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A bit of background first... About a year ago I was at a bookstore with truck parking behind it. I wasn't getting any action inside, so I was ready to bail. I decided to walk around the building and check out the trucks parked behind, I don't usually get any action this way, but on a handful of occasions I've been able to bag a horny trucker that doesn't want to go in the bookstore. On this evening, I happened to get lucky. A guy was in his truck trying to get my attention. Long story short, I ended up in his truck and he fucked me, but unfortunately with a rubber. When we were done, he asked for my number and I gave it to him not expecting to hear from him again. We've been meeting up every time he's this way, and yesterday he messaged me again to see if I could meet up. I met him at the truck stop and found his siting on the bed in his cab with his 8 inch uncut tool already fully hard. I got in and got undressed, and sucked him a while. When he was ready he flipped me over onto my stomach and got behind me. I heard him putting the condom on, but instead of lube he spit on my ass and worked it in. After he was about halfway in, I felt the rubber pop. I didn't say anything, waiting to see if he'd rewrap. He did not. He kept fucking me, even harder than usual. After about 20 minutes of an assault on my hole, with him pulling all the way out and shoving it back in he went balls deep and unloaded deep inside. Normally, he will pull out and wrap his condomed dick in a paper towel. I heard him tearing off paper towels before he pulled out, and he was quickly covering up his bare dick. I acted like nothing happened and made the normal conversation as I got dressed. I hope this will set the tone for our future meetings!

Interesting... At 58 I'm actually pretty satisfied with the way things turned out... HIV+ for over 35 years, but knowing I'm still here and enjoying life, don't think I'd change that weird as that may sound to some - I would never have had as much fun as I have. Wouldn't warn myself away from my first partner who died back in '88 when I was 25 because despite the pain and loss the experience made me a much stronger person and he was a gorgeous and sweet - if troubled - man who I'd have missed knowing. Changing that would change who I am now... I suppose I'd go back to my early teens and tell myself not to worry, in a few years people will find you attractive - and you'll still be modeling both clothed and naked well into your 40s when many of the guys around you who make you feel small and boring and unattractive will have peaked in their Teens and let themselves go to seed... I might stop by my 30s and say, oh the hell with it - you've already done gay mags and books, go ahead and do the videos you've been asked to do, your Broadway career never gets to be so big that it would hurt you... And probably go back to remind myself to tell my buddies, co-workers, lovers, sex partners, gym friends and all the rest of the guys who DIDN'T make it out of the '80s and '90s before the drug cocktails turned the epidemic around - go back and remind myself to tell them even more than I may have how important they were to me, and that they were loved, no matter what...

Part 1 My husband Rob and I have a great life. We have a nice house 30 minutes from the city and own a very successful landscaping business called Tops Landscaping that had a spinning top as our logo. A nice double-entendre. We also maintained a staff of 20, so we rarely did the physical work anymore. We are both 55 years old and had met when were 25. We fell in love, but kept an open relationship cause we both had (and still have) an insatiable sex drive. We also loved to watch each other with other people. We were totally verse back then and going to the baths together was a regular thing. We were young hot and hung, and loved to get our asses loaded. Then we would go home and fuck each other one more time, loving the feel of each other's loose, squishy holes. So it was no suprise when we tested poz right around the same time when we were 28. We both took meds for a while, but didn't like how they made us feel, so we quit them about 10 years ago. So now we try to lead a very healthy lifestyle, mostly. As we got older, and became more immersed in the bdsm scene, we started gravitating to being mostly tops. We loved to find a twink (or two) and take him back to our ever expanding basement dungeon to work him over. We preferred to find poz bottoms, or at least ones who didn't care, but we weren't above using condoms if the twink was worth it. Because we are! We're both tall, I'm 6'2", he's 6'3" and have big, muscular bodies from years in the gym. Now we have a home gym, with everything we need, but we still pay a membership to a predominantly gay gym, mostly just for cruising. There's been many a hot time in the sauna there, not to mention the hot little gym bunnies we would lure into our den of inequities! He shaves his head, because he was going bald anyway, where as I keep a nice, tight buzz cut. We are both heavily tattooed, a passion we have always shared, with two full sleeves each, as well as many other assorted ones, including matching biohazard ones around our bellybuttons, right above our cocks. We both have our nipples pierced and sport fat p.a.'s. We're both moderately hairy, him a little more than me, and we have great cocks. Mine is a thick veined 8 1/2", and his, while not quite as thick, measures 10" with a fat mushroom head. Needless to say, we're fucking hot! So we were always content with our pickups until we met Vinny. Vinny is a hot little 25 year old Italian muscle pup. He is 5'9" with a cute little 4" dick. He's got that classic Italian face with a big nose, full pink lips, and huge brown puppy dog eyes that were almost obscured by his shaggy, slightly curly dark brown hair. His buff body is a creamy pale colour with large pink nipples and a pretty pink asshole to match. While his chest and ass are naturally smooth, he sports sexy, dark bushy pits and hairy legs. The night we met him, over a year ago, we were at our favourite leather bar. Rob noticed him first and pointed him out to me. My dick instantly grew in my pants. He was standing across the room, shirtless, showing off his built up arms and torso that narrowed to a slim waist, then dissapeared into tight Levi's that showed off his sweet, bubble but. I immediately had to have the kid. The problem was, someone else was trying to claim him. A guy I knew, that while he was good looking, couldn't match my husband and me. But he was trying his best to snag the kid. He was standing real close to him, touching his chest, rubbing his ass, but I could tell the kid wasn't really responding to him. I just watched for a while until the kid finally broke away and headed to the bathroom. I made my move, following him like a tiger stalking his prey. As luck would have it, I stood right behind him in the short line. He smelled as good as he looked. Not cologne, just a clean, soapy, sexy smell. I admired his muscled back and shoulders and round ass as I stood behind him, and as luck would have it, two spots opened up at the trough style urinal. He picked the spot at the end by the wall, and I squeezed in next to him. I liked how he unzipped his jeans and pulled down a classic white jockstrap, exposing his cute little dick poking out of his dark, bushy pubes. I made sure to make a big deal out of fishing out my cock, exposing my metal cock ring, and I could see him glance at it a couple of times. A good sign. I was never one for subtlety, so I just leaned down and whispered in his ear, "My husband and I think you're really hot. Why don't you come over and talk to us? We're in the corner under the Budweiser sign." The kid looked up at me, taking in my hard, tattooed body and tight leather harness and smiled. "I might just do that." He zipped up and walked out of the bathroom. I headed back to the corner where my husband had fresh drinks, but I didn't see the kid anywhere. I didn't know if I had scared him off, or he just wasn't interested. I got my answer about 15 minutes later when I saw him walking our direction. Luckily, our beers were empty, so after introductions, Rob went off to get more drinks, returning soon with 9 shots of whiskey and three beers on a tray. He set it on the table. We all picked up a shot and I toasted, "Here's to new possibilities." Vinny just smiled at us with his killer smile and downed the shot, chasing it with a beer. After several more shots and a couple of beers, none of us were feeling any pain, especially Vinny. Rob had a fresh bottle of poppers and was giving the kid hits as we took turns rubbing his crotch and pinching his nipples, which responded by getting rock hard, eliciting soft moans from the kid. Eventually we had his pants open and we took turns sliding our hands down his smooth, hard ass, fingering his tight little hole. We had him backed into the corner, our bodies blocking anyone else from trying to claim our prize. We learned a lot about Vinny. He had recently moved here from Pennsylvania. He was from a large Italian catholic family where was the 4th of 7 kids, the consummate middle child. He was staying with friends on their couch until he could get his own place, and worked as a barista. He wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, but what he lacked in smarts, he more than made up for in charm. I really don't think he knew just how hot he was as he blushed at our compliments. So cute. The best, and most important things we learned was 1.) He really liked older guys, and 2.) He was really interested in bdsm. He had some experience and his eyes lit up when we described our dungeon at home. He was a very eager little pup, and soon we found ourselves in a cab on the way home. Vinny proved himself to be a very talented little bottom that night as Rob and I took turns fucking his sweet little ass for hours. Between the weed and the poppers, he couldn't get enough of our big dicks, or some of our various bondage devices. We went through a lot of condoms that night, but Vinny swallowed all six of our loads that we gave him, the final two after we had covered him in our piss and choked him with our cocks. We ended the night with him snuggled between us in our bed, reeking of the piss we had marked him with. He didn't have to work until Monday, so he ended up spending the entire weekend with us. Something we very rarely did with a trick. Usually it was use them hard, give them some cab fare, and kick their ass out. But there was some obvious chemistry between the three of us, and as we drove him home so we could pick up the car we had left Friday night, we had already made plans to spend next weekend together. The next weekend, we introduced Vinny to T, something Rob and I enjoyed occasionally. He instantly loved it as it made him even more of an insatiable bottom. We had a lot of fun that night using all kinds of toys on his sweet little hole. He didn't like how his already little dick shriveled up though, but I explained his dick didn't matter, only his holes did, and he seemed to like that. Thank god it didn't have the same effect on Rob and me. And besides, we showed Vinny the pleasure of making his soft cock cum as I sucked it while Rob plowed his hole. I didn't swallow it, instead I made Vinny open his mouth so I could spit it all into into it. He loved that. After the 4th weekend in a row with Vinny at our place, Rob and I talked about asking him to become our boy and move in with us. When we asked Vinny and told him the terms, he very excitedly agreed. The terms were very simple. 1.) He would go on prep, as Rob and I refused to use condoms with him forever. 2.) He would submit to us sexually in anyway we desired. Anytime, anywhere. 3.) He would take care of the household duties. 4.) He would work out a minimum of an hour and a half a day. In return, we would take care of him and pay for his medical expenses as well as put $100 a week into an account for him as a cushion. He was very excited when we took him to the doctor the next day for his prescription, as I explained that he could not move in and officially be our boy until he could take our raw loads in his pussy. Luckily, we had a very good friend who was our doctor and he came into his private practice on a Saturday as a favour to us. In no time at all we had his prescription, and Vinny was on his back, feet locked in stirrups, taking our doctors cock deep in his muscle pup hole. By Monday afternoon, he had taken his first dose, and two weeks later we had his duffel bag containing everything he owned in our trunk as we all excitedly went home to our new life together. My dick was rock hard in my pants as we placed Vinny's new collar around his neck. It was a simple chain with a padlock and a bone shaped dog tag that said, "Property of Ryan and Rob." That night we slammed Vinny for the first time. My hands shook as I tied off his bulging bicep and swabbed the prominent vein. He looked at me with those big, trusting, brown, puppy dog eyes as I inserted the needle and pushed the plunger. I'll never forget the look on his face when I released the band and the rush flew through his body. His eyes grew huge and they rolled back in his head as he coughed a few times followed by some short, quick breaths. After 7 hours of nonstop fucking, Vinny ended the night with six loads in his little pup hole. I let Rob deposit the first one, since he had been the first to spot the kid. We eventually wound up in our bed, reeking of sweat and sex and piss. We couldn't sleep, so we just continued to enjoy Vinny's hard little body as the fat plug in his ass insured he would absorb our DNA deep inside him for the very first time. We continued to celebrate the next day as we took Vinny to get his first tattoos, a series of puppy paws that went over his left pec and his heart. We left with a plug in Vinny holding in three loads. Mine, Rob's, and the tattoo artist's. The boy was ours. Life together fell in place very quickly. Monday through Friday we would come home from work to a clean house, a hot meal, and a sexy boy in nothing but a jockstrap, a cock cage, and his collar. He was only allowed one jock a week, and was never allowed to remove it, not even to piss. He would have to sit on the toilet and piss through the jock, soaking it every time. It would ensure a nice raunchy jock to be used at the end of the week. If he had to leave the house, he was only allowed to wear a pair of shorts, a tank top, and flip-flops, his collar on full display. If it was cold, he was allowed skin tight jeans, sneakers with no socks and a hoodie. Luckily it didn't get very cold where we live. During the week, our evenings would be spent relaxing in front of the TV after we worked out. Vinny would massage our dirty, sweaty feet with his mouth and hands. He would clean our sweaty armpits with his tongue and do the same to our swampy asscracks and musty assholes. Sometimes we would have him suck our cocks, sometimes we would fuck him, but he always wound up with at least two loads from each of us in one of his pretty pink puppy holes. At night, he was almost always snuggled between us in our bed. That is, if he wasn't in his cage. The weekends were another story. That was when we took full use of our dungeon. From Friday night to Monday morning Vinny was subjected to all kinds of tortures and punishments. Not that he really needed to be punished, he was a very good pup, but it pleased Rob and me to inflict pain on the kid, and Vinny understood that. In fact, he loved it, he couldn't get enough of it. Usually we would remove his cock cage, and he would cum without even touching his dick as we abused his hot, young body. We would whore out his holes, allowing our friends to come over and deposit a load or two or three in him. Frequently, we would take him to the baths, enjoying the sight of him taking a strangers cock deep in his pussy, dumping an anonymous load into our hot boy. And he loved it, the little pig. There were few things hotter than taking Vinny home after a long night of breeding. His stretched out hole would feel so good with all those anonymous loads deep in there. Rob and I would always deposit at least one more each, then punish the boy for being such a dirty little cumdump whore. We all couldn't have been happier. When Vinny had been with us for 11 months, he laid between us one night, fresh cum dripping out of his pussy. "Daddy Ryan, Daddy Rob," he began. "Yes pup?" I asked, touseling his thick, dark hair. "In one month, we'll have been together a year, and I've been thinking hard about something." "What's that pup?" Asked Rob. "Well, I love you both so much." He continued as he gave Rob a kiss, then me. "And I've decided, I want you to make me your son. I want you to infect me so that you will always be a part of me, and I'll truly be yours forever." I took his chin into my hands and looked deep into his puppy dog eyes. "Are you sure? Is that what you really, really want?" "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him deeply. He moaned as Rob slid his hard cock back into his little muscle pup hole.

I work at a retail job. Boring, tedious, but a night few days ago was decidedly different. I was working stocking freight when a young man came up to me, and mumbled something to me. I asked him to repeat himself as I didn't hear him. He came closer, pulled down his mask, and told me that I should meet him in the nearby bathroom and suck his cock. Being caught off guard, I didn't know what to say, other than to let him know that I didn't want to get caught and fired. He told me that he would go ahead and be in the bathroom in three minutes, and if I didnt show after five more, he would just go home. After he walked away, I debated on what to do, and decided that I would just go tell him that we should go do things in his car instead of a public bathroom at my job. I walked into the handicapped stall, and he was stroking a huge hard cock, and I couldn't help it. I was on my knees, taking his cock into my throat, gagging on his length, loving the slutty feel of being choked on such a long thick cock in a public bathroom. He was moaning as I worked his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking him and licking his shaft. He pulled out and asked me to bend over, drop my pants, and show him my ass. I dropped my pants and after rubbing his cock along my ass crack a few times, he found my hole and pushed his cock inside, pumping a little at a time, pulling out and pushing in deeper with each penetration until his balls were slapping my ass. We heard someone enter the bathroom, so he pulled out and sat on the toilet, stroking his cock and fingering my hole. After a few people came and went, we were alone again, and he said he was going to cum. He pushed his cock into my hole and a pump or two later he flooded my bowels with his hot load, and remained deep inside me for a minute or two until his cock slipped out and his cum started dripping into my underwear. I quickly pulled my underwear up and got dressed again. I told him to hit me up again sometime, but to try to find a less public place to breed me. I left the stall with a smile on my face and an ass full of cum.

Those of us on here sometimes forget we are a subset of gay men as a whole. I find it easy to find piss guys on BBRT, but not so much on, say, Adam4Adam.

No but I found a used condom in the bin of his and I gladly emptied it down my throat

Part 18 Casey and Tyler didn't do a lot of oral when they hooked up. Both were mostly tentative when they did it, just a short stop to more kissing and fucking. It hadn't been since Tyler sucked Chris while he was being fucked by Hunter that he really did it in earnest. But Greg couldn't tell. He loved the feel of Tylers mouth on his thick cock slowly but surely taking more and more of him like a boy who was savoring every inch. "Yeah boy. Fucking hot mouth." He looked down and met eyes with Tyler which just turned him on even more. "Let's move over to the couch." With Chris going to the other room with the rest of the guys, Greg didnt have anyone to lean on if he lost his balance again but he didnt want this to stop. He pulled Tyler up and moved toward the couch grabbing the pipe and torch first. Tyler just followed and watched as Greg lit the pipe. "Wait a second. I think we need a refill." Greg went over to his pants and pulled out a small bag from one of the pockets. He showed it to Tyler and gave it a little shake. "Always have to come prepared." Tyler shrugged. "Oh I didnt know. I dont know how to get anything like that." "Dont worry about that. You being here is plenty. Youre our guest. We provide the favors." He added to the pipe and then put the little bag back into his pant pocket. He lit the pipe again and began to trade hits with Tyler. Tyler really hadnt come down from his earlier hits so these were putting him into a place he had never been. A place that he could only describe as insatiable hunger. He was becoming more and more desperate for Gregs cock back in his mouth. Once Greg detected that feeling in the boy, he placed the pipe and torch back on the table. He put his arm around Tyler. "How are you feeling?" Tyler nodded. "Good" he said softly. "You sure?" Tyler just kept nodding looking forward not looking at Greg and trying to keep himself composed. "Yeah." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Greg stroking his cock. He looked directly at it but the tattoo above it pulled his focus. Hunter had one too Tyler thought. Weird coincidence. Before thinking to mention it or ask about it, Tyler could feel the pressure of Greg's arm pushing him back down toward it. Instead of bending down, he got up from the couch and kneeled down between Gregs legs and looked up at this hot man in front of him. "Fuck yeah boy." He slapped his cock against Tylers slightly open mouth. Tyler took the invitation and took about half into his mouth right away. Tyler felt about another inch push further into his mouth as Greg arched his back from the pleasure. This hunger felt new to Tyler. He knew it was something about the hits he took. One cock while he was high didnt seem to be enough. The last time he got high Chris fucked him but he went back to his dorm room wanting more. This was the same feeling. And even as he was enjoying the feeling of this mans thick cock in his mouth, he somehow knew it wouldnt be enough. He bobbed up and down doing his best to work his way closer and closer to the base. Greg could feel the boys spit running down his shaft and balls. This boy wants it he thought. He reached down, held the boys face with both hands and pushed his cock into the boys mouth as deep as he could to hear Tyler gag. The sight of this boy choking on his cock almost made him cum at that moment. He didnt want that. The first load he shot today was going to be in service to pozzing this boy up. Greg let go and Tyler pulled off as he coughed. "Sorry" Tyler said as he shook it off. "Nothing to be sorry for. That was hot. Why dont you come up here and sit on it?" Tyler looked at the cock glistening now with his spit and precum. He stood up and straddled Gregs lap. "How about you face away from me? Turn around." This was a new position for Tyler. Every time he rode Casey it was face to face. He turned around and began to lower himself. He reached back to Gregs cock but felt a hand on his lower back pushing him to bend over. "I got you." Tyler looked over his shoulder as he backed up slowly and saw Greg was holding his cock and aiming it towards Tylers hole. And suddenly he could feel the thick head pushing into him slow but easy. Hunters cock had been a warm up for his hole so that he could work Gregs in without pain. The thickness was stretching his hole but that was what made him moan in pleasure. Quicker than he thought possible, he was sitting on Gregs lap with the mans cock balls deep inside him. Whatever apprehension Tyler ever had calling himself a bottom melted away in this moment. There was no feeling he could remember that was as good as this. He was taught at church that being gay and gay sex was wrong but why would God make something so wrong so pleasurable? He could only hope that Greg was feeling even half as good as he was. Greg leaned over and pressed his chest against Tyler. He kissed the boys back and moaned into it. "Feeling ok boy? Your hole around my raw cock is fucking amazing." He wrapped his arms around Tylers chest and pulled him back as he sat back against the couch. "Put your arm around me." Tyler reached back and wrapped an arm around Gregs shoulders, his head now against the back of the couch. Tyler used his free hand to stroke his hard cock. Greg turned Tylers face toward him. "Kiss me boy." Greg kissed Tyler tenderly at first but it became much deeper and harder and breathy as Greg began fucking up into the boy with force to get as deep as he could with each thrust. Tyler yelped softly into Gregs mouth each time he felt the cock slam into him. This is what he wanted. He met each of Gregs thrusts by grinding down into the mans lap. The first time Greg felt the pressure the boy was exerting on his cock, his eyes flashed open. Tyler was looking directly into his eyes and the man smiled and laughed into their kiss. He underestimated this boy. With his next couple thrusts he felt Tyler also squeezing and milking his cock. The laugh became a deep moan as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Tyler thought he hadnt seen anything hotter in his life. Gregs hands were all over Tyler exploring the boys body and giving him even more pleasure. This felt like sensory overload to Tyler as the mans touch felt electric no matter where his hands moved, squeezed, and pinched. Gregs moaning and the looks on his face turned Tyler on even more. Greg began to pick up speed and Tyler met the rhythm without any hesitation and also began stroking his own cock harder and faster. The boy was milking Gregs cock with determination now and as he pistoned into Tylers hole he thought he was in love. He could tell in the way Tyler was bucking now that he was close to shooting. So was Greg. He pulled away from their kiss. "You getting close boy?" Tyler just nodded as the rest of his body was losing control. "Me too. I'm gonna flood your insides boy." "Cum in me." Tyler had no idea where that came from but he knew he meant it. He wanted to feel this mans cock throb and shoot inside him. He still didnt know that Hunter had cum inside him earlier so he was desperate for what he thought was the first load of his day. Strangely, it was at this moment that Tyler fully realized that Greg was fucking him raw which made it clear in his mind that no one actually ever used condoms. They were a myth, a way for schools and churches to intimidate horny teens about diseases and pregnancy, and he would never have to worry about them. This is when he came to the conclusion that he would never consider condoms ever for the rest of his life. This while a hot man was fucking him raw. "Breed me Greg!" Tyler screamed as his thoughts became words. "Fuck!" Hearing Tylers command was enough to push him off his edge. Tyler pulled his head back and began to shoot his own load with ropes flying everywhere. Greg could feel the boys hole spasm around his cock and his moans started to become much louder. Between hard breaths he screamed "I'm....cumming....boy...." He could feel the ropes shooting through his cock and deep into the boy. Greg always shot big loads but this one felt unusually large. He just kept cumming. So did the boy. Whenever he could focus enough he saw more cum gushing out of the boys cock. He could feel Tyler still grinding down on his lap to get his cum as deep as he could. Fuck this boy is hot, he thought. He had no idea what happened before he got to Hunters place but if Tyler wasnt before, he was definitely pozzed now. They both started to come down and catch their breath. "So fucking hot boy. You good?" Tyler used his arm around Greg to pull him into another deep kiss and ground down harder onto the cock inside him. Tyler was used to leaving wherever he was after he got off. Even though Casey lived down the hall he rarely stuck around after they fucked. But today was somehow different. Hunter and Greg had both fucked him and he had just cum a huge load. But he was still hungry for more and he was going to fight the guilt that always arose that told him to leave now. Greg pulled back to look at Tyler. "You are sexy as fuck. God damn." Tyler just smiled not quite sure how to respond. He felt his hips being raised slowly and understood and lifted himself off of Gregs cock and the couch. Greg got up and went to the kitchen. Tyler could hear the water running and soon Greg came back around the corner with two glasses of water and a roll of paper towel. "Here get some water in you. We just had a work out." He handed a glass to Tyler and put the other down as he ripped some of the paper towel from the roll. He sat back down next to the boy and began cleaning the cum off of the boys torso, crotch, and legs. To Tyler there was something so sensual about this. This man who already got off was still taking care of him and was meticulously cleaning him as if he wasnt just some stranger he met that day. Finally, after multiple rips off the paper towel roll, Tyler was clean. "Damn. That was some load. You always cum this big?" Greg asked. "No. Guess it was a special day." He smiled. "Me too. I do have big loads but today it just felt like a weeks worth. You just turned me on so much boy." Greg cleaned himself with some paper towel and then downed his glass of water. He put down the empty glass and then picked up the pipe and torch. "Theres still some left. We might as well finish it." Tyler didnt respond. He had been eyeing the pipe as he finished his water and was hoping Greg would offer. Greg wanted to get the boy even higher than he seemed to be at the moment. So did Tyler. Together they passed the pipe back and forth until it was empty. If the two had come down from their high after they came, this made up for it and then some. Greg placed the pipe down on the table and when he turned his attention back to Tyler he noticed the boy was stroking his hard cock again. He looked at Tyler and nodded in the direction of Hunters bedroom. "So you wanna see what the other guys are up to?"

I was ghosted by a guy on Grindr who I was supposed to meet. Since I was already cleaned out and ready, I was extra pissed (plus the pic he shared showed a BEAUTIFUL cock!). I had no sooner started scrolling the app again than I got a message from a guy asking if I was ready "right now." I'm used to guys flaking out so I don't usually clean out until I line something up, which means normally when I get a message like that it doesn't go anywhere. This time, though, I was primed and ready. He told me that he and his girlfriend had gotten a room the night before. She had left for work, and he had to leave within an hour. Could I come now? "Yes," was my one word reply, followed by a pic of my hole dripping a load I had taken a few weeks back. The photo I received showed a thick black cock, accompanied by the motel name and room number. "Be there in 15," I replied, and headed for the door. Less than 15 minutes later I was knocking on the room door. It opened to reveal a chubby black guy, already naked. Without a word, he lay down on the bed. I stripped, then bent over at the waist and took his cock in my mouth. He was soft, but with the combination of my expert tongue and light caresses of his balls, he was soon hard as a rock. It was then that I realized I had forgotten to bring my lube. Already committed, I took him as deep into my throat as I could, getting his shaft all slick and letting the strings of spittle stretch from his cock head to my lips as I pulled away. I didn't say anything, but instead turned around and climbed onto the other bed on my hands and knees. He took the cue, and stood behind me. In one fluid motion his slicked-up shaft was inside me and he was grabbing my shoulders for maximum leverage. He was a machine with one setting - he pounded my hole relentlessly, the slaps of his skin on mine reverberating in the room as he owned my slutty hole. He surprised me by picking up his pace as he got closer to giving me his load. His hands moved from my shoulders to around my neck as he did so. I had never been choked during sex before, but I was loving this brutal assault on my hole so much that I didn't care. His grip on my neck tightened and loosened until finally he let go and grabbed my hips. He stopped mid-stroke and I could feel his load releasing deep in my guts. I dressed quickly and left without us exchanging another word. I'm hoping he'll hit me up again next time he and his girlfriend get a room. If I see him online, I'll get myself ready, just in case!

Of course Mike and his girlfriend Sally would join their lgbt friends for the pride parade. They'd just moved to new York from a small town in Kansas and while there were plenty of Trump types around they had always been liberal and got out of dodge as soon as they graduated. They crammed into an illegal loft with an ever changing motley crew of new arrivals. It was exciting even if it meant they never had any real privacy. Whatever, they would get better jobs soon enough and for now it was great to be young. Basically nobody in their circle was completely straight and when pride weekend rolled around, Mike and Sally were excited to support their friends and have a good time besides. Friday night everyone headed to... Another illegal loft. But it had a DJ, a crush of people, and someone passed them a pill... Mike came to. He was naked, on his hands and knees. A hard dick was in his mouth. Another was fucking him in the ass. He pulled back but the guy in his mouth thrust deeper. "You got this Mike. Keep sucking." Mike found himself doing as he was told. He also realized he was rock hard despite the thick penis fucking his ass. The man behind him began to ejaculate. He reached back and realized that this stranger wasn't wearing a condom. What the hell happened?

I wrote this ages ago, just found it on my computer. My First and Only Time ---------- I hate camping; I think that it is the stupidest thing ever. Why would people want to go out into the wilderness and with no bathroom, no shower, and no electricity? But despite that my Dad would insist once a year that he and I went out to this obscure little clearing in the woods which wasn't even a real campsite. We would go out pitch a tent; eat fish that he caught in the lake, and sleep on the cold hard ground. The summer before I went to college my Dad decided that we weren't just going for the weekend but that we were going to go for a full week to have some last father son bonding. We drove out to the clearing and I looked out on the far to familiar surroundings; the clearing was enclosed on three sides by trees and bordered on the lake on the fourth. There were little paths heading away from the clearing which lead to other little clearings and beaches. My Dad and I unloaded the car and started putting up the tent. "Chris, I'm going to go into town and get some stuff for the week you wanna come or hang around here?" "I'll stay here." "Alright, if you wander away make sure that you are back before dark." "Yes Dad." I watched as my Dad pulled away down the trail in the truck and disappeared from view. Fuck, I thought, what the hell am I gonna do now? The lake was clear and blue, so I decided to go down one of the trails that I remembered led to a beach about a mile away and have a swim. The path had grown over a little sense last year but I could still see it easily enough. Slowly I picked my way through the creepers and branches listening to my feet crunching leaves with every step. The sun cast dappled shadows on the ground and across the leaves like leopard spots. It took nearly twenty minutes to get to the beach; it was my favorite place in the woods. It was the one place that my Dad wouldn't go and I could get away from his endless father son bonding. It wasn't a big beach probably ten feet of rough white sand. It sloped lightly to the water and slid down to the bottom of the lake at a slow slope. There were little guppies swimming in the around in the shallows with the sun glinting off of their scales. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and pants dropping them on a fallen tree trunk. For a moment I stood looking at the water standing in just my white briefs looking out at the disserted lake. I pulled off my underpants too and left them in a heap on the beach and ran into the water, the guppies swimming away from my splashes as fast as they could. The water was cool in the warm air and I jumped up to dive into the water swimming through the shallows with my chest scraping on the sandy bottom. When I stood up again the water was up to my waist and I looked down at my reflection in the smooth water. I had played football in high school and I had gotten a scholarship to play for my university. Most of my summer so far had been spent working out to be in shape for preseason work outs when I got to school. My chest was large and broad and was reflected back to me in the water, the hair matted down with moisture. I ran a hand over my abs feeling the bumps of the muscles under the skin and hair. I was proud of my body and loved to show it off. In high school I had gotten suspended twice for streaking and that was just the times that they had caught me. I slipped back under the water and swam back to shore. Flopping down onto my back in the sand I closed my eyes listening to the birds and the wind and the lapping of the lake on the shore and fell asleep. I have no idea how long I was asleep I but I woke up there was a shadow across my face. When I opened my eyes I saw a large man standing over me. He was tall and broad and dressed in the green and kaki of a park ranger. His face was hard and square, and was staring down at me from behind my aviator sunglasses. "Son, do you know that you are lying naked in a national park?" "Um....I," I stammered. "It's alright. I'm not on duty now anyway; the only problem is that you are in my spot." "What?" "Every day at three I come here to tan. But hey I won't tell if you won't. I really don't think that the park wants its rangers to be lying around nude by the lake." I laughed nervously as he sat down on the sand a few feet away from me. "You mind if I join you?" he asked. "Um...no...I guess." "Good." He took off his hat and sunglasses, and began to unbutton his shirt. Now I have to say right now that I like girls, I had a girlfriend, I have one now, although granted not the same one. But for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of him as his shirt spread a little with each button revealing an incredibly hairy chest below. When his shirt came off I saw his massive pecks, and hard abs covered in hair. I had thought that I was hairy, and in school I had been the hairiest, but I was nothing compared to this man. He looked like some sort of wild animal. Next he took off his boots and socks, followed by his belt and lastly his shorts. He didn't wear underpants and now he sat bare assed in the sand, with his knees bent hiding his cock from me. Seeing him there naked, only a few feet away from me, I felt my cock stir. It was something that had never happened to me before; a man had never caused my cock to get hard in my life. Yet somehow this time I felt the blood pouring into my young prick. "I'm Steve by the..." he said, and then noticing my cock said, "well I guess you like what you see then." "I don't. I'm not...I'm not gay. This has never happened before." "Dude don't worry about it, getting a woody is nothing to be ashamed of." I stammered something about how embarrassing it was which he dismissed also adding, "A young buck like you, I would be suppressed if you weren't hard all the fucking time." He moved a little closer to me, scooting across the sand. "What's your name kid?" "Chris." "And how old are you Chris?" "I'm eighteen; I'll be nineteen in two months." He moved closer still. Normally I would have been uncomfortable, but for some reason with this man, in the woods next to the lake I was perfectly at ease. It was as if nothing could harm me here so why would I be worried or uncomfortable. "So you got a girl back home Chris." "Yeah, her names Amanda. Blond hair, blue eyes, huge tits," I laughed. And he smiled at me. "She put out?" It seemed like a kinda odd question, but it didn't seem to odd from him for some reason. "Sometimes, not a lot. I wish she did more." "Don't we all." "Yeah." "I can help you out with that thing if you want." I didn't know what to say to him. I just kinda stared at him for what seemed like ages. He seemed to take my silence as consent because he reached over and took my cock in his big beefy hand. I gasped. His hand was rough and hard, it felt so different then my hand or my girlfriends. Different but good. Different but great in fact. Steve began to slowly pump my cock up and down. A grown slipped past my lips as his stroking picked up speed, and I felt my eyes rolling back and my lids closing. Then I felt something warm and wet encompass the head of my cock. I looked up and saw his mouth wrapped around my cock slowly swallowing the shaft right down to the balls. It was amazing. I had never gotten head like that before, my girlfriend never wanted to even try it and when she did it was lack luster at best. But this was amazing it felt like I was in heaven. I let out a long low moan, and Steve looked up at me his eyes smiling brightly. Slowly Steve moved around so that he was positioned between my legs spreading them apart. Suddenly he swallowed and I felt my cock slip past his tonsils and down his throat, I screamed I thought that my brain was going to explode with pleasure. Sensing that I was ready to blow he pulled off, letting my cock fall from my mouth. "You ever had you hole eaten out?" "No?" "Good." With that he grabbed my ankles and pushed them up and over my hips till my knees were resting on my chest and my ass was sticking up in the air. "Mmmm...look at this nice hairy little hole." He said with a laugh before he began to lick my tight virgin hole. His tongue swept past my sphincter, swirling the thick hair that grew there, twisting it around. I screamed and moaned louder than I ever had with my girlfriend. His tongue began to probe inside me; pressing against my sphincter trying to penetrate its previously unexplored depths. It took a long while for him to work his tongue past my protesting hole but when it did it was like nothing I had ever felt. Electricity shot through my body and my balls tightened up to my body and cum rocketed from my cock spewing all over my chest getting stuck in the hair. For a few moments he continued to lap at my hole and dig deeper and deeper with his tongue until my orgasm had subsided and then he let my feet fall to the ground on either side of him. "So how'd you like having something going in your ass instead of out?" I couldn't speak I just panted and stared at him. "I thought so. How long are you gonna be here kid?" "Ten...ten days." "Ten days, good. Be here tomorrow at the same time and you'll get more than a tongue." With that he got up and got dressed. I just lay there watching him put his clothes on and then walk away into the trees in the opposite direction from my camp. For a long time I just lay there panting, cum drying on my chest. Then I noticed that the sun was getting low and I had to be back at camp before dark. I rushed to the water and cleaned off before pulling on my underpants, shorts, and shoes and sticking my shirt in my pocket and rushing off down the path to camp. The next day passed slower than any other day ever had. It felt as though the morning fishing with my Dad lasted for a year. All that I could think about was how it had felt to have Steve's tongue slipping into my ass hole, going places that nothing else ever had. I spent the entire time trying to hide my constant erection from my Dad, and every chance I got I went into the woods to jerk off. It seemed as though there was no end to the amount of cum my nuts could make. It was nearly two when my Dad and I finally put into shore again with a cooler filled with fish. My Dad set to work gutting and cleaning them, I had never been good at either task so he thought nothing of it when I told him that I was going to go exploring in the woods for a couple of hours. Looking at my watch it was nearly two thirty when I got to the clearing. For a moment I thought about leaving, what I was doing was crazy. My Dad wasn't that far away and I was having a rendezvous with another man. I must be going insane, I thought. But something in me made me stay. Perhaps it was the fact that each time I made to leave my cock would give a powerful throb and I would be over whelmed with lust for Steve. So after fifteen minutes of debate I stripped off my clothes and went for a swim. The water was a little warmer than yesterday and I swam out as far as I dared into its cool blue depths. All around me little fish flitted by and water birds meandered away from my splashing. Guessing that I must be nearly three I swam back to shore and flopped down on the sand as I had the day before and waited my cock becoming stiff as a board once again. I was lying there for only a few moments before I heard someone else come into the clearing. Looking around I saw Steve entering from the same spot he had before dressed once again in his Park Ranger uniform. There was a big smile plastered across his face and a little bit of stubble growing across his cheeks. "You came back." I nodded weakly, somehow being in his presence stole all of my words away and all I could do was stammer. "I knew that you would after how hard you came yesterday." And with that he took his hat and sunglasses off and started to unbutton his shirt exposing that amazing hairy chest which had so entranced me in the first place. Then came the boots and socks, then the belt and lastly the pants. For a moment he stood there in only his tidy whites looking down at me and then those two came off and I saw the one part of his body that I hadn't seen yesterday, the part that I had spent all morning and most of the night imagining: his cock. It was more magnificent than anything that I could have imagined. Long and thick it hung like a massive sausage growing out of a forest of thick dark pubes. It was still soft and swayed like the pendulum of a clock as he walked towards me, its head bounding against his hairy thighs. His balls bounced lightly as he walked, slung low in their thick and hairy sack. There was nothing about his body that was not the epitome of manliness. It was as though he exuded testosterone, and my cock leaked for it. "Glad to see me again then kid," he said in his deep ringing voice, "You think that you are ready for something a little bigger than a tongue?" "Look, I..eh...I don't normally do this. in fact I've never done anything like this before. But somehow I just can't stop thinking about yesterday and...well...I..." "Don't worry about it kid. If you wanna stop at any point just let me know and we can stop. Ok?" "Yeah, sure." Through this whole exchange he had been walking closer and closer to me till now he stood right next to me, his cock swinging right above my face. Slowly he knelt down in the rough sand and turned his head towards my throbbing cock. Just as he had before he engulfed it with his mouth, swallowing every last inch of my dick in one go. I felt his stubble scrape my skin and he bobbed his head up and down, his hand rolling my balls around. He had kneeling in such a way that his knees were right next to my head and between his legs was his magnificent cock. I don't know what made me do it, I still have no idea why I thought of it, but I shifted myself around so that I was not laying with my head between his knees and his cock dangling above my face. Slowly I lifted my head off of the ground and opened my mouth so that the head of his cock slipped past my lips and into my mouth. It was huge and tastes like nothing I had ever tasted before. It was strange, sweet but salty at the same time. As I breathed through my nose an aroma that I had only smelled after football practice flooded my nasal passages. It was a smell that only men can make, one that was so overwhelmingly masculine that it sent my mind spinning. He lowered his hips allowing my head to rest on the ground and keep is cock head in my mouth all the while his tongue was swirling over my cock. After a few minutes of tentative sucking on his head I reached up and grabbed the base with my left hand feeling his pubes surround my fist and began to slowly pump up and down his rapidly hardening cock. If I had thought that it was big before I had had no idea of what was to come. As I began to take his shaft into my wide stretched mouth I realized that I my hand was barely covering half of his massive tool and that so far only an inch and a half of the shaft, three if you count the head, was in my mouth. This is impossible, I thought to myself, there is no way on God's green earth that I am going to be able to get that whole thing in my mouth. Just as I was thinking this Steve pulled off of my cock and said in a soothing voice that reminded me vaguely of a teacher explaining something to a rather confused student, "Take it slow kid, when you feel it hit the back of your throat swallow and just let it go down. The trick is to never bite down and don't panic." I took a deep breath through my nose and tried to take a little bit more of his cock into my mouth. For a moment Steve shifted away from me, pulling his cock out of my mouth while he grabbed my ankles pulling them up to my shoulders just like he had the day before. Then he slid his cock back into my mouth and began to lick at my ass while I tried to suck his cock. Once more electricity began to shoot through my body as I felt his tongue slipping and sliding over my tight little pucker slicking down the hair around my hole as he went. Maybe it was the distraction of the attention that Steve was giving to my ass hole or the advice that he had given me but suddenly I felt his cock slid into my mouth, past my tonsils and into my throat. For a moment I couldn't breathe and I thought that I was gonna suffocate, but then I remember what Steve had told me and took a big breath through my nose. As soon as Steve realized that his cock had slipped into my throat he redouble his efforts on my hole getting his tongue to slip deeper and deeper while he stroked my cock with one hand and started to slowly lift his hips up away from me and then lower them back down again. It was like he was fucking my face real slowly. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered how I had gotten here, laying underneath this big hairy Park Ranger with my ass in the air and is cock in my mouth, but then I found that I didn't care why or how I just wanted it to never stop. Suddenly I felt something new happening, something different and strange. There was some sort of pressure on my hole, much more forceful than the tongue which was still flicking in and out of it. And then without any warning or anything it popped into my little virgin ass. A finger. He had put his finger in my butt. It took my brain a long time to comprehend what had just happened, and by that point Steve had his finger all the way in and had started to twist it about pulling at the walls of my ass. It didn't hurt and that was what amazed me, it felt good and that was it. There was not pain not unpleasant burning, just pleasure. I began to suck on his cock harder and harder, as Steve began to put a little more force into his thrusts and his finger picked up speed. "You ready for another?" I heard him ask from someplace far way. "God yes," is what I tried to say but it was stifled by his cock which was now lodged deeply in my throat while I sucked on it like a plugged up straw his balls swinging just a little above my face. I reached up and put my hands on his ass holding his big hairy cheeks and pulling him down to my face. I felt his hair twist around my fingers as I squeezed the muscular globes. For a moment his finger left my hole leaving me feeling a little empty as though something important was missing but after just a few seconds it returned and a second one began to work its way in too. A jolt of fire shot through me as it wriggled past my sphincter I felt my toes curl and by back arch as my exit became an entrance. It was as though my body had frozen and I couldn't move anything, for a long time I just lay there with Steve's body above me his cock deep in my mouth and his fingers buried in my ass. Then he moved, and began to twist his fingers in all direction, pulling them out and slipping them back it loosening my ass just like I used to do to my girlfriend's pussy. My body began to steadily unfreeze and I began to suck on his cock again, my toes uncurled and my back lay flat on the sand again. Steve seemed to take that as his cue to add another finger to my ass sending my body back into the same shock it had just been in, yet this time something was different. I felt a swelling in my body, it was as if a volcano was erupting and without any warning at all my cock exploded cum all over my chest. I had never cum so much in my entire life. "You wanna keep going kid or are you done for the day?" Done, why on earth would I wanna be done? I grabbed his ass cheeks harder and forced his hips down even closer to my mouth while I sucked on his cock harder than ever. "I was hoping you would say that. And well look, your cock hasn't even gone down yet. Looks like my little jock boy likes getting his ass fingered." I had thought that three fingers was a lot but then I felt the forth working its way in. It was as though Steve was determined to make my hole so big and open that it would never shrink up again. Then after one hard thrust of his cock into my throat and his fingers into by ass he pulled out of both of my holes and climbed off of me. He laid down on the ground, his cock standing up like a flag pole right next to my head. I lowered my legs back to the ground, my ass feeling open and used like I had just taken a huge shit. "Well you're all stretched out now so why don't you have a seat on my cock." I have no idea what made me do it. I really don't, perhaps if I hadn't been so fucking horned up from all of the fingering and tonguing, or if I wasn't still basking in the afterglow of my orgasm I would never have done it, but as it is I did. I stood up and squatted over his huge fat fuck stick. Slowly, very slowly I lowered myself down until I felt his spit lubed head pressing against my stretched out hole. Despite all of the fingering that Steve had did my ass was nowhere near open enough for his cock, and for a long moment I thought that it would never go in. Then all of the sudden something gave way and I felt it pop in. I screamed, my whole body shook, all of the pleasure that I had felt from the fingers was gone and was replaced by pure torturing pain. It felt as though my ass had been split in two and his cock was slowly tearing apart my ass. "Breath kid, don't forget to breath." I took three rocky breaths and felt the pain abating a little bit. Steve put his hands on my hips and held me in place, helping to support my weight so that I didn't slip and impale myself on his cock before I was ready. "Just keep breath and take more when you are ready. It's big so take your time." After what seemed like ages I felt the pain going and taking one more deep breath I settled down a little bit more taking a few inches into my ass and the pain came rushing back, but not as bad this time. I felt a little bit less like my body was going to split in two and some where underneath the waves of pain was a little bit of pleasure. Again I started to breath, waiting for my ass to adjust to its new occupant. When it had I took a little bit more of his cock, and then a little bit more till the whole thing was nestled deep within my ass. For a long time I just sat there, my legs spread wide, my chest heaving and my eyes closed with Steve's massive cock embedded in my ass and his pubes tickling my crack. Steve smiled at me, looking up and down my body as sweat poured down my body and my cock throbbed, oozing precum onto his chest. "When you are ready try to push yourself back up and then slide back down. " "So fuck myself on your cock," I said my voice soft and shaky in an attempt at humor. "Yeah." I felt him pulling me up by my hips, his cock retreating from my ass. He lifted me until only the head remained in my ass, letting me rest there for a moment before he began to push me back down at the same slow and gentle pace. For the first few times it still hurt like a mother fucker, fire flowing through my body, but slowly the pain began to give way and waves of pleasure began to crash against my brain with each fall back down his cock. Soon I was riding it up and down up and down, using my knees to life me up and down as he thrust his hips up into my hole. Low groans escaped his lips and I bounced myself on his cock. Looking down at his, his hairy chest heaving, his head tossed back and his arms controlling my bouncing I realized that this must be how my girlfriend had seen me when we fucked. Just the thought of my being in the same position as Amanda had been made a big drop of precum plop from my cock into Steve's stomach hair. I was a woman in that moment, I was getting fucked in my pussy by a huge cock. Without warning Steve pulled me all the way down his cock and then knocked me backwards so that I lay on my back not and he was on top of me with my legs spread out to the sides wider than I had ever thought they would. I really was a woman, my legs were spread wide like own and a massive cock was embedded deep within in my cunt. Steve began to fuck me harder and harder and the air was soon filled with soft whimpering moans which at first I didn't realize were coming from me. His cock banged against my prostate sending pulses of joy through my body and his hairy chest scrapped against mine as he shifted back and forth. Then he did something that I had never expected him to do. He kissed me. His tongue probed deep into my mouth the taste of my ass still lingering on his lips. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his back holding him close to me while he continued to pound my ass to pieces. When he broke away from the kiss he said in a soft whisper in my ear, "When I pull out stand up. I'm gonna fuck you silly." Then suddenly his cock was gone, he had pulled it from my ass and I was left alone with an empty gaping hole where I longed for his cock to be. Steve stood up, and offered me his hand to pull me from the ground. When I was standing he pulled me close into my arms and backed me into a tree. The bark was rough against my skin, but that little bit of pain was worth it for what was about to happen. Steve grabbed my right leg and lifted it up as high as he could get it exposing my hole to him again. This time his cock slipped in easily and without protest, after just a second his cock was ball deep in my ass. Then he grabbed my other leg and lifted it up too so that both of my legs were wrapped around his waist and I was holding onto his shoulder for dear life. He pulled me away from the tree, leaning back to that I was held up in his arms with his cock stuffed deep in my ass. His hands held firmly to my ass and began to bounce me up and down on his cock each time slamming it back into me gravity forcing it up into me. I was screaming again, long wailing screams that shook through my entire body and exploded out of my mouth. That seemed to encourage Steve even more because he began to buck me higher and higher each time till I was afraid that his cock would slip from my ass or that I would fall to the ground. I hadn't noticed that he was walking around while he was fucking me and that now my back was to a tree stump which had been cut off at just about waist height. So it was quite a surprise when I felt my ass brush against the wood as he sat me down and pulled out. No sooner had I settled onto the stump than he slid me off of it again and turned me around so that my back was pressed into his chest and his cock was again working its way into my hole. With one hand resting on my chest and the other stroking my still dripping cock he began to slam into my ass harder than he had yet. I could tell that he was getting close, it wouldn't be long now. Then all of a sudden I felt his cock swell inside of my ass, his nuts tighten up and the ribbons of cum rocketing into my hole. He seemed to cum for hours, filling me up so much that I thought it would start to come out my mouth. That sent me over the edge too, and I began to launch my second load all over the sand in front of me. When we had both stopped cuming he turned my head to his and kissed me with his now softening penis sill stuffed up my ass. Then he pulled out and let his cum ooze from my hole as he backed away. Slowly he got dressed, and looked back at me. "I'll be here tomorrow, and I understand if that was a lot for you and if you don't come back again I won't be offended or anything." With that he left. I stood for a long time looking down the trail after him with his cum dripping steadily from my battered ass hole. Then seeing that it was getting late I jumped in the lake real quick to wash the cum and sweat from my body and got dressed. When I got back my father had long sense finished with the fish and was now cooking them. We sat together that evening and talked about nothing and then went to bed. I did end up going back the next day and every day until we left. Steve had me taking his cock with just some spit by the time that my last day came around, and then we left. I never saw Steve again, nor do I really intend to. I have never been with another guy sense and it's been nearly four years, but I do have a big thick dildo in my closet and every night when I jack off before bed I stuff it up my hole and ride it thinking of Steve and the beach and how I learned to ride a big man cock.

Nope, definitely not alone. For a bit of cum n go fun then heading to the gloryholes or getting in a sling at a sauna does the job just fine. Don't need to talk, don't even need to see their face. Just after cock and cum. And through it all there's a thrill about this total stranger in my mouth/hole and getting him to unload, before finding another one.

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I'm registered for Pighaus Miami Breedfest! Anyone else going?

Reading this I was thinking of the film, "The Ritz". It takes place in a gay bath house and there's a character that loves chubby men and runs around holding plates of sweet treats and yelling "Jelly roll baby!". A truly demented film. Yes, there's a lid for every pot.

(Warning a character in this section refers to physical and sexual abuse by his father and grandfather. Please do not proceed if this topic will trigger your emotional pain.) After thirty years absence I had totally forgotten how silky and wonderful recieving a skin on skin fuck feels. To be getting it from such a young buck was beyond my wildest dreams. At the same time the knowledge that he was toxic poz terrified me in spite of his reassurance that my HIV meds would protect me. So many of my friends had died of AIDS, how could I willingly subject myself to the risk of reinfection. My heart was racing and every nerve ending was on edge. Most surprising, this sensation was even more enjoyable than that of skin on skin, if that was possible. My young buck had entered me with such care and caution. At every step he had gone slowly and checked to make sure that I was okay. He had communicated and asked permission for every stage of the fuck. The mixture of fear with what we were doing and trust in his presence was also strangely exhilarating. He kept deepening my trust with his steady eye contact. After about five minutes he was giving this old body a good pounding and my confidence grew with each in-stroke slap to my ass. Within three more minutes his pace slowed almost to a halt and tears began to fill his eyes. I gently swiped some from his cheek and tasted them, then asked what was wrong. "I'm just overcome that an old guy like you can treat me so well. " "I don't understand?" "See, my dad and grandad were monsters. They beat the shit out of me at least once a week whether I gave them a reason to or not." "Oh my, ... I am so sorry! " At this point he collapsed on top of me weeping. I just held him with a tight embrace cooing supportive encouragements; "Just let the tears flow. Let the pain flow. " Gradually the convulsions of crying returned to a pumping motion and the fuck became almost vicious. Again I just encouraged him; "Give it to me lad. Fuck out your anger and rage." Strangely I was not frightened, I just felt my body had become his instrument of grace. The pace and strength grew until he collapsed into me screaming; "Take that you fucking bastards. My turn to breed you full of poisonous cum. Fuck you. Fuck you both you God damn sickos." And then the wailing restarted three times as intense as before. I just held and kissed his tears; "It's okay son. It's okay. Just let it all go. Cry it all out." Slowly, every so slowly he began to calm. By now his cock had softened and fell out of my hole. It was as if he awakened from a trance when he next spoke; "Fuck! Fuck Gramps! What did I just do to you? Oh fuck. I am so sorry!" "Shh, shh, stop son. It's okay. I'm okay. It's all okay. ... In fact better than okay. I hated seeing the depth of your pain but I felt honored you trusted me. ... And I've got to tell you, that's the best fuck I've had in a very long time. Thank you. " He was gently crying again; "After they beat me they would fuck me. What they didn't know is I loved that part. I didn't even mind that they infected me. I certainly wasn't upset when they died of it. But I thought it was over! Fucking you triggered all that pain again. I'm so sorry!" "Don't apologize son. I'm grateful to have gone through this with you. ... I'm most grateful to have your toxic load. It's so fuckin hot to have that in me. I was frightened when we started, but, I'm not now. I trust you. I know I'm safe." "Grampy?" "Yes son?" "Could you do me one more favour?" "Sure son, anything. What would you like?" "Could you please fuck me. I want you to fuck and breed me Gramps." My heart melted and my cock hardened. He was gently crying as I entered him. My raw cock was so happy to be in a hot ass after so many years. I didn't fuck him, we made love. Whenever I closed my eyes he became my lover from the first times we had sex thirty years ago. Our kisses were so passionate and deep. When not kissing he sucked my neck as if it was his mother's tit. He only broke off sucking to urge me on; "Grampy seed my ass. Cum in me. Please cum in my ass. Fill me with your love juices." He returned to giving me my biggest hickey ever; like a vampire wanting to suck all the goodness out of me. I could finally hold off no longer. I was tipped over the edge into an earth shattering orgasm. Blast after blast, convulsion after convulsion, and now I was the one crying. I was crying huge tears and gasps of joy. He was the one now kissing and lapping up my tears. "Thank you Grampy. Thank you so so much! ... I think we both needed that. " "I know you are right there son. (Sigh!) Thank you!"

not at all. piss is hardcore for straights or regular gays, not for the hot pigs all over this site. for me having a couple guys piss on me in an alley or some daddy pissing down my throat or up my ass is one of the most vanilla things I do or have done to me. I drink piss like most people drink coffee

Maybe the hardcore level goes up with how you use the piss. I think a quick pissing of myself as I sit in the hot sun, can be erotic. But it is likely a different kink level than my filling the ass of a hesitant sub and telling his partner, who's been watching me fuck, breed and fill his boi, to drink it.

Wrong. Dead wrong. It's true that beginning in the mid 90's, the number of new HIV infections each year began to fall significantly, because newly introduced treatments meant guys who were previously transmitting the virus most of the time, when they had unprotected sex, could now dramatically reduce or eliminate passing on their infection. PrEP has further reduced that transmission rate. That said: it's still a major health issue, it's just less likely that you will become poz than it once was. Once you do get it, you've got to treat it (which is a lifetime commitment and expensive) or you will almost certainly die much earlier than you would otherwise.

13. Doing the Devil's Work "You're a Devil worshipper?" I asked. It was hard to believe; Sir seemed so clean and fit. "I mean, you follow the devil?" "Yeah," Sir said. "I am a Devil worshipper." I stared at him. The light had changed; it wasn't the pure white of earlier. It had darkened and grown red. His skin glistened with sweat, and drops formed on the hair covering his muscular chest. "You mean," I started. I had to ask. His cock was buried in my hole, and the thought of a dark satanic orgy seemed really hot. "I mean. You're evil?" Sir still, not moving nor saying anything. I was terrified I had said the wrong thing, but then he smiled. 'No. Not evil. Don't worry." I relaxed. "He's never been about evil. He's about pleasure." Sir pushed his cock into me, his dickhead rubbing up against my prostate. I groaned in pleasure, and my dick continued to dribble pre-cum. "About fun," Sir continued, as he pushed his thick cock into my hole. I had never felt so full of cock before. "He's about this," he said, nodding to my hole. "Definitely about this." He pulled out again, and rubbed my p-spot some more. "Feels sooo good," I moaned. "Doesn't it?" Sir asked me. I nodded. "This is what Sarah Palin is really about. Pleasure. It's the puritanical Christians that fucked society." He was smiling; for a moment his eyes were glowing. Sir continued. "The ones that can’t take yes for an answer. This is our way of fucking back." He turned his head, the glow disappeared. It was just my head playing tricks on me. "I fucking love pleasure," Sir continued. The lights were definitely dimmer now, and the music was definitely louder. The room had filled up with even more men, and the room had the salty, musky odor of mansex mixed with the chemical scent of the crystal they were smoking. Sir pushed his cock deep into my hole. "Pure. fucking. pleasure," he said. I didn't think Sir had cum, and yet his dick burnt worse than any devil's dick could. My head was foggy. He hurt like a devil and had just told me he was a devil worshipper. He said it wasn't evil. It was all for pleasure. "Pleasure," he suddenly whispered in my ear. I moaned. He kissed me, and pistoned his cock in and out of me. "Please," I begged. I was still playing with my soft cock; I was surprised at how much pre-cum I was dripping. I wanted to cum so badly, only my dick wasn't cooperating with me. "Pleasure." "That's it. Embrace the fun. Sex and Drugs," he said. He paused, and nodded up to the music. There was a thumping deep house bass. "And pleasure." "Pleasure," I repeated. "Nothing but pleasure." "No fears. Just do what feels good, right?" He kissed me again, pressing his body against mine. He was hot and sweaty. Even with his hair, our bodies slid against each other. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. "Please. Give me your cock. Give me your load." Even though I had gotten bred barely twenty minutes ago, I needed another one. Sir was already in me. "Breed me." "I love to share my gift," he said. "A lot of guys here like to share their seed." "I want all of them," I said. I didn't care what kind of slut that made me. I was so fucking high and so fucking horny. I wanted every single guy in the room to unload in me. Besides, it was all fine. "Take every load." "Every fucking load that you can," Sir said. He was smiling at me, still fucking me. Only a few minutes ago, it had been painful and sore and hot and intense. But now, I had found the pleasure, and that pain had disappeared. Now it was relaxed, hot, dirty fun. "Show us how slutty you can be." "Make me drip with sperm," I grunted. The only thing I could focus on was the cock in my hole, and even then, my mind would race off to so many other thoughts. For a moment, I stared at his pentagram. It was coated with my pre-cum, from when Sir had pressed his body against mine. It looked so fucking hot in the now deep red light. There was nothing that should have held me back. I didn't have to worry about a disease. Everything was going to be fine. "Cum in me," I said. I wanted to feel his devil sperm inside me. "Cum in me. I'm on Prep." "I know," Sir said. "But you know. It's not perfect. You have to be careful sometimes. And really know what you want." He pushed the full length of his cock back inside me. I shivered in pleasure. "Please," I moaned. "Breed me." I knew what I wanted. I wanted his cock. I wanted his sperm. But most of all, as his dick dripped pre-cum into me, I wanted to be part of this orgiastic brotherhood. But the way Sir had spoken. I wondered. "Careful?" I asked. "Well. There's some Prep-resistant strains out there." He nodded towards the darkness and the city lights beyond. I had known about viral resistance. It had always been so very abstract, but now, it felt so close. The idea of getting infected had been scary just a few hours ago. But with so many hot poz cocks already in me, HIV didn't seem all that scary. It almost seemed kinda hot. The freedom to not worry any more. My dick was still dripping pre-cum. Even as dark as the idea of getting purposefully infected had an allure. It seemed so sexy, especially with a man like Sir. Or Colby. Or Jon. I wanted sperm inside me. I didn't care what would happen. But I tried to play it cool. "What?" I asked. "Yeah. Sometimes the drugs don't work against the virus. It can happen a lot with long-term survivors." He paused. "Although some guys seek it out." "Seek it out?" I asked. It sounded so hot. Prep didn't matter. Prep was the problem, not the solution. There were men that could infect me. The drugs were messing with my mind, but I couldn't help it. I wanted poz cum in my hole. "Yeah. Like the deacon of our Coven," Sir said. He nodded again to the mass of naked men around us, fucking. "He's got full-blown AIDS now. And he's resistant to Prep." I thought about how the Deacon's dick would feel barebacking my vulnerable hole. He would cum inside me, and his sperm would burn when it hit my rectal walls. Colby's sperm had only burnt for a few minutes. The Deacon's sperm would burn much longer. I wondered how long Sir's sperm would burn. Or Jon's. "But how?" I asked. In my hand, my dick was starting to grow. "Did it just happen?" "He bred it himself. Skipped doses of medicines. Let unmedicated guys fuck him. Used every drug he was offered. He was a total sleaze hound. And that's why he's the Deacon." The Deacon was poz, and my medications were defenseless against his strain. He could infect me. Infected. The word was a turn-on. "That's so," I started. I was playing with my dick and it was suddenly hard. "Hot?" Sir asked. He had noticed that my dick had grown. Compared to Sir's massive tool, it was small. But when I got hard, it was like steel. I arched my back, letting it stick straight up. "It's hard not to notice your dick," he said. I nodded. Sir leaned over me, and whispered in my ear. "Tell you what," he started. "Find me later tonight. If you haven't gotten what you need. I'll introduce you to him." He gave me a quick kiss. "If you still want it, of course." "Poz me," I said. I shivered when I said it. I shivered again when I realized that I meant it. I needed to be like all these men. I needed their freedom. They had stared down Death, and come out better for it. I wouldn't be satisfied until I got the Deacon's sperm. "Careful what you wish for," Sir whispered in my ear. "You may just get it." "Please. Fuck me. Breed Me. Poz Me." My dick was hard now. I couldn't believe how turned on I was, thinking about strange men fucking me raw. I didn't care about prep any longer. All that mattered was raw, unprotected, infected dick. "Poz me," I grunted again. "Poz me?" a new voice said. I opened my eyes, and saw Jon standing above me. He had lost the dark red codpiece, and his fat cock was hanging in front of him. He still had the motorcycle boots and the harness on, and he still looked like the devil. "I take it things are going well here," he said to Sir. "Right on schedule," Sir said. "He's an eager, hungry boy." "That's what I thought. You bred him yet?" "Not yet," Sir said. "Almost there." "You going to take his load?" Jon asked me. "You know, he's poz." "I know," I said. "It's hot." "I want to see you take his load," Jon said. He was smiling, and starting to play with his dick. "He's a hard fucker." "You should know," Sir said. "You're pretty damn evil yourself." I realized that these two older studs had fucked each other. Neither of them had been half-hearted fucking me; I wondered what it would be like when they got together. The fact that they had both bottomed only made them seem even more powerful. They had a choice, and they had decided to take dick. "Evil and toxic," Jon said. His dick was now hard. He leaned over the couch, placing his dick directly in front of my mouth. I started to lick it; I could taste cum and lube and spit. It tasted like he had put his dick up several more boys since he had fucked me. "Take it," Jon said, gently pressing his dick into my mouth. I gulped down on Jon's shaft. He was dripping pre-cum, and I lapped up every drop. "That's right," Sir said to me. "Get him hard." He turned his attention to Jon. "Want to fuck him after I'm done?" "You gonna give him your gift?" Jon asked. "Hell yeah," Sir said. "He was getting Colby's dick when I came over. So he's got experience." "I'm sure he does," Jon said. His cock was pressed against the back of my throat. I was glad he wasn't trying to push it any deeper; I was right at the edge of gagging. "He was pretty damn thirsty when we last met." I remembered when Jon had shoved his cock inside my hole. The fuck seemed like it had taken place years ago. "Leeease," I managed to grunt. It was hard to say anything with Jon's cock still filling my mouth. "Oz eee." Jon had fucked me barely a few hours ago. But despite how hard his cock was inside me, he didn't cum earlier. He owed me a load. "Fuck yeah," Sir said. His cock was a thick, solid shaft plunging in and out of my hole. I knew it had to hurt. I knew I was in agony from the fuck. But they were just facts. They didn't capture the full erotic intensity of what Sir was doing to me. The pain was all happening to someone else though. Instead, all I could feel was the pleasure, and the pleasure was almost overwhelming. "FUCK YEAH," he grunted again. "Breed him," Jon said. His cock was just as hard as Sir's dick, and even harder than I remembered it was earlier in the evening. "Give him your seed." "Leease," I repeated, still barely tolerating Jon's cock. "Ucking Oz Eee," I moaned. I needed Sir's cum. I didn't care if he was poz, neg, or had no idea. I just wanted sperm inside me. "FUCK," Sir moaned, and slammed his dick into me. He held himself deep, making sure that his dickhead was buried in my soft, vulnerable rectal walls. His cock throbbed, and pulsed, and the familiar warmth of semen filled my guts. "OH FUCK," Sir grunted again, and there was another spurt of his thick cream into my guts. "Give it to him." Jon was encouraging him, leaning in and kissing him on the lips. The two were abusing me; there was a familiar warmth starting to spread outward from my guts. From what Sir had told me, that meant he was filling me with an infected load. I moaned again. My ass was just warm, almost hot. But this time it wasn't a painful burning. This was just a persistent heat, and it slowly spread out from my stomach. "Feel that toxic load?" Jon asked. He was leaning over, looking down at me. "OOOOOHHH," I moaned. "FUUUCK," Sir responded, blasting another load of his toxic spunk into my guts. I had never even barebacked a day ago. Now I was hard as a rock, having high-viral load HIV sperm pumped into my body. I was having the time of my life. "TAKE. IT." Each word was more cum in my hole. "By the end of the night, Ke-" Jon started to say something, then saw Sir's glance. "Boy," he corrected himself. "You're going to be knocked up." He pulled his cock out of my mouth, finally giving me the chance to speak. "Fucking breed me," I moaned. "Poz me up." "Fuck YEAH," Sir yelped, and his cock pulsed one last time. Even after that last pulse, there was still a stream of cock-juice dripping into my hole. I could feel how hot it was, but the painful burn had still not returned. "That's it," Jon said. "Beg for it. That's what we want to hear from an eager boy like you." "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I moaned. Sir's dick was still dripping cum into me. I milked his cock, trying to get every last drop out. I couldn't stop thinking about how he had just filled me with poz sperm. Or that he was a self-professed Devil worshipper. I had been warned about this lifestyle, but now that I was part of it, I never wanted to leave. "You fucking came in me." "I did, boy. And you loved it. Look at your dick." My cock was hard and dripping, despite all the drugs I had done. I felt so good. Sir's cock felt great and his infected cum was soaking into my body. "Now. Take care of that load for me. Let it soak in." "Thank you, Sir," I said. The phrase felt right; I had never had the urge to call another man Sir, but today, it seemed natural. "I'll keep it as long as I can." "That's the right attitude," Sir said. He turned to Jon. "Had some K about thirty minutes ago and blew some clouds with me." Sir looked me over. "I think he can do more." "I'm sure he will," Jon said. Sir leaned in and kissed me. "Find me if you still need it," he whispered in my ear. Before I could say anything, he had gotten back up, and was sliding his dick out of my hole. "Damn, that's sloppy," Sir said. I felt like my guts were being pulled out with his cock, despite all the cum lubricating us. He left me empty; there was only a gentle warmth remaining. I was glad it wasn't the same burn I had with Colby; I may have begged for poz sperm just a few moments ago, but my head was finally starting to clear. "He'll get more," Jon said. Sir had pulled out the last of his cock, leaving me completely empty. "Right on," Sir said, and slapped my ass. My skin burnt where his hand hit me. "I'm sure you're going to get plenty more." He stood up from the sofa, walked into the cloudy darkness, and left me alone with Jon. Jon pulled me up so I was facing him, then wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. "Your hole," he said, and kissed me again. "So fucking used."

Most cities - Dallas, Houston, San Antonio, Ft Lauderdale - are good for 6-12 loads. But 24 hours in Sugar Land, Texas netted me 39. Rednecks, BBC, Latinos, Middle Easterners. It was mind blowing. My hole was swollen, bruised and sore.

l see a lot of stuff on here about incest and was wondering how many guys on here have actually gotten their cocks sucked by their own biological son and how did you feel about it? I have gotten my cock sucked by mine and I used to feel guilty about it but after a few times I got over that and just learned to love the amazing blowjobs. Also would like to hear from guys who have sucked their biological fathers cock, how it happened, how many times and how you feel about it. Would love to see pictures of real sons sucking off real fathers.

You looked pretty bloody fit in those black ones when we met, Andy...

Treat everyone as you would wish to be treated yourself, but perfect the art of not giving a damn about what others think of what you do with your genitals.

hard for me to say exactly how many men in a single day just because when I take loads in bathhouses I usually take most or all of them blindfolded so I have no idea how many loads I get fired into me are from repeat breeders. but during my highest 24 hr load total at a busy bathhouse spending 2 full days plus 8 hours straight in the bathhouse during pride weekend in Toronto where I literally made my hole available virtually the whole time including sleeping in the sling and on a public fuckbench I set a personal record for loads in a day (63) and a weekend (137) so I think I have probably been fucked by 40-50 men in 24 hrs when you consider how many guys like to sample a community cumdump at pride. and doing my thing in Thailand I can keep track of the number of men who fuck me. my biggest single day number in Thailand is 42 on a day where I did a couple private gang bangs and a bunch of 1 on 1 pump and dumps.

My 1st time was bareback, he was rough and tore me, it was a one time fling dogging at a park. I just turned 18 and had a gf but wanted to feel someone in me. Being a anal Virgin I was tight, it felt so wrong and so right I remember telling him I wanted him to wear a rubber, but I know he pulled it off right after I put it on. When he finished I felt his cock fall limply out with his cum following that feeling of warm cum dripping down your sack from the back turned me on. But feeling it cum down my leg not so much. I got tested a month later and was negative.

Fuck, this story needs a sequel!!! One of the best stories on this site for sure.

Bug Chaser looking to whore out at a poz party. 100 loads or more. My record is only 20. Any tops need a hole for a big party let me know

Yup I was a chicken until around 4 years ago when I had a trusted fuck buddy, I topped him bareback and realised how much I hated condoms. I went on PrEP soon after that and now I’ve switched to a bareback bottom whore who can’t get enough, although I will top, but BB only. The thought of covering up now is such a turn off.

Don’t “settle”. And trust it when people tell you you’re good looking.

So this guy hits me up in A4A and he’s 60. Ok shape still, no problem, I tell him I’m looking to breed. Then he responds something like “I always play safe, that’s why I’m negative and 60!” I respond something like “I’m neg too, always played safe, now on prep.” He responds “no thanks, not looking to take a load from a guy on Prep! Sorry!” So I said “no problem, enjoy being neg. I am, and will continue to be on prep!” Then he sends me some wise ass answer back. I blocked him. My point is dude your 60! And still bragging about being negative, and missing out of fucking for what? What are you waiting for?! Then you’ll be 65, then 70, then 75 still talking about “yeah I’m still neg!”. Ok, what did you win? This isn’t even really about Prep I guess, but at some point don’t u just let loose and enjoy life? I’m all for safe play, hell I still use condoms sometimes if it makes the dude comfortable. Just say “safe only” and leave it a that. Sorry, rant over!

Run....don’t meet up with that older man and begin a life long negative lifestyle of being gay.

Part 7 As soon as I opened the truck door, I was hit with the smell of piss. Colt sat there in the driver's seat, shivering a bit. "Slide over bitch." I said, and Colt scooted over to the other side. "Do you have my clothes?" He asked. "You mean these?" I replied pulling his phone out of his jean's before tossing everything into the truck bed as I climbed in the cab. "Don't worry, you don't need them yet." Colt looked at me with confusion. "And don't worry, I also have these." I said as I dangled the keys in front of him. "Thank god." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Can you take it off now?" He asked. "Yea....I don't think so." I answered. "What do you mean, I have to keep wearing it?" "Yup, and the plug too, for as long as I say. I am your Master, remember slave?" I taunted him. He just broke out into a big grin. "Whatever you say Sir!" He giggled. "Oh it's not funny bitch!" I said as I slapped him across the face. I was really getting into this. "For the rest of the weekend, I own you. Got that slut?" I glared at him. "Yes Sir." He replied, more humbly this time. "That's better, now kiss me." I ordered as I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into me. Our lips met and I could feel him melt into me. He radiated the smell of piss and b.o., but instead of being disgusted, it made my cock stir. It made me hot to have him smelling like the well used whore he was. We made out passionately for a few minutes before I pushed him off of me. "On the floor bitch!" I commanded him. "That's where slaves belong." "Yes Sir!" He replied as he scrambled to the truck floor. These next couple of days were going to be fun! I cranked up the truck and started driving. "So how do you feel slave?" I asked him. "Good Sir." He replied. "Sore. Can't imagine what I'm gonna feel like when I come down." "Well, that won't be for a while." I said, patting the goodies in my shirt pocket. "In fact, load us a fat bowl." I pulled out a baggie and a pipe. "But text your dad first." I said as I tossed him the phone. "Tell him your spending the weekend at my place." I smiled as Colt obeyed me without a word. Soon we were passing the pipe back and forth as we sped down the road. After a bit, I felt the urge to piss. "I gotta piss, slave." I announced. Colt replied, as if forgetting his current status, "I don't think we should pull into a gas station right now, Sir." "You stupid cumdump!" I admonished him as I slapped him hard. "Who said anything about a gas station? Now take my dick out and drink my piss!" Colt moved without another thought and popped open my fly, fishing my soft cock out and wrapping his lips around it. I let loose with my chem piss and softly groaned as his warm, wet mouth sucked down my every drop. What a good piss pig. "Um, Sir?" Colt began sheepishly. "I need to piss too." Well sure he did, what with all the piss he drank earlier. But if I knew Colt, I'm sure he had some empty bottles amongst the trash under the seat. I told him to dig around, and he managed to find an empty gatorade bottle. He placed his piss hole opening over the opening of the bottle and let loose, quickly filling it up. "Um, Sir?" He looked at me. "The bottles full and I still have to piss more." "Well, that is a conundrum now, isn't it slave? Guess you'll just have to empty the bottle. Now drink it down like a good little piss pig, then you can refill it." Damn I was loving my new superior position over Colt. He knew there was no point in arguing as he raised the bottle to his lips and chugged it down before quickly filling it up again. "Sir?" He began again. "I still have more piss in me." "Damn you've got a big bladder. Well, that sucks for you, cause we're saving that second bottle." I let him know. "I guess you'll just have to piss on your truck floor." "Yes Sir." He said reluctantly as he hung his head. I was surprised, I didn't think anything shamed Colt. But I smiled as he let go with the rest of his urine, which wasn't too much really, but enough that it collected in his floor mat, and he was forced to sit in it. Eventually we arrived at our destination. I had been scoping out leather shops and bookstores previously, and had found a leather shop that very obviously catered to gay men. We pulled into the dark parking lot, and thank goodness it was still open for another hour. It was only 11 PM. I hopped out of the truck and grabbed Colt's clothes from the bed. I opened the passenger door and pulled a naked Colt out into the night air. "Here." I said as I tossed him his jeans. He scrambled into them as I grabbed his Bowie knife from the glove box. I forced him to lean over the hood of his truck, arms spread wide. "These are not nearly slutty enough for a whore such as yourself." I said as I pierced the denim with his knife. In just a few moments, I had turned his wranglers into a pair of Daisy Dukes, short enough to see the bottom of his ass cheeks, and a tiny bit of his junk too. I kept his big belt buckle on him, I liked that. Then I tossed him his boots, no socks, and I quickly sliced his shirt into a makeshift bandana and wrapped it around his neck. Then I plopped his cowboy hat atop his head and stood back to enjoy my handiwork. My dick stirred as Colt looked just like one of those Tom Ford pictures, the nearly naked muscled cowboy. I made him strike a few poses as I snapped pics on my phone. Then we entered the shop. It was late, so there was only one other customer in there, besides the two men behind the counter. I told Colt to walk around the store and check things out as I walked up to the counter. The first guy was middle aged, graying beard, bit of a belly. The other guy was older, bald, skinny, with copious amounts of body hair, fully displayed beneath the leather vest he wore. I approached the first guy. "You guys got ID's?" He asked. "Gotta be 18 to be in here." I pulled out my wallet and showed him. "Just barely I see. Him too?" "Yea, he's 18 too." I replied. "Ok, I'll believe you." He said. "What can I do for you boys?" "Well, first, I was wondering if you could recommend a motel close by. Nothing fancy, the sleazier the better." The guy laughed a bit. "Oh yea? You guys smell like a couple of dirty rest stop bathrooms. Lookin for a place to parTy, are we?" "Yup. We've been at it a few hours, getting nasty, and we need a place to continue for the weekend." "Oh yea, now what kind of nasty have two sweet faced cowboys like you been up to?" "See my whore over there? He's taken 18 loads tonight. All in his slutty jock pussy. He's been double fucked and fisted." "Bullshit." Said the counter guy. "I can prove it." I said, pulling out my phone. I showed him some pics and bits of video I had taken. " Sorry I can't show you right now the double fucking or the fisting. I was involved in those. But that whore has a big fat plug up his hole right now. Come here slut!" I called to Colt. He had been talking to the customer who was a short, portly man. He sauntered over and stood next to me. "Here, feel." I said as the clerk walked from behind the counter. I took his hand and slid it into the rear of Colt's shorts. I could see him run his hand around the plug, using his finger to trace Colt's anal ring and feel just how big it was. Colt moaned softly as he was inspected, and my cock got hard from treating Colt like a piece of meat.The clerk then put his other hand on Colt's crotch. "Nice." Said the clerk. "Still caged. Good slut. So you said you boys wanted to continue this party?" "Yup, this whore's ass is still open for business. Interested?" "Hell yea." Said the clerk. "Prime buck like him? I know my partner would be too. We could join you after we close. Hey Tony, come here." He said to the other clerk. "That your partner?" I asked. "Oh, no. My partner's at home. But Tony and his partner might be interested too." "The more the merrier." I said. "My bitch will take any cock I tell it too." I could see Colt blush slightly as we talked about him like the object he was. But I knew the slut loved it. "So what's up?" Asked Tony. "Kinda heard a bit. You boys looking for some action?" "Yup." I said. "This sluts already been busted wide open tonight. But the whore wants more. Don't you whore?" "Yes Sir." Replied Colt with a smile. "Tell the men what you want, bitch!" I ordered him. "I want cocks and cum in my slutty teenage jock pussy, Sirs!" He proudly declared. I smiled in approval. "Well, it certainly is an eager young beaver, isn't it?" Said Tony as he slipped his hand into the back of Colt's shorts, feeling the fat plug back there. "Oh yes, nice. I'm sure my partner will agree. It's been a while since we had such a hot young toy to play with." "Tell you what," I started, "give me your numbers and I'll text you when we check in. And feel free to invite anyone else over that you think might be interested." "Will do." Said the first clerk. "Between Tony and me, we should be able to find some more willing participants. My names Earl, by the way." The two clerks gave me their numbers and I texted them both some hot pics of my slave. "Feel free to share these with anyone you wish." I said. "This piece of trash has no shame." "Obviously." Laughed Earl, as Tony went to ring up the only other customer. "Go ask that man if he wants to join our party." I instructed Colt. He obediently walked right over and asked the man. "Would you like to come over and fuck me as well?" Colt asked him directly. This flustered the man who probably never had such a hot man proposition him in his life. "I can't." He stammered. "I have to get home to my wife." "How about a blow job then, real quick in the parking lot?" I interjected. "My slave has had 18 loads in his cunt, but as yet hasn't swallowed one tonight. I'm sure it's thirsty for some cum." "Ok." He said as he picked up the magazines he had purchased. "Let's go then." Colt and I followed him out side. "Be right back." I said to the two clerks as they were already both on their phones texting. I smiled as I watched my hot slave follow the trollish guy outside. We walked around the back of the building where there was a big ole trash dumpster. Perfect, I thought to myself self. Trash by the trash. The man leaned against the wall as Colt dropped to his knees, unbuttoning the man's pants. My dick got rock hard again as I watched my hot fucking muscle cowboy slave bury his face into the man's belly and started slurping away. The man gripped Colt's shoulders as his mouth dropped open in ecstasy. Colt sucked him as hard as he could and in about two minutes the man was pumping a load of his troll cum right into Colt's hungry mouth. Of course I filmed the entire thing. After Colt had sucked down every drop of cum, the man quickly buckled back up, mumbled a thank you, and got in his car and quickly got out of there. I walked over to Colt and stood him up pushing him against the wall. I kissed him hard and deep, tasting the cum of the troll. "God damn you're such a nasty piece of trash." I said as I slapped him across the face. We went back inside and quickly picked out a wide variety of toys, leather items and bondage gear, quickly dropping two grand of the money Colt had just made. Then we headed over to the sleazy hotel we had been recommended. It was perfect. Dingy with a musty oder to it, and close to a truck stop. The ideal environment for my nasty slave. I wasted no time texting our new friends and both quickly replied saying they would be over shortly and had rustled up some friends to join. I smiled in anticipation of Colt getting used more and more. It wasn't long before Earl texted that he and his partner John were on the way. I took this time to prepare Colt with another bump. My dick got hard as I had Colt lay back on the bed. I pulled out the plug, marveling at the rosebud before me. I tied off his bicep and slowly slid my throbbing cock into his angry red hole. Then I inserted the needle into his bulging vein. My cock throbbed deep inside of him as I pushed down on the plunger. I released the band as Colt reacted to the rush going through his body. Then I wrapped my arms around his trunk like thighs and power fucked him for all I was worth. "Oh yeah, take that you fucking WHORE!" I snarled. "This is where a piece of slut trash like you belongs. On your back in a sleazy motel, high as fuck and taking cock. And you're gonna take ALL the cock I can find for you this weekend. You're gonna fucked so hard, stretched wide open, and filled with so much cum you won't be able to go to school come Monday. I'm going to turn you into a bigger whore than you ever thought possible!" Colt just laid there beneath me, mumbling as I plowed him. "Yes Sir! Fuck me Sir! I'm your whore. I love you so much Master. Please use me as you wish!" "Don't worry your pretty whore head about that! You are nothing more than a worthless faggot cumdump, and that's exactly how you're going to be treated!" I pounded Colt non-stop for a good ten minutes before there was a knock on the door. "Doors open!" I shouted. It swung open and Earl and John walked in decked out in full leather. As soon as I got a look at them, I let out a loud groan and dumped another hot load into the hungry hole beneath me. Then I pulled out, spit on his face and slapped him. "The whore's all yours gentlemen." I said to our guests. "His holes are open for business. No limits."

I think because sometimes we bottle it up so much when we finally let loose we dive into the deep end

I used to use condoms and I enjoyed getting fucked. Then once I experienced a massive load spraying in me, things changed. Then during a group/all night party of Gus coming and going, I took 8 loads. It felt like people were just using me and at some parts I had no idea who was fucking me or who just came in me . Once I felt the feeling of being used combined with feeling of a cock finishing In me, then being replaced by another one that clearly enjoys how everyone’s cum feels, I was hooked. Something clicked and I just understood from that point on i feel good and need people that I don’t know to cum in my ass.

Short answer: bc it’s fun! long answer: positive reinforcement. We fantasize about it until we get a chance to pull the trigger, and when we let loose with a top or tops who use us the way we fantasized about and it’s good, we tie the pleasure of being fucked like a slut with the identity of being a slut. It’s like a tramp stamp on our sexuality and we crave the experience more and more.

Yeah, thanks to our old friend alcohol, l have fucked him up the ass a few times. He has a very feminine body so he actually looks like a hot girl from behind when he's down on his hands and knees dressed like a slutty hooker in a wig, heels, stockings, skirt, halter top, bra and panties so it honestly doesn't even feel gay. His hole actually feels like a pussy more than and asshole. I can usually resist that big juicy bubble butt, but that throat is pure magic. I sit back in a chair and watch some hot porn while he kneels in front of me in a sexy outfit and literally milks my cock with his heavenly throat. And for those who wanna criticize, I did not initiate. The first couple times he sucked my cock l didn't even know it was him but he knew that was me and he went out of his way to let me know he is a talented cocksucker. But when I first found out I had blown my load down my own sons throat l was a little mortified for awhile.

My son sucked my cock this morning. Faggots are the BEST cocksuckers and my boy has more experience than most.

I'm a son who has had his dick sucked by his dad, but I was 30 at the time so I could give full understanding consent. I wanted to suck my dads cock at a much younger age.

Weird world . We eat asses etc but freak at double dipping chips n dip at a party lol now hand sanitiser .

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

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

Just wrapping this up. I've re-enabled 'sad' (it was in there, but disabled). And I added piggy 🐷. Like and upvote can't easily be combined because like can't be disabled and making like upvote would result in a weird UI/UX. I think that about takes care of it.

Most of Hitler & Mussolini's commandeering of private enterprise came as part of the war effort. In that respect, the US, UK, etc. were no different during the war. It's what nations at war DO. No reputable historian classifies Hitler as a "socialist", least of all because of his appropriation of the term "socialist", any more than East Germany or North Korea were/are classified as democracies simply because one was the "German Democratic Republic" and the other is the "Democratic People's Republic of Korea". One could cite approximately a hundred examples of regulations and executive orders of his being struck down on both statutory and constitutional grounds. One could cite the myriad court cases he's lost trying to keep records of his administration hidden. Those are hallmarks of dictatorship, as are his incessant demands for personal loyalty. Even now, as a lame duck president, he's firing officials who he perceived as "insufficiently loyal" during the election, even though they will all be out of a job soon along with him. And he tried, though too late, to shift a huge portion of the classified civil service - the permanent workforce of subject-matter experts who serve EVERY administration - into the category of "fire at will" - again, so he could purge anyone he suspected of disloyalty. Most of his net worth is a mirage. As a private company, he doesn't have to disclose audited financial statements to the public like a public corporation would. But whenever the press gets hold of documentation as to his income, expenses, and assets and liabilities, they show he's worth far less, and makes far less, than he pretends. That's been his MO his entire life, from when he used to claim to own all the apartment buildings his dad actually held, in order to appear to be a billionaire long before he was worth that, if ever. Then you're simply not paying attention. Odd how even the Trump Justice Dept. keeps bringing charges against Trump-supporting "Proud Boys" and "Boogaloo Boys" and other groups for inciting riots at what had been peaceful BLM protests - riots they try to pin on the BLM supporters. As for hysteria, call it whatever you want, but they're still rejecting all sorts of scientific and physical evidence.

From my first cock at an early age (my dads) to the first time I fucked my own sons... never a condom. I taught my kids to breed freely and never use a condom.....if any of the kids friends want to fuck it must be raw.

Part 11 "Now? You all warmed up?" Mr. Kelly and Mr. Miller were talking to each other like when teachers talk to each other during class. They pretend we're not there and completely ignore us. What were they talking about? Mr. Miller answered Mr. Kelly. "You two have been playing all day. I'd say you're more than warmed up. The points are in the case in my bag." I was so lost. "Points? Are we playing a game or something? How many points do I have?" They all laughed. Even Justin. I thought he was on my side. "What's funny?" "Relax Jake. We'll explain. It's all about having as good a time as you can have. We want to do that for you. We want to make this first night so good and pleasurable that you never forget it. I know I'll always remember fucking you." The last part Mr. Miller whispered in my ear. I moaned a little hearing him say that. I realized then that I would do whatever it took to make this as fun as possible for all of us. I just didn't know what it was. But then Mr. Kelly, pulling out a case asked, "How do you feel about needles Jake?" "Needles? What? Wait...no I don't like needles. I don't think I want to do anything that involves needles." Mr. Miller pulled me in. "It's ok Jake. It's the same stuff you've been smoking so you already know what it is. It's just a little more fun and a little more intense this way. You trust us don't you?" His free hand was moving up the inside of my thigh. It would be hard to resist even if I was deathly afraid of needles. Mr. Kelly came over to the bed with the case and a belt. This was happening now and I was starting to get anxious. This felt like an escalation I definitely wasn't ready for. "Now we just need to tie this around your bicep so we can get the veins to stick out. Although looking at your arms I see your veins pretty well. We'll just do this to make sure." "Wait why do I have to go first?" "Well we have to do it on you but we all know how to do it to ourselves. You don't want us to do it to you while we're already high. Now that would be dangerous. We'll catch up quick. We're good at it." "So you do this all the time?" "Nah, but we know how to do it so it's not too hard." He was wrapping the belt around my bicep now. I was trying to control my breathing. Nerves. Mr. Kelly opened the case and then asked Mr. Miller "Which one is the beginner dose?" "Beginner dose? Jake-y doesn't need a beginner dose. I saw how he took those hits." Mr. Kelly shot Mr. Miller a look that I couldn't read but proceeded by taking a needle out. No one had called me Jake-y since my parents called me that as a child. I was just as vulnerable now in this moment as when I was a kid. "Uuuuhhh is it ok if I don't look?" Mr. Miller turned my face to him. "Just look at me. I can talk you through it and you don't have to look. Just get ready to feel better than you ever have before ok?" I nodded. "You're going to feel a cold swab. It's just the alcohol to keep things clean....Ok now a little prick. There you go. See? Not so bad. He's just pulling the needle out just a little. Oh yeah that's good Mike. And now he's pushing it all the way down. Now as soon as he takes off the belt I want you to raise that arm ok?" I nodded. I felt nothing. Justin started removing the belt and once he pulled it off, I raised my arm above my head. It hit me like a truck. I sat up to put my arm up but the shot threw me back down against the headboard and a huge coughing fit put me on my back in the bed. I could feel the warmth working into my entire body and the tingling I felt before was something else entirely now. All I could get out was an "Oh fuck" at first. I was writhing around a little. It felt like my body was trying to jump out of it self. I had lost all control and it was freaking me out. Once Mr. Kelly put everything down he laid down beside me and held me. I leaned into him. "You're good. This all just means it's working. You just wanna ride this out. Accept it into you and give in to it." He was rubbing my chest but I was still moving around with no control. "Fuck how much did you put in there?" Mr. Miller didn't respond. He was giving himself a shot. He coughed twice and then said "Ooooohhh yeah. Fuck yes. That's good." He was in much better control than I was. I was still trying to ride the wave. It was like electricity coursing through me over and over. Eventually the fear started to subside and the high settled in. That's when I felt what they wanted me to feel. The high that is impossible to describe. A high that feels good but a high that makes you hungrier. I could feel it. The room that opened with a couple hits...the walls were just torn down. I caught a glimpse of the screen and it looked like only the bottom and one of the tops was left. "I'm about to cum" the top said. "Breed me" the bottom yelled. "Breed me" I shouted out in the room. All the men responded and Mr. Kelly turned my face to him. "That's right son. Feels good doesn't it? This is going to be the best night of your life." "Fuck dad. Yeah this feels so good. Fuck me dad. I need you inside me. I want your cum in me." Mr. Miller was standing at the foot of the bed listening and stroking his long cock. "Fuck yeah Jake-y." He let go of his cock and put both hands on my ankles slowly moving them up. My legs were still jerky but he had full control. He maintained eye contact as he got closer. "I've been waiting to get inside you for so long. Are you ready for this 10 inch cock to fuck you raw?" I just moaned. Even making words was hard. It felt like only the filthiest shit was coming out of my mouth. So when I was able to speak when he touched my ass with his big hands I said, "Mr. Miller I wanna feel you shoot your hot cum inside me. I need that huge cock." "Do you want me to use a condom Jake?" I shook my head. "Tell me Jake. I need to hear it. Do you want me to use a condom." "Fuck no Mr. Miller. Fuck me raw. I need my history teacher to fuck me bare." "Guess that slam worked." I almost forgot Justin was in the room. I looked over at him. He was stroking his thick cock and was holding what looked like my phone. I could have sworn that was my case but it didn't occur to me to ask about it. Mr. Miller was about to lay his body on top of mine. I felt his weight press against me. My body was still ringing from the shot and it felt more intense with another body on top of me. I pushed my body up trying to press even harder into Mr. Miller our cocks rubbing against each other. It was then that I realized how much of that tingling was centered in my cock and hole. I was so sensitive that Mr. Miller's body was getting me wild. "This is so wrong." I managed to say between moans. "You shouldnt be doing this. Getting one of your students high and then fucking him." "Yeah? You think what I'm doing is fucked up? Fucking one of my students after I got him an adult sized slam?" I nodded as we looked each other in the eyes. "Youre fucking right. This is so fucked up. That's why you want it so bad isnt it? Because it is so wrong.This is what you want isnt it? Sex that is this [banned word]? Is that in your darkest fantasies? [banned word] fucking?" He said those last words in a whisper right into my ear. I just moaned. The high changed me. Or it was bringing the real me out. This should have scared me but I was too high to care. "Yeah Mr. Miller. I want you. Fuck me," He lifted himself off me and shifted down between my legs. He lifted my ass and spread my cheeks apart. "You shave your hole boy?" I shook my head. "Aw fuck. Naturally smooth hole. I need to taste this." His tongue probed my hole and I felt the scratchiness of his 5 oclock shadow brush against me. I moaned loud and Mr. Kelly who was on the bed the entire time stifled my moan with a kiss. We were making out like animals again. My high just making me give in to my basest desires. "Fuck dad this is so hot. I love you dad." Even with how high I was I did pause not believing what I had said. Mr. Kelly smiled. "I love you too son. Youll always be my boy." We kissed even harder as Mr. Miller tongue fucked me. Then I felt Mr. Miller lift my legs and place them onto his shoulders. Mr. Kelly broke our kiss and we both looked at Mr. Miller. "You ready for this Jake? I'll go slow. I want you to feel every inch of this raw cock. He placed the head of his cock at my hole and rubbed his leaking precum on it teasing me. I could feel some soreness from being fucked by Mr. Kelly twice already today but it didnt matter. I wanted this and whatever else was waiting for me tonight. Looking into my eyes he pushed the head in and pushed another inch into me. "Oh fuck you're tight. Holy fuck. How are you still so tight after you had that in you?" Mr. Kelly laughed. He was stroking his thick cock as if to remind me what Mr. Miller was talking about. "Wait til he clenches his hole on you. It will make you work so hard not to cum." With that reminder I tried to tighten my hole around Mr. Miller's cockhead. "Fuck! Oh my g--" Mr. Miller liked it. I did it once more and that changed the look on his face into something that almost looked more sinister. "Beautiful smooth tight boy. I'm gonna take this slow so our first time together will last but dont worry Jake. I am going to flood your insides with my load." He pushed in deeper. He was big. "I'm about halfway in. How does that feel?" Halfway in? At this rate his cock would puncture a lung. But it felt good pushing into me. The pressure was what I was missing since Mr. Kelly pulled out of me a few hours before. "Youre so big Mr. Miller." "I'm not as thick as Mr. Kelly over here but I'm longer." As he slowly pushed the rest of his cock in he looked at me feeling the pain and the pleasure of his big cock. "How does it feel knowing that your history teacher is the first guy to touch you so deep inside with his raw cock. Oh fuck I love making you roll your eyes to the back of your head....Fuck youre so tight and warm." I was just moaning. He was so deep and it was like he had hit a second spot that Mr. Kelly didnt reach. To hit that spot while I was so high I was still feeling that warmth running through me made me writhe under him uncontrollably. "Yeah boy. Fuck thats good." He kept the strokes slow always pulling out until just his head was inside me and all the way until his balls were pressed against my ass. When he pulled out I could feel the emptiness I felt before. When he pushed in I could feel him stretching me again. But I wanted more. I brought my hands to his ass and tried to pull him in more. "You like that?" he asked looking me in the eyes. "Hold it there." He pushed fully in and held it. Then I felt him flex his cock in my hole and I moaned loud pushing up to kiss him. I squeezed my hole around his cock now so deep in me and he moaned into my mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth. I squeezed as hard as I could and his moan in my mouth was a word. "fuuuuuck." Then I felt that flex again but I knew this time he was shooting his cum deep in me. He flexed multiple times and I could feel his body against me shaking. It was a different spasm from Mr Kelly cumming into me. With the high I was still feeling really intensely somehow I felt like I could feel that cum shooting into me. I kept a hold on his ass so he wouldn't pull out. "I think I felt your cum shooting in me." "I shoot loads hard. I can cum really far so I bet you felt my cum like a bullet inside you. I wanted for this to last but I wanted that tight smooth hole for so long and finally feeling my raw cock so deep in your teen body--it was too much to hold back." "Fuck that's so hot. I'm glad you didn't hold back." Just hearing that made me ready to get fucked again. The electricity of the slam was still running through me. That's when I heard Justin. "That was so fucking hot. Is it my turn yet?"

Early this morning, I'm on Grindr and I'm smoking and the more I smoke, the more uninhibited I become. I then saw a guy with a hot body and a screen name with devil in it. He hits me up, "you bottom?" I replied, "Sure." Address? 16 minutes later he's at my door, I have it dark. He walks in takes me to the bed pushes my head toward the center of the bed while positioning my legs and ass where he wants me. In the mirror I see this 5'7" chiseled stud with a red beard and a beautifull huge fat cock and above it his cock below the band line is a bio tat. I took the can of Maximum Impact and sprayed it into a sock and inhaled deeply. As I felt the world exlpoding around me he was fucking me so intently he began to explode inside me! I reached back and with both hands, I pulled his body as close to me as possible and he pushed his poz cock as far up inside me as possible and he moaned. It was so fucking awesome.

As Glen shot into my hole, I had to admit that the feeling of cum in me was starting to turn me on. I laid there, cradled by the pair of them like something they needed to feed and feed off. The grim realisations can hold off for an hour or two, right now I’m starting to understand why guys chase and become cum addicted. The seed deposits soak in to you. Creating a stronger deeper connection with who you’re with. That moment feels like it could last forever. You bond. Perhaps I needed to be shown that, I needed that urge to be forced upon me. So I could see for myself. It was as if the toxic cum decided on me regardless and had begun its takeover, its rewiring. Like I said, I was starting to understand. “How you feeling now Dan. Happy you’ve begun a new life?” That freaked me out. I was drunk and stumbled into a sauna on the wrong evening and now here I was being assimilated into the poz brotherhood. Wait… I’d read that phrase before and now I’m thinking it? I need to get out of here before it’s too late. Steve shoved the poppers under my nose again “It’s time you tasted my cock Dan. It’s been in you already, so nice to complete the circle". I started to play with my own cock, now harder than ever. Glen brushed my hand aside and began to lick my cockhead. The connection was beginning to overwhelm my senses. No wonder they called it a brotherhood. Being like this was something far closer and more erotic than just lovers. Glen was muttering encouragement to me as I sucked him off. “Oh mate. You’re doing very well. I think we should take this elsewhere. What do you think Steve?” Steve removed his mouth from my cock “Fuck yes, maybe see if the sling is free” “Good idea. It usually isn’t free but we can get Dan to the front of the queue. What’s the point of running a night like this if we don’t get first dibs? The others will understand the need to fast track Dan. Maybe one or two of them can pitch in with the next round of recruitment” "There’s another round? What the fuck is this? I saw the sling area earlier and there were a handful of guys hanging around it, all taking it in turns on some poor guy they’d ballgagged. There was no way I was going to get involved in…" “Sniff, Dan. You’re going to love it… eventually.” Oh man.

Just to clarify, not looking to physically hurt anyone. I'm more into the dom-sub dynamic and turned on by knowing that a bottom wants to give himself up completely in this way. Turned on by rougher sex, pulling his hair, shoving my cock up in him raw, sensing some resistance, reducing the boy to pure hole, etc. But I'm also into the gentler connections and so I'm torn about this scenario. I'm looking for ideas on how to manage the scene so it's hot for both without getting too out of hand or "staged".

Hey ashattacks-great topic you brought up! And one I find totally!!!! hot. Once a guy is of legal age,he should find an older dude to teach him what it's all about. Show him how to suck cock,take cock,loads etc. An older,daddy type can also act as a mentor,guiding the"son" through his first expieriences say at an arcade,sex party,bath house etc. Kinda get him off on the right track you see, showing the son that its all about having sex as much as possible. This helps build confidence and self esteem in the male bonding process. And also there's the possibility of an "affectionate,loving" relationship that could develop-which is also a good thing.