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  1. 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.
    16 points
  2. 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.
    14 points
  3. 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.
    7 points
  4. 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.
    4 points
  5. 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
    3 points
  6. 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.
    3 points
  7. 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.
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  8. 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.
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  9. 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.
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  10. 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.
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  11. 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.
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  12. 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.
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  13. 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.
    2 points
  14. 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 points
  15. 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.
    2 points
  16. 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.
    2 points
  17. 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.
    2 points
  18. 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
    2 points
  19. 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.
    2 points
  20. 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...
    2 points
  21. 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.
    2 points
  22. I'm a loser right and I've love to hang around with cocky alpha males. I was on a night out with Jake, slim, twinky, shredded body with amazing abs and blonde hair. We're both 24. We were at the club when he spied this beefy muscular bear. I know how it goes - this is the point where I get dropped. The bear came over and was like "I'm Darren, want a drink". They danced for a bit and I sat at the bar and had a few drinks - as ever noone noticed me. Maybe it is because I am super skinny. At the end of the night Jake came over, I was surprised as normally when he pulls he just leaves . He said "Darren thinks I could cuck you, make you watch as we fuck - up for it". I knew it wouldn't help my self esteem but it made my dick hard and I was drunk so said "yeh, sounds hot". We got a taxi back to Darren's and Jake sucked him off for a bit. Eventually Darren said "time to breed you with my toxic cock". At this point I noticed his rock hard cock was like a beer can - so long and thick. My cock got rock solid but Jake was not as keen. "Hold off - your toxic - you never mentioned that". Darren said "you never asked and besides most twinks like you don't care". Jake replied "well I'm not most twinks - I am staying clean and I ALWAYS use condoms". Darren said "well one of you is taking me raw tonight and I don't care which but Jake - you wanted fucked and you're gonna get it - anyway you're cock is solid, you want it". Darren handed us both poppers each and we sniffed greedily. "Tell me you don't want fucked". Jake was silent. Darren turned to me and said "you've always wanted Jake". I nodded my head. "How bad". I said I'd do anything. At this Darren threw me a condom and I put it on confused. He turned to Jake saying "how about we let this sub lad be your human condom - I wanna wreck him"....
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  23. "Hey Stephen how are you doing?" I say walking into my girlfriends apartment. We're pretty new but with her crazy work schedule and the uncertainty of traffic her roommates were ok with her giving me a key so I could hang out and wait for her. "I'm good, a light day at the office and an exciting weekend planned ahead", he smiled as he changed the channel and dipped his hand into a bowl of snacks. "Oh? What's going on this weekend?" I asked as I entered my girlfriends room to drop my weekend bag off. "Cory's birthday party is this weekend!" "OH that's right! Shoot I wonder if Katie remembered." "You're cute", he laughed, "you guys don't need to get him anything, though it wouldn't hurt if you'd treat this more like home and walk around shirtless once in a while." "Funny, though I'm sure Katie wouldn't mind either." I said brushing it off. "You guys should just hang out tomorrow, drinks, music, games. The usual, but with more people." "Sounds fun, but I don't know Katie's schedule. But I'm sure we'll join." I went into the room and laid down on the bed. I spend the weekends here, there's always an event of some kind. I don't mind, and their friends are fun. Flirting never hurt and Katie thinks it's funny. The events never lead to anything much, just lots of drinking and on the rare occasion a guy will join the couple, Stephen and Cory, in their bedroom next door. I've never done anything with a guy, the idea of it is rather odd to me, and as much fun as they sound like they have beyond the wall, it's not my cup of tea. Katie came home late, like usual and we spent the evening after dinner watching Netflix and sex to tire us out before passing out in bed. She gets really wet and to avoid making a mess we have a collection of towels to lay down, and we mix things up with a bag of toys we keep under the bed, a few vibrators, a dildo etc. The next morning the party started early, Cory and Stephen were in the kitchen mixing mimosas and made Katie and I one. We joined them and wished Cory a happy birthday as we started the music and let the drinks flow. With a lack of breakfast I was starting to feel the booze, and Katie fearing she would be called into work kept handing her drinks to me. Guy after guy trickled into the party, bringing more booze, food, and energy. I was really feeling the drinks and could barely keep their names straight. Katie ran off on her phone. "There she goes" I thought. She came up and apologized for having to go into work and told me to have fun, and told Stephen to "protect me". They laughed it off and she ran out the door. The day went on and I was a bit more than tipsy, I went to the fridge to grab a water bottle and there were a new collection of little bottles on the door. I picked one up "Jungle Juice Platinum" it read. A guy walked up behind me and pinched my ass. "Starting early today huh?" he said reaching around to my cock and the other grabbing the bottle. I stuck my ass out to avoid his hand on my dick and my ass came into contact with his groin. "Oh! Uh I don't know what this stuff is and uh no thanks haha" I said turning and backing up. "You've never done poppers?! he exclaimed. Stephen heard that and "came to the rescue". He took the guy by the shoulders and walked him out of the kitchen and came back. "Hey sorry about that we can get a little frisky when alcohol is involved. I see you found some fun stuff there." "Uh yeah I guess what is it?" I asked still holding the little bottle. "They're called poppers, they just kind of make you enjoy sex more. Take it! give it a shot, might spice things up." I grabbed a water bottle and the "poppers" as he said and went to the bedroom, placing the poppers on the night stand for tonight. I looked up how to take them and it seemed simple enough, it also said "relaxes soft tissues, as in the muscles surrounding the anus". "Huh.. that's why they must like it then," I thought. I started watching porn on my phone and got curious, the girls seem to enjoy anal sex, and of course the gay guys like it. I wonder what it feels like, I reached under the bed and grabbed the toys. I got on my hands and knees and lubed up the toy, with the phone resting against the pillow, I slowly pressed the small toy into my ass. It felt very weird, and my body pushed it right back out. "Oh yeah, the poppers should make this better". I opened the bottle and as instructed put it under my nose to inhale. It made me cough, but almost immediately I was light headed. I pushed the toy in and it started to feel good. I think I can handle the bigger one. I reached into the bag and got the bigger dildo, it's just slightly bigger than myself so about 7 inches but thicker. with a bit of lube my ass took the entire toy. I was shocked. It felt good, but hard and a bit rough. I took a hit of more poppers and let it rest inside me. "This is much better than the bathroom!" I hear from behind me. "Holy shit!" I flipped over on my back, the toy shooting out of my ass and landing at the foot of a tall tattooed clean cut guy. "No, no, you're clearly enjoying it. Continue." he said handing me the toy. "Flip back around" My eyes darted to the door, it was shut and locked. "Continue..." he repeated, "let me help". He grabbed my legs and turned me over, grabbed my ass and pulled me up onto all fours. He took the toy, spit on it and pushed it in and out of me. It felt amazing, I reached out for the poppers and he laughed, "oh you really want to have fun, take 1 hit per nostril you slut." "Oh fuck" I said out loud, I had never been treated this way with girls and it was really dirty. I took the hits of poppers and as I did he took the toy out and put a bigger one in, AMAZING. It felt so good, it was getting so deep. He grabbed my wrists and put them on my lower back, and that's when I felt it. His hips rammed against my ass, his balls knocking into mine. He moaned and quickened his pace. I had never felt anything like it, my head was spinning, my cock was soft but I was hornier than ever. He took the poppers and poured some on my underwear and shoved it in my mouth. My head was throbbing, ass was throbbing, cock was throbbing. He ripped the underwear out of my mouth and pulled my hair. "Where am I going to cum bitch." "I don't care" I managed to say in my haze. "That's a good slut" he said as he thrust hard into my ass and yelled as he released into me. He put his shirt back on and there was a knocking on the door. FUCK FUCK FUCK! I immediately came to my senses. He just let the whole party know what was going on in here. I scrabbled and tried to put clothes on but he opened the door. The whole party was trying to look in the door. Poppers and toys all over the bed, and his cock still dripping cum. He grabbed his shorts and walked out, "great party Cory, he's all yours boys," he said as he left the party. They all stood there, half of them mouths agape. Stephen pushed through the crowd, and shut the door. "You ok?" he asked sitting next to me on the bed. "Yeah, just worried about what Katie will say" "We can keep it a secret if you want, from her." he said as he rubbed my back. "Yes please." "Looks like you enjoyed it" he said wrapping his hand around my hard dick. "I actually enjoyed it a lot more than I ever imagined, but what does that mean now" "It doesn't have to mean anything, you clearly love women. you just happen to have fun with cocks. Word will spread through our group of friends, Thomas brags about all the guys he converts. "Converts? from straight to gay?" "Haha no, you're cute. He's Poz, although it looks like he might have succeeded in that too. It's not for sure, but you better go to the doctor to be safe. We'll be having a lot more fun."
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  24. It’s the key to unlocking a married guys hole and making him a raw cum slut…they never say no 😈
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  25. I can’t speak in anything too long ago, but there is still some fun to be had in SF, it’s just not like before. Like the rest of gay society, the club/bar scene has a few more women than you’d like, too many guys are eternally holding out for “ something better,” younger people are trying to emulate straight relationships and their aren’t as many cruising spots or bookstores as before. But if you plan ahead, and reset expectations, their is still lots of sex to be had. Just the sheer number of gay guys in the area will ensure action. But the honest truth is it’s not what it was even 10 years ago: it’s not just the tech folks, it’s the gay guys too.
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  26. I Fuck hard and steady until the second I cum, then I force my cock deep inside my boy, hold it deep while my balls pump my seed in his hole. I fukkin love It when he says " Daddy, I can feel your cock throb" He knows then that my sperm is blasting into him
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  27. I agree. I haven't got up to over 1,000 load a year (but working on it!) but definitely take several hundred each year now, all bareback and still negative. Not sure about you, but while I've always been quite slutty, my load-craving ways have really gone into complete overdrive since then.
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  28. A jacobs ladder down the cock and balls.. rings. for working by putting a thread thru the lot.. 15 -20 piercings. Great see that U have a big pa.
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  29. Breeding raw,me blindfolded ties up and my body free to any stranger
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  30. Got bred by two different daddies in an adult theater (in San Diego) yesterday. Had a couple of guys watching and jacking. One shot his load and left, but the other one came over and let me suck it a while until he nutted in my mouth which sent Daddy #1 over the edge and he exploded in my ass. They both left and I was sitting on a chair backwards with my ass still hanging out when Daddy #2 walked in. He fingered my ass and as soon as he felt the cum dripping, he whipped it out and pumped his load into me. He really was fast and furious fuck, but he grunted LOUD when he shot in me! LOVED every minute of it! Rest of the day was pretty quiet. Managed to suck a couple guys off, but no more breeding. :-(
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  31. 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.
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  32. There’s a new guy at work, works in a different department in the building next to where I work. I see him from time to time and we’re always catching each other checking us out. We held gazes at each other to the point that the girl in the cubicle next to mine’s has noticed. But every time I approach, it’s all small talk and he quietly backs off. I’m persistent, though, as he’s very fuckable and has an adorable smile. He’s a real lanky, 6 ft something, light skinned black guy, late 20s, buzz cut, cute face in a Trevor Noah kind of way. Anyway, we bump into each other in a meeting and we get to talking afterwards, decide to meet up for drinks at a bistro near his place the next evening. Meet him there and we click, social lubrication helps a lot. He mentions that COVID put a crimp on his sex life, especially since he moved here mid-pandemic and hasn’t gotten laid since arriving. I tell him that I maybe able to help him with that. He grins and we walk back to his place. As soon as we step in the door, I undo his pants and yank in down. His semi hard cock leaps out of his boxer briefs and is already drooling precum. I squat down and push him against the wall while I get to work with my mouth, throat, and hands. After several minutes, we make our way to the bedroom and get naked. We get into 69 position and he tongues my hole and fingers it while I continue to deprive myself of air by gagging on his dick. I start to straddle him and ask if he has lube handy. He tells me that he does, but is afraid to fuck because he doesn’t have any condoms. I reply with that I’m cool going raw but he insists that he doesn’t wanna hit it bare. I shrug and tell him ok, and proceed to kinda ignore his dick, concentrating more on his balls and taint. I can tell he’s getting a lil frustrated and says, “Ahhhhh fuck it.” He pushes me on my stomach and mutters a half hearted “You’re clean, right?” but before I could even answer, I hear him rifle through this nightstand. He puts the nozzle of the lube bottle on my hole and gives it a few pumps. I massage it in me as he lubes his dick. He places his dick at the entrance of my boi-pussy and leans into it. I hear him gasp as he sinks in balls deep in less than a second, probably surprised at how it took little effort to get in me. He had some very decent meat on him, at least 8 inches, since he bottomed out in me with a couple of inches to spare. He starts pounding me hard, hitting the inside of my guts. I wanted to try and get him into the groove and slip into my s-curve but before I knew it, he blew his load deep in me. He slowed his pace but I swear it took him a full minute to unload his balls. He nut felt hot in my guts. He pushed his now semihard cock fully into me and collapsed. I think he past out for a bit and I just savored the feeling of his dick me me. I then start to feel him kissing and licking my neck and the pulse in his cock start to make him erect again. He got on his knees and grabbed me by my hips and pulled my ass up to his crotch. I kept my head down but arched my back. Again he fucked me hard and fast, his dick bottoming out with each thrust. We change positions, me on my back, and resume fucking. I grab the back of both my knees and pull it into my shoulders. Now he finally had the angle to slip into me balls deep. The new found sensation to go so deep drove him wild. Within a few minutes, he busted his second load in me. The look on his face was priceless: eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, mouth agape, uttering grunts and single syllable curse words. After a few moments, he unknotted his dick from me and fell on his back onto the bed. His breathing was hard and he glistened in sweat. I roll over, grab his still erect cock by the base, and proceed to give him an achingly slow blow job. He tries to push me off, probably because his dick is hypersensitive, but I lock my lips and stroke my tongue along the glans of his cock head. His body jerked and convulsed as I got his dick deeper down my throat as I played with and squeezed his balls. Within a minute, I was able to coax one last load out of him. I felt his cock spasm in my mouth but not much came out, a lot less than the cum that was leaking out of my hole and down my insides of my thighs. I knew he was fully spent and Incompletely drained his balls. He now comes by my office a lot more. He’ll even grab my ass or give me a kiss when (I hope) no one is looking. We’re supposed to hook up again this up coming weekend. Wondering if this is gonna be a regular thing.
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  33. I want to the bathhouse tonight . I was in the dark room sucking on nice Italian cock when this hot daddy came up behind me bent me over in the dark room shove his big cock in my ass. Dump a big load in my ass. Still have his load in me.
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  34. Talked to a guy on Growlr who was going to be here for a few days on business. He and his husband have an agreement that the other can fuck others bareback but no breeding. This rule seemed to be tempting fate (who’s going to pull out at the last minute?). So he wanted to get fucked raw and then flip and fuck me. I went to his hotel room and immediately started making out and rubbing our cocks as we got undressed. He laid down on the bed and spread his legs so I went in to swallow his beautiful thick penis. It was rock hard very fast so I got up and straddled him and we slowly got that thick weapon in my hole and rode him as he stroked my cock and talked dirty to each other. We both know his DNA was going to go in all the way. And it did. We rested for a few minutes and I thought I was going to fuck him but he had me sit on him again and this time by hole was much looser and wetter for him - felt amazing. Once we were done he sit a silicone butt plug in me to keep his married load inside me and we kissed and stroked until I shot my load. Two hours later and the plug is still inside me.
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  35. Andrew struggled against his restraints, he couldn't believe it. He bucked, trying to get off his dad's cock, but to no avail. He didn't want this, his mind was loosing itself with every thrust of his own parents cock. The cock that made him was now raping his hole, charging it up and turning him poz. Another moan escaped his lips, as his fathers Prince Albert ground across his prostate. His father was bigger than any of the guys he messed around with, and more aggressive, Andrew had never felt pleasure like this. His body felt on fire, but his mind struggled with trying to get off his fathers cock before it was too late, he didn't want to be raped poz by his own dad. Especially with all these men watching, everyone would know, Andrew would have to deal with everyone know that his own Father pozzed him. John thrust into his squirming son, watching the conflicted boy reel with the massive cock inside his cunt. He had watched the little fag come out, watched as his son became more of a fag and less of a man. John had to put up with all those lesser men using his son's holes, knowing that he had a right to them that others didn't. He had made Andrew, and that meant his cunt was his to use and share, not theirs. John had put up with blue balls for months, watching his son bring round lesser guys to fuck him, until he had duped him down here. Now the boy was gooning from all the chems and would take his fathers strain, whether he liked it or not. John could feel the toxic load churn in his balls, he was close. He raised his hand and began smacking his son's arse, each strike leaving a big red handprint on the sweat covered cheeks. "Beg for it son, beg for your Daddy's strain!" Andrew winced under his fathers assault, he squirmed whilst impaled on his dads cock. He wouldn't give in, maybe his dad would let him go if he didn't say anything. Another hard slap rained down on Andrews cheeks, and another. The sound of sobbing filled the air, as tears streamed down Andrews face, but John wouldn't let up until he heard Andrew accept his fate. "Beg for your Fathers toxic load in you worthless fag cunt, and I'll stop, I'll let you go" Andrew let out a loud sob, looking around the room at all the men jerking their big cocks. He knew this might be his one chance to get out of here without being raped by all these men, he knew what he had to do. The sound of Johns merciless spanking of his son, only interrupted by the groans of the men around him, and Andrews cries of pain, carried on. "P-p-please Dad" Andrew whimpered between strikes. "Please what faggot?" "Please let me go Dad" Another hard strike rained down on Andrews ass, John watched as his sons cheeks blossomed purple as his pierced cock slick with cum pummeled his cunt. "Beg for it boy, beg for the strain! Beg for your dad's toxic cum!" "Please Dad! Give me your toxic cum, please knock my cunt up Daddy, I need to be a poz boi!" Andrew conceded. John felt his balls tighten with the admission, speeding up and pushing past Andrews neg cunt for the last time. Adam felt the cum spurt in his sensitive cunt, the usual euphoria of having cum in his hole cut short by the realisation that it was his own dads toxic cum. John roared as he felt his cock twitch inside his son, feeling his toxic cock knock his own boy up. He could feel the connection forming between them as his cum coated his son's insides. Pulling out, he watched as a thick dollop of his load dripped out of his now gaping and loose cunt. "Right Lads, your turn" John said stepping back, as multiple hands reached out of the dark grasping onto his son. Andrew's surprised cries were muffled immediately by a cock being forced into his mouth, John didn't feel bad for betraying his son like this. John knew that a fag cunt like Andrew was always hungry for cock, whether he knew it or not.
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  36. Jim slowly and silently pushed open the bedroom door of his son, Kyle, so he could spy on the kid for a minute or two before sneaking in to attack him. The 18 year old was laying on his bed on his stomach, completely naked. Jim noticed in the soft light how toned his boy was; not overly muscular just yet, but getting there. Unlike his father, who was hairy just about everywhere but on his back, the only hair on the boy was just above his dick. Staring at the kid, all ready for some hot incest action, seemed to go straight to Jim's cock, and although it had been growing most of the evening, it now stood up straight and pulsed with his heartbeat. He could no longer hide it beneath his robe, but there was no reason to, anyway. It was late (as Jim had had to wait until the kid's mother fell asleep), but his son was still awake, pretending to read his Social Studies book. Jim stepped into the room. "Well, well, well..." he said suddenly. He'd crept up the stairs, to not awaken his wife, and his son hadn't heard him, either. The kid jerked suddenly, and looked over his shoulder to see his father standing there with his hard-on more than ready to be thrust deeply inside him. Kyle immediately opened his legs and raised his firm bubble ass up in the air, offering it up for use. "Hi, Daddy," he said, whining in heat. "What'cha doin', boy?" Jim asked. "Homework..." he lied. They started the incest sessions innocently each time. It seemed to make it all the more perverted for both of them. "I see you're naked up here...." "Yeah, Daddy. It's so hot in my room," the boy said, whining again, and readjusting himself to expose even more lewdly the hot pink slit that would be the sole focus of both father and son's attention for the next few hours. "Well, it's gonna get even hotter real soon." "Whadda you mean, Daddy?" But they both knew what he meant. Jim stepped forward and opened his robe. The boy gasped when he saw his dad's cock in its full glory. "Oh, Dad, your cock is so big and hard tonight!" "That's right, boy. Now offer up that hot cunt to me. Present it just like I taught 'cha." Kyle threw his Social Studies book onto the floor, and with his chest still down on the bed, arched his back to allow his father full access to his snatch. He was starting to sweat already. His father's bone-hard cock oozed a long silvery strand of precum at the sight of the boy's pucker, and the kid was acting so slutty that as soon as it dropped to the floor, it was immediately replaced with another one. Jim lay down on the bed and instantly drilled his tongue into his son's waiting hole. Kyle whimpered at the sudden onslaught. He started whining even more incessantly, "Oh, Dad, my cunt's been itchin' ALL NIGHT for you to sneak up here and abuse it. Tongue me real good, daddy." It was an easy and satisfying task, too. The kid had been fucked so many times, mostly by his father, that his pussy was nice and sloppy. Jim could now dig his tongue deep up inside the kid, and use it to pull out the cunt lips so he could nibble and suck on them, which drove the boy insane with lust. He worked on the boypussy for a few more minutes, and then paused to say, "Yeah, I saw you eyeballin' my cock when I came upstairs from workin' out." He'd been wearing cut-off sweatpants with no underwear and no shirt-his wife had nagged affectionately, "Jim, would you at least put on a shirt for dinner, please?" Although she didn't mind looking at the hairy, muscled hunk anymore than Kyle did. Kyle could see the shape of his father's swelling cock right through the old, thin material of his shorts and he hadn't been able to stop staring at it. To fully torture the boy, Jim stayed half-naked until dinner was on the table, and then, before heading upstairs to get a shirt, he winked at his son and rubbed his crotch real quick. "...The way you were getting' all hot from starin' at your Dad's cock gave me a real stiff one, and now you're gonna pay," he threatened, and he drove his tongue up the boycunt even deeper than before. The poor kid was writhing all over the bed, doing everything he possibly could to open his twat for his Dad's relentlessly probing tongue. Half whimpering, half whispering, the boy continued, "When you came up showing off your big Daddy cock like that, I couldn't concentrate on anything else for the rest of the night, and my cunt just kept itchin' for it real bad. But when you grabbed yourself, I just knew you were gonna sneak up here and give it to me nice and rough." "Yeah, well, I've been wantin' to stick my tongue in your cunt ever since this morning when you gave me that hug goodbye. Now I'm going eat out this juicy twat until you can't fuckin stand it anymore." "You're eatin' my cunt so good, tonight, Daddy," Kyle whined, "you're makin' me feel REAL slutty!" "And I think we both know what happens to dirty little faggot sluts around THIS house, don't we?" Kyle knew all too well. "They get their pussies fucked?" "That's right," Jim said in a sing-song sort of voice, "and tonight, Daddy's gonna show you just how cruelly a little slut like you gets fucked by his Daddy, but first..." he trailed off because the rest of this sentence was understood in his ravenously eating out his son's eagerly puckering cunt. Because of all the raunchy incest fucks his ass had gotten, Kyle had started thinking of being called a "faggot" as sort of sweet-talking him into spreading his legs open for a cuntfuck. When the older boys at school said it to him, it actually had the unfortunate effect of making his hole twitch and giving him a real stiff boner, which he then had to do his best to conceal. He didn't really look like a fag at all, though, actually. In fact, he pretty much looked like your average kid, played on the baseball team, and no one really suspected anything was different about him. But then there were the jock seniors who knew how he acted when he got a nice big dick in his cunt. After he'd been raped at school the first time, (by one of the linebackers in the equipment closet off the locker room), and had leaked a river of precum and sprayed a huge load of boymilk all over the floor, news inevitably got around. One of them would come up behind him at his coat locker when the hall was mostly clear and whisper nastily in his ear, "fuckin' faggot," and angrily slam the locker right next to his face real hard with his fist, making it rattle and echo around the hall, before storming off. People would look over and Kyle would just shrug his shoulders and look mystified. But he knew that the jock was probably pissed off about being rejected by a girlfriend or something, and before the day was over, he'd be hauled roughly into the boys' bathroom to get his pussy fucked raw. Normally there were more than one of them, though, and he'd be fucked repeatedly in his ass and his throat, too, usually at the same time, and by any number of hot, muscular, and demanding athletes. No matter how many times he was dicked at school, however, nothing could compare to the cruelty of the cuntfucks he endured at home, and he was now being prepared for one of the worst. "Oh, yeah, Dad, get my dirty pussy all drippy and wet so you can spunk it real good." He'd found out years earlier that the brattier he whined, the more thoroughly his father fucked him. "My pussy's so hungry for your cum. You're gonna cream my twat real good, aren't you, Daddy?" The kid sounded almost desperate, although he figured he would get spunked whether he liked it or not, and he was right. "You better fuckin' believe it. I haven't shot in three days now, so my nuts are overflowin', and your filthy cunt is gonna get every last drop of it." But Jim just kept slobbering and nibbling on his son's pussy like a starving man eating a steak dinner. "I haven't gotten fucked since then, either. I got so horny today that I even tried to find those guys from the football team so I could get my pussy gang-raped again like I did last week, but I couldn't find them ANYwhere. If you hadn't o' snuck up on me like this I woulda... I... I don't know, I woulda gone CRAZY from the itchin' in my pussy. Oh, yeeeeaaahhh, daddy, get my cunt all juicy and wet for your cock!" "You've been an even sluttier faggot than I thought. I think I may have to spunk your twat more than once just to make sure you get what you deserve." "You gonna show me what happens to slutty little faggots, Daddy?" "Damn right I am. I'm gonna have to keep eatin' you though first, cause I wanna make sure it's all slick so my fat Daddy cock slides up your cunt real easy, an' I won't have no trouble fuckin' the shit outta you." The boycunt had actually been ready within a couple of minutes, but making his son desperate for it with a long merciless cunt-eating was Jim's favorite part, second only to making the kid submit to his long, veiny cock for hours on end. The lewd smacking and slurping noises that reverberated around the room only served to get the poor boy even dizzier with lust. Every couple of minutes, Jim would slow down his tongue-fuck, lazily licking at his son's dripping pussy, just to suddenly attack it again with renewed ferocity. The kid groaned desperately each time, and his steel-hard teenage boy cock would practically spurt precum. Jim drove his tongue into the boy's twat as if he were French-kissing a mouth, and at times it felt like that to him, because the kid's cuntlips were so swollen and loose. He nipped at them to get them even puffier, which made the pussylips more sensitive to his slithering tongue. If Kyle's oozing dick hadn't occasionally grazed the bedspread, coating it with his lube and sending shivers through his young body, he could easily have forgotten he even had a dick, the way his father was devouring his boycunt. Hoping to get the boy even hotter for it, Jim said almost angrily, "now I'm gonna fuck you, you little faggot." At this point Kyle's juicy twat began to spasm wildly, and he almost started crying. "Are you gonna tie me up like last time, so you can really teach my cunt a lesson, Daddy?" the boy whimpered urgently. "No. Tonight, you're gonna offer your filthy cunt to me like a bitch in heat, and you're gonna get fucked like a bitch, too, on all fours." "Oh, Dad, I always get fucked so deep when you take me from behind!" "Shut the FUCK up and get in position, NOW! Your gonna take all ten fuckin' inches of your Dad's cock up your nasty cunt." The kid was almost in the ordered position already, but while his Dad was crawling up to him, he raised his haunches eagerly, spread his legs a bit, and wriggled his ass. Jim grabbed his cock, and rubbed the head up and down the boy's snatch to coat it generously with precum, for a few seconds longer than necessary. The 18 year old started to plead pathetically, "Oh, God, dad please don't tease my pussy. Shove it in me, PLEASE! Plow me open, FUCK ME!!" Jim's shiny cockhead easily pried open the boy's snatch, so he grabbed the kid by the waist and shoved his entire shaft up into the boy with one stroke. The helpless boy moaned deeply and drooled onto his pillowcase. Knowing he was getting dicked by his own father made him tremble from the nastiness of it. "Oh, dad," he whimpered, "your cock is so much bigger than all the boys who fuck me at school!" "That's right, faggot, this here's a mancock. And your dad KNOWS how to fuck a dirty whore like you." "Aw, dad, fuck me real mean! Punish my nasty cunt good." With no further hesitation, Jim started pounding hard into the whimpering youth. The assault was so violent the kid's head was flying all around, and he started crying. Jim could see the tears and drool coating his boy's face, so he thrust his cock even deeper inside him, causing him to squeal like a girl. When Jim could tell his boy was too consumed by his cock to do more than grunt and gasp on each powerful stroke, he grinned sadistically to himself, and began mercilessly battering the kid's prostate with expert precision. Kyle's head whipped around as he tried to see his father's muscled torso, then he looked down to see what was happening to his cunt, but he couldn't. There was a look of sheer terror on his face, and Jim knew he had him. The boy tried to get away, but Jim kept right on torturing his engorged button over and over, until the kid couldn't stand it anymore. Sobbing hysterically, clutching onto the bedsheets and trying desperately to pull away from his dad's relentless cuntfuck, the kid's head suddenly shot up into the air, and his boner squirted so powerfully that his first cumshot smacked the headboard, nearly four feet away, with an audible, "splat." The second landed on the pillow, and since his head was still rolling around as he whined and whimpered, the third one smacked him in the face. Jim almost laughed, but instead just kept right on thrusting into the kid's tight, clutching hole. He'd had some pretty good lays over the years, but no one reacted as violently to his cock as his own faggot son. It made him feel like even more of a stud, in fact, and to show his gratitude for that, he fucked the poor kid more viciously than before. Suddenly realizing he would be forced to have orgasms like that again and again before his father was done with his pussy drove the kid absolutely insane. He started babbling nonsense, and the drool just hung out of his open mouth as he panted. To make matters even worse, Jim wanted to make the kid feel extremely vulnerable, so he grabbed one of his ankles and rudely yanked it up to his shoulder, completely exposing his son's cunt to his pistoning cock. "Who does this faggot cunt belong to, HUH?" Jim demanded angrily. And then, in between pounding thrusts of his monster cock, "I said... who... does this... fuckin'... nasty... cunt... belong to?!?" "Aw, fuck, Dad, YOU, it belongs to you!" The poor teenage slut was crying worse than before, and his dick, still dribbling cum from his first orgasm, and even more precum than before, tightened up and he nutted a second time. It sprayed like a geyser, all over the bed and onto the floor next to it. As always, what had started out as a friendly, father-son incest fuck had now turned into a brutal raping of the boy, as soon as the orgasms began washing over him over and over again, getting more violent each time. He sobbed and pleaded desperately to be allowed to stop orgasming, but this only seemed to make his father rape his vulnerable boypussy even deeper and more savagely. His distended cuntlips glistened in the soft light from all his Dad's precum that dribbled out on each stroke and ran down his inner thigh. Jim watched his fat shaft slide in and out of his boy's trembling hole for a while, and when Kyle had sort of calmed down somewhat he said, "You know what's happening this weekend, boy?" Since he was still being fucked, all the kid could do was whimper in response. "Your brother's home on leave, and he's gonna be real fuckin' horny. Mom's gonna be at Aunt Sara's, so I suggest your get your snatch real slick with lube and be right here, naked and waiting for him when I bring him back from the station. You hear me? If you're not, let me tell you, there will be dire, dire consequences for your cunt. And in the car, I'll be talkin' to him about what a nasty slut you've been lately, so you're sure to get fucked good and hard. Then when he's done with you-and I'm sure you'll have to get fucked a bunch o' times before he's through with ya-I'm gonna come in here and eat every last drop of his hot marine cum right out of your twat. I'll probably have to fuck you, too, and then I'll let him at you a second time. Oh, man," he laughed, "this filthy slut cunt is gonna be fuckin' hangin' open, drippin' jizz all over the fuckin' bed by the time he leaves." All soon as he made this last threat, Jim growled and drove his daddy cock deep inside the boy to let loose his first load into the boy. From then on, his driving cock made slurping sounds as it impaled the kid, and occasionally, more of his cum would dribble out, coating his son's leg with it. After a few more fuck strokes to get his cock back to steel hardness, Jim, snickered to himself and got his son into position for the fuck strategy that most terrified Kyle, and was Jim's absolute favorite. He was ready to finish the boy off. Lowering his son's leg from his shoulder, so that he was again on all fours, Jim took each one of the kid's thighs in one of his huge hands and pulled them up and apart, so he was still being fucked from behind with his legs flailing around uselessly on either side of his Dad's muscular frame. His crotch was opened fully for use, and his cock stuck out underneath him, painfully hard and untouched. Jim knew exactly where on his cock shaft were the thickest ridges and the most knarled, bulging veins, so with one of the boy's thrashing legs a bit lower than the other, he used those ridges to saw back and forth over the kid's prostate, practically vibrating it, sending sharp bolts of electricity through the poor kid. The very first stroke made the kid squawk on horror, and he started to really panic, again trying frantically to get away. He kicked his legs uselessly, trying to squirm free. Just two more of these long strokes across the swollen knob in his cunt and the boy yelled out and started convulsing in the throes of a horribly violent orgasm. He cried hysterically, and clutched and pawed at the bed sheets and pounded it with his fists like he was throwing a temper-tantrum. It was lucky Jim had had the good sense to soundproof the room, as well, because the kid was groaning and squealing like a woman in labor. Jim sadistically tortured his son's prostate with those thick, heavy ridges non-stop through the whole ordeal. His son's cunt spasmed and milked and sucked on his cock as the boy nutted continuously, for what had to be at least five minutes straight. It felt as if the boy's entire rectum was undulating and squeezing and pulling on the daddy cock inside him. His boy dick was so hard it barely even swayed when his dad's taught abdomen slammed into his spread open crotch. The boy's boner was almost purple by now, and after his first seven long-distance shots of jizz, alternated between weak spurts of creamy boy juice and so much precum that it streamed out of his gaping piss slit like a faucet. Jim gritted his teeth and started fucking the boy with sharp, quick jabs until he felt his nuts tighten up and he ground his dick into the base to spunk his naughty little boy as deeply as the first time. He huffed and puffed and grunted like a bear into the kid's ears as he unloaded. Finally, Kyle's pussy seemed to go somewhat slack, and Jim knew his son was completely used. Jim laughed heartily at his total conquest of his slut son, and slowly slid his softening cock out of the spent pussy. After heaving and gasping for air for a few minutes, Kyle started bawling again, this time out of relief that the unbearable, mind-blowing pleasure was over, and he jumped up and clutched onto his father as if he would need to be surgically removed. Through pathetic sobs, he just murmured over and over, "oh, God, thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you...."
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  37. I go to the park by myself. This guy on the bench is massaging his crotch, so I stop smile at him. I start to walk, and he is following me. He soon passes me, so I'm following him now. We get to a spot, and on the ground, you can see condoms open lube packet. He pulls out his dick I drop to my knees and start his dick. He is aggressive as he holds my head. He is hard and pulls out. He comes behind, pulls my pants down push my legs apart, and with no lube, drives his dick in. As I'm not new, it goes right with little pain, but the feeling of a live raw dick in my cunt is lovely. For the next 5 minutes, he gives me a good hard fucking and a nice load. He gets up and leaves with nothing said. I'm left there with my pants down and my ass in the air with a load leaking out of my well fuck cunt
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  38. Your Birthday should be one hell of a party. I'm sure Daddy Steve will prepare you for your New Life as a Fulltime faggot and sub-human CUMDUMP. Though I doubt you will really be ready when Daddy John takes over and alerts the community. Think you will get raped and used as a CUM Receptical by 20 guys? Think again!! Now that you have declared that you are a Pig, he will not just throw a little Gangbang. It may start on your Birthday but Daddy John will make certain that ANYONE that has been to the Dungeon will have OPEN ACCESS to your hole. It will take weeks for every guy to use you.
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  39. Name: Sean Number: 914-266-1116 Location: SF bay area Age: 26 Height: 5’4" Weight: 150 Ethnicity: White Scene: Text. Hi everyone, I'm FTM and love it when guys bareback in my pussy. I don't have any preferences other than that I only like tops/vers tops, sorry! I am fertile too and can actually be bred. I also like having my ass fucked. I work a normal weekday 9-5. and can host or travel. The picture on my profile is of me. My kik/[deleted] is ftm193. Thank you!
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  40. The very first time for me was bareback and I didn't even realize it was happening. Have posted this story in another section before but long story short....i had gotten fucked up on poppers in a glory hole booth with a guy and sucked my first cock and then went to another booth and joined his friends and more poppers and more sucking cocks and then took a few puff puffs from the guys pipe and i was quickly lost in space until I started coming back down and realized his friends had dumped their loads in my mouth and on my face and i looked at them and said I felt like I was going to cum and they said getting fucked will do that and before I could look back the first guy pulled me back onto his cock balls deep and grunted and i started cumming when I felt the heat and wetness of his hot load pumping inside me Still can't believe that one time was my first time with poppers and hitting the pipe and sucking cock and swallowing cum and getting fucked and bred. And all by surprise and by total strangers too.
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  41. On the back seat of the overnight bus between London and Glasgow. We checked each other out when I got on. I sat right at the back. He kept looking back at me and I indicated he should cum over. he came and sat beside me and soon we were stroking each other's cocks. The bus was about half full so there were some empty seats in front of us. When we to out of London on to the M1 he took his shorts off. I pushed my jeans down and he straddled me. My cock was ball's deep in his hole and the movement of the bus kept him bouncing on my cock. Soon Shot my load inside him. He stayed beside me and when the bus stop halfway at a service station I fucked him bent over a car in the car park. We went our separate ways in Glasgow, me with empty balls and him with tow of my loads in his guts.
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  42. See, in my opinion, no, all studios do NOT behave like that. I've worked with some incredible studios who were WONDERFUL to me. When I worked for Cruising For Sex, they treated me with respect, compassion-- they were accommodating as fuck. Each time I worked for them, they were amazing. And they were/are not a studio with the biggest budget, but they always paid me extremely well on top of their treatment of me, and I couldn't have asked for a better experience. Same with Dark Alley Media, they were so nice and respectful of every aspect at all four shoots I had with them. Pantheon, in San Fransisco, they were so wonderful that they flew me out there a day early, paying for an extra night in a hotel, all because I had never been there before, and they wanted to be nice and give me a chance to see the city. And Hot Desert Knights? They were the absolute best. They not only cared about paying me fairly, and my having a good time, but they also cared about my health. And they took measures to ensure my safety. I could never repay them for how good they were to me. And they didn't have to be. I mean, who was I then, I was no one. They treated a nobody like that. And their kindness only grew the longer I knew them. So, no, not all studios treat their models like shit, and like they're expendable. Some of them actually care. I'm so thankful I got to work with those companies and met those people, THEY are what I miss about the industry. THEY are why I can look back at my career with fondness. If all I knew was Treasure Island, I'm not gonna lie, I'd be bitter and jaded as fuck. That being said, and though I might get flack for saying this, no, I don't think TIM is a good place for people curious about a career in porn to start out. They are not the best the industry has to offer. But, hey, what do I know? It's been quite a while since I worked with them. I could be wrong. But judging from what I knew then, and what I see and hear and know now, I'm not.
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  43. bag home from vacation and hit the truckstop. cruised some eastern european guy (serbian maybe). HE was nervous but dropped his trousers and let me blow him beside his rig. Another guy who my guy knew, it seems, walked up on us and freaked the first guy out. I sort of froze too. He tried to pull up his trouser but the second guy stopped him. After exchanging a few words the second guy pulled me up by the belt and pulled down my trousers and drove his cock in. I wasn't ready for that. He kept talking to the first guy while he fucked me . After he shot his load, he turned me around and indicated that he wanted me to clean his cock. I think he was trying to convince the first guy to fuck me but he wasn't into it. The first guy seemed embarrassed as they walked off but the second guy just kept laughing. Was really horny after that.
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  44. Being a pig…for me. When I first started having sex I did the basics…I got sucked and sucked dick. I fucked, occasionally. I remember some men thinking I was a “dirty” guy for I swallowed cum and I rimmed ass before I fucked. Now I do a lot more… On my blog I once called bringing my cock out of a man’s ass to his mouth The Pig Test. I think it’s a good starting point for me. It’s a freeing of having ‘respectable’ sex. And if you’ve cleaned out properly, the lube your ass produces is delicious. I love the juices men make. I love the taste of them and the feel. I don’t think it’s about uncleanliness. I don’t want pits to reek of not having been washed for 4 days. Sweat only smells bad when it has been on the body for a time and becomes full of bacteria—I want you to start freshly showered and we will make the sweat by having vigorous sex. Then I will be licking those pits every chance I get. They are full of pheromones—the very thing that gets our cocks hard. And I hope you would want to taste the desire on my tongue. Piss is different than urine. Watersports pigs dilute the urine by drinking water or beer or fruit juice so it is almost clear piss. And it’s about sensation. I love to fuck a man on my bench, pull out and coat his ass with my piss. For him, it is suddenly warm and wet. And it causes me to rim him all over again. Piss in the mouth – it’s about what is coming out of a dick—this never ending cumshot of fluid pouring into you. Not to mention the head rush of serving the man delivering it completely. And then there is felching. I was sure I would never do that. Larry Kramer made it sound so disgusting in Faggots. And then it happened to me by chance in a bathhouse. A man I was rimming pushed the load he’d just taken into my mouth. I came on the spot. And was hooked… My chosen screenname sums up the sexual adventurer I have become embracing the pigginess that fuels my sex drive.
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  45. EPILOGUE I broke up with Jake as soon as he returned. I didn’t tell him why, and didn’t confront him about the investigator he had hired. It was enough that I was embarking on this path for myself, I didn’t need to make things any messier with him than was necessary. I hoped we could remain friends. I got sick a few weeks later, and was never as happy to nurse a flu as I was with that one. A week after that, I was cruising online and saw a photo on a profile that looked familiar. As I clicked on it, I knew I recognized the tattoos and the body of the man in the picture - it was the PI! I looked at his profile, and saw that he was really into fantasy and role play, loved detailed scenes. I hadn't taken him for that type of guy. I chatted him up. Me: Hey. Those tats are familiar - saw them between my legs a few weeks ago. Just now getting over that nasty flu. Him: Sweet, buddy. How’s the boyfriend? Me: Oh, I broke it off with him. I knew I needed something else. I didn’t tell him about our encounter, or even that I knew he had hired you. Him: Oh good thinking, because he would have been very confused. My: Confused? Why? Him: Because he has no idea who I am. He never hired me. I just saw you online at all the same sites I like to go to. I'm a bit of a hacker, you see, and I knew what you needed more than you knew yourself. So I made it happen. I fulfilled every one of your fantasies, Joey. END
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  46. “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.
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  47. http://www.extremesex.com was the site...but it is gone. I met a lot of men who were hot, AIDS carrying tops and I took all their loads many times !! That I how I converted > WOOF !!! And, this site takes over where they left off !!!!! Thanks man !!
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  48. I just love it - both ways! Great is also - although a bit acrobatic - licking eachother's asses at the same time. Start 69ing and then both dive deeper until buring the tounges deep in eachother's asses :-)) Clean or not - both can be hot to me.
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