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Hi, my name is Ben. I turned 18 a few months ago and I am finishing out my last year in High School. A year and half ago my mother got remarried to a nice man. He is tall, attractive and he treats my mother well. Things were going great until his son Martin (Marty) moved in. His mother kicked him. He is 23 years old and still mooching off his parents as my mother described it. My mom set some ground rule. He had a curfew, no drinking, drugging or women over. Marty chuckled when he walked about saying, there is only of those rules I intend to follow. He said, no women, as he turned to me and said, I only fuck men and winked at me. I froze, what the fuck, I shrugged it off and we headed up to our rooms. We shared a bathroom. Marty was totally annoying. He kept coming into my room and asked me where things were and about our parent's routine, if ever snuck out. He asked me a ton of questions as I rattled off the answers, he asked me if I ever sucked dick. I stuttered and said, no, fuck no. He asked me more questions. Then he returned to his room. I listened to music and thought to myself, that was totally fucked up. Let me share a little more about me, I am a bit shy and have never dated. I have always thought I was straight, that is why I jack off about! Women, and the porn I watched had women in it. I had never pictured guy sex but had no problem with guys being gay. I often wished I was one of the jocks who go all the girls in high school. I always wanted to be taller, I stood just 5’8 140 pounds, had curly blond hair and blue eyes. Marty on the other hand looked like a jock frat boy, tall at 6’2 190 pounds, cocky and confident muscled with a couple tats and liked to share that he was hung, he showed off his bulge all the time. Then next morning was Saturday and we both slept in, Marty was up first and when he was out of the shower, he walked into my room naked and still toweling off asking me where the lotion was. Fuck dude, I said. It is in the bottom drawer. He just stood there, his body all chiseled with tats and a huge dick even soft. He may be better soft than I am hard. Fuck, I thought. Wish I had a dick like that. He smiled at me and winked again when he caught me staring at it. I looked up, just as he winked at me, and I blushed and looked away. He said, show me dude. I got up and had to walk past him all naked with his town in his hand and went and opened the drawer and showed him right where they were. I handed it to him, he said, while you are here buddy why don’t you put lotion on my back. I hesitated, he opened the lotion bottle as he grabbed my hand and put the lotion on it, then he turned around. His back was totally muscled, and he had a big bubble butt. I started rub the lotion on his back and worked my way down. He said, do my entire backside bud. I always miss something when I do it. I had never touched anyone like this before and it was making me hard a little. I continued down to his legs and then finally his butt. Just as I finished, he turned around and his dick had grown, and it was right in front of me. He said, now my legs. I started to lube up his legs and I soon worked my way up to his thighs and his dick was getting hard and grow to at least ten inches. His pubic hair was clipped, and he just had a patch above his dick. I froze again. My boxers were now tented, I had never thought about another man before but here I was touching my stepbrother. He grabbed me and pulled me up. He said, how about we get you out of these clothes so you can shower. He reached down and pushed my boxers off, my seven- and half-inch dick pointed out. It was thick and uncut but nowhere near as big as Marty. He then pulled off my shirt, he told me to get in the shower and when I was finished to come into his room, and he would help me with the lotion. He turned me toward the shower, and I got in and showered up, I was still hard when I got out and I tried to put a towel around, but I was too boned. So, I held it in front of me and walked in. I was standing there in Marty’s room naked, he motioned for me to come over to him, I sheepishly walked over, as he was on his bed, still naked himself. He looked at me and said, looks like we have a stubborn one here. He grabbed the towel and moved his head to my dick, I tried to pull back, but his hand grabbed my hips and held me as he engulfed my dick. He only blew me for three minutes and I shot my load. He swallowed which I found gross at the time. He then looked up and said, now that your erection is under control let me put lotion on your back. I turned around, as he rubbed lotion all over my back, then my legs and finally my ass. He messaged it in and then spread my check as he rubbed it down my crack and then on my hole. I gasped a little as he worked his finger around my hole and then he slid a finger inside me. I tried to pull away, but he said, hold still dude as he held my hip tight. He was soon inside me fingering my hole and I moaned a little. He said, yea, I knew you would like that. He fingered me for three or four minutes and then turned me around, I was rock hard again and he sucked my dick again, after five minutes I shot my load. He said, that is enough for this morning, I will be back tonight before curfew so I can teach you more. Seems like no one has taught you about sex yet. Don’t worry, I will make sure you know everything you need to know. He winked again and I walked back through the bathroom and in my room. Wondering what the fuck happened and what else did he want to teach me. I tried to but this all out of my mind, but I found myself in jack off session with lotion rubbing my hole while I jacked my cock. I even slipped a finger inside my hole, making me shot a huge load. I was both excited and worried about Marty coming home tonight. He arrived and chatting with my parents for a long time. I even went down, they wanted Marty and I to get to know each other more and thought this weekend would be a good time for us to hang out while they were out of town. Fuck, really, of all times to leave. My mother pulled me aside and told me I was to make sure Marty stayed in line. I thought, how the hell am I going to do that. He already had total control over me. I told her I would but not very convincingly. My parents escaped to their side of the house, and I turned on the TV to watch a movie. Marty came in, saying that sounds like a good idea. Let’s watch that up in my room. I pretended that I did not hear him, he grabbed the remote turning the TV off, then my hand and lead e upstairs all the way to his room. He told me to hope up on his bed, a full size and get comfortable. He undressed in front of me and slipped on a pair of shorts with no underwear and a t-shirt. I for some reason was rock hard again. He crawled into bed hitting the TV remote, to the station we were watching downstairs. I was completely silent. He got comfortable, always having a part of his body touching mine. He legs at first, then his arm. He finally said, how about you get comfortable, slip off your pants, he got me a t-shirt of his and tossed it to me. Put this one. I did, that for some reason got my heart racing. I wanted to run downstairs but could not. His shit was big on me and once I put it on, he pulled off my boxer shorts. It was suddenly a short dress that smelled like him. He got up and locked the door and the bathroom door and came back to bed. I had slipped under the sheets, so did he. He said, okay little bud, have you ever kissed anyone? A guy or a girl? I said no, I have not kissed a girl. Hoping he would take the hint. I thought so he said, tonight we are going to practice kissing. He turned to me and kissed me on the lips. Then he said do it back, I leaned in reluctantly and have him a peck on his lips. Then he came back and held my head and he started to kiss me harder and longer. I tried to his him back, he was doing most of the kissing and then his tongue went into my mouth, and I tried to pull back, but he had my head. What started out as repulsive soon turned to excitement. He sucked my tongue and kissed me making out with me then broke it off. That is a little better, he put his arm around me as we went back to watching the movie. Five minutes later he whispered, now you need to kiss me like you mean it, just like I kissed you. I moved in and kissed him on the lips, he opened his mouth a little and I slipped my tongue inside, he began to kiss me back. I broke it off after five minutes, he looked at me saying Ben you are a good learner. Not great but better. We will have you being a great kissed by the end of the night. I thought seriously, but he was serious, we made out for another couple outs till he said OKAY you are good enough. I though, good enough for what, we will do more training tomorrow. You should head to bed. Keep my shirt on no boxers. You can take them but do not wear them. I am going to have to buy you some more attractive underwear. I went back to my room, I got in bed and jacked off pretending to kiss Marty as I felt my hole and shot a huge load. I used my boxers to rub the cum off my stomach. Marty was on the phone with someone, I could not hear what he was saying other than come over when you get off work. I dozed off but woke up to what I though was party feeling my legs, then my balls, my cock and up my chest. He pinched my nipple and then leaned in and kissed me. We made out; Marty changed how he was kissing but it was still hot. The kissing went down my body and soon he was sucking my cock, licking my balls and he lifted my legs and ate my hole. I began to moan and say fuck that feels amazing. That wet tongue darting in my hole and tongue fucking me. My legs were dropped, my cock was again engulfed as a finger slide inside me I shot my load in his mouth. After he swallowed, he came back and kissed me so I could taste my cum. Then without a word he was gone, I dozed off again feeling completely satisfied. In the morning we were both in the bathroom and I just looked at him remembering how amazing the night before was when he woke me up in the morning. I later found out that the guy who came in my room was not Marty but a friend of his. For the next three nights while our parents were gone, I was serviced each night. It felt different each time, but I loved it. When my parents returned, they told us they were going on a two-week vacation in a few weeks and since we had not burnt the house down, they would not have our uncle come stay unless they needed to. The lessons continued, I soon was kissing Marty all over his body, sucking his big dick and licking his balls. Two weeks in he finally had me lick his hole while he jacked off. He seemed to really like that. He told me I do that well, he had me tongue him each night before bed. He stopped touching me otherwise except in the dark. Our parents had left and that night, he showed me how to clean out. We watched a video and then he took me into the bathroom, showed me how to do an enema. He gave me a kiss, gave me a different shit to wear and sent me off to my bedroom. I asked him why, he just winked at me. I fell slap and just like last time while my parents were gone, I was awoken and serviced, kissed and then my legs lifted. Hole fingered but this time with lubed and two fingers. Then for the first time a dick slipped inside me, fuck this hurt. A hand went over my mouth as the dick slide deeper inside me. He fucked me for five minute and then let his hand off my mouth. I had started to moan by now and ten minutes in he shot his load inside me. Instead of leaving this time he spooned me, thirst minutes later he slid inside me and fucked me for twenty more minutes and he shot his second load inside me. Then he got up, locked the bathroom door, showered then left. This happened each night, I would lick Marty’s hole, catch his load and swallow it and then get fucked in the dark. Neither of us said a work, I had realized these guys were not Marty but liked all the attention and realized I loved my ass being used. That is until the day my parents were coming home. Marty said, Ben, you are a good kid man. My buds love you, but when our parents are here it will have to be you and me, unless you are up for some daytime fun? Sure, why not, I said. Good to hear, I will let my buds know. They say you are a great fuck. I smiled at him and wanted to ask him why he had not fucked me, but I was too timid to ask. The first day time happed a few days after our parents returned. He drove me to a house in a nice neighborhood and told me the nice man would uber me home. I got out and kept looking back as I hesitantly walked up to the door. I rang the bell; Marty had driven off before a good-looking tall guy opened the door. The man smiled at me and said, you are better looking than your pics. Come in, let's get comfortable. He brought me a drink; it was my first-time having alcohol, it was sweet, and I drank it. He could tell I was nervous. We talked, when he could see the alcohol kick in, he had me stand up and he undressed me. He told me he was married but he liked young guys when his wife was away. He was rubbing my chest, then he leaned in and kissed me as he unbuttoned my pants and pushed them and my underwear to the ground. I was rock hard, he held my cock in his hand as he said, nice cock boy. Love your hairless body, I did not have any hair except above my penis. Even my balls were hairless. He pulled off his shirt and revealed an eight pack and a hairy stomach and chest. I rubbed my hand on his stomach and chest and felt his manly body. I moved my hands down to his belt and unfastened it, then unbuttoned his pants. When I unzipped his zipper, I could fee his big unit. I pushed his pants down, he was not wearing underwear, so his big dick hung semi hard. I picked it up, put it in my mouth and sucked his big dick as it grew in my mouth. He was not Marty’s length, but he was thick. I was having a hard time sucking past his head. I licked and sucked his head, he pulled out. He pulled me up and kissed me, he told me that I did better than his wife. I know you will get better with time. Sounds like he wants to see me again, is what I thought. Wow, this guy is sexy, he led me over to the sofa, his ass was so round. He sat down, I got right between his legs and licked and suck on his dick. He pushed my head down a little more every time I went down on him, and I soon had four inches inside. Then five, just when I was struggling, he let me head pull off so I could breathe and lifted his legs and told me to eat his hole. I licked on that hole and tongued him. He just moaned and held my head so I would go deeper. I tongued his hole for five minutes, he turned around so I could get a better angle and he did not have to hold his legs up. I ate away at his hole. Between his moans he said fuck if my wife could do this, I would not need you. What I took from that is he needs me, no one has ever said that to me. I liked it and ate his hole even more. He told me to kiss him, I got up and leaned in, he turned his head to make out with me as he lubed my cock. He broke off the kiss, saying rub your dick on my hole. He put some lube on his hole and I rubbed it up and down. He pressed his ass out and on one of my fucking motioned his hole caught the head of my cock and I pressed in a little. I pulled it out and went back to fucking his crack and then he did it again. This time I pressed in further and he moaned. My cock was tingling so much, I have never felt something like this. I slide more of my cock in, and he pushed back. Soon I was all the way inside him. He moved back and forth on my cock; fuck I love this I thought. I started to fuck his hole, soon my balls tightened, and I shot my load inside him. I was still rock hard, and he just backed up on my cock more. I never went down, and I fucked him some more and ten minutes later I shot my second load inside him. I pulled out and he told me to lick his hole again. I got down and tonged and licked that hot hole tasting my very own cum inside him. He let me do this for five minutes, then he said kiss me. He turned round, we made out then he led me to the bedroom. He said, now it is my turn to feel you inside. That frightened me, he was so big fuck I could never take him. He put me up on the bed, pushing my head down into a pillow as he got behind me and ate my hole. He started to finger me with lube, and he soon had three fingers inside me. I felt him stretching me and it hurt, I just bit on the pillow. He twisted them around, then he got a brown bottom, he lifted my head and put it up to my left nostril and had me inhale, then my right. Fuck that stuff made my head spin. He leaned in and kissed me, when he broke the kiss, he said. Babe you need to keep hitting those till I tell you to stop. Got it, I nodded my head and started. He went back to fingering my hole, it felt a lot better. Soon he had four fingers inside my tight hole, he pulled them out as he said that’s good boy. Then he lined up his fat cock and pressed it against my hole and he said, hit them again babe. He slid inside with a pop; I was breathless for several seconds and then I began to panic. Fuck, that is a lot of cock. He slowly inched inside me telling me what a good boy I was, he was so proud of me. He kept reminding me to hit the poppers until he was all the way inside me. He soon had me on my side, and he was slow fucking me as I whimpered, every time I was just about to tell him it was too much, he would remind me to hit the poppers. It was like he knew I was about to give up, after twenty minutes he was able to slow fuck me with several inches of his cock and I heard him say baby, you are about to get my nut. You are so hot and doing such a good job for daddy. You want my load don’t you boy. I nodded my head, he said babe, you your words. Tell daddy you want his load. I said, Daddy, please give me your load. He picked up his pace and several minutes later as I hit the poppers again, he shot his load inside me. He did not pull out till he went soft. His dick just slipped out of me as my hole closed keeping his cum inside me. He kissed my neck and said, lets shower. We got in the shower, and he cleaned me up, with soap and his hands all over me. Then he did himself. I shampooed my hear, as I waited for him to finish, and we stepped out. He handed me a towel and I dried off, rapped the two around my waist. He quickly pulled it off as he told me naked when you are with me. I need to see that beautiful boy body. I walked around totally self-conscious as he dressed. Then he got out his phone and videotaped me. He had me bend over and spread my checks so he could see my hole. Then he wanted me with my legs up on my back spreading it. After he was satisfied, he told me to get dressed. The uber will be here soon he said. I dressed quickly, he kissed me one last time before the uber arrived. He showed me to the door and said wait on the porch babe. I twill only be a minute as he shut the door and locked it. He was right, minutes later the uber arrived. My ass had started to get sore and sitting was started to bother me a little. The Driver seemed to notice and asked if I was okay. I just smiled and said, yea I am good. We made it back to the house, my parents were home, so I made some small talk with them, then headed upstairs. I got to my room and Marty came in a few minutes later. Little bro, you are such a hot little slut. That guy wants to see you Friday. I said, I don’t know. Oh bud, you got to do it. Come on, I am going to run out for a few hours but when I get back, I will need that hot mouth and tongue of yours. Hearing all about your hot sex has gotten me horny as fuck. I thought, fuck hope he does not want to fuck me too. I grabbed some pills from the medicine cabinet, Tylenol I believe. They helped a little, but I was still sore when Marty returned. I went into this bedroom and pulled off his shorts and sucked his big cock, licked his balls and ate his ass. He got hot, put his legs down and said suck the cum out of my balls you little sexy whore. I did not love him calling me a slut or a whore. I swallowed his load and headed back to my bedroom, curled up and fell asleep. In the morning I felt a lot better. I showed and rushed off to school since I overslept. In third period, I got a text from Mary. He sends the address of a local hotel and told me to go at 3 PM today to room 241. No more information but I had an idea what I was going there for. I was supper excited, anxious and nervous all wrapped into one. I finished last period, I wondered how I would clean out and if it would hurt. I opened my backpack and Marty had stopped by. How did he know my combination, did I tell him? I will figure that out later. There was a note that read: Little bro, I brough you a few things you may need for today. Your enema, lube, poppers (the brown bottle) and a jock have fun today. I went to the bathroom and cleaned out, slipped on the jock and headed to the hotel, it was a ten-minute walk from my school. When I arrived, I went up to room 241 and knocked. The man who opened the door was much older than the hot guy. He was good looking for a guy who looked older than my dad. He invited me in, once I stepped inside, he said, how about you undress while I pour us a drink. I slipped out of my clothes; the man came back with a drink for me. I sipped on it; it did not taste that great, but I sucked it down while this older man touched my little boy body. I stood there in my jock as he touched me all over, then he began to kiss my body, suck on my nipples, then kiss is way to my mouth making out with me hard as his hands slide my jock off and it dropped to the floor. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. I was totally naked, and he was still fully dressed, he laid me on the bed and engulfed my rock yard cock, sucking my balls and cock at the same time and then he lifted my legs and at my ass. He ate me for five minutes as I moaned. The drink was kicking in, he broke away from eating my hole, dropped my legs and stood up as he started to undress. He pulled his shirt off, his chest was well belt with black and gray hair all over it. He unfasted his pants and slipped them down with his tidy whiteys and stood back up. His pubic hair was black and gray, he had huge balls, but what stood out was his huge dick. It was long like Marty and thick like the other guys. His dick was starting to grow, I got up and came over to him and held his big dick as he leaned down and kissed me. He said, I see my boy likes daddy's big dick. I said, I do daddy. I got down and started to suck his cock. It was not as thick as the married guy but still thicker than Marty. I sucked his dick; I could get six inches in my mouth. His dick slipped out of his mouth as he got some lube. I grabbed my poppers as he lubed up my hole and fingered it. It started to hurt a little, but the bottoms helped. Once I was lubed up inside, he got on the bed and lubed his big dick and told me to sit on his daddy dick. I straddled him and lowered myself. He guided me to his cock, as he said. I love watching a boy take my entire dick. I really did not think that was possible. His dick head as right on my hole. I hit the poppers three times each side as his hand held my hips and he pressed his cock inside me. He held me steady as he impaled me slowly on his big dick. He kept looking into my eyes. He had entered me six inches or so when he said. Babe, hit the popper. I did again and his again pressed on my hips as he got atoner two inches inside me. He lifted me up and then pressed me down. I hit the poppers when he told me to and twenty minutes in, he was all the way inside me. He pulled me forward and slowly fucked my hole while I moaned and whimpered into his chest. This went on for twenty more minutes and he shot his first load inside me. He leaned over to the side as he pulled his huge cock out of me and then told me to clean his dick. I sucked, licked and cleaned him up. It was hot tasting the cum on his cock. When I finished, he made me another drink, I sipped on it. It was going to my head. We talked while we both drank our drinks. I was drunk in no time, he told me that he was married, would be in town one or two days a week for the next three months and needed a boy like me. I smiled and told him I loved his big dick. I was soon, on my knees sucking on that big dick, before I knew it, he had me on my back with my legs in the air, he was inside me fucking me with long strokes for twenty more minutes before he groaned and shot his second load inside me. He slid out, saying that is just what I needed. He again had me clean his cock, then said, how about you get dressed and let yourself out, he grabbed his wallet and handed me forty dollars, this will get you home in a cab. He got in the shower, I went to get dressed, he left his walled on the dresser. I was so curious; I found his license and his name was Gary Stevens and he was 56 years old. Fuck, this guy could be my grandfather. I rushed out, downstairs I caught a taxi and had the driver drop me off a block from home and walked home with that old guy cum inside me. I make me hot, besides I had not cum yet and needed to rush upstairs and jack off. I was hoping Marty did not interrupt me. Once in the room, I locked both doors and jacked off. Marty had tried to open my door when I was about to cum, he even knocked but I did not answer and shot my load. I cleaned up and unlocked the door. Marty came in and said, you fucking locked me out. I stammered and said no, but. Marty grabbed me by the chin and said, never lock that door again. You can keep our parents out, but you can never lock me out. Understand. I said, yes, I understand. He said, good. I do not want to have to have to hurt you for not listening. I looked at him wondering if he was serious or just joking. I decided not to find out. He then barked, be in my room at 10:30 tonight. I need serviced and be ready to suck me deep you little cock hound. I laid back on my bed and smiled a little.

I went to Marty’s room; he was naked already and sitting on the edge of his bed. I went over and got between his legs. His dick was starting to grow, as it lifted, I caught it with my mouth and began sucking him. He had trained my throat well, I was taking him almost all the way inside my throat, he would hold my head and help me. He would make me edge him, using my throat and mouth for ten minutes and then when I thought I could not do anymore he would let me up and lift his legs so I could rim and eat his hole. He would hold my head, pressing it deep on his hole. Moaning and encouraging me. He would tell me what a good boy I was, how much he liked it and how good I was getting. That made me feel good, then without warning he would drop his legs, I would grab his cock and suck it deep again. He would do this for three our four rounds, then he would say, want my cum ben? You want to taste my cum don’t you. You ate my hole and now you want to eat my cum, tell me you want it. I lifted and said, I want your cum. Please give me your cum Marty. Okay boy, because you asked me so nicely you can have my big load. Then he shoved my head back on his dick and I sucked for two more minutes until he shot his load in my mouth. I sucked him clean, after swallowing his load and then he said, time to go back to your room Ben. I went back to my room, horny as hell. I crawled in bed and jacked off and then fell sleep. When I woke Marty was already downstairs with my parents who were telling him how great it was going with him living with us, they said they were going on a long vacation and would be gone for four weeks. They had video monitoring downstairs being installed and outdoor cameras to monitor the house while they were gone. Marty told them we would be on our best behavior, they had nothing to worry about. My mother pulled me aside, are you sure that you are comfortable with Marty watching you? I could always have your aunt come up. I assured my mother that I was fine and there was nothing to worry about. Over the next few days, Marty was on the phone, he made lots of calls, text and emailed a ton. He had a few photo sessions with me, showing off my ass, me sucking his big dick and ass up on the bed on all fours with my cheeks spread so my hole was exposed. I thought it was weird, but I did it anyway. He had been sending pics, put up a few posts. What I found out later was he had been getting money every time I gave up my ass to these guys. I was now on several rent and dating sites as a paid escort for bareback service. One site was an auction to sell my neg ass to a POZ top for conversion. I would later learn all about it. He continued to email, text and make calls over the next three days while my parents got ready and when the day finally came, Marty and I sat around, he told me that I was going to be busy this month and when it was over, I would have had the time of my life. I smiled, but I was a little nervous. He said, you have a date tonight, a hook up today in a few hours. We need to get you some clothes to wear. Marty and I went shopping, He bought me cock rings, jock straps, tight shorts and shirts. When we got home, he had me model them and took some more pictures. He told me to clean up, I now knew that mean that I needed to shower and clean out, so I was ready to get fucked, I am going to drop you off to your hook up. I was dressed up in the tight shorts, jock, t-shirt and cock ring and ready to do. I was dropped off at a hotel, Marty told me to go to room 308. I went up the elevator and knocked on the door, it opened to a tall red head built in a rob. He stepped back so I could walk in and said welcome in broken English. His hands were all over me and he had soon undressed me, except for my Jock. He picked me up and put me on the bed, kissing my neck and back and working his way down to my ass. He spread my cheeks and began to eat you hole. I could only moan, his tongue was magical. He ate my hole for several minutes, then pull off, I turned around as he dropped his robe. He spoke in French; I had no idea what he said but it was beautiful and so was his flawless body. Pale skin, six pack, red pubes and a huge dick. I crawled over, held onto it and then guided it to my mouth. I sucked him for two or three minutes and he was rock hard. Big uncut dick, I jacked it as he spoke some more and then patted the mattress so I would get back up on the bed. I returned to ass up on all four, he walked over and grabbed some poppers and lube and came back and handed me the poppers then he returned to eating my hole. This time he tongued me even deeper, I moaned and hit the poppers. His tongue pulled out and he slide a finger inside me and then two. He fingered fucked me while he kissed my ass left ass check, then a third finger. I was loving it, this went on for a couple minutes with three fingers inside me, then he pulled out. His big dick slapped my ass and then he lined it up and slowly pressed his manhood deep inside me. It felt so full, he spoke to me the entire time he was sliding in, and I understood none of it. He pressed deep and held it there and then he slowly picked up the pace. His dick felt amazing inside me, he fucked me with nice long strokes as I hit the poppers. He fucked me like this for twenty minutes, his breathing got heavy and then he shot inside me with a big groan. He pulled out and held my back as he came around to present his cock to me to clean off. I started to suck him as he grabbed his phone, texting away. Two minutes in, I heard the door, I tried to pull up to look but the ginger held me there as a guy came up and felt my hole. He spoke in French also, then he dropped his pants and lubed up his dick and pressed inside me. The guy behind me was bigger and his dick hurt some, he began to fuck me, I pulled off the gingers dick, ginger feed me poppers as he rubbed my cheek and head. More French and then he said in English. Beautiful whore. Nasty Cunt! That sounds so pretty in French. They went back to speaking in their native language and before long the guy behind me shot inside me. He pulled out once he caught his breath. He tucked his dick back in his pants and walked out. The ginger guy was calling me a whore in French His dick was rock hard again and he got up holding my back and slide his big dick inside me and fucked me hard this time, calling me a whore and other names in French and ten minutes later shot inside me. When he pulled out, he made me clean him up again. Once clean, he grabbed my clothes and handed them to me. I got up off the bed and started dressing when he tossed $100.00 bill down on the bed. He winked at me, I grabbed the money and put it in my pocket, he walked me to the door, opening it and telling me once more I was a beautiful whore in English. I was totally embarrassed, there was an older couple walking by just as he said it. I received a text from Marty, running late. Go to room 507, knock and kill some time, text me when you finish. I text him back, okay but feeling a little like I wanted to go home. I thought, should I tell him about the money. I decided I would not say anything unless he asked me directly. I entered the elevator and went back up, then off on the 5th floor and made my way to room 508. The door opened; the guy looked like a professor. Crazy professor. He had curly unkept hair, glasses he was about 5’10 150 pounds and he invited me in. He pulled down his shorts and underwear and sat on the sofa, I walked over and got between his legs and began to suck his dick. It was a fat seven inches, he had me suck his cock while he watched porn, straight porn. He would push my head down all the way and hold it there, then let me up to suck his dick again. He had me do this for twenty minutes and then he said, show me your ass. I got up and dropped my pants, he pushed me forward toward the bed. He spit on my hole a few times and then lined up his cock and shoved it inside me and fucked me for five more minutes and shot his load inside me. He had not spoken much but after he shot, he pulled out and told me to clean him off and after I did, he said, nice boy. May need your services a few more times on this trip. Time for you to go, I got dressed, walked to the door, he opened it. I walked out and the door closed quickly, I headed to the elevator and down to the lobby. I text Marty, I am here he said. I walked out to meet him, and he said, sorry I was late. I had to make some more arrangements for your date tonight. I sat there with cum inside me knowing that three guys had filled me with four loads. When we got home Marty said, you will be spending the night on your date. You should pack a bag bro. I thought really, but I went up and packed a bag and got out of my clothes and showered and cleaned out. I got rock hard in the shower thinking about the hot ginger and him calling me a whore. I also tried to imagine what the other guy looked like; I wish I had been able to see him too. I rubbed one out in the shower, I could not help it. Once I was showered and clean, I got dressed and in nice clothes and packed the tight stuff that Marty purchased for me. Marty came in and said, you look nice, but you are a little over dressed. He handed me a tight pair of pants that showed every inch of my ass and my bulge and a see-through shirt. He grabbed my junk and said, you look huge with your cock ring on. You look hot, he is going to really like you. He is sending an uber for you, I was starting to get aroused and excited. It was almost five and we went downstairs, and he had me go out the back door where there were no cameras and out the garage. The uber was not long and I entered, the driver was middle eastern and attractive. He kept staring at me and rubbing his crotch. He pulled over ten blocks away from my house in a warehouse district and got out, opened my door and then presented me with big beautiful brown dick. I sucked his hot cock for ten minutes and he shot in my mouth. I swallowed him, he closed the door and got in front and drove off without a word. When we pulled up to our destination he stopped, handed me a card with his number on it and said, text me when you want me to cum in your ass. I kind of wanted to give him my ass now. I got out and he did too, he felt my ass, leaned down and kissed me and said, text me. I said, I will.

Chapter 7 Dad had Grant pass him the pipe and torch. As he turned to me, I lifted myself up into a seated position. He lit the pipe before putting it to my mouth and said, "You guys wanna watch me get my son high again?" "How high you wanna get your boy?" It was the new guy with the massive cock. "Doesnt take much. This being his first night of partying and all." Dad pulled the pipe from my mouth and I held the hit before letting it go. "Damn that is a fucked up thing for a dad to do to his son." "Yeah? Is that why your cock is that hard?" Dad gave me another hit. "Fuck yeah. I want to see you tear apart your sons innocence." "Yeah? You want me to corrupt him more and more with every hit?" What was I hearing? Was dad just playing along or did he mean this? Was he playing a monster or was he actually one? As I let go of the second hit, I only cared that these men in the room were all hot and they were looking at and talking about me. I didnt care how fucked up this was. I cared that I was getting the attention from hot guys I only thought I would ever be able to fantasize about. Dad gave me one last hit from the pipe. "Fuck yeah and I wanna watch and maybe even join." At that last word, dad turned to him. "Whats your name? Im Paul and my son is Cooper." As if on cue, I let out a huge cloud and waved at him. "Luke. What about you guys?" "Grant." "Dominic." "Good to meet all of you.It turns out we all had a purpose tonight in coming here. We are all going to be part of my sons experience of losing his virginity. Isnt that right son?" "Dad?" Something in my head was forcing itself to be spoken. "Yeah son?" He looked genuinely concerned. "Isnt this incest? Are we committing incest?" I was on the bed on my back and stroking my hard and throbbing cock as I asked. Even as I said it I wasnt sure what I was seeking in an answer. The word came to mind as something I had heard before as criminal and so wrong that it was done by people who were messed up in some way. But in this room with these guys, saying the word aloud made that [banned word] very real. And extremely hot. "Yes son. This is incest because we are related by blood. I made you son. So yes. If that means you want to stop, I understand. Maybe its too much too soon for you." I didnt really understand what dad was saying. Was he giving me an out because he wanted an out? The sensation in my cock was so strong it was incredibly distracting. "Dad no. I want that." There was a shift in the three men watching this interaction and witnessing what was the most intimate conversation I had ever had with dad. Almost like their breathing sped up slightly. "What do you want son?" My mind raced a little. My cock was throbbing in my hand and I wanted to give dad the answer he wanted to hear. I know what I would have said in any other situation on any other day. But the last three hits from the pipe changed that. "I want you dad. Incest. I know its twisted and I never thought about this before tonight but I want you dad. Do you want me dad?" I paused and took a quick glance at the other three men. "Do you want your son? Do you want to molest your son?" I noticed now looking at dad and seeing the other men in my peripheral vision in this small room that all of us were stroking our cocks. I looked up to dads face and his expression was a mix of so many others that I had seen tonight. There was that lust and something conflicted and yet also something maybe even sinister. But there was also what I realized later was deep love. I also couldnt help noticing that his cock was leaking. "Oh yes son. It is twisted". He bent down to kiss me again and I could feel his weight shift on top of me again. "That might be why I want it" he said as he pulled out of the kiss. That was for our audience. I knew that because he put his mouth to my ear and whispered everything right after very softly: "I love you so much son and I want to make love to you. I want to show you how much I love you Coop." I tightened my arms and legs around him and moaned into another kiss, our mouths opening as much as was possible. I could hear the guys saying something to each other or groaning at the sight of us. Finally dad pulled up and whispered into my ear, "You can bet your dad is about to molest you son." My eyes shot open again hearing that and I almost came. Somehow we were both getting off on how fucked up this all was. Instead of turning away from it, we were wanting it more. Dad lifted himself back up to a sitting position. "How are you feeling son? You want another hit from the pipe?" "Ok." Grant handed dad the pipe and torch again and the guys watched as dad and I both took two more hits. I didnt know what flying was before that night but I knew dad was getting me there now. I was tingling everywhere and any touch that was pleasurable before was a hundred times more so now. And it made my brain focused on seeking that pleasure as its only goal. Dad passed the pipe and torch back to Grant and said, "Now you guys just go ahead and pass this around. We shouldnt be the only ones partying." There was no argument there as they began to take hits and then pass it around. Dad turned back to me and lifted my legs placing them on his shoulders. He crouched down first and I felt his tongue at my hole again, the sensation as electric as the first time. My back arched as I moaned out "Daaaaaaad yes." The men reacted and when I turned to look at them I could see how horny they were watching us and anticipating while getting themselves high too. Dad didnt spend as much time eating my hole as he did before. He propped himself back up and held my legs up against him. "You ready son?" He didnt have to say for what. I nodded. "You guys ready? We are all about to cross a line. Are you all ok watching me take the virginity of my teenage son?" I looked at the guys and I could see how getting high was hitting them. I noticed Dominic's eyes widen when dad said I was a teenager as he was hitting the pipe. His long cock flexed up and I noticed a thread of precum beginning to go from his head down towards the floor. What turned my attention back to dad was the feeling of thick flesh at my hole. I knew he was big but I could feel how massive dads cock was and how small and tight my hole was. "Deep breaths ok?" I nodded. I wanted this but I was still nervous. I began to feel some pressure that became more insistent. I just looked in dads eyes and tried to focus on my breathing. He began pushing even harder but my hole was a fortress. Dad pulled back and then tried again. What if this couldnt happen? What if we couldnt make it work? Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Luke crouch down. It caught dads attention too and he stopped pushing again as his concentration broke. We both looked over. At first it looked like he was retying his shoes but when he stood back up he had a small bottle in his hand that had been clipped to his shoelace. He showed it to my dad and me but I had no idea what it was. Dad seemed to know though. "Aw fuck yeah nice." Luke didnt hand the bottle to dad though. He came over right to the bedside and kneeled on the floor so he was more level with me. He shook the bottle and looked up at dad. "You want me to?" Dad just nodded. Luke turned to me. "Prop yourself up a little bit." I did as he told and put myself on my elbows. "Good. Now Im going to put this up to your nose and I want you to inhale as long as I leave it there ok? Then I want you to hold your breath until I say you can let it go." I nodded. I didnt know what this was or why we were doing this now but dad had approved so I went with it. Luke put the bottle up to my nostril and held my other closed. I breathed in the fumes and took a hit that I later found out was much longer than most people would take for their first time. When he took the bottle away he lowered me back down fully and replaced the cap. "Hold it. Keep holding it." And then he came closer to whisper in my ear. "I am getting you even higher and you are going to be craving all our cocks in no time." I looked into his eyes and I saw up close how hot this man was. There was a stinging in my nose. It was an unnatural chemical kind of smell that I suddenly began to feel expand into my lungs. "Now let it go." I breathed out and the effect hit me immediately. Warmth flowed all through my body and I couldnt control my response to it as I writhed around with my hands feeling all over my chest my abs and my cock. Luke wouldnt let me stop there. He pulled me back up even though I was totally unfocused and then placed the bottle at the other nostril. I breathed in again for a big hit. This time near the end of the hit I felt dad reposition himself and the head of his cock was back at my hole. Luke pushed me back down on my back and said again, "Hold it. Don't let it go." He looked up at dad. "I have more stuff in my room that i can get for us too." Dad smiled at Luke but didnt respond. I could feel the hit working through me and I closed my eyes to try to control myself. Luke made me hold this one in longer and opened my eyes and looked to see why he was waiting so long. He finally nodded and the hit had me arching my back as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. And then suddenly without warning the head of dads cock popped inside me. The sensation took me out of my trance as my eyes went wide and I looked up. There was pain and electricity in the feeling of being penetrated for the first time. My hands instinctively pushed at dads knees which straddled my ass. But dad held and didnt move. He didnt pull out or push any further in. "I'm inside you son."

1. Ownership Mr. McPherson’s dildos, a mix of flesh-colored and black, some clean, some not so clean, spread out all over the unmade bed. A few others were nestled in the leather sling, while several various sized butt plugs all stood upright like proud soldiers at attention on the nightstand. Jesse looked over the bedroom. It was part of his job, he reminded himself, to clean them. And he was happy to in exchange for Mr. McPherson and his associate, slash housemate, slash whatever he was to Mr. McPherson, Dante—who he'd yet to meet—given their downstairs studio at their secluded island compound. After flunking out of his junior college's Spring semester, he answered Mr. McPherson's ad that said there would be light housekeeping in exchange for room and board and a small stipend. It wasn’t till his second day on the island that Mr. McPherson informed him 'housekeeping' included washing up a large collection of sex toys. The other requirement, he learned after he’d settled into his room, was a 'uniform' he was to wear inside the compound—a pair of skimpy white shorts, sandals and nothing more. Surveying the room he found some of the toys were unbelievably huge, some anatomically impossible. How they could even be incorporated into the act of sex was mysterious, if not a little disturbing, given the destruction or distortion on the impacted asshole. Yet a part of him was a bit enticed to try one or two out at some point. The only sound of the compound was soft surf in the distance and the quiet vacuuming of the pool man outside. Right now might possibly be an opportune time to put his curiosity to the test. He walked around the room seeing if there was a small one he might try or one he might tease his hole with. Yes, he picked one up that seemed perfect. He laughed to himself he was Goldilocks, settling on one not too big but not too small. Suddenly he heard a flush and Mr. McPherson burst from the master bathroom, completely naked, and stumbled directly into him. Jesse, with a wet, rubbery ten inch dildo wobbling in his hands, took a step back to steady himself. He peered down gawking at his employer’s dick. Although the cock was flaccid, it dangled mightily mid-way down Mr. McPherson’s sinewy thighs. Apparently still high from the night before, it took Mr. McPherson a moment to place who Jesse was. Balancing one hand on Jesse’s thin, hairless chest, he focused, his dark knitted brows relaxed as he snapped his fingers, mouthing quietly to himself, “Jesse.” A bit of a hazy smile came to light in his twinkling blue eyes. “Yes, sir, Mr. McPherson,” Jesse responded. Mr. McPherson’s hand slowly ran over Jesse’s smooth, youthful chest, pausing on the boy’s right nipple and giving it a slight tug. Mr. McPherson shook his head, saying, "No-no-no. No mister, boy. ‘Sir’ is…adequate. That is when no one is around." Mr. McPherson looked theatrically left and right. "And no one, I see, is around.” Mr. McPherson grinned, displaying two rows of shark-like teeth. Aside from his intimidating smile (or maybe because of it) he appeared to Jesse to be the perfect Daddy type: a very fit late forties, early fifties, alpha male; a gym rat and probable partier; a Polo-clad rich guy, semi-retired. While cleaning Mr. McPherson’s downstairs office, nosing around on his computer, he clicked through screens of stocks, cryptocurrencies, and real estate properties the man owned. Judging by the photos on the bookcases and hanging on the walls, images of Mr. McPherson beaming next to ex-presidents, Arab sheiks, some vaguely familiar world leaders, and more than a few famous—always male—Hollywood celebrities, made it seem like this guy knew everyone important on the planet. During the interview, his habit of stroking his dark goatee and looking sideways at Jesse kept him a bit off-guard, but whatever hesitation he detected from Mr. McPherson regarding hiring him, Jesse tackled head-on with contagious enthusiasm that repeatedly brought out Mr. McPherson’s shark grin. The man charmed Jesse in return with his roguish manner throughout the interview. And when he impulsively hired him on the spot, the contract scanned to find his weekly salary and frantically signed before Mr. McPherson changed his mind, Jesse fisted the air crowing Yes!, issuing a devilish outburst from Mr. McPherson. That this handsome stranger with his rugged, noble looks, his silver mane of hair, his manicured nails, his shirt sleeves swollen by flexing biceps, had actually chosen him for employment, why he felt he’d won the lottery. Now, with Mr. McPherson naked before him, Jesse couldn’t believe his circumstance. He tried to be as casual as possible, as if this happened all the time. And as much as he managed to keep his tongue securely in his mouth, he couldn’t help but fixate on Mr. McPherson’s powerful chest, as smooth as his, but bronze with powerful pecs that sculpted perfectly to two fleshy nipples that—for fuck sake!—had two horseshoe piercings through them. Mr. McPherson sensed Jesse admiration. He rewarded him by swaying his hips so his dick swung hypnotically for Jesse’s benefit. The boy couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the pendulum that cascaded under a generous patch of dark brown pubes. Pointing to the sizable dildo Jesse held, he asked, “You fancy that one, eh?” Jesse gave a quick, impish smirk. In a confidential whisper, Mr. McPherson boasted, “Mine's bigger.” Jesse blushed and looked around the room trying to focus on why he was there. “Uh, I finished your office, sir. I figured you were out, like, maybe you’d left the island, so I, uh, thought….” Jesse rambled rapidly, not sure why he was trying to pretend that Mr. McPherson wasn’t outright hitting on him. “Let’s sit,” Mr. McPherson said, pointing to two easy chairs in front of a picture window that looked out to the sea. “Let’s…get more familiar with each other, shall we? And I must sit because I am about to fall over. Rough night.” He patted a chair taking the large, fat dildo from Jesse and plopped it on a low table separating the chairs. “Interviews are such an impersonal way of knowing someone. And now that you’re here, in the flesh—and what flesh, I have to say—I should like to get to know you better.” “Yes, sir,” Jesse replied, easing into his chair. He tried to avoid looking at Mr. McPherson penis which had begun to rise half-mast. (A losing battle at best.) He felt a need to shift his own hardening cock in his shorts. He crossed a leg, trying to casually hide a bulge that was forming. “Are you satisfied with your quarters, Jesse?” Jesse nodded. “You’re directly beneath us. I hope we weren’t too noisy last night. Dante and I had our boys over. Very dirty boys, as you can see.” Mr. McPherson waved his hand over the room. “We do love our dirty boys—Dante and I—the dirtier the better.” He sat back in his chair, which only emphasized how rigid his pole had become. Nonchalantly, he began stroking it, his eyes fixated on Jesse. With a bit of a deer in the headlight glaze, Jesse fought to keep his eyes from dipping down. “Tell me: have you had anything this big fuck your arse?” He revealed once again his exceptionally wide grin. “Or this,” he asked, grabbing the dildo off the table and letting it flop back and forth next to his erection. “Or both,” he chortled, truly eating up Jesse’s arousal and awkwardness. The saying It ain’t bragging if it’s true popped into Jesse mind. Mr. McPherson wasn’t exaggerating: his cock easily topped the ten incher and was even thicker to boot. Jesse gulped and shook his head. “Nothing that big, Mr. Mc-….Sir.” He glanced anxiously out at wide expanse of the ocean, then darted his eyes quickly back to the man, trying to hide this strange mixture of unease and enticement. Mr. McPherson licked his lips continuing to study him. “You really are one of the most stunning boys I’ve met in a very long time, Jesse. Your parents, Irish and Italian, yes?” “Were, sir. But yes.” He’d related as much during his interview—his family situation, the difficult past year, his self-assurance about his future. “Dad was Sicilian, mom was from Cork. Like I said, they left me a little something. But now,” he exhaled a pfft, lifting his palm to indicate this house, this lifestyle. “I can’t ask for more than this.” “Such beautiful coloring,” Mr. McPherson said, not paying him heed. “You ran track in high school, yes?” Jesse affirmed this with a nod. “Like a fine race horse ready to be broken in. What delicious brown eyes," his employer said, leaning towards him. "Gorgeous chestnut hair, which, if you don’t mind me saying, would look great buzzed," he said, running his fingers along his scalp. "And such pale white skin," he cooed, running his knuckles across Jesse's peach fuzz cheek. He squinted. "I want to give you, Jesse, exactly what I think you want, things you deserve." The offer came across a little menacing if not domineering. It made Jesse’s heart beat a little faster. "Being a runner, you probably don’t smoke,” Mr. McPherson asked, pointing to a bowl on the table, picking it up and examining it. “Grass, sometimes,” Jesse answered, curiously meeting Mr. McPherson gaze. “I think you’d enjoy this. Our boys seem to, as so do I.” He lit the bowl, got smoke billowing inside, and passed it over. Jesse inhaled the swirling smoke and then quickly blew it out. “That’s it. But try keeping it in just like grass.” Jesse sucked the thin remaining wisps. Mr. McPherson leaned over and gave the pipe another blast of flame. With this hit a strange tingling began inside his brain, animating a sensation he hadn't felt before, an excited energy rather than the calming effect he usually felt with pot. Seeing the spark in Jesse's eye he was waiting for, Mr. McPherson lit the pipe a third time. With this stronger hit suspended in his lungs, Jesse noticed Mr. McPherson’s enormous hard-on—which he suddenly had no problem staring at now—had formed a bead atop the pee slit. A thought snuck up on him—from where or why Jesse didn’t know—but he wondered what that bead would taste like, if it was salty like when he tasted his own cum? Maybe it wasn’t pre-cum but maybe a bead of pee at the tip. He wondered what that would taste like. Traveling along these thoughts, his erection started making his shorts uncomfortably tight. Mr. McPherson noticed him squirm, stroked his pointed goatee, giving Jesse his sly sideways grin. "Time to slip those off, eh? Just us boys here,” he said, taking the pipe back and adding new contents from a baggie. He lit the pipe, drew a hit, then passed it to Jesse. “Try taking a deep hit this time. That’s it. And one more.” A coughing fit ensued, Mr. McPherson padding his back, which, as Jesse regained control, evolved into a slow, sensual caress of his back and shoulder. “Makes you feel good all over, am I right?” “Fuck, yeah, Mr. Mc-.” He stopped again and corrected himself. “Sir,” he coughed, attempting to clear his throat. He fell back into the chair observing how bright and colorful the room shined, how alive the printed birds on the chair's fabric seemed. He lifted his gazed out to the shimmering blue ocean. “I never felt nothing like this. Not even the best weed. Makes me kinda horny too. Like, shit, I feel like I could do anything.” “What you should do is drop trou, boy. Get comfortable like me,” Mr. McPherson suggested. Jesse gave the pipe to Mr. McPherson who set it on the table. He didn't understand why Mr. McPherson’s recommendation held such sway over him, but he felt a powerful need to indulge the man, had an urgent desire to get naked in front of him, lure him with his body. He eagerly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them to his ankle, then kicked them off leaving him, for the moment, in his underwear with a big lump under the white cotton. Mr. McPherson gave his index finger a wiggle indicating the underwear should also come off. Jesse slipped his briefs off and his hard-on slapped against his tight abs, revealing a brown, wispy treasure trail that whorled down to a patch of darkly trimmed pubes. What wasn’t lost to Mr. McPherson’s eye, was out of the sparse nest of pubes, a long slim cock arose, topped by a large, perfectly formed, purple head, pierced by the small silver ring of a Prince Albert. “Yes please,” murmured Mr. McPherson. "You are full of delightful surprises, Jesse." He reached over and gave the P.A. the lightest of tugs. "I foresee larger and larger gauges in your future. A double-zero, I predict, by end of summer.” He leaned over and picked up Jesse's underwear, and discovered a brown skid mark running down the back of it. “And yet more surprises!” His eyes lit up and his shark teeth bared. “Good God! Forget the shorts. From now on, only these,” he waved the briefs, “These are to be the only thing you wear within the compound. Capisce?” He then took a deep inhalation of the skid mark. Without understanding why, Jesse felt even hornier. He only knew he like Mr. McPherson paying so much attention to something dirty about him, something he should have been ashamed about but right now wasn't. “Suc-cu-lent," Mr. McPherson purred, stretching out each syllable while sitting back taking in the young man’s scent. Content after his lasciviously savoring, Mr. McPherson’s smile waned. In a darker register than Jesse had heard, he intoned, "Up." Jesse felt the mood shift introduced by this new darker tone. He knew to obey the man; there was something he liked about following Mr. McPherson's orders. Mr. McPherson twirled his index finger, and Jesse slowly spun around for him. “I expected you'd have a speedo tan line like that. I’m going to enjoy devouring that ivory ass." There was no question of Jesse resisting Mr. McPherson when his voice dipped even lower and seductively announced, "You need to get in that sling immediately.” This desire to obey overwhelmed him. Jesse marched straight to the sling and took a brown crusted double-headed dildo and large horse dildo out of the sling, and put them on the nightstand next to the regiment of butt plugs. He settled back in the sling struggling to hook his feet in the hanging leg straps. Mr. McPherson took one of his feet, then the other, snapping each into padded ankle restraints. Secure in the sling, Jesse’s legs spread wide apart, his anus prominently exposed. He was simultaneously nervous and very excited. “First time in a sling, sir," he confessed, stretching thin arms back, clutching the metal chains above his head. Mr. McPherson surveyed his prize—the boy with his gold-speckled brown eyes, the anxious brow, sharp cheekbones that could cut diamonds, dimples of joy, his sculpted jawline, wisps of chestnut hair in his pits, ribs prominent and excitedly rising and falling in anticipation, the sun blazing through the window hitting the boy’s erection like a sundial’s gnomon casting a shadow over his public bone, his beautiful young balls hanging in their sack like red grapes ready to be plucked, and finally, the proud display of his puckering trophy, the central brown target framed by two magnificent orbs of perfect white flesh, pearly gates to ruination—all his to remold and defile. Mr. McPherson growled, “You like showing me your dirty pussy, don't you?” He stood between Jesse’s legs, his hard-on drooling pre-cum over Jesse’s torso. The boy smirked, sticking a finger in his navel where spooge had collected, and put the liquid to his mouth. Mr. McPherson sneered, then knelt between Jesse’s legs and drew in a deep inhalation between Jesse’s fleshy globes. Jesse felt the slightest touch on his sphincter from Mr. McPherson's pointed tongue. The tongue flattened out and gave Jesse's hole a broad lap. The tongue sharped to a nib, circling around the hole, then dove straight in, causing Jesse to inhale from sudden pleasure. “For fuck sake, boy.” Mr. McPherson snorted. “Don’t you wipe?” A wicked smile expanded over Jesse's face, as Mr. McPherson spread his cheeks digging deeper into his hole, and lapped at his smudge. The vulgar affinity he suddenly felt with this man triggered thoughts more vile than he’d ever allowed to surface. “No, sir. Never!" he snarled, "I love secretly having a dirty butt. You can do whatever you want with it, my shithole. I’ll stop wiping from now on if you want.” Mr. McPherson emerged between his legs, seeing the lad's eyes dark with lust, just the way he liked his boys. Jesse’s hands pulled his legs farther apart to give this man, this corrupting influencer, as much access to his bung hole as possible. "You want to fuck my nasty shit pussy?" he rasped hoarsely. The sleazy desperation from the young man caused the man to rise, lean over, and plant a sordid kiss on the boy’s mouth. He slithered his slime-coated tongue into the boy’s hungry mouth. Jesse instinctively understood the new taste, and didn’t seem to hesitate accepting it. Abruptly with the kiss, he understood this man would be his teacher, his mentor, ultimately, if not immediately, would be his master. He observed the man creep to his side, evaluate his suspended body like a predator examining a prey that had been caught in a lure. The man pull up along his ribs, took one thin arm and locked it in a leather restraint, then reach across his torso, his cock gliding over the hairless chest leaving a trail of slime as if a giant slug were oozing a malignant discharge over his boyish breasts, marking him as his, the drooling cock close enough for Jesse's tongue to reach. As Mr. McPherson leaned over, buckling the final appendage, Jesse touched his tongue to the salty piss slit and got his first taste of the man’s secretions. Securing the buckle, Mr. McPherson spoke in a deep rumble replying to the boy’s question, “Fuck your shit hole? Oh Jesse. I’m going to do so much more than fuck your shit hole." He placed a finger on the cleft of the boy’s chin, bid him to open his mouth. He bent over and released a long string of brown sludge into the boy, then, with the same finger closed his yap, sealed his mouth. Mr. McPherson rose and paused, observed that Jesse’s PA had some seepage leaking off it. "Pre-cum. A good indication of what you’re open to, boy." With his finger Mr. McPherson drew away a white thread, a slack web from slit to finger, and placed the trace of pre-cum on Jesse’s lip. Jesse drew the finger into his mouth and sucked. Mr. McPherson’s eyes glistened wolfishly. His lips drew back and teeth emerged with his preternatural smile. "Never be ashamed of being a vessel of another man’s waste," he advised the boy softly. "Nor of your own. If it feels right and you like it, that’s all you need to know." He placed his lips again on the boy. Jesse responded with tongue, and with passion. The predatory man circled round between the boy’s legs, lubing his cock as he approached. As his body brushed the inside of Jesse’s thigh, he grasped the boy’s pelvis and with his cock began to manipulate the boy’s hole against his rigid pole. "It comes out we like much the same thing, Jesse. That’s rare. Such a promising start. Who know how much I can show you?" Jesse nodded in eagerly. The man slipped a slick finger in boy’s hole, lubing all around, then start to bob just his wide head repeatedly against his hole. He didn’t penetrate too far, just enough to introduce the girth that would be demanded of him. "First thing, we need to break in this tight, very tight butt hole." Jesse moaned loudly as the tip assuredly popped inside. "Push against me, boy," he encourage. As Jesse flared his ass open wanting Mr. McPherson inside him, he strained against the girth he was required to accept. The man rocked his cock in and out without complete removal, repeatedly pitching forward and back, until he saw signs of growing desire in Jesse's half-glazed eyes. He paused after inserting a few inches, feeling Jesse rectum clutching tightly on his member. He pulled out an inch then gave Jesse half an inch more of his shaft. Jesse rode him expertly for a while, wanting his penetration more with each new thrust. Mr. McPherson gently fucked him, taking him to a depth that might have been the deepest he’d ever asked of his ass. Probing further still to see what the boy could tolerate, now with each centimeter gained Mr. McPherson seemed to cause Jesse torment. But with slow determination he detected Jesse’s pain could be turned to pleasure. With a good portion of his member penetrating the boy, he felt a constricted second sphincter muscle blocking him from going deeper. He ground his hips, pushing hard against the boy's inner sphincter, feeling it starting to give way. He could see in the boy's alarmed eyes he was hitting a spot new to him. He leaned beyond Jesse and reached to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle. He uncapped it, put it under Jesse's right nostril and, with a finger, closed his other. "Inhale," he instructed. "Take a deep hit." Jesse obeyed, and Mr. McPherson felt his second sphincter loosen just a bit. He switched nostrils and had the boy hit the bottle again. He pushed hard and felt the clutching sphincter spread as he gyrated, pushing his enormous shaft deep into the aroused boy. Just when he was almost through the obstruction, the boy’s body erupted spasmodically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Jesse wailed. “Wait. Shit, fuck, Mr. McPherson. No, I can't take it." His body clenched, trying to expel the attacking phallus. "Yes you can,” he said, ignoring the pleas, giving the boy another hit of poppers. “Want it. Want me in that place you’re feeling right now. Trying shitting me out. Push hard. Clench!” He felt the boy’s rigid entrails clamp down, then flare, and slowly allowed, millimeter by millimeter, him to gain access. Astonishingly, all at once he slid in two full inches. He experience incredible pleasurable in this deep penetration. He thrust in past the constriction which erotically clutched his engorged head. He realized Jesse, beneath him, head back, cheered him on, stuttering yes-yes-yes, surrendering to more of his shaft as it pushed onward into the boy. Jesse face, which had been grimacing in discomfort, his body understood how helpless it was to resist, and relaxed, succumbing to the corrupting power of having his guts flayed internally. An inner cavern had been breached, a sensation so rich in pleasure he wondered where it had been hiding. He begged to be fucked harder, fucked deeper. Mr. McPherson rocked steadily enjoying the boy’s offering him his body. “You like this? You like someone in you so deep you're a whore for more?” Jesse nodded enthusiastically, opening his mouth in awe of this feeling. “Yeah, yeah, right there,” Jesse stammered, taking protracted satisfaction in abdicating his body entirely to the impulses of this master. “And we've still got further to go," his master warned, grinding his hips round, stirring the boy’s innards this way and that, marking the boy flush red faced, watched his breathing synch with his, feeling the boy’s heartbeat throbbing in the tip his cock, sensing the boy’s rectum of fine strings being plucked apart as he journeyed deeper into the conquered territory. In the corner of the boy's eyes, tears welled, he gnawed his lip, gasps burbled at each new sensation his master caused. Then the man paused. Jesse focused his eyes quickly. In spite of being on the verge of pain, he still wanting more. He implored, "Breed me, master. Cum inside me.” He searched the man’s face, gave the man’s cock a squeeze with his inflamed entrails. “Why’d you stop, sir?" Mr. McPherson grabbed the poppers, took deep hits, and stood there for a good, long while. Waves of pleasure washed over him, feeling how good his cock felt buried in such a wet boy pussy. Then a trickle of urine began leaking into the boy's cavity. It took a moment for Jesse to recognize the unfamiliar sensation he felt in his body. "Oh, fuck. You're taking a leak in me?" "Like a racehorse, boy" Mr. McPherson panted, the trickle immediately turning into a geyser. This powerful blast shot into the boy, while an immense expression of relief spread across the man’s face. "God damnit! I've needed to piss for so long!” After turning on the spigot to full force, he turned his internal attention back to the boy. Gazing down on him, he said, “This’ll be extremely charged piss from last night, Jesse. Relish it. Not all boys are as lucky as you to get daddy enhanced piss with his first fuck." His eyes rolled back as his urine flowed in blessed relief. Holding onto the sling’s top bar, pushing his firehose of piss into the lad’s body, he allowed his bladder to explode. He squeezed his bladder muscles, enjoying how his cock toyed with the boy’s entrails, easing up then deluging his piss stream again, his cock plugged so deeply into this clutching pussy, that he couldn’t resist taunting the boy, "You like being my pisspot? You consent to be daddy’s toilet?" Surprised, yet not shocked, Jesse replied, "I love it, daddy. I want your piss, sir," he groaned with no hesitation, absorbing the flow of urine running into his deepest parts. He began rocking in the sling to take more of his master’s cock. The boy's loosening sphincter wasn’t getting lost on Mr. McPherson either. He felt Jesse accepting his manhood, possibly the remaining mass which was still a sizable amount but seemed like Jesse was in reach of taking it. Jesse continued to welcome the anaconda and his master's piss simultaneously. The intoxicating flow made him frenzied. He flared open his legs, eye crazed and widened, he confessed, blathering, "I want master’s piss day and night. I want master to come down to my room whenever he has to take a leak, stick his cock in me, let me be his urinal. I want to be his sewer.” "Yes, boy. That's correct. That’s what you want.” He felt his bladder almost drained. “You want to be daddy's special toilet." In a trance, he babbled on, “Make me your toilet slave, master.” He made whimpering begging noises, pushing his butt up to meet his master’s crotch. It wasn’t just the sensation that drove this fever. Even more: it was the combination of knowing what Mr. McPherson was doing, feeling it at the same time, and then giving him further access to his hole, flooding his colon with his huge pissing cock. The flood of piss overloaded all resistance, physical and mental, enflamed his guts, snaking through this intestines, splashing, pushing, causing him to continue to open up. As the charged piss absorbed into his system, it became a feedback loop that had no end. Deeper and deeper he fell into the ecstasy that ravaged his body. He wallowed in the understanding of how the pain of penetration blossomed into joy. He felt transformed into an insect caught in the most seductive spider web imaginable; a luxurious dream, absorbing him, siphoning his mind from his body, extracting reason from his mind, making him a slave only to this sensation. He gave up his body to this man in a distorted dream, barely aware of this surroundings, pulling on the soft wrist cuffs and grasping at the hard metal chains, spreading his legs wider, bucking up to take more of this god between his legs, this demon who could impale him however deep he wished, split him in two and cast his shell aside if he wanted. He felt blessed that this conqueror chose his hole to plunder. It felt so fucking good, pushing his butt, straining to take in every inch of this coiled python from this monstrous centaur. This was no longer a man fucking him but a beast devouring him. The man felt the boy's hole fully relent, greedily aching for more. Confined to the limits of the sling, trying to push his body against his to take more of his meat, the man was more than willing to accommodate and leaned all his weight into the boy’s hole. Done pissing he pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back in. The hole was a slippery, wet mess that got him harder the deeper he probed. He found he was a breath away from having his balls pressed to the boy's smooth tailbone. Observing the boy's face cringe in some discomfort, he poppered the boy again. The boy of course would not resist him. After capping the bottle, he plunged his cock completely to his pubic bone, his wiry bush nestling under the boy's soft, hairless balls. Jesse's eyes bulged, startled, and came instantly. A thick rope of his white jism shot into the boy's face, trailing white cock-snot over an eye and down his cheek. He felt the colon spasm, clutching in desperate orgasms, in the identical rhythm he was fucking the deepest cavern of the boy, feeling his cockhead hitting a soft log in his deepest thrusts. From the boy's rhythmic clutching of his cock while cum spewed over his thin chest, the man climaxed too, releasing an ample amount of seed to knock the boy up. Sperm mixed with the urine, a slop so voluminous he could almost hear it slosh inside the boy's guts. In raptured orgasm, he bucked harder, finding sadistic pleasure in the boy's wails. He took the boy's cock and PA in hand and caused the boy tortured exhilaration as he jacked the wet, spent head. They rocked together, unable to stop the flow of passion between them. Sweat poured from his forehead, drenching the boy, running down his flanks. He felt they'd never return to earth. Cum continued to shoot as his hips violently rammed into the boy. Brutal anguish spread across the boy’s face. He begged in ecstatic pain to be fucked, his insides shredded by an engorged phallus, ravaged by the convulsion of orgasm—slave and master conjoined. But as time and gravity pulled them back to earth, Mr. McPherson’s fiery passion dimmed—not without a final few clenches, a murmur of muted cries—their fervor paled, ground to an eventual halt. Then, as the rigidity of his cock waned, a warm trickled ran down Mr. McPherson’s leg. Realizing what might happen, he instructed Jesse to hold it in. But with more wetness leaking out, his semi-rigid cock was spat out, and a spasmodic emptying of liquid could no longer be contained. Jesse spewed the content of his bowels all over the floor. On the bedroom’s white porcelain tiles several puddles formed. Luckily, thought Mr. McPherson, a new housekeeper was at hand. A half-conscious Jesse groaned in the sling. First, the man unlocked the boy’s arms, then his legs, helping his down to a sitting position. "Get your bearings, son. Don't get out yet," he advised. Jesse waited at the edge of the sling, his mind coming back to recognizable human form, his eyes focusing. His ass felt incredible and unbelievably satisfied. He realized he was leaking and tried to stop it from further running down his leg. But his ass, stretched so wide, pounded for so long, took issue with closing so soon. It was a fuck he'd never forget; his mind still running over its vague outlines, hardly comprehending it to the point he wasn’t even quite certain where he was. In his reverie, however, he heard Mr. McPherson speaking to him coolly as one would a servant. Finger’s snapped in front of him. "Jesse,” Mr. McPherson snapped again. “Jesse. On your knees. Time to do your job.” Still foggy but with a dawning sense of disbelief, Jesse looked at him to see if he was kidding. Mr. McPherson stood sternly, arms crossed. “You’re kidding, right,” he said. “Seriously? You want me to….” His wheedling trailed off. Mr. McPherson's eyes crinkled, an eyebrow raised. “But daddy?” Jesse tested how much sway he had left. Mr. McPherson pointed at Jesse and then a puddle. “But sir? Master?” Mr. McPherson unmoved, continued to point. Jesse slowly crumbled onto the white porcelain tiles, first to his knees, then hands, lastly lips met the floor. With the smallest of slurps, he started. And with the first sip he realized why Mr. McPherson was that successful shark: that he, Jesse, like so many others, should have studied the contract more closely; that it wasn’t about some pitiful stipend, or room and board offered by this wealthy man, but about property, about the transfer of ownership. A person could be bought in many ways; his price was chump change. Downing the first swallow of piss and cum—one last glance up at Mr. McPherson’s brooding ocean-blue eyes—he got to work in earnest, slurping and licking up the mess that moments before had occupied his body.

He drove off and I stood in the driveway of a huge house. I walked up to the door and stood there hoping I had the right place. I did not have to wait long; a tall dark-haired man came to the door. He was a very good-looking guy, he opened the door and invited me in. He said my name is Charles, David has been waiting for you. We walked into this beautiful home, and he led me to a room upstairs. It was a bit like a porn studio or so I imagined. It had a bed in the middle with cameras all around. Several sofas and chairs. There was a man sitting in a chair who stood up and walked over to me and introduced himself. He said, I am David, thank you for coming tonight. You are my date for tonight. I see you met Wes already, his date will be here shortly. David stood at least 6’4 well-built salt and pepper hair, he had a tattooed sleeve and was well muscled. He leaned down and kissed me, he slipped his tongue in my mouth, after he broke off the kiss the kiss, he felt up my body and my dick was getting rock hard. While David was feeling up my junk, stomach and chest; Wes was feeling up my ass and back. I was tingling all over. Wes began to kiss my neck, David turned me around, Wes leaned in and kissed me hard just like David had done, while David slipped my pants down below my ass and felt my bare ass. He soon had his finger on my hole, and he was rubbing it, I moaned as David kissed my back and Wes continued to kiss me. I had not noticed two camera men who came in and began to shoot. Wes unfastened his pants, fished his cock out and pulled me down to suck his big dick. Dave, spread my cheeks and began eating my hole. I was in heaven, fuck these guys were hot. David ate my hole for five minutes, pulled off and went over to the bed. Wes led me to the bed and had me suck David. His cock was even bigger than Wes’s, huge uncut dick. I crawled up on the bed and began to suck his big dick while Wes got behind me and lubed up my hole and his dick and pressed it inside my hole. It felt amazing, he fucked me for ten minutes and shot his first load of the night inside me. Wes slapped my ass after he pulled out, he told one of the camera men to take a turn, that was the first time I had even realized that we were being filmed. The guy on the bed and slid his 7.5-inch dick inside me with ease and fucked me for eight or so minutes and shot inside me. Then they traded paces and the other camera man got up, his dick was much thicker and eight inches. He was a better fuck, he grabbed my ass and pulled me back on his dick and fucked me hard for ten minutes and groaned loudly and shot his load inside me. I had been there less than an hour and I had three loads inside me. Fuck, this was like no date I ever imagined. David pulled me up on his chest and kissed me. We made out for ten minutes while he told me what a hot boy I was. I hard rustling behind me and the bed move, it was Wes’s boyfriend. He spread my hole and began to eat my cummy hole. I felt good, amazing. David reached over and grabbed some poppers for me, he said, boy you will need these. I hit them several times, then I realized why, David gave them to me. A huge fat, dick was pressing on my hole. It did not want to go inside but Wes’s boyfriend, Ryan kept pressing. With the combination of Poppers and David’s encouragement and instructions my hole was starting to comply. David would tell me when to push out, and how to breathe through it. It hurt but on the fifth push my hole opened enough to accept Ryan’s thick dick. Fortunately, it was only 7.5 inches but got thicker towards the base. I was whispering to David, that it hurt, and it was too big, but he just held me, telling me to be a good boy. He would tell me to relax my beautiful boy cunt, let Ryan in. You want it, don’t be a dick tease, give him your hole boy. You are so hot taking bare dick, he kissed me, and I moaned into his mouth. My hole started to open, and Ryan fucked me harder, it was almost enjoyable but never got there for me. Ten minutes in Ryan shot his load inside me, then slowly slide out. Wes slides up on the bed and examined my hole, showing it to the camera and worked a butt plug inside me. They broke off the shoot, the big dicked camara man took me to a room that looked like a waiting room and asked me if I wanted anything to drink? He was about 5’11 180 dark hair and eyes, Mediterranean looking with a beard and long hair in a bun. He brought me water, we chatted for a while, and he told me I was a natural on camera. He leaned in and kissed me, wow, he was a good kissed. When he broke it off, he said, I would like to share you with some buds sometime. You would be a hot DP bottom for us. I am going to slip my number in your bag. Do not tell anyone, okay? I agreed that I would not. I cannot wait to get inside you again tonight. Then he walked out of the room.

One of my favorite times of every year here in Las Vegas are the first 2 weeks of December. For 10 days each Dec., Las Vegas hosts the National Rodeo Finals. The town is filled with nearly 30,000 rodeo cowboys and rodeo lovers. There are a couple of cowboys that I've been hooking up with each year. But they can be a bit paranoid about having me come to their hotel rooms, for fear that one of their cowboy buddies might find out. This year I decided to get a room at a cheap motel, just across the freeway from the LV Strip Hotels and host there. I love this particular motel. It has parking just in front of the rooms. It's easy access for both the out of towners staying on The Strip as well as locals. And there are two large lots on either side of the motel for 18 wheel trucks to spend the night. I like to get a room at this place every few months. Just to whore out and take loads. The first night I had the room, I invited both of my cowboy regulars to my room. They both fucked me and seemed to be a lot more relaxed coming to my room, instead of hosting in theirs. Both guys consider themselves str8. But both say they look forward to our yearly fuck. I sure do enjoy sucking, rimming and fucking with both those masculine cowboy studs. One guy is from Austin, TX. The other from South Dakota. Hot fuckers! The second night that I had the room, I decided I wanted to try an anonymous pump and dump in my room. I posted on BBRT.com, Squirt and Craigslist. I posted my KIK number on all the ads. I said in my ad that starting at 11pm, I would have my door unlocked. Just come in, find me ass up, and fuck me. It had to be raw. No condoms allowed. I got my room ready with several bottles of lube and poppers, tissue boxes and wet wipes set on both bedside tables and on the dresser. I also had my own bottle of poppers that I alone would use for the evening. By 10:45p I was douched, showered and had the lights off. At 10:50p the first guy came into my room. He felt my ass and fingered my hole for a minute or two. Then I felt him drizzle some cold lube on my ass and his finger slid some up inside me. His finger was soon replaced by his hard cock. He was a quick draw. He probably only fucked me for a couple of minutes, before he groaned and filled my ass with the first load of the evening. He pulled out, pulled up his pants and was out of the room in all under 5 minutes. At about 11:05p my door opened again. Another guy came in, quickly stepped up behind me, lowered his pants and slid inside me. His fuck was a bit longer. Maybe 10 minutes. Just before he came inside me, I heard the door open again. Another guy had come in. He undressed as he watched the other guy fuck me. And as soon as that guy had filled my ass with his load, the 3rd guy stepped behind me and sipped in my hole. As #3 fucked me, #2 pulled up his pants and left. Guy #3 really pounded me hard. He was really enjoying his ride. He took about 20 minutes of pounding, before he emptied his balls inside me. Within 45 minutes, I had taken the first 3 loads of the evening. I was thinking, "This is going to be a great evening". But then I went for over an hour without anyone showing up. I was starting to get discouraged, but at about 1am another guy walked into my room. I was sitting in a chair, checking emails on my phone. So I just dropped to my knees. He stepped up to me, unzipped and fed me his cock. I sucked him hard. Then I got up, knelt on the edge of the bed and sniffed some poppers, as he removed his shoes and pants. Soon he was sliding his dick up inside my cum lubed ass. He was a rough fuck. Really slamming into me. A good, hard 10 minute fuck finally resulted in load #4 going inside me. After #4 had cum and gone, I checked my emails and KIK. There were 8 messages on KIK and well over a dozen emails and messages on BBRT & Squirt. I replied to them all, giving them all my hotel address and room number. Knowing that usually, just a small portion of the guys that reply, will actually show up. But, you never know? And on this particular evening, I'd say that the vast majority of the guys that replied, actually did show up. As I've learned in the past, here in Las Vegas, as the evening gets later, the anonymous tops seem to multiply. And the str8 guys that have been hanging out at the strip clubs, getting lap dances, are now horny, drunk and tired. They want to shoot a load and get to bed. By this time in the evening, they don't really care about whether the hole is male or female. They just need a warm hole to get them off. From about 1:30am till about 4am, I had a steady stream of horny guys coming into my dark room. I sucked a few, ate a few asses, but most chose to fuck my raw ass. I really have no clue how many loads I ended up taking that night? I totally lost count. But, I'm guessing that I took about 15 or 16 loads in my ass alone, that night. A personal best. Most loads went in my ass. Two loads went down my throat. And one guy jacked off into my mouth. One guy never even made it to one of my holes. He was standing next to me, watching another guy fucking me. He was so turned on, that he sprayed his cum all over us as he watched. One of my regular cowboys that had fucked me the previous evening, came back to fuck me again that night. Even though the room was pretty dark, the majority of the guys seemed to be str8 cowboys. More than likely, even a trucker or two. Since there's overnight 18 wheeler parking on both sides of this motel. I was more than happy to be the hole for them to deposit their straight sperm inside. By 4am, the flow of guys had slowed. So I pulled the duct tape off the door lock. Locked the door and climbed into bed. As you would expect, I woke up the next morning a bit sore, lying in wet sheets, covered with sweet smelling cum. I do have to say, that Rodeo Finals once again was some of the best raw fucking I get each year. There is just nothing I love more than being a cum whore and cum depository for str8 guy loads. Not only was my asshole sore as hell for a couple of days, but I could barely walk, because my thigh muscles were sore from being on my knees for that many hours. But, I'm not complaining. I loved every single minute. And I will do it again in a nano-second when I get the opportunity.

Last night I got a pleasant surprise when a fuck buddy I had fallen out of touch with for a while got a hold of me wondering if I was available. I had gotten out of the shower a bit before after having been outside freezing while cleaning up some downed branches. Feeling good from the hot shower and facing the prospect of some even hotter sex, of course I said yes. When we were fucking regularly we never really talked much pre-sex, after a long week you just needed to get that pent up energy and aggression out, you know? This time was no different. When I walked through the door he was in a bathrobe and that was my signal to start stripping. I was nude before I was past ten feet in the door. I love being nude! He sat in his living room recliner with his robe open and already hard cock ready for my mouth. I dropped to my knees and pushed his legs apart and settled down with his cock head to my lips, enjoying the precum leaking from the tip. I licked and teased his cock head, looking up at him as I made a show of painting my lips with his precum, then went down on his length, taking his hot black cock down to the balls. He had always loved grabbing my hair and holding me in place when I did this, and that hadn't changed since the last time we were together. I didn't get long to suck him, he wanted to get to the main event. He had me get down on the carpet, laying on my stomach as he mounted me and worked his cock in. It was a bit rough going because there was only saliva on his cock to lube his way in, my saliva and I think he may have used some of his own, but I do enjoy the sensation of a cock slowly getting pushed into me and I am a bit of a pain junkie anyway. Once he bottomed out he started to thrust, and damn I had missed his enthusiasm! He didn't last long, I like to think it was because he was just really happy to see me, but hey, I'll take his cum any way I can get it! After he pulled out he laid on the floor and I cleaned his cock. I took my time, making a show out of it because I knew it turned him on and he was always good for a round two fuck. He got hard again and we headed to the bedroom, where he had me get on the bed on my knees with my ass up and head down. After the livingroom fuck and his first load still in me I was a lot easier to slide into. This fuck lasted a lot longer, and we ended up again with me laying on my stomach with him on top. After he came and we settled into bed we made small talk, catching up on the past several weeks. We slept all night, no 2AM fucks like old times, but in the morning he had his normal morning wood and I rode him for old times sake. He had to work so we both got in the shower and cleaned up with some playing, and after toweling off I got to walk through his place naked to get to my clothes by the front door with him following me in his robe. I love that walk because I know it gets him going watching my ass as I move. He surprised me by having me bend over the couch and pushed his already lubed dick into me. I'm guessing he had planned it and had lubed up in the bathroom. Gotta love the fun surprises in life, I wasn't expecting it! We didn't get to fuck long, and he didn't cum, but I am hoping that just means he'll be thinking about my ass during work and want another round tonight!

Chapter 6 The guy at the door threw his towel over his shoulder and was stroking his hard very thick looking cock. His friend did the same only his cock was longer but not as thick. They were both watching me and my dad in bed. This was what dad was talking about when he said sometimes other guys watched him mess around I guess. I was surprised that I didnt get freaked out enough to stop. The two guys at the door were actually making this hotter and they seemed to like that we were actual father and son. Dad focused his attention on my hole no longer teasing it, just pushing his tongue inside it and making me moan uncontrollably. I realize he probably did that not just for me but for the two guys watching too. And for confirmation, he said above a whisper this time, "You like the feeling of your dad pushing his tongue deep into your virgin hole son?" "Virgin? Oh fuck. Your sons a virgin?" Hot guy at the door was looking behind me at dad. Dad didnt say anything but the guy smiled at him like he did get an answer. "Nasty dad taking his son to the bathouse to take his cherry. Beautful." I guess we could have explained that his assumption was wrong and the real story was much more complicated, but I was too busy moaning as dad went back to my hole. My hole was so wet now with dads spit that I could hear him slurping as he continued to lick and probe it. Hot guy got bold and took a step inside the room. Dad must have noticed. "Whats your name bud?" He asked. "Grant." "Good to meet you Grant. I'm Paul and this is my son Cooper." "You guys are fucking hot." I looked up at him and saw that he was looking behind me again at dad. "You think I could..." I didnt know what he was talking about but Dad must have responded nonverbally in a way that made him smile again. Grant stepped towards me and pointed his thick cock to my face. I understood. "You think you could taste my cock while your dad eats you out?" Like dad I didnt answer with words. I wanted to feel that thickness filling my mouth. I licked the tip of his cock glistening with precum and as he moved a little closer I pulled the head of his cock and about an inch more into my mouth immediately making him groan. The cock was massive. I could feel my mouth stretching around his girth. I struggled to take more of his cock as I realized from the further stretching that his cock only got thicker the further down I went. Grant didnt force matters though. He was gentle with me not pushing just accepting what I could give him. "So fucking hot. Your son is sucking my cock Paul. You like seeing your son suck another mans cock?" "Hell yeah. As long as I still get to enjoy this ass that I made." This just kept getting more twisted. Dad kept pushing with his words and it made all of us hornier. But I also felt a finger beginning to push at my hole. It felt different from the tongue, not as soft and definitely thicker. With a little more teasing I felt the tip of his finger suddenly break through and enter me as his tongue had. It caused me to choke a little on Grants cock because I gasped at the feeling that was so new that I didnt know what to do. I felt the bed shift and dad was up by my ear, his finger slowly pushing its way deeper into me. "Just relax son. It will make this easier. Ill go really slow but I lubed your hole up with my tongue and spit that it wont be long before the discomfort goes away. Ok? Keep breathing son." He wasnt whispering like he had when the door was closed. This was for us but it was also for the two other guys. I felt dads weight shifting the bed again as he moved back to focus on my hole. "Oh shit you guys been partying?" I didnt know what Grant meant but I looked up and saw that he was focusing on the pipe that was still on the table in the bowl of condoms and lube. I started to get worried given what dad had said about it being illegal and not welcome at this place. But dads response said something completely different. "Yeah. Introducing my son to a lot tonight." "And you and your son dont get T-dick by the looks of it." It was like they were speaking a totally different language. I may not have known what they were talking about but I figured from their conversation that we were safe. "We're just lucky I suppose." As he said that I felt his hand around my cock again giving it a squeeze before letting it go. I moaned onto Grants cock. "Do you want a hit?" I looked back up to see his reaction to dads question, his thick cock still throbbing in my mouth. "No I dont want to get you in trouble. Might be too much noise with that torch." Grant was right. Whenever dad had lit the lighter it did echo in the room. Now that the door was open anyone might hear it. "Got some stuff in my room anyway. You know what you could do..." He didnt finish his thought out loud but dad did seem to respond. I felt him slowly pull his finger out of my hole and then I could hear him move off the bed and pull his bag out from under it. He dug around and I could hear him take something out and put his bag back under the bed. I was curious and trying to hear and make out what dad was doing but the cock in my mouth was stealing my attention away from it. I did want to make this man feel good. It was a first realization that one of the things I would enjoy about sex is seeing how much pleasure my body gives other men. Grant showed his approval of whatever dad had just done with a "Fuck yeah. Now lets get your son spun." That didnt mean anything to me. It was that other language or something that only dad and Grant understood again. Then the weight shifted in the bed and I guessed he was back by my ass angled at him. My guess was confirmed when I felt a finger slowly teasing my crack and then once again pushing into my hole. Dad pushed his finger further and deeper and the sensation was new, not yet really pleasurable but not really hurting either. I did notice that as I concentrated on the feeling of dads finger I was sucking Grants cock harder somehow.. I was aware that I was tasting this mans cock but also his pre cum as I felt it gathering on my tongue, mixing with my own spit, and swallowing it down. But the feeling that was not pleasurable and not hurting was suddenly burning and the surprise of it and the intensity of it had me pull off of Grants thick cock. "Ah dad it burns or something." "Just keep breathing son. Maybe take a minute to just breathe through it. Here, get back down on your back here." I turned my body around facing dad now and he shifted himself to being on his side against the wall laying in the bed. He was giving me a lot of space to join him and I did. I put my head back on the pillow and dad and I lay next to each other. He being on his side was at an angle of looking down to me while I looked up at him as I lay in the bed on my back. Grant took a step away from the bed and when I turned to look, he was stroking his cock watching us. I noticed that the head and a little more shined in the weird lighting with my spit and seeing and thinking that made my cock throb. His friend was still in the doorway naked and stroking. "Fuck this is so hot. Dad and his virgin son huh? My lucky day." The burning meanwhile was still very much bothering me. Dad could probably tell I was in some degree of discomfort because he used his left hand to caress my chest and then work his way down "Try to relax and breathe deep. This feeling will pass soon." Dads hand continued to explore my body. I was trying to understand how it could still be burning even though dads finger wasnt inside me. That had been what triggered the feeling so shouldnt pulling the finger out kill it? "You ok son?" I looked up into dads eyes. "Yeah, it still burns but I think it might not be getting worse anymore. That cant be normal." "Give it a little time. You'll be ok. I actually think youll be really ok once the burning goes away." I nodded even though I didnt know what he meant and then he bent down and kissed me, first just on the lips and then after a second pressed his mouth to mine and pushed his tongue into mine as we made out again. This time with an audience. "Aw fuck yeah thats so hot. Cant believe how much they look alike." This was a new voice and I realized it must have been Grants friend who had been silently stroking his long cock and watching us the whole time. But hearing that dad and I didnt stop. Instead we kept going and got into it even more. He got back on top of me and like before I wrapped my arms and legs around him. "Fuuuuck" I heard the man say. As we lost ourselves in our passion for each other I did get to a point where I realized that like dad said the burning did go away. But it didnt go back to feeling the way it did before. Its like the burning that was uncomfortable and even a little painful became a burning need. My body was responding in a way that was new somehow but it felt a little like squirming as dad was on top of me like I needed even more than this intense scene with dad. He noticed and pulled out of my mouth. As he did I noticed my focus was a little shifty and thats when I realized that there were now three guys watching. Grant, his friend who was still in the doorway, and now a third guy I recognized. The guy we saw fucking someone in a room when we were first making our way to dads room. He was in the doorway with Grants friend still wrapped in a towel and rubbing his cock through it which I could tell looked only half hard but big. "Youre feeling it arent you son?" Dad said again loud enough for everyone to hear. I looked over at the new guy to see if he heard. He was still just quiet and watching. "I dont know. What is it? It feels good and a little weird I guess." I knew I was feeling hornier but figured maybe it was because of what was happening in the room not what was happening in my body. Dad lifted himself off me and sat up between my legs. Without breaking eye contact his finger found my hole again and without meeting any resistance, he pushed into me again and I gasped. There was no pain this time. What I felt was like what you feel when you scratch an itch. Satisfaction. And my moan made that pretty clear to everyone in the room. "The mans son is a virgin" Grant said. He was looking at the third guy. "I think we are going to witness something very hot." I heard the third guy almost softly and hesitantly say, "Son? Like real son?" Dad turned to look at the men as his finger continued to slowly push into me. I saw that same look of recognition when Grant first saw dads face come across the new guys face. The sensation inside me was amazing. "Yes he is" dad said. "My son came here tonight to lose his virginity and Im going to help him with that." It may sound stupid and naive, but it only hit me at that moment that I was about to get fucked but not just fucked but fucked by my own dad. The man that made me. And in my state of being high and hornier than I had ever been it actually turned me on more. And then I felt dad hook his finger slightly as it pushed just a little deeper. "Daaaaad" I practically screamed and moaned. That drew groans from the men. My body bucked up my back arched and I was seeing stars. Dads finger had hit a spot that made my whole body get lost in a pleasure I didnt know existed. He was massaging the spot and I dont know what I must have looked like as I lost all control with my entire being given over to dad. "Yeah dad oh god yeah that feels so....fuck dad!" My eyes shot back open as I felt a second finger begin to stretch open my hole. I looked up at him and the lust on his face was almost transforming the way he looked entirely. It even seemed almost...predatory. I wasnt afraid by it though. Its hard to explain but because it was dad I still felt safe. I also noticed that my cock was still hard and leaking a non stop flow of precum. My abs were all wet from mine and dads. "You want a little more from the pipe son?" I thought about what Grant had said about the noise and looked over at the door. What if the new guy was going to get us in trouble? "Is it ok dad?" He turned around to look at the other men and must have given them a look that I didnt see because Grant responded by moving closer to the bed and the other two men stepped into the room. The new guy a little awkwardly because of the size of the space closed the door. After doing so he pulled off his towel and revealed a cock that was thick like Grants and long like Grants friend and dads. He started stroking it in earnest. Suddenly I became aware that I was laying in the bed on my back with four older big dicked men inside this very small room looking down at me and I had never been hornier in my life. "Lets get you a little bit higher now son."

This story is a continuation of the one found here. “Kurt, I think I’m sick.” I called him that afternoon, as I was starting to feel gross at work. Achy. And my skin kind of hurt, which was a sure sign I was running a temperature. “Oh baby, I’m sorry!” he said, barely masking the giddiness in his voice. “And do you mean ‘sick’ sick? Like, do you think it’s the, um, you know… Flu?” I smirked a bit at this as I pictured how excited he probably looked at that very moment. “Yeah, stud. I think this is it.” “Awwww. You head home, and I’ll leave work early and take care of you. Gotta take care of my honeyhole!” “Yeah yeah. You say the sweetest things. See you later. I’ll probably be napping.” I hung up. I really did feel like hammered shit, which is exactly what I told my boss before heading home for the day. And by ‘home’ I mean Kurt’s place- which I guess technically was my place too, as I’d basically moved in almost immediately after our first weekend together. It was basically a done deal the instant we kissed in my car. And the fuck he threw me on Labor Day weekend sealed the deal. That first fuckfest saw him breeding me 4 times over a span of 6 hours and basically ruining my insides from all angles. The next morning, I shat so much cum (and a fair bit of blood) that I actually called him to the bathroom to witness his handiwork. Naturally, that turned him on and led to another round of me being used randily before breakfast. I had to beg him for prep time! With a fresh load of his DNA in me, we sat down to a breakfast of eggs and coffee, which he had thoughtfully prepared for us while I showered. And that’s where we said the “L” word to each other for the first time. We were sitting at his small breakfast table, eating in silence, bathed in bright morning sunlight. He looked so fucking hot in just his loose pajama bottoms with his hair all mussed up. He caught me staring and with his mouth still full said “Whut?” And I just shrugged and said, “Nothing. Just… I love you, is all.” That was the first time I’d officially said it to anybody. I was always worried that I would have to fake it, or just always do the “I love you too” thing. But no. This was easy. And I meant it completely. He beamed at me and then his face crumpled a little as he got a little emotional. “Wow. That is… just, so good to hear because… because I love YOU. I knew when you kissed me in your car after I bawled like a little bitch.” “I knew I loved you when you said ‘As you wish’ to me.” “Well, I knew I was into you when you yelled at me at the sex party. I was angry, ashamed, and sad all at the same time, which nobody has made me feel since Bo. So there were definite… feelings… there.” “Well, I knew I was hopelessly infatuated when you ‘mean girled’ me at the bar. Anyone able to eviscerate me with a mere look like that? Big feelings.” He chuckled and pointed his fork at me. “Oh, so is this a competition on who was into whom first now?” “Everything is a competition, bucko—and from where I’m sitting?” I gave him a long, slow, up and down appraisal. “I definitely won the big *cough* prize.” “It’s kind of amazing you’re able to sit at all, actually,” he said flippantly. And we laughed. The rest of Labor Day was spent talking and fucking, and ordering pizza as new couples do. Eventually I had to tap out, as my ass was raw and ruined and I was starting to fear that everything on the inside of me may just accidentally end up on the outside if I stood up quickly. But let me tell you. It was so fucking hot to take a nap with his cock lodged inside and his arms wrapped around me. I felt so taken care of that I completely zonked for like 2 hours. Until I awoke to his stiffening dick poking my spleen. Again. Eventually I drove him back to pick up his car which we had left at Tom’s house. We went our separate ways (briefly) so I could pick up some clothes and toiletries and meet him back at his. From there, Kurt and I rapidly settled into coupledom. Most of our meals were spent together. TV and movies on the couch. Sleeping together. Fucking. Kurt even got a family membership at his gym so we could work out together. It was all so disgustingly domestic and I loved it. Since Kurt’s condo was infinitely nicer than my shithole apartment, it naturally became our home base. I already had part of a closet and some drawers. All my valuables had been transferred over, and other than some occasional trips to show my neighbors what good gay sex sounded like or to pick up random items, I’d been at “our place” ever since. Which is where I found myself now, shivering, and under blankets on the couch. I took some ibuprofen, drank some juice, and curled up to watch some shitty daytime TV. The next thing I remember is feeling his lips (and stubble) on my forehead. “Hey babe, how you feeling?” he asked quietly. “Pretty meh,” I mustered. “Yeah, I remember what it was like. You’re most likely seroconverting now, and your body is gonna feel it.” “Maybe it’s just a cold. There’s been a lot of crap going around,” I offered, mainly to rile him up a little. “Are you suggesting that I’m not as fertile as I claimed to be?” he said in mock frustration. “Well, I dunno. It’s been almost two months with near daily breedings. Maybe your swimmers just can’t get me pregnant?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “You fucker,” he growled. “You’re gonna regret that.” * * I was feeling a touch better later that evening, after some soup and a long nap. I woke up on the couch, and Kurt was sitting in the chair across from me, naked, and watching me sleep. He was also slowly jacking that enormous meat of his. “Wakey, Wakey… time for snakey,” he sing-songed. I rolled my eyes. “Are you serious, coming at me with that? I’m tired and feeling gross. I probably have just enough energy to get in bed.” “Oh, we’re getting in bed alright,” he stated. “That’s where I’m going to fuck you. It’s been two days and I need to empty these nuts.” “Stud, I don’t know if I….” I started. He cut me off. “This isn’t a request. I AM going to fuck you. You’re converting. You know it. I know it. And I want to put one more fat, poz load in your guts to seal the deal.” His amber eyes had that dark glitter about them, so I knew he was in full sex mode at this point and would not be dissuaded. So I hauled my ass off the couch, popped 3 more ibuprofen, and headed to the bathroom to prepare myself. When I walked into the bedroom, I was expecting that porn would be going, and the sling to be up and ready. But no. Soft music was playing and the room was lit by several electric candles scattered about to give the space ambiance. He was standing next to the bed, all shy looking. In the center of the bed was a towel with a single red rose on it. Naturally the lube and poppers were handy too. “What’s all this?” I asked, confused. “This will be our anniversary, so I wanted it to be special,” he said kind of sheepishly. “I thought our anniversary was the day before labor day... When we first got together?” “Well, that’s one anniversary, yeah,” he said. “But tonight will be the anniversary of when we become joined by a bond that can’t be broken and you become mine forever.” Even in my not-feeling-so-great state, hearing him talk like this was doing it for me. I felt myself boning up and feeling that need for seed. I walked over to where he stood and looked up at him expectantly. He kissed me then, and just like it had done since the very beginning, it electrified my senses. “Tonight is all about you, babe,” he said. And he proceeded to kiss down my body, slowly. And then he engulfed my swollen dick with his mouth. This was a bit of a different side of Kurt, and I wasn’t sure where it was all going. I mean, I was most comfortable in the roll of “bottom cumdump”. I get off on guys just using me selfishly for their pleasure. Being used as a hole is what turns ME on most- the more degrading the better. A guy just using me as a human fleshlight will make my toes curl every time, and if he verbally degrades me during I’ll most likely cum no handed. So having Kurt be the attentive one was definitely throwing me off a little, but I decided to go with it. After sucking me a good long while, he slowly spun me around, bent me over the bed, and started eating my ass. This was also something he rarely did- as it was typically my job to eat his. But I fucking love being rimmed, and his stubble and stache grating against my hole were lighting me up like a Christmas tree. Pretty soon I was begging for his dick to be inside me. I got pretty insistent about it, which earned a huff of a laugh into my twitching butthole. “Ok, buckaroo, I can see what you need,” he smiled as I crawled to the middle of the bed. I smelled the rose before flinging it to a nightstand. “Woses… how owdinawy,” I said, doing my best Madeline Kahn. He genuinely laughed at this and favored me with one of his megawatt smiles. “You are so fucking corny- I love you.” “I know,” I said with a smirk. “It WAS a red rose after all.” “Yes. Red. For Love… and blood,” he growled, his eyes hooded and gleaming. “I need your dick in my mouth. Now,” I commanded. I figured if this was all about me tonight, I was gonna be a bossy bottom. “As you wish,” he quipped, as he maneuvered himself to present his massive tool for my enjoyment. Kurt’s cock really was just about the biggest I’d ever seen. I may have sucked a couple bigger ones in my day (some longer, some thicker) but his was definitely at the farthest end of the bell curve. It was like a true 9, and also very girthy. Straight and hard, with a darker, ruddy flared head on it. The shaft was almost the same thickness for the entire length- like a thicker can of red bull. But there was a magic spot about an inch and a half down from the head, where the shaft bulged ever so slightly thicker. This is what made his cock special. The way that thicker portion tugged out on my hole when fucking me, or feeling it just push past my second ring… fuck. It was absolute heaven in flesh form. I worshipped his meat with my mouth as best I could. I’ll fully admit, I’m a terrible cock sucker. I do it, but mainly just to get the cock wet for my ass. I have a terrible gag reflex and my jaw and neck always get tired doing it. But feeling his cockhead lodging in my throat definitely got my engine revving. Taking additional advantage of the “it’s all about me” night, I decided that I was going to ride his cock for something new. I know, right? Sex for two months, and I hadn’t ridden his cock yet? Outlandish! But yeah, we never had. I’m a big fan of doggy and/or sling fucks (again—I like being used) and Kurt was only too happy to oblige me in this regard as he was definitely an alpha top ass-user. I mean, I’d been on my back on the bed a bit, and on my side and stomach. But it was all where Kurt was in control of it all. I pulled my mouth off his cock, grabbed the lube, and started slathering his cock (and my hole) while he lay there, his hands still behind his head. He made a move to get up and I shook my head and pushed him back down gently. He looked at me quizzically, but quickly cottoned on when I started moving up to straddle him. “Well, this is… different,” he said, a bit unsure. “All about me, remember big guy?” I said as I positioned his head at my hole. I took a big hit of poppers and got ready. “As you… OH!” he said, as I slammed myself all the way down on his dick. It hurt. My god it hurt like hell to do it like that! And his head was wedged up against my second ring which was DEFINITELY not open yet. But I wanted it to hurt. I also wanted to show him I could take him and take my pleasure from him. I paused with him in me, my eyes squeezed shut in a grimace, sweat beading on my forehead. “Jesus, bud, you ok?” He said with some genuine concern. “This is our anniversary, so we better make this count.” I gritted out. I hit the spray poppers next, and slowly started to fuck myself on his prong. By about the third stroke, I was able to pop him into my second ring, and I left it there for a minute as I milked him with my hole. He growled in appreciation as I knew he would, and I bent down to kiss him. I loved kissing him as I was fully impaled on him! We fucked like this for awhile. I was getting quite the leg and hip workout riding up and down for that full length. He was assisting me by having his meaty hands at my hips, helping to lift me up and pulling me down. Occasionally he would reach up to flick my nipples, knowing this would send my hole into a milking frenzy on his dick. He could sense I was getting tired though, so eventually he pulled me down to a kiss, and then slowly worked me onto my back. It was time for me to be used, and I started to tell him so. “Sir, I need….” He loved it when I called him Sir. “Shhhhh,” he interrupted me. “I know. Don’t you think I know what you need by now?” He moved the pillow from behind my head and spread my legs a bit. He cupped his hands at my knee pits so he could push my legs down and out. And then he started to drill my hole. Hard. I was in full fuckpig mode at this point, so there was nothing but pleasure for me in his wrecking my cunt. His cock was making the heavens open up when he went deep, and the tug on my hole was tingling all my nerve endings. And all that meat in between was like a Mack truck driving across my prostate. He was going to force my load out no-handed again… it was just a matter of time. I just hope I could hold out as long as him. Eventually he got my knees up on his shoulders so he could really piston into me with his full weight. I cupped my hands around the back of his neck so I could stare at him as he wrung his pleasure from me. “Cum in me, sir. Please. Please, sir,” I begged. “I’m getting so close, bud. Gonna knock up that sweet ass of yours once and for all,” he grunted. “Gonna make you mine. You’re gonna be mine forever after this.” He was really fucking me with everything he had now. I could feel his cock getting that little extra bit harder that he did right before he came. I knew all of his tells now. I waited until I could see the orgasm in his eyes. “Until death do us part,” I whispered. With a loud “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” he unleashed his toxic seed deep inside me. He made sure to plant his cock all the way to the hilt so I could feel his head pulsing up past my second ring because he knew I liked that the best. When his orgasm subsided, he noticed I hadn’t cum yet. So without me having to ask, he got his hands in my knee pits again, and started fucking me slowly with his still hard cock. He stared at me intently as he did this. Then he started his verbal assault. “You liked that, didn’t you, you fuckin pig? You liked me leaving a fucking cumload deep in that cunt of yours? That filthy fucking pig cunt? You’re just a fuckin hole to me, you know that? I just say all the love crap to keep you hot for my dick. You’re nothing but a fucking cum receptacle. A hole. A cock socket. You exist to get my dick off. And guess what, you stupid fucker? I’m POZ! You just got filled with a dirty fuckin load. I’m grinding that toxic seed into your ass walls. Hope you like getting pozzed up you stupid fucking….” “UGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” I cried, as my first volley of cum spattered my chest and chin. Several more spurts came afterward, as I unloaded my balls everywhere. He kept fucking me slowly to push out every drop. I shook with ecstasy every time his cock pushed deep. He buried himself in me, and then started playing with my nipples. It was almost more than I could bear and my asshole danced like mad on his dick. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk out another one!” he warned. Without pulling out, he worked me onto my hands and knees, and started throwing the dick to me again. Hard and fast. As I had already cum, I was kind of in “exit only” mode, but I also knew I wanted to get him off again. So I hit the poppers hard and let him have me. I do my best bottoming work doggy, and have been known to pull the load out of a guy with my ass skills. So I set to working and milking and gripping my hole on him, all while throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts. It was not long before I was treated to a long, guttural grunt and the quick throb of his cock inside me, signaling that I had just done my job successfully yet again. This time, when he was finished, he pulled out slowly and then smacked his wet dick on my ass. We collapsed in a heap on the bed. As we cuddled later, and as I was starting to drift off, he said, “You know I didn’t really mean that bit about…” “Shhhh,” I interrupted. “Being in love means never having to say you’re sorry for things said to get your cock socket to cum no handed.” “Dork,” he chuckled. * * About a week later when I was basically back to feeling like myself, Kurt suggested that it might be time for me to get to the doctor. “Just to confirm our suspicions, you know. For the sake of science,” he said. “You just want to know if your track record is still intact, you sick fuck,” I said jokingly. “I’ll call and set up something for next week or so.” “Keep me posted,” he hummed happily. I was masking my feelings pretty well around Kurt and I kept up my typical jovial banter, but inwardly I was concerned. Concerned and worried and nervous and scared and a whole lot of other emotions. Ok, so maybe I had technically been ‘bug chasing’ in a matter of speaking, but it wasn’t really about that. It was more about getting Kurt, not about getting sick. He just happened get off on pozzing guys, so that was the tradeoff I decided to make. And it was indeed my decision, one which I fully embraced. I chose to let him breed me that first time, to give him what he wanted. I could have done the day after treatment, but I chose not to. And I also chose—repeatedly—to let him try to convert me through almost daily breeding sessions. But now, after having a week of fever and chills, it suddenly became real. Like REAL real. Like “what have I done” real. Was it worth it? Was Kurt worth it? What would happen next? I found myself worrying about healthcare for the first time in my life. And job security. And HIV stigma. And medication cost. And side effects. And sickness. I knew I needed to find out early in order to get started on a pill regimen if I was positive, but I didn’t want to take that first step yet. But the ‘what happens next’ question also applied to other aspects of my life moving forward. And would I be moving forward with Kurt. Was there even an ‘us’? I know Kurt said he wanted to convert me so that we could be together forever, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was really serious about that. And all this is what paralyzed me and kept me from setting up a doctor’s appointment. These thoughts were consuming my brain every minute of the day and causing me to spiral down the rabbit hole of unknowns. I was unfocused at work and I wasn’t sleeping well. And I was really starting to get depressed. At home, I was becoming quiet and lethargic. I was even starting to beg off going to the gym with Kurt (which I normally enjoyed). I mean, who wouldn’t want to go watch their boyfriend in tight gym clothes, lifting weights, getting all sweaty and making other boys drool? Anyway, I managed to keep Kurt at bay for an additional two weeks or so, with flimsy excuses as to why I hadn’t gone to the doctor yet. I was tired. I had to work. The holidays had me down. There weren’t any appointments before Thanksgiving. Let’s wait till December between the holidays. Finally, Kurt started losing his patience with me. “Dude, you need to get tested,” he grumbled. “Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” I laughed, while gesturing to myself. I was desperately trying to deflect where this conversation was headed. “C’mon. We need to know. YOU need to know. You aren’t scared about it or anything, are you?” he goaded. “No, I’m not scared,” I lied. “Then why haven’t gone in? It’s seriously like 10 minutes and done. Easy peasy.” “There just hasn’t been a good time for me,” I said weakly. Kurt gave me ‘the look’ over the tops of his gold frame 70’s aviator frame glasses that made him look like a porn star. “Do it. Before this weekend.” “Oh Yes SIR,” I saluted. As much as he liked me calling him Sir, he did NOT like it when I used it sarcastically. This earned me an exasperated sigh and a ‘time out’ until dinner. And as you can probably guess, the end of the week rolled around and I still hadn’t gotten tested. Kurt had actually been good and not brought up the subject since our little spat earlier in the week. He also let me mope about without peppering me with more questions. I figured he was finally giving me space, which was nice of him. And he definitely had NOT withheld on the sex, thank God, although the volume was way down, which added to my fears, as Kurt basically needed sex daily. Still, I’d been pretty quiet and introspective all week and it didn’t go unnoticed. When I got home on Friday, I found him waiting for me expectantly. “Get changed, Eyore. I’m taking you out on a date,” he said. Perhaps this is what I needed to help get my mind off things. So, I did as I was instructed and got ready. As I was choosing what to wear I called out, “Where are we going?” “Nowhere fancy, just the usual. But wear the 501’s. I wanna show off my boyfriend’s hot ass.” Oh yes sir, I thought and smiled for the first time all week. We hopped in his car, and he reached over and held my hand as we drove. We listened to music and I just let him drive and was happy. But then I noticed we were not exactly going to our typical restaurant areas. “Babe, where exactly are we going?” I said, as I started to get alarmed. “Um… ok. Don’t be mad,” he started. “Hearing the words ‘don’t be mad’ is basically a surefire way to make me mad. What did you do?” I clapped back. “I made us an appointment at my doctor,” he came clean. Suddenly I felt like a dog that had been promised a car ride only to discover it was a trip to the Vet. “Jesus, you’re unbelievable!” I spat. “I just KNEW you wouldn’t do it yourself, so I’m making it happen. We’re doing this and getting it over with. My doctor is very cool and supportive and it’ll be painless. And I’m going with you to be there for you, no matter what,” he stated loudly and with finality. I sulked in the seat next to him with my arms crossed and refused to look at him. I know I was being a petulant child about it all, but I don’t think I can accurately describe just how much my stomach was in knots at that moment. My guts basically turned to liquid and I nearly started hyperventilating as it felt like we were speeding along to my execution. We rolled up to his doctor’s office, where we were obviously the last appointment of the day as the lot was basically empty. The doctor greeted us the moment we were in the door. “Hey, I was almost beginning to give up on you guys,” he said congenially as he hugged Kurt. “Hi, I’m Doctor Stone, but you can call me Doc. Most everyone does.” He shook my hand. Kurt had a very good relationship with his doctor all things considered, which is how he wangled this appointment even without me being a patient. At least not yet. Doctor Stone was gay and about 60, and admittedly a stone-cold fox. He had silver hair and a full beard, and was definitely rocking a great body beneath a very snug smock. Kurt told me that he frequently participated in triathelons and he had even been a Mr. Leather a couple years prior. The good doctor even took 3rd overall at IML—which I could totally see after meeting him in person. And while I don’t think the doc knew ALL of Kurt’s… proclivities… he definitely appeared to have his finger on the pulse of the gay community, specifically the leather/kink community. Having a hot, built, gay, leatherdaddy doctor though was not necessarily going to make this any easier for me. If anything, I was now also feeling shame and embarrassment on top of my fears. “Where’s your staff?” I asked. “Oh, they’ve left for the day. For what you’re here for, I can do all the work—if that’s ok,” he said earnestly. I nodded. “Kurt, why don’t you wait here for us, and I’ll just take him on back. We’ll get you when we’re done,” the Doc said. So Kurt sat down in the waiting room, and started playing on his phone. I followed the Doc back, butterflies jackhammering in my guts. We got back to the exam room and he sat me down. He sat down too, smiled warmly, and he took my hand. “I want you to know that no matter what the results, it’s going to be ok. YOU are going to be ok. You know that, right?” he patted my hand comfortingly. “This is just knowledge, and knowledge is power.” I nodded and swallowed thickly. “So, do you know if you’ve been exposed to HIV?” he asked, even though I was pretty sure he knew the answer. “Yes,” I answered quietly. “I mean, yes I know I’ve been exposed.” He nodded. “And, do you think you might be HIV positive?” he enquired. “Yes,” I answered again. “Why do you think that?” “Well, Doc. I got pretty sick with kind of a flu-like illness about a month ago. And I’d been, um, having lots of unprotected sex before that.” And while I was deliberately obtuse about exactly with whom I’d been having the sex, I was pretty sure the good Doctor knew. The Doc nodded. “Ok then. I’m going to do two tests—one is the quick oral swab test. The other will be the blood antibody test. I’ll go ahead and draw the blood, as I can get that test going as the confirmatory sample.” And then the Doc set about to work. He swabbed my mouth and found a good vein and drew some blood. When he was done, he stood up. “Now I’m going to process these—it won’t take long. Just wait here. And remember what I said. Everything is going to be ok, kiddo.” And with a wink and a warm smile, he left me to wait. * * After what felt like an eternity, the Doctor came back in. I tried to read his face, but couldn’t. My guess is that he’d learned to school his expression after doing hundreds of these tests. He sat down across from me again. I almost couldn’t breathe. “Your oral test came back positive for HIV,” he stated. “Oof, way to pull that bandaid right off, Doc,” I said, a warm dizziness rushing over me. “The second test will confirm it shortly, but I wanted to start preparing you for the outcome. How are you feeling at this moment?” He asked with care in his eyes. “I… don’t know? A little shocked and sad maybe? Although if I’m being honest, I’m not surprised given my recent behavior. I think deep down I knew that was always going to be the outcome. But I don’t think I’m fully grasping the reality of it all yet. But I mean, I’m not gonna burst into tears or off myself anything, if that’s what you were getting at.” The Doctor smiled good-naturedly. “That was a good answer. I know it’s a lot to take in, even if you had a sneaky feeling you might be HIV positive. And even if you may have… deliberately… been acting in a manner contrary to being safe. It’s always a bit of a shock to hear the words spoken aloud. I mean, I still remember when I got my diagnosis 20 years ago.” “Wait. You’re poz?” I asked, somewhat startled. “I am. It’s very well managed, as it has been for two decades. I’m undetectable and very healthy. Just as you can be once on meds. Like I said, kiddo, you will be just fine regardless.” “It seems weird that a gay Doctor of your… generation… who treats gay men is HIV positive, given all your expertise and training and the AIDS crisis and stuff,” I said. He looked at me deeply. “I may be a Doctor, but I’m human too. I think people tend to forget that last part. And I’m a gay human, with very strong sexual urges and questionable decision-making skills in certain scenarios. Much like you, I’d wager. Honestly though, I choose to view myself as lucky. I’m healthy, and I feel that being positive gives me a better understanding of what it all means, so that I can treat my patients with empathy a greater level of care. I can also draw on my own sexual history in order to be non-judgmental. My goal is to be there for my patients. To listen and be a good medical provider. So, a guy can tell me he’s a barebacking cumslut who gets off on taking dirty loads, and it doesn’t phase me one bit.” He was looking at me intently as he said this last bit. I blushed strongly at his words. “Well, as you may have guessed I’m not exactly an angel…” I said. “Been there, done that, got charged and have the receipts,” he chuckled. And instantly I was more at ease and the knot in my guts started to relax a bit. “I’m going to go check your other test and I’ll be right back.” And he was off again. The Doc came back a few minutes later and it was confirmed. I was now officially HIV+. It still didn’t quite feel real to me, and my head was swimming a bit, but I also felt lighter than I had in months. Like a weight had been lifted. The doc and I chatted a bit more and he offered me his services as a primary physician. I told him I’d like that very much. He told me to call soon to set up an appointment when I was ready where we could discuss treatment options. The good Doctor walked me back out front. As soon as we stepped into the waiting room, Kent was on his feet, looking at me expectantly. I decided to be a bit mean. “Down boy, it was a false alarm,” I said with a smile. The look on Kurt’s face was priceless. He tried to smile and not show his bitter disappointment, and he failed miserably at both. I knew I was going to let him off the hook eventually, but not just yet. And not here in front of his doctor. “Thanks, Doc for taking this extra time out of a Friday for me,” I said genuinely. “Any time,” he said. “Now you two have a fun evening. Oh, need any condoms? They’re free.” He grabbed a basket off the reception desk and waived them at us. I took one to be nice, and the Doc winked at me conspiratorially. “And Kurt- it’s about time you visited for a checkup, don’t you think?” Kurt promised to visit in the next few weeks. They hugged goodbye, and the doc whispered something to him. Kurt nodded sheepishly. Then he grabbed my hand as we headed out. * * After the Doctor’s visit, he took me to my favorite place- Tres Gattos. A little dive Mexican cantina off the beaten path that had killer margs, damn good queso and burritos the size of your head. We sat in the booth and ordered our usual, and I found Kurt to be a bit quieter than normal. “What’s up, Buttercup?” I asked, wanting to watch him squirm a bit longer. “Oh, nothing,” he said sullenly. “Dude, cut the crap. You’re upset about something. What is it? You upset I’m still neg?” “Um, Yeah, actually. And I feel bad for feeling upset about it, ok? I should be glad you’re still ok. But damnit, I was SO sure you were gonna be! I was positive we had an anniversary to celebrate, pun intended. I… I even had a gift ready for you,” he said, eyes downcast. “You’ve been ‘gifting’ me for awhile now, stud,” I quipped. I thought for sure he’d chuckle at my “gift” joke. Instead he just sighed and looked at me like a sad puppy. “Can I ask what the gift is?” I said hopefully. Quietly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. A fucking RING box. And if THAT didn’t just make me feel like the prize asshole of the century. “Duuuuuude,” I exhaled. “Whutdafuk is that?” “Go ahead… open it,” he said glumly. I opened it slowly, and my heart kind of stuttered a bit. Inside was a Claddagh ring. Gold. I just sat there with the open box in my hand, starting at it. “There’s an inscription, too,” he said. I picked it up, and inside the band it said: Forever mine, 11/5/18. Our anniversary date. The supposed date of my conversion. I put the ring back in the box, closed it, and set it on the table. Jesus he was going to be mad. “Ok, so don’t be mad…” I started. His eyes snapped up to mine. “When you say “don’t be mad” that’s a surefire way to make me mad,” he said dangerously. “Um… so, back at the Doc’s office? I may have, um… fibbed… a little? About my diagnosis? Kind of?” He stared at me blankly, his jaw slack. “Because I am. Um. Positive.” “You’re positive,” he said flatly. “Yes. I’m quite positive that I’m… positive. So… surprise?” I said through a toothy, tight smile. He looked at me for probably a good 10 seconds before “Why the fuck would you DO that?” Yeah, he was kinda pissed. “Oh, I don’t know,” I whispered hotly. “Maybe because my boyfriend hijacked me to a doctor’s appointment after promising a date night?” “Dude! I cannot even. Just… dude.” He said shaking his head. “I thought you’d be happier to hear that we’re pregnant,” I said with a sigh. Kurt just gave me his ‘over-the-glasses’ look again, appraising me quietly. (He was wearing his glasses more now, because he knew how the gold frames highlighted his honey-amber eyes, and how much the 70’s porn stud look turned me on). Even pissed at me, he was so goddamn sexy. He was not going to make this easy. “Here. Let’s do this again,” I said as I slid the ring back across the table. “It’s really very nice and very sweet. I promise to act surprised when you give it to me. Here, take it.” He snatched up the ring box and stashed it in his pocket again. “Nope. I don’t think I want to give it to you now,” he said with a sniff. “I better get that ring. Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” he said pointing to his crotch. A small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “Oh I know,” he said smugly as he popped a chip in his mouth. We locked eyes over the table, and I could tell that he wasn’t pissed at me anymore. He was now just toying with me, because he could. And because he knew that I secretly liked verbal sparring very much. His eyes were dark and glittery again, and I could read his mind like it was a large print book. “Guess I’m just gonna have to make it up to you somehow,” I said with as much wicked innuendo as I could muster. I downed my margarita in about 3 gulps and then very slowly licked the salt off the rim. His eyes were glued to my tongue the entire time. Then I stood up and announced that I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got out of the booth, I made a show of dropping my wallet accidentally, and bent over slowly to retrieve it. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze boring a hole through my 501’s. Because I know Kurt and what date night can mean, I prepped my ass as part of getting dressed for our date. I also brought a small bottle of lube, because you just never know when or where we may go at it hammer and tongs. Which made our sex life all the more exciting. The men’s room at Tres Gattos was just about what you’d expect. Terra cotta tile floor, cheap Mexican tile on the walls. It was a two-holer, a urinal and a toilet, both just open, and a small counter with a sink. It was definitely not the cleanest bathroom, and there was always a stale beer piss smell in the air. And naturally there was also a lock on the door. We had made use of this lock before. I had my pants dropped to my ankles while I stood at the urinal, my ass lubed for him. I actually did have to piss, so I was just finishing that as he came in. I didn’t flush. I just stood and waited as he locked the door. “I told Jorge we’d be back to the table in a few and to keep our food warm for us,” Kurt whispered as he came up behind. Jorge was our favorite cute, gay waiter with whom we loved to flirt. I think Jorge had a little thing for me, which made Kurt a wee bit jealous. Which I loved. Jorge also knew what was up, so he took good care of us. And we tipped generously. “Now about that ring,” I said as I lubed up Kurt’s dick. Kurt really gets off on public sex, of course. Hell, the first time I met him he was knocking up a guy in a bathroom at our local gay bar! When we’re at home, he takes his sweet time in cumming. He can almost go indefinitely, but he’s good about sensing when I am almost about out of patience for the load. Now, the nice thing for me with the public sex is that Kurt cums fairly easily. He knows we have to be expeditious with it, so it’s all about the hot, dirty, pump n dump scene. I figured I could get a quick load from him this time, especially with the ace up my sleeve. I arched my back and leaned my chest forward to the urinal. I could smell the rank piss which admittedly was turning me on as his huge cockhead pushed into me. I worked my ass on him as we worked him in past the thick part. He grabbed my hips and started in with quick, shallow thrusts. It was all I could do to relax without my usual poppers, but the scene was turning me on too. I definitely liked knowing I could flash my ass and get him to breed me anytime, anywhere. I started to work my hole on his cock, and he snarled appreciatively. Mindful of Jorge and our food, I decided to play my ace. “I guess you did it after all,” I said. “Did what?” he grunted. “You finally knocked me up. Those poz swimmers of yours finally took. Yeah, fuck my newly poz cunt, sir. YOU did that. It’s yours. You put your stamp in it, and now I’m toxic too! That dirty fucking DNA is in me forever now. Yeah, sir! Add to my viral load! Do it! Give this cumdump another fithy fuckload!” “Ugggghhhh!” he grunted quietly as his dick started throbbing inside me. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he whispered, his forehead resting against me as he parked his dick and emptied himself. Now, one of the best things about the pump n dump stand up sex with Kurt is that he’s NOT all the way up in my colon when he cums. Don’t get me wrong, I LIVE for that. But I also like this. Here he’s only about halfway in with his dick, so I really feel the spurts of his load. I also tend to feel really greasy-wet and full afterward. It’s hot as hell. It’s also a crapshoot (pun intended) to see if I can keep it all in me, or if it starts to leak out. Once he was spent, he pulled out and a bit of his load leaked out and started to run down the back of my thigh. I scooped it up, and fingered it back into my hole. He grabbed a wet paper towel and tossed it to me, and then he grabbed another and cleaned himself off. We then made ourselves presentable, washed up, and headed back to the table where Jorge had left us two fresh margaritas. I sat in the booth with a satiated smile on my face. I kept staring at Kurt, and he kept staring right back at me, half smiling. “I don’t know if that quite makes up for things,” he said, “but here. For you.” He pulled out the ring box again and slid it across the table. “For ME? Well I DECLARE!” I drawled while blinking rapidly and fanning myself. He laughed and groaned simultaneously. “Oh Jesus, just try the stupid thing on already.” I took it out of the box, smiled, and handed it to him. “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it,” I sang quietly, as I flourished my hand. He slid it on my right ring finger- the heart facing me, not outward, to show that my heart was taken. And it fit perfectly, and I stared at it appreciatively. “Where’s yours?” I asked. “One cannot buy a claddagh ring for oneself, it’s bad luck,” he said dismissively as if everyone knew this. “So I guess you’ll be expecting a blowjob later,” I grimaced. “Blowies for jewelry is an age old understanding between men and their bitches,” he smiled. “Careful there,” I cautioned. And he flashed me his big, dimpled smile, knowing I would swoon. It completely worked, the bastard. Jorge came back then with our food then. He smiled knowingly and asked if we had washed up and if he needed to perhaps tidy up the men’s room? We assured him that we left it just fine. He joked that perhaps he should put a camera in there, just to make sure the customers were being safe. “Oh, we’re never safe,” we told him in unison. I then mentioned that I was ‘embarazada’ now, and how he blushed at that! But I also saw a distinct, hefty tenting in his black trousers, as he left us to our meals. “If you keep being mean to me, I can always give Jorge my ass,” I suggested. Kurt growled. “Not if he knows what’s good for him. There’s a ring on that shit. It’s MINE now.” I laughed and we finished our meals and hand another margarita apiece. Jorge was lovely and I enjoyed making him blush a couple more times. We made sure to leave an even larger tip than usual before heading home. * * Later that night in bed, I played with the ring on my finger and my mind was whirring a million miles an hour. I was too keyed up to sleep. Kurt was spooning me (I was almost always little spoon) and I guess he picked up on my restlessness. He shifted and rested his head right up at my neck. “What’s going on, bud?” he asked quietly. “Nothing. Just can’t sleep. Probably the burrito baby kicking,” I lied. I just didn’t think I was ready to unload all my crazy thoughts onto him. “Mmm-hmmm,” he said and he squeezed me a bit tighter. He let me stew and simmer a bit longer before he spoke again. “We haven’t talked about it yet. You testing positive, I mean. I guess we cleverly distracted ourselves with sex when we got home. But I know it has to be weighing heavily on you. It’s weighing on me too. So… talk to me, Goose. What’s going on in that delightfully chaotic brain of yours.” I lay quietly as I tried to decide what I wanted to say that wouldn’t freak him out. I eventually decided to downplay it a bit. “I’m just… processing it all. You know? Wondering what happens next. Where my life goes from here. What it all means. Just tiny, insignificant shit like that.” “Baby, your life isn’t going to change that much- trust me. You are going to be fine. And I’m going to be right here with you through thick and thin,” He said confidently. “Will you, though?” I pondered aloud. Which as soon as it left my mouth I knew to be a mistake. “What do you mean by that?” Kurt asked, a slight edge in his voice. I scooched away from him and took a deep breath before speaking into the darkness. “Are you happy? Happy that I’m positive and that you are the one infected me?” I asked in a soft voice. He was quiet for a minute before answering. “Maybe… yes? Kind of? But I’m sad, too. Or melancholy about it. And scared, too a bit. It’s a whole mixture of things. I’m sure the Germans have some sort of compound word for it.” “What happens now that you knocked me up?” I said. “What do you mean “what happens now”? “I mean, what happens to me? To us?” “We live happily ever after?” he suggested. “I’m serious, Kurt,” I said, moving myself to the edge of the bed in self-imposed isolation. “I dunno. I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me.” Oh god. There was a leak in the dyke and everything was starting to pour out of me, unchecked. “Like, because the chase is done, what happens to me now? What’s to become of me? I mean, what’s the point of fucking me anymore because I already caught the bug, right? Am I some sort of “pig”malion that you dump back in the gutter so you can find another negative conquest to dickmatize and infect?” “Whoa whoa whoa! DickmaWHAT? Where’s this coming from?” he said alarmed. I was still turned away from him in the dark and my agitation level had risen dramatically now. I spoke the fears in my heart into the darkness. “Kurt, I don’t know what you can possibly see in me now. The one thing I had to offer you, my negative virginity, is gone. Kaput. So what’s my value to you? Certainly it’s not my hole, as you can find one of those anywhere. And I’m just a stupid boy with a stupid crush who was stupid enough to let you infect me and now I’m going to be dumped and nobody will date me because I’m tainted goods so I’ll be doomed to spend the rest of my life alone and I’ll die one of those big city deaths where nobody knows I’m gone until the stench drifts into the hallway.” I was almost hyperventilating now. “You regret becoming HIV positive?” he asked point blank. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know exactly how to answer him yet. “Oh my god. Do you resent me?” he asked in a panic. “What? I don’t…” I sort of fumbled. “You just told me you were stupid for letting me infect you. Do. You. Resent. Me?” he stated, very pointedly. Again I didn’t answer immediately. “Oh jesus. You do. So it’s just a matter of time, then. The resentment will fester and then you’ll leave me. Maybe not like Bo did, but you will. Jesus. I’ve ruined another life and another chance. How fucked up is this?” he laughed bitterly as he rolled away from me. And now it was my turn to panic more. Kurt was starting to shut down, which was not good. “Kurt… it isn’t… Ugh. This is why I didn’t want to get tested. Or talk about all this because my brain isn’t ready for this yet.” “Whatever,” he sighed. “Message received. Loud and clear.” “Whoa. Now you hold the fuck up for one minute. I just went through a life-altering diagnosis today, so I think I’ve earned a little leeway here,” I said, getting snippy. “I’m sorry if I haven’t processed everything into coherent, easily digestible soundbites for your consumption.” Kurt didn’t say anything. “Ok, since my brain is on the fritz at the moment, I’m just gonna go full open kimono on you,” I said. “Open kimono? Really?” I could hear a tinge of amusement in his voice. “It means…” I started. “I know what it means, slugger. It was just… odd… to hear boardroom speak in the middle of our heart to heart.” “It still applies. Kind of. So. I’m just going to go ahead and do something I never do. Which is lay bear my heart. Regardless of the outcome. And you’re going to let me, because I deserve it.” Kurt was still rolled away from me and he didn’t say anything. But I could tell he was waiting intently. “Kurt? I’m kind of a mess at the moment. I’m a jumble of emotions, but fear is the dominating one right now. And it isn’t fear about HIV so much… it’s more fear of losing you.” “Baby! I told…” he started as he rolled over to face me. “Shhhhhh,” I admonished. “I’m nowhere near done yet.” He scooched closer until our knees touched under the covers. “Do I regret getting HIV? Yeah, kinda, if I’m being honest. But only because it complicates shit. Life would be probably a whole lot easier if we were both neg and on prep and free to be our slutty fucking piggy selves. But that isn’t our story. So the poz thing was the price I had to pay in order to keep you. So I paid it. And no, I don’t resent you for it.” “I really like you, Kurt. And I… I love you. Like Head over heels love. Hopelessly and helplessly. And I really like what we’re… doing. I totally like being your… hole. And I’m pretty sure you like me being that for you. But part of my fear is that this is all I really am to you.” “Baby, that’s not…” he started to protest. I cut him off by putting my hand on his mouth briefly. “Kurt… To me, you’re… everything. You are all and you are more. You’ve become so important in my life so quickly that it scares the everloving fuck out of me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever. I look at you and you’re so beautiful that it hurts. Literally physically hurts. My chest gets tight and I can’t breathe sometimes. You’re like this hotter, builter, sexier mustachioed version of Henry Cavil and I can’t even. Seeing your body- in or out of clothes- gives me butterflies. When I see your dimples, my knees get weak. Your touch is like an electric shock on my skin. Your gaze makes me shiver. And when you blast me with your full smile? I can’t hold a single coherent thought in my head.” “So, you like me for my body and my mustache,” he sighed. “Not done talking,” I chastised. “And yes. Physically you crank me to 11. But it goes way beyond your physical charms. You make me laugh. You make me want to make YOU laugh. I want to talk with you and explore with you. I love just sitting with you quietly. You make me feel taken care of. I’m comfortable around you and I finally feel like my true self. My darker self. And when you hold me, I feel safe. As I think about all this and it feels like a crazy dream.” He reached out and grabbed my hands under the covers and held them. “And I’m terrified,” I whispered, “that one day you’ll wake up and just decide I’m not worth it and ditch me to find a better hole. Or worse, grow tired of me and start treating me with utter indifference. Seeing you look at me again like I’m worthless… like you did in the bar that one night… would absolutely destroy me, Kurt. And I’m so fucking scared that it’s coming.” “I can handle the poz thing. I can handle the being alone thing. And I can even handle you throwing me away- I think. As long as I don’t get even more invested than I am right now. Because the longer this goes… the longer we go… the easier it will be for you to crush me. So, if you think that this is the way it’s going, can you please tell me now, so I can maybe salvage something of myself?” Kurt was quiet. Quiet for a long time. And the longer the silence went, the more scared I got. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kurt? Can you say something? Please?” “Oh, are you through open-kimonoing now? Is it my turn?” he said, softly sarcastic. “Yes. I’m done. For now. I think. Maybe not.” I babbled. “First of all let me just say… “ he drew a big breath, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you to get tested. I’m sorry I didn’t think about the impact to you and what you might be feeling. I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding. I should have been much more empathetic and listened to you had I taken the time to remember what it was like for me.” “Oh, It’s…” I started to say before he cut me off. “Hush now. It’s my turn,” He said with a smile in his voice. “You said that you worried that you were just a hole to me. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am endlessly captivated by you and am hopelessly in love with you. I love that you’re this sexy dork, with a quick wit and deep intelligence that keeps me on my toes. I love your brain! And I love that you are kind and thoughtful. I love the way you look at me, it turns my insides molten.” “So I’m a dork that stares at you like a goober,” I sighed, trying not to smile. “Not done talking yet,” he mimicked sarcastically. “Yes. You are a dork. MY dork. But you know what the best part about you is? It’s that you have absolutely NO clue how hot you are. None! You are completely oblivious, and it’s endearing and frustrating and it makes me want to shake you sometimes. But damned if it doesn’t also make you even that much hotter.” “I am SO not…” I started again and Kurt actually growled at me. “Got it. Shutting up now.” I swallowed. “You ARE hot. AND oblivious. God, I love going to the gym with you because so many guys check you out, it’s ridiculous. And you have no idea it’s happening. You’re like this tight body, otter version of Julian Edelman, with an ass that just sits up and begs. You know, I’ve actually had guys walk up to me and ask me about you and what our deal is. A couple guys have even given me their number for me to give to you, as they weren’t sure how to approach you. Hell, I don’t get half the attention that you do and it’s starting to bruise my ego a bit. And the 501’s? Your ass can stop traffic in the 501’s.” I was blushing now, the heat filling my cheeks. “I like spending time with you too. I like watching movies with you and our date nights. And yes, I like the sex. and that you are my insatiable honey hole. I trust that much is obvious! But like you, I’m worried about the sex part, too. I’m worried that all I am to you is a big cock and a high sex drive. What happens when my body starts to go or my libido wanes and I can’t give you what you so obviously crave? What then?” It was my turn to grab his hands and hold them. “What terrifies ME is you growing to resent me or getting disappointed by me and deciding to leave. And I firmly believe there is a higher probability of this than me leaving you. I think that was why I was so desperate to convert you. So that we would be linked and have this bond we share. And also so that it might bind you closer to me… so that you won’t leave me.” “Once upon a time I thought this would be the case with Bo, but looking back, I realize that Bo never would have left me, even if we were serodiscordant. He was always far too dependent on me, which I believe left him vulnerable and weaker in the end. But you? You’re stronger than Bo—stronger than me for that matter. You don’t need me. I know you could leave any time and be just fine on your own, and then where’ll I be, huh?” We were both quiet for a long time, laying curled up facing each other in the dark. Eventually, I scooched closer until my forehead was against his and my nose touched his nose. I rubbed our noses together casually. “Kurt, I know we both just unloaded a lot of crap. But this is good. And you were right. We did need to talk about all this. And I think we will be having some more conversations in the coming days. But for right now… can I… can I kiss you?” I asked hopefully. “Being in love means never having to ask if you can kiss me,” he said huskily. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me, asshole,” I said lovingly. “Oh I know,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. And then I kissed him. Oh how I kissed him! Naturally a kiss with us is rarely just a kiss. This one escalated quickly, and soon we were very hot and heavy again. He had me on my back and was full on making out with me, grinding his hardness into me. Being under his mass and feeling the heat of him had me cranked up in no time flat. After a few more minutes, we finally broke apart. “Alexa, turn lights to 20%,” he barked. And the lights in the bedroom came on low. “Why you turning on the lights?” I asked. “Because I want you to see my face and how serious I am,” he replied. He threw the covers off us, then he used his knees to force my legs apart. He kept peppering me with kisses and licks while he did this. Pretty soon my legs were spread, and I was open and vulnerable in front of him. “You think you’re just a hole for me? Do you?” he growled as he sucked my neck a little. “You think that’s all you are?” His hard cock nudged against my asshole. I may have whimpered a little. He looked at me. “Buddy, you are so much more than that. SO much more.” Then he grabbed the lube and slathered his cock and my hole with it. His head ever-so-slowly sliding into me until he was in me to the hilt. “Jesus Kurt,” I hissed. “Fuck me! Now!” “No,” he said flatly. “I’m not going to fuck you.” “Um… whaaaa?” I stammered. “Oh please, sir! Pretty please? You’re inside me, that’s basically the beginning part of fucking! And after everything we just said….” “Shhhh. I just need to be as close to you as I can get for this. Burying myself inside you and having you wrapped around me is important right now,” he said as he brought his face an inch from mine. “I’m going to make a vow. Right now. And you know I’m serious because intercourse is basically my religion and I’m inside my Bible right now, ok,?” I nodded that I understood. He stared into my soul, his amber eyes glowing in the soft light. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Period. You are stuck with me, bud, for better and for worse. I promise to keep my body fit for you, and my dick hard for you. I promise to always check with you before changing my facial hair, because I want you to be happy when you look at me. I promise to take care of you, and to listen more, and to make you laugh at least once a day, and to give you epic makeup sex when we do have a fight. And I promise not to ever go to bed mad. And I promise to do better about talking about shit so that we know where we’re coming from. And I promise not to blast you into space until such time as I grow weary of you…” “Jesus fucking Christ!” I laughed. “You just quoted Flash Gordon to me in your love declaration? And you call ME a dork?” He smiled one of his blinding smiles and every shadow of doubt was blazed away. “I should have said all of that when I gave you the ring tonight. Better late than never, I suppose,” he shrugged and I kissed him tenderly. “I don’t have a ring to give you, unless you count the one that’s around your dick right now,” I lamented with a squeeze of my hole. That made his eyes flutter and earned a sharp inhalation from him. “But what I can give you, Kurt, is my vow: I promise you that I don’t resent you. Not for a minute. I promise you that I love you. Truly, deeply, madly. I promise that you’re stuck with me, too, through thick and thin. At least until my inane babbling annoys you to the point that you can’t stand me anymore. I promise to continue being a dork, and to bike and squat so much that the 501’s can’t contain the magnitude of my ass. I promise to pull you up short and put you through hell and give you support. I promise to only sing Sondheim to on special occasions. I promise to swoon every time you smile at me like you are right now. And I promise that I’ll only ever have eyes for you.” “You through?” he asked with a smile. “Oh, and I promise to be your beck and call boy.” He groaned and laughed. “Ok, Pretty Woman.” “I heard somewhere that you liked the dorky, nerdy type,” I shrugged. “And I heard you like the muscular, Colt model type,” he countered. “Well, actually I’m more a sexy, silver, leatherdaddy rich doctor type—think you can set me up?” I asked innocently. “You’d be disappointed. He’s mostly a bottom,” he said with a wink. We kissed some more this exchange, his hard cock still buried deep inside me. Feeling the fullness that was him inside me was naturally getting me riled up, so I sneakily started to shift my ass around under the guise of getting of comfortable. I also started to slowly clench and release my hole on him. I was nothing if not subtle. I looked up at Kurt beseeching him with my eyes, as I quivered my pucker on him. “That’ll do, pig,” he chuckled. “I told you I’m not fucking you. But… I will share a little secret with you if you promise to stay still for a moment,” he said cryptically. So I waited. Quietly. Kurt adjusted so that he was all the way in me again. He held me closely, hovering over me, face still an inch from mine. I could feel his breath. His amber eyes searching my face, boring into me. I was just about to say something when suddenly his eyes squeezed shut and he exhaled with a tiny grunt, and I felt it. His cock throbbing inside of me. He was emptying himself into me without ever having moved a muscle. He shuddered briefly as his orgasm subsided and his cock started softening inside me. “Dude. Whoa. You just… came… like… spontaneously? I asked quizzically. “Yeah. That’s my secret. I can control my ejaculations with my mind. I learned a long time ago that for me it was more about the mental side than the physical stimulation side. I actually learned at boyscout camp of all places! I would hear my scout master jacking off, and because I didn’t want to get caught I pretended to be asleep and just thought myself to orgasm. I’ve been able to do it ever since. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the physical side of things. Fucking feels fucking great! But tipping myself to orgasm? That has always been more of a mental exercise for me. Hence the scenes, and places, and dirty talk, and other visual stimuli. And sometimes—given the right circumstances—I can cum like I just did.” “Gives a whole new meaning to ‘be prepared’,” I chuckled. “And you. YOU were a Boy Scout?” “EAGLE Scout. Yes.” He said smugly. “And did you ever, um… do stuff with Scout Master-bater?” “What do hoping to hear?” he laughed. “Something like how my Eagle Scout project was building raised garden boxes and starting an urban vegetable garden for an inner city neighborhood. And how I was fucking my Scout Master, who just so happened to also be my boyfriend’s father, bent over a sawhorse in the wood shop one night when and his wife and my boyfriend walked in on us right as I was cumming in him or something?” “Oh fuck. Is this true?” I said as my dick jumped at the thought. A slow, dirty smile spread across his face. “Scout’s honor. The scandal and fallout that ensued is still being talked about in sewing circles in my hometown to this very day!” “I am SO going to want details on that story later,” I said with an appreciative whistle. And then something else dawned on me. “You know what this little Scout trick means though? It means I can basically tap out whenever I want and STILL get loaded! Fuck the ring… THIS is the best gift EVAR!” “I guess we’ll see,” he chuckled, as he slid languidly from my ass. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but did I hear my dork of a boyfriend drop a Pygmalion pun during our little heart to heart?” And he smiled at me and then kissed me before I could spout my indignation. Later as we spooned (me the big spoon for a change), I felt the rhythmic expansion and contraction of Kurt’s massive back against me. I could tell he was drifting off to sleep, and I knew I wasn’t far behind. But I wasn’t quite ready to follow yet. My mind was deliciously quiet for a change and I was overcome with a warm sense of peace. I realized I was supremely content and happy in the moment. And while I still had things to sort out, I knew the Doc was right. I was going to be okay. And as I began to slowly drift off, I knew that I had taken a big step today. A step toward Acceptance.

Evening the Score At eighteen and five foot eleven inches of lean muscle, I cut a pretty picture. The victory cup held high above my head, I strutted around the pool in my racing speedo. I enjoyed the limelight, and I knew that everybody in that arena managed to sneak a peak at my package as I made my traditional lap in front of the opposing team’s bleachers. I was a big guy in my high school. I was a straight A student and captain of the cross country and swim teams. School was a golden time; I ran twelve miles every morning on the cross-country team and did laps till exhaustion in the late afternoon. The result of this effort was a tall lean and muscular body, composed of broad shoulders a narrow waist and perfect hairless bubble butt. The swim meet was the final of the season; a grudge match between the two schools, and a delicious win against the rich kids from across the tracks. I guess I took the win a little too far as I waved the cup in front of the losers, and high-fived my team mates as they headed to the showers. I chatted on the pay phone in the locker rooms, and lingered till there wasn’t a soul left in the showers before stripping off and getting myself cleaned up. Night had fallen when I emerged from the school, and the parking lot was empty. A heavy rain fell on the tarmac and I cursed my tardiness, flipped up the hood on my jersey and trudged to the nearest intersection to wait for the bus. I hadn’t waited long before a late model panel van pulled over to the curb and a young guy driving it leaned over to lower the window. “Need a lift?” he smiled. “Yeah, that would be great,” I shouted over the rain and pulled open the door to the van. I threw my bag onto the floor of the cab and settled into a jump seat next to the driver’s centre console. The seat was like that in a limousine, folding back and out of the way to make room for more storage in this utility vehicle. The driver was nicely dressed, and didn’t appear to be a delivery guy at all. He introduced himself as Greg as he pulled the car away from the curb and onto the deserted side street. I fumbled looking for the seat belt, and reaching over my right shoulder, I asked, “Where’s the safety belt?” My heart nearly jumped out of my chest, as two hands landed on my shoulders and a voice growled in my ear: “you won’t be needing it!” The hands tightened on my shoulders and literally dragged me out of the jump seat, over the seat back and into the dark void of the back of the van. Three bodies emerged from the shadows and flanked me on all sides. A worn mattress was on the floor of the panel van and all I could see was the flickering light from the driver’s window. “It’s gotta be him,” whispered one of the guys in the back of the van. I started to protest, but a hand was slammed firmly over my mouth. “You did your shouting back at the pool. Now keep quiet and you won’t get hurt,” seethed the guy who muffled my scream. He slowly waved a long stiletto knife in front of my eyes and a fear like I had never felt before welled up in me. He took the knife and slid the shaft under the collar of my hoody, lifting the blade up and away from my body the fabric split open in a silent slow motion reveal. Pulling the knife away as the fabric was freed from it’s elastic waist band, the other guys grabbed the shirt from either side and tore the remainder of it’s cloth from my naked torso. My hands were grabbed and nylon cord was wrapped around them, binding them tightly. A vicious tug pulled my arms above my head and swung my body around. The others flipped me over and I could feel my Addidas pulled off of my feet, as my bound hands were secured to a U bolt on the floor of the cab. I felt a hand on my back, and the stiletto reappeared in my line of vision. The owner of the knife shifted his weight and moved the blade down past my line of sight. I felt his hand curl under the waistband of my jeans and then the knife slide down under the fabric. The denim gave more resistance than the cotton of my jersey, and the owner of the knife had to press down on the small of my back while he jerked the knife up and away from my body. The jeans split open and I could feel the stiletto travel the length of my ass, its tearing motion assisted by the other guys’ hands as they grabbed the fabric and stripped the torn jeans in two. Peeling them off my legs, they each grabbed a side of my briefs and pulled for all their might. It hurt like hell as the cotton and elastic gave way, and I was left naked and splayed in the back of the van. Appreciative hands moved on my body, kneading and massaging my legs and ass. One hand cupped my balls and cock pinching and pulling until I became erect. Fingers probed my anus assisted by a steady stream of saliva dripping down the crack of my ass as the guys laughed and repeatedly spit on me. The van came to a sudden stop and I craned my neck to see out of the driver’s window. A lake was clearly visible a few meters from the vehicle. We had stopped in a glade beside a local resort not yet open for the season; the rain was still falling, dappling on the water and drumming on the ceiling of the van. The side door to the van opened, and moonlight poured in on my naked body. Greg stood triumphant at the side of the van. I could see him clearly now, and instantly remembered his down-turned face from the poolside. He swam relay for the losing team and his buddies were his cheering section. He stood in the moonlight and unzipped his jacked. Standing beside me, he stripped naked along with his buddies in the van. He was shorter than me, had a wrestlers body, and tremendous upper body strength. His cock was cut and fat and grew to a good eight inches when fully erect. Climbing into the van, he parted my legs and I felt his tongue push into my asshole. He licked and chewed on my ass and balls while I squirmed under the pressure and obvious pleasure of his attention. One of the guys came forward in the van grabbing my hair and pushed his stiff cock into my mouth. He fucked my face while his buddy loosened me up. I felt hands on my ankles and my ass was lifted in the air. A bag, possibly my gym bag, was thrown under my hips leaving me completely exposed, and I felt the head of Greg’s cock press against my virgin hole. The pain was terrible as he entered me. Slowly and without hesitation he took me, his cock plunging deep inside me. I cried out but the sudden eruption of cum from his buddy splashed the back of my throat and put an end to any protest. Greg’s friend growled with delight as he continued to pump thick salty fluid into my mouth. I had to swallow or choke. Greg’s rhythm as he fucked me was quickening, and to my amazement I was matching his moves. My cock, which immediately went limp when the rape began was now raging hard and I was busting to let loose with my own orgasm. Faster and faster, the pounding on my ass continued, until with a few long strokes I felt Greg’s hot sperm fill my hole. He leaned forward and chewed on my neck while his cock exploded in my hole. “You like that, don’t you,” he hissed, adding: “You might have won the swim meet, but I’m claiming the prize.” I came in a thunderous orgasm, as he pounded his cock into my ass, splashing my chizz all over the van beneath me and collapsed in exhaustion. The guys nodded their approval as my remaining cum drooled from my prick. I felt the stiff rod slowly slide out of my ass, the guy in front of me, now spent, drew his softening cock from my mouth. I panted with exhaustion and amazement at how my body could be stimulated like this. I rolled onto my back, and could see the moonlight still dancing on the water. The calm didn’t last long, however, as my legs were lifted into the air and the next cock shoved abruptly into my hole. The night wore on as each guy, recovering from their earlier orgasm, fucked me again and again. For hours, the guys fucked my ass and face, two and three at a time. I came to know every expression of gay sex, interrupted only with intermittent flashes of blinding lightning as my body was used and abused. Spread-eagled in the van; tied to a tree near the water; and at one point, binding my hands and feet together, they laid me on a picnic table, spun me around, and took turns shoving their cocks in my ass and mouth. A spirited game of spin the bottom, they all jacked off on my naked and ravaged body as the rain stopped and the sky brightened. Exhausted and covered with their cum and mine, they dropped me off in nothing but my bathing suit in front of my house. They kept my torn clothes as a trophy and thanked me for taking one for the team. As they pulled away from the curb my cum-soaked gym bag was pitched out the van window and my torn calvins flapped from their aerial. A few days later, the doorbell rang and a package addressed to me was on the welcome mat. Inside it, I found a series of nearly a hundred color and black and white photographs of me being fucked in every possible position. That wasn’t lightning that lit up our reveries after all, but a small auto focus camera. The look of ecstasy, hunger and excitement was clear on my face in virtually every shot. A note scrawled on the last photo directed my attention to my bedroom window. There, parked at the curb, was the van. The side door was open and not four but six young guys were waiting at the curb laughing and glancing up at my window. A moment later the front door of my house opened and I hung my head as I headed to the van. I knew that I was in for an even bigger pounding than the last, but as I strode across the lawn of my suburban home, my cock began to stiffen at the thought of all six dicks waiting to take my freshly trained hole.

I did have a really hard and horny night yesterday. I went to Magnum sauna for the regular Friday event, the dark and naked party. The crowd of naked guys (all types, mostly 20-50 years old) really turned me on. I can’t tell you how many guys I fucked and how many cocks were in me. One guy came after the other. I let it flow and enjoy cocks, mouthes and holes. It was crazy. The session ended around 1 am and only few guys stayed in the sauna. Before I went there, the guy texted me, who bred me during his nightshift in his workplace, in the locker room of a hospital. He wanted to repeat. So, when I left the sauna, I headed to the hospital. This time he brought me to the basement, into the toilet of the storage. He didn’t hesitate, pushed his cock in my mouth. It was throbbing and has grown up soon. Then he turned back pushed to the WC and shoved his dick. He fucked me careless, like a crazy. I was continuously moaning. He was getting faster and once he yelled and shot long and a big. It’s needless to say I let his jism absorb. It lasted 15 minutes and I was still horny. So, I went to the cruising bar. It was hot. Not a crowd but lots enough guys. What happened in the sauna, happened here again. I didn’t care the number or the role of guys, I just enjoyed the having sex. Countless cocks, mouthes and holes. My cock was continuously rockhard, which made bottoms eager for me fucking them. And tops, while they were fingering me, felt that my ass was full with cum which turned them on and pushed their cock in my sloppy hole. Many of them spit roasted me and I also was the one slice of broad in the sandwiches. The last 20 minutes was calm, I found a guy who didn’t want anything but mutual jerking, kissing and sniffing poppers. Usually I’m not into soft sex like this, but I was tired enough and the guy was really sexy. I enjoyed it. When the lights were on, the party ended and I headed home. Then a guy texted me. He was over a day long sex party but still eager to cocks. I visited him for an hour. He was totally bottom. After I fucked him hard he wanted more. My fist. So, I gave him a nice fist fuck. Then I really went home and fell into my bed.

Chapter 5 - From Tyler’s POV Oh my God! I had just been fucked like a whore, and I loved it. I went from being a virgin to having three different guys fuck me all in the same night. Each dick getting progressively bigger than the previous one that fucked me. And the last one was a huge 10” thick dick hanging off one of the sexiest black guys I had ever seen. Just about then, Tre started to lift himself up off my body. He slowly pulled each of his ten inches out of my ass. It felt a little sore and tender but also felt so full and like I was meant to have dick in me. Before I could even register he was out of my hole, his boyfriend Javi had taken his position up and was eating my ass. All I could do was sit back and moan. Having my ass eaten was almost as good as having it fucked. Javi was moaning and slurping from my hole feasting on Xavier’s, his, and Tre’s loads that were in my ass. I stopped and thought for a minute that in Sex Ed class we were always taught to use a condom and I worried a little, but they all said they were clean when I asked. So I felt like I was ok. These guys seemed to genuinely like me. I was definitely into them. Javi then pulled away from my ass, his lips glistening and came up to me and kissed me. As he pushed his tongue into my mouth I could feel a large wad of cum being pushed into my mouth at the same time. I could totally get why these guys liked it so much. It tasted salty, sweet, and bitter all at the same time. But it was more the knowledge that this was cum from three different guys and my ass juices being kissed into my mouth by the hot Latino guy laying on top of me. “How’s that taste, baby boy?” asked Javi. “Yummy, I want more.” Javi smiled and told me that could be arranged as he went back down to my hole and started eating me again. I just moaned. About that time, Tre got back onto the bed. I hadn’t really paid attention to where he had gone, but he smiled at me and said, “OK, sexy. It’s time to try G. Open your mouth and lift up your tongue. Hold this there until I tell you to swallow.” I nodded and did as he said. Tre opened up a little blue medicine bottle that had a liquid stopper in it to collect the liquid inside. He pushed on the black bulb at the end and it filled the tube with liquid. He then squirted it under my tongue. He repeated this another time and looked at me to tell me, “OK, you can swallow. It’s going to taste nasty, but in 5 to 10 minutes you should feel it kick in.” I swallowed, and he instantly laughed at the look of disgust on my face. He quickly then passed me a bottle of opened Gatorade and told me to take a few swigs and even swish it around in my mouth to get the taste out. I did as I was told as I watched Tre do the same dosage for himself. Right as he grabbed the Gatorade from me, Javi grabbed my chin and moved my face back to looking at him as he kissed me and pushed more cum into my mouth. We French kissed that cum back and forth for a good two minutes before Javi pulled away and asked Tre for his dose of G. Tre gave Javi his dose and then he left the room. Meanwhile, Javi grabbed the Gatorade and cleaned out his mouth before grabbing the pipe again. He took a big hit and shotgunned me with it. He did 4 more shotguns before laying on his back and handing me the pipe. “Go ahead and take 3 more hits for yourself. The G will kick in shortly. You will start to feel light headed and horny. Then we can start round 3.” I did as Javi asked. I was enjoying the pipe and the white smoke that came from it a lot. When I was done, I handed the pipe back to Javi and he looked at me and said, “Suck my dick while I do a few hits.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I got between his legs and started sucking the still semi hard uncut thick Latino cock that was resting on his thigh. I also grabbed his balls and caressed them in one hand while the other held the base of his cock. I started to go as far down on his dick as I could. Javi seemed to enjoy what I was doing because he was rock hard in no time. He took one big hit and pulled me up to him and kissed me and blew the smoke into my mouth. He held my nose closed so that I couldn’t exhale the smoke and continued to kiss me for what seemed like forever, but was probably only a minute. When he let go of my nose, he didn’t stop kissing me, but let me slowly exhale the smoke out my nose. He also reached down and started fingering my hole. I hadn’t realized how empty it felt and how good his fingers felt in me. They only wetted my appetite for more. My ass knew the fingers weren’t going to be enough, so I reached behind me and grabbed Javi’s big thick dick and pointed it towards my hole. “You ready for it again? You want to ride that big Latin papi cock, baby boy?” asked Javi. “Yes, Javi. I want your cock in me” I confirmed and shifted my hips up higher off the bed so that the tip of his dick and my asshole were on the same level. I had expected there to be more resistance, but my hole opened up quickly and gravity let me sink down onto that big thick papi cock until my ass was resting on his pubic bone and his dick was buried deep in my hole. “Fuck, baby boy! I went right in your inner hole and your hole is still super wet and filled with cum. I don’t know how long I’m going to last, but your ass feels so good.” It was then that Javi grabbed the underside of my thighs and butt cheeks and started lifting me up and down on his dick. I got the message and started to ride his dick. It felt so good to be in control and I was trying different angles until I felt him hit my g spot. I was then a man on a mission. I was riding him hard and hitting my g spot over and over. My dick was hard again and dripping precum. I didn’t realize it but my hole was starting to relax. I thought I was getting hot and sweaty from the exertion of riding him, but the G was also kicking in. I got light headed, sweating, and felt like I couldn’t get Javi’s dick in my hole fast enough. Javi noticed a difference in me and pulled me down for a kiss. I was rocking gently back and forth on his dick and kissing him. He pulled away and asked me how I was feeling. “Amazing, Javi. I never knew it could be like this. If I did, I wouldn’t have waited. I’m sorry I’m getting sweaty all over you though.” “Don’t worry about it, sexy boy. That G is kicking in for you, I can tell. I feel it starting to hit for me as well. But it makes sex feel so much better doesn’t it?” “I think I can tell the difference, but yes it does feel great. It feels like my hole is sucking your dick as deep inside me as it can get. But honestly it also doesn’t feel quite as tight as it did when we started. Maybe I’m getting used to getting fucked.” Javi laughed and kissed my nose. “Suck a cute little boy. I’m glad you decided to join us because I’m so glad we are getting to teach you all these wonderful things about sex. Yes, it’s a little looser now not only because we’ve been fucking your ass non-stop for almost an hour now, but also the G does make you relax more back there and it also makes you sweat and feel horny.” Next thing I know, Tre is lying down next to us and leans in to kiss us both. He’s starting to sweat and so is Javi. They both say they can feel the G too. All I know is I want them to fuck me and cum in me again. I start to ride Javi harder and he breaks the kiss with his bf and looks up. “Looks like someone wants it a little harder. Is that what you want Ty? Do you want to be fucked harder?” “Fuck yes!” I screamed out. “I need my hole pounded like a slut. I need you to cum inside me and make me your bitch so Tre can have his second turn.” Tre just laughed and pulled me back down to their level again to do another threeway kiss. I was enjoying the kiss, but my ass was on fire and wanted dick. I wanted to get on my back so that Javi could fuck me hard like Tre had just done. Tre suddenly got up, and I heard the door creek. I wondered where Tre was going this time, but then I felt the bed shift as Tre got on the bed behind me in between Javi’s legs. I went to look back over my shoulder, but Javi held my chest close to his and kissed me deep. Next thing I knew, I felt pressure at my hole and then felt Tre’s hand on my back. Again, I tried to look back, but Javi grabbed my jaw and held me looking straight into him so we could continue our kiss. Even more pressure was being applied to my hole, and it was then I realized that Tre was trying to push his dick into my hole at the same time Javi was already in it. I broke away from the kiss with some effort and said, “Tre it’s too big. I can barely take Javi or you by yourself. You’ll never be able to get in my hole at the same time.” “You’re probably right,” Tre said. He then leaned over me and grabbed the bag full of crystals. I thought he was going to put more in the glass pipe, but he didn’t. He pulled out a big crystal and took it back behind me and got off from leaning on my back. The next thing I know is I feel Javi’s dick being pulled from my ass and Tre’s tongue entering in my hole. I just moaned as Tre was eating my ass. He pulled away and said it was tasty. I then heard Javi gasp and tell Tre to lick his dick clean of all the used cum and ass juices right as Tre’s finger pushed into my hole. He was pushing in deep and rubbing the walls of my ass and it started to burn again. “What are you doing? My ass feels like it’s on fire.” I said. “I’m giving you a booty bump. I just put that rock in your ass and it will dissolve and make you even hornier. I wasn’t sure how big the crystal was, but my ass felt like it was on fire. Next thing I know Tre is pulling out his finger and pushing Javi’s cock back into my hole. I just moaned and sat all the way down on Javi’s dick. It felt so good. I noticed I was sweating even more now and my heart was racing even faster. “That’s it papi! Fuck that twink white boy pussy. Own it! Look at how much you got him wanting your dick. He’s bouncing up and down like a two dollar whore. Now kiss him and let him know how much you love his pussy.” Javi pulled my chest flat to his and grabbed my neck and kissed me deeply. As I was wrestling my tongue against Javi’s, I could feel Tre press his dickhead against my hole again. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Shhh, it’ll be ok baby boy. Your hole is loosening up with the G and the booty bump. I’ll be able to get in just let Javi kiss you. You’ll feel even better soon.” Pressure kept building at my hole. On two separate occasions I tried to break the kiss with Javi to protest, but he held me there. My hole was being pushed really hard, and I finally felt a pop and shrieked into Javi’s mouth as Tre’s dickhead finally breached my hole. “Fuck yes, baby boy. I knew you could take it. See doesn’t that feel good?” Tre asked. I was still forced to kiss Javi, but he noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks from my eyes and gently reached up to wipe them away. He then reached over to the bowl and told me to take 5 big hits and shotgun him with them. I pulled away and started to turn and tell Tre to pull out, but Javi grabbed my chin and told me to do as I was told. It would help. So, I pulled the pipe to my lips and lit it. I took a hit and leaned over to shotgun it with Javi. As I did, Tre pushed his dick in a little bit. I tensed up and started to say something, when Javi told me to take another hit. This proceeded to go as each hit was done. When I’d bend over to give Javi his shotgun, Tre would push in more. By the end of my last hit, Tre leaned over my back and told me that I was doing great and that he was over halfway in. “Only half? I feel like my hole is being split wide open!” “It is, baby boy, it is. You have two massive cocks in there, but tell me you don’t like it. Tell me you want me to pull out, and I will. But if I pull out, we both do. And you get to go back to Xavier’s room. We are going to fuck you like we want to and you will do as your told or you don’t get fucked at all.” As I was pondering my choices, Tre pushed in a little further and rubbed right up against my g spot. He heard me moan and ground his dick in and wiggled it around in a circle trying to stimulate me even more. “Ok, ok, fuck me. You know I can’t say no to you sexy studs.” Tre leaned over again and said, “Good choice baby boy. Trust me it may hurt a little at first, but you’re going to love it. Have we done anything you didn’t like yet?” “No, I guess not, and it does feel good. It just still feels like my hole is being torn apart. Even with your dick hitting that spot inside me, my hole still feels in a lot of pain.” “It’s ok. It’ll get better soon once I”m all the way in. Look I’ll even spit to add some lube since all you are getting is the cum already in your ass.” I heard Tre spit and felt some wetness in my hole as he moved his dick in circles again. He then pushed my back down to where I was lying flat against Javi’s chest again. “OK, Javi. It’s time.” Javi just nodded and started to kiss me again. I felt Tre start to pull his dick out. I thought to myself maybe he realizes it’s just too tight to fit. Tre got to where only his head was left in my hole. Javi released me from the kiss and put his hands on my back and was holding me tight to his chest. He looked at me and said, “You’re such a good and sexy boy. You’re going to love it when we are both fully in you.” I heard Tre spit and felt wetness at my hole again. The next thing I knew Tre shifted into a squatting position behind me and then grabbed my hips and held onto them hard. He then proceeded to shove the entire length of his cock in my hole in one very powerful thrust. I screamed out loud as my hole was violently forced open and not even a second later my inner hole was forced open as well to accommodate both Javi’s and Tre’s dicks deep in my ass. Tears flowed from my eyes, and I started panting, almost hyperventilating. Javi chuckled and looked at Tre who had this look of pure satisfaction and sadistic grin on his face. Javi then pulled me down and kissed my tears away. “I’m not moving for a minute until your holes adjust, Ty. Trust me it’s like ripping off a band-aid. It’s better to do it in one quick movement and let your body get over the sting than taking it off slowly and feeling the pain for longer. Javi’s kisses and Tre rubbing my back started to make the pain go away. Javi then grabbed the bowl and took a big hit and shotgunned it to me. He did that four more times. Slowly, I could feel the pain subside. “That’s it, sexy. Feel those big dicks in your pussy. I’ll bet you never thought you’d have two in there at the same time, but doesn’t it feel great? Your hole is twitching around our dicks trying to milk them.” Tre reached down and felt around my hole. Unbeknownst to me, he pulled his hand back up and showed Javi just how bloody his hand was from where my hole was bleeding. Javi moaned and ground his dick into me at the same time Tre licked his fingers clean. “It does feel good. Maybe if you start fucking me some it’ll feel better.” “That’s the spirit, pussy boy. Beg for us to fuck your sweet little hole.” “Please fuck me Tre! I need it to feel better and I want you and Javi to fuck me.” “You don’t have to ask me twice.” With that Tre pulled about halfway out and slid his dick slowly back in. It was enough of a pull out to pull out of my inner hole entirely and then slowly open my hole back up. Then Javi did the same thing. It felt amazing and I moaned like whore. “I can see you like that. Let’s do that again.” So they repeated it, and I moaned more. “OK now longer strokes.” They both soon got into a rhythm where when one was pulling out the other was pushing back into me. My inner hole was in a constant barrage of being opened and closed and filled with one dick and then two and then one again. It didn’t know what was happening and the next thing I knew my dick started shooting cum all over Javi’s chest. I looked down because in the pain of Tre’s first thrust to get all the way in me, I knew my dick had gone soft. Now, it was hard as a rock rubbing against Javi’s abs as the guys opened my inner hole open and worked it back and forth with both of their cocks. “Fuck, I’m cumming without touching myself.” “That’s the sign of a good slut. It means that your body is meant to get off on making dicks feel good as they make your pussy feel good so you can shoot your cum. OK, Javi. Time to take the training wheels off. Let’s breed this bitch pussy like it’s meant to be,” said Tre. The next thing I know it felt like I was constantly being lifted off the bed and slammed down on two hard dicks. Javi and Tre both had grips on my hips and butt and were constantly lifting my body up and off their dicks until the heads were about to pop out and then they would quickly reverse course and pull me back down hard on their dicks. Instead of a constant motion of one dick going in while the other was going out, they were now both going in and going out at the same time. And my inner hole wasn’t being opened by one dick anymore, it was now being opened by two dicks at the same time. I just moaned and groaned as my insides were rearranged to accommodate these two big dicks and my hole no longer had any fight to keep them at bay. “I’m getting close, Tre.” “Me too, Papi! Let’s bust together.” The guys continued to pull me up and almost off their dicks but now as they were pulling me down they would both thrust up and force my inner hole to open quickly to let their big dicks in me. This continued for about another minute until my body could take no more. I screamed out again as my dick started spurting cum all over Javi’s chest. I was seeing stars and thought I was going to pass out. “Damn, Tre, he’s cumming again.” “Fuck, Papi, don’t I know it. His holes are milking my dick like there’s no tomorrow. I can’t hold back any longer.” With that Tre let out a huge roar as he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me as far down on his dick as he could. Javi quickly felt all the hot cum surrounding his dick while sheathed deep inside my inner hole and let loose too. “It feels so hot and wet. It’s like two fire hoses are going off in my ass at the same time.” I managed to say as my dick was still spurting cum. “This feels amazing! You guys literally fucked the cum out of me twice without me ever touching myself.” Javi and Tre were both still panting and making small thrusts as their hips tried to get their dicks as deep as possible inside me. I just laid there like a limp wet noodle covered in my cum and sweat, with Tre’s sweat on my back and Javi’s sweat on my chest mixed with my two loads of cum. Javi pulled me into a kiss, and Tre collapsed on my back. All three of us groaned at Tre’s dead weight, but I had never felt better in my life. After we had all come back down to earth, Tre leaned in and started a threeway kiss with us. As he was doing that he moved his hips in a circle and ground his still rock hard dick deep into my hole making both the inner and outer hole stretch even more as he made the circle with his hips. I just moaned into the kiss. Tre slowly pulled out and what felt like a river of cum started pouring from my hole. Javi rolled me over and pulled out too as even more cum flowed out of my hole. I just threw my arm over my eyes and sighed. The next thing I knew I saw a flash of light. Javi had his phone out and was taking a pic of my hole. Tre grabbed his and turned on the flashlight on his phone and told Javi to video the cum still pouring from my ass. “How do you feel, baby boy?” Tre asked. “How does that beautifully tight, virgin, white boy pussy feel after being stuffed by a 9” Latino dick and a 10” black dick at the same time? You should see how gaped open your hole is and how much of our special seed is flowing out of your hole. It looks like a river of reddish-pink cum is flowing out of your hole to show everyone what a cum slut you are. All that hot dirty seed from two big strong alpha males flowing out of your wrecked boy pussy because you had to have both of our dicks at the same time. Your hole was so tight when we started, but look at it now. It can’t even close because of how much we fucked it open. That boy pussy is losing all the special seed we planted deep inside your inner hole. You’re supposed to keep it deep inside you baby boy so our special seed can mix with you and become part of you.” “I’m sorry guys. I’m trying to close my hole but it’s not cooperating.” Trying to clench my hole tight, I could feel my muscles trying to work but it didn’t feel like anything was happening. “Look, it's almost like it’s trying to wink at us but can barely move. There is too much cum still flowing out of you to close properly. I guess we’ll just have to stick both of our dicks back in your hole again and give you more cum. Would you like that baby boy?” “Yes, Tre. I want you and Javi to fuck me again and make my hole gap open. Stick more of your special seed deep inside me. This time when you cum and pull out, stick a pillow under my ass so that it’s raised up and your special seed can’t flow out of me.” “Now that sounds like a plan, Tre. Papi is ready to breed our cum slut again, but I think we both need to re-up on our G and T.” “Good idea, Javi. Stop the video and let's get this bitch some more dick and special seed.” I just grinned and knew even though my hole hurt, the G and T would make it better. I wanted them to fuck me again. I couldn’t even remember how many times I had cum tonight, but I knew I didn’t want to stop, and I knew I didn’t want to go long without one or both of their cocks deep in my hole, owning me like the cum slut I was. I truly needed to be fucked non-stop and couldn’t imagine ever wanting to go back to a moment where there wasn’t a cock up my ass. ******************* I hope you guys enjoy this one too. I didn't think I'd do a DP scene so soon on a virgin twink, but I think the scene called for it. Let me know what you guys think. Again always open to feedback and suggestions on where the story should go.

I was having a frustrating night at the bathhouse last night, there was quite a bit of sex going on but I wasn't getting very much. I was tired, had fucked a couple of guys giving the 2nd my load, 3 guys had been up my ass for very brief fucks, although it definitely felt like I had taken a load from one of them. I decided around 10:30 to try for another 30 minutes and then go home. The orgy room sling opened up around that time, so I hopped in. 2 guys, obviously boyfriends came in and started playing with my tits, since this is Portland my assumption was this was probably all they wanted, but in about 5 minutes the blonde boyfriend slipped his dick up my ass and fucked me briefly, before pulling out and getting a condom to fuck me some more. He did finally give me a good pounding with the condom, before he tagging out and letting his thick dick boyfriend, who I had been groping, enter me bare. Thick dick liked to pull all the way out and stick it back in, and had amazing aim. After a few minutes of hard all the way out and back in fucking, they switched back and the blond fucked me hard bareback this time. They switched off several more times before the blonde filled me with a massive load, then thick dick started fucking my lose dripping hole until he bred me too. I was so full of cum that I couldn't contain it at this point, so I made a stop at the toilet before showering to go home. After I got home I farted out another massive foot of cum, woke up this morning when I filled my boxer shorts with more, luckily still pure cum, plus a couple more massive cum farts after making it to the toilet. All in all a really nice finish to what started as a frustrating night.

A blank profile messaged me a dick pic and just said 'come take my load'. I love it when tops treat me like a proper slut: if a top - any top - wants to breed me all he has to do is say. I don't need 15 minutes of 'how are you?', I don't need to see his face if he doesn't want to share, I don't need him to pretend to respect me. I don't need to be persuaded. I'm a cumdump and I know my place. He had me go into a graveyard nearby. I could hear him walking behind me once I got in. Got to a dark corner and straight on my knees to suck him hard, then bent over for him to slide his cock in. He pounded a bit but it didn't take long for him to breed me. He was really thick so as he pulled out a few of the other loads in me started leaking out (I had four in my now-stretched pussy already before he added his). I cleaned the multiple loads off his cock then waited while he left. Never saw his face.

i've made threads about how im now bi because i took a leap of faith and asked my gay friend if he would fuck me. he was so excited he was beside himself. i took him back to my place and he was sooo sooo nice to me. i bent over the bed and he was so gentle. i told him i was ready to feel his dick and when he slid it raw inside my ass balls deep, i was in heaven. we had so much fun. i loved every second of it. i've known him for years so we trusted each other. now he's coming back into town months later and wants to do it again. i feel like i hit the lottery. im gonna feel his hard penis slide balls deep up my ass again and i can't even explain how excited i am. not to brag but i do have a nice smooth bubble ass and he's obsessed with it which turns me on. i love hearing him clap my cheeks in doggy position. and even better is how close i feel to him when his penis is inside of me. im just amazed at how hot and intimate that feeling is. like it's making us closer friends. i get beyond excited when he's about to cum in me and it's been so long since i felt that. i love when he keeps holding his hard dick all the way up my ass also when im on my stomach. and it's all gonna happen again this week. please anybody just message me so we can talk about this. i love it. im so excited. you guys are great. best decision i've ever made.

Kicked off with dipping my raw cock into a pool of anon cum in a smooth pig. Continuing no holes refused. Finally met up with a slut and his top daddy host kinda in exchange to be spun. Some sketchy walk up apartment. Daddy greeted me naked at the door as the hoe was taking a load. The place only had red lighting, except the bathroom and kitchen, but I entered and stayed anyway. After I stripped down, I took my vc/g/sl given by daddy host, and he sucked me till I was hard and brought me to join them. I got horny very quickly I felt in trance and paralyzed a bit, and I was given some clouds on my cock after I sat down. I only said yes to whatever daddy asked, which probably included if I could btm. Anyway, anon blk young dude was fucking his second load out so I went to their front to spitroast the btm. Made out with the dude then sucked his nips, and did that when he nutted deep without pulling out. Since btm was sucking me still, top pulled out and I sucked that cummy long and thick meat, then made out with him. While the host escorted the blk dude out, I couldn't wait and fucked my hard cock in to feel that pool. I asked, and my cock was swimming in 7 loads. After feeling it for a min, I had to pull out for him to puff and blow on us. I was spun af as I made out with daddy next to me. He puffed about 5 times on me when I moved to his hole and started felching as I played my nips. After a while I started fucking to give daddy a show. The squishing sound was clear to us, and pulling cum as I fucked got me so hard. Daddy then asked if I liked fucking in cum. It felt so fkin' good that I had no words, and I was dripping hard. "Good boy, more will drop by to load some fresh cum throughout the night". "Fuck ya you faggot." Just as I squirted some precum, but not the full load, daddy went to get another dude to drop him the 8th load. I was still fucking when the twink walked in, so he got sucked first, then we switched and just in two mins he nutted all in. Probably just turned 18. Daddy blew clouds once on his cock before he jabbed in lol. After that he wanted to nut once more so we sat up straight side by side to make out, while they both blew clouds on our cocks. He then moaned it felt so good and I said just keep enjoying. Soon he got up and began to fuck his second load (10th or more for cumdump) out. I started to eat the top's hole and then I fucked him from the back and he was cool with it. I fucked rough so without him fucking, his load was released after about 5 mins. His hole wasn't too tight so I asked him to stay in the btm as I gave it a nice pound. Just some precum mixed with maybe others cum. Kinda forgot to stop so unexpectedly I fucked his third load out into the cumdump as I came, then daddy took over and bred the boy too. In between 2 more cum n go dropped by. Host said the night before had way more after some sex event, so I dumped my third load as 12 or 13th deep.

I was super horny and online when this twink message me saying “hey daddy, I’m so horny and love the pics of your fat cock and hairy chest? We’re only 5km away – wanna cum round? Although I only play safe – hope that’s ok”. My profile says “Safe sex – Sometimes” and I was on the fence when he unlocked a stunning picture of his ass. I told him I’d be there in an hour then hopped in the shower. I got to his block of flats and he buzzed me in – top floor as always. When I got to the door it was ajar and so I let myself in closing it behind me and headed for the lamp light from his bedroom. My was in his bed ass up. I suddenly thought – maybe he’s sluttier than he’s made out. I told him to come undress and suck me. Like a good little pup he did – and he gave great head – clearly the lad had been practicing! He asked if I had poppers so I gladly gave him some to sniff. I took some deep huffs and then said – condoms are in the drawer daddy – I need fucked so badly. I went over to his bedside cabinet – looked inside only to find an empty box of condoms. I knew his game so played along “damn – looks like no sex for us tonight – better suck me dry”. He said “please daddy, I need your cock so much – I’d do anything – I’d even do it raw!”. I replied I wasn’t sure as it was risky. He hopped up on the bed saying “I need your cum, breed me daddy”. I walked over to him and slowly but steadily pushed my thick cock into his body and said “how does it feel having a real man raw inside you?”. He moaned and said “so good daddy, I need you raw in me, making me yours, marking me out with your cum”. I said to him “bet you’re glad that condom box was empty!” and passed him the poppers again and as he sniffed I said “what would you do for daddy you twink?” and he replied “anything sir – I’d take any load for you”. And I told him he was a good boy and started to pump harder! He started to beg for my load and I growled “ready to get pregnant?” and he screamed “cum in me sir!”. He squeezed my cock with his ass and I nutted rope after rope of cum in him. He shot hand free and said “wow that was the best cum ever – I LOVE it raw”. I got dressed, said good boy and walked out leaving the twink full of cum.

just got fucked by him and omgggg there are definitely feelings. i feel so close to him and he's the one who seduced me. he told me he's falling for me hard and i told hi so am i. it just feels sooo good to have his dick up my ass. i came all over when he stroked my dick while fucking me doggy. that was unreal...

This is Fiction and should only be taken as that Part 1 At 60 years old the options to play with a twink doesn’t present it’s self very often but when this 23 yr old wanted to play and get twisted, pozzed and abused anally really got my attention. I figured it was only talk and after he got his rocks off he would ghost me. For the time being we could have some fun talking. He sent a couple pics and if those were him he looked a bit older but had a nice cock and ass. The kid was persistent and wanted to meet so I figured maybe a local coffee shop to see if he was as he said. When he walked in he looked younger than he said but was hot looking. I actually wanted to see his driver license to verify his age. I didn’t want to get in trouble talking to a minor. While we talked he was looking around and told me he wanted to go somewhere else since he saw a college friend leaving and he was nervous about this. I agreed and suggested my car around the side. Once there he really let go, he said he read stories and wanted to get drugs up his ass, his ass used and abused for a long time, if the guys were toxic or had anything that would be fine. He said he only had a couple experiences with getting fucked and the last one had a bid cock and split him open and he loved it. I asked him about the Toxic side and he said with all the meds out he looked into it and most can be cured or at least controlled. I told the kid I could get really sadistic and that is ass would not be the same. I only had an average cock but I could find a couple guys to split his hole open after I prepared it. I told him he would be in some pain, probably a little blood and I would get I twisted. He agreed and I said to think it over and let me know. He also mentioned some other really dark fantasies he wanted to try. We will have to see I told him. The following week I was really busy with work and was unable to look at my emails much but when I did he had 2 emails there begging me to get him messed up. I picked up a disposable home and had him call me, we talked for a few minutes and I told him what to do. I told him on Saturday morning get up , eat breakfast and hit the shower and get cleaned out inside as well as outside and call me at 11:00. I really expected him to ack out and not call. He also mentioned some other really dark fantasies he wanted to try. We will have to see I told him.

I like the taste but not because it's a pleasant taste necessarily. I actually prefer a guy's cum to taste strong and be a bit of a challenge to swallow. I like to feel slightly uncomfortable, but that's what gives me such a rush, because I feel so accomplished and brave when I swallow it. It's definitely about the act of sucking a cock that makes wanting to swallow cum so desirable. When you truly love to please, the thing you actually love the most is the pleasure itself. You love the pleasure that you are giving him through sucking his cock. You love cock because it's the best way to give a man pleasure. His cum is like liquid pleasure concentrate, and since you love everything about pleasing, it's only natural to lust for it and want to badly eat it. Also, that moment you taste it, when you finally get it, it's so hot to know what has had to happen to make this moment happen; He's had to go to the limits of pleasure, the peak of feeling good, so good that he's literally ejecting the pleasure out of his hole. He probably doesn't even know where he is or what's happening, he's just totally lost off the deep end overwhelmed by pure pleasure and euphoria. So next time you suck a cock and it's cumming in your mouth, realize how special the moment is. I like all kinds of sex, mostly with women, but to me, I've never experienced a greater level of pleasure and satisfaction than hearing a man grunting and moaning out of control while his big throbbing penis is in my mouth unloading that warm, salty nut from his balls, all that flavor and richness only experienced after the highest level of sex is achieved.

I had been following this new massage shop on an app called LINE with their occasional postings on Craigslist. They are a new shop and seemed eager to get my husband and I into their shop. The mamasan sent pictures of her "boyz" with the understanding that we were only looking for "100% TOP KING boyz" into sucking, fucking and rimming. At our designated reservation time, my husband and I arrived to meet the mamasan and promptly taken upstairs to a rather old , but clean, looking room and instructed to shower. Within minutes my massage boy arrived and had me get on my stomach on a massage type table. He began with a legit massage and worked diligently on my feet and back. After about 30 minutes, his fingers began to wander on the inside of my thighs and my now 7 inch uncut cock was leaking precum like a leaky faucet. The boy then leaned in and spread my cheeks and drove his rigid tongue deep inside of my wet hole. He had me moaning as he continued eating my hole like a champion then proceeded to give my entire backside a tongue bath. He then climbed up on me and started a full body on body massage with the full weight of his body. As he slid up my back, his now rigid 7 inch Thai cock would go up my crack and tease my hole. I wondered if he would use a condom. Over and over he massaged my back with his body until finally his cock lined up perfectly with my hole and he did not hesitate in going full length inside of me and stopped fully inside. My back arched and I took in a sharp breath. I reached back and realized he was bare. I moaned my deep approval. He took my approval and whispered some Thai words in my ear and he began a very erotic and sensual fucking as he reached around and played with my nipples and kissing my neck. Each of his thrusts were met with my ass pushing back against his cock.. Without exiting my hole, he slowly and methodically turned my body around so I was now on my back, my ankles pushed back to my ears, hole fully exposed and still full with his cock. He started pumping me again while stroking my very wet cock. After 10 minutes or so of deep full length pumping, he looked deep into my eyes and nodded as his eyes started to roll back in his head. At that point he began to FUCK very fast and he grunted gutterally and blew his Thai babies deep inside of me. That first blast of very hot cum on my prostate made me start to blast off and I covered my own face with my thick load. Without moving, he leaned down and licked every drop of my cum off of my face then kissed me deep and senually. Slowly our breathing came back to normal, he pulled out and began to finish the massage as I drifted off to sleep a few minutes at a time. Afterwards, I tipped him very well and he greeted the tip with a very sweet hug and kiss. Until next time... I will post about my husband's experience later....

I really don’t like it. Neither the taste nor the texture. Even so, I expect the Man to keep me on his dick when he cums and I swallow. That is the bit that turns me on: being made to swallow

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It was a relatively uneventful Christmas this past year (2021). After the bf and I exchanged our gifts on Christmas morning, we spent the better part of the day mulling around the house. Sometime around early afternoon he instructs me to 'get ready', go into the bedroom, shut the door and be naked. Intrigued, I do as I am told, clean up, and get ready. Nervous and excited, I find myself in bed under the covers and jacking my hard cock. FINALLY, I hear the door opening and see my muscular bf walk into the room with his hard cock bobbing and then another man follows behind him with an equally muscular build and hard cock swinging. My bf is a former athlete of the gymnastic type who maintains the muscular, tight build they tend to have. The other guy was Mexican (bf is Caucasian), similar build but with an equally long, hard and slightly thicker than my bf's cock in girth but similar in length. Both of these fine men lay down in our bed with their rock hard cocks sticking straight up and I immediately get to work. I am alternating between sucking them both. However, I noticed a bit more flex in the skin of this new man's cock in which I am immediately drawn to. It had a silkier smoothness to it that other cocks, I had previously experienced, simply don't have. I didn't know it at the time but later realized that I was sucking on my first ever uncut cock. Meanwhile, this new man was talking to my bf about how good it felt having 'him' (me) sucking his cock. He was moaning and loving every moment of it and both men were bantering back and forth about me. Eventually, my bf told me to ride our new man. I immediately grab the lube and apply it to our new man's member and some to my hole and begin to sink my hole down onto him. He growls at me that it feels so much better than his wife's pussy. He proceeds to tell a brief story about how his wife just gave birth to their 3rd child and he had a big load to give me. At this point, my mind is BLOWN and I am so hot for his cock....here lies a 'straight', married man with an amazing cock who hasn't blown a load in a LONG time because his wife JUST gave birth and he hasn't been serviced in over 4 days. As I am riding him and moaning in pleasure, he is grunting and talking dirty to me about giving me his 4 day load. All of the sudden, he pushes me off and tells me to get on all 4's. I comply and he shoves his big, hard, uncut cock right back where it belongs! I am loving these new sensations of an uncut cock as it slides in and out of my hole. After a few more moments, he GROWLS and moans that he is shooting!!!! I egg him on and verbalize 'yeah....shoot your load in me...breed me!" and I can FEEL it... I feel every pulse of his HARD cock and my insides are filled with a familiar warmth but this one is more warmth and more pulsing and more sensations than usual. HE has a HUGE load. And by huge, I mean I felt EVERY pulse and fluid he shot inside me....it was HOT! My BF was IMMEDIATELY telling him to get out of the way so he could get inside me next. He shoved his huge, albeit thinner yet longer...also curved, cock into me. He thrust a few times then immediately began grunting I could feel his cock start it's familiar pulsing (which I LOVE!). As soon as he pulled out, I felt their loads trickle out of me. Slightly embarassed and looking down, I saw ONLY their milky white loads on the sheets and that set me off so I added my load to their mix. This was my BEST Christmas gift.

The longer you leave the toys in you hole the the more accustomed you’re hole will become to it’s new gap. I walk around all day with my hole plugged and at night a large one to sleep with.

Coming out as a young person certainly is different, but access to information isn't sufficient to make it easier. The risk of being bullied by one's peers and abandoned by one's parents persists, no matter how much information an individual young person has access to and how much support there is for gay rights in society at large. It's even possible for parents to support gay rights in the abstract, but not as far as their own child is concerned! One factor that can make coming out more difficult today for young people who live in rural and/or conservative areas is economics. Through the early 1980s, it was feasible for a gay high school student thrown out by parents to take money saved from allowances, washing cars, mowing lawns, and gifts from Grandma; buy a Greyhound or Amtrak ticket to San Francisco or New York City; get a basic job; rent a room; and slowly become established in a more accepting place. Today, that Greyhound or Amtrak ticket halfway across the country would cost a few hundred dollars; that basic job would require a high school diploma, if not a college degree; that rental would require references, a credit check and a pay history; and despite the advent of local minimum wage laws, the net wage and the available hours wouldn't cover the cheapest habitable lodging. I say the following partly in jest, but in cases where coming out safely requires migrating, you'd better have a big dick or a tight ass so that you can earn a lot as a sex worker or attract a generous sugar daddy in the new place. Last but not least, there may be information, and even popular support, in the US and in Western Europe for white, cisgender, middle-class gay people, but society is barely beginning to consider what it means to be gay and a person of color, to be gay and working-class, let alone downright poor, to be trans, or otherwise to be different from the "acceptable" gay people represented in Lifetime holiday movies and featured in Wells Fargo Bank mortgage ads that run in the New York Times Sunday magazine (or — and this is the most incongruous and revolting kind of portrayal — in promotional clips shown before films at the Frameline San Francisco LGBT film festival). Of course, there have always been people in these categories, but society at large has never paid attention to them, and to their needs. Please don't assume that everyone's coming out journey has magically become easier.

Thank you. We need more actual citations to the literature and much fewer "Of course it must be!" posts from people who don't know what they're talking about. The problem is people who assume ONE antiviral drug works against two different viruses equally well. That is simply not the case. SARS-CoV-2, the coronavirus that causes Covid-19, is not even in the same group of viruses as HIV (a retrovirus), and the two attack cells to reproduce in very different ways. Which strongly suggests, by itself, that taking PrEP will have little to no effect on SARS-CoV-2.

Source: who.int Can antiretrovirals be used to prevent COVID-19 infection? A number of small studies have assessed whether antiretrovirals can be used to prevent infection from SARS-CoV2, often with discordant results. A recent study suggests that people living with HIV who were using tenofovir disoproxil fumarate (TDF) were less likely to contract SARS-CoV-2. However, other studies indicate that tenofovir-based HIV pre-exposure prophylaxis (PrEP) does not provide protection against infection with the new coronavirus, nor does it ameliorate the course of COVID-19 disease [21]. In this study, prevalence of SARS-CoV-2 was actually higher among people taking PrEP compared to individuals who were not. Taken together, the available literature does not provide conclusive evidence that antiretrovirals could protect individuals from SARS-CoV-2 infection or from becoming seriously ill with the virus. However, the certainty of the evidence is very low due to small sample size, and uncertainty regarding intensity of exposure. People taking PrEP or who are taking ARVs with the hopes of preventing COVID-19 need to adopt the same COVID-19 prevention measures as recommended for people in the general population.

For a few days I'd been chatting with this cute late 20's black guy on the south side of chicago. Stats were nice, said 8" and he immediately sent me some pix that showed he had a thick one. Had reservations of going to his place, as he was looking to host, and we mostly chatted a couple days. Tuesday night my horniness got the better of me. I agreed to go to his place, and it's not in the best of neighborhoods. Fortunately found parking real quick, didn't see anyone concerning out on the street, but it was really not a good neighborhood. He came to the door to get me, and was cuter than his pics, about 5'8" average build, cropped hair. In his place we make out a bit and I grab his dick through his pants. Oh my god! His cock feels huge! When I drop to my knees I can barely get it in my mouth, he's not too long, no it's his girth! I have never seen a cock so thick. I know right away this is going to be a challenge. Some sense of self-doubt creeps into the back of my mind, nagging like that person you know who secretly is rooting you to fail. Shortly after I start sucking him, he moans and says comments that I knew what I was doing. My confidence boosted I made sure I was going to give him a great BJ in case I couldn't perform the rest of the evenings activities. He told me he loves to munch on ass, and it wasn't long before he told me he wanted to eat my ass. I had gotten fucked earlier, rather unsuccessfully, and he commented on my hole having been played with (sadly no cum inside). That didn't deter him from giving me an excellent rim job. He tongue fucked me as well as some tops have actually fucked me. It was clear he knew what he was doing, both in terms of eating ass, and opening ass up for his club. When it came time for the fuck, he pulled the lube, I grabbed my poppers, and we both prepared for the upcoming pillaging of my hole. It was clear, from his head gently probing my hole, that he wasn't just going to shove in without preparation, something I was kind of prepared to scream into the pillow. No, he was very gentle pushing in a little, I'd clench and release (something that I feel opens me up faster) and he seemed to push a little more. It hurt like hell no matter how gentle he was, but I never had to stop him. I remember having to scream (moan?) into the pillow on the sofa, after all I didn't need his neighbors to come see what was up. The entire time, he stayed rock hard. This guy was good with his monster dick. Eventually it felt like he got all the way in, and I asked if he was getting deep enough. He said 'yeah' and I felt a flush of accomplishment. He really wasn't moving much though, I'd squeeze, and he'd moan, he'd move very slowly in and very slowly out. We moved to another area of his living room and I was afraid it was going to be a re-start of trying to accommodate his giant cock, but the change of venue went without a hitch. After we changed locations, he really started fucking me. His speed started to increase, he'd push me down, or pull me back up so we could kiss over my shoulder, all the while managing to stay rock hard and inside of me. I don't know how long we fucked in this position, but he had me flip over onto my back soon enough, and with my legs over his shoulders we had to find a new rhythm (popper and lube refreshed of course.) It was hot seeing this stud stuffing me with his huge monster cock, clearly enjoying it. I think he was afraid I was going to push him off me, but I never did. This position didn't last too long, soon he wanted to move back to me doggy over his sofa. I didn't know how much more I was going to be able to take from him. It was really starting to hurt, I don't know how he stayed so hard, and had the stamina he had! I had nothing to worry about though, not long after we were back with me doggy he slowed up, and sounded like he was breathing heavy. He asked if I was ready for his load, and when I said yes, he started pumping again. Pounding my ass for a couple more minutes I feel him tense and start to grunt and moan, shooting his load in my ass. Everything just stops, he stays put a couple minutes and very slowly pulls out. We sit and chat a bit, I expressed how good he was at fucking with a dick like he had, and we both agreed we'd like a repeat. Out the door I went to head back home, very satisfied, but very barely able to walk. In the end, I think his dick is now the biggest I've ever taken.

Chapter 4 - Told from Tre's POV: OMG, Ty’s ass was amazing. Filled with Xavier’s and Javi’s loads and that bitter iron taste from the blood seeping out of the cuts Javi made when he fucked him roughly, I was in pig heaven rimming that hot almost virgin boy hole. My dick twitched thinking just how it would still be virgin for a dick my size and how I would be able to get deeper in him than the others. Ty just kept moaning like a whore. I loved eating ass almost as much as I loved fucking it. My tongue can do wicked curves and reach places deep inside. Most bottoms begged for me to rim them both before and after I fucked them, and I am only too happy to oblige. Rimming makes my dick hard, so I can usually go again after rimming my nut out of a nice hole. But this hole was practically virgin! It only had taken two dicks before, both smaller than mine. And while I was pretty sure the kid didn’t know anything about being on prep meds, he had mentioned condoms to Javi. I needed to make sure that my rimming got him so in need for more dick that he wouldn’t even mention condoms. You see, Javi and I never used condoms. Even when we just started dating each other, Javi told me he wanted to feel me naturally and shoot my load deep inside. Considering that even Magnum condoms felt tight on me, I had no problems raw dogging Javi. From then on, we never used condoms. We also had a very open relationship and neither one of us liked condoms. One night about 3 months into our dating, Javi asked about playing with others and using condoms. He knew my stance… that I hated the fuckers. Javi was like what happens if one of us gets an STD? I was like there are meds, and we’ll deal with it. “Tre, what about HIV though? There isn’t a cure for that, nor herpes. Just meds you can take to try and make it better.” “Javi, I honestly don’t care. Neither is a death sentence anymore. Plus if I’m being honest, the thought of getting HIV turns me on.” “What? How so?” asked Javi. “Well, I just think about how I like tight young ass and how big my dick is. And even though you know I don’t try to go rough on guys, with the young tight ones I usually make them bleed without even trying. Now imagine me with HIV and my cum is highly toxic. And I get a hot young piece of ass in front of me that’s negative. Even just with my normal fuck style, he’s most likely going to bleed, and you know I’m going to deposit a hugh load deep in his ass.” I could see Javi’s boxerbriefs start to fill out as his dick was getting hard. I was happy to see what I was saying was turning him on. So, I continued, “Now imagine I fuck that tight ass hard and rough on purpose with the intention of making him bleed a lot. You know I can do it. And if my cum is highly toxic, then he’ll most likely get HIV. He’ll be my bitch forever, carrying my DNA and my strain of HIV deep in his body. Maybe if he’s vers, he’ll even pass it on. Most young guys don’t get tested, so it could be years of them fucking others without knowing they have HIV. All of my DNA being spread across this city by me and the guys I knocked up. It just makes my dick hard as a rock thinking about how my seed can be spread so easily and without others knowledge. My DNA infecting the entire city.” Javi just looked at me and evil grinned while grabbing his hard dick through his undies. “Damn Tre, you’ve given this some thought. That’s hot as fuck. So are you saying you want to try and get HIV?” “Well, I’m not trying, and I’m sure it’ll be hard to get since I mostly top. But, if it happens, it happens. And I’m not going to fight fate. But, if I do get it, watch out, because I want to spread my toxic seed as far and as wide as I can.” Javi had taken his undies off by this point and had started playing with his hole. He then pulled his legs back and showed me his cute little hole and made it wink at me. “If you do get it Tre, will you give it to me?” “Absolutely babe! We can tag team and spread our DNA together. Make this entire city and then the state our fucking cum slut bitches.” “Tre I need you to fuck me now.” I was brought back to the current situation with Javi whispering in my ear, “I know he’s good and ripped open. You saw how pink that cum was that oozed out of his hole. Now it’s time for you to make the pink cum a dark red. Poz that virgin hole and let him feel your master alpha dick as it rips and tears his hole open to bleed all over that big black dick.” Javi knew just how to get my gears turning even faster. I quickly pulled my tongue out of Ty’s ass and looked down at him. “Do you want my dick, Ty buddy?” Ty had looked up to see why I had stopped rimming him and just nodded. “God yes, I want it, Tre. I want you to fuck me good. Please give me that big black dick.” “I will buddy, but first take at least 3 more big hits for me.” As Ty was taking his first hit, I motioned for Javi at the bag of crystals, He knew exactly what I wanted and grabbed another good sized shard out of the bag. He handed me the shard and just gave me a nod. I took the shard and made sure the sharpest edge was right against the outside of Ty’s hole as I pushed it in quickly. I knew that the shard would make a tear right on his pucker so that it would start to bleed a little. Ty looked down and grunted a little when my finger went in with the shard. I then made sure to take the pointed end and rub it up against his ass walls. I wanted more tears and the shard dissolving quickly in his bloodstream. Ty was exhaling his second hit, when I pushed the shard onto his g spot. He just arched his back and said it’s burning a little again. I just told him to relax and feel how good his g spot felt from me putting pressure against it. I made sure that the shard ripped new tears into the lining on his g spot but also knew the pain would be masked by the pleasure I was giving him. Ty was just moaning and moving his head back and forth. Javi had to remind him to take another shot. By the time he had finished his third hit, the shard had dissolved. I started putting my dickhead against his hole and rubbing it up and down and all around. My toxic precum was oozing out quickly and wetting his hole. I made sure to pay attention to the cut on his pucker and make sure it was covered in my toxic precum. Ty was too high and just kept begging for me to fuck him. “Please Tre, put it in me. I need to feel your dick inside me. My hole feels so empty and it needs a dick in it now.” Javi laid next to Ty and kissed him then started egging him on. “Is that what you need, buddy? Tre’s big dick opening up your tight almost virgin hole. Do you want his big black cock to take that white boy pussy and make it submit to his alpha cock? Do you want him to fuck you hard and deep so that your pussy can milk his dick of his special seed? I bet you wish you could get pregnant by him. Have his seed deep in your pussy and make you carry his baby around.” Ty just moaned and said yes or nodded his head with each statement or question from Javi. Ty then looked at me and said, “Tre can you knock me up and make me your bitch? I need to be used like a whore and my hole is just grabbing at your dick. It wants your dick inside it so bad.” “Are you sure, buddy? You saw how I fucked Javi. Once I start, I am not going to stop. I will rip your hole open and make it gape from my big dick, but you will enjoy every minute of it. That I can promise you.” “He’s the best, Ty. You saw how hard he fucked me, and I was moaning like a whore. He will make you cum just from being fucked, but you won’t care becasue all you’ll be thinking about is how good his dick feels in your pussy and how much you want him to knock you up.” Ty just moaned and looked directly into Tre’s eyes and tried to focus as much as he could. “Fucking make me your bitch, Tre! I need your big black cock in my white boy pussy. I need your cum deep in me filling me up and making me pregnant. With that, I didn’t want to take a chance of him changing his mind. Not like he would as high as he was, but I grabbed the base of my dick and pushed into his hole. Even after the slam fucking Javi had given him, his hole had tightened back up. It gripped my big dick like a vice, and it took all my concentration just to keep pushing into him. “Oh Tre, it’s so big. I can’t believe I’m taking your dick.” Just then I hit his back wall with my dick and Ty just grunted. I adjusted my angle and found his inner hole and started to push in and out in short strokes opening up his inner hole again. Ty just moaned and I watched his eyes roll back into his head. I finally opened the hole all the way up and immediately felt my dickhead get all warm and wet swimming in the toxic cum Javi had deposited deep in the kid. “Oh Ty, this hole is amazing. It’s so wet and warm. I’m going to go all the way inside now.” Ty quickly lifted his head and looked like he didn’t understand. “What’s wrong, buddy?” “You’re not all the way in already. I can feel you so deep inside me.” “No little buddy. I’ve got about 2.5 more inches to feed you. You’re so small that my dick easily hits your inner hole with plenty of dick to spare. So, here it goes.” I pushed in deep and let my balls rest on Ty’s spread open ass. He grunted and Javi kissed him as he stroked Ty’s dick. “Fuck this ass is amazing Javi. I don’t know if I can just take one turn.” I pulled all the way out, and Ty looked up concerned again. I just laughed and said, “Don’t worry little buddy. I’m going to fuck you some more. I just have to taste some of Javi’s load coming out of your ass with those hot white boy pussy juices mixed in.” Before he could respond my tongue was pushing in and lapping up the load of cum that I had let fall from his inner hole into his ass and had already coated my entire cock. Javi shoots almost as much cum as I do, so his ass was easily flooded with nut. Nothing tasted better than my boyfriend's toxic seed straight out of a neg boy hole that was torn up and bleeding ready to accept our DNA. After feasting for a good five minutes, I got back on my haunches and told Javi to hold Ty’s legs open. Javi smirked and said “Fuck yes!” as he grabbed Ty’s ankles and spread them as far and as wide as he could while pulling them back over Ty’s head to expose his hole. It had already started to close some, and I just looked at it and then looked at Ty and said, “OK buddy. Here it comes. I’m going to fuck you now and knock you up. Are you ready?” “Yes, Tre. Please, I need it.” Ty begged and Javi just nodded at me and mouthed the words “Rip the bitch open!” Despite how tight he was, my dick was on a mission. I thrust my entire length into Ty and made my balls slap his ass. Ty just shrieked and his mouth opened like he was speechless. I pulled all the way out and did it again. Both of his holes were tight and trying to keep me out, but my dick was rock hard and excited that it was getting to poz a hot little white boy. Ty gasped again. I pulled out again and slammed in another time. Ty gasped and this time I stayed with my balls pressed against his ass and rotated my hips making my dick point in a circle all in his ass and open his holes even more. Ty moaned at that and his dick started to ooze a little precum. I pulled out a little and then focused on his g spot. I pegged it non stop for about 5 minutes. Ty was just a mixture of moans and grunts and kissing Javi while he played with his dick. Javi looked at me and said, “I think Ty is getting close to cumming.” “Oh really? Do you like my dick in your ass Ty? Is it making your dick feel good?” Ty just looked at me and tried to say yes but what came out wasn’t really understandable, so he just nodded. I pulled all the way out and slammed back in, again four more times before rotating my hips and grinding his holes open. I pulled all the way out and slammed back in again and ground my hips around opening his holes. Pulled all the way out one more time and adjusted my angle and hit his g spot. Ty exploded when my dickhed pegged his g spot. Rather than continue to stimulate his g spot, I wanted to feel his holes spasm on my dick, so I pulled all the way out and slammed my dick in all the way again. Both of his holes were spasming and gripping my dick as he shot his second load all over his chest and face. Ty’s holes were milking my dick something fierce, and I felt my balls draw up quickly. I pulled out of the inner hole and just started to fuck it open with my dick, pulling out long enought to let it close and then quickly forcing it all the way back in. Ty was still coming and with one last squirt of cum onto his navel, he stopped writhing. I pulled all the way out and slammed my dick back in all the way three more times before I had reached my limit and started to nut deep in Ty’s white boy pussy. I got my dick as deep as I could, my hips uncontrollably shaking and trying to get my dick even deeper into that hot white virgin boy hole. Javi had left Ty’s side and was now whispering in my ear, “That’s right babe! Give him all your toxic seed. Drop that nut deep inside his pussy so you can make him poz and make him carry your DNA forever. Breed his hole and make him a poz cum slut for life.” I just kept nutting and nutting. I lost count of how many spurts of toxic death seed I shot deep into Ty. When my balls were finally drained, I collapsed on top of Ty. He just wrapped his cute little short legs around my back and pushed the heels of his feet into my ass cheeks trying to pull me in even deeper. I just chuckled and looked at him and said, “Don’t worry buddy, I’m not going to ever let a drop of my cum go wasted when your hot pussy is around to take my special seed and let me try and get you pregnant.” Ty exhaustedly looked at me and said, “Thank you, Tre, for your special seed. It feels so wet and hot inside my hole right now. It feels like my hole is flooded.” Javi laughed and said, “Trust me Ty, with my load and Tre’s load, it is definitely flooded. When Tre pulls out you won’t be able to keep it in because I know he worked both of your holes open to where they will gape at least for a minute and let our seed flow out.” “I don’t want it to come out. I want it to stay right where it is,” Ty whimpered. “Don’t worry buddy. I’m going to eat it from your hole and kiss it directly into your mouth so you can taste our loads and your sweet boy pussy juices all at the same time. And then, I’ll fuck you again and give you another load deep,” Javi said. “Do you want that? I know you do. I can see the smile on your face just thinking about it.” “Oh God, yes I want that. I want both of you to fuck me again and give me more of your cum. Can we smoke some more too?” I looked at Javi and smirked and then back to Ty, “Of course we can buddy. You can smoke as much as you want. In fact, we have something else you might like too. It’s called “G” and you drink it, but it will make you super horny and want us to fuck you even more than you do now.” Ty looked at me and said, “Let’s do it. I want you guys to fuck me all night long. Just…” Javi looked concerned and looked at me not sure what was happening. So, I quickly kissed Ty and then looked at him deep in his eyes and asked, “Just what?” Ty sheepishly bit his lower lip and looked at us and asked, “Can you not tell Xavier that we did this? I don’t want him to think I’m a whore.” I just laughed and kissed Ty again. As I leaned up, Javi was there and we did a threeway kiss with all of us. Javi then said, “Ty little buddy, don’t worry about a thing. We won’t tell Xavier anything that you don’t want us to. We are just glad that you decided to join us. Your ass truly is amazing.” “Well honestly, even if you guys weren’t bigger, you definitely fucked me better than Xavier did. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed it, but it was more soft and sensual. You guys fucked me like I was a whore and just a hole for you to get off in. I don’t know why, but that just turns me on like crazy.” “Oh it’s ok buddy! And you can tell us anything or ask us to try anything. We are definitely open and cool with exploring and letting you explore your deepest desires. As long as we get to breed that hot white boy pussy, we will do whatever you want to do and try. We love sharing a hot guy and making him feel so good. So, are you ready to try some “G” and get fucked even harder?” I asked. Ty pushed up on his arms and propped up his chest from the bed while looking into my eyes, and said, “You bet your ass I do. I never knew I could feel this good. And if G is anything like what we were just smoking, I have a feeling I’m going to be nothing but the biggest slut in the city. And I can’t wait!” Javi looked at me, laughed, and said, “I think we may have created a monster, Tre.” ************* Sorry for the delay guys, but work has been crazy. I hope you like this chapter. I'm always open for ideas on how you want the story to go. I am already working on the next chapter and hopefully will have it posted in the next few days. But, feel free to share your comments and ideas. Thanks to those who have already given feedback. I appreciate all the ideas and kind words.

Wanker’s Story pt. 2 Horvath nodded, and began unbuckling his belt. “Yeah. Just get me hard.” Sarge got down on his knees in front of Sergeant Charlie, unsnapping his pants and unzipping him while Horvath undid the buttons on his uniform top. “Come over here, Sendahl. You’re going to want to watch this.” Sarge said, pulling Horvath’s pants down and taking them off, leaving his boots on. The bulge in Sergeant Charlie’s underwear was enormous. I got down off the desk, careful to keep Sarge’s jizz inside me. I didn’t want to let it out. I went to kneel down beside Sarge. I never looked at Sarge like he’d be the type to do this, but I couldn’t argue with that feeling we shared. I understood something I could never have understood before- that brothers have a bond that goes beyond labels, outside of society’s norms. There was nothing above brotherhood, no barriers standing in the way. There was nothing wrong with anything between brothers, no weakness to be ashamed of, no limit to what I would now do for any of them. I watched Sarge rub Sergeant Charlie’s bulge. He kissed Horvath’s thigh. When he looked over at me, he smiled. “Watch this, kid.” And he peeled Horvath’s underwear down, releasing the monster inside. “Fuck. Sarge, that’s not going to fit up my ass.” I gasped. Sergeant Charlie’s cock, soft, was as big around as my wrist, and as long as Sarge’s cock was when it was hard. Sergeant Charlie didn’t shave. I’m not sure there would have been a point, as there wasn’t a beginning or end to the hair on his body. He was one solid carpet of black fur from his neck to his toes, though his ankles and feet wasn’t thick hair. Even his knees were hairy. “You’d be surprised what’ll fit up your ass, Private.” Sergeant Charlie said with an amused grin. “Look, his nuts aren’t as big as mine.” Sarge said, lifting Horvath’s heavy cock to exposed his hairy nuts, which were still sizable. He batted Horvath’s nuts like a punching bag a few times while Horvath crossed his arms and stared down. “None of that is getting my dick hard, Walters. We gonna do this? “ “Yeah, buddy. But the kid here has a trick to show you. You’re gonna love it.” Sarge pulled my head in. “Take a sniff, it seems to help you.” I leaned in and sniffed Sergeant Charlie’s nuts. There was a slight musk there, with a soothing herbal smell mixed in. I couldn’t smell any sweat, but Horvath had probably showered. Still, it was a deep, manly smell. I found I liked it too, but not near as much as Sarge’s raw, animal he-man odor. I felt Sarge’s lips next to my ear as my face was buried in Sergeant Charlie’s groin. “Show him what you did to me. He might take it easy on you if he likes it. Doubtful though, he never takes it easy on me.” I pulled my head out of his hairy nutsack and saw Sarge swallow the entire salami of Horvath’s soft dick, right to his pubes. Then I watched Sarge’s throat convulse and move. He rolled his eyes to me and indicated for me to take on Sergeant Charlie’s nuts. I took a breath. I turned my head so my chin went between Horvath’s thighs, then opened wide to let his low hangers drop into my mouth. I might be able to swallow both of them. I doubted it, but still wanted to try. I felt my lips make contact with his upper nutsack, then opened my throat, letting his balls drop through. As soon as I felt contact, I breathed deep, and clamped down to swallow. “Yeah Walters, take it deep. Keep that sweet mouth down on that hog.” Horvath started talking. “You know how- holy FUCK! “ My throat started heaving on his nuts, straining to swallow them down past my Adam’s apple. “Holy sweet fucking baby Jesus, suck those fucking marbles, FUCK!” I guess the warm, wet throat ballsack massage was a hit, but I didn’t have much attention to spare as I was trying not to choke to death on a hairy nut sandwich. When something is lodged in your throat your natural reaction is to choke it out or choke it down, and right now I was going back and forth between the two options and Horvath’s heavy cream filled nuts were the rope in my oral tug of war. I felt him press down on my mouth just like Sarge had done. Both his nuts were in my esophagus, lined up like a pinball machine, his sack hung low enough that getting both down in me was possible. I took a gamble before my breath ran out and clamped my lips down over the base of his balls and gave a giant gulp, wondering if I could get them further down. “Oooooooooooooooh…. Oh fuck. Oh God.” Horvath started moaning. And he literally shoved Sarge off his cock, which started bouncing and throbbing. It looked ridiculous watching that huge cock slime it’s way out of Sarge’s tear stained face like a baby calf being born. I had to spit his nuts out, I was about to pass out. Fuck, I can’t say what Sergeant Charlie felt, but trying to swallow two hot, fuzzy extra large plums at the same time kinda turned me on. No lie. Feeling them go down, then back up my throat, over and over again, that was insane. “Think you could swallow this monster? It’s not too much different.” Sarge said, offering Horvath’s cock to me by the base. It was a true foot long, or I’d eat my shoe. Not like Footling’s cock, which was probably close, but nowhere near this thick. I gulped. “No. It’s too big. I don’t even think my mouth opens that wide. “. I managed, almost too scared to even try. “Okay, then chest on the desk, legs spread.” Sarge said. I did exactly that, but I didn’t exactly run to get myself in position. Sarge patted me on the back. “Remember to breathe and relax. It’ll fit. And it’ll be fast.” I laid down, taking comfort in Sarge’s uniform underneath me. I saw his underwear a couple feet away. Sarge saw my look. “Here kid, I got the real thing here. Stick your head in here.” He hopped up on the desk and straddled my face. His dick was still hard. I gladly buried my face between his throbbing cock and those huge nuts. If it was possible, he smelled even better now that the remains of his fuck coated his shaved cock and nuts. Jesus! I reached out and grasped his ass cheeks to pull him into me. “Slow first, Horvath. Let him expand for a few seconds.” Sergeant Charlie just grunted. “Five days, Walters. I’m not holding back. My babies have been swimming around lost for five days in my sack. Your Private is just going to have to figure out how to take his pounding.” He said with no apology. Sarge sighed and caressed my buried head with his strong mitts. “Breathe deep, Private. It’s not going to be easy. Remember what I told you. Keep it open for him.” I did as Sarge ordered, and felt Horvath’s thick ram tube of meat push against my cum slicked hole. He didn’t stop there, didn’t pause, just kept increasing the pressure until his head split me open. “Agggghhhhhh!” I primal screamed into Sarge’s sweaty crotch. It felt like my asshole was burning with gasoline. My hips lifted, on my tip toes trying to get away from him, but I was locked into the desk. He had to be tearing me up, I had to be bleeding. I felt a tear roll down my face. “I always love that part.” Sergeant Charlie chuckled as he just kept shoving more and more of his massive forearm thick pole into me. “But the best part is what’s coming. “ With a brutal thrust he buried every last inch of that monster balls deep into my burning shitter with a sudden final violent punch. I thought I was going to throw up, pass out, and shit my internal organs out in one never ending bloody volcanic eruption . My intestines seized up, cramping in a breathtaking grip like a bear was eating me from the inside out. The hatchling from Alien was being born in my guts. This wasn’t a freight train, this was a pine tree, complete with bark and branches still attached. The sound I made when he bottomed out was a mix of a high pitched keening wail, a stupid sounding’GUH!’ and sob. I couldn’t imagine my asshole remained intact, and was probably a shredded bloody mess. I was going to die. I was pinned and couldn’t move my lower body, but my fingers put a death grip on Sarge’s ass. I know I left marks. “Fuck, Horvath, don’t kill him.” Sarge breathed. Horvath snorted. “Haven’t killed one yet. Doesn’t mean they don’t feel like I’m killing them.” He yanked his pine tree back and slammed back in, even harder. “That’s the point.” He repeated that move multiple times, and punctuated each violent jab with a word. “And.” “This.” … SLAM “Mother.” …. SLAM “Fucking.”…. SLAM “Private.” … SLAM “Needs.” …. SLAM “To.” …….….SLAM “Fucking.” …SLAM “Learn.” …SLAM After every punch, I made the same GUH followed by that wail, then a pitiful sob when I felt him withdraw for another shove. Over and over. There was no love, no brotherhood , no gentle caresses. This was pain for pain’s sake. I started to cry somewhere during it all, I don’t remember when I started. I didn’t want to, didn’t want to be a pussy, wanted to take it like a man. But when you break, you don’t get to choose. And Sergeant Charlie wanted me broken. I could feel his intent every time the head of his horse dick split me open again. I don’t remember when I started begging, sounding like a pitiful child , pleading for him to stop, but it did no good. I lost track of time, but I remember finally just going slack and dropping like a limp rag doll to the desk. Forgotten were Sarge’s mesmerizing balls, his smell that I loved. But I do remember his gentle hands stroking me, his tender murmurs of “you’re almost done, kid. It’s going to be okay. I got you, brother.” As if my complete submission was what this Hungarian animal needed, as soon as I went limp I felt his rough, calloused hands on my shoulder blades and he transferred his weight to my back, crushing me with every pound he possessed. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t care. I wanted to die. “That’s right. There it is. This is when you surrender to your older brother, kid.” His voice opposed his movement, his violent thrusts. A gentle, understanding voice. “The rules protect you. The regulations protect your brothers, so that everyone gets home. The Army protects all of us. This feeling you’re having, when you want to give up, want to just lay down and die, this won’t be the last time you feel that. But know, and remember, that it’s your brothers, even the Charlies, who will get you out alive, who would do ANYTHING to get you home. *I* would do anything to get you home. I love you little brother.” And as he said those final words, he grunted, spasmed, and dumped his five day load 12 inches deep inside my brutalized ass. I barely felt him pull his meat out of me. My asshole felt like hamburger. I just lay there, on top of Sarge’s uniform, which felt so soft. My arms had fallen limp over his thighs. “He’s intact.” I heard Sergeant Charlie say. “Not even bleeding much at all.” I heard a belt clasping. “Focus on your training, Private. Keep the pranks for your unit and platoon. And fucking use your head next time.” With that the door opened and closed again and I knew he was gone. I didn’t want to look at him. Thank God they didn’t make me look at him. “Take your time, kid.” Sarge said. His hands constantly rubbing my head, roaming over my back, making slow paths across my skin and muscles. It felt good. It soothed me. I just relaxed for a quiet few minutes, learning how to breathe all over again, knowing my drool, snot and tears had soaked Sarge’s uniform. I hoped that was okay. His hands never stopped. Finally, I spoke. “I must have made him so angry.” Sarge let out a small laugh. “Kid, that wasn’t angry. He wouldn’t have fucked you angry. You needed a lesson, but not THAT lesson. That lesson probably would have killed you.” He explained. I discovered I liked it when he called me ‘kid’. “I’m sorry I cried, Sarge.” my weak voice trembled. I felt the tears starting again, their warm trails running over my cheek, down the side of my nose. The underside of my turned face soaked his uniform with more tears. “Shhhhhhh, Sendahl. No shame between brothers, remember? Cry if you need to. You held out longer than most. You should be proud.” He let me sob for a couple more minutes, but I reached a point where crying didn’t seem important anymore, nor laying there wallowing, with my legs still spread. That seemed like a dumb thing to do, stay in THAT position. I started to move, but Sarge held me down a bit. “Slowly, Sendahl. You don’t realize it yet, but moving is going to make it hurt all over again. Take it very slow.” He waited until I had pulled myself up onto my elbows, then he hopped down off the desk and came around to help me stand up. “Let’s get you dressed.” Sarge said. At some point he checked out my ass, and declared I was going to be fine. Sore, in pain, but fine. I wasn’t sure if I believed him. The walk back to the barracks wasn’t easy, but I managed, stopping a few times to regather my strength.

Went over a friends apartment for game night on Monday to relax after the first work day post the holidays. We played some video games and talked shit until his girl went out to her friends house. As soon as she was gonna I had his dick in the back of my throat. We wrestled on the living room floor taking turns and sucking each other off. He finally managed to pin me down and pushed his thick 9.5 inch black dick inside me. I let out a loud moan as he started to fuck me. After some times I rolled him over and started riding his dick feet on the ground dropping my ass on it balls deep every time. The doorbell rang and we both looked Ike’s towards the door behind us. I looked back down at him and continued to ride him. We were panting and moaning. The doorbell rang again. He said it was probably the pizza he ordered. I pulled off his dick and he went to answer the door. I chilled in the couch while he cracked the door open to take the pizza from the delivery guy. Once he closed it he threw the pizza on the table and came over lifted my legs on his shoulders and sunk his throbbing dick inside my hole again. After some time he pushed his dick inside me and began to cum. I felt his dick throb with every rope of cum he shot inside me. He chilled nude had some pizza and fucked two more times before his gf came back home after a few hours.

Wednesday night a friend from HS hit me up he’s back in town and has a little get together setup abs asked me to come through. He moved to FL our senior year and haven’t seen him since which is about 6 years now. We did mess around a little back then but that was long ago now he had a gf. So showed up to the party and he opened the door. He was taller than me now stil lean and he was looking real sexy I almost forgot to say was up. Got in there was a few people we ate some good food got drunk asf went late into the night people started leaving but I was drunk drunk and he said I can sleep it off at his place. I got in his bedroom and legit passed out. Woke up the next morning and he was sleeping on the bed next to me shirtless. He had a real lean sexy body on him. I was feeling hung over but his body definitely got me wondering if he’s gotten bigger and sexier down below. I pulled the covers off and his sexy dick was laid out on his lower abs. I got hella horny instantly. We had messed before but I really wanted him. I touched his dick and he didn’t react. I reached over and got a hold of it. Slowly started stroking it. I felt his dick starting to get harder. A moment later I was holding a thick 10 inch monster in my hand. He was still a sleep or at least pretending to be. I leaned over and gave his dick a lick. There was no reaction so I began sucking the head. Slowly repositioned myself and began to slide his dick deeper into my throat. At this point I was surprised he was not awake. With his dick nice and wet I decided to climb on top and straddle him. I put his dick against my hole and pushed down on it. His thick dick piped through my hole. I felt his hands grab my hips and he thrusted his entire dick inside me in one push. I looked at him his eyes wide open and grinning. He said he knew I would end up on his dick just like back in the day. He started pumping his raw dick inside me. I was matching his strokes and we were fucking deep and hard. I couldn’t help but moan out his name. I asked him what about his girl? He said his girl not here to say anything about it. Flipped me on my back and started breeding my pussy making it talk. He making me leak precum all over my abs. He said my pussy was even better than before. Told him his dick is huge and made to breed my hole. I wrapped my legs around his waist and begged him to cum inside me. He started to fuck me hard and fast until he rammed his dick in my guts and began to unload with a loud moan. He collapsed on top of me with his dick still inside me. After a min he got up slid his dick out and told me to go get some water or something with him cause we fucking at least 3 more times that day. And we did fuck 3 more times.

Author note: Sorry guys, I wasn't happy with this chapter so I rewrote it a few times. It's also long so I broke it into 3 parts. Chris, Part 1 Matt met Chris on AOL. Chris was a law student living about 100 miles away. Chris was really hot – 5’7”, muscular, small waist, and smart – worked out all the time. Matt was amazed that Chris was interested in him. Matt was typing away in their chat, flirting, and trying to get Chris to send pics. Chris refused to send any x pics, but said he would chat with Matt on cam. Matt did not have a webcam. He thought they were expensive. More than that, Matt knew he would really get into the cyber sex he was having if he was showing off. After all, while Matt had self-confidence issues, he knew he was a sexy, young twink that got fucked regularly. Matt knew he would want to show guys his ass as he begged then to fuck him in cyber sex sessions. Matt was afraid it would go that far. He didn’t want those videos getting around. Chris and Matt kept chatting. Matt found himself disappointed when Chris was not online at night. Chris was a law student. Matt knew he read and studied a lot. More disappointing was that Chris didn’t want to have cyber sex with Matt. But he lived almost 90 minutes away. Matt didn’t want to travel 90 minutes to see Chris after work and then 90 minutes to come home. Chris popped on one night and while they chatted, Chris turned on his cam. Matt could see Chris. He looked a bit nerdier than Matt expected and had a small stutter, but Chris was so sexy. Chris was shirtless during their chat. Matt’s cock got hard. He thought Chris might show off for him. Instead, Chris said he wanted Matt’s address so he could send him a gift – a webcam – so they could chat. Matt agreed and, against his better judgment, gave this relative stranger his address. Matt was nervous for a few days, half expecting a murderer or rapist to show up. Instead, the webcam showed up and Matt hooked it up to his computer. Matt sent Chris an email saying he received it and had set it up. Chris said he wanted to chat that night at 11pm. It was 7pm so Matt went for a run and was home by 8pm. Matt was horny. He got online and started a sexy cyber sex session with a guy – Matt was stripped down to only his briefs. He slipped them off when he was chatting with the dude. Matt was quickly riding the guy’s dick in their chat and the guy was saying he was close to cumming. Matt typed “cum in my ass” to the guy. Just then a screen from Chris popped up and Matt opened it and without knowing he was opening his camera – Chris’s face popped up. Matt also saw his own screen slightly smaller showing his naked body. Matt quickly turned his chair away. He was so embarrassed that Chris had seen him naked. Chris laughed and said, “Guess I caught you by surprise. Sorry I am early. I was excited to see you online.” Matt said hi and apologized. Chris convinced Matt to turn around to let him see again. Chris showed Matt his fat, short cock in return. Matt said, “I want you to fuck me.” Chris said, “Come visit and I will.” Matt stroked his cock and said, “I will this weekend if you want.” Chris said, “Bring condoms and lube because I’ll be fucking your sexy ass so much that we are going to need them.” Matt jokingly said, “Don’t you have any?” Chris responded, “I do but you are so sexy we are going to run out.” Matt said, “What’ll we do if we run out?” Chris said, “Guess we will find out.” Matt and Chris laughed and flirted for another 20 minutes. The boys made plans to see each other that weekend. Matt was in the car headed to Chris on Friday evening. He arrived in time for dinner. He rang the doorbell in a tight t-shirt, tight jeans, and a baseball cap. A guy answered the door who was not Chris. Matt was surprised. The guy introduced himself as Chris’ roommate. He was tall, handsome, dark curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and had a sexy athletic body. From behind the sexy guy, Chris bounded toward Matt and the door. Chris said, “I’m glad you came.” Chris pulled Matt into a hug. Matt enjoyed feeling the shorter, muscular body against him. Chris and Matt had dinner, returned to the apartment, watched a movie with the roommate and then went to bed. Matt showered and then Chris showered. Matt was in his briefs when Chris came to bed. Matt and Chris talked awkwardly as Chris turned out the lights and Chris got in bed naked. Chris and Matt kissed and then Matt felt Chris’ hands pulling his briefs off. Chris got on top of Matt and kept kissing him. Their bodies pressed together as Chris pressed his hard cock into Matt’s cock and rubbed them together. They rolled around and made out. Then Matt grabbed Chris’ cock and stroked it. Matt went down on it and sucked Chris. Chris leaned back and let Matt work his cock with his mouth. Chris moaned as Matt worked his cock. Chris wanted to work Matt’s ass so Matt and Chris worked into an awkward 69 and Chris started eating Matt’s hole. Matt and Chris kept this up until Chris had pushed Matt too far from his cock. Chris was now fingering and tongue fucking Matt’s ass expertly – far better than this shy guy should know how to do. Matt was in awe of how good this felt. Matt told Chris that he was making him feel amazing. Chris flipped Matt onto his back, head on the pillows, lifted Matt’s legs and dove back into his hole. Matt gasped. He was getting so wet and felt so open with his legs spread wide. Matt obliged Chris by holding his legs open in a wide V. Chris said, “Just like that. Let me inside you.” Chris kept eating Matt’s hole and then would finger him some more. Alternating his tongue and fingers, Chris had Matt open so he was taking 4 fingers. Matt felt full with the fingers, then empty when they were withdrawn, then wet and moaning when the tongue was re-inserted. Matt was sure he was wide open now. Chris came up and kissed Matt. Matt’s legs were still spread. Matt felt Chris strong back. It felt so good. Matt’s tall, slim, runner’s frame felt engulfed by Chris’ muscular body. Matt and Chris were intensely making out. Chris hard cock was pressed on Matt’s ass. Matt knew it was there. Matt adjusted slightly, hoping the cock would slide in him. Then, just at it had with “geek-chic” the first night Matt had taken it bareback, Chris bare cock slipped in Matt’s unprotected ass. Matt moaned and grabbed Chris’ muscular ass pulling him inside deeper. Chris pushed his cock all the way inside Matt. Chris moaned, “Fuck. Should I pull out? I’m not wearing a condom.” Matt said, “Not unless you want to.” Chris proceeded to fuck Matt for a few minutes and then said, “I’m cumming in you.” Chris rolled off Matt and said, “That was great.” Chris then sucked Matt off, didn’t swallow, and the boys fell asleep.

A recent local bottom I loved breeding recently moved away. He loved to beg for my cock and his hole was so irresistible I could never say no to him or make him wait. I'd always cover his hole with my spit and press my cock up against his hole and kiss him lightly on his lips and wait for him to beg. I'd push inside him in one thrust and hold his waist and let my cock acclimate to his warmth and wetness before sliding back out nearly all the way before pushing back deeper than before - always tried to get deeper than I had before. I would flip him on his side or flat on his stomach and explore his guts as hard or as soft as I wanted. We both loved it when he'd lie on his back and wrap his legs around my waist and look at me and call me his top and I'd hold my cock with my balls pressed against his hole and ask him who my favourite bottom is. Sometimes I would tell him when I was going to cum but I preferred not to because I loved to see his reaction when he felt my cock begin to spasm against his prostate painting it with my cum. He always asked me to keep my dick inside him while we made out and I would usually get hard again and breed him again. The sound my cum made in his hole as I thrust is indescribable.

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Had a friend of mine over tonight for dinner. We sometimes suc/fuck, sometimes we like to cruise together. Tonight we cruised the apps and a regular fuckbud was on. The three of us previously had played, but was a couple years ago. All parties were agreeable and I got a good spitroast. Both switched out a couple times. My regular bud bred me, and my other bud I ended up swallowing the load from his giant dick.

We are currently on holiday for the new year. My husband had gone out to some parks—we are staying at a resort and theme park area. I decided to hop on grinder. To my surprise, there was this hot British couple. One guy cut, the other uncut. I hadn’t been with an uncut guy in a long time so this was fun. I walked over and met them at their room. They answered the door naked. I quickly stripped and went to town sucking their cocks. The uncut guy had dark hair, about 5’8” and hairy. Hot af. His husband was probably 6’1” brown hairy and hairy. Both their cocks tasted so good in my mouth. The uncut guy precum so much and I can still taste it as I’m writing this. Eventually the uncut guy lubed up and fucked me from behind while I made out with his husband. So hot having the one guy fuck me while the other watched. I could feel my ass easing his dick in. I’m pretty tight so he took his time but once he finally was all the way in, he went to town. I could feel him fucking me deep and after about five minutes he got close and I told him to breed me. His husband started to leak precum and I licked it up, turned around and started to ride his dick. The uncut guy who just came laid down and I cleaned his cock and made out with him while his husband fucked me. He got close very quickly cuz I was still pretty tight. I felt him tense and as he shot his load in me I started to cum. After he filled me and pulled out we all made out, sweaty and naked. I got dressed and went back to my husband filled with two other guy’s loads.

Sorry for the delay. There are four more parts written. Part 3 The next guy walked to the bed and saw the plug. “How many loads so far?” and I told him. “Nice, I love sloppy holes.” He tugged at the plug, stretching my hole, but not removing it. He asked, “You party, pig?” I shook my head. “Say it faggot. Do you party?” I said I didn’t and he asked why. I told him I was too afraid. “Too bad.” He returned his attention to the plug, this time pulling it all the way out. As soon as the plug was out, he shoved two fingers in my hole. I felt the scrape of a shard; a BIG shard. I felt the burn start as he pressed it in to the wall of my ass. “What the fuck was that. What’d you do? “Relax boy, enjoy the ride. I told you you were not going to say no.” He kept his fingers in my hole, adding a third. As the shard really hit, I started to have trouble breathing, but my ass became majorly hungry. I began fucking myself up and down on his fingers. “You like what the T is doing to your hole?”a All I could do was groan and continue fucking his fingers. I felt a cold metal at my hole and realized it was his PA. Somehow my mind cleared briefly,remembering a fisting video I’d see of a guy taking a huge hand and cock in his ass. I wanted that. The fingers were removed, and the guy said, “let’s get you fully tweaked,” as he shoved another shard, not as big, but equally strong, up my ass. He then pulled his fingers out, and slid his PA and cock in my hole. He was thicker than any of the first guys and even with the shard running through me, I grunted from the stretch. I could feel the still melting shard get pushed deeper with his cock. He did not waste time. He began pounding my hole for all he was worth. I’m sure the PA was tearing me apart. I began pushing back to meet his thrusts, begging him to fuck me hard and to breed me. I heard a new voice, not having heard anyone come in. “Fuck man, pound him out.” The guy fucking me stopped and spoke to the new guy, though I couldn’t understand anything. Suddenly, the guy who was fucking me pulled out. I begged him to fuck me, but his response was telling me to shut the fuck up. I was waiting for the new guy to fuck me, but nothing happened. I was starting towery that they were leaving. “Where’s the blindfold?” the new guy asked. I told him and he tossed it on the bed, “Put it on.” When it was on I felt one of the guys get on the bed next to me. I then was pulled across his body so that I was straddling his dick. I knew it was the new guy, since there was no PA. T guy/PA guy asked the new guy, “you party?” He answered, “No, I get tested. But you can.” I felt another shard get pushed into my hole. This was as big as the first, and just as powerful. I started to lose control, begging the guy I was on to fuck me. “Ride my dick if you want it bitch.” I grabbed his dick, lined it up with my hole and dropped myself down. His was the biggest dick of the night. Easily 9” and thicker then the T guy. I lifted up and dropped down several times, enjoying the stretch from his dick. After several of these moves, he grabbed me by the shoulders, slamming me down as hard as he could. At first, I thought he was getting ready to cum, but they had something different in mind. With my ass ground into the crotch of the new guy, T guy came behind me and told me, “Lean down bitch. We have a surprise for you.” I leaned down, as much as I was pulled forward by the guy on the bed and pushed by T guy. I knew immediately what they planned and I whimpered to them to stop. I couldn’t possibly take both of their dicks. In almost unison, they told me to shut the fuck up. “Now it’s time to make that hole a cunt. We’re gonna stretch you to the limit.” I felt the PA at my hole and again begged them to stop. I was immediately smacked on the back of the head. “The only sound I want to hear out of you is your groans as I rip your hole apart. Do you understand?” This night had taken a turn I did not plan for. “Yes, Sir.” With that, the destruction began. The PA pressed against my hole

I must stress that this story is entirely fictitious, including the names and personalities of the characters. Among bareback gay porn aficionados, the name, face, and especially the monumental cock of Rod Rammer are almost as well known today as any of the legendary porn stars of the more distant past. You all remember him – don’t bother pretending you don’t. Yes, I’ve watched his films, and yes, I’ve jerked off while doing so. Yes, I’ve fantasized about being on the receiving end of that huge tool. Yes, I’ve dreamed of having that massive monster rearranging my guts, and yes, I’ve imagined the feeling of one of those signature 10-spurt cumshots filling me up to overflowing while those intense grey eyes stare at me with that trademark devilish grin spread across his handsome face. Yes, I’ve often thought it was unfair that one guy should be allowed to have it all like that. Yes, I’ve wondered why blind fate gave all of that to him, instead of spreading some of it around to the rest of us. What I didn’t ever expect was to find him looking me right in the eye as I crowded up to the bar at my favourite watering hole to order a drink. It was obvious right away that he was incognito. He’d disguised himself pretty carefully, obviously not wanting to get swarmed by legions of fans panting for some action. He’d covered his dark, curly hair under his hoodie, and deliberately wore baggy clothes to disguise his broad shoulders and slim waist. The one thing he couldn’t disguise was what caught my eye first as I looked for a clear spot to put down my foot next. There was no mistaking the size of the lump, which showed clearly even through slacks that were plainly two sizes too big. And then, when I looked up, there was no mistaking the eyes – or the look of fear, almost dread, in them. He wasn’t just incognito, then. He was desperately anxious to stay that way. Just as I reached that conclusion, he leaned close and said, “Don’t say anything – please.” “How about, ‘Let me buy you a drink.’ Is that okay?” He nodded and mouthed “Margarita” at me. I got two, then steered him out of the crowd in front of the bar and over to a quieter corner where there were a couple of free seats. He flopped into a chair with his back to the crowd of men in the club, and I sat down across from him. “Before you ask, I’m not working tonight,” he said, by way of an opener. “I guessed that. I’m Jim, by the way. Why are you here, then?” “Just needed to get out for a breather. Tomorrow, I have to work with a real creep on my current, uh, job (he emphasized the word with air quotes) – and I needed to get away from him for a bit. I was supposed to meet one of the crew here, but he ghosted me.” “His loss -- he got scared, huh?” “Story of my life, it happens all the time. If they only knew….” His voice trailed off. “What do you mean?” It was a sincere question. I sensed that he really needed to talk, and I was prepared to listen. Plenty of people have told me I’m a good and sympathetic listener. He still hesitated for a few moments, so I prodded him a little more. “You can tell me; I won’t rat you out.” He sat and thought for a minute, and then reached a decision. Leaning closer, he said, “I don’t want to talk about it here. Do you know someplace quieter where we could chat?” “I just live a block away.” He tossed back the rest of his margarita. “Sounds good. Let’s go.” I tossed mine back too, and then walked out of the club with Rod Rammer beside me – and nobody else in the place apparently aware of who’d just been that close to them or what a golden opportunity they’d all missed. Or had they? It seemed plain to me that the world-famous porn stud was hiding out tonight, but I wondered if the reason might have nothing to do with his career. We walked in silence down the street, around the corner, and into my building. It’s a third-floor walk-up, and I live alone – thank goodness. I’d never have dared bring him home if I had any gay roomies. I led him into my apartment and offered him a seat and a drink. “Thanks – but just a Perrier with ice if you have it. I can’t afford to drink too much the night before a shoot.” “Take it with lemon?” “Yes, thanks.” I set up the glasses with ice and lemon, opened the bottles of Perrier for both of us, and set them down on the table, then sat next to him. He poured some for himself, and then sat there, staring at the bottle as he turned it slowly around and around in his hands. I was already expecting his next question, and he went right where I guessed he would. “So, how did you spot me?” I pointed at the clearly visible lump in his baggy trousers. “Do you really have to ask?” He groaned. “There’s just no way to hide the damn thing. Let me tell you, it’s not a blessing, it’s a curse.” “That doesn’t stop half the tops on the planet from wishing they had one like yours.” “I know. Idiots have no idea what they’re wishing for. In films they have to pair me with bottoms whose holes are pretty much wrecked. I have no idea what a nice, tight newbie feels like because they all run screaming when they see it.” “I’d have run away when I was just getting started.” “You don’t know the half of it. Several studios have wasted time and money on at least 20 scenes that never got finished because the bottom lost his nerve and took off. But that’s not why it’s a curse.” “What then?” In his films, Rod Rammer was always an aggressive, take-charge, go for it now, and no hesitation kind of man’s man. Right now, though, the guy sitting beside me was so hesitant that it made him look like a completely different person – as I suppose he was. I was seeing the real man, not the screen persona. He took a deep swig of his Perrier. I waited. At last, he spoke. “It’s a job. The money’s good, and I earn it. I put in a good day’s work and the guys financing the films are as happy as pigs in shit. But, see, they don’t give a royal flying fuck if the people working in front of the camera are happy. It’s just “this is who you are, this is what you do” and no arguments. “And you’re not happy?” “No, I’m not. I go through the motions because it’s my job and I pride myself on doing that job thoroughly. I’ve been doing it for years, as you know. I’ve had some fun moments with some great guys, and some awful moments with some rotten ones. Everybody thinks I must be happier than a pig in shit myself because I get to fuck so often with so many world class studs and cute twinks under me. But I’m not happy. Truth is, I’m really getting fed up with the whole fucking deal.” “Because…?” One last long moment of hesitation, and then he let it out. “Because I really prefer to bottom.” I must have been staring at him with my mouth hanging open in shock because he went quickly on, the words spilling out as if he’d been holding them in far too long. “Yeah, I know, what kind of a weirdo nutcase am I, sitting here with the dick of death that so many guys dream of having, and I’d rather have someone else shove his dick inside my ass. But that’s it. I want to get fucked. Not just once, or twice – a lot. It’s so damn frustrating! Not one guy I hook up with will ever do it, because all they can think about is trying to get my cock inside their holes. And the studios? No way are they going to finance a movie with that in it. If it ever gets out that the Numero Uno Top Stud in gay porn is really a bottom at heart, my career is toast.” As he said that last bit, a few tears started trickling down his cheeks. He sucked in a deep, shaky breath. Wow. I sure hadn’t seen that coming. Any of it. But I picked up my cue quickly. “Come here. Closer.” I got my arms around him and hugged him, stroking his back to soothe him and help him calm down. He put his head down into my shoulder and I held him close. His shoulders quivered a few times, and I just said quietly, “Breathe. Breathe deep. It’ll help.” We sat like that for a few minutes while he slowly got himself under control. Then he lifted his head up and said, “Sorry for letting go like that.” “It’s all good.” He raised one hand, grasped my chin, and lifted my face until he could look into my eyes. I smiled, and then moved my lips to make contact with his. We kissed tentatively at first, then more deeply. As we kissed, I slid my hand down his back until I reached his ass. I squeezed it with my hand, and our kiss caught fire. I was kneading his buns firmly, and he had his hand clasped around my rapidly growing cock. But then he stopped and pushed me away. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can do this. Don’t get me wrong, I want you to do me -- but I can’t cum. I have to save that load for the creep.” I nodded my understanding. It made sense. I mean, you could come a few times the night before and still summon up some sort of money shot for the cameras – but a “Rod-Rammer-Ten-Spurts” money shot needed to be prepared carefully and saved for the real moment of truth. That didn’t bother me at all. I just went right back to kissing him, telling him between kisses to just let me know if he felt dangerously close and we’d stop. Then I began standing up, drawing him up with me. We walked down the hall to my bedroom and began undressing each other. And that’s when I got a feeling that I was stuck in some weird kind of dream. I mean, here I was, with the most famous (or infamous) giant piece of man meat in the gay porn industry staring me right in the face -- but the owner of that meat, the notorious Rod Rammer, didn’t want me giving his gigantic dick any of my attention. As much as I’d fantasized about getting that enormous thing inside me, I knew I wanted to -- no, needed to -- give him, just for once, the kind of sex which the man behind the screen name craved so badly. So, I spun him around, dropped to my knees, and buried my face in the tight crack between his small, curving ass cheeks. That was weird too. Somehow, his massive dick and equally huge reputation made him seem much bigger than he actually was. He had broad shoulders, yes, but they were almost disproportionately large compared to the rest of him. His waist was tight, and his butt cheeks looked almost twink-tiny. Once I got going, I stopped worrying about it. I’m versatile, I love bottoming and topping equally, and I was more than happy to have such a sweet ass begging for my attention. As I lapped and tongued away at him, he was moaning loudly above me, and muttering things like, “Jim, that’s incredible – don’t stop!” After a few minutes, I began prying into the hole with my tongue, twitching the tip to get him to loosen up and open. It didn’t take long. He might not get fucked that often, but he knew the drill just as well as I did, and knew how to relax and let his muscles loosen. Before long, I had my tongue digging right into his hole, alternately with my finger, which I twisted and corkscrewed around to loosen his neglected ass even more. At last, I felt he was ready. I stood up, grabbed my lube, and greased up my cock – then shoved a couple of lubed-up fingers inside him. He moaned again. “You ready?” “Damn right. Give it to me.” “Get on your back.” That’s my favourite position. I love watching a guy’s facial expressions, and looking into his eyes, connecting with him while I’m screwing him. On this night, making the connection personal and intimate was probably more important for this bottom than it had ever been with anyone I’d fucked before. Obediently, he laid down and hoisted his legs, pulling them back to his shoulders. It was a sight for sore eyes, with his hard dick stretching itself halfway towards his face. I don’t think that old expression, “the third leg,” had ever looked so appropriate. I knelt there, looking him over, and then moved the head of my respectable seven-incher to rest against his hole. He closed his eyes, and I pushed – gently, but firmly. The head popped inside quickly, to my surprise. But, hey, this guy was a pro and he knew how the game worked. I held it there until I sensed that he was ready for more, and then began to lean and push. Slowly, my entire length disappeared inside his tight ass. He was tight, no kidding. I could easily believe that he’d only ever been fucked a handful of times and hadn’t had a cock in him for years. I took it easy, pumping gently in and out while kissing him with full tongue, until I felt his hole begin to work with me. Then I began to pick up the pace. I used all the best techniques I’d mastered over the years, varying the speed, the angle, and the rhythm of my thrusts. His almost-virgin-tight hole was stroking my tool too effectively. I tried to think about anything else to avoid peaking prematurely -- the quarterly results from my company, the long-range weather forecast, the probability of a drought in coffee-growing areas -- but I just couldn’t stall the inevitable. This was going to happen. I was cumming -- and cumming very soon. “I’m gonna cum – where do you want it?” “Inside me, of course. Fill me up, give me your fucking load!” That’s all it took. My cock exploded inside his ass, pumping shot after shot of cum into him. I collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, my still-hard cock firmly lodged inside his satisfied ass. There was no doubt that he was satisfied; he was purring like a contented cat. I finally lifted my head, and we kissed again, repeatedly. Finally, I spoke. “I’m sorry I came so fast. I don’t know what got into me.” His reply: “Do you hear me complaining?” I had to laugh and admit that, no, I hadn’t been hearing any complaints. Then he added, “Besides, who said I’m letting you off with seeding me just once?” Okayyy. It took a while (hey, I’m not 19 years old anymore), but eventually my cock rose to the occasion and delivered a second load inside his sweet hole, after a much longer and more vigorous fuck that included a much greater variety of positions. I think he made the most noise when I spooned him, lying on my side behind him. I had my fingers locked onto his nipple, pulling and twisting as I drove my hard meat deep inside his butt. Then, when I rolled onto my back, he mounted up and rode me like there was no tomorrow, slamming his ass at top speed all the way down onto my cock and then pulling up until only the tip was inside him, over and over. At last, I could feel my load beginning to build up. I seized him around his chest and rolled until he was face down under me. A minute later, when I came, I was lying flat on his back with my arms wrapped around his body and my hips slamming down onto that sexy butt, driving my cum as deep inside him as I could reach. After that second climax, as I cooled down and then slid out, I realized that he was dozing off, and I looked at the clock – 1:15 am. I leaned over and murmured in his ear, “Stay with me tonight, okay?” He nodded, mumbled a sleepy “Thanks, Jim,” and checked out. I kissed the back of his neck, pulled the covers over both of us, and went to sleep, embracing him with his happy ass cushioning my satiated dick. Around 7 :30, I woke up to the unmistakable sensation of a hot mouth working on my dick. I stroked his head as he bobbed up and down and said, “Good morning.” “Goo morrn” was the response, a little mumbled, which wasn’t surprising as his mouth was kinda busy. It only took a few minutes before I felt my sperm rising again. I warned him that I was about to cum, and he redoubled his efforts until my morning load blasted off into his mouth, to be quickly swallowed. He came up, kissed me, and said with immense satisfaction, “That’s something else that the damn studios will never let me do!” He seemed a completely different man this morning, bright and cheerful, with a real (not faked) sparkle in his eyes. That made me feel good. And it nerved me to make a little request. “Can I get you to do a little something for me?” Immediately, he looked guarded and suspicious. “What?” “Nothing heavy or awful,” I said. And then I outlined my request. He demurred at first, but I assured him that it would only be for a minute, just long enough to take a no-faces picture. I had my camera in place on the tripod, as always, and ready to go. At last, he agreed. I dived onto his cock, sucking and slurping at it until it came up to full mast. I had to keep rising higher and higher off the bed to keep up with it. Then, I grabbed the lube, greased that pole and my ass, tossed the lube aside, grabbed the camera remote control, and proceeded to sit down on the most famous cock in gay porndom, facing Rod Rammer’s feet. I was only able to get about half of it into me, but that was enough. Two pictures later, I got a wet cloth and washed off his dick and my ass. Then I showed him the pics – and he agreed that they were discreet enough to keep him from getting in trouble with his current exclusive studio contract. The most important detail was that I had gotten the distinctive mole on the underside of his shaft safely concealed inside me before hitting the shutter button. We enjoyed a languid shower together – no more fucking or sucking, just a lot of pleasant sensual caressing with and without the soap. I quickly found out that, like me, he was really touch-sensitive in a lot of areas of his body, not only the usual main target zones. After a late, leisurely breakfast, he had to go – he was due on the location at 1:00 pm. We exchanged phone numbers, and then I asked him if he could tell me his real name. “My real name is Steve – Steve Rotherham.” It made me feel good that he trusted me enough to share that detail with me. As Steve, he suddenly became an entirely different person. I wished him well, and he kissed me goodbye warmly, saying, “I’d like to see you again, Jim.” “That would be great,” I replied. And, in truth, I had enjoyed our night together far more than I usually enjoyed one-night stands. But honestly, I never really expected to see him again. Six months later, his studio announced that the legendary porn star, Rod Rammer, was retiring “to pursue other interests.” I smiled broadly when I read that, certain that virtually no one among his legions of distraught fans, except myself, would have the slightest idea what those “other interests” might be. But I wasn’t surprised. I’d guessed it was coming from the moment when he’d buried his head in my shoulder while my arms wrapped around him and held him that night. I sent him a congrats and best wishes text message and got a quick “Thank you, Jim” in reply. After that, he dropped off the face of the earth. At least, that’s what the gay community thought. Last night, we were curled up in bed together after celebrating our fifth anniversary. Steve has changed his hair colour and gone back to his natural blond – which I love. He’s adopted a totally different, shaggier hair style and grown a mustache to replace his old scruff. He’s ditched his old contacts in favour of blue-tinted ones. It’s ironic, because he looks far more like an eighties porn star now than Rod Rammer ever did! He’s even found a brand of compression shorts that are strong enough to keep his one-eyed dragon under control as needed. It’s never seemed to occur to any of our numerous friends that he might possibly be familiar to them in another and quite different context. And we are both more than happy to leave it that way. As a couple, we enjoy a spectacularly successful sex life. We always love a good hot sixty-nine, either swallowing each other’s loads or exchanging mouth-to-mouth cum swaps afterwards. It’s been a real challenge to learn to take his huge dick down my throat – but, yeah, I enjoyed all the work and effort it took me to perfect that skill. I’ve gotten really smooth at finding multiple ways of pleasuring his ass, and I never tire of demonstrating. Steve, in turn, has gradually gotten over his deep-rooted aversion to any more topping and will give my hole a good, intense workout every now and again -- although he still prefers the bottom role. We’ve also gone on some overseas holidays which have led us into more than a few scorching three-ways with local guys. Once in a while, though, I will get a fit of the giggles when I’m pounding him and he’ll say, “Knock me up!” It always brings on a nutty mental image of Rod Rammer showing up for a film shoot, monstrously pregnant. The giggles can also happen when he is reaming me out and the ghost of Rod Rammer rises up in my imagination each time that massive cock pushes up inside me. He doesn’t even mind that anymore, because I’ve often said to him that Steve is a far more interesting and sexy person than Rod Rammer had ever been. I’m not lying, either, when I tell him that. As we cuddled together, on our fifth anniversary night, I finally asked him a question that had popped into my mind every so often. “Steve – what made you decide to trust me on that first night? I mean, we’d only met a few minutes earlier and you told me all about your feelings. Just curious.” He looked at me solemnly, and then replied, “You had more than one bottle of Perrier, and it wasn’t past the best-before date.” It took me a second to recognize that mischievous twinkle in his eye before he laughed heartily. “Jerk!” “And you love it, Jim – don’t pretend you don’t.” “That’s a smart-ass answer that fully deserves a good hard fucking.” “Go for it!”

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Is this what you like?

Young sailor, had a few encounters, but met a group in the hot tub who told me that I was cute and to come sit on their cocks. Obviously, I knew better, but invit d an older Cuban guy with a fat dick to meet me at the room in a few. He arrived, I sucked his cock and he grabbed my legs and made me feel like a real bitch. On his shoulders my legs were thrown over him and he pushed his hard big ass dick into me. I should have let him continue, but he didn't want a condom and I insisted. He pulled out and put on a condom super tight so it could break and jammed it back in. Damn, it felt good, he then aggressively flipped me over and started pounding deep. I didn't know at the time but he had removed the condom, this was the first time I had cum hands free with a cock and didn't know it was possible, as he put it in to the hilt, no mercy. I moaned like a good little bitch as I came and stayed in position so he could do his business. He thrusted hard and faster as I was pinned to the cheap sheet and mattress in that room, hands grabbing the linen wanting it to end, and he must have cum inside of me then.He pulled out, and I offered to suck him to cum, but he acted wierd about it. I noticed no cum in the condom and he quickly left. Afterwards, I smelled my fingers after touching my beaten down boy pussy and smelled cum. He blasted a fat load into me. I wish he would have hooked up later since he had done the deed, to pump me full of his cum on a daily basis. I still fantasize about that stealth load 12 years after the fact with him secretly breeding my ass.

On my back, legs spread wide is preferred but I do enjoy being able to reach behind me and play with a top's balls in doggy.

12. Tony woke up in the morning, arose, and dressed only in his underwear, walked down to the kitchen. Everyone was already there, and all were wearing only jockstraps. "Look who's up!" grinned Sam. "Are you ready for it?" laughed Danny, tossing Tony a jockstrap. "Fuck yeah!" exclaimed Tony as he pulled-on the jockstrap. They all led him to one of the guestrooms and threw him on the big bed with fresh sheets and surrounded him. Tony looked-up at the men, each of whom had dropped his jock, and each of whom was now stroking his cock. Uncle Rick, stroking his hard, veiny, eight inch cock, was first to approach Tony. A thick dollop of pre-cum was caught-up in the thick, black prince albert which pierced the head of Rick's cock. This was the first time Tony actually saw his uncle fully naked. He found himself overwhelmed by Rick's hot, muscular, fuckin' manliness. Oh, and the bar piercings in each of Rick's tits was an additional enticement, but the biohazard tattoo centered on Rick's left nipple finished the picture. Just as Tony started sucking his uncle's cock, he felt Sam's tongue on his hole. Somehow Tony managed to focus on servicing his uncle, sucking the tip, licking the entire length, fondling his balls, and eventually swallowing the entire cock, expertly working the cock. Tony was definitely distracted when Sam's cock, also pierced by a prince albert, began sliding into this ass. Soon enough Tony was whimpering, both is mouth and ass filled by two magnificent cocks, all the while his own rock hard cock was straining against his jockstrap as it leaked pre-cum. Sam was wildly fucking him and after a while, he started fucking more furiously. Tony reached back beneath him and grabbed him by the balls. That was it. Sam roared and blew a massive load of his highly viral cum into Tony's neg teen hole, even as Tony's cock bounced in his jockstrap. Tony's adventure wasn't, however, over as suddenly, he felt an another cock at his hole. This time the top was Duke. His six inch cock slid into Tony's ass quite readily as, admittedly, it was somewhat smaller than Sam's. Duke was fucking fast and he was sending Tony to overdrive, while he was sucking his uncle's thick, pierced cock. Duke took his cock out suddenly, only to slam it inside really fast and hard. Although Duke was mostly a bottom, he knew some tricks and decided to use some for this occasion. He didn't last long either: after a few minutes, he whimpered and moaned, feeling his cock shoot gallons of hot toxic cum inside Tony, adding to the mix of cum and blood inside. Next it was Danny's turn. He slammed his cock in right away, fast and furiously. Tony panted, still choking on his uncle's thick cock. Danny had no mercy. The fact, that just two weeks ago, Tony was rather a skinny teen with little experience when it came to sex and now, his boyfriends nephew was on his way to become a hot poz pig just turned him on so fucking much. "Fuck yeah! I'm getting close piggy boy. You want it? You really want my toxic cum?" To reply to Danny's question Tony had to release his uncle's cock, but his reply took the form of an imperative: "Fuck yeah! Fucking give it to me!" "Here it cums! HERE CUMS MY POZ LOAD!" Danny roared as, once again, he pumped Tony's ass full of poz cum. Tony's jock was soaked by precum by now. Danny, Sam and Duke stepped forward, each alternately presenting himself to Tony's tongue. Tony, of course, was eager to lick the cum off of each cock - cum which had coated each cock as it had torn-apart Tony's ass. As Tony did so, he felt his uncle's pierced cock at his hole and involuntarily moaned in bliss as his uncle slowly pushed himself inside him and started fucking his nephew's neg hole. The three men encouraged Rick to make his mark muttering "Oh fuck yeah, poz him up!" and another "Fuck him with that poz cock!" Tony also encouraged his uncle, saying "Fuck yeah, Uncle Rick. Poz me up finally!" "HERE. IT. FUCKING. COMES. Enjoy my poz load," roared Rick as his poz load exploded into his nephew's ass. Fittingly, at that exact moment Tony's big cock exploded inside his jockstrap, leaving it all wet and sticky. Afterwards Rick withdrew his cock from Tony's hole, replacing it with a butt plug, preventing the poz cum from leaking out. Seeing a trace of blood in the cum Rick grinned with perverse pride announcing "Looks like you'll get the flu by next week! Not next month!" That whole weekend, Duke and Sam stayed at Rick and Danny's house, each taking turns on Tony until their balls were completely drained of toxic cum. In addition, on Sunday they all went out again, got absolutely shitfaced and fucked all the way through the night. Tony skipped classes that Monday. The others had other plans with him that day anyway. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So what are you thinking? Was it good? I'm really curious to hear your comments.

if anyone wants to send me some used rubbers to swallow, I'll film it and post it as a private video on one of the amateur sites so you can watch.

Sometimes I regret it. I have had boyfriends complain and many a date comment that I am loose. One time two guys were whispering about me in the gym locker room after I got out of the shower. Later another guy told me they were talking about how big my hole is. It sort of advertises I am a slut. Sometimes I like having a pussy but I want my boyfriend happy.

Pt3 You're sitting on the bed, body is shaking with nerves thinking about what you just did. Looking around the room, you realize all the lights are still on. TV is still on. Jumping off the bed you start shutting off the lights. Grab the remote a turn the tv off. Walk into the bathroom and grab a hand towel leaving the light on you close the door until there is just a little crack of light. Grabbing the bottle of lube you usually use for stroking when watching xtube you place them on the bed. You walk to the door in a kind of trance almost like you are watching all this from another place, you open the door enough to unlatch it but still looks closed. You walk over to the bed and grab your laptop, shutting the lid. The room is dark except for the crack of light from the bathroom. Picking up your phone you open your email on it and hit refresh. Nothing from him yet. You lay on the bed naked, your cock hard under you. Body shaking with nerves. You refresh your email again and see he's replied. He says he's in the parking lot. What room number? You click reply and type the number in, but your finger is hesitating over the send button. It stays this way for over a minute as thoughts run screaming through your head. "This is what you want!" "I'm scared!" "You want this!". You click discard on the reply and see he has sent another one. He's in the lobby... Room #. Again you hit reply and type the room number, again the same battle plays in your head. This time though your finger moves and hits send. You realize what you have just done. There is no going back now. You lift your body up off the bed, arms are shaking so bad you can barely hold yourself up. You get your knees under you and can feel your thighs shaking. You ass is now in the air you can feel the cool are in the room on your hole and you feel the rush of how vulnerable you are in this position. Reaching forward you grab a pillow and put you face in it . Not even ten seconds go by and you hear the door to the room open, pulling your head up a little you see the light from the hallway flooding the room. Putting your head back down you hear him walking in, the door shutting. Your body is shaking like crazy with nerves, your legs feel like jello and you have to concentrate to keep them up and in position. Through all this you hear him removing his clothes. The sound of his shoes coming off mixed with his belt opening and the distinct sound of the zipper going down. You hear his pants hit the floor then what you take for his shirt coming off and joining his pants. You feel the bed move as he climbs up behind you. Then it happens, you feel his hand on your ass rubbing your cheeks up to your lower back. Your body jumps on the contact, but it also calms you to know that he's not just going to rape you right off. One hand slips down and starts to massage your balls and cock. While the other travels over your exposed hole, you hear yourself emit a little moan of please as he works your cock and balls. Then something happens that you have never even thought of. You feel the wetness of his tongue and the stubble of his beard on your ass, his tongue probes into your crack and makes contact with your hole. You jump a little with the sensation, but he grabs your cheeks and spreads them open, and you really feel his tongue on you. Licking your hole and slightly penetrating. You hear yourself groaning at the pleasure this brings you. Never expecting to feel this at all. The tension in your body starts to ebate and you feel everything in you start to relax. You feel the pressure of his tongue and you hole yields to it and you feel yourself open up to it. A little laugh almost escapes from you as you realize that some guy has his tongue up your ass, but then you feel him start to really work your hole with it and all thought just goes away, in its place the most primal feeling you have ever had in your life takes over. You want his cock in you! And you want it now! As if he can read your mind he pulls back and starts rubbing your hole again with his finger. Then you hear the top of the lube bottle pop open and your mind starts wandering again. You are thinking to yourself. "I am on a bed in a hotel room, lights off, naked with my ass in the air. There is a man behind me, ready to mount me. He is going to put his cock inside of me". You feel your whole body flush at this thought. You are giving yourself over to him for his pleasure. You feel your cock twitch at the thought of how primal this is, two men fucking. You are a man about to let another man fuck you. You are pulled back from your thoughts by a question from him, the first words spoken by either of us. You realize you didn't hear what he said so you ask him to repeat his question. He asks if you are still okay with bareback, without any hesitation you reply yes. You hear him stroking his cock with the lube, then feel his slicked up fingers on your hole getting it ready, you feel a finger enter you and you groan with pleasure at the feeling of it. Realizing what is going to replace the finger you start to tense up and the nerves start to take over again. You can hear him wiping his hand on the towel, then feel the bed move as he gets into position behind you. He starts to rub your ass again, his touch calming you a little. Then you feel it. The head of his cock brushes your hole. You tense up even though you know what's about to happen. He's still rubbing your ass with one hand while the other is holding his cock up to your hole. You feel him start to apply pressure and you think to yourself. No way it's going to fit in there. But then you feel your hole start to open for him. He keeps steady pressure and you realize the head has gone in, but it's stopped. He talks for the second time telling you to just relax and no tense up. He will take it nice and easy. You feel his word start to calm you a little. All the while he has kept the steady pressure going, you start to feel yourself opening for him. Little by little you feel your inner ring expand to let him in. You can feel his cock as it slowly starts to enter you. You feel him grab your hips as as he increases the pressure and your hole opens even more for him. Then next thing you realize, you can feel his body pressed up against you. He asks if you are okay, and you hear yourself saying yes. But in your mind you are saying, I just let a man I have never met put his cock in me raw. Part of you is so turned on at the thought, while another is freaking out. Before you can think of much more you feel himself start to move in you. Slowly pulling out and then pushing back in. You feel your hole start to relax and really open up for him. The pain you felt when he was pushing into you is being replaced with a feeling of fullness and also some pleasure. He starts to move a little faster. Pulling out then back in, with each stroke your hole opens more for him. He has one hand on your back while the other reaches around to feel your cock. You jump at the sensation, your cock twitches as he grabs it and strokes a couple of times. He leans back up and grabs your hips again and starts into a steady rhythm of fucking you. He starts to moan and tell you how good it feels to have is cock in a mans ass bare. And he does not know how long he can last as the feeling of it is getting him close. You tell him how turned on you are by the thought of making him cum and that you love the feeling of his raw cock in you. He grips your hips and tells you he can't hold out much longer, then asks you where you want him to cum. You hear yourself say "in me" before you even realize what you have said , he grabs your hips and pushes all the way in you and starts to moan. You feel the base of his cock throb and feel the wetness of his cum as he shoots it inside of you. You feel his cock moving in short little strokes as he fills your hole with his seed. He starts to massage your back as his orgasm subsides and he starts to move his cock in band out of you again, you can feel how slick you are from his cum inside of you. His cock lubed with it now. His breathing slowly returns to normal. Then you feel him pull out and chilled air in the room hits your hole. Then you feel something running down your balls and realize some of his cum has leaked out. You feel your whole body start to relax and realize just how tensed up you were. You slide forward to lay on your stomach, he lays not to you. He asks if that it okay. And that he knows that this was supposed to be anon cum n go, but really wants to make use I enjoyed it. You roll over on your side and tell him yes, you really enjoyed it. He tells you how much he liked it raw with you and it had been so long since had fucked anyone bareback. He gets up off the bed and goes into the bathroom to clean up. Then comes out, puts his clothes back on. You roll back on your stomach and he leaves. You lay there with a million thoughts going through your head. But the one that stands out the most both makes you feel satisfied and scared at the same time. You just let a guy that you have never met fuck you bareback, and you let him cum inside of you.