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CH. 2 "Nico is a Cheating Whore" *** Omar tightened his embrace around Nico as they laid on the sofa together in the living room of Omar's apartment. "You know how much I love you, right?," Omar asked softly. "Of course, babe," Nico replied, clasping his hands more tightly around his boyfriend's muscled biceps. Nico closed his eyes as Omar's warmth enveloped him. Nico felt Omar's load soaking into his sore hole as they both lay together naked in their post-sex haze. There was a special kind of sting to the feeling of a man's cum soaking into his roughed-up hole that Nico just adored. He held tightly to Omar's arms. "Omar, I'm so glad I found you." "Me, too, babe." Omar planted a kiss on Nico's cheek, lingering just a beat longer than usual before pulling his lips away. It was such a sweet salve to Omar's aggressive sexual hunger that he could be so attentive and endearing in this way. The two continued laying there until Omar's phone lit up. He picked it up from the coffee table. "Luciano says they're getting ready to leave," Omar said, squinting at the brightness of the screen. Nico sat up. "Okay. I'll go shower." "Alright, but no aborting my offspring in there. I'm not done with you tonight." Nico laughed, shaking his head in feigned disapproval. "Of course not, daddy." Nico clenched his hole a little tighter just to be sure Omar's load stayed inside him as he stood up from the couch and headed to the bathroom. Omar's older step-brother Luciano was coming with his wife Elena to meet Nico for the first time. Months of Omar's endless bragging to Luciano made the occasion feel well overdue even though their relationship was still only six months old. Omar had been looking forward to having his step-brother finally meet Nico. Omar got up, headed into the kitchen, and lit the stove. * * * "You almost done in there?" Omar shouted through the open bathroom door. "Luciano just texted. They're looking for parking right now." Nico shut off the shower and stepped out, hearing the urgency in Omar's voice without actually being able to make out his words over the sound of the bathroom fan. His eyes darted around the bathroom. "Where are your clean towels?," Nico belted. "Shit," Omar muttered to himself, then shouted in reply, "We just used the last clean one after I fucked you." "Well, can you at least hand me that one? All of your cum ended up inside me anyway." "Okay, babe. One second. I need to turn down the stove before the food burns." Omar bolted over to the kitchen just as the sound of footsteps gathered outside the apartment door. The doorbell rang. Omar dashed over to his bedroom, grabbed the towel, and hustled it over to Nico. Omar turned around to open the front door, leaving the bathroom door ajar in his wake. "Hey, Omar!!," Luciano nearly shouted. "Lucho!," Omar replied, cracking a large smile. Lucho was Omar's nickname for his eldest and only step-brother Luciano. Luciano threw his arms open and wrapped them around Omar's broad shoulders. "Come on in, you two!," Omar glowed, as he patted Luciano in return and gave his wife Elena a kiss on the cheek, asking, ¿Elena, cómo estás? "How's my little brother?," Luciano asked, smiling widely as the two entered and removed their coats. Nico, meanwhile, found himself in a bit of a bind. He was stranded on the opposite side of the apartment from where he left his clothes at the foot of Omar's bed. He stood dripping in nothing but a post-sex towel behind a half-closed bathroom door with his boyfriend's family standing between Nico's clothes and his naked body. He decided to hang tight behind the door until he could get Omar's attention. "Let me go grab you guys a drink," Omar offered as he headed back into the kitchen, barely hearing whatever it was that Elena started saying to Luciano. "I'm going to run to the restroom real quick," said Luciano. Nico panicked as the door swung open, but Luciano's eyes were glued to his phone screen as he walked in and closed the door behind him. "Oh, sorry!," Nico blurted, not knowing what to say in such a situation. "Oh shit! You scared me," Luciano responded as he quickly looked up and thrust his phone quickly into his pocket. "I'm so sorry! I was just showering before you all arrived and didn't realize that I had left my clothes on the other side of the apartment until you came in." "Well, this is an awkward way to meet!," Luciano laughed as he unbuttoned his pants and turned around to face the toilet. "So I take it you're this Nico I've been hearing so much about?" Nico could hardly believe Luciano was striking up a conversation as he was about to take a piss with Nico just behind him. The sound of Luciano's piss plunging into the toilet gave Nico the impression that Luciano was draining a mighty cock, but with Luciano's back to Nico, the goods were out of sight. "Excuse me for just one minute," Luciano said, putting his member away and zipping up his pants. Nico found it curious that Luciano would excuse himself so late in the process. "Sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Luciano. It's so good to finally meet you." He extended Nico the same hand that he had just used to shake his cock dry. Nico, more steadily than seemed suited to his state of astonishment, extended his hand in return, hoping some remnant of the scent of Luciano's manhood might rub off. "I'm Nico." They shook. Nico balled up his hand as he withdrew it. Nico's cock began to stir under his towel. He wondered if Omar knew Luciano was meeting Nico like this. "I was trying to avoid walking out there looking like this when I heard you all arrive," Nico offered. "I forgot my clothes in Omar's room, so I was stranded in here." "You sure you want to change? What, this outfit doesn't suit you?" Luciano winked and gave Nico a slap on the shoulder before turning to the sink to wash his hands. "I'm just messin' with you! Hey, I'll go grab you your clothes and bring 'em over." Nico felt anxious. How was Luciano so relaxed like this? What would Luciano's wife think when she saw Nico step out of the bathroom after her husband? Nico closed the door behind Luciano and immediately unballed his fist. He lifted his opened palm up to his nose and inhaled slowly. Nico's cock began to stir under the towel as his nipples hardened. The thought of having Omar's step-brother's cock smell on his hand was making his heart pound and his thrashed hole pucker. Luciano returned with the clothes and knocked on the door. Nico cracked the door open expecting to be handed his clothes only for Luciano to push his way in, closing the door behind him. Is this just how things go with this guy?, Nico thought. An excitement stirred in Nico's belly as he wondered whether Luciano was merely playing naive. Nico took a second look at Luciano's figure. He looked to be a couple inches taller than Omar, and while his shoulders and upper back were not nearly as developed as his younger step-brother's, Luciano's pecs could leave an Olympic athlete jealous. Luciano's nipples pressed through the fabric of his shirt. "Thank you," Nico said, smiling for the first time since their bathroom exchange began. The way Luciano was standing looked as though he was settling in, rather than just dropping the clothes off. "You know that I can smell my little brother's cum inside your pussy, right?," Luciano said. Nico's heart skipped a bit. The mouth on this guy, he thought. Luciano walked right up to Nico's face and leaned into one ear, suddenly dropping his gregarious affect: "Now why are you trying so hard to make me cheat on my wife, boy?" Nico felt anxious and aroused in equal measure. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Omar, but the more he thought about the succession of boundaries that Luciano, the bolder Nico felt about taking the risk. Luciano lifted his thumb and index finger to his lips and wet them with his tongue all the while never breaking eye contact with Nico. Luciano reached over and gently pinched the very tip of Nico's left nipple, clenching it between his fingers with the kind of precision of a chef applying the finest detail to an exquisite feast. Nico exhaled deeply. His hyper-sensitive nipples made his inner whore rage with lust. His heart was pounding. The whole situation felt so wrong, and yet he longed for it. Craved it. Applying a subtle pressure, Luciano twisted his fingers around Nico's nipple, somehow never once brushing his areolae. The skill it demonstrated was so apparent that Nico imagined a long and storied sexual history stood behind it. This wasn't just play: it was craft. Holy fuck, he thought, as if gazing into an abyss that he barely understood. Nico's cocked throbbed, lifting open the towel. "Looks like my little brother's new boy understands what's about to happen," Luciano said, a little louder than seemed prudent. His expressions were more serious now. That charismatic smile that had been beaming at Nico in the mirror earlier had now given way to an unsettlingly intense focus. Nico's sore hole pulsed. His ass crack started to feel slick, and those two tiny points of contact on his nipple left his body feeling electrified. He needed to feel a man's raw cock sliding inside him fast. "Won't they hear us?," Nico whispered. His erect cock head came into contact with Luciano's left thigh, just above his knee. The texture of his jeans against Nico's cock head felt momentarily divine. "Of course they will," Luciano whispered back. The butterflies in Nico's stomach were almost overwhelming. His nervous system was lit up like a carnival at night. Nico was in heat, and his hole -- cum-slick from Omar's cock onslaught earlier -- wanted to swallow whatever beast was lurking in Luciano's pants. Nico reached down and unbuttoned Luciano, revealing a dark bush of spiraling black hair and the thick veiny base of Luciano's dick shaft. No underwear, Nico thought as he considered whether this meant Luciano had arrived for tonight prepared to devour something more than just dinner. Nico gently pulled down at the base of the open fly, cupped his right hand, and slid it smoothly underneath the back side of Luciano's warm ball sack. With deliberateness and care, Nico lifted Luciano's snaking, eight-inch, uncut python of a cock and his bulging ball sack out of their denim confines. Luciano was engorged but not yet fully hard. A sticky swell of precum was dripping from the opening in his foreskin. Nico removed his hand from behind Luciano's nuts and reached back behind himself, lifting his hips on the right side to let him reach his hole. Luciano watched Nico's near-useless towel drop away, revealing a pair of cum gutters as defined as Luciano's surging pecs. Nico pressed his index and middle finger into his hole, parting his pussy lips. He swirled his two fingers around in his cum-soaked anal cavity. Omar's seed felt runny and almost hot as some of it began to trickle out of Nico's hole and down into his cupped palm. Careful not to let any more cum out than he could keep in his hand, Nico carefully pulled his fingers out of his hole, and gently carried his cupped hand with a small lake of Omar's DNA around to Luciano's rising manhood. Nico turned his hand over slowly, drizzling Omar's cum up and down the length of Luciano's dick shaft. Nico's left hand spread the liquid cum-glazing evenly over all sides of Luciano's now fully erect meat club as the smell of semen filled the bathroom. The expression on Luciano's face looked like an admixture of shock, anger, and fascination. "My little brother found himself quite the little piggy this time," said Luciano. Nico's ears perked up at the "this time." "You want to fuck your brother's cum back into me?," Nico offered almost matter-of-factly as he turned around and arched his lower back, presenting his pale, gravity-defying meat bubbles to Luciano's voracious gaze. With nothing but his cum-shiny manhood exposed, Luciano moved in on Nico's fully naked body. Luciano's fully engorged cock head, which reeked of Omar's sperm, was now peaking out from his foreskin. He pressed his cock head against Nico's slippery, moist hole. Luciano's head easily parted Nico's cum-fragrant outer hole. Luciano slowly tucked his pelvis to press his veiny 8-incher deeper into Nico's silky warm insides, bending his knees to get himself fully underneath the little slut's fuckchute. Nico gasped briefly as felt the pressure of Luciano's raw cock against Nico's ass walls steadily get more intense. On top of the sheer force of this new raw dick penetrating him, Nico's hole still felt tender from the ravaging he'd received from Omar. "You neg, cutie?," Luciano asked sweetly. "Yes," Nico replied, trying to keep his focus on the intense pressure Luciano's cock was creating as he pushed into Nico still deeper until finally bottoming out inside Nico. Nico let out a brief moan that was louder than intended. "You on prep then?," Luciano continued. "No," Nico replied, trying to control his breathing as Luciano started pressing a little harder against the back of Nico's rectum, sending increasingly intense shockwaves through his tightly closed second hole. "Good boy," Luciano whispered approvingly, as he began churning his step-brother's DNA inside Nico's chute. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered as he tried relaxing his tender hole, wondering when it would adjust to the punishingly large raw dick in him. A small amount of cum trickled out of Nico and down Luciano's dick shaft. Luciano felt the trickle of his step-brother's cum trickling down his nuts as it turned cool. "There's nothing I love more than sliding my cock into a fuckchute that my little brother has already nutted in. Fuck that's a wet hole." Luciano pulled out and slammed his cock into Nico's sore rectum, demanding that his still-hesitant second hole yield to the full length of his fuck tool. "Aaaaah!," Nico let out as he felt Luciano's cock ply his second hole fully open. Concerns about keeping quiet suddenly became just a memory. Luciano pulled Nico's hips forcefully onto him, holding that second hole open for a moment as he tried to hold back his inevitable orgasm. "Holy fuck!," Luciano grunted as his nuts began pulsing and his sperm was sent flooding deep into Nico's guts. Luciano shuddered, his eyes tightly shut, as he continued unloading in Nico's used pussy, which was now fully slathered in a mix of family cum. Nico felt a deep, guttural excitement as he thought about how slutty he had been to let Omar's 41 year-old step-brother fuck an unprotected load into Nico's pre-loaded hole while Nico's jealous, protective boyfriend Omar was made to listen to it all in his own apartment. Luciano's orgasm reached its end. Nico felt thoroughly full, even as Luciano slowly began withdrawing his raw monster from the young jock's cum-soaked insides. God, it hurts even as he pulls out, Nico thought, though still he somehow relished the sting he felt as Luciano's cock easily slid past the fleshy walls of Nico's silky rectal cavity. "God," Luciano's interjection broke the post-sex quiet that suddenly made the whir of the bathroom fan more pronounced. "It's going to be fun putting you in the stable at this year's family reunion," Luciano said as he caught his breath. Nico felt his stomach flip. "Family reunion?"

So Ive been horny has hell, visiting home for the holidays and just got out of a very sexually dissatisfying relationship (sex once in four months! It was awful) and worked up the courage to try something I’ve wanted to for a while now, spend a day going around and taking loads. I love feeling like a slut, feeling used and like a fuck toy for cock, and after watching enough cum dump and gang bang porn I decided to give it the good ol college try. Didn’t set out for it originally, but found the first guy and kept going. first guy was really close by, very beefy muscle with a nice thick cock, a total dom daddy ready to use his boy. We spent a couple hours together, wherein he bred me, fed me a load, and stuffed four fingers in my sloppy pussy. Also used a nice set of anal beads on me, left me feeling worn in and used. He choked me while he loaded me up, and was very physically controlling in an exciting way. Felt incredible and left me feeling satisfied. ……… for a while. Later than evening I kept thinking about the loads I had taken, kept talking to dudes on Grindr, and kept jerking off to men telling me how much they wanted to fuck my slutty pussy. The next guy really took control of the situation, called me and basically coached me out of my house (while my family was getting ready to celebrate the 9pm ball drop) and to my local park where he was waiting for me. There, he made me strip naked in my truck and wear a mask as a blindfold, totally exposed on a relatively busy street, all the while telling me what to do over the phone and telling me how I was gonna swallow his load. He got in the car and grabbed my head and shoved it into his crotch and I got to smell his musty cock and balls which turns me on like crazy. He pulls his cock out of the fly of his boxers and tells me to get to work, and I start working his load out of him. At the same time he makes me unlock my phone so he could read my slutty Grindr messages (I had been exchanging a lot of pics and chatting, like I said crazy horny), basically reading me begging for cock and loads while I sucked his anon cock. He was smaller, and had some trouble staying hard that made it kinda disappointing. But in the end he jerked off into my mouth and I swallowed his huge bitter load. Immediately once I was done milking it out of him he pushed my head back down and fed me another load. He called me a good boy, took my underwear as a trophy, got out of the truck and drove away. This one left me feeling really sleazy, but the thought of the three total loads sitting in my stomach turned me on. Intense experience. lastly was a guy I’d been wanting to get with for a while, a cocky dom top, tall and muscular and thick, fucking beefy bull of a man, and super hairy. Took a little convincing but he ditched a friends NYE party to feed me his load. On the way to his place I was questioning whether I should really be pursing what would be my fifth load of the day, but the second I made it through that door I knew I chose right. He was jerking on the couch, beautiful thick 7 in cock in his hand and beer in the other. He told me to get down and start servicing, so I did. He fucked my throat like a pussy for a good 45 minutes, by far the longest I’ve ever done something like that. For a while I was laying on my back while he thrust into my open throat, and on multiple occasions I would try and push him off to breath and he would just push into the hilt and keep himself there. In the end he was back on the couch, his legs around my neck and hands on the back of my head as he held his cock buried in my throat and he pumped his load directly into my stomach. Once I pulled off and cleaned his cock, he said ok you can go now and went back to watching the TV. I felt like such a fucking whore, I loved not having a choice in taking his load like that. well if you made it this far thanks for reading. I’d appreciate some advice, I’m still really new to this slut business and I worry that I should maybe ease into things more. But really I just want to keep going farther and farther. What should I do? One side of my brain is telling me to chill out, and the other is telling me to keep on taking loads. Would love to take more in my ass in the future, was just super sore from solo dildo play and the first guy. Reading that back is crazy, i can’t believe i did that lol.

Any chance your friend will share some of his blood? Asking for a friend.. 🙂

hey guys sorry for the delay but with christmas birthday (24!) and new years i was away for a bit. hope to get the new chapter up in the next day or two. thanks for all the comments!

It was still early in the night. Brandon would not be home for many more hours. Tyler laid in bed after his massive orgasm, his chest still heaving, his ribs slightly around his torso. He knew he was hot. He knew he was magnificent. As always the guilt was consuming, overwhelming, and destructive. The confusion of wanting to touch himself or open his legs up again to another man, was just indescribable. Couple that with his deep regrets towards what he was doing behind Brandon’s back, and the entire situation was practically disturbed. As the waves of guilt moved over him he felt his dick getting hard again and looking down, there between his boney hips, his dick was leaking precum. He had to stop it. He had had his fun, this had to be stopped. He had to go back to being loyal to Brandon, he had to go back to a normal life. His brain kept repeating these thoughts over and over, like on autopilot. It was almost as if his brain was setting himself to fail, juxtaposing the good side against the bad side. The more his brain thought of putting this behind him, the more he was getting turned on by thinking of falling more into it. He wanted to transcend again. Something about his father watching him was making him so disgusted he wanted to touch himself. But touching himself in the real world wasn’t going to fix the issue. He wanted to transcend, but he was stuck. Like a dam bursting, his brain snapped. Grabbing his phone he started setting up profiles and taking pictures for every cruising site and app he could find. Within a half hour his photo approvals had all come in. His profiles were simple. He knew he wasn’t the only cumdump out there, but he made it clear it wanted to be the most monstrous. And, for good measure, he said he was cheating on his boyfriend. His horniness had full control at this point. The guilt was still there, but it was driving this mentality. It was like a drug. It was accelerating the process. Multiple chats opened up. He wasn’t the only hot boy cruising, but from what he saw, he was the only super skinny smooth twink type ready to be a goddamn bareback cum dump. Men were asking him what he was into and he just continue to copy the same reply into each chat. He provided his address and it stated “Come before 3:30AM or don’t come at all”. 15 minutes later a knock at the door and it opened. Tyler was ass up on the bed, nothing on at all. He heard a grunt from what sounded like an older man, just based off the voice. “What a beautiful little faggot”, the man grunted again. Tyler just swayed his ass back and forth enticing the man. This was it. There was no turning back. He felt the man touching, no, caressing his skin like he was a trophy. The man was shaking. Tyler knew he was a prize, and the man was probably thinking he was dreaming just touching him. “Do we need to go over any ground rules or you wanna know my status or anything…” the man began to say. Tyler reached back and lined the man’s dick up to his already puffy hole and slide him right in. The deed was done. Stars flew past Tylers eyes, a million psychedelic colors flooded his vision. The pleasure couldn’t be described. The man’s dick wasn’t especially large, the pleasure wasn’t coming from the sex, it was coming from the act. Random, anonymous, unprotected, dangerous, risky sex. The man grabbed Tyler’s shoulders and began fucking him with force. “Moan for me whore, moan for me better than you do your goddamn boyfriend” The man pounded harder and harder. Tyler could feel his hairy belly jiggling as it slapped the small of his back, and he found that hot. Another milestone. Not only was he having anonymous raw sex, but now with no care as to how the man looked. He could tell the guy was fat, but he was incredibly turned on that he was letting him inside him. Tyler grinned thinking that he didn’t allow him to tell him his status. Then he became horrified, but again the guilt and the lust won over and he moved his tiny hips faster to keep up with the sicko fucking him. Door opened again, and he heard multiple footsteps enter. 2, no, 4, no wait, that sounded like 5 different men. He heard their clothes dropping to the floor as they clamored to get to his mouth with their dicks. The first dick in his mouth was pretty flacid. He looked up to see man who had to be no less than 70 years old. This immediately shook him for a moment, pulling him out of the horniness. This guy was a grandpa, was he really that fucked up. Then the wave came, and the wave was undeniable. Every single inch of his body became tingling with pleasure and as he looked at the wrinkled man, his dick became so incredibly hard and pre cum shot out of it. And Tyler sucked. He sucked that dick like he was going to marry him, like he loved him with every fiber of his being. Balance himself on one hand he brought the other up to touch that wrinkled old body. His dick pulsed in pleasure, his head was beginning to spin more and more. He was close to transcending again, but now he wanted to stay here and feel how disgusting he was. By this point Tyler’s body was being groped and caressed. He was surrounded by six men, one inside him of course. The squishing and spurting sounds from his fucking wet ass as the first man was ramping up his speed to cum turned him on more. An extremely aggressive man pushed the grandpa out of the way and slammed his big dick into Tyler’s through. He held Tyler’s head in place has he forced Tyler to deepthroat his giant rod deeper than Tyler had ever sucked. Tyler upchucked copious amounts of phlegm all over his mouth and the mans dick when he got a breather, and the man slammed even harder back into him. Tyler thought his next was going to break. Again he upchucked more phlegm and the man started smacking him a across the face. These weren’t normal sex hits, these were, ‘take my anger out on you with every force of my being hits”. Tyler’s had was slamming from side to side so fast he though his had was going to fall off. Then the slapping stopped. Slammed into his mouth again was the big dick, just as the first man was howling as he was blowing his load into Tyler. The grandpa bent towards Tyler’s ear, and while Tyler was still barely breathing from having a dick halfway down his throat, the man whispiered “Such a horrific yet beautiful thing you are doing for yourself, as you destroy your life and your relationship,” Tyler could practically hear the man grinning as he tongued Tyler’s ear. “I loved the lust you showed when you touched me. You are a truly sick boy, and I will do anything for truly sick boys.” The dick pulled out of Tyler’s mouth, and despite the goop dripping off his face, the old man leaned in and kissed him. Tyler kissed him back, but he didn’t just kiss him. He kissed him harder than Brandon, Adam, or even Jax. For a moment, time stopped. The man’s words had started and explosion in Tyler’s dick that he could not stop. Everything happened in slow motion. He felt the fire shooting up his shaft and he pushed harder and more desperately to tongue the depths of this faggot grandpa’s mouth. As he was about to cum, Tyler was able to come back to the current moment, and asked “How old are you sir?” “79 you wasteland slut,” The old man smiled, “And I am going to get you pregnant now”. As the man pulled away Tyle saw that his sagging skin had a tramp stamp. An old fuck with a wrinkled tattoo, that turned him on. When it came into view more, he say the biohazard symbol. Tyler felt the old man enter him and the room started to go dark. In the corner of the bed he saw Jax, who had appeared out of nowhere. Tyler knew he was about to transcend without his own control, and yet he was dying to be turned over on his back to make love to this new found grandpa and live up to the sicko that the man called him. Before he could think anymore he fell away from his body, as he ascended into the heavens or hells, not that he knew which, Jax was right beside him. The scene this time was black and white, himself included, he could not see any colors. Within an inch of him this time, stood his naked father and Tyler was also beautifully nude. His father began to touch his perfect body out of impulse. Jax sat in the corner with the most evil grin on his face Tyler had ever seen. “You like it,” Jax said seductively. Tyler couldn’t speak. The feelings were overwhelming. His own dad caressing him like a prize, Tyler couldn’t help but start shaking in delight. Dad began to kiss his neck, Tyler’s dick dripping huge amounts of precum, letting it all happen to him, giving in to nasty desire, sin, and hell. Tyler’s hand was caressing his dad’s massive cock, and Tyler began to faintly, very faintly, since he was so in ecstasy, mouth the words “Fuck me…..fuck me”. “Im not just going to fuck you sick boy,” Dad said, “I’m going to get you pregnant”. They exploded into a heavy embrace, their mouths insanely smashing together. Tyler’s hips were gyrating against that strong hairy body. Laying on his back, Tyler pulled his legs up, showing his smooth pussy, and as he curled his tiny toes on this size 8 feet, he whispered “Fuck me with the dick that created me”. Dad rammed into him, but they again exploded together. Tyler’s cock was having an orgasm where he kept shooting out thick loads of cum between their sweaty bodies, they were grabbing each other everywhere in such extreme lust that they looked like drug addicts. Tyler’s eyes had fully rolled back into his head, all his dad could see was white. The ramming felt like it was going to shake Tyler apart, the sweat was so intense, it looked like the two had just gotten out of the shower. “Yes…..” Jax sneered, “Yes you are fucking sick Tyler Tyler was in such a daze he was just acting instinctually and he was just mouthing, “marry me, marry me, marry me” over and over. His father began to convulse so heavily that Tyler began to snap out of his confusion as he knew what was about to happen. And he craved it. “And that will fuck you up long enough!” Jax all of sudden cried out. Snapping his fingers, Tyler fell away from the scene. Before his dad’s orgasm, before the sickest act, before they began one, Tyler screamed in horror as he watched himself get further from the scene, as he fell back into his body. The old man was fucking him like no 79 year old should have the stamina to do. Two dicks were shoved in Tyler’s mouth and he was still being groped like a trophy. “Sir tell me your name…” Tyler begged. The old man looked into Tyler’s eye, “Mack”, he stated plainly. Then he began to kiss Tyler with the fire of the sick old fuck that he was. And Tyler reciprocated. He heard utterances from the men surrounding him that he was one hell of a fucked up piece of shit, and this only made Tyler’s dick harder. Tyler was making out and making love to Mack as he rammed Tyler’s loose hole like he was making love to his dad in the transcendence. There was no difference. Truly the least attractive man there as the one that had Tyler feeling like he was in heaven. Mack leaned in to Tyler’s ear whispering to him “You know its only going go get more fucked up and twisted from here”. Mack was shaking, and Tyler knew the orgasm was close. He tried to clench his hole as much as possible to give Mack pleasure. His hands slide up and down Mack’s shriveled old body and Tyler continued to experience the most amazing sensations he had ever felt. “Time to become what you know you are meant to be,” Mack yelled, as his head reared back and Tyler’s vision went pure red.

I had to get back to Campus as i had forgotten some papers back in my practice room . Upon return there was an Security gaurd standing around in the hallway near the room i was headed to . He gave me that look we all know so well . Actually an attractive man as as well . He stood about 5'9 with a dark buzz cut and dark eyes and a sexy five o'clock shadw . He looked around 40 yrs about 240 lbs . As i walked passed him i nodded and he noodded back . I said "i forgot some notes in this room " . Luckily , the door was still unlocked . As i entered to grab my stuff he actually followed me in . I turned around and BAM ! all i saw was his buldge and thats all it took . I dropped down unzipped those black pants quicly , pulled out a thick throbbing uncut cock and put all the way to the back of my throat . It all happened so quickly . I didnt care . My cock was so hard . I pulled my shorts all the way off , still on my kneess . Thats when he pulkex me up and we kissed so deep i was in ecstasy . I reached around to his big hairy ass with both hands and squeezed those cheeks so tight he moaned in satisfaction. Thats when he gave me the clue . He arched his ass back as i was still gripping those cheeks . With my finger i magaged to massage his hole . He loved it ! . I turned hin around quickly and slid my hard cock up and down his crack . Man , guy was in heaven. I knew he was mine ! I spit down on my cock and just out the tip of my head. Right on his bussy and just swallowed it right up . His hole was so warm and moist , absolutely amazing ! I thrusted fir about 15 minutes until i finally came deep in his ass and he clenched so hard i thought he was going to bite my dick off with his spincter . Finally , he let loose and i slid out of him . My dick wet with our juices . I kneeled down and lick his hole clean then stood up still holding him from behind . He tilted 5his head back and we deep kissed , this time swapping my load into his mouth. Things happen for a reason . Ill try and forget my papers alot more 😉 Actually , as i was headed home i realized my growlr app was still on lol he had been looking at it , thats how he got me .

New Years Eve -- So just before 9pm I get a text from my special trucker friend: "Change of plans. Meet me at the Comfort Inn & Suites at the exit just west of our truck stop around 11. Company is putting me up for the night. Text me when you're close." So I got a bit more time to try to work on makeup, but didn't like how my foundation and concealer were going so I just washed and cleaned up my face and stuck to my original idea - bright red lipstick. I got in my car around 10:30 and drove east toward the exit. At the 1st Napoleon exit I stopped on the side of the highway under and overpass and texted him, "One exit away. Less than 5 minutes to see you." I waited and got a reply about 3 minutes later. "Parked truck behind hotel. Very close to door. Park near me, text you're here and I'll open the side door so you can get in. Our room is right next to it." So I got back into the flow of traffic and then off at the next exit, then headed to the motel. Sure enough his was the only truck there so it was easy to spot. I parked in a car parking spot not too far from his truck and just as I was about to text him, I saw a curtain open slightly and then a few seconds later the side door. So I looked around, saw no one was coming out and no one was around, grabbed the overnight bag I'd packed, and scurried out of my car and in through the door and into the open room door. "Baby I didn't expect you to be all dressed up, but damn don't you look hot even without long hair and, whoa you have lipstick on!" That was about all we said for the next 10 minutes as we kissed passionately - almost a replay of before. He was fully dressed when he came into the hall to let me in, but was quickly down to his boxers before I even could help him get them off. This time I could see all of his sexy body in brighter light. He has some sort of tribal tattoo in black on his left shoulder and upper arm, something tribal across his back and shoulders, what I can only describe as some sort of a bird (maybe an eagle) on his right shoulder and uppermost arm, and some sort of script writing on his left inner forearm and another tribal symbol on his wrist. He definitely stands about 6'3" without boots on, not at all good with guessing weight but for sure someplace between 200 and 250 with much of it being muscle or muscle that has lost some of its definition.Oh and the overnight bag of mine was dropped almost immediately inside of the door because he was so hot and ready for me. The room had a chair and couch on the other side of the room, but we never made it to the chair. The couch, however, was about to see some heavy duty action! Once inside the door there was a small bench where he'd dropped much of his travel bag and a bathroom across from it, then it opened into the large area with the bed right there and the TV across from the bed with porn already playing. During our kissing he told me how the company made a reservation for him at this hotel, hoping he could get there before midnight, to use for NYE and New Year's Day. They were picking up the tab for all his hard work and wanted him to rest and be off the roads during the peak time for drunks. He was supposed to check in before 10, but he called the hotel and they were okay with him being a wee bit late (10:30pm) so he'd been there getting things ready for us for almost 30 minutes. He kept kissing and moving me closer and closer to the couch on the other side of the room. He had me spread my legs wide and placed me on my knees onto the couch with my face toward the wall and body sort of slung over the back of the couch. He told me he'd been dying to fuck me so bad he just had to have me and always wanted to fuck on a couch. I just let him do whatever he wanted. I was just enjoying the attention and the passion from him, even though I never had a chance to suck his beautiful cock! On the table near the couch was a warmed bottle of lube and a towel and as soon as I was on my knees, a few swats to my ass and a few "I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby" comments later and I was feeling him pull the nylon apart and reveal my wanting hole to him. He lubed up his dick, shot some all over my hole and then entered me. As soon as he was sure he was halfway in, he grabbed the towel and cleaned his hand and then the fun began. Like before lots of grabbing and pressing on my back, my hips and my shoulder area. Gawd he was even more of an animal than last time! Everything was how "I need to fuck you so bad" and how incredible I looked in all black, especially with the heels. He kept asking what other things i had to wear and I just told him they were a surprise for later. I think that made him even more hot because he just began to slam-fuck me harder than even I'd done to any woman when fully aroused, excited and passionately wanting her. Can't say for sure he lasted 10 minutes inside me, but I didn't care. It was incredible to feel his hands on my body and for me to be nearly fully dressed as a sissy and being bred! When he finally did cum inside me I was almost sure that we'd be waking people. Come to find out his company requested he be "at the end of a hall or on a floor away from party goers so he could sleep." which turns out that was the last thing on his mind, but it was great for us with all the noise we were making. So it's now about 11:30 and we decide to take a quick shower - him first and then me so I can change. So at 11:45 I come out wearing the same heels as before, a pair of black lace top stockings, a very long and silken nightgown and the same whore red lipstick as before. He's lying in bed stroking his cock watching gay porn, so I climb onto the bed and take over after a few moments of kissing. His hands are making me feel so amazing. All I wanted to do was just get lost in this man's touch as he caressed my satiny nightgown and made me forget about everything around us - just the incredible feel of sucking on him and making him hard. Then just before midnight, he had me go over and bring the towel and bottle of lube. He worked some into my hole again, then onto his cock. This time, though, he wanted me riding him. I've only been the person being ridden before, never ridden anyone. So this was a total first. I slid down onto him and slowly worked him into my wanting ass. Right as the clock hit midnight, he reached up and grabbed me to kiss me and I felt myself release and let him in. "Happy New Year my slut," he told me as we kissed and he began to gyrate into me. Then his hands cupped my breasts and I just melted into his touch and began to ride him. I'd never felt like more of a slut than I did at that moment riding my stud's cock and hissing as he fingered my nipples and grabbed at my hips holding me tight to his incredible dick. I was fully aroused and protruding from beneath my long gown. He eyed it and lifted the hem of my gown a bit to reveal it. He wanted to watch me cum all over him as we fucked. He didn't have long to wait! Not sure how it happened but he hit my prostate with his cock and it sent a shiver of intense pleasure and ecstasy through my body. He knew he'd hit it and kept me in that spot as much as possible, trying to guide me to repeat it over and over again. He got it right, because with each hit after that I was having intense little spurts of sperm jumping from my clit and onto his abdomen. Then he just wanted me to ride him and get him off. We must have fucked for another 20 minutes before he erupted a huge stream of sperm into my ass, even more than the first deposit he'd placed there an hour ago. He got up, walked over to his bag and pulled a butt plug out and christened my ass with a few slaps of it across my cheeks and then plugged me, keeping all his warm seed in me. I kissed and licked my own sperm off his abdomen area, what was left, and cleaned him up. Then we curled up and just watched porn until I heard him fall asleep around 1am. I fell asleep too not long after. About 4am I awoke to him spreading my legs and putting them over his shoulders. He was about to remove his "seed trapper" as he called it and fuck me. I wiped the little bit of sleep from my eyes and just surrendered totally to him and his desires. Missionary style I just laid there enjoying his cock entering me, fucking me and about 20-25 minutes later cumming inside me again. This time I got up and got a warm cloth to clean him off, then came back to find him fast asleep. I went and took a brief shower with my plug back inside me and then slipped into the outfit I'd originally wanted to wear at the start of the evening, but opted to change up just a bit. I don't know why, but I had this feeling he'd be in a feisty and very horny mood and that outfit would not be seen for very long. Turns out I was right. So I put on a pair of my sexiest black pantyhose and carefully notched a very small finger hole in the ass for him to rip them open and have free access to my ass, and then notched a larger hole in front to feed my still lifeless clit and balls through to give him total access to it for teasing and tormenting it. I then put on a simple gold anklet on my right ankle I'd bought off Etsy a few months back that says "Fuck Me" on it and then set about confining my clit to its black nylon prison. I pulled down the front of my pantyhose and tried to keep calm, non-horny thoughts as I slipped my clit and balls into a silky knee-hi stocking and then carefully fed both through the small hole in the front of my hose. Just as I got both balls through I could feel myself beginning to harden, thinking about how sexy it felt confining this useless thing (at least useless to a man like my lover) and how the little hole would soon be constricting around the base of my clit and balls, making a bit of a painful sensation each time I got thoroughly aroused. It was something a dominatrix friend of mine did to me with rubber bands long ago during CBT - the more horny I got the tighter the bands and the more I had to work to loosen the blood flow otherwise the pain would become overwhelming. With my clit now fully encased and growing larger in its nylon prison, I slipped into a silky little black negligee and black lace bra, then got into a pair of black silk panties. Finally I put on my little black dress, a very short dress that landed about mid-thigh with full length sleeves and slipped back into my black hi heels. I walked back into the bathroom and put on the lipstick again and then went out to the bed area. By this time it was fast approaching 5:30am. I was so tired, but I wanted to look so sexy for him when he awoke. I finished the outfit with some gold jewellery around my neck and my right wrist and then sat down. That was the last thing I remember until around 7am when I felt the hands of my trucker on my breasts. "Oh baby you look so damn hot! Did you do this all for me after we fucked?" I started to open my eyes and reached up to cup his face, pulling him a bit closer to me. I kissed his lips and said, "Yes Daddy." He took me by the hand, twirled me around a few times to examine everything I had on, which is when I noticed the time on the TV saying it was 7:12am. "You're going to spoil me. You look almost too beautiful to fuck and ruin." I just smiled, caressed his cheek and told him, "But I'm your little fuck doll. You're supposed to enjoy the wrappings and then when you're ready, fuck the shit out of me." He crawled onto my lap and began to kiss me deeply. I lost all sense of time after this moment. I was just lost in his passion and desire to have me, and for my own to feel this way. I remember we kissed for quite a while before he climbed off and knelt on the couch beside me, pushing my head down and forcing me to suck his cock, even though I wanted to so badly. I'd say I had to have been between his hairy thick legs for at least 30 minutes kissing, licking, nibbling and sucking on his beautiful manhood and balls. He was as hard as the moment I walked in the door earlier, maybe even more so. His cock seemed to be thoroughly stretched to its limits in size and thickness. I just kept worshipping it and moaning over it as I sucked him and tasted his truly sweet precum. All the while his hands had been on my breasts, which helped to only heighten my arousal and my desire to become his whore once again. Then he somehow caught a glance of my clit - thoroughly encased in black nylon and throbbing like in the days when I used to fuck women. It'd been years since it was this large. "You put your cock in nylon?" I just smiled as I looked up into his face, "Yes Daddy." His hand caressed me and I moaned. He stroked it and precum began to ooze more onto the black nylon. "Does this make you even more horny, baby?" Again I just smiled and kept looking at his face, "Yes Daddy." He pulled away and got on his knees in front of me, spread my legs wide and got between them. He began to suck me with the nylon on. "Gawd this feels so hot!" My hands were now brushing over his salt-n-pepper stubble on his head enjoying the feel of his touch on me. "I've only done this in self play and photos. But if you like it, I'll lock myself in it each time you call me to be your toy for the night, Daddy." He went back to sucking on me and feeding my urges to mate with him even more. I was now caressing his hairy back and moaning louder as he kept sucking me. "Oh Daddy, Daddy, gawd I need you Daddy. Fuck this little whore. Please, fuck me!" He kept teasing me, sucking me and edging me close to cumming. He'd stop just as he knew I was getting to that point I might let loose and go back to kissing my breast area or kissing at my legs. "You're such a whore. You're now my whore. You are my nylon clad little fuck slut. And when I fuck you .... right now ...... you will be mine until I release you." He reached down and pumped my clit a few more times and then stood over me, feeding me his cock and holding my head as he began to face-fuck me. I just gripped his hairy ass-cheeks lovingly and enjoyed the feel of being taken, used and treated like a total whore. He pulled out of my mouth and motioned for me to get on the bed. I glanced briefly at the time - 8:27am. I got on the bed on all fours and felt Daddy come up behind me, slap my ass several times and tell me he was going to fuck me so rough. "Yes Daddy. Your whore needs to be fucked. Please breed me. Please. I beg it. Please!" He ripped open my hose from the back, pulled out the plug and flipped me onto my back. He spread my legs wide and crawled up onto the bed, pushing me backwards to give himself more room, and then put my legs over his shoulders. "Breeding happens in the missionary position, whore." He slapped my legs and then my breasts and almost looked like he wanted to strike me more. This was the first time I'd ever stared into the eyes of anyone so eager to take me like this. His passion was almost scary! "Yes Daddy, do it. Do it," I begged him, not sure if I wanted him to fuck me or keep striking me. I just knew I wanted whatever came next. What I got was beyond unexpected. He shoved his totally bare cock into me - no lubricant in my hole or on his cock, other than his cum from a few hours ago that was still there. The pain and pleasure mix was enough to make me on the edge of blacking out. I could feel my eyes roll into the back of my head and my cock go from totally hard to totally limp, then back to semi-hard in mere moments. He showed me no mercy. It was a non-stop pound-a-thon fuck my pussy took. I was crying "Daddy" over and over as he just told me repeatedly that I loved it, wanted it, needed it. He would slow for a bit to keep himself from cumming, but then would go right back to relentless pounding. If I had long fingernails I'm sure they would have left tracks on his lower back and ass. I was so wanting this. I'd never felt this much desire despite being fucked before. "Oh gawd Daddy please seed me, please, please, put that cum deep in me" I cried out. He leaned down, kissed me hard, slapped my face lightly and said, "I'll impregnate you when I'm good and ready, whore! I"m going to teach you respect for this dick and for me! Your pussy is going to ache for my dick again, and again, and again!" I just kissed him back hard, "Oh yes Daddy! Use me. Do with me as you see fit!" He went right back to pounding. By now I'd moved my hands from his body to the sheets under me, which were wadded up tight in my grip. My mouth was so open and dry by this point from gasping at every thrust I could possibly have fit two dicks into it. I still felt like I had moments where I either did or might black out, but it was the most enjoyable thing I'd ever felt. He leaned down and kissed me one more time before he pumped several more hard thrusts into my pussy and cried out "Yeeeesssssssssssss" as he came inside of me. He collapsed onto me and I just wrapped both arms and legs around him, holding him in place. He was exhausted. I was exhausted. He'd shot one very large and very powerful load into me, even more than any of our previous fucks that night or the time before when I met him. In fact, I could still feel him pulsating sperm into me after he collapsed onto me. And me? Well I had barely been able to keep track of the fact that I shot off 2 consecutive ejaculations into that nylon sheath of mine - one not long before he slapped my face and one just moments before he ejaculated into me. I have no idea how long we laid there just gasping for air and straining to find energy, but I know it had to be longer than 10 minutes. I tried to see the TV, but had no way to until Daddy finally got enough energy to move - the clock read 9:33. My lover had fucked me for well over 45 minutes nearly non-stop and definitely rang in my New Year. I didn't leave his hotel room until around 10:15, after letting him shower and then me getting a quick shower and changing into "guy" clothes.

Happy Better Next Year Everyone!!! Part 17 The next couple months just seemed to fly by. Of course, the sex between us was non stop. And we did quite a few more shows for Dante and Carlos, including my first gangbang. They got me spun as fuck and 19 guys dumped 25 loads in me that night. The icing on the cake was it ended with my first fisting. Colt did the honours, and I couldn't have been happier as I looked deeply into his beautiful green eyes through my meth and popper haze as his knuckles pushed past my sphincter and my ass lips closed around his wrist. I slipped into another plane as his big hand brutalized my prostate eventually milking an earth shattering orgasm from me. My favourite show however, was the day a local leather bar shut down for a private party and Colt and I were the guests of honour. We played two straight cowboys who wandered into the leather bar by mistake. We soon realized our mistake of course, but it was too late for us. We were grabbed and quickly shackled. Our clothes were torn from us and we were both slammed. What followed was three hours of non stop fucking. We played our parts well and fought against our captors as they strapped us down over the bar. We screamed as our "virgin" holes were ripped open by big hard man cocks. We begged for mercy and pleaded as we were raped and bred over and over. I admit it was all kind of one big blur as the men went between me and Colt, keeping our asses full the entire time. There was like 30 men there. So we had at least 20 loads pumped into each of us. The video ended with us being forced into cages for a future slave auction. It was a lot of fun, and we made good money from it. A couple weeks later it was the Friday before spring break. Colt and I had decided to take a trip to Florida and see what kind of trouble we could get into. I mean, thousands of drunk horny college boys who don't always get pussy, something's bound to happen. Especially with Colt in a pair of tiny white speedos that are practically see through advertising his huge cock and world class ass. Even straight boys wouldn't be able to refuse that! Of course, someone had different plans for us. I was surprised when I got a notice to go to the principal's office after last period, and even more surprised when I saw Colt already sitting there waiting. I got real nervous. What if someone had spotted us during one of our on campus hookups? I could only imagine what was going to happen. I didn't say anything as I sat down next to Colt. He didn't either, but I could tell he was thinking the same thing. Eventually, the office door opened and Sarge stepped out. We called him Sarge, because he had been a Sargeant in the Marine Corps before getting his teaching degree and moving up into administration. And he ran the school with military efficiency. He was both feared and respected. You did not fuck with this man. He was only 5'10", but he was jacked. I mean, I assumed he was. He always wore a suit, but you could see his bulging muscles underneath. And his steele blue eyes could bore right into your soul. They sat above a crooked nose that you could tell had been broken a couple of times, and a strong square jaw that looked like it could chew metal. He topped it off with his silver buzz cut which completed his commanding, authoritative look. The man meant business! "You may go ahead a leave Mrs. Dubois." He said to his assistant. He never used people's first names. It helped keep his air of authority. "I'll probably be with these boys for a while." Colt and I just swallowed nervously. "Yes Sir, Sarge." She said as she gathered her things. "You have a nice break now." Colt and I watched her leave before turning our gaze back to Sarge. He just looked down on us menacingly, and without a word, Colt and I stood with our heads bowed and slunk into his office. Sarge locked the door as we sunk down into the chairs at his desk. "Did I tell you you could sit?" He barked at us. "No Sir!" We both shouted, instinctively standing at attention. Sarge just silently eyed us as he slowly sat in his chair. Sweat broke out on my brow, and a quick glance at Colt, I could see it on him too. Sarge turned to his laptop and started typing. Then he slowly turned it toward us. My blood ran cold. There, on the screen, was me and Colt, in the leather bar, getting railed. Sarge typed a couple keys and the video switched. Now it was me getting fisted. Another switch and it was Colt getting gangbanged. Switch after switch revealed that Sarge had every one of our shows. The nervous sweat just poured off me. "Well, Mr. Sawyer, Mr. Collins." Sarge finally said. "It seems the two of you have the most interesting hobby." Colt and I stood there in dead silence, shaking from nerves. Sarge sat there enjoying our uncertain fear. "STRIP!" He finally ordered us. Colt and I didn't even think. We were naked in a flash, returning instinctively to attention. Sarge stood up and walked around us, taking in our young, naked bodies. He snickered as he grabbed my crotch which was locked up. Colt had put the cage on me a couple of days ago. "I definitely would have pegged you to be the bitch in this relationship, Collins." He sneered. "If I hadn't seen the evidence that you're both a couple of bitches!" He released my crotch and grabbed Colt's, squeezing it. "But you both can be a couple of bulls too. I like that." He continued. "Now, bend over and spread your legs!" Colt and I complied as Sarge walked around behind us. He licked his fingers and stuck one in each of our holes. "You sluts have pretty loose pussies already for a couple of 18 year olds." He laughed as he fingered us. "But I guess from what I've seen, it's to be expected." He pulled his fingers out and grabbed Colt by the hair, forcing him to his knees. He dragged Colt's head to my ass and pushed his face against it. "Start eating that pussy, faggot!" He ordered Colt. "Since this little bitch is locked up, I guess he's the one gonna get fucked!" My fear was gone now, quickly replaced with horny lust as it was obvious we weren't in trouble for anything. Who knew Sarge wasn into this shit too? My cock strained in it's confines as Colt hungrily devoured my hole. "That's it faggot." Sarge encouraged him. "Get that pussy nice and wet. That loose cunts not getting any other lube!" Colt doubled his effort getting as much spit into my hole as he could before Sarge pulled his head off me. "Now fuck the bitch!" He demanded. Colt stood up and placed the tip of his now rock hard dick against the pucker he knew all too well. Without hesitation, he started to pushed into me. Even with my spit wet hole hole, I was pretty dry, and it hurt. But Sarge didn't care. "Get that dick in him NOW, faggot!" Sarge yelled at Colt. Colt just grabbed my shoulders and used his strong abdominal muscles to force his cock into my defenseless hole. I moaned out in pain as Colt bottomed out in me. "Oh yeah." Groaned Sarge. "That's what I like to see. Two young bucks like you. Now fuck the bitch!" Colt gripped my shoulders tight as he started slamming into me. My eyes watered from the friction as Colt sawed in and out of me. Then Sarge pulled a little brown bottle out of a drawer and held it up to me. I was thankful as I desperately huffed the fumes which provided much needed relief to my anal passage. Soon I was moaning in lust and begging for Colt's hard fuck. "Oh yeah boys." Sarge groaned as he watched the show. I saw him pull his hard cock out and Jesus. It was huge! Not long, maybe 7 inches, but fat! Fatter than Colt's! It took both of Sarge's hands to go around it as he stroked himself. Colt was so turned on by this whole scene I knew he was about to nut, and sure enough, a few strokes later and I felt the soothing cum erupting from him, offering a little relief to my burning insides. The relief was short lived however, as Sarge made me lie on his desk with my legs in the air. He smiled as he looked as Colt's cum dripping out of my hole. "Clean his cock bitch!" He ordered as he grabbed my thighs and pressed his cock head against my dripping cunt. I opened my mouth and Colt placed his slimey cock into it right as Sarge slammed his fat torpedo right into me in one hard thrust. My scream was muffled by Colt's big cock in my throat. "Fuck yea!" Sarge grunted as he held my thighs tight and jack hammered my hole. "I love to hear my bitches scream!" My eyes filled with tears as Colt grabbed the poppers and held them under my nose. Once Colt pulled his cock out, my cries had turned to moans as Sarge pounded me relentlessly. "Oh God yes!" I moaned. "Fuck me Sarge!" I begged. "Give me that fat cock Sir! Fuck my pussy, FUCK ME!" Sarge just smiled sadistically as he brutally rammed me. Soon he buried himself in me and let out a growl as I felt his cock throb and flex as he seeded me. When he was done, he pulled out and looked at Colt, snapping his fingers and pointing to his crotch. Colt was on his knees in a flash in front of Sarge with his mouth wide open. He dutifully cleaned it all off before Sarge pushed his head back toward my hole. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." He directed Colt. "And you bitch, push those loads out!" He commanded me. I did as I was told and could feel my hole expand as it made wet farting sounds as I pushed the cum out. "Oh, such pretty pussy lips." He moaned. "So pink and puffy. Such a nice used cunt." I squeezed out all I could onto Colt's waiting tongue. After he swallowed it down, Sarge told us to get dressed and leave. As we were about to walk out the door, he stopped us. "Sawyer, Collins." He barked as he held out a piece of paper. "My place, tommorow. 6pm. Bring your football uniforms. DON'T BE LATE!" "Yes Sir." Was all we could manage to say as we left his office. That night Colt unlocked me so I could fuck him and get some release after what had happened. Then we fell asleep in each other's arms contemplating what could be in store for us tomorrow. Also, we wondered. If Sarge knew about our video antics, did anyone else?

Part 2 As with all of my Stories, this is fantasy, names have been changed, and any reference to a real person that has that same name in this story is just a coincidence. Robert swam up behind Jacob in the pool. The event was clothing optional. "Hi. I'm Robert." Jacob turned around. In front of him stood a 6'1" tall, 52y/o 340lbs Chub bear, with salt and pepper hair on his chest. Between his legs was a 8" uncut cock that was on it's own, just enough to make most sluts beg for it. Robert had something special though. He had a PA as well. "H-h-hi. I'm Jacob." He sputtered. "You are cute. Maybe I'll see you around later." Robert said before he swam off to the other end of the pool. "I hope so daddy." Jacob stood there in disbelief that his chub bear daddy god would say high to him. The disbelief changed to shock as he watched Robert swim up behind Jeremiah, wrap his arms around him, and give him a belly to back bearhug. Jeremiah had no idea who was behind him, but he didn't care. He was just glad that someone wanted to hug him. Jacob on the other hand was kind of pissed. Why was Robert hugging Jeremiah, and why didn't he get a hug like that? Jacob didn't realize that the seed of jealousy was all part of Robert's plan to make sure that Jacob got a Christmas gift that he could never return. Jacob was 5'9, 310lbs, and smooth. Most guys that like chubs would love Jacob but he was really only into other chubs like Jeremiah was. Hence why he always viewed Jeremiah has competition at events. Later that night, Jeremiah is in the play area. Up in the sling, lube packet on his belly. Hoping for another chub that was at least vers, if not a top, would come in and make him feel hot and bothered. Jacob walked in, saw Jeremiah, scoffed, and went and sat down on a bench. While Jacob was looking at the porn on the tv, Robert snuck in the room. He hid along the walls in the shadows. Enough light that you could see someone was there, but not who. Jacob walked over to Jeremiah, who is still in the sling and rubbed his belly. It startled Jeremiah, as he knew darn well Jacob wasn't the kind to like another chub bottom, plus all the stuff Jacob had said to him in the past made this especially out of place. Jeremiah didn't have to wait long to see what Jacob was up to. Jacob grabbed the lube, and then yanked on Jeremiah's balls. "You've been in the sling long enough, get out." Jeremiah, in pain, and not wanting to fight with Jacob decided to get out and inform someone about what had just happened. Robert had another idea though. He snuck back out in the shadows and waited for Jeremiah to exit the room. When Jeremiah made it outside, Robert stopped him. He could see the tears in Jeremiah's eyes. This year had been really hard on him. Finding out he was poz almost ended him, and now this shit with Jacob was pushing him to his limit once again. Robert took his hand and wiped the tears from his eyes. "It's ok. He's not going to hurt you anymore. You've been thru so much this year. Take a deep breath and let me deal with him, ok? Just head to the hot tub, and wait there, I'll be there in a bit. We will talk more there. Don't worry about Jacob, ok? I'll deal with him." Robert says as he pulled Jeremiah in for a hug. "Um, ok." Jeremiah said to Robert. He didn't really know who Robert was, but he was super sweet, and the piercing blue eyes, didn't hurt either. Jeremiah got his towel and started to head to the hot tub. Once he was out of sight, Robert put the "Closed for Cleaning" sign up for the playroom. He was about to make sure that Jacob had a night he would never forget....

Part 1 As with all of my Stories, this is fantasy, names have been changed, and any reference to a real person that has that same name in this story is just a coincidence. "Positive?! What do you mean POSITIVE??!!" screamed Jacob, at the doctor. "Well, that's what the test says. I know this is hard to hear, but it's not a death sentence anymore." The doctor tried to comfort Jacob, but all those years of teasing guys, chasing the bug, while on Prep, and telling people he wasn't on prep, finally caught up with him. Where it started Jacob has always been one of those guys that liked being in a relationship when it was convenient for him. At bear and chub events, he would be a total slut for any chubby or chubby bear guy that would breed him. There was a chub4chub that would go to those events that Jacob didn't care for. He viewed Jeremiah as competition for the chubby daddies that like to top. Jeremiah was 5'7, brown hair, blue eyes, and bounced between 320-360lbs. He has a 5.5-6"c cock. If Jeremiah got back down to his high school weight, it would probably be closer to 7"c cock. Jacob new that Jeremiah would have loved to have fucked him, since Jeremiah is Vers, but all Jacob ever did was tease Jeremiah. Unfortunately for Jeremiah, the one thing he never thought would have happened, happened. He got pozzed. He found out when he went to the doctor to start the process of getting on prep. Jeremiah thought that it was just going to be normal blood test, but the bitchy fairy of fate had other plans. (Side Note: The story of how Jeremiah got pozzed will be a separate story) Jacob on the other hand, had been negative, and taking prep. He went to several events and actually lied and cheated on his partner. They broke up because Jacob couldn't figure out what he actually wanted. Did he want a BF or just a BF in name only? It was a pattern that had repeated itself over and over. Different boyfriend, same outcome. This time it caught up with him. Jacob had run out of prep before his last adventure at a chub event. He didn't think anything would happen at the event. He was wrong though. In the shadows was chub daddy that was just his type, freshly pozzed and a super high viral load, and he had plans for payback for the way Jacob had treated 5 other people that Robert knew, including how Jacob had treated Jeremiah too. cont..... (sorry for the short part 1. Part 2 will be longer, and uncut >:})

🌳Taking Root: Part 1 - Tainted Seed☣🌱 The distinct sound that could be heard through the woods was a constant thud, heavy with force that echoed in the dark to a consistent rhythm until as one approached you could hear the panting of the jogger. Robert gazed forward with athletic determination with those forceful strides on the ground as his eyes darted left and right along the dark morning path, feeling the drive he normally did every morning. As the college sophomore encouraged his body to jog forward through the peaceful scenery he checked his watch and took note of the time. Once again he was ahead of schedule so with a slight sense of self criticism he slowed his pace; knowing that one of his favorite parts of the woods was coming up. The strikes on the ground from the joggers feet slowed to a more quiet pace and Robert’s slowing gasps filled the volume around him. Robert pulled his arms above his head to help his heart flow; his arm wiping away the sweat from his brown hair with the cold morning air chilled his skin. He slowly walked along the path, slowly rotating in a casual manner and confirmed no one else was around. He spotted the offshoot path which was flowered with orchids nearby. Robert was a bit more quick to turn his head up and down the path: ensuring one last time no one was around before he reached down and grabbed most of the orchids and slipped past the tree line to his secluded spot. Robert was a bit amazed how many more orchids had appeared to build up along the entrance path than the week before. He had found this spot a month ago when he noticed the first few orchids and it was like nature’s indication to mark an area off for him. He placed the flowers he had snatched in a pile behind the trees as he didn’t want anyone else to possibly find this spot while he exploited it’s lush private environment. And again Robert felt a ping of excitement as it seemed that the enclosure had grown more lush; the path not possibly viewable through the branches, grass and shrubbery. A grin emerged as Robert reached into his jogging shorts and felt his shaft start to firm up in his hand. The young man’s heart rate kept consistent but his heart beat started to exert a more forceful pulse as Robert started falling into that lusting focus. His other hand slowly reached up his shirt to tweak his nipple to send a slight jolt throughout his body to further encourage a quick arousal and he knew he didn’t have that much time to risk. He gazed back once more towards the entrance before he finally abandoned his sense of decency to further expose himself to make it quick. Robert yanked down his jogging shorts exposing his ass cheeks to the cold morning air which brought on even more excitement in Robert’s mind not having been this exposed before. His shaft engorged quickly as he firmly gripped his cock to encourage blood flow to fill his shaft fully. Robert closed his eyes, focused on trying to make this a quick jerk off and rushed the experience for fear of being exposed to this much. To his shock, this further cloaked Adam’s presence as the grounds keeper grinned with a corrupted smile in the dark. “You know, it’s very possible that maybe those orchids had a purpose for others and not just you young man.” The sharp disruption of sound immediately overwhelmed Robert and he froze in the dark. It took an immense amount of will to slowly open his eyes and he almost nearly screamed in shock as he saw right before him not a mere five feet in the secluded area an older gentleman leaning up against a tree, the glow from his tobacco pipe lightly illustrating his face in the dark. “I-I-” Robert stumbled as he panicked, not realizing that his shorts had become entangled with the shrubbery behind him and he gasped as he fell. The panicking young man landed hard on the ground and frantically tried to kick the shrubbery off, but eerily they were fully enmeshed even through the fabric and he was forced to kick them off and rapidly tried to get up. He turned to head back towards the path but felt a tug on his shirt yank him back and he fell yet again on the ground. On his back the air was knocked out of him and he coughed before a strong hand covered his mouth and he nearly screamed as fear fully overwhelmed him. He was exposed waist down, to a stranger in the woods, and yet what shocked him even more was the stranger gestured to his groin and they could both see that Robert was still fully erect. “You need to calm down, bud.” Adam grunted as his hand firmly stayed placed over Robert’s lips. “The only thing you’ve done wrong so far is ruin the Orchid’s that mark this area…what makes you think this spot is entirely for you?” Robert could feel the mature hand that had a lingering earthy scent loosen it’s grip but not fully release it’s captor to where he could talk. “I’m so sorry, I’ll never do this again. I didn’t mean to destroy the flowers, I just didn’t want to shock anyone else that might come here- The glow of Adam’s pipe increased as he took a puff before he removed his hand and blew a cloud in Robert’s face. The smoke overwhelmed the young man and he was prompted to try to cough but it just numbed his panicking senses in an anomalous way. He suddenly felt Adam’s other hand firmly grab the younger man’s shaft to let the combination of smoke and sensation fuse into Robert’s consciousness. “The only one that appears to be shocked is you bud. Need to figure out not to be so selfish and realize that the park is for everyone’s enjoyment.” Robert’s eyes gazed out as his head fell back onto the grass and he felt his cock start to leak in it’s massage. His heartbeat slowed to a more erotic beat as lust and curiosity started to seep into control over the shock and fear. But those still had a grasp initially as the young man suddenly tried to snap into reality. “No no, please, we shouldn’t. We could get caught-” Again the older gentleman took a puff from his pipe but this time fully kissing Robert and filling his lungs. Robert’s consciousness finally was void as the substances overwhelmed his sense of precaution and the young man started to kiss back. The smoke triggered endorphins and primal sensations almost with a numbing effect; urging Robert to enjoy this sudden bliss exclusively. Little did he know that these inhibitions, while entirely natural, were not at all common. Adam’s boldness grew vigorously malicious with intent. He grabbed Robert’s hand closest between them and brought it to his own groin, revealing that he’d had his shaft out his overalls the entire time and was surprised when Robert instead of stroking it leaned forward to enjoy a taste. An eager tongue slid under the shaft before lips enclosed it and a satisfying groan escaped the man’s throat. He succulently indulged in this primal urge and Adam got in a more comfortable stance letting go of Robert’s shaft as the young man slowly stroked himself. The groundskeeper grinned with ardent joy with Robert’s newly discovered desire as his cock firmed up fully in the young man’s mouth and started to secrete a natural but not quite ordinary fertile seed. Robert could taste the precum start to seep out of the stranger’s shaft and shudders erupted out of the young man as it tasted like sweet, earthy sap. He rolled his eyes, sucking more intensely to indulge in this taste and soon it encouraged a steady flow while his throat grew more accustomed to the length; passing deep into his throat but the exceptional seed had numbed his throat to avoid gag reflex. “Tastes pretty damn delicious doesn’t it, bud?” Adam chuckled and he could see the jogger falling into a heavier daze as he guzzled the hypnagogic jiz. Robert felt spontaneous shivers and trembles ripple throughout his body. He had even abandoned his own shaft with the sweet taste too good to resist fully enjoying it. The effects of which were starting to corrupt Robert’s sensations even further and without a second thought he would disregard any normal doubts. “I think you’d really get a thrill climbing my tree trunk huh bud?” The jogger sheepishly grinned, almost in a foggy state as the sap continued to numb his inhibitions and mental precautions. He slowly rolled over as Adam got up and sat on the ground, his fertile shaft fully stemming a strong erection high as tainted precum drooled a slick natural flow in what little starlight shined through the shrouded area. Without any second thought or hesitation, Robert mindlessly in a slight catatonic state straddled his new found fuck friend before impaling himself rather easily onto Adam’s shaft as if by instinct. The altered cum served well in copious amounts as a slick substance until the friction started to stick to the inside lining of the younger man’s ass. As he humped, Robert found it slightly difficult to fully pull off more and more so; initially displeased with a near dunce whine. It wasn’t long before Robert was cooing before shrieking a sharp gasp clutching the nearby ground. He felt Adam’s shaft grow thicker in girth at the base to seal his hole tight. Once the shaft had engorged in width it started to pulse and grow in length; snaking deeper within the jogger than any other man could possibly go. Drool slowly streamed past the catatonic lips with Robert almost fully under the numbing effects from Adam’s mutated pre-cum penetrating deep within him and the discharged substance spreading out before coating his insides and saturating the muscle tissues harshly and invasively. The tobacco pipe glowed deep red, eerily bringing detail to a devilish grin in the dark that normally would have creeped Robert into terror but any precautionary inhibition was absent with the toxins and viral strain pouring into his blood flow and starting to mutate his cells. “Hehe, got an eager sprout now don’t we?” Adam firmly grabbed onto the new converts waist as he focused the shaft to grow further to the most he could muster. He could feel his dick sliding ever further deep into the core of the young man’s body. He could feel his slick toxic precum coat the insides with an increasing fluid slickness that started to make him shudder. He had thought to just get off by encouraging a mutual jackoff with the frequent jogger. But when he saw Robert disrespecting nature’s growing abundance which was encouraging this act; he knew he had to inspire the miscreant to better understand the vegetation. How it encouraged him to be a bit frisky and transparent in exposure. How it celebrated in essence the bliss he was about to feel as Adam gasped; feeling his nuts pull up and start pumping toxic mutated cum down the length of his shaft. “Here’s your fuck seed up your cunt! Can’t wait to see what fruits you’ll help bear with other visitors!” Adam called out feeling his orgasm echo down his shaft and unloading into the young convert. He had wondered what the effects of his cum would be since he had suffered from a freak accident with an experimental fertilizer “donated” from a company close to the city board members. Despite his criticisms on how it was delivered, he found himself directly exposed and was hospitalized from the immediate toxic effects. But after recovering he started to notice a sensational “bond” with the plants in the woods….and it seemed to echo even moreso when he realized he’d run out of his HIV meds and his viral load increased through his system. “Ah well, What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and I’m not likely to hear criticism out of you sprout.” Adam reflected looking up at his new convert. Robert looked down in a blissful state and grin, slowly his eyes turning green and casting a mirrored glow as his body succumbed quickly to the sensations of the mutated virus. Adam slowly rubbed the young man’s cheek, feeling his shaft slowly die down to where he could start to slip out. As he leaned forward, he kissed Robert deeply and felt a resembling tingle in tasting the saliva in his mouth before numbing but only briefly as he was immune of course. Robert stood up, toxic fertile cum dripping out of his hole in his easier going oaf state. He looked at the shorts he’d worn coming in and stood a bit dumbfounded wondering what he was supposed to do with them as they were tangled and practically ruined in the thorns that had snatched them. “Well, you took a long enough break jogging, if you catch up maybe you can run home quickly to avoid seeing another jogger this morning….or hopefully spot another jogger so they can try that hole out too. Just remember not to damage mother nature’s markers for these “discreet” areas to get fucked in your hunger for fun.” Robert didn’t look back at Adam as he simply started jogging back to the opening he’d come through earlier while it seemed to reactively part ways for him. Once again the glowing red embers reflected a mischievous grin on Adam’s face as he slowly rubbed his half hard cock. “Glad he takes to nature so fast!”

Bi-the way…… I have always considered myself tolerant of guys who were not like me, straight, especially when one of my best friends came out to me my senior year in high school. We had been planning to room together in college and his news didn’t change my mind. In fact I was somewhat intrigued at the thought of having a gay roommate. We never did anything with each other and had our own friends. One of my other friend said he knew two roommates who were bisexual, and he thought they would go out with us and we’d have a good time. They were very sexual and it would be easy to score some college pussy off these girls. We planned an easy evening and ended up in the girls' one bedroom apartment off campus (It was apparent the girls slept together all the time.) We were drinking all night long when one of the girls pulled out a strange glass pipe and began smoking some strange white crystal. The girls remarked the crystal really got them horny with the intense desire to be fucked. At first I was reluctant to indulge, but my friend lit up and exhaled a big white cloud, handed me the pipe and torch, grunting I’d love the feeling of fucking on this shit. I decided 'what the hell', lit the pipe and took in a big hit. After that we got down to business. We were all kissing and peeling off our clothing as the first hit affected me in a positive way. We all kept smoking as we kissed, licked, sucked and eventually fucked. Both girls were hot and my bud and I took turns fucking each girl. Then something strange happened. I was eating one of the girls out when I started getting the best blow job of my life. As I paused in eating the pussy, the second girl kissed me, leaving me wondering in my drugged-up mind, who's hot mouth was on my hard cock. You guessed it: looking down I saw my buddy sucking my cock. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed. "Oh, I didn't tell you - I'm also bisexual," he remarked and then went back to servicing my my cock. One of the girls urged me to take another hit from the pipe. One hit turned into five big hits. While my buddy sucked my cock one of the girls began to lick my ass. This was also a new sensation for me and it drove me crazy. I quickly shot my load down my buddy’s throat as the girl kept sticking her tongue deep inside my hole. I zoned-out in pleasure, and when I began to resurface, I found my buddy was crouched between my legs, face to face with me. Looking into my eyes he asked "Enjoying yourself?" "Hell, yeah," I groaned in replied, whereupon I received my first man to man kiss. His hard cock was also prodding my soaked hole. For some strange reason I can’t explain I let him continue and the tip of his hard cock penetrated my virgin ass. There was a noticeable pain as he started to breach my hole. He seemed to know I was in some discomfort as he broke our kiss instructing me "Breathe in deep, breathe with my cock," adding "Give this a minute or so - I'll stop if you want, but within a couple of minutes I would think you'll be begging for me to fuck you." As he anticipated, gradually my ass relaxed and my buddy was able to slide his entire eight inch rock hard cock deep into my (formerly) tight ass. When he reached full depth he began to slowly rock in and out as he gave me another kiss. This time I let his tongue enter my mouth. While his kiss had me slightly distracted he began to slowly pull out and slide back in. While he began to slowly fuck me, the girls were making out and 69’ing eating each other’s pussies. I’m not sure when it happened but my friend stroked my hard cock telling me "It looks like you are really enjoying being fucked." He wasn’t kidding, as he fucked me all I could do was moan and grunt my approval. I then surprised myself when I asked him to fuck me, fuck me hard. I heard his breathing change as his cock grew harder deep in my hole. I knew what was about to happen but didn’t try to stop it as he grunted out and I felt his cock spasm inside me.

I wondered if anyone else is keeping a load tally? Despite Covid I managed to take over 270 loads in 2021 but this is down from previous years. So my new year resolution is... Must be more of a slut! 2021 - 276 loads 2020 - 343 loads 2019 - 432 loads Love a few extra loads, based in Swindon UK 10mins from M4. No load refused!

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I don't mind a guy feeling my hole and finding how open it is with his finger tips before sinking his hard cock or full hand in, but I hate getting finger fucked. There's nothing pleasurable about it, especially for a fist and size pig like me. Either fuck me with your erect cock or put your entire hand in. The finger (or even two) is just an uncomfortable tease.

I fully agree with you, fingers hurt cock feels great. The worst are guys that don't fuck and think they can satisfy someone by just fingering you and rubbing their cock on the outside of your hole.

Just had my first poz load of the new year. this top was driving thru my city and i met him at a public park and we paid a visit to a port-a-potty where he bent me over and bred my neg ass. yummy can't wait to see him again.

I did years ago when I was in high school and honestly it freaked me out and I stopped. I haven’t done it since but know it’s a lot of guys and a lot of loads. It’s only January 2nd and I’ve been with five guys, was fucked by all five bareback, taken eight loads off those five guys, fucked three of the five as well (all bare back) and pumped five loads in those guys.

I woke up when the alarm went off and I was so excited. I got around and a little breakfast and showered saved and cleaned out. Those two loads were still in my ass. I was hard thinking about that hot hole I bred last night. That is only the second time I have done that. Wow, I want to get inside him again. When I got over to Bryce’s he was drinking coffee and had me inside. My dick was still hard, and he had to grab my balls again and squeeze them hard to put my cage on me. It had been a long time since I wore it, and it was not liking it all that much. He told me to undress and get on the sofa and spread your ass. He snapped a few pictures, then told me to spread my hole, which I did, and he snapped or pictures. Then he said stand up and let me take some pictures of you with your cage on. I stepped around and he coached me to be seductive looking. He went over and worked on his computer and told me to get dressed. Grab a few waters, we need you hydrated for the film. One the way up he said, let me explain what is going to happened today. They are all hung, I know you love that. You will be blindfolded again, there are three scenes, much like before. There is a fuck bench, sling and table. You will have an assistant. You can decide if he fucked you or not. You will meet him when we check in. I need you to know, you are under no obligation to fuck the assist and there will be no more money if you do. You can, if you want. It is up to you! I am very excited for you, this is a very special production, you are very fortunate they chose you! I know Sir, it is so good to have you back Sir. Bryce put his hand on leg and said it is good to be back. I asked about our plans, he said, let’s not talk about that. I am your manager right now. Let me focus on that. Yes, Sir, sorry Sir. It is okay but you need me to be focused on your success there will be plenty of time to talk after. We made to the studio; the assistant came out to get me, fuck this guy looked like a geek god. Tall, hairy chest, brown eyes, dark hair and a hot body. Big bulge, I turned to Bryce and said, he can fuck me. Bryce said, I will let the director know. The assistant Geo and I went back to the showers, he went into the office to do paperwork, he also said he would let the director know there would be five tops. Geo seemed sweet and manly; he had broken English which make him hotter. I undressed and he helped me shower, then lubed my hole with that gun and make me hold it with a butt plug. He leaned in and kissed me. Wow, hot kisser I said, he kissed me more and said, I love small guys with little dicks and big ass. You are so hot. I rubbed his big dick, he pulled it out and out flopped a beautiful dark uncut dick, had to be 9.5 inches and thick as a beer can. I jacked his dick and sucked his skin and pushed back the skin and licked his head. He was leaking so much precum, it tasted amazing. He stood me up and took me to the shower and pulled the plug out and let the lube pour out. He grabbed me and put me down, so my hands were on the bench and my ass was up. He pulled my ass apart and lubed up his dick and slide it inside me. He fucked me for fifteen minutes and shot his load inside me. He then helped me up as he held me with his dick still lodged in my hole. I turned and he kissed me and said, I probably was not supposed to do that, but I had to. I kissed him again and he slowly slide out of me. He cleaned up my hole with a rag and had me get dressed. I had done an interview previously for this director, he wanted to have another one. What I Did now know, the tops were also having interviews. I got a copy of the film several days after the filming. I was shocked and horrified by the entire thing. Geo took me back to the director where they had cameras set up. The interview went like this. Director – So what is your name? Me – My name is Cody. Director – Cody, that is a hot name. So have you always been a bottom? Me – Yes, I have only fucked two guys and one was last night. Director – Wow, that is hot, is this your first film Me – No this is my fourth. Director – Have all your films been bareback? Me – Yes, let me explain. I am neg and not on PreP. I have chosen to do Bareback because the rigorous testing that must be done. I had to submit my neg test last night. Director – Yes, that is correct. Everyone here has been tested. Do you like cum inside you? Me – I must admit that I do. Director – Do you know what the scene involves? Me – Yes, five guys will fuck me in three scenes. They will all shoot inside me. Director – In short that is exactly what will happen, do you have any questions or concerns? Me – No, I am excited, I have been looking forward to this for a while. I need to get bred. The director looked at Geo and said, he is ready for wardrobe. Hey Cody, he said, I only wish I was fucking you too today. Fuck you are a cutie. Bryce slapped my ass on the way out like I was on a football team and said go get him boy. Geo then led me to wardrobe where I was given fitted with a jock and a see-through shirt. Handed a blindfold, Geo was handed poppers for me and impact. What I found out later when I watched the interviews, they all kind of went like this with the tops. Director – Tell us your stage name and why. Top 1 – Dirty Bull, well I have a huge dick, muscled body and love to fuck. Director – Why Dirty Bull, why not just Bull? Top 1 – Well, I am HIV Positive, and I am not on Meds. They call that Dirty Cum, so that is why my stage name is Dirty Bull. Director – That makes sense, so do you know what kind of film we are shooting today? Top 1 – Yea, I answered an ad for a conversion porn. Five Positive tops not on meds are going to fuck and breed a young neg boy not on Prep. Director – I see your dick is growing, I take it that turns you on. Top 1 – Fuck yes, I am so ready to nut deep in the boy's neg unprotected hole. Top 1 – How do we find out when he converts. Director – Part of the contract, with his agent is we get our money back if we are not informed. Would you be willing to be interviewed after we receive his positive test results? Top 1 – Fuck yea. I cannot wait to hear he has converted. Make my dick rock hard as you can see. Geo led me out on stage and much like before I started on the fuck bench. He kissed me and asked if I was ready? I said yes, I am ready. He fastened the restraints and put the blindfold on. I was left there for twenty minutes, and music started to play and soon I felt hands on my ass. The first guy felt me up all over my body. He bent down and kissed me and told me how hot this was. He asked me, do you want my load inside you Cody Boy, I said yes! I want you to fuck me and blow your load inside me. He went around to the back. Geo fed me poppers and the guys slide inside me. Huge fucking dick, I moaned and whimpered and ten minutes later he shot his load inside me. The second top came over, he got in front of me, He lifted my head and kissed me. He said, I just need to know Cody. You sent your neg test in, is that the test from last night. Yes, I took a test around 8 PM and tested negative. Good boy, I just wanted to make sure before I slide inside you. He then went back, slowly entered me and fucked me for fifteen minutes and shot inside me. Each of the tops besides Geo, got down in front of me and made me tell them I wanted their load and a serious of other questions. Geo was last and he fucked me and gave him his second load. They gave me a break and cleaned up my hole some with water and a rag. Then Geo helped me up. He kissed and led me over to the table. I fumbled since I was blindfolded. He helped me up on the table, there was a guy on it. One of the tops, top 3. He helped me sit on his cock and ride it, then top 3 pulled me forward and top 1 pushed is cock inside me, I began to squeal and whimper. It hurt. Top 3 said, you can ask us to stop but we won’t. It may be good for the video. I asked them to stop, to go slower. To take a break but top 1 just plowed away and soon shot his second load inside me. Top 2 got up and slide inside me, now I really needed to stop. Fuck the combination of those two dicks make me bed them to stop, please stop for a minute. Top two slide out without Cumming, in went top 4. He as easier to take after being stretched. He lasted fifteen minutes, top 3 came right before top 4 shot his load in me. I was relieved when top 4 pulled out and Geo helped me up. He held me and just hugged him and said, wow that was rough. I know baby, He had me against his chest, and he got up on the table and helped me get into position so he could slide his dick inside me. That thick uncut dick. He fucked me for five minutes, as I moaned and told him how much I loved his huge cock. He kissed me, then I felt someone else get on the table. I tensed up, that is when I heard spray and then a rag was put into my mouth. Geo said breath babe, just then a dick pressed against my hole. I blacked out and when I came to, I had to huge beer can dicks inside me. Fucking away and telling me what a hot hole I have. The guy on top said, beg me for my cum, I am getting close. I said, please cum inside me, I have waited over a week for you to breed me. He said, so have we boy, so have we and he started to groan and grunt and came inside me. He stayed there and Geo began to fuck harder and five minutes later he gave him his second load. He kissed me and said, remember, I came in you first. The top who climbed up climbed off, he helped me up and off the table. Geo got up and helped me to the sling. He laid me in it and fastened my wrist and ankles and leaned down and kissed me. He said, in broken English. This is the hotties thing I have ever done. Fuck you are crazy hot. My hole was wrecked, and I had 11 loads in me. While I was in the sling the guys were all touching me making me tell them how much I loved their dicks. They were jacking and playing with my hole, making me suck their cocks. Someone was at my hole with his fingers inside me. He fucked me with his four fingers and then slide his fist inside me. That set off one of the tops, he said I am close and guys with his fist inside me pulled out so the guy about to blow could slide in and give me another load. Someone else was ready but he made me open and shot his load in my mouth and made me swallow it. Then I heard Geo, let me try. The guy pulled out and Geo worked his hand inside me. Geo had bigger hands. Geo slide is cock in with his hand and fucked me, I felt too full. I asked him to stop, it is too much. The impact again, I blacked out and came to, Geo was still fucking me with his hand inside me. He slid his dick out and then his fist. Another guy shot his load in my mouth and that let the two guys who had their first inside me before. I heard double, fuck they can’t and just then I heard the spray, a guy stuffed the rag in and I inhaled as one fist was inside me, Geo and another slide along his forearm and pressed into my hole stretching me until they were both in me, The second guy pulled out and shoved his cock inside me and shot his load on Geo’s hand and arm and Geo worked his fist deeper into me and then he shove his dick in beside his forearm and came in me. Geo helped me down, the rest of the tops had gone. Geo helped me to the showers, and I cleaned up, he brough me drinks and some food and told me how amazing that was. I said, no one said we were fisting today. He smiled and said, no one told me either. When I was finally able to walk, Geo walked with me. I saw Bryce, he said. Babe, I need to go. The director has agreed to help you get home. There has been an emergency and I need to fly back out. I am heading to the airport as soon as the director pays. The director minutes later brough Bryce $12,000. Bryce gave me a kiss on the check and walked out and left. The director turned to Geo; can you help Cody get home. Geo held my hand and led me to his old car, and we dove to my apartment. He helped me into bed and stayed the night. Geo fucked me a couple times during the night and again in the morning. Geo made me breakfast and stayed with me all day. I felt better midday and knew I had that guy coming in, although geo was so hot. I did not even have to address it, Geo said he had to go but could come back around 1 AM. I told him that would be great, I love having you here.

Part 2 I avoided my friend for a few days after that night until the weekend my roommate went away with his boyfriend. I was lying in bed with my morning wood when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door without even asking who was there. It was my friend from the other night all by himself with me standing there only in a pair of boxers and my morning wood pointing his way. For some strange reason I didn’t go soft but seemed to grow harder as thoughts of that night from the previous weekend seemed to flow through my mind. My friend reached down and grabbed my hard cock letting me know that he was glad to see that I was excited to see him. A slight moan escaped through my lips as he walked in telling me to shut the door. He had his ‘pipe’ with him and I needed no coaxing to smoke with him. Soon enough we were feeling really good as we kissed. He said I had a couple more lessons and he was my private tutor. I wasn’t sure what he meant until he pushed my head into his crotch telling me it was time to learn to suck dick. The drugs had me going as I opened my mouth and he slid his 8” cock inside. He coached me about breathing through my nose as I attempted to do the best I could at sucking him. Of course through all this I found my own cock hard and throbbing. He whispered to me that if I gave him a good blow job he’d let me fuck him as he fucked me the week before. The idea of experiencing what it would be like to fuck a guy and compare that t fucking a chick. I did my best to work his rod with my mouth and tongue. My bud began to run his hands through my hair as I heard his breathing begin to quicken and his cock seemed to grow harder in my mouth. I knew he was going to blow his load and wasn’t sure I was ready to swallow another guys sperm until he said fuck yeah, you know you want to swallow my cum, yeah bro suck my cock, eat my cum. He then fired into my mouth as I was shocked at first until I got a really good taste of his spunk. It was kind of sweet with a slight salty taste, tangy in a way. I then hungrily sucked for all I could get out of his cock. When he pulled his softening cock from my hungry mouth I looked up at him and knew it was time to fuck him. We hit the pipe a few more times and he taught me how to shotgun the smoke to each other before laying back, grabbing some lube and greasing up my hard cock and his hole. He guided me between his legs as I needed no help guiding my cock to his hungry hole. He urged me to sink in balls deep in a single thrust. The look in his eyes was pure lust as he urged me to fuck him and breed his ass. His ass was nice, warm and tighter than any pussy I ever fucked. He knew what I was thinking as he urged me on telling me to enjoy my first ass. I could feel him work his ass muscles, making note to do the same the next time he was to fuck me……..OH MY GOD! DID I REALLY WANT TO GET FUCKED AGAIN?? Between the warmth, the tightness and how he worked his ass it didn’t take long before I was really pounding his hole and getting close to cumming. He told me to breed his ass just before kissed me, That’s when I felt a strong orgasm start and I flooded his ass with my load.

In this case, the D&D stand for Dungeons & Dicks. Or Dice & Dicks. Or maybe even Dicks & Disease. All of them are accurate, but I’m getting ahead of myself here. Being a single, gay nerd in the city but with very few friends, I found myself alone a lot. And lonesome a lot. Not being much of a drinker or a bar person, I was constantly looking for any sort of fun activity where I could find some friends with a common interest. And, admittedly, sometimes just the chance at a decent fuck. Unfortunately, most of the time I just ended up along on my couch, pulling my pud. As I was bored and cruising online one evening, I stumbled upon a profile that piqued my interest. It was a wickedly hot, leather daddy-type— ruggedly handsome, salt and pepper hair, muscular, bearded, furry, dark eyes, and man did he look fine in a harness. His picture made me stop scrolling and open his profile, but it was his interests that really piqued my curiosity. In addition to being a top and into leather, he wrote that he was a dungeon master for a leather D&D group. It was a fun, diverse group of men and they played on Saturday evenings, usually in leather or other gear. It has been awhile since I’d played D&D, but I always really liked it. And I hadn’t had a group game night in so long that the idea really appealed to me. “What have I got to lose?” I asked myself. So I struck up a conversation with him. Me: You have a D&D group? Cool! Are you in a campaign right now, and are you accepting new players? DM: Actually, we are just starting a new campaign, and there is room for one or two more. Are you interested? Me: I’m VERY interested! I’d love the chance to play with you guys. Can you tell me a bit about what all goes on? DM: Well, we typically get together in the early evening on Saturdays. We’ll drink (possibly smoke a little 420), roleplay, and generally have some laughs and a good time. It’s a good excuse to wear some leather and escape into a fantasy realm. Me: All that sounds great- I could really use a fun group to hang with DM: Now, I will say that sometimes our evenings evolve into sex. The campaigns tend to be randy, and as DM I make sure to make the adventures are full of… fun. Besides, we are playing in a leather “dungeon” space and boys will be boys… Me: Is the sex expected or…? DM: Naw. It usually happens at the end of the evenings. You can always just go home at that point if you want. Or just watch. Me: Good to know. Although it’s been so long since I’ve been plowed, I’d probably welcome a host of Orcs to breed me! DM: Really? Do tell…. Me: haha, I don’t know. DM: oh come on. Use your imagination. D&D is all about about fantasy and creativeness Me: You said it was a dungeon, so I guess I sort of picturing being a Paladin and being captured by a roving band of Orcs. They strip me, put me in a sling, and restrain me so they can teach my lawful good ass a lesson. It’s kind of hot to think about a bunch of big-dicked Orcs standing around, egging each other on, and taking turns using the Paladin for their dark enjoyment. By the end, I’m full of Orc seed and have to make a saving-throw vs poison or be turned into a anti-Paladin. DM: hmmm. Now that IS hot. Me: heh, yeah. I guess I have a dark fantasy life. DM: well, I think you are just what our party needs. Can you cum next weekend and do you have any gear? Me: Yeah! I’m free. I’d love to meet the group and have an adventure. And I have a leather harness. And a jock. DM: Wear them. We’re gonna have a lot of fun. Oh! Do you have any dice handy to do a pre-roll for me? Like a 1d20? Me: Um… no. No multi-sided dice here. I think I could find a regular die maybe in my game closet… DM: Go get it. I’ll wait I left to go rummage around in my games. I did manage to find an old Yahtzee game and I grabbed the dice from it and dashed back to my computer. Me: Back. I have the Yahtzee dice. DM: Good. Pick three and roll them for me. And tell me what numbers you get. I did as I was told. Since I wasn’t exactly sure what I was rolling for, I wasn’t sure if a high number or low number was better. Normally you want the highest number possible (like for hit points or saving throws). These dice weren’t necessarily kind. Me: I got a 1, a 2 and a 4. DM: Excellent. Thank you. Me: what was I rolling for? DM: Don’t you worry about that. It was just a pre-roll to help me with some character creation stuff for the campaign. Now, next Saturday show up at 6 pm so that we can generate your character and get you ready to play, ok? Oh, and be sure to cum “prepared” just in case. You might meet a guy or two and really hit it off. Who knows? They’re a good group I agreed and told him I’d see him the following Saturday. I gotta say, the next week passed exceedingly slowly. My mind kept drifting to my impending D&D party and I was getting excited. Not only was I getting the chance to meet some guys for fun gaming, but maybe I’d meet some guys for other fun too! Lord knows I could use it! And if not, just getting the fuck out of my apartment would be a blessing. I did jack off thinking of the possibilities of maybe meeting a guy and being bent over in the dungeon, but I stopped mid-week in order to put myself in a randier frame of mind. Saturday finally rolled around (pun intended) and I was almost jumping out of my skin I was so excited. I was also more than a bit nervous. After all, I was walking into a group situation where I was the new guy. What if I didn’t like it or they didn’t like me? I decided that going one time was an adventure in and of itself, and if I didn’t like it I wouldn’t have to go back. At least it was an opportunity, right? I prepared myself as requested. Man, had it been awhile since I’d been fucked and just douching made me horny! I donned by old Bike jock strap and leather bulldog harness and I drove to the address provided. I parked and walked to the front door, butterflies in my stomach. There was a note on the door with my name on it. I opened it and it said, “Welcum and well met, friend. Adventure (and desire?) await beyond this portal. If you are strong of will and pure of heart, enter. Follow the signs to the dungeon where your mettle will be tested.” The gothic script was a nice touch, as was the note. It set a good tone and I was excited for the night to begin. So I turned the doorknob and entered. The house was dimmed upstairs, but there was enough light to see by. I followed the signs through the living room to the basement stairway. There was some low, atmospheric music playing. It was akin to the soundtracks that some folk have at Halloween parties. As I headed down the stairs to the “dungeon” I took note of the sign on the sloped riser “Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here.” Again, nice touch. At the bottom of the stairs the dungeon was dark, lit with some fake candles for atmosphere, and a red bulb. There were also black curtains up to make a small ante-chamber of sorts. At the back of this area sat Daddy DM behind a desk. He had on an ornate, leather, demon half-mask with curved horns. He was also wearing a harness and leather wrist cuffs, and a leather arm band on the left. On the desk was a set of ornate D&D dice. The were obsidian with gold numbers and they glittered in the half-light. I also had the distinct impression that we weren’t alone in the dungeon. Like, I could sense that there were other people lurking behind the black curtains, even if I wasn’t sure. My skin just crawled with that feeling. “Welcome,” he said. I am your Dungeon Master. You may address me as such or as ‘Master’ for the remainder of the evening. Is that clear?” “Yes Dungeon Master,” I said in a hushed voice. “We’re very glad to have you as part of this campaign. First, I will give you a safe ‘phrase’ for the evening. This is a precaution and for you to use as you will, although I hope you will enjoy yourself so as not to avail yourself of it. Your safe phrase is ‘holy avenger’. Do you understand?” Again I replied, “Yes, Dungeon Master.” Although my mind was starting to spin a bit trying to figure out why I might need a safe phrase. Like, how far did this fantasy role playing go? I didn’t want guys to start smacking me with fake swords and stuff. “Come forward. It’s time to create your character.” He produced a character sheet from a desk drawer and a heavy, ornate fountain pen. “You are to be a Paladin. After all, it is the first character that came to your mind when we chatted, and our campaign has never had one. Our character profile tends to skew much darker than Lawful Good,” he grinned. “First, however, what will be your name henceforth?” I had been thinking of names since I had been invited, so I was ready. “Astor. I would like to be known as Astor. Astor the Pure.” The DM looked at me and smirked. “Ass.. tore. How fitting.” This was met with a few hushed snickers from behind the curtain. “And are you pure, as your name states? Meaning in this case, are you HIV negative?” “Yes, Dungeon Master,” I whispered. The DM looked at me as a slow smile spread across his face. “Well then. Well met, Astor... the pure.” The Dungeon Master then had me roll the dice and determine my hit points and various character qualities. Within 10 minutes we had my character fleshed out. The DM took the sheet and pen from me and put them back in the drawer. I was a bit confused by this until he spoke again. “The campaign will begin shortly and you’ll get your character sheet back at that time. But first, Astor the Pure, are you ready to begin your solo adventure?” “Solo adventure, Master?” I inquired hesitantly. “Astor, you have not yet met up with the rest of your adventure party. You must journey to meet them at a distant tavern. Are you ready to begin?” “Yes Dungeon Master”, I nodded. “Roll the d20,” he commanded. I rolled it and watched as the d20 betrayed me. It was a 2. The DM chuckled low and throaty. “A 2. Well, it seems misfortune is following you, Astor. While bathing yourself in the local stream, all of your clothes are stolen. Disrobe now and leave your clothes over there,” he said as he pointed to the foot of the staircase. “Um… do you mean for real or…,” I started to say. The look the DM gave me told me everything I needed to know. I took off all my clothes. His eyes glittered like the obsidian dice on the table. When I got down to a jock and harness I was told I could keep those on along with my boots. “Roll the d20 again,” he commanded. And again the die was not kind. It was a 4. “Oh dear,” he said with a sneer, “You seem to have stumbled upon a roving band of Orcs.” His eyes glinted in the half-light and my stomach clenched. Orcs? No. He wasn’t going down the route of the fantasy I had texted him during our conversation a week ago. I heard shuffling and movement from behind the curtain and I started to shiver. “Roll the d20 again. This is going to determine which die you roll for just how many Orcs you will face. The number on the d20 will be rounded up to the next nearest die type. For instance, if you roll a 3, you will then roll a 1d4. If you roll a 5 or 6, a 1d6. 7-8, a 1d8, etc. May the fates be kind.” I hesitated. The d20 had been rolling low for me, so perhaps it was a loaded die? Did I really want to go through with this? I had a safe phrase. I could opt out. I was shaking I was so nervous, but it was also that nervous shiver from excitement. I could still back out later if things went off the rails. So I picked up the die and rolled…. I got an 11. “An 11. That means you’ll be rolling the 1d12 to determine the size of the Orc band. And may the odds be ever in your favor,” he snorted. This entire time I heard movement and low murmurs from behind the curtain. There were definitely a few men back there, how many I could not tell. The got quiet as I picked up the 12 sided die to roll for how many marauders I would face. I rolled. A 12. Fuck. “Astor the Pure. On your journey to the tavern to meet up with your band of adventurers, you were set upon by 12 Orcs. Although you struggled valiantly, one Paladin was no match for 12 Orcs. 12 Orcs that had been without companionship for months while on the road.” The DM swept the dice off the desk, put them into a velvet bag and placed them in the desk drawer. He then stood up and with a gesture directed me to enter the curtained area behind the desk. I obeyed. As soon as the curtain swept closed behind me, I was actually set upon by what I assumed to be the “orcs”. It was really dark and I couldn’t see much yet. The orcs were rough as they subdued me. One orc held me in a headlock from behind, fully pressed up against me. I felt his hard cock nosing into the cleft of my ass. At least two other orcs grabbed my arms. One roughly grabbed my cock through my jock strap. My mind was reeling and I was having trouble forming coherent thoughts. Was this really happening? Was I about to be fucked by 12 guys?? Am I up for this? Do I even WANT this to happen? I was very conflicted but was also very turned on. A brief mouth on my cock sort of pushed me over the edge and I relaxed into the situation. A moan escaped my lips. The orcs then walked me forward to the glow in the dungeon, the one behind me keeping me in a headlock. As my eyes adjusted I could see they were leading me to a sling. There was a dim red light above and some fake red candles in the sling alcove, all giving the area a hellish cast. When we got to the sling area, my captors released me and turned me around. That’s when I saw their faces (and bodies) for the first time. There were 5 Orcs there, and each had on an identical grimacing leather “orc” mask. Their faces were totally obscured. They even had eye black around their eyes to add a dark touch. Each orc was also dressed in various leather gear. It did not escape my attention that each Orc was also fully erect and impressively endowed. My eyes passed over each of them in turn. One orc appeared to be a younger, twink type. Bulldog harness and nothing else. Tight, hairless body, with a good 7 inches on him. His cock was curving up toward his navel, and his balls were tight to his body. He licked his lips. The second Orc (we’ll call him uncut Orc) was a stocky, Hispanic guy. Old school harness that had a strap down to a cock ring. Thick chest and arms, with leather/metal bicep cuffs. His cock was a fat, uncut, hefty piece of meat jutting straight out from his body. Maybe 6.5”, but wide, especially in the middle. There was already a glistening strand of precum drooling from his foreskin covered head. The third one was obviously an older man- perhaps late 60’s or more? It was hard to tell, not being able to see his face, but he sort of had that skinny, grandpa physique. No harness, but he had on chaps. And Jesus fucking Christ. One of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen on a human. Had to be 10 inches at least. Straight as an arrow. And meaty thick. Not maybe as thick as the Hispanic Orc, but definitely a fucktube of epic proportions. And a set of ridiculous low hangers on him too. My hole puckered tightly just seeing him. The fourth Orc was a goddamn muscle god. One of those model-proportioned physiques that you see in porn or in fitness mags. He had on these crotchless neoprene shorts and sort of leather suspender things. He had to have at least 7.5” or more of dick sticking out below his perfect six pack, but it was hard to tell from the wicked left curve of the shaft. I’m pretty sure he’s been the one holding me from behind. The last Orc was a Black guy. Bulldog harness and a black jock that was pulled aside to reveal a beautiful piece of meat arcing out and down away from his slight Dad bod gut. My guess was 8.5 to 9” of shiny, ebony cock. Muscle Orc spoke first in a rough voice. “Get in the sling, Paladin. We need release, and you are going to provide it. DO IT!” I hopped up into the sling and scooted my body until I was comfortable. The Orcs set to securing me—they put my booted feet in the stirrups and cinched them tight around my ankles. My wrists were also secured with cuffs tied together in front of me. I wasn’t going anywhere. Hispanic Orc stepped up to the head of the sling and commanded me to suck him. “Open that mouth, Astor, and get to work pleasing me.” I turned my head so he had easier access to my mouth. I opened up and he grabbed my head and pushed his cock roughly inside. I could taste his precum as his silken foreskin became my tongue’s plaything. “Who’s going first?” I heard one of the others ask. “Let me go first, guys,” another said. “I’m not gonna last long and I’ll get him all lubed up for the rest of you.” At this point I came back to myself a bit and broke off sucking the Hispanic orc. “Um, guys? What about protection?” I asked. They all laughed. Black orc said harshly, “Orcs don’t use sheep skin sheathes… we use Paladin intestines.” The others laughed again. “Dungeon Master?” I cried out plaintively. His voice floated to me from the dark recesses of the dungeon. “You have your safe phrase. You have the ability to end the adventure any time you so choose. The others will abide. However, it was you who fantasized about being full of dirty orc seed.” Again, my mind was spinning. What do I do? Do I let these strangers fuck me without condoms? Were they going to cum in me? I mean, obviously that’s exactly what they planned to do. But I was negative and mostly played safe. I was fraught with conflicting emotions. Fear. Excitement. Nervousness. Desire. Shame. In the pause where my mind was racing, Hispanic orc set about fucking my mouth again. Cradling my head with one hand as he slowly pistoned back and forth. During this, I suddenly felt a hand fumbling with my cock to remove it from my jock, and then a warm, wet presence enveloped me. One of them was sucking my dick and suddenly desire moved to the forefront. Dark, twisted, wicked desire. My fear melted and I knew I was going to get them fuck me however they wanted to fuck me. The moan that escaped my mouth was enough acquiescence for the Orcs. While sucking and being sucked, I was suddenly invaded by a slickened finger. They were lubing me up for the onslaught to come. First one finger, then two. More lube. More fingers. I noted that the fingers were kind of rough and scratchy while lubing me up. I hoped the fucks would go smoother. “That pure hole should be good n prepped now,” I heard one of them say. “Have at him, boy. Fill him with your special orc lube.” I pulled off sucking again just long enough to say, “Dungeon Master, sir? May I please have some poppers?” “Provide him with the ‘Potion of Liberation’,” I heard the DM say. And a bottle of poppers was placed in my tethered hands. I fumbled with the cap and unscrewed the lid. I heard the “pffft” and knew it was a fresh bottle. I managed to bring my bound hands to my face, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. As the euphoria was setting in, I felt the first cock head push against my hole. I opened my eyes and looked forward to see who was fucking me first. It was the twink Orc. Thankfully he was working in slowly as my pucker relaxed under the influence of the provided potion. He was using his hips in time with the sling to slowly move his cock back and forth into my ass. Each thrust went just a fraction deeper. And deeper. And deeper until his pelvis was resting against my ass. “His ass is like a wet furnace, y’all!” the twink orc said. And then he started fucking. At first I was having trouble relaxing so his curved 7” was uncomfortable inside me, but slowly I gave into the feeling and my hole relaxed. Plus seeing this lithe, tight bodies boy fucking me with a ghoulish mask on was tapping into some dark fantasies that were really tripping my trigger. Around us the other Orcs were watching. The Hispanic orc was jacking his uncut meat slowly by my face. Grandpa orc and Black orc were flanking the twink as he fucked me. Muscle Orc walked up to the other side of the sling and reached out to start pawing at my chest. His hands found my nipples and he started tweaking them lightly. “Oh JESUS YES!” I shouted as he had found my on switches. My nips had always been wired directly to my hole. Touching them makes me go into overdrive and also makes me go into bottom dick pig mode. “Fuck man, whatever you’re doing to him-- don’t stop!” said the Twink Orc. “His hole is power gripping my tool—I’m gonna lose it soon!” The twink Orc sped up his tempo and the sling chains were rattling as he pounded into my ass. He started grunting with each thrust, getting louder and louder. Then he rammed in hard and cried out. I could feel his young cock spasming in my guts. Seven, eight, nine, ten pulses… and more. I could honestly feel the jets of load striking my ass walls, filling me up with his seed. “Christ that was hot,” he said as he pulled out. “Next!” He and Hispanic Orc traded places. I heard him lube up, and then the pressure of that fat cock entering me. While the twink had definitely lubed me up and gotten me into fuck mode, I wasn’t quite ready for the thickness pushing past my ring. “More poppers,” I mumbled as I struggled with the bottle again. Once I got that popper high going, my hole relaxed and that uncut cock started sliding in and out with a regular rhythm. Twink Orc pulled my head to his cock “Suck me clean, Paladin,” he commanded. I obeyed. Muscle orc started in on my nips again and I was moaning with a mouthful of spent, slimy cock. I felt a mouth on my dick again, and my synapses started to short circuit. The pleasure was crazy intense. I was almost on the verge of cumming and I knew that would be a mistake at this point, so I pulled off the twink cock and said, “Please- no more playing with my dick. I’m too close.” The mouth action stopped immediately. “We wouldn’t want to kill your insatiable bottom mood, would we?” said Grandpa orc, as he had been the one sucking me off. “I’m close,” Hispanic orc said suddenly. A few pumps later and I could tell he was cumming inside me. He never stopped fucking though, just kept that same steady tempo as his Orc babies oozed out inside my ass. He eventually did a slow pull out of my ass, and I could feel semen trickle out of my hole. I was taking raw cock and letting masked strangers cum in my ass… and I was fucking turned up to eleven by it. “I think it’s about time we ruined Astor the Pure, what do you think?” said Grandpa Orc as he stepped up to the plate. Oh shit, I thought. His dick was mammoth, and it fucking scared me. I’d never come anywhere near taking a cock that big. Ever. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to. Part of me was excited by the prospect, but most of me was steeling myself to disappoint everyone by using my safe phrase. I felt Grandpa Orc’s cockhead push against my ring and I locked eyes with him. “Hold on while I hit the poppers again,” I pleaded. He paused with his head at my hole, his hands gripping the sling chains. I inhaled deeply and multiple times. As the potion took hold, I closed my eyes and said, “Please… go slow.” To his credit, he did. At first. He popped his head past my sphincter and slowly inched forward into me. It was the longest instroke I had ever experienced in my life. It just kept going and going. Eventually it hit a point inside me where it stopped. “Are you all the way in?” I asked hopefully. He laughed. “Nope. I still have about two inches left. We gotta open up that second ring tho.” So he started to slowly rock back and forth, his head pushing on that area so deep in my guts where nothing had ever gone before. It hurt, but in this pleasure-ache way that was completely foreign and new to me. I took another hit of poppers while he did this and that seemed to do the trick. Suddenly, there was a shift deep in my guts and he slid the rest of the way in. And I swear I saw heaven. I gasped and cried out as he hilted himself all the way inside me. “There it is!” chucked Black Orc while Muscle Orc said, “He’s never gonna be the same now. He’s just been introduced to the +5 Holy Dick of Destruction!” They all laughed as Grandpa Orc set about fucking me. He ground his hips into me and worked his cock around inside. He then did some short stroking with his cock buried in me, and I think I started speaking in tongues. The pleasure was incredible. Eventually Grandpa Orc pulled out most of the way and then slid back in to the hilt. Ad he did it again. And again. And again. And then he started to pick up tempo— and my hole was in fuck heaven with the seeming miles of cockflesh that was stroking in and out of me. During this fuck, Muscle Orc found my nips again and I went berserk. I was now shouting and entreating Grandpa Orc to fuck the hell out of me. To fucking use me and not to stop. I was also getting close to orgasming. The deep gut stroke of his dick and the nip work and the scene was just fucking too much. “Jesus Christ! I’m about to cum!” I shouted. “You are fucking my load out of me! I’m going to cum hand’s free! FUCK! DON’T STOP!” With a strangled cry I started launching volley after volley of jizz all over my chest. This triggered Grandpa Orc and he buried into me and launched his nut deeper than any cum had ever been inside me before. My ass clamped down on him so hard as I was cumming I think I was trying to keep him inside me forever. “He ain’t pure no more,” Grandpa Orc said. “That dirty orc seed was planted up by his spleen!” I was coming down off the most intense orgasm of my life, and his comment faintly registered in my brain. What did he mean by dirty orc seed? I hope he wasn’t HIV positive or anything. But I’m sure the DM would know and not have poz guys here- especially when condoms weren’t being used. The thought was quickly banished as that massive cock slowly started slithering out of my ass. Normally I can’t get fucked after I cum, my ass switching to “exit only” mode. But being trussed up in a sling, I didn’t have the chance to object. “I’ll go next,” Muscle Orc said. “I like a sloppy, worn out cunt.” His curved meat was at my hole and he was pushing in with little fanfare. He fucked exactly how his body would suggest he fucked. It was all about him. I wanted to do poppers, but he didn’t stop fucking me long enough so I could take a hit. When I asked him if I could he said No. I was uncomfortable and not enjoying it much because I’d just cum, but he didn’t care. He pistoned into me, slamming my ass with his meat. Smacking his pelvis into my ass hard. Pulling the sling back into him and impaling me on his cock. Thankfully, Black Orc took mercy on me and he started to lightly brush my nips. This got me going again, albeit slowly. Eventually however, with the help of the nipple work, I was back into fuckhole mode and begging for Muscle Orc to breed me. The other guys who had kind of disappeared into the dark started filtering back to the sling now. They were watching this hot muscle stud use me. “AWWW FUCK, I’M CUMMING! AWWW SHIT YEAH! FUUUUUUUUUCK YOU!” he shouted as he unloaded into my guts. I could feel him cumming, just like the twink orc. I gotta admit—feeling a cock spit it’s load inside of my ass was becoming an incredible turn on. Muscle Orc yanked out of my hole as soon as his orgasm ended, sending a spray of cum spattering all over the cement floor. He then smacked my ass and headed off into the dark area of the dungeon. Black Orc was next. Now he also had a massive cock, and I was a bit worried on how my ass would take it after the beating it had already taken. “Hit the poppers, bud. You’re gonna need ‘em,” he said in a low voice. “Shit, this is gonna be good,” said Twink Orc as he came up to stand near my head. I hit the poppers hard. They had barely taken affect when he shoved into me. And I mean, shoved. All at once. To the hilt. It hurt like a motherfucker! I screamed out in pain as his dick impaled me. He was long like Grandpa Orc, but not quite as long. So his dick wasn’t going all the way up in my second ring. His massive head was just pounding the hell out of it and pushing just barely in. The pleasure-pain was excruciating. He didn’t always drill that deep, but he fucked the snot out of my ass. The sling chains were bouncing with every thrust, and I was whimpering and keening as his dick was wrecking my guts. Occasionally he would ram all the way home and I’d cry out in pain. “Holy…. Holy…. HOLY….” I managed to say as he pounded into my guts as my insides spasmed in pain. Twink Orc was rock hard and jacking by my face while watching the show. I just had to say “Avenger” and the pain would stop. It would all stop. And I wanted it to… but I also kind of didn’t want it to. “AWW SHIT I’M ABOUT TO NUT!” he shouts and I say a silent prayer. One last time he rams in deep and I cry out in pain. I can feel his massive head throbbing deep inside me as he unloads. “Oh FUCK!” Says Twink Orc, as he grabs my head and pushes his cock into my mouth. I’m dimly aware that each orifice is being flooded with semen. The twink’s dick is jumping in my mouth and the jets of sperm are hitting the back of my throat making me gag. But he keeps a firm grip on my head until he’s done. Then they both pull out at the same time. I feel tears roll down the sides of my face. Tears of relief. It’s over, I think… until I have a sudden, gut-wrenching realization. 12 Orcs were supposed to fuck me—and this was just five…. My spirit broke a little at that point. I was left in the sling for a few minutes while they regrouped. I could hear low voices off in the dungeon, as they chatted with the Dungeon Master. Suffice it to say, each orc took another turn on me. Evidently they’d all done the Elixir of Perpetual Arousal (Viagra) earlier, as they were all ready to go again. My ass was so sore and my insides so bruised that the next five fucks passed in kind of a fever dream. I’m pretty sure I dissociated during it, and went into a fugue state. The fucks were just something that I was dimly aware was happening. Well, until Grandpa Orc fucked me again. That was incredible, although a bit more painful as Black Orc had pummeled the hell out of my second ring. I don’t think I was conscious for his second ravaging. I finally sort of came back to myself and took note that I was now lying on a low, single bed, the dim red light of the dungeon still glowing around me. How I got out of the sling, I honestly don’t recall. I just knew that I was alone, on a bed, still in the dungeon. “And how is Astor the Impure feeling?” I heard the Dungeon Master ask from somewhere behind my head. “Sore,” I mumbled. “And tired. And more than a bit grateful that it’s all over, Dungeon Master.” “Oh, your adventure isn’t over yet, Astor. You see, I haven’t had my turn yet. The Orcs each took two turns on you—well, Bobby took three technically, as he used your mouth for one of his loads. Damn, that kid can shoot, huh? Anyway, that was 11 turns. The die spoke and chose 12. So that leaves me.” As he said this, he walked around the bed to face me. He was still wearing his horned mask and harness, but now he was naked. He really did have an impressive physique. Muscular but not overdone. Furry chest and belly. Salt and pepper in his beard. And jutting out proudly from his groin was a beercan of a cock. Truly it looked like a can of beer with a cock head on it. It was maybe 7” at a stretch, but it was at least that in circumference, or more. And he was uncut, the skin partially covering his cock head. And there was a glistening drop of precum at his piss slit. A smile played across the Dungeon Master’s face. “I see you staring at my cock, Astor. Don’t worry, I’m not like the others. I’m not going to hurt you with it. No, I’m going to make you beg for me to fuck you. But I do enjoy letting the boys go first. It makes entry… less challenging. Besides, I do love fucking a cum-filled hole.” I groaned at the prospect of what was coming. I honestly didn’t think my ass could take anymore. It was intensely sore and I had a dull ache radiating waves inside me—somewhere below my belly button, but deep. I briefly remembered that I had a safe phrase that I could utter, but I had temporarily forgotten what it was. “Turn over, Astor. Get on all fours at the edge of the bed. If you please.” Slowly, I did as I was commanded. Fear was gnawing at my stomach. But as I was kneeling, the fuck didn’t come. Instead, a soft touch started caressing my back. It wasn’t flesh to flesh, it felt… furry. I could tell it was the Dungeon Master rubbing my back with something. Later I learned that it was a mink glove. All I know is that after being ravaged by the Orcs, this felt amazing. The smooth, cool petting was making the skin on my back come alive. I shivered. He started running the glove over my ass. My legs. My balls. As he was doing this, I felt a warm, wet presence at my asshole. I tensed up, but soon realized that it was his tongue. He was licking and probing my hole with his broad, flat tongue. Lapping at it while simultaneously rubbing me with the fur glove. My spent, sore body was starting to awaken, and I felt my cock hardening. My arousal was slowly rekindling under his ministrations, the fear in my gut slowing transforming to desire. Eventually I gave my mind and body over to what Master was doing and just let myself simply exist in the moment. It was liberating. He could tell by how my body was reacting that I was getting there. The mink glove slowly worked back up to my shoulder area. His tongue left my ass crack, to eventually be replaced by the broad head of his cock. He wasn’t pushing into me, it merely was resting there. Nudging around. Teasing. The glove worked around to my nipples, and when the mink made contact my body lit on fire. I started to have involuntary shivers and spasms, my back began to arch, and my ass to hump back into Master. “You really do have sensitive nipples, don’t you Astor?” I could hear the rough arousal in his voice. He kept teasing me with the glove. “Sir… Oh fuck! Oh yes! You have no idea Master… oh shit. Jesus!” “Get on your back, Astor.” I flipped over, hungrily. The Dungeon Master slowly crept up onto the bed with me. He took off the glove and put it aside. I think he saw me pouting a bit at that, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m just going to work your nipples with other things now. It’s a bitch to get cum and lube out of mink.” Without breaking eye contact with me, his mouth slow descended to my throbbing erection. Feeling the wet heat of his mouth on my dick, coupled with the demonic mask was sending my desire skyrocketing. It was so hot watching him slowly work my cock with his bearded mouth. I was shivering once again and my breathing was shallow. From there, he methodically worked his mouth up my stomach to my chest, eventually finding my nipples. Feeling his mouth on my nipples, his tongue flicking up and down, his teeth lightly nibbling and teasing the pebbled flesh created a sexual urgency in me that I had rarely experienced. I needed him to fuck me. I needed his cock inside me. I NEEDED. “Please… oh dear god… PLEASE fuck me Dungeon Master SIR! Can’t…. take… much… more…” I croaked. “Need…. Cock… in… me.” He abruptly pulled off my nipple and his mouth found mine. And hoh. Lee. Fuck! What a fantastic kisser! You know how sometimes kissing just is awkward and does nothing for you and it’s like your mouths are fighting? But then other times you kiss a guy and everything just fucking works and you can’t get enough and their lips are soft and the beard rough and it’s like electricity? Yeah, it was the second one. In spades. I was literally seeing fireworks behind my eyes as his body pressed into mine as we made out like horny teenagers. When we finally broke the kiss, I couldn’t take any more. “Fuck me. NOW.” I commanded. I didn’t even bother with calling him Dungeon Master or anything. I was a full, free, active participant at this point and I was going to bottom him so hard. He grabbed the lube and greased his prodigious cock. I asked for a little and fingered some into my well-worn asshole. I lifted my legs to give him access, and he hooked his muscular arms in the crooks of my knees. He lined up his cock, and slowly started to push inside me as his glittering eyes held mine. Fuck, it was like being split open again, but I didn’t care. It burned like a motherfucker and I knew my asshole was probably tearing a bit. But fuck it. I needed him in me like I’d never needed anything before. Thankfully, he took his time- doing small back and forth movements to slowly work my hole open. I was doing my best breathing exercises to relax my hole and take it, seeing as how I didn’t have any poppers handy. I stared into his eyes and locked my hands behind his neck as he opened me up around his cuntwrecker. When he finally bottomed out, I pulled him into a deep kiss. I was in blissful heaven as I was full beyond measure with cock. With HIS cock. And his mouth on mine was bellows to my inner fire. I could feel him slowly start to fuck me as my hole yielded to him completely. He sighed into my mouth. I don’t know how long we fucked, I really don’t. 10 minutes? 2 hours? I completely lost all sense of time drowning in wave after wave of pleasure. Mind, body, and spiritual pleasure. He was soul fucking me and I finally grasped what that meant. Toward the end I was holding my feet and pulling my legs wide for him and begging him to breed me. He was fucking me hard, his left hand holding me down at the base of my throat, the right flicking my left nipple. The extra nipple attention pushed me right over the edge. I started spraying my load everywhere. It felt like I was emptying out a year’s worth of semen all the way from my toes. I just kept coming and coming, gobbets spewing everywhere. As I looked up at my Master, I saw his head tilt back and he roared as he unleashed volley after volley after volley of hot seed deep into me. I could feel the wet heat of him sere my insides. It truly felt like a demon was cumming the very fires of hell into me. After our collective spasming subsided, he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty, sticky heap. We kissed more in our post-orgasmic haze- slowly, deeply and languidly, eventually drifting off to sleep. I awoke sometime later, completely discombobulated. Dungeon Master stirred beside me. “Um, I should probably go home now sir.” I whispered. “That’s your choice, Astor. Did you have a good adventure at least?” “Honestly? The guys taking turns on me was fun at first, but it kind of got to be a bit much. And I can’t believe it was all bareback sex and they came in me. I normally only let guys I’m dating do that. But the sex with you? Wow. Fucking WOW. So I would do it all again, if it meant getting to right here.” “I’m glad to hear that, and I really enjoyed fucking you. I haven’t been that connected with a guy in quite some time. I look forward to doing it again,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I also don’t mind sharing you with the others. You are a full member of our campaign, now. We’ll actually have D&D nights—sex totally optional. It won’t be like it was tonight; unless you want it to be.” “I’m honestly not sure I could take another session like that one,” I said. “But I think I wouldn’t mind having grandpa Orc fuck me again. That dick hit places I didn’t even know existed in me.” He laughed. “That’s Roger. And yeah, it’s pretty amazing. He actually left his card and number for you. I think your ass charmed him. As did your no-handed orgasm.” As I was getting dressed to leave, a niggling thought had finally worked it’s way through my brain to my mouth. “Um, Dungeon Master? Nobody used a condom tonight… so, everyone is, um negative… right? I mean, they wouldn’t have cum in me if they were positive… right?” He walked me up the stairs and to the front door. “Oh Astor,” he said shaking his head. “Remember when I asked you to roll dice during our initial chat? That was to determine what type of guys would be fucking you tonight.” “And I rolled a 7,” I stated flatly. This was a low number. Icy fear gripped the pit of my stomach. “Yes. You did. And your dice chose your path. Remember, we did give you a safe phrase so that you could have stopped the adventure at any point, but you didn’t. And if you search your soul, I think you’ll discover why you didn’t. I was stunned and starting to panic a bit. I found myself out on the porch as he was slowly closing the door. “Until we meet again, Astor. Oh, and when you get home, you may want to make a saving throw versus poison.”

I had never seen it before, but as I scrolled through grindr the other day I came across an interesting profile. "Piggy +" was all it said. There was a pic of a handsome, hairy guy and a few random details. Curious (and horny), I hit him up. As I often do, I sent him two pics to show what I was looking for: the first was of a raw cock buried in my hole, the second was of my hole dripping cum afterward. He took a few minutes to respond and at first I wondered if he was interested, but in response to my pics, I received a pic of a thick uncut hog next to a 12 oz soda can. The cock was longer than the soda can, and it didn't look like it was much thinner! Turned out that he works pretty close to me, but I hadn't seen him before because he just re-joined the app after a long time away from it. We exchanged messages for a while as he was able. He finished work at 4:00 so naturally, I invited him to come by and unload when he did. He readily agreed. We chatted a while longer and agreed that I would undress and wait ass-up just inside the door to my apartment. I spent the afternoon making sure I was clean and ready to take the pounding I hoped he would give me. A few minutes after 4:00, he messaged to say he was on his way. I unlocked the door, undressed, and squirted some lube up my hole just for good measure. I had laid out a sheet on the floor of my living room, and I got down on all 4's on it to await his arrival. Footsteps in the hallway and then the doorknob turned. I heard this stranger enter my apartment. He paused; I hoped he was admiring the view of my slightly gaped hole staring back at him. After a moment I heard the familiar rustle as he shed his clothes. A finger slid effortlessly into my slicked-up pucker, then two. He slid them in and out for a bit before withdrawing them. Then I felt his tongue instead. He licked my hole, sucking on it a bit, and darting his tongue in and out almost like a lizard. It felt amazing! I didn't want this treatment to end, but soon he spoke his first words: "I need to breed this hole." Music to my ears! I heard the click of the lube cap and then a pressure on my hole. I took a few huge huffs from my brown bottle as the head of this enormous member popped inside me. Without stopping, he slid all the way in until he was balls-deep. The tip caressed my prostate over and over as he began rhythmically sliding in and out, in and out. The precum ran in rivers from my cock, soaking the sheet beneath me. It was sheer heaven! Gradually, he picked up the pace and as he did so, he grabbed my hips. Soon he was pounding me relentlessly, his body slapping against mine each time he thrust deep inside me. I clenched my hole around his shaft and felt it get harder. He was about to cum! With a moan, he began dumping his warm cum deep in my guts, his cock jerking and spasming against my still-tightened sphincter. At last the spasms subsided and he slowly withdrew. I spun around and cleaned him off with my mouth, in customary fashion. Without another word, he dressed. Headed for the door, he paused for a second and said, "The plus sign on my profile IS what you think it is." Then he was gone. I felt a chill of excitement wash over me. I grabbed a toy, a 6" dildo that I've had for years. For the next five minutes I plunged it in and out of my hole, stopping occasionally to clean the poz cum and my ass juices off before plunging it back inside me. When I had seen the "+" sign on his profile that it meant he was poz. Now that I knew, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I couldn't stop playing with myself. Eventually I jerked off, knowing that if his seed took, my load would soon be toxic too. I messaged him on grindr about an hour later. "Hot time, you're welcome anytime you need to breed an ass." His response was simply the purple, grinning devil emoji followed by a pig snout. I very much hope this becomes a regular thing.

I really want to create sons, but i have a mental block of pozzing them without consent, my mates say get them slammed and they will say yes to anything, but surely they should have a say in it, so just curious as to others thoughts and feelings

Hey guys, Since early this year, after getting on Prep, I have become a total cumdump. I’m talking about 10 loads a week through Grindr, BBRT, and bookstores. While a lot of the loads come from familiar people, 10 times 52 is about 500 loads a year. I can’t help it, and ever since I took my first load last December all I can think about is being a submissive fuckboy, who lives for raw cock in my mouth and pussy. Every day I wakeup and dream of being in missionary, legs in the air, begging men to cum in me. Gangbangs, Double penetration, being whored out by a friend (who knows I’m a slut) - these things now define me and I love being a whore. I figure if it’s 400-500 loads this year, it will be more next year. My question is, do you think Prep will work for such a total cumdump?

I enjoy the contrast of sizes when I see Dr Wolf cumming in him balls deep missionary

I agree with 10/10, with the caveat that I am NOT a trained professional in any relevant fields, so I have the humility to not be adamant in my opinions.

Mmm, hot as.. big, raw, uncut veiny cock.. had my mouth watering too

Friday night at Flex Atlanta was almost a bust compared to the 15 loads the night before, but ended up with 3 loads. Saturday night went anon ass up face down with blindfold at Red Roof Inn in Druid Hills. Took a total of 8 loads. Not bad considering someone said there were 4 cumdumps at the hotel. #7 took this pic and sent it to me through Grindr.

18. Met up with the owner of a BBS (note for the young: online before the internet was invented). Arrived at his place, showed me his setup, invited me upstairs to see the bigger equipment! He was late 40's, slim, had a good sized cock. Sucked him, then he moved me into a doggie position, and fucked me. He used a condom, but it broke. Something he didnt mention, but i found it when i got home lol. Never used one since.

Well, happy birthday and happy new year, even when a bit delayed, to you! Knowing this is making the time for your new part of your masterpiece seaming like just a short while….. Thank you for sharing your skills with us!

I will do that for sure

Started the new year with a bang. Two of my favorite fuckbuddies didn't mind sharing. One younger guy into daddies and a late 40s guy. Both apped me around 1am. Asked if they would mind sharing. No problem. Younger guy got here first and pumped a load in. Older guy arrived. Took a long time fucking until he shot his load. Younger guy added two more. Fuck.....! If this is how 2022 is going to be I'm going to have a lot of fun 😉

Wow a chem-free story .. all the hotter

Great story- love rough sex…. And “poz chasing” bodes well for the next chapter….. he said hopefully….

Driving to Tim and Kates place after a month since we last played. All I can think of was the last time. How fucking thick Tim’s cock was watching it open up Kate’s pussy. How her pussy felt when I was inside her and when she cam squirting soaking my cock and balls dripping down my ass. How she begged me to cum deep in her, then how Tim moved in taking my leaking cum from her pussy with that thick cock to shove it back deep in her until he unloaded in her. There was so much cum everywhere. I got to the hotel and was welcomed by a naked Tim with a very hard very thick cock. Come in make your self comfortable Kate is still in the bath relaxing. Tim handed me a drink as I stripped my cock already hard and leaking. Dam you look ready to play he said. So do you it looks even thicker then I remember I don’t know how she can take it all in her Tim. He laughed its all about the kink and spreading the cum and juices inside and out. Tim that is hot but I do have to amet that I have been a little bit worried. We jumped right into fucking last time and used no protection without talking and I’m married you know. He said don’t worry she can’t get pregnant, and we don’t swing a lot. In fact it was really hot to get your cum inside my cock as well as her pussy. What do you mean in your cock? The cock ring I have on I can adjust it to almost fist my cock so it opens up my piss slit. When I was fucking your creampie back into Kate pussy I could feel you cum getting pushed into my piss slit. Dam Tim that’s kinky. Here let me show you Kate doesn’t really like bi play so let’s take advantage well she is busy. Before I knew it Tim had my cock in his mouth sucking me. Dam it felt good he sucked deep sucking my precum from the tip as we moved his hand to my ass pulling me deeper. He let my cock free and stood up so I got right to my knees and took as much as that thick cock in my married mouth as I could. Dam he was leaking I could taste that precum as I kept sucking him. Tim said he boy I’m going to cum a few times tonight get ready. When I tell you stand up and fist your cock and open your piss slit Tim said. I’m not sure what he had in mind but I sucked his big thick daddy cock the best I could. Tim said now so I stood up and took my hard cock in my had and fisted it to open the piss slit. Tim put the tip of his cock tight against mine and shot his cum into my piss slit. Dam it burned some and felt like to went down to my balls. Kate came in and gave me a deep kiss as I was still trying to recover, come fuck me deep first before foreplay baby. She lay back on the bed spreading her legs as Tim came over and slipped his special cock ring on me opening my piss slit showing his cum. I got on top of her that hot pussy pulled me deep inside her. Fuck she was so wet and I could feel her wetness on the tip of my cock as I fucked her deep and hard. It wasn’t long before she was cumming covering my cock and balls in her cum the bed was soaking wet and I could feel her juice in my cock. Dam I’m out of shape after fucking her hard and fast dripping sweat I rolled off as Tim replaced me shoving his thick cock fast and deep in her. Was hot watching them fuck her pussy red and dripping knowing I was hitting her deep and he was stretching her wide. Tim looked over at me, ready to fuck my cum back into her? Fuck yes Tim breed her. He pushed deep and you could see his ball tighten up as he pumped her full. Tim rolled off and Kate got on all fours as Tim grabbed my Cock and tight the ring to open up my piss slit and lined me up with her dripping pussy. Fuck it was so hot and wet a mix of her cum and his and I fucked his cum back into her with my raw married cock not knowing if his cum was going down my piss slit or not. Fucking away holding her hips seeing those hot tits swing I didn’t notice Tim cum behind me. He whispered in my ear fuck her deep and don’t say anything as I felt the tip of his hard cock push between my cheeks. Fuck I pushed deep and unloaded in Kate right as Tim’s head of this thick cock popped in me and started cumming.

You and me both. I wonder how many hours - years ago - I wasted on the cruise sites. I don't like to fuck guys that aren't "present", off on some damn "cloud" somewhere. As the online stuff got more and more full of junkies, I just quit them. Haven't missed them one iota, either. Qualifier: in the darkrooms, I'm sure there are plenty of drugged-up holes, and I couldn't care less. In the darkrooms, they're already there, full of Seed off other Cocks, ready for more, and that's all I care about in the fuckjoints. I have a few fuckbuds that come over, or I go to their place, and these are guys I know, they're not junkies, and I do give a rats ass about them. A couple of beers or a smoke (as in weed) is one thing - the rest, no thanks.

Completely uninterested in hard to get prissy queens , that’s why I like dark rooms - the gym are complete slags ( but often some of the nicest , happiest guys I have met .

I’ve had a reverse PA for a little more than 25 years. Started at a 10ga and eventually stretched up to the current 0ga (pics attached). The women I have slept with have ALL been EXTREMELY pleased with it. I’m about 98% bottom with guys, but the guys that I do top are generally very happy with how it feels inside them. Only inexperienced or occasional bottoms have ever complained (they apparently didn’t know about poppers 😂). As a bottom, despite always on the lookout for an equipped top, it was some 23 years after I got mine before I experienced my first one - he had a 2ga regular PA and it was FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!!!! 🤤🤤🤤 Then again in early September, I managed to hook up with a young top in Champaign, Illinois. He was hot and his 4ga PA was also FANTASTIC!!! He bred me 3 times because I kept cleaning up his cock with my mouth and tongue and getting him hard again. 😎 He said my pussy was like velvet on his cock (I hear that often 😉). So, yes, by all means, I LOVE being pounded by a pierced cock and, given the choice, would take pierced cock of most any kind over non-pierced any day. That said, I NEVER turn down any hard, raw cock that wants to breed me. 🐷🤤🤤🤤

I was loved that I had cum in my ass, but I disappointed I let it happen. I really was trying not to take any cock since I had been fisted so my hole could close. It must have been closed enough because they both came. One quickly, I went back to my place and waited. Signed on to squirt, looked for messages and the straight guy coming into town hit me up, I have received four responses, your is still the best. If the fifth guy does not email me before I get to town you win. I emailed him back, excellent Sir. I will serve you well and long Sir. I also had an email from the hotel guy, and he said, be here at 10 PM, I am free early. I looked and that meant I needed to be there in 30 minutes. I hopped in the shower and changed and got on my way. I arrived at room 635 five minutes late. I entered the dark room, he grabbed my neck and said you are fucking late faggot, you better please me tonight or else. I got down on my knees and relaxed my throat, brought some popper and sniffed them a few hits. He seemed tolerate that. He fucked my throat right away and I took him after flying on the poppers. He worked my throat in five-minute intervals and after twenty minutes he bust his first load. He tapped my check with his hand and said, you are better. I forgive you for being late. He said, now eat my hole till I am hard again, work up another load so I can fuck it down your throat. He got on the bed this time and laid back and lifted his legs at the edge of the bed, I spread his checks and ate his hot hole and tongue fucked him while he moaned and called me names. Then he turned over and got on all fours, he had his head on a pillow and spread his ass for me, He pushed back on my tongue like he wanted to get fucked, he was fucking himself with my tongue and I never want to top but suddenly I wanted to slide my bare cock inside him and fuck him till I shot my load inside him. I reached up and rubbed his taint and there were no repercussions, I worked up to my tongue and rubbed his hole with my thump while my tongue licked around it. His hole was so wet, and he had been so receptive I had to try, pressed my finger against his tight hole while I licked around it, and he pressed back on it. Fucked himself on my finger. He moved up on the bed, my finger pulled out, I crawled the bed. I had pulled my shorts off, and I was boned and naked from the waist down. My heart was beating so fast, I began to eat his hole again. The finger slipped in, and he started fucking himself with it, I finally got to courage to pull my finger out and rub my dick on his hole. He let me, my dick had so much precum. I eventually spit on my hand and lubed up my cock and pressed it on his hole. He pressed back and my dick slide inside him. He fucked himself for a minute and then I fucked him for ten minutes while he moaned, and I shot inside him. I immediately pulled out and began eating his hole again as he moaned some more. He pressed back on my tongue, and he told me to slide under him. I hit the poppers and side under, and he slide his cock in my mouth and fucked me for ten minutes with one small break so I could breathe and shot his load down my throat again. He got up and went into the bathroom and I got dressed and rushed out of the room before he beat me or something. When I got back, there was a message from him. Faggot, I will be back next week, your throat will be needed. I emailed him that I was ready to serve! Neither of us mentioned how I breed him; I am hoping he gives me another chance or two to fuck him. I dozed off satisfied and feel asleep with my alarm set for 6:30 Am.

@hntnhole - In my case it wasn’t the hole - the foreskin had adhered or fused to the glans in some abnormal way, and incision was the only workable solution. Obviously not a common problem.

While I believe I’m a natural bottom/ faggot, I was definitely corrupted(nurtured) into the raw/ cumdump lifestyle. I say this because when I first started having sex I wasn’t aware of the concept of “bareback” and how much I would love it. I didn’t fantasize or watch porn about raw sex anymore than I did condom sex. When having sex I didn’t care whether or not condoms were used. It took some corruption by some Tops to shape me into the cumdump I am today. Now I can’t even imagine having condom sex or even getting turned on by the suggestion of condoms. I was convinced to see them as a hard limit. Today, it feels like nature but I wonder what would’ve been different if I hadn’t met those Tops, or if I lived in a different era/ society.

I'm of the opinion and always have been that nobody has the right to dictate to you what you do with your body. You only have a short time here to enjoy life so indulge in all of the pleasures you can before you check out. That said, if you want meaningful companionship, honest communication is key. I totally understand the thrill of cheating. Im guilty of it myself, but I have also always tried to be honest with my partners. Was only ever in two real long-term relationships. The first lasted for 9 years and we were open throughout it the entire time and we had a very wholesome companionship. The second lasted for 6 1/2 years and was disastrous, mainly because he was exceedingly immature and he could not be open and honest with me and always tried to make me feel guilty about wanting to open our relationship up, and guess why I ended it? He cheated on me. After all of the years I offered an open relationship and even when wanting to break up with him over that, he convinced me to go to couples counseling, and I did, only to confess that I was guilty of cheating but because I felt suffocated as he wouldnt accept a break up, nor would he accept an open relationship. Im promiscuous and a sex addict. It is my nature. I tried to alwasy give him the same opportunity to indulge in his pleasures as I wanted to indulge in mine. Then when came time for him to confess to the counselor and I what I already knew in my heart, he said he had only ever talked dirty. Well, I gave him the benefit of the doubt... Fortunately for me, a guy he cheated on me with told me about a month later, and when I finally confronted him, I ended it for good. Not because of the infidelity which I could care less about, but because he was just a liar and with all of the chances I gave him to open up, he instead chose to have his cake and eat it too. Thats the bottom line here: if you love your partner, be honest with them. There are some really great resources available that you can utilize to initiate a dialogue about opening up. One of them is called "The Jealousy Workbook", and it is filled with a lot of fun activities you both can do together and separately to gauge your comfort levels. Of all the men ive known in my life, the relationships that were open to some degree seemed to me to be the most genuine.

The sexy hipster, part 1 Matt was getting fucked regularly by the “safe sex top” and his cousin – sometimes a threesome, sometimes one on one, a couple times the cousin brought a friend. Matt was getting bred by them every fuck. The guys would say things to Matt like, “I wish more hot sluts would take our cocks bare,” and “You’re such a hot cumdump.” Matt loved getting fucked by these guys. He really enjoyed the sex. What he didn’t understand was why the “safe sex top” kept turning him down for dinners, coffees, movies, etc. If was clear the guy loved fucking him and cumming in his holes, but the top was just not going to date Matt. Matt was hurt, but not devastated. He knew he was cute and sexy – the guys told him so almost every time they fucked him. Matt got back on AOL. He decided to focus on a guy who would meet him for a date – not sex; not cyber sex; not phone sex – a regular date. BAM! Within two days, Matt and this guy, John, were talking on the phone and arranging to meet at a bar in John’s neighborhood. John lives in a hipster ‘hood with trendy, cheap places to shop, lots of indie coffee houses, and cheap food and drinks. John is sexy. His body is tight and he is about 5’9”, 130 lbs, black hair and blue eyes. So pretty that Matt is really excited for the date. John and Matt meet at the bar. They have a couple drinks and really hit it off. Matt is kinda staring at John’s model gorgeous face while they talk. John is touching Matt’s leg and arm. Matt doesn’t want the night to end. John doesn’t either and he invites Matt back to his place. John lives in a really cool, exposed brick loft with an open floor plan. Matt tells John that his place is very sexy, just like him. John leans in and kisses Matt. John and Matt are making out in the kitchen, their clothes are coming off. Matt sees John’s tight body and abs as John stands before him in his boxers. Matt, in his briefs, sinks to his knees, kisses John’s abs, licks them, and goes for John’s thick cock jutting his boxers. John stops Matt, takes his hand, and guides Matt to the bedroom. John lays on the bed, his cock pops through the boxer opening and Matt bends over and takes it in his mouth. Matt sucks the head. John moans. Matt sucks the girthy 7” cock and is liking the feeling as the cockhead hits the back of his throat. Matt gives John head for awhile – probably about 10 minutes – and John is loving it. John pulls Matt up the bed and makes out with him. John takes off his boxers. John pulls off Matt’s briefs. John says, “I have to fuck you. You are so sexy.” Matt is under John, his legs spread and John between his legs, cock pressing on his hole, “Matt says fuck me.” John reaches over, grabs so lube and a condom; sheathes his John, rubs lube on his cock and fingers some into Matt’s hole. Matt is so happy John is about to fuck him, but he’s been getting fucked bareback so much Matt’s afraid he won’t enjoy sex with a condom. John pushes his head inside Matt. Matt grunts, but he has been getting fucked a lot recently, so Matt’s anal ring gives way to John’s cock. John slides in Matt a couple inches. Matt winces now and bites his lip. John sees this, kisses Matt, and says, “Tell me when you are ready for more.” Matt relaxes and a minute later John is balls deep in Matt. Matt moans when John’s cock hits his prostate. John and Matt fuck missionary at first, then doggie which is so amazing for Matt, then Matt’s chest on the bed/ass in the air, then Matt pressed on the bed. Matt is a bit uncomfortable in some positions because he can feel the condom more. But mostly Matt is moaning like a bitch. This fucking has been going on for 15 minutes or more. John is saying dirty things to Matt about how good his ass feels. Matt loves this fuck. Then as John’s cock hits Matt’s insides again, Matt realizes that he has to pee. He is kinda embarrassed and doesn’t want the fucking to stop. But the sensation is too much and Matt is now afraid that he will pee on John’s bed. Matt tells John he has to pee, apologizes, kisses John, hops out of bed and goes to the bathroom. In the bed, John is flipped over on his back and stroking his cock which is getting soft. He doesn’t want Matt to think he isn’t into him or doesn’t find him sexy or is annoyed, so John pulls off the condom. John keeps stroking his cock, grabs another condom from the nightstand, puts in the bed, uses some lube to stroke himself. Matt uses his time in the bathroom to make sure he is clean, looking sexy, and takes that needed piss. Matt comes back to the bedroom. He sees John stroking his bare cock. Matt is pleasantly surprised. He gets back on the bed, straddles John, kisses him and apologizes for needing to use the bathroom. John says its no big deal. Matt takes John’s cock, lines it up with his used hole, and slides down on the bare cock. John looks up at Matt, surprised. He says, “My cock is in your ass bareback.” Matt says, “I know.” John doesn’t move to stop Matt riding his bare cock. This feels so good for John. John says, “This feels so good.” Matt rides John’s cock up and down slowly, letting John get used to the feeling of his ass without a condom. John is moaning and stifling grunts. Matt is working his dick so well. John pulls Matt off him, tells him to get in doggie position, and gets behind Matt. It’s now that Matt sees the unopened condom in front of him and realized that John didn’t intend to be fucking him raw. John slides his raw cock all the way into Matt. He is fucking Matt hard now. Matt has one hand on the wall, the other stroking his cock. He’s moaning and looking at the unopened condom beneath him. John is roughly fucking Matt and says he is close. Matt pushes his ass back and says me too. John says, “Do you want me to cum inside you?” Matt says, “Yes cum in me.” John grabs Matt’s hips. Slams his cock into Matt and Matt can feel the wetness inside him as the cum is shot all over his unprotected ass. Matt’s eyes fall back on the unopened condom as he smiles. Matt grunts, strokes his cock and cums on John’s bed, the unopened condom, and his hand. John and Matt cuddle for awhile after sex. John is concerned about the bareback sex. Matt reassures John that he got tested recently and that it was negative. After the cuddling and conversation, Matt and John fuck again. John cums deeply in Matt’s ass without asking as Matt is bent over John’s bed.

Started prep in 2014 and averaged 800 loads a year. I was a frequent traveler for work and went ass up in hotels around the country. Then my traveling stopped in 2020 and I wasn’t taking as many loads. Was mostly hooking up with regulars so I stopped prep to give my body a break from the meds. 2 months later…I’m poz. Everything is fine now. No more worries either. Poz and proud.

Isn't this kinda cancel culturey, and is that considered woke? The dreary purist trends here in the US are censoruous and retrograde, though the pendulum inevitably swings both ways. Inoffensive sleaze seems like an oxymoron.

I need to get into some ass. Where's it going to happen?

A few years after i had cock in my mouth for the first time

I have felt this way for a long time. I am a natural raw cumdump slut bottom. If I haven’t had a load in my ass for 2-3 days, I really start craving it. It feels good to go to bed at night with another man’s load absorbing into my body.....especially hotter if it’s from someone that I don’t know much about.

Going to jail and get fucked and pozzed is one of my ultimate fantasies. Being cumslut for many inmates.

I walked into the shower, casual as could be, and turned on the shower closest to the entrance. I was foolish to think I would be safer closer to the door but that's the one I took. But the shower didn't work. I tried another and another, till I found one near the back that brought forth a spray of warm water. Justin was there, under a shower on the opposite side, and I almost left. But it would have been too obvious, and when I gave a furtive glance in his direction, trying not to look at his magnificent, muscular body, but looking anyway, I stayed. I adjusted the temperature and stood with my back to him, my head tilted up into the spray. I soaked up the warmth for several minutes then punched the soap dispenser. It was empty. I reached over to the next dispenser and punched it, but it was empty too and I swore under my breath. I heard the rapid punching of Justin's dispenser behind me. "Here, I tried `em all, and they're all empty except mine," he said, his voice suddenly closer behind me. "Gonna have to get on Billie's ass about that." I knew how he and the other guys would do that. Billie was the towel boy; that's what they called him. He was the coach's assistant. He laundered the towels and whatever else he found laying around the locker room, and cleaned the place and kept the soap dispensers filled, or was supposed to. I thought they abused Billie but he didn't seem to mind all the indignities they heaped on him. He worshipped the hunky athletes, and reveled in their attention; in a way, much the same as I did. I turned to find Justin standing close, holding out his cupped hands full of liquid soap. I put my hands out for the soap but much to my surprise he put his hands up and dumped it on my chest and quickly rubbed it over my chest before it all ran down. "Thanks," I said in a hoarse voice. "Yeah," he grunted as he turned away from me. My chest tightened at the sight of him walking back to his shower; his round, tight butt, his incredibly muscular legs, the wide, muscle-heaped shoulders. He took my breath away, and I think he knew it. He was so intimidating; both his overall size and muscularity, and specifically the size of his cock. I turned to face the wall again; I felt safer if I did not look at him. I didn't hurry so it would be noticed, but I didn't linger unnecessarily. I waited for the suds I'd worked up to wash down my body. I waited...I waited, to see if he was going to do anything. If he did, there was nothing I could do about it. He out-weighed me by a good forty pounds, and it was all rock-solid muscle. Rippling, beautiful, hard muscle. If he did, well, I would submit like I always did. Part of me wanted him to; maybe that was the reason I didn't rush. Truth, I said I didn't linger unnecessarily, but I could've left the shower sooner than I did. A lot of me wanted him to try something; despite the risk and the pain I knew he would cause. If he got rough, it could be worse, but I had endured it before. I heard a noise from the locker room and jumped. "It's just Coach Baldwin coming in," Justin said. Yes, Coach Baldwin. I was sure he knew about what sometimes went on in the showers. He never came back to the showers, but more than once he had seen Justin come back into the locker room, dripping wet, and me, a few minutes behind him; just the two of us back there, too often to be coincidental. Yeah, he knew what went on back there, and in that, gave his approval, just like he never said anything about the way they treated Billie. I was pretty sure the coach knew I was gay, but he chose not to make an issue of it, and I think that was partly because he thought I might be handy to have around for his players to get their satisfaction and work off their frustrations. I wasn't doing that; so far, it was only Justin, but I think he thought I was. I jumped at the feel of Justin's hand on my butt. "Didn't mean to scare you," he said huskily. Nothing else was said. I knew what he wanted; what he was going to do. He smoothed his big hands all over my butt, squeezing the taut muscles with his big, thick fingers that wrapped so easily around a football, now probing between my buns. His hands were slick with liquid soap. I let out a little gasp when he touched my asshole with the tip of his finger. Dreading it or wanting it, I was ready for him. Okay, I guess I did linger on purpose; hell I had even flushed out for him, just in case. He would find me squeaky clean, as always. He didn't like it if he pulled his cock out of my ass and he wasn't clean, so I began coming to the showers prepared for any eventuality. He shoved his strong, thick finger deep inside me, probing for the spot that he knew would drive me crazy and get me all primed for him. I gasped and whined like a baby when he found my prostate. He knew right where to go and what to do to get me going. In no time, he had me squirming around on his long, meaty finger, twisting my hips around, moaning and thrusting my butt back against his hand. I waited for him to use the second finger. Fuck! I whispered to myself when he shoved them both inside me. He had big, long, thick fingers. Two of his fingers felt like a small cock. His cock would feel like a stallion. He probed my ass with both fingers, gouging deep, then found my prostate again. I was practically dancing on the balls of my feet, squirming around on his hand. I could hardly stand it when he did that. He could make me come just doing that to my prostate but he didn't know that, and he didn't ever spend enough time doing it to get me off, for which I was glad. If he did, he would go right ahead and fuck me even if I shot off. He pulled his fingers out and I glanced over my shoulder to see him walking back to his shower. He's not leaving me like this, I thought frantically. I was scared of being fucked, and of being caught, but God, I would go nuts if he left me high and dry. But he punched the soap dispenser and came back with a handful of soap that he spread over his cock and between my buns. I looked over my shoulder to watch him lube up his cock. It was huge and beautiful; awesome, thick. The size...it was at least nine inches long, and as thick as my wrist. I was glad that it wasn't as thick as Justin's wrist. The head was enormous; fuck, it looked the size of a baseball. He gently kicked my feet wider apart and pressed his hand against the small of my back, urging me to take my stance. I knew how he wanted me; we'd done it enough times. I stood with my hands against the tiled wall, my back arched, my butt jutted out to him. He liked for me to arch my back because he said it tilted my butt up just right. He rinsed the soap off his hands and clasped them around my hipbones to hold me fast as he shoved his cock between my slick buns. The head found its way--it had been there many times--and pushed anxiously at my hole. I braced myself, cringing already in anticipation of the pain that I knew was coming. I tried to focus past it, to the intense pleasure that would follow, but always the fright of the pain stood in the way till it was past. He pushed hard and with a soft grunt the head of his cock slipped through my hole. "UUUhnnnnnnn," I moaned softly, throwing my head back. No matter how many times, I was never prepared for that initial burst of pain. "Yeah, you know it's gonna hurt going in," he said apologetically. It always hurt like hell when he shoved it through my hole; so bad I thought I might pass out. But I knew it would pass and then start to feel good in a minute or two when he buried it in deep. I prayed for the seconds to pass, and counted them down. I cringed with my eyes tightly shut, sucking in quiet gasps of air, trying to ride it out as his huge cock burrowed up inside me. I never ceased to wonder where it all went, but he was skilled at dodging any obstacles in his way and lodging it hard and deep in my guts. I counted the seconds as I was slowly impaled on the big club, till I felt his hard, hairy lower abs pressed against my spread butt, for I knew when I felt that, the pain would quickly subside. "Fuck, yeah, you're hot and tight as ever," he said as he pulled back on my hipbones to lock us tightly together. He held us tight for a moment, causing his big cock to buck and throb inside me; so tight that I couldn't move, and I wanted to. He was in me and the pain was subsiding and I wanted him to fuck me, or me fuck him. I wanted to move around on his cock, to make it rub against all the nerve endings, and to slide across my prostate. Finally, he loosened his grip, eased back and drove his cock back in and began to fuck me. "Ohhh, Godddd," I gasped as I rode back on his cock, clawing at the cool tiles on the wall. "Yeah, you like it, don't you?" "You know I do," I said. "You always act like you're afraid of me; afraid I'm going to come over to you." "Wouldn't you be if you had that horse cock of yours facing you?" I said. "But you like it," he said as he sloshed his cock in and out of me. "Yes, but I dread it going in." "I could use some of that stuff that numbs your ass but it would also numb my cock and we would be here till Tuesday," he said. "I don't think my ass could take that much drilling with your cock," I said. "Then we gotta do it the way we do it," he said. The way he said it, it was like fucking my ass was his God-given right, that I was put on earth for this purpose and he was preordained to fuck me any time he pleased. Maybe he was right. Little by little I leaned over, clawing my way down the tiled wall, hunkering back onto his cock, till I was bent over with my shoulders against the wall. I grabbed one of my ankles and pressed my right shoulder against the wall to keep my balance. I was able to watch Justin's hairy legs between mine as he thrust his cock in me. I reached back between my legs and grasped one of his calves. It was rock-hard, bulging as he rose up on the balls of his feet with each thrust. I took hold of his heavy balls with my other hand. "Aww, yeah, squeeze 'em," he groaned. "Hey, when you're done back here, Justin, I need to see you before you take off," came the voice from the doorway. I cringed at the sound of the coach's voice. It was the first time he'd ever come back to the showers when he knew Justin was back there and I wondered why this time. I was appalled to see his frame in the doorway. "Yes, sir, coach," Justin said without missing a stroke. The coach stood in the doorway and watched us for a moment. I saw his hand drop to the front of his jeans but it didn't linger. Then he turned and left. "So he does know," I said. "Sure he knows. Does that bother you?" "I would've preferred to believe he didn't," I said. Justin laughed. "He's known for quite a while. He says it's good for us, to get our rocks off and relieve the pressure. Which by the way, I'm gonna have to do," he said as he increased his speed and started slamming his cock into me. "Coach says he wants to see me, he don't like to be kept waiting." "Ohhh...Ohhh...Ohhh, fuck!" I groaned with the sudden roughness. Justin was usually gentle, but I liked his rough side as well. It was like he owned me; like I was his slave and he could fuck me any way he damn well pleased, and I didn't mind that. "I'm gonna come in a minute," he warned. "Can I have your load this time, if you can pull out?" I asked. "You want it in your mouth?" "Yes. I haven't had it that way for a long time." "Sure, any way you want it. I like shooting in your mouth and on your face, and watching you swallow it," he said. "You gotta swallow it if I give it to you that way." "Yes, I will. You know I will," I said. I hadn't planned on swallowing his come but I would now because that's what Justin wanted and he would be watching to see that I did. One thing he didn't like was to see his precious semen washing across the floor and swirling down the drain. I thought it odd that he thought it was so precious; fuck, he got it off so often, wasted it much of the time. When I sucked him off, on my knees under a shower, I liked to get a mouthful of warm semen and work it around in my mouth then let the shower spray gurgle and wash the come out, but he didn't like that. Swallowing it pure, I had a hard time getting the stuff down; it was so thick, and there was so much of it. Even when he shot on my face, he quickly scooped it up with his fingers and fed it to me before the shower spray could wash it off. I always tried to keep my hands off my own cock when I was doing Justin because I got too hot and excited and I didn't want to go off before he did, because without the desire, it was even harder to swallow his semen. Now, I wrapped one hand around my cock and started jacking off. I wanted to come with him. "Ohh, fuck...fuck, here it comes!" he announced as he thrust harder. "Give it to me," I reminded him. "Yeah...fuck...just a couple...more strokes...Ohh, Ohhhhhhh." Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my ass and I quickly turned around and dropped to my knees in front of him. He clasped one hand on top of my head and thrust his hips forward as he pounded his big meat with his fist. I opened my mouth wide to give him an easy target. Suddenly his cock erupted, sending a thick rope of semen sailing across the space between us that landed squarely in my mouth. "Fuck, bull's eye!" Justin exclaimed. He hit another bull's eye, and another, then his legs began shaking and his hand was unsteady and he was splattering come all over my face. Several more shots landed in my mouth then he shoved his cock in my mouth to finish off. I wallowed his warm, thick semen around his belching cock then opened my mouth for what was left that he'd scooped up to feed me. "Oh, fuck, man, you really know how to bring a guy off," he gasped. He didn't linger as he usually did, to let me suck and drain every drop of his precious man juice out of him. He pulled his cock out and walked back to his shower to wash off. I knelt there with my head laid back, jacking myself off as I savored the taste of the big stud's semen. As I got closer, I jacked harder, and I started groaning and whimpering with the pleasure that was building up in me. I wasn't going to open my mouth and let the shower spray gush in and dilute the precious nectar that was left on my tongue. I wanted to savor it. Finally, the dam burst and I started coming and swallowing the last of Justin's load at the same time. I was in a dark, steamy cloud of ecstasy as I trembled through my climax, oblivious of all else around me. "Fuck, you really shoot." I blinked my eyes open as I was aware of Justin's big hand squeezing my shoulder, to see him still standing right beside me, watching me jack off and shoot my load. I was glad he'd stayed to watch me but he didn't linger. "Be sure and rinse down the shower floor before you leave; that stuff's slick and somebody's liable to fall," he told me as he left the shower room. After a moment to recover I managed to get to my feet and stagger back under the spray of water to finish my shower. I took my time, washing my ass good, shoving my fingers way up inside. Even after I'd shot my load, my fingers still felt good. I wouldn't have minded all that much if Justin had come back and wanted to fuck me again. Or, hell, one of the other guys. I fantasized about that, being gang fucked by a bunch of the jocks. I wondered if they ever did that to Billie. Several weeks later...weeks without any sex or even overtures from Justin...I found myself in the shower with a bunch of the other jocks. Nothing unusual about that; it was the times when Justin and I were alone that were unusual. With the rest of the guys everything was normal; I was as straight as any of them. There was the usual banter, the vulgarity, the talk and lies about sex and I was quickly caught up in it. Till suddenly I felt a hand on my bare ass. I jumped and snapped my head around to see Justin standing there, under my shower with me, smiling. I blinked with surprise, gaped at him, thinking, no, he can't be serious...not here, not now...not with all the guys around. But his hand was still on my butt and he was squeezing it and his thumb had found its way deep into my ass crack. And to top it off, I saw the way his other hand was cupped, full of liquid soap that he fully intended to use. "No," I said quietly, shaking my head. "Yeah," he said. "It's your fantasy. You've mentioned it more than once. Let me get it started and you can live out your fantasy." "No, man," I said again. I didn't know when I'd mentioned to Justin that I would like to have the experience of being had by a whole locker room full of jocks, but he had gotten the idea somewhere. "It's just a fantasy," I told him, admitting to it. We were having this conversation in undertones, as if we were the only two in the shower, but in fact there were...I quickly glanced about to count...nine other guys in the showers and that frightened me. It would turn into a nightmarish gang fuck. I wanted it to remain a fantasy for the time being, something I could jerk off to in the quiet and safety of my room. But Justin wasn't having it. He dumped the liquid soap into his other hand then rubbed it into the crack of my ass, deep, so his slick fingers penetrated my hole. He used the other slick hand to lube up his cock. "Don't do this, Justin," I said quietly, still not wanting to attract attention to us. I was too scared to look around and see if anyone was watching us "Please, man, don't." But he wasn't listening. Next thing I knew, he had his hand spread out across the small of my back and was pushing down. "Arch your back," he said, his voice a little louder. He was trying to attract the others' attention! "Hey...take a look!" someone said quietly, and I knew we had been noticed. No way we couldn't be, even with all the thick steam. Two guys just don't get that close in the shower without being noticed, especially if one of them is bent over. "Fuck, what's he doing?" someone asked. "Looks like he's gonna do just that...fuck him." "No way." "Looks like way." I was bent over with my face and hands pressed flat against the tile wall; the stance that I was all too familiar with. I felt tears streaming down my face; tears of embarrassment, humiliation, hell, maybe even joy. I should've escaped...I could've, I was close to the door, and Justin would not have come after me...but something held me there; a force that I was powerless to fight. I defined it later as gay lust. Yeah, gay, because it had to be obvious to every guy in the shower that this wasn't the first time this had happened; I wasn't fighting Justin off. I wasn't even protesting that much. I closed my eyes to block out the reality of nine other guys in the shower, and braced myself for the onslaught of Justin's huge cock penetrating my hole. I was about to get fucked in front of nine other jocks and within an hour word would be all over school. But I couldn't worry about that now, and closing my eyes gave me the feeling that I was safe and alone with the big jock like all the other times; if I could not see the other naked athletes, they could not see us. But I could hear their lewd remarks, now closer, as well as their body heat as they gathered in closer around us. Justin shoved and my asshole spread open against the pressure and he was suddenly inside me. I was no stranger to Justin's cock and I took him easily, determined and able to hide the initial pain. "Holy Shit!" somebody said. "Did you see the way he took that?" "Damn, Justin, how long have you been fucking that?" Justin just laughed. "Fuck, man, I want some of that. I never fucked a guy's ass before." "Does he suck?" someone asked. "Maybe he would suck me while you're fucking him, and get me all primed." "You can try it. I don't know, myself, I've always used this end," Justin said. It sort of hurt that he said it like he was using me, but it was the truth, and I never minded. Not even now, that my fantasy was coming to life. I could sense that they were all gathered around us. Bravely, I opened my eyes to see a wall of muscular, naked, wet jocks with cocks of every size and shape being stroked, or standing out, throbbing. I didn't put a face to a cock, or body, for that matter; I didn't look up. I didn't want to see their faces. One of the cocks came closer and rubbed against the side of my face. I could feel the slick precum. From the other side another cock more boldly rubbed across my lips and I could taste his precum. "Wanta open up for me? Please?" I barely hesitated. I didn't open my mouth but I let my lips go slack and he shoved his cock through. He put his hands on the side of my head and began thrusting in and out. The tears, now, were tears of happiness as I let him fuck my mouth. I was suddenly in heaven; I was in my fantasy. Justin got off in my ass and pulled out. Another jock took his place. I surprised myself, wishing he was bigger, like Justin. I didn't know I had become so used to, or even addicted to the size of Justin's cock, and even the way he moved. I was so focused on my ass that I was taken by surprise when I felt come spurting in my mouth. I might've started to jerk away but the hands held my head in place and I became what would be the depository for all of them. It was a gang fuck in its purest sense. I was being skewered from both ends. As one cock emptied into my mouth or my ass another quickly took its place, and I found myself anticipating the next one. I was sure I took them all at both ends, some more than once because I know I got fucked more than nine times. I lost track of the number of cocks I sucked. A couple of them tasted like cum when they where shoved into my mouth and I knew they had just pulled out of my ass and walked around in front. It was a wonderful, exhausting time. While it was happening I gave no thought to the aftermath; what they might do or say when they were finished with me. I began to be concerned about that as they began to go back to their own showers and I was left with one cock still ramming my ass and another in my throat, which had been forcibly opened up. Moments later, I stood bent over against the wall, alone under my shower. I straightened up, still facing the wall and punched the soap dispenser. I felt cum running out of my ass and I reached back for a feel, and found a gaping hole. I shoved two fingers through it; I think I could've shoved my fist inside my ass. I squeezed my ass muscles but it didn't close up around my fingers. I wondered how long it would take to close up. "Man, that was fuckin' hot," someone said. "Yeah, that was some fuckin' hot ass," said another. They talked as if I weren't there. It sort of hurt, yet I was glad for the anonymity. Gradually, the shower emptied and I was indeed alone. Then I wasn't. "Hey, Coach wants to see you when you're finished." I glanced around to see Justin at the door, dressed now in his gym shorts and T-shirt and sneakers, and his baseball cap pulled low over his face. "Okay," I said, suddenly very nervous. I couldn't imagine what he wanted; what his reaction would be to what had just gone on in the shower, for surely he knew. "Hey...thanks. I hope you enjoyed it," Justin said. "Thanks from all the guys." "Yeah, it was good. You're all welcome," I said, without meaning. I lingered under the shower as I listened for the banter and the noise in the locker room to die down. I didn't want to be out there among them. When it was quiet, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel on the way out of the shower. I dried off haphazardly as I walked back to the locker room and wrapped it around my waist before I began gathering up my uniform. I folded and stacked everything neatly in a pile, set my cleats and helmet on top then I went into the coach's office. "You wanted to see me, Coach?" I said as I walked up and set my uniform on the corner of his desk. He looked at it, then at me, with a confused scowl. "What's this?" "I figured that's what you want to see me about." "No, not if this is what it looks like; looks like you're turning in your uniform," he said as he rubbed one hand over my helmet. "When I want it, I'll ask for it." "Oh." "Sit down, Ace," he said. Coach called everybody Ace when he didn't remember their names. "Well, I guess you know, now, that I know what goes on back in the showers." "I've thought you probably did all along, but I preferred to think you didn't," I said as I sat on the old couch across from his desk. I adjusted the towel, but with one ankle cocked up on my other knee, I knew he could see under it. I had a sneaking suspicion that since he knew and he was okay with it....well, I wasn't sure what I thought. "Well, I wanted you to know for sure that I know," he said. "That was the first time with all of them," I said. "It's only been with Justin." "I sort of suspected that. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about it," he said. "I want you to know I'm okay with it, whether it's just Justin or the entire team, whatever you boys do, as long as nobody gets hurt." "I'm glad to hear you say that." "It's good for the guys to relieve the pressure, you know how that is," he said with a smile. "As long as nobody gets hurt. What I mean is, you're not being forced into anything, are you? Justin's never forced you, has he? You weren't forced just now, were you? I wouldn't want that to happen." I knew that what he did not want to hear that I was being forced, because then he would have to deal with it. "No, Justin has never forced me," I said. "They ganged you. What about that?" he asked. "Well, I wasn't expecting it when Justin started fooling around in front of everybody and I told him no." "Then he should've stopped." "I could've gotten away from him," I said in Justin's defense. "Not from all nine of them. Why you would've been fighting off a ton of muscle," he said. "I was close to the door. I could've gotten away," I said. "And where would you have gone? They likely would've come after you if they were horny enough." "Maybe, but I didn't even try," I said. "So...you...more or less let it happen." "Not more or less. I did let it happen. It was going to happen sometime," I said with a shrug. "It was a fantasy of mine. Justin knew that." "Oh, really." He leaned back in his chair with a smile. "Can't tell you how happy I am with the way you're dealing with this." "How else am I supposed to handle it? I'm gay, Coach. Everybody knows it now." I could see the muscles in his arm flex as he was rubbing his hand casually over his crotch. "Well, I just want you to know I respect you for who you are, not what you are," he said. Then he shoved my uniform to the corner of the desk. "You can take this with you when you go. When I want it, I'll ask for it." I nodded and stood up. I went over to get the uniform, and got what shouldn't have been a surprise. He wasn't just rubbing his crotch, he was stroking his cock! It was sticking out the leg of his PE shorts. I picked up my uniform and helmet without taking my eyes off of his cock. He shoved his hand down to the base and held it straight up through his fist, tall. thick and throbbing about eight inches. There was precum streaming down the shaft. "Think you could handle a little more," he said. Looking back now, I think that was my defining moment that I was more than just gay; I was a slut. I had just been fucked by nine guys, and sucked most of them off, and my mouth was watering at the sight of the coach's big cock, and I had to swallow my spit. I didn't really like the man, but he had always treated me okay and right at that moment I was liking him more. I glanced around at the door. I hadn't closed it. "It's okay, there's nobody else around," he said. "But someone could come in," I said. "Close the door then," he said. I walked over to close the door, still with my uniform and helmet in my arm. I had a fleeting thought that I should leave, walk away from it. But it was out there between us now and it would be there the next day, and the next and the next, every time I saw the coach, just like it was out there with all of the guys, and probably the whole damned school by morning.. I closed the door and flipped the lock then laid my uniform and helmet on the chair. When I went back around the desk, Coach's PE shorts were down around his ankles, his big cock standing tall and proud. I went to my knees and pulled the shorts off and tossed them aside. Then I moved between his knees with my arms laid across his massive, hairy thighs and took hold of his cock. I swallowed, audibly loud. I was already licking my lips. The End (If you liked the story--or if you didn't--I would appreciate hearing from you at Peterbilt1228@live.com . Especially if you've had any similar experiences, or anything close; I would like to hear about it. I get a lot of my inspiration and ideas from readers). Thanks, Pete