? Is this what I came here for?? I was totally naked in a scuzzy booth, my nice sexy Friday-night-out clothes tossed to the floor, and I didn’t even see my flip flops. I was a smart student and decent athlete, and now I was hidden away in some dark corner of town no one wants to be seen in, with my ass displayed for some stranger. Was this what I wanted? Was this the way it was supposed to play out? My mind couldn’t process it. It didn’t want to process it. The little bottle was suddenly under my nose again. “One more time, bud,” he said softly into my ear. This time I pinched off one nostril myself, like I saw him do before. “ That’’s it. Take a deep hit. Hold it. Hold it in. Now release it slowly.” I did as I was told, and that rush of desire washed over me again. I could feel my heart pounding and my body was craving to be touched. Sensing my need, he made his move. I suddenly felt the hard, firm pressure against my hole, and it opened with intense desire to be taken to have this guy inside me. I groaned as he started to slide. Inside. It was slick and smooth, so much easier than when I’d been fucked at school. It had never been this smooth and easy.. This time it was his turn to moan. “Fuuuuck, man! Your hole is so tight.” He grabbed my hips and began thrusting. I grunted each time he buried his cock inside me. I knew we were no longer being discreet in here. There was too much grunting, knocking against the plastic seat and metal walls, and the sound of his skin slapping against my bare ass. I felt his cock sliding in and out of me, and it felt amazing. How was it so smooth? My body was totally his to take, and I just wanted more of him inside me. “Fuck! You. Are. So hot!!”” He stuttered out as he slammed me. “Damn you love this raw cock in you!” “Yeah. I do,” I said between grunts, totally wrapped up in the amazing feeling. It didn’t matter where I was. I felt really sexy and he was a hot fucker. He started fucking me a bit harder. ”I’m not gonna last long.” Unexpectedly he wrapped a hand around my own cock, and my mind exploded. “Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” I think I almost yelled it. “Yeah, cum with me!” He squeezed my cock and started pushing his cock really deep, holding it inside me, then repeating the deep thrust-and-hold again. My own dick erupted like a bottle rocket, and I started to see stars. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I was cumming like I had never shot before. My naked body spasmed with the intensity, and I pushed backward onto to thick cock to hold it inside me. He collapsed onto my back, resting his base chest against my smooth ass and back. We were both panting. The intense rush was fading, and I started thinking again. What do I do now? Are we supposed to kiss? I. have to give him my number. I need to do this again. ‘That was amazing,” I said. He stood up, separating our bodies, and gently slid out of my ass. “Yeah. That was hot, man.” He slapped my bare ass. “Thanks, bud.” I turned around and took his body again. Tall and nicely sculpted.. His hairy pecs looked so damned sexy framed in his open shirt. His cock was glistening in the dim light, long and thick. Fuck, that was just inside me! And then my brain caught up with me. I scanned the tiny room. There wasn’t a rubber or wrapper anywhere. He was pulling up his jeans, tucking his slick cock away. “I wish they kept paper towels in these rooms,” he said. “Did your use a rubber,” I asked. This time the words actually came out of my mouth. He shook his head. “You didn’t ask for one.” “You’re neg, right?” It was an automatic question. “You should ask that before you offer up your ass, bud.” He buttoned his shirt, then started to leave. “Thanks, bud. You were really hot.” “Can we connect again?” “I don’t come here a lot. But. You never know.” He opened the door and left. I was standing there naked, reality settling in. I was totally naked. The outfit I’d carefully picked out for the night was crumpled on the floor. I picked up my shirt and saw it was covered in jizz. I felt deflated. ?Some stranger had just shot his load inside me. I shouldn’t be excited by that. And I felt ashamed for being excited by the whole thing. Where did I lose control? What would my friends say? My family? I picked up my shorts and underwear. MY cock was still rock hard. Why was it hard? Didn’t it know what we had just done? I should be on a date with a nice guy, not naked in some scuzzy booth with cum in my ass. I found my flip flops under the cheap plastic seat, slipped them on, and retreated. I fled, desperate not to be seen by anyone. Hoping that the clerk wasn’t still there. I was never, ever coming back here! “See you next time,” the clerk quipped as the door chimed and I fled the store.

We are not going to get out of this unless there’s mass vaccine take up. At this stage, various covid vaccines have been given to millions of people worldwide. They’re safe. If you want the world to go back to normal, without it taking years and without needless suffering and death for millions of people, please take a vaccine when offered one. It’s not about you as an individual. We sink or swim together on this one.

I think this is the best story on here, it was the reason I started posting on here. Because this was just too good to pass up.

My boyhole is always hairless when I plan on having sex. Since the past few years, I temporarily remove it with a hair removal creme, but i'm looking into permanent lasering in the near future, so that I'm always at my most fuckable.

Jack a 26 year old bottom 5'10 140 white with brown hair and eyes was a safe only bottom. He had post on Adam and a few other sites for safe sex. Jack found a profile he had to have, tall muscled guy 6'2 200 with 9.5 white no face but a body to kill for and for weeks Jack would hit him up and the guy would swat his attempts to chat on line and finally after weeks the guy sent back a message that said you are not into what I am into. Jack said really, try me. The guy went on to tell him thanks but they would have to talk later. Jack sent him his number in hopes he would text him but three days had passed before he saw him online. Jack hit him up and said you know I live alone. The guy said well that is two things you have going for you. Jack asked what those were, you are a bottom and you live alone. The guy never have his name so lets call him Mark. Mark told him, I know you have wanted to get with me for a while but I am hear only to look for one bottom who is willing to be a cum dump for straight guys who just need to get off on the side. We are all clean and neg and need you to be, in some ways you would make the perfect bottom since you are a safe only otherwise bottom but I get that it may not be your thing. The conversation follows: Jack: I never do it bare but Mark: But what you would for us? Jack: How many is us and how does this work? Mark: There are over 30 in the city as part of our group but all can not attend any given session but with a hot little ass like yours they will want to try. Jack: So they all go bare? Mark: Yes, the only reason we would ever fuck a guys ass is because it is bare. If we have to use condoms we can fuck any college slut out there. Jack: That makes sense Mark: You must be okay with being just a hole for guys to get off in. Jack: That sounds hot. Mark: You also must be okay with it being anonymous, we all have a lot to loose. Jack: Okay what does that mean? Mark: We are only into bottoms who are ass up and hole ready in a jock and blindfolded. Jack: really? Mark: Told you it was not your thing. Jack: Wait I am in, I really want this! Mark: Good to hear, you will make a great bottom for us to pass around. I have to run for now but I will it you up soon. Jack: Wait what about this weekend or next? It was too late Mark had already signed off. Jack was rock hard and horny as fuck and checked his account ever two hours to see if Mark hit him back about this coming weekend. Jack sent him another note and said I really need this hope this weekend works.

True story. I had done lots of drugs as a teenager in the 70's. I was not sexually active at the time. I had never mixed the two until the age of 55. My boss is a Dominant Alpha Male. Straight, but never minded getting a blowjob from a fag. He knows that queers love giving head, unlike women, who only do it as an obligation. Meth is one drug I had never done. He was bothered by the fact that I was a Meth virgin. I begged him to get me high, I knew I wanted to try it. He gave in, even though I was his employee, I told him I could handle mixing the fact that I worked for him and I was going to become his submissive. I soon learned, Man was I missing out. He introduced me to the highs of blowing clouds. I took to it every fast. It felt good. He would never let me do it alone. Only with him, and He had to be in charge, like he was everywhere in his life. I gladly let him control me. When he would hold that pipe up to my mouth and tell me to "hit it". "hold it in" and I could only exhale when he said I could. I quickly submerged myself in his power over me. I found myself begging him to get me addicted to meth. I wanted to feel this way 24/7 365. He obliged and saw to it that I became a meth pig for him, since he found I gave him much better head if I was tweaked. I gladly gave up my previous life, shunned all of those people who were in it, so I could focus only on him. That was what he wanted and all I wanted was what he wanted me to do. The first time was so spectacular. I must have had 7 or 8 hits off that bowl. He then decided I needed to try something else. He pulled out the crack and the crack pipe. I was not afraid. In a weird way I had total trust in him from the start. He was a long time smoker and he knew the limits and the signs of distress. I would walk in front of a bus, or take a bullet for him. I trust him that much. I puffed on that crack pipe for at least 5 minutes. To some that may seem tame, but, remember all these drugs were new to my system and my brain and my heart. After those hits I was flying high. Very high. He grabbed me by the back of my head pulling hard on my hair and shoved my face into his crotch. He pulled down his pants only to expose his cock and his nut sac. While holding onto my head with his cock down my throat he dragged me to his sofa me scrambling to crawl on my knees as he yanked my whole body to where he wanted to be. Sitting down he took me by the ears and forced my head all the way up his dick and then pushed my face down so that his pubic hairs were in my eye. He got faster and faster not giving me time to breathe. He said that my breath was not important, only pleasuring his cock was important. I had to agree and said so. I know how to treat a meth pig. You ARE a meth pig. In one night I have turned you from a respectable man to nothing but a meth pig faggot. He pulled my head up so I could verbally agree with him. I said yes Boss. I also took advantage of this time to get my breath. I was getting so turned on by his dominance, but my pleasure was not important and I could do nothing about that. He was not the reciprocating type. In fact he made me stop touching myself and told me I had to do that in some dark corner away from him where faggots go to jerk off their dicks. He told me to concentrate on pleasing him, which I did from here on out. My jaw was getting sore and my mouth was dry. I tried to reach for my glass of water. He took it out of my hand, and demanded "Open" referring to my mouth. He then spit directly into my mouth and said, drink that. When he saw that I swallowed that so enthusiastically, he pulled me head back again and let a slow spiral of spit leave his mouth and land directly on my tongue. Good catch little faggot , he said. You are going to take all my fluids before this night is over. Since he was standing now and I am short with short legs, he was towering over me. He had to literally lift me up so my mouth could again reach his cock which was very hard now from all this toughness. Mine was too, but it would have to wait. Putting his right hand on the back of my head and his left hand around my throat he plunged his cock down my throat. Stick out that tongue you dumb homo. As I did it just went down my throat and felt like it was in my lungs. He said I love to feel my own cock going into your fag face hole, I can feel it from the outside. As he face fucked me with wild abandon, he paid no attention to my gagging. It didnt matter to either one of us. He just relentlessly pumped my face and I got in breaths where I could. He pushed my back to the sofa so that my head was resting on the front of the cushion. There was no where for me to go. He held my arms by the wrist and fucked my face faster and harder than anyone ever had before. I relaxed and enjoyed the turbulence of his fucking. I do not remember ever being this dominated down my throat and being so relaxed as to enjoy every minute. He stopped all of a sudden. I saw him reach for the meth pipe. As he filled the pipe, he asked me, Do you like being used as nothing but a face hole for my straight dick , you fucking faggot. I love that dominant verbal talk and I had an opportunity this time to speak without anything down my throat. I replied Yes Boss. I like being your meth pig, please feed me some more meth, then please feed me more of your huge cock, then please allow my open mouth and esophagus to be a receptacle for your straight fluids. Please let me feel more of your power as you rape my willing face hole, Sir. Please. He said I like it when you beg to be raped. I like to hear you want to be my meth pig. Your life is so fucked up now. You cant escape my dominance. Somehow I know you never want to leave, and I never have to worry about you going anywhere. I replied I belong to you from now until forever. Or until you decide you are done with me. You see Boss I l know all of this is your decision, your way, your choice. I have no say and I dont want any say. Good faggot boy you know I could be done with you tonight and I could throw your ass out onto the street if I choose. Yes Boss I am aware and what you say, goes. Period. He then shoved that pipe into my mouth and lit that torch. I love the sound of that torch. It makes a distinct sound that only means one thing. METH. Fuck Yeah. I sat patiently on the floor with my head against the sofa as he twirled the pipe back and forth in my mouth. We both watched as the rock turned to liquid and the smoke swirled inside the round bowl. That sight alone has made me blow a load in the past without even touching myself. My mouth on one end and my Dom on the other end directing me when to breathe and when to hold it in. Before I took that first big hit, pulled the pipe away and said beg for it faggot. I pleaded like my life depended on it. Making sure to acknowledge that he is the reason for my ability to breathe in his presence. His permission to do the simplest thing such as taking in air into my lungs. Things we all take for granted now must be acknowledged that He owns every part of my life, even how my body works. He then put that pipe back into my mouth, as he lit the torch again to make sure everything was melted and about to enter my body. At this point I was SO starved for that smoke, for that sweet smell of meth, that I started to precum in my jeans. The wet spot was right below where he was standing and it was impossible for me to hide it. He looked down and started laughing. Wow, he said, what excites you more faggot the meth or my cock. Right now Boss, I am longing for those methamphetamines to enter my raspatory system, be absorbed into my lung tissue and enter my blood stream. You giving me that woozy feeling of being high and knowing I belong to you because no one else will ever have right to own my lungs like you do Boss. Faggot, he said, you are one fucked up queer and I am glad I was the one to corrupt you into being such a pig for me. I am the best there is and you know it, now HIT that goddamn bowl motherfucker. I took one long slow draw, as he squeezed my nostrils together allowing for nothing but Meth smoke to enter me. Keep going , keep going, dont stop, not yet. dont stop faggot until I tell you to, keep going. little bit more, little bit more. It all inside you now, the whole rock has been transformed into my control, my smoke that I give to you. He continued to hold my nose. Keep it in,, dont let it out, not yet, keep holding, keep holding, you can do it. I have taught you well my little faggot. Yes MY faggot, 10 more seconds. My lung were so full and I wanted to push it out very badly. More than that I wanted to make him happy, to show him that I could be the best meth smoking pig he had ever met. OK you blow it out, I think there will be nothing left to exhale, I am sure all of it has been left in your faggot lungs. I still had a little more I could take., He smiled and said Oh you want to hold on longer. I am impressed. Look at the meth pig you are, the meth pig I have made. I made you, you are my property. You have no voice except to agree and do my bidding in this new life I have made for you. Finally I exhaled. It felt such relief. A rush like I had never had before. My head was spinning and I was floating on that swirling smoke that entered the room. Not much of it, but, what there was I was tripping on those clouds. I looked and saw him grinning an evil grin. You smoke like a pro, fag. You ready? Open. Open. Once again I was pinned down by my wrists, with his now gargantuan cock sliding in and out of my open willing accepting mouth hole. He was pumping me with a feverish rhythm, I could feel his balls hitting my chin. I should have shaved before, my beard was too long. His cock was getting caught up in my beard every time he pulled out. Hey fag, he shouted. trim that beard or I will punch the fuck out of you. Say yes Boss. Say it right now with my cock in your throat. I managed to get out Yeth when he pumped out, then he shoved it back in. When he pulled out again I got out Both. He started laughing. You did what I said, you just sounded like a dumb faggot doing it. Oh Wait, You ARE a dumb faggot. Then he stopped laughing and concentrated on fucking my face. In and Out In and Out. He went on like this for another 30 minutes. Slowing down if he got too close. Then back to the feverish pump. I was SO high I barely knew where I was. The only thing I could see was a photo of him with his girlfriend. I keep my gaze on that photo, it grounded me. How long can you go you queer? He pulled out so I could answer. As long as it takes you, whenever is your choice, I have no say, you do Boss, as I admitted calmly but completely horned out. He could tell I was loving every minute of this treatment. I dont want this to end Sir. Good answer cock sucking faggot he said with a half laugh. You ready for the blow up? Fuck Yeah please Boss I replied. I could feel his cock get bigger as he continued to plow my the back of my throat and into my chest. I felt his balls pull back as he put his hand on the back of my head pinned against the sofa. Pulling my hair towards him his cock felt like it was into my stomach. He leaned over frozen pushing very hard with his hips against my head, while he pushed my head towards his bush. I was trapped between his groin and his big manly hand as the semen shot into my throat. It tasted very good. I was hoping it would be as sweet smelling as his crotch was, and it was. I can smell that smell right now as I am sitting here. His whole body shook, having spasms and thrusting more even after the cum was drained from his beautiful masculine dick. He started to pull out, and as he did I took my hands on his ass cheeks and pushed it down my throat again. More semen spilled out and slid down my willing throat. He laughed, You cant get enough of my Alpha cum. can you? You want more and more. Yes I do Boss. Well I'm out of cum but you are going to swallow this. He assumed the same position only this time he held my nose. Take my piss you dirty meth pig whore. I could feel the start of his warm stream slowly flow from the back of my throat down down my esophagus. He pulled out a little so his piss would hit my taste buds on my tongue. Do you like how that tasted dirty pig? I nodded yes. I had to control the piss coming in my mouth. I did not want to drown. I knew how to swallow whole bladders by breathing right and making my tongue slow down the stream. Otherwise it would come back out my mouth and HE would not like his piss dripping on his body. Piss is for faggots like you, I heard him say. Once he was done he shook his cock while it was still in my mouth. Jerking to get every last drop for me. He then pulled out grabbed me by the back of the head and spit right into my eye. I knew to leave it there, I would slurp that up after he left. I looked up to see a mix of pleasure and contempt. He would never say thank you that was good. Just the fact that I was lucky enough to take his fluids was my thank you. I said it for the both of us. Thank you Boss. That was the best blowjob I have ever given. He laughed and said nothing as he pulled up his pants. Don't count on that happening again. If I want to rape you I will, and If I never do again you will remember this and compare all others to me and they will never stack up. Damn I am the best. You know faggot you know more than I ever thought you would. I think I will keep you around, you can do everything for me so I don't have to lift a finger. Maybe, if you are lucky, I will shoot my seed into your eager mouth again. However remember if you ask you'll never get it. I am in charge and if need a faggot to use you will be at the top of my list of meth pigs. Wow Thank you Boss. That was the best compliment you could ever say to me.. I know homo I know. Now get the fuck out of my office and go clean something. or do whatever it is that faggots like you do. I dont really care , just get out of sight for now. You are dismissed. Stay where I can see you on my cameras. With that I left the office the happiest I have ever been with cum in my hair , cum on my eye so it is stuck shut and the smell of his balls on my beard. The only place that I could get some privacy was in the kitchen walk in pantry. I went there and blew my own load in a record 2 minutes I was so worked up and turned on thinking of the Dominant I have in my life, knowing that my submissive meth pig will be treated the way it should. Hells Yeah

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Alam being a cumhole

when I first started bottoming in college, I was touching my cock a lot, but after the first year or so, i noticed i wouldn't get hard all that much, so I just kinda stopped touching it and focused more on the cock in my hole then the one between my legs. looking back on it, I guess i was just realizing my role as the lesser man in the room. there was only one cock in the room to me past that point. a lot of tops I've been with wouldn't even care if I was hard or not or even sporting a semi. They know their role and i know mine.

I went into a local grocery store yesterday to get some fruit. I was wandering through the fruit section and I noticed a guy in T-shirt and shorts, which was weird since it was cold here in So Cal! I noticed the bulge in his shorts, a fairly decent outline of a nice cock! He caught me looking and smiled. As I watched, he rubbed his cock through his shorts and it was getting hard! He stepped behind a display, looked around and pulled it out and stroked it a bit. Nice Cock! I licked my lips and he laughed. Then he walked over and asked if I was a fag and wanted to suck his cock? I nodded yes. I followed him into the back of the store and straight into the Men's Room. He locked the door and in a flash he was naked except for his mask and shoes! I started to kneel, and he stopped me. Fags are naked when they suck my cock he told me! So, in the back of a local grocery store, in a men's room I stripped naked and knelt to suck his cock. Nice, shaved, about 8 inches with veins all over. I licked the head and sucked his balls, and when I put him in my mouth, he came, a lot. I loved the cum but I was disappointed because I really wanted to play with his cock for a while. Then he told me not to worry, he could come a second time! So I got to suck and play with his cock for a nice while. Felt like a total fag! Finally he pulled my hands off and started fucking the head of his cock in and out of my mouth, getting close. He pulled his cock out and started to stroke it, and then blasted my face! A lot of cum for a second time in such a short time! He the took his cock and started smearing the cum all over my face and using it to feed me his cum. When he was done, he told me to clean his cock, lick it clean! Then he told me to sit on the toilet, and without thinking like a good faggot, I did as he told me. He stood in front of me and started pissing into the toilet and on my cock, then walking his piss stream up my body, until he was pissing on my face. I opened my mouth and swallowed piss for the first time in my life! He pissed a lot and most of it into my mouth! When he was done I licked his cock clean again. And in a flash, he was dressed again and going out the door. I quickly locked it again and realized my situation. Naked, covered in cum and piss in a public restroom. It took a while to get presentable and dressed. I think I used all the paper towels in there. As I left the store, he was out front , walked over and handed me a card with an email address and walked away. I emailed with no response yet. I'm still amazed how when a guy shows me a nice cock, I turn into a total faggot and do whatever he tells me to get to his cock! Never said a word, just sucked his cock twice and let him piss in my mouth, in public!

The first part of this story was true, factual account. This second part is pure fiction. In my mind it is exactly what I want to happen. One day, soon after the last part ended, I was minding my own business. I was doing my job like I am paid to do. The Boss called me and said we were going to have to work on Saturday. Normally I had weekends off. He told me to come in at 4:00pm. When I asked why we had to work on a Saturday and why we were starting so late in the day, he barked at me "if you dont want your job I can get any other faggot to come here and do it. for you, remember your employment lies strictly in my hands." I replied I would be happy to come in on Saturday at 4:00pm. Thats a better attitude, thats what I want to hear from you. Yes sir, I said. I was not really happy but I also knew his word was the most important thing to me, so who needs time off. At 3:00pm on Saturday I was getting out of the shower and getting dressed when my phone rang. He would never see but in my contacts listing his name was listed as Dom, as in Dominant. That could fool anyone looking and still give him the respect he deserves in that kind of silent way. He told me we were not going to work at the office and I was to come to his house. I started to ask why, and caught myself, asking if he would text me the address so I could put it in my navigation system. I was excited, turned on, scared, and so many other things but most of all my submissive self became alive. I got my in car quickly so I would have extra time to get there and not be late, but, also have time to scope out his surroundings. I knocked on his door at exactly 4:00pm. The door came open but no one was there. I heard a voice, his voice, say come in and sit down right there. I did and watched the door close and lock all by itself. Rather close and lock by his command. I looked around and saw a camera and speaker in the corner ceiling pointed right at where I was sitting. I stood up a minute and acted like I was tucking in my shirt and noticed the camera silently follow my moves. This gave me instant wood knowing he was controlling my every move in my first minute here. Then a voice came over that speaker and told me to go down the hall and turn left at the stairs and go up to the 3rd floor. As i got to the top of the stairs there was a table with a pipe on it that clearly had a decent size rock of crystal in it. Again the camera and speaker told me to stand there and smoke that entire bowl before I came into his office. As I took the first hit, watching the smoke do that swirl that so gets me excited, his voice said bring that in here now. I opened the door and brought the pipe and torch with me. He was sitting there with only a pair of shorts that were red and blue, and a T Shirt. I feel overdressed I said, trying to make a joke. He laughed kinda, like an obligation. Take off your shirt and sit right here, as he pointed down at the floor in front of him at his feet. I took off my shirt, leaving on the T Shirt I wore under it, and I sat down close enough to see that he had no underwear on and I was in between each leg. He propped his feet in my lap and waited to see how I would react. I think he felt the wood in my pants grow fast. I do what he says when he says it. THAT is my job. Nothing else is my job, but what he commands. Sitting there looking up at him felt so right, so like the world was in order and my place was defined. He took the pipe from my hand and grabbed the torch. shoving the bowl into my mouth saying "take the rest in this one hit." I watched the rock melt again and the smoke started to rise. "Breath it in fag finish this like a good little meth piggy." I pulled on that pipe until there was no smoke left and my lungs were going to explode. He put his fingers around my nose and squeezed with his right hand and put his left hand around my neck and gave it a slight squeeze too. As I sat there feeling my head race, my heart pounding he continued to increase the grip on my neck making sure the smoke stayed inside me. Finally he let go of my nose, only loosening his hand on my neck. I signaled, may I exhale? He nodded yes and gripped my neck tighter saying he wanted to feel what was left leave my body. I blew out hard and fast, and he said, "thats what I wanted." My face was red and on fire. He picked up a mirror held it up to my face and said, "This is what my meth pig looks like when he obeys!" and grinned an evil grin that turned me the fuck on. I looked very high but very happy. He told me to just sit there under him while he worked, and I would be doing my job. I had fantasized about sitting under his desk and did so happily, feeling my high. I did not interrupt him or speak at all, I lie down on my back and his feet were on top of me. 2 hours went by and I hadn't moved or made a sound. "I am so proud of my fag you are going to get a treat." Wondering what that could mean he opened a drawer on his desk. He took out a bag of meth, a spoon, a syringe, and a tourniquet, Now i will remind you I was new to the drug scene, but not naïve. I knew exactly what this meant and I started to get up from the floor. He simply pressed his foot on my face and pushed me back down. "Not quite as dumb as I thought. I know you have never done this, but you will be safe, I will be right here. OK?" His foot was still pressing my face on the floor, and I nodded yes. He told me to get up and sit in the chair next to his desk. My high had come down a bit, I wasn't frozen anymore. "I want you to feel the rush that a good slam will give you" "You said you wanted to be my meth pig didn't you? This is part of that. You wanted me to get you addicted didn't you?" Nervous but strikingly turned on I said Yes Sir. I watched while he melted down the rock and drew it up in the syringe. He pushed the air out and flicked the syringe several times. He sat the syringe down putting the cap back on it. I guess my face looked a little glazed. He slapped me hard on the cheek, which made me come alive. "I am going to do a little and you are going to do less. Just a small amount to start." "Relax and let me take you somewhere you have never been before." He said in a very calming manner. "Do you trust me" I replied of course I do Boss. My life belongs to you now. I trust you 100%. I watched intently as he placed the needle in his right arm at the vein in his inside elbow. He pushed in until there was only a small amount left. Then he pulled back on the syringe until a rush of red entered the barrel, then he pulled it out of his arm, and put the cap back on the syringe. He quickly removed the band and I watched the rush come over his face. I had never seen him smile that kind of smile. I had always wondered what the big deal about sharing needles was. Now I knew. I looked at that syringe with a pale red color and craved for it to be in my arm. His needle in my arm. I had taken his load of cum, his spit, and his piss. This was a natural next step to take his blood into me. This time it would not be digested. This fluid of his would remain in my bloodstream flowing throughout my body. That idea made my dick get really hard. Never had something not sexual made me so turned on. I knew these drugs were making me crave them more. Fuck Yeah. All this was going on in my head as I watched him be so high. I sat quiet and let his high take him where he wanted. Looking at him there I realized I had never been with anyone so handsome. so attractive and so masculine. I felt honored that he wanted me , exactly the way he did. I like being his property and meth pig and mouth hole. I just stared and watched for what seemed like a long time. When he came back, he opened his eyes and looked right at me. "Are you ready? Are you scared?" He was being genuinely concerned for just a moment. I said Yes Boss. Please I want to feel what you just did. The Dom retuned to his face. "You know my blood will be in you right?" "Does that scare you". Oh hell no Sir. I want your blood in me. "isn't What If there is something in my blood" Again I said I do not care, whatever is in your blood I want in mine. "You have become such a good pig. You say the right things, you acknowledge that I am superior to you, and you do whatever I tell you to. That is the kind of pig I want to own for a very long time." "Let's do this." He put the tourniquet around my left arm tightly but not too tight. He swabbed my vein with an alcohol wipe. I watched very closely and as he started to push the needle tip into my vein, he stopped. He put his face directly in mine. "You sure?" Then he spit a big wad of spit into my eye, it ran slowly down my face. He grinned and so did I. He liked that. I felt the needle go in, It felt good. It felt like destiny. Him having another way of controlling me. I watched as the pale red meth entered my body and disappeared. It felt a little hot. I felt VERY hot and turned on. He removed the needle recapped it and set it down. Holding my left hand he said "be ready for the ride of your life." He pulled off the band and kept my hand in his. All of a sudden I got even more warm and my mind went into what I can only describe as overdrive, I kept my eyes open I was afraid to close them that I might tumble into some abyss. Staring only at his face, all these memories of every encounter we had were coming at me like a movie reel. All the smoking meth, all the dirty pig sex. Even my interview with him I was so nervous because he was so hot. In this thought I wasn't nervous but confident. He stood up. but it looked like slow motion. He pushed me to floor on my knees. He placed my face into his shorts. The smell, that smell I remembered well was there but much stronger. I just breathed it in. I put my arms around his waist and placed my hands on his ass. His shorts were still on. He didnt make any sudden moves. He asked me "Do I liked being his meth pig." I couldn't really find my voice. He said "dont talk" so I just nodded, but I pushed my face into his crotch harder. "Ahh you do" "Now you are my slamming pig. do you like that?" This time I looked up at him straight in his eyes. I struggled but found the words to say Thank you Sir. Even in my high I will never forget that look of satisfaction on his face. He was very pleased with himself and I was loving every minute of this. No more words were spoken and I sat there on my knees with my face in his crotch for an eternity. My mind came around again and I was feeling like I was waking up. I noticed he had placed me back in my chair and I hadn't even noticed. He was there, looking at me. Smiling like the Cheshire cat. "Well how did you like that my faggot?" You opened up something in me that I never had felt, that I never knew. I fucking loved it. When can we do that again? I asked. "Not so fast new slam pig, I have other plans for tonight that you are going to love, and if you dont love it you will tell me you do, isn't that right homo?" I will love whatever you tell me to love, Sir. "Goddamn right faggot." To be continued...............

Part 5 The rest of what was left of the weekend was spent naked in Colt's bed, smoking weed, cuddling, kissing, and I never wanted it to end. But it had to end, and Monday found us back in school. 2nd period was a total waste. We had history together and I dont remember a thing that Mr. Koon said that day. I sat right behind Colt and couldn't take my eyes off of his body. I stared at his big, strong arms, remembering how they had been wrapped around me, holding me tight. He'd move them and I would catch glimpses of his pit hair, my dick getting hard as I thought how badly I wanted to bury my face in them again, licking them, breathing in his smell. His smell. I had never noticed it before, but sitting behind him, when I leaned forward I could smell him. The smell of his light, manly musk made my cock hard and leak precum into my boxers. When the bell rang and brought me back to the real world, Colt turned around and said, "Meet me by the auditorium at lunch." Then he smiled at me and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Lunch break found me waiting by the auditorium doors. Colt came striding down the hall looking like the absolute god he was in his sleeveless t-shirt and skin tight wranglers, his black cowboy hat on his head. My eyes fell to his bulging crotch and I felt my mouth water knowing what was down there. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention and opened the door. I followed him like a bitch as we stepped into the darkness. Once we were inside, he grabbed me by the front of my shirt and roughly pushed my back into a dark corner before his huge body covered mine locking our lips together. "Oh baby." He moaned in between frantic kisses. "I can't stop thinking about you and your hot mouth. Suck my cock bitch." He said as he tried pushing me to my knees. "What? Here? We can't!" I panicked. "Someone will see us!" "Nobody's gonna come in here babe. I promise. Come on, do it for me. I need it!" As if almost in a trance, I sunk to my knees as Colt unbuckled his pants, fishing out his half-hard monster. I let out a little sigh as I got a whiff of his crotch. I took him into my mouth as he softly moaned. "Oh yea baby. That's my little bitch. Suck your brothers cock. Take out your cock bitch. Jerk off while you suck me." Without even thinking twice, I instinctively undid my jeans and took out my own rock hard cock. I fisted myself as Colt held my head and fucked my mouth. "Take my cock bitch. Take it in your whore mouth." He whispered as he pounded my face and I pounded my dick. I was so turned by the danger of what we were doing, I was already close to cumming. Apparently Colt was as turned on as me because it wasn't long before he was panting, "Here it comes baby. Here comes my fucking load. Swallow it you slut!" Then his cock exploded in my mouth, filling it with his hot, creamy jizz. As soon as he blew his load into my mouth, my own cock shot off, spraying my cum on the auditorium floor. After I had swallowed every drop of Colt's precious cum that I could, he pulled me up and kissed me deeply. "I love the taste of my cum in your mouth, you dirty little pig." He said after he pulled off of me. "See you next period. Go out those doors." He said pointing to a different exit on the other side as he quickly went out a different set of doors. Next period we both had Trigonometry and our desks were next to each other. And even though I had just cum, sitting there next to Colt with the taste of his load still fresh in my mouth, my cock stayed hard in my jeans. He looked over and saw me staring at him, and he slowly licked his lips. I just smiled as I looked into his eyes. After school we could barely get to my house fast enough, the safest as my parents worked late. We were kissing frantically while ripping each others clothes off as we entered my bedroom. Colt pushed me back onto my bed as he grabbed my jeans and pulled them and my underwear off me, exposing my hard cock. "Yea, you like that, dont ya you little slut. You like to be treated rough. You like a man to take charge of you." I just layed there, panting in lust as Colt finished taking his clothes off, his own big hard cock sticking straight out. He grabbed the lube out of my night stand and slicked up his cock as he crawled between my legs, spreading them apart. Then he put one elbow by my head and lowered his face to mine as his other hand guided his cock to my hole. He started to push into me and pain flashed through my body. After the crazy weekend, and had come down from the drugs, my ass was as sore as fuck. But Colt didn't care. I looked in his eyes and I saw a hardness I had never seen before. Not anger, and certainly not lust, just a cold, empty stare. He gave a hard thrust, and half of his monster ripped into me. I cried out in pain. "Yea baby, let me hear you." Colt said in a cruel way. "Let me hear my little bitch as he takes his brothers big cock in his beat up pussy. Come on you little whore, do it! Scream for me!" He demanded as he forced the rest of himself deep into my bowels. It's not like he really had to tell me to do that, it came naturally. "Aaaaggghhh!" I cried out as my aching ass was split open. "Oh fuck Colt." I whined as tears ran down my face. "Oh yea." Colt growled. "That's what I like. That's what I wanna hear. My little bitch as he takes my cock!" Then he started fucking me, strong and hard, using his phenomenal ab muscles to pound my poor hole. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight, letting out grunts and gasps as his dick hammered my prostate. "Oh yea." He continued as sweat dripped off him. "Your pussy's so good. Best pussy I've ever fucked. It's my pussy now. I own it. I own your nasty little faggot hole, you little whore." I have to admit, in spite of the pain, the way he was treating me was turning me on. He was just using me as a hole, and my rock hard cock proved I loved it. So much so that when he let out a primal yell and started dumping his cum into me, I shot off like a rocket. I practically saw stars as my aching ass was filled with his seed and my own cock spurted like a fountain between us, coating both of our stomachs in a hefty, teenage load. Colt collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, his cock still buried inside me. After about 30 seconds, he moved so his face was over mine, his eyes still hard and cold. Then I felt it. A warmth began to fill me up and I realized Colt was pissing into me. As soon as I opened my mouth to say something he covered it with his hand. "Sssshhhhh." He silenced me, his eyes never leaving mine." Just let it happen bitch. I said I own you and I meant it. Your gonna be my little piss bucket as well as my cumdump. That's a good boy, just take it." I should have been grossed out, but I wasn't. Just like everything else Colt had introduced me to, it turned me on. I began to lick his hand as the warmth spread deeper and deeper into me. He removed his hand and started to kiss me, and as usual, I just melted into him, giving myself over to his magnetic power. When he finally finished pissing, he pulled out and I struggled to hold all of his fluids inside me. "You better go empty yourself." He said with a gentleness that had been missing during our fuck. He laughed as he watched me walk gingerly out of my room to the bathroom, piss running down my legs. I marveled at how much there was as I sat on the toilet, feeling a little sad I couldn't keep it all in me. He was ripping into the bong when I returned. "You ok?" He asked as I sat on the bed next to him. "Yea, I am." I answered. And I was. I mean, I already knew Colt liked it rough sometimes, so I shouldn't have been surprised when it entered our relationship, or whatever the fuck it was we had. "Good." He said as he kissed me tenderly. "You think you can give it as good as you take it?" I just looked at him as I ripped on the bong. I exhaled a big cloud of smoke in his face, and just smiled. "Just stay here and I'll right back mother fucker." I said as I jumped off the bed and left the room. I may not have been as experienced as Colt, but I wasn't ignorant about shit. I had the internet after all. In no time at all, I was back in my room with a handful of my old man's ties. "On your stomach faggot!" I ordered him as I stood over the bed. Colt's green eyes sparkled as he flipped over. "Yes SIR!" He said with a smile on his face. In no time I had him spread eagle and tied tightly to the bed frame. I couldn't believe how fuckin sexy that big hunk of a man looked like that, helpless, at my mercy with his perfect round ass sticking up. I dug through my laundry and found a jockstrap. With a bit of effort, I was able to squeeze out a little more piss from my ass, enough the make the pouch wet. I straddled Colt's broad back and grab those beautiful brown curls, pulling his head back. "Open your mouth faggot!" I ordered him. Then I stuffed it full with my jock and tied in place with another tie. I stood over him and just stared at the tied down god. Fuck he was hot! Part of me wanted to untie him and make sweet gentle love with him. But a bigger part of me wanted to give Colt what he wanted. All I wanted to do was make him happy, and if that meant dominating him, I was more than happy to do it. I pulled his leather belt out of his jeans and raised it up high. Then, I brought it down as hard as I could on that perfect round ass. Colt yelled into the gag as his body tensed up tight. I smiled to myself knowing I held all the power at the moment. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Whose the bitch now?" Colt just groaned as I stood back up and began a full assault on his ass. Over and over I beat him as he howled and struggled in his bounds. "That's right you fuckin bitch!" I growled. "You think you're such a tough man? You're nothing but a faggot pussy bitch! And I'm gonna make you cry. Cry like the little bitch that you are!" I kept up the assault as hard as I could, enjoying the site as his white globes turned pink, then red as welts appeared. The rush of inflicting this pain on the man I loved made my cock ache. Finally, after 25, maybe 30 strokes, I broke him. He started blubbering like a baby and I finally stopped the beating. Instead of feeling bad for him, I wanted him to hurt a little bit more, after all, that's what he wanted. I crawled between his legs and layed the belt on the bed next to him. I spread his cheeks and looked at the hole before me, waiting to be raped. I had decided to make him really feel it and skipped the lube. I spit on his hole a few times then placed my dick head against it. I grabbed his bull like shoulders and began to push into him. He screamed into the gag as I popped into him. But I didn't stop. Going in dry felt way different than going in lubed, but I didn't stop until I had bottomed out in him. Colt continued blubbering as I held his shoulders and began fucking him. It didn't take long before his ass loosened up a bit, and soon his tears ended and he was moaning like a two dollar whore. I pounded him as hard as I could, just like he had done to me, and soon, I was close to cumming. I picked up the belt and wrapped it around his throat. Then I grabbed his hair in one hand and the belt in the other. I pulled his head back as I pounded him. "Take that you fucking cunt!" I shouted. "You pussy ass jock piece of shit! You're nothing but a faggot cumdump whore!" As I shouted derogatory things at him and pulled the belt tightly, Colt's entire body started shaking as he let out a long groan into the gag. His ass started really squeezing my cock, and I knew the bitch was cumming. That was enough to push me over the edge and I flooded his hungry guts with another huge load from me. I collapsed onto his back, breathing heavily after yet another mind blowing orgasm. I untied his gag and pulled out the soggy jock. I saw Colt smile as he said, "Thank you Sir. I fuckin love you!"

I have a similar technique I used to use out at the hotel pool when I was on vacation. I made it a point to rent a room with direct access to the pool deck. I would occasionally strike up conversations with guys if they were alone or when when their wives stepped away and tell them that I was there for vacation and hanging out with one of my 'straight friends', thus allowing them to conclude that I was gay. Often that didn't lead to any direct sexual conversation or action at the time but a few times I would run into the guy again at the pool or some other place where it was more convenient to start a conversation or some action. I had one guy follow me into the bathroom in the pool area to ask me if I would be free later in the evening when he goes for his 'walk'. He walked every night for four nights and I sucked him off each time. Another guy knocked on my patio door from the pool deck to ask if a towel left on the deck was mine, I asked him in and he brutally fucked my face and left. I've had a few other takers over the years with that technique as well.

Now I have been debating for quite a while about whether this was the correct forum to make this post, but I am going to use the “just about whatever you want to talk about” description as my license to go ahead as maybe this may help someone, especially younger. At a very young age, there was always a group of guys who knew I was gay before I did I guess. Although I honestly had no interest in men until probably my early 20s they saw something and used this to tease me mercilessly. I was teased throughout my school years damn near to the point of persecution. For years I was angry, bitter, vengeful and upset even after I figured out my attraction to men. I wasted peak years, repressing myself sexually. I have recently seen one of my old classmates. I played it cool. Well needless to say he is not doing well. He is on his fifth kid with his fourth mother, a very unattractive and overweight woman who was accompanying him. He was telling me about some of my old classmate two were also not doing particularly well. After our conversation he got in the passenger seat I have an old beat up minivan, with yet another newborn. This guy was the school jock! That’s when it hit me I have finally won. While his life is basically over, I have my own home, I own my car, I own a business I am doing quite well for myself financially with lots of potential to do more. Although they hurt at the time, his words and the words of all the rest really meant nothing. I can fuck any guy who I please, and not reliant on a woman for my room and board. I guess I am saying all that to say that if you are younger, gay and have pain in your life caused by others, just keep working hard and living your life free. Doing well, and fucking freely, is the best revenge.

When we finally makes his way through my tight hole and slides in my guts. And when I feel his balls slapping my taint.

I’ve used Nair before, it works very well but there are some things you should know: 1. You need near perfect timing, if you don’t you run the risk of chemical burns which WILL prevent you from having sex or jerking off. (I used it near my hole too) 2. Truthfully, you won’t even be having sex that same day with Nair because the smell is so strong it takes a day or two for it to leave. Ive gotten chemical burns on the side of my dick twice so I’ve decided to put it down and just shave. In the past Nair was perfect for me, I don’t know what happened but I’m not taking any chances. I have two razors I use for my dick, balls, and ass: Manscape - cool razor and good for if you want some hair there. I honestly rarely use it because of the second option. Philips Norelco OneBlade - literally the best thing if you want a closer shave. It won’t be super super close like a single razor but those just leave me bumpy no matter what. If you get one of these get the face + body type. The blades and guard work well on literally everywhere on your body.

Part 2 When I finally turned around and saw him, it took my breath away. He was one of the ugliest men I had ever seen. His round pudgy face was filled with scars, his nose looked like it had been badly broken at some point and hadn't healed, his nostrils were shaped upwards with a gigantic septum piercing hanging, giving the illusion of an actual snout. A full, dirty beard decorated his face, his lips were thick, ashy and a little charred, with a piercing in his chin. Multiple ear piercings adorned his ears, which alongside the tattoos on his bald scalp, made him look like an absolute freak. To top it off, his natural scent was vile. A mix of sweat and something animalistic, the pungent scent attacked my nostrils making my nose burn a little. Any repulsion I faced was completely dissipated when he planted his lips on mine. His mouth tasted bad, smelled worse and yet, it was so erotic at the same time. I was shell shocked to kiss him back until I felt his palm grab my ass and squeeze my cheeks. It made me moan just enough for him to slip his tongue in, and I used it as an opportunity to kiss him back. I wanted this, I wanted this man to violate me. To fuck me, make me cry and squeal and spurt his toxic seed in my ass. We frenched hard for a few more minutes before he withdrew himself. He was smiling, like a predator that knows he's made the kill, and he led me away from my car. I walked with him, leaving my car behind, to his truck and off we went. An hour later, we pulled up to a farm. I was riding shotgun in Daddy's truck thinking about everything that had transpired. When we pulled up to the farm, I realized just how abandoned it truly was. Not a soul or a house around for miles, nobody who would know what went down at the farm. It was his own quiet corner, a place where he could be the true freak he was without judgement. He parked in the driveway and invited me inside. I was half expecting to find a dirty, filthy housing situation so it surprised me when I saw a nicely decorated farmhouse, befitting someone who lived alone. He offered me a beer , grabbed one for himself and we sat down on the couch. "Why did you try to run boy?" he broke the awkwardness in the air. "I,um....it..." I mumbled, unable to find the words. "You know what you want, your body knows what you want, part of your mind knows what it wants. So, why keep denying who and what you are?" "I..don't know what you mean," I blurted out. "Yeah you do. You want to be pozzed by daddy. But that's not the whole reason why you are here, is it boy?" he replied, the corner of his mind breaking into a slight grin. I kept my silence, knowing he would continue if I didn't respond. I knew why I was here and even though I didn't have the strength to say it out loud or even admit it, I knew he could smell it on me. "You're here to let go boy. Getting pozzed isn't the end goal, it's the beginning to what you've really wanted isn't it," his voice went down to a whisper, almost subliminal, as if he was speaking to my subconscious mind. He got up and sat next to me, placing his hand on my thigh and slowly rubbing it. "You want more than to be what you are. You want to be dirty, filthy, wretched even. You want to be corrupted by a beast and to become a beast. Isn't that right boy?" his hand was rubbing my thigh more aggressively now. "Why else would you find someone like me to poz ya? Most guys don't want to come close to me, let alone give up their holes. But you, you worked for it. You showed me you wanted it, despite knowing what I was. What kind of person does that, eh?" his hand moved up my thigh, resting next to my crotch, his fingers an inch away from my very throbbing cock. "You're a piglet boy. I see it inside, the desire to be a piglet for daddy. To be molded by daddy and turned into the pig you were born to be." As he finished his sentence, I saw him pulling a fat cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth. I wasn't into smoking or smokers but watching him prepare the cigar and lighting it, there was something extremely sensual and sexual about it. His eyes were on me, tracking me, even when he was lighting his cigar up. I saw his hands run through the length of the cigar, like a cock being gently handled, before he lit it. He was still watching, as he let the smoke rest inside his lungs for a second, before exhaling all that smoke at me. It smelled weird and good. The smell was strong, and instantly gave me a weird taste on my tongue, but it smelled masculine. The strong aroma grabbed my attention towards itself, numbing my other senses as I breathed in the second hand smoke. Daddy kept puffing and huffing, pushing more smoke towards me, and the more I smelled the less inhibited I felt. My body was tingling, my mind felt empty and I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulder. A while later, daddy took a deep smoke breath and pulled me in for a kiss. He parted my lips with his, and pushed the smoke inside me, sealing my mouth and letting it stay in. The smoke filled up my lungs and its contents shot up through my blood into my brain. The sudden rush of endorphins made my cock chub harder in my pants, and I moaned around daddy's lips. He gave me an evil smirk and gave me mouthfuls of more smoke. Each puff made me deliriously high, chipping away my resistance & anxiety, and replacing it with a burning desire to please this sexy beast. "Tell me what you want boy. I wanna hear you say it," he said between mouthfuls of passing smoke. "Use me daddy, please fuck me," I said in breathless anticipation. "Try again boy." "Fuck me with your poz seed daddy, poz me please." "Good, a little more boy." "Oh fuck, ruin me daddy. Turn me into a filthy pig like you. Destroy me daddy. Destroy my life." "Yeah baby, that's it. Daddy's gonna turn you into his filth loving poz piglet. Daddy's going to wreck you, burn down everything you have and give you real purpose piglet. Is that what you want?" Yes, that is what I wanted. But it didn't feel right to tell him that as much as it would to show him. So, I stood up, placed myself in front of him and kneeled down. He watched in silence, deep in thought, yet his eyes glared down towards me. A few minutes later, he stood up so that his groin was in front of my face. Impulsively, I moved my head towards it to lick it through his trousers. SMACK! The stinging in my cheek was sudden, unexpected and painful. He had slapped me hard enough to knock the wind out of me & humiliated me. My penis and asshole, however, were turned on by his aggression and I felt them both come back to life. Dazed, I looked up at him, humiliation and arousal plastered on my face. "Thank you sir." He pushed my face towards his crotch, until my nose and mouth were on top of his hefty endowment. The smell was absolutely foul and rancid, and such an absolute turn-on. "Breathe it boy. Smell the cock that'll baptize you," he said softly, coaxing me almost like a child. The smell was overwhelming. The kind of smell that burns your nose, runs through your air canal and wrecks your respiration. It made my eyes water, my heart palpitate, my body sweat, and most importantly, my cock throb. He sat back down on the couch with my face still pressed against his covered crotch. I felt him move his upper body until a strong smell hit my nose, making me look up. There was daddy, completely shirtless, in all his masculine glory. He wasn't just hairy, he was furry. Staring from his beard to his lower abdomen, barely any skin was visible. Whatever little was visible, was covered in dark tattoos in shapes I didn't understand. His hefty pecs, while muscular once, had sagged slightly into beginner man-boobs. His nipples were over an inch long, with multiple piercings in them. But all of that was overshadowed by the creme-de-la-creme on his right shoulder where the hair was thinner. A blood red biohazard tattoo, beautifully carved and perfectly capturing the ghastly beast that he was. I was delirious with my own pleasure and started to lick his crotch, trying to melt the fabric with my spit. I wanted his dick so bad and I was going to have it, come hell or high water! "Strip boy." I quickly withdrew from his crotch and shed my clothes. Naked as the day I was born, I got back on my knees and got back to smelling his manhood. "Unlock and give me your phone boy." Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't even consider it but this was no ordinary circumstance and I was on a scent-high. I did as he asked, never questioning why he wanted my phone and got back to the task at hand. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and pulled my face back. With his grip on, he stood up until he was towering over me. "Take off my pants pig," he said pointing my phone at me. The open flashlight made me realize that he was recording me serving him. I took his pants off, not realizing he was going commando. If the scent was strong before, it was extra powerful now. But who gave a fuck when I was seeing the most beautiful (& the most important) cock of my life. Pictures didn't do justice to his cock, which upfront, was sure to wreck whatever hole came across its path. As he let go of my hair, he grabbed his semi-hard dick and started to slap me in the face with it. The feeling of his meat and the metal pierced into it on my face was heavenly. It hurt so good and I found myself positioning my cheeks to receive his cock slaps, like a good slut. When he stopped, my cheeks were stinging and extremely sensitive. I looked up at him, begging him with my eyes to let me have a go at his cock. Thankfully, he obliged. He grabbed his cock and started to slowly pull back the foreskin. Doing so revealed an angry red cock head, his piercings and a whole lot of dried dick cheese. It was disgusting and smelled horrible. I wanted it and I could no longer wait. I attacked it like a mad man, pushing his cock head into my mouth in one go. The metal piercings scrapped against the inside of my mouth, the smegma made me sick for a second but I was in no shape to stop. Part of me was scared because I had started sucking without prompting but when his hand landed on the back of my head and pushed it deeper into his crotch, I knew I was okay. It was all the motivation I needed to continue sucking on his beautiful dick, and I braved my way to take as much as I could. "You love sucking on poz dick don't you pig?" "Umm...hmm," I muffled a response while sucking him. "You want it up your pussy don't you? My toxic cum up your hole, spreading through you, corrupting your body and mind, destroying you. Is that what you want pig?" "Mmhhhmmm." "Who's Sarah?" Daddy asked while looking at my phone. I didn't stop sucking so I couldn't respond which pissed him off. He pushed my face off his cock and kicked me in the nuts. I yelped out at the sudden pain and grabbed my balls. "DON'T TOUCH THEM YOU FUCKING PIG & ANSWER ME," his palpable rage scared me and I quickly composed myself. "She's my Yoga instructor sir." "Well, not anymore. I don't think she's gonna be keeping you as a client after she sees the pics and videos I sent of you slurping on my cock and begging for my toxic cum." My mind went numb. Suddenly, this wasn't a fantasy anymore. It was all too real and it all came crashing on me. "Don't act like you didn't want it, pervert. You wanted this deep down, it's why you're still hard. It's why you haven't asked for your phone back yet and it's why you're going to get my toxic load." He was right, despite the overwhelming fear of being outed, part of me got off on this. Not knowing what I was supposed to say, I got back to doing what I was before and started sucking him. "Think of it as punishment for trying to run out earlier pig. This should remind you who's in-charge." The man was going to be my end because everything he said, despite how sick, depraved and fucked up it was, was turning me on more and more. "Tonight my pig boy, we start to destroy your life and build a new one." To be continued.....

By John Y. I'd always wished for a larger cock. I mean, don't get me wrong—I like my cock and it does just fine by me, but I'd always envied the huge donkey hung studs I'd see at the Y where I have a membership for my family. I like to jog, swim and “relax” in the sauna in the rare instance that I actually have some free time for myself. Mostly it's my beautiful wife Denise and my sons who take advantage of not only the facilities themselves, but a whole host of workshops, spinning classes, and weigh training seminars available. My wife does the yoga classes to help de-stress from running the boys around to their full schedule of extracurricular activities and sports practices. I have three sons total; Jeff, by my first wife, and two other sons; Jake and Tyler—both from my current wife, and both as adorable as their mother. Raising sons nowadays is a lot more complicated than it was when I was a kid. If I wanted to play baseball after school I'd just bring my mitt w/me to school that day and play at the park on the way home along with the other kids. My sons, like most nowadays, need their own electronic organizers and costly uniforms and accompanying safety gear for each team they're on—which is many. My oldest son Jeff is a hearty high school senior, all American in every way—sort of beefy from too much soda pop and videogames, yet he has an intensely competitive nature. He excels in sports, and has the kind of beefy build that's perfect for rugby, hockey, and football. He's still growing and he's gonna be a big bruiser by the time his body catches up with his hormonal fluxes. Jeff has adorably messy light brown locks that poke out all over and kind of flips from under the back of his omnipresent ball caps. The kid wears a different ball cap every day and even holds down a part-time job at the local lids shop at the mall. He claims he couldn't support such an extravagant image without the generous employee discount. And apparently not having your own personal brand or completely unique style is unacceptable as a high school senior in 2004. When my first wife and I divorced, Jeff was a toddler and his mother was more interested in booze and other men than she was being part of a nuclear family. So with the help of my parents and brother, I raised Jeff primarily by myself until I remarried. The bond between my son and me is stronger than any other I've ever known. In many ways, Jeff is my best friend; my sounding board about everything from listening to me bitch about “that idiot on talk radio”, to enduring my frequent tales of how “we used to do it” when I was a kid. We share blond jokes and a sick addiction to AFV (yes—the stupid show where people send in videos of their grandmothers catching on fire or dying at weddings with overt canned laughter overlaid.) It's wrong. We know. But we cant seem to change the channel once it's on, and I chalk it up to my voyeuristic side. Jeff's also the one who'll tell me how bad my golf swing is, and why I shouldn't wear “those way too short Adidas running shorts, Dad!”. Secretly I think he's just jealous and wants to wear them for the vintage factor, but they're a little too large for him now. All in all, we have one of the closest, most communicative, and healthiest father/son relationships I know of. Jeff's eighteenth birthday was coming up soon and I wanted to make sure it was a day for him to remember. Turning 18 is a big thing for someone that age and I easily recalled my excitement at the prospect of graduating from a restricted license, high school, and all the wonder and freedom of a life away at college. I knew Jeff expected something significant for his birthday and I debated for a long time over what to get him. Even though he wanted his own car, I didn't want to go that route. Lots of dads buy their sons new cars for their 18th birthdays and 3/4 of them end up totaling it within weeks anyway. I wanted Jeff to earn his car, so he'd appreciate it. I wanted to give Jeff something more substantial than a material purchase. I wanted to give Jeff something that he could really own for the rest of his life—something that his “old man” gave him, by which he'd always remember and cherish our good times together. I gave the matter a lot of thought over the weeks leading up to Jeff's birthday, and one day at the Y it finally came to me. After a particularly taxing day of work, a heavy greasy burger lunch on the run in my car between meetings, and two too many beers with the my last client of the day, I decided I should do myself some good and hit the gym. I phoned my wife from the car and explained that I needed some “me time”, and I'd be home late after I hit the gym and unwound a little. She and I respect each other's need for space and time and I think that makes for a good marriage in our case. We both know how invigorating and detoxifying it can be to pump out some adrenaline at the gym, sweat out that stress, and rejuvenate in the bathing facilities at the Y. Our local Y was just built a few years ago and is well maintained. The men's steam and dry saunas are spic and span, as are the pool, locker, and shower areas. After a good run and some free weights, I felt like I deserved some shower time and indulgently headed towards the showers. I couldn't wait to peel off my sweat-drenched gym gear and just bask under the hot jet sprays of the shower for a while. It was about an half an hour before the Y closed and I'd been the only one under the refreshing steam jets of the showers for a while. I'd actually finished scrubbing myself down and eyes closed, I was letting the warm water glide down over my oxygenated muscles and swirl the ocean-scented body wash down the drains at my feet. Racking my brain once again about what to get Jeff, and breathing in lung-fulls of steam and scented water, my mind wandered. I started thinking about how good the water felt on my skin. My balls were hanging low and when my soapy hand drifted past the head of my now lucid cock I felt hedonistic warmth rush in patches all over my body. My mind's eye flashed images of all the hot muscles I'd seen straining and pushing in the gym. Guys with massive arms—huge guns Jeff called them—paraded and pumped in my mind. I remembered a distinctly huge, beefy football player we'd seen during last Sunday's game. Trying to imagine what this guy's look like unstuffed from his tight shiny blue pants, I threw wood. This jolted me back to reality and I struggled to focus as I opened my eyes. At first, I wasn't sure if I was asleep or really under the hot foggy showers. What appeared to be that guy from Sunday's game—or perhaps his brother—was hanging up his towel at the end of the row of showers and heading towards me on the right. I wiped my wet hair to the side and flushed the excess water from my eyes and still I had to blink twice to realize that I was in fact fully conscious and cognizant of the hulking beefster next to me. He casually said hi and turned on the shower nozzle next to where I was standing. I choked out a ridiculously girlish “umm …hi there.” and turned the other way to quickly apply an additional dose of shampoo to my already clean hair. After all, I tried to convince myself, the bottles does read “shower, rinse, repeat”. I just needed to figure out how I could steal another glance what I thought I saw with this huge guy. What I definitely knew was that this guy was stacked. He was probably 6’6”, thick slabs of bulky rounded muscles that bounced on his already massive frame, black hair, and a strong healthy girth that in all honesty must've been about three bills. This guy was massive! In a deep baritone, he started humming that clever baby back ribs jingle, then started singing it. When he breathed, his thick d cup pecs bounced, and in turn so did his ripped but bulging belly, and so on down to his meat. In my peripheral vision I could sense something huge and pendulous moving, and as my eyes were drawn down this beast's thick body I honed in on the hugest package I've ever witnessed The guy sported a long fat dong, close in size and shape to a baby's arm, and a massive pair of bull nuts. He was donkey hung and didn't seem to mind me staring, as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair. Arms raised behind his head, blowing out his huge biceps for me like cocky plumage—his gut and basket were pushed forward making his meat bounce even harder with each deep “baby back, baby back, baby back” reiteration. He finally addressed my stunned stare with a friendly, but decidedly knowing, “Ya wanna know what it's like, doncha? I gulped and nodded. He told me most guys couldn't keep their eyes off of it and he didn't mind the attention at all. In fact, he told me he liked to share the wealth and I could take a hold of it to see how heavy it felt. I couldn't believe this guy was gonna let me grab his donkey in the showers, but I knew that beggars can't be choosers and decided to seize the opportunity, along with his horsemeat. I nervously looked around—the locker-room was silent except for us, and I stepped over in front of him. When I took his huge hang in my hand I blushed because even my man-sized hand couldn't reach all the way around it. I squeezed a little and repositioned my fingers around the rubbery dong, but I still couldn't get full grasp. It must've weighed a solid pound plus, and the giant bag that hung beneath his flopper held two testes the size of softballs. I recoiled my hand quickly because for a second I thought for sure this must be some kind of physical abnormality—like a twin brother that never fully developed and I was going to see this guy on Oprah next week or something. It was abnormal to say the least, but it was indeed a cock. And the most perfectly formed giant monster cock I think anyone has ever seen. Even with the internet male porn I'd sneak on the computer sometimes late at night, I'd never seen anything this big. “I guess you've got some rare lucky genetics”, I nervously snickered to break the tension. “No way buddy” he chuckled, “this isn't a genetic gift from my dad. This is Christmas gift from my girlfriend”. Puzzled, I stared back wondering what the hell he meant. I asked him to explain, and he told me that his girlfriend worked downtown—not far from Chinatown. During her lunch breaks she would often peruse a local herbal shop and buy crazy cough remedies and PMS teas and stuff. She developed a great rapport with the owner—a withered but wise old Chinese man who had an herbal remedy or potion for anything and everything that ails ya. His girlfriend mentioned one day that she needed a unique gift for her boyfriend, and something that they could possibly use to enhance their sex life. She expected some Benewah balls or spicy herbed lube of some sort, but instead the old man winked at her and said he had just the thing. He scurried off, climbed up a ladder, and produced a glass jar of what appeared to be dried black leaves of some sort from a hidden stash, behind the New Age book overstock section. As he climbed down from the ladder he shook a bony finger her way and warned her to be very careful with what he was about to share with her. He told her it was an ancient Asian masculinity herb and would produce amazing yet unregulated aphrodisiac affects on whoever ingested the mix. He warned that the results were always unpredictable, yet he'd never seen happier customers than those who'd purchased the herbs for their mates. He said it was never to be taken—or even touched by women, and she should only allow her partner to open and ingest the contents that he spooned into a tiny rice paper envelope for her. She agreed and giggled inside thinking that if nothing else, it would make for a great gag gift Little did she know that the seedling thought in her mind at that moment would manifest itself in the way the herbs would take effect. Three days later her boyfriend was transformed after drinking the herbs steeped as tea, as the envelope prescribed. “She eventually learned to overcome her gag reflex.” the bruiser cockily laughed, “and I've been the object of admiration and respect from everyone I've met since, he snickered. “I've gotten three promotions at work, was made captain of my rugby team, and I never pay for drinks at clubs anymore.”, he goaded. He shook the obscene member at me again and taunted me with it. You want one, doncha bud? You wanna know what it's like to have a donkey swinging between your thighs 24/7, doncha buddy? His previously jovial demeanor now verged on arrogance, but I suppose I couldn't blame him. I nodded and agreed when he inquired for the third time about my envy, but I knew I needed to play it cool if I were to maximize this situation. It almost seemed as if the serpent in his fist was speaking directly to me now. “You want this for yourself, doncha dude?” it hissed lewdly. “No”, I responded simply. That threw the guy for a loop, as I'm sure it wasnt the typical glazed and patented “uh huh” he was accustomed to hearing. “I want it for my son.”, I announced. The guy laughed and asked me if I was kidding. I shared a little info with him about my relationship with my son, and told him about my desire to gift Jeff with something he'd not soon forget. He agreed with my logic and told me he'd share the secret shop with me, but only on one condition. “What's that?”, I queried him. “That if he gets bigger than me, I get to see his.” Deal! We shook on it and he clued me in as to where I needed to go and what I needed to do. The next morning I cleared my afternoon schedule and made a beeline to the shop at lunch. By 12:30 I held in my possession the gift of life for my son's 18th birthday. Jeff's eighteenth birthday was two days away, and I was anxious to give Jeff his gift. I doubted and questioned myself over and over again in the meantime. Was this wrong? Was it illegal? Doesn't every dad hope that their son wil inherit the best genes the family jewels have to offer? I figured at most Jeff and I would get a good laugh, and then I'd buy him a car to reoccupy his mind. That Friday night couldn't have come sooner. Of course Jeff was hosting an obligatory blow-out bash in our basement rec-room with 10 of his closest buds (car keys to be left in my possession), but I wanted to share a special private moment with my son before his guests arrived. After dinner I went into my den and threw back two double Scotch's, and called for Jeff to come join me. Feeling the need to be relaxed I was wearing those old Adidas track shorts form my stint on my HS running team 2½ decades prior, and I was adjusting my ball sack and to the warm glow produced by the Scotch when Jeff entered the room. “What's up Pops?” he asked—with an inconceablable smile on his face. In the back of his mind, I knew he thought he was baout to be hnaded a set of keys to a new Porsche or at least a VW. I told Jeff to feel free to grab a beer from my minibar fridge and sit down, because i wanted to talk to him. His eyes lit up about the beer and the newly adult privilege I bestowed on him, but of course he felt compelled to add a cynical teenage groan and obligatory eye roll at the prospect of a lecture. He flopped into the leather armchair opposite me, threw one leg over the side and popped open his beer. He paused just briefly before swigging form it—first to see if I was really going to allow him to drink a beer, and secondly to hide that fact that he knew how to swig beer form a bottle like a sailor already. That fact would have solidified my sneaking suspicion that hed been raiding my wetbar for about a year now anyway, and possibly even explain why I couldn't find my favorite Adidas shorts sometimes. He sensed my lax attitude about the beer and took and sip and pretended to make a face at the fuzz. I told him to cut the BS with me and remember who he was dealing with here and we both laughed. That broke the ice and he proceeded to swig the bottle like a seasoned pro. “Jeff”, I started, “I want you to know that since you were a little boy, I've only ever wanted the best for you—in every possible way.” Another obligatory eye roll and a mumbled “I know that, Dad—sheesh!”. “Now Jeff, listen to me here for a minute, I continued. Aside form footing the ridiculous bill for this party of yours tonight, I picked up something special for your birthday. One more gulp of beer and an intense stare to me as he tried to figure out what kind of car I was leading up to. Then he finished the beer. “Can I have another one Dad? Please! It's my only 18th birthday, c'mon!” Ok, I relented but I want one too, and I have something else for us as well.. He swung back around from the fridge, hading me the beer and looked at the tiny envelope in my hands. “I have something here for you son, and now that you're a man I think you can handle this.” He looked again at the envelope as he flopped back into the chair and asked me if I was going to smoke a jay with him. Now I was the one who rolled my eyes, and explained that I wasn't quite that kind of Dad, but I did have something for him that I could almost guarantee none of his friends Dads would give them. “What is it Dad?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. “Whatcha got for me Pops?” “A donkey dick.” I flatly replied. Jeff blew beer foam thru his nose—spraying my legs and shorts. Coughing and trying to regain composure, he laughed out loud at me. “No, really c'mon Dad.” he belted out. The beer was going to his head fast and I could see his beefy pink cheeks flush with alcohol and laughter. “What is it?”. I explained to him about the old Chinaman in the shop and the supposed effects of the herbs and Jeff just stared at me—trying to determine if I was pulling his leg, or if premature Alzheimer's was settling in. “I'm serious, Jeff.” I explained. “Guys with monster cocks get ahead in this world and even though I don't believe I've done you wrong in the family jewels department, I want you to have every advantage possible in this world.” He knew my spiel was of the utmost honesty and sincerity and he quieted down. “So what do I do?” He looked to me for a lead. I handed him the envelope and told him to add the crushed leaves to his beer. “Even if it tastes bad, swallow it all and don't puke, OK? I chided him. “I know how to drink beer Dad”, he mocked and snatched the satchel from my hands. The reality of what I was presenting him kicked in, and I knew that at this moment a new car was the FURTHEST thing from his hormonally charged teen mind. I had to admit—I was on the edge of my seat, myself. Jeff added the mixture to his beer and glug, glug, glugged it down. He sat back down in the chair and looked completely normal. I watched intently for any sign of change. He looked down at his crotch, back up at me, and then let go a huge belch. That made us both laugh an then Jeff's face went completely blank and pale. He bolted up quickly in front of me and grabbed my arm. “Oh my God, Dad!, he exclaimed nervously, I think it's starting.” Jeff began trembling and his grip on my arm grew stronger—almost to the point that it hurt me. I steadied him at the hip with my other arm and frantically panicked, wondering if I'd just poisoned my own son. A huge smile dawned on his lips and he shook my arm excitedly. I broke my gaze from his face as I noticed his baggy khaki trousers begin to heave and stir. He was tenting alright and my curiosity kept me glued in my seat—at eye-level with his growing mound. Jeff threw his head backwards, let out a lewd moan, and inhaled deeply. When he did, the bulge in his trousers lunged forward and a large burgeoning outline was taking shape. With each low guttural moan, Jeff was breathing life into his new baby. Within minutes the distinct outline of a large eggplant was bulging out of his pants I wondered how insane this night would become. “Awww yeah—that feels sooooo damn good”, Jeff hissed under his breath. His voice had already deepened and his nascent donkey drew the attention of his hands. Both of them rubbed the enormous eggplant bulge in his pants and he caught my eye with a glace as he squeezed his pant mound. I could see pure sexual lust in his eyes and it was a little awkward for me to recognize that in my son. I'd seen this look before during really intense, connected sex sessions with girlfriends—even my wives now and then, but this was different. I could literally smell and taste the pheromones Jeff's pits were exuding and the heady aroma drew me in. Jeff's moaning continued and I thought his antagonized pants my burst right in my face. It was as if someone were filling a giant water balloon down his leg and soon the bulge began to resemble a butternut squash. I doubted the cotton of his khaki's ability to retain the monster much longer and wondered when it would stop. I mean—I did want Jeff to have a huge one, but I didn't want him relegated to a traveling sideshow or medical journal. Oh shit—what if I gave him too much? What if he's too young? Thoughts were racing through my mind, but the manly aromas now wafting form Jeff's body were starting to bone me as well. Jeff's breathing began to slow and the bulge seemed to have slowed its rapid rate of expansion. I couldn't help myself any longer and I reached forward and yanked down Jeff's trousers. What lay before my eyes was the wildest thing I'd ever seen. Jeff's cock had morphed into a heavy, lewd column of meat. He'd even developed a massive juicy foreskin that bloated out the circumference of the cock and make it appear even larger. It had to be at least 15 inches in length and probably 10 inches around. It bobbed and throbbed in front of my face and seemed to be breathing on it's own. His ball sack hung a solid foot below his groin and his testes had swollen up like ripe Florida grapefruits. Jeff wrapped both hands all the way around it and with his voice definitely an octave lower asked me if it was really him. He squeezed it and shook the bloated beast a few times. Jeff shuddered in ecstasy and a tablespoon of thick precum oozed from his quarter-slot piss-slit, and began a viscous, slow-mo descent from Jeff's monster and dripped lewdly onto my leg. I shoveled the goo up with my fingers and brought it to my nose. It reeked of semen personified, and I nearly succumbed to the Cloroxy smell, as if I were scrubbing an unventilated bathtub. Jeff leaned in and inhaled deeply. When he did my cock jumped and the head burst forth from my tight Adidas shorts. That gave us both a jolt and Jeff's monster bounced one final time and bloated up another inch in diameter. That was as big as it was gonna get, and it was gargantuan by any standards. Neither of us knew what to expect from his newly birthed monsterbone. My son was now a magnificent bullstud. His monster meatshaft would be the envy of men everywhere, his now stacked bulbous chest had grown a thick matt of fur. His voice was a full octave deeper and he'd developed a visible 5 o'clock shadow. His eyes were lustfully wild and it was plain that I'd turned my son into a sexual beast. He grabbed my head from behind and forced my mouth onto his Easter ham. My eyes bulged and my lips stretched tightly just to accommodate the head. As my eyes teared up, I looked up at him and saw maniacal evil in his eyes. I don't think he even knew it was me he was forcing onto his cock. I don't think he cared either. At that moment my manboy just needed his nut. I got him into this situation and I was to endure the brunt of his first powerdong experience. He bludgeoned my mouth and I whimpered like a punished boy, taking my medicine. Copious amounts of precum poured from his nozzle like a broken beertap and my swollen lips barely accommodated one third of his might girth. He pumped and grunted and I gasped for air thru my nose. Thick bolts of precum squished out the corners of my mouth and landed in loud splats on the floor each time he plunged his beast into my skull. My boner was throbbing like mad but I couldn't touch it because I needed both hands to steady myself as my son tore me a new one. Tears streamed down my purple swollen face and I nearly passed out form asphyxiation. Synaptic stars shot off like fireworks in my brain due to lack of oxygen and then the first volley hit. The cum gushed so intensely out of Jeff's cock that the pressure blew him off of me like a crimped firehose unraveling. Trying to get a hold of the angry beast, Jeff grabbed it tightly with both hands and attempted to direct the lurid flow of semen, but it was no use. He shot off at least ten huge wads of cum, each one pulsing out of his monster and hosing me down in warm pungent jizz. Jeff grunted and growled and I could literally see his balls beginning to deflate as they unleashed their substantial payload. A thick gloppy cupful of jizz splatted squarely in my face and I looked out from under the drippin ooze to see Jeff collapse back into his chair. I shot my meager manwad into a puddle of my son's mitochondrial spermpool, and struggled to catch my breath. Within moments Jeff was snoring in the chair, and I scrambled to clean up the slippery mess. My den was awash with jizz and I sopped it with as many bar towels as I could find. My body was covered in the gooey gore and I worried that Jeff's guests might start arriving soon so I hurriedly wiped down everything and ran to the shower. When I came back Jeff began to stir, the swelling of his thick member had begun to subside and in the light it looked like a like a saintly baby sleeping. “Oh my God, Dad, Jeff started, I just had the most fucked up dream.” When he looked down for a reality check, he gulped hard and his eyes shot up at me in near disbelief. There was an intense moment of silence and then Jeff's signature smile appeared. He confirmed what I had always hoped he would say to me. “You're the best Dad ever!” “Happy Birthday Jeff, I replied. Never forget who's your Daddy!”

My first experience with WS: I started chatting with a guy online. Usual stuff related to sexual experience. As things started heating up and I was sending him pics and videos. He started getting into asking me about kinks and fetish. When he brought up if I ever drank piss my reply was No. Up until that point I hadn’t. His reply was go get a glass and piss in it. Video yourself doing it and drink it. Then send it to me. I was so turned on from our conversation that I did. That was my introduction to what the next couple months would be. He would have me drink my piss, pee on myself, and even have me put it in a douche and fill myself up with it. I questioned how a guy I never met was able to get me into doing these things. His response was he knew I was a piss fag and needed to be used and trained in my ways. He expanded my training by having me lick toilets and urinals. I would be ordered into public restrooms and video myself doing these things. Once accomplished I would have to piss in a cup that I would take out in public sipping on my piss. This all lead to the day I would meet this man well traveling. I was passing his town so he had me pull off into an empty construction site. I waited for him to show. He instructed me to undress in my car and walk about 10 feet to his car naked in broad day light. I hand him my keys as instructed. Was to get them back upon finishing what I was told to do. Everything from worshiping his cock, feet and body to nipple play and cbt. After he opened his door and told me to get out. I did. He said on your knees. There I was naked on my knees in dirt and the only thing covering me from view was the car door. He motioned me forward and I thought he wanted me to blow him. When I put him in my mouth that’s when the warmth started. I started to drink but the flow was to fast I got some on me. After all was done he gave me my keys and locked his car and drove off. I got in my car and put my clothes back on. That was the start of my experience with WS. Now I don’t mind guys wanting to get into it by asking or by surprise.

Nifty's gay incest stories make me cum so fucking hard. Some of the writers are just fantastic!

Good advice! But though nifty doesn't seem to have any problems with this whole age thing, I don't think you'll ever find the words HIV, POZ, AIDS, GIFT-GIVING or BUGCHASING in one of their stories. While here it's just the other way around. So it's either the one or the other... And a site allowing authors to combine both is not in sight...

I would take issue with what you wrote. I know it's fantasy but it's illegal to have sex with someone under the age of 18 especially in the manner you described. I started early and I wonder if that's why I'm so fucked up at times. I would rather not see that happen to anyone else. I'm trying not to offend you but with me, it is personal. Sorry