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It had been some hours since I was delivered to this place by Peter and Aidan, and I was starting to show signs of wear and tear. I had stopped counting loads at twenty, and that was quite a long time ago. When I had first walked in the room, I was set upon by a group of men of all shapes and sizes who swarmed around me and began groping and rubbing me all over. One had eventually encouraged me to bend over a little, before a whole succession of them took turns rimming and fingering me. Eventually I started to be given several huffs of poppers that got my head swimming, before I was suddenly pulled up, pushed towards a rig in the corner, turned around and lifted off my feet and into a sling. Before I really knew what was happening my ankles were raised and pushed through some leather hoops, and then my wrists had been lifted and secured to the chains using the cuffs I was wearing. The rimming had continued for some time after that, but eventually moved on to a lot more fingering. I repeatedly felt them nicking my insides with their nails while they were doing this, causing me to wince and yell out until a big chubby bear turned my head to the side and stuck his girthy cock down my throat to silence me. He didn’t pull it out until the first of the cocks had been pushed up inside me and the fucking had begun. Every single man in the room had fucked and bred me while I was in the sling, ordering me to take their “toxic loads”, “hot loads” and “personal strains”. I was strangely numb during all of this, just looking up at each of them as they pounded me hard. All of them had tattoos of some description, including biohazard symbols, scorpions, skulls and crossbones, and one of them with a giant cobra winding down his torso to the snake’s flared, open mouth above his groin. I concluded these were all markings to indicate their status as aggressive poz fuckers. Once I had been bred in the sling by everyone, I was allowed a bit of respite and fresh air in a small courtyard out the back. I chose to stand to get the blood back into my arms and legs, which invited several men to come up behind me and push their cocks into my sloppy rear end. At some point a cigarette was pushed between my lips, and I happily stood there and smoked a couple while being gently fucked. I had enjoyed smoking a bit as a teenager, and as I stood in this place knowingly having a deadly virus repeatedly pumped into my backside, my previous health concerns about puffing on cigarettes seemed to fade. In due course I was then taken back inside, pushed onto a padded bench, strapped down and a blindfold put on me. A pair of headphones was then put over my ears, blocking out almost all sound and pushing me into a state of sensory deprivation. From then on all I could feel was the hard pounding I was taking up the arse, as well as the taste and stretching of the occasional cock pushed into my mouth and down my throat. Based on the tang of blood and cum on some of them, I guessed they were fresh from breeding me. This is how my night continued. Time seemed to lose all meaning, so I never knew how long I had been in each position before I was released, taken back outside and allowed to drink some water and smoke a few more cigarettes. However, the final time I was escorted outside (after having been on my knees on a mat taking a succession of double-fuckings) dawn had broken. There were considerably fewer men present by then, and my final stint indoors was a more sedentary affair as I got on all fours and took a few low-energy spitroastings. Once it was all over, I was hauled to my feet by a couple of hairy, slightly chubby guys in leather while everyone else remaining headed out and left. The two guys had surprisingly gentle expressions on their faces, and took the time to check how I was. They then escorted me through a side door to a filthy bathroom where I was able to take a quick shower while still dressed in all the the leather gear, and then once they dried me off with a raggedy towel they led me out of the building to a white van. I was put in the back, which was fitted out with a dirty mattress, and then they climbed in the front and set off. As there were no windows in the back I just lay on the mattress, braced myself against the sides and closed my eyes, passing out into a deep sleep almost immediately. I therefore had no idea how long we had been driving when I was awoken by one of the guys opening up the back door to allow the fluorescent light of a garage to pour in. I climbed out and then followed them into a house attached to the garage, which I was surprised to find was just an ordinary dwelling. “Here you go” said one of the guys, “welcome to the Moulin Spooge.” “The Moulin Spooge?” I croaked. “Just a fun little name we have for our home” replied the other. “Now, let’s get you to bed so you have some energy for this evening.” “This evening?” I asked. “Round two” he replied. I sighed, too tired to even ask any more. I allowed them to lead me into a bedroom, where I collapsed onto the bed face first. I felt my legs being lifted and my boots removed, before sleep took me over and I passed out, not knowing what the evening would bring but knowing I would take it all.

The journey to the life I now lead began on my 19th birthday, in the tropical setting of the Whitsunday Islands in Australia. I was there for my gap year before university, and while I was mostly staying in cheap hostels on my trip, my family had paid for me to stay for a few nights at a luxury resort in the Whitsundays for my birthday. At the time I would rather they had just given me the money, but hey. I had arrived relatively late one night, and after the best sleep of my trip so far, I had spent the day relaxing by the pool and on the beach, taking full advantage of the free food and drink at the all-inclusive resort. That evening, as I sat by the pool and sipped on the champagne cocktail I had chosen to splash out a bit of extra cash to buy to celebrate my birthday, I kept noticing a couple of guys eyeing me up. They looked to be in their 40s or maybe early 50s, they were both pretty rugged and muscled, and the matching rings they wore suggested they were a couple. They would look away when I caught their eye, but each time their gaze would fall on me again shortly after. It was clear they were interested in me, and the longer this went on and the more of the cocktail I drank, the more fervent the butterflies in my stomach got. I was the popular kid at school. Tall, athletic, and apparently good looking based on the interest girls showed in me. My involvement in virtually every sport going, as well as a regime of training at the gym from the age of 16, had given me a great body that I continued to work on in Australia, even though I had to make do with lifting rocks at the beach rather than working out in an actual weight room. My time in the sun Down Under had also resulted in a nice tan all over, and I continued to shave much of my body hair to remain smooth and allow my muscles to really shine. My normally dark blond hair had lightened under the sun, and I kept it short and simply styled. I had lost my virginity at 15, and had a steady stream of girlfriends until I left for Australia. Indeed, I had also hooked up with quite a few women on my trip. However, I did have a curiosity about guys too. Not a longing or desire as such, but I did occasionally wonder what it would be like to be with a man. As the older couple continued to leer at me, and the alcohol loosened my inhibitions, I decided to see where this would go so I could perhaps satisfy that curiosity. To cut a not particularly long story short, before the day was out I was on my hands and knees on their bed, experiencing my first spitroast. The two guys, Aidan and Peter, were energetic and just the right amount of aggressive in their regular alternation between my front and back ends, such that I was rarely without both their sizeable cocks inside me. I loved it, and got to enjoy taking several loads from each of them up my arse and down my throat before dawn broke. For the remainder of my time in the Whitsundays I served as their cumdump. We spent almost all our time together, and I got to know them as kind and generous guys who had had to get creative with their sex lives given they were a pair of pure tops who had happened to fall hopelessly in love with one another. I, meanwhile, explored this new-found passion I had for bottoming, and was basically open to anything they wanted to show me. Double-fucking, bondage, fisting – you name it, we did it. They had travelled to the islands prepared for whatever they found, meaning I could be fully inducted into the ways of mansex with all the supplies you would ever need. We parted ways when my stay at the resort came to an end but with a promise that I would give them a call when I arrived in Sydney, which I had decided would be the city I stayed in for a longer period to find some work and earn some money before I set off on my travels again. Sure enough, a few weeks later I got in touch with them as I prepared to leave Melbourne, and was pleased when they insisted I save money on a hostel by staying with them for a bit. It wasn’t said directly but clearly implied that my rent would be paid with my holes, which I was absolutely fine with. Despite not being entirely sure about myself after I left the islands, and continuing to sort of believe I'd get a girlfriend back in the UK at some point, I soon found that I had an almost unquenchable desire to be fucked again. I had therefore been happily taking cock across the country as I travelled around, using hook-up apps, bars and even the odd public park as my means of meeting men. Despite being barebacked by Peter and Aidan, I had played safe thereafter and made every guy who got inside me use a condom. I wasn’t to know that I would never use one again as I boarded the bus to Sydney. I ended up staying with them for several months, occasionally going off travelling for a couple of weeks at a time, but otherwise working in a couple of shops, hitting the gym regularly, taking in all the entertainment and amenities Sydney had to offer, and then getting loaded up at night. Aidan and Peter enjoyed hosting parties, and I was soon one of the attractions on offer in their luxury apartment when their friends came to visit, often donning a skimpy waiter’s outfit over my increasingly muscular frame to notionally serve drinks and canapes to their guests but actually more so there was something for the various male visitors to rip off. For some reason I never asked anyone to use condoms, trusting in Peter and Aidan to look out for me. I even gained a sort of boyfriend in their close friend Jurgen, a Swedish ex-pat who lived nearby and had always been a regular dinner guest, and who now borrowed me on regular occasions to spend the night with him. In essence, I had become a very happy and well looked after manwhore. However, it was all too quickly the end of my time in Australia. Given the fun I was having and the money I was earning, I decided to cancel my plans to head over to New Zealand for a month and instead just stay in Sydney longer and then head straight back to the UK from there in August, prior to starting my university degree in late September. A couple of weeks before I left for the long journey home, Aidan and Peter let me know that they had organised a very special party for me to see me off, which I would ‘never forget’. They were tight-lipped on the detail, but I had to promise to keep myself free for the weekend, and be fully clean and ready by 8pm on the Friday so the festivities could begin. Friday evening came around, and at 8pm on the dot Aidan and Peter arrived home carrying a couple of shopping bags. They ordered me to strip, and then gradually tossed me bits of gear from the bags to get dressed into. By the end of it, I was standing before them in big heavy black leather boots, a tight-fitting pair of leather chaps, a black leather jock, a multi-strap leather harness, and a fat padded leather collar with red trim and matching cuffs. They seemed pretty happy, and I had to admit I loved the look too, mentally adding “leather fetish” to the list of things I was finding out about myself. We left the apartment and headed to their BMW in the basement car park, from where Aidan drove us for some time to an industrial area. We left the main roads and entered the back alleys, and eventually parked up behind what looked like a warehouse. There were a few men hanging around outside the door smoking, some in bits of leather but others dressed more casually, and they all turned and looked as I emerged from the car and walked with Aidan and Peter towards them, sizing me up and down as I approached. “This the boy, Pete?” asked one of them as we got closer. “Yes, ready and waiting” Peter replied. “Cool” said the man. “Get him inside and then you can be on your way.” I turned my head to Peter as Aidan urged me forward to the door. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Where are you two going?” “We’ll explain inside” Peter replied, not making eye contact with me. I had been nervously excited on the drive over, but now just felt exclusively nervous as the night seemed to be taking a bit of an unexpected turn. However, I trusted the two of them, so allowed them to lead me through the door and into the building, which was dimly lit and seemed to be deserted. They led me across an empty warehouse space and through another door, beyond which I could hear some low thumping music and lots of muffled male voices. Aidan closed that door behind me, and then they stopped and turned to face me. “What’s going on?” I asked again. “Well boy, this is how it is” Aidan replied. “You are a cumdump. A natural. You didn’t know it before you met us, but there’s no going back, is there?” I shook my head after a pause. “So” continued Peter, “tonight we’re helping you to complete your transformation to what you really are.” “The guys here tonight will be taking care of your needs for the next few days” said Aidan, “and then we’ll take care of you before you go home to London and start living your life the way you’re meant to.” “What does that mean?” I asked, my voice slightly high and shaky. “It means, boy” replied Peter, “that you need to be free of any constraints so you can get that perfect arse of yours fucked by anyone and everyone.” “It means” continued Aidan, “that you will be taking loads tonight that will change you forever, and for the better.” It started to dawn on me what they were talking about, and I felt a sinking feeling replace the nerves. Peter and Aidan were intending to get me pozzed. “You understand, don’t you boy?” said Peter. I looked down and nodded. “Yes sir” I replied, referring to him in a way I had only previously done during some evenings of role play. “I think you want it” said Peter, “and I know you need it.” After a pause I nodded again, saying nothing. My heart was kind of breaking, and yet I couldn’t deny that my cock was rapidly hardening in the confines of the leather jock. This didn’t go unnoticed. “Thought so” said Aidan. “We’ve known a lot of cumdumps over the years, and can always tell which ones just need a little push to give themselves over to their true nature. You, boy, are a classic case.” I just stood there looking at my feet, my mind seemingly both racing while also going blank. I knew I could just get out of there and stop this, but somehow I also knew I would be seeing this through. “What you don’t know is that we’re both undetectable” said Peter. “In fact, pretty much everyone who’s fucked you in this city is.” “What does that mean?” I asked. “It means that we’re all on meds and shooting blanks” said Aidan. “The guys in here tonight are the exact opposite, and you won’t be leaving here until you’re riddled with the bug.” “But this is your last chance” said Peter. “If you want to back out now then we’ll take you home.” When I said nothing, Peter smiled and patted me on the back, before turning and pressing a button on the wall. Moments later, another door opened and the corridor we were standing in filled with noise. I stood and looked towards it, until Aidan gently pushed me in that direction. However, this time they didn’t come with me, and as I approached the door I turned to look at them. “Have fun, boy” Peter said. “When you’re ready your bed will be waiting for you.” I nodded, then then turned towards the door and walked through.

Second Try The hookup I had on Friday was worse than bad and just left me blue balled. That meant I was more than ready to head back to the baths on Saturday afternoon. Surely there would be plenty of guys to fuck if not the two I hoped were there. The line was longer and I almost didn't get in with the first batch at 2 pm, but they weren't being quite so hard on the ever changing rules. Gone were the wristbands and since I'd already shown my vaxx card, they'd marked my membership so I never needed to give it to them again. Like the week before, I took a tour to see if I could find either of the guys I was looking for. Some of the doors were closed and others, while occupied, either didn't have my guys or it was too hard to tell. As I started my second tour, I spotted the hairless guy from the week before making his way up the stairs. I stood around the corner at the top of the stairs with my back to the wall. When he turned and walked past me I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and quickly tried to remember why I looked familiar. "I think I owe you a better fuck than last week" I said, hoping it would get him to remember. "Damn right. I better get the load this time" he replied with a grin. I followed him down the hall to the same room he had the week before. We climbed on the bed and he began to suck me right away. Like the week before, he showed how talented his lips, tongue and throat were. I let him go at it for a few minutes and then bent over his back and started fingering his hole while he sucked away. It was nice and slick, but unfortunately I found that it was just lube and not cum after giving my finger a quick lick. Adding a second finger, I felt him moan around my cock while he sucked a little harder. It took him only a second to adjust when my third finger pushed in next to my other two. My hips started to roll slowly, fucking my cock deeper into his throat as my fingers twisted. As good as it felt, I needed to get my dick back in his ass. Leaning back and pulling my fingers free, I heard him whimper from his ass feeling empty. The whimper got louder when I pulled my cock free of his mouth, making the guy walking down the hall stop and look in to see if there was a problem. I pulled him off the edge of the bed, leaving him bent over and rubbed the spit covered tip of my cock over his hole. Pulling the foreskin back, I let some pre drip onto the pink ring before I slowly pushed inside. A loud, sensuous moan came from him and the guy in the doorway laughed and continued on his way. Everything was just fine, thank you. It was clear that this bottom knew how to take big dick and there wasn't a need to be gentle. My first drive in might have been slow and the retreat just as slow, but after that I used his hole like it was meant to be fucked. My cock thrust into his hungry hole, getting massaged as he worked his ass muscles around my cock. When I began to pound harder he got more verbal, begging me to go even harder. I bent over his back and started drilling in with full strokes and he seemed to love it as much as I. Slowing down, I tried to calm my impending orgasm. He was panting below me, but still working my cock. Shoving in hard, he gave a quiet yelp as my hips ground against his ass. After a few more jabs, I began to pump my cock in faster, bouncing my hips off of his nicely muscled butt. "What the FUCK are you doing to my boy?" bellowed the monster at the door. He was huge. A good six inches taller than me, several shades darker than my own skin, and shaved everywhere so you could see every muscle on his body, including the one between his legs. No wonder the bottom took me so easily if that's what normally fucked him. While my body may have frozen as soon as he barked, my cock definitely didn't. Shot after shot of my seed pumped into the bottom's hole with force that reminded me of being a teenager again. I stared back at him with my jaw slightly dropped as I tried to figure out my options. "Uh, just warming him up for ya" was the pathetic response that came out of my mouth. He was intimidating to look at normally, but the expression on his face said that he was not happy that I was fucking his "boy." I'm not a twig, but he could probably have snapped me in two if he wanted. I waited a moment, hoping to see him break into a grin to show me that he was just joking, but that didn't happen. With my balls dry, I slowly pulled away and grabbed my stuff off the bed. Thankfully he had come the rest of the way into the room and while it was a tight fit, he no longer blocked the doorway. "Have fun" I said as I slipped quickly into the hall with my heart thumping in my chest. I heard the door slam shut behind me and I took off trying to get as far away before he realized I bred his "boy." I ended up wandering around the third floor by the time my heart had settled down. Now, I was ready to find my other target. RJ had to be around here, someplace.

Apologies for the long delay. ------- I gave myself a couple days of rest after the all-nighter in the basement, and concentrated on starting to spend my winnings on things I had always coveted as well as stuff I felt I would now need. However, I was soon starting to feel the itch, and so set about creating suitable profiles on various sites. In no time I was fielding a steady stream of interested guys coming by the flat, keeping my desires satiated with load after load up my rear end. I wasn't specific about what I was looking for, but many of the men took great pleasure in telling me to take their "dirty loads" as they filled me up. The fuck flu took longer to set in than I had maybe expected based on my research, but when it struck I holed myself up at home and allowed the change to take its course. What energy I had was spent answering questions from estate agents and lawyers as my house purchase proceeded, as well as setting up fucks for when I was feeling better again. Of course, I occasionally allowed guys to swing by and coat my insides with more charged seed, as long as they were up for it given the state I was in. Three weeks later I was back to normal, had confirmed my status at a clinic and got started on meds, and was now going through another major life change. I had bought a relatively remote newly-renovated house that was ready to move into straight away, so was already getting my relocation underway. Being as rich as I now was, I paid a gang of men to do all the work for me. Fortunately I noticed a biohazard tattoo on the leg of the most rugged of them while he was hoisting up a particularly heavy box, resulting in both him and me getting a bit of regular fun during their tea breaks. In addition to my status and living situation, I set about some appearance changes. I started working with a tattoo studio recommended by the rugged mover to sort out how to mark my body, agreeing some designs for my arms and chest as well as the font to use for the words on my buttocks, and getting the transformation underway in a number of sittings. I also got him to pierce my ears, and then bought in a load of chunky silver hoops and studs. I also excitedly received some of the orders I had placed early on, allowing me to adorn myself with the huge silver chains I had always secretly looked at on the internet but never gone anywhere with because of how averse to such things Rachel was. By the time everything had been delivered, I wore a near-kilo bracelet on each wrist and two kilos round my neck. Throwing off the mental shackles of my relationship with Rachel also extended to other aspects of my new life as a poz cumdump. My conservative haircut was out in favour of something a bit sexier, and I allowed myself to start smoking again having been forced to quit by her during university. The clothes I wore - when I bothered - got tighter, highlighting my increasingly muscled frame, and to complete the look I bought some leather accessories like cuffs, a collar, a harness and some seriously sexy boots. ------ About three months after my night in the basement, Ben texted me out of the blue to ask if I was up for helping him out with some clients. He was a bit vague about what sort of clients they were, but my role in assisting was clear. I would spend a long weekend at a country mansion tending to every sexual need the men had, refusing no loads and expecting nothing in return from any of them. Although my head told me I should be insulted about him expecting me to take on such a role despite having left the company, in my heart I knew I would say yes. A couple of weeks later a car came for me, with a bottle of champagne ready in a cooler in the back for me to enjoy on the drive out to somewhere in the Cotswolds. The driver had evidently been briefed beforehand, as he stopped a couple of times along the way to bang a load into me while I had a cigarette or two, which suited me just fine. As he dropped me off at a sizeable stone mansion, he patted my backside and told me he was looking forward to the drive back on the Monday. I made a mental note to see if wanted to be my regular driver. I was met at the door of the mansion by a young stud dressed as a butler, who showed me to a spacious and luxurious suite. In addition to a living area and main bedroom, there was a second bedroom fitted out for the sort of fun I had been drafted in for. A bed with various restraints attached and ready for use, a sturdy free-standing leather sling, a fuckbench (a personal favourite of mine), and numerous dispensers for lube and poppers. A little flutter went through me as I took in the room, imagining what might happen to me in there over the next few days. I returned to the living area and opened up an envelope that had been left for me on the table, giving me some basics about my stay. I was evidently free to roam around the building and make use of the gym, indoor pool and other facilities when I wasn't otherwise engaged. Any food and drink I desired would be brought to me on request, and other coded wording suggested I could also be provided with any other substances I wanted. A second page of notes provided me with the info I was really after: Welcome! This weekend you are to be the cumdump for a group of clients who will be staying here as part of a project we are all working on. Some of them are straight, some like a bit of everything, some are neg, others have declined to say. As you may have seen, we have set up a special room in your suite for this fun to take place in, but be ready to be called to other parts of the building and grounds if that is what our guests request. They all know that the lobby and the kitchen are off limits, but you will bend over wherever and whenever they want elsewhere. We will also be having a special group event on the Saturday night out in the stables, where you will be assisted by some of the other staff we have drafted in for the weekend. You will get more information on that earlier in the day, but we will make sure you have sufficient time to rest beforehand. In the meantime, please feel free to relax for a while before getting ready to start your duties from 6pm. Some guests may have specific requests for what they want you to wear, but otherwise you are free to dress however you feel comfortable. Ben After reading it through a couple of times, I decided to order a chicken salad and some more champagne, which arrived promptly and was delivered by yet another young stud in a valet's uniform. He licked his lips when he saw me, but I decided it was probably best to save any playing with the staff until late. Once I'd finished my food I had a cigarette out on the small balcony, and then chilled out on the enormous couch for a while and watched some TV. At 5pm, after another cigarette, I decided to get myself ready. After showering and thoroughly cleaning myself out, I donned my wide studded leather harness, a black leather jockstrap and my boots. I finished off with the huge chains and my chunkiest silver hoops, before taking in the view in the full-length mirror in the bedroom. Content that I looked the part, I headed out onto the balcony to enjoy the late afternoon sun and have a cigarette and some more champagne. As it turned out, from that vantage point I got a great view of various luxury cars turning up and guests arriving, many of whom also noticed me showing off their entertainment for the evening. I knew then that this was going to be a fun night.

monday 3am apt stairwell. Hood dude i sumtimes get lit wit and im one his side bitches hit me on my cell "u up" i actually was he said he was horny. i went ova not even thinging he stay wit his gurl. He had the apt building door unlocked, and told me come to the top floor....i'm like nigga u live on the 2nd. i went up there , he str8 pulled out his dyck i was like what why we not going to u apt, he told me his gurl was sleeping. he told me he knew if he told me that i wouldn't have come. he said since u here, we kinda went back and forth until he said nigga u want this dyck or not.....i was horny and had cum ova already. i was bout to suck him but he like he didn't time, strip and bend ova.....i hesitated but did and fucked my bussy. he kept having to tell me shut the fuck up lol. he nutted in me, and while i'm still trying catch my breath, still ass naked, and his huge nut leaking out on the floor he was walking back to his floor saying thx, i'll hit up. lol

Very early Thursday morning at Clapham Common. Twice. First was a hot jock lad early 20s at around 4:30am so pitch dark. Second was a hot fucker in his 40s just as the sun was coming up. We did it all over the wooded cruising area and did not stop when other cruisers came upon us.

As I stand here in my giant bathroom, inspecting my naked body in the massive mirror, I find myself thinking about the road that led me here. I trace my fingers over the outlines of the amazing designs on my arms, and then reach up and touch the forbidding symbol on my left pec. I then turn, first left and then right, craning my neck back to see the words imprinted on my buttocks. If my former teammates could see me now. If my ex-girlfriend could see me now. That always makes me smile. My name’s Jake, and I’ve just turned 30. I live on my own in this huge house, bought two years ago when my numbers came up. But while I’m single, rarely a day goes by when there isn’t someone else here. Whether it’s a guy or two I have in the house as a guest, or a whole group of them in the playroom I had built in the garage after I moved in, there’s nearly always someone on hand to keep me entertained. But it wasn’t always this way. Over the next few chapters I will tell you how I became what I became, the things I did that I never thought I would, and how I ultimately emerged as a thirty year-old bearing the words that would forever mark me as what I am now: CUM DUMP. ------- My story starts when I was 26. I had recently changed jobs, finally getting my break as a proper consultant after being stuck in a seemingly never-ending graduate cycle at my previous firm. The rounds of interviews and assessments had been rigorous and taxing, but in the end it all paid off and I found myself finally getting somewhere with my career. The extra money meant Rachel and I could move out of her parents’ place in Hertfordshire and rent a decent flat in Camden, gaining our independence as well as about two hours extra a day with the shorter commute. The new job was hard going, but I loved being thrown in at the deep end and getting to show what I was capable of. Over time I earned praise from my managers and the colleagues around me, and was eventually assigned to a new project that I had been hoping to get on since I found out about it. I was going to be working as part of a team with some great guys, getting to travel to various European offices of the client who had commissioned the introduction of the new system we had developed. Lisbon, Barcelona, Milan, Munich, Stockholm, and many more, all paid for by the firm. I was so excited, although my mood was dampened by Rachel somewhat when she got in a huff about me travelling to all these places without her. She could be hard work sometimes. The first trip was to Lyon in France, and I excelled by being able to surprise the others with my competent grasp of French, a gift from the long hours I had spent being taught French by my maternal grandmother, a native to France. The trip went really well, and by the end of it my more senior colleagues in the team were no longer treating me like the new boy. Then came Barcelona, and that’s when everything changed. The job in Barca was a bit smaller as the client only had a small outpost there. As such, only four of us went this time, comprising me, Ben, Mitchell and Rob. Ben was the senior on the trip, whilst Mitch and Rob had been at the company for only a year or so longer than had I, so we were pretty much equals. To save a bit of money, (and as it was only for three nights), we were sharing two twin rooms in the hotel. Whereas normally at least the senior would get his own room and then the rest of us either sharing or also getting singles. As Mitch and Rob were good friends, it was only natural they took one of the two rooms, whilst Ben and I took the other. On the first night two guys and one of the women from the client’s office took us out for dinner, before leaving us to explore some of the bars in the old town. However, we were all a bit tired from the journey so didn’t stay out late. The next day was a busy one, but by late afternoon we were done with what we could do, pending some overnight process work the client’s IT people needed to do. As such, we headed back to the hotel to change, and then went out for the early evening. The drink and tapas flowed, and dinner never really happened. Mitch and Rob were then up for going to a club, but I could see Ben was enthused as the prospect of a late night, so I suggested that the two of us just call it a night and maybe have a nightcap in the hotel bar. I was actually quite keen to go clubbing, but I didn’t want to be crashing into the room and waking my senior colleague at whatever time in the night, especially as I was making such a good impression with everyone at the firm. So, sure enough, Ben and I found ourselves back at the hotel. We both got a drink, G&T for Ben, a rum and coke for me, and then sat in the comfy surroundings to chat. Ben was 34 and single, which I found surprising as he was a very handsome man. Tall, well-built, well-dressed, charming and funny, he seemed like the sort of guy who would have his choice of women. Or men. I didn’t actually know which team he played for, but didn’t want to pry too much and it really didn’t matter anyway. We finished our drinks and headed upstairs, both of us declaring that we wanted a shower before bed as it had been a clammy night in the city. Ben went first, and then when he came out of the bathroom wearing a towel I headed in to get myself clean. When I’d finished showering the bathroom was so full of steam that I concluded I’d never get dry in there, so did as Ben had done and went out into the room with just a towel on. To my surprise, Ben was still just wearing his towel, and he looked up at me and smiled as I padded past his bed to my own. “Wow, you’re built” he said to me as I passed. I blushed. “Er, yeah, I work out” I said. I was actually pretty proud of my body, all 6’1” of it. I worked out several times a week, jogged regularly, ate healthily, and kept my chest shaved and smooth the way Rachel liked it. “You should show it off more” Ben said, his eyes on me. “Your shirts are way too loose.” Oh man, he had been noticing what I wore. Well, that answered that question I guessed: Ben must be gay. Strangely enough, I felt a stirring in my own loins as his gaze rested on me. “Oh, 'er, you think?” I mumbled. “Hell yeah” he said, “don’t put in all that work just to waste it on your girlfriend!” He laughed, and after a moment I laughed too, although I think it was more nervous laughter than anything. “Thanks” I said, blushing harder. “I didn’t realise, 'er, you were, 'er, noticing.” Ben gave me a warm smile. “I’m not the only one who’s noticed” he said. “You’re pretty popular in the office.” I blushed again, and awkwardly shifted position on the bed. As I did so, my towel loosened and slipped, basically leaving me sitting there naked. I hurriedly tried to sort it out, but only got it into more of a tangle. “Don’t” Ben said softly. I stopped wrestling with the towel and looked up at him. “Let me see.” I don’t know why, perhaps it was the buzz from the rum, but I slowly released my grip on the towel and let it fall beside me. I then swung my legs off the mattress and slowly stood up in the gap between our beds, locking my stare on Ben as he gazed back at me. His eyes were making their way up and down my body in the most lustful way anyone had ever looked at me, and I saw him give his lips a small lick. He wanted me so badly, and something about this situation had my heart racing. My dick started to swell and rise, until I was standing before him with a massive boner, almost starting to pant. What the fuck was happening to me? Wasn’t I straight? Ben looked for a bit longer, and then started to scoot across his own bed towards me. He deliberately removed his own towel on the way so that he too was naked, and then he was sitting there in front of me, staring straight ahead at my dick. Instinctively I shuffled forward a bit, and he leaned in, opened his mouth and swallowed me whole. “Fuuuuuuck” I groaned, having never felt a blowjob like this. He then reached both his hands behind and roughly gripped my arse, pulling me in towards him even more. His head started going back and forth on my cock like a jackhammer, the suction on my dick like an industrial hoover. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and gradually gripped him tighter as he brought me towards orgasm. Then, rather abruptly, he let go of my arse and pulled his mouth off my dick, causing me to stagger back slightly. I snapped out of my reverie and looked down at him. “Turn around” he said, turning his head up to face mine. “What?” I asked, a little all over the place. “Just do it” he said, suddenly sounding rather stern. I just did as instructed and turned around, not sure what was coming next. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards towards him, reaching up to push the small of my back so that I would bend forwards. I put my hands on my thighs to steady myself, and then the next thing I knew his face was in my arse. His tongue was lapping at my hole, and the room seemed to be exploding with fireworks. I had never felt anything like this in my life. It was fucking amazing! I’m not sure, but I think I must have been moaning and groaning for England as he gave me my first ever rimjob. He kept this up for a while, actually getting his tongue into my hole, and then he pulled his face out. Before I could turn or straighten up I felt his fingers in there instead, gently prodding and poking at me. I then understood that I was going to be fucked. Ben must have planned something like this, or maybe he was just in the Scouts once and was thus always prepared, but he had stashed a tube of lube in the drawer of the bedside table. He briefly paused the fingering to open the drawer, grab his supply and lube up his fingers. He then started to apply much more pressure with them, pushing one, then two, and then I think three fingers into me. All the while I just continued to stand there, bent over in front of him seemingly inviting him to carry on doing what he was doing. I could say I was paralysed with fear or something, but in truth I was loving it and was suddenly really excited to see what this was going to be like. I’d never really thought about it before, but that didn’t seem to matter. The drink must have been a factor, or at least that’s what I tell myself these days. His fingers started to hit something inside of me, and my silence turned to moans. This only spurred him on, until he was really going to town on me with his fingers. Then, as before, it all stopped abruptly. “Get on the bed” he commanded, “on your hands and knees.” I didn’t even pause. I just moved forward, crawled on to the bed and waited. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back a bit, and then I heard the splooging sound of some more lube being squeezed out of the tube. The pressure returned on my hole, but it was spongier and fatter than any of the fingers had been. “Let me in” he said gruffly. I didn’t know what that meant, but I instinctively pushed back and must have done whatever it was that was needed as he popped inside. It startled me and gave me a brief flash of pain, but that soon subsided. He then pushed steadily in to me, making me feel fuller than I ever had before. As he got deeper it started to hurt a little more, particularly as he was going into territory his fingers had not reached, but I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and forced myself not to pull off him. Then the pushing stopped, I felt the roughness of his pubes on my buttocks, and I knew I had his whole cock inside. He didn’t give me any time to adjust, instead starting a steady rhythm on my whole, thrusting his cock in and out in substantial strokes. A dull pain was radiating from my arse, but something else was there as well and it felt amazing. As the pain started to subside, my whole body started to tingle as he fucked me. The feelings were incredible, and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back against him, trying to get more of his cock in me, trying to make him fuck me harder. And fuck me harder he did. If I thought he was like a jackhammer when sucking me earlier, it was as nothing compared to what he could do with his cock. Pneumatic drills are gentler on tarmac than the treatment I was getting, but it was pure ecstasy. He fucked me for 20 minutes, and then started groaning. “I’m cumming” he grunted, suddenly accelerating his pace even more. Then he stopped, yelled out and held in position as a curious warm feeling filled my rear end. “Fucking take it” he grunted as he unloaded in me, breeding me like the bitch he was turning me into. I just knelt there on my hands and knees as I was filled with cum for the first time, loving the sensation as his cock pulsed inside me. Then, and again rather abruptly, he pulled out and collapsed backwards on to his bed. I felt some cum running down my leg, and began to crawl backwards off the bed with the intention of going to the bathroom to clean up. But as I turned round I saw Ben lying on his back panting, I noticed his cock was still erect and covered in juice. Perhaps it was a case of being in for the penny, in for the pound, but I just couldn’t help myself from dropping to my knees, leaning forward and taking it into my mouth. The taste of his juices, the lube and, I guess, my own arse was intoxicating. As I sucked and licked him clean I started furiously wanking my own cock, getting off on the feeling of more of him leaking from my rear end as I did so. In no time I blew on to my torso, the bedspread and the carpet. I then collapsed back on to the floor, panting and exhausted. Neither of us said anything for a while, but then I got up and started making my way to the bathroom. I got in there, and turned to face the mirror so I could look at myself. I was glistening with sweat, but otherwise looked like me. I felt different, but the man staring back at me was still me, at least outwardly. Then Ben came into the bathroom as well, and turned to face the mirror too. We looked into each other’s eyes via the reflection, until I noticed his cock starting to rise again. I stared at it coming back up to full mast, and then looked back up to his face. He was smirking at me, and then moved to step behind me. I leaned forward a little, and he just planted his cock between my cheeks and pushed into me again. This time he fucked me more tenderly, with none of the jackhammering of before. Throughout, I kept my eyes either focused on my own face, or looking back at his has he slightly grimaced from the exertion of reaming me. My own cock also came back to life so I started stroking myself, adding that to the things I watched in the reflection. After about 15 minutes Ben accelerated, and I focused on watching the reflection of my own face as I felt him shooting a second load into my sloppy hole. Again, it was still me, but this was a me with a cock shooting cum into his arse. When he was done spurting his load into me, Ben caught my gaze in the reflection. Smiling, he gave me a wink, withdrew his cock and swiftly left the bathroom. I just stood there, once again with cum dripping out of me, gazing at myself in the mirror. I felt awesome. I got myself cleaned up a bit, and then went back out in the bedroom. Ben was in bed properly, and was clearly asleep. I headed for my own bed, but then turned to look back at him. The temptation was too great, and I just climbed in. He stirred as I did so, wrapping his arm around me. I briefly lay there facing him, but then turned so he was spooning me. He pulled me in a bit tighter, and then we were both still. I reached out and switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. Inside, I knew that I would wake up with a right clusterfuck going on in my mind, but for now I was exhausted, a little sore and in the comforting arms of a man who had just shown me a whole new side of myself. Sleep came quickly.

The first part of the story contains only gay content. You can find it here. Part II of "In My Neighbour's Back Yard" Should I do it? I thought for at least the thousandth time. Or maybe two-thousandth. Hard to keep track when all I could think about for the past week was sex, sex and more sex. Wonderful, bareback, raw, uncomplicated but passionate sex. And the promise of more. I fidgeted, waiting with mounting excitement and an annoying level of mild guilt. I had showered, I was clean, and nervous as hell. Sweaty palms be damned. Where was that phone message? I glanced over at my dour wife. She lay on the lounge watching TV. Still a good looking woman for her age – shaggy hair coloured light brown, baggy purple t-shirt concealing large breasts, sweat-pants covering long nicely shaped legs – she could move like a smooth pole dancer and capture my heart, but our intimacy had perished years ago when she claimed the dreaded pause from men had hit. She just did not give a shit about my sexual feelings and needs, and she apparently had none herself. So we lived in celibate fakery, a calm existence, punctuated by my odd secret online wankfest. Until last weekend. My phone queeped. I jumped. The anticipated message read: "Me mates are on their way. Get your arse over here now, slut." I took another deep breath, deleted the message, and felt my heart thump harder. The guilt washed over me for a moment. I looked over again. Fuck her, I thought. I have needs. Courage. I can do it, and I'll have a ball, literally. I dug fingers into the chair and made the fateful final decision. Standing, I said, "I'll be off now." "Going next door to see Peter and his boys?" "Yah." "Watch the footy?" Yes. Some of his mates are coming over, too. Maybe shoot some pool as well." "Your new hobby?" She actually chuckled. "Maybe make some new friends." "Sticks and balls and holes," I said, imaging hard fleshy sticks, hanging full balls and yawning male holes. If only she knew. I swallowed. I doubted very much I would see any football as I hoped to be far too busy. "Don't know when I'll be back. Could be late." I felt my heart beat and my eager penis twitch. "Have fun, then," she said and winked at me before tucking her hand between her thighs and turning her attention back to the dull romance movie. It was now a sex scene. I wondered what my sexless wife thought about that. She never looked at me as I slunk out the front door. As I hurried down our long gravel driveway I recalled last weekend. Something amazing had happened. Something that may have changed my life forever. Something maybe I should not have done, but I had and now I have become consumed by it. I craved it again. I thought I was straight, but sex with another man? Oh, yes. The best sex I had ever experienced. Raw, unrelenting, more passionate than anything I had known before. Pure sex for its own sake. I had loved it. My older neighbour Peter and his two sons had been amazing. I yearned for more. A half moon ghosted the pebbly driveway. I live on a private acre property surrounded by other large lots and new homes. Privacy comes from thick trees and shrubs and a brick house set near the middle of the lot. Peter's place next door is private, too, with a large back yard full of old cars and an enormous shed almost as big as a small house. I made my way through the cool evening air to his unlit front porch. Hesitating, heart pounding, I reached and rapped. The solid wooden inner door swung to reveal Peter standing behind the brown screen. His thick body shadowed by a hall light, he pushed the screen door open, grabbed my shirt and roughly pulled me inside. "About fuckin' time, slut!" he snapped. He threw me against the wall and kicked the door shut at the same time. His burly body slammed against me, knocking the breath out through my nose and astonished mouth. He wore a white singlet and nothing else. His thick cock swelled as he smashed against my body and began jabbing it at my crotch. I squirmed and felt his hot breath and scratchy beard on my face. "Get this shit off!" Pressing his heavy body against me, Peter pulled on my belt, tugged on my jeans. Never before had I ever felt such strong desire. My emotions flamed. My instantly hard cock strained. My body tensed, ready for whatever he was about to do to me. I quickly pushed down my tattered jeans, kicked shoes and jocks and pants away. Peter immediately began to thrust his cock against my own stiffening prong. He pulled my t-shirt over and off, grabbed my shoulders and roughly kissed me. His tongue pushed between my stunned lips and flicked against my own. My sweaty palms instinctively slid down his hairy body to his hips and clenching rear. He fiercely bucked against me then shoved me away. Forget romance, forget soft foreplay, this was rough urgent sex and it felt fabulous. "Let's go! They'll be here soon but I can't wait to fuck your tight virgin arse again." Now naked, he pulled me through his house. I stumbled along a sparsely furnished family area around which doorless bedrooms gaped. He tugged me through the door at the back of the room, into the laundry, then out a squeaking screen door, across cement pavers and through another heavy wooden door inlaid with frosted glass. Instead of the back yard, I stumbled into the shed. Some shed! The "shed" was nothing short of an amazing man cave. Spotlessly clean, to our left an ornate, fully stocked bar glistened with bottles, glasses and mirrors. Before us a green pool table stood waiting, balls in formation, cues and triangle neatly racked beside a leather couch. Behind the pool table lay an enormous bed covered by a soft doona. A black iron frame held the king-size mattress just off the carpet. To the right of the bed, a solid metal hook hung screwed into one of the raked ceiling's steel rafters. An enormous flat screen, flanked by tall speakers, dominated the far wall above the bed. Uplamps cast a mysterious soft glow without shadowing. The most amazing thing: egg cartons adorned the walls. Of course: sound proofing. Excellent! Peter pulled me to the bed and literally threw me onto the mattress. Now naked, I bounced and spun onto my back. Up on elbows, my own cock standing, I waited for him to pounce. Instead he stood at the foot of the bed, fists on hips and legs parted akimbo, and gazed down at me. I stared at his big semi-hard cock and barrel shaped tough body. "Assume the position," he ordered. I shook my head. "What?" "On your hands and knees. Do my dick." "Yes, sir!" I scooted down to the end of the bed, reached and gently took hold of his stiff cock. I looked up at his stern face with an obedient puppy-dog expression. "Knock it off and keep me hard." Holding the base, never releasing eye contact, I opened my mouth and took him in. I loved his cock. I sucked and licked, used my tongue to roll back his foreskin, rubbed the tight crown with my lips and tongue, and began to jerk the stem at the same time. Almost like a religion I worshiped that solid, rubbery pole of steely passion. I moaned and slobbered and licked and rubbed, did everything I could think to mount his prurient pleasure. To make him good and stiff before his assault on my quivering body. In a few minutes of exciting work, he had indeed hardened further. He pulled back and twirled his fingers. "You're a good little cocksucker, almost as good as my son Roger. Now, slut, present yourself. Get that round arse up." Obediently, I spun around, positioned myself, looked at the iron bars of the bed's head, and waited. Would I be tied up? Or cuffed? I felt the bed move as he mounted and knee-walked up behind me. I gasped when his thick fingers first slid along my back, then down to my rump. He begin to kneed and part the cheeks. I felt his scratchy beard against my rear then his tongue flick at the sensitive rim of my anus. I shuddered and gasped again in amazement! Sparks of sensation shuddered through my switched-on body. Fuck my wife, I thought, she never did anything like this to me! Behind me, I felt Peter silently rise then slip the bulging tip of his big cockhead between my fleshy cheeks. He pressed against my pucker. Almost panting, head down, I waited. Come on, I thought, I'm more than ready! "Do you remember last weekend?" "Oh, yeah," I breathed. "Really well." "Want it again?" "Oh, yes! Been waiting." Felt him push. "Why didn't you come over? I said the boys could have you if you ever came over. They were keen to tag team." "Didn't want to … oof! … seem too eager or desperate." "Why not? You're our slut now, and if you can take it, we'll fuck you every day." "I can take it. I can take it." "Right, then. Just get you lubed up first." He reached to the side. I heard a snap then felt cool smear at the entrance to my needy rectum. He pushed a finger in and I jerked and let out a gasp. Then his finger was replaced by something bigger, something huge trying to invade my body. I felt his legs against mine then felt myself begin to take the tip of his hard cock. Resistance is useless, I told my body. Just take it. Despite the excitement I tried to relax. I blew out as he pushed slowly and let it happen. I just opened up for him as if my body already knew what to do. Like before, I felt little pain. Instead, a marvellous full sensation filled my body and mind as his thick cock stretched my rectum. I felt him push slowly into me. I couldn't help it. "Oh, fuck yes," escaped my trembling lips. I felt myself dilate further. The fat invader slid in and in until his hips butted against my butt. I was now panting heavily. My own cock remained rigid, parallel to my stomach, constantly jerking. My butt was filled with so much cock I thought my guts might churn. I could not help gripping it firmly with my rear muscles as I waited for him to begin the lovely friction. I felt Peter edge back but not quite out, then very slowly push in again. "Not all the way in yet but we'll get there." Not all the way? How could he possibly stuff any more inside me? I felt him push harder until something gave way and he popped in even further. His hips slammed against my butt and I felt absolutely stuffed by his enormous cock. It felt like a solid pole from which my body dangled. "Good man," he said and patted my rear. He leaned over my back, his heavy weight causing me to shake. He reached around and grasped my tight pulsing rod. He pushed and I collapsed onto my stomach. His legs parted mine. He released me, placed his hands beneath my arms, pulled back then shoved his huge cock in again. I wuffed as he knocked my breath out. Back then in. I could feel every inch slide in and out. I lay with my head on a pillow and wallowed with each thrust as he proceeded to fuck my arse with strong strokes. I loved it! The amazing feelings lept like lightening from my arse through my body causing me to grunt with each of his powerful jabs. Little orgasms began to erupt, one after the other and it became difficult to breathe. How could this get any better? "How's that, slut? I see you remembered what I taught you. I can feel you clenching your arse nicely. I bet I've got you cumming, too." "Oh, I'm cumming alright." Not even trying, I hoped I was automatically giving him as much pleasure as he gave me. "You feel better than Maria," he announced as he more rapidly slammed into me. "I've been banging her for two years. She's eager for it, and she loves anal and threesomes. Have to arrange something with you, but you'll have to play the role of a cuckold and service us. She'll want to see me do this to you. That's what she likes." Sounded like complete bullshit but I was in no position to disagree. Without slackening his pace, Peter said, "Listen, slut, have to warn you about the others. They can get rough and there's a twist." "Ug! A … twist. What's … ug! …that?" "You'll see." "Where are … oof! … Roger and Flynn?" "They're at a mate's. Probably fucking him." A noise diverted my attention. "Hey, Pete!" someone called. "You started without us. And who's this?" Fuck! Embarrassment flashed through me, but there was nothing I could do. Without slowing, Peter said, "Our new fucktoy. This is Ben. We get to bang him tonight." "Cool. I see you've already started doing that." "Ben, this is Trev." A medium size bald man with very dark skin hovered at the edge of the bed. "Hey, Ben," he said. He was already unbuttoning his black shirt. Peter said, "That's Frank, and that one is Stacey, Frank's wicked daughter." I managed to croak, "Hey. Nice, uh, to meet you." I swallowed embarrassment. Here I was, naked, on my stomach on a huge bed being fucked in my nearly virgin arse by another man in front of strangers. I had thought tonight might be men only, but shit, a girl, too. Daughter? Oh, wow. What have I stumbled into? Peter apparently had frequent sex with his own sons, and they with each other, and he knew someone else who maybe did the same. The man definitely had interesting friends. When Peter lifted off my back and pulled out, I released a huge breath, levered myself up onto my hands and knees, turned around and nodded at everyone. A meek, "Hi" squeaked from my dry lips. Peter said, "Ben, here, is our fucktoy for the night. Caught him [banned word] on me boys in the back yard last weekend and invited him to join. He now loves bareback man sex, don't you pig? He is still pretty much a virgin, so tonight we can teach him how to be a good cumdump." Trev, the black man, had almost finished undressing. "Can't wait, man." Medium height and age, his hairless body sported muscles from obvious workouts. He took his hairless soft cock in hand and began to jerk. I watched it quickly inflate from small to large, an amazing transformation. Shorter Frank, maybe around my age, excitedly hopped from foot to foot as he stripped. He stared at my wilting penis and literally licked his lips. Stacey removed her t-shirt revealing modest braless pointed breasts with small nipples. A dragon tattoo fired on her left side. Clearly young, I could not discern her age and feared she wasn't legal, maybe 16 or so. Stacey sported a definite gothic look with short black hair, thick dark eye makeup, black lips and fingernails. In a husky voice, she said, "He looks good enough to fuck tonight." She did not undress further but kept on the short leather skirt, red fishnets and tall black boots encrusted with silver buckles and laces. She sat on the lounge like a queen and crossed her knees. Peter stood next to her. Smiling, she began to stroke his still hard cock before erotically taking it into her mouth. Despite licking him, she never took her dark eyes off me. Trevor stepped up to the side of the bed and presented his penis to my flushed face. "Come on, boy, get this thing up so I can bang your white arse." I took hold and pulled it into my eager mouth. He looked over at Peter and Stacey and winked. "Can't wait!" Frank said again. "Here, give us your dick." Frank hopped over to Trevor who took Frank's excited penis into his hand. I noticed a gold wedding band. "When do you have to leave?" Peter said. His hand smoothed Stacey's short hair while she worked his re-stiffening cock. "I only have an hour. My hubby's at metal-sculpting, and I know he is screwing the teacher after class so it could be longer." "How do you know he's doing that?" Trev laughed. "Because I screw the teacher, too, and he told me." "Can't wait!" Frank bellowed again. He lept onto the bed. He pulled at my hips. Somehow I managed to keep Trevor's hardening dick in my working mouth while Frank probed my butt with his eager waggling dong. "Got it!" he shouted. I felt him suddenly jam up my gaping arse. I gasped, "Fuck!". I was thankful he wasn't as big as Peter but he made up for it in enthusiasm. The man began to root furiously. I grunted around a mouthful of tasty throbbing penis and had to admit to myself I really did love having a cock fucking up back there. Even his digging fingers felt great. And having another on which to suck at the same time brought heaven on Earth. "Shit, man," I heard Stacey say. "Are you that hard up?" Frank said, "I'm that hard! I haven't had it since I fucked you and your boyfriend last Tuesday. Shit, he's slick but tight." "Still a virgin," I heard Peter say. I was sucking a man while another rapidly fucked me. All I needed now was someone else to play with me at the same time. My dick felt hard enough to explode, and the frantic rubbing inside my arse just promoted all those lovely little prostate zaplettes, one after another. It became difficult to breathe through my nose as my body trembled and shook from Frank's pummelling and my nervous system's attempts at mini-orgasms. For a moment I lost it. Trevor snapped, "Hey, dude, I'm almost there." I lunged and sucked his ultra-hard cock back into my mouth so deep I almost gagged. I had heard about swallowing, so I tried to do that. It felt absolutely weird and I just gagged. I said, "Sorry, man," then sucked so hard he laughed. I craned my head and saw Stacey still gently stroking Peter's hard-again cock and watching my face with amusement. Frank suddenly yelled something and shoved so hard that Trevor's cock almost did go down my throat. I coughed loudly. Arms whirling, he stumbled back from the edge of the bed. I held my ground while feeling Frank's pulses shoot warmth into the bowels of my quivering body. Just, wow, even more amazing than I remembered last weekend. I loved the strong throbbing sensations so much I almost came myself. When Frank pulled away I actually gasped. I suddenly felt very empty back there. "Come on," I said almost panting. "More. I can take more." I turned so I could see everyone. Trevor pushed Frank off the bed and immediately raced behind me. He roughly parted my arse cheeks and I felt him probe. When he found the right spot, he shoved hard, almost knocking me down. He grabbed my hips and began to stroke himself in and out rapidly, using my anus like a tight fist. He didn't say a word but breathed heavily. My entire body was forced to sway in time to his powerful pelvic thrusts. I tried to fuck back but he simply pulled and pushed my hips. "Oh, fuckin' yes!" Frank turned to Stacey. "Come on, bitch, I'm ready." Still holding smiling Peter's stiff cock, she casually replied, "No bastard sticks it up my sissy cunt without permission. Not even you, Daddy." "But I'm your father. That gives me permission." "Not at all, twink, Remember: I was the one who seduced you." she commented with a naughty smile. "Oh, I remember alright. Five years ago, wasn't it?" "Six," she said. "I'm not in the mood tonight to bottom for you." She released Peter, stood tall, and swayed over to the bed. I could not see her but I felt her weight next to Trevor. Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing and humming and tonguing. Trevor slowed briefly but then sped up again. I had gone slightly soft but the slapping of his thighs against my rump and the feeling of his big cock shovelling in and out caused me to stiffen again. I felt a hand a hand on my aching cock. Relief! I glanced down and saw it was black nailed Stacey's hand. She was fondling me at the same time as pleasuring Trevor. Her fingers felt divine as she began to rub and stroke. Frank climbed onto the bed on his knees and shoved his cock at my face. I opened and took it in. The bed rocked even more as Peter knee-walked behind thrusting Trevor. "Ready for it, Trev?" he announced. "About time you old [banned word]." "Who you calling a [banned word]?" "You are and you know it, old [banned word] fart." Trevor paused. "Oh, yeah," I heard. "You know I love being the meat in a man sandwich." I remember Peter saying it turned him on when he could fuck a man who was already fucking another man. "Great arse," I heard Peter say. "Nice and round and tight." I was suddenly shoved onto my stomach. My legs and arms shot out and I cried in surprise. Peter had jammed himself into Trevor and was fucking hard enough to push us all down. Stacey fell onto the bed next to me. I felt her firm breasts press against my body and her breath on my ear. I felt Trevor's cock forced in and out by Peter's savage thrusting. Stacey's teeth slid on my earlobe and then her lips and tongue wet my face as I was bounced on the bed. "Just wait," she whispered, "until I get to you." I twisted my head. Her eager dark rimmed light blue eyes loomed before she began to kiss me. Two kisses then her tongue flicked. I couldn't believe it. I was being fucked by one man while another fucked him. A young girl was kissing me while pressing her half naked body against mine, and her father was wanking himself next to my head, too. I began to pant heavily. The strong sensations rose in my arse and suddenly exploded through my body. Lightening cracked. The sky split. Thunder roiled. I yelled. My cock did not shoot but it felt as if everything else did. Stacey stuck her tongue between my lips as her lips mauled. Peter yelled, "You fuckin' did it, mate!" "Yeah!" Trevor called. "I can feel you cummin'. And I am, too! Oh yeah!" At the same time Peter unloaded into Trevor, Trev blasted into me. "It just turns me on too much when someone else participates at the same time." Trevor and Peter pulled away and stepped off the bed. I caught a glimpse of Trevor's swollen wet and dripping cock. I had had that up my rear! I felt wet drip down my leg. He and Frank must have filled me pretty good. Stacey rolled away and off the bed. She went back to Peter, knelt, and took his spermy cock into her mouth. I could hear the slurping. "Good, girl," he said. "About time!" Frank slid straight back into my rectum and began to root quickly. I could hardly feel his smaller cock. He slapped my bum and complained, "He's not tight any more. Too stretched by you big boys." I clamped hard and Frank yelped. "Oh, yeah, that's better." He fucked on for several minutes until he finally began to "Ha…ha…ha…ha…" and jammed himself against me. I could feel him squirt several times before pulling away. I rolled over onto my back and gestured to Frank. "My turn?" He just looked at me and laughed. "Can't, mate. I'm shot and I gotta go and can't have a leaky arse." I watched Trevor and Frank begin to dress. "Too bad," Peter said. "No seconds tonight." "Well," I called, "could I fuck anyone else here?" Laughing, Frank and Trevor both left quickly. This was it? I thought. I mean, the group experience felt terrific and I was already craving another dick, but that's it? Quick fucks and everyone is gone in half an hour? "I have my car," Stacey announced. "Tell you what," she said to Peter, "I'm horny as a raging goat. How about I fuck him and then spend the night keeping you awake?" Peter grinned and nodded. "Sounds like a good plan." "Right," she said rubbing her hands together. "First, I'll just make sure you're ready for me." She crawled onto the bed, leaned down and sucked my dick into her impatient mouth. I caressed her short hair then smooth back as her head bobbed and she licked and sucked me to further hardness. It didn't take much. She sat up and gazed down at my smiling face. "Okay, boy, here we go. Hope you're ready." She balanced on her knees, reached behind, unzipped her leather skirt, unwrapped it and tossed it to the side. There before my astonished and delighted face proudly stood a very beautiful, very hard, very ready penis. A brilliant cock supported by two large tight testicles. It stood up for me as if begging. I looked up and she smirked. "Didn't expect that, did you?" Peter laughed, too. "Remember the house rule, slut. Have fun with him." He turned and left the room. Stacey pushed me onto my back and crawled over my body. "Are you a she or a he?" I blurted. "Either," Stacey said. "I prefer she, but I'm half and half. Sometimes I'm taken as a boy cross-dresser and other times a trans. Either way is fine. These boobs are natural but I have a boy's hips. I like to dress and act female sometimes, and male other times. Tonight you got Stacey instead of Stan. But what matters to me most is fucking." She parted my legs with hers, dropped her hips and pressed that amazing cock against me. My legs instinctively wrapped around her thrusting rear. In seconds she had fully embedded herself. Her Goldilocks cock was just right: not too big, not too small, just right. It filled me like no other. She lay down on my body, making sure her nipples and firm breasts pressed against mine. Her smirking face stared down at my astonishment. "How's that feel?" My hands slid down her back. "Um, simply amazing. You feel terrific." "Of course I do!" After another kiss, I felt her begin to move. Out then in, out then in, slowly at first then faster and faster until she was literally pummelling my body. Laughing, she held herself up with her harms and fucked even harder. I slipped my hands down to her tight round butt and held on as she fucked me with wave-like motions. The raw sexual sensations became even more amazing. It didn't take long, maybe only a few minutes, but it felt almost like forever. When it happened her eyes widened, she yelled loudly, "Fuck, I'm filling you!" I felt her magic cock spurt and spurt and spurt. She did not stop shoving the entire time, she just kept at it even after finishing. "Feels fucking great. Going to do it again." She stayed amazingly hard and continued to use my body for her enormous pleasure. It was as if the strong orgasm had not diminished her desire but instead renewed and increased it. This time her thrusts became stronger, more powerful, insistent, demanding. I lay beneath her body and revelled at my great fortune. After she came very loudly a second time, she withdrew, squatted while still hard, and regarded me with a tipped head. Her hand slipped up and down my own stiff, aching shaft. "I could keep going but I think you need something. I want to give it to you. You have permission. We'll do it bareback. I never rubber up. And do not pull out." I would have been happy if she wanted to keep doing me but instead, she straddled my hips and lowered her thin hot body. My aching cock sunk deep into her trembling body. Eyes closed in rapture, she then rose and fell, fucking me at her own pace. I watched her face twist as her pleasure mounted. When I tried to move my hips, she mashed down on me and shook her pretty head. Five minutes later she lay full on my body, grabbed my arms and rolled us until I was on top. Her legs tightened together, capturing my prong. She shoved up, encouraging me to fuck her. Which, of course, I did. I held her thin body and shoved myself hard and deep, over and over and over, until I felt that wonderful tingling in my legs then balls then dick. Just as I was about to cum, she cried, "Wait!" she and pushed me off. The nearly nude half-girl scampered off the bed and hopped up on the pool table. With a wicked smile she crooked her finger at me and parted her booted legs wide. Her amazing cock remained standing and wet and wanting. I crawled off the bed and stood before her. She reached, grabbed my dick, and roughly pulled me against the solid table. She levered my hard knob beneath her ballsac, reached around and pulled at my arse. She scooted forward and I pushed until I was once again engulfed in warm, tight heaven. She kissed me and began to move and pant immediately. Her legs rose and encircled my waist, tugging me deep. Then she slowly lay back onto the table. Her arms flailed and pool balls clicked, snapped and rolled. One sunk. "Come on. Do me. I need it. Shoot your hot jizz into me." I reached for her breasts – they felt soft and natural – leaned down and tongue-flicked an erect nipple. She squirmed and began to hunch me. She smacked her palms against my head and glared up at me. Through gritted teeth, she hissed, "Come on! Fuck that load into me!" I pushed hard. I rooted fiercely. I jammed as deep into her as I could, almost at machine-gun pace. My breaths deepened. I panted heavily. I was incredibly turned on. I went at it for minute after minute while she twisted and moaned. Soon that incredible electric feeling shot through my body, from my groin down my legs and out through my arms. Just as I began to pulse I felt her wonderful cock, wedged between our heaving stomachs, spurt again, showering us with sticky magic spunk. She squirmed, yelled something, gritted her teeth and continued to fuck me with increased savage power. "Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!" That was it. My body tensed, electrified further, and I let loose with a blood-curdling banshee scream. I pushed very hard, jammed myself into her as far as I could and let loose. My triumphant cock blasted. Uncontrollable powerful spasms ruled the universe as she grabbed my head and thrust her tongue deep. Her entire youthful body writhed as she took in shot after shot of my horny juice. I could feel her own cock and anus respond and pulse, too, adding more glue to our wanton union. When she let go, I pushed up, panted heavily, and began to laugh. She laughed, too. "Wow, I really felt that. How ya doing?" "Pretty damn good," I puffed. "You came and you're still hard." "Sure am." "You can stay like this and keep on going?" "I don't go down until I'm done. I can cum, keep going, and cum again. Each time just pushes me onto the next. I can do it for hours." "Dinkum?" "True blue." "Krikey." We stopped moving and laughed together at the stupid comments. She slapped my arm. "I can keep doing this all night but you look exhausted. You certainly came hard and long. It felt fuckin' great, let me tell you. I loved it." On a whim I said, "How old are you?" "Same age as Flynn." That would make her nineteen. That meant she seduced her father when she was thirteen. That meant she was more than thirty years younger than myself and had more than forty years between herself and Peter. I wondered what her amazing life had been like. What was it like growing up? When did she start having sex? She seduced her father? How? When did she decide she was female or had she always been like that? What he really a cross-dresser or a she transperson? So many stupid questions! None of them mattered. Only the feelings, the urges, the craving for more raw sex. I pushed up and off and pulled out. She levered herself up, laughed, and flicked my wet bouncing cock. "Cool. Oops, don't want to mess the felt." She swung a booted fishnetted leg around and spritely hopped off the table. "Listen, you're cool. I like the way you feel. How about we do this again, just us, okay?" Her finger trailed down my sticky chest. "I can fuck you for a whole afternoon, and I'll give you permission again. What do you say?" How could I refuse an angel? "Let me know when and where and I'm yours." Peter came back into the room with a beer. Stacey pecked my cheek and hopped over to him. "Hey, there." She sidled up against the burly bearded man who wore only a singlet. Her hand fondled his penis as she kissed his cheek. Hers still stuck up strong. "You wanna fuck?" Shocked, I said, "What are you doing?" She smiled at me. "He has permission. Besides, house rule. I'll have his boys later after they get home, too. We'll have an all-nighter." Oh, yes, I thought. The house rule: not allowed to say no to sex. "What about your boyfriend?" "Oh, fuck no. Dushan's a one-shot wonder. So is Dad, but you somehow got two out of him tonight, so you did well." I shook my head in amazement and slight jealousy. Peter gets to fuck with an energetic, demanding teen who can go at it the entire night. I forced my heart calm. He motioned to me. "Get yourself cleaned up and mosey on home. I'll let you know when I've arranged the threesome with Maria." "Maria?" Stacey said in mock astonishment. "You still banging that neglected nymphomaniac housewife?" "We're down to once a week." Peter wrapped a big arm around her shoulders, bent his head, and kissed the, um, delightful girl who had just filled my arse. Gob-smacked was the least of my problems. I could seriously get to like her and knew that would be a very stupid move. I sat on the toilet and felt a large amount of fluid drip. I cleaned and dressed. I heard giggling noises and laughter and creaking from Peter's doorless bedroom. I tiptoed through the family room and peeked. Her smaller body lay on top of him. His hands held her undulating rump. His legs hooked over her shoulders as she strongly fucked into his wicked arse. She suddenly let loose a loud orgasmic shout and, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I watched her whole body spasm. She turned her head, smiled at me, and continued to fuck him. I grinned, nodded and waved. I knew I could have joined them – house rule – but instead I left. As I staggered back home, my legs trembled. I felt weak but my heart continued to beat strongly. And my empty anus, well, I needed another cock back up there as soon as I could arrange it. I knew I would crave that full feeling forevermore. I found my wife still spread out on the couch. I paused and gazed down at her. Why did she have to be such a prude? She had given up on the most wonderful thing in the universe: sex. But that had driven me onto something greater and much more spiritually fulfilling, not to mention physically. Sex with men was definitely far better and much purer. She woke and looked up. "Did you have fun?" I chuckled. "Yeah, I did." "How was the game?" "Invigorating," I said. "Energetic. More than I expected. Bit of a surprise, too." "Lots of sticking on that pool table?" "That, too." She looked up at me and actually smiled. "As I said before, it is always good to have a hobby. One needs pleasure in one's life." Guilt washed my soul for a moment before I told it who was boss. My wife winked at me and smiled. And I wondered. ### July 2021 by Hozzel. Authors notes: I was not sure which part of Breeding Zone this should should be posted, so I posted it in the same area as part 1. This is an original work of fiction. The characters are all invented but the story stems from a real experience related to me many years ago by a spunky online friend from Sydney. We used to exchange scalding hot emails, and had a great deal of fun describing what we would do to each other. He had gotten off on my Mistress J and mansex stories, and he gave me permission to use his real all-male gangbang experience in a story. He described himself as a multi-cummer who loved being restrained and fucked for an hour solid by his top buddy and his buddy's mates. As he travelled cross-country for work, we agreed to get together when he was in my state. He promised to fill my virgin arse with many loads and I promised he could bottom for me, too. Sadly, he passed away from asbestosis before the fun-filled hookup could happen. This one's for you, mate. It would have been one hot afternoon. I would love to hear your thoughts about part III. What would you like? What will happen? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a hard throbbing wet response, I would positively love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at my pseudonym, athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.

It was a normal night. A hot, muggy Friday summer night, 11:00 PM. I was walking from my apartment to The Machine Shop, my favorite sleaze bar. A good night to have a few drinks, see some friends and fuck a hot cumdump or three. Suddenly, I heard noises from behind a dumpster in the alley I was pa. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and slowed down, pausing in front of the entrance to the alley. I listened more carefully and heard a moan and some panting. I stopped and listened more carefully and could hear someone whisper “breed me, dude. Give me your load.” The rhythmic slap slap got a little louder and the panting got faster and then the slap slap stopped and there was a grunt. Someone was getting what he asked for. A minute later a guy walked out from behind the dumpster zipping up his shorts. He was a handsome, bearded, middle aged dad-bod guy and he just smirked at me and laughed. “Pretty sure he won’t say no to another load.” He walked past me and out of sight. I went into the alley and behind the dumpster was quite a sight. A cute, short, very furry blonde boy with a buzz cut took his shorts, which were hanging from the dumpster, and was halfway to putting them on when he saw me. “You wanna fuck me too, man? $25 in my ass, $15 in my mouth. I take all loads. Raw only.” He stared at me, impassively, with big saucer eyes (somebody had clearly been partying) and stood there, waiting for an answer, holding his shorts. I don’t normally pay for sex. I don’t have to. I’m a pretty hot Daddy if I do say so myself, 45, 5’7, 200 lbs, solid muscle with some padding, covered in fur, trim beard, big hairy ass, and a big fat uncut cock that has the boys I like begging Daddy to fuck them. But this kid’s matter of fact demeanor and sexy face intrigued me, plus I have a hard time turning down a sloppy hole. I got a glimpse of his big ass covered in blonde fur, which is something that really turns me on. “Sure,” I said. “But not here. It smells and it’s hot. I just live a few blocks away. Come. Now, faggot.” I turned and left the alley without waiting to see if he was following me. I knew he would. He looked just a little desperate and I figured he could probably use a shower. He called out “hey, dude, wait up.” I stopped walking and waited for him to catch up to me. He wasn’t more than 5’3” but had a very large, sexy ass that looked like it could be plowed for hours. I intended to find out. We didn’t speak on the short walk back to my apartment. One of the reasons I chose the apartment was that it was a sleazier part of town and close to my favorite bar. I could dip out on a Wednesday night, have a beer, chat with friends, load up a cumdump with daddy issues and make it home in an hour if I wanted to. I opened the front door of the building and ushered my boy whore into the lobby. We walked past the security guard, Josh, who smirked. He was a hot beefy, young queer student who was usually sitting there studying physics or chemistry. He’d seen me walk in with enough sluts to know what was going on. Once in a while he and I hooked up after his shift was over at midnight. A couple of times I invited him up to my apartment to fuck some slut I brought home from the bar. He had a nice fat cock and a big ass that I loved eating while he was fucking some pig. He still hadn’t let me fuck him yet, but I knew it was just a matter of time. Josh smiled at the whore and he motioned to me to text him. I smiled and nodded. The boy and I entered the elevator. I could smell him from a few feet away. He didn’t smell sour, just a bit ripe from being outside and I could smell the cum that was slowly dripping down his leg and into his sock. We got off the elevator at my floor and I walked out without looking at the whore. I still hadn’t said anything to him since I ordered him to follow me. This was making him increasingly nervous and he started to try to make conversation. I cut him off and said “Stop talking now, boy.” I opened the apartment door and he abruptly stopped speaking and relaxed. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. I’m gonna fuck you. Then I’m gonna fuck you some more. Then we’ll see what happens. OK?” I smiled at him and motioned for him to come to me. Just inside the door, I pulled him close and started to kiss him on the mouth, first gently, then increasingly hard. I pulled away from him and slapped him across the face. He flinched and his cheek quickly reddened. “What’s your name, Sir?” “My name’s Jake. But you can call me Daddy or Sir if that turns you on. What’s your name, whore?” He smiled and said “Adam, sir. But you can call me whore if you want. It’s the truth and I love it.” “Good whore. Take off your clothes. Leave your jockstrap on. What’s in the bag?” “Just some supplies, Sir. It’s how I make a living.” Ah. The little whore also dealt drugs. This was going to be fun. “How old are you, boy?” “Just 20, Sir.” “Good. Daddy likes corrupting the youth of America.” He laughed and said “I’ve been corrupted for a few years now. I spent half of high school as the hockey and baseball teams cumdump.” I laughed along with him and reached around to his big furry ass. I could feel the cum dripping out of his hole. “How many tricks have you turned today?” “Four, plus the guy in the alley. They all bred my cunt. I saw some regulars this afternoon. I was on my way to the Machine Shop to have a few drinks and meet up with some friends.” “Good, faggot. Nice to know you’re already pre-lubed.” He slightly blushed and I led him to my spare room, set up as a playroom. I walked over to the small fridge and handed him a bottle of water. “Drink it, boy. Stay hydrated. How long you been partying?” “Just since noon, today.” “Good, let’s get you spun back up and put some more loads in your cunt, son. Sound like a plan?” He smiled and said “yes, SIR!,” and proceeded to pull a loaded pipe from a padded, zippered pouch in his bag. He heated up the bowl and took a huge hit off it. This boy was a pro. He motioned me over to take the shotgun. I pulled it in and we passed it back and forth before we did 5 or 6 more huge hits. I had already popped a Cialis so I would be able to keep fucking the boy as long as I wanted. After the last hit I shoved a fat buttplug in his cunt and sent the boy into the bathroom to shower, warning him not to let any of his tricks’ cum out of his ass. “I wanna eat some of that out of your cunt and definitely want to use it to lube up my cock” He grinned and said “yes, sir!” I showed him where the towels were and went back to the playroom, lowered the lights, turned some sleazy gang bang porn on the huge TV on the wall and heard my phone buzz. It was Josh, the security guard, texting me. “That boy is hot as fuck. Any chance you wanna share him?” I knew this was going to be good. Maybe this was my chance to get Josh spun and fuck him too. He was also pretty young, just 21 and finishing his college degree at the local university. He had played football and hockey in high school and had that beefy body they often did. He was about 5’8” and probably weighed around 180. Completely smooth except for his dark hairy legs and bush with a fat cut dick and a big ass that just begged for daddy cock. He thought he was a top. I planned on turning him into a switch. I had never partied with Josh before, but figured I’d offer it to him and see what he did. He could always say no or leave, his choice. But I had a feeling that once he saw Adam’s ass, his cock would be hard, tina or no. I looked at the time. It was 11:45 and Josh’s shift would be ending soon. I smiled and responded to his text “The boy is in the shower. Come up when you’re done. I’ll leave the door unlocked. I’ll leave you a boner pill on the counter.” He just responded with a big happy face emoji. I walked out to the counter in the kitchen and left the yellow, oval shaped pill on the counter with a glass of water. My cock was rock hard, knowing I was about to get a twofer. T-15 minutes.

My Playroom—September, 2020 We’d been talking online forever. I was pretty sure that talk was all that this one would ever be—after all there was an almost 40 year age difference. But we kept talking. We loved the same things— juicy, cumfilled fucks. Loads shot down the throat. And most of all piss—anywhere and everywhere. And then on the last day of the month, he asked to come to the playroom. We talked about covid. He never left his college apartment, where he lived alone, as all his classes were virtual. I told him about meeting the guys in their playroom…which was just shy of two weeks ago. He was fine with that. He asked that we not use names. I would be Daddy. I was to call him Boy or Urinal. I was fine with that. It actually made my dick twitch. Then he asked if this meet could just be oral. (I was guessing he’d stopped his PrEP as he was not hooking up.) Normally, I might not have agreed to no fucking, but the lure of a piss pig was too strong. It was the right decision. He arrives right on time—and needing to piss. We go right upstairs and strip. The boy is tall and lanky. He could almost be me at 24, thin, toned not muscular, shaggy hair, slightly hairy chest, and a big hard dick pokes out of the side of his jock. He goes barefoot. I am in a dirty jock and boots. “Come here, Boy.” I point to between my spread legs as I lean on the fuck bench. “Suck my dick.” “Yes, Daddy.” He kneels between my boots. He inhales. And begins to mouth the dried piss and cum on the jock. He groans. He fists his growing dick. I just have to touch his arm and he knows to stop jerking himself. He concentrates on me. He takes me down effortlessly. This Boy has talent. And I tell him so. I finally stop him. He rocks back on his heels, looking at my engorged, red dick. “Beautiful, Daddy.” I thank him by sending a short blast of piss across his face. The blast covers his face. The second spurt goes into his open, begging mouth. I push my cock into his piss filled mouth and face fuck him…making him drool some piss down his chest. He whimpers. A whimper that tells me he loves it. “Get on the fuck bench. I need to at least eat that ass.” He clambers up as he says, “Daddy, the next time we meet, I promise you will fuck me with that beautiful Daddy Dick.” His ass is magnificent. It is the perfect bubble butt. There is some hair in the crack—and quite a bit right around his hole. The jock frames it perfectly. My cock so wants to poke into that pucker. But I kneel and settle for my tongue. I lick the length of the crack. I tongue fuck him. I travel down his hairy taint, pull the jock away and lick his balls from behind. I suddenly feel it. I stand and shoot a spurt of piss on his ass crack. “Yes!” he crows. “Give it to me.” I am already back on my knees and licking it all up. I swallow most of it. And push some into his tight boy hole. “I need to piss so bad—but I’m too hard,” he moans. I tell him to get up. He does and instantly goes to his knees and swallows me down. “Don’t forget my balls.” Boy moves off my dick and takes one after the other into his mouth. I stop jerking and will myself to piss a little. I get the tiniest drizzle to run down my shaft and over my balls—which he laps up with tiny grunts in the back of his throat. We break long enough to drink a bottle of water each. “Sling time.” He gets in. I stand between his legs—and instantly shoot out a stream that first hits his mouth and then covers his chest. “Yesssssss!” he sighs. He scoops up some with the palm of his hand and dribbles it into his mouth. I lap up what has landed on his sizable cock. He squirms. “Does Daddy suck Boy dick?” I don’t answer. I give him head that makes him squirm. I stop when I see his balls tightening. Now I go to his ass. His hand goes to his cock. I stop and look at him. He lets go and grabs the D-rings of the sling. I love how open his hole is now—almost like a dick had been in it. I tongue fuck him. Then I give him a quick, short piss squirt and go back to eating it. I hand him the blindfold. He puts it on. I lick his entire body. I piss on his pits—splashing some into his mouth as well. I lick it up. I move to the other pit and do it again. I cover his cock and lick it off, careful not to take him into my mouth. Then it is back to his wet ass. “Daddy, I have to…piss…” and before he gets the last word out, he is pissing all over himself—his now semi hard pointing right at his mouth. I grab his dick and point it straight up where his piss rains down on his pubes and balls—and begins to sluice down his ass crack. I swallow it down. It is incredibly sweet. When I have had enough, I stand up and rub my cock around on the wet crack of his ass. I bring it to his mouth. He hungrily cleans my cock of his own piss mixed with mine. I take off the blindfold and get him out of the sling. We drink a little more. He kneels and I truly feed him a piss load down his throat. He is on the verge of shooting as I do it. I clamp down and stop myself from emptying it all down his throat. “Stand up and lean into the sling.” He does. I tell him I’m going to piss his crack—and then he’s going to sit on the rimseat. I cover his bubble butt with the last of my piss load, directing most of it to the hairy crack. I lie down and shut the seat down. He sits—carefully—this is a first for him. His ass rains piss down on my face. He moans loudly as my tongue finds what was once a pucker and is now becoming a slit—even without fucking. This is doing it for me. I have to stop jerking my dick to make sure I will give it the Boy. “Daddy—that feels so good.” His hole opens more. My tongue goes deeper. “It’s just like you’re fucking me.” I grunt, lost in the moment. “I promise to come back so you can breed me…” I tongue fuck him. Hard. I wish that he could piss again—I so want to be covered as he is sitting there. Without warning he stands up. He kneels between my legs and takes my cock into his hot mouth…and before I know it, I am giving him my load. I shoot and shudder and hold him in place. Not that he is going anywhere. When I finally let him go—he still stays there, making sure he has every drop. We get up. He whispers “May I cum?” “Of course. How can I help?” “Eat my boipussy some more.” He gets in the sling—where there are still puddles of piss on the leather. He jerks and I eat. He shoots—like 24 year olds do—copious and very white—all over himself. He doesn’t expect me to lick it up. Or feed him some cum off my fingers. But he is glad I do… The Original is here: [think before following links] [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/01/daddy-i-have-topiss.html

Been a slut since my teens. Once PrEP hit, he condoms I often had to use came off completely and I went into full breeding stock mode. The mount of semen that has bathed the walls of my ass cavern could easily fill several gallon jugs.

Matt is back in his college town for a Mardi Gras party. Two of his friends from college are hosting the party. Matt returned to help them. It's been about a week since Mark and Matt broke up. Matt is really horny to get fucked. Since Mark broke it off with Matt, Matt has been on AOL chatting with guys. Matt has cyber sex almost every day. During his cyber sex sessions with guys, sometimes with multiple guys at once. Matt is always taking cock bare in cyber sex. Matt is letting multiple guys a night fuck him without condoms on AOL. Matt is telling at least 2 guys a day to cum inside him. When guys ask if Matt fucks bare IRL (in real life), Matt says yes. Matt loves admitting how much he loves getting fucked bareback. It makes him so hard. With his friends though, Matt knows he can't admit that he loves getting fucked without condoms. This weekend, Matt is staying with his friends so he has to play safe if he is going to have sex. Matt has arranged have sex with a cyber sex partner on Friday and spend the day on Saturday helping his friends set up the party and stay the night of the party with his friends. One of the guys Matt had cyber sex with is a professor at his college. He is in his 40s. Way out of Matt's dating range, but the cyber sex is so hot that Matt told him that he is coming to town. Matt goes to the professor's house which is a nice place near campus. It's still winter so Matt is dressed in tight jeans, a tee, sweater, boots, scarf, hat and jacket. Sometimes the clothes feel like they weigh as much as Matt does. He rings the doorbell and an attractive man in his 40s, tight wool sweater over his pecs and shoulders and a small belly opens the door. The man has grey hair and a trimmed beard. The professor is smiling down at him and invites Matt inside. Matt is very nervous. This is the oldest man that he's met IRL. The professor offers to take Matt's coat, hat, and scarf and asks Matt to take off his boots at the door. Matt hands the professor his outerwear. He bends over to take off his boots. The professor says, "you have a great ass. Would you also like to take off your jeans?" Matt blushes. He looks back at the man and says, "If I do that, I'll probably end up getting fucked." As Matt says this, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them off exposing his very small briefs. Matt also pulls off his socks and sweater. Matt stands before the professor in just his tight tee and his small briefs. The professor says, "Take it all off and I'll fuck you right now." Matt pulls off his tee shirt and pushes down his briefs. Naked and hard, Matt has been in the professor's house for less than 5 minutes. The professor takes out his cock and says, "Suck it slut." Matt gets on his knees and kisses the tip of the cock in front of him. He's still in the entryway of the house, naked, on his knees. The professor takes off his sweater as this boy's mouth begins to work his cock. The professor didn't expect this boy to be a total slut. He knew that the cyber sex was hot, but figured the boy would need some alcohol and relaxation before he turned into a cock whore. This boy was slobbering on his cock before they made it to the living room. After a few minutes of getting his cock sucked, the professor makes his way over to a chair and guides Matt to his knees in front of the chair to continue sucking. A few more minutes of getting a decent blowjob, the professor asks if Matt is prepared to get fucked, "Is your ass clean and ready to get eaten and fucked?" Matt says yes. The professor bends Matt over a couch and dives into Matt's hole. Matt begins moaning and knows he made the right choice coming here to let this older man fuck him. The professor is focused on Matt's ass. He is tongue fucking the boy and eating his sweet hole. The professor came out in the early 1980s and began having sex without condoms then. He started using condoms in 1984-5 and has been pretty religious about condom usage until AOL chat rooms and cyber sex. The professor still used condoms with guys he dated, but with young twink sluts like Matt, he would fuck them sans condom. His bare cock felt so good inside the little sluts. No pretense, just bare cock in young, tight ass. Matt's ass felt pretty tight for a twink who got naked and started sucking cock within 5 minutes of meeting him. The professor had a sleazy thought. He knew the moaning twink was in high slut mode right now. The professor got up and slid his cock over the boys waiting, wet hole. He said, "Did you tell me the truth online? Do you like getting fucked bareback?" Matt moaned, "Yes. I told you the truth." The professor opened a drawer and grabbed lube and a condom. He lubed his cock and put the condom on Matt's back. The professor said, "I can wear a condom if you want me to. It's right here." As he said that, the professor lined his lubed cock up and touched it to Matt's hole. Matt had a conflicted look on his face. The professor could see it in the hallway mirror. The professor picked up the condom, put it in Matt's hand and said, "Just tell me if you want me to put it on. You just met me less than 20 minutes ago. Do you want me to fuck you bareback?" Matt took the condom in his hand. The professor's cock was pushing into Matt's hole even before Matt could answer. Matt felt the bare cock sliding inside him. Matt moaned. Matt said, "Your cock feels so good in my ass." The professor said, "Your hole feels good around my bare cock slut. You can open that condom and ask me to wear it you know?" Matt said, "I like how your cock feels." The professor began to fuck the boy slut bent over his couch in earnest. He grabbed his hips and started to fuck him hard. The slut was moaning and still holding the condom. "You like getting fucked bareback don't you slut?" said the professor. Matt moaned that he loved it. Professor said, "Are you going to take my load like you did online? In our chat you begged me to cum inside your ass. Do you want me to cum in your ass?" Matt moaned again and said, "Please cum inside me." The professor said, "You have a condom in your hand and you could make me wear it. You don't need to take my load. A stranger's load in your unprotected ass. A guy you don't know. Are you going to let a total stranger cum inside you?" Matt was so caught up - this was like the hottest sex talk he'd ever had. Matt said, "Please cum in me. I know we just met but I want your load." The professor grabbed the boy, slot his load deep in the boy's ass, and the boy dropped his condom on the couch unused and unopened. Matt took 3 more loads from the professor that night. He begged for all of them. When Matt left in the morning, his clothes were still in the entry hall where he had left them. He felt well fucked but was still incredibly horny. He spent the next few hours getting brunch with his friends, evading questions about where he spent Friday night, and getting ready for the Mardi Gras party. The party was fun. Matt was dressed in a tight tee, short sparkly booty shorts and sneakers. As the night went on, his tee came off as he was dancing. Matt was just in his purply sparkly booty shorts and sneakers when he met Ricky. Ricky was hot, thin, 19, a sophomore, twink, great hair, and a winning smile. Ricky and Matt hit it off. They started talking, drinking, dancing. Eventually, the two of them were seated in a chair in the living room as the party thinned out. Matt was in Ricky's lap. Ricky's cock was hard. Ricky's hand was down the back of Matt's shorts (no underwear) as they kissed. Ricky said to Matt, "No underwear? Is that a sign you are looking to get laid tonight?" Matt said, "Maybe." The boys laughed. Ricky found Matt's hole and rubbed it. Matt moaned a bit. He slapped Ricky's hand away. The party hosts came over. Both party hosts had found guys to spend the night with them. They said good night. Ricky and Matt went to the loft space to which was were Matt was spending the night. The hosts went to their bedrooms. As Ricky and Matt got naked, sucked cock, made out and Matt spread his legs for Ricky to fuck him; Ricky realized he didn't have a condom. Matt was crestfallen and totally turned on. He wanted Ricky to fuck him bareback. But, he was staying with his friends. Matt knew he could get away with bareback fucks elsewhere, but not here in his friends' house. Matt lost his erection pretty quickly. Ricky saw Matt lose his erection. Ricky said, "Don't worry I can get you off with my mouth." That's when the boys heard a door open and one of the party hosts escort his guest to the door. Matt slipped on his shorts, told Ricky he would get a condom, climbed out of the loft area, and went to see his friend for a condom. Ricky laid back and was stroking his big cock. Condoms always made Ricky go soft. He had a thick dick so they pinched him and didn't feel good. Ricky was actually hoping that this slut was going to let him in without a condom. Ricky was stroking his big cock thinking about that when Matt came back to the loft. Matt saw Ricky lying on his back, stroking his big cock, and he slipped out of his shorts and straddled Ricky. He put the condom and lube packets on the floor next to them. Matt was rock hard again as he leaned over to kiss Ricky. Ricky and Matt resumed a hot make out session. Matt's ass was rubbing Ricky's cock head. Ricky was rubbing his shaft all over Matt's ass crack. Matt opened the condom. Ricky opened the lube. Ricky lubed his cock. Matt fiddled with the condom. Ricky put the head of his cock at Matt's hole. Matt pushed back instinctively. Ricky's bare cock slid right into Matt's excited hole. Almost all the way in one stroke. Matt, condom out of the package and in his hand, moaned. Both boys knew the condom was in Matt's hands and not on Ricky's cock. Matt watched Ricky's face for signs of displeasure as he opened his ass, pushed back and let his ass take all of Ricky's bare cock. Ricky moaned, closed his eyes, and whispered; "Ride me." Matt felt embarrassed to be riding a raw cock in his friends' house, but he was so turned on that Matt started riding Ricky's bare cock. Matt was riding Ricky well, using his ass muscles, and stroking his cock as he rode his hookup's cock. Ricky was moaning. Matt was moaning. Ricky started trusting up into Matt. Matt leaned forward and let the boy under him fuck him. He could feel Ricky's cock fucking him. Matt reached back and felt the bareback shaft as it fucked him. This is the first time Matt felt a raw cock as it slid in and out of his ass. He was mesmerized. Ricky said, "Play with my balls." Matt did. Ricky started to tense up and said, "I'm gonna cum." Matt didn't move. Ricky opened his eyes and looked at Matt. He whispered, "I'm going to cum inside you." Matt let Ricky keep fucking him. He didn't move. Ricky came in Matt's ass and grabbed Matt to kiss him to keep from shouting as he came inside the boy he'd just met. Ricky noticed Matt had not cum yet. Ricky was still hard. He said, "I can cum again. Want me to fuck you some more?" Matt said yes. Ricky flipped Matt on his back, lifted his legs and slipped his cock back inside Matt. Ricky was fucking Matt for about 20 minutes missionary, doggie, they rode again, Matt pressed on the floor, etc. Ricky flipped Matt back over, the unopened condom was pressed to Matt's chest when he flipped back over. Ricky looked back down at Matt and whispered, "You like cum in your ass, but don't want your friends to know right?" Matt nodded. Ricky slid his bare cock back in Matt's willing hole. Ricky whispered, "You pretend to want safe sex, even got a condom, but you like taking it bareback don't you?" Matt nodded. Ricky pulled out of Matt. Put the condom on his cock. Sliding back into a surprised Matt, Ricky whispered, "We need to at least use the condom so your friends won't think your a whore. Whether I cum in the condom though or in your hole is up to you. If you want to take it off me, just do it. You can always tell your friends something about why there is no jizz in it. They may not believe you. They might. Up to you." Matt let Ricky fuck him for a few minutes. The condom covered cock rubbed Matt's ass wrong. He didn't like it. But he didn't want his friends to think he was a whore. Ricky stroked Matt's cock as he fucked him. Ricky was fucking Matt harder now because Matt's ass was loose and open from getting plowed for 30 minutes. Ricky pulled out, flipped Matt doggie and that is when he felt Matt's hand reach back and remove the condom. Ricky said, "Your slutty side won huh?" Matt moaned as Ricky's bareback cock slid back in his well fucked hole. Ricky was so turned on that this slut had just removed the condom that he was close. Ricky decided to do his new friend a favor. He said, "I'm close." Matt was stroking his cock. Matt was close too - deliriously close - to cumming. Ricky said in a normal voice, "Where do you want it?" Matt said, in a normal voice, "In my ass" Ricky made a couple more strokes, grunted loudly, and screamed "Take my load slut." Matt came all over the floor as Ricky came in his ass. Ricky collapsed on Matt. They made out for awhile afterwards. Ricky decided not to stick around for the aftermath of Matt realizing his friends might have heard the things they said. Ricky left to go back to his dorm. Matt woke up in the morning, had breakfast with his friends, blushed and deflected their questions, swore they used a condom, but he couldn't show his friends that the cum was in the condom because he had already flushed it down the toilet. Matt thought it was plausible. Matt's friends knew that he had taken Ricky's cum in his ass. Matt arrived home on Sunday, took a shower, got online and had cyber sex with three different guys. Matt took all of them bare in the cyber sex and begged them to cum inside him.

I had gone to the Winter Party in Miami a few years ago, and was feeling pretty good. I was high, hard, and horny. I was at the welcome party around the pool and got separated from my posse. I was able to focus enough to see all the guys I was dancing near were super hot. Two sexy as fuck dudes (one black and one white), encircled me, and we dance, bumped, ground, etc,. together. They said they were going to their room to freshen up...so I went too. They said they were scouts for TIM, and wanted to know if I was interested. "Fuck Yeah!" I exclaimed in the hall, as we into a hospitality room or suite. They asked a series of questions: Top/Bottom? (a: Yes!) , Party n Play: (a. Yes!) , Other guys, chems, cocks were all over, so I jumped in and played with them, posing for pictures, video, etc. After quite a long play period, I thanked them and staggered back to the pool deck and realized that my audition had been fake (duh) just trying to get me into the sling/sack. I auditioned for smaller local studios, and love the casting couch.

Part 3 - The Unwanted Attention "Good morning your highness" Jackson spoke with a spring in his voice entering the bedroom. Alex turned over in bed "Is it time to get up already?" he asked in complaining tone. Jackson put the cup of coffee next to the bed "Your highness has a busy day ahead" he replied. "Sit on the bed and tell me what I am doing then" Alex commanded with a grin on his face. Jackson sat on the edge of the bed "Lunch with the royal guests and the Governor Premier". Alex pulled a face "Please tell me that is it" he said dreading what else was to come. Jackson chuckled "Dinner with the royal guests and you entertaining Prince Andreas" he said. Alex sat up "Actually I think you can entertain Prince Andreas" he replied with sarcasm. Jackson stood up "Not on your life, don't like him" he informed Alex. "I will make it worth your while" Alex offered then giggled. Jackson grabbed Alex and pulled him out of bed "Nothing you can do would make me do that". Alex ran his hand down over Jackson's cock "Your highness that is inappropriate" he said pushing his groin forward more. "So why is it almost hard then?" Alex asked causing Jackson to grin. Jackson kissed Alex then pushed him down to his knees "Suck me off!" he demanded. There was no hesitancy apart from Alex fumbling around trying to unzip the trousers then finally pulled Jacksons hefty cock out from his underwear, he was amazed seeing Jackson had already leaked precum. Alex knew it was enough of a sign that Jackson was feeling the same way. Close up it looked menacing the way the eight inches of his cock protruded out of his trousers and arching down in a semi hard state for a moment before it seemed to magically rise. Alex looked up at Jackson his eyes said it all, he had no idea what he was doing. Jackson smiled and started guiding the prince letting his tongue flickering at the partially rolled back foreskin hitting the head of Jackson's cock making it bounce in anticipation. His head being guided Alex opened his mouth the anticipation of sucking his first cock had him diving on to the cock at light speed and squealing in pure joy, his mouth taking in the fullness of the girth and feeling it quickly change in to a very hard state. Careful not to choke or gag himself Alex allowed Jackson to guide his head forcing his lips up and down delicately, the head of Jackson's cock ran across his tongue slowly at first. Suddenly his taste buds assimilated the tangy saltiness of precum, his head held still by Jackson's hands who was now gently using his hips to control the thrusting. Both overly excited Jackson would pull right back and slap Alex's face with his cock before pushing it back in to his mouth. Alex giggled through a mouth full of cock each time and grabbed his own cock pleasuring himself, his eyes half closed moaning sweetly. Jackson felt his balls contract quickly and sharply pulled his cock out of Alex's mouth just in time, the first three splats of his cum shot across Alex's chin, nose and left cheek. Alex groaned shooting his load and just missing Jackson's trousers, his mouth opened accidentally took a few after shots making the prince splutter spitting on the floor, Jackson pushed his cock back in to the succulent warm mouth that gently clamped down on his cock. Alex's head bobbed rapidly rewarding with the last few squirts of cum flowing down his throat. Alex pulled off unsure what to make of the taste at first, he found himself being pulled up by Jackson until they were face to face. Jackson licked the cum up Alex chin towards his mouth then kissed with him with an incredible passion taking Alex completely by surprise. Alex stood there eyes half closed in a dreamy state then felt himself fall backwards landing on his back on the bed. "Did you just push me?" Alex asked between laughs. Jackson leant over placing his hands either side of the prince "I am in charge!" he said. Alex grinned "I am a prince, you can't push me!" he said then cracked up laughing. Jackson hauled him off the bed "Not when it is just the two of us" he said, "Go shower". "Yes sir" Alex replied bowing his head mocking Jackson's bow. Jackson chuckled "You keep doing that and next time I won't be so gentle" he warned. Alex looked over his shoulder "Is that a promise?" he asked and Jackson nodded winking at him. Jackson went to the dressing room and prepared some clothes hanging them up on the rail ready for when his prince had finished showering. He stopped holding a shirt his thoughts second doubting himself and this is was a good idea being sexually involved with his master. It could put his career in jeopardy if word got out, his head was nowhere near ready to rule over his heart though and he quickly dismissed the thought deciding to play things carefully and not spend too much time in the royal apartment. It was the strangest of relationships, proper and official when dressing the prince, then erotic caressing when undressing that ultimately lead them to sexual antics. Alex knew he could trust Jackson and for the few weeks they had together he was so happy just being treated normally and relished the time they had together. With Alden so busy with Elethera it was down to Alex and play pretend at being a friend to Prince Andreas. Walking towards the family dining room he was not looking forward to this one bit and for the first half an hour he played nicely. The footman opened the door announcing 'Your Majesties and Royal Highnesses, Monrovia's Governor Premier', Steven entered the room and bowed his head and immediately went over to King and Queen, then Alden and finally Alex. His father introduced the Governor to the Hellenic Royal Family then surprisingly the Governor turned and headed towards Alex. "Your highnesses" Steven said bowing his head, "May I have a few minutes of your time?". Alex nodded "Of course, excuse us Andreas" he said grateful for the interruption. Alex walked to the garden windows and outside "What can I do for you Governor?" he asked. Steven smiled "Well your highness it is about your future plans" he said. "Been speaking to the King?" Alex asked knowing full well his father probably had talked. "I wondered if you would take on more official duties now your highness?" Steven asked. "Oh" Alex replied the stopped to look at him, "In what way?" he asked curiously. Steven tried to gauge his reaction "Well some state visits and public appearances to get you use to them" he offered. Alex nodded slowly understanding "You will of course go on the civil list" Steven explained. "Is there not enough royals on it already?" Alex asked, "After all I am only the spare". The Governor chuckled shaking his head "Your highness, you are not perceived that way". They carried on walking "People only see you as the younger prince, never under estimate how well liked you are" Steven said. Alex chuckled and looked at him "Carry on" he said, "You might be winning here". Steven smiled "You are also very smart and savvy" he continued, "And, your attractive". Alex stopped and turned to him "Oh!" he replied caught off guard by the remark. "Do you mean to say my brother is dumb?" Alex asked smirking which Steven noticed. "Not at all your highness, he is more constitutional in his thinking" Steven replied carefully. Alex laughed "How very politically correct your answer is, no wonder why you are the governor" he said beginning to like him. "Prince Alexander it would be an honour having you as a serving royal" Steven emphasised. "Instead of a layabout you mean?" Alex replied almost too quick off the mark for Steven. He stopped the Governor from replying, "One condition though!" Alex exclaimed quickly. Alex knew the governor was gay and it was like a magnetic connection appeared out of nowhere between them, he definitely got the impression that Steven liked him as a person, it was his body language and the casual but still retaining the official stance in the way he spoke. It was like a breath of fresh air and Alex felt his heart thumping in his chest from nerves and what he was about to do that was long overdue. They continued walking and Alex was quiet for a moment making sure they were perfectly alone. "Is your highness playing at keeping me in suspense?" Steven finally asked. Alex laughed "Not at all. I want to do more in helping the gay community" he said. Steven quickly glanced around "We can do that, but you should consider equal split so not to draw attention". "I am glad you understand Governor" Alex said glancing at Steven, "I am not ready on that part of my life to be open". Steven smiled "Your highness has my unquestionable discretion" he said suddenly clicking. "I think we understand each other" Alex said, "How is your husband?" he asked changing subjects. "Sexy as always and very well" Steven replied assessing if he overstepped his response. They started walking back. "Steven, do you think I will have to find a royal one?" Alex asked hoping the governor knew what he meant. "The Queen was of a noble family here in Monrovia" Steven said slightly deviating in his answer to the the question. Alex sighed "Drop the dam political answers when we are in private" he said getting annoyed. Steven grinned "Your highness needs to learn patience" he said, "The choice is yours , proceed with caution though". "Is it really though?" Alex replied staring off over the gardens, "The King and Queen may not approve of anyone I choose?". "Your highness, the monarchs will be happy if you are happy" Steven spoke sincerely, "That is the beauty of Monrovia being so liberal". "When you find someone let me have them checked out your highness" Steven offered. Alex chuckled "You mean have sex with them?" he asked grinning. Steven laughed unable to contain himself "No that is most certainly not what I meant". "Liar!" Alex replied laughing then going quiet, "I feel trapped here, unable to move freely" he said. Steven stopped walking "I don't understand, in what way?" he asked. Alex spoke quietly "I can not do anything without someone looking" he replied confusing himself. "If I can help I will your highness" Steven said reassuring him, "You only have to ask". Alex nodded "What if I want to turn my back on this life?" he asked, "You know go for a quiet life hidden away just a normal job". Steven looked him in the eye "I would not accept that decision from you" he said sharply. "Wow calm down" Alex replied feeling he had upset the governor. "Apologies your highness but I never expected that" Steven said looking shocked. Alex looked up the palace. "Are you that unhappy here your highness?" he asked. He shrugged "I do not know Governor, I am trying to work a lot of things out". "Please do not say anything" Alex pleaded approaching the French doors. "You can turn to me for anything your highness, please remember that" Steven said kindly. Alex noticed the look he was getting from Prince Andreas "Can you make that go away?" he asked. Steven didn't need to look in the direction Alex was looking "I wish" he replied. "May I invite your highness for lunch at the governors mansion?" Steven now asked. Alex smiled and nodded "You may indeed and I will gladly accept so along as we can drop the formalities" he replied smiling. Steven let Alex pass through the door ahead of him bowing with a big smile on his face. The King came over keen to know what was going on and the Governor spoke of his intention to get Prince Alexander involved more with public duties. The news put in the King in a jovial mood over lunch, he was so happy that his son was starting to take on a more active royal role. Alex on the other hand was trying to extend their lunch for as long as possible by eating slowly, his mother had picked up on this and hinted to him several times to finish his lunch, he hoped it would mean having to spend less time with Prince Andreas. With lunch finished Alex grabbed the Governor's attention with conversation whilst Prince Andreas stood there watching him what looked like a malevolent smirk on his face and tapping his foot indicating he was waiting. His plan didn't last long since the Governor had to get back to his daily business and took his leave. With the Governor gone and the families retiring to the lounge area Alden and Elethera went out leaving Prince Andreas with Alex, he was quick to remind Alex that he was promised a tour of the palace. If there was one thing he could do well since he had shown an interest growing up in all the different rooms, portraits, furnishings and artefacts that were strewn through out the palace. Going from from room to room in the palaces official state rooms Andreas was paying attention and watching Alex very carefully. After several hours they moved in to the royal residencies and Andreas coerced and unassuming Alex to show him his royal apartments. Andreas strode beyond the closed doors to the apartment, dressing room and in to the large bedroom that overlooked the private gardens, the room was quiet an almost peaceful serenity existed here. He turned waiting for Alex to follow him through "Close the doors" Andreas said. "Sorry?" Alex replied looking suspiciously at him, "We are not staying here". Andreas smirked at Alex "I saw you flirting outrageously with the Governor" he said. Alex looked on with a shocked expression "We are talking, you assume too much" he replied. Andreas brushed past Alex closing the doors and turning to him "Entertain me!" he demanded, "I think you know how I want to be entertained". Alex stepped back as Andreas moved forward "Let's go for a swim" Alex suggested. Andreas smiled shaking his head "No, I want something more exciting" he said inching closer, "Something that you can provide". "Err no, I don't think so" Alex quickly replied wondering if he should hit the panic button. Andreas moved closer smirking again "Is the Governor fucking you?" he asked. "Certainly not, how dare you" Alex said feeling very unnerved and glancing at the button. Andreas grabbed him hard around the wrist "Don't even think of it princess" he sneered. "Get the fuck off me" Alex shouted angrily trying to force Andreas to let go. His hand gripped tighter pulling Alex away from the button and pushing him down to the bottom of the bed out of reach of the button. Andreas was stronger and loomed like a dark shadow over Alex, all the time his eyes bored in to Alex with a purpose and intent. Alex couldn't shake off the fear in him knowing full well what the Sovereign Prince wanted and was intent on getting it. A bit of Alex was quite open to sexing Andreas since he was not half bad looking but not like this, it shouldn't be this way and Alex tried again to fight him off, Andreas was quick and grabbed his other arm pinning it to the bed. "Be a good little princess and satisfy me" Andreas said pushing his way between Alex's legs. Alex struggled again at his arms being held down "Stop fighting it" Andreas said laughing, "It will be over quickly". "No one will mind, you are only the spare part of the family" Andreas said taunting him. His wrists were getting painfully sore at the vice like grip Andreas had on them, his body and face began inching closer. Panic set in again only know his body was trapped under the weight of Andreas, twisting his head left then right feeling the warm breath increase with intensity against his face the close he got. Andreas was so close to stealing a kiss and Alex knew that it would not end there. The struggle was real and Alex was powerless to push the prince off him, he was about to rescind and close his eyes to get it over with. Behind them the doors to the bedroom opened and Jackson walked in and held back from rushing at Prince Andreas. "Your highness, I have placed your clean clothes in the draws as requested" Jackson said. Andreas jumped up letting go of Alex "How dare you walk in here, leave!" he demanded. Jackson bowed his head "I don't believe I shall your highness" he replied, "Prince Alexander is who I receive instruction from" he sad standing his ground. Alex hopped off the bed rubbing his wrists "Jackson escort him out and lock the doors". "With pleasure your highness" Jackson replied bowing his head. Andreas stood staring Jackson down, "Leave or I push the button" Alex said with his hand on it. Andreas turned to Alex "You will keep for now princess" he said brushing past Jackson. He turned again to face Alex "This isn't over until I make you sing" Andreas said staring at him and making sure he understood. It was enough to make Jackson push Prince Andreas towards the door "Get out" he said. Alex sat on the bed shaken up when Jackson returned "What was that all about?" he asked. He shrugged looking at Jackson "He just tried it on with me" he replied in a shaking voice. Jackson sat beside him "I never lead him on or even inclined I was that way" Alex said. "Of course you didn't, he just thinks he can take what he wants" Jackson said soothingly. Alex nervously smiled "I hate him even more now" he said looking at his wrists. Jackson stood "Do you want me to stay a while or are you okay Alex?" he asked. "Stay. Please" Alex replied quickly. Jackson stayed with Alex and returned to keep him company when he retired after dinner to escape the leering and off the cuff remarks Andreas was making. Jackson was acting as protector and the bond between them grew stronger, over the following days and Jackson was careful not to lead Alex astray until he was sure the young prince was over the incident with Prince Andreas. Thankfully he left with no further attempts with his family in tow along with Alden, he was spending a few weeks with Elethera before returning for the state visit. If anything Alex disliked Andreas even more now and if there was always going to be the need to look over his shoulder whenever the slimy prince was back in Monrovia. Alex had a few conversations with the Governor and King and stipulated that he wanted to be patron of the International HIV Foundation, the request caused the King to glance at Steven who didn't bat an eyelid. On the cusp of questioning his son's request the Governor quickly advised that it was a good idea considering the reach of the charity and publicity for both the royal family and charity. Agreement was made and Alex asked them to hold off any communication until he had Lady Trasilion over for lunch to seek her approval. Retiring to his apartment one evening the same thought was playing on his mind, he wasn't sure if Jackson had gone off him since he was acting very cool and protective around him. Jackson was already in the dressing room waiting for Alex to arrive, he walked where Jackson bowed his head in acknowledgement and Alex stood in front of the mirror. He knew immediately that the touch of Jackson's fingers against his neck would stir his emotions, without thinking he sighed feeling the touch and dropped his head back against Jackson's shoulder. "Do you not like me anymore?" Alex asked speaking in a hushed tone. Jackson glanced at Alex's reflection in the mirror "Stupid thing to ask course I like you". Alex turned and stared him directly in the eye "Then take me to bed, properly" he said. "Stand still" Jackson said tutting and undoing the shirt, "Are you asking me to fuck you?". Alex nodded slowly keeping eye contact and almost afraid of the rejection "Yes I guess so" he replied nervously. Jackson smirked "Am I allowed to take your royal virginity?" he asked chuckling. "Someone needs to before I explode" Alex replied looking at him, "I need you to teach me". Alex shrugged the shirt off letting it drop to the floor and raised his hand stroking Jackson's cheek, the look between them was one of consent and mutual adoration. Simultaneously they grabbed each other behind the neck forcing their lips together painfully hard. Jackson slipped his hand inside Alex's underwear and roughly grabbed the soft suppleness of the prince's arse. Alex moaned lifting up on tip toes and kissing Jackson harder, the movement invoked a response in Jackson where his arms circled around the prince lifting him effortlessly off the ground. Alex opened his eyes wide in surprise, his hands locking firmly around Jackson's neck and his legs systematically wrapped around Jackson's waist. Their kiss held firm, slowly moving out of the dressing room into the bedroom, Jackson using his foot closed the door and carried his prince over to the bed. Alex moaned softly each time Jackson took a step, it was excited nervousness of what was about to happen but also the unmistakable feel of cock pressed up against his arse. With tender handling Alex found himself lying on the bed, his legs and arms still wrapped around the torso of the man looming over him, hips gyrating and grating the erection hard against him, swiftly Jackson exposed the prince's arse running his fingers over the delicate hole feeling the body under him respond sensually in ripples of delight. His hand moved to extract his cock and pulling the foreskin back that was already moist with precum. Slowly he rubbed the head against the royal hole eliciting the desired response from his prince, tiny noises of pleasure drift off in the expanse of the bedroom. The urge to fuck him bareback was too strong to fight, he knew if he was going to risk his career and take the prince's virginity he may as well plant his commoner seed in him. These thoughts running in his head quickly resulted in more precum secreting out and moistening the hole. Carefully he worked at the hole with his cock until it began to loosen slightly allowing him to start the penetration. He felt the hands of his prince pushing his shoulders away and gasping at the pain of the intrusion, 'Relax' Jackson whispered softly ignoring the natural reaction of Alex to push him away. He leant forward and kissed Alex softly telling him he would go careful and to relax his body. Alex stopped pushing and ran his finger over Jackson's lips 'Kiss me' he pleaded, 'Make love to me' he pleaded with a desperation in his voice. Jackson pushed his hips down allowing the head of his cock to completely disappear inside the princes' arse, quickly his kissed Alex to stifle any loud noises. His finger dug in deep on Jackson's shoulders hoping this would ease the pain and discomfort, the slow tiny movements Jackson made with his hips reduced the pain he initially felt and replaced by a fire of passion in his body that burned scorching every nerve in his body. The enticing movements in his hips pushed more cock inside and every movement Alex made under him only exaggerated the speed of his penetration, careful not to push to much in one go but steadily little by little his cock was disappearing, devoured by the prince's hole. His body trembled as a coping mechanism, the pain was real yet somehow endurable like his body craved sex. Alex was going through new sensations and each time Jackson stopped kissing he looked down in to his eyes seeking reassurance to continue, too preoccupied to kiss his valet again he pulled Jackson back down seeking his mouth and tongue. To him it seemed the only way to reaffirm his intention to Jackson who shifted his legs towards the prince pushing his cock further inside. Alex moaned in his mouth arching his neck back desperate to let out a louder moan, but his valet's mouth followed keeping their mouths connected. His legs resting against Jackson's thighs comfortably he let out one last gasping moan and his legs quivered, snapping his eyes wide open knowing Jackson was fully inside him. Jackson raised his head peering down at Alex and raise an eyebrow, in return he nodded slowly feeling the first of many gentle and tender pelvic thrusts. Alex was transfixed on to Jackson's eyes as they continued to look deep in to each other, wondering what the other was thinking right now, prince and valet crossed the boundaries engaging in sexual intimacy. His arse aching but not wanting Jackson to stop he grabbed on to the muscular arms resting either side of him, Jackson's hot breath wafting over his face like a drug enforced tranquilizer brought the passion to life in Alex, he sough Jackson's mouth again and kissed him with more vigour. Alex could feel every movement of Jackson's body as he made love to him, there was a gratefulness inside that Jackson was the first one he would have a real sexual encounter with. It brushed off any awkwardness or trust issues and if anything Jackson knew Alex's body better than anyone else right now. A drop of sweat landed above his eye startling Alex and bringing him back to focus on Jackson who was smiling down at him, his whole body was moving much quicker echoed through the dull pain Alex became aware of inside his arse. Jackson leaned down and kissed Alex with such loving that it threw him off guard, 'I can't hold back any more' he whispered to Alex. Alex moved his left hand up to Jackson's face and wiped some of the sweat away 'Will you ejaculate in me?' he asked in different pitches of his voice from the constant thrusting he was receiving. Jackson chuckled having never hear any of his previous sexual partners using the word ejaculate, but then this was no ordinary person under him. Jackson smiled 'I am going to flood you!' he exclaimed, 'make you pregnant' he followed up with making Alex giggle and moan. The intensity increased and strangely Alex felt Jackson's body completely change as it neared orgasm, unsure what to expect in reality so he clasped his hands around Jackson's neck. He felt his balls tingle then sharply tighten as the pulsing began surging down the shaft of his cock. His whole body pushed forward and letting out several loud groans followed by powerful jolts of his pelvis smashing up against Alex's arse, he could feel Alex's grip tighten around his neck and only just aware of the painful noises coming from under him. Right now Jackson didn't care, his human instinct to breed had taken over and in the throws orgasm, each pelvic thrust forcing his cock deeper and releasing several hefty volleys of cum inside his prince. The trusts eased off and Jackson breathed out heavily collapsing on top of Alex. Only now Jackson became aware of Alex's legs moving in sporadic rapid movements around his thighs, the arms still tightly clenched around his neck holding on, Jackson looked down at Alex's wide open eyes and delirious smile on his face. It was like the prince had left the building so Jackson gave ground his pelvis against Alex's hole, the resulting moan sounded mesmerising and his eyes fluttered. "Oh god!" Alex said softly reaching up and kissing Jackson. Jackson kissed the tip of his nose "Was that okay?" he asked. Alex nodded and sighed relaxing his body "Wow!" was all he could muster in his head. "Again?" Alex asked looking up at Jackson who chuckled at his request. Jackson shook his head "Better not your arse will be sore tomorrow" he said. Slowly Jackson extracted his cock and laid beside Alex holding him in his arms. The significance of this night would never diminish in both of them over the coming years. Jackson taught and perfected Alex's sexual activities over the many nights they spent together. Despite Alex's urge to want to fuck Jackson it was strictly off the cards, Jackson was top only and after a few nights Alex learnt why Jackson liked being a top, using his many techniques that left Alex a complete mess after experiencing them. Jackson slipped off the bed and retrieved his clothes, dressing quickly he tucked the prince up in bed and kissed him one last time before leaving. Alex stared up at the ceiling chuckling away to himself and still trying to figure out how his body felt each time Jackson had finished with him.

I was oblivious to my sexuality for a long time. But when I finally figured it out, about a year after graduating from high school, when I finally understood the word "gay" and understood that it applied to me, one of the first, the very first implications I drew was that the normal rules of sexuality no longer applied to me. For years after that, I thought all gay men were as I was, with that insane drive pushing me to the backrooms, the cruising parks, the baths, wherever I could find men seeking the same sexual release I was. I sought out public spaces where I could lose myself in a maelstrom of sexual excess. I have always loved spaces where I wasn't just engaging in male sex acts, but also surrounded by others doing the same, an anonymous orgy with the same animal instincts of a mob, but with the emotions set on lust rather than anger. I have since learned that my sexual appetites are a little excessive, even by gay standards. I do not care. My appetite is voracious. I have made life decisions based on how I can best feed my desire. It cannot be satisfied, only temporarily satiated. The urge drives me on, into the night. It is my first, greatest, and truest addiction, and one I have no intention or desire of ever stopping. In years gone by, I have shed inhibition after inhibition, with very few left to me now. I have discovered I am capable of indulging in sexual activities that would disgust or horrify the mainstream world. I have encouraged others to follow in my footsteps and to explore delights they once considered absolutely forbidden. Tell me what sex acts you consider impossible: let us go forth and accomplish them. This part of my life satisfies me deeply. I look upon my character and see nothing I would change in this regard, except to have done it all even younger, moved more quickly, accomplished still more. In this arena too much is never enough and that is exactly how I like it, Everything to excess. Let the one forbidden word be, "No." i hit up against the limits imposed upon me by the law, by society, by the timidity of my potential partners. Why must I always be clothed to some degree in public? Why can I not engage in sex with a stranger in the open and in broad daylight? Why do you fear the HIV that I carry? It is the trophy carried by our sexual elite, who wouldn't carry it proudly? It is because I have reluctantly accepted that not all men, not even all gay men, hold the capacity and drive to do what I do and be what I have become that I am willing and, yes, proud to bear the title of "pig." It speaks to a great truth: that I have indeed dedicated my life to being a creature of sexuality more than anything else and hopefully a model and mentor to those pigs who follow in my footsteps. We pigs are, I truly believe, the very best and finest of all men.

2 rando loads today. 1 Wednesday. Wednesday: Cruising at my local park. 28 y/o, TALL (like 6’4”), skinny, queer (their definition) white kid. Big fat uncut cock, about 9”. The kind of cock an older daddy would have, and the pic doesn’t do it justice. Sucked them hard on the wooded trail, cleaning out the funk from their delicious foreskin. They spun me around, slapped some lube on my cunt and their dick and rammed that fat hog balls deep in one thrust. Completely took my breath away. Must’ve dumped about a 1/2 pint of jizz in my hole past my second ring. Slapped me on the ass and walked away. Today: A4A hookup big white bear with a 6.5” cut piece. Visiting town for the state fair. Met him at his hotel and he bred me face down, hunched up on my ass on the floor of his room at the Springhill Suites. Funny thing, apparently all the state troopers are staying at this hotel walking around in their uniforms. FTP, but damn they’re sexy. I was hoping for some handcuffs, alas…. (Side note: I left my fuckin’ lube in his hotel. Swiss Navy makes the best silicon lube with the best packaging. 😤) Also today, about 2 miles from the hotel: 24 y/o A/A kid. We’ve been trying to hook up on Sniffies for awhile and today the stars aligned. Let me in the patio door if his ground floor apartment. Gorgeous thin body with a tattoo of something or other on his side torso (sexy af). Sucked him working up a lot of spit (no lube handy other than cum). He got behind me and slid in like a hot knife through butter all the way to my second ring. Fuck if he didn’t make me tinkle a bit from the pressure against my prostate. Oh well, his floor not mine. He bashed up against my inner sphincter until he got ALLLLL in and unleashed a load that felt like hot molten lava. Damn those young fellas can breed. Did I mention this was a ground floor apartment, and we fucked in the living room in front of the open blinds on the French doors that faced the parking lot? Bonus: after that, I had to go to Target and walked around cruising the hot suburban boys with two major deposits inside me.

Started talking to him on Growlr, partnered musclebear with a PA, pierced nips and into spandex and fetish gear. Met for coffee near my place and things looked good so he came over to play. Amazing kisser and cocksucker and we took turns on each other’s cocks and hooked our two ringed cocks together for extra pleasure. He then turned me around and bent me over so he could eat my hole and get me moaning. He got up and rubbed his pierced cock against my tight hole and pushed it in a bit. We headed to the bed, got the lube out and he had me on my back with my legs on his shoulders as he got the rest of his bare pierced penis inside me. He bent over me and we kissed deep and passionate. I started rubbing his nipple rings and he said that will make me cum so I rubbed them harder and told him to breed me. After another two minutes he filled my hungry hole with his DNA. After he pulled out I didn’t know if he’d wait for me to cum or lose interest but he bent over and swallowed my throbbing cock and squeezed my balls and sucked it until I blew my load down his throat. I kept his load inside me for almost two hours. Heaven.

Part 6 – Craving the Gift Liam stood over Martin and James, deciding it was time to take the handsome young man for himself. Too many young guys struggled trying to take Liam’s cock. Liam had waited until his next conquest had been opened up and properly stretched so Liam could enjoy taking him. He’d taken lots of younger guys, most of them would-be models giving it up for a chance to network in the industry; too many of them were adequate at best, and failed to earn the gifts he had to share. James was going to be a rare treat. Intelligence, youth, and success on top of his incredible looks. He was someone who was used to controlling his situation and directing the outcome. Liam was about to take all of that away from James. “He’s coming for you,” Martin said into James’ ear. James watched as Liam took up position between his legs. Some small part of his mind was saying this was crazy — getting fucked out in public like this, surrounded by strangers, and someone he barely knew anything about preparing to take him. But the rest of him craved what was happening in a way he’d never felt before. Liam looked like a Norse god, his blonde hair blazing in the late afternoon sun, his lean, muscular body stretching up into the sky above James’ own athletic body. Liam was stroking his long, uncut cock, spreading lube up and down his shaft in preparation to take James. He felt like a mortal sacrifice awaiting his fate. Liam exuded confident energy and strength: James could only submit himself to Laim’s raw desire. He couldn’t resist. Wordlessly, his legs lifted, knowing this was the right thing to do. Liam grinned, looking down upon the athletically toned 20-something spread before him. The guy was half his age, his legs up and hole eagerly awaiting Liam’s pleasure. The blonde man leaned forward, his body’s weight hovering and then settling on top of James, pressing the younger man’s knees into his shoulders and exposing his freshly bred hole as Liam’s long, stiff cock began to seek it out on its own. He pressed his weight into James, the hot young man groaning in submission. The French-Canadian cock was like a long pole that he deliberately sank into the anxious younger man’s vulnerable hole. James groaned as the hefty cock filled him. He could feel it’s length going deeper than any of the others he’d taken this week. “oh yeah,” Liam exhaled, letting his cock rest inside the young piece of ass. “I can feel the other loads in you. You’re a little whore, aren’t you?” His accent sounded thicker than earlier and incredibly sexy. He flexed his cock, and James whimpered. “Your ass is pozzed now. You want an ass full of poz loads, don’t you, whore?” “Yes,” James said meekly. He was finding it impossible to take a full breath with Liam pressed on top of him. Liam began moving his cock, at first just a few long, deep strokes, but then he angled the strokes, stretching James’ athletic ass even wider than the other. James had never had an uncut cock inside him before; he could feel the hardness sliding in and out of its uncut sheath. It felt like a massage rather than the usual friction. James was instantly under Liam’s spell. “Uhhhhhh. Ah! Uhhhhh!” “Do you see the crowd around us? They all see what a whore you are. They want to see me breed you.” James felt a thrill surge through him. Everything Liam said was true. “Let them hear you moaning like a little whore.” Liam plunged his long cock into James’ slick hole. “UHHHH!” James didn’t have to try to be louder. His moans and groans were genuine as the powerful man used him. Liam shifted positions so he was kneeling on the blanket, James legs bent on either side of him. Both men’s physiques were fully displayed for the hungry crowd. Liam’s tall, slender body flexed as he drove his cock in and out of the man half his age. James’ athletically built body was laid bare for all eyes, his thick pecs heaved and glistened with sweat in the waning daylight, his toned legs wrapped on either side of the man pounding him. Liam rose up and backward onto his knees, gripping James’ ankles and spreading him wide. He plunged his long dick into his conquest, savoring the young man’s grunt as he was impaled, and then slowly pulled out, letting the head rest in the spasming sphincter muscle. Liam watched the head of his thick cock as it teased the hungry hole, plugging just the head in and out of the hole. Despite the pounding it was taking, Liam felt the young man’s sphincter closing around his cock with every stroke. “FUCK! Your ass is so hot! No wonder everyone in town is breeding it.” James wanted to say something, but that part of his brain had shut down. All he could do was moan, grunt and whimper as this god mounted and used him. Again and again he felt himself filled with the stiff tool that took his breath away, and the intense mingling of relief and desire whenever the long shaft pulled out. He’d never experienced anything like this before — used as a fuck toy outdoors in front of a crowd. He felt exhilarated! And he didn’t want it to end. Again he groaned, barely believing that he was the person making these noises, under the spell of this man who he’d only met a couple hours ago. “This is so hot to watch,” Martin whispered in his ear. “My husband’s cock is amazing, isn’t it?” Again James wanted to speak, but all that came out was a half-grunt and a nod as Liam impaled him again. Martin ran his hand over James’ sculpted pecs and abs, feeling the muscles ripple as the young man was fucked senseless in the dunes. James’ muscular legs were bent in the air as Liam pressed himself deep inside. Martin knew this was simply a conquest for Liam — he likely wouldn’t remember the much younger man’s name tomorrow, but he would relish having taken someone with such a hot body. “Hold his arms back,” Liam commanded Martin. James felt his arms pressed out to the sides, Martin’s strength holding him down, unable to do anything but accept the pounding from this blonde god. Martin was hard again watching James powerless between them. He wanted to kiss James deeply, but didn’t want to sacrifice hearing the younger man’s desperate moaning. “Uhhhhhh! Ah! Uhhhh!” Liam felt the last vestiges of control seep out of James’ body. He had him. Now it was time to finish his conquest and claim his prize. “You want my gift, don’t you, whore?” Liam said as he started to pick up the pace of his fucking. James moan as his ass was spread wider. He knew what was coming. He desperately wanted it. And all he could do now was moan for it. “Little whore is ready for this poz load.” Liam stretched forward again, his body covering James’ athletic body, pressing the young man into the blanket and the sandy dune beneath it. James was trapped and powerless. Liam was pounding deep into the upturned ass, his long strokes becoming shorter and more intense as the pressure in his balls began to build exponentially. At first James could feel the blonde god’s heavy balls slapping against his bare ass, but that sensation faded as Liam got closer to cumming, his balls drawing up tight as they prepared to release. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Liam’s head rocked backward even as he plunged downward into the hungry hole. He gave several primal grunts, marking each of the deep thrusts that he allowed to linger inside James’ ass. James felt the shock waves rocking Liam’s body as he began to pumping his pozzed jizz into him. He felt the thick cock spasming as it released a wave of cum. Liam grunted again, letting his cock slide deep up into James’ guts, extracting a groan from the young man who was feeling yet another load filling him. Liam’s body quaked as his muscle tension released. Conquests should be savored, and he looked into the freshly conquered boy’s eyes. There was total submission in James’ eyes; an acceptance of his fate as a cumdump. Liam stayed inside him, wanting to be certain that none of his seed escaped the little whore’s ass. He wanted to see him trek back across the dunes, a marked whore with the loads still inside his prime piece of ass. Martin leaned forward and kissed James passionately. Liam withdrew, rolling his weight back into a kneeling position. He admired his own glistened cock, covered with frothy cum. He stood up, gazing down on his conquest. James was laying there in the waning sunlight as a few guys in the crowd clapped before moving on. James couldn’t move and laid there breathing heavily. His body was exhausted while totally relishing the intense sexual experience. He could feel his stretched hole wet with lube and cum, and couldn’t imagine anything better. I watched for a couple moments longer as Martin caressed James, then turned away, leaving my cumdump boyfriend laying there in the dunes.

Sucking dicks at the gloryhole is nice, but i really love to give ass through the hole and get all that anonymous cum in my ass. never speak a word with anyone there

To make the story very short: Liam Cole approached me on NKP 8 years ago and we arranged to meet and take some pictures. Weeks later I got a phone call from them saying that a famous porn star was in town and they wanted me for the scene. The film was just released last month in one of the LUST tapes compilations. It took a long time but my teenage dream of doing porn finally happened.

Knowing that I was probably going to be getting a right workover that night, I spent my time waiting for Ben by lubing and loosening my hole as best I could. I retrieved a rather large carrot from the fridge, peeled it and then put it in some warm water for a while before working it into my arse, and once I was used to that I had a go with half a cucumber. By the time I was done I was pretty loose, and had squirted quite a bit of lube up there in the process. Ben turned up shortly after 7pm, dressed in a tracksuit and carrying a sports bag. After I let him in he set the bag down on the coffee table, stood and looked at me for a moment, and then sat down on the sofa to start unloading the bag. A few minutes later and I was standing there with a really fat padded leather collar round my neck, matching wrist and ankle restraints, and a wide leather harness tightly gripping my chest and shoulders. “Right” he said, “that’ll do. Now, put this on.” He handed me a loose tracksuit, which I put on over the leather accessories. He then pulled out a big pair of leather boots and told me to put them on, allowing me to go and get some socks to go underneath them. We had to adjust the ankle restraints to their loosest so they would sit just above the top of the boots, before zipping up the bottom of the tracksuit legs to cover them. Once I was dressed and ready we headed out, getting an Uber for quite some time. I realised we must be somewhere in northwest London, perhaps near Kilburn, but I wasn’t sure as I hadn’t seen any tube stations or other landmarks to identify the area. Ben had made me leave my mobile at home, and from where I was sitting I couldn’t see the driver’s satnav. We pulled up in an area of dark and deserted buildings that looked like warehouses, some of which had broken windows and barbed wire round the fences. The driver checked we were sure we were where we wanted to be, which Ben acknowledged before we got out. He led me round the corner and in between some buildings, and then round another corner I saw some men up ahead hanging around outside a door smoking. We passed in between them to get to the door, all of them giving me looks as I went through that ranged from smirks to leers. Once inside we made our way along a corridor, and then right into a surprisingly clean and well-lit room where there were benches, lockers and an adjoining set of showers. Ben then had me strip out of the tracksuit, before he did the same with his. Underneath he was wearing a similar get-up to me, with the addition of some leather armbands but without a collar like mine. “OK” he said, taking my hand, “let’s get you downstairs.” He led me out of the changing room and through a doorway opposite, through which was a staircase that went down between red-painted walls. At the bottom we went through a curtain, and emerged into a full-blown sex club. There was a large area with a bar, and I could see several rooms off at the sides and far end. There were only a few guys there standing at the bar, and I quickly realised they were Mitch, Rob, Gavin and some of the others from work. “Here he is!” said Rob, smiling broadly at me. I smiled back at him, and looked around at the others. “Hey guys” I said. “You ready?” asked Mitch. “Er, I guess” I said, “but I’m not sure for what.” “The rest of your life” said Rob, winking at me. I smiled nervously at him, and was grateful when Gavin handed me a beer. I took a few swigs and began to relax, despite everyone else except Ben being dressed in normal casual clothes while I was there in a leather fetish outfit. I managed to join in the conversations, and eventually had sunk two beers and a couple of cocktails. “Right” said Ben, “let’s get on with this. Is the room ready?” he asked Rob. “Yep, got the big one down the end” he replied. They all then set off down to the far end of the bar room, milling around me and encouraging me forward as they did. We went through a door into another corridor, and then at the end turned left through an arch into a fairly large room. In the middle was a sling attached to hooks on the ceiling, and over at the side was some kind of padded bench. There were a few seats around the room, a couple of bottles of lube on the floor, but that was otherwise all there was to it. “OK my boy” said Ben, taking my hand and leading me to the sling, “let’s get you settled.” He encouraged me to turn around, plant my buttocks on the end of the sling and then lie backwards in to it. I shuffled a bit once in position, and then he hoisted my legs up into the air. He put my boots through some hoops, and then attached the ankle restraints to the chains with a couple of clasps. He then made his way to the other end, raising my arms and attaching the wrist restraints to the chains in the same way. “Fuck me, his hole is gaping” said Lucas. “You already fucked him?” he asked Ben. “Not for a few hours” he replied, before turning to me. “You been working on yourself?” “Er, yeah, just some things from the fridge” I said, blushing. Ben smiled. “Awesome” he said, “that means no waiting around.” With that, he lubed himself up and then pushed into me, starting a fast and furious fuck almost immediately. I don’t know how long I lay there with my former colleagues using me, but they all bred me at least twice. I was completely helpless with my wrists and ankles restrained on the chains, so I just took the fuckings without protest. Eventually the guys tired out, and started to zip up their trousers and put their tops back on. Each of them came over and gave my arse a playful slap before leaving, so that I was finally left alone with just Ben. “So” he said, smiling at me, “did you enjoy your leaving do?” “Yes sir” I said, smiling. “Good” he replied. “Now I think it’s time for the second part of your night.” I looked at him quizzically, and then he turned and left the room. He was gone for a few minutes, leaving me prone in the sling to contemplate what he had lined up for me next. Then he eventually reappeared, with a few guys I didn’t know following him. “Gentlemen, here he is” he announced. “He’s well-loaded already, so just enjoy yourselves.” He then came over to me and stood beside the sling, putting his hand on the top of my head and stroking my hair while he looked down at me with a slightly sad-looking smile on his face. “Boy, it’s time for you to become who I think you really are” he said, “so you can enjoy the rest of your life free of inhibitions.” “What?” I asked. “Don’t hate me” he finished, before leaning down and kissing my lips. Then he was gone, and I was alone with a roomful of men leering at me and my gaping hole. It was then that I noticed their tattoos...

The next morning I was awoken by Ben pushing his rod into me. It was dry and hurt, so I reached out and grabbed the tube of lube from the bedside table in front of me. Applying some to my hands I quickly reached back and rubbed some on his dick, before sticking my fingers in to my hole to try to relax and lube them. Ben allowed this for a few seconds, before swatting my hand away and pushing his dick in. This time he managed to sink it fully inside me, and although it hurt I put up no further protest. I lay on my side and he fucked me until he blew a third load into my hole, before he pulled out, got off the bed and headed into the shower. I heard him lock the bathroom door, so I guess he didn’t want company. We didn’t say anything to each other until we were standing waiting for the lift, both washed and dressed for the day. “You sore?” he asked, a little gruffly. “Yes” I said, continuing to stare up at the LED display to see the lift approaching our floor, “but I’ll live.” We met Mitch and Rob down at breakfast, where they had already been for a while. Ben sat down and waited for a coffee to arrive, but I was hungry so asked Rob to order a cappuccino for me while I went to the buffet. Coming back with a plate of food I saw Rob and Mitch looking at me quizzically, slightly smiling. I tried to avoid their gaze, wondering why the sudden attention my way, but when I was seated, had put my napkin on my lap and picked up my cutlery, the two of them were still staring at me. Ben, meanwhile, was checking his phone but had a smirk on his face. “So” I said, blushing a bit, “how was your night?” “It was good” said Mitch, still smirking. “Er, great” I said, forcing a smile at him. At this point he looked away, but the smile didn’t go. I was now convinced that Ben had told them what had happened last night. “So” said Ben, breaking an uncomfortable silence that had then ensued. “We all know what the plan is for today?” With that, and to my relief, conversation turned to work. There was a lot to do, and I was able to focus on the job at hand for most of the day, only really being brought back to reality when I sat down without care and realised how tender my thrice-fucked arse was. We worked all through the day, eating lunch during a meeting so as not to waste time, and it wasn’t until gone 7pm that we finished. A few of the people we had been working with took us to a nearby bar for some drinks, and we once again ended up having tapas for dinner rather than staying out to go to a restaurant at the late hour the locals tended to eat. We then walked back to the hotel, taking in the vibrancy of the city after dark. No-one suggested stopping for a drink anywhere as I thought they would, and indeed no-one was really talking. I was feeling pretty self-conscious after the weirdness at breakfast, so kept my trap shut too. Back at the hotel we piled into the lift in silence, and then Rob and Mitch got off at the third floor without even a ‘goodnight’. Ben and I then continued on up to level five, and headed to our room. “Bathroom” Ben said gruffly as I closed the bedroom door. “Sorry?” “Get in the bathroom” he commanded. I stood and stared at him for a moment, and then found myself complying. I walked into the bathroom, with him following close behind. Once inside, he pushed me towards the sink and bent me over, my silk tie resting on the taps. He then reached around my front and undid my trousers, pushing them and my trunks down to my knees. I watched in the mirror as he then undid his own trousers and pushed them down a bit, reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a sachet of lube, ripped it open with his teeth and then I felt it squirting between my arsecheeks. Seconds later his cock was against my tightened hole, and I did the best I could to allow him access as he pushed in. However, he had not rimmed or fingered me at all, and it hurt like a bitch. I yelled out as he popped in. “Shut up!” he said, pushing himself the rest of the way in. Then, without any pausing to let me get used to the invasion, he started fucking me deep and hard. I know I had my eyes squeezed shut at first, but in time I opened them again and looked in the mirror. As much as it hurt, it was a hell of a turn-on to see both Ben and I fully dressed in business suits, but with him fucking the daylight out of me. He didn’t last long before he bred me, and then ripped his cock from my hole. “Get undressed and get on the bed” he commanded, as he pulled me up and pushed me out the door. He then shut and locked the door to do, well, I don’t know what. I stood in shocked amazement for a bit, and then started to get my jacket, tie and shirt off. I removed my watch and chucked it on my bed, then sat on the end of his to get fully naked. I paused again, and then climbed up on to the bed and positioned myself on all fours. While I waited I remembered the tube of lube from this morning, so crawled over and retrieved it from the drawer. I applied some to my fingers and then reached back to work it into my hole, trying to stretch myself a bit. Ben’s dick had already done a number on me back there, but it had hurt throughout so I wanted to get a bit more relaxed if he was going to fuck me again. Ben came back out of the bathroom, and our eyes met as I looked back over my shoulder at him. “On all fours” he said, before going towards the bedroom door. I heard him open it, not knowing what the fuck was going on, but when I then heard the clear sounds of more than Ben walking into the room everything fell into place for me. “Fuck” I heard Mitch say, “you weren’t joking!” “Is he ready?” asked Rob. “Slut’s all yours” replied Ben. “Just bred him, so he’s good to go.” Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. That’s pretty much where my head was at. I looked back at them as they stripped out of their clothes, not quite believing what was about to happen to me. But I didn’t protest. I don’t know why, but I didn’t protest. Rob went first, stepping up to my rear end and slapping me with his cock a few times. He saw the tube of lube next to me and grabbed it, applying some to his cock for which I was grateful. He then pushed against my hole and slipped inside, and I was pleased to find that he didn’t have the girth of Ben. He was much longer though, and as he went deeper inside I found myself moaning as new parts of me were opened up. “He loves it” said Mitch, who then came round to the other end of the bed. He kneeled on the mattress and shuffled forward, presenting his erect dick to my face. Without a great deal of choice in the matter, I opened my mouth and allowed him to push inside. And so it was that my first spitroasting began. Rob got himself fully buried, and then began to piston in and out of my recently-virgin hole, while Mitch set up a rhythm in my mouth. Somehow I managed to swallow his cock without gagging, and so my throat got deflowered by Mitch as Ben had done to my arse the day before. The two of them started thrusting in sync, so that I was getting reamed at both ends in tandem. I have to admit, even though my mind was screaming, it felt amazing. I relaxed into it, letting the two guys use my holes. In time, they swapped places, and I got to savour the various tastes now coating Rob’s cock as he thrust it in and out of my throat, while Mitch took over the reins at the back end. They swapped back once more before Rob blew his load in my arse, and then Mitch went back there and hammered me for a bit longer until he too had bred me. Ben took over at this point, ramming into me and dumping another load. By that point Rob was back in gear so he gave me another fucking, and then Mitch added his second load of goop to my overflowing hole. They rested for a while on my bed, cracking open some beers it appeared the other guys had brought with them, and I turned over an lay on my back trying to recover. None of them spoke to me at all, just chatting between them about what a good hole I was, how I compared to the girls or guys they fucked back home, and how many loads they thought they could get up me before we went back to London. They were clearly trying to themselves aroused again while my holes lay unused, and it worked. Still lying on my back, I then took one more load from each of them with my legs up on their shoulders, before they called it a night. Rob and Mitch threw on their trousers and shirts and headed off, while Ben climbed in to my bed. I lay on his for a bit longer, and then sat up and looked over at him. “Should I get in with you?” I asked softly, the first time I had spoken in a long while. He didn’t respond, but just threw back the covers. I climbed in turned around and rested back against him on my side. I could feel his cock was hardening again, so reached back and took hold of it. I briefly rubbed it, and then guided it back into my gaping hole. Ben let out a moan of appreciation, and threw his arm over me to hug me in. Sleep then took us both, with him buried to the hilt inside me.

I used to jerk off into condoms and mail them to a cum pig who lived in the middle of nowhere and was craving stud sperm. I kinda miss doing that. Any cum pigs here want my sperm-filled condoms?

the story is on my page about man I met outside of motel he was coming from bookstore midnight nice WHITE Pierced cock about 10inches I sucked him near woods he took me in pissed on my ass and fucked me like a slut doll he was coming and asked was I clean I told him I guess as he groaned his ask was I gonna take his toxic load I look over my shoulders he is look in my eyes I hold my neck up kiss his chin I felt him throb and a jilt when in me I felt his load exploding in me I was in Bliss my heels came off he kept it and and turned me around telling me I now have a gift he left I went back to room and met the guy from email after a round I was feeling extra horny....the night went by I was street walking in fishnets and posting ads to site for bookstore next day...I got a few hits I asked was there any poz guy had 4 hits That morning the bookstore open and around 11am I got text saying 1 guy was out in car so I put on my outfit and heels and walked over to bookstore I made eye contact with guy in car as I walked in and paid $5 to go to the back where I heard smacking and moaning I went in booth I seen a cock slide out a black mans as wish turned me on I crawl over to there booth his cock was hanging dripping cream I licked it and slid it down my throat another tangy cock the black guy slides down my leggins and slaps my ass , I look up at this uncut mexican cock I gag on it til my face touch his pubic hair the black guy was fngering me I say another shadow and unzip of pants another black cock so I stood up the mexican sits on booth seat I bend over and sit on his cock I feel the foreskin pulling back as It went in holding 2 dicks in front of my rubbing them together sucking them I hear him moan says hes cumming I ease down slowly and go up fast I do it a few more times I feel it pulsating I stand up spin around bend over I say in my girly voice next as the 1st black guy slides in me grabbing my neck as I suck the other one and I started to slob hard and he came in my mouth the taste was so nasty but I sucked it up and swallowed it while he behind me beggin me to take his dirty load I ask was that poz cum daddy u gone poz this tight hole he moaning poz that sissy nigger ass, I told him cum breed this as soon I hear him take a breathe and felt a stream shoot up my stomach I bounced back gripping it hard he pulls it out I suck my ass tight so I can feel it moving around in me........ everysince that night I been at the motels every week for the last 2 months chasing cock

I'd read lots of porn magazines, and letters describing gang bangs have long been my favorite topic. It wasn't until I've got into college that I found a girl willing to indulge my fantasies. Darla and I have had quite a few bangs, as a result we've learned a lot of stuff that most people do not know about. For instance, first, in planning a gang bang you must choose your participants very carefully. At our first couple of bangs we had a number of participants who Darla later labeled fuckless wonders. Or guys who cum once and leave. As your readers probably know, a gang bang doesn't get really good until everybody has cum at least twice. Second, some degree of bi-sexuality is inevitable. All it takes is one guy willing to experiment, and everyone will be doing it. Don't panic just gently remind them why they're there! Third, guys must remember that their pleasure is not the only measure at issue: the women need to be involved. In a good gang bang the women are the focus. If they're not having fun they might decide no one else should have any fun. Fourth, don't allow the guys to curse and disrespect the women, just because the women are willing to be banged does not mean they're whores. Unless, of course, a given women wants to be so labeled. There's no denying that some people, male and female, find the notion of being in the sex trade to be a major cum-on. Fifth: don't organize a bang for the wrong reason; sixth, you call it a gang bang and the attendees don't get to cum, the host is responsible. These last three I learned just recently, when I organized a bang for the football team for the wrong reason. You could say it put a whole new light on gang bangs for me. The guys arrived slobberingly drunk, and only got worse. They started cursing Darla before she was even undressed, and then the first three guys were fuckless wonders. Needless to say I really wasn't surprised when she put her clothing back on and cut out, leaving me with fourteen very pissed off, very horny football players in my apartment. When the guys began screaming at me asking "Why did that stupid slut had gone an blue balled us" I guess I was pissed off to, because I told them off. Their first reaction was to yell, damn near in unison, that they would to kick my ass. Then one guy yelled "The hell with kickin' his ass. Let's fuck him! He invited us over here for a fuckin gang bang, let's have us a fuckin' bang! There was some heated dialogue, as to whether doing that would mean they were gay. In the end it was decided it would just mean I was gay. Besides they were the only ones there! So it would just be my word against theirs, and if I started saying anything around campus they would tell everybody what a homo I was, and then come back and kick my ass! Now I must admit I've had some experience with bisex at past gang bangs. I let a couple of guys suck me off, and I'd jerked a couple of guys off but that was it. I'd fucked Darla's ass quite a bit, so knew I like that but never really even thought about a guy's butt. So I wasn't what you'd call exactly excited about being fucked, or anything like that, and I told the guys as much loud and clear. They informed me I had best shut up and take it, or they'd stomp my ass and fuck me anyway! I realized I was screwed no matter what, and knew the stomping they'd give me would only make it harder to keep it quiet, so I shut the fuck up, just hoping they'd give it up and go away. Then the conversation turned to what they wanted to do first. Without too much debate they decided to start with blow jobs. I admit I hoped most of them would be fuckless wonders, but being pissed off they had made up their minds to get their moneys worth. Not that they had payed for anything. I had been worried I wouldn't be able to make myself do it. In fact I almost vomited when the first one shot his load down my throat. Shockingly I got harder and harder as they crowded around me jerking their cocks, and waiting for my mouth. As the ordeal continued I found listening to them calling me a cum-drinking-little-fairy and a fucking-cock-sucking-homo. I was about half-way through the team when they bent me over the back of my couch. Before I realized what was happening, I had a big black linebacker ball's deep in my ass. The pain of that first penetration was intense. I screamed like the virgin I was, and my hard-on wilted like lettuce in the sun, even tho' it kept dribbling precum. About five or six guys later I was moaning and dribbled my first load onto my couch cushions. The next two hours felt like one long ass fucking. I came once or twice more even tho' my cock remained limp. One of the guys, probably the one who got the rest of them to fuck me, sucked off my limp, flaccid cock, just as the last guy finished fuckin' my ass. By the time they had finished, I'd lost all muscle control. I simply hung there on the back of the couch, exhausted for a long time after they left. You could certainly say I got a whole new perspective on gang bangs, and a new respect for Darla! After it was all over with, she and I discovered that I could no longer get an erection. My psych professor called it pseudo-castration. Explaining that some men consider anal penetration to be demasculinizing, and therefore a form of castration. The humiliation and psychological emasculation of being gang raped by other men had mentally crushed me. These days only way I can experience orgasm is if Darla straps on her dildo and takes me. She and Dr. Ramsbotum my psych professor have both been helping me with this problem. Dr. Ramsbotum's even been looking around for someone to get rid of what he describes as "that useless flesh between your legs." He says having it there, not working, is only torturing me! And I must admit he's right about that! Darla has done everything she can to please me, even going so far as to arrange a gang bang for me. Some of our old regulars came over and fucked me silly. Hell, even the Doc came.

I like this story about the relationship between two bisexual men. [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/4797 * * * t's hard to remember when I first noticed him. I remember being struck by his dark good looks and his easy manners. It didn't take me long to realize that he was probably a closeted bisexual, like me. His voice, though resonant and pleasant, isn't very deep. The way he walks, and the way he holds his hands, give him away too. I've come across many married bisexuals. I've made a habit of studying how they unconsciously give themselves away and by avoiding some of those behaviors I've been able to hide my orientation better than most. Regardless, whenever I could, I'd allow my eyes to linger on Todd's body to the point where he couldn't fail to notice that he'd piqued my interest. Todd is the owner of a successful business. Our relationship started long ago when he invited my wife and I to a small party. I'll always remember how handsome he was that night. Todd was relaxed and playful and looked so great in casual shorts & a T-shirt and a hat he wore to cover his thinning hair. He doesn't need to be sensitive about his hair; he's a very sexy guy. He sat at an outdoor patio table with my wife and I, and I had the good luck to be sitting next to him. We all laughed and talked as we ate. At one point, Todd crossed his legs, and so doing, accidentally bumped his foot against my leg. An accident, I thought to myself, but felt my heart thumping in my chest regardless. The both of us had so much at stake, surely he wouldn't make a pass at me in front of our wives? We talked for a bit longer, when again, I felt the nudge of his foot against my leg, this was a bit longer than the last bump. This time, I felt much less sure it was accidental. While it was true our legs were under the table, it was regular sized patio table, not that small and also there was the fact that he didn't excuse himself when he touched me. In our society, the most accidental touch, or even when avoiding a collision of some sort, apologies are standard procedures on both sides. But, he offered none, and I too was silent. The evening progressed, and with the food eaten and dishes taken away, some played pool while others sat and talked; others watched TV in a small bedroom that had been converted to a den of sorts. Todd circulated through the company, and I lost track of his movements after an hour or so. I eventually felt the need to find the bathroom, and found one down a main hallway. I locked the door to the hallway, however there was a thin pocket door that led into what I assumed was a master bedroom or the like that I didn't bother with locking. It didn't seem likely to me that anyone would be in the bedrooms during the party. As I urinated I focused my attention on the decor of the bathroom-which was disgusting. It was done up in early 1970's colors of gold and greens replete with hideous antiquing on the cabinetry and I considered what I would rip out and repaint if I owned the place. After zipping up and tapping the flush handle on the commode, I went over to the sink and found on the counter there were paper napkins instead of towels intended for use as hand towels. Tacky. I commenced to wash my face, as I have rather oily skin that I'm sensitive about so I do what I can to reduce the sheen. I was just rinsing my face when I felt, rather than heard, someone enter the room through the unlocked pocket door behind me and then I heard the sound of a stream of urine splashing in the toilet. I was startled and quickly rinsed my eyes so I could see who it was who dared to enter the bathroom before I quitted it. It was Todd standing at the toilet behind me, legs slightly spread, one hand directing his flow into the bowl. I stood staring at him, my hands and face dripping, feeling the blood rush to my groin. The pressure from my pants told me I was close to an erection, but not quite. I left the water running on the sink in order to mask anything he might have to say. Todd finished, and I saw his arm shake as he shook his penis to rid it of the last few drops of urine. Then he turned around, slowly, as if unsure of the reception he would receive. I looked at his face questioningly, and he smiled slightly as he brought one finger to his mouth to indicate silence. I then allowed my eyes to drop to his groin, and found that he'd unzipped his shorts and tucked his underwear underneath his ample scrotum. His cock was semi-erect and was nicely offset by his lush pubic bush. I quickly grabbed a few napkins, wiped the remaining water off my face and then dropped to my knees as Todd walked towards me. He took my head in his hands as he guided his now fully erect penis into my open and willing mouth. I lavished attention to his beautiful organ, licking up and down his generously sized shaft and around its flared head. I then pulled my mouth off his shaft and licked his scrotum, biting and tugging on it until he leaned down and whispered "Suck my dick some more," so I immediately slid his shaft back into my mouth. After several more minutes, I started to get a little tired, and Todd seemed to sense my fatigue. Presently he pulled up onto my feet, and quickly undid my belt and trousers and pushed them and my underwear down around my ankles. At once his head dove down and he swallowed my own hard cock as his hand expertly manipulated my tender testicles within their drooping pouch. It was so delicious that after a few scant minutes I nearly staggered and fell with the sensations his mouth was delivering. With that, Todd stood up and then turned me around to face the wall, my hands automatically spread against the way to help me keep my balance. I had no idea what he wanted to do next, but I was so inflamed with lust that I was beyond caring. I heard him spit a little, then I felt his body heat behind me as he laid his body against mine, and felt the tip of his cock sliding up and down the crack of my ass. Then his hands settled on my hips, pulling my ass towards him slightly and I felt the hard, yet soft head of his cock nudging against my anus. He thrust a little, then withdrew and I heard him spit again. His dick returned to its position at the center of my ass, and this time he pressed it into my body. A very sharp cramp stabbed through me, I involuntarily jumped and tried to pull away from the pain, but Todd held me firmly and planted a kiss on my neck and whispered for me to relax. We held our position for what must have been a full minute, and then Todd began some small thrusting movements, gradually taking possession of my ass until he had his organ completely buried within me. I felt full and uncomfortable, but the cramp had subsided and I was feeling better with each passing second. Eventually, Todd began making some small thrusting movements, and while doing so he reached around and began to massage my somewhat wilted cock back into an erection. Then he started withdrawing his penis about halfway and then thrusting it completely up inside of me. "I've wanted you for so long," Todd whispered into my ear as he continued his gentle thrusting. "Do you like that cock up inside your ass?" I started to nod my approval when suddenly I began to orgasm, one of the most intense orgasms of my life. My cum spurted out of my penis and spattered against the wall I was facing. Todd continued to thrust into my ass, which suddenly became painful to me as my muscles seemed to contract tightly with my orgasm. After about four or five more thrusts he grunted softly and suddenly held himself very still. I could feel faint pulses of his penis through the ring of muscles of my ass, and felt a rather cool sensation inside my ass that I instinctually knew was his seed flowering inside of me. Todd's softening cock slid out of my body and slowly we hobbled over to sink and cleaned up the best we could. I took some napkins and wiped the wall down, taking care no evidence was left on the floor either. I was suddenly tired beyond measure, and Todd looked weary too. We washed up in silence, and then Todd pecked me on the cheek and slipped silently out the pocket door, while I left the bathroom via the hallway door. And so thus began our affair. We both love and have a regard and consideration for our respective wives and families, and don't foresee any divorces or anything like that. While our first encounter served to satisfy our mutual lust, during our subsequent adventures eventually we came to have a certain affection for each other. Whenever we can, we get together to give each other that which only two men can give.

Just letting you know... I interviewed with TIM a few years ago in what was then their San Francisco offices. Interview went great but they wanted me to top and I mostly bottom and they weren't thrilled with my hiv negative status at the time. Hairy and Raw did work out a couple of years ago for about 4 films as bottom and top.

I went to the market in Berlin just before covid shut things down. I am a top who usually does pretty well on the apps finding hot holes to breed. I showed up right on time and went into the market. I stripped down and entered. It was alresdy pretty crowded...probably 15 tops and 20 or so bottoms...but only 4 red hoods. I am almost exclusively a bare fucker so this disappointed me. The hottest body in the room had on a white hood so no bareback for him. I walked right up to the hottest guy and started whispering in his ear about how hot his ass looked and how much I wanted to breed it. He reiterated condom only. So, I put on a condom (provided for by the assistant) and got down to rim his ass to lube it up. Then I slid my cock into his tight ass...he was definitely getting his first fuck of the night. I pumped in and out of him a few times sayoing over and over I need to breed your hole...he was really pushing into me taking my full 19cm and letting my balls slap against his low hangers...I was about to cum and I pulled out. Time to test the other holes. I took of the condom but I kept it in hand. I ended up breeding two of the four red hoods and used the old condom to sample the holes of 3 other white hood mares...I went back to the first guy at the end of the night and told him I would be waiting outside for him and what I was wearing...at the end of the night he came out and met me on the street...we said hello and he took me to his apartment where I bred him 2x that night. He was so horny for cum he begged me for it.

It’s the key to unlocking a married guys hole and making him a raw cum slut…they never say no 😈

Great Story.... 18 months pussy-free now. I only want Cocks. And Like me.... His pussy days are over 🙂

Swallowed my last load this morning at Regatta Road. Young attractive chunky black man with short but beautifully thick cock. Nice sweet load. Bred my last load earlier this morning at Toronto Bathhouse. We had been chatting on Grinder for 2 years. Finally the stars aligned and we were in the same place at the same time! He has chatted about his fantacy of offering his ass in a bathhouse sling. Blindfolded, high, all loads accepted, no questions asked, and he's not on Prep. When I found him in the sling he had taken one load. I fuck his sloppy hole a bit and got very close, but not being a top didn't go over the edge. I stayed around and encouraged others to use him. Even brought him water in my mouth from the fountain. I watched as a beautiful dark hairy young man fucked his second load in. I tried again, got very close, but again had to take a break. Found him face down in his room later. He had three loads up his ass and I added the fourth this time around. He struggled to say it but did beg for my poz load. The last breeding I received was also earlier this morning at the same bathhouse. Sucked on this beautiful 9" and thick cock at the slurp ramp. Could tell I was getting him close but couldn't get him over the edge. Stepped away and another guy was instantly on him. I wondered up beside the guy getting blown and complimented him on his beautiful cock. I asked if he ever fucked with it. When he said 'it's been known to happen ' I told him my room number. He assured me the guy working on his cock would tire soon. I went to my room waiting with the door open expecting he wouldn't follow through. He came to my room, closed the door and presented his cock for me to suck. We tried 69 which was fantastic but I had to stop, I was going to cum too soon. It was only a short time 'til he was working his huge cock into my ass. It hurt so fuckin good. He felt amazing deep inside of me and fucked me hard in a few positions. He needed to jerk himself to completion telling me when he was on the verge so I could sit on it and have him blast in my hole. I cleaned his cock up and he kept cumming in my mouth and throat. So fuckin hot!

Oh Fuck’n YES!!! Luv it all dirTy, filThy, Wet & Messy, Toxic - with other similarly minded Pigs!! OINK!!!

I am visiting NYC in about a week and need suggestions for a good hotel for me to be a cumdump for many loads. Please let me know my telegram is twistedtwunk

Damn, really wish I was the cumdump in a situation like this, can't wait to read part 2

We’ve been to a few of the NBO events when they’ve been in Vic. Definitely more condoms used with the women around, but not that much more considering the mrs had to have a termination after the first one of them😂 The pill isn’t perfect when you’re partying and considering I’m sniped! She went into the orgy with a condoms only rule, but Molly had its effects on her and I definitely wasn’t stopping anyone. I quite enjoy pointing out the pic of her riding a cock raw on their old yahoo groups page, I’d always show her that when she’d mention not remembering taking any loads😂 We were surprised by two women from the central coast that do a lot of cam work on only fans taking a lot of raw dick. I always find it interesting that people are all about safe sex on social media and swingers profiles, but in reality! Going through menopause has put a stop to the mrs getting along at the moment, I’m planning on getting to the Newcastle one later in the year when we’re over visiting friends. When we last got along we only ever played together, so I’ve never done the all guys part of the night, quite looking forward to it!

One More for the Road I wandered around a bit and was about to give up and go home when I saw a guy at one of the hallway gloryholes. He was pressed firmly against it letting some cocksucker feast on his dick. He was a tall, skinny, dark skinned black guy that looked like he was in his early twenties. He blended into the dark hallway and I only saw him at the last second. His firm bubble butt stuck out and just invited a hand and fingers to explore it. He didn't mind as I rubbed over each hard mound or when my fingers slid into his crack. I kept this up for a minute before my finger pressed harder into his hole. He clenched down and said "Nah bruh... I don't do that shit." I chuckled since he sure wasn't objecting to me feelin his ass. I put my arm around his shoulder and said "No one's gonna know" as I peeled him off the wall and down the hallway into an empty room. His long thin dick was pointing straight out. The door clicked shut and he really didn't put up a fight as I bent him over the bed and crouched down. The moan he let out as I pried his ass apart and pushed my face in told me everything I needed to know. He was one of those guys that was all top in public but once no one could see loved a good hard dicking. My tongue dove in, working its way past the tight ring. I was getting him good and wet and by the way he kept winking the ring and pushing back I knew he was eager to feel a hard cock inside him. I knew it was going to be a tight fit, but with a little more spit that I pushed in, I stood up. He reached back with one hand and spread his ass open, proving how bad he needed it. Pulling my foreskin back, I nestled the exposed head into his pucker, dripped another gob down and pushed. "Fuuuuck dude... go easy" he cried out. My hand rubbed up his back until I could push his head into the stained mattress. I spit another gob onto the head of my dick as I let up and then jabbed in. These were the types of guys I loved to breed when I initially found out I was poz. Ready to take some stranger's dirty load in private and then eager to share their newly enhanced seed in public. I pulled back a bit and shoved in deeper, hearing him scream into the bed. "Damn bro... you really are fuckin tight" I growled before pulling back again and stuffing my dick in all the way. He let out another scream as I'm sure he thought I was ripping him in two. I gave him a while to get used to my cock buried deep inside of him. Once he stopped squirming, I figured he was ready. My hips started to roll with long strokes plowing in and out of him. A few minutes later, the screams and the escape attempts were gone, now he was whimpering and taking it. I'd drill him for a minute and then thrust in hard and hold it there. Do him like that again and then drive in faster. The whimpers changed to moans and I let go of his head and moved my hands to his hips. "Yeah, you like bein my bitch, don't ya" I grunted while grinding my hips on his ass. "Ooohhh gaawwdd... fuck... fuuucckk... fuuuccckkk" he moaned out. I even felt him push back as I thrust in a few times and while he may have not answered my question verbally, he did with his body. I knew he was ready to get bred. I moved my hand back so it wrapped around the back of his neck. He was in that perfect head down, ass up position and I could really drill him. The bed was squeaking and we both were grunting. Part of me wanted to keep fucking him and the other half wanted to dump my load inside his fertile hole. My balls made the decision since his hole felt too damn good. With my cock almost out, it sprayed viral jizz as it drove all the way in. The last few spurts shot deep into his guts with my hips pressing hard against that beautiful butt of his. I stood there for a few minutes, letting all of my load drip out and my cock sealing everything in. "Fuck bruh. Ya wrecked my azz" he said gasping as he laid on the dirty mattress. Chuckling, I said "Yeah I did. Maybe even knocked that hot ass up... Now ya can go out and pound some pussy" I said breathlessly. I wiped my dick off with my towel and slapped his ass before opening the door and slipping into the hallway. It had been less than twenty minutes between finding him getting sucked and walking out of the room, leaving him dipping my charged load out of a very trashed hole. I made my way back down to the locker room and changed back into my running gear. As I went to toss my towel in the bin I noticed the large number of blood stains on it and wondered who left more - RJ or the last guy. Walking out into the still warm night, I took an easy jog back home.

So my days off have switched from Friday to Sunday to just Tuesday and Sunday. I went to the trailer apartment in the industrial park, just put grindr on to say I was looking. My snapchat went off and it was my cop bull, who was on duty looking to unload. Told him, " Jock is on and ass is up." I saw his undercover car pull in and he just breed me like a whore I am, even hotter, he put his handcuffs on me. About 30 minutes go by he shot his load 8 inches, balls deep in me. I do my normal cleaning his dick off and he left. All I could feel was his load dripping on my balls. Saturday, late night will be interesting. This is when we have our slow breedings. Kisses and everything. He told me " Thanks whore, I really needed it, rough day at the office, can't wait until Saturday 😈"

The last time I had sex in public was 2 days ago. I was at the adult theater and it was kinda slow. Then the lunch hour crowd arrived and I was approaching by this naked guy with a huge hard cock. No words needed. I got on my knees and got his cock ready. There was a room of guys watching as he told me to turn around so I did and spread my cheeks. No mercy just fuvked me hard as I moaned loadly. Someone shoved their cock in my mouth and this caused the guy fucking me to cum. Several men followed up and fuvked my sloppy hole

I cant wait to hear how this boy opens his hole and becomes his true self....

Part 14 I was sitting at the table the next morning as mom was finishing up breakfast. I watched her wondering if she had any clue about my dad fucking another woman. As I was pondering this, my dad walked into the kitchen and gave my mom a big smootch on the cheek. "Morning dear." He said as he patted her on the butt. "Morning hun." She replied, patting him on his cheek. My parents have always been affectionate to each other and seemed to have a strong marriage, so it confused me even more that my dad was cheating on her. But then like Colt pointed out, who the hell was I to judge? After all, I could still feel a slight ache in my ass from Colt fucking me. "Well look what our son has on his neck, Doris." Laughed my dad. "Get lucky this weekend sport? That's my boy!" I was mortified because I had completely forgotten about the massive hickey Colt had left on my neck. My hand went up to instinctively cover it. "Now Bill, you know I don't approve of that." Said my mom. "I think it's trashy." "Oh come on." My dad replied. "Boys will be boys." "Besides," continued my mom, "with as much time as he spends with Colt, I don't even see where he has time for girls." "Maybe they found a slutty cheerleader and double teamed her." Joked my dad. "Stop it right now!" My mom demanded. "I will not stand for this kind of talk! And you're embarrassing the boy. Look, he's blushing." "Oh come on. He knows I'm just joking, don't you son?" It was true. I was blushing. But not just from the conversation. The sex talk made me think about eating my dad's cum last night, and I was getting hard. "It's ok mom." I said as I wolfed down my food. "Dad's just teasing me. But I gotta shower before I'm late." I said as I jumped up from the table. I ran upstairs and turned the shower on before checking myself in the mirror. Damn, Colt had left a huge deep purple hickey. I thought about trying to cover it up with some of mom's makeup, but realized it would be a futile effort. I would just have to deal with it. I quickly showered and headed out the door. I saw Colt almost immediately at school. He was wearing one of his thermal tops that he wore when we went hunting. I have to admit, I loved seeing him in it. The white fabric clinged to his body and accentuated every one of his muscles. "Guess I'll have to wear these for a few days." He laughed. "Well, that's what you get for being such a nasty slut!" I whispered to him. "Yea, I guess so. See ya later." He waved as he ran off to first period. The rest of the week flew by with Colt and I hooking up as much as we could. We just couldn't get enough of each other. We even managed to find an unused supply closet where could fuck each other during school. And I'll tell ya, there is nothing quite like the feeling of sitting by Colt in Trig with a freshly fucked hole full of his cum. And we both had started wearing butt plugs to keep in each other's loads during class. I would casually gyrate my ass on my seat and feel it pushing against my prostate causing my dick to leak. Life was good. Friday night found us heading back into the city for one of Colt's shows. Unbeknownst to me, it was about to become my official debut. He had snuck our football gear into a duffle bag in the back of the truck. I didn't question what was in it as I assumed it was the sex toys we had purchased. We casually hit the pipe back and forth as we traveled down the highway and were already nicely spun when we arrived at Dante's and Carlos'. "I gotta surprise for you." Colt said as he tossed the bag on the bed. "Tonight, you're going to star in your first movie." "What the fuck Colt!" I asked, shocked. "I don't know man. I don't think I can do that." "Come on baby." He said, pulling me into him and kissing me, using his seductive, persuasive voice that he knew could get me to do anything he wanted. "Do it for me. Do it for your big daddy. It'll be so hot." "But what if someone finds out?" I asked with genuine concern. "No one will find out baby." He purred. "I promise. Do you think I would have done everything I have if I was worried about someone finding out? Now here, hit this." He said as he handed me the pipe. As I hit it, he unbuckled my pants and pushed them down. "Colt, I......." My voice trailed off as I was getting lost in the T and Colt's power over me. "Shhhhhh baby." He hushed me as he pulled my shirt over my head. In no time flat he had me completely naked. "Now baby, let's get you dressed up. My mind was in a fog of drugs and lust as Colt put on my football gear. The full uniform. Pads, cleats, jock, pants, helmet, the works. Then I sat on the bed as I watched Colt strip and gear up. "You guys ready?" Asked Carlos. "Yea, were ready." Answered Colt. "Then let's begin." Said Dante. "Oh man this is going to be hot!" Carlos started filming as I watched Colt tie off my arm, swab me, and stick the needle in. After he pushed the plunger and I layed back coughing, he did the same to himself. Then he slowly removed my helmet, then his own. He stared deeply into my eyes as he leaned in and started kissing me, tenderly. We made out for a few minutes before he slowly pushed me back and unlaced my pants. Fishing my hard cock out of my jockstrap, he began slowly sucking my cock. He licked it all over before eventually deep troating it. I groaned as he worked his magic on me. After sucking me for a while, Colt stood up and untied his pants, pulling out his big cock. "Let's see what kind of mouth you got, faggot." He growled as he grabbed the back of my head pulling me into him. I instinctively opened my mouth and took him in. "Oh yeah." He moaned. "Suck my cock you cocksucking fag." He ordered me. I lost myself in the moment and really went to town on his dick. "Oh yeah, straight football boy." Colt laughed. "You ain't no straight boy. Straight boys don't suck cock like that. You're a fucking queer!" "Yes sir." I mumbled with his cock stuffed in my mouth. "Say it fag. Say your a cocksucking faggot queer!" He ordered me. Pulling me off of his cock by my hair, he shouted at me. "SAY IT!" "Yes Sir!" I panted. "I'm a cocksucking faggot queer!" "That's right you are!" He said as he spit on my face. Then he grabbed the back of my head again and rammed his huge dick all the way down my throat, holding me tight against his pubes until I ran out of air and started flailing my arms. Then he pulled out and I gasped for air as I spit up phlegm and it ran down my chin. He grabbed my hair and started to throat fuck me. And it wasn't a gentle throat fuck either, he was brutally slamming into me over and over as I choked and gagged. Eventually, he pulled himself from my throat, picked me up and threw me face down on the bed. He pulled my pants down to my ankles and smacked my bare ass a few times. "Let's see if your faggot pussy is as good as your cocksucking mouth!" He barked as he mounted me. He wrapped one of his python biceps around my neck, choking me. Then, with only spit covering his cock, he rammed it into me in one hard thrust. "Aaaaaaarrrrrrgggggg!" I screamed as my eyes filled with tears. Even though I had taken his cock many times, this was different. This was straight up rape. Dante handed Colt a popper soaked rag which he held over my nose and mouth. Soon the chemicals started doing their job and my hole loosened up a bit. But that didn't slow Colt down at all. He fucked me as hard as he could as tears flowed from my eyes. "Say you like big cock up your faggot hole, bitch. Say you love having your pussy ass queer hole raped like a little bitch. SAY IT YOU STUPID CUNT!" He shouted. "Yes Sir." I sputtered through my tears as he continued to choke me. "I love having cock up my queer hole! I love having my pussy faggot hole raped by your big cock!" "Beg me to rape you harder, faggot! DO IT! Beg for my cum in your worthless cunt!" "Please Sir!" I begged through my tears and pain. "Please rape my worthless cunt harder! Cum in my ass Sir! Cum in my worthless faggot ass!" I don't know how it was possible, but Colt managed to rape me even harder! He pounded me over and over while I continued to sob. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Colt began to huff and puff before announcing, "I'm cumming bitch! I'm cumming in your faggot queer ass!" With that he buried himself in me and held still. I could feel his cock swell and throb as he pumped his cum deep inside me. And to my shock and surprise, my own cock that only until now I realized had been hard the whole time, started shooting off, soaking my jock and the bed beneath me. Colt collapsed on my back as the last of his load slowly dribbled out of his cock and into my brutalized hole. He rolled off me, with a satisfied grin on his face. "Well, let's not let the bitch get comfortable, get up here Carlos!" He instructed the Mexican. "Let's get this cunt naked!" They stripped me of my uniform and laughed when they discovered I had shot my load from my raping. And the next thing I knew, Carlos had me on my hands and knees and he was ramming his fat Mexican cock into me. I started to moan as his was fuck wasn't as brutal as Colt's and was much more pleasurable. Colt just smiled as he patted me on the head like a dog. "That's a good boy." He praised me. "That's a good little faggot slut." I felt a deep sense of pride that I was making Colt happy. After Carlos had added his load into me, Dante moved in. I watched as he coated his dick in a coating of crystals. I anticipated the oncoming feeling of the burn with a mixture of fear and longing. My pussy was aching, but I somehow wanted it to ache more. And I wasn't disappointed. Dante sunk his big black snake into me and I hissed and moaned as my body shook from the intense burn. I instantly wrapped my arms and legs around Dante and started begging him to fuck me. "Fuck me stud! Fuck my slutty faggot pussy!" I begged him. "Give it to me. I'm a faggot bitch hole to use and fuck! Oh God, FUCK ME!" Dante started fucking me deep and hard, and I just begged for more. "I'm tired of listening to this faggots mouth." I heard Colt say as he climbed by my head. He grabbed my hair and pulled my hair back, causing my mouth to fall open. He had a straight shot right down my throat, and he took full advantage of it, burying his bone all the way down my gullet. He wrapped his hands around my throat so he could feel his big cock stretch my throat out and stroke his cock at the same time. After Dante shot his load deep inside me to join the other two, Colt returned to my ass, giving me another brutal fuck. By the end of the night I had taken 6 loads in my hungry pussy. The final shot for the camera was a close up of my red, ravaged hole as I pushed my rosebud out and it dripped cum. We decided to spend the night at Dante's and Carlos' that night in the spare room. We were still wired and horny as Colt climbed between my legs. "I got one more in me baby. Come on, let daddy in." I didn't even try to refuse as I spread my legs. This time, Colt was gentle and loving and he made love to me. "I'm so proud of you baby." He moaned into my ear as he sawed in and out of my pussy. "You did so good tonight. You made daddy very happy. Daddy loves his slutty little meth whore. I love you so much." "I love you too daddy. I always want to please you. I always want to make you happy." "You do baby, you do." He moaned as he started cumming in me. Of course, my own cock shot off at the same time.

My outer ring is definitely loose while my inner ring can comfortably take an average dick with spit for lube and no foreplay. I really do love girth, veiney dicks, tho. I have a rather high tolerance for pain plus I know how to open myself up so that the Top can be pounding away in me in no time. If I know a Top is really hung/thick, I usually weight train with one of my thicker buttplugs for a few hours before fucking, just so time isn’t wasted trying to get in me. I’ve never had any complaints that I’m too loose.

Got a third load from the 20 year old top on Grindr who is less than 1500 feet away. He was no nonsense this time. Fingered my hole a but while sucking my nipples. Lubed a finger and slid it in. Then a second. Then his hard 7” and thick dick. He fucked hard for 5-10 minutes and then came hard. Cleaned up and out the door.

Part 3 I snuck back through my mates window while having a complete out of body moment. Mitch had at it with me, giving some fucking lecture about sneaking off and that his dad would be home at any moment. Another flash of Mitch’s dad fucking Daddy Steve crossed my mind. If only Mitch knew his dad was secretly gay. On que, Mitch’s dad opened the bedroom door. ‘Sorry Scott, You dad’s said there wasn’t any homework there.’ I avoided eye contact. ‘All good. Must have left it at school.’ The next day I went to school. The out of body experience had not shifted. My business teacher Mr, Smith called out to me to wake me up a couple of times in class. The end of school bell rang and I knew I had to head home... Head home and face my dad’s. Knowing full well what they were up to last night. When I walked into the house, it was like normal. ‘How was dinner last night dad’s.’ Once again I avoided eye contact. ‘It was nice son.’ Daddy Steve said casually. ‘Nice dinner at Café Sydney then an early night in. Mitch’s dad popped past. Said you had some homework that you forgot.’ ‘Oh.. Ah.. Yea.. I left it at school. I got it now.’ ‘we best you get to it son.’ Daddy John ordered, while pointing to my study room. I spent the next few months trying to forget what I saw. But occasionally the flashes would come back and I couldn’t resist and wank off to them. I started to imagen what it would be like to be in Daddy Steve’s position. The fear. The feeling. The pain. The torture. The humiliation. The Mind fuck… The pleasure and enjoyment. I shook my head to get it that notion out of mind. Then I remembered some of them saying they were pumping POZ cum into Daddy Steve. Is Daddy Steve POZ? He can’t be. He is so fit and healthy. Nah, not Daddy Steve, I convinced myself. It was coming into August and my birthday was coming up. Turning 18. Coming into adulthood. I should have been excited, pumped. I get to go and get my licences and have a drink without being sneaking about it. But I wasn’t. I was numb. It was grand finale. Yep, my team made it. Not sure how. I was a fucking zombie on the football field. I was sitting on the bench in the locker rooms. All the boys were getting ready. Some were naked, others still in their jocks, I found myself checking them out. But I used all my will power to keep it subtle. But as much as I thought these guys were looking hot. They didn’t quite give me the same fiery feeling that I got whenever I saw My dad’s or Mitch’s dad naked. Something about a man being older made me feel obsequious. Coach Davis come barrelling through the entrance. ‘COMMON BOYS. WE HAVE A GAME TO WIN. GET YOUR FUCKING GEAR ON AND GET OUT THERE!.’ He roared. ‘LETS RAPE THEIR FUCKING ASSES.’ I kept my head down, ‘AND YOU.’ He pointed at me ‘Get your fucking HEAD TOGETHER.’ And he stormed back out of the locke room. Coach Davis was a big guy. Not as big as Daddy John. No comparison. But he was big. He use to play professional football in his hay day. But for being in his late 50’s he is sporting an alright body. 5 foot, maybe 90kgs. Little heavy around his fury belly, biggish shoulders with odd patches of hairy growing everywhere. Sun burnt singlet tan lines (I think he does a bit of fishing on his time off). Short stubby salt and pepper growth, which looked prickly to me. I started to get hard and had to shake the thought out of my head. One of my team mates walked past and saw it poking through my football shorts. ‘Dude. Did you get scared stiff.’ And laughed as he walked off. I quickly throw my singlet over it. Daddy John walked in and suddenly all the boys went very quiet. Daddy John has that effect on everyone. He sat next to me and placed his massive arm over my shoulders. I could feel his weight on me. ‘Hey son. What’s up? Coach said you seemed lost.’ Daddy John said in his burley voice, but with a cool calming tone. I finally looked into his big dark brown eyes. On any other day, when you look into Daddy John’s eyes fear strikes you to your core. And you stand up straight and give attention to every word he says. It does not take much for him to instil obedience in you. Which is probably why I stayed on top of my studies and football… Well, until recently. But not this time. When I looked into his eye’s, I felt loved and supported. I felt like I could open up. ‘Dad… I have to tell you something.’ ‘Please.’ ‘I… I… I saw you fucking Daddy Steve.’ ‘Oh.’ Daddy John’s voice was still cool and calm. ‘I also saw what you did to Daddy Steve on his birthday.’ I dropped my eye’s. ‘Did you now.’ Was a question. His tone was still cool and calm. ‘How did that make you feel son?’ I looked back up to him. That was not the response I was expecting. ‘It… I… I was scare. I feared for Daddy Steve. You were hurting him. All those men… They abused him… But for some reason I… I was aroused by it. No… I was completely turned on by it.’ I dropped my head into my hands and wept. Daddy John looked up at all my team mates who were now dressed and ready. He pointed to the exit. ‘Coach is waiting for you. GO.’ Daddy John’s tone changed. None of the boys stuck around. He rubbed his solid hand on my back. ‘Is this what has been bothering you son? Is this why your grades have been slipping?’ His tone returned to cool and calm. I nodded. ‘Oh son.’ And he pulled me into his chest for a hug and patted me on the back. ‘Oh son. You have it all confused. I’m sorry boy… I think it is time we tell you the truth… time I give you a life lesson.’ I look ed back up at him. Tears running down my rosy cheeks. ‘The truth?’ ‘Yes. The truth… Some I am not your uncle… I am your biological father.’ ‘What?! I don’t understand.’ ‘Let me explain… Before you were born. Daddy Steve was married to your mother. But Steve and your mother were not exactly… Monogamous. Daddy Steve use to get off watching your mother get fucked and bred by other men. Sometimes they would go to a bar and pick up a random guy take him home and let him breed your mother. This would get Daddy Steve wild. And would go as far and eat her out after he blew in her. There were many times when they would bring a few guys over to fuck her. And I believe there was a time Daddy Steve blindfolded her while in a cheap hotel room and organised a line-up of guys to fuck and breed her. There would have been hundreds of guys who put their cum inside her pussy. Easy.’ I was shocked. Speechless. ‘My poor mum.’ ‘Oh no. your mum loved it as much as Daddy Steve did. Don’t you worry about that that.’ ‘After all that. She never got pregnant?’ I asked ‘Not until I came along. Before Daddy Steve become a real estate agent he worked for me. I could tell he had a thing for me. He liked my dominance. Like you, he was struggling to come to turns with his fate… But I am fast tracking. Back to your mum. Daddy Steve had to see me fuck and asked me to fuck his wife. So I did. I fucked her hard. She nearly screamed the house down. The police knocked on the door because someone called out of concern… But what Daddy Steve and his wife soon learnt was that I do not have an average cum load. Its well above average. We weighed it once at 1 litre of cum. And pumped it so fucking deep into your mum she was practically choking on it.’ ‘holly shit! Really 1 litre.’ ‘Yep… A few months later she found out she was pregnant. Pregnant with you.’ ‘How can you be sure. You said she had heaps of guys cum in her.’ Daddy John smiled at me. ‘Son. Just look at you. You have the same features as I do. You sharp jaw line, broad shoulders that mimic mine. The way you grin like me, move your fingers like me. Even the way you walk and kick the football… I’ve seen your cock boy. You’re packing a monster like your old man.’ I dropped my head back into Daddy John’s chest and wept. ‘You’re my real dad… Why have you hid it for so long?’ ‘Daddy Steve and I had to wait until you were ready. Ready to know the truth. You see. After what Daddy Steve saw me do to your mother, his mind snapped. He changed. The pig unleashed and he needed to feel what I did to your mum… So I started fucking him. I broke Daddy Steve in. But he was a virgin to gay sex. Barely a finger and gone up his ass. He requested one thing from me. He said when I go in… GO IN. rape me… So I did. He bled. The pain was too much and he passed out. I fucked him hard with my massive cock for about 15mins before he woke up. And he woke up with a hard reminder of what was happening to him. He screamed and yelled and begged and I just kept on fucking him. He literally wept like a little baby. When I fuck. I fuck and don’t stop until I blow. And sometimes that could go for 30mins straight. But Daddy Steve is a sexy man and I finally pumped my load in him within 28mins. I pulled out. His hole was wrecked. It was gaping and red with blood and a fountain of cum drizzling out… I took a photo of it. He now keeps it for memories.’ My mind was in a spin. I could not believe what I just heard. Daddy John raped Daddy Steve. Daddy Steve wanted it. He loved it. My cock went rock hard. ‘you took a photo of it?’ I asked ‘I did. I film us fucking all the time. House is set up with camera’s you don’t even know about.’ ‘Realy?’ ‘Yep… I have a secret cupboard with all the films hidden in there.’ Daddy john tighten his muscly arm around my back. ‘That was the beginning of Daddy Steve becoming the pig that he is today. It is what he lives for. It is what motivates him. It is what makes him confident. This is why he is the best in the real estate business. Daddy Steve is free. He has excepted who he is. And when you except who you are you become invincible.’ ‘I heard some of the men who fucked him say they were poz.’ ‘That’s right son. It’s the only way. To be a pig you need to fully commit. No exceptions. We would take Daddy Steve to beats, sauna’s, cruise clubs behind his wife’s back I would blindfold him and find any stranger willing to breed his ass. Some nights he would get a couple of guys to breed him. Other nights he would get 3 or 4. He always wanted to break his best number. One time I tied him to a sling. Got him so high he passed out and I let whoever wanted to fuck and breed him, fuck and breed him.’ Daddy John laughed. ‘Oh I remember the first time he did that. He was raped and bred by 9 guys while passed out. His hole was wrecked. He couldn’t close it for a few days and had to wear a nappy to stop all the cum and blood from coming out.’ My cock throbbed in my football shorts. This was getting too much for me. ‘But this wasn’t enough for him. He seemed to feel like he was missing something. Then one night, in the middle of a breed session at a cruise club. He was getting fucked by this old man while blindfolded. As the old man started to cum he said [take my charged load]. When he finished he collapsed onto Daddy Steve and Daddy Steve asked him what he meant. The old man said he was poz and judging by your sloppy wrecked hole I may have got you pregnant. Daddy Steve blew a load from under the old man with touching his cock.’ My eye’s lit up. Daddy John continued. ‘Daddy Steve realised what it was that was missing. That feeling of knowing that someone who was HIV positive just unloaded in him. Daddy Steve was then obsessed. He got tested a few months later and was still neg. So we set out on a mission to make sure he was getting dirty loads pumped in him. I would make sure he was completely bound and search for the sleaziest, bug ridden guys I could find… One session I reckon he took 20 loads from strangers, no telling what their status was unless they were verbal about and never even saw their faces. One guy even said he had a high viral load… I have to admit, I was even turned on by it. It was then that he converted. He was converted by who knows what stranger and Daddy Steve was proud of it. It was the only way. To be the pig he was meant to be.’ I pulled away from Daddy John’s chest. My cock was throbbing so hard I thought I was going to cum. I saw that Daddy John noticed it. ‘And you Daddy. Are you poz?’ ‘Yes I am. It was bound to happen. I could help but fuck Daddy Steve with all those loads in him. It was magical. The best feeling to fuck a loaded up hole. And boy was Daddy Steve’s hole magical.’ Daddy John has a twinkle in his eye. ‘And all this was happening behind mum’s back?’ ‘Most of it… She eventually found out because she notice that the breeding session she would normally organise with Daddy Steve lessened to the point of no existent. She had you, son. And said she could not live like that and left. We never heard from her again.’ I looked off into the distance. Feeling a little sad that mum abanded me like that. Daddy John rubbed my back again. ‘Don’t let it get you down son. You have two dad’s who love to dearly. We would move mountains for you… But son, you are getting too distracted. Your grades are slipping and your football is under average. There is a lesson here you need to learn. Son, Daddy Steve learnt who he wanted to be. He became it, to its fullest. When you become your true self you become invincible. And that’s what you need to do. You need to choose who you want to be and you need to be that person it unconditionally. But many people get there, but the ones who do,.. Like Daddy Steve, you become unstoppable in everything you do.’ I pondered on the thought for a long while. Daddy John sat there patiently. I eventually turned to him. ‘Thank you Daddy. Thank you for giving me the truth. And thank you for the lesson.’ He patted me on the back one more time and I smiled back at him. I ran out onto the football field to meet my team mates. We played the best game of the season. I scored 4 goals and my last one was the one that won us the game! I was thrown up in the air as everyone around me cheered. It was then that I knew what I wanted to be… I wanted to be a pig. A pig like my Daddy Steve. To be continued

Part 2 The rest of the week was a blur for me. I was having an out of body moment and only snapped out of it whenever I was interrupted. My dad’s were picking up on it. Dinner time was awkward. I wouldn’t look them straight in the eye. What surprised me was the way they acted. They were normal. They were their loving selves. I didn’t get it. Daddy John literally raped Daddy Steve and Daddy Steve did not seem to care. I must have been distracted at footy because coach Davis kept giving me a verbal and asking where my head was at and my friends even said I seem distant. One Evening Daddy John pulled me aside before we left to go to football practice and asked me if I was ok. My grades had slipped and he was worried that they were not giving him enough study time or maybe too pressure. I told him I was fine and I’ll pick up my game. He gave me a big huge. He pressed me hard into him. His big massive arms cradled my back which pressed my face into his masculine chest and I could feel his bulge press against my own chest. I kept thinking that his massive cock was only a few inches away from my face and imagined what it would be like to have it in my mouth… Or my arse… The thought shocked me for a moment, but then I felt myself harden. Daddy John must have noticed and pulled back slightly to look down at me. He then said ‘I love you Son. You are my boy.’ And pulled me back in. My hard on pressed against his upper shin. We were about to leave when he stopped to tell me something ‘Oh. By the way. Steve and I are heading out tonight to celebrate his 53rd birthday.’ ‘I know dad.’ ‘You do?’ ‘You go out for his birthday every year. I know the routine.’ I amused as we kept on walking to the entrance. To the right is a side stair case leading to the lower level of the house. To the side at the bottom is another door leading to a room I am not allowed to go in. Daddy Steve walked out as we walked past the stair case. He said ‘Head to training?’ ‘We sure are, dad.’ I said as Daddy John opened the front door. ‘Happy birthday by the way. Have a fun night tonight. I’ll stay at Mitch’s place tonight.’ ‘Thanks Son. Tonight is going to be a blow out.’ I knew full well that they were going to have sex. I felt myself get hard again at the notion of it. But for the last few weeks I have snuck to the their bedroom to listen in on them fucking and Daddy John still had no remorse over Daddy Steve. He really violates him and Daddy Steve just excepts it, regardless of how much it hurts him. So something is different here. Something was up. I needed to know. So I planned to not go to Mitch’s and follow my dads. The time come and I made some bullshit story to my mates dad that I had to head home and pick up some school work I forgot. He was close to Daddy John’s age, little over weight, dad bod. I saw him in his jocks once when I walked past the bathroom and he was quite a hairy guy. He thought it was a little late to head over. It seemed to me that he was trying to stop me. His tone and the types of reason to make me stay just did not add up. Did he know something? He eventually said he would head over and get my school work. Frustrating for me. I had to go to plan B. I snuck out the window. It was 10pm. I got to my house. I saw Mitch’s dad arrive and a total strange opened the door for him. Strange. Who the fuck was that, and how did he know Mitch’s dad. I waited a moment to make my move then snuck through the front door. What I was presented with caught me by complete surprise. My dad’s house was full of men. Men of all different shapes, sizes and age. None however, seem to be younger than 40. They were at different levels of undress. And there were stiff dicks everywhere. I was lucky that no one had seen me. I looked down the stair case to the side of the entrance and saw a few men walking in through the door at the bottom. I saw an opportunity to sneak in and took it. I went through the door which open to yet another stair case followed by a long tunnel. It was dark. There was a shimmer of red light. I went down. The tunnel seemed long, but it could have been the dim lighting that made it feel that way. I reach the far entrance to the tunnel and what I saw completely warped my mind! The room look looked like a dungeon. There were varies fuck benches and slings. A leather couch, cross bar, mirrors on most of the walls and ceiling. The room was quite large and it easily had close to 60 or 70 guys in there. All naked, all playing with their cocks, all watching what was happening in the middle. Daddy Steve was strapped to a wooden bench face down getting railed by a stranger, while Daddy John was standing by Daddy Steve head watching the stranger fuck him. ‘I’M GONNA CUM!’ The stranger yelled and picked up his thrusts, driving deeper in Daddy Steve’s ass. ‘TAKE MY TOXIC LOAD, YOU FUCKING PIG!’ The stranger seemed to be cumming for a while, then he finally pulled out. I heard a plop from where I was standing. Very quick, another stranger replaced the previous stranger and just started jack hammering his cock into Daddy Steve’s cum filled hole. Daddy Steve moaned in pain through what looked like a red gag ball. I could not believe what I was seeing. My cock stiffened in my jocks from the site. I was scared, horrified and yet aroused by it. Under the bench there was some sort of cow tit milker attached my Daddy Steve’s 10 inch cock. It was a clear cylinder with a chrome base. I could see Daddy Steve’s nob poke through a larger cylinder attachment at the end which had a tube running down into a chrome tank. I could see that Daddy Steve had blown a load in it from the cum gathered at the entrance to the tube. ‘Hear comes another dirty load, you fucking slut.’ And the new stranger pumped his load into Daddy Steve. I nearly came in my jocks. Daddy Steve just got bred by two strangers, no tell how many other men have done the same, and Daddy John has just stood there and watched. The stranger pulled out and I could see his cock and pubs slick with cum. There was heaps. It glistened in the red lighting. Daddy John was wearing tight denim jeans and black boots. He had gauntlets with pointy studs on his forearms and a leather harness strapped around his muscly hairy chest. He look like one of those leather men from the Tom of Finland images. He leant over Daddy Steve and pull his muscly ass cheeks apart and examined his hole. ‘Not enough cum. NEXT’ He said with malice. Then another strange lined up. Daddy John move close to Daddy Steve’s ear, ‘Pig faggot, you are going to like this stranger. 10 inch cock, old, withered man, easily in his late 70’s. Yellow decaying teeth. And fuck… He smells like he hasn’t showered in a week. He looks like he is carrying a high viral load.’ Just as he said those few words, the old man shoved his 10 inch cock balls deep into Daddy Steve’s wrecked hole. It must have been too much for Daddy Steve. Next thing I heard was Daddy Steve moaning in pain while his cock ejaculated another load of cum into the cylinder. Daddy John noticed. ‘I thought you might have liked that, you fucking whore.’ He amused followed with a burly chuckle, then turned to the old man with his cock in Daddy Steve ‘Fuck that dirty poz infected slut. Charge him up and give the worthless whore your DNA.’ With that, the old man fucked him furiously. My cock couldn’t take it much longer, so I pulled it out and started playing with it. The old man did not last long. ‘Argh!... FUCK! Here comes my POZ load faggot. TAKE. IT!’ and he pushed back in deep and unloaded. It was getting way too much and I found myself pulling my cock really hard. It was then that I saw Mitch’s dad line up behind Daddy Steve. He had a curved 8 inch cock and he forced it into Daddy Steve’s gaping hole. I could not believe what I was seeing. He fucked really fast. Quick hammering. He seemed like he was in a hurry. And then grabbed Daddy Steve’s hips and slammed in hard and moaned out loud. I was on the verge of cumming, it was then that another 6 more guys walked past me from the tunnel. They were old guys in their 70’s and they saw me pulling my cock. ‘What we have here.’ One of the old men said while playing with his long dick. ‘Looks like young fresh meat.’ Another said, licking his crusty lips. ‘A shame you are not strapped to that bench. I wouldn’t mind a bit of boy pussy.’ Said another. For a moment I froze not knowing what to do. Then I quickly took off struggling to pull my pants up as I ran. I stumbled up the two sets of stair cases, passing even more naked men. I even felt a cock brush me as I went by. I managed to get to the entrance and get out. I got to the road and stopped to catch my breath. Flashes of what I had just saw kept flashing in my mind. To be continued

I always let ugly guys breed me. They usually cum quick which means more cum for my hole.

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Thanks for the feedback guys. Here's the next chapter. Jay ------- The next morning I woke up to the pressure of Ben fucking me from behind, and knew that his cock had probably been buried inside all night as we were still in the same position. It felt really good to start the day like this, and I was quite happy that he was taking his time. Still, all good things must come to an end, and he eventually filled me with his load. What surprised me this time though was that he nuzzled his face into my neck afterwards, letting his cock soften inside me before he eventually pulled out and got up. The guys were actually quite cool at breakfast, treating me like normal with none of the weirdness from the day before. I guess with the cat out of the bag and their cum up my arse, there didn’t need to be any pretences. We all chatted about the final day of the project and what we needed to achieve, before setting off for the client’s offices to get started. It was another heck of a day, and by the evening none of us really felt like going out drinking again. Instead we went back to the hotel and had some bar food with a drink, before heading upstairs. This time Mitch and Rob just came straight to our room, and it wasn’t long before I was filled with cock again. No-one had as much energy as the night before so I only got two loads from each of them, and then of course Ben’s cock up my hole for the night once again. In the morning he chose to breed me in the shower before we packed up our things, went down for breakfast and then checked out. We did a few more hours at the client’s offices, and then headed to the airport. Rob and Mitch were both going to Gatwick and departed an hour the Heathrow flight Ben and I were on, so the two of us had a bit of time to kill. In the past that would have meant some shopping, maybe a coffee, probably a bit of watching the planes through the window, but it may not come as a surprise that on this occasion I instead found myself kneeling on the seat of a toilet, trousers hung on the door, and Ben’s cock up inside my hole again. It was quite a turn-on to be getting fucked while other guys used the urinals and lavatories around us, even if it did mean that Ben had to keep stopping his deep thrusting and instead switch to very gentle movements in and out so that we would not be heard. On the flight home I tried to relax a bit, not moving too much so as not to dislodge the wad of tissues shoved in my hole to keep Ben’s cum inside. He had made it clear he wanted to bookend the flight by using me again in the loos at Heathrow, and it would be a lot easier to get inside me without any unwanted squeals of pain if I was already lubed with his load. Hoping that no-one could smell what was inside me I did my best to act normal on the plane, but my levels of paranoia were raised somewhat as one of the male flight attendants kept glancing at me as he passed. I think I even saw him smirk at one point. Sure enough, the toilets at the far end of the baggage hall saw what may have been their first male-on-male breeding after we landed, with Ben thrusting me up against the wall in one of the wider disabled-access cubicles and ramming me senseless. Once he’d bred me for the umpteenth time he cleaned himself up, stuffed the tissues back into my crevice, and then made for the door. “See you in the office” he said with a wink, before ducking out. I dived for the door and re-locked it, then got myself sorted out. With a combination of tissues, spit and some water from the bottle I’d bought at Barcelona Airport, I managed to get my rear end cleaned out so that I had the best chance of not accidentally revealing to Rachel what had happened to me when I got home. Satisfied that both my body and my clothes were clear of any evidence, I then made my own way out of the bathroom, through customs and onwards to the tube. ------- To say things had been awkward at home is putting it mildly. I thought I’d be fine, but in truth I could barely make eye contact with Rachel all evening and she eventually went off to bed without me in a huff. Maybe she suspected I had been up to something while away in Barcelona, but I would bet my life that she would never have guessed just what that something actually was. I knew she was awake when I finally joined her in bed later on, as no-one who is asleep can turn their back on their partner so angrily. I tried my best the next morning and I think managed to make up for the night before, coming up with some cock-and-bull story about things not going so well in Barcelona and being a bit stressed about what that may mean for me back at the firm. Not sure she bought it, but it was enough to enable her to say ‘goodbye’ as she set off for work. I then tried to gather my shit before heading out the door too. Things seemed normal in the office, and my scrutiny of everything that was said to me, how people looked at me, jokes I heard being told elsewhere etc. gave me some solace as it would appear the other three hadn’t said anything to anyone else. Ben and Mitch were both wrapped up in meetings most of the morning so I didn’t see them, whilst Rob gave up nothing when he talked to me briefly. It was almost like it had never happened, until he gave a quick wink before walking off when we had met at the coffee station. I was just starting to think of going for lunch when I saw a group of men and women come out of the biggest conference room at the other end of the office. Ben and Mitch were amongst them, and I watched as everyone chatted for a bit before dispersing. Eventually Ben was striding down the office towards me, and I looked down to avoid eye contact. However, when he stopped next to my desk I had no choice but to look up at him. “Jake, come have lunch with me” he said, smiling. “I want to catch up on where we left things with Barcelona.” I stared up at him for a moment and then nodded. I locked my computer, grabbed my bag from under the table and then stood up and followed him as he walked towards the lift lobby. As we went through the doors to the lifts I finally spoke. “Are we really going to lunch?” He smiled and turned his head. “Of course not.” With that, he walked past the lifts and opened the door into the stairwell. He then started bounding up the stairs, and I hurried after him. We went up three floors, well into the unoccupied part of the building. “This should do” he said, going through one of the doors to where the toilets were. He then opened the door to the disabled toilet, holding it open for me to go in. He then followed me in, closing the door and putting the latch down to lock it. “There” he said, smiling, “now the only people who should disturb us are the ones I’ve invited to come and join us.” “H-h-how many?” I stammered. “We’ll see” he replied. “Mitch and Rob, obviously. Plus my boss.” “Gavin’s going to fuck me?!” I squealed. “Probably” he said, smirking, “or he might just want a blowjob.” I gaped at him, then looked down at the floor suddenly realising what my life was going to become. “Let’s get started” Ben eventually said. “Get your clothes off and hang them on the door. You’ve got a meeting at three and I don’t want you covered in cum.” I complied, realising that he’d planned this out to the extent of even checking when I needed to be back at my desk. Lunch was normally only 45 minutes, but as he’d made a show of saying we were going to be discussing the Barcelona project he could basically keep me here as long as he wanted. Once I was down to my underpants, I waited for my next instruction. “Good” he said, eyeing me up and down. “Now, tell me what you want.” “I’m sorry?” “Tell me what you want.” “Oh” I said. “Oh, right. Er, well, sir, I want you to fuck me.” “Good boy” he said, now smiling. “But first I think you should get me ready.” He then held his dick and looked down at it. Knowing what was required, I dropped to my knees, shuffled forward on the cold tiles and started to lick and suck his cock. I kept this up until he was breathing deeply, and then I decided to take a bit of control of the situation. I stood up, and looked up at him. “You’re ready” I said. “Please fuck me.” He smirked, and then spun me round. I bent over the toilet, rested my hands on the closed lid, and waited. He then suddenly appeared next to me, and bent over to retrieve a bottle that was hidden down the side of the toilet. Oh my god, he had planned this out so much he’d even stashed some lube here earlier. He disappeared from view, and I heard the squirting sound as he applied some to his fingers. A second later I flinched as I felt the coldness against my arse, and he then pushed a lubed finger in. Initially I was pleased that he was going to open me up, but then the finger was suddenly removed and he took up position behind me. Oh well, this was going to be a bit of a rough entry. He firmly pushed himself inside of me, and then slid the entire length in. It hurt, there’s no denying that, but I also felt a wave of euphoria sweep over me as I was penetrated again. “There you go boy” he said rather gruffly, holding still once fully buried, “now you’re back where you should be.” He then started to fuck, thrusting in and out of my hole as I relaxed into it and loosened up. His pounding was steady and felt fucking awesome, but after a while we were interrupted by what seemed to be a coded knock on the door. He swiftly yanked his cock from me, stepped back and flipped the latch on the door, and then returned to his position and rammed back inside of me as the door was opened. With my back to the door I couldn’t see who had come in, but from the steps and shuffling it was definitely more than one person. For some reason I chose not to look around, continuing to stare in front of me as Ben’s cock sawed away inside my guts. He eventually sped up, grunted loudly and blew his load, filling me with a huge quantity of his seed. He got his breath back and then withdrew, and in a matter of seconds I felt another cock being pushed in. Once again I was fucked, but this time I didn’t know who by even though it probably had to be Mitch, Rob or our department’s head, Gavin. I tried to decide if I thought the rock hard cock barrelling away inside me was familiar or not, but wasn’t sure. In just a few minutes the guy inside me blew his load and bred me, and then another stepped up. During that fuck there was another coded knock at the door, but this time I couldn’t tell if just one person had come in or more than that. It occurred to me that Ben had left it rather open as to whether it was just going to be him and the three others he mentioned breeding me that day, so it was quite possible some other guys were there. Despite my curiosity peaking, I still didn’t look round. In all, I was fucked seven times and took all of their loads up my arse. Then, when I sensed it was over, I straightened up and breathed deeply, feeling the cum running down my legs. I then slowly turned around to see who else was in the rather crowded disabled loo with me. Ben. Mitch. Rob. Yep, Gavin was there. Fuck. But who the hell were the other three? “Thanks mate” one of the strangers said, smiling at me. Whoever he was, he was cute. Man, I was thinking a guy was cute. “He doesn’t need to be thanked” said Ben, rather sternly. “Isn’t that right boy?” I blinked at him, before nodding. “Yes sir” I said, before looking round the room. “Thank you for breeding me.” “Good boy” said Ben. With that, the others all started to file out of the toilet and make their way back downstairs. When they were gone, Ben locked the door again and turned back to me. “Get yourself cleaned up” he said, with a much gentler tone than before, “and then you can go.” “Thank you” I said, before adding “sir.” He smiled at me, and then started to grab some paper towels from the dispenser. I set about getting the loads wiped out of my arse, and also cleaned up my legs given the stream of sticky cum that had run down them. Once washed and dried I got dressed again, and then hoisted my bag off the floor. “Right” Ben said, opening up the door, “let’s eat.” I was a bit dumbfounded, until he made his way through the door on to the dark, unoccupied office floor rather than heading back down the stairs. He walked to the kitchen area, where I was surprised to see some M&S sandwiches, crisps and drinks sitting out. Man, he had really planned this well. We hurriedly ate the food he had dropped off this morning, not saying anything to each other but exchanging occasional looks and smiles. Ben started wandering around the floor as he ate, taking in the view from three storeys further up the tower, and I eventually did the same. When we were done with our food Ben carefully gathered up the packaging and put it into the plastic bag he’d brought it in, and then we made our way back downstairs to resume our work for the afternoon.

not sure if this is arousing or scary. i am very new here and have only experienced three countdowns like the one described. only in my case, i knew that the sex would result in exposure. i know with the very first time I did this, I was aware of every move and noise the guy topping me made. I could feel him tense up and I could tell when he had orgasmed. That lessened a bit when he did it again. And, the next day, with another poz guy, I was even more relaxed (if you can call it that). but still, reading this reminds me of those exact moments between simply having a great sexual experience and being exposed. Each time any of us does this, the result could be as the guy wrote:

“Joey, I know there’s another site you have been visiting more and more lately. I know what’s in your heart right now. And I want to show you something.” He lifted up his tshirt. Fuck, how had I still not noticed he was wearing a shirt? That cock was doing so much for me I didn’t realize it was still on. As he pulled the hem of his shirt higher, some ink emerged on his stomach. As he raised it slowly, I started to make it out. The familiar biohazard tattoo was revealed before my eyes on the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and his bare cock was buried deep in my ass. My hole involuntarily twitched and I felt him throb inside me. He continued to raise his shirt, revealing a scorpion tattoo on his right pec. He must have seen the flash of fear in my eyes, even while I was unable to take my eyes off the ink on his incredible body. “Tell me what you want, Joey.” I didn't think, I simply reacted. I reached down and placed my hand on his stomach. I traced the outline of the biohazard tattoo. I caressed it, my dick leaked on my belly as I studied its form, and recognized the consequences of what I was about to do. I looked over at the mirror, and saw myself with my legs spread, a beefy hunk between them, fucking me in the bed I share with my lover. I looked in my own eyes, and I recognized the hunger, the need. I knew there was no fighting it. I didn’t want to fight it. In that moment, I knew. I knew it was who I was. Who I am. “I want you to breed me. I want you to fuck my ass with your bare dick until you shoot your toxic load into my guts. I hope my ass is so wrecked from what you’ve done to me so far that your disease immediately seeps into my system and converts me. I want you to POZ me. PLEASE POZ ME!!” And with that, he pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in violently, making me scream with pain and pleasure. I was grabbing at his ass, pulling him as deeply into me as I could, so insane with lust. My hand never left his belly, as I stroked and gave his tattoo the special place in this moment that it deserved. I touched it, stroked it, brought my fingers to my lips and kissed them before placing them back on his tattoo. My fetish. My fantasy. Now my reality. I wanted nothing more than to feel him shoot his cum inside me so deep, for it to invade every cell in my body. I wanted him to be in me, forever. He pounded and grunted and fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before, until he told me he was ready to shoot. “Please. PLEASE! Shoot it in me. Give me your cum. Give me your disease! I want you to infect me! I want you to change me, to impact the rest of my life.” I squeezed my hole for all it was worth, desperately needing to milk his death seed, to feel the transfer of the bug from his body to mine. And with that, I felt a warmth spread inside me, deeper than it ever had with Jake. Physically deeper, yes. But also a knowledge that something had fundamentally changed for me. I had finally realized the fantasy I had held for so long. And in that moment, it was clear to me that I was a new man, one who could finally follow his dreams and be honest about his true nature. The man unloading ropes and ropes of toxic seed into my bowels was altering my life forever. And I loved him for it. I would never be the same.