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Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. It wasn't based on any of my experiences either 😉 Unlike previous stories I've posted, it's not going to go on forever and there are only two main characters. There are only 7 parts. ------------------------------------ ---- Part 1 ---- My balls hurt, my dick hurt, I was exhausted and yet I'd never felt so alive. My whole body tingled in a good way that it hadn't since I spent that first weekend in college with Paul. He had just left to catch his flight back home with the last of the nine loads I'd given him that weekend safely plugged in his ass. I could feel his cum drip down my leg and it reminded me of all of those times we'd fucked over the past few years, almost daily when we were in school. We hadn't met face to face since we graduated over a year ago, but we talked and texted all the time. He took a job out west and I found one on the opposite side of the country. Now he was my ex, but we were still friends. While we had been boyfriends in college for three years, we also fucked other guys. I was more of a bottom and he was one of those 99% tops. I think I fucked him once the entire time we dated, every other guy I topped was either a hookup or a friend. Let me rewind a little, to where I think our reunion all began. I really liked my job and it paid more than I ever thought I would get as a fresh-from-school guy. It was a varied group of people and I'd made a few friends there. Some of them would meet on Fridays after work at a bar and chill out and I was almost always there. The project was coming to and end and one of the guys told me "just FYI, this is probably the last pub meet until the project ends. The next month is going to be brutal." A few of the other guys nodded and one, who I knew was the other gay guy on my project team, said "Yeah, only a few hours to sleep each day and no time to even jack off during your morning shower before you're back at work." The comment shocked me but I could tell from his reaction that he was telling the truth. It meant I really needed to find a hookup that weekend or else I would probably go crazy by the end of the project. I knew I couldn't last more than a week without at least some sexual gratification and a month would be hell. First, I needed to catch up on all the other boring shit so that I was prepared until I got my life back. A run to the megamart got enough frozen dinners and cans of soup, along with other necessities to last me for the next four weeks. Several other stops meant that I spent Saturday night doing laundry instead of looking for dick. I tried to fix that on Sunday though. Sunday had different ideas. Everyone seemed to want to chat or meet for coffee or wanted more pictures. It was a nice early summer day, but all the top guys wanted to stay in their homes surfing instead of fucking. As each hour ticked by, my search criteria got wider. It's not that I was really picky, but I usually had better experiences with guys my own age and size. I knew, though, that I needed to get fucked and the city was crowded with tons of other bottoms. I wasn't a model, but I thought I looked good and the time spent at the gym the past nine months had firmed up my physique. The six-pack was still a ways off, but my formerly twink shape was now getting some muscle in my arms and legs, and the rest was getting more defined. I was naturally smooth and I'd switch between a small trimmed bush I had now and shaved pubes around my average sized cut cock. Even my bubble butt was firmer than it had ever been. The longer I looked, the hornier I got. I even started looking at versatile guys, which in my experience meant that they topped only during a full moon. That's where I found him. His body had a few extra pounds and he was a few years older than me, but the cock pic is what got my eye. Eight inches of upward curving manhood that I bet would feel really good inside me. A few messages later told me that he'd checked out of his hotel and was hoping to fuck another ass before going to the airport for his flight home. While I didn't like inviting strange guys to my apartment, if I wanted dick from this guy that's what I'd have to do. There weren't any other good possibilities, either. He was even more generic when he showed up. No infectious smile, no jewelry, no ink, just a pair of big brown eyes that seemed to be looking deep into my soul. Oh, and a silly little soft mustache over his lip that really didn't fit his face. But it was his dick that I wanted. A couple minutes later, we were both naked and I was sucking on his cock. The curve made it hard to deep throat in the position he seemed to like, but I got it slick with my spit and was soon on my knees on the bed. He hard fucked me doggy for a while, which was surprising since he was so quiet otherwise. After drilling me like that for fifteen minutes, he tossed me on my back and fucked a little softer for another fifteen minutes. I remembered looking up at his big brown eyes as he pumped the first of three loads of cum inside me and I realized he had fucked me bare. I never did that with hookups, but we were both really horny and the subject of condoms never came up. It had turned me on though, since as soon as I felt the first spurt of his cum, I shot my own surprisingly big load over my chest. A quick rest and we started up with round two which was nearly the same as round 1. It repeated again for the third time, but while the time was shorter, the load felt just as big. Two hours later, he walked out of my apartment to catch his plane and I laid there feeling my hole ache from the abuse it had just taken. It wasn't long and I was sound asleep. Monday morning, I woke up and hit the bathroom. A small bit of cum dribbled out of my ass and when I got off the toilet, I looked in the bowl and there were a few splotches of red inside the cream floating in the water. With as sore as my hole was, I wasn't really surprised. I realized I had to get showered and off to work for the "final push" to finish the project on time and not piss off the customer. The next few weeks were a blur. Sixteen hour days were the norm and we worked the first two weekends just like they were weekdays. A few nights I even slept at work and we all joked about wearing the same clothes for a few days at a time. None of the guys shaved the entire time and we all looked really scruffy after the first week. Some of the guys had pretty decent beards by the end of the second week and I was surprised at how good I looked with facial hair. The task list was down to only a few items by Wednesday on the third week and I was just helping out other people. Thursday morning I woke up feeling really rough and sweaty. I took a long shower and made it to work a little late. As the day wore on, I felt worse and worse. Friday morning I felt like death, but I knew corpses wouldn't ache like I did. "Corey, you look like hell. We're almost done, go home and get some rest. You really worked your ass off these past three weeks and I appreciate it. But... no sense killing yourself. Recharge those batteries and we'll call you if we need you" my boss said, keeping some distance between us in case I had something contagious. I went back home and by noon I was sound asleep. I woke a few times, always sweating and feeling sore all over. Saturday was the same except the glands in my neck were swollen and hard, and I had a few places on my body covered in rash. I had always slept naked but now I was varying between feeling frozen and boiling, so either I was on top of the covers or buried deep under every blanket I owned. Sunday was more of the same but I was starting to feel a little better. By evening, I could even eat one of the two dozen cans of soup I'd bought. I had just finished one when my phone rang. "Shit... I hope it's not work" I thought to myself. "Hey, dude! I was about ready to send out a search party. I haven't heard from you for a few weeks and you never returned my calls" Paul said with a mixture of cheerfulness and concern. "I feel like shit. Been living at work trying to finish a project and I guess I ran myself down. Been home sick since Friday" I replied. "Damn, that sucks. You should be out enjoying the warm weather and guys in speedos, looking for the biggest bulge" Paul replied with a chuckle. "Fuck, I haven't had time to even think about sex. Good thing I hooked up with that guy before work took over my life" I told Paul, trying to remember what the hookup looked like and all I could remember was his cock. Paul replied "Good. Hope he was a fun fuck. It's been a week since my last and my dick is getting hard when I see almost any guy." I laughed but my chest still hurt and the rash was even bigger than it was on Saturday. "Yeah, strange but good. Broke my condoms-only rule for hookups but he was pretty good. Fucked me hard doggy and then flipped me on my back and was slower and more sensual until he built up speed and then came by the gallon. We did that three times before he took off" I explained. "He bred you three times in one day? I think I only did that a couple times with you. He must have been one hot dude for you to give it up like that" Paul replied. He knew I usually played safe with anyone other than a boyfriend. "Nah, pretty plain, actually. Nice dick and these big eyes that he stared at me with while he fucked me on my back. Pretty quiet too, just a loud growl when he shot his load. He had a weird grin on his face after the last shot and before he pulled out. All I expected was a pump and dump, but I won't complain about two hours of good sex" I replied, before I drank more water and still felt dehydrated. "Oh? Sounds like a memorable fuck, even if the guy wasn't. Uh... what are your symptoms?" Paul asked. He sounded really curious, which I thought weird but I told him how I had felt. The more I talked he'd keep responding with "hmm" or "mmm." Another chill ran through my body and I pulled the blanket back over me. "Uh... Corey... I think you should probably get tested. That hookup might have given you more than a good time. Those symptoms sound close to what I've heard you get when you convert to being HIV positive" Paul told me. "What? No... It was just a regular fuck. It didn't feel any different... other than he was better than most hookups" I said, my mind spinning at warp speed. "Yeah, maybe. No harm in finding out. Wait until you're feeling better and hit a clinic or your doc. Nothing to freak about, anyway" Paul responded, casually. All I said was "OK" as I started to freak out, but quietly. "I gotta go. Let me know what happens" Paul said before hanging up. Monday I still felt like crap and my boss was understanding. "Just get better, there's only a couple people here and the rest are catching up on sleep from the past few weeks. Oh, and the customer is really happy, so it wasn't in vain" he said. Wednesday I finally felt good enough to go to work and by Friday I was almost back to normal. Paul's words still haunted me and I wondered what I should do. The next Tuesday after work I went to a clinic up in boystown that did free STD testing. I had been there before and was a little more relaxed than the first time I went, but still nervous. Friday I went in to get the results. I was stunned and just wandered home and collapsed on the couch for the next few days.

THE HOLE As we stepped into the warm, dimly lit room, the smell of sweat hit us. Everyone was shirtless and most guys were not wearing pants - jocks, booty shorts, underwear. A sea of men overwhelmed the room. Nic grabbed me and pulled me over to the bar. Next to it was a table with a clothes check. We looked at each other and immediately started unbuckling. I take my jeans off and Nic drops his shorts. Both of us bulging in our jock straps while we handed the guy our clothes. We move to the bar, standing face to face, angling toward the bar. Both of our smooth swimmer jock asses exposed and guys are not shy about grabbing us, running their hands along our backs, and grabbing the band of our jocks. We both get beer and move to the back of the room. Standing face to face against a wall, drinking our beer and taking in the room. Me – I fuckin’ love this place. Nic – Me too. I’m so fucking glad we came here! Me – Me too. Glad we’re here together. Nic – Same bro. I’m so glad you’re into this kind of place. Me – I’m into everything about this place! We both laugh. We’re loving the attention and gently press our bulges together. Nic – I think we’re going to get into trouble here. Me – Oh, how much trouble? Nic – Loads of trouble. Nic grabs my harness, jerking me toward him, pulling me in for a kiss. I eagerly kiss him back, responding to his tongue and running my free hand down his side. His entire body is absolutely perfect. Nic – So you really like being a slut, Braden? I nod at him, grinning. I kiss him again. Nic looks over at a hallway off to the back of the room, next to the bathroom. Nic – Let’s see what kind of slut you are. Me – Hell yes, as long as you come with me! Nic – I wouldn’t miss it! We finish our beer and leave the glasses on the bar. As we walk toward the hallway by the bathroom, I can feel everyone looking at us. It might only be in my mind, but I can sense it. Nic holds my hand as we walk into the small dark room. As he squeezes it, I feel the amazing joy of his touch with the excitement of what I am about to do. I can tell he is just as excited as I am and I love that I don’t have to worry about being judged. He wants me to be a nasty slut and I really want to see how far he’ll go. The room is busy and it’s dark, but not too dark to tell what’s going on. A couple guys fucking in the corner, some oral, and one guy is getting whipped with his hands tied to the wall. We are immediately surrounded by guys. I grin at Nic and drop to my knees. I open my mouth and pull the first cock I see over to my lips. Immediately taking it into my mouth, I suck it down my throat. Looking up, I see Nic making out with the guy I’m blowing. His thick cock tastes amazing and I grab a dick to my right and reach for Nic’s cock with my left hand. He helps me out, pulling his cock from his jock and slapping it on my face. I pull off the guy I’m sucking to get at Nic’s cock. I look up at him as I slowly take his beautiful 8-inch dick into my mouth. He looks down at me, smiling. Nic – Yeah Braden, fuckin’ suck my dick you slut! Nic moans out as I take his cock right into my throat. His beautiful smooth teen cock tastes so good. So fresh and delicious. The precum is sweet and flowing. I bob up and down on his cock for longer than I realize. He pulls my head off his cock and slides down to meet me on his knees. We kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths. I can feel guys running their hands over me, through my hair, and I feel a finger probe my ass. Nic – You had me too close to cumming. I don’t want to shoot this first load too soon! Me – Fair, but I definitely want to make you cum. Nic – Oh you will. Now suck that cock! Nic pushes my mouth onto the closest dick and takes another in his mouth. Both of us are on our knees, side by side, sucking dick with our backs pressed against the wall. Nic pulls his mouth off the dick and strokes it, looking at me. I do the same. He leans over and wispers in my ear. Nic – You look so hot with your mouth on that random dick! Nic is sucking some fit daddy and I have my lips pressed into a mid-30s cub with a hairy body. Great uncut dick, leaking tons of precum. Nic stands up. I do the same. We both stand face to face with our hands on each other’s harnesses. I feel hands on my hips and someone presses a bottle of poppers between me and Nic. We both lean in and take a deep hit. I look down and see someone holding Nic’s waist. I feel a hard raw dick slapping my lower back and running along my ass. Nic smiles and nods at me. Nic – Fuck Braden, you gonna do it? You gonna let him fuck you bareback? Me – Mmm, is that what you want to see me do? Take this guy’s cock? A couple guys nearby groan and moan, hissing “fuck yeah!” and “Do it you sluts!” I look around and there is a thick wall of guys shoulder to shoulder watching us. Nic and I stare right into each other. Me - I want it! Nic – Oh fuck, Braden, he’s in me! I feel the cock behind me pressing on my hole. I relax, letting him in. He slides in with a steady push and bottoms out. I groan, feeling the perfection of a random raw dick starting to fuck me. Me – Fuck yeah babe, he’s in me too! Fuck that feels so good! Nic – Fuck yeah Braden, take that raw dick you slutty faggot! We stare into each other as we both get fucked. I moan. Nic moans. I feel the sweaty hairy belly of the guy fucking me, grinding on my smooth, slick back. It feels perfect. I love that I’m not even looking at the guy fucking me, just starring right back at Nic. Watching him take it like a very experienced slut. Guys are jerking off around us, some are slapping their cocks on our hips, smearing precum on our jocks. My mouth slightly open, moaning as I milk the raw dick that is pounding my hole. Me – Yes, fuck me! Oh give me that dick, please! HARDER!! My harness is grabbed and I’m shoved forward, my head slamming into Nic. Our faces pressed together hard, and we love it. I take his tongue in my mouth and we both moan into each other. The guy fucking me slaps my ass, hard. I yelp as he does and slams into me harder, turning me to face the wall. I put both hands up to the wall and look to my right, seeing Nic’s smooth fit body being used by a gorgeous black muscle daddy. The guy fucking me grabs my hair, pulling it hard as he long strokes in and out. Hissing at me, he asks “You want me to cum up your ass, you fucking slut?” I just moan and push back on his cock. Nic – Fuck yeah, shoot your load into that faggot’s hole. Unload in him…he loves it! The guy fucking Nic leans over and says something into his ear, but I can’t tell what it is. Nic – Yeah man, I don’t care. I don’t think he does either. Braden, you want this guy to pump his cum deep in your ass, right? Me – Fuck yes! I want it! Nic – Cause you’re a nasty cumdump that let’s anyone cum inside you? Me – Hell yes. Mmmm I love taking loads, babe! Nic – Fuck yeah, you bitch! You take any load no matter what, right? Me – Fuck yeah. Always! Nic – Fuck yeah you do, you dirty fucking skank! Man, I love seeing you like this! We both moan, grinning at each other, milking the raw dicks that are using our holes. Me – Fuck yes, please cum in me. Pump your load deep into my fucking guts man. I want you to! Nic – Oh fuck yeah, do us both. Fucking blow it in us, please! We need it! The guy fucking me spits on my cheek and screams out. Grabbing my harness and jerking me back hard, he groans and slams in, holding his cock hard inside me. I can feel his dick throbbing, making my body melt while he shoots his load balls deep inside me. I look at Nic and we’re both moaning. The guy fucking my date is clearly cumming inside him right now. We both nod at each other. After about a minute they pull out of us. I immediately drop to my knees and turn. Both of them put their cocks in my face. Eagerly, I clean them off. Nic smiles down at me, watching me lick both of the cocks that just bred us nice and clean, tasting four different flavors of cum and ass. Without saying anything, they both turn and walk away. I stand up and the crowd seems to just naturally pull us deeper into the room. We are moved toward two parallel benches. I step away from Nic and kneel down on a bench. Nic does the same. I look over at him as I feel a guy step up behind me. I don’t even look to see who it is. I’m just looking at Nic, seeing a guy step up behind him too. As if they did it on purpose, both of them push their raw dicks into us. Sliding easily into our cunts. We moan and smile at each other. A couple dicks are pushed into our faces. We turn our heads to open our mouth and start sucking. The fucking is intense and hard. The dick pushing into my throat is hard. My hair grabbed as this sleazy looking bald guy starts to fuck my face. I moan, loving the taste of his bumpy dick, working his piss slit with my tongue, worshiping his cock. There is so much precum, it’s hard to believe. He’s moaning a lot. Then suddenly, without any noise or words, his cock erupts in my mouth, shooting cum down my throat. I eagerly suck it all down and then feel another load of cum spraying my face. The cock in my ass shoves in hard and throbs. The cock from my mouth pulls out, followed by the one from my ass. I feel empty. But it is only a couple seconds until I feel the familiar push of another dick at my ass. I let him in right away and he sinks in balls deep. I open my mouth and take the next dick into my throat. Blissed out, I continue. Loving every second. Every taste. Every feel. Begging for every load. To be continued…

The guy who snickers at you in front of his friends now won't be snickering later that night when he's got you bent over in a dark corner, your ass is gripping his cock like a vise, and he's seconds away from nutting inside you. Regardless of what men say, they appreciate easy sexual outlets. Think of what it means for you to satisfy 10–20 men each week. After you've made them cum, they are ready to go back to being good husbands/boyfriends, good dads, good workers, etc. During crises like the one we are living through now, there's always glowing talk about "heroes". To me, bottom sluts who provide satisfaction to lots of men are the unsung heroes who keep society running.

Okay, Karen. I'm sure management is on the way.

Part 4: The Mystery Man Reappears Over the next week or two, Jake and Sean became practically inseparable. Both in public and in private. They came and went from work in Jake’s sleek sportscar, and inevitably ate lunch together in Jake’s office, giving rise to a great deal of comment (some of it jealous) among other members of the staff. The post-work visits to The Corner continued, twice a week at least, and caused even more jealousy. Numerous patrons who’d had their eye on Jake for a while were dismayed to find that they’d suddenly been cut out of the chase by the hot young stud with the killer Asiatic face and lean, muscular runner’s body. Back in Jake’s apartment, a whole array of 24/7 cameras could scarcely have captured a moment when they weren’t attached to each other -- in some way or other. Sean continued creating incredible meals for dinner each night, but the rule about the kitchen not being big enough for two men seemed to have gone by the wayside. It wasn’t at all unusual now to find Jake helping out by washing the veggies while rubbing elbows with Sean at the chopping board. Or perhaps he’d be stirring a pan full of savoury sauce with Sean draped over his shoulder, “just to make sure that you’re doing it right.” After dinner, they would cuddle up to watch a game or movie, or just sit and talk for hours. Or start the evening with an early shower. The guest bathroom and bedroom had been tidied up and put back in order for the next guest. Now, they showered together in the master suite, taking turns soaping and rinsing each other, or splashing each other in the face, or kissing. Or groping cock and grabbing ass. Or sucking and fucking. Then, after they’d towelled off, they’d retire to bed for more kissing, sucking, fucking, and breeding. Jake had always had a high level of sexual endurance, but Sean was really testing him to his limits. The younger guy was a damn satyr -- always horny, always hard, and always eager for another round. One night, after he’d worn out Jake’s hole for three loads, Jake asked, “How the hell did you ever get such great grades in college if you were always busy fucking up a storm every night?” Sean looked at him, quite seriously for once, and said, “It never got this crazy in college. I guess I was just never this turned on before.” The guys found that they were falling easily into a routine in other areas of their life as well, from trips to their respective gyms to shopping. All this time, no further news reports had surfaced of young men being abused, assaulted, or injured. The guy who’d had to be taken to the hospital was released and recovering at home, as the news reported. Jake had begun wondering if the assailant had left town or had been picked up by the police on another and unrelated charge. It didn’t seem unlikely, somehow. All the same, he kept his guard up in public, and did his best to remain publicly visible in company at all times. Of course, having Sean in the role of “company” wasn’t hard to take at all. The younger man was still an awe-inspiring piece of eye candy, and it was kind of fun to walk along the street and watch all the other gay men’s heads swivelling at the sight of such a hot-looking couple. Daddy and his Boy they most certainly were not, although some of the more sarcastic onlookers no doubt made snide comments to that effect. Jake couldn’t help wondering, though, what would happen is Sean decided that it was time to move back to his own apartment. The very next night after Jake first had that thought, as it happened, Sean said to Jake (during another extended shower), “My ass feels back to normal now. Do you think you’re ready to wreck it for me?” “I don’t want to ruin your hole again, but I’ve been ready for your ass ever since the day you were hired. Turn around.” Obediently, Sean spun around and planted his hands against the wall. Jake slid right up against him, wrapping his arms tightly around that lean, hard body and sliding his dick into the crack between those firm, round ass cheeks. Sean moaned. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck, that cock feels good in my crack.” He humped outwards with his hips as Jake began sliding up and down, rubbing his hard tool against Sean’s muscle butt. Then, he let go, slid all the way down onto his knees, and finally got to taste the hot young guy’s ass for the first time. Damn, I’ve died and gone to heaven – that was the thought that ran through Jake’s mind as he slid his face deep into the furry crack, teasing the hole with his tongue. Kissing, licking, and sucking, Jake worked from side to side and up and down, going all around the tight hole and then digging right into it. It was over two weeks since the Mystery Man, as they now called him, had shredded Sean’s ass with his brutal assault, but Jake was hearing nothing but pleasure from his young friend and that convinced him, more than any words, that Sean was ready to take what he was dying to give. He redoubled his pressure on the hole, and slid his tongue inside, stabbing inwards with it like a miniature sneak preview of the main event to follow. Sean moaned aloud, “Fuck, yeah,” and pushed his ass back even harder against Jake’s tongue. Jake kept working that tongue in and out of the hole until it began to loosen and open, then stood up and reached over Sean’s shoulder to the toiletry rack – and the small tube of lube waiting there alongside the shampoos and lotions. First, he applied some to his fingers and slid them in, one at a time, pushing, twisting, and sliding. Sean was rising up on his toes, arching his back, doing everything he could to get something more, something bigger, inside his hole. Jake then drizzled some lube on his rock-hard dick and pressed it against the tight little hole. To his surprise, it opened readily and let his head in – then clamped down hard as soon as he got part of the shaft inside. Undaunted, he started rotating his hips to work his cock into that tight hole like a corkscrew – and it worked. The eight-inch shaft slowly vanished inside Sean’s super-tight butt, bit by bit, until the whole thing was buried inside him. Jake wrapped his arms around Sean again and began teasing his nipples as he slowly drew his cock back out, then sank it all in again. Sean moaned aloud as Jake worked his cock in and out. Jake muttered, “Damn, can’t remember when I’ve had to work so hard to screw a tight ass.” Sean came back quietly with, “I just figured I should make you work for it.” With that, Jake suddenly and forcefully slammed his tool all the way in, making Sean cry out. “That game works both ways,” he whispered wickedly in Sean’s ear. Sean was now panting audibly as Jake began pumping harder and faster. His fingers were clawing at the wall as if he was afraid of losing his grip and falling down. The water continued pouring over them, and Jake’s hips made a wet smacking sound every time they hit Sean’s cheeks. Jake could tell this was going to be a quick first round for the evening. His breath was coming in shorter gasps too, as he drove harder and harder, whipping in and out of Sean’s hole and building up towards an epic breeding. Sean could tell too. “Fuck, Jake, that’s terrific – don’t stop, you’re gonna make me cum.” “I’m going to be right there with you. You better be ready for the old man to breed your hot young hole.” “Yeah, fuck, yeah, give it to me! Give it….” Sean’s words trailed off into a wordless guttural cry as his cock leaped up and shot cum right up the shower wall above his head. It kept pulsing and pumping out his seed as Jake drove in the last few high-speed strokes, his hips a flying blur as he slammed in and out and then gave a loud yell himself, thrusting as far in as he could go, forcing his cock deep inside and firing blasts of seed right up into Sean’s tight young guts. It took a few minutes for their breathing to return to normal. At last, Jake turned off the shower, and then slowly extracted his still-hard cock from Sean’s ass. A stream of cum poured out after it as the well-fucked hole took its time to close. Sean slowly turned around and leaned back against the wall, a dazed, all-gone look on his face. “You okay, Sean?” Slowly, the younger guy answered. “My hole’s fine. And me, I’m a lot more than okay. I’ve never had a sensational fuck like that before and I’ve never cum hands-free when I’ve been bottoming. If I’d known it could be this amazing, I’d have been doing it a lot more often.” “That’s just the way I felt, the first night you sneaked into my room and fucked me.” They both chuckled. Jake picked up the towel, but instead of dropping it into Sean’s outstretched hand, he began drying that athletic body himself. It seemed only fair, then, for Sean to grab the other towel and return the favour once Jake was finished. There was also a lot of kissing going on while they dried each other off. They went to bed, then, and passed some more prolonged time kissing and stroking each other until both of their cocks began to refill for a second round. This time, Sean felt like mounting on top of Jake and riding his cock, facing his partner while Jake lay back and enjoyed the view. The view was pretty awesome, and that was no lie. Sean had an amazing way of curling his abs each time he pulled up, so his shoulders remained still but his hips still rose and fell on Jake’s tool. Watching those abs flex each time Sean rose up was a real sight for sore eyes. Watching Sean’s impressive cock bouncing in front of him, rock-hard and dripping pre-cum, made just as fine a spectacle. Jake let him have his way for a while, but then he began to concentrate on the sensation of that tight hole stroking his dick, and decided it was time to take charge again. He grasped Sean’s hips and held them still while he began driving his cock straight up into the younger guy’s ass, pounding his hole vertically while Sean grabbed his own tool and began jerking it like a madman. Once again, they came right together, Jake’s load pumping up into Sean’s colon while Sean fired his cum all over Jake’s face, pecs, and abs. After he’d exhausted his supply of cum, Sean collapsed across Jake’s chest, while Jake’s cock slowly softened and then slipped out of his overworked ass. Jake wrapped his arms around Sean’s chest while they kissed some more, and then slowly rolled onto his side until they were lying side by side again, still kissing and stroking each other’s sweat-sheened bodies. After a time, Sean finally got sleepy. Jake lay awake a little while after Sean fell asleep, thinking. He was no fool. He realized that the younger guy was falling for him – and he was enough of a realist to admit that he was falling in love too. What he couldn’t decide was if he was an old fool for falling for a younger man, or if this really was meant to happen. On Friday of that week, they were sitting at their usual booth seats in the corner of The Corner, working through their drinks and not talking about anything major -- when Sean suddenly tensed and grabbed Jake’s hand across the table. He leaned closer, and said quietly, “Don’t make a noise, but just turn slowly around and look who walked in the door.” Jake turned and looked. The first thing he noticed was what was recognizably his own face, looking around the bar. He quickly scanned down and recognized that the stranger was the same height as him, but heavier through the waist and hips – not with overweight, but with the sort of strength that comes from doing hard manual labour for years. As the man’s eyes swept towards him, Jake turned back to Sean, who was shrinking into the corner, trying to stop the man from seeing him. He didn’t need to say a word for Jake to know at once that this was the Mystery Man who had all but raped Sean in the woods, an event which had led Sean and him to become a couple. And – impossible as it seemed – the Mystery Man looked just like he could be Jake’s twin brother.

I'd had one disastrous relationship that ended with the partner dying at 32 from alcoholism induced liver failure. After that soul wrenching experience I was not keen on looking for or having any other relationship beyond the string up hookups I was used to. My current partner I met totally by accident at Furry Weekend Atlanta (yes, I am a pup and a Furry) and he wound up being one of the guys to come help me move to Atlanta in mid-2019 after I sold my house in Chattanooga. We really hit it off and started hanging out. By the time DragonCon rolled around several months later we decided to call it boyfriends and everyone that knew us all went "it's about time you two figured it out." We now live together and I couldn't be happier. We both reject Xian sexual monogamy as unnatural and unhealthy and he even been the camera guy on some of my porn shoots. It's great to have someone to come home to and to pal around with and even have sex with. We still enjoy casual sex with other guys--sometimes together, sometimes apart--though I am way more promiscuous than he is, and he is not only fine with it, he encourages it.

KEVIN ************** I didn’t deserve Thomas Andrew Brickmann, I felt unworthy of the vastness of his love for me. I promised myself, after The Kiss, that I would never betray his trust in me by forcing myself on him, and I was content to receive what he felt he could give. I let him decide the limits, the boundaries beyond which I wouldn’t stray. The last four and a half months were more than I could ever ask for. He touched me, hugged me, kissed my cheek, every single day. He went out of his way to find me on the days we both were busy. He listened on those rare occasions I needed to say more than five words in a row. He somehow knew the times I didn’t need to speak (which was my usual ) just sitting beside me quietly watching my face, running his hand through my long hair. I think he liked my hair. After he met Carol, I tried to give him his space, but he never allowed it, seeking me out wherever I hid. I went on way too many dates with them, but because he was Tom, with that bottomless pit filled with love, kindness, self-awareness and concern, I never once felt like I was on the outside. I wondered often if that part of him would survive the Army. I have no idea what he saw in me, or why he always told me I was hot, which felt kinda strange to hear my straight best friend calling me hot. But I was grateful. Especially because he looked like he did. I guess he thought I suffered from low self esteem, which I didn’t. I never corrected him because it made me feel good when he said it. He wasn’t thick and meaty like me, he was like a panther, all sleek muscle, graceful movements, no unnecessary bulk. I think my single thigh was only slightly smaller around than his 28 or 29 inch waist. His thighs were perfect ellipses that reminded me of a motorcycle gas tank, wider at the top and tapering down to his knees. His chest was a work of art, an horizontal archer’s bow, recurved, the tips of which flowed effortlessly across his armpit to become his amazing delts. From the side his upper back curved out equally to his chest, pulling in drastically to his flat stomach and back, before flaring out again to the round, tight melons of his ass. His hair was brown, but not as dark as mine, and he kept it short on the sides and back. The top was only long enough to comb over with a precise part, maybe an inch long at most. He told me his dad was military so he’d grown up getting haircuts on base and trendy hair didn’t feel or look right on him. When he felt any emotion, he turned various shades of pink and red. I learned to identify them all, I always knew what he was feeling. Happy was the barest flush, just a tinge on his cheekbones and forehead. Anger was a deep red, near blood like, but I only saw that once. Tom wasn’t angry, he didn’t have it in him. Embarrassment turned him the most adorable pink, over his entire head, even his combed part. Disgust made his temples, nose and chin flare up like cherries, which is how he silently looked at his former best friend, who called him a faggot when the news of our Kiss caused everyone to believe Tom was gay. I hated that. Tom never said he wasn’t, he said he didn’t feel the need to correct anyone’s foolish assumptions. If they wanted to know the truth, they could ask him politely. There were plenty who asked… but none who asked in earnest, polite words. They were asking for gossip, all of them. He just gave them all the stare. The stare that said they were gone, choosing to make them disappear from his reality. It was fascinating to me, to watch him disappear them, his eyes clearly showing there was nothing there for him to see, looking right through them. I don’t know how he did it, but everything but them existed for him. He’d turn to me and say something, his eyes smiling. He wasn’t upset, hurt or angered by it, how could he feel those things about nothing? Never a hint of color on his smooth angular face. It took him two months to disappear his former best friend. That betrayal must have been unbearable for the disappearing to take that long. Tom never spoke about it, even when I asked. “You’re the only best friend I need to talk about, Kev.” But love, that was the softest shade of deep pink, almost matching his lips. And those lips, that mouth. He always said his mouth was too big, but it wasn’t. It was wide and full, so expressive. He could get a tennis ball inside, he showed me once. But it matched his head. And his large, hooked, proud Roman nose. And his deep brown eyes like the richest earth. What he didn’t know, what I never told him, was that I found my own place in that kiss. Where he said he disappeared, I felt more real, more solid. I felt more ‘me’ than I ever thought I could be. That was Tom’s gift, I think. He could make anyone be the most solid version of themselves they could ever achieve. He found places in me I never knew I had, that Saturday night. My 18th birthday celebration he released me. “Set me down.” I told him. He effortlessly released my legs while he still held my entire weight with his left arm across my back. My legs slowly found the floor. Damn he was strong. Then he let me go and went to stand next to Carol. I had to admit, she was pretty. Slender, athletic, sleek, and just as tall as Tom. Their crotches lined up perfectly, her breasts in line with his pecs. I could see both of their nipples were hard beneath their shirts. Carol’s long blonde hair was always in a ponytail and tonight was no different. I’d never seen her with a face full of makeup like so many other girls. She wasn’t a fragile porcelain doll. She was all life and confidence, outgoing but not over the top. She went with the flow, just like Tom. I guess that’s why they made such a great couple. They say opposites attract, but Tom and Carol put a lie to that. Oh, did you think I was going to describe her tits, her legs and her butt for you? Okay, she had all three. They were nice I suppose, for a girl. Tom looked at her, then turned back to me raising his eyebrows and grinning. “Well? My dick is about to shoot in my shorts. How about Carol teaches you how to give a right proper blowjob to start out? Using my dick for practice, of course.” That was Tom, always knew exactly the right thing to say to me, to put me at ease. The reason my nerves were shot all day wasn’t because I was scared about sex with Tom, it was because I had no experience. I didn’t know what to do. What if I did it all wrong? I’d never even had a blowjob myself, to compare. “Perfect!” Carol clapped her hands. Then she reached over and grabbed the neck of Tom’s tee shirt blindly from beside him, still looking at me. A smile I can only describe as almost evil, but playful transformed her pretty face. She pulled his tee shirt forward and thrust her arm up over his head, then yanked it violently off his body, his sculpted arms flying up through the sleeves before falling limp to his sides. All in one swift complete movement from start to finish. Like a magician revealing her trick. Where did she learn that? Tom’s grin never left his face, but I saw a new color. The top of his chest, his shoulders, the sides of his neck, up the sides of his face were all a graduated shift from red to pink. “You probably haven’t seen this one before.” Her voice was sultry. Her index finger sliding lazily from his forehead down to his chest. “It’s desire. It means he’s loving it, he wants it. He’s very turned on.” Tom let out a groan. “You can tell how turned on by how far the red travels up into the pink. When the red gets to here,” she caressed his neck, grabbing his esophagus lovingly, and began stroking it up an down like a cock. “When it gets to here he’s completely yours.” Tom’s head was thrown back, stretching his throat fully as if begging her to rip it out. The tube of his esophagus was so prominent she could almost get her fingers all the way around it. Watching her jerk off his throat melted a link of the chain I had leashed myself with, the beautiful pink of his skin sliding over the striated ridges of his trachea like a foreskin. I wanted that. He was so pliable, so willing. She was talking about him as if he wasn’t there. As if he wasn’t a person, but a thing, like a nature show about how the octopus changes its color to camouflage itself, or how a cuttlefish attracts its mate. I could see his chest heaving with deep, rapid breaths, his nostrils flared to allow more air. The red was creeping up. She let go of his throat. “But he won’t be mine tonight. You’re going to take him. I’ll teach you all about him. Inside and out.” The groan that came from his mouth was more growl than moan, expressing both pleasure and an animalistic need. Her voice was hypnotic. I was in charge, but she was in control. At that moment I realized what she did for Tom, because she was doing it to me. My dick was throbbing and I hadn’t done a single thing yet, hadn’t even moved. Seeing Tom being treated like a plaything, and watching his hot, sinewy body reduced to clay in her hands was beyond erotic, it was near maddening. I couldn’t imagine the pleasure he was feeling, the need and desperation driving his flexing muscles to tremble. She was a master, and we were her puppets, and she could make us dance and twist with only words. Suddenly, she smacked him hard, REALLY hard, like with all her strength across his handsome face, then seized one of his nipples violently, yanking on it and making him stumble. It had to be so painful. “No, you’re not going to cum. Not yet.” He whimpered, his eyes pleading with her. “Fucking bloody hell.” I gasped. The brutality of it all shocked me, that she had it in her, that Tom allowed it. Tom’s eyes darted to mine over her shoulder and he gave me a diabolical grin. “It does the trick. I think you see now, she can make me cum without even touching me, if she wants. And she always knows when I’m just about to cum, I have no idea how. If she doesn’t stop me, I’ll spill my seed before she’s done with me. I’ve tried to hide it, be sneaky about it, even see it as a challenge to fool her and shoot without her knowing. But I never get past her, and she won’t tell me how she knows I’m going to pop. Baby girl here can fucking wreck me. Learn everything from her. No leash Kev. I can take it. I WANT to take it.” And then he licked his lips, slowly. “Fuck my balls are KILLING ME!” He yelled, throwing his head back again. She turned around to look at me and gave a shrug, her face unimpressed, her voice bored. “Too bad. This isn’t for you.” She threw a mischievous smile at me, winking. He couldn’t see that. I felt another link in my chain melt. This was fun, meant to be fun. “Have you ever tasted cum, Kevin?” She asked me bluntly. I was caught off guard, but saw no reason to lie, or not answer. My eyes twitched for a second or two, then stilled. “Just my own.” She laughed. It wasn’t derisive, or mocking. It was oddly liberating. It was a discovery of new unexpected joy. I found myself laughing with her, the first time other than with Tom that I didn’t feel self conscious about how deep and booming my laugh was. I never let myself laugh unless it was just Tom and me. “You’re going to love his cum.” She came over to me to pull me closer to Tom. “It’s so salty, sweet, and thick. And he cums a lot in every squirt, each pump sprays a mouthful.” I could see her watching Tom closely. “His beautiful cock gets so hard just before he cums, it starts throbbing, and you can feel the sperm flowing up the shaft, which expands to make room for the volume of it. His dick is already thick, it gets thicker. It’s like nectar…” without breaking off she smacked him hard again and reached under his arm to grab the sweaty hair of his armpit, twisting it violently. Another whimper. More pleading eyes. “Uh uh uh, no no”. She stroked his cheek, where her handprint stood out. Then she put her fingers covered with his armpit sweat deep inside his mouth. He didn’t even blink. I watched his jaw move and imagined he was licking it clean. “I told you my tongue wasn’t the only thing going in your mouth tonight, didn’t I?” She said to him. He nodded. She turned to me. “You know with his amazing mouth he can swallow my hand, right? His mouth is so perfect.” I was too stunned to reply. And she shoved her hand past her wrist into his mouth. He didn’t even choke or gag. I could hear the mucus and saliva gurgling as he breathed around her fingers. I suddenly imagined that was my dick, but immediately shied away from the thought of treating my best friend like a piece of meat, like a fucktoy. I imagined her hand jacking off his throat from the inside, rubbing along the tender, slick membrane. She saw it. She smirked. She knew the thought I’d just had. So she did what I couldn’t bring myself to do. She said it out loud. “I think your dick could reach all the way back here, Kevin. It’s so warm and wet. You already know how amazing his tongue is, his lips. Imagine all of this wrapped around your hard throbbing cock.” Sultry, dripping sex. Tom had already told me about everything they did sexually, like best friends do, but I’d always thought he had to be exaggerating. I should have known it was all true, Tom never felt the need to lie or exaggerate. He didn’t dress things up or understate, he laid things out in plain, straightforward description. I don’t think he knew HOW to be anything other than truthful. And it wasn’t bluntness either. He expressed exactly how he felt, what he saw, what he wanted, what he was going to do, about everything. He never hid behind his words like I did. He described Carol as a seductress, even though that was my word not his. His words were ‘she makes me want to do crazy shit, man. We don’t even talk about it, it just happens.’ She pulled her hand back out and patted his face, leaving his saliva behind. Tom didn’t seem bothered by what she’d said. He just looked from her to me, back and forth, waiting never blinking. Spit and throat slime was drooling out his lips down his chin. At some point he’d put his hands behind his back which forced his proud square shoulders back and thrust his chest forward. She clapped her hands once. “But, it’s about time you got his cock in your mouth.” She stepped back. The pleading eyes were back, focused on me this time, begging me to release him from this torture. If I loved him, they said, I would suck the agony from his nuts. “Show him how badly you’ve wanted to suck him the last two years.” I moved forward with slow, steady steps until I was directly in front of him. I put my hands on his waist, let them grip the hard muscles of his obliques that surrounded his pelvic hipbone. The heat he was generating penetrated my hands, I could feel it traveling up my arms, radiating from his chest to hit my own. His breath gusted against my face, giving me goosebumps. I slid my fingers up to his ribs, to his clenched lats, which I grabbed, wanting to know their thickness and density. He moaned, closing his eyes. “Please…” he begged. “I can’t hold it much longer. I need your mouth.”He began to tremble. “She won’t do it, so you have to. You have to Kev.” I couldn’t do this to him. I couldn’t torture him. I couldn’t make him wait. I squatted before him, pulling his shorts down in the same movement. His amazing, heavy cock. It seemed perfectly proportioned, standing straight out a good 8 inches or so from his neatly trimmed crotch. A man’s cock. It was a dick that was made for fucking, for punishing any hole it stretched around its beautiful girth. It wasn’t just seeping precum, it was a steady and constant leak, like a running faucet. I licked it, tasting it, savoring it, moving my tongue back and forth across the roof of my mouth to judge the flavor of his juice. It was everything he was. It was everything she described. My own dick was swollen and dripping in my boxers. The gutteral sounds coming from Tom’s throat became louder. “Suck my dick, Kevin. Please. I’ll do anything you want. Just put it in your mouth. Just a little. Please? Please fuck please fuck please fuck pleasefuckpleasefuck….” And he kept repeating it, hyperventilating. I dove onto his meat and immediately shot my load into my underwear. My throbbing dick kept spurting as I groaned on the head of his dick, so much cum, so many squirts, I didn’t think it would end. But I couldn’t concentrate on that, because Tom simultaneously blasted my mouth with his first shot. Tom screamed like he was being murdered, one long desperate call like the roar of a lion. Every muscle on his body cramped. His first shot began before I even had the head of his dick completely inside my lips. I felt the hot syrup flood across my tongue, a long heavy squirt of thick, viscous manseed that lasted two or three seconds. My mouth was full of his nut, so full. I’d dreamed about this, jacked off to this moment for over a year. I was still moving down on his shaft, and his fat cock shoveled his first squirt towards my throat like a bulldozer, forcing me to swallow. Tom gasped for a breath, pulling back, then thrust forward again with another full hosing of his seed, that pumping cumdozer forcing its load into my throat, this thrust only halfway down his cock. He grunted like an ape, the longest continuous grunt I’d ever heard. The primal caveman conquering his prey. More links on my chain melted away. Something about the release he experienced, the abandon and being reduced to only his beastly orgasm and the forcing of his cum into me swept me along with it. This time, he pulled me in. And I found that place again. I felt my self and presence swell, solidify, harden into granite and steel. The doubts and reluctance of the last four and a half months disappeared. I couldn’t hold myself back from this, Tom was open to me and might never be again. I couldn’t miss this chance. I buried his pulsing meat in my throat, biting at his scratchy pubes and taking heavy gulps to clamp my tonsils on his shaft. I felt the precious fluid from his balls spurting across my larynx. I was no longer sucking his dick, I was eating his manhood, digesting HIM. He belonged inside me, like a criminal on the run belonged in prison. He became imperative for me, irrefutable. Tom’s essence had to take root in me, and I craved his seed for the piece of him that would exist buried in me forever. That was what he was gifting me, a piece of himself. I knew when he was almost finished, and it had taken a full half minute. The clock in my head told me exactly how many squirts, how long it took, and how many beats of his heart it took to empty him. I had at some point unknown run my hand up his solid, shuddering hamstrings to grip his ass, his cheeks dusted with fine dark hairs. My hands were almost large enough to cover his warm tight round globes. Fuck, he was perfect. I took the last two dribbling squirts into my mouth, not my throat. I wanted to savor the taste. I wasted no time, standing up to grab him by those thick lats. His eyes were closed, he was gulping for air. I picked him up like he weighed nothing. He was air, weightless. I placed him on his neatly made bed two feet away. “Oh…” Carol whispered. I threw my eyes into hers. In two steps I stalked up to her, caressed her by her jaw and moved my mouth onto hers spitting the remainder of our boyfriend’s cum into her open lips. Initially I’d wanted all his seed for myself, but now I wanted to share my happiness with Carol. I offered his remainder with my tongue until she swallowed, our lips simply resting on the other’s. And then I shut her jaw gently with my thumb below her chin. I patted her cheek. It was odd, but I wanted her to share this with me, with us. It was that moment on the stair landing outside the door to Tom’s bedroom that I realized it. The moment when she was willing to leave us alone together without needing to intrude upon this magical gift. There was no jealousy or judgment in her intelligent eyes. She wasn’t losing anything, accepted everything. I understood then how we three, each one individually, had never wanted or needed to jealously guard our relationship with Tom, Tom’s love for us, or Tom’s enjoyment of his love for anyone. I wasn’t ignorant of the fact that it was Tom himself who brought that out in us all. She appeared stunned from the kiss. I tilted my head, staring into her eyes. Yes, she was very pretty, I could admit that, and similar to Tom she lived for the joy of now which notched her inherent attractiveness up several levels. I hoped Tom fucked the ever loving hell out her with his big pussy ripper. I wonder who begged who to fuck them harder? She looked like she would beg him to tear her tight little pussy up. Or maybe she would demand it. I imagined each would taunt the other, back and forth, loving the increasing wildness that drove them to inflict passionate acts of ever greater desire upon each other. From the corner of my eye I saw Tom laying flat on the bed, his arms and legs splayed out. His head was turned, watching us. I smirked. His cock lay across his hip, not hard but still at full length. It looked like a thick sausage and I couldn’t wrap my head around how I managed to get it all the way down. I was sure there was no way a completely inexperienced guy like me had any right to execute deep throating that thing on his first try. “Fuck that was hot, watching you guys sharing my cum.” He observed. The part of me that huddled afraid and reluctant to impose upon Tom, to cross that line between friends and sexual conquest, that part was no where to be found. He wanted this. He said it. He’d do anything I wanted. “It was hot watching you cum in his mouth.” She answered. Then looking at me, she continued. “I didn’t expect the kiss, Kevin. Tom’s right, your lips are so soft.” I faltered for an instant. “I hope that was okay, I wasn’t thinking.” Both of them gave a chuckle. It was Tom that responded. “No thinking. Stop thinking. Just pull the battery out of that machine in your head, Kev. Whatever is going to happen, let it happen, go with it, be HERE, not in your head. There are no mistakes you can make, buddy. Not with me. Not with Carol. I don’t know what came over me, the cocky prick that possessed my tongue. “You should be careful before my dick ends up in your ass.” And I smirked. My eyes were darting between the two of them, waiting for them to get the joke. Three seconds passed. Then five. Ten. Neither one of them batted an eye. My heart suddenly decided to take off at a gallop. Carol leaned over to my ear. “I’ll show you how to make him beg for it.” She whispered. My balls jumped and I shot my second load into my underwear, again. Carol chuckled. God I was a sloppy mess down there now. My boxers did nothing to contain the volume of my nut and it was running down my left leg. How the fuck did she do that? How did she hit exactly the right nerve to send my semen on a spawning run like a fucking school of salmon leaping through my prostate? “Let’s get you naked.” She said, grabbing the waistband of my shorts. I tried to stop her to do it myself. “Easy, handsome, relax. I’m enjoying myself. I’m sure Tom has told you he’s the only guy I’ve been with. You’re so hot, completely different from Tom. His body is all tightly wound and hard, but you’re beefy and firm. Everything on you is rounded and supple.” My shorts and boxers lowered as she spoke. The way she said ‘beefy and firm’ sounded hungry. I took the opportunity to remove my Nirvana concert t-shirt, exposing my hairy chest. “Oh my God.” She breathed, gazing over my full nakedness. I stepped out of my shorts and underwear. My dick hadn’t deflated at all. Again, she seemed to intuitively know just what to do to increase my arousal. What struck me then was that she wasn’t acting with the intent to elicit any response from me, it was all emotive. It felt good to know it was genuine. I felt her visual appreciation as a physical touch. She lingered on my hairy chest following the way the dark hair defined my pecs. Her eyes examined the wide furry trail down the center of my stomach until it met my dense pubic hair. My rigid penis jutted straight out, slick with my cum. “You’re thicker than Tom!” She reached out to grip my shaft. It didn’t seem wrong, her touching my dick. It almost wasn’t even sexual. While her hand wasn’t wide, her fingers were still long and delicate. They didn’t meet her thumb when she tightened her grip. She stroked me with a twist, pulling back my foreskin. “That’s so cool, how the skin floats around your dick. But where does it go when I pull it like this?” She pulled it down across the head, then back again. “Same place it goes when I’m soft, I guess. It’s very stretchy.” I mused. I had never thought about it. My dick was just… well, my dick. She chuckled and looked me the eye. “I like it. It’s sexy like you. Beefy and supple, firm and round.” Tom was still watching us, remaining silent. I noticed his dick was hard again and he was slowly stroking it. “I think he likes watching me play with your dick.” She reached down to fondle my hairy balls. Her warm hand felt good. “You know, I’ve never understood balls. Don’t get me wrong, they’re sexy the way they go with a dick. But they just hang there. Don’t they hurt when they hang?” I shrugged. “No.” She pulled down. “That doesn’t hurt?” “Mmmmmmm. Not like that.” She released my nutsack, and rubbed her fingertips through my pubic hair, then up through the trail on my stomach and back and forth over my chest. Her touch felt good, the way it was only for information, rather than stimulation. She really wanted to know how my body felt, it was for her, not me. “You know, until the school blew up when you guys kissed out in the open, I didn’t realize you might be gay. You’re just … a guy. A really hot guy, all tough and silent and brooding.” She was still running her fingers through my chest hair. I smirked and raised one eyebrow. “Brooding?” She laughed. Full out laughed. “You have no idea how many girls got their hopes crushed that week. Yes, Kevin. You’re STILL that quiet mysterious bad boy who everyone kind of fears and admires. You LOOK like you are just a wrong word away from kicking someone’s ass. I know for a fact you could steal a few boyfriends away from my friends.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re the reason no one picks on the gay kids. Well, you and Tom together. Whether it’s true or not, they’re afraid you’ll make them regret it.” That surprised me. I’d never deliberately given the impression that I’d be violent, and in fact except for Tom’s former best friend, I didn’t want to kick anyone’s ass even though I was confident I could. Even the football players who outsized me didn’t worry me. They might be good on the field and in the gym but I didn’t believe in fair fighting. A fight was about winning. Any weak point was fair game. “I think it’s your eyes. The way they constantly move, examine everything like you’re ready to attack. I guess you don’t realize that people see you pulling them apart. It can be unsettling, I know from experience. The first time after Tom and I got together you pinned me down with your eyes. God I was scared. So serious and intense. I was thinking how much I wanted you to like me because if you didn’t Tom wouldn’t be my boyfriend. I was so worried that you thought I was trying to steal him from you.” I rolled my eyes. “I said ‘hi’.” Carol laughed again. “You don’t even know how you said it, or how it sounded. Fuck, you handsome brute. You said it like you had to, like handing me a knife blade first. Like it was up to me if I cut myself on it, and it would be entirely my fault. You know, you don’t say much, but you say more than you think you do. How do you do that?” All this was news to me. Everything I had to say I said in my head, distilled it down to a concentrated thought that didn’t seem to need many words of expression. It was just how my brain worked. Her eyes were watching me. “See there, THAT. Not a single word, but you just told me it wasn’t consciously done, that you think before you speak, that it’s simple and you like simple and clear. And there’s more behind it, the secret parts you demonstrate are there but you don’t believe people are worthy enough to see. Or won’t understand. Or can’t handle. That’s the deadly, dangerous part that comes through, like we need to earn the honor of knowing.” “Fine.” I said, then smirked. “You’ve seen mine, show me yours. Only fair.” “I’m lonely.” Tom’s taunt intruded. I shared a looked with Carol. “Wait.” We said at the same time, with the same dismissive tone. She was already showing me. Tom groaned in frustration. In two seconds Carol lost her clothes. I filled the room with my laugh at how fast it happened. “Okay, I was referring to how you do your mental sex trick.” She just grinned. “Yeah, I know.” I laughed again, even louder. My stiff dick was bouncing with every laugh. “Your laugh. Beefy and sexy like you.” She observed. I was inspecting her body. She was pale, very light skinned. I imagined she had Northern European ancestry. Blonde, straight hair, in a pony tail of course. Light blue eyes, almost grey like mine. I wondered if Tom saw my eyes when he looked at hers. I decided he did. She had an oval face, so different from Tom’s angular chiseled one. A thin graceful neck reminiscent of a bird swooped to her athletic shoulders. She had no size to her, in spite of her height, she appeared delicate but durable. Okay, I finally realized the perfection of her breasts, which refused to relax on her chest. They were full and delicate like the rest of her, not coming to any point and rounding nicely in perfect mounds that weren’t large. Sufficient to the proportions of her chest, that’s what they were like they’d been factory machined to exact specifications, neither too wide nor too proud, nor drooping, placed just so. She had just a moderate amount of sub dermal fat smoothing her into curves, the most prominent example of which was her ribs to her waist to her hips. I appreciated the way her curves mimicked an Art Deco period piece, or maybe her shapes were what Art Deco had been intended to imitate. Her firm legs were again comprised entirely of curves, where her thighs joined at her pubic area easily drawing the eye to each opposite hip. I was reminded of chromosomes, or a helix like a spiral staircase. I glanced at her face and she nodded. Just like with Tom, I didn’t need to speak. They were even more right for each other than I’d already decided. So I reached out to let my hand follow the lines my mind saw. Down her neck across her collarbone, across the center to the opposite breast. I put my hand on it, just to see a size comparison. My large hand covered it completely, my fingers cupping the sides and top. I adjusted my hand to feel the underneath. She inhaled. I looked in her eyes. “It’s like your chest, the under part of your pec is the most sensitive, feels the best when touched or licked.” She explained. I smirked. She matched me, a dare, if I dared. So I bent over to run my tongue slowly over that sensitive part of her. Tom’s aroused groan echoed hers. He was loving our exploration of each other. I deliberately and slowly licked the other side, gave Tom a glance and put my mouth over her nipple. I smiled at him with her tit in my mouth. He was pulling on his nuts, a wild look in his eyes. “Should we?” I asked her, my tongue tracing her nipple. “Probably.” She replied, as if she could go either way. “Oh come ON!!! You’re killing me!” Tom cried out. Carol ran her fingers through my hair. “Beautiful.” She commented. “You’d think it was his birthday instead of yours.” I stood up, gave her another smirk to which she nodded again. Together we turned and leapt on top of Tom. “YES!! Finally!!” He yelled, spreading out in a giant X to receive us. That made me laugh. Which made Carol laugh. Which set off Tom. Tom and I had been naked together before. He said he preferred it when we slept together spooning. He never got hard except for his morning wood, which he’d lazily adjust to fit snugly in my deep and ample ass crack, pulling me tighter so every part of him touched all of me. I pretty much just stayed hard all night with him pressing up against me. He never let me go, we both slept soundly like that, his face buried in my hair so he could breathe the scent of me and I didn’t want to leave his arms. I accidentally farted once, and he somehow knew my embarrassment, grabbing me tighter so I couldn’t move away. “Don’t worry about it, you animal.” Before letting out a fart himself which made us both laugh. “I deserve it anyway, for all the times I gassed my little brother.” After that farting happened whenever it happened, it never bothered him. So Tom’s sleek muscles weren’t new to me. But feeling them now held exponentially more pleasure. I watched Carol give him a deep, soulful kiss, making him moan while I ran my hands over his chest and stomach. They broke off and he turned to me, his lips parted slightly. He had each of us in one arm, and he flexed the arm that was wrapped around my back. I didn’t fight his pull, putting my mouth on his. Our tongues slowly tasted each other, our jaws moving constantly. This was a kiss of desire. This was a sexual kiss. Oral copulation, making our lips and tongues describe all the things we wanted our bodies to do, until finally his big tongue stuffed my mouth fully and deeply as if he was orgasming in my mouth. This wasn’t a Kiss, it was a mouth fucking, a battle of desire. My hand had reached his hard cock sometime during our making out. I was stroking along his length, alternating grabbing and rubbing his balls on every stroke. He thrust his hips, and I felt Carol’s hand pass mine to go beneath his heavy loose nuts. He moaned. His right leg lifted. I looked down and could tell immediately she was playing with his ass. I kissed and licked my way along his neck and across his shoulder, then continued to his armpit. I liked the smell of his sweat. It was clean and masculine. I kissed him there, rubbing my nose in the soft hair. I licked across his chest, making sure to spend time on that sensitive part where his lower pec met his rib cage. He sighed, so I repeated my attention, enjoying the taste of him and the goosebumps I was causing. Carol was mirroring my every move. We were double teaming him like we’d planned it all out. I was impressed by her awareness of this opportunity to escalate anything she could do on her own, to recognize that our actions together would send Tom soaring. I loved that she wanted Tom to experience as much or more than me. I was glad she was here, that I’d invited her past her reluctance to come between Tom and I. I knew then that she belonged here, in this moment with us, and that without her it might have been awkward and clumsy. I felt a tear of gratitude and happiness fall. I didn’t want this to be something Tom regretted even though he wasn’t the type to regret anything he’d chosen. Nor did I want this to be one sided solely for my benefit. I knew by her wink she understood. “Let me show you something.” She purred. She beckoned me down between his legs. She lifted his other leg, exposing his asshole. Tom’s asshole was the only part of his body I’d never seen, even though I knew if I’d asked he would have gladly shown it to me with confidence. He would also have asked me what I thought of it, and if it was a nice one. That was just Tom, unashamed, uninhibited, unapologetic. I was awed by his acceptance as a teaching tool, grabbing his legs behind his knees to spread himself for us. My first up close male asshole, and I immediately knew it would not be my last. I felt my dick release its precum. There was something forbidden and illicit about a man’s hole, as if I was getting away with something I wasn’t supposed to enjoy, something a man wasn’t supposed to expose to anyone. His hole was as beautiful as him, not in any way gross or unpleasant. I couldn’t see how it could ever be ugly. The way his cheeks curved inward, how his perineum mounded up just behind his balls before descending to his anus. The sparse hair making a ring around his pucker. The slight pinkish color. I loved his ass even more than his dick, which I wouldn’t have ever guessed would be possible. If a man’s dick made him a man, his ass made him a king. The spread of his cheeks demanded and invited, called to me. I darted in to kiss it. Oh man it was warm. His whole ass was warm. So warm. I think I understood why he loved to nestle his morning wood in my crack. The perfect dickwarmer. I found myself licking my tongue over it without thinking. “Ohhhhhhh, yessssssss” he moaned. “Like a duck to water.” Carol chuckled. “Let’s see if you can teach me a thing or two.” I first tasted him, wanting to enjoy the feel, texture, flavor of every area. I ran my tongue up from his tailbone roughly across his hole all the way to his balls, letting them fall to either side of my nose. There was that clean masculine sweat in the hair beneath his nuts. I loved the way they snuggled on my cheeks. I moved back the way I came, chewing as I descended. He squirmed and my hands came up to press on the back of his legs. I let my beard stubble grind into the tender flesh of his rump valley as I chewed, increasing the pressure to force him open wider. “Fuck yes, eat my entire ass.” He grunted, rotating his hips like a dog dragging its butt across a carpet. “Get in there. Grind on that hole. Fucking drill into it.” Although I didn’t need his encouragement, it drove me into a higher gear when he talked dirty. I speared my nose against his dumper, trying to wedge his back door open. I spit on it then rammed my chin down onto it, knowing my stubble would scratch him. “Goddamn, climb up that shitcave, buddy. Oooooh, fuck. Show my ass who’s boss!” He grabbed my hair with both hands to use my face and mouth like his personal sextoy. “Unnnnggghhhh, you can get that tongue in there deeper, I know you can. God yes, use your finger, just like that. Fuck yes, pull it apart, spread my hole, Christ that tongue in there too? So much spit, you spitting in my hole, buddy? You dropping your saliva in me? Yeah bro, fill me up. Fill my tunnel you hot fucker.” I had my thumbs hooked inside him, his tight pink hole pulled open. I shoved my tongue as far into him as I could get it. Then let his asslips go, letting his sphincter clamp onto my tongue. I pushed in and out a few times, then withdrew. Without warning I jammed both thumbs back into him and pulled, forcing him open again. He bucked his hips and yelped. “Oh shit! Yeah, violate me. I don’t care, you’re the boss. Punish my tight little shitter. ” I hocked a loogie, sucking it from the back of my sinuses, then choked up an equal amount of throat slime, spitting it into his open, pink jockhole. I watched it get sucked down into that maw. We were now beyond limits, sense, or care about consequences. His ass, his pretty little hole, his filthy mouth, his desperate writhing turned me into an animal. I wanted it to hurt a little, just enough to hear him whimper and force him to decide if it was worth it. I wanted to see how much he’d take, how far I could go. I stood up and rubbed my dick along his gap, pulling back my foreskin so my slit drooled precum on his puckered hole. “You gonna fuck me? You gonna make me your bitch? Bust my poor virgin asshole with that assrammer between your legs? Is it going to hurt?” His eyes were wild with lust. I wasn’t in the head space where I recognized I might regret this, I just needed to have my cock slide inside him. I needed it. “Probably.” I guaranteed. He grinned like I’d never seen before. Like a firebug watching a house burn. “Good. Show me what a brute you are. Make it rough. Make it so fucking rough I scream. I want to scream for you, Kev. Every time I even THINK about my ass I want to think of the beautiful meat of you all over me and in me.” My dick was shorter than his but not by much. And it was thicker around. Probably not the best dick for fucking a virgin hole. We were going to lose our virginity together. My heavy load of precum slimed his asscrack. I pressed the head against his pucker. “Fuck yes!” He groaned. I shoved hard and felt his clenched ring give way. “Oh fucking Jesus!” He yelled, clenched up, held his breath, every muscle seized. “FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK”. He pounded the bed with his fists, then punched me in the chest, twice. “God that hurts so bad you hot motherfucker bastard handsome prick! Fuck you and your fat ripping cock. Bust my fucking virgin cunt, bro. Don’t stop, I don’t want the pain to stop!” He didn’t have to beg. I laid into him balls deep with a sudden violent shove. Holy fucking hell. I thought he let loose before, but when my cock bottomed out it was like I plugged in a chainsaw. OH GOD IT BURNS, MY SHITTER IS ON FUCKING FIRE,” Right then I shot my third load deep in his ass, but I wasn’t stopping. And I didn’t tell him. This was MY hole now. I yanked my still spurting dick out of him and stabbed him again with all my strength. I noticed some of my cum flew out of my dick and splattered his ass on the upstroke. Fucking hot. “I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, oh fuck I’m cumming!” His cock spurted. Because his dick was in my mouth the first time he came, I didn’t realize how much he shot. I mean, I knew it was a lot, but seeing it was something else. A big heavy long squirt travelled up to land between his pecs, stringing from his belly button to almost his throat. I spurted more of myself into him, still ramming him like I was beating a bully. A second wide ribbon of his white ballsauce flung out. We were alternating cumshots, me deep up his ridiculously tight virgin hole, then him up his chest, almost as if it was just one continuous cumshot from my nuts up through his ass, the out his dick up to his throat. “DON’T FUCKING STOP! HARDER! RAPE MY CUNT BRO. JUST FUCKING RAPE IT. OH GOD I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” I was losing my shit, his screaming filthy mouth and shooting cock, barely seconds between orgasms, making me drill him more violently with everything I had when my own fourth orgasm took me. He started to grunt with a high pitched whine, his head thrown back on the bed pointing towards the wall. “Crush my nuts.” Whine. “Slam my shitter into a cunt!” Whine. “Tear me up deep inside!” I hadn’t realized that his balls hung so low my pubic bone was bashing them every time I punched into him. “Oh god I can’t stop cumming!” He cried. “It feels so good, you make it hurt so good. I love you so much.” Still pumping him with my jizzing pole, I leaned down and slurped a mouthful of his dicksoup off his chest, then spit it in his face. “Fuck yes!” He gasped. I smacked him hard then crushed my mouth onto his after he got his face back towards me. I raised up and slapped him again, pushing him with my thrusts further onto the bed. I climbed up on my knees and grabbed his ankles then pivoted up to spread him wide beneath me, pinning his feet up beside his head. For the first time since I’d tasted his perfect, beautiful, all man asshole, I finally looked into his eyes. He was loving this, whether it was the feel of my dick splitting his ass open, or that I had let go, I didn’t know. But at this moment they were one and the same, and I learned something else, that my enjoyment was his, and his mine, that was what truly mattered. “For a straight guy, you’re a dirty little fuck, you know that? Is my dick fucking you into a slutty pussy bitch? I just want to know one thing - do you want to be able to walk after this, or do you want me to destroy you? What’s it gonna be, bro?” I hammered him deep, pulled all the way out, then hammered him again. He hadn’t responded yet, probably too focused on my rutting fat cock. “Too late. I own this cunt now.” I started fucking him at different angles, trying to judge which one made him writhe in pain the most. I spread his legs even more, knowing the stretch was burning his hamstrings. I slammed into him so hard he bounced violently off the mattress, then met him on the bounce to fuck him back down. I let one leg go then scissored him to plow him from the side, stepping on his face with my foot. I filled him twice more with nut wrenching loads of cum, and his untouched cock shivered out another load of his own, though the volume of it had lessened to almost nothing. “Looks like you’re out, tap’s run dry. Not mine.” I observed with a knuckle smack to his bruised plums, before I flipped him over on his stomach and stuffed my wet dick back inside his warm cum frothed hole. I smothered him with my entire body, kissing and biting his neck, cheeks, mouth. I wrapped my arms under his armpits then clasped my hands behind his head, rendering him helpless. And then I jackhammered him brutally in rapid fire, trying to cum again, knowing it was struggling to surface. It was there, I just wasn’t hitting hard enough, fast enough. Sometimes my dick slipped out of him and I jammed it blindly into his crack knowing it would find my cumbucket eventually, not caring if it punched him or got caught on the rim of his hole. This would be my last orgasm, and I wasn’t surrendering until I delivered it balls deep in my buddy, the man I lived with all my heart. We were both drenched in sweat, panting and groaning. I bit down hard on his trapezius muscle, frustrated with the load that taunted me but wouldn’t release, hoping to draw blood. He screamed, I bit harder and felt him shove his ass back into me. I bit the other one, wanting meat, and he screamed again, and I shot the most rapturous load all the way up inside him, ejaculating so hard I couldn’t move. My prostate cramped , overused, overworked, worn out completely. If a cum attack was my dick’s version of a heart attack, that’s what was, like everything down there was pulled into a shredder and vise at the same time. If Tom wasn’t walking tomorrow, I wasn’t either. I released his arms, and collapsed on top of him, my mouth drooling on his neck. “Fucking hell.” I mumbled. “Fucking heaven.” He mumbled back. “Fucking beautiful.” Carol mumbled. I looked at her and grinned. “ forgot you were here. Sorry.” She shook her head. “Don’t be sorry. I came three times watching you. That was the hottest thing I think I’ll ever see.” I rolled off him, then jumped up to pull his asscheeks apart. “Fuck dude, your hole is torn up.” I said. He chuckled. “Certainly feels that way.” I went back up to his head, seeing deep bite marks on his shoulders. I pulled his head up gently, and gave him a deep, loving kiss. “I bit you. Marked you.” Running my fingers gently over the bites. “I came when you did that. I don’t think anything came out, but I shot five blanks just the same. Guess you’re a top, huh? And dude, you’re going to make some lucky guy VERY happy. Very, very happy. But until you meet him, I’ll let you practice on me.” I laughed. “Oh you’ll LET me, will you?” I smacked his ass as hard as I could, making him yelp. “Maybe I won’t let you let me. Maybe I’ll just take it when I want it.” Tom rolled over, smiling. I ran my eyes over his hot body, his heavy cock. “That’s the best way. I like it when I don’t have control. You know, this went way different than I thought it would.” I blinked. Carol answered my question. “Yeah, we figured you would have to be coaxed through it, the way you always hold back with everything else. Plus, we thought it would be Tom fucking you. And then we thought it would be gentle and loving. You’re always so soft spoken, it’s something we both love about you.” “Plus, I thought I was going to get a blowjob.” Tom complained. Which earned him a matching set of bloody dental imprints on each ass cheek.

It's a date if you both pretend the main reason for meeting is something other than fucking. To put it another way, if you talk first, then fuck, it's a date. If you fuck first, then talk, it's a hookup. 😉

This is a true story and it happened in November of 2021, my friend who is also my roommate and connection went to see family for Thanksgiving and asked if I could help him out with his clients and I knew if not all most of them and they knew me so I told him I would. I got a call from one of the guys he deals with and I sort of knew him he seemed ok to me. He asked if I had anything for him I asked what he wanted and he said he needed a ounce I told him I had it and I gave him the price and he said he would take it but he couldn't come to where I was. I asked him where he was and he said that he was home, now from where I live to where he lives it's a good 2 and a half hour drive but I also knew if I sold what I had I didn't have to sell anymore for the night. I told him that I could bring it to him but I couldn't get to his place til about 11pm as it was just after 8pm. He said that was fine, he also said that if I wanted to I could stay for a bit instead of driving another 2 and a hours back I said that I just might take him up on the offer. He said just let me know before you get here and I said ok. Like I said I knew this guy a little bit and he seemed really cool and from what I could gather he didn't seem to be a guy who likes to get wild never mind being in control plus from what my friend told me he really didn't play much because of his husband so I didn't think I had anything to worry about. But was I wrong. Before my friend/roommate went to see his family this guy had asked my roommate about me and my roommate wanted to know what he meant. His friend said that he wanted to PnP with me, my friend started to laugh and said that I wouldn't be his type and his friend asked why. So my roommate decided to tell him just about everything about me. What I like and what I am into and that I don't play with anyone he or our other roommate plays with and his friend said really and my roommate said yeah it's his thing. His friend said can I ask you something else and my roommate said sure, he asked if there was anything that I wanted to try but I haven't. ( Now my roommate/connection pretty much knows everything about me and that includes things about sex. Things that should have not been told to other people) My roommate thought about it and decided not to tell him so he told him that he would have to ask me. But his friend decided to push the question more and my roommate asked him why wanted to know so bad. He told my roommate that he would do anything he could so he could play with me and my roommate said anything and he said yeah why. (From what I was told after this had happened) my roommate had this look on him as he said to his friend if I tell you and if it happens you have to promise me that you have it all on video, his friend said ok. So my roommate/connection went on to tell him that I have been wanting to have a guy I was PnP with turn out to be a guy who would take control over me and have my wrist and ankles tied or strapped to a bed or sling and have both of my holes used and get me so high that he whores me out to anyone who wanted to use me and my holes. His friend said are you serious and my roommate said he was serious but he also told him that I had never had a cock down my throat because of my gag reflex, he continued to tell him that if he really wanted to go through with it that he had to promise my roommate one thing and his friend asked what that was and again my roommate had this evil grin and said that he had to have at least 1 guy who was big and thick and have a video of him giving my throat a good fucking and his friend said he definitely would make sure that it would happen he actually knew a couple guys who are definitely big and thick enough and he knew at least 1 of them likes making guys take his cock down their throat. Now this was talked about a couple weeks before I went to his place during those 2 weeks this friend of his was going online and setting up this gangbang session where I would be tied or strapped to the sling and I would be HnH and will take any guys load. On the night I went to drop off the ounce off I told him that I was going to stay for a little bit and gave him a time I would be there. Not knowing what he had planned I arrived around the time I had told him I would be there and when I walked in to his place it was him,his husband and 2 other guys. I was introduced to them and their names were Tom and Nick my roommates friends name is Kevin and his husband's name is Dan. Kevin offered me something to drink and I told him that a water or soda was fine he had come back with a glass of soda and as I was getting his stuff ready I started to drink the soda. We all were smoking some t and as I was wrapping things up and was getting ready to leave I got up and got really light headed and my vision was blurry. When I went to stand up I almost went over but I grabbed on to something to stop myself from falling what I had grabbed onto was part of a chair that one of the guys was sitting in and when I grabbed it Tom reached up and held onto my arm and I didn't realize it at first but when he grabbed my arm I fell onto his lap and when I did I could feel how big he was and it kind a shock me. I have seen some nice size cocks but only on video and this guy definitely felt that he was big. When I went to stand up I apologized and he just smiled and said it was ok then I felt his hand on the back of my ass as he said to bad you are leaving and Kevin said are you ok and I told him that I was just probably tired from the ride and that I would be fine. Then I remember Kevin saying to me that my fantasy is going to happen tonight and then I remember opening my eyes and still some blurry I heard someone saying in my ear enjoy the ride as I felt something in my arm and then very shortly after I felt that I felt something on my other arm and I started to feel that warm rushing feeling and I knew that I had just been pointed as I was feeling this warm rushing feeling I was thinking why does warm rushing feeling feel so strong I then realized that I had been slammed twice and when I started to cough I heard someone say ok good ahead and make sure that his hole stays all lubed up and then I hear what sounded like a motor turn on and felt something pushing up against my asshole and then I was finally able to see straight and when I did I saw that I was completely naked with my legs pushed back and in the air and 3 guys standing on both sides of me and someone else sitting or kneeling between my spreading legs and then I heard Kevin say Tom why don't you get behind him as Kevin and Nick stood on each side of the sling and I heard Kevin say to Dan his husband how is it looking and Dan said I think we need to turn it up more and before I realized what was happening Kevin pick up something and turned the knob and as he did whatever was pushing up against my asshole was pushing even more as I felt my hole start to open up and stretch and Kevin leaning towards me saying that I was going to take every cock and load that is offered to me and that I was going to enjoy the first of many as he said to Tom go ahead and show him what it feels like to get throat fucked by a big and thick cock. I remember looking up because they had my head hanging as Tom stood over me with my head between his legs and seeing his cock and I was shocked not only was it big like I thought it would be but he was also very thick and I definitely didn't want him to give me or my throat a fucking with his cock. But I was in no position to stop him Too be continued

Brian Bonds is particularly friendly. I met him only once or twice at conventions - usually IML - and it was no more than a passing acquaintance. Then he had a layover in Seattle in October 2020, and asked for a night to "just chill" on Twitter. One other guy (who I never met) and I answered his request, and I got together with him. We had talked about filming on a few occasions, and it looked like it might happen THIS time, so I spent nearly an hour getting cleaned out and ready for him. But he was dog tired when I got there. A full week on Fire Island, I think, and had little energy for the hassle of making a video. When I told him how much time I spent cleaning out, he must have felt guilty because the next thing I know, his tongue in my mouth and he's undoing my pants! He bent me over the bed, squeezed out some hotel lotion (terrible lube), and fucked me with what little stamina he had left. Then we spent the rest of the night talking and hanging out until he nearly fell asleep mid-sentence. I let him rest, and that was that. I'm more of a colleague, but it was nice to see someone I respected outside of a convention for a change.

I’ve had several partners in my life. The best was 2 Daddy/Som relationships -in the first I was the “son” and my Daddy taught me how to serve a man. It lasted 7 years and was an amazing time of my life, Now I’m the Daddy and my “son” is a horny 23yo boy. We live together and I love waking up with his mouth on my cock or I wake up and mount him and seed him. He turns me on and always gets me hard. He loves to serve me and also gets off in my ass sometimes. We are definitely not monogamous - we enjoy sex too much for that. Sometimes we play apart and sometimes together. My “son’s” favourite activity is when I invite over 2 or 3 of my Daddy friends and we spend the night tag teaming his ass. There’s no jealousy and what we have just works.

I’m not monogamous. I have a main lover but I have plenty of regular bottoms I meet with. To each his own I guess. All relationships are not the same. But life isn’t meant to be lived alone I do agree with that. We are built to socialize and create our personal networks.

I recon that Max's stomach is turning somersaults at the thought of so many pictures of Alex with Josh finding there way into the newspapers and online gossip columns. Uncertainty of the relationship between Alex and Josh may urge him to make a move. His Mother calling him a dickhead may be the ultimate push he needs to make him see sense... Let's hope so 🙂

I don't want any diseas at all. Just raw cocks and cum loads inside me.

Part 3 . 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 back out and not call. On Friday I saw an email from the kid, I expected it to say that he couldn’t make it or changed his mind. To my surprise he said he couldn’t wait until tomorrow to finally get some of his fantasies come true. He also mentioned that he was really horny and hadn’t jerked for over a week. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. I had contacted a friend that had a playroom in his basement to tell him about that kid. He would be there to help break the kid in. he is POZ but on meds and said he would be willing to stop the meds to knock the kid up but if we got the other guys it wouldn’t be necessary. We decided if he didn’t show we would go to a local bath to see what we could get into Saturday The kid showed up at 11, right on time. We talked for a bit. I could tell he was nervous. I gave him some Gatorade and told him to drink about half then jump in my shower and use the shower shot to make sure he was cleaned out. He told me he wasn’t a fan of Gatorade and that this one tasted funny. I didn’t tell him but I had put a heavy dose of G in it, that is why I only wanted him to drink half of it. He came out all nice and clean. He mentioned he was really horny. I told him I would help with that and started sucking on him. He was hard as a rock in no time, I knew this might be the last neg load he shoots so I bent over and let him sink in my ass, he pumped for only a few minutes and then groaned, and I felt him pulsing in my ass. He really did have a weeks’ worth, he seemed like his cock would never stop shooting. He pulled out and said that was the strongest he ever came. I asked if he was ready for more and he said that he was still horny as hell. I told him about my friend that was going to help and watch me bust is ass and he thought it would be fun. We got dressed and I looked over and we was downing the other half of the Gatorade, I was doing to wait a while longer. I wanted the kid hot, not unconscious. We went to my car and headed the 10 minutes over to my friend’s house. When we got there the kids was a bit wobbly on his feet but not bad. We went down stairs and ordered the kid to strip. We put the kid onto a fucking bench and secured his hands and legs to it. His cock was semi hard and hanging down, I tool a lubed finger and worked it in his as. I was asking him if he still wanted this and he moaned and said yes, I asked him if he wasted me to rip his as and get him poszzed, while I was working his prostate, all I heard was his moaning and he saying ‘ Fuck yes, anything “. “ I am so horny and hot, I really need this “. I gently stared massaging and milking his cock, it was about 7”, I chuckled to myself, this would soon be no more than big clit. While I was doing that I pulled my fingers out and grabbed a bootybump that my friend got ready, I looked and it was about a nice one, I thought for the first time this would really get the kid going. I pushed it up in the kids ass and injected it not him. I put a finger back in him to work it into his ass and to make sure none came out, His cock started to jump and I quit playing with it. I didn’t want the kid shooting yet, if at all. He mentioned his ass was warm and he asked for more in his ass. He was begging for it, he had no idea what was coming

Bf and I are being open, so let the games begin! Been trying to hook up with a dl uncut Latin top who has fucked me anon and blindfolded in the past, but his schedule is bizarre because he's hetero married. Decided to clean out and just hope for the best yesterday. Made loose plans with him, but fell through. Ended up hitting up another thick Latin top that I'd messaged before, and he was free. Headed over, and he was a slim hot enough guy with scarring on his body, but man his cock was 8.5, thick with the biggest mushroom head I've ever seen. Oral was fun, but tiring with his huge head, so I thought I'd give myself a break by showing him my ass and laying back, but I had no idea what was next. He pounded me senseless for 20min. I've been fucked hard before, but he none stop hit me as deep as he could as fast as he could looking down on me crying with a blank expression just looming over. I didn't ask to stop, but eventually he asked if I needed him to slow down and I said please Sir. I was getting worried because he said sometimes it takes him hours to cum. He fucked me face-down with my legs togetwhr for 15min and came... I rode him casually for another 30min but couldn't stick around for him to cum again. Guess it was compliment I made him cum so fast the first time!! Went home before my bf got out of work, and texted him to fuck me with this anon load inside me when he was headed home. This fuck HURT because I didn't realize how bad the Latin guy's huge cockhead had torn me up, but I wouldn't say no and was a good bitch while my bf pounded me with his thick 7.5 tool missionary til he unloaded in me. Today I hit up a top with my favorite cock ever. I was excited to let him abuse my extra sore hole because he happened to be visiting at the time, and I was already wrecked. I was going to bring my ass over for a quick fuck anyways. I walked in, lubed up his cock with only my spit (8.5, semi-cut, perfect) bent over his couch only stripping my pants, and he fucked me hard. He put his hands around my neck, and I grabbed them and pushed harder. He called me a cunt, smacked me hard, and put his hands over my carotid arteries on my neck, applying gentle press (never had this happen before). I was so turned on I just wanted to be his bitch forever and have him in control, not even caring about any consequences. I could tell he knew what was best for me. He told me he wanted to finished in me face down on his bed. He pounded me into submission again and told me I was his property, even saying he couldn't even rape me anymore I was so willing, told me to shut the fuck up, then pushed me down into the bed suffocating me as he filled my hole. I cleaned his cock, thanked him, and left. Got home and felched some of his load out of my ass I was so grateful for. Now I'm meeting with my bf to play with a bottom later... Would rather get another load but will be more fun none the less Pic of my used hole now

7. Clouding Over James knew he shouldn't hit the pipe again. He was already fucked up. His mind was frantic. He couldn't stop thinking about Conrad. He hated the memories. He didn't want to be out of control like that, but the drugs weren't helping. "Maybe..." James started to say. He wanted to wait. He didn't want to do another hit. He wanted to calm down. Not think about Conrad's raw cock sliding in and out of his hole. He remembered Conrad had told him something while he had been fucking. It was important, but he realized he couldn't remember anything about what it was. "Just..." he muttered. No matter how hard he focused, he couldn't remember what Conrad had told him. He was trying not to freak out. He needed to remember it and all he could remember what how Conrad's breath had been warm and his cock had been hard and dripping. He gasped again. "It's good," Fabien said. "Just do the hit," Fabien reminded him. The pipe was right there, the friendly tendrils of smoke coming out of the bowl. "It's going to help you. Make it ok." "Ok," James said, and finally wrapped his lips around the pipe. He took a long, slow breath in. The chemical filled his lungs. He had done this with Conrad as well. "He got you high, didn't he?" Fabien asked. James nodded, still huffing away at the glass pipe. Fabien wanted to tell the boy to hurry up and finish the hit. His dick was hard, and he wanted to hear more of James's stories. "It's good you're doing more. It will help you get through this." James just nodded. His lungs were practically bursting now, but he no longer cared. He just wanted to feel good. He could feel the crystal smooth out the edges and filter out the worst parts. "Ahhhhh," James moaned, as he finally exhaled the hit. "Did you like it? Getting high?" "Yeah," James said. "He put some crystal up my ass." "Fuck? Yeah? How did it feel?" "Nothing at first. Then it burnt. Then I needed to get fucked." James handed the pipe back to Fabien. He took it, and re-heated the bowl. "And?" Fabien asked. "Did you ask him to fuck you?" Fabien took a long hit from the pipe. The tina had put him in a mood; James's story had only made it hotter. His dick was rock hard, and he needed to fuck a hole. "I was so high man. So fucking high. I can't remember what I said. But I asked him to stop. When it hurt. And he didn't." James trembled. He was starting to cry again. "He laughed at me. Laughed at me." "How did it feel? When he was fucking you?" "Fat cock," James said. There were still tears in his eyes. "Hard. It never felt good. Inside me." "Even when he came?" Fabien asked. He reached down and adjusted his dick. It was straining against his pants. "His cum. It was hot. Like it burnt me." "Goddamn. That's so fucking hot," Fabien said. "Fucking getting me boned up. Your stories." He reached down and rubbed his hand over his crotch. "You mind if I unzip?" James's head was spinning. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next, and he was starting to get scared. He hated that he had gotten high again and that he had lost control. "Uh," James hesitated. He remembered what Fabien's cock had tasted like. He licked his lips involuntarily. "You're feeling it too, huh? The crystal?" James nodded. "Good. Want you to feel good." Fabien reached down, and unzipped his jeans. He pushed them down just low enough for his cock to flop out. James couldn't stop staring at it. "Gotta unleash the beast, you know?" Fabien laughed. "Damn," James finally managed to say. It looked even bigger than he remembered. It had stretched open his throat and it had choked him. He wanted to run away, but now this was in his own home. There was nowhere to go, and he wanted to be alone. He wanted ta taste Fabien's dick again. He wanted to gag on it, and get him off. "Ahhh," Fabien moaned. "Feels so good. And those stories," he continued. He reached down and jacked his shaft a few times. James couldn't help but stare, consumed by fear and lust. "Fucking hot." "Um. I mean. I'm not sure." He tried to finish his sentence, but Fabien interrupted him. "It's good," he said. "Nothing we don't want to do. Just help you feel good, right?" "Yeah," James said. He tried to relax. Just because Fabien was naked and hard didn't mean he wanted to have sex. Besides, Tiago had told him it was all right to have sex. This was going to be fine. He knew Fabien. He rolled over slightly, now facing Fabien in the bed. "Feel good," Fabien said, leaning in to kiss him. It was surprisingly tender, and not what James had expected. "Just what we want to do, right?" "Yeah," James said, between making out with Fabien. The black man wrapped his hands around James, pulling him against his muscular body. James felt Fabien's cock pressed between their bodies. The thick shaft was a snake, insistently invading their private garden. James tensed up. Conrad had said something about his cock. "A poisonous snake," he had said. James shivered with the memory. He needed to remember it, as much as he hated any part of it. "Ummmm," he whimpered. "You ok?" Fabien whispered in his ear. His hands had moved down to James's ass, and he was working one hand under his waistband. "Just a bad memory," James said. "You want to tell me about it?" Fabien asked. Between the two men, Fabien's cock twitched. It was a sleazy thing to say, but the drugs were now in control of both men. "I don't want to think about it." "I know. But talking about it. It makes it good, right?" Fabien kissed James again. Despite his thuggish exterior, he was turning out to be surprisingly sweet and gentle in bed. "Let's do things that are good." "I just..." Fabien kissed James again. He nodded. "His dick. When he was pounding me." James paused. His eyes were teary. "When he was laughing," he choked out. "He called it his poisonous snake." Fabien kissed him. "It's good. This is good. Remembering. Being close." He kept one hand on James's firm ass, and with the other reached between the two of them. With a practiced hand, he undid James's pants, and pulled down the zipper. James jerked, startled at the move. The black man held James closely, not letting him escape as he caressed James's cock through his open fly. "You've been sharing so much of your spirit," Fabien said. "You should share your body as well." "Share," James choked out. "Yeah. Share. With me. With your friends." "It's hard," James said. "It's scary." "I can imagine," Fabien said. "But you're brave." "Brave?" Fabien had worked both hands under James's waistband, grabbing the boy's hairy ass. "You were so brave in the rape exam. Spread wide. Showing off all that cum." "I didn't want all of those men. I said no." James was shaking, remembering all those cocks, penetrating him. He had lost control of his body. "I felt so helpless." "You're not helpless," Fabien said. "You can do anything you want." Fabien kissed James again. "You want another hit from the pipe?" "I shouldn't," James said. He could feel Fabien's hands running over his ass, spreading his cheeks. He knew what Fabien was looking for. It was the same thing that Conrad had raped. He didn't want to have sex. Not with Fabien. Not now. "Mmmmm," James moaned as one of Fabien's fingers traced the outline of his asshole. James struggled with the memories. Conrad had done that. So had Tim, and Fabien knew exactly what to do. James struggled, but finally it was too much. "Fuck me. Please," he said. Fabien smiled. He rolled onto his side, and grabbed the pipe and torch again. "You can do anything you want," Fabien said, and heated up the bowl of the pipe. "One for me. One for you, ok?" James nodded. "Yeah," he said. He was already missing the warmth of Fabien's body next to him. He was shivering, although it was not particularly cold. "Just promise me one thing?" Fabien nodded as he sucked down the thick clouds. "Just stop when I ask? Please?" Fabien nodded, but kept his lips wrapped around the glass pipe. When his lungs were filled, he passed the pipe to James. The young man took it, and started to inhale. Fabien exhaled a thick cloud right in James's face. "Of course. We don't have to do anything we don't want to. Now. Do a big hit for me. Make me proud." Now it was James's turn to be silent. The crystal was strong, and it helped him forget. "Let's get naked," Fabien said, jumping off the bed, and quickly stripping off his shirt and pants. His dick hung down slightly, it was too full of blood to stay upright. Fabien's body was mostly smooth, dark skin, with a tattoo over one of his pectorals. "Come on," Fabien said, as James handed him the pipe. "Get up and get naked with me." James stood up, a bit reluctant and unsteady on his feet. He took off his shirt and let his pants fall to the ground. He stood there, swaying slightly, just in his underwear. "You've shared so much already. Let's see where we can go further." "I just…" "Want to see you naked," Fabien said. He smiled. "You take them off, and I'm going to do a hit." James slowly took off his underwear. His dick was soft and limp, and hung down over his balls. Fabien inhaled deeply from the pipe. James stepped out of his clothes. He stood in the middle of his small apartment, naked. James could feel himself shaking, and it brought back a memory. "Oh fuck," he whimpered. "What's wrong?" Fabien asked, taking a short break from the pipe. "It's good. You can tell me about it." "It's scary. I was standing in Conrad's room. He had my legs spread. I was blindfolded." He paused for a second. He looked down. "Around me. I could hear them. These strangers. Jerking off, staring at me. And I couldn't see any of them." Fabien exhaled. He put down the pipe and torch. He spit on his dick and started to jack off. "Go on," he said, finally exhaling the fat hit. "One of them grabbed me. Bent me over and slammed his dick in me." James closed his eyes. He remembered the fat, long dick. "It hurt. So hard." His body shook. "I screamed. It was a red-hot poker. It hurt so much. And he laughed." Fabien stepped behind the naked young man; his cock was nestled between James's ass cheeks. Before he knew what he was doing, James pressed back against Fabien, trying to get the black man to penetrate him. "Did he cum in you?" "Yeah. He did." James was still shaking. Fabien brushed his fingers over James's cheek. There were fresh tears there; Fabien was glad that James was still grinding his ass against Fabien's dick. James was a hot man and his stories were even hotter. Fabien wanted to hear James begging him to stop. "Fuck. That's hot," Fabien said. "I saw his load in your ass. During the rape exam." James whimpered slightly, but didn't pull away from Fabien. "Let's get back into bed. Feel each other." "OK," James said. "But. Just so you know. I'm not sure I'm up for anything." Fabien whispered into James's ear. "We can do whatever we want. Nothing that we don't want to do." He led the young man to the bed. The two were a study in contrast: Fabien was smooth and dark; James was hairy and white. Fabien was confident and sure; James was scared and nervous. Fabien was erect and hard; James was limp and soft. Fabien pulled James close to him. "How many guys fucked you again?" "I don't know. I don't even know who they were." "So you let strangers fuck you. But you're not sure if you want me to be intimate with you?" "It's not that. I want you to fuck me." James was now straddling Fabien, and rubbing his ass against the black man's cock. "I want you to fuck me so badly." He moaned as Fabien's cockhead found his hole. "Inside me." "The way we should be connecting," Fabien said. "And those stories. Just so hot." James reached back, and felt Fabien's dick. "So big though." "It wants to get inside you," Fabien said. "It feels so good when I'm fucking." "I'm scared." James whimpered. Fabien's cockhead was pressed against James's hole. It wouldn't take much for it to slide in. But, before that could happen, there was a knock on the door.

5. Getting Home "Quarter gram of crystal. Dissolved in piss." Tiago had knelt down and whispered it. Fabien doubted that James had even heard it. He placed the used pipette in a nearby trash bag, then took the handle of the speculum from Fabien. "It'll take a few minutes to soak in," he continued. "Who's piss?" Fabien asked. He wasn't even trying to hide how he was stroking his cock. "A random stranger. I have no idea." "That's nasty." "Yeah. Now. You wanna take him home?" Tiago released the catch, and the blades of the speculum slid back into place as it closed up. James moaned. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," James grunted, as his ass closed up around the booty bump. "It's so warm," he said. "The cum." Tiago wondered what James thought the booty bump was. But he would find out soon enough. "Fuck yeah," Fabien said. "He can definitely suck dick." "He's great to fuck as well." Tiago smiled. "Especially once he's opened up." He slowly pulled the speculum out of James's anus. Not a single drop of the tina-laced piss dripped out. Fabien watched James's hole close up, even after all the abuse it had undergone. He wanted to feel it around his cock so badly. He wanted to feel James squirming under him, knowing that his thick black cock was the cause of James's discomfort. "You? You've fucked him?" "Over the weekend," Tiago said. He stood up, put the speculum aside, and handed the swabs to Fabien. "That's it," he said, resting his free hand on James's thigh. "Take those. Fill out a kit 86 for them." "86?" Fabien asked, raising an eyebrow, but smiling as well. "Yeah," Tiago said. Fabien took the swabs, and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. Tiago turned to James, still standing between his legs. His hand moved up, along James's thigh, until he was able to run his finger around James's asshole. "Mmmmm," James moaned. It was quiet, and he was calm for a change. Without Fabien there, he felt better. There was something almost predatory about the black man, and it made James nervous. "I'm sorry," James said. "I didn't mean to cry." "No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry this happened to you." He undid the straps, and lifted a still-naked James upright, wrapping one arm around him. He kept massaging James's asshole with his other hand. "I'm scared," James said. "It's OK to be scared," Tiago said. "It's a natural reaction. But don't let fear dominate your life." He pulled James closer to him. It was close enough to feel the heat radiating from the boy. The G had definitely kicked in. "It's good to talk about it. To share it with people who care about you. To remember it. All of that helps. It helps make it easier." James had pulled himself closer to Tiago, but had also spread his legs as he did so. James wanted to feel closer to Tiago. Let him make the decisions for him. He was crying again. "Scared," he finally managed to say. "It's fine," Tiago said. "You going to be able to be with someone tonight? Someone you can trust?" James shook his head. He was still new in town. "Maybe Tim?" Tiago felt James's asshole pucker when he mentioned the man. "Or maybe Fabien?" James's heart started to race a bit. "You can trust Fabien, can't you?" James bobbed his head. It wasn't a nod yes, but nor was it a shake no. "Fabien," he said. "I'm just scared." Tiago could feel his shirt getting wet from James's crying. He wanted to fuck the boy, and see how much he cried then. But that would have to wait for now. There would be plenty of opportunities later. "This is good," Tiago said. He gently pressed the tip of his finger into James's hole. The boy moaned in pleasure. The G was now in full effect, and the crystal was just starting to kick in. "Fabien is your friend, right? He's going to help you do what's best for you." "Fabien," James moaned. "Big cock," he finally said. "You don't have to take it," Tiago said. "But sex. With someone you trust. Like Fabien. That would help. Help you feel good. Feel natural. Right?" "Feel good again," James said. The crystal was definitely taking effect. His head was spinning again, and it was hard for the young man to put together words. "It's going to be ok." "I just want you to talk, remember, and share. It's what you need. It's what is going to make you feel better." As Tiago spoke, the door opened. The two men made no effort to push apart. "Take care of it?" Tiago asked Fabien. "Yeah. It's in the biobin in the lab. That's the right place, yeah?" "For sure," Tiago said. "You have plans after work tonight?" he asked Fabien. "No. Nothing." "James could use a friend tonight. He's new here. You could hang out with him." Fabien smiled. He could still remember exactly how James's throat had felt around his dick. He remembered the stories James had told. How consent was malleable and changeable, and how sometimes it just did not matter. "Yeah. I'd be happy too." "That's good, right, James?" Tiago asked. There was only one right answer. "Yeah. Get an Uber to get home." "I can order one for you," Tiago said. "But first, we've got to get you dressed." Tiago pulled himself apart from James, and took James's clothes. He carefully went through the pockets, removing his phone, wallet, keys, and some change. "We've got to keep your clothes. It's evidence." James started to protest, but Tiago continued speaking. "I've got some clothes you can wear. I'll be back." He took the bag, and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. It was just James and Fabien. "That was intense. That story you told," Fabien said. "I want to hear more about it." "It was hard," James said. "And I hate thinking about it. It's scary." "I bet," Fabien said. James tried not to stare at the black man's crotch. He knew how big Fabien's dick was. He remembered choking on it. With each memory, the relentless helplessness came back to him. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. "I'm scared," he finally said. "What are you scared of?" Fabien asked. "I don't know. I just want to be home. Safe." "We'll get you home soon enough," Fabien said. "I'll be there with you." The door opened, and Tiago came back in. He was carrying some clothes, and a small bag. He handed the clothes to James. "They should fit you," Tiago said. "You're about the same size as my receptionist." James realized that the dark blue underwear was actually a jock strap; he put it on, conscious of how the straps accentuated his ass. Tiago handed the small black bag to Fabien. "This should have everything you'll need." Fabien opened it; there was a pipe and a torch, along with a bottle of G and a measure. There was also a bottle of poppers, and some lube. "Looks like fun," Fabien said. He watched as James fumbled with the thin running shorts; even when he finally had them on, the jockstrap was clearly visible under the sheer fabric. James put on the shirt. Written across the front of the white t-shirt was "Swan and Ox Rape Oil." There was a drawing of a naked woman and a swan; the wings of the swan made the drawing just barely suitable. The back read "Lubricating the Unwilling Since 1988." James put it on; it was a little too small and he felt it stretch and pull around his body in rhythm with his breathing. "It's what I could find," Tiago said by way of explanation. "It's just to get you home." At least Tiago let James keep his socks and shoes. As he put them on, Tiago continued. "What's your address?" he asked. "I'll order you an Uber." "3804 Hyperion," James said. Tiago tapped on his phone. "Two minutes," he finally said. "Driver's name is Omar." "Ready?" Fabien asked. "We'll be at your home soon." "Yeah," James said. Fabien motioned for him to follow. Tiago followed the two. "Wait," Tiago said, as the three of them were in the hall. He disappeared into another room, and emerged with two juice boxes. Both had "1.5" written on them in black marker. "Be sure to get enough to drink," he said to James as he handed one to him. He took the juice box. He knew he should say something, but it was getting more complex to speak. Finally, he managed to say something. "Thanks," and immediately felt dumb for something so simple. Tiago gave James one last hug, and whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry. It's going to be hard," he said. "But I know you can do it." He handed the other juice box to Fabien. "Do what you think needs to be done," Tiago told Fabien. He leaned in. "Don't be afraid to push him. And use what I gave you." The waiting room was empty when Fabien and James left; James was glad not to encounter the man that had heard so much about his life. It wasn't until they got to the elevator that Fabien spoke. "That was so intense," he said. "Hearing you talk about what happened. When we get home. You're gonna have to tell me more." "I guess," James said. He raised his head, and looked at Fabien carefully. The black man had buzzed hair, a thin, yet muscular body. James could see the outline of Fabien's thick cock. "It was hard," he said. He could feel the tears starting to well up in his eyes. "I don't know." "It's all good," Fabien said. "We'll get home first," he said. "It's just a short ride away." He opened the door; both men blinked rapidly in the bright sunlight. Luckily, the car was waiting right there for them. They got in the car, and the driver pulled away. In the car, Fabien took his juice box, and opened it. "You too," he told James. "Not that thirsty," he said. "You need the liquid," Fabien said. "That was what the doctor told you." "Ok," he said. It was strangely hard to open the juice box. James fumbled with the straw, and then there was a piece of tape over the foil opening. James realized it was there to keep it closed when a bit of juice splashed out. "Cheers," Fabien said. "To sharing." "Sharing," James said. The juice was good. It was cold, and James didn't even mind the weird chemical taste. He drank it all in the few minutes it took to get home.

3. A Demonstration "Just relax," Tiago said. "I hope this is going to go by quickly." Tiago was trying not to stare at the boy's ass, so perfectly on display and available. He'd get it soon enough. "Focus on something for me," Tiago said. "Please?" "What?" James said, trying not to panic. He focused on Tiago's hand against his skin, the doctor's soothing voice. "Please. Something." "Of course," Tiago said. "Just go, 'ahhhhh' for me. Focus on that phase." "Ahhhhhh," James said, spreading his mouth open. It did feel better. He opened his eyes for a moment. Tiago was had one hand up, holding a flashlight. He dipped it down when James opened his eyes. Fabien had a phone in his hand, and was recording everything that happened. "Ahhhh," James continued, closing his eyes again. It wasn't as bad as the night before, and it needed to happen. "I'm going to help you," Tiago said. "Make that easier." James felt him slip the metal wire spreader back into his mouth. "Don't fight it. Let me help you." The metal slid in. This time, it wasn't cold. It was strangely warm, and James let the doctor force his mouth open. "I just need to examine your throat, ok?" James nodded. He was still gently going "ahhhh," and the short mantra was calming the young man. Tiago pushed the head support back into the exam table, and let James's head hang down. "That's good," Tiago said. "Here," he said, and motioned Fabien to come over. He turned on a small flashlight, and shined it into James's mouth. "See? There. Around the back of his throat." "What's that?" Fabien asked. He pointed the phone into James's mouth as Tiago lit up each of the purple splotches. "There's a lot of them." "It's bruising," Tiago said. "How did he get bruised back there? What's it from?" Tiago turned his attention back to James. "I need to show Fabien how this happens. Just nod if it's all right. It will only take a minute." James's head was spinning a bit, and it was getting harder for him to concentrate on anything. James saw Tiago nodding, and he nodded. "Yeah," he finally said. "Thank you," Tiago said, and turned his attention back to Fabien. "It's bruising from a dick. It's from getting throat-fucked." "Fuck? Really? How?" Fabien asked. He looked confused; Tiago wondered how much experience he had in receiving oral sex. Tiago ran his hand over James's exposed body, across his flat, hairy chest and his chest. "Relax," he told the young man. He gently squeezed the tabs at the side of the spreader, forcing James's mouth open even further. Then he unfastened his chinos, and pulled out his cock. "Easier to show," he said. Fabien stared at the doctor's erect cock. "You getting this?" Fabien fumbled with the phone slightly, focusing it on Tiago's erection. "Yeah," he said. "For sure." "Good. Now, this is how you should fuck a throat." Fabien stared as Tiago pressed his dick into James's mouth. The wire spreader held James's mouth open, letting Tiago push all the way to the back of the young man's mouth. "Ugggh," James grunted, unprepared for the sudden intrusion. "It's going to be ok," Tiago said. "Just relax. This is just a demonstration. It's nothing real." He turned his attention back to Fabien. "Now, If I just push a bit harder, I'll be in his throat." He flexed his hips, and suddenly, several more inches of dick disappeared into James's throat. "hat's good," he said to James. James grunted, and started to struggle against the restraints. At the same time, Tiago just moaned. "Feels so fucking good. Wet and warm and tight." He did a few short strokes in and out; Fabien stared as Tiago's cock went even deeper into James's throat. "Fuck. Nothing like a good deep-throat blow job." "He's good?" "Amazing. You know, it feels so damn good. But as I said. If you're too aggressive, you can bruise the throat." He pulled his cock back from James's throat, leaving just the cockhead in his mouth. The boy was still struggling against the restraints, but Tiago didn't seem to care. "That's what happened to him last night." "Is that bad?" "Not really. It heals pretty quickly. But the next day or two, cocksucker's got a really sore throat." He turned his attention to James. "You had a sore throat when you came in, right?" James nodded as best he could. He was trying not to remember how similar Tiago's cock felt to the dicks the night before. He wanted to be home. He wanted this to end. He wanted to be Under the covers and alone and safe. Not out here, his body naked, and a stranger watching him get throat fucked. "Please," he said, wanting it end. "Almost," Tiago said. "One more example. Remember. This is just a demonstration. You don't have to worry about it." He turned to Fabien. "This is not how you should do it." Tiago suddenly pushed his cock all the way into James's mouth. "AAAARGH," James practically screamed, despite the cock clogging his throat and the metal spreader keeping his jaw locked open. Tiago stroked his cock in and out a few times, each stroke eliciting a new moan of agony from James. "You see?" he asked Fabien. Fabien just stared at the scene, utterly transfixed. His dick was rock-hard as he imagined the possibilities that had just been laid out for him. Tiago prompted him. "You see?" "Yeah," Fabien finally said. He was still holding the camera in one hand, the lens pointed at the intense throat fucking that Tiago was delivering. "Yeah." "Good," Tiago said, and pulled his cock out of James's mouth. "It's over, James," he said. "It wasn't that bad, now was it?" Tiago asked. James nodded. "I knew you could do it." He turned back to Fabien. "Got that? How to slide in properly?" Fabien nodded. "How much can he take, when he's like that? You know. Opened up?" "A lot," Tiago said. He turned back to James, and without any warning, slowly pressed the full length of his phallus into the young man's throat. James struggled at first, but then accepted it. "Show me yours," Tiago said, nodding at Fabien's visible erection. The black man unzipped his jeans, and slowly fished out his tool. It was thick, long, and hard, easily an inch or two longer that Tiago's seven and half inch endowment. "This?" Fabien asked. "Definitely. Try it." Tiago suddenly pulled his cock all the way out from James's throat, leaving the boy gasping like a beached fish. "Ease, Ooo. Ahtp," James grunted through the pain in his throat and the constraints of the mouth spreader. He was struggling against the leather straps across his chest, but his frantic efforts were going nowhere. "Just once, quickly," Tiago said to Fabien. "His throat is already pretty destroyed from last night. It's going to be hard for him to take all of it for very long." He took the camera from Fabien, and knelt down beside James. "You can do this," he said to James. "You can help Fabien get it right, and that's important, right? It's important." James nodded. Fabien immediately pressed his cockhead into James's mouth. The mouth spreader was wide open, and even so, it was still hard for Fabien to navigate his thick black shaft to the entrance of James's throat. "Found it?" Tiago said. Fabien nodded. "Go for it," Tiago said. "James is ready for it, aren't you?" James was fighting to keep his composure. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run away, and never have to think about this again. But all of that was too much. It was all too much, the bright light of the examination room, the relentless weight of the leather restraints, and the dense softness of the cock pressed against his tonsils. "Go on," Tiago said Fabien pushed, just like Tiago had demonstrated. Several inches of his cock disappeared into James's mouth. "Oh fuck," Fabien moaned. James moaned. Fabien's cock was bigger than he imagined it would be. Tiago watched. He carefully recorded James's throat bulging out from the sheer girth of Fabien's tool. Tiago wondered what it had been like, when James had been properly high and restrained. He wondered what James sounded like when he was begging. "You see?" Tiago said. "This is amazing," Fabien said. "Fucking amazing." "Now. Just once. Try just forcing it in." Tiago put his hand on James's chest. "It's just once, ok? You can do this." James whimpered, but nodded in agreement. "Go ahead," Tiago told Fabien. Fabien had pulled out far enough that just the tip of his dick was still in James's mouth. As soon as Tiago gave him permission, he slammed his cock into the young man's throat. James's body stiffened, and he grunted in agony. Fabien laughed at James's reaction. He was enjoying his power, and clearly reveled in the response he was getting from James. "Taking it all," Fabien said. "Like a good cocksucker." He pulled out, and pushed in again. Once more, James struggled against the invasion, but he was powerless to stop it. "This is fucking amazing," he said. "I could do this all day." "So, you see how that happens?" "Yeah," Fabien said. "Just like this," he said, and used it as an excuse to slam-fuck James's throat once more. The young man was straining against the leather straps. His eyes were red from the tears. "Fuck," he said, as his dick disappeared into James's throat once more. "FUCK," he grunted. "That's enough for now," Tiago said, and pulled Fabien away from James. The black man's cock was stiff, glistening with James's spit. Tiago had been a bit surprised at how much the young man had gotten off on fucking James's throat. He wondered what Fabien could do when he was tweaked, particularly when he had a submissive boy like James to play with. "There's still a lot we need to do."

faggots like us were born to be fucktoys and cumdumpsters. it just takes us different amounts of time to figure it out for several reasons. we are told we should be having safe sex and only with boyfriends and partners, one at a time and that we should have standards and a sense of shame and self-respect and pride. place a high value on having sex and just in a committed relationships blah blah blah. that's fine for normal gay men and boys but some faggots are born pussyboys. the Eason we exist is to be a human fucktoy and give males a hot body with a pair of fuckholes to dump their loads in.not just guys we're dating or guys we like, ANY AND ALL MALES that want to use us or any fuckslut that will let them. when it comes to taking loads we have a deep need. we don't care who blows their loads in us cause we are disgusting whores.we don't even care if we know the names of the men who fuck us or even what they look like. we know the guys fucking us have zero respect for us cause we are such dirty whores. we know hundreds of men know what trash we are but we are actually proud of it. most depraved perverts hide their shameful acts but we show off and openly brag about doing stuff most people would be ashamed of. I was lucky enough to be such an obvious faggot and cumdump that guys have always used me and I was trained to be a true pussyboy early so I have always been a bareback cumdumpster for whoever wants to use me and I live in a great city to be a cumdump. plus I have been able to find daddy and boyfriends that encouraged me to be a cumdump and actually whored me out to tons of men along with watching me take hundreds and hundreds of bathhouse loads each. sooner or later faggots like us realise what we are and turn into the dirtiest trashiest whores around. it doesn't matter what guys who fuck us look like or their ages, weights, status, sexuality, cocksize. we are basically human fleshlights. guys can do whatever they want to us and treat us as degradingly or rough as they want. I just had a guy spit in my face after he came in my ass and I said "thank you sir".welcome to the world of being a worthless cumdumpster xo

It's a sad day in SelfMadeHell when a Man actively undermines what few pleasures can be wrung out of our short, sweet and occasionally epic lives... So. Go get fucked how you want, as often as you want, anywhere you want and drown that little nagging bitch voice in your head in a pool of jizz. Be the unapologetic out-of-control cumdump you were always meant to be.

I find being fucked through a glory hole so horny - the idea of taking a completely anonymous load really turns me on! A few weeks ago I went to the underwear night at Vault sex club in London. Whilst cruising the corridors I met a young hottie who wanted to take me to a cubical. As I was sucking him off, bent over with my ass against the wall of the cubical, I didn't realise that there was a hole in the wall. I suddenly felt something warm pressing against my ass, and then a well lubed up raw cock slid into my ass. I carried on sucking off the young guy, whilst this stranger was fucking me raw through the hole. It didn't take long for the stranger to cum (I guess he was just as turned on by the anonymous fuck as I was!), when he withdrew I turned around and offered my ass to the young guy - he was happy to fuck my used ass and give me a second load. When he left I was about to head to the toilets to clean up when I saw another cock poking through the glory hole. I turned around again and positioned my ass against the hole, and took another anonymous bare cock.

My step-dad broke me in when I was 12. He basically had the birds and bees talk with me, and lied to me about finding out whether I was gay or straight by seeing if I would get aroused from me stroking his cock and sliding his cock in my ass. He would use butter for lube, fingering my hole and stretching it before he would slide his 9 inch cucumber thick cock slowly in me. I am thankful that he was very patient and gentle in the beginning because once I got used to it, he would skin smack pound the the hell out of me before busting. He would make me cum by stroking my cock while boning me, and it made me crave his bone since I was getting pleasure out of it as well. He boned me for about 10 years. After he passed away, I ended up becoming a total top because I couldn't find a top who would be able to bone me, stroke me at the same time, and make me explode all over my stomach and chest like him. Has anyone had any similar experiences with family member for a long period of time?

1. Questionnaires James woke up to hear his phone chiming. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. He was in his apartment, but he didn't remember coming back. He tried to move, and discovered every muscle in his body was sore. Painfully, he reached down. His stomach was sticky with sweat and lube, and his dick was soft and limp. Bit of the night started to return to him. Conrad fucking him, as he begged Conrad to stop. Strangers fucking him as he cried in agony. Conrad laughing as he whimpered in pain. He had been nothing to these men, and they treated him like the faggot he was. He reached around, and gingerly explored his asshole with a finger. It was tender. He gasped, and learned that his throat was as sore as his asshole. Another memory returned. This time, his head was off the side of a bed, and a thick black cock was buried in his throat. It was deep enough that it choked off his oxygen. He had tried to push it away; that only got his arms tied down. He was shivering now, not so much cold as he was terrified. Conrad lived only a few doors down. He couldn't stop remembering the sound of Conrad's laugh. When he had gagged, Conrad had just laughed that much harder. Finally, he forced himself to look at the phone. The message was from Mitchell. "Audition for you tomorrow. I'll e-mail details." James tried to speak. He could barely get out a word, his throat was so sore. There was no way he could audition tomorrow in his current state. "Really bad sore throat," he wrote back. "Can barely talk." "Let me see what I can do," Mitchell texted back. James tried to stretch out his muscles; he found new areas of tenderness. There were bruises on his wrist, where he had struggled against the restraints. He had been blindfolded; the man fucking his hole had paused. The unknown man whispered in his ear. "Turns me on. Watching you struggle like that." He tried to forget what had happened next. "I want you to see my doctor," Mitchell texted. "14:00," he said, and gave an address. James looked at his phone. It was already 12:30. He forced himself out of bed, forcing himself to ignore the pain. He took a shower, and washed away the accumulated sweat, lube, spit, and cum. He felt a bit better, until he looked in the mirror. There were some light bruises on his face; he couldn't remember when he had gotten them. A further exploration of his body revealed some welts on his ass, and bruises around his ankles as well. He was numb. He hated himself, hated what he felt, hated that he had let it happen to him. He put on his clothes, and called an Uber. The office was a nondescript building in a nondescript commercial district. He went to the second floor office and walked in. There were four seats in the waiting area, only one was occupied by a muscular older man. He went to the receptionist. He was a slim Latino, and James found himself imagining the possibilities with the older man and Latino. "Hi. I'm Jim, James," he said, catching himself. The receptionist looked up; he had a thick, trimmed beard. James stuttered for a moment. "I've, I've, I've got an appointment." "Oh yes. Mitchell had booked it." He pulled out a clipboard and handed it to him. "Can you just fill this out before the doctor sees you?" He motioned for James to take a seat. As James sat across from the bearded older man, he looked him over. He was good looking, and there was an unmistakable bulge in his jeans. Unfortunately, the man caught him staring, and smiled. James quickly glanced away and sat down. James tried to focus on the questionnaire, despite feeling the man's eyes on him. He read the first question. "In the past 48 hours, how many sexual partners have you had?" There were two columns of answers, one labeled "Receptive" and "Insertive." For each, there were just four options, "None," "One," "Two," and "Three or more." James circled his answers. "Three or more" for getting fucked, and none at all for fucking. He moved on to the next questions. "What forms of safer sex did you use, if any." Again, there were options, but only one applied to James. "None." James started on the next question, "What of the following have you done in the past six months?" He started to check off some of the options. He had used "party drugs," as the survey put it. He had sex with strangers. He had been restrained. The last one made him cause. "Sex without your consent (Raped)." He remembered how he had begged Conrad to stop. He remembered how Conrad had laughed. "I need to cum," he said. "That's all you need to worry about." His ass throbbed at the memory; he wasn't sure if he was horrified or aroused by it. He checked the box. But before he could go to the next page, the door opened, and two men walked out. He immediately recognized Tiago; this time in a shirt and tie, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope. He was followed by a young black man. He was wearing black pants and under the blue polo shirt, James could see the muscles ripple with each move. "I wondered if it was you," Tiago said. Tiago smiled, and James knew that even if his memory of the time with Tiago was fuzzy, Tiago's memory was crisp and clear. "This is my intern, Fabien," he said, introducing the young man next to him. He was at most a year or two older than James. James went to stand up; he realized he was about six inches taller than Fabien. "Don't worry," Tiago said. He turned to Fabien. "You want to finish up the questionnaire with him?" "Sure," Fabien said. He took the clipboard, and read the answers. He turned to James. "All bottom, huh?" "Yeah," James stammered. He tried not to meet Fabien's eyes. He had all the answers right in front of him. "And all bareback, too?" Fabien asked. Tiago was standing, watching, nodding his head. James caught the stranger staring at him, and smiling. He adjusted his dick in his jeans; James could see the stranger's cock was massive. "Yeah," James stammered. He didn't want this interview to happen where anyone could see it. "You said drugs," Fabien continued. "Which ones?" Fabien wasn't even trying to keep his voice down. Even the Latino receptionist had stopped shuffling papers, and was listening. "Uh..." The entire room was focused on him. "Weed?" Fabien asked. James nodded. "GHB?" James nodded again. "Tina?" James nodded a third time. He couldn't stand to look at the stranger again, much less Fabien or Tiago. "Anything else?" He remembered Conrad telling him to snort something. "He called it vitamin K?" "That's a bunch," Fabien said. He looked at the clipboard. His eye fell on the last one. "Let's go back," he said, turning to Tiago. "Yeah," he said. "Let's go," Tiago said, helping James to his feet. "We can talk more." As the two men led James back to an examination room, James heard the stranger ask the receptionist. "You've got his number, right?" "Hell yeah," the receptionist said, as the Fabien shut the door.

It sounded like a great 30th birthday present from my partner Bill—a professional massage followed by some hot love making. I was down with that! Bill and I ate an early supper out at our favorite neighborhood dive and I had time for a relaxing shower before the masseuse arrived at 8. I took the liberty of getting clean and ready for some deep dicking by Bill after I was all relaxed from my massage. Jon advertized in the local GLBT rag with at least a few dozen competitors. Bill chose him because he listed his qualifications and training and didn’t feature a scantily dressed photo. I laughed at this and said what if I wanted a DEEP massage and Bill promised he would take care of that afterwards. I’ll admit it—I was horny! Jon showed up on time and set up his table in the back study of our house. Bill said he was going to watch some TV upstairs and he kissed me and told me to enjoy my birthday present. Jon said he could massage me naked or with underwear on—what ever my comfort level was. I hadn’t had a professional massage and told him I wanted the works. He smirked and winked while he said, “but, of course!” As my upper thighs were sore from working out at the gym, I asked if I could start on my back. Certainly he said as he turned on a CD with soft music on his little boom box and adjusted the lights low so I could be totally relaxed. Jon was good! He covered my naughty bits with a towel when he was working elsewhere and he quickly had me relaxed and very pliable. I guess massage can be hard work because I noticed he slipped out of his sweat pants to gym shorts and took off his short sleeve shirt to reveal a wife beater and an amazing chest—heck, the whole package was mighty nice! I tried to not pay attention to him as I turned over to my stomach. He worked my back over very well and I got so relaxed my right arm slide off the table. He changed position and stood on my right side—my arm was lightly in contact with his sizzling body. My head was within the opening in the table so it could remain lined up and not turned one way or the other. All I could see was the floor but my awareness seemed to spike. There was something in that simple connection between his body and my arm and his strong hands kneading me that made me feel very alive. He started working the small of my back and pressed against my arm a little closer. I was aware that my dick was reacting to this and a sigh slipped out. He reached down to grab my hand and place it back on the table. I missed the contact immediately, but his hands started working my ass and that caught my attention. I love my ass massaged by Bill, but Jon was like a bread maker working stiff dough. Whether it was right or not, I spread the legs to give him easier access. I was so in tune with this feeling of bliss. I could hear Jon’s steady breathing over the soft music. My own breathing was deep and I was in heaven. A soft moan slipped out of my mouth as he made me more pliant than I had ever been. He worked one leg and then the other—my ass still exposed and legs spread. When he worked the point where my legs connected with my ass, I could feel precum dripping out of me and I sighed and spread my legs a bit more. Jon’s slick oiled hands worked me like no one had before. It wasn’t exactly sexual, but I was harder than a rock and was started to pant a bit. He poured a bit more oil in his hands and was now working between my cheeks. When his fingers finally strayed against my hole I gasped out loud. Was this a massage or a seduction? I was monogamous with Bill, but I was so fucking turned on and relaxed that I couldn’t make a move to stop whatever Jon wanted. It was pretty obvious that I was enjoying this special attention. My ass clenched and relaxed in time with Jon’s ministrations. Jon said he was getting rather warm and I could hear him pulling off his shirt and perhaps slipping his shorts off. I wasn’t sure. All I knew is that I was so turned on! Jon’s next move surprised me. I felt his 5 o’clock scruff against my right ass cheek. He was just rubbing up and down my cheeks and I instinctively flexed my free hand against him. He was naked! He grabbed my hand and led it to what felt like a log between his legs. I groaned as I squeezed it and he now started licking my crack. I thrust against him and started milking his mighty tool as he started eating my hole. I was now moaning and was disappointed when he broke the connection. That disappointment quickly faded as I felt him climb on the table and he grabbed my ass cheeks hard and started tongue fucking and finger fucking me. My ass was as spread as it could be and I was scooting up a bit with my ass to give him better access. He moved up further and I could feel his dick against my ass. I was a bit nervous now. I hadn’t cheated on Bill before and taking an unknown man’s dick bare was not safe! As he slid his drooling shaft up and down my crack, he reached under and pinched my nipples. I moaned anew and he started nibbling and talking in my ear. He told me that he wanted to give me the ultimate birthday present. I didn’t say a word, just felt him pressing against my slightly open hole. He kept talking and said that Bill thought a deep massage would spice up his and my sex life. I finally told him I didn’t want to get caught and this wasn’t very safe. He laughed and said he wouldn’t fall off the table and hurt himself. He then said he only topped and I had nothing to worry about. He asked if I was poz and I said no pretty sharply. He said “perfect” and started pulling me up into the doggy position. I was shaking my head no even as he was lining up to penetrate me. I moaned no as he started pressing in earnest. It felt SO good to feel that thick head pop through my first ring. He stopped and continued to tweak my nipples and talk dirty to me. He told me he knew I wanted this and he was going to take me and give me what I really needed for my birthday. I groan and pushed back against him—together we worked to achieve total penetration. I liked hearing Jon’s gruff voice as he quietly spoke and got my even more turned on by his dirty talk. He asked me who was bigger—him or Bill. “You are.” I admitted. Who did I want fucking me? “You, Jon” “When we are done, I want you to shower and then fuck Bill with your hot hole—make sure he eats your ass first. I am going to make your hole really slick for Bill to enjoy—that will spice up your sex life and make me really happy that you shared this fuck with your partner.” Jon instructed. “Your ass is going to be so open and slippery from my fuck and my seed deep in you, boy! You want that, don’t you? You want to be a hole for me to breed? A receptacle for sperm? I moaned and admitted that I did. The pounding started going in overdrive! He was quietly cursing and tell me that he was going to own my ass and mark it as his own. I hadn’t read anything about pozzing talk at this point in my life so it was just a super turn on to hear that he wanted me so bad. I didn’t know what I was asking for when he started telling me what he wanted to hear from me. I was so hard as he pounded me that I begged for his seed, for him to breed my ass and make it his. “This is so hot, boy! Your partner paid to have you massaged but you are getting bred as well! 2 for 1, boy! All, right, fag boy, here comes your birthday gift—I am breeding you…now!!!” Jon rammed in as deep as he could and I could feel him jerking and spurting within me. The feeling made me shoot then and there. “Nothing finer than a boy shooting his load when he is finally bred right!” Jon sighed. He stayed in me sliding in and out as he worked his load into my receptive hole. Jon told me to keep his load in my ass so it would feel amazing for Bill later. I complied. Bill and I had great sex that night. He ate my ass and told me how relaxed and silky it was after my massage. I was hard from thinking about what he was doing and whose load he was tasting. Jon was right, Bill liked fucking my hole after Jon had bred it. A few months later I got sicker than a dog. A sense of dread filled me and later I tested poz. I couldn't find Jon's ad anymore and I had no way to contact him. I knew exactly what Jon had meant by his words! I had been bred for my birthday!

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.

Hey guys - here's a new story, but it is based on and a continuation of the story "Best Brothers." You don't need to have read Best Brothers to start this one, but it's a great flow! Here's the link to Best Brothers: This story is with special thanks to @BBSwimmerBoy for being such a hot, slutty, sleazy skank and dream brother. One of the main characters is based on you, bro! Enjoy guys! A YOUNG LUST OR FIRST LOVE? Braden wrapped his hand around his hard, throbbing eight-and-a-half inch cut cock, stroking steadily as he closed his eyes and thought back to last weekend. His dick stirred every time he let his mind wander back to being at that club with his brother. How freeing it was to share that night with him, even if he didn’t share all the events of the night. Finally letting his brother see his true self as he was eagerly fucked over and over – all of them using him and needing to cum inside him. Braden never forgetting the smile he saw on his brother’s face when he took the first load of the night. Braden hadn’t had sex in the four days since that beautiful night out. Remembering back to Jonny and Marc. Then remembering when he found his older brother, Ryan, in that dark corner of the bar, both of them in their jock and harness with asses dripping cum. When Ryan slid inside him and fucked his final load of the night into his little brother, it was almost as if… Braden’s dick throbbed, his balls tightened, his mouth opened as he let out a soft moan and his cock exploded. Cum shot all over his smooth teen abs, chest and face. KNOCK ON THE DOOR “Sweetie, you ready to go? You don’t want to miss your flight!” “Yeah mom, I’ll be right out!” Braden stood up, going his bathroom to clean up. He put on a pair of baby blue and pink Pump briefs, tight jeans and a tailored, tight-fitting T-shirt. Washed a bit of cum from his shaggy brown hair and quickly styled it. Grabbed his bags and went down-stairs to meet his mother. As they got into his mom’s Range Rover, Braden thanked her for taking him to the airport since his brother Ryan had to go on a last-minute work trip. Everyone thought Braden was a perfect kid. Eighteen-years old and heading off to UCLA in the fall, he was a preppy, polite swimmer jock with a 4.0 GPA going to college in LA on a scholarship that he didn’t need. He’s been out to everyone since he was 15 and made his parents proud – they constantly bragged about him to all their liberal, elite friends in the Bay area. They did the same with their eldest gay son, Ryan. Both of them were popular, but not interested in the high school drama, having just as many nerd friends as those who were jocks. Ryan played soccer and Braden swam. Braden swam a lot and his lean muscled build and deep blue eyes made it easy for him to have sex. He always knew he was gay, but not being feminine meant the girls still wanted him, a lot. He was always polite when letting them down. Braden’s extreme sex drive was genetically inherited, just like that of his brother. He jerked off every morning, occasionally at school during lunch, and could spend hours edging at night. If he hooked up, it would amp him up, making him even hornier. Even if he came, which wasn’t always the case, he would usually jack off again a couple hours later. Braden kissed his mother goodbye at the airport and caught his flight to Chicago. It was the end of June and he was taking a special trip for a pre-collegiate swim meet. It would be two days of competition for swimmers and divers from colleges all around the country, a handful of Ivy Leagues, some of the Big Ten and Braden easily qualified to go. Northwestern University was hosting. Braden was excited to compete and get to know a couple other incoming freshmen, but what he was really excited about was that after the competition was over on Friday afternoon, it would be Pride in Chicago. He figured everyone would head home that Saturday, but Braden booked a hotel in Boys Town for Saturday and Sunday night. He had met his roommate for the stay Wednesday through Friday night, and he was OK but decidedly straight and a drip. Very little chance Braden would get the room to himself and even less of a chance that his roomie for the trip would go out to the party that Friday night. Apparently, it was traditional for one of the fraternities to host a party the night after the competition finished. Drunken frat boys and incoming freshmen figuring out how they would fit into the college jock tribe. Braden was somewhat excited to go, but what he really couldn’t wait for was Saturday when he could ditch his teammates and explore Boystown. He’d heard it gets pretty wild, especially at the Steamworks bathhouse! The pool was packed. A co-ed event of swimmers and divers made the pool and the two locker rooms very crowded. And it was a hot summer week, so everyone would wear their suits under gym shorts and walk back to the dorms wet, many of them shirtless. Everyone was fit, cocky, and rowdy. Braden’s gaydar was not very well refined, although it was going off quite a bit, along with Grindr and Sniffies. In person, though, he just wasn’t yet confident in mixed settings. He had plenty of sexual experience, with teammates from high school and online hook ups, but he was not versed in navigating new jocks he didn’t know. One guy really caught his eye A. blond-haired, blue-eyed, smooth, high energy and popular swimmer. His name was Nic and he swam the butterfly like a Greek god. Standing about 6 feet tall, the same height as Braden, he had a smile that arrested everyone, and made Braden feel nervous and insecure for the first time in a long time. ***FROM BRADEN*** I grab one of the open showers for a quick rinse. The water cascading over my smooth body and tight fitting speedo combined with the endless sea of horny wet guys in speedos made my dick start to stir. Fuck, I don’t want to bone up here, not really. Every showerhead was running hot water and it was intensely steamy. This locker room had to be designed for maybe a quarter of the guys who were in here right now. I grab my towel and walk over to the sink to dry off. When I pull the towel off my head and open my eyes, there was Nic standing right next to me, drying himself. We both smile at each other. Nic – Fucking crowded in here, isn’t it! Me – I know. It’s crazy. But I can’t complain. Nic – Haha, neither can I. Fuck, is he checking me out. I run my eyes up and down his body. I’m at a loss for words. Nic – You swam really well today. Me – Thanks man, you too. Your fly is pretty fuckin’ incredible. OK, now he’s totally checking me out hard. And he is so hot. Our eyes keep darting back and forth from each other’s bulges and abs to our faces. I adjust my suit a little, just enough to move my semi-hard cock around. Nic gives me a smirk – subtle, but I got it. Nic – Thanks man. Yeah, it is one of my favorite strokes. Me – Yah, gives you killer abs, too. We both laugh a little. He turns to me and sticks his hand out. Nic – My name’s Nic. Me – Hey… I’m Braden. Um…where do you live? We shake hands for a little too long before we let them go. I turn and press my ass to the sink counter and watch Nic finish drying off. Nic – New York. Manhattan. But I’m going to school this fall in Boston. You? Me – Oh cool man. I’m from San Fran, but I’m going to UCLA this fall. Nic grabs his t-shirt and puts it on, although he’s not quite dry. Nic – Oh that’s awesome Man. LA is so much fun. I wish I was going somewhere warm like that. Me – Ah, ha, yeah. Well you can always transfer. What a stupid thing to say. Braden, pull yourself together, I think. Nic laughs just a little, endearingly. Nic – Yeah, maybe. Ya never know. Hey, are you going to the party tonight? I nod as Nic pulls on his running shorts and grabs his stuff. Me – Yeah, I was planning on it. Are you? Nic – Sweet. I’ll see you there. Should be fun. Me – Yeah, cool. I’ll be there. Nic – Cute speedo, Braden. See you tonight. I blush, turning red as I watch Nic walks away. Fuck he is so damn hot. I wanted to grab his dick so bad, right here. I swear, if he wanted to fuck me in front of everyone in this locker room right now, I would gladly take his cock and beg him for it. I grab my shorts and slip them on, grab my shirt and phone and head to the pool deck to find my roommate. As I wait for him, I open Sniffies on my phone. Now that the meet is over, I NEED to get fucked. God I hope one of these guys doesn’t flake. I think back to Nic for a second; I bet he’s on here. Maybe I can find him. Good thing I don’t have too much on my profile. I have a few messages, all just “hi” or “hey.” I shoot back a “looking?” and message a few guys. One twink with a very limited profile and a pic in a speedo really looked like Nic. Might be him. Not much in his profile, though, just a hot pic and a line, “18-year old swimmer looking for fun.” I get distracted by a message from a guy that I hit up yesterday. He’s 31, 6’ 4”, 170 pounds, gay, top. Top – Damn you look hot. If you can get over here soon, we can fuck before I go out tonight. I need to unload so I don’t lose my mind at the club. I look at his location. Nice, he’s not too far. His cock looks amazing. Me – Yeah man, let’s do it. I can be there in an hour. Cool? My roomie, Chris, walks over. He’s such a bore. Good thing he’s nice to look at. We walk back to the dorm. A few of the other guys are getting ready for dinner and Chris is going. I begged off so I could get away for a few hours before the party. Plus I did not want to get ready with Chris around. They head out and I jump in the shower. By the time I’m done, they had gone. I put on a spray of cologne. Grab my red PUMP jockstrap. Tight, low-rise skinny jeans, belt, and a white textured shirt, tight and short cut, going barely going down to my belt. Uber ordered. Grab my bottle of poppers and head out. It’s about a 20-minute ride. Me – I’m on my way. Be there in 20. Top – good. Top – a friend of mine came over early. So he’s here but he’s cool and can leave us alone. Me – oh kinky! The uber stops and I get out at a decent looking apartment building. Door buzzes and I head up. Knock on the door. Top opens and I step in. He’s shirtless in jean shorts. From his body, I figure it’s the same guy but can never be sure, really. Top – Hey man, come in. I’m Tony. That’s Brandon. I look over at a beautiful black man, probably the same age. Built, chillin’ with a beer and a joint. Me – Hey guys. I’m Braden. Top just kinda leans in and kisses me. I respond, pressing into him and kissing back. I run my hand down his abs and grab at his dick through his shorts. He lifts my shirt up and breaks our kiss. I help him out, pulling my shirt up. Top – Fuck yeah, you are a hot little slut aren’t you! Me – Thanks man. You’re hot as hell. You both are. He tosses my shirt on the table. I undo my jeans and open them, sliding them down so I’m only wearing my jock. I grab Top’s dick again, pushing his shorts down and fishing his cock out of his briefs. I drop right to my knees and wrap my lips around his growing cock. Nice big cut fat meat. Brandon stands up and walks over to Top. Brandon – Hey man, we don’t got a lot of time. The others are gonna be here in less than an hour and you still gotta get ready. I bob up n down on this beautiful cock, tasting precum now. I look up at them, listening… Top – well then we better not waste time. He steps away, his cock popping out of my mouth. I stand up and follow him. He bends me over the couch and spreads my ass cheeks. He pushes his mouth and tongue right in, eating out my smooth ass. I moan out, groaning as he works my hole, pushing in and opening me up. I look over at Brandon and smile at him. Nodding. Brandon drops his shorts and pulls out his big black cock, stroking it hard. I open my mouth as he slaps it across my face. I moan and open again. His dick goes right in, pushing down my throat. It tastes so fucking good! I work my tongue along his cock and relax my throat as he pushes in and tries to gag me. I hear Top behind me. Top – Yeah you little slut. Suck that dick. You love cock, don’t ya fag! I just moan, nodding as I sucked off Brandon. I can hear Top fussing around. Then I feel his lubed up fingers press into my ass. Fuck yessss… ‘I hope he wasn’t fussing around with a condom,’ I think to myself. Then I feel his cock press on my hole. I relax, opening my ass to him. Fuck yessss I need this so bad! As his cock pushes into me balls deep, I moan out. Brandon stands up and goes into the kitchen. Me – Ohhh fuck yes, fuck my ass please! Your cock feels amazing. God yes, I’ve needed this so badly! I reach back and feel his bare cock going in and out of me. Top – Yeah Braden, you fuckin slut. You like having my bare cock in you? Me – Fuck yeah, mmmm I love your raw dick fucking my hole so much! I grab the pillow and brace myself as he fucks in and out of me harder. I hear Brandon in the kitchen talking to someone, but I can’t make it out. Top keeps sliding his cock in and out of me. His hands on my hips, slamming hard into me with every thrust. I look up as two new guys walk in and watch. They are chatting and drinking while Top fucks me. I moan so loud as he speeds up. Top – Hell yeah you fucking slut, oh fuck you’re getting me close. God I want to cum in you. You want it bitch? Me – Oh fuck yeah, cum in my ass man. Go ahead. Breed me! Top – Are you sure man? Me – Oh fuck yah, do it. I fuckin’ love it. Brandon – Fuck that’s good, cause I think a few of us will want to have a go at you. Top stiffens, pumping into me, then holds and moans out. His cock spewing cum into me. Me – Ohhhh fuck yeah, breed me man. Let me get all of you ready for your night out. I’ll milk the loads from all of you. Top pulls out and brings his cock around to my face. I quickly and eagerly take his slimy dick into my mouth to suck him clean, moaning as Brandon presses his cock into my hole. I groan out with pleasure as he grabs my hips and starts to speed up quickly, going in hard on my ass. My god it feels so fucking good! A new guy comes over, already stroking his cock as he talks with the other guy. Brandon feels incredible as he speeds up and slaps my ass. I keep sucking on Top. Brandon grabs my hair, jerking my head back. He yells at me, Brandon – Fuck yeah faggot, take my load you fucking slut! Me – Fuck yeah, I moan as he spits in my face and slams into me, unloading balls deep into my hole. While I’m sucking Brandon clean, one of the other guys gets behind me and pushes his cock in. He fucks me, rather plainly and then cums in me. Not immediately, but after a good bit of fucking. Then the fourth guy gets in. He takes his time, long-dicking my ass. I lose track of time taking the last load. We go at it for a while, in a couple positions. He gets off in me while I ride him. Milking his dick, he thrusts up into me and shoots deep inside. The feeling is perfection. There are a few other people in the apartment by now. A couple were girls. Top comes over and asks if I want to hang out with them for the night. Tempting, but I tell him I have another party to go to. As I slid off the guy I was just riding, I take a minute to gather my composure. Top disappears, but Brandon showed me to the bathroom. I clean up as best I can, but I have four loads in me. Fuck. I hope they don’t leak out. I pull my jeans on and wash my face. I go out and Brandon shows me to the door. It’s 10:15, so much later than I thought. I call an Uber to go right to the party. I kinda figured I would probably wind up wearing this to the party. Oh well.

Note to all my stories: What I post in the fiction section is really and truly fiction, products of my diseased, perverted mind. This story had its start in a guy I saw at Club Z many years ago, long before I discovered bugchasing. He was a troll, looking at him disgusted me, skinny, wasted, missing teeth, much like the Troll in this story. As revolted as I was I couldn't help being fascinated by his cock, it was lovely. Long, hard, perfectly formed, my mouth almost watered watching him stroke it slowly as he looked me in the eye. I wanted to suck it, feel it slide up my ass, squirt me full of his obviously diseased cum. He smiled at me and I turned and fled. I never saw him again, but I still think, what if...? Infected By the AIDS Troll I swallowed when I looked at the Troll, he was obviously sick. I'd seen guys with full blown AIDS before and it had always disgusted me. Now it made my dick hard to look at him and imagine his diseased cock raping my neg ass. He was gaunt, obviously ill, with a big belly that was not from beer. His legs were spotted with a few small Kaposi's marks. He didn't look that bad, but he obviously had AIDS. Did I actually want to let this diseased, AIDS ridden troll fuck me and cum in me? My dick throbbed with the answer, I did. I'd taken never taken a load I knew was poz, had just tested neg after a long dry spell. Now was my chance to get what all my jerk off fantasies revolved around, taking a poz load. I'd finally had to admit to myself that it turned me on more because it would be a load of AIDS cum. We were at a meet and greet for poz men. The organizers put a line in the publicity for the meeting that reluctantly welcomed 'poz friendly neg men', an obvious euphemism for bugchasers like me. I'd recently admitted to myself that I was a bugchaser, what better place to find someone willing and eager to spread the bug than here? I'd thought I'd meet some hot, young, fit guy and go back to his place and get poz fucked. Now my asshole was wet and aching to feel the Troll's diseased cock raping it, tearing it up, making it bleed so his AIDs bug would surely infect me. Troll smiled, a big, shit-eating grin. sure enough, no teeth, just raw gums. I almost shot my load, he was disgusting, I knew I'd be his bitch in minutes. He'd zeroed in and approached me, his name was Tom. The place was packed, he pushed up against me, pressing his hard cock into my butt, then reached around and groped my equally hard cock. We spoke briefly, then he wandered away and circulated, but his eyes kept track of me. My descent into bugchasing started when I saw references to 'charged loads', 'gifting' and 'pozzing' on the net. Soon all my fantasies featured me taking poz loads. When I first stumbled across accounts of young guys taking loads from old, AIDS ridden trolls I'd been revolted, but my dick was always rigid and oozing. More and more I jerked off to more extreme bugging fantasies featuring disgusting AIDS ridden trolls. Why was my dick hard and oozing, about to cum in my pants when I looked at him? I tried desperately to hide it, but I wanted him to bend me over the table and give me the hardest buttfucking of my life, ramming his diseased cock in me hard enough to tear my ass bloody and give the virus that infected his cum a straight shot at my bloodstream. Tom snickered as looked me up and down, he knew what I needed. He wore loose sweat bottoms and his cock was swelling as he looked me, tenting the crotch of the sweats. I couldn't help but stare, it was obviously large, thick and long, I went weak in the knees with a need to suck it, to make it grow, make it hard, so he could violate my neg ass and infect me with his disease. The place had thinned out a bit, men were making out, a few were on their knees sucking, one pair were fucking urgently. Tom looked at me and leered, my time was near. He pushed his sweats down and his cock flopped out. I whimpered, it was beautiful, magnificent, long, thick, big helmet head, a long foreskin lapping over a huge PA. My ass ached as I thought of how much it would hurt when he shoved that AIDS dick in me, how he'd tear my ass open and create clear paths for his disease to find it's way into my bloodstream and infect me. He pulled his shirt up and pushed his sweats down, he was gaunt and wasted, full belly, obviously diseased, Kaposi's on his thighs. I swallowed and dropped my pants to my knees, then turned around, leaned against the drink rail and stuck my ass out. Seconds later I felt the wet head of Tom's cock nuzzle my needy asshole. I moaned and pushed back, he chuckled and slapped me. "Easy, boy! I'm the boss here, you're nothing but a sick bugchasing bitch. You'll get what you want, but you'll get it like I want to give it to you. Tom pumped nine inches of hard dick in and out of me. He popped the head out, then back in, fuck it felt good! A few more minutes of slow fucking and he chuckled. "You like my AIDS dick in you, don't you?" "Fuck yeah, fuck it's good, give it to me." "Oh, I will, you're gonna get what you want tonight, gonna pump a creamy load of my AIDS cum into your tight neg ass, just like you want. I'm full blown. Yeah, you're gonna get it tonight, gonna poz you tonight, gonna infect you tonight." My stomach lurched when he said that. His dick felt so good in me, I loved he had AIDS. He would infect me, I should ask him to stop, or pull out and cum on my ass, not in it. It was so good getting fucked, it was so hot having an AIDS infected cock in me. My ass felt really wet, like when a man had cum in me, had he? I couldn't, but I knew some guys could cum more than once per fuck. Had he already shot in me? My dick pulsed at the thought, I could have AIDS cum in me now! I almost shot my load, it was so hot thinking about getting AIDS cum in me, I wanted it. "You gonna cum in me, gonna fill me with AIDS cum?" "Already shot once, your neg ass is full of my AIDS cum, my AIDS babies are in you now, I just pozzed you, just infected you, you got my strain." I moaned and shot my load, it was too late, he'd cum in me. No point in asking him to stop. And it felt so good, I wanted another load of his poison cum. "Fuck that's hot, cum in me again, give me another load of AIDS cum!" "Oh, I am, I'm pozzing you tonight, just like you wanted." "Fuck yeah, poz me, give it to me, poz me, infect me with HIV! Give me your strain!" I wanted it, wanted to get pozzed, infected with HIV. I might already have been, would be if he fucked me enough. Yes, he was infecting me now. "Sure thing, bitch, gonna infect you tonight, just like you want, gonna infect you with HIV." "Yes, infect me, infect me with HIV. I want you to infect me with HIV, I want your strain!" I looked at him fucking me in the mirror, he was full blown, he had AIDS. I felt his swollen AIDS belly against me and knew he was for real. I wanted his strain. "Give me your load, I want your strain, infect me with HIV!" "Already have you sick fucking faggot, already infected you, take my AIDS cum, faggot!" He shoved in hard and moaned, I felt his cock swell and a warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated and filled my ass with his AIDS cum, giving me his strain.

take as long as you need .. for me - it's all about how you fuck me .. move me around .. use my hole the way you need .. and cum when you want ..

It depends on if I have to go to a "respectable" meeting/appt/whatever with business people, service providers, whatever. On those (fairly rare) occasions, boxers. Usual "everyday" wear is Commando - but then I'm not swinging a porn-cock either. I just like the feeling of swinging free. For cruising the darkrooms, a steel cock-ring as well as 501's. I like when other men check it out.

Do it.

All men are sluts. IDC if they personally identify as one or not. Theyre a slut too.

I love eager tops, those that stretch out push forward, the sign they want your cumdump hole. Some tops only want a blowjob and pull away and leave. A true top fucks a sloppy hole and uses spit only to get off, remains in position after coming and allows you to clean his cock. Need more men like that 😈😈🍆💦

Two o’clock in the afternoon and my dick was hard in my jock strap as I texted Joe “Right by your house. Wanna fuck?” It took about two minutes for him to answer the text. “YES!!” I put the car into drive and headed over. Knowing his partner’s schedule, I knew we would have about three hours of fucking ahead of us before he got home. When Joe answered the door he was surprised to see me dressed in scrubs with my hospital badge on. “Are we going to play doctor?” “We can if you want,” I said, “but I’m dressed like this 'cause it was the only way to get out of the house. I told Tom I picked up an extra shift. He thinks I’m at work.” “Nice,” he commented as he slipped a finger in my waistband and pulled me close to him, kissing me hard. As we kissed he untied the drawstring on my pants and let them fall to the floor, rubbing my ass and snapping the elastic of the jock against my cheek. He moved his hand to the front of my jock and took great pleasure in knowing my pre-cum was flowing. Joe snared a strand of pre-cum from my cock head, and fed it to me. “Mmmmmmmm,” I said tasting my sweet cum mix with his salty skin, but adding “I’d rather taste yours though.” With that he pushed me down to my knees, undid the fly of his jeans, and pulled out his thick seven inch cock. As it slid on my tongue I could taste his excitement. He forced my head down to his thick bush, making me gag a little on the head of his cock. Every time that I coughed on the size of his cock it would make him harder and harder. After a few minutes of sucking him to a rock-hard state, he lifted be up, took my scrub top and the t-shirt under it off. I managed to get my pants off using only my feet. He leaned me over the back of the couch and spent a few moments feeling the warmth of the crack of my ass. “You know just what I like: jockstrap, sneakers and tube socks.” He loved those striped gym socks from the 70’s that came-up to the knee. Joe knelt behind me, shirtless, his jeans undone, and started to furiously tongue my ass. He had one of those tongues that could go deeper than some dicks. He was a sloppy eater too, getting his spit all over the crack of my ass to the point that it would run down my legs so there was never the need for lube when Joe fucked me. He obviously loved eating ass, because I could see his rock hard cock sticking out of his jeans. After I was good and wet, Joe stood up and positioned his thick cock at the entrance to my ass with the order “Push back on it boy.” Slowly, I pushed against the couch and felt his cock slide into me. It seemed like an eternity as I slowly got used to Joe’s mammoth girth. Finally I could feel his bush against my ass his long heavy balls touching mine, which earned me the remark “Good boy.” At first Joe started out slowly pumping his cock in and out of me, sometimes letting it slip all the way out and shoving it back in, making me whimper a little as my ass had to stretch out again around his cock. As he fucked me he picked up his pace and his pre-cum was taking over the job that his spit had started. The more he fucked me the faster he would go and the more pre-cum he would produce. Every time he pulled away and slammed back into me I could feel his pre-cum and spit spatter between us. My whole ass and his entire crotch were covered in a mixture of pre-cum, spit and ass juice. I knew what was coming next from past experience with Joe. As he got closer to coming he fucked me so hard that it bordered on violence. He had no regard for any pain or discomfort that I might be in and only cared about releasing his load within me. This was when I loved getting fucked by him the most. Faster and faster the strokes came. Every now and then he would accidentally pull back to far and his cock would pop-out completely, and then he would shove it back in with a tremendous force. I could feel our juices dripping down my legs as he grunted “Fucking little slut. Fucking little bitch. Who’s fucking whore are you?” “You are, Sir.” “Fucking right. You’re my whore. My little fucking whore.” Suddenly his strokes got even harder and faster until he slammed into me and pinned me against the back of the couch and held me there. I could feel his balls emptying into my ass. After the first few initial spurts he did a few slow strokes in me to get the rest of the load out, shuddering as the head of his enormous cock rubbed along the inside of my ass. Once he fully withdrew, he snapped out the same order he always gave, commanding “Clean it off bitch.” Instantly I spun around and knelt in front of his dripping engorged cock and took it in my mouth. I could taste his cum, his spit and my ass all mixed together in an intoxicating cocktail. Suddenly I could taste his piss in my mouth. He always gave a little warning shot before giving me the full stream. “Don’t spill any bitch.” He let go with a hot stream in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, which earned me a bit more praise: “Good boy. Stand up.” As I stood he cupped the front of my jock with his hand and licked of the copious amount of pre-cum that had gathered during my impalement on his cock. He kissed me, backing my up to the couch and pushing me over so that my legs were in the air and he had full access to my used hole. He pulled by throbbing cock out from under my jock and let it rest against me as he stuck two fingers in my sore hole. Each time he went in and massaged my prostate, my cock would jump. I went to reach for my cock and got slapped across the face. “That’s my cock to play with, not your's, Bitch. Touch it again and I’ll have to restrain you.” To make sure I didn’t go for it again, I put my hands behind my back and just let him pleasure me. It seemed like forever as he played with my hole and stroke my cock using the cum he had deposited within me. He would get me almost to the point of coming and then let my cock go before I had the chance, repeating this over and over until he knew that the next time I would have no choice but to spew my load all over his living room. Then, just before I blew, he leaned over, took my cock into his mouth and sucked me off, even as he continued to finger my ass. It was all too much for me and I suddenly felt myself coming in his mouth. Once he was sure I was done, he grabbed me by the throat and brought me up to a sitting position. He then kissed me and released all of my cum into my mouth. We must have kissed for ten minutes, exchanging my load back and forth between our mouths. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up so you can go to work,” he remarked, enjoying the lie I would give Tom. Of course once in the shower he got hard again so he pinned me against the wall and again impaled me with his thick member. As my hole was swollen from his first attack, the pain was unbelievable, but so was the pleasure. Being a bit of a sadist, he took great pleasure in knowing how painful it was for me as he fucked me faster and faster. Just as I thought I couldn’t take another moment of his fucking, he came in my ass, remaining lodged in my hole until he went soft. Upon withdrawing, a pool of blood and cum dumped out of my ass onto the shower floor. And, as before, he commanded me to swallow his cock until it was thoroughly cleaned. We were in the living room and I was getting dressed when he asked what I was going to do with the rest of my evening. Normally, my partner wouldn’t see me until the following morning. “Guess I’ll go get a bite to eat and see a movie or three,” I said. “I got a better idea. Bend over.” Thinking he wanted to fuck me again, I remarked “We don’t have time for another session.” He slapped me across the face. “Shut the fuck up and do as you’re told.” I bent over the couch, wearing only my jock. “Spread your ass.” I spread my ass and suddenly there was a camera flash behind me. “Got it. Get dressed.” As I got dressed he explained his plan. “I’m going to make a Craigslist ad for you and you’re going to go to whatever address I tell you for the rest of the night. After every stop the guy will take a pic of your hole and send it to me. Once I feel you’ve been fucked enough, I’ll send you a text letting you know that I’m satisfied. At this point you can go home, go eat, or do whatever you want.” When I was finished getting dressed, Joe told me to go to the grocery store down the street from him and wait in my car for instructions. It was about a half hour when I finally got an address texted to me from Joe. I couldn’t help but get hard in my jock again thinking about what or who might be awaiting me at this mysterious address. The address ended up being a mechanic’s shop that I recognized from their advertisements in the local gay magazine. As I pulled into the lot one of the bays opened and a man in his early 50’s wearing a blue mechanic’s overalls unzipped almost to the crotch motioned for me to drive in. Once my car was in the bay the giant steel door closed behind me and the man opened my door and asked “Are you Joe’s whore?” “Yes Sir,” I replied as I got out of the car. He smelled like he had worked hard all day and my eyes couldn’t help but to follow his open zipper down his hairy body to a little patch of pubes sticking out where the zipper came together. “Good answer. Get undressed to your shoes socks and that jock I saw in the pic.” I did as instructed and the mechanic took a minute to fondle me briefly and check out the merchandise. “Follow me.” The mechanic led me to a back room that was dimly lit, all around us were shelves of car parts and in the middle of the room was an empty engine hoist. He took a piece of steel chain that had a clasp at one end and a big ring at the other and put it around my chest. He got the chain pretty tight on me then hook the clasp onto a link of the chain and the ring dangled from the center of my chest. He then pushed me back towards the engine hoist and hooked the ring to it. The whole time he was getting me ready I could see his massive cock growing in his overalls. Once I was secured to the hoist, he unzipped his overalls the rest of the way, slid them off his shoulders and pushed them down to his knees. His cock was longer the Joe’s and about the same enormous girth. “You still got Joe's load inside you?” “Yes Sir.” “Push a little of him out or this is going to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.” With that the mechanic lifted my calves onto his shoulders and I carefully released a little bit of Joe’s cum. “Good boy.” The mechanic rubbed his hard cock all around my ass and then with one hard motion shoved his cock into my swollen sore hole. I couldn’t help but scream, but he didn’t care all it did was make him harder the more that I screamed. “Yeah, fuckin’ little whore. Like hearin’ you scream like a little bitch.” I would have thought that Joe’s cum would have lubed my ass up better, but there was still a lot of friction between the mechanic’s cock and my innards. With every pump inside of me my cock oozed out more and more pre-cum until it looked as if I had pissed myself. After a good twenty minutes of non-stop pounding the mechanic let out a big scream and I could feel his load shooting inside of me. He didn’t wait to go soft inside of me, instead he pulled his cock out, wiped it off with a blue shop towel and threw it on the floor. He then came over and undid the chain around my chest. “Lean up against that bench over there so I can send Joe his pic.” “Yes Sir.” I bent over the bench and spread my cheeks until I saw the flash of the mechanic’s camera. He led me out to the bay where my car and clothes were waiting for me. As soon as my ass was covered he opened the door and walked back in towards his office. I got in my car and checked my phone for Joe’s instructions. He sent me a text with my latest pic and told me to go to an adult theatre in a seedy part of town. I was to go to the part of the theatre that had the private booths and enter the third one on the right. Arriving at the theatre, I found the third booth on the right and opened the door. A tall skinny redhead was standing in the room playing with a guy’s cock that had come through the glory hole from the booth next door. “Who owns you?” “Joe does. He sent me.” “Lock the door, then come over here and help this guy out.” He waved the partially hard cock coming through the wall at me. I slid the lock in the door and reached for the cock in the wall. The redhead grabbed me by my hair and shoved my face towards the cock. “Suck it you stupid bitch.” I took the cock in my mouth. It was obvious from the saltiness and the pungent odor of sweat that this was somebody who worked outside all day and was just getting off before going home. While I sucked on the cock in the wall, the redhead undid my drawstring and my pants fell to my ankles, murmuring to himself “Nice.” He then spat on my hole then jammed a few fingers in. The next thing I heard was his pants unzipping and him spitting on his cock. Then he slammed the entire length of his cock into my hole, making me tense up and squeeze his cock with my sphincter. “Relax whore. It's not like you haven’t had any cock in there recently.” With him still balls deep inside of me I slowly relaxed and he started to fuck me hard and fast. All the cum from the earlier deposits was sloshing around and making his dick super slick. Meanwhile, there was no longer any question about how hard the cock in my mouth was: it was rock hard and the guy's balls were growing tighter and tighter against the base. Behind me the redhead was breathing hard and telling me how he was going to pump my ass full of jizz. After a few moments more the redhead came in my ass, yanking out his hard cock once he was done pumping his load in me. “Clean off my cock and get that cock inside of you.” As I started to suck the redhead I positioned my ass on the cock coming through the wall and backed up onto it until my ass was firm against the wall. The anonymous partner then started to fuck me hard and it wasn’t long until I heard him moaning on the other side of the wall while his cock pumped another load in me. “Now clean of his cock while I get a pic for Joe.” Once again the familiar flash went off behind me as I cleaned off the stranger’s cock, followed by him unlatching the door and exiting with the door wide open for everyone to see what a whore I was. Just then the manager of the theater happened to walk by and came into the room. He cleared his throat and I stood straight up with a startle. “We don’t allow that sort of thing in here. You’ve got two choices as I see it: I call the cops or I fuck you before you leave.” I didn’t say anything; I just bent over in front of the manager exposing my used hole. “Fuckin’ whore, I knew you’d choose that.” He unzipped, letting his hard cock flop out and hit my ass. He stuck a few fingers in my hole and spread some cum around my hole then he shove his cock in and went to town on my ass. It didn’t take him long before he was squirting jizz in my hole. After he had pulled out and I had cleaned off his cock I asked, “Can you take a pic and text it to my owner?” “Fuck yeah, why not?” I bent over and he took a pic of my ass to send to Joe. This time I was quick to get my pants up and followed the manager out of the booth. When I got back to the car and sat down I could feel my sore hole under me. It was aching from all the use it was getting. I was half hoping Joe would be satisfied when I received his next text. “YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU LET SOMEBODY USE MY PROPERTY WITHOUT ASKING!! THAT’S GONNA COST YA!” About fifteen minutes later I got a text from Joe. It was to an address on the western edge of town and message saying to speak to Bill at the gate. I put the car in gear and got on the highway headed for my next assignment. To my surprise the address led me to the gate of the state prison. I pulled up to the guard shack and a uniformed officer came out. “Can I help you son?” “I’m looking for Bill.” “I’m Bill.” “Joe sent me.” A smile crept over Bill’s face. “Just a minute.” Bill went back inside the guard shack and talked with the other two guards sitting inside. They both got up and got a good look at me before Bill came back out with the instruction “Park next to that black Chevy over there and I’ll let you in. Make sure your pockets are empty and leave your keys in your car.” I drove over and parked next to a lifted Chevy truck. Then I placed my wallet, keys and phone in the glove box and got out of the car. Bill was sauntering over as I got out. “Put your hands against the vehicle and spread your legs.” Upon hearing this I instantly got hard in my jock again. Unfortunately, Bill was only making the request in order to search me. He patted me down everywhere and when he felt my erection under my pants he said under his breathe, “Fuckin’ faggot.” Once he was satisfied I wasn’t carrying any potential weapons he motioned for me to follow him. We walked for a while passing through two chain-link gates and finally into a building made of concrete block. Towards the end of a long hall we entered an office door with a plaque that read 'WARDEN'. Inside was a modest office suite with two chairs facing the desk, “Sit here and wait for the warden.” I sat down and Bill left the office, locking me in behind him. My erection was still going strong at the thought of being fucked by a warden in a prison. Little did I know what the warden had in mind for me. After a few minutes had passed I could hear shoes against the concrete hallway stop outside the door and then the tumblers in the lock start to turn. The door opened to reveal a mid-fifties man in a suit and tie who proceeded to walk over to the corner of the desk and sit with his legs apart so that one was on the floor and the other dangled off the edge of the desk. This position allows for the thin fabric of his pants to rest tightly against what looked to be an enormous cock and balls. I could help but stare at this man’s big package. He lifted my head by my chin to meet his gaze. “Joe said you were a whore.” “Yes Sir.” “He also said you needed to be punished for letting a stranger use his property.” “Yes Sir.” “Best way I can think to make a whore quite giving it away is to use it up.” “I don’t understand Sir.” “You will, but first I want to use that ass while it’s in one piece.” The warden got up and sat in his big leather office chair. “I want you completely naked and on your knees in front of me.” “Yes Sir.” I stripped and knelt in front of the warden who, meanwhile, had unzipped and pulled his big cock and balls out of his pants. I was absolutely fascinated by his balls as they were bar far the largest, lowest hanging set of nuts I had ever seen on a man. In fact they actually came out of his fly and draped down to the point that they rested on the leather of the chair. “Play with my balls while you suck my cock. I like ‘em pulled on.” Happily I obliged the man and started feverishly sucking on his cock while yanking and twisting his big balls. He didn’t say much except to instruct me to slap his balls a little. Whenever I gave them a light paddle with my free hand his cock would jump in my mouth a put out a drop of pre-cum. After a half hour of sucking his cock the warden wanted my ass. He turned me around and had me lean against the desk long enough to spit on my hole and work some of the loads out of my ass to use for lube. While his dick was only five to six inches in length, his mushroom cock head was amazingly large, and was even more menacing as he was wearing a gauge '0' PA through the hole. It felt awesome as I lowered my sore ass down onto this massive mushroom head and his piercing rubbed exquisitely against the inside of my ass. He let me ride it for twenty minutes, just enjoying myself and having a good time. Then he started to swell up like he was going to cum, that’s when he bent me over the desk and started to really fuck me hard. Within ten minutes or so he was pumping a hot load in my hole. He held my head down on his desk as his cock went soft inside of me. As he was waiting to pull out I heard his desk drawer open and then a sharp stick in my right butt cheek. The next thing I remember was waking up against a cold floor and my hands being cuffed together around something metal. As my eyes gradually cleared I was able to make out that I was in the communal showers. I tried to get up, but whatever I had been drugged with still had an effect over my muscles. Suddenly there was an alarming sounding off and what sounded like a stampeded of men coming towards the recesses of the shower where I was positioned. Sure enough, it had been the morning wake-up bell and the first thing the inmates did apparently was head in for a morning shower. Gradually I mustered enough energy to get myself to standing position just as the first of the men came in. They filled the room like swarming cockroaches and I was suddenly surrounded by muscled prisoners who were all laughing at me. “Hey look what the warden got us for good behavior,” said a tall white skinhead feeling the crack of my ass. As he pulled out a finger with shiny cum all over it he laughed and said, “Fuck it’s been used already.” All the men laughed at me as they stroked their morning hard-ons. “Here’s the deal whore, you’ve pissed off somebody pretty badly and you ain’t gettin’ out of here till we all get a chance to fuck you. So bend that ass over and take what you got comin’ to ya.” I did as I was told and the instant my ass opened up a cock was shoved in it. These guys weren’t so much as fucking me as they were using my asshole in place of their hands. One by one every one of shoved his cock into me, pumping furiously until he came. Given that they all had wanted to fuck me, but also had only a few minutes to also get a shower, the line of men moved quite quickly. As each man came, he would withdraw, soap up his softening cock, rinse off and leave. After an hour of constant fucking by a seemly endless number of men, another bell went off and the inmates left as quickly as they had come in. I stayed frozen in the shower, bent over and watching cum and blood pool at my feet. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye was a familiar pair of leather boots. It was Joe, dressed in a prison guard’s uniform. I must have looked surprised to see him. “Yep, I’m a guard here.” In his hands were my clothes. He took a key from his belt and undid the handcuffs. “Here, get dressed.” “Yes Sir.” I got dressed quickly. “Come on.” Joe led me from the showers and out of the prison through various doors and gates until we finally ended up at my car. “Same time next week and next time I whore you out I better only get pictures from people I’ve given permission to be in that ass.” “Yes Sir.”

I don't think we are meant to be alone in life. I'd want a partner or BF that is ok with an open relationship so we can fuck around with or without each other but still know we are there for one another if needed. Waking up next to my hot man and fucking our brains out is not a bad thing either. If you are single and happy with that then more power to you. But its nice to have someone on your side.

The fantasy of rampant, anonymous raw fucking is great. But isn't the reality of it mind-blowing? It's obviously fine to object to deliberately running the risk of seriously hurting your lover, and ruining everything you have built together. Plenty of people think that way. I just don't think it's true that cheating isn't as good as the fantasy. I'm already hard thinking about my next toilet block fuck. Will he get my load? Will I get his? Both?

I love reading all the hot stories of bareback sex. But I'm finding fewer and fewer stories that are about fun sex that happens to go from condom to bareback and mostly only seeing stories that are about "gifting" or are from the perspective of a top that knew he had an STI and stealthed a bottom that tried to play it safe. So I would love to start a thread that caters towards the more innocent side of making that decision or even stealthing that isn't focused on STI's. For example: I'm a rather safe bottom. I try to make condoms a rule, but I am also easily caught up in the moment. I've fallen for every line in the book and for some reason in the moment I don't hear how obvious it is when a guy is just trying to top me bare. One example would be while I was in film school and I was still in a phase of coming to terms with my sexuality. Thankfully NYC had a thriving community of horny young guys who didn't give a fuck if I was in the closet as long as I was young and fit. I had a roommate who assumed I was 100% straight. So I had to keep my hookups anywhere but our apartment. This particular night I had met at guy at a house party. He was a little older than me, probably 22 at the time. Sexy as hell though, probably 6', in great shape, a natural tan, one of those sexy smiles that shows all his teeth, the "I smoke a lot of weed" eyes. I noticed him checking me out a few times at the party. I tried to avoid him because I knew a lot of people at the party and I could feel my dick twitch every time we made eye contact. At some point my core group of friends were leaving, I told them I was going to use the restroom and then head back to my place. As I exited the building this guy was out on the steps smoking alone. He recognized me and asked me if I wanted in on his weed. I'm not going to say no to free weed. So we smoked and flirt a little, but all subtle stuff despite no one being around. When he finished the last hit though, he leaned over to me and asked, "do you get down?" I knew what he meant because he was not being subtle anymore, he adjusted his dick in his pants as he asked the question. I grinned at him and just kind of bobbed my head "yes". "Your place?" he asked looking up and down the street. I let out a little laugh, "no...my roommate will be home and he..." "He's not cool," my new friend cut me off. He adjusted himself in his pants, "we can go to mine...I'm over on the west side though" he warned as if I would bail after getting that information. In a bit of a haze we walked about twenty blocks up and a few avenues over. He didn't even hesitate to bring me into his building, I on the other hand was constantly looking around to make sure I didn't notice anyone I knew. He failed to mention it was a five floor walkup, but when we got into his studio my glutes were burning to be stretched out. No sooner had the door been locked he stripped off his shirt to reveal a finely toned torso, pecks that you only get from playing basketball. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips then pulled back to make sure that was ok. I pushed in on his lips, going from 0 to 100 instantly. Clothes flying off as we kissed and touched the 8 feet from the door to the double bed against the wall. He yanked my pants down to my ankles and I fell back to the bed as he lifted both my legs so he could finish getting my jeans off leaving me in my white briefs. He stood there looking at me, so I sat up and unbuttoned his pants, the zipper revealing his black boxer-briefs. Before I could pull his pants down, he stepped back, kicking off his own pants and tossed them to the side. He grabbed my head and pulled me into his crotch, his dick already hard but hiding behind the thin fabric. I put my mouth on what was obviously the head, he pulled down the underwear and the massive 7" of cut meat smacked me in the face. I put it in my mouth, gagging almost instantly, but with effort got a few inches down. It didn't take long before he pulled out and pushed me back onto the bed, placing himself between my legs, spreading them as he came in to kiss me some more. I was so horny, I wanted this sexy guy inside me and from the way he was grinding on me I could tell he was more than ready. He sat up, hooked his fingers into my briefs and pulled them down, leaving my legs on his shoulders as he dropped the underwear off to the side of the bed. He spat on his hand and rubbed it into my hole, then slowly pushed a finger in. I let out a soft moan. He reached under his bed pulling out a little basket that had condoms, lube, poppers and some other things I didn't recognize. Handing me the poppers I watched him tear open a condom and roll it onto his dick. He uncapped the lube as I uncapped the poppers and took a couple hits. Stroking his now slick dick, "you ready?" he smiled. I took another hit, feeling a little nervous, I nodded yes as I breathed out. Rubbing the tip up and down my crack he felt his way to my hole then pushed the tip in. I winced and took in a a gasp of air. "You ok?" he asked. I nodded, "give me a second," I told him. He kissed my calf on his shoulder, rubbing my now soft dick with his other hand. I took another hit of the poppers, then another and he took the bottle from me and took a nice long hit. Slowly he started to push the rest of the way in, the initial pain was already subsiding and the familiar pleasure was taking it's place with the help of the poppers. He bottomed out with a moan, "fuck you're tight," he half laughed and then kissed me. He build up a slow rhythm, not trying to fuck me as much as he was trying to loosen me up with each thrust. "Oh fuck," I moaned as he bottomed out a little deeper every time. "You like that dick?" he asked kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. "Fuck yes," I told him feeling it hit that magical spot inside me. "You're so fucking tight dude," he said thrusting a little harder, then sitting up and stopped all together. I looked at him as he remained motionless inside me but started to stroke my dick that was again rock hard. "What?" I asked, as he smiled at me. He let out a little laugh, "I'm just trying not to cum too fast." We both laughed at that. I took another hit of the poppers and he gave a slow but forceful thrust, "Fuck," he moaned and kept fucking, a little harder and a little faster with every thrust. "I'm getting close," he warned. It felt so good, I didn't want it to end. He pulled out and ripped off the condom, jerking his hard dick, smiling at me. "Fuck dude," he said, beating himself off. I started to jerk myself off to catch up. "Are you close?" he asked, almost out of breath, slipping a finger into my hole, then drooling out some spit so his finger wasn't so dry inside me. "Fuck that feels good," I said, beating my dick even harder, flexing my ass around his finger, inching my way closer to an orgasm. "Yeah?" he asked, jerking himself a little slower now. He pulled his finger out and jerked his dick against my hole, the head gently massaging the pucker. "Fuck that feels good," I moaned. My legs fallen down to his hips, my toes curling from all the pleasure. "Yeah, you like this dick," he said, rubbing a little more than the head in as he jerks himself off. I let out a soft moan, "fuck dude..." I trailed off, rocking my hips on his dick head. I looked at him, that sexy smile as he rocked his hips ever so slightly, stroking his dick into my hole, his eyes met mine and I just smiled back. I took a quick hit of the poppers and passed them to him. He took a hit and passed them back, "shit man, you want a few more strokes?" he asked like he was doing me a favor. I took another hit, my head spinning, I just nodded "yes" and he pushed slowly all the way into me. "Fuuuuuck," we both moaned feeling his raw dick sliding all the way inside me. "That feels so good," he said, holding himself there. He leaned in and kissed me, I wrapped my arms around him and he started to thrust his dick in and out while our tongues danced. He only gave me a few more deep strokes before he broke our kiss to tell me, "I'm close," sitting up and really long stroking his dick into me. I started to jerk off hard and fast, "Me too," I said. "Want me to pull out?" he said thrusting faster and shorter. Before I could say anything he thrust all the way in and blew his load, "Oh shiiiit," he said flexing inside me, sending me over the edge. My own dick erupting all over my stomach. "Oh fuck," I said, twitching feeling both of our orgasms. He collapsed on top of me, one last kiss and rolled off. "Fuck..." he panted, "that was...so fucking good," he tried to catch his breath. "Oh man..." was all I could say, shaking a little from the intensity of our sex. We showered and I went home shortly after exchanging numbers. He text me about a half hour after I left to let me know how much he enjoyed my ass and wanted to get some more soon. I sent him back a wink. It was the beginning of a regular booty call.

My Playroom—June, 2021 [This post really did have pictures to illustrate. I am not printing them here. I got his permission to put them on my personal blog, but not here. To see them, follow the link at the bottom.] He wrote me on Asspig. I am not sure where he was actually from, but he was coming to the gay campground nearest to me. He knew he would get some action in the woods, but really wanted his hole used and stretched. That can be something that is hard to do in the out of doors—between makeshift clean out situations in communal showers and the potential of getting half the forest on the top’s greasy hands if he touches the ground. We set a date and time. Roy arrived promptly—reminding me he would need the shower. He was fun and friendly. Roy was around my age, likely just a little younger. [Who isn’t anymore?!] So, late 50’s, mostly grey hair, a decently in shape body which had caught some sun at the campground. In the brief moment we talked before I sent him to clean up, he seemed open and playful. I set up the rest of the playroom while he used the Ergoflo. I put on some hot Germans fisting and pissing on each other on the big screen TV. As the feature finally began—down the stairs he came… He kneels to suck my cock. No sub here. We are two men enjoying what we can do for each other. He sucks me in and gets me hard easily. But I can tell it’s not really his thing. When he has had enough, he climbs up, without any encouragement, onto the fuckbench. I get a first taste of his fresh from the shower hole. I spend long minutes poking and prodding him with my tongue. I spit once. Then twice. Right on the loose pucker and drive the saliva home with my tongue. Again and again, until my own cock is dripping. I smear my juices on him and push it in with my tongue. Then I swab the head of his dick with my tongue, getting a huge dollop of precum. I hold that in my mouth and then work it up his hole, too. I stand and slide in. His hole welcomes my dick—literally pulling me in. I fuck him. He fucks back. Pic 1 and 2 of my cock entering I grab the egg headed dildo. It disappears easily up his ass. He grunts out his pleasure. I push it down and add my dick. I double fuck him. Then I pull out, leaving the toy in place. I pull it up and now slide my cock in under the toy. He loves this—and tells me so as the poppers come out. Pic 3 of dildo and my cock in his ass. We switch to the sling. I fuck him here, too. But I know what he wants. I grease up my hands. His hole is eager. It accepts my left in mere moments. Then my right. I go back to a fuck. I pull out and stretch him open with a lateral stretch. He loves this—so I find the speculum and slowly crank him open—until it is wide enough for me to add my cock. I fuck him with the medical device in place. I decide to go back to my hands. I alternate back and forth with them. Once I add my cock when my left is buried deep inside. He loves looking in the mirror above him. His eyes never leave it as my cock slides down my forearm and buries itself in him. I go to the chain. I grease and insert. It is the hunk of chain with the smallest links. I push each link in him. One. At. A. Time. He groans, commenting on the weight. I get about 13 of the 18 links into him. I tell him just that. Then begin pulling it out—each link giving a tiny stretch as it emerges. Pic 4 of chain in his ass. I use the butt plug on him afterward. Once is has slipped in, I hit my fist against the base—sending vibrations through his whole body. Another hand session follows. Back and forth. I build in tempo---as I move more quickly between left and right. Roy tells me his hole has likely had enough. “Of cock, too?” I ask. “Hell, no. Breed me and send me home with it.” I am happy to oblige. Pic 5 of cummy cock on his ass. The original post is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/using-roy-in-words-and-pictures.html

poz here, only BB. like the feeling of a Man planting His seed deep inside me. keep it there for hours after!

please and thank YOU, SIR...

I like to be fucked in the ass, the more and more often the better. I've received a lot of semen in my ass in my life, often from people I haven't even seen, they just came in behind me after the previous fucker ejaculated and did their thing. I received my first cum load very young, and today at the age of 62 I feel healthy and in great shape. The more sperm I take in, the healthier I am and the better my immunity is.

Rob’s first day on campus he met with all five of his TA’s at 10am for the first class. Teaching Assistants: Amer – 5’11 175 pound first year grad student from Egypt David – 5’7’’ 145 pound first year grad student of Asian descent Juan – 5’9” 200 pound first year grad student who was Hispanic Louis – 6’4’’ 280 pound first year grad student who was Caucasian Mitchell – 6’1’’ 195 pound second year grad student who was African-American Rob walked in to seeing five typical graduate level computer science majors sitting in the classroom. What Rob liked was none of his students seemed to have a that Type-A type confidence and none of them seemed to be socially comfortable which would play into the plan he and Greg have. Rob proceeded to introduce himself to his TA’s and provided his backstory including why he was now teaching. Rob spoke about how the dean was looking for a fresh voice and perspective to teach computer science concepts with the plus that Rob was not the typical heterosexual male but an out gay male who could help guide the department to be more accommodating of the larger student body. When Rob explained he was married to Greg he paused to look at his teaching assistants and could see a couple of them perk up in interest and Rob took note. He explained how he had an open door policy on campus and at his home to welcome his students to support any academic or personal needs they could have throughout the semester. Rob’s last words before they started the lesson for the day was that he believed in paying things forward. He has received a gift that changed his life perspective forever and would work with them to share that gift in hopes in it would do the same for each of them. At the end of the first week of classes, Louis came by Rob’s office on campus. Louis was having some issues with his section of freshmen students he was teaching and wanted Rob’s advice. The conversation was your typical professor / TA conversation but as they spoke Louis was getting more comfortable with Rob and started to open up about his non-school life. Louis admitted that had been thinking about Rob’s initial introduction and was curious how him and Greg’s relationship evolved. Rob sensing a curiosity that Louis could easily be turned suggested that he come over that night to Rob’s home to continue the discussion and they could have dinner together with Greg. Around 7:30pm Louis showed up at Rob’s home and when he knocked on the door Greg answered it in a pair mesh shorts and a tee shirt. Greg welcomed Louis in and took Louis’s handshake and turned it into a bear hug making sure that his hardening cock was felt by Louis’s body. Louis was a bit surprised by the hug but didn’t think it was out of the ordinary but when he felt Greg’s cock against his leg felt his own cock harden. Rob met Greg and Louis in the hallway and took them into the kitchen for dinner. During the course of the meal Greg and Rob talked about their relationship and could see that Louis was getting more interested asking very direct questions about their interactions. Rob and Greg sensing a curiosity became very open in their affection in the kitchen with casual and not so casual kissing along with hands rubbing each others hard/erect cocks as they passed by each other. At the end of dinner Louis got up to head out as he didn’t want to intrude further as he figured Rob and Greg wanted some alone time but Rob said he was welcome to stay as Friday’s were a movie night for him and Greg. When they all got up from the table Louis could see the hardness of both Rob and Greg while Rob saw that Louis seemed to be just as hard in his blue jeans. Rob led Louis to their living room and made sure to brush his hand across Louis’s crotch. Louis flinched and when he stopped, Greg bumped into him making sure his hard cock was felt on Louis’s ass. Rob turned on the television and had intentionally queued up some bareback porn to be playing which shocked Louis to see. Rob apologized saying him and Greg had been watching this movie the night before and would change it to something else if Louis wanted. Louis said he was okay with it as he just wanted to continue the conversation with Rob and Greg. With the movie playing in the background, Louis asked more questions of Rob and Greg to understand what it was like to be gay. Rob asked if Louis was asking these questions because he was interested in knowing Rob better or was he also curious for himself. Louis admitted he was curious especially with his inability to have any long-term relationships with women that maybe he wasn’t straight. While Rob and Louis talked about his curiosity Greg got up to get dessert for them and when he came back to the living room, Greg was naked with his cock pointing straight at Rob and a can of whip cream in hand. Greg put a dollop of whipped cream on his cock and offered it to Rob who immediately put the cock in his mouth and licked it clean. Louis looked on in shock and when Rob was done asked louis if he was open to having some dessert as well. Louis meekly nodded his head and before he knew it Greg’s cock was in front of him with some whip cream on it. Louis slowly took it in his hands and licked the whip cream off and before he could fully pull away, Rob pushed Louis’ head full onto Greg’s cock. Louis started sucking on Greg’s cock and then Rob pulled him away and pulled him into a deep passionate kiss. When the kiss broke off, Rob asked Louis if he was comfortable with what was happening and did he want to go further. Louis with a mix of fear and passion in his eyes nodded his head. Rob said I need to hear you ask for us to continue and I want you to say I want you to gift me my freedom to be who I am. Louis said to Rob and Greg, I need to experience what it’s like to be with a man. Can you gift me my freedom. Rob and Greg smiled and said you are ready now and as they took Louis in hand to their basement, Louis noticed that Greg had a tattoo on the small of his back that looked like a bio-hazard sign. To be continued

Part 2 Hey sorry it's been awhile with all that's going on in the world I haven't been able to post much but here is a continuation of what happened So after this incident I didn't hear much from my cousin. I left back home and thought that the most that would come of it was a hot memory. I was very wrong. I wasn't able to make the next family reunion but the year after that I got a message from my cousin out of the blue. "Hey cuz didn't see you last year, you better make it this year" was all it said. Heart racing I didn't know how to respond. I was busy with work and didn't have much time off. So I texted him back saying that I was busy and didn't know if I could could it. His response "that wasn't a question it's an order. This cock needs serviced and i haven't been able to find a hole as tight as yours. One of my friends recently got released and he wants to try it out as well" . That sealed it, no matter what I would go this year. Fast forward and it's the week of the family reunion. I was able to take time off and convinced my boss I needed to see family with how crazy the world is. I told my cousin and he basically told me to get a hotel room because before seeing anyone else he had first dibs and was bringing his friend. Once in Ohio I got a hotel and sent the address to my cousin. My heart was racing just thinking about it. I still felt slightly guilty that a relative was going to fuck me but it was also hot as fuck. I made to be fully prepped this time. Cleaned out and pre lubed. The time that he said he would show soon came and past. I didn't know what to think, he wasn't responding to my texts. Thinking he changed his mind I decided to just get ready for bed. I laid down and soon passed out. I was woken up later in the middle of the night to banging on my hotel room door. Not really knowing what was going on I got up and put some shorts on and went to the door. Upon opening the door I'm bombarded with a strong alcohol stench. Standing in the door is my cousin very much drunk but what surprised me was behind him was not just one guy but 3 other guys. All of them were very fit tall white guys with tattoos all over their arms. Without saying a word my cousin walks in and brings the guys in. "This the faggot I was telling you about" he slurs pointing to me. At this point I'm freaking out. I wasn't expecting this many guys and they were all very much drunk. Turning back to me he says "brought some more friends they overheard us at the bar and wanted to join" one of his friends a bald bear with tattoos and a bikers jacket walks right up to me. He has this weird look in his eyes and says straight up. Don't get the wrong idea faggot. None of us are gay but we all know how to use a hole from when we were convicted. At this point he not so gently shoves me to my knees and shoves my face in his crotch. The rest of the guys have spread out in my hotel room making themselves comfortable. I didn't get much of a choice to see the rest because this bear has grabbed my head and is rubbing it on the front of his pants. I feel his dick grow and my heart is racing. A part of of is scared but more so I'm excited. He unbuttons his jeans and ordered me to lick his bulge. A strong smell of musk and man sweat hits my face turning me on more. Without hesitating I start sucking on his bulge growing in his boxers. He makes a low growl and laughs turning to my cousin. "I see he takes orders well" my cousin just laughs and says "wait till you feel his ass" at this point the bear rips his boxers off and slaps me in the face with a nice big mushroom head dick. "Open your mouth" he orders and doing as in told I'm met with him shoving his dick in it. I'm gagging at first at how rough he is and he just laughs. Holding my head he shoves his dick all the way in till his pubes are tickling my nose. His strong man musk is intoxicating and I control my gag reflex to let him all the way in. He groans more and says "good boy" he continues to face fuck me as I start to hear the sounds of clothes being removed from the other guys. Suddenly he pulls out and I gasp for air. The bear pulls away and orders me to get on all four on the bed. At this point I get a good view of the ofher guys. My cousin had still continued to work out and was still looking amazing. He had his 7 1/2 dick in his hand and a cigarette in the other. Another guy was a blond guy with tattoos covering his entire chest. He had an average dick but it looked thick as fuck. Surprisingly the third guy was smaller than the other guys height wise but his body was ripped and covered in a dusting of black hair. The most impressive thing was his huge cock dangling between his legs. He still wasn't hard and was chugging a bear but even soft it must have been close to 6 or 7 inches. He laughed as he saw my eyes widen at it and grabs it "don't worry it gets bigger" At this point I finally get on the bed on all fours. The bear gets behind me and rips my shorts off exposing my ass. He whistles and gives it a hard slap. I gasp in pain and feel my cheeks stinging and they all just laugh. My cousin works his way on the bed and puts his hands behind his head and beckons to me. "Just like the first time right faggot. Come suck my cock" I crawl up to him licking my lips My eyes locked on his gorgeous cock. I begin to lick his cock and suck it. He groans and takes a long drag on his cigarette. As I'm sucking his cock one of his friends I'm not sure who starts playing with my ass. I feel his rough hands feeling my ass up and playing with my hole. "Oh damn look this bitch is already lubed up" a rough voice says. My cousin laughs and blows smoke into my face making me cough. "Seems like someone was ready for us "he says. I continue to suck his dick as his friend spreads my cheeks. I tense up and moan when I feel a rough finger enter me. His finger scratches my hole and it feels rough. At this point the other guys have all surrounded me and are stroking their dicks. My cousin gets up as says "I get first shot at his hole. After all he is family and I get first dibs" he come around and in his place the blond shoves his dick in my mouth. My cousin positions himself behind my hole and spits on it. I then feel his cock head placed on my hole and I out of habit push back on it. He just laughs and suddenly shoves all the way in me making making whimper and tense up. Deep in me he let's out a low growl and says "fuck this faggot is tight. Just how I remember. " at this point I'm whimpering and in pain. Trying to control my breathing and relax. Suddenly a bottle is placed under my nose. The short guy with the big dick has found my poppers and gave them to me. "Sniff" a part of me is surprised he even knows what they are for and more so that he gave them to me but I didn't question it. I take a deep sniff and feel my head start to spin and my heart rate increase. My hole losens up and the pain starts to subside. "Keep sniffing" he says to me keeping the bottle under my nose. All the while my cousin is still deep in me fucking me with long strokes. I continue to sniff going into that popper induced haze and lose myself. I'm loving the feeling of my cousins dick in me and the big cock in my mouth. Suddenly my cousins let's out of snarl and I feel his body tense and I know he is blowing his load in me. He falls on top of me shuddering. Finally he pulls out and stands up grabbing another cigarette and slaps my ass. "Who's next" he says. The blond guy walks up and without saying a word shoves his thick dick in me. He is definitely thicker than my cousin but not as long. It slides in relatively easy with the help of my cousins lube. All the while I'm still sloppering away on who I realize is the bears cock. As the blond pounds away the bear Suddenly grabs my head and shoves his dick deep in my throat and moans. His dick pulsates and his load is forced down my throat. I lightly gag but for the most part I swallow all of it. "Damn I didn't want to bust in his mouth" he says reluctantly as he pulls out of my mouth. Having seen his friend bust in my mouth must have sent the blond over the edge because he suddenly shudders and shoves deep in me blowing his load. Pulling out all three of them pull away and it's the short guys turn. Turning my head I see a massive cock which must have been 9 or 10 inches. Surprisingly he doesn't shove in but teases my hole. The other three guys egg him on but he still just gently caresses my hole with his dick. My cousin as places himself back in front of me and tells me to suxk his cock again. He says he wants to get hard and fuck my loose hole last. At this point the short guy slowly enters me and I moan. He reaches around and places the poppers under my nose again. I take a deep hit as he shoves his huge cock in me. I moan and enjoy every moment of it. I then focus back on my cousins cock which is soft but slowly growing as the short guy starts to pump away. Unlike the other three he is surprisingly gentle and stops everytime I tense up. At this point I'm oozing precum myself. He starts to fuck faster and faster once he knows I can handle it and I'm moaning as my mouth sucks my cousins now hard cock. The short guy fucks away and eventually growls finally blowing his load in me. Pulling out my cousin gets right back behind me and shoves his dick right in. Having been used to the gentle fuck of the short guy I wince at the abrupt fuck of my cousin. He just let's out a growl and says how I'm definitely not tight anymore. At some point the blond and the bear had gotten dressed and high fived my cousin as he is fucking me telling him how they enjoyed his little faggot. They leave but the short guy stayed behind. My cousin is grunting away fucking me and the short guy continues to feed me poppers. Lasting much longer this time my cousin finally cums for the second time letting out a deep growl before pulling out. Slapping my ass one last time he starts to get dressed. "See you at the reunion tomorrow cuz" he says as he walks out. The short guy follows behind him but before leaving he actually asks me if I'm ok. I tell him I'm fine and he smiles at me. He walks out with my cousin but before leaving winks at me. I'm slightly surprised by this but don't think much of it. Once all of them leave I then notice a piece of paper on the side of my bed. A note was left "when I heard about you from your cousin I just knew I had to meet you. Thanks and if you ever want to meet up here is my number Andy"

6. Safe as Homes Fabien watched James quickly drink the contents of the juice box. He knew that there was another 1.5ml of G in each one. Unlike James, Fabien nursed his drink, suddenly having to chug it as the Uber pulled in to the curb. "Here," the driver said. "You boys have fun," he said, smiling. "Don't forget your bag," he mentioned to Fabien. "Thanks," Fabien said. He reached back into the car to grab the party bag Tiago had given him. "Gonna fuck him up?" the driver said. "Your friend?" Fabien noticed the driver for the first time. He wasn't that tall, but he had a tight, muscular body. He had dark hair, and a thick, Arab beard. He wasn't that bad looking. "Hell yeah," Fabien said. "Rape him good." "Well. If you need any help, let me know." He handed Fabien a card with a number scribbled on it. Fabien stuck it in his pocket, grabbed the bag, and closed the door. He wondered how James would look if he were impaled on Omar's thick cock. "Where are you?" he asked James. "This way," James said, and lead him through the gates to the apartment complex. "Where did the guy live?" Fabien asked. He could see James shiver. He wondered what memory the question had brought back. His dick throbbed at the possibilities. "Sorry," he said, "I mean, if it brought back anything bad." James stopped, and Fabien put his arms around him. "It's good," Fabien said. "It's hard," James said. "I just. I don't know what to do." "You don't have to do anything at all. It was something very hard for you." James was crying again. Fabien wished his cock wasn't quite so hard. "Thank you." He pointed at a corner several floors up. "There," he said. "4F. I can't forget it." "How does it make you feel? Seeing it now?" "Angry. Mad. Helpless. Scared." "Let's go," Fabien said. "Get you in your apartment. Probably don't want to meet him right now." "No. No. It's not going to happen," James said, panic in his voice, almost like he was once more face to face with Conrad. "I just can't. No." "Where are you?" Fabien asked. "Get you somewhere safe." "Yeah. Safe." James was shaking; Fabien wondered just how much G was in the juice box. Not to mention what he had taken earlier, and he couldn't forget the booty bump. "Please. Safe." "Where?" Fabien asked. Finally, James began to walk towards a distant door. It was off a hallway from the central atrium; the hallway was lit with a flickering florescent bulb. James fumbled with the key, but eventually got the door open. The apartment was spare; it was mostly filled by bed in one corner, a worn sofa in another, and the battered table and two wooden chairs by the small kitchen area. "Home," James said. "I dunno. I don't want to hurt." "Let me hold you," Fabien said. "You don't have to do anything. You can just share with me." James nodded, the tears in his eyes. Fabien took off his shoes, watch, and emptied his pockets. James did the same, leaving his phone on the floor next to the bed. The two men climbed into bed. "I can't forget his laugh." James finally said. "It's what I remember most." "His laugh?" Fabien asked. "When I told him to stop. He laughed at me. Then just said, 'But I haven't cum yet,'" "What did you do?" "I was tied up. Blindfolded." James paused; he was starting to sob. "I couldn't do anything. And he knew it." Fabien's cock was stiff. He wanted to adjust it, but he wanted to hear what James would say next. "He knew it. And he just laughed." "Did he cum in you?" Fabien asked. "After that?" "Yeah. He did. Twice I think." "You think?" Fabien asked. "I was blindfolded. And there were other guys there too. Watching me. Laughing." "How many? Guys there, I mean." "Three? Four? It was hard to keep track." "Did they all fuck you?" "I think so." He sobbed quietly, not wanting Fabien to know just how weak he was. "I don't know. I couldn't do anything to stop them." James's phone buzzed. He reached down and grabbed it. It was a message from Tim. "Tiago said you had a bad night?" "I should answer this," James managed to say. He turned back to the phone. "Yeah. Made bad choices." "There was so much cum in your hole," Fabien said. "Earlier. When Dr. T had you open." James's phone buzzed again. "We all do that. You just have to learn what you did wrong, and make better choices in the future." Tiago continued to type. "I've got a meeting. But Tiago said you have a friend there. I'll come by your place in an hour. You can tell me what happened." "Sure," James wrote back. "I guess." He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell another person about the dicks that had forced themselves into him. "Sorry," he said to Fabien. "Friend. He might come over later." "That's cool. Just a friend? Or have you guys fucked too?" James hesitated. He hated how every question Fabien asked made him seem like even more of a slut. "Don't worry," Fabien said. "I know you've done a lot. You said you liked to party. And Tiago said he fucked you. It's cool." "Yeah," James said. "He fucked me. A lot. And.." "Yeah?" "He and Tiago shared me." "Damn. That's hot. Were you high?" "Yeah." "Did the guy give you drugs too?" "He did. More than I wanted." "That's intense. Did you pass out?" "I...I..." James stammered again. "I can't really remember. There's gaps. I don't remember. And then I do." "You don't have to remember anything you don't want to," Fabien said. "Just remember the good things, right?" He was nodding, just like Tiago had taught him; James started to nod as well. "Hey. Let's smoke a bit, ok? You already got some. I need to catch up." "Yeah, I guess," James said. He was lying down, but he wanted to get up and move around. He felt warm, and happy; there was even a bead of sweat on his forehead. His hole was itching, and as much as he hated it, he wanted to get fucked. He wanted to feel Tiago hold him. He looked up at Fabien. He had found a glass pipe, and was heating up the bowl. "Do a few hits with me," Fabien said, and then started to inhale deeply. James remembered how the clouds had tasted and good he had felt when Tim had shared it with Tiago and him. But as soon as he remembered that, he remembered how Conrad had forced him to inhale the crystal clouds. James tensed, his body twitching, remembering what had happened. "You ok," Fabien asked. "You tensed up." Fabien inhaled from the glass pipe. "Just. Memories. It's hard." Fabien exhaled. "From last night?" James nodded. Fabien smiled. "What happened," he asked. "I want to hear it." Fabien inhaled again. It was a long, slow draw. "I was tied up. Blindfolded," James said. "I could hear him. Hear him hitting the pipe. He did massive hits." "Do one with me," Fabien said. He leaned in, and pressed his lips against James's mouth. Before he knew what he had done, James had opened his mouth. Fabien took immediate advantage, and exhaled his cloud directly down James's throat. "It's so good," Fabien said, kissing James. "This feels good, doesn't it?" James nodded. "Yeah," he finally said. The crystal was warm and made his mind spin. "He did massive hits?" Fabien asked, reminding James of his tale. "He forced it into me. I was too high, too tired to do anything. I had to take it." "It's better now," Fabien said. He handed James the pipe. It was warm and smoking. "You can do a hit on your own," he said. "Remember how good it can feel?" James nodded, and let himself take a slow hit from the pipe. "That's it. No worries. Enjoy it." James felt his lungs fill. His head was filling with familiar, sleazy thoughts. The memories came with them. He gasped, a bit of smoke escaping. "You ok?" Fabien asked. James paused and held the smoke in. Fabien took the pipe, and heated it up again. James exhaled. "Just. Just another memory." "I'm here," Fabien said. "Tell me what happened." Fabien inhaled again. "He put some tina on his cock," James said. "I didn't want to get fucked. I didn't want more drugs. I told him no." "But?" Fabien said, before returning to the pipe. "He did it. He fucked me. It hurt. Like my ass was on fire." "He didn't take no," Fabien said. James nodded. "Take another hit." Fabien passed the pipe to James. "Smoking will help you. Get you in a better headspace." "Yeah?" James asked. "I just want to forget." Fabien nodded, and James started to suck on the glass stem. "Just let yourself feel good for a moment," Fabien said. He watched James hit the pipe. Fabien saw how James was staring at him. Fabien smiled, but let James take a huge hit before gently nodding his head. James held the hit for nearly thirty seconds, before finally exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," James said. "Fuck." "Feeling it?" Fabien asked. "Yeah. I am. It's. It's" "It's good," Fabien said. "It's really good for you." He held up the torch, and lit it. "Now. Do another hit. And tell me another story about last night."

4. Speculum "There's still a lot we need to do," Tiago said. He turned to James. "You're doing ok, right?" James moaned, shook his head. He tried to speak, but the mouth spreader rendered his words utterly unintelligible. He continued to fight against the thick leather straps that held him in place, but they held him down. Fabien had the phone now; the had stepped back to get the entire scene in frame. "I'm going to take the mouth spreader out, ok?" Tiago said. James nodded furiously. "But. You need to let me do it. Don't move." James tried his best, but it was hard to calm down. He wanted out. He hated being here. He hated the feelings. He dreaded the memories. "If you move, it's going to hurt, ok? Relax. This was just a demonstration. This is nothing you need to be worried about." James finally calmed down, and stopped struggling. He was still crying, but Tiago knew it wouldn't get any better until he was no longer subject to the mouth spreader's discomforting power. Fabien came back, holding the camera with one hand, and playing with his cock with the other. As Fabien recorded, Tiago reached down and snapped the wire frame device closed. It just slid out of James's mouth. "FUCK," James said. Before James could say another word, Tiago pressed his hand over James's mouth. "It's ok," Tiago said. "It was just a short demonstration, ok? It didn't mean anything." James had his eyes open now. Neither Tiago nor Fabien had put their cocks away, and their dicks were barely inches away from James's face. He remembered how it had been the night before. There had been cocks everywhere, and they each did what they wanted. "I just..." James started. Tiago gave Fabien an evil smile, then knelt down. The doctor didn't give James a chance to finish the sentence. "You did so well. That wasn't as bad as it could have been, now was it?" "I don't know...." James continued. Once more, Tiago didn't let James speak. "Just a little bit more," he said. "And then you can go home." James cheered up when Tiago mentioned him going home. It was an unfortunate tell for James. Tiago had plans for James, and the reveal only made them easier to execute. "That's good, you going home. It's a safe feeling, isn't it? Home." James face was streaked with tears. He nodded, only distantly aware of how Fabien was still recording his every word and action. "Please," he begged. "I don't know. You. Fabien. Everything. It's hard." "We don't have to do anything you don't want to," Tiago said. "But it's important to get clear evidence of what happened to you. There's only one more thing we need to do." "I don't know," James said. His eyes were closed now, and his breath was shallow and ragged. "Just one more thing?" he asked. "Yeah," Tiago replied. "Only one." "One more thing," he started to repeat. "One more thing." He kept his eyes closed. Tiago pushed his cock back into his pants, and buttoned them up. He longed for James's hole around his tool, but he had other things to do right now. Fabien followed Tiago's lead, although he struggled to push his stiff rod down, and to get the thick member stuffed into his jeans. James continued to repeat his new mantra. "One more thing," he said, keeping his eyes tightly closed. "That's it," Tiago said. "Now, I just need to see if there is any semen to collect. The DNA can help make an identification. Is that ok?" James nodded. "One more thing," he said. Tiago motion for Fabien to come to the end of the examination table. James's legs were still spread wide, his feet held in the stirrups. His asshole was on display, and even from a distance, Tiago could see the sperm leaking out of it. From the gym bag, Tiago pulled out a fat metal speculum. He showed Fabien how the two duck-bills would press apart, stretching open James's rectum. He then turned his attention back to James. "This is going to be cold at first," he said. "But it will warm up quickly" He spread some lubricant over the two legs, before pressing it against James's asshole. "Oh no. no. no," James begged. "Please." "We can do what you want," Tiago said. "But without this sample, it's going to be hard to do anything. Are you sure you want me to stop?" James stopped moaning. He was quiet for several seconds, started to speak, then was quiet again. Despite James quiet, his chest was heaving in complete panic. Fabien was faithfully recording the entire scene. "Should we stop?" Tiago finally asked. "No," James said. His teeth were clenched. He was struggling. He had panicked the moment the cold metal pressed against his asshole, and for a moment, he thought he was back in Conrad's flat. "Make it fast?" he asked. "Please?" "It's ok. This is a speculum. It's going to help me examine your anus." He pressed it into James's hole. His asshole was already open; it took only the slightest force for several inches of the speculum to slide in. James's body tensed, and Tiago could feel his ass struggling to accept the foreign object. "OOOHHHHHH," James grunted, struggling to keep his composure. His ass was tender and sore, and the speculum was almost more than he could take. "Just breathe," Tiago said. Keeping one hand on the metal handle, he reached back to the gym bag, and grabbed a sample tube, some long-stemmed swabs, and a small dark brown bottle. He handed it to Fabien. "Hold it under his nose," he told Fabien. "It'll help him take the probe." Fabien swapped the phone for the bottle. Tiago took the phone, and framed James as he huffed from the brown bottle. "Both nostrils," Tiago told James. "His ass is tender and sore." James struggled to keep his breathing measured and even. But it didn't matter. Fabien held the bottle under his nose, no matter if he took quick, shallow breaths or long, deep breaths, he got the full force of the poppers. "See how he flushes?" Tiago said, as the poppers began to hit James. "That's when you know." Tiago pushed the speculum several inches into James's ass. The young man gasped, but this time, did not protest. "Please," he said. "It's sore. Not too deep." "Just relax," Tiago replied. He nodded to Fabien, and the black man removed the poppers from James's nose. "We're just collecting DNA, ok? It's not that bad is it?" "It's ok," James said. Fabien screwed the cap on the poppers, and joined Tiago between James's legs. "I just. I just want to go home." "It's going to be all right, James," Tiago said. "I'll get you home just as soon as I can." He turned to Fabien. "Watch this," he said, and squeezed the handle of the speculum slowly. The metal duck-bills slowly spread apart, exposing James's ass. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," James moaned. "That's fucking intense. Please. Fuck. Fuck." He was shaking, but this time, it wasn't the discomfort. This was just something new for him; he had no way to express how it felt to have his ass exposed to air. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he continued to murmur. "What's that white stuff?" Fabien asked, as a thick yellowish-white fluid started to dribble out. Tiago quickly grabbed a specimen swab, and started to wipe up the fluid. "That's semen," Tiago said. "Loads from the guys fucking him." "Their gift to me," James said. His face and chest were still red from the poppers. He was strangely calm, but still upset. "It's mine, please. Let me keep it." "But we need it as evidence. It's all in here. In the semen you got. Besides." Tiago rubbed his crotch. His cock was still hard. "You can always get more, can't you?" "But they gave it to me," he said. "It was a gift." It was paradoxical how James was so fiercely protective of his rapists' semen. Tiago didn't care. He went through several swabs, wiping up all the semen his probes exposed. It was more than enough. "It's mine. I need to keep it," he said. It was only poppers and GHB, but it was still enough. "You will get plenty more," Tiago said. "I bet Fabien could give you a load." "In me?" James moaned, pressing himself against the speculum, and pushing it several inches deeper in. Another pool of semen appeared, and Tiago quickly wiped it up. "It feels so good. Inside me." "Of course," Tiago said. "Won't you?" "Fuck. Of course I would," Fabien said. He was just staring at James's asshole, mesmerized by how red and vulnerable it was. "You can put anything in there, huh?" "Yeah. Anything. Wait a second," Tiago said. He locked the speculum open, then let Fabien grab on to the handle. "Hold it there. I'll be back in a second." He went to the counter, and quickly produced another plastic pipette full of a yellow-clear liquid. He squirted it directly into James's ass. "One last thing to help you calm down and understand." "What was that?" Fabien asked. "Quarter gram of crystal. Dissolved in piss."

"oh god jake that fucking hole" seth groaned. No matter seths original intention, he just couldnt resist an opportunity to plant a few more squirts of toxic cream into jakes guts. "I know he has such a hot little pussy doesnt he!?" mikey blurted thoughtlessly. "Mikey! ugh goddamnit" seth grunted as he pushed into the boys firm ass and shot his load. "hes not here to fucking bottom you greedy bitch" the boy hissed as he drew his prick out of jakes leaking hole with a slurp, slapping his ass. "hes here to stick that big filthy poz cock in pretty straight boys and fill them full of poison cum, not take toxic loads from your monster cock." "what??!" clint jumped to life and scrambled into the plush couch as mikey gripped the boys hips to control him. "oh come on clint we're all just one big happy family here." clints frightened eyes looked up at Jake, gently sawing in and out of the semiconscious boy beneath him. Jake stared back, a tinge of regret on his face as he whispered a single word. "sorry." Seth began rubbing clints shoulders as the boy resigned himself to his fate. "Jake got his nice gift from me. He used to be such a good boy, he would never ever play without a condom. But I changed all that. I made him crave the warm sweet velvety grip of a raw boypussy clint. I made him shoot over and over again until he quit thinking about anything but the hole." seth smiled. "now be a good boy and let the big cock cum inside." Clint moaned and sobbed as Mikeys balls softly slapped against his butt, his own body a silent and willing partner in his conversion as his hole happily suckled the throbbing meat. "sshh, youre doing great clint, mikeys almost there-" "Jake!" clint blurted between thrusts. "if i have to do this i want jake to do it. please. just let jake do it." clint pleaded with mikey as he slowed his thrusts. "goddamnit fine, Jake get over here, youve clearly fucked this boy stupid." Jake rose to his feet and traded places as mikey slammed deep and hard into Chris. "he has a boyfriend you know clint." Mikey grabbed Chris by the throat and began slam fucking the boys hole as he plowed the cummy pussy. Seth wiped the tears from clints face. "dont be a grump mikey." seth scolded. "just take your time clint. I know this is new, and sometimes new things can be a little scary, but I know youre going to love this. Jakes going to make you special." clint gave a half smile and sat up. "let me clean it first, please?" Jake nodded to the boy as he began licking away at his hard tool. "ok buddy, i think we're all set" jake said as he gently pushed the boy back onto the couch. Jake pumped a glob of lube onto the head of his cock, and carefully spread it between clints pink hole as he nudged the boys soft cunt. "im scared jake." clints voice was shakey as he stared into mikeys eyes. "its okay baby im right here." Jake pushed forward into the boy "feel me inside?" Clint nodded eagerly as they began gently fucking. Seth stood confused, fondling his swollen balls as he watched the beguiling scene unfold. Why the fuck did clint care? eight hours ago he was still just some nice guy mikey brought home from work to watch the game or some equally boldfaced lie, and now he not only obediently held his legs up for a poz cock but had a preference? Mikey hadnt dated in years, why would he? a cock is a cock. nothing more, nothing less. glancing over at mikey he watched the ravenous boy slap Chris across the face. "take my toxic fucking seed you faggot" he growled, buried to the hilt in the poor boys wrecked cunt. "now that is a fuck." seth thought. Something he just understood. but whatever Jake was doing? it was...almost exotic to him. "you can fuck me harder jake" clint offered tentatively. "there ya go buddy, nice and deep. feels good?" "clint groaned and nodded. "feels amazing." he sighed. Jake reached down to stroke the teens leaking tool. "no wait stop! youre gonna make m-me-" clint gasped as his nuts delivered jet after warm jet of juice across his chest. "its okay clint, dont fight, just cum on my cock. Im almost there" clints spasming hole was almost too much as Jake methodically continued stroking into the boys sensitive cunt. "Its time baby, are you ready?" clint reached down, spreading his ass for Jakes powerful cock. "cum in me. make me....make me poz." he pleaded with teary eyes. "sshhh" Jake soothed. he leaned down, face to face with clint as he pushed deep into his guts, spraying the boys insides over and over again with thick poz seed. "thats it clint youre doing great, take the load...take the load" Jake pulled his dripping spent cock from the boys ass as it began to leak. "oh no!" clints hands rushed down to cover his puffy ring. He couldnt just let jakes seed leak out of him, not after this. What if this was the last time? would Jake ever breed him again? Clint clutched the priceless seed as it dribbled out of him. "hey there dont worry about it" jake chuckled, "I make more you know..." clint laughed as Jake kissed the boy softly. "will you fuck me more?" clint asked bashfully. "of course clint. dont you worry about the conversion, Ill keep fucking you full of cum until youre nice and poz." Seth watched curiously. This was almost..dare he say it, romantic? no. This wasnt romance, it couldnt be. How could this kid go from straight laced and boring to some kind of...fawning Jake lover? It was all too weird. "what the fuck is love anyway." he scoffed to himself. "hey seth" mikey roused the perplexed boy from his train of thought. "get his arms and help me put him in the bathtub" mikey lifted Chris into his arms, his cock still seated deeply in the boy. "why" seth asked flatly. "because I just filled him full of piss and im not in the mood to rent a carpet cleaner." "HAH!" seth snorted. now that was more like it. As they gently laid Chris into the tub, Seth let out a sigh of contentment as his stream of hot piss spashed onto Chris, soaking his hair and chest. "such a thirsty boy" he whispered.

Jake raised the sated boys head gently and smiled into his eyes. It was important for clint to understand this was nothing to be ashamed of. To acclimate to his new life of cock and cum, just as Jake had when Seth first welcomed him. Jake kissed the clumsy boy as he gently caressed his thin frame. "such a pretty boy when youre fucking" Jake cooed as he ran his hands sensuously across Clints ass, sliding his fingers down until they met the point where his cock laid soaking in the boy. Jake wanted clint to associate affection, and appreciation with his hole. Jake wanted clint to know that a mans raw load inside him truly made him special and loved. As if by magic, the boy kissed him once more, sighed and asked, "thanks." Jake could feel the boys pulse through his creamy dilated hole and the gentle throb was beginning to make him hard again. slowly, Clint placed his hands on Jakes chest and sat up, as if to lift himself off the meat he was currently impaled upon. However when the boy looked down, he stopped. There it was, Jakes cock in him. "See where i am Clint? Looks nice doesnt it. clint reached down and ran his fingers around the circumference of his penetrated hole. "do you...need to cum again?" he asked sheepishly. "i dunno, you could probably make me cum again. You feel really nice inside clint." without thinking, clint relaxed his hips and slowly sank back down on Jakes prick. "thanks." he sighed, continuing to work Jakes cock. "are you trying to get me to cum in you again?" jake chuckled. Clint had begun to relish the feeling of Jakes cock inside him. He was never really good at many other hobbies like Basketball or hockey, but now he felt like an expert. All he had to do was get Jakes dick inside and he could make the man cum over and over, he was sure of it. Clint let out a satisfied hiss as he picked up his pace. "I could probably make any guy i want to cum" clints mind was racing at the possibilities, the power to make a guy give him something so private, so reserved, so precious as the seed in his balls. just bounce up and down on their cocks and the cum was his. "jakes cum isnt jakes anymore its mine" he thought, stroking his abdomen and pounding the leaking prick inside him, he was almost too distracted to hear Jake moaning below. "are you close?" clint reached back to feel Jakes tight nuts. "yeah dude oh shit im close." clint picked up the pace, working jakes soaked prick deep in the pool of jizz inside him. Clint was pressing Jake into the bed, staring into his eyes like a predator, waiting for the moment. The glimmer when he knew Jake would give him another load because he had no choice. "oh my god" Jake began thrusting deep into clint as he reached back to spread his ass cheeks. "cum in me" clint demanded, pawing at the tops balls and feeling his cock pulsing deep inside him. Once he was satisfied, Clint climbed off jake and plodded down the hall to the bathroom. Straddling the toilet, Clint held his hand below his hole and gave a gentle push. "I need to see it" he thought, and his eyes lit up like a child on christmas morning as what seemed like gallons of cum flowed out from him. "beautiful, isnt it?" Seth mumbled as wandered in brushing his teeth. Clint just nodded. "Ya wanna know what i do with the loads?" Seth asked as he approached the boys parted legs. "what..." the boy asked with bated breath. Seth gently slipped his fingers inside the boy, drew them out, and softly traced the boys pouting lips. "I taste their seed." clint licked his lips, then licked seths fingers clean. "The best part is, all that cum is yours now." Seth tilted the boys cum filled palm gently onto his cock, and clint began to stroke himself once agan. Seth smiled, put the cap back on the toothpaste, and pranced down the hall to the living room again leaving Clint jerking his cock and fingering his hole like a pig in heat to suck the load clean off his digits. "who the hell is in the bathroom" seth asked mikey, who was balls deep in chris as the last of his jizz flowed effortlessly into the now eager boy. "craig? no...clint!" mikey smiled as he let his cock slide out of the boys cummy hole. "hes jakes new best friend, they fucked all night like good little bunnies." mikey remarked, as he tussled chris' hair and flipped on the TV. "poz?" seth mouthed to mikey, to which he just laughed. "not even straight" he replied sarcastically. "well not anymore" seth giggled as he poured a stale half-bowl of cheerio dust. "is it just...is it illegal for me to have anything to eat in this entire house mikey" he glared at the boy. "sex pancakes" mikey mumbled as he raised the volume on Spongebob. Seth fumed as he pulled a clean skillet onto the stove and set to making the one thing mikey thought was particularly clever after an orgy.

Earlier today, a guy that I faintly recognized appeared as a recommended friend on Facebook. He looked familiar, but I couldn't recall where I would have met him. Then I remembered: He often cruised the restrooms at university and was known simply as "thick boy." He was quite short, maybe 5'6", and had an athletic build (well-defined pecs), pale white skin, strawberry blonde hair, nice reddish scruff, and a handsome face. But, most memorably, he had a very thick 7.5" cock, so thick you could barely wrap your fingers all the way around it. The first time we met, he had responded to a CL ad that I posted, and he agreed to meet up in one of the more remote, less cruised university restrooms. I preferred anonymous understall action, but when I entered the restroom, he was standing at one of the six urinals tucked in the back corner. There as plenty of time to compose oneself if someone entered the restroom through the old squeaky door. I approached the urinal beside him and pulled out my already erect cock. He was standing there in a thin t-shirt and baggy gym shorts, rubbing his visibly hard cock. He seemed really nervous, so I reached over and started to stroke his cock through his shorts. Damn, this guy's girth was unbelievable. After a couple of minutes, he finally pulled out his cock. I bent over and tried to take as much of his thick member in my mouth as possible. My jaw started to ache, stretched to its limit by his thickness. We didn't discuss in advance if he would be amenable to more than a blow job. He wasn't giving me any signals that he would be open to fucking my ass. He hadn't touched my cock, my ass, or any other part of my body for that matter. After several attempts to take a few more inches in my mouth, I knew there was no way I could get him off this way. So I spit on my hand and started to stroke him, occasionally sucking on the tip of his cock. I spit on my hand again and began to lube up my hole. With a firm hand gripping his cock, I quickly turn around and push his cock all the way into my ass. The pain, as you can imagine, was so severe I wasn't certain I could take it. I looked back at him, and he looked a bit freaked out. He quietly said that he couldn't fuck me raw, that he had a boyfriend and couldn't take any risks. He took a small step back, but my ass was pressed so hard against his body that his cock didn't come out. I started to rock back and forth on his cock, and he began to moan. He literally just stood there, letting me fuck myself on his thick cock. He didn't make any attempt to pull out or push me off his cock. So, I started fucking myself harder and faster. His body started to shake, and I knew he was close to cumming. Suddenly he said he was about to blow his load. To this day, I can remember what he said: "I can't come in you. I don't fuck raw. I only cum in my boyfriend." Once again he made no effort to pull his cock from my ass. I kept fucking myself, and then he simply said "fuck" and shot his load deep in my ass. Because of his girth, I could feel his cock pulse as it shot that hot load of sperm up my hole. I pulled myself off his cock, dropped to my knees, and cleaned him off with my mouth. He almost instantly got hard again. Unexpectedly, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock into my mouth with such force that it slid down my throat--painfully. He face fucked me hard for a couple of minutes and shot another load. I would jerk off to my memory of that encounter for months afterward. We met a few more times after that, but he insisted on not fucking. Then one day when I was cruising another university restroom, he and another guy signaled they wanted to jerk off together with me. The other guy motioned for me to suck him, and when I bent over, thick boy spit on his cock and shoved it in raw until he blasted a load in my ass. After that encounter, I never saw him out cruising again.

My personal best was 32 loads taken during a gang breeding at a leather event a few years ago. I was blindfolded and a guy who set up the scene managed the door. 32 loads means about 75 visitors to the room for 2 bottoms. I got fucked a lot. The hardest thing about taking unlimited loads is a) finding the tops getting them off. The "idea" of a cumdump is exciting, but in actual fact it's work because you and your willing hole are not automatically going to get a dude excited enough to blow his load. You need to stay on your game and be interactive with the stud fucking you. You need to adapt your positioning to the dude fucking and his particular tastes. Does he like it tight? Does it get him horny when you make sounds... That's all shit you gotta be on, because you need to get him off relatively fast... Oh, and likely you'll be sucking the next top while getting fucked too... So, multitask If your goal is maximum loads, no matter how hot you think you are, you're going to soften your standards. Not every guy is looking to plug his cock into a cunt full of 10 other loads, and those that are aren't always porn stars. You're there for the sensation of being turned into a cumdump? Then earn your prizes and milk every cock stuck in your hole like it is the last one you'll see. You'll be dealing with dudes who have small cocks, cocks that won't stay hard and guys who fuck like it's their first time.... I don't want to dispel the fantasy too much, because if you're in the right headspace, gang bangs are still hot, but the onus is on you as the hole everyone's there to seed to PERFORM. As for soreness, well yes, you're hole is going to get sore. You're going to have multiple cocks sawing in and out, plus a few eager fingers too... A little pain is part of the attraction of being a cumdump. The first 10 cocks are not so hard, but after #15 if you get a really well hung dude who wants to ride you a little hard, you'll be fuckin whimpering as your puffed up hole takes a rough fuck. To me, that pain of ANOTHER cock slipping in, is the absolute bliss of bottoming... So if you're born to serve and love the idea of being offered up as a carnival ride, then you're going to love being a cumdump. If you just want to get fucked... forget number of loads and enjoy having fun with other dudes.

I also do the 'ole switch-er-oo. I make sure to fuck myself and stretch my ass with my dildo before heeding out. I make sure my hole is fully lubed. I suck the guy until he's hard then simply turn around quietly and guide his cock into my waiting hole. It almost always works. And yeah, I second the other comment, if a guy pulls out of your mouth, he wants your ass.