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Denial is a powerful thing. Denial can blind you to facts and make it easier to lie to yourself. Denial can protect you from harm. Denial can make you stronger… and weaker. And denial can hone desire. The first time I saw Kurt it was Tuesday, April 25th and he was fucking a guy at the bar. I remember the date because of “Miss Congeniality”. I also remember it because I had agreed to meet there for a first date with a guy I met on Grindr. Naturally he never showed up. Go figure. Technically Kurt wasn’t fucking the guy “at the bar” but in the bathroom. At the trough urinal to be precise. After drinking three beers while waiting for Mr. No-Show, I needed to relieve myself… and there he was. Nailing some twink while they were standing at one side of the trough. The twink was braced up against the wall and Kurt had his hands on his hips and was drilling away. The remaining open area of the trough was occupied by another guy who was ostensibly pissing, but mainly watching the show. And then there was me. Standing there. Utterly frozen. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m a prude, sexually. I’d definitely had my fair share of sexual experiences. But my sex to date had been fairly straightforward and shall we say, tame. Definitely not of the “fucking in a bar bathroom” variety. Sure, I’d jacked off to porn like this- but I’d never encountered it in real life. So I think I was kind of stunned to have stumbled into such a scene at my local gay bar. Stunned—yet titillated at the same time. Instantly I had that nervous excitement about it in my guts. Like “this is wrong, but why does it excite me”? Looking back, I’m not sure what it was about Kurt that attracted me so completely and so quickly. I mean, I didn’t usually make a habit of lusting after guys who go around fucking in public toilets. But I was instantly mesmerized by him. Perhaps it was me attaching the sight of him the heady aroma of stale piss, ripe pits, naphtha, and pheromones. Or maybe it was my body tuning into the pulsing waves of sexual confidence radiating from him. Or maybe it was because I was horny and he was just a fucking ridiculously handsome man. Kurt was one of those empirically hot men- the kind you see in Colt magazines or 80’s porn. He was tall. Like a good head taller than me. Swarthy. Muscular. Broad chest and back. Short black hair and a thick beard so dense you could just make out a slash of a mouth in there. A jaw and nose like they’d been sculpted by an LA cosmetic surgeon. A dark pelt of fur covered his substantial chest and taut stomach. Thighs like a Greco Roman wrestler. Was he Italian? Greek? Lebanese? Whatever it was, he was fiercely handsome and built like a fuck tank. That night he was in biker boots, jeans and a leather harness with metal arm bands accentuating his ample biceps. He also had leather wrist cuffs on- like a modern day sex gladiator. As he pummeled the twink, I just stood and stared at him. It was like seeing a unicorn—the kind of guy that never really seemed to exist in real life. The guy pissing eventually left and freed up the trough, but I couldn’t move even though I really had to go. Kurt seemed to sense my presence. Without missing a thrust he called back over his shoulder in a deep voice, “You wanna use him next? I’m just about through.” This sort of snapped me out of it. I kind of stammered a bit and said no, thank you and that I just needed to pee. I moved to the free area next to them, as far to the side as I could manage in order to give them space. I was just freeing my dick from my pants when Kurt looked over. And I made the mistake of looking back. Time seemed to stop as we locked eyes. He stopped thrusting and just stared at me. And I stared back. He was just so beautiful that I felt I should look away. That I wasn’t worth being scrutinized by him. But I couldn’t look away. I was completely immobilized. After what felt like an eternity he spoke. “Don’t piss yet,” he commanded as he continued to stare into my soul. I merely swallowed and nodded my acceptance. Kurt started thrusting again and picked up his tempo, never taking his eyes off mine. Have you ever had a guy look you in the eye while he’s fucking someone else? All that naked lust projected at you. It’s animal. Almost feral. And even though you aren’t being physically penetrated, all of that Alpha energy has a choke-hold on your most primal core. His unblinking stare is daring you to look away from the stolen intimacy. But you won’t look away. You can’t. You are utterly frozen- powerless- waiting until the release of his seed releases his hold over you. Let me tell you. It’s intoxicating. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. It felt like we were in our own time bubble until suddenly he grunts loudly and I know he’s emptying himself into the blissed out twink. He slowly pulls out, gaze unwavering. I finally broke eye contact to look down at the meat that was slowly exiting the twink’s ass. Damn… it was long pullout. A thick, long, glistening cock with a fat, ruddy head eventually popped free of the hole. An enormous PA glinted in the half-light as his cock swung free of its anal confines. I swear Kurt wagged it a bit knowing that I was watching it. I could feel myself blushing. “Now you can piss,” Kurt commanded in a low voice. “Inside him.” My eyes snapped back to him. “Whu- whu- what?” I managed to squeak out. Kurt’s eyes glittered darkly. “Piss. Up his ass. He’s a worthless fuckin’ urinal and I wanna watch you use him as such.” I hesitated. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, and to be honest the whole scene felt like a fever dream. It was all so surreal. Things like this just didn’t happen to me and my brain was shutting down. My skin was hot and felt like it was vibrating. I found myself highly aroused, which disturbed me. It’s like he tapped into some dark sexual side of me that I didn’t know existed but longed to be released. And much like a dream, I felt like I was just being swept along in the story. “Do it. I wanna watch you piss my cum deep into his guts.” I still hadn’t really moved from my side of the trough, my fly undone and my dick out and really needing to piss at this point. Normally I’m pretty pee shy (and also shy about guys seeing my erect dick), but Kurt exerting control was overcoming my shyness and making my cock stiffen regardless. I saw Kurt’s eyes flick down to my groin and then a tug of a grin at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you Clark Kent preppy-types. You look like good boys, but there’s always a Superpig hiding just below the surface. All you need is that phone booth.” In a daze I slowly took position behind the twink, and slid my steel-hard dick inside his slick, well-opened chute. I could feel the wet heat of his ass engulf me, but my cock and body was dissociated from my brain. It was like I was watching myself do all of this from beyond myself- aware of it all, but also a bystander. “Fuck him,” Kurt growled. I’m embarrassed to say that I lasted all of perhaps 30 seconds. Kurt, the scene, the fact that this was so beyond the pale for me fairly short circuited my brain. My orgasm caught me by surprise and sort of startled me back to reality. “Oh my god. I just came in him. Without a condom,” I said in a confused whisper. Kurt looked at me with hooded eyes. “Good boy. Now relax that bladder. Fill this urinal up.” Was I really going to do this? I’d just cum inside a random guy at the bar and now I was being asked to piss his ass? All this in the bathroom at the bar on a dead Tuesday night? I could feel myself relaxing into the idea, but also warring against it. The urge to piss was strong and my erection waning, but I was still clenched. Kurt leaned in to whisper. “You’re gonna piss in him… for me. Because I’m giving you permission to give in to your desires. And because you know it will please me.” His hot breath on my neck made me shiver. Or was it merely a pee shiver? Or was it a shiver of my naked desire to please this fucking Alpha sex god? Whatever it was, the last of my inhibitions with the scene fell away and my bladder started emptying into the twink. Something I feel I should mention- I have a big bladder. I’m one of those guys at the movie theater who after the movie lets out, I’m at the urinal for a solid 3 minutes of pissing. Like, the urinals on either side of me will change over at least twice while I’m standing there. I get really self-conscious about it because I always think I might look like a [banned word] or something hanging out in a bathroom. So I always aim for the water so guys can audibly hear that I’m actually going still and not wanking it. (Yeah, I’ve had lots of time to analyze this). After a minute or so, Kurt asks the twink, “He pissing in you?” “Oh god damn yes sir! So much piss sir! I’m getting so full sir!” Kurt looks at me again with a smirk- his glittering, dark eyes raking my very soul. “Good boys.” I eventually finish, and slowly pull out of the urinal kid. “Now clean off his dick,” Kurt tells him. The twink rapidly drops and takes my dick in his mouth and starts sucking me. While this is happening, Kurt is tucking his flaccid equipment back into his jeans and buttoning up. Kurt has washed up and is walking out of the bathroom before I snap out of this weird sex trance. I quickly pull my dick from the twink’s mouth and zipped up. The twink silently resumed his standing post at the trough, awaiting others while I headed for the sink. As I was washing up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I didn’t even recognize the guy on the other side. What the fuck just happened? I don’t fuck random guys. And I certainly didn’t engage in water sports. Who WAS this person? Had I been drugged? I kind of felt a bit sick to my stomach. But I felt something else too… satisfaction? I splashed water on my face and toweled off before leaving the bathroom. When I made it back to the bar, Kurt was nowhere to be seen. I felt like I needed some answers so I quickly flag the bartender over. “Excuse me, but have you seen a big, burly, dark haired guy who was in a harness and…”. The bartender cuts me off with a harsh, appraising look. “Kurt just left,” he interrupts. “Don’t tell me he’s dickmatized another one?” Another one meaning me. “Oh… no. I just, um, wanted to… talk…to him. Maybe?” The bartender snorted. “Good luck, kid,” he said as he shook his head. “You’re gonna need it.” * * So his name was Kurt, that much I’d learned from the bartender. But where had he come from? Why hadn’t I ever seen him out before? Granted I almost never went to the bars, but still. Someone like him I figure I would have noticed at some point. Or heard about. Or seen online. Or something. Needless to say, I became obsessed with him. Like all-consuming, can’t-focus-at-work obsessed. Every waking moment I was replaying the bathroom scene in my head. My dick was getting raw from jacking off to it. I looked for him on the apps. I looked for him when I was shopping at the grocery store. I started rotating to other gyms in my network to see if I could catch a glimpse of him because he obviously worked out. All to no avail. I also started going to the bar more frequently in the hopes of running into him again. I started to go every Tuesday at the same time as before. But since that wasn’t yielding any results, I started peppering in other nights of the week. And Friday happy hours. I even started asking Charlie (the bartender) about him. As I was becoming a regular, I’d gotten on a first name basis with him. This particular night I plaintively asked, “You seen him recently?” I didn’t even have to give a name anymore as Charlie knew exactly who I was talking about. Normally he’d just roll his eyes at me and shake his head. “Actually, he was in two nights ago,” Charlie told me. Rats! I’d missed him! “And…?” I asked like the needy bitch I was becoming. Charlie looked uncomfortable. “Um, well. He picked up some out of towner, and they left together.” I was crestfallen and Charlie noticed. “Look kiddo. You need to set your sights on a different guy. Kurt is… well, I don’t think he’s a good match for you. I mean, he’s off-the-charts sexy, and you know the fuck would be epic. He’d probably split a little guy like you in half! But he has… issues. And I don’t think he’s exactly your scene. You’d just find yourself used and discarded like a teenage boy’s tube sock. That’s it. “Look. You are cute as hell with a bangin’ little bod on you. And you seem like you got it together, with a good head on your shoulders- at least when it hasn’t been turned by Kurt. You need to put yourself out there and find a nice guy, like yourself. Or even a not so nice guy if you just want sex. You honestly can get yourself any man you want at the drop of a hat!” “I’m not *that* nice,” I replied sullenly. “And evidently I can’t get *any* man.” Charlie just sadly shook his head. It wasn’t until a couple months later that I was at the bar (also on a Tuesday, as it was becoming my regular night) when I saw Kurt again. I almost didn’t recognize him at first. His hair was a bit longer and he was completely clean-shaven. He was also wearing rimless glasses that went with his business-casual drag for the evening. But it was him. It was definitely him. He was leaning up against the bar, beer in hand, in a tight, navy blue polo that looked like it was straining to contain him. He was also chatting with another guy who had his back to me. Kurt was smiling and laughing a little at what the other guy was saying and I felt jealously uncoil in my guts. I positioned myself in Kurt’s line of sight, and tried my best not to stare. It wasn’t working. Kurt wasn’t looking- he only apparently had eyes for this other guy. I drank down my whole beer this way… waiting for Kurt to notice me. Or at least to acknowledge my presence. It didn’t happen. When the other guy finally excused himself to the restroom, I decided it was time to make my move. I walked up to where Kurt was standing and leaned on the bar next to him. “Hey Kurt,” was my opening line. Smooth. He slowly turned to me and then casually tipped his chin down to regard me. His eyes were amber. I wasn’t expecting that. Seconds passed as he stared blankly at me. “Do I know you?” he finally said in a somewhat bored voice. “Um… no. Not exactly… But, um… there was this one time that we….” My voice died on my lips as Kurt’s friend returned. Kurt flicked a dismissive look in my direction and immediately turned away from me and started talking with his friend again. They spoke as if I were invisible. “So—friend of yours?” the guy asked. “Nope. Some rando… He just came up and started talking to me. It was really awkward. So, you wanna get out of here?” “Fuck yeah, daddy, I want my gift! Let’s go!” And then without another look in my direction, Kurt and his “plus one” left for the evening. My eyes stung as I stood at the bar. It was taking a massive effort not to cry right then and there; not like it would have mattered in the mostly dead bar. But still, public bawling over a guy was not high on my to do list. Maybe it was my jealousy, but all I kept thinking was ‘why did he leave with that guy’? I mean, I didn’t think he was all that cute. He was some average, mid-30’s, banker type with a receding hairline and a paunch. Was *that* Kurt’s type? What did he see in him? It was like a gut-punch to the old self-esteem. Eventually Charlie sauntered over, a concerned look on his face. “You ok, kid?” “Charlie, he looked at me like I was something he scraped off his shoe. I haven’t been made to feel like that since high school,” I said. “I mean, what’s that other guy got that I don’t got?” “A death wish,” Charlie mumbled. “What was that?” I asked, curious about his choice of words. “Nothin’ kid. I’m sorry you’re still hung up on him and I know it hurts a bit, but it’s for the best. Hell, they’re called ‘crushes’ for a reason.” He poured me a bourbon and set it in front of me. “Maker’s Mark… for affairs of the heart.” And then he took his leave, so I could nurse the drink, and my wounds, in private. * * After that, I became a bit less of a bar fly and a bit less stalkerish. Kurt still crossed my mind, but now instead of horny, it made me angry. Although I will admit that I found his facebook profile during one of my weaker moments. It was fairly private, so I couldn’t learn much. And it didn’t look like he had posted much in a few years. All I could see were a few pics of him with a guy named Bo who looked like he could be my older brother. However, I had so far managed to resist the urge to request friendship, which I saw as a definite win. I was slowly weaning myself off of Kurt, and getting back to somewhat of a focused life. And it felt good. So a month later when I saw Kurt again, it sort of caught me off guard. Although it really shouldn’t have- as it was at a sex party. Now, let me be clear. Sex parties are not my forte. I’ve only been to like 3 of them, like, ever. And while they are kind of exciting, I think perhaps I give off the wrong sort of vibe or something? Maybe I look too goody two-shoes? Or like I won’t participate? Or I look like I’m nervous (because I am). Whatever it is, I never seem to get laid at them. Maybe a little sucky sucky, but that’s kind of it. Which can be a bit depressing when you see others having loads of fun, so to speak. Anyway, my waning crush on Kurt had left me in a bit of a randy mood- considering I had been so focused on him that I hadn’t had sex in months. So I hit up a friend of a friend of mine whom I knew to have semi-regular sex parties at their fairly large (and sluttily equipped) home. As luck would have it, they were hosting one that coming Saturday evening as a July 4th “Bang Bash” and yes, I was welcome to “cum”. I received an email with directions and timing and rules (along with their strict no drugs policy). And by the time Saturday rolled around, I was fairly well vibrating I was so damn horny. Not wanting to seem too eager, I waited until 45 minutes after the party start time in order to arrive. I didn’t think I could take arriving early and being scrutinized by other party guests. It would make me even more self-conscious than I already am. When I arrived, I was shown where to put my clothes. As I disrobed, I was informed there were about 50 or so guys already there, the basement was in full swing, and that I should head on down. So I quickly got down to my jock, sneakers, and backward Cubs cap. One final check in the mirror convinced me I looked cute enough for this and I made my way downstairs. My glasses fogged briefly as I entered the humidity from the sweaty bodies. You could smell sex and poppers in the air. The basement area was illuminated by red bulbs, some rainbow LEDs and occasional bursts of laser lighting. House music throbbed to provide an ambient noise level to mask some of the fuck noises and lower inhibitions. It was a very heady combo, I’ll admit. I wandered around as I seem to do at such events, never quite sure of where to look or what to do with my hands. I saw several guys standing and/or kneeling as blow jobs were underway all over the place. A couple of guys were fucking in a darkened corner—the slap of flesh keeping time with the music. I watched them fuck for a little while. They were oblivious to my presence. As I wandered more I saw guys making out in groups of 3, 4 and more. There were guys on a couch and bent over chairs. It was a smorgasbord of sex. And then I saw him. His profile was unmistakable as he stood in a small knot of guys surrounding a sling. My stomach clenched and I nearly turned around to go back upstairs. But something made me hold my ground. I could tell that there was a guy in the sling, and that he was being fucked. I was hesitant to go watch- even though I wanted to- because of him. Suddenly a small voice inside me said, “Fuck him! You were invited here. It isn’t his party. You have every right to watch too.” So I made my way over to the sling. And thereby to Kurt. I stepped up to the side of the sling across from Kurt, keeping my eyes glued to the guy fucking the hot, furry, muscle cub who was currently getting his ass well and truly used. I had to will myself not to look over at him, but damnit if I wasn’t going to do my best to ignore that fucker the way he’d ignored me. It wasn’t going to be easy though, because in my peripheral vision I could tell Kurt was staring at me. Hard. Muscle cub by this time had found my cock and fished it out of my jock. He was jacking me and I was quickly wickedly hard. I shifted myself up toward his head so he could suck me while he was getting fucked. I shifted my gaze to the muscle cub’s face as he worked my cock. Anything to hold my attention and to keep me from looking at Kurt. Muscle cub was cute. Blonde. Stocky. Shoulders and arms for days. Nice pecs on him. And seeing him in such a vulnerable position on his back with his legs in the stirrups made my loins stir. I didn’t know if I wanted to do him… or be him. Probably a bit of column A and a bit of column B. Again, it was like I entered a sex trance and I was disconnected from my cock and this activity—I was aware of it but it was like I was dissociated from it all. Plus, I mean, again who *was* this guy who was actually participating at an orgy? Normally I couldn’t even get hard if there was more than one other guy in the room as I was too embarrassed and self-conscious. But tonight it was different. Because he was here. Dimly acknowledged in the back of my brain burned this solitary idea. I wanted to strike back at Kurt. I wanted him to see what I was doing. I wanted him to watch me fucking this guy’s mouth. I wanted to show him I could take pleasure without his permission and without even acknowledging him. In a misguided way, I was trying to wound him like he had wounded me at the bar. Although I honestly had no idea why I believed this would even phase him or where this idea had germinated. All I knew was that fucker was going to notice me and remember me this time. The guy fucking the muscle cub came suddenly—and very demonstrably. The cub pulled off my cock to moan in delight and say “Oh fuck yeah! Breed me!” As my eyes swept to the man emptying himself inside the cub, I stumbled. In a weak moment, I glanced over at him- I swear it was involuntary! And just as if he were medusa, my breath caught in my chest and I was immediately petrified under his gaze. He’d buzzed his hair down to fuzz, and his beard was at that heavier than 5 o’clock shadow stage. He was naked except for his harness. And tonight he wore a steel cock ring which matched the PA. This was the first time I’d seen the full expanse of his body, and my god he was beautiful. Like, everything was just perfectly proportioned. Everything except his fairly enormous cock. As we stared at each other? Waves. My god, the pulsing waves of pure, unadulterated sex that bombarded me from this man were unlike anything I’d ever felt! I could feel the thrum in my skin. Again, I blame the stench of man-sex and poppers and the July heat of the room and the music and pheromones. I didn’t even feel the cub’s mouth on my dick anymore (he’d evidently gone back to sucking me at some point- I honestly hadn’t noticed). I was lost in Kurt’s stare which was a grappling hook in my heart. With a small head gesture from him, I pulled my dick from the cub’s mouth and walked down to the now vacant end of the sling. Still locked into his eyes, Kurt reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder and added a slight pressure downward. I knew what he wanted, and even though I’d never rimmed a guy before, I obeyed. I slowly sank down, and started tonguing the cub’s furry pucker. The heat of his butthole and the tang of semen hit my tongue like a one-two punch, and it shocked me. A fuse blew, and I just started to eat his ass with abandon. The cub was moaning and begging for more, and I could feel him pushing out some of the cum for me. Tasting what he’d collected from these other men in this way drove me into a frenzy. In a hazy way, could tell my brain wanted to analyze what the fuck was going on with me, but I was too busy being swept along in the sexual current of the moment. I felt Kurt’s hand under my chin, gently lifting me upward. Again, he didn’t have to tell me what he wanted. I just knew. I absentmindedly reached for a condom, opened it and rolled it on. I spit on my hand and lubed up, although I didn’t need much. The cub was already well lubricated from several others. While continuing to be held by Kurt’s stare, I slid into the cub and started fucking him. Slowly, I let the sling rock back and forth, feeling the cub’s hot, hairy little hole slide up and down my shaft. Through my stare I was trying to telepathically communicate to Kurt that this is what *I* wanted. I wanted to be in the sling, him to be sheathed inside me— my hole working his shaft. Me giving him my body and giving him pleasure, and taking pleasure in return. During the fuck, Kurt moved closer. I felt his thumb and forefinger encircle my cock at the base as I fucked the cub. I was keenly aware that this was the first time he’d touched me, and I shuddered. On the outstroke, I could feel Kurt using his hand to work the condom up my shaft. Then he lined me up and I thrust back in. Then on the outstroke again, Kurt’s hand working the condom up. By the 4th stroke or so, it was just now at my head. He deftly pulled it off. Without missing a beat, he lined me up again and I slid back inside the cub. Kurt was again directing me as he wanted and I was his slave. He then leaned in close to me again and gruffly whispered, “Now breed him. He’s a cumdump and I wanna watch you give him what he wants.” I obeyed. I grabbed the chains of the sling and looked down at the muscle cub I was using as directed. He really was a cute guy, the kind of “aw shucks” guy it looks like you’d want to date and take home to your parents. At least until you found out he was a dirty, fucking slut. Which right now made my dick that much harder. His hole felt like wet silk on my raw dick. As I was building tempo, Kurt moved up to the head of the sling and tucked his prodigious unit in the cub’s mouth. Only about 1/3 of it fit and the cub was gagging on it. Kurt made eye contact with me again and held it as he grabbed the boy’s head and fucked his mouth. I smirked because I could tell that was doing this for me. He *knew* I would like seeing the cub struggle with his meat. He spoke to the cub next, in a deep voice that seemed to cut through the noise in the room. “Beg for his load, slut. I wanna hear you beg for his cum like the filthy cunt you are.” The cub stopped sucking long enough to start up a litany of entreaties for my seed. “Please breed me! Please cum in me! I wanna feel you load me! I need it! Please! No loads refused! I’m a fucking cum whore and I live to be filled! I want your DNA to be part of me! Knock me up, man!” Hearing the hot stud begging for me to cum was the final push to get the load to boil out of my balls. I buried myself in him and let go. Volley after volley of my pent up seed and frustration throbbed into his guts. “Oh fuck! I feel him cumming! I actually FEEL it!! Fuck that’s a lot! Oh FUUUUUCK!” the cub whimpered. And through all of this, my eyes never left Kurt’s. Even though I had just cum so much that it felt like my balls turned inside out, I was still in a sex trance. I was empty, but now I needed to get filled. I pulled out of the cub and made my way over to Kurt. I figured it was going to be now. This was going to happen. Kurt was still rock hard from our scene and I aimed to be on the recipient end of it. As I approached there was a brief look of confusion which flickered across his face. When I was in front of him, I reached out and grabbed his massive tool. He flinched at the contact, and pushed my hand away. Not to be deterred, I dropped to my knees in front of him and moved to take him in my mouth. He instantly jumped back away from me and barked out, “No.” It was like a hypnotist snapped his fingers and I suddenly found myself naked on a stage in front of strangers. One of the party rules was “consent”. If someone said No or wanted to stop- you stopped. That was the rule. And if you didn’t stop, you were asked to leave or escorted out. So there I was, as it were. Just a boy. Kneeling in front of a boy. Asking him to fuck me. And being patently rejected. It was so “mixed message” after everything that had just transpired that I actually started to laugh. I had so many emotions roiling about that I didn’t know what to do or how to react. Seeing how Kurt looked at me, I was instantly filled with hot shame. Which was then rapidly replaced by seething anger. I stood up slowly and gave Kurt my best “what the everloving fuck” look. He just looked back at me with pinched brows and shook his head. So I walked over to the nearest fuck bench, bent over with dramatic flair, and proceeded to make a show of lubing up my ass. And I aimed to get filled one way or another. And if Kurt wouldn’t do it, anyone else would do. Any and all of them. And that fucker was going to watch them do it. One guy immediately walked up and stuffed his dick in my mouth. I asked for some poppers, took a hit, and went to town servicing him. I was on a mission. During this, I felt a couple different guys walk by and caress my ass. One even fingered my hole a little… but then they would walk away. Nobody seemed to want to fuck me. I kept wriggling my ass and trying to tempt guys, all to no avail. Why was nobody fucking me? Even the guy feeding me his cock didn’t cum and he wandered off. I was prepped. I was ready. I had a muscular, round ass from hours of squats and miles of biking. And I was a pretty darn good bottom from what I’d been told. But tonight I was on a fuck bench island—alone. I was starting to feel pretty despondent, when suddenly I feel a guy’s cock start to nudge around my ass. Finally! I hear the lube bottle open and feel him slick up his dick behind me. A lubed digit briefly slipped in my ass to open me up. And just as the head starts to slip inside me, it stops and pulls out. “What’s your deal, man? I was gonna breed that fine little ass!” “It’s off limits for you. Go fuck the cumdump in the sling.” It was Kurt’s voice. Why the fuck was Kurt was cock blocking? This made absolutely no sense. “Fuck you, man. You don’t own this hole. And this little fucker is begging for a load!” said my would be fucker. “Seriously man, just walk away. He doesn’t want your toxic seed.” Toxic seed? Was the guy poz and was he going to fuck me without a condom? I stood up from the bench. “Dude, are you poz and were you going to fuck me without a condom?” I asked the guy. He looked at me with disdain. “Whatever, dude. It’s a bareback sex party.” And he stalked off. Kurt was standing there with his arms folded over his chest. “Are YOU the reason nobody’s been wanting to fuck me? Have you been cock blocking me this entire time??” I asked him incredulously. “I just saved your ass. Literally and figuratively. You’re in a sex haze and not thinking clearly. Did you really want his dirty dick to load you up with poz cum?” Kurt asked flatly. “Well… maybe I DID!” I retorted like a child. Kurt stared me down until I looked away. “I didn’t think so,” he answered smugly. And this pissed me off. “You know what? I’m out. Thanks for ruining what was turning into a good night. Let’s not keep meeting like this, shall we?” I spat as I walked away from him. I stormed upstairs, got dressed, and left the party. I drove home angry. Hurt. Sad. And … relieved? Relieved that I’d dodged a poz load in my ass all because of Kurt and his apparent conscience. I was more confused than ever about who the fuck this man was. * * I didn’t see Kurt again until the end of summer. And other than occasional angry thoughts about him, I didn’t much think of him during the time after the sex party. The only time he seriously entered my thoughts was during the one hookup I had in the month of August. Looking back, it was painfully obvious I was trying to find a clone of Kurt. The guy was big and dark and muscular—but the connection just wasn’t there. The sex was perfunctory and unfulfilling and left me fantasizing about Kurt while I jacked myself off on the guy. I ate my weight in ice cream afterwards, because feelings. Anyway, I really felt I had turned a corner when Labor Day rolled around. It was time for Tom and Hal’s end of summer pool party. I was in a mood and pretty down on myself, so I almost didn’t go. If Tom wasn’t such a good friend, I’d probably have begged off, coming up with some lame excuse. As it was, I sucked it up, put on the pink speedo that showed off my assets, and headed over. When I arrived, Tom met me at the door- a big shit eating grin on his face. “About time! And man have I got a surprise for you!” and he started singing “Matchmaker” from Fiddler on the Roof. “Oh no. Don’t you remember the last time you tried to set me up? I thought we’d learned our lesson, because *that* went so fucking well,” I admonished. “Look honey. How was I supposed to know he was still married?” he shrugged. “And a sub bottom with a diaper fetish,” I reminded him. “Everyone has little kinks, darling,” he laughed. “Exactly what part of ‘change me! Baby make boom-boom’ did you think I would find endearing?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. Tom waved me off. “This one is different. You are 100% his type, and he is SO yours. I mean, this guy is so EVERYONE’S type. Trust me. This time, this yenta is onto something big. And from what I hear, I do mean BIG!” I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that I had to just go with it. It was just who Tom was. I’d humor him, meet the guy, it wouldn’t work (like all the others because it was seriously like Tom didn’t know me at all or what I liked), and I’d go on my merry way until next time. Tom left me in the kitchen and scurried off to go find Mr. Match, so I made myself a drink. I heard him coming back with someone in tow (Tom was loud) just as I was completing my margarita. I turned around and… yeah. Him. Tom smiles huge and says, “I’d like to introduce you to…” “Kurt,” I finished, my disdain apparent. Tom’s smile falters. “Oh, have you two met?” he enquires. “Oh yeah. On a few separate occasions, isn’t that right Kurt?” Kurt just stood there, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else at the moment. For once he wouldn’t meet my eyes. I took the opportunity to add an extra shot of patron to my marg. “By the way, Tom? You’re wrong about me being his type,” I said in the shittiest voice I could muster. “He actually finds me quite repulsive—that is when he can even be bothered to remember who the fuck I am. So if you’ll excuse me, imma go find your husband and drink. Heavily.” And with that I left them standing in the kitchen. Several drinks and an hour of avoidance later, I was on an air mattress in the pool, trying to relax and soak up the last of the summer sun. I felt the waves gently rock me as someone slid into the pool. A few moments later, a shadow covered me as someone stood next to my float. “Hey,” he said. Because of course it was Kurt. I tilted my head over and opened my eyes. God he was even more beautiful wet. And today he was sporting hair that was a bit longer and just starting to wave a bit, and a full mustache with heavy beard stubble. He was a wet, sexier Tom Selleck. Or Pete Kuzak. It was his best look and it physically hurt me to look at him, so I closed my eyes. “What is it, Kurt?” I sighed. “You’ve successfully managed to suck almost all the joy in my life for the past few months. What are you going to do for an encore? Anally rape my mother while pouring sugar in my gas tank?” He chuckled. “That line is from the movie Clerks. And No. No encore. More like a truce.” I looked at him again. “I was a jerk and I’m sorry,” he said with a shrug. “And I think that for today, on this last day of summer, we should just hang out and… be. Maybe get to know each other in a different space. What do you say?” I thought about it for a good minute. I mean, really thought about it. Do I continue to be butthurt? Or do I just say fuck it and let him off the hook? Even though his eyes held mine again, there wasn’t the heat. Instead they were saying “please”. Which broke me. I relented. “Fetch me another drink, Farm Boy, and we’ll see,” I said. “Fetch it yourself,” he says and then proceeded to dump me off my air mattress into the pool. I sputtered as I came up and he was laughing like a kid and smiling. Smiling AT me. I’d never seen him smile before, not like this. Not directed at me. Being on the receiving end of it was absolutely blinding. Like a million photographer flash bulbs going off. And he had dimples, because of course he did. Fuck me sideways. The next couple of hours in the pool drifted by lazily. We talked about everything and nothing. The Clerks quote had opened things up and we chatted about favorite movies and art and just hung out. Other guys at the party desperately wanted Kurt’s attention, but whenever they would swim up to chat, he would shift over to me. Feeling his bulk casually brush up against my side, or his furry leg touch mine set flame to my skin. One time he even draped his arm across my shoulders possessively and my insides melted. Seriously turned to goo. I slowly reciprocated and put my arm around his expansive back to his waist. This time he didn’t smack it away. It was the first time I was actually touching him after all these months—the heat of his tan flesh under my hand made my heart stutter. I’d had more than a few cocktails at this point, so I was feeling giddy and buzzy, but in a really warm and delightful way. I was also punch drunk from the attention Kurt was paying me. Feeling cocky, I popped back onto a pool float and lay back with my hands beneath my head. “Push me around the pool,” I jokingly command him. “As you wish,” he replied. Fuck me. He did know the Princess Bride after all. I felt his hand move from the float to my side and I felt sure that I was in for another dunking. If that happened, I’d make him pay. But no. We were in the shallows of the pool and he was gently pushing me around- his large hand on my upper rib cage. Then his hand shifted a bit, and I felt his finger on my nipple. At first it just rested there, but instantly the entire focus of my being was concentrated on that little nub of flesh. Then his finger lightly circled it and brushed it. I shivered, and my cock sprang to life in my speedo. “Looks like someone is having a good time,” said Tom cheekily, and I quickly dumped myself off the mattress and into the cool water. I was immediately self-conscious again of being sexual in public and separated myself to the far side of the pool to get my drink. I hear Kurt haul himself out of the water and excuse himself to the restroom. Meanwhile my mind is racing with a million thoughts. What was happening? Was Kurt flirting? Did he actually want me? Did I WANT him to want me? What would we do? Would we finally have sex? My boner would NOT go down as my mind raced down alley after alley of all the things I wanted to do to Kurt’s body. Eventually I was able to quell my visible desire and decided that I too could use a bathroom break. I figured it was also a good time for a drink refresher too. When I looked for Kurt to see if he wanted something from the bar, he wasn’t around. Meh, I figured I’d just surprise him with something and I headed up to the house. When I opened the bathroom door, I’m the one who got the surprise. Kurt was there, leaning against the sink with his dick halfway down Tom’s throat. I think I said something like, “Oops! Sorry” before stumbling blindly away, tears burning my eyes. It was like my heart had been ripped from my chest and crumpled like a ball of foil. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. I had to get out of there and away. Just… away. The next thing I remember was sitting in my car and bawling my eyes out. I’d been duped again and let my guard down. I was smarter than this. And How DARE he have this much power over me! But the truth was he did have that power and it sucked. He’d hurt me again. And the really fucked up thing was, I would probably continue to let him because I was just that pathetic. I felt the passenger side open up and someone crawl in. I figured it was Tom, come to apologize. “You know, Tom? Bathroom doors come with locks for a reason. Mainly so your EX-best friend doesn’t stumble in on you sucking off the love of his life,” I said with as much venom as I could muster. “It’s not Tom… it’s me.” Because of course it was him. And suddenly a switch flipped and I was furious. “Get. The fuck. Out of my car,” I said dangerously. “Seriously. Get out. Get OUT! Fuck you, fucking dick! Did you come to gloat? To Rub it in? Fuck you and your mixed messages. Fuck you for messing with me. Is this a fucking game to you? Is this FUN? Tormenting me? Teasing me and then gutting me to the core? Is THAT what gets you off you sadistic FUCK!” “No, this isn’t a game. And this isn’t what gets me off,” he said quietly. “Then what is it? What the FUCK is going on between us? Why would you come at me with your ‘lets just be’ B.S.? Then proceed to tease me all day? You aren’t blind or stupid—you KNOW what you do to me! You KNOW how I feel about you. You toyed with me deliberately only to go off and fuck Tom’s mouth!” “I didn’t do it deliberately, I honestly just wanted to try to befriend you today,” he mumbled. “And I didn’t go off to fuck Tom’s mouth. He busted in on me jacking off in the bathroom and he just dropped and started sucking. I… I wasn’t thinking clearly at that point…I should’ve stopped him, but….” “But?? BUT WHAT?? Any hole will do, is that it? Anyone’s but MINE?” I shot back. “I… I just really needed… I needed to get off, ok?” “You needed to get off. AT the pool party. Because it couldn’t wait until you got home?” I said incredulously. “Seriously. It couldn’t wait?” “No, it couldn’t wait!” Kurt was becoming visibly agitated and upset now. “Why the fuck not? Seriously, who just jacks off randomly at a party?” “I was doing it to protect you!” he said, his voice escalating in volume. “Protecting me? From whom? Tom?? You thought you’d protect me from Tom’s mouth by FUCKING IT?!?” I shouted back. “I WAS PROTECTING YOU FROM ME, GODDAMNIT!” All the air seemed to go out of the car, and Kurt was shaking. My anger dissipated quickly and my intuition was telling me something important was happening. I turned to Kurt and just looked at him— patiently waiting for some sort of explanation. Kurt wouldn’t look back. He just looked at his hands as he gripped the dashboard. He took a deep, shuddering breath and began. “I was protecting you from me. Being near you today? I thought I could handle it. I saw the way you looked at me at the sex party. How hurt you were and it gutted me. I told myself never again. So when you showed up today, I thought to myself, Kurt? Here’s your opportunity. Here’s your chance to make amends and maybe not be such an asshole. I really thought the best protection for you might be if I were a buddy, you know? Just a buddy who could look out for you and protect you. I thought I could handle it. But christ. Being near you today? Seeing your body? Joking around and hearing you laugh? Touching you? It made me fucking crazy- like I wanted to jump right out of my skin. I tried to tamp it down, God I tried. To just be a normal guy and not… not think with my prick. But you look so goddamn much like him and I couldn’t control myself and my dark thoughts started spinning out of control and I had to stop them. Stop myself. So I went to the bathroom to jack off. To relieve the sexual pressure so that I could maybe go back to just being a nice guy and maybe a friend. If I could just cum it might be enough to get through being near you the rest of the afternoon. But I didn’t lock the fucking door and Tom came in and he just… started sucking… and I just really needed the release or else I was going to do something I would regret so I just let him keep sucking even though I should have stopped him. I know I should have stopped him! It wasn’t his mouth I wanted. But when my demons are released it’s like trying to stop a freight train and then you walked in and everything went to fucking hell ….” Kurt still hadn’t looked at me. And he still hadn’t answered the big question. “Kurt,” I said gently. “Why do you feel you need to protect me from yourself? I’m a big boy- maybe not in stature- but I can make my own decisions. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time.” “Oh you can’t say that! PLEASE don’t say that!” he cried. And tears started to flow from his eyes. “Why not? It’s the truth. I want you like I’ve never wanted any other man before. You electrify me in a way that nobody ever has,” I said as I reached out to touch his leg. He flinched and looked up at me, stricken. “Electrify? As in Charge?? HA!” He laughed mirthlessly as his body was wracked with sobs. “I’m HIV positive,” he finally whispered. “But it’s more than that. Much more. I’m sick. Not HIV sick, but sick in my very soul. I have a darkness in me. A twisted desire to infect other guys with HIV. You asked what gets me off? THAT gets me off. The thought of infecting guys makes my dick hard! Christ! I’m getting hard right now just talking about it and I’m fucking bawling while I bare by soul to you! How fucked up is that?” There was a pregnant pause as he took a deep breath. “And how sick is it that I want to infect you so you’ll be mine forever?” It was barely audible, but I heard it. “Kurt…” I started. “His name was Bo. Love of my life. I was fairly newly poz when we met, and he wasn’t. But we were determined to make it work. I loved him and He knew me, REALLY knew me. Knew my darkness. Knew my fetishes and kinks. My demons. And he loved me anyway. He loved me so much that he begged for me to knock him up. To infect him so we would always be together. I railed against the idea for a long time, and we were always so careful. SO careful! I needed him healthy and whole. But he wore me down. He said he was ready. He PROMISED me he was. That he could handle it and he wanted it and he wanted it from ME. He even told me that he would go get pozzed up from someone else, just to be done with it all. So finally I relented. I let the demons out and I did it. I fucking did it. It took on the first try too, because I’m fertile. And I gotta tell you, man was it hot. It was so goddamn hot doing it. I loved every fucking second and being the one to make him poz. Fuck, it blew my mind. When I bred him that night it was like all my love emptied into him too. Only he lied to me. He wasn’t ready for it. His family found out and they disowned him. Some of his friends turned on him and called him a fool for not being safe and stupid for being with me. They abandoned him. His conservative job found out and canned him. He lost health insurance. It was all so messed up. But I thought we were working through it all ok. We had each other and I loved him and that was enough right? But he got depressed. Really depressed. I came home one day… I came home…and… I’m the one who found him.” Kurt had tears just streaming down his face now- cathartically releasing all the pent up emotions that must have been eating away at him. “Bo is dead because of me. The love of my life died because I can’t control my sick desires. I was weak and he is dead. And I vowed never again. Not with someone that I care about. And then you walk into a bar bathroom, the spitting image…” “But Kurt, we can still do stuff. Be intimate. All this doesn’t make me want you less, if anything I want you more now. We can be safe….” I offered. “Safe? With me there IS no ‘safe’. You’ve seen me in action, when I’m amped up. I’m a fucking pig with a big cock and a bigger sex drive. Once the demons are loose, there’s no stopping them. You say “safe” but you don’t understand. You don’t KNOW. I’m telling you even now sitting here, after all this, I still want to infect you. I see you and I am overcome with desire. I want you so badly that I can’t focus. You are so beautiful and sexy and I want nothing more than to tear up that meaty little ass of yours. I want to fuck you so hard you bleed. I want to fuck you until your spine cracks and your spleen is bruised. I want you whimpering as I cum so deep inside that it will never come out. And then I want to do it again and again and again until you convert. Then we’ll be a matched pair and I’ll own you for life. You say ‘safe’. How do you think you’ll be safe with me? I’m way bigger than you. You don’t stand a chance. Don’t ask me to pull out, because I won’t. You think you’ll be safe if I use a condom? Don’t you think that at some point my dark side will win and I’ll sabotage the rubber so my seed leaks into you? Or I sneak it off and stealth you? Or drug you and then rape my poz load into your ass? God, my cock is hard right now just talking about it! With me there IS no such thing as safe, don’t you see? That’s why I’m telling you all this. That’s why I let Tom suck me. That’s why I pushed you away at the sex party. That’s why I pretended not to know you at the bar even though I wanted nothing more than to ditch that other guy and take you back to my place to destroy you. That’s why I sprinted home that first time at the bar. It’s me… protecting you… from me. Before I can’t control myself and it’s too late.” We sat quietly in my car, the only sound an occasional sniffle from him as we sat amid the enormity of everything he just unloaded. My mind was reeling from his revelations and his stark honesty. There was so much conflict going on inside me. My feelings for him. My attraction. His status. His dark fetish. His struggle. But above it all, just being in the car with him had me vibrating. My guts were a knot and… And suddenly, I was calm. In a moment of clarity, I knew what I was going to do. Kurt spoke again, dejectedly. “I know this was… a lot. And I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. Please understand that I think you are so… so beautiful. But you deserved to know. And now maybe you’ll understand I can’t see you again.” His hand moved to the door handle. Before he could make another move, I launched myself at him, grabbed his face, and kissed him. I wish I could say it was one of those beautiful, perfect moviestar kisses—it wasn’t. He’d been crying. I’d been crying. There were residual tears and snot. I came in too hot and our teeth sort of clacked together. It wasn’t pretty. But it was also fucking hot as hell. It started off with me ramming against him and him sort of yelping as I startled him. His body was tensed like a clock spring. I kept our lips pressed together unmoving- waiting to see what he was going to do. Suddenly the fight seemed to go out of him and he relaxed. Then our kiss morphed into a gentle “I see you, Jake Sully” kiss. And then it deepened, and turned more urgent until we were two horny teenagers making out in a car. And I gotta say—the stache and stubble combo? Holy fuck. Feeling his stubble rake across my jaw lit me on fire. Kissing Kurt in this moment was the most intimate, most sexual thing I think I’d ever done with another man in my life. It also felt I was kissing a brewing storm… and I never wanted to stop. As my hands wandered down to his straining groin, he suddenly stopped and pushed me away. “Fuck, this is what I was afraid of! I am barely hanging on, here. We have to stop.” “Have you heard of PReP,” I asked him breathlessly. “Sure,” he nods. “Well, I’m on it. And I triple dog dare you to try to get me pregnant, Kurt.” He closed his eyes then. “Drive,” he commanded as he fastened his seat belt. * * We drove to his condo in a blur. I drove fast, but not so fast as to get a speeding ticket (or DUI). He wanted to fuck me at his place because it was set up with everything that we would need. I honestly don’t remember getting from the parking garage to his unit. Once parked we were on each other again with reckless abandon. We managed to get out of the car, but he pushed me up against it- his hands all over my body. He ended up going down on me as I leaned against the car- my synapses shorting out as I felt his mouth take me inside. Then I tried to return the favor, but the 0 gauge PA kept clattering against my teeth which really bothered me. We stopped so he could unscrew a ball and take it out for me. I sucked his dick briefly in the elevator- I didn’t care if there were security cameras. Let them fucking watch me service this god’s dick! I just needed to feel him in my mouth. His dick is fucking enormous. Two and a half hands worth and my fingers didn’t touch around it. Big fucking head like a pit viper. He probably was going to fuck me in half with it, and I was beyond ready to surrender to it. Eventually we got to his condo and he had me go prep using his shower shot while he got the place ready for me. I did as I was told and made sure to spend a little extra time, as I knew he would be going extra deep. I stepped out of the bathroom into a dimly lit scene. “Come here,” I heard him say in his deep, sex voice. My feet were instantly compelled forward to the bedroom. He had a blood red light bulb in the bedside lamp, to set the mood. He had a sling set up, suspended in one corner from eye bolts in the ceiling. One of the walls had a large mirror there so you would be able to watch yourself during, were you so inclined. And the wall opposite the foot of the king sized bed had a 60” TV mounted on an articulating arm, so porn could be watched at any time. And he had filthy porn playing—lots of biohazard symbols everywhere. As I stepped into his den of iniquity, our eyes met and he said, “Last chance, bud. Or abandon all hope.” I walked up to him, staring deeply into his eyes. I feel that familiar sex trance coming on and this time I welcomed it fully. With that all my inhibitions fell away and I felt free. I knew Kurt wouldn’t judge me and anything was on the table. I chose my next words deliberately. “So, that guy that you were talking with that night at the bar when you pretended not to know me? Did you poz him?” I saw Kurt’s nostrils flare as his eyes glittered in the red light. “Yes. Yes I did.” “Tell me,” I say. “What’s to tell? He was a dumb fucking bug chaser. I found him on BBRT and told him I could help him out. He met me at the bar after work. I brought him here and gave him what he wanted.” “And what he wanted was your toxic seed. Did it take?” I asked. I knew my questions were goading Kurt on and getting his demons going. “Oh yeah. I told you—I’m fertile. He called me two weeks later to tell me he got the fuck flu. He was so happy.” “And was it a good fuck? Did you enjoy breeding him? Did it satisfy you?” I asked. “It was ok. He’d been chasing for awhile but everyone’s pretty well controlled these days so infections are rare. And he really wanted it so it didn’t feel like much of a challenge. It’s sort of hotter when the guy doesn’t want it, or doesn’t know he wants it.” Kurt’s cock was so hard at this. That’s when I noticed he’d changed his PA. The one in now was a curved barbell of sorts, but there were conical spikes screwed onto the ends. Kind of like what you’d see on a dog’s collar. I reached down and fingered it lightly. His cock jumped at my touch. “Is this your weapon of choice for my guts tonight?” I asked. “You triple dog dared me to get you pregnant. I aim to keep my record intact,” he growled. “So, about a month before I ran into you at the bar, Charlie told me he’d seen you with some random guy from out of town and that you’d left with him. You get him pregnant, too?” Kurt chuckled. “You keeping tabs on me?” he asked. “Just some light stalking. You know I’m obsessed with you.” Kurt reaches up and starts lightly stroking my nipples. My nipples are hard wired and with his touch, bolts of electricity coursed through me and made my dick jump. “I honestly don’t know if I got him pregnant or not- it’s definitely possible since I gave him a double dose. I may get a two-fer if his wife pops poz too.” “Fuck, really?” I asked. Even though I had started out as just playing a role to turn Kurt on, hearing him talk this way was getting me very turned on. Was I a secret chaser? Or was I just some sex pig that had finally found someone to help me realize my true self?” “Yeah. The guy was in town on a business trip. Married. To a woman. He was at the bar because he was bi-curious, the stupid fucker. Had cheated on his wife a few times with guys but only bottomed twice before. Such an easy pickup! He took me back to his hotel room so I could be his third time. Man, he was definitely not prepared for my cock. He cried while I fucked him.” “And you got him to risk it and go bareback?” I asked, definitely curious at this point. “Not at first. He insisted on a condom because he was ‘married’. But I deliberately didn’t use enough lube. I wanted to rough him up a bit and also possibly have the condom pop. That happens sometimes due to my size and my… vigor. Whoops.” He grinned and I had to laugh at the way he said it. “Unfortunately, the condom held, but he was really crying and it was tearing up his ass something fierce because fuck he was tight, so I told him it would feel better skin to skin. I had him take a hit of poppers, stripped off the condom, lubed up, and slid right back in. “I stealthed him quick before he came to his senses. And then kept going to make sure I massaged that load into him. As I was working up load 2 he did ask me not to cum in him. I said ‘Why change things now?’ and shot a second load deep. That’s when he kind of freaked out a bit and kicked me out of his hotel room.” “Was this a good fuck?” I asked, as I moved behind him and knelt to tongue his butthole. As soon as I made contact in his furry crack, I went into overdrive. He moaned. “Fuck yeah! There’s nothing better than breeding a married “straight” guy. I love it when the guy struggles to take my cock. I like it when they cry too- feels more like rape, even though they never ask me to stop. And I love sending them on their way with my little gift. Their cheating asses are getting what they deserve. Plus it’s hot thinking that they might pass it on to their wives or to some other guys along their path of sexual discovery.” “I have a question for you,” I say, pausing in my rimming. “At the sex party, why didn’t you just let that guy fuck me and breed me? Maybe I would have popped poz and all this conflict would have gone away.” Then I dove back into his perfect ass. “I thought I already answered that. I needed to be the one to do it so that you’re mine forever. I couldn’t let some other guy have that honor. Not with you. Especially when I could stop it. Do you know how many poz guys I chased away from your hole that night? At least 5. The last guy was definitely toxic, although you would have liked his dick.” I stopped rimming him and stood up. I stood on tip toes and whispered into his ear. “I think it’s time for you to impregnate me. Give me my first dirty dick.” Kurt kissed me fiercely then. It wasn’t like the first one in the car, or even the parking garage—this WAS a Hollywood kiss. Longing and long-denied desire pouring out in a flood between us. I’ve never been kissed like that by anyone before—or since. All I knew was that my mind was fried and I was complete his now and forever and all I could think was “dick dick dick… in in in…. now now now… “. He picked me up deftly, and placed me into the sling. My feet were placed in the stirrups and cinched in snugly. He looked down on me with unbridled lust, and I’m sure I looked back with equal amounts. He bared his teeth and chuckled menacingly. “You stupid fucker. Your ass is mine now. I’m gonna give you my AIDS.” “Stop talking and fucking do it already,” I goaded. He let out a fierce growl and lubed up his dick. Then he lubed up my hole, making sure to roughly finger the lube into me. Then I felt his cock head and the sharp PA resting against my pucker. I sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation. He tossed me some spray poppers and a cloth. “Here, you might want to try these. I’ll do you a solid and wait until you’re flying.” “I want you to know something,” I said as I uncapped the spray can. “I’m not going to be like that businessman. I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to beg for you not to cum in me. I’m not as innocent as I seem and I don’t need your mercy. I’m tough. And I’m a greedy fucking bottom who lusts for big cock. I need this. I need YOU. I think I’ve needed you my whole life. And my body is yours to destroy as you see fit.” I hit the spray poppers and soon my head fuzzed and everything got warm and tingly. I felt a sharp pinch as he entered me, and then discomfort as his girth slowly slid inside. I figured Kurt was just going to fucking pound me until I passed out, but no. He slow fucked me. He worked his enormous tool back and forth inside me, stopping when it started nudging my second ring and then sliding languorously back out. A couple times he pulled all the way out with a sharp plop (which I admit stung a bit) before pushing slowly back inside. I’m not gonna lie, what he was doing was feeling fucking incredible. So much cock was in me and I felt so stretched! But there was also the added sensation of the metal dragging in my guts. And then there was his gaze. I could almost taste his lust. “I thought you were going to fuck me,” I growled. “Patience, young padawan,” he said. “I’m just tilling the soil for my seed. There’s a method to my madness, you’ll see. I can’t just ram you with this particular PA in. It’s kind of uncomfortable for me and the cones tend to come loose. One time I lost the whole thing inside a dude’s shitter- now that was interesting breeding session. Also, I’ve been cautioned by the piercer that with my size, this type could get caught deep in your colon and hook us together in a rather compromising position. And that wouldn’t be very much fun now, would it?” I shook my head. “Plus we can’t risk damaging that beautiful baby-maker you got,” I agreed. “You like it?” he says cockily as he flexed it inside me causing me to gasp. “It’s the biggest dick I’ve ever taken and its going to ruin me forever for all other cock,” I told him quite sincerely. “Oh, its’ going to ruin you all right.” He grinned wickedly. He popped out again, and started removing the PA. “You should be good and scraped up now. Plenty of places for my seed to latch,” he said matter of factly. “And now the real fucking begins.” He relubed and I hit the spray poppers again, just in time to get fuzzy before his onslaught. I know everyone is now expecting a merciless rape of the sabine women scene, but it wasn’t like that. He was definitely all about taking his pleasure, but not at the expense of mine. He re-entered me fairly slowly and when his dick came to my second ring, he patiently worked me open until he could get all the way inside. Then he short stroked himself deep in there in order to make sure I was good and open for his dick before he started giving it all to me with force. And for me? Nobody had ever fucked me this deep before. And definitely nobody that I was so in tune with. I literally don’t remember some of the fuck once he got going, because I was riding wave after blissful wave. I was having anal/full body orgasms left and right from the way his cock was hitting inside me. I’m pretty sure I was making loud, guttural noises and probably scaring his neighbors. I honestly don’t know how long he had been fucking me before I regained my voice. 20 minutes? 2 hours? It was all a blur. But he was buried in me and grinding when I decided to ask for more. “Kurt? Will you put in the big PA for me? The 0 gauge that you had in the night we met? I’ve never been fucked by one and I need to feel it.” “You sure? Because it will probably bruise your sigmoid colon a bit,” he said with a touch of concern. “Yeah, I’m sure. I wanna be able to feel you inside me for days after this fuck.” He pulled out slowly and went to his dresser. This was a captive bead PA and he had bought the special tool for popping the ball in and out. With an audible snap, I knew it was in and that I’d soon be feeling it. “This is more than I could have hoped for,” he said during the lull in our fucking. “You’re taking me like a champ, and I’ve already been leaking tons of precum into your cunt. This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had and you’re helping me edge up one massive load. You’re so getting infected. I don’t care if you are on Prep—it’s not going to be able to save you after this.” “Promises, Promises,” I joked. “Now, play with my nipples as you enter me and get ready to see stars.” It took a bit to get the 0 gauge in me, but in me it went. All the way in me. And yeah, I felt it. The heavy weight of it moving inside me as he thrust into me. The pleasure pain as he drove that ring and ball repeatedly into my second ring. He did work my nipples as he fucked me now, and my hole went crazy on his dick. This set up a steady litany of accolades from him, where extolling my virtues as a professional bottom cock pig. I could tell we were nearing the finale at this point, and truthfully I wasn’t exactly sure how much more my guts could take. Poppers were failing to dull the pain he was punching into me now. “Look at me Kurt,” I commanded. And our eyes locked one last time. “I… I’m pretty sure I love you,” I stammered while staring intently at him. “It was love at first sight. From that first moment our eyes met in the bathroom, I knew. I just… knew.” Kurt was fucking me hard now. “It was inevitable. We were always going to end up here, right here. With you trying to knock me up. Because this connection of ours would not be denied.” His hands were fiercely gripping my hips and he was literally throwing my ass onto his dick. His groin slamming into me with abandon with smacks echoing off the concrete walls in his condo. “You know how much I love you, Kurt?” I grunted out between thrusts. “No. Tell me,” he ground out. “You know how I told you I was on PrEP?” I said, through gritted teeth. “I lied.” He came in me then. With a guttural moan that was somewhere between triumph and anguish, he came. Deeply. And hard. He was planted all the way up inside me when he launched volley after volley after volley of his charged semen into me. And I felt it. Not just the throbbing of his cock up inside me where no man had ever been, but I felt his cum. I felt the shots hit inside. The wet heat. All of it. And somewhere during his orgasm I had my own. My own prodigious load shot everywhere. I felt it hit my face, but it painted me from chin to navel. When he finally stopped cumming (like 2 minutes later, his cock still up in my second ring), he looked down at me with something that looked like sadness in his face. “Is it true?” He asked. “Is it true that I love you?” I said, playing dumb. “Absolutely. I’ve been head over heels for you for months. Since I first saw you.” “No, I mean… the PrEP thing. Is it… true?” I looked at him and shrugged. “Yeah, it’s true. I’m not on it. Never was.” Kurt started breathing rapidly and he started to shake a bit. “Oh god. You LIED to me! No no no! Fuck! This is going to be Bo all over again! I can’t handle that. Fuck, what have I done? Oh god, I never should have…” “Hey!” I snapped, and Kurt stopped. “You didn’t do this. I did. I chose. I decided that I wanted you to own me forever, so I let this happen. No. I MADE this happen. And if I had changed my mind, I would have stopped it. It *is* possible to stop Mr. Ferris Buehler, you know.” This elicited a small smile from him. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I won’t do it again. Ever. I promise.” I looked deeply at him so he could see my earnestness. “Ever. And although I look like him, I’m not him. You gotta trust me on this.” He nodded. I was still on my back in the sling and he was still in me at this point, and my load was starting to run everywhere. So, I scooped up what I could from by chest and belly and held it out to him. “If your fertileness is to be believed, this is my last neg load. Take it,” I said. “It’s always the Clark Kent types,” he said with a snort. And without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head to my hand and lapped up my cum. Then he held my hand while he slowly sucked each of my fingers clean. “How’s it taste, big guy?” The corners of his mouth twitched a bit before answering. “Positively delicious.” “OH MY GOD YOU DID NOT!” I guffawed. “What?” he shrugged. “If you can quote cheesy movie lines to me, then I’m gonna make puns so bad they’ll give you AIDS.” And then he smiled at me. And it was blinding. * * After our breeding session, he carefully removed my feet from the stirrups and I wrapped my legs around him tightly. Determined to keep him planted inside me forever. He lifted me out of the sling (with my help) and we maneuvered to his bed. With much shuffling and grunting, we managed to scooch all the way up, until I had a pillow under my head, and he was laying with most of his weight on top of me. We kissed slowly and deeply like this for a long time. As we were resting (he was STILL in me, although my hips were starting to cramp at this point), I started thinking about a positional change. “Hey, when do I get to fuck you?” I asked. “I don’t get fucked, I fuck.” He stated. “Although if I were to get fucked, it would be you. You seem to know what you’re doing.” “And you seemed to enjoy watching me fuck those guys,” I said. “I enjoyed MAKING you fuck those guys. There’s a difference. Although I’m sure they liked it. A hot fucker like you dicking them down? Plus you got a pretty good dick on ya for a little guy. Not as good as mine but….” I smacked him and he playfully said “ow”. He chuckled while I made my hole dance on his dick a few times. I grabbed his face and looked at him. “You know, I think I’ve always been a pig. Or more accurately a pig-in-waiting. I was just so focused on being the good boy that everyone wanted me to be. Always so tentative. Afraid to cut loose. I guess I was in some pretty deep denial. Until you. Then it was all ‘Suuuuper Piiiiig’. I guess that makes you my phone booth.” “What’s a ‘phone booth’?” he asked in mock seriousness. It was right after this that I was brought up short by a sudden and paralyzing thought. Once again, my insecurities were rearing their ugly head, and my mind started running unchecked down dark alleys. “Kurt… if you do manage to seroconvert me, is that it then? Party’s over? You move on to another hole and we just become buddies that wave to each other at the clinic or…” my voice trailed off, suddenly fearful. He looked at me like I was an idiot and shook his head. “God I love pozzing up stupid guys! Mwa-ha-ha-ha!” a said with a fakey, evil laugh. Then his face got serious. “Weren’t you listening, silly? I said I wanted to poz you so that I would own you forever. Forever doesn’t mean for the two weeks of daily breeding until you get the fuck flu.” This time it was my turn to nod that I understood. “Daily breeding, you say?” I said, slowly cocking an eyebrow. “With an ass like yours? At least,” he growled as he snuggled into my neck. “Oh! I just had another thought,” I said cheerfully. “Oh god. Is *this* how it’s going to be with you? You ‘thinking’ all the time, asking dumb questions and interrupting snuggies?” he smirked. “Oh, I think you’ll like this one. So, once I pop poz and before I go on meds, how would you like to watch me knock up some guys? I’m thinking maybe like a nice, dumb 18 year old high school jock. Get him good and pregnant before his college career?” “Am I answering your question?” he asked, as his cock rapidly started swelling in my soon to be destroyed (again) ass. And then we kissed. And five very positive years later, we’re still kissing.

He sat waiting in the auditorium. It was his fifth audition in a month. He needed work and he kept getting rejected. Jason was 30 years old. 'Old' in the world of stage performance. He was 5 foot 9, 130 pounds, grey eyes, with dark brown hair, ripped and shredded. The guy on stage was messing up his lines. Yet he had that twinky look, a smile that could melt any man or woman. When the guy finished his audition it was Jason's turn. Afterwards he was walking out to his car. The young twink was on his phone texting and walking. He walked into Jason and knocked him over. 'Hey, watch out where your going grandpa!' Jason couldn't believe this guy. He was the one not looking where he was going. 'Are you okay? What a little cunt.' The director was helping Jason up. He had the most intense hazel eyes. He easily lifted Jason from the ground. He was 5foot7, well built, with big biceps, salt-and-pepper hair, probably in his late forties. His jeans was tight. Jason could see the outline of his cock. It looked thick. 'Jea what a tool. Thanks' Jason felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Shit! He wss going to be late! It was his friend Ted's birthday and he was going to meet some of their friends at a local gay bar. 'I have to go, have a birthday party to go to. See you around.' The man said goodbye and Jason walked to his bike. Jason got to the bar. They were drinking shots and having a good time. A group of guys came in. It was the director and some of his buddies. Their eyes met. It seemed like an eternity that they were staring at each other. Jason only looked away when one of his friends told a particularly funny joke and everyone laughed. He went back to his conversation with his friends. A waiter arrived at their table and delivered a drink to Jason. The waiter said the drink was from a guy at the bar and pointed to the director. Jason went over. He had to thank him. 'Hi, I didn't expect to see you here. Thanks for the drink. I'm Jason'. 'Its a pleasure. I'm Greg. I know you're name. Both of us were at the audition today and I can't forget your performance' Jason felt flattered but he didn't want to get his hopes up. 'So how is the party? Enjoying yourself?'. ' It's okay. And you? Are you also here with friends?'. 'We were actually going to go to a house party. We were just here for pre drinks. But when I saw you I knew I had to buy you a drink. Would you like to come over to my place for a drink?' The way he was smiling and his eyes lured Jason in. 'Sure, let's go'. He smiled back. Greg got an uber. Jason climbed in. He was a bit nervous. He didn't usually hook up randomly. In the past he was in 2 monogamous relationships. The drive was silent and it wasn't long until the uber came round a bend. It was a seafront villa in Sea Point. It was massive. Greg climbed out first and opened the door for Jason. He walked Jason in. They went to the spacious living room. There were lots of paintings against the wall. A projector and screen. The room was filled with antique furniture. In the middle of the room in front of the chaise lounge was a table with a whiskey decanter and an artisanal box that was probably filled with cigars. Jason and Greg had a few drinks and talked about the industry, their backgrounds and interests. During their conversation Greg's phone rang. He excused himself. Jason was feeling mellow from the alcohol but also curious. He walked around the room and looked at the art. He was curious about the artisinal box. He had never had cuban cigars and wanted to confirm if the box contained them. Maybe he could slip cigars into the conversation and try them. 'See you've found my parTy stash' Jason was holding a funny looking pipe with a bulb in his hand. Greg was standing in the doorway. Jason felt guilty for opening the box. 'Im sorry. I thought there were cigars in the box'. 'Not cigars but you can also smoke it. Have you ever smoked weed?' 'Yes, in college. Can you smoke weed in this?' Greg chuckled. 'No, its used to smoke Tina. Have u ever smoked Tina? Jason shook his head. He was still shook from being caught out.' Want to try? Wait, I'll show you how its done' Greg took a small bag filled with crystals out of the box. He filled the pipe with a few shards. He put a lighter under the bulb. Lit it, swiveling the pipe around. He slowly drew in smoke that was starting to fill the bulb. He held his breath for a few seconds and blew out a big cloud. Jason was mesmerized. Before he knew it Greg was holding the pipe out to him. 'Your turn. I'll hold the lighter' Jason put the end of the pipe to his lips. Greg lit the flame. Jason saw the T in the pipe melt. He slowly drew in smoke like Greg did. 'Hold it' He held the smoke in for a bit and later blew out a big cloud. 'Not bad. I'm impressed. But I think you can do better. Let me show you again'. Greg took the pipe inhaling the smoke a bit longer, releasing a thick cloud. He gave the pipe back to Jason. Jason had a competitive streak and even though he hadn't done this before, he wanted to hold his own around Greg. Greg smiled even more. It was going to be even easier than he thought it would be to corrupt this fine piece of ass. He could see that Jason was getting spun. His next shot of T he shotgunned with Jason. Jason liked this. He was itching to kiss this handsome daddy. They locked lips for a few minutes. Both of their hands searching each others bodies. Greg put the pipe back in the box and went back to kissing Jason. Both men were hot from all the rubbing against each other. They removed their shirts. Greg had a hairy chest with nipple piercings. Jason liked the way they looked. Greg was admiring Jason's six pack abs and developed pecs. He pressed Jason against the lounge chair. Jason could feel Greg's hard cock against his groin. It must be even longer and thicker from the dick print he had seen. His own cock felt limp. Which was strange. Yet Jason felt extremely horny. His body felt like it was tingling. Each touch felt intense.

** While this story may sound realistic, I assure the reader that it is fiction. ** As regular readers know, I am a total slut who loves to get a room in a seedy motel and take anonymous loads from strangers. Of course, COVID put a major crimp in that fetish, but I've been able to resume somewhat, having had four encounters since the beginning of May. This is the story of my most recent. To help release some of the pent-up slut energy I've been nursing since March 2020, I decided that rather than just an afternoon, like I normally do, I would take an entire day off and spend it taking random loads. On the appointed day, I headed out of the house but instead of driving to the office, I drove to a cheap motel on the outskirts of town, near the highway. I always find that a motel with easy access from a highway exit helps increase my success. I arrived at the motel a little after 7:30 am, and while the desk clerk gave me an odd look when I asked for a room, he was happy to take my money. Key card secured, I headed for the room. I have used this motel a few times before. While it's convenient to the highway, one of the drawbacks is that it's a chain motel and therefore is 'family oriented' - short for there's no porn on the TV. Porn and poppers are a fun way to spend the time in between visitors. Still, I like it because it's relatively clean, and more importantly, the room doors all open to the outside so no one has to walk through a lobby. For a few days before I had been posting on sites like Doublelist and BBRT announcing that I would be available, so I had a ready group of guys to whom I could send the room number while I prepped. I went into the bathroom and douched. I had not eaten at all the previous day so I would stay nice and clean. Properly prepared, I taped the door latch in the open position, switched off the main light so only a faint glow came from the bathroom, and got on the bed. Laying on my stomach, I perused the apps. I updated Grindr and Sniffies to indicate that I was available, and checked my burner email account. As I had hoped, the pings began, and in short order I had sent the room number to even more men. I figured it was only a matter of time before the first guy walked in, so I grabbed my blindfold and positioned it over my forehead, ready to be pulled down at a moment's notice. I was glad I had - in less than a minute the door opened and in came the first of what I hoped would be many today! I pulled down the blindfold and got up on all fours with my ass pointed at the foot of the bed, but he pushed me back onto my stomach. I hit my brown bottle as I heard him undress, then the click of the lube bottle cap. In no time he was on top of me, his hard cock sliding into me like a heat-seeking missile. I could smell his aftershave and was sure this was someone dumping his load on his way to work. As I felt his cock spasm in my hole, the door opened and someone else walked in. The first guy quickly departed as I felt a set of hands caressing my ass - then another. Two tops! One positioned himself on the bed, directing my mouth to his cock. It was thick but not long, so while at first I had trouble wrapping my mouth around it, I was unable to deep throat him. Still, he tasted clean with just a slight hint of salt. While this was going on, the other pulled me up onto my hands and knees and explored my freshly creamed hole first with his fingers, then his tongue. It was at this point that the door opened again and I heard a voice. "Sorry we're late," he said. "Traffic." "Shhhhhh," the guy working my hole responded. From that point, no one said a word. 'We're late,' the newcomer had said. How many had come in? It took at least two to make 'we'. Could it have been more? It was still early in the day, and already I was on my way to breaking my previous record - a paltry nine loads in four hours. Soon the tongue and fingers were replaced by a cock. He slid into me easily but filled me completely. My walls stretched around him as he began pumping in and out. Soon I heard him gasp as his cock danced in my hole, giving me my second load of the day. The guy in my mouth hopped off the bed and took his place. No one replaced him in my mouth. In less than a minute he grabbed my hips and held still as he pumped load number three into my guts. Spent, he slid out and brought his now-flaccid cock around to my mouth. I greedily sucked the cum and ass juices off. It tasted amazing, sweet and creamy. More pressure on my hole told me one of the new arrivals was about to take his turn. He felt huge as my hole opened up to let him in, but he slid in effortlessly. He began taking long, slow strokes as someone else climbed onto the bed to feed me his cock. Then I felt the bed move again as someone got on it from the other side. There were at least three! In no time, I was alternately sucking the two cocks offered to me while the third continued to slide in and out of my hole. I was in heaven! The brown bottle made regular trips to my nose as I serviced these three men. At last the first one quickened his pace, and I felt him release a gush of cum deep inside me. The other two got off the bed and to my surprise, began alternately slamming their cocks into my well used hole! They took turns, each one slamming home before withdrawing to give the other access. They were both as well-hung as the previous guy, and they were hitting my prostate in such a way that I wasn't sure how long I could take the assault. The precum streamed from my cock as they massaged my prostate over and over. Just when I thought I might have to tap out, one grabbed my hips and power-fucked his load into me. He withdrew and fed me his cock so I could taste the cum on it. I savored it as the third took his place behind me and rammed home. In a few short strokes, he was giving me his load. Like his friend, he too fed me his cock to clean off. I had no idea what time it was, but I had no doubt that an hour had not yet elapsed and here I was with six loads in me already! I felt a little woozy from all the pounding (and the poppers), and shifted forward so I could again lay on my stomach as the three guys went out the door. I needed a short rest and to check my phone before the next guy showed up. "Not so fast," another voice said. Wait, had a fourth top arrived with the other three, or had someone else come in while they were fucking me? I had no idea and anyway, it didn't matter. I was there to service all comers. I resumed my position on my hands and knees, waiting to take yet another cock on my way to breaking my record. "You're gonna feel this," he whispered, and I again felt pressure on my hole. I heard the click of the lube cap and the cool drizzle of the liquid as it oozed down my crack and onto the head of his cock. He was MASSIVE. I had never had a cock this big inside me before, I could tell. I reached back to feel him and felt as though I was grabbing someone's forearm. Was he going to fist me? But no, I felt both his hands on my hips as this gigantic cock penetrated me, stretching my hole and rectum to dimensions they had never been stretched before. It hurt with a burning, searing pain but I was determined to take that cock. I took mighty huffs from my brown bottle, gritted my teeth, and thrust back to meet him. I felt a burning pain as my poor asshole struggled to accommodate such a huge piece of man meat. I kept hitting the brown bottle to loosen myself up. Thankfully he was gentle, easing out and then slowly sliding back in as I got accustomed to his size. Gradually I did loosen up, and he began to go faster. My mind's eye pictured the gape I would have when this stranger was done with me as his pace picked up more and he plowed me relentlessly. At last he let out a low, animal moan as he unleashed his cum deeper than any man before. He pushed me forward and I lay on my stomach on the bed, his giant cock still embedded in my ass. He lay on top of me with his mouth close to my ear. "The last six guys who fucked you," he said, "were all poz. None of us is on meds. Hope you enjoyed it." I froze. My vision went blurry and I was unable to hear anything. I rarely if ever ask a guy's status before he fucks me bareback. I accept the risk that some of the guys who fuck me might be poz, but I had never envisioned this kind of scenario. Six well-hung poz tops using me in quick succession. If the first five hadn't torn me open, the last sure as hell had. Surely it had to take. I was knocked up. By the time I regained my senses, the last guy was out the door and I heard a car - presumably theirs - driving away. I lay there on the bed trying to digest what had happened, and what the implications might be. After a few minutes the door opened, and another top guy walked in. As though on autopilot, I got back up on my hands and knees as he undressed. I felt a finger slide inside me, then two. "Wow," he whispered. "That's some gape." Then his fingers were in my mouth, feeding me the cum out of my ass - the mostly poz cum. Six out of seven guys, that's what, about 85 percent? But I surprised myself. I sucked greedily on his fingers, cleaning off every bit of that cum as he climbed on the bed. His already-hard cock slid into me. He steadied himself with his hands on my shoulders, and proceeded to pump my eighth load of the day into my destroyed hole. He dressed and left without another word. Now that I was past the initial shock, I found myself craving more cocks and more cum inside me. The rest of the day was just that. Men came and went, adding their loads to the poz ones brewing inside me. I didn't know anyone else's status, and I didn't care. I felt free. And of course, no one asked me my status, or if I had a toxic brew inside me before sticking their raw cock in my hole. It was my little secret. By the time I finally got dressed around 5:00 pm, it had been nine hours and I had been fucked by 23 men, a new personal best. I went home, plugged my hole, then showered and took a well-deserved nap.

Chapter 19 Walter just kept yelling to stop that he wasnt a fag. I could easily see he wasn't either. His cock just laid there limp, his face had no sign of joy - he was in pure misery. For some reason the thought of his suffering turned me on so much I started pounding his un-lubed hole even harder. "Alright Walter I'm about to paint that torn up hole of yours with my toxic seed." "No please stop. Just let me out and I wont say anything to anyone. Just let me go." "Too late for that here is cums...." I shot volley after volley into his torn up bleeding hole. After i made sure every drop was out of cock I just started laughing.... "alright guys he's all urs." He continued to resist and say no. I was getting over hearing this and knew I needed to setup the ante. Duke come here and rub ur cock across his lips. I snapped some pics using his phone. Ok now kiss him and let me get some more pics. Walter tried pulling away but he couldn't do much and I got some more pics. "Ok now start cooperating or I will start by sending these too your parents." It literally had no impact and he went on about how he wasn't a faggot and anybody who saw these would know I was being forced. Grrr he wasn't going to be so easy to break after all. Even though he was on his 5th load in his str8 boy hole. I called for some reinforcements. About 30 minutes later in walked Austin with his new rent a family. "Hey guys. This one is a true str8 dude and I can't seem to break him." "Looks like he might be broken already judging by that cum dripping from his ass." "Fuck you guys. I am not fag. Get the fuck away from me. Let me go." "Oh shit. Fiesty little one isn't he. What do you have in mind?" "Well he's not much use to me if he's going to act like this so whatever it takes to break him." They all looked at each other and giggled. They immediately shot him up. They took turns on his ass. He stopped putting up any fight. He just laid there - you could tell he was alive but not present. It was crazy. Then had Felix get to work on him too. By the time they were done he had nipple rings, a PA, both of his ears pierced, and they were working on a scorpion tat by his treasure trail. "What you have here is not a bottom whore but rather a top. He will need a couple more visits from us to get him fully in his place. But since its convenient look at what we taught Austin here." He motioned and Austin immediately mounted Walter and didnt stop until he added his load to the mix. "Now he can have a dual purpose to really have full circle potential." They then left and I stayed there watching more guys use Walter... What was I to do next?

I went back a few Sundays later and was surprised to find a skinny blonde twink jerking his rock solid cock at the urinals. I went to the one next to him and started to stroke. “hey mr” he said. I asked if he knew what he was doing as poz guys came here. He said he’d guessed as much but pointed to his cock and said “the snake needs it, I’m a cumslut and I love the risk – got any lube”. I said I didn’t. “Good, gives me an excuse”. With that he went to the bin, fished out a used condom and emptied it into hole, then took another and spread it on his checks. At that I said “wow, u do wanna get pozzed”. At that moment my bear walked in and chuckled saying “who wants to get pozzed cause I’m yer man”. The twink took off his tee-shirt revealing perfect abs and rushed to the bear and hugged him saying “me daddy, poz me, please knock me up, I beg you”. The bear took him into a cubical, bent him over, told him to sniff some poppers and then slipped his huge meaty cock in. The bear said “this is gonna be the load – sure you want it lad”. He said “I need cum!”. The bear growled and said “this load will make you a man – you ready for it – tell me what you need”. “I’m gagging for cum, I want your poz cum, I need your man juice, give me your babies”. The bears growls got louder and his thrusts got harder and he grunted “yes boy, take me in you, “ The twink shot hands free and moaned “daddy I can feel you filling me – thank you sir”. The bear kissed and the twink kissed passionately then the bear invited the lad back to his place. The bear placed the lads teeshirt in the twinks mouth for him to carry like a dog and they headed off leaving me gagging for it…!

I was back in the bookstore today. In theory I was supposed to meet a guy for some nipple torture but he didn't show so I was left to my own devices. When I go to the bookstore I tend to spend most of my time in the dark room. Today I started in the room next to the dark room and took off my clothes then walked into the dark room with just my tennis shoes and socks. It was fairly crowded in there; I felt hands squeezing my ass and tits, grabbing my dick, squeezing my balls and a couple of horny fuckers who slid a finger straight into my fuck hole. My eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark so this went on for a while until some anonymous fucker bent me over and started stabbing me with his cock. Not a big dick but clearly horny. Tons of precum sliding all over my ass cheeks while he was looking for my hole and then self-lubing till he blew a nice load in about 5 or 6 strokes. He pulled out right away and off he went. I hit my poppers and could make out a few shapes in the dark. Most of the crowd was lumped around the first couch on the right. (I couldn't really see it in the dark but I know the room and from the sounds of sucking and moaning I started to pick out a path around the left side to another couch in the back of the room. I felt a strong arm around my waist and I was propelled past the other guys in the middle to the couch in the back. His hand slid from my waist to my ass cheek and he started to squeeze them while saying "Oh yeah is- you got nice meat." He slid a finger into my ass crack and poked straight up my pussy. I moaned a little and hit my poppers while he explored. He pinched my nipples and slid a hand under my ass to squeeze my balls for a bit then eased me over onto the couch. I slid both knees onto the cushions and shoved my ass toward him while I dropped my head. I felt a nice long 8 plus inch cock slapping the top of my ass then I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and the wheeze of a lube squirt. His cock slid straight into my eager ass. I think he was waiting for me to whine or twist but I pushed back hard against his cock and felt his balls slap against my ass. "Fuck yeah," he whispered. "Take it, bitch." He started thrusting balls deep and faster and it hurt at first but I never let on. Just moaned because I knew I would be used to it in a minute or two. He slammed into me for a few minutes then stopped. I thought he had come then I heard his voice growl in my ear. "Nice meat. You like that, bitch?" "Yes" I whispered. "Give me your load." "You on Prep?" "No," I said. He laughed a little and pulled out. A few seconds later I felt his raw dick thrusting deep into my bare ass. He was going to give me the load. He started going faster and I felt his hands rub up my legs then down to my socks. After the third time he pulled off my right shoe and sock and grabbed my bare foot. Then he took off the left one. I felt him squeezing my feet before he lifted them up and shoved his cock even harder. My legs went up in the air until it was like he had turned me into a wheelbarrow. My head was shoved down into the cushions of the couch and my ass was up in the air getting plowed by his huge cock. My legs were his handles and he stroked me until I felt his cock start to twitch. He shot a load deep into my guts then collapsed on top of me. I could still feel his cock twitching and cum started to run out of my ass onto my shaved balls. In a minute or so, he dropped my feet onto the cushion and pulled out. There was a crowd around us and several guys had their flashlights on his cock, which was still mostly hard and the jizz dribbling out of my ass when he pulled out. In a second he was gone. The lights went off before I could find my socks but I did manage to locate both shoes. A friendly fellow bottom who had watched the whole thing ate the cum out of my ass while pinching my nips. My first time as a wheelbarrow and I can honestly say I carried a nice load.

Just Time for a Quickie After wandering around for way too long, I was about ready to leave. I still had to get home, grab some money and hit the dispensary for a fill up. As I was heading down the hallway to the stairs, I saw RJ at the far end, coming down from the third floor. I slapped his ass as we met before nudging him into the second floor showers. One side was an open shower area with shower heads along the wall and two columns in the middle that had four shower heads each. The other side had a few urinals and a couple stalls along with several sinks. "Lookin to cool off?" RJ said with a grin. "Nah, I gotta make this quick and I know how you like to show off" I replied, guiding him to one of the columns. The whole shower area was made for fucking with waist high grab rails for a greedy bottom to hang on to. That's exactly what RJ did before spreading his legs and pushing his ass back and wiggling it. I gave each side of his butt a hard slap before kneeling down and spreading his cheeks apart. With one hand stroking my cock back to full hardness, the other kept the crack open for my face. My tongue forced some spit into his hole but this was going to be a fast rimjob. Only a couple minutes of tongue fucking lapsed before my dick was aching to get back into a warm neg hole. It didn't matter that I knew that my viral cum was going to be wasted on his prep'd body, he was just that good of a no-strings-attached fuck buddy. Licking up his back, I stood up and dragged my stiff cock between the crevice. Looking around, it seemed that we were attracting a small crowd. Most stood back against the walls, but a couple were on either side, about 10 feet away. That was as close as I liked guys to get unless they were part of the fucking. The guy to the left was a bearded guy, about 40, with a belly that would alternate between closed eyes and watching us intently. He slowly stroked his smallish cock while pinching his nips with his free hand. The guy to the right was an early 20's skinny, nerdy guy with a mop of dark red hair that hung over his eyes. There was a patch of hair between his pecs and a trail from his navel down to his thick bush and a nicely sized thin cock. His legs were covered in more dark red hair and I guessed his ass was too. His gaze never left us and he kept muttering "fuck" over and over. RJ gasped and then growled as I drove my cock into his hole. It seemed pretty dry and I doubt there was any lube in there other than the little bit of spit I'd given him moments earlier. On the second shove, I bottomed out, with my balls slapping into his. It garnered a drawn out, louder "fuck!" from the nerdy guy. Grabbing each side of RJ's hips, my hips started to roll. From there, I just kept building up speed and length of my stroke until I was pounding into his hungry ass. RJ's growls turned to moans and I moved my hands to his shoulders to get better leverage. He gave a quick squeeze to my cock with his ass and that got my balls' attention. I slammed in and let out a grunt before pulling back and slamming in again. Three more times and my cock was spewing hot cum into RJ's guts. Spurt after spurt made his hole nice and sloppy as only a good breeding can do. Between the visuals and my growling as I came, several of the onlookers followed suit, shooting their loads on to the floor. I watched the nerdy guy give one more stroke as he shot on to the floor too. "That shouldn't be wasted. There's lots of needy guys that would love to swallow or get bred with that" I said to him with a smirk. The embarrassment of getting caught showed in his face and all he could mutter was "Sorry... sir." I looked back left and the older guy was gone and most of the rest of the guys either left or showered the cum off. I pulled RJ up vertical so his back was against my chest and whispered "Thanks, I needed that." My cock slipped from his ass as I flipped the shower on and the pair of us rinsed off. "Thank YOU" RJ said as he walked over to the towel rack and dried off. He slipped out the door while I finished drying off and I chuckled to myself "he likes to keep it casual, just like me." I went down to the locker room to get changed and noticed I had a few messages on my phone. Two were from RJ - "At baths" and "where r u?" A couple were from guys on a cruising app I had left open with "hot prof", "lookin?" and "woof" but the last one was more interesting. It was from the nerdy guy and he had found my profile. "Was fuckin hot watchin u bred that guy" was his first message and the second one had his phone number. I got a screen shot and headed back home, hoping I could make it to the dispensary in time to score some weed.

I cannot remember a time when I didn't stroke my cock regularly...I think I must have been born with my erection in my fist. During summer vacation following 5th grade, I convinced most of my little friends to get naked and do it with me in the woods. We had a little club and met to stroke and suck each other frequently. None of them could make their little hairless dicks spurt either. I always stroked my dick at night, on my way to sleep, and at age 11, my older brother who recently moved back in with us (long story) lie in the lower bunk and would scream to Mom about me shaking the bed. Looking back, I'm sure she was amused by it, but she'd simply tell me to stop shaking the bed. By that age, I was having dry orgasms, even though I had no idea that's what was happening. I just knew I couldn't quit till I got that feeling. I learned to stroke real slowly, so as not to shake the bed. It took a long time, but I'd eventually get there. Nothing like learning about edging at a young age! Just before 6th grade started, while jerking with my little friends in the woods, that feeling grabbed me. I screamed out, "It's happening!" and pushed myself to continue. The feeling was so intense that I usually had to quit for fear of actually seriously hurting myself, but being watched closely by my friends, I was compelled to keep up the show. My mouth was open wide, my face contorted, my knees bent and legs shaking while my abs tightened so much it looked like there was a two-inch pipe just below the skin connecting my chest to pubis. I stroked my four-inch erection hard and fast, and was rewarded with a couple of crystal clear spurts. It was so smooth and slippery between my fingers and over the head of my cock. My little friends were impressed and determined to make their own juice after that. By the end of following summer, most of them were also successful. Our newly discovered game was to squirt on each other's cocks and use it for lube. Fun days.

Married for over 30 years and been in the closet before that. I suck cock and take it up the ass. My wife, friends and family has no clue. I love the thrill of the double life. I’m actually somewhat of a ladies man. If only they knew how many men I’ve been with over the years.

This afternoon I spent 5 hours at Midtowne Spa LA. Crowd was a bit light, I think people are starting to worry about the Delta surge. They require proof of vaccination to get in and masks in the public areas, so I decided to give it a shot. After 4 and a half hours, I had been fucked by 4 guys, 3 loads and probably sucked off a dozen guys at various glory holes. Not a record by any measure, but a couple of the anon cocks I took ass up were decent fucks. Still, a bit disappointed. Got dressed in my shorts and T'shirt and as is my usual want to do, did one more circuit of the various dark rooms before leaving. In the basement, I saw a young kid, cute, nice cock, curly hair, college baby bear who looked familiar. I went up to him and dropped my mask and started making out and feeling him up. From behind, in a dark cubicle with no door, I felt a hand softly stroking my ass and playing with my hole through my shorts. I turned, thinking I'd ask him to back off when I reached down and felt one of the largest, thickest black cocks I've ever experienced. Incredibly thick. And the guy was an in shape dad with beautiful nipples and a rugged handsome face, at least what I could see with his mask on. I quickly abandoned college boy and focused on my new best friend. After mutual nipple play, I turned, pulled my shorts down, reached into my bag and lubed up and presented my hole. He gently but firmly slid in. Its a bit trite to say I saw stars for a minute, but he really took me to that place of pain and pleasure. He pulled out for more lube and the second time it was better and got even better as he began to piston me. He fucked me a good 10 minutes, me just standing there like a cheap whore bent over with hands on knees and shorts puddling on the floor. For those of you who know Midtowne, there is now a big mattress downstairs where the porn viewing used to be. After fucking me standing up, my top motioned for us to go to the mattress, which was just a couple feet away from where he had been pumping me. I took off my shorts and underwear completely and got on the bed as up all fours. He fucked me relentlessly, but by now it was full pleasure. Every once in a while he would pull out and finger my hole, which was quickly beginning to gap and turn out like a pussy. Then he would ram back in. He started to methodically slap my ass as he repeatedly penetrated my sloppy gaping hole. The slapping began to draw a crowd from the glory hole booths downstairs and pretty soon there were two other guys, ass up, next to me, just begging my top to give them a taste. Plus at least 10 other guys just watching. My top started to alternate holes between me and the other two, but always coming back to me for the longest. I started to wonder about what was inside those other two cunts that was now being stuffed up inside my hole, but decided whatever it was, it was worth what was turning out to be one of the hottest breedings of my life. The other two bottoms never really got used to his girth and were whining the whole time he was pumping them. Finally, he refocused on my hole alone and started the inevitable long dicking that I knew would result in being seeded. And so I was. Truly, my hole was so gaped that I had no control when he pulled out and a stream of cum just leaked out of my hole onto the mattress. I stood up, kissed him, had him put his number in my phone and we are now making plans to meet again next week. He told me its rare that someone can handle his cock, let alone so long as I did. And to think I was dressed, on my way home and almost missed him.

David Parker Ray peaked my interest when i learned about him. pretty sure what he did hits home with a lot of what people on here crave.

You know what Jeffrey Dahmer did after he dumped his BF? Wiped.

Written along with @swimslut. Both of us will be adding to the story. Chapter 1 - Setup My name is Ryan. I am 21 years old and just finished my second year of college. Now I’m back home for the summer, with my parents and 18 y/o brother Braden. Little bro is cute, with bright blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. We never explored sex together until.... Living in the city during college exposed me to A LOT of new things. I the freedom to hook up with anyone at any time, and had access to all kinds of porn (unrestricted by my parents’ content filter). One of favorite fuckbuds is a 27 y/o short-haul trucker named Marc. He works out of the city where my college is located, and his job brings him to my hometown about twice per month. About a week after I moved back home, Marc told me he was in my area. I invited him over. Braden’s swim practice was scheduled until late and my parents were going to a reception after work. It was a perfect opportunity for a sleazy hookup. I had downloaded LOTS of videos while I was at school, free from my parents’ restrictions. So I stripped naked, put on a sketchy gangbang video, and started stroking my 7-inch dick. I was so focused on the video that I didn’t hear the front door open. Apparently, Braden’s swim practice was interrupted by a power outage and they sent everybody home. I didn’t hear him walk upstairs or watch me jerking off through the open door. I had no idea he was there, until he threw his t-shirt on my bed. The sudden motion startles me out of the corner of my eye. I spun around to see him dropping his pants, leaving only his speedo from swim practice. His entire body is smooth, as is typical for swimmers. A bulge seems to get larger and larger each second. Me – HOLY FUCK bro. How long were you standing there? Braden – Long enough. Me – I was just.... Um….. Braden – Just um what? Me – Dude, you gotta go..... I have a friend coming over, and, uh...... You gotta go. Just Go. Braden – Why? Is this what you do before your friends come over? My gaze is so fixated on his bulge that I don’t notice him smirk back at me. I hesitate. Me – I was just trying to relax. Braden – You relaxing has got me all horned up! Who this friend you have coming over? Do I know him? Me – Don't ask so many questions! ...... Actually..... Fuck it. Bro, take your speedo off and come here. As my slick-shaven little brother walks toward me, I pump a wad of lube into my hand. I grab him by the dick, line up behind him, and begin to stroke him while we watch the porn together. Part of me is jealous because his dick is about 2 inches longer than mine. Braden is raging hard and leaking precum. He’s either really enjoying the gangbang vid, or really enjoying me stroking his cock. Hopefully both. I lube up my other hand, and start prodding at the entrance to his hole. He lets out a soft moan. I insert my index finger, and he opens up much too easily. So I go for two, then three. Me – Seems like the rumors I’ve heard about you are true. You really are the swim team slut. Braden – That’s how I got started, but that’s not the half of it. I bet you haven’t heard about everything. Since Braden is so loose and apparently so experienced, I decide to slide my cock in him. I bend him over slightly and get just past the cockhead when the doorbell rings. Me – Fuck! Marc is here. I slide my dick out, turn around, and put on some loose gym shorts. I didn't bother wasting time for a shirt. With my hardon popping out of my waistband, I order Braden to stay while I get the door. When I open the front door, my hardon is so obvious that Marc immediately laughs. He walks in, takes off his shoes, and we both head up the staircase. Marc – Looks like you're excited to see me *e slaps my dick through the shorts* Me – Yeah, uh..... Just so you know, there's someone else here. My little brother came home early from swim practice. Narc – No problem. So we just gotta be quiet? Me – Uh, no.... Actually, it’s the opposite..... Marc – Huh? Me – I always heard rumors from some guys at our school that my brother Braden is a major cockwhore. I discovered a few minutes ago that it was true. If it’s okay with you, it will be all three of us? Marc – *laughs again* Your own brother, huh? A pair of fags. Me – We can both fuck him, but make sure I am the one who get your load. You know why I want it. Marc – Yeah, no shit. We arrived at the open doorway, take one look at Braden, and step inside.

Hey, Anyone else have a fascination with serial killers? Which ones? I'm watching the new Netflix doc about Dennis Nilsen rn.

Gunna start off by saying this is my first post 🙏 hopefully the first of many! So I’ve always been into cum and breeding and just generally being a bit filthy. Though I rarely meet up with people, as much as I find it hot I just never do it, nerves maybe? I’d love nothing more than to take multiple loads and just be a bit of a whore (I usually top, it’s only the last few weeks I’ve wanted to bottom). Anyways, the other night I just thought fuck it, and invited a guy over to breed me from grindr. It was kinda half anon (didn’t send me a face pic but I didn’t cover my eyes when he got here), which I found really hot! Though I found myself not enjoying the sex so much, it was pretty quick but I was tense and probably just a bit nervous? When he came though, I got so horny and wanted more… but I wasn’t sure if I enjoyed the process of getting the load, if that makes sense. Probably not the most interesting read on here, but if anyone has any tips for a new bottom… I know I definitely want more loads now, but I want to enjoy the sex and not have it be uncomfortable, and not feel so nervous meeting people? Cheers! (ps. hope I’ve posted correctly and in a suitable place!)

After taking a long time off from hooking up because of the virus. Went over to Cowboy's early Tuesday morning (the only man I'd wake up at 6am to have sex with....lol) He smelt fucking awesome, hadn't showered in a couple days. His pits were in need of a tongue cleaning, ended up wearing his stink in my beard all day. Sucked him hard, he loves my bj's. He flipped me over, slammed his cock up in my hungry hole and rode me furiously, blasted a nice huge load into me. Left his dick in and churned his cream for another 30 mins before he blasted a second load inside my hole. He's always such a good fuck. Thursday the old man who thinks he's in love with me came over to spend the night. Sucked him hard, ate his ass, threw my a rough fuck, no load. Later in the night, sucked him hard again, fucked me ended with me sucking his cum load out of his cock. Friday went to Video Arcade with above guy. Not many doing anything, just walking around, I said lets give them a show, started sucking him. Finally got an older Daddy to join us. My friend left me with the Daddy. I sucked him hard, nice thick but short cock. Told me he wanted to fuck. Bent over and he rammed his cock up into me. Gave me a nice slow fuck but didn't cum. My friend was sucking a hot Hispanic dude, called me over told me dude wanted to blast his load in a hole. Bent over a chair and got a nice hard pounding. Begged him to breed me. Blasted a nice BIG load of creamy cum up my hole. Sitting here now blasting juicy cum farts. Really craving a nice ripe sweaty stinking hole to stick my face and tongue into.

Drew awoke to a sharp pain; he was getting fucked again by a thick dick. The guy had slipped in while he was napping. Drew could not see but this guy was 28 years old and stood 6’3 blonde with blue eyes and some tats and a huge club of a dick 10” and thick with a PA. Drew was whimpering and begging him to stop but the guy kept calling him the straight whore. Fucking slut for dick tonight, the real entertainment for the club. Although Drew could hardly think he kept begging the guy to stop and wondering what the fuck was the club. There were more guys, Drew asked if the guy fucking him was the last one and the guy fucking him laughed and said the night was just beginning little whore. The guy picked up the pace and started breathing heavy and shot his load in Drew. Fuck yea, the guy said. That ass was a hot as the guys said online. What the fuck, online? They info about me online? He started to try to get out of the restraints again but soon realized he was making no progress, he stopped when the door opened again. The guy just stood there, Drew wondered what was next and then he felt a hand on his ass, then another hand then the guy licked and at Drew. Sucked on his little hole and make Drew start moaning. Fuck that is one sweet pussy the guy said, then he ate it some more and then lubed up two finger and worked it inside Drew. Drew kept moaning as the guy finger fucked him. The guy had long skinny fingers, he pulled them out and slide a shard between them and slipped them back into Drew and spread them, so the shard fell, and finger fucked him more and then pulled out and repeated it with a second share and a third finger. He fingered fucked Drew for another five minutes and pulled out and lubed up his 7.5 by 9 cock and pressed it against Drew’s hole. Drew was spinning and the guy slowly pressed, and Drew felt some pressure and some pain as the dick head pressed Drew’s ass lips apart and stretched his ass ring. The guy kept constant pressure and Drew started to realize how big dis dick must have been for him to feel this much pressure and pain and the guy slapped Drew’s ass and barked open the fuck up. The slap and his gruff tone started Drew and the guy kept pushing and soon Drew’s ass gave way and the guy slide inside two inches. Good Pig, now open the rest of the fuck up. The guy kept sliding a out a little and then pressing hard inside Drew and soon he had another inch and five minutes later another. This went on for 20 minutes and soon the guy changed his tone and said there you go little straight boy pig. I knew you could take me. Drew was now just moaning in a painful but guttural way, the guy kept slow fucking him a little pull out and then sliding in and after another five minutes Drew relaxed enough for the guy to pull out almost to the tip and then slide back in and pick up the pace and ten minutes later slide all the way inside Drew and grunt and say fuck yea. Love that fucking cunt. The guy stayed inside Drew as his body shook and he unloaded the last of his load and then he lubed up a butt plug and slowly pulled out and filled Drew with the plug as he told him what a good pig boy he was. Then Drew heard the door and the guy left. Drew was still pinning and wondered how long this could go on. Drew hard the door and then the guy came in and gave Drew a drink, it was more punch and he told drew to drink up. Drew was thirsty and drank it all and then the guy put another straw up to Drew’s mouth and Drew drank that too, it was a different flavor and it tasted sweet and salty. Drew’s head was spinning, and he soon passed out. Once he had two guys came in and unfasted him and carried him to an open area. He was put up on sling and fasted in. His blindfold was removed, and a hood was placed on his head where only his mouth and nose where visible. He was cleaned up and the butt plug was removed allow Drew’s hole to close and tighten up. Caged his dick for this next round, the kid had Tina dick, so it was easy to lock it up. After Drew was dried off, in red marker one of the guys wrote – Straight whore for tonight. Cum in his ass – Use the whore. Drew lay there for 30 minutes and began to stir as guys started to come in and touch his body. Drew began to tingle all over and moan some and ask where he was. The guy had been instructed not to speak to Drew so no one answered but the hands continued to explore and rub his nips, body, chest, legs, stomach and balls. They guys were told to leave his ass alone too. Guys would feel him up and leave and there always seemed to be four to six guys around him at any time. More then 50 guys had come in. Guys the announcer called out as the music died down. You have all been invited due to your generous support to watch the destruction of a straight boy. Drew was drugged out of his mind, he wanted to leave and to get up, but he was fastened in and uttered no, not me. The few guys who heard him laughed and the announcer began to introduce the rest of the cast. We have a few new cast members but let me start with our returning stars. Nigel is back from South Africa with his 10” monster BBC, Devon with his 8” thick beer can dick, Stephan with his 11” driller and our new cast members are Jamun Latin dream with his fat uncut 10.5-inch dick, there was a pause and the announcer said, guys I know you are excited as cheers would irrupt after each guy was announced and would enter the room. There are two more the announcer said, and you each where given a paper and each of our starts has a number. Once I announce the final two stars you will pick the two you want to see Double Penetrate our little straight whore. The crowd roared and once that calmed down the announcer introduced Ike the 12” Iron dick and Michel the thickest dick alive out he was soft, and it was as thick as the beer can dick soft. The guys gasp and then clapped, and everyone began to cast their votes. Then the announcer said he is right over there. Check out the merchandise to the entertainment for tonight. One by one they headed over to drew and began to play with him and Stephan the driller leaned Drews head and began to slide his dick in the boy’s mouth. They started playing with Drew’s nipples and Jamun squatted and started eating at Drew’s ass. This went on for five minutes until Jamun got up and lubed up his dick and pressed it against Drew’s hole and slowly slide his big dick inside Drew. Drew tried to pull away, but the guy had Drew’s head and began fucking his throat. Jamun’s big dick was disappearing in Drew. He was calling him a straight whore and telling him what a great pussy he had. He fucked him for five minutes slowly and then picked up the pace and long dicked him till he shot in Drew ten minutes later. Driller left Drew loose and Drew gasped for air. Driller went around and slide his dick as far as he could into drew, it was almost full length. Then he pressed and it popped in the rest Drew did not have a dick in his mouth and he was able to utter no before Nigel grabbed his head and slide his dick inside Drew’s mouth and throat. The guys like watching Drew take that BBC down his throat and they seemed to know he was next in Drew’s ass. Stephan fucked Drew deep for a long time and after twenty minutes he finally shot a load in Drew’s ass. Nigel pulled out of Drew and went back to use his ass and shoved his dick inside forcefully making Drew scream before Devon shoved his beer can dick inside Drew’s mouth shutting him up and muffling the rough deep fucking, he was now taking from Nigel the crowd cheered and encouraged Nigel saying fuck that straight boy, breed his fucking ass. Make him the whore we all know he is. Nigel shoved his dick in deep past Drew’s second ring and shot his load as his body shook and he make a deep guttural noise and then slowly withdrew his huge dick. Devon kept his dick in the boy’s mouth while Iron Dick the 12” hard like a rock dick slowly slide inside Drew. The guy started out gentle and he slowly slide inside Drew till he got to his second ring and then applied gentle pressure pushing inside and then slowly pulled out and he kept this up for five minutes getting Drew’s second ring used to opening up and then once he felt Drew was sufficiently open he began long dicking Drew and harder then before and he motioned for Devon to unplug the boy as he pushed the sling forward and then let Drew impale himself on his Rock hard dick. Drew was crying by now, begging him to stop as the guy said boy you have one deep cunt and soon you will have one wide cunt. Best kind of boy cunt, wide and deep. He stopped the sling and pressed deep into Drew and leaned down like he was going to whisper and said boy you want me to come don’t you so this will stop. Yes, Drew screamed out and the guy laughed and said boy you better home I don’t cum the big dick right beside you are going to stretch you out. Devon slapped Drews face with his meat and the boy just cried more. This drew cheers from the crowd and Iron dick begin fucking Drew for another five minutes and then shot his load deep inside the boy. The crowd went wild, the loved the way he fucked, and he tore up the boy’s ass, but it meant that Devon and the even bigger guest were going to fuck Drew. Devon moved to the boy’s hole and put his fat thick head on the hole and although Drew had been stretched it did not slide in. Devon lubed it up more and pressed it harder and nothing and he began fingering him two and three and finally four. Then when he tried to fuck him again the head popped in and Drew lost his breath. Then started saying no, please no! Devon steadily pushed into Drew and Drew finally passed out from the pain. Devon after some work and lots of pressure finally got all the way inside Drew and began fucking him slowly till Drew relaxed his cunt and Devon began enjoying the fuck. Twenty minutes in Devon begin panting and shoved his dick in and shot his load. Drew began to come to as Devon shot and then slowly pulled out. Devon looked at This huge even thicker dick leaking on Drew’s lips as the guy jacked his hard dick and then walked around and took Devon’s spot and pressed again Drew’s hole and Drew tried to say no but Devon was making him clean up his dick. The guy pressed and moved several times to change his angle and he finally grabbed the sling and pulled it onto his dick and Drew’s hole gave way and that fat dick popped inside him. The guy slow fucking him and press to the right and left stretching Drew. Inch after inch until he lodges his super thick dick inside Drew. Devon pulled out and Drew could only say fuck, fuck that is way to big fuck. The guy flexed his dick for Drew and all you could hear was a little moan from Drew and then no take it out. The guy started to pull out and then solely pushed it back in as Devon whispered in Drew’s ear. Baby, he is already inside you just take him. Drew shook his head no as the big thick dick moved slowly in and out of his stretched-out love cannel. Devon was handed some poppers and he fed them to Drew. Drew began to spin and his hole relaxed some and the guy started fucking him with some more speed and Devon feed the boy more and more poppers and then without much notice the guy fucking him shot his load deep inside Drew but left his dick inside Drew until he shrank in side and then pulled out. Drew lay there spent while the guy cheered and called him a slut, whore, cunt, cum dump etc.

Today I had a day off at work and decided to go to the sleazy old bathhouse downtown. My hole was craving for cum and I was nearby, so I couldn't resist. I had an amazing time, I sucked so much cock in the darkroom and had a few older daddies fuck my hole bareback, but none of them bred me. I then went to my little cubicle and saw a handsome moustached daddy walking by, watching at me everytime he was in front of my door, so I leaned back and showed him my hole, he immediately came in and closed the door behind him. He pulled down the red thong he had on and shoved his dick into my mouth. My hands were all over his hairy body while he fucked my throath. He then turned me over and pushed his raw cock into my wet cunt, It gave no resistance thanks to the daddies in the darkroom! He came quickly but every second of him pumping my hole full of his seed felt like Paradise. There's something so beautiful about being fucked raw in a bathhouse by a much older man, in such dark and small rooms that smell like moisture, where so many have been inseminated before. The daddy that bred me was so hot, His red thong and porn moustache had me in a trance. The fact that he could be my dad because of his age made everything even better 😋 Can't wait to go again and be a hole for older men to use!!! 🐷

Between the ages of 10 & 12 I started exploring my dad's naked body while he was passed out drunk. Dad was a construction worker, who had a hard muscular body from 10-12 hours of physical labor each day, constant sweating from working in the sun, and a diet of alcohol instead of food. I started with just looking at his body, proceeded to lightly touching it, and soon started exploring it with me mouth and tongue. Over time as I learned to read the signs of how drunk he was I became bolder with my exploration of his body and started licking his armpit, nipples, cock, balls, and ass. However, eventually I got too bold and sloppy, and either did not wait for him to pass out or he was not as drunk as I thought he was. In any event, he "woke up" to find me slurping on his cock. At first he was angry and wanted to know what I was doing. I claimed I seen his cock was leaking and I was afraid he was going to start pissing on the couch again, which he once did when he was passed out drunk. It lead to many arguments with him and my mother. They fought all the time because of his drinking. He started to sleep on the couch in the den as she locked him out of their bedroom. I told him I did not want mom to be angry with him again. I think he was touched I tried to "protect" him but also angry that he woke up to find his youngest son has his father's cock in his mouth. My father said as long as I was going to swallow his piss while he was passed out, I should get my mouth back on his cock, and he started pissing. I started swallowing. I was used to drinking piss as I often drank my own back then. Dad's piss tasted weak due to all beer and shots he drank that evening. Although his piss seemed to go on forever, it was probably only a minute or two. Dad seemed upset I swallowed all his piss without a struggle, complaint, or losing any, and my tongue was digging into his piss slit trying to get more. Dad got aroused as my tongue explored his piss slit and my mouth locked around the crown of his cock. His hands both sides of my head and he started to face-fuck me. Soon he was hard rock and shooting his load down my throat. After he unloaded in my mouth, he told me to get out of his sight, never mention this again, and passed out. However, that night started years of a sexual relationship with my father. Within a couple years, he was the first man to fuck my ass and deposit his cum deep in me. Just like me drinking his piss and sucking his cock that first time quickly became a nightly routine, so did his fucking me bareback. It is no surprise that my older brother eventually caught us, and after I convinced my brother our dad did not rape me, my brother started using my mouth and ass too.

Bizarre, risky, unexpected, or otherwise unusual, what are some of the most unusual public places have you let someone take full advantage of your desperate need to be used by a stud. Men's rooms, rest areas, baths, porn shops: most of us have done it, because it's pretty accessible, but have you either been literally out in the open or in a location not typically sought for getting a load? Who was he? How did he do it? Did you get caught, or were you on full display for anyone to see? One of my favorites was having gone to the porn shop and having taken a few loads one night after the club I was followed out by a tall good looking stud. He didn't say anything, but we exchanged looks. Next thing I know he's following my car in his as I scrambled in my head where to get with this guy. There was a small park in a quiet neighborhood between my place and where I was. The thought of getting his cock was burning through me. A couple minutes later we both parked on the street along side of the public park. It was easily 4am or later. I got out of my car with the plan to get into his and get his cock, but as I made my way to his car he got out. I walked up to him. "What's up?" I asked casually. With one hand he grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. His other hand found the leg hole my running shorts and squoze the bare cheek of my ass. He led me into the park. We passed the playground headed towards a wooded area. I assumed he was heading for cover, but stopped when we came to picnic table not more than twenty feet from the playground and yards from the wood. He turned to me as he undid his jeans and pulled his above average cock out. He stroked it as I watched. "Want it?" He teased. Taking a seat at the picnic table I leaned toward him surrounding the head of his drooling cock with my mouth. He took full advantage. He grabbed my head and his cock to completely control my cocksucking. He got so hard and was drooling copious amounts of precum that he fed me. He slapped my tongue and face with his tool before shoving it down my throat and pumping it like a fleshlight. I was in heaven with this aggressive top. His jeans had been pushed down to his knees. When he decided, he climbed on top of the picnic table and laid on his back along the length of it. He looked at me, "Get up here on this table. I want you to stand over me." Not sure of what this stud was thinking I climbed right up. I stood above him with my feet placed on either side of his hips. "Strip." He said. I hesitated for a moment. Looking around us there were easily a dozen homes in view from a distance or rather, I was in full view of several homes. I pulled off my tank top and slipped off my running shorts. This left me standing only in my sneakers on top of a picnic table at some time before dawn with a nice long thick cock on a stud pointing up at me. I threw my clothes to the ground. "Now, sit on this big cock, baby. Take it for a ride." Carefully, I squatted down, reaching with my right hand for his cock. When he felt the head push past my well used pucker he thrusted his hips upward. I responded by sitting on his full length. "Yeah baby, ride my big dick." And I did. My hole was well lubed with other loads from the booths at the porn shop. I could feel them escape from the warm confines of my hungry asshole to being dripped and then matted into his course pubic hairs. My ass bounced up and down on his cock. His hips meeting me as I slammed it back down wanting him as deep inside me as he could get. We both grunting and almost growling as we fucked. Again, his hand took my head. He held me looking into his eyes as his cock slammed into me over and over with our joint efforts. "I'm getting close. Where do you want my load?" He asked. I responded by picking up the pace of our fuck. He got a huge grin on his face and his grip got a little tighter. His breathing got heavier. His groans louder. My faggot ass was in pig heaven. I was in a public park in summer at some early hour as I could see the sky start to lighten, naked, getting my ass used by a stud who was almost completely dressed on top of a table where I could be seen by anyone looking out the front of their home or a passing car. I felt his hand hold me down. His cock throbbed inside me as it spit his seed into my body. Then he pulled me down into a kiss. Once he allowed me to pull away. I climbed down from the picnic table. He pulled himself together quickly as I picked up my clothes. I never did see him again, but I've been fucked in plenty of fields and parking lots along side businesses or in the center of a neighborhood at all hours. How about you?

Growing up, I'd always suspected that my dad was gay. Or at least, shall we say, sexually indiscriminating? I mean, he was still married to mom and I had to come from somewhere. Besides, I do remember hearing them occasionally banging one out as their bedroom was right across the hall from mine. But still I had my suspicions, which were reinforced by behaviors. From the time I could remember I'd always just been around my dad when he was naked. Nudity was just an everyday thing at my house, so it never struck me as odd. Nudity was a thing for mom and me, too. Heck, There are many a photograph of me running around our house as a kid in my all-together! However, as I got older I started to notice Dad was nude around me more often than Mom. It was more 'our thing' - just two dudes hangin.... We bathed and showered together quite often, and hung out watching TV afterward as we air-dried. And, when I wasn't actually bathing, I would keep Dad company while he took a bath. He would let me play with boats in the deep end while we talked. Occasionally we'd play a game Dad called 'Light House' in which I would drive the boat between his legs to the 'lighthouse' that was standing erect there. The boat would crash on the 'rocks' below and I would laugh and laugh.... Anyway, I also first learned about masturbation from my father when I spied on him when he pleasured himself in the garage. I saw him fire his load into a shop rag, and after he went back inside I retrieved the rag and investigated it. What was this sticky fluid? Naturally he came back and caught me. I was SO embarrassed! But Dad took it very much in stride and was completely matter of fact about it all. And that's when I learned all about the birds and the bees. And also about what guys can do for special fun on their own, as he had just done. He also made it clear I should never tell Mom about because she was a girl and wouldn't understand. Dad's special magazines were also readily available for me; he really didn't even bother to hide them. They were just at the bottom of a magazine basket in our den. They started out as Playboy, but as I got older they became Penthouse, Club, Chic, Oui, and then some harder core mags with dicks and fucking in them too! Those were my favorites-- the ones that showed closeups of men with erections. Anyway, As I got older I gained hair and modesty, so the joint showers and nudity stopped and doors started being closed. Well, really just my doors-- although that didn't stop my Dad from interrupting me on more than one occasion. The first time, I was in my room, officially studying, but of course not only was I playing with myself, I was actually on the cusp of blowing my load when Dad barged into my room. I don't think I ever moved so fast in my life! Giving a quick laugh Dad exclaimed "Whoops!" And as he closed my door he added "Just don't get any on my Penthouse." There were a couple more times after that when Dad caught my jerking off. Each time Dad joked and commented something like "Damn, boy! Don't wear it out!" Or "Do you ever put that thing away?" Which is why I started jacking in the shower or behind a locked bathroom door. Slowly over this time, my suspicions about Dad being gay and his extracurricular activities increased. He was gone longer hours, working out more, or at least saying he was working out. Sometimes he'd come home and you could tell he'd had a beer or two. Mom and he fought more over piddly shit. I pretty much figured he was having an affair, or hooking up somewhere. And I could clearly see my parents on the clear trajectory toward divorce. He was also buddying up to me more during this time, telling me that I was really growing into a man, and complementing my by remarking how handsome I was becoming. Our conversations felt conspiratorial, and Dad increasingly joked around with me, and his jokes took on an ever increasing sexual overtone. Everything seemed to be a double-entendre. Well, the summer before my senior year of high school, Mom started a new job and started working nights. I think she took this job just so she and Dad would spend less time breathing the same air. It also forced Dad to be home more to take care of me (in theory). Dad still routinely got home late, often smelling of, well, I'm not sure what, but his body had a distinctive aroma. Even so, Dad was definitely more often at home more, which conveniently left us together with free time. In the evenings. Before bed. As I said before, Mom and Dad's room was right across the hall from mine. And in their room they had an old TV with a VCR. You know - for watching movies in bed. And with Mom working nights and Dad being Dad, well... he fired up the VCR - a lot. I mostly ignored it the first few times-- but I could hear the porn playing and the soft, creaking motion of his bed and I knew what was going on. But it was my father! I shouldn't be listening, hardly daring to breathe. I shouldn't be turned on by this, should I? Why did I have a boner?? So many thoughts... so many conflicted emotions. Finally one night I couldn't take it any more and I wanted-- no, NEEDED-- to see. So I snuck out of bed and crept quietly into the hall. Dad always left his door ajar, so I figured I could peep in and see him and the porn while he was too distracted to notice. I figured I was being quiet as a cat. I was wrong. "You might as well just come on in," he said in a loud voice. Fuck! Busted AGAIN by Dad!! Well, I sheepishly went into his bedroom and he gestured for me to sit next to him on the bed. He wasn't even trying to hide his erection. "Come on, you might as well 'take a load off' too. I can see you want to," again with the double entendre as he nodded to the boner in my pajamas. I stood next to the bed, guts churning, nervous as hell and shaking like a leaf while I stared at the erection held in his first. He smiled and patted the bed-- and I took my place beside him. Little did I realize that this small action would set me on a dark path and seal my fate. That first night we watched porn together and jacked off. Well, he jacked off and I mostly watched him jack off. When he came all over his belly and fist, I came too. In my pajamas. Without touching myself. From there we slowly progressed. It wasn't an every night event, but when I was in bed and I'd hear the porn soundtrack, I'd get up and join him. It started out as innocently jacking together. From there it became me jacking him off while we watched. I still vividly remember the first time I touched his erection - it was like a bolt of lightning struck me and I could barely breathe. And again, when he came, the feeling of his seed running over my knuckles made my own dick cum in my underwear. (No more Jammie's for this guy!) From there it soon progressed to blowjobs. Never him on me-- I was the son and it was my duty to get him off. To be a good boy. Oddly enough, it was a bigger deal to first jack my Dad than to blow him. The blowjob came naturally. Feeling the smooth, warm skin of his head with my tongue just felt right somehow. And when he shot in my mouth? There was no hesitation: I swallowed instantly. And happily. At this point in our relationship I had definitely shifted to just being his convenient sex toy. Sort of his human fleshlight. He didn't really make eye contact or acknowledge me at all. He was focused on the straight porn on the VCR. I didn't jack off or really touch myself at all in his presence. I would finish him off, he'd turn off the VCR and lights, and I'd go back to my room. Once there is either jack off or go to sleep. More often than not, I didn't even jack myself. And then one night it finally happened. This was in January of my senior year. It was after Christmas and I was back in school, Mom was back to work. I heard the porn fire up, but it was different porn. This time the grunting was more masculine - no more whiny bitch moaning. I went in and I saw Dad watching porn. I was right. He was playing a new porn tape. This one showed two guys on the screen, two, hot, furry, mustachioed men... and they were fucking! It was so hot and the breath caught in my throat. Dad and I started as we usually did-- him jacking for a minute, then me doing it for him. Then my mouth on his dick, as usual. But this time instead of cumming down my throat, he tapped my head after awhile and I stopped. "Get on all fours," he whispered. We NEVER talked during our sessions so this startled me. It was almost like a slap. But he just stopped everything, gestured toward the TV with a chin flip, and told me to "assume the position". My guts instantly turned to water as I knew what was about to happen and I wasn't sure about it at all. Wasn't sure I wanted to get fucked, but after all he was my Dad, and instinctively I wanted to please him so I got on all fours. I was facing the porn and I felt the bed shift as he got behind me. He reached and got some KY off the nightstand. My heart was thundering in my chest. Soon I felt the cool, wet hardness of his cockhead pushing at my sphincter. This was it-- I was losing my virginity. To my father. He pushed into my ass. I distinctly remember the pain. I tried to push back a bit on his thigh, to slow him or get him to stop but he was clearly bent on fucking. Which he did. I winced and grunted as he thrust inelegantly into me. It hurt and it felt like my asshole was ripping because of his thickness. I tried to relax-- I tried to understand how the one guy in the porn seemed to be really enjoying the cock in HIS ass. Did it hurt him as much? I tried to breathe through it. I teared up a bit. Then suddenly my father was buried inside me and shuddering. I could fee his cock throbbing in my ass, much as it had done in my mouth. There would be five or so pulses and a few aftershocks, again... like usual. I counted them off in my head. His hands were on my hips as he slowly pulled out of me. Then he magically produced some paper towels to wipe himself with and he was done. Stunned I made my way to the bathroom to wipe myself clean. There was a KY residue, some brown, and some red. Blood. So I HAD torn a bit. I stood in the bathroom a long time and looked at myself in the mirror. I was confused and hotly ashamed, mainly because I found myself aroused at the thought of what just happened to me. I jacked myself and came all over the bathroom sink while thinking about my Dad's cock violating my ass. Two nights later the same thing happened. And again a couple nights after that. Soon, I realized this was our new norm. So I stopped at Walgreens after work one day and got my own tube of KY that I kept in my secret hiding spot in my room. I started fingering my ass and lubing myself before heading in for our father-son bonding ritual. As time went on, some weeks there was less sex and I found myself a bit disappointed (and if I'm being honest, jealous). Because Dad was "late" getting home, his clothes smelling of cigarettes and "that smell" that I'd later come to realize was the stench of an adult bookstore. I'd always find myself wondering why I wasn't good enough-- had I done something wrong? Was he displeased, or worse... bored with me? But then he'd fire up the VCR again, and everything would be right as rain. Of course it's not like I was completely innocent during this time either. Dad had sort of opened the door to my sexuality. I had a couple friends at school that I was blowing fairly regularly. And there may have been one or two 'park encounters' between me and older men. Anyway, this continued through the summer until it was time for me to leave for my freshman year of college. In my mind this was also the cutoff point for my activity with Dad. I was going to college to start the next chapter in my life. I wanted to be normal. I wanted a change. And I knew I was approaching adulthood, wouldn't really be living at home anymore. I'd love to be able to say that we had one final night together before I left, where we spent the entire night fucking and he actually fucked me on my back while looking at me, and telling me that I was a good son and he was proud. Ah, the romantic in me! But no-- our sessions ended not with a bang, but a whisper. Really I don't even much remember our last fuck. As summer waned he sort of did it less and less. Plus Dad got really sick earlier in the summer, and that really seemed to zap his energy levels. I was okay with all this. It made my college transition that much easier. When I came home at Christmas break, Dad met me at the door and had me sit down. He had some things to tell me, he said. My stomach lurched as I could predict what was coming. Well... ALMOST predict. In a somber voice he explained Mom had moved out and that they were getting a divorce. He said there was something else, too. He had been to his doctor and... He took a deep, shuddering breath and said the last thing I expected: "Son... I'm HIV positive."

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Horny as usual and went down to the beach beat near me. I am not the hottest guy so it can be a bit hit and miss down there. Unfortunately, no interest. But while there I got a message from a regular FB on Grindr. Headed home and he says he has another guy keen. My regular is an avg cock but great fuck and big loads. Last time he bred me my arse leaked his cum for hours. He turns up and we chat for a while as he organizes the other guy. Then into the bedroom and I am in my singlet and jocks and he starts eating me then and slow fucking me. Other guy turns up and he is an 8" cock. Slightly chubby but sexy as all fuck. Before long I am sucking him off while my mate fucks me. He rips my singlet off and makes out with me between sucking him. He jumps up and replaces the other guy and piston fucks me to completion and pumps his seed in me. When done, my mate is back inside my wet hole as the other guys dresses and leaves. Then the second load goes in. Bedspread is dark blue. Now with a few cum spots/stains and I am keeping them there - proud of them lol. Still looking for more 🙂

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I love finding used condoms at rest stops, hiking trails - anon cum and so damn hot. Once in a while finding one that's still warm is the best!

The goal of every bottom should be to please and satisfy the top no matter what and take anything the top wants to give him.

Hey guys, a short Part 10 to start catching up on the Tyler thread of the story. Thanks for the kind comments! Part 10 Tyler went back to his dorm room after being fucked for the first after getting high for the first time and felt overwhelming guilt. This was sin. The kind of sin that everyone talked about at church. Not just sodomy but drugs too. He had spent his entire childhood and high school career judging anyone who would fall so far from God that way. He would never do something that perverse. But he was sitting on his bed reckoning with the fact that he had fallen that far. And the fact that he loved every second of it. Even the pain at the beginning. But especially knowing that Chris came inside him. He didnt know the science of drugs but right after Chris bred him, he almost immediately felt higher. It made him want more. More cum shooting deep in him. Yes, the guilt was always going to be there, but now so was the desire to get fucked raw and bred. He was confused. Maybe he needed to come down fully from his high because none of this made sense. One thing did. His cock was hard and his hole was hungry. He wanted to get off again. Tyler pulled his pants and boxers off and laid back on his bed stroking his cock with one hand. As his other hand cupped his balls he drew his middle finger down to his hole. It was still wet. Chris had shot a huge load inside of him. He rubbed the leaking cum around his hole. It was sensitive to the touch but Tyler was too horny to care. He pushed his finger inside his hole and moaned. It felt good but he couldnt match the thickness of Chris' cock. He pushed a second finger into his hole and began picking up the pace, beginning to fuck himself as he thought about his friends bare cock pushing into him deep. Tyler pulled his legs back and pushed his fingers deeper inside him. He pictured Chris on top of him kissing him. But it was the added image of Hunter sitting by the bed taking a hit from that glass pipe and watching the two of them fucking that put him over the edge. With his eyes clenched shut, Tyler let out a loud moan as he felt his load build. At the point of no return Tyler yelled out "Fuck me Chris!" as he fucked himself with his fingers, his legs pulled as wide and far back as he could get them. But it was also at that precise moment that Casey who lived down the hall walked into Tyler's room without knocking. "Hey w-" Tyler was knocked out of his fantasy when he heard the door open but he was already shooting ropes of cum onto his shirt, his fingers still buried deep inside his hole. He lifted his head and looked at Casey at the door just as a shot of his cum hit him in the cheek. "What the fuck Ty!"

Part 2 I woke up the next morning with the visions of last night still burned into my mind. I really didn't know what to think. So......Colt was gay. THAT part really didn't bother me much. I mean, it IS Texas. It's really conservative, and queers are not totally accepted.....BUT....not everyone is so closed minded. And we had been so close for so long that I couldn't just turn my back on him. I loved the dude. But the rest of it? The rough, brutal sex, the drugs, broadcasting it on the internet? That's what I had trouble accepting. If Colt wanted to have a nice boyfriend, that was one thing, but everything else he was doing? I didn't know how I felt about it. It was pretty fucked up. But as I layed in bed and absentmindedly stroked my cock, I kept seeing Colt taking that big, black cock up his ass. I didn't want to, I was trying to think of pussy, but Colt kept creeping back in. And I didn't understand why thinking about it got my cock so hard. I wasn't gay! Other than jerking off with my best friend, I never thought about cock. But for some reason, I kept seeing it going up Colt's ass. I quickly jerked myself off so I could get on with my day, but I still thought about it all day long. And all the next day too. Monday at school, I was the one avoiding Colt. I just couldn't face him yet. Not after all I had seen. It was Thursday before Colt approached me. "Hey Austin." He said, coming up to my locker after last period. And yes, my name is Austin, Austin Allen Collins, and I live in Texas. You might think I was named after the city, but you would be wrong. I was actually named after Stone Cold Steve Austin, my dad's favourite wrestler. But any way, Colt approached my locker. "Austin," he said again, "I know I've been kind of an asshole lately." "You don't say." I replied. If he was about to apologize, I wasn't going to make it easy for him. "Yea, look dude, I'm sorry, I really am. I've been going through some shit and I guess I just needed some space." "So, you just push me aside? Is that what best friends do? We've always told each other everything, so what's changed, dickhead?" I prodded him. I didn't expect him to fess up to anything, especially not here at school, and frankly, I didn't know if he would ever fess up. But over the last couple of days I had done a lot of thinking, and had decided I would try to be here for him, if he wanted it. "Look man, I'm sorry. I really am and I want to make it up to you. I got some killer weed and I'm free all weekend. Come on, we had a great time on your birthday." "Yea, then you turned back into an asshole. What's up with that?" "Come on bro.....I'm sorry! I have been a total dick and I know it. But we're brothers! Please forgive me. Come on, we'll get some beer and have a great weekend. My parents will be gone again!" I looked at his face and he really did seem to be sorry. But knowing what I knew about him, and that he was obviously really struggling with some heavy shit, I gave in. "All right asshole." I said. "Just me and you, all weekend. And you better get some good beer, not some piss water shit!" "I promise!" He smiled. "It's going to be a great best bro weekend!" I just shook my head as he walked away. Maybe he was planning to come clean this weekend. I actually hoped for his sake he would. That's a big fucking secret he's hiding. Friday night found us at his house as promised. He had a case of beer and a fat sack of weed. We hit the bong, then hit the video games. After a couple hours, several beers, and a lot of weed, things started to feel back to normal again. We were both just sitting there in our boxers and feeling good. Colt's fly gaped open and I could see his big, soft cock nestled against his large balls. It made me think of him shooting off as his ass got plowed. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't stop. Throughout the night, Colt kept getting text messages. He would quickly respond to them, then pretend nothing had happened. He also got a couple of phone calls. "Aren't you going to answer that?" I asked him as his ringtone played the Toby Keith classic 'Beer for my horses.' "Naw. Voicemail can get it. This weekend is all about me and you, bro." He said as he grabbed my knee and gave it a squeeze. We kept on playing video games for a while, and I knew he wasn't going to bring it up, so I tried. "So what's been going on dude?" I asked. "What's this shit you've been going through?" Colt looked uncomfortable. "I'm not ready to talk about it yet." "Why not?" I asked. "Remember we tell each other everything. We've been jerking off together for years, what do we have to hide?" Colt just chugged on his beer. "I can't just yet. But I will, I promise." I let it drop. I figured he would tell me soon enough, so we continued with drinking, smoking, and gaming. Pretty soon it was 2 am and we were drunk and high and decided to hit the hay. As we lay on his bed, we both just stared at the ceiling. Now that we didn't have video games in front of us, the images of last weekend filled up my head. It was tearing me up inside and I couldn't control myself any longer. I ended up blurting out, "I know." Colt was silent for a moment before asking, "You know what?" "I know your secret dude!" I could hear Colt taking deep breaths in the dead silence. Finally he asked, "What secret is that?" God damn him! I was over the games and the lies and was determined to drag the truth out of him. I rolled over on my side and faced him. "I saw you. Last weekend." Colt rolled on his side with his back toward me. I continued, "I was tired of your bullshit so I went over to your house, and I saw, through the window." More tense silence followed as Colt processed what I had said. Finally he whispered, "You don't hate me?" My heart hurt that Colt actually thought I could hate him. "No dude, I don't hate you. I'm here right now, aren't I?" Colt rolled to face me. "I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but I didn't know how to bring it up. The thought of losing you scared me more than anything." "Dude," I said, looking him right in his eyes, "We're family. And you don't turn your back on family. No matter what." Colt just smiled at me, a look of relief on his face. "I mean, if you want to be gay, be gay. I don't give a fuck. I got your back bro. But all that other shit? What's that about? Do you really like that?" Colt was silent for a moment, averting his eyes from me before he replied, "Yea Austin, I do. I mean, I really, really do. I kind of always have. I used to check out all kinds of crazy shit online, and I always thought it was hot. Then I started chatting with Dante and Carlos, and when I turned 18, I met up with them and things just progressed. You think I'm a sick fuck, don't you?" I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling again. "I don't know what to think, man. I'm trying to be cool with all this. So what was up with the camera? Why did they say people had paid to see this?" "Well," he began, "Dante and Carlos have this internet business, and people from all over the world pay to watch these shows. 50 bucks a pop. And they're good guys. They split the money with me. Last weekend I made a thousand bucks." "A thousand bucks?" I asked incredulously as I turned back to him. "Yea, I'm their most popular guy right now. I bring in a HUGE audience." I was still trying to wrap my head around everything. "But, doesn't that kind of make you a whore?" I asked. "I don't really think about it like that." He replied. "I mean, I'm going to be having sex anyway, so why not make some money from it?" I remained silent as I pondered this. Colt just continued to look at me while he waited for the next question. "So, what about the drugs, dude?" I continued. "What was that shit you were smoking? And what was that brown bottle?" "Well, that brown bottle was poppers. They help you to relax. And the other stuff was Tina, or meth." I shot up on my elbows and looked down on him. "Meth? Are you fucking crazy?" "Relax man." He said. "It's not as bad as you think. Once in a while it's ok. You just have to control yourself. Look at me, I've been doing it for a couple of months now, do I look like I'm addicted?" I had to admit, he did look perfectly normal. "But, you were so fucked up that night." I said. "Yea I was." He laughed. "And I felt great! T is amazing shit! It's like a hundred times better than weed. It makes you feel so good, and it makes sex incredible!" He opened up his nightstand and pulled out a pipe and a baggie. "You wanna try some?" "What the fuck?" I asked, shocked. "You got that shit right here?" "Yea, come on. Give it a little try. It'll make you feel so good." I stared at the pipe in his hand before shaking my head. "I don't know man...." "Come on. It won't hurt you, I promise! You're my brother and I love ya, would I steer you wrong? Just give it a little try. It's awesome!" "Fine." I conceded. "I'll try it just this once to shut you up!" Colt's face lit up and his eyes sparkled as he started loading the pipe with the crystals. "Fuckin A dude! You're gonna love this!" He handed me the pipe and lit the small torch, melting the shards as he rolled the pipe. "Now," he said, "Put the pipe up to your lips and when the bowl fills with white smoke, inhale and hold it." I did as instructed, inhaling deep. It had kind of a weird taste to it, but wasn't too bad. Then I exhaled, and a large white cloud filled the air. "Now, take another one." Instructed Colt as he looked at me with a big smile on his face. I inhaled another big hit, and I started to feel warm and tingly as a rush went through my body. Colt took the pipe and inhaled a couple of big hits himself before asking me, "How do you feel?" "Warm and tingly." I replied, giggling a bit. "Good, now take a couple more." I took 2 more hits and my body started to feel like it was on fire. It was like I could feel every nerve in my body, and every nerve was telling me I was super horny. Colt took 2 more hits and handed me back the pipe. I took one more hit and the pipe was empty, which made me feel sad. Colt could see the disappointment on my face. "Don't worry buddy, I got plenty more." He said as he reloaded. "We're gonna get you feeling REAL good." I giggled a little more as he handed me the pipe, and I took 2 more hits. By now, I felt like I was floating and was kinda dizzy, but felt more alive than I ever had before. And hornier. "I got an idea. Instead of wasting smoke when we exhale, let's do a shotgun." He suggested. "What's that?" I asked. "When I take a hit, instead of just exhaling it, I put my mouth over yours and you breath in the smoke as I let it out. That way, we both benefit from the hit." I looked at him through my high state and giggled some more. "Sure, why not? I've done this much. Bring it on bro!" Colt hit the pipe and then slowly moved his face toward mine. My heart was pounding in my chest as he gently placed his lips against mine. I thought it would gross me out having another dudes lips on mine, but it didn't. Colt's lips were soft like a girls. I opened my mouth a little bit, and Cole started exhaling into me. I inhaled and felt his hot breath as it filled up my lungs, causing my cock to stir. He pulled away and looked deep into my eyes as I exhaled the smoke that had been in his body. "Your turn." He said, putting the pipe up to my lips. I took a big hit and leaned into him. When our lips touched again I felt a bolt of electricity jolt through my body. We opened our mouths and as I started exhaling, I felt his tongue enter my mouth. Instead of freaking out, I found myself responding to him. My own tongue inched forward until it was touching his. Gently, at first, our tongues rubbed over each others, but soon, I had melted into him and our kissing became stronger and more passionate. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him as our mouths tried to devour each other. It was weird at first, his hands on my body. These weren't soft, small girl hands. These were large, strong, rough man hands that were pulling my body against his, our bare chests rubbing against each other. He rolled me on my back and placed his larger body on top of me, our hard cocks pressing into each others rock hard stomachs. His rough hands explored my body, feeling like fire everywhere he touched me as his tongue raped my mouth. I ran my hands over his back, his strong, muscular back, relishing in the feeling of touching another man for the first time. I felt his powerful arms and grabbed his rock hard bubble butt as I moaned like a whore. After furiously making out for what seemed like an eternity, Colt pulled off me and looked down at my face, brushing my sweaty hair off my forehead. "You're so beautiful." He said. Now the straight guy in me should have been bothered by that, I suppose, but I think he was gone at this point. "So are you." I replied, looking deep into his eyes. Colt just started kissing my neck and chest before he planted one of his sexy lips on my nipple. He started sucking and nibbling on it, causing my cock to twitch as I gasped and moaned. He worked his magic on my nips before kissing his way down my stomach. He grabbed my 9 1/2 inch cock in his big hand and I gasped again at this new sensation. It felt so different than when a girl grabbed it. So much better. He licked the precum off the head before placing it in his mouth. He sucked on the knob as I squirmed before he slowly sank down on it, taking the entire thing down his throat. Holy shit! No bitch had EVER taken more than half my cock, and my best friend swallowed it with no problem! I groaned as I felt his throat muscles massage my shaft. Colt slid up and down my cock taking it to the root each and every time. He pulled off and grabbed some lube from the nightstand. Lubing up his finger, he started to insert into my ass. Now, I really should have stopped him at this point, but I was so high and so horned up, and everything up to now felt so amazing that I didn't even try to stop him. Colt slid his finger into me until I felt a jolt go through my body and my cock jumped. "Feel that baby?" He asked. "That's your prostate, and it makes you feel super good! Now just relax and let your bro show you how good it feels!" Colt stuck a second finger into me and started really rubbing it. I involuntarily spread my legs apart to give him better access. My cock felt like it was having one long, slow orgasm. "Oh yea baby." He moaned. "Look at all that precum! Your cock is like a river!" I looked down, and my stomach was covered with a big pool of it. Colt just leaned over and lapped it up like a puppy. Then he went back to sucking my cock. He added a third finger into my hole, and buried them as he worked my prostate. Soon, my whole body was shaking and I cried out as I exploded into the most intense orgasm I had ever had! Colt buried my cock in his throat as the first couple of jets shot off. Then he pulled back and took the rest of my cum into his mouth. After I stopped shaking and had given him the last of my load, he crawled up to my head and placed his mouth on mine. As I opened my mouth, Colt released the cum he was holding. We kissed as we rubbed my cum over each others tongue. Colt pulled off and loaded another pipe. "This one is all for you baby." He said, handing it to me. I didn't question him as I hit the pipe. He licked his finger and stuck it in the baggie, giving it a light covering of powder. "Now, this is going to burn a little bit." He said. "Just trust me baby, it'll pass." He stuck his finger in me as I took the fourth hit on the pipe, emptying it. I hissed as my ass burned while Colt finger fucked me. But he was right, it passed and was replaced by a new hunger. Colt made out with me as he lubed up his huge cock. "I want to take your virginity baby." He cooed in my ear. "Would you like that? Would you like your brother to take it? To be the first man inside you? Come on. Tell me you want it." "I do Colt!" I moaned. "I want it so bad! I want to feel you inside me!" "Good boy. That's what I want hear. Now, hit this." He said, handing me a brown bottle. "You're gonna need this!" I hit the bottle like I had seen him do before, and a new warmth rushed through my body, relaxing me. Colt climbed between my legs and lifted them up. "Now, when I start pushing in, you push out like you're taking a shit, got it?" I nodded. Then Colt started. He pushed against my butthole and I pushed back. I could feel my hole stretching and burning until it got to be too much. "Stop, please!" I begged him. "It's too big!" "Shhhh, I have faith in you." He said as he handed me the bottle again. "Take a few more hits." I hit the bottle a few more times as Colt kissed my neck. I could feel my asshole relax a bit as Colt started pushing again. I pushed back and Colt gave a sharp jab with his hips. His head popped past my anal ring and I let out a scream. Colt just covered my mouth. "Shhhhh baby. You did it. I'm inside of you. I'm so proud of you! Just relax and hit this some more." I hit the bottle a few more times and the pain subsided a bit. "Ok baby, ready?" He asked. "Cause here it comes. Now look at me. I want to see your eyes as I take you!" I looked at him through my tear stained eyes as he slowly started pushing into me. My insides felt like they were being ripped in two as his massive log sank into me inch by inch. I whimpered as he went deeper and deeper until eventually he had all 10 inches buried in me. "Oh baby, oh yeah! You did it!" He congratulated me as he kissed my neck. "You took all of me! I'm so proud of you. You got all of your brothers big fat cock buried in you!" He held it still for a while as my body adjusted to it. Then, he started to slowly fuck me. Just a little bit at first. Then gradually more and more. "Oh yea. Open up that pussy for me! Give me that hole! Give up that hole to your brother! Oh yea, you're loosening up baby, I can feel it. I'm gonna start really fucking you now!" And he did. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on tight as he started pounding me. The pain had passed and all I felt was immense pleasure. "Oh god Colt. Oh yea, fuck me man! Oh God you feel so good inside me!" "Oh baby, I've wanted this for so long. I love you so much Austin!" We started kissing again as he pounded my no longer virgin hole. He rode me hard for a solid 5 minutes before he started panting. "Oh god I'm gonna cum baby. Are you ready? Are you ready for your first big load of man cum in your pussy?" "Fuck yea bro, do it! Give it to me! Cum in me Colt! I love you too!" Colt squeezed me tight into his big, muscular body as he let out a roar and pumped me full of his seed. My cock shot off again between our rock hard stomachs as I was filled up with his cum.

Part 9 Chris's immediate physical response was a loss of breath. The rush of the slam made him cough uncontrollably. He thought this was probably the last moments of his life. Dying naked in a sling with drugs in his system. God would punish him and send him to a hell that he only began to imagine in that moment. That thought of death was surprisingly not met with fear because this wasnt a time for emotion. Gregs massive cock was in him and the way he plunged it into Chris without mercy also simultaneously caused the boy to take a quick intake of breath. Only he didnt have the ability to take it. The coughing fit and the sharp pain of the raw cock stretching him were all too much. Meanwhile the video hadnt stopped. The screams by the men and the top to "poz the boy" were relentless as the top bred the bottom. Thoughts of his demise turned out to be far too premature. Suddenly he felt Hunters hand on his chest again. What he didnt realize was Hunters hand was there from the moment he pulled the band off Chris's arm. The shock was wearing off and feeling was returning to Chris. Hunters touch felt electric. His coughing stopped and a heat permeated his body. Hunters touch made the heat more intense and yet it wasnt enough. He needed more. And the pain of his hole being stretched became something different. Need. Greg was deep but Chris wanted him deeper. The need for more prompted him to raise his arms toward Greg as if to beckon him. Greg obliged and bent down again laying on top of the boy and making out again. "Fuck boy. You feeling good huh?" Chris just moaned into Gregs mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into the kiss. Greg responded with a moan of his own and accepted as much of Chris's tongue as he could get. Meanwhile he stayed balls deep in the boy and rocked inside him, flexing his cock and trying to press against the boys prostate. Chris still wasnt down from that initial highest of highs enough to figure out what to make of all that was happening. What he did know was that his life was now divided into two: before slam and after slam. Before this slam he knew he had parts of his body that would arouse him when they were touched. But now every inch of his body was a pleasure center, outside and inside. He could suddenly feel every ridge and vein of Gregs throbbing cock. He felt how deep inside him he was. He felt Gregs chest pressed on top of his as he pushed himself up against the man to somehow get even closer. Their making out became breathless just as Chris had regained his breathing. There was no chance to think. He wanted to feel this way forever. Feeling the need to be touched like this and having that need met by a man as gorgeous as Greg. Greg pulled himself up having to fight the pull of Chris's arms. He wanted to see this boy he was fucking and get a look at his raw cock fucking in and out of him. Chris was looking up at him so intently like he was trying to memorize every detail of Gregs face. Greg noticed how Chris's face had changed with the high running through him. He was more animal, acting on instinct instead of thought, taking what he wanted and not thinking about consequences. He loved his boys like this. But looking at how changed the boy was reminded him that the high from the slam he did when he first got to Hunters place had mostly worn off. He looked at Hunter who was still at Chris's side now stroking his own dripping cock. "You dont wanna feed that to him?" Greg asked Hunter. "Later. I see where his focus is for now. Hes in love." Greg chuckled knowing thats exactly the look Chris had on his face as he looked up at the man who was fucking him. Whether or not Chris heard any of this wasnt clear to either man standing since the boys gaze never wavered. "You look like you could use...a pick me up." Greg smiled at Hunter. "You read my mind." Hunter turned his attention to his kit to get one of the prepared rigs for Greg. Greg leaned back down to kiss Chris softly. He looked into the boys eyes and asked "Feeling good boy?" Chris just nodded. It was as if he was in a trance. "I'm gonna stay deep in you like this but I cant promise that Ill have much control once Hunter gives me what he gave you. Your hole feels so good around my cock I might just cum as soon as he slams me. You ok with that?" It didnt matter how Chris answered. Greg was going to breed this boy. But he wanted to hear Chris say that he wanted Gregs cum in this intimate moment when they were as closely connected as they could be. "Yeah." Chris's first word since his slam. "Yeah what boy? Tell me." "I...I..I want you to cum." Damn, Greg thought. This high and still had some inhibitions. Those religious boys from conservative families were hard to break and he was working on one such boy now. That only pushed Greg closer to the edge of his cum. "Yeah? Where do you want me to cum boy?" "I...I....cum in me." "Whats that? Say that again boy. With conviction. Like you really want it. I don't believe you." "Cum inside me. Please. Gimme that cum." "Fuck. Yeah? You sure?" Greg could see that his promptings were pushing Chris to open his mind to what he really wanted. He watched as Chris's face became more resolute and assured. "Fuck yes. Shoot those fucking poz ropes of cum in me." The sudden outburst almost shook Chris lucid. Had he just asked Greg to cum in him and poz him? He had never once considered that. But he knew what he said and what he said was what he wanted. This was after slam Chris and after slam Chris craved poz cum. "Fucking flood me with your poz cum." "Oh fuck," Greg lifted himself up again as Hunter came close with the band and rig. "Looks like he put it all together. Our boy wants to get pozzed up." Hunter looked at Chris who finally turned from Greg and looked back at him as if noticing for the first time that he was even in the room. "Yeah boy? You wanna get pozzed?" Chris nodded. "Fuck yeah. But Chris?" He gave Chris a look now as if to say listen closely. "Chris? How do you know you werent pozzed before today?" Chris's eyes grew wide as the realization hit him. And then the smile. Chris smiled at Hunter as the look on his face transformed from shock to pure lust. As the realization hit Chris, he looked back and forth to the two men and as he tilted his head back in ecstasy, moaned out "Fuuuuuuuuck." Both men noticed that Chris's cock was as hard as it had been the whole day and it was leaking precum all over his abs. Greg was also benefiting from Chris's pleasure as he felt the boys hole squeeze his cock gripping it and milking it and trying to pull it in deeper. Greg smiled in response as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Yeah boy. Thats what youre about to get. Im gonna fucking breed you with my poz cum so deep." He was balls deep in Chris and tried to focus so he could hold his position as Hunter tied the band around his arm and found a vein. When Hunter pulled away after finishing the slam, Greg raised his arm and coughed through that initial impact. He loved getting slammed while he was inside a bottom but this hole was so tight and knowing that it was a neg boy who wanted to get pozzed up made him wild. As he rode the high he pushed his weight against Chris's hole trying to get even deeper than was possible. Chris could feel the change in Greg just in the way the cock inside him felt. Almost like it was growing fatter. It felt like it was stretching him even more. But there was no pain. This was all pleasure. He looked back up to Greg and saw the change in his face. It looked like lust on the verge of violence. Chris braced himself. "Oh fuck boy. You feel that cock?" Gregs breathing was heavy from the coughing but also as he got closer to cumming. His fucking became more frantic pulling almost completely out before slamming his cock deep into the boy at an increasing speed. The two were moaning loudly now unable to form words. Greg reached down and held Chris's shoulders to get deeper with each stroke. He looked deep into Chris and found some words but not sentences. "Cumming....pozzing....boy.....fuck..." and then the slamming strokes that would tell any observer that Gregs ropes of poz cum were being shot into Chris. The spasms, the shaking, all told Hunter that this was a huge load. But what made this easily one of the hottest things Hunter had ever witnessed was that as Greg began to shoot his load Chris also was on the verge of cumming. He never found his words so it came out in a long moan that was broken up by each rope that he shot. Hunter saw cum shooting up onto Chris's chest and face and more than one rope that hit Gregs neck and chin. As he came Chris's legs moved off the sling and tightened around Greg but in constant movement as if unable to maintain control. Hunter couldnt tell if one was shaking the other or if both were shaking together as if they were a single unit. As Greg slowed himself down he wrapped his arms around Chris and they kissed deep. Both still shivered with periodic tremors as they made out from the intense cum they had both experienced. As Greg pulled himself from the kiss he looked into Chris's eyes again. The boy was still very high. "Fuck youre hot boy. That might have been the most cum I have ever shot at once." Chris just smiled. "You are so adorable." Greg turned to Hunter as if to seek his agreement. What he saw was cum all over the floor. Hunter had cum with the boys and shot all around him like he was trying to paint the floor with his cum. "Guess you enjoyed watching that." Hunter laughed. "That was fucking hot boys. Two boys fucking is hot. A top pozzing a neg bottom is fucking hot. But you two got me at that next level. Fuck." Greg turned to look at Chris again but was still talking to Hunter. "How did you find the hottest boy on campus? If there are anymore like him at that school...fuck youre hot." He pressed his mouth against Chris's again and their passion was just as deep as before they came. When the kiss broke, Chris spoke his first words since he came. "You would like Tyler." Greg cocked his head slightly at the statement and turned to Hunter though it wasnt clear who he was talking to. Maybe both of them. "Who's Tyler?"

Quick note about Part 7: Didnt mean to include those emojis. It was supposed to be C : without the space in between and I didnt realize the site automatically converted it to the smiley face. Sorry about that! Part 8 The three naked men moved into the bedroom with Greg holding Chris tightly to his body, one arm around the boys waist and the other caressing his chest and abs. Chris noticed that this time Hunter’s bedroom had a different set up. Where there was an open space the last time he was here, now there was something he had seen in some porn he had encountered online before: a sling. Chris never stayed very long on those clips. Those scenes didn’t appeal to him since they seemed to always take place in dirty rooms with a lot of guys who would just use the person laying in the sling like a hole and nothing more. He always wanted and fantasized about something that wasn’t just physical. The emotional connection made things more pleasurable. Chris couldn’t imagine enjoying being fucked by guys who didn’t care about who he was. He had that connection with Tyler and even though things got out of hand last time , Chris did feel like Hunter was a nice guy who would look out for him and keep him from harm. Just like last time there was a movie playing on the tv in the room and just like last time it was a group scene. This time though there was a sling at the center of the group with a young college age guy in it, legs spread waiting for one of the men standing around him to approach. As Chris watched to see how the scene would play out, Hunter brought the pipe back up to the boys mouth and lit it with the torch. Without any acknowledgment of Hunter, Chris dutifully took the hit, giving in to the high and working to get even higher. Chris attributed it to the smoking but something about this sling scene seemed to arouse him in a way that the others he saw before didn’t. An older man in the group stepped up first and stood between the legs of the boy in the sling. He bent down and began making out with the boy. There was something so intimate about this kiss, thought Chris, like they forgot theres a whole bunch of other guys around. This was something he had never seen. Something that looked like the kind of connection he wanted but in a scene with the bottom in a sling. Instinctively he began to stroke his cock which had already started to leak precum. Hunter and Greg took a moment to step back and watch. Chris didn’t even notice. Hunter loved a boy who stayed hard while getting fucked and could see from the last time they hooked up that Chris seemed to be immune to T dick. Hunter allowed Greg to make the next move. He saw how much Chris was attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be? He was no longer the boy Chris was but not yet the older dad type that Hunter was and somehow he managed to embody both in the way he looked and carried himself. Charming, confident, and just fucking hot. He moved closer to Chris who was sitting at the foot of the bed watching the tv. The older man was now fucking the boy in the sling. They don’t use condoms either, Chris thought. Is that standard? Am I being too paranoid about this? Is this my conservative upbringing trying to scare me into thinking that hooking up without condoms would automatically lead to getting sick? As the questions ran through his head, Greg nuzzled him from the side whispering into his ear. “You like what you see boy? Do you want to try a turn in the sling?” Chris hesitated for a moment but all three knew the answer. “Yeah…I guess I could try it.” “Thatta boy.” Hunter knew what Chris was responding to even though he hadn’t heard the question. He walked over to his bedside table and pulled his kit out. “Hey do you know these guys?” Just then the shot on the video had shifted from the sling to the men watching and encouraging them. Chris noticed that every one of them had the same tattoo that Hunter and Greg had. “Looks like theyre all members of your club.” “It’s a pretty big club. And its growing everyday. We all feel the importance of expanding the membership.” The next shot was an overhead shot above the sling. Chris watched the tops thick raw cock fuck in and out of the bottom and that’s when he noticed that the boy in the sling did not seem to have the tattoo. Was this the initiation that Hunter and Greg were talking about? What kind of club fucks you into being a member? Chris kept this train of thought to himself. He knew it must sound stupid and he was too high to want to work out all the details anyway at a time when a hot man was giving him this kind of attention. Greg pulled Chris over to the sling and helped him maneuver his way into it. “You comfortable?” Greg looked down to Chris in the same position that the older man in the video did to the bottom he was now fucking. “Yeah” Chris replied and brought his legs up to mimic what he saw in the boys position on screen effectively showing off his smooth hole to Greg. “Fuuuck that’s hot boy.” Greg bent down just like the older man and began to make out with Chris. Chris moaned into Gregs mouth. The need had been strong before he got to Hunters house but after all those hits he wanted so bad to get fucked again and this man was a dream come true. Greg stood back upright as Hunter moved to Chris’s side and began rubbing his chest, focusing on the boys nipples. Greg pressed his hard cock against Chris’s smooth balls. “You feeling good?” Chris turned to look up at Hunter and nodded. “Good boy. How about we turn things up a little higher?” With his lust taking over, Chris just responded softly. “Ok.” “That’s what I was hoping to hear. We just want you to feel really good.” “I feel pretty good right now” the boy smiled. Fuck this boy is adorable both the standing men thought at the same time. So innocent and clueless. “I know boy. Theres a way to get high with the same stuff but the high is much more fun if you don’t smoke it.” “What do you mean?” “If you inject it the high is even more amazing.” “You mean…needles?” “Yeah.” Hunters reply was casual. He wasn’t going to alarm the boy. If Chris said no Hunter would find a way later. Chris looked like he was trying to lift himself to an upright sitting position but he was finding it difficult. The thought of a needle seemed much more extreme to him and he felt he needed to think for a moment. Hunter placed a little more pressure on Chris’s chest to keep him down. Chris felt that laying down with his legs spread out like an invitation was not conducive to rational thinking but the high canceled out whatever strength and will he had to really push back against Hunter. The video was getting louder now as the two men fucking were moaning and grunting with the men around them getting more and more frenzied in their encouragement. The shouts of “Fuck that boy” “Get that raw cock deep” and “Take that cock boy” from the video turned out to be far more powerful than any fear that arose from the thought of needles. Chris laid back into the sling and grabbed his still dripping cock. He looked again at Hunter. With a slow nod, he whispered, almost just mouthed “Ok.” That’s all Hunter needed to hear. “Fuck yeah, nice boy” Greg said as Chris turned his attention back to the man who was beginning to use his precum to coat the boys hole. He nodded to Hunter as a gesture to get him to pass the bottle of lube on the floor. Hunter passed the bottle to Greg and then took a rubber band in his pocket and tied it around Chris’s arm. “Now I just need you not to move while I do this so we can be sure not to hurt you, ok?” “Hurt me?” “Yeah just to be sure we get the vein is all. It’s ok. I have a steady hand.” He smiled at the boy and Chris gave in. This was a man he could trust. He would do as he asked and stay still. He didn’t want to watch the needle go in so he turned his attention to the video which was getting louder by the moment. “I’m gonna cum boy” the man in the video shouted to the boy in the sling. Just then Chris felt the prick of the needle and winced. At the same time he felt Greg line the head of his cock right up to his hole. Chris couldn’t see Gregs huge cock but the top of his tattoo was visible from that angle. The men in the video only got more frantic. “Yeah gimme that load. Fucking poz me!” “Fuck yeah take my poz load boy!” Poz load? What were they talking about? They couldn’t possibly mean… Before Chris could finish the thought, Hunter ripped the rubber band from his arm and lifted it up just as Greg pushed his raw cock into the boy.

Part 6 Hunter knew he had Chris now that the top so willingly submitted to the older mans large cock. Chris got on his back after he pulled out of Tyler and lifted his legs for Hunter to push back into him. The boys were so high that Hunter didn't need to suggest anything. They would do whatever he asked. Tyler was still on his back and could feel cum leaking out of him and onto the bed. Hunter loved the sight of that small stream of cum seeping out of a just used virgin hole. He motioned for Tyler to get up on his knees. "Why don't you feed that hot cock to Chris while I fuck him? It deserves to feel the warmth of a hole too doesnt it?" The two boys looked at each other and only then realized that in all the times they had hooked up they still hadn't sucked each other. Tyler grabbed his cock and shifted his body to line it up to Chris' mouth. Chris had always pictured himself as a total top and here he was about to take a cock in his mouth at the same time that he would be getting fucked. He licked the tip of Tylers cock tasting the precum leaking out of the slit. There wasnt anything especially tasty or repulsive about the precum but feeling it on his tongue made him horny for more. He began to lap up more at the tip and then sucked in the head and then even more. Tyler almost fell forward from the shock of how good Chris' mouth felt, a new sensation that he couldnt have imagined. Watching this only turned Hunter on more. Had he known this was the first time they were sucking it might have taken him past the edge. But he had plenty motivation to penetrate Chris again. He pushed his rock hard cock into Chris and heard him moan on Tylers cock. Unlike the first time, Hunter didnt pause until his balls were against Chris' hole. There was no indication of pain or discomfort this time in Chris' response. This kid was a born bottom and Hunter was opening him up to that reality now. Tyler was kneeling at a perfect angle to see Hunters cock fucking in and out of Chris. It was the hottest thing he had seen in his life. Chris was fully hard, his big cock flopping around with precum dripping down onto his stomach. Suddenly, Tyler felt the desire to taste that cock and the precum leaking out. Hunter knew the look on Tylers face. He had seen it on plenty of boys before. "Straddle Chris' face so he can still suck on you. Then bend down and start sucking on him." Tyler understood immediately and pulled his leg over Chris' head and adjusted so he could keep his cock in the mouth that was now taking him deep. Hunter slowed his fucking down so Tyler could grab Chris' cock. Tyler bent down first looking at the thick cock that was partly inside Chris then wrapped his mouth on the warm hard cock in his hand. He didnt tentatively lick the tip first the way Chris did his. He tried to take the cock as far as he could gagging almost immediately but then building to a rhythm that made Chris moan even louder onto Tylers cock. The vibrations of Chris' moan provoked a moan from Tyler. "You boys are so fucking hot. Fuck." Hunter had seen all this go down before but something about the way these boys turned so quickly made it almost like he was seeing this for the first time. Tyler came up for air and looked up at Hunter. "Its so hot seeing your cock going in and out of Chris." Something in their eye contact in that moment made words unnecessary. Tyler just pulled himself up and Hunter used his right hand to pull Tylers head closer to him. The two started a passionate kiss. This was the first person Tyler kissed other than Chris and Hunter knew this. This boy knows how to kiss, Hunter thought. Because of the angle, Tylers cock got pulled out of Chris's mouth. Instead the angle put Tylers newly fucked hole spread the slightest bit right where his cock used to be. Just like the cock that was in his face, Chris took a tentative lick but then began to devour the hole. Tyler moaned loud and deep into Hunters mouth. Hunter pulled away to get a view of what was happening. "Oh my god that feels so good. I think I might....I....I..." Hunter couldnt see exactly what Chris was doing but he could see enough to know and it turned him on knowing that this boy was probably eating his own cum out of Tylers hole. Tyler sat fully up to give Chris deep access to his hole and grabbed his own cock as he moaned and mumbled incoherently clearly about to cum. This was too hot for Hunter and he could feel his poz cum building to his climax. "Boys Im about to cum. Fuck. Take my cum boy. Im about to flood those guts." Those last words that Tyler had never heard before were enough to put him over the edge. The thought of this stranger shooting his cum into Chris and the feeling of Chris' tongue probing deep into his hole had Tyler shooting his own ropes of cum everywhere, all over the bed, on Chris' stomach and raised legs and even Hunters chest. Chris could feel Tylers hole contracting on his tongue. Hunter shook uncontrollably as his own cum shot into Chris like a fire hose. It didnt feel like it was going to stop and he did his best to keep that cock deep in the boy for it all. When they finally untangled themselves and after Hunter slowly pulled his cock out of Chris they lay in different positions spread across the bed exhausted and spent. In the clarity of mind that had always come after shooting their loads the boys went from intense pleasure to something else. Something more worrisome. Something like guilt. Neither boy looked at each other or at Hunter. It would be too much right now while feeling this way that didnt yet have words, especially since they were both still pretty high. But Tyler and Chris knew it was time that they left. They could deal with the rest later.

Personally I love that people are highlighting the hypocrisy with their own comments. Chasing an incurable virus is somehow “hot” but when you turn the narrative to the current viral outbreak, suddenly that’s too far. this is Precisely why I wrote this fictional story.

I personally did not enjoy a PA.

It's definitely different. Some areas seem to have more PAs. Last time I was in SanFrancisco, 3 of the 18 guys who bred me over 4 nights at Steamworks had PAs. While piercings are pretty common here in Toronto, it could take 4 months to get 3 breedings from pierced cocks. Here, I find a lot of pierced guys like to "stealth" fuck with PAs, like hide it from you until it has been pounded deep inside your ass. My favorite thing is if I have a couple of loads in me and I take a pierced cock, when he pulls out mid fuck and I take his cock ass to mouth, the PA traps strands of previous guys cum from my ass, and i get to lick up the strings dripping from the PA

I wish my 7th grade gym teacher had turned me into his cum dump at the time

Now it's the leader 2 sons turn and they have bigger dicks than the leader but one does not have PA. As they are fucking me it's starting to be enjoyable as maybe it has to do with the drugs Rocky has been giving me or maybe I'm finding out that I really like this attention I'm getting. The sons are not just ramming their dick in my hole but taking their time. They take me off the bench and put me in a sling and the lights get real bright as Rocky takes a camera out. The sons are fucking me and asking how I like being their bitch and I say I love as the leader waves the cattle prod. The sons ask me if I want their POZ seed in me, I scream yes as in truth I really starting to like the feel of there dicks in me and even sucking their cum & blood off their dick as I can see the excitement in their eyes when their dicks are cleaned. I don't know how long the 3 of them have been working my hole and mouth over they tell Rocky to plug his hole and let him crash and they will be back in 2 days to see how their new bitch is doing. As Rocky takes me into another room and cleans me up with the cold water from a garden hose and I ask Rocky if I can take the thing in my ass out , he says if I do I will get zapped by the cattle prod. I feel very tired after and I just fall into the bed naked. I don't have any idea what day or time I have been here. It's now just the leader comes down stairs to see me and bends me over a bench and pulls the plug out, he says soon my hole will be ready for anything. He pulls out his dick and without anything said I start to suck it wile he fingers my hole with that burning lube but it feels good. I get on all fours on the bed, what an ass you have so just wiggle it as he just sticks his dick in my well lube hole and it's done with no pain this time and I really like the feel and something tells me to squeeze my sphincter mussel on his dick when he is balls deep. He says I'm a natural bitch as I just did it as he drops his load in me and after he pulls out without tell me I start to clean his dick. He calls Rocky to give me a heavy slam. After the leader gets finish with giving 2 more loads he tell Rocky to get on the bed and to suck my dick and never having this done to me before I don't know what to expect. I see Rocky has a cage over his dick as the leader says Rocky is a piece of shit. The lights are turned on very bright as this is going to be filmed. As I lay there Rocky starts to work his manic on my dick he is told not to let me cum as that's for his hole. I'm really liking this and as I'm about to cum Rocky stops and I'm left with a raging hard on as the leader comes over with a ruler to Measure the length and girth of my dick and goes WOW. Rocky is now on all fours and I just go over and stick the head in Rocky hole, this is feeling great as the deeper I go as I can feel this is not Rocky first time getting something up his hole. As I go balls deep he is grunting as I can feel I'm bottom out in his hole. I in a hole for the first time and the feeling is incredible as I go back and forth picking up the pace I don't want to stop but I explode in his hole and as I pull out I'm still squirting out cum as I see Rocky hole dripping cum , I'm told to suck the cum coming out of his hole. After a cool down and getting hydrated with that bad tasting water I go back to fucking and sucking my load from Rocky hole, I put another 3 more loads in RockyIts. The leader says you will be great as your dick is still hard and ready to go again. I think I spent 2 month there are the weather was turning and it was July when I was kidnapped. A few weeks I had a bad cold and Rocky said I will be ok as that is being part of the brotherhood as everyone gets it sooner or later. When the leader comes by after I’m feeling better he says we are going on a trip. They give me some jeans , sweat shit and sneakers. Its dark out side and once inside the van I'm hand cuffs to the van. The leader says they are not sure if they can trust me yet. We drive for hours and stop for gas and I could have scream but I'm starting to like getting fuck and getting a chance to get my dick in a warm hole as back at the Lake I was called a freak for the size of my dick. When we stop at the hotel the leader says someone is going to come in for a 2 hour session with me and I'm to fuck them and let them suck my dick. There is a knock on the door and this 50 year old guy at the door , he comes in and get undress and hands me $600. I put the money away as I was told and drop my jeans. His reaction to my dick was WOW that's it's bigger than in the pictures. He is on his knees in a second with his mouth work his magic and I'm hard is a second. He ask if I fuck raw or safe only and I'm not really sure so I just say anyway you want. He say great as he like it raw. He breaks out a syringe and injects his arm and ask if I want any. I don't as I told him I'm working and have to stay hard. I go right to work and can feel that he has a well used hole as l slip right in without to much effort. I slow fuck him as I want to enjoy this as much as I can. I can feel by the motions of his body he is also having a good time and as I'm about to cum he is squeezing my dick and he is trying to get all of the load in his hole. As I pull out he turns around and his mouth is on my dick and doing a nice job of cleaning it. In the time I was with him I gave him another load and when he left I was given an extra $100. That day I fuck 3 more guys and 2 of they gave me extra money. The leader came in after the last one left and took the money and without a question I gave him the extra money. He said good boy as he has 1 more for me but my dick is raw, he says you won't need my dick but my hole. This customer will be with me for the rest of our stay in this hotel. He comes in with a few bags and a portable sling. He is maybe 30 and not bad looking. He starts to kiss me after I get out of my clothes as he is on leather chaps and wants me in the sling. I was told he is going to slam me and as he does it's a heavy one and this stuff is real strong. He kept me hydrated with good G. First he fuck me with his nice size dick. Then he put on the bed all sorts it toys some I have seen but most I have not. He takes his fingers and starts to probe my hole first 2 fingers then he picks up a metal spreader with this stringy lube and puts it in my hole real slow till it's all the way in. He is stroking my raw dick but everything is feeling great between the slam & G and how my hole is feeling as he keeps turning the screws to open me up more. He says he like opening young boys holes and making them his puppets. I'm having a good time as I'm getting into this as he pulls out the metal device out and wants to see how ready I am after he gives me another slam & some more G.

Part 3 As we pull up outside the house the front door opens and he steps out into the sunshine. Wearing shorts and a tee shirt he has an air of confidence about him as he walks to the car. His hair cut short barely revealing the salt and pepper hues, his body firm and trim. His shorts reveal the outline of his cock swinging as he walks. I decide there and then I made the right decision. With some nervousness I open the car door and stepped out into the heat. Pete walks over and without a word wrapped his arms around me and gave me a lovely bear hug. "It's so good that you're here, sorry I couldn't be at the airport to pick you up, I hope Steve took care of you?" "Oh yeah he took great care of me". He nodded and winked. "Come into the house, let's get you settled in" I told him I'd get my stuff from the car. "Don't worry, Steve will bring your bags in and unpack for you. Steve is my personal assistant, if you need anything and I'm not around you can ask him for anything and he will sort it for you, and I mean anything" Once we're inside the cool air of the house Pete grabs me and kisses me with a passion I haven't experienced in a long time, his tongue explored my mouth, I could feel his hardon pressing against me, I nearly dropped to my knees right there. He reaches round and with both hands grabs my arse and continues to kiss me. He pulls away from me "You must need to freshen up, come on". He steps away so I follow him through into a huge living room, tastefully furnished and airy. Down into a long corridor lit by a glass roof, it should be so hot but the air con manages to keep the house silently cool. Turning left we enter a bedroom with little furnishing other then a big bed, a cupboard and bed side tables. Off the bedroom is a huge bathroom. I see my toiletries have all been unpacked for me already, a little odd but I guess it's something I'm just not used to. Pete reaches in around the frosted glass wall of the shower and presses a button and multiple jets spray water in ever direction. "There you go, take your time, no rush. When you're finished come and find me and we'll have a dip in the pool". Giving me another deep kiss he leaves the room. Quickly I get my clothes off and step into the shower, the warm water soaks my hairy body quickly and feels so good after the long journey. I notice the douche nozzle hanging in one corner above the open drain, not knowing what's next I decide to make use of it. I turn around and back into the corner, checking the water coming from the nozzle I find its a perfect temperature so I aim it at my hole and slide it inside, the pressure builds so I pull it out and squat over the drain and let the water out. Repeating the process a few times I decide I'm clean and push the last drops of water out. Seeing my shower gel on the tiled shelf I start to soap myself up and enjoy the experience. I soap myself up again paying special attention to my cock and arse, the earlier booty bump making me enjoy it more than normal. Without warning I feel a hand run along my arse crack grazing over my hole, I shudder and let out a little moan. Strong arms wrap around me from behind and a voice whispers in my ear "I couldn't wait" His hand reaches back down to my soapy arse and slips a finger inside me, his hard cock pressed against me. "Hold on". He steps away and switches off the shower, disappears for a moment and comes back with a pipe, obviously packed with Tina, he sparks up the lighter, and hands me the pipe. I put it to my lips and he holds the flame under the bowl, as the smokes starts to creep out the top "breath in deeply and hold it until I tell you boy". The smoke fills my lungs and I hold it there. "Ok boy, let it out". A big white cloud surrounds us both before fading away. Three more hits like that and my buzz is getting higher. Pete firmly turns me around so I'm facing the wall and reaches between my checks again, every time he touches my hole it's like an electric shock. Taking a handful of gel he soaps my arse up again and caresses it so gently. I put my hands up against the wall in front of me and start to moan and then I start to beg, I need to feel Pete inside me. The Tina has really hit now, my whole body is alive with the stuff. Pete gently spreads my legs with his foot and I have that sensation that my hole is now exposed, "please fuck me" I sob. "Ok boy, as you ask so nicely". He wraps one arm around my neck and I feel the other hand go down to his cock, using one finger to guide it to my hole he rests the head at the opening, very gently he pushes his cock against my hole, the soapy suds let the head of his cock slip in easily and the head passes into me. Oh fuck, at last I have him in me, I've waited so long and now he's finally in my cunt. I want him to give me all of it but he just holds it there, his arm firmly around my neck, his other hand playing with my soft cock. "You want more ?, tell me how much you want it boy, persuade me to give you more" "Oh please, fuck me. I've wanted you for so long, please don't make me wait anymore. Please.........I want your cock so much.........I need you inside me..........please I'm begging you" "Good boy". And with that he slams the rest of his cock deep into my guts, pushing hard against my cheeks, almost knocking me off balance, even tho he's already all the way in he gives another hard shove that's make me almost cry out. My brain is on fire, all I can think of is the naked head of his cock rubbing my insides. You see bareback fucking isn't just a choice for me, it's a fetish, an utter obsession and that obsession is heightened even more when I'm on t. The thought of those little drops of precum oozing straight into my arse drives me crazy, skin on skin nothing between us, just as nature intended. Slowly and steadily he grinds in and out, sometimes all the way out sometimes just a little. The sensations in my hole are electrifying, I'm vaguely aware of us both making animalistic noises, but most of my mind is on his raw cock and my hole which not an hour before was taking shards of crystal, one thing I did know, I wanted more of both. I reach round with one hand to try and touch his cock, to touch a cock that's fucking me blows my mind, to feel it naked as it fucks into me, to feel the skin, every curve and contour slipping through my fingers into my arse. Pete pulls all the way out and the head slips between my fingers, I grip it at the entrance to my world and he pushes back inside. He repeats this for ages, getting the sensation of both my hand and my arse, I grip it even tighter. "I've been saving this load for two weeks boy, I'm not gonna last long, you want it ?" "Oh fuck yes please daddy, give me your spunk, make you yours" "You've been mine a long time, ever since I started manipulating you to come here, I've had this planned for months". With that he pulled my hand away and starts fucking me harder. Resting my head against the wall I reach back with both hands and spread my cheeks for him so he can get even deeper. I'm moaning like a fucking whore and then I hear Pete start to moan louder, his pace quickens and I'm sure I can actually feel his cock get harder. He's almost screaming as he slams into me and I beg him to cum, his cock starts to spew inside me, filling my guts with two weeks worth of spunk. He doesn't lose his pace at all, I know his cum is filling me up and being churned up and pushed deeper with each thrust. He begins to slow and finally he pulls his cock out, my hole suddenly feels incredibly empty and I sob a little as his cock finally leaves me. "Feel empty boy? I've got something for that". He pulls away and slips something inside me which makes the empty feeling a little less. He leads me from the shower and as I stand in front of the mirror I notice a black rubber tail poking out between my butt cheeks, I've give it a little flick and he smiles a wicked grin at me.