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3. I tugged my hard cock out from the pouch of my jock and stroked it a few times knowing that my hand wasn’t what I was craving. I stopped for a moment before going to get my phone, was I going to do this? I dragged my finger across my hole and felt my slick pucker… of course I was. Within ten minutes of taking a stranger’s load I was back on Scruff searching for another top. This time I was a little less specific in who I was looking for, I didn’t need a daddy, just someone with a thick cock who’d like a wet hole. I was a little surprised with myself still. I thought about Mike the day before doing the exact same thing and started messaging guys who looked promising. A guy in his mid-thirties responded first he was direct: Horny? Fuck yes, I responded basically immediate. I just got back from a work trip and need to blow this four day load bad I know where you can blow it? Oh yeah? Yeah, come dump your load in me. I was a little surprised by own aggression so quickly after the first top but I knew what I wanted. Whats the address? I gave it to him and then added as an afterthought: Ps. I’ve already got one load in me, hope that’s not a problem. Fuck, that’s perfect, means I don’t need lube. Then he was on his way. I changed nothing about myself. I left my ass slick, and my hair slightly messed up from the last top. I slowly edged myself a little as I waited. It was maybe twenty minutes before the buzzer rang and my next top was here. I opened the door for him, he was around my height, a little soft around the middle but really cute and almost boyish in the face. We kissed as I closed the door, and I lead him into my room. He pushed me back onto the bed and grabbed my ankles. “Fuck, your hole’s still wet. When did the last guy fuck you?” “Like, an hour ago?” “Fuck yes.” He pulled off his shirt revealing a mostly smooth body. Quickly his pants and underwear were dropped and his fat seven-inch cock was revealed. It wasn’t wildly long but it was very girthy and my mouth watered. He didn’t bother with having me suck him at all he just spit on the head and pressed it against my wet hole. I groaned as he slid inside me with ease. “Fucking warm, wet pussy,” he moaned as he bottomed out. Then he started to fuck me. I closed my eyes and let him use my hole. He needed to get off and I needed his cock. Not focusing at all on my own cock was a new feeling but it was somehow liberating too. I liked being just fucked and focusing on my hole. I clenched and relaxed around him, milking his cock, and eliciting grunts and groans every time. “You keep doing that and I’m not going to last very long,” he said. “Good, I want you to pump that big load into me.” “Fucking cum slut, begging for loads in your leaking hole.” “Please breed me, add your load.” I sounded like Mike. Is this how he felt. “Good pig!” He roared as he started to cum inside me. I was taking my second load in two hours and it felt great. He kissed me one more time before pulling out and getting dressed. Then he too was gone and I was left there in my jock, with a wet cummy hole, still hard as a rock.

----- Part 5 ----- "Three I know pretty well. Two of them love a quick blowjob before they finish their route. The other is a total bottom" I replied. We chatted a while longer before the buzzer announced the arrival of our dinner. Both of us were still naked and while I buzzed the guy up, Paul grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He was opening the door when I walked out of the bedroom, still naked. "Hi, Marco. Come on in" I called out from across the room. Marco looked at me and it took a few moments before he recognized me with the beard. He was used to guys in this neighborhood greeting him with little to no clothes on and this wasn't my first time doing it. I had recognized his voice when I answered the buzzer, so I knew he'd be cool with it. Marco was my favorite of the delivery guys. He was a tall, mixed guy that I frequently saw at my gym working out. He claimed to have a girlfriend but rarely turned down a chance at having a guy suck his large dick. I was one of the lucky few that I knew he had fucked. Out of the baggy pants and loose uniform tee, his legs were like tree trunks, his shoulders broad and his biceps huge. He had a surprisingly light touch when he fucked, though. He told me once "You fags are more fun to fuck. No bitchin' or whinin' that my dick's too big and only a few want me to wrap it up." Marco grinned and walked into my apartment, letting the door close behind him. His eyes were looking over Paul and then latched on to me. After he gave Paul the pizza, he set the bag down and I saw Paul lick his lips before setting the pizza box down on the table. "Marco, this is my ex, Paul. Paul, Marco is one of the studs that brings me snacks and pizzas" I said. Marco's grin got bigger. "It smells like someone's been havin fun" he said, the smell of cum apparently stronger than the pizza. His hand was rubbing over the growing bulge in his jeans and I know I was enjoying the sight of it and I think Paul was as well. I laughed and then said "Paul, don't be rude. Give the guy his tip." Paul looked back at me confused, wondering where he'd have money on him. I saw the towel he was holding on to was starting to tent. "Knees, Paul. On your knees. Show him how appreciative you are for him bringing us food" I said, winking at Marco. I was really starting to enjoy being the more dominant one over Paul. Paul let go of his towel and knelt down on it, reaching up and opening Marco's pants. Tugging the pants down below the muscular thighs, Paul next pulled the bikini briefs down, freeing the long, thick, uncut shaft from the straining fabric. "Fuck yeah" Paul said before diving in with his tongue. I was a little surprised, but figured that some of those daddies he'd been sucking had taught him well. I ducked back into the bedroom and came back with some cash for a real tip and the marker on the chance I could get Marco to fuck Paul. Marco had his hand behind Paul's head and was rocking his hips slowly while Paul bobbed on the shaft. Paul was struggling to take it much deeper, so I came up next to him and knelt down. My hand grasped his shoulder and I whispered "Breathe deep, relax and let it slide in." He tensed up and gagged so I whispered a long drawn out "Relax..." as my hand slipped down his back and I pushed a finger into his cum filled hole. It really turned me on to be teaching my ex how to suck dick better. I heard him inhale and push his face forward. His nose hit Marco's untrimmed pubes and stayed there a few seconds before pulling back and resuming his short bobs. A minute later, he tried again but this time Marco helped him get the last inch and a half into his throat. I watched, waiting for Paul to struggle to get free and hopefully not puke. He pulled off a several seconds longer than he'd stayed down before and gasped for air before looking up at Marco. "Fuck yeah! You fags are so good at that. If I did that to a bitch, she'd beat my ass n take my balls off" Marco said. Paul was back bouncing on his shaft, taking half of it into his mouth with no problem. My finger kept working Paul's ass, feeling all the cum that was still inside. I pulled it out and licked off the mixture, tasting my cum and the distinctive coppery flavor. "You should try his ass. It's all lubed and ready" I said with an evil grin. I heard Paul whimper as he kept sucking. "Yeah? Think he can take it?" Marco asked. "Dunno, but he does want his pussy wrecked" I replied. Marco laughed, saying "That I can do. Remember the first time I fucked you?" I heard another whine come from Paul as the first fuck I'd gotten from Marco flashed through my mind. "Yeah, it was a week before I could take another dick. But I keep coming back and now I can take it all" I said, tugging on Paul's arm. A few seconds later, Paul was leaning on the wall, his hands and legs spread. Marco shed his shoes, pants and briefs and moved behind him. "What's this?" Marco asked. "Just keeping track of the loads he took" I said. I could see Paul nervously panting, unsure if he could take the dick that had just stretched out his throat. "Poz? You?" Marco asked, his eyebrows raised and staring back at me. I sighed and looked down. "Yeah, just found out a week ago" I said somberly. "Fuck... Good to see it's not slowin ya down. Guess we're not usin' rubbers anymore" Marco said, grinning at me as he lined his cock up and pushed into Paul's swollen hole. The news didn't seem to deter Marco one bit. His eyes seemed to light up at the thought of fucking bare, which made me wonder where he'd put his mark after he bred Paul. Marco rocked his hips, working his shaft deeper into Paul's chute. The contented look on his face let me know Marco was enjoying it so far. On the other hand, the pain in Paul's groans told me that Marco was stretching him open more than I ever could. When Paul let out a howl, I knew Marco had bumped into the inner ring. It took me a couple fucks before I had been able to take all of the long shaft and wondered if Paul could. The howl subsided, replaced by grunts from the gentler nudges Marco's strokes were now giving him deep. "Damn, this is one sloppy pussy. All this yours?" Marco asked as he started to plow a little faster. "Mmmhmm" I replied, watching Paul spread his legs a little wider. Marco's hands grabbed Paul's shoulders and a few seconds later he thrust in hard. "FUCK!" Paul cried out as Marco moaned loudly, standing completely still. "Yeah... see? You can take all of it, just like your throat" Marco said softly. I watched him pull backward and then drive back in, Paul wordlessly crying out as the cock inside him poked deeper than any had ever before. Another pause and Marco began long strokes, his body slapping against Paul's ass occasionally. When his breathing started to get faster along with his thrusts, I knew Paul was about to get bred again. Grunts accompanied the last five or six strokes, followed by Marco wrapping his arm around Paul's neck and pulling him tight as his body convulsed. Paul shot four or five ropes of cum on to the wall before Marco pushed him back against it. The pair stood there, connected and gasping for air for a few moments until Marco backed away. This time it was me on my knees, licking the softening rod. Paul's hole was definitely trashed, but the cum taste put me into overdrive. With the last traces licked off, Marco bent over and grabbed his clothes, putting them back on. I stood up and handed him the marker. "Stay still, Paul" I said. Marco chuckled and moved back behind Paul and wrote "Neg", a line below it and his one hash mark on Paul's left shoulder. Marco looked at me and smiled. "On prep. My girlfriend doesn't mind me fuckin guys but she doesn't want me bringin anything home. Some of you guys are pigs... Already had gono twice this past year" he said. Marco picked up his empty pizza bag and headed to the door. I grabbed the tip and stuffed it into his pocket, giving a firm slap to his ass. He turned and said "Thanks" before whispering "Talk to Benny. He's lookin' for some hot loads. But once he's done, I want to feel your pussy without a fuckin condom" and walked out the door.

Was chatting this morning with a guy I met previously on Grindr. He was back in town from a long business trip, and horny for my hole. The first time we met he only experienced my mouth, and he's been jonesing for my ass ever since. The reason I only blew him last time was because neither of us had a condom, and he was rather insistent on using one as he has a girlfriend. So today, I told him I had a few and if he really needed my ass that badly, I would bring one. We were in the middle of making plans when out of the blue he asked me, "Ever down for a threesome? Two dicks at once?" Intrigued, I responded emphatically in the affirmative. "Do you have someone in mind?" I asked. Turned out he was messaging with another top who lived near him, and making plans to share my holes. My friend set up a group on Grindr so the three of us could chat. The second guy wasn't as hung as my friend's BBC, but he looked like he could stretch me open. And besides, when the hell would I ever say no to being used by two tops??? I finished cleaning out and headed to my friend's place (he works from home and hosts while his girlfriend is at work). The other guy arrived mere seconds before me, and I followed him inside. The two of them stood there stroking their dicks hard as I stripped, threw a condom on the couch, and assumed the agreed-upon position: doggy-style on the coffee table so they could use me at the same time. My friend presented his big dick at my mouth while the other guy spit on my hole and slid inside. I sucked my friend greedily as the other guy grabbed my hips and began drilling me relentlessly. He had said up front that he was fucking me raw, and was true to his word. After a few minutes they switched positions, and I found the stranger's cock in my mouth, creamy from the spit and precum and my ass juices. It tasted amazing! I teased the underside of his cock head with my tongue as I heard the condom wrapper tear, the sound of rubber rolling down a shaft, and then my friend was inside me. I opened easily for him and in mere seconds he was pounding me for all he was worth. At that angle he hit my prostate just right, and I felt the precum dribbling from my cock onto the table. They then switched positions again so the other guy could load my hole first. After a few minutes he gasped. I clenched my hole around him and felt the pulses as he pumped his load into me. But what surprised me was what happened while he was doing that. My friend presented his BBC at my mouth again. It was bare, though I hadn't heard him remove the condom. He held my head as he thrust into my mouth. As soon as the other guy was finished, he slid his bog dick into me - raw! I gripped the edges of the table for leverage and thrust back on him, determined to milk the load from his balls to join the other one already brewing inside me. After a few minutes he also gasped, and once again I felt those telltale pulses against my stretched-out sphincter. Spent, we all dressed quickly. The stranger left first while I chatted for a moment with my friend, their loads seeping into my underwear as we talked. He's hoping that he's back in town for a while, though right now it might just be for the week. I find myself hoping that he gets to work from home for a while, too. I need more breaks like that during my work day.

Poppering up while edging got me into some trouble yesterday. I felt horny and wanted to use a toy while I worked from home. I had prepped and planned to only use the poppers to help get the butt plug in while I watched some Twitter porn. As I watched a Twitter cumdump take load after load, I took a deep hit and eased it's thickness in. I hadn't taken dick or cum since December, and I squeezed on the toy, aching for the real deal. I took another hit and felt the rush pour over me. In a daze I logged into sniffies and posted a pic I had of myself on all fours with my ass in the air. I made my profile subtext "Breedable Cumdump" and rode the high of doing something impulsive and risky. I took another big hit and watched more cumdump porn, imagining myself as them. Unashamed and eager, hungry for all the cum. I had to get back to work, so I put on a slutty jockstap and mesh tank, and sat back down at my desk. Still with the butt plug inside me and occasionally rubbing my nips, I thought about the sniffies profile I made during the midst of a popper high. I logged back in and saw a message from a blank profile, asking if I was looking and sent a cock pic. My hole was open and ready, and work was slow. The perfect combination. I took a hit at my desk and sent him a few pics and my address. I saw he went offline and after coming down, assumed he was just a flake. Within ten min I head a knock on the front door. My hole twitched, I knew who it could be. I went to the front door in only my jock and tank, bottle of poppers in hand and let him in. Sexy guy in his thirties came inside and I immediately went to serving him. Dropped to my knees in the entryway and fished for his cock while he stripped off his jacket. I sucked his thick 7" cock like in his picture, my pussy ached for it. His hands groped my ass and felt my plugged up hole. After getting his knob wet and hard, I took out the plug and presented my wet hole. He stepped behind me and slipped himself inside. Finally a cumdump again, I took a hit and felt my hole relax around his thick cock. Felt great to have the real thing again. He bent me over and pounded away, calling me a slut. It was true, I took his dick like a good cumdump and worked it for his pleasure. After a moment, he asked if I wanted his load. I said hell yeah breed me stud, drop your load. He came hard and I felt my hole get a rush of wetness and warmth. After he left, I slipped in the toy again, keeping his load inside me while I went back to work. Though it was hard to concentrate, I kept checking the apps and hoping for more cock and cum. My ass was filled and prelubed, why not take advantage of my recklessness. Within the hour, I saw another message appear. I took another hit and got ready to slut my hole out more.

last night. a beefy 20 something young bear. anon hotel fuck. when I got to his room he was on all 4s being power fucked by an older dude. there were also 2 men waiting their turn. the older dude grunted and shot his load up the pig's ass and pulled out only to be replaced by the next man in line. he had big low hanging balls and I enjoyed watching them slapping on the pig's ass. he told the pig "I'm fukkin seeding you now" and emptied his balls. the next dude shoved his cock in deep. he had a beaut hairy ass and real hairy balls. I gripped his balls tight which he liked and I spread his ass and shoved my tongue up his hole. he moaned and grunted with pleasure. I felt his asshole throb on my tongue as his balls contracted and pumped their thick load up the pigs hole. finally it was my turn. I thrust into him. man he felt so good - 3 freshly pumped loads in his hole. I fukkin loved felling all that hot seed on my cock. the man who fucked him before me returned the favour and gripped my balls real tight - I love that and I shot a massive load into the grateful pig. . finally the 2 of us made him suck our cocks clean. will fuck him again - he was a grateful bottom and thanked me for my load

Chapter 7 - Kenny’s POV Damn! I had just shot my third load of the night into the hottest little white pussy boy I had ever fucked. He was a virgin until earlier tonight, and he took my 14.5” and thick as a beer can big black dick like a champ. I even got to use my new PA that was meant to tear up neg pussy boy insides so that my highly viral load could get deep inside and infect them with my strains of HIV. My latest visit to the doc at the county health department had gone well, at least in my eyes. He’d been trying to get me on meds for years, but I told him I couldn’t afford them. For some reason, I didn’t qualify for the free program either. Maybe it was because even though I’m pretty poor on paper, I still make too much to qualify. I know for real I make good money though because I sell lots of good drugs on the side and have quite the long list of clients always hitting me up from premo shit. Either way, the doc was telling me that my viral load count was getting dangerously high, and if I kept down this path by my next visit I’d most likely have full blown AIDS. My viral load count was 2.5 million and my CD4 was at 103. He told me if my CD4 got below 100, then that’s considered full blown AIDS. While he was concerned, my dick chubbed up at the thought of having a truly huge death stick ready to convert any neg bottom who needed to be owned by a BBC. That’s when I went to my tattoo and piercing guy and asked him what he could do to help me out. He showed me the new PA that had 6 very sharp pointed spikes that went all around the circle of the PA and were meant for nothing more than to rip and tear open the insides of whatever hole was being fucked. I chubbed up again. I laughed an evil laugh and told him to ring it up while he just smirked at me and said that he feels for any hole that gets used by me with that on. “Even if you weren’t hung like a motha fucka, Kenny, that thing would do damage. As huge as you are and how rough you fuck, you’re liable to send some bitch to the hospital needing stitches in his ass,” he said. “Does that mean you’re volunteering?” I asked. “Hell no! Once with you was enough. My hole still trembles thinking about how hard you used me that time when I couldn’t pay up for my stash.” “It’s all good. I mean I enjoyed your ass, but I know you prefer to top, so it’s not as much fun if you’re not truly into it. I like to make guys scream, moan, bleed, but I also want them to be into it too. I mean rape can be hot too in the right situation, but I much prefer a partner who begs and wants this snake versus one who complains or whines about it,” I said. “By the way, if you get any other piercings like this that are twisted, let me know.” “You got it, man. Hey, if you really want to do more damage, we can always do a Jacob’s Ladder piercing on you. As big as you are, we could probably get 10 bars down the length of your dick.” “Let me think about it. I know it’s hot but with as much travel as I do, that’s a lot of piercings to take in and out every time I have to go through the metal detectors at the airport,” I said. I then paid for the piercing, dropped my pants and put it in while my bud just laughed. I told him I needed to see how it felt and was on my way out the store. Armed with a lethal PA and deadly toxic seed, I sought out the first bottom I could find. Of course he couldn’t take it, so I was frustrated. Then I was out of commission for two weeks trying to pass another damn kidney stone, so when Tre hit me up and told me that he had a hot young white boy pussy that was almost virgin, I was hoping I’d get to finally unleash the beast and release two weeks worth of built up toxic seed. Fuck, he was so worth it. I got him high as fuck and tore his ass up with my deadly spiked PA. Tre’s boyfriend Javi saw how much damage I was doing to the white pussy boy and demanded for me to wreck his insides as well. Even though I’m pretty sure that I converted both Tre and Javi, I had caught a new strain of HIV since we had last played, so I was sure I could get Javi sick again with my new strain if I fucked him hard enough. I hadn’t got to tell Tre of Javi the latest news from my doc, but I would later once things calmed down. I know I had turned them into kinky stealth fuckers like me after I had stealthed them both, so it was hot watching them spread my strain and hear their stories of their conquests. But, I needed to get back to the present. Tyler wanted more cock, and my evil brain knew who just to invite over. “So Ty, you want more big dick huh? You think you can take more? I mean I know some pretty big guys,” I asked. “Do you really, Kenny? I mean like are they as big as you? Or bigger?” Ty asked. I laughed out loud. “You horny little pussy boy. You want a dick even bigger than mine? Do you think you could take it?” Ty just giggled like a little school girl. So, I asked him what was funny. “If you get me high enough, I could probably take a dick a little bigger than yours. I don’t know. My insides feel totally opened and wet. But my hole just keeps wanting more dick. I think the slam really made my hole hungry. Does it do that?” “Yes, it does, especially for white boy cum sluts like yourself. I do have a buddy that’s bigger than me, but I don’t know if he’s gonna be free. I can text him and see. But, I do know some buds that are probably chillin right now that would be down to breed your white ass with their big dicks. Do you want me to text them too?” “Really? Tre, Javi, is it ok if we invite them over? I mean this is your place. I don’t want to seem rude by trying to invite more guys over without your permission,” Ty asked. “Sure, I’m down. I don’t know if you’ll be able to get another load out of Tre of Kenny for at least another hour while they recharge, but I’m ready to breed you while we wait for others to arrive,” replied Javi. “Sweet! OK, Kenny. Text all of your buds and see if they want to breed me. By the way, how big is the guy that’s bigger than you?” “I’m not going to tell you, slut. You only get to find that out in person,” I told Ty. I picked up my phone and texted my bud that was bigger than me and three other buds and told them what was going down. One hit me back right away asking for pics of the little white boy pussy. “Ty, get on your back and pull your legs back to your shoulders. I need to take a pic of that hungry white boy pussy for my buds.” Ty didn’t question my command at all and did exactly as he was told. I wondered if he wasn’t so high would he still obey as quickly. I decided to file that in the back of my mind for later confirmation. I took pics of his whole body, his face, his cute little nipples, his little dick, and his gaping hole that was red, torn, and still dripping reddish tinted cum. I texted those to my bud. He quickly asked for the address. So I sent it to him. He said he’d be on the way and was bringing his bro with him. I texted back that it was cool, the more the merrier. I told Ty that one of my buds was interested and he got all smiley and happy. Javi then said, “Well since you’re presenting that pretty pussy like that, I might as well fuck it.” Javi mounted Ty and started fucking him. Tre got up and told me to follow him to the bathroom. As we got into the bathroom, Tre was like that was the hottest fuck he ever had. And he was thinking about getting a PA like mine. I told him I could hook him up with my guy if he was serious. Then he asked, “So, you think we got him knocked up?” I just laughed and told him about my recent visit with the doc, my numbers, and my new strain. “Fuck, so you probably just gave it to the kid and recharged Javi too!” “That was the plan, bro. My dick was hungry after going two weeks with no sex.” My phone buzzed and another of the guys hit me up. I quickly sent him the details and he replied back he was down. So, I gave him the address and he said he’d be there in 15 minutes. The first bud texted me that he had stopped for gas and would be there in about 10 minutes. I told Tre that they were coming. “You think that bitch and take some more big dicks?” “Yeah, and who do you know that’s bigger than you, bro? You know I rarely bottom, but for a big dick like yours, I like the challenge,” Tre said. I laughed, and told him the same thing I told Tyler. You’ll have to see it in person. He just laughed and agreed. I told him if he hits me back up we’ll see what happens. “You ready to go back in there and get him slammed again. Do you think another .7 or is that too much?” Tre just shrugged his shoulders and asked if I wanted him passed out again. I thought about it and the guys that were coming. “Well two of the guys that are coming are poz also. One has a biohazard tattoo on his back. Do you think the kid will figure it out if he sees that?” Tre just shook his head and said that he thought the kid was pretty naive, so probably not. “What about the third guy? Is he poz?” asked Tre. “I don’t know dude. Never met him before. But if he’s been playing with my bud raw, then there’s a good chance he is.” “Damn, we need to get the details. I don’t want no one freaking out and calling the cops on us,” Tre said. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Let me text my bud and find out.” As I texted my bud to ask the status of the guy he was bringing with him, Tre said he was going to go check and make sure Xavier was still snoring soundly and then go back to watch Javi breed Ty. He told me to text him to come back to the bathroom if we needed to talk more about the guys who are coming. Right then, my phone buzzed. Bro #1: Bro, he’s chill. My bud is poz too. He’s Blatino and got a 11.5” dick that’s pretty thick. Me: That’s what’s up. Any tattoos or things that identify him as poz? Bro #1: He’s got a biohazard tattoo like me. But his is on his left pec. Me: OK, the white bitch was a virgin until earlier tonight. He’s high as fuck but doesn’t seem to know about poz tattoos. I think. Who knows? We’ll just play it by ear. But tell your bud that this is a stealthing operation. Bro #1: Dude my dick just jumped. Hell yeah we’ll knock this bitch up for sure. My bud here just converted two weeks ago so his numbers are high. Me: Not as high as mine. 2.5 million viral load count. Bro #1: Fuck dude, he’s poz then. Me: Ya especially after I tore him up with my new PA. I then sent a bud a pic of my dick with the new PA in it. He was impressed and said they were both ready to breed. I was about to go join the others when my phone buzzed again. Bro #2: Yo bro, we gettin high? I haven’t nut in over a week. You know if I’m high I can shoot several loads. Me: Ya fo sure. I’ll get you slammed when you get here. Oh and we are stealthing the btm, so keep the poz talk on the DL. Bro #2: Fuck ya bro! I’m ready. See you soon. I joined the others back in the bedroom. Javi now had Ty on all fours and was fucking him hard while Tre had gotten in front of Ty and was letting him suck his dick. Tre was not fully hard yet, but I could see his dick coming back to life. I grabbed the cup of water that had since gone cold and told Tre I was going to get more hot water to get the slams ready. Ty pulled off of Tre’s dick and looked at me. “Can I get another slam too? Oh and some more G? I like that stuff!” said Ty. “Sure, baby boy. I want you to get high and enjoy all the big dicks in your ass. By morning, your hole ain’t gonna even know how to close.” I laughed and left the room. As I was leaving, I heard Ty mumble something about he didn’t want his hole to stop being fucked. Damn, he was a natural white pussy boy if I had ever met one. From virgin to BBC whore in less than 4 hours. I went to the bathroom and got more hot water. When I got back to the room, Tre already had the four points we used earlier opened and was filling them with T. “Who’s is who’s?” I asked. He looked at me and whispered if it mattered. I just kinda laughed and said no. I also pulled out three more points. “How much are you putting in each?” “.5 for me, you, and Javi. .8 for Ty. How much do you want for your buds that are coming?” asked Tre. I told him to do .5 for them as well. “You want to really get this party flowing, huh?” I just nodded. “I’ve never done more than .4 before but I figure a little extra boost will help me get rock hard again and let my poor nuts build up some more special seed,” Tre whispered. I don’t really know why we were whispering to each other. With all the grunts and groans coming from the bed, I doubt Ty could even hear us much less focus on what we were talking about. “OK, it seems like you know what you’re doing. I’m going to go get another Gatorade from the fridge and get the G ready.” As I was in the kitchen, my phone buzzed and my bro texted that he was here. I told him the apartment number and to come up. As I let him in, my bro with the bud texted that he was here too. So I gave him the apartment number. Soon all four of us were standing in the kitchen, and I gave them each the details of the situation. “OK, the white bitch cum slut was virgin until tonight. He’s high as fuck. We are all about to slam and take some G. I got slams with .5 ready for each of you.” The guy that was new to me just bugged out his eyes, so I stopped. “Is that going to be ok?” He said yeah he’d just never done more than .25 before. “That’s cool man, if you want less we can do that.” He just shook his head and said he was down to try a big slam, so I continued. “He is negative or was until we started fucking him. He can take dick like a champ and loves it rough. The harder and rougher you get, the better. Breed him and rough him up and let's make sure this bitch converts tonight.” They all agreed, so we headed to the bedroom. I led them back to the bedroom. As we walked in, Tre welcomed the guys and introduced himself, Javi, and Ty. He then said you guys obviously know Kenny, and asked them to introduce themselves. My first bro who came with the new bud said, “I’m Jay, and this is Mike,” pointing to his new bud. My second bud piped up and said, “I’m Chris. Let’s get this party going.” Ty watched the guys with hunger as they all stripped down to everything but their underwear. His eyes were glued to their packages and I seriously thought he was going to start drooling. Right about that time, Javi screamed he was going to bust, and he started pile driving into Ty. Ty looked back at Javi and said, “Yes, Javi! Give me your special seed. I need more cum deep in my white boy pussy from your big Latino dick.” Jay and Mike both just watched and smiled. Chris went to where Tre was and asked if he needed any help. He said no but looked at me and said the rigs were ready and asked me who was going first. “I think Ty should get his slam first so that he’s ready as soon as these guys get theirs.” I looked over at Ty, and he just looked back and gave me a big smile and thumbs up. I went over to Ty and told him to open up. I gave him 4 shots of G. I whispered to him that the extra one was so that he would be really horny and ready for all of us. He just smiled. I then grabbed his arm and told Tre to hand me the rig for Ty. Ty, already knowing what to expect, straightened out his arm to me and smiled. I found his vein quickly and told him to get ready. He nodded as I pulled back and got a register of blood. I then slowly depressed the plunger and pulled the needle out. He raised his arm over his head and immediately started to cough. I looked up and saw a little trickle of blood start to roll down his arm, and I just licked it up. Ty was too far gone in feeling the rush to notice. But, I distinctly heard Chris behind me say that was hot as fuck. I then went to my bros that just arrived, Jay and Chris, and gave each 2 shots of G and slammed them. Mike was next and said he’d never had G. I told him he’d love it. After he got 2 shots, he said it tasted awful. As Chris passed him the Gatorade, I told him to chase it and then take another sip and swish it around in his mouth to get rid of the taste. I then got Mike’s arm ready, found his vein, pulled back to get a register of blood, and then pushed the plunger into him. He raised his arm and started coughing like Ty. I looked at him and cocked my head, “You sure you done this before?” He was coughing still and looking at me trying to say something. After a few more coughs, he looked up and said, “Ya bro, but it’s been over a year, and I only did it once.” I looked at Jay and raised my eyebrows. “Don’t sweat it, Kenny. He’ll be fine. He wanted to do this. Plus, his dick is bigger than mine, so I know he’ll do some damage to the kid.” “Alright, but he’s your responsibility.” I looked back at Mike and asked, “You ok, bro?” He just had a stupid grin on his face and was massaging his dick through his underwear. He looked at me and told me he was cool and ready to fuck. Ty heard that and he got on all fours and presented his ass to the guys on my side of the room. As he did that a little fart came out of him and a huge glob of reddish cum pushed out of his ass and quickly dropped down to his balls and then fell to the bed. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so crude,” Ty said worriedly. Tre, Javi, and I all chuckled. Mike, now fully hard, looked at the hole, the cum, and decided he’d had enough. He got up, pulled off his boxer briefs and walked over to Ty as Ty went bug eyed looking at the big dick pointing at him as it came near. When he got to Ty, he asked him if he was ready for more. Ty just nodded quickly as Mike slammed his entire dick in with one big shove. “Fuck, yes! This bitch is super wet and open but somehow still tight,” Mike exclaimed as he pulled out and slammed in again. He did that about 5 more times when he noticed the room was quiet and looked back at the rest of us. “Oh shit, man! I’m sorry. Did I go out of turn? Or were we supposed to wait?” “No, don’t stop!” Ty whined. “Kenny, please don’t make him stop. I’ll do anything you guys want, just keep fucking me. My pussy needs dick now. Fuck me harder, Mike. Please!” Mike stayed still waiting on our response. Meanwhile, Ty started fucking himself on Mike’s dick. “Mike, come on. Fuck me please. Damn, this is a big dick. I think you’re bigger than Tre.” I laughed. “Mike, shut that bitch up and fuck him. You heard him. He needs dick. Give him your big dick and fill his white boy pussy up with your special seed.” Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Ty’s hips and started pounding into him hard and fast. Ty just started moaning like the whore he was. Tre came up to me and told me he and Javi were ready for their G and slam. So I gave Tre and Javi their doses. Right as Javi was getting his plunger pushed in, Mike started grunting. “Take that big Blatino dick you white whore! You want this nut? I’m about to bust a big load deep in your pussy. Get ready!” Mike shouted. He then started shaking and pounding erratically as he started cumming in Ty who just moaned. When Mike was done, he slowly pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to Ty. He was breathing heavily as Ty turned around and started licking his still hard dick clean. He jumped at Ty’s tongue, but then said, “Fucking white boy cum slut. Clean that big Blatino dick off. Who’s next?” Mike asked as he looked at the rest of us. Jay got up, already fully naked and went to the bed and mounted Ty as he was still licking Mike’s dick clean. He just groaned and started pounding. From previous experience, I knew Jay wasn’t very vocal, just a lot of grunting. So, that’s what he did, grunted and pounded away at the sloppy wet white boy pussy. After licking up every drop of cum and blood that was coating Mike’s dick, Ty held it up straight from his body and said, “Damn, you are bigger than Tre.” Mike just laughed and said he was 11.5” of Grade A quality Blatino dick. Meanwhile, Jay was getting close and then started cumming in Ty. Ty just moaned and begged for his cum. He reached back and grabbed Jay’s ass cheeks to pull him into his ass deeper while still begging him for his cum. Chris had moved next to me right as I was about to push the plunger down on my rig to get my slam going again. “That’s one hot white boy. I can’t wait to give him my load, Kenny. I want to knock him up so bad. Do you still have a PA?” I looked at Chris and nodded. “Why?” I asked. “Well, I lost mine at the last party I was at. I took it off to clean it off because one of the bottoms hadn’t cleaned out properly and forgot where I laid it down. It was the next day when I realized it was not in my dick anymore. Do you think I can borrow yours? I want to do some damage to his insides,” Chris said. I just smiled at Chris and grabbed my green bag. “Oh, I got something special then.” I pulled out the spiked PA, and Chris’s eyes just bugged out and an evil grin spread across his face. “Fuck ya, bro! Where did you get that? I need one just like it.” I told him I’d hook him up later, but for now, he needed to put it on because Jay was almost done. Jay meanwhile was still grunting and thrusting into Ty while Ty was just moaning and begging for every last drop of cum. Chris quickly put the PA in and moved his hips back and forth so his big dick slapped against his thighs. That sound caught Ty’s attention, and he looked up to see what was making that sound. Ty saw Chris’s dick swinging back and forth and could probably see that there was a PA in it, but Chris was moving it too fast for him to see just what it looked like. Ty just started licking his lips and looked up at Chris and asked, “How do you want me? I’m ready to please you sir!” I laughed and whispered in Chris’s ear what to do. “Tell him you want him on his back. That way he can see the PA before you shove it in. And make sure you shove it in balls deep the first thrust. Trust me he can take it. If he gives you any grief about the PA, just tell him that he either gets fucked with it, or he doesn’t get your dick at all. Trust me, he’ll take the dick.” Chris just grinned. Looking back at the bed, Ty was cleaning off Jay’s dick. Chris walked up to the bed and told Ty, “When you’ve cleaned off his big dick, I want you on your back with you holding your knees to your shoulders with your head on the pillows. That way the guys over there can see our profiles as I tear your ass up with this 13” mandingo dick.” Ty just moaned and got into position quickly. Chris mounted the bed and approached Ty and his openly presented hole while stroking his big dick. Ty, who couldn’t help himself, looked down to see what was about to enter his white boy pussy. He noticed the PA right away and the size of Chris’s dick. “Whoa, Chris. What is that thing? It looks scary.” Chris looked at Ty and said, “It’s called a Prince Albert or PA. It’s a piercing that goes through someone’s dick head. It’s usually curved like a circle and makes fucking feel so much better. Trust me, all the bottoms love it.” Ty just looked at him and shrugged. “OK,” Ty said and then looked at me. “Kenny, I’m not feeling the G yet. Can I get some more?” I just chuckled. I knew he was probably already sweating some of the G out by the sheen of sweat that was covering his entire body, but I went over to him with the Gatorade and the vile of G. Chris just sat back on his haunches and grinned. I gave Ty 3 more shots of G which he quickly rinsed out with the Gatorade. “No more than 10 minutes, and you’ll be feeling that,” I told him. I knew it was also a little early for the G to kick in. Between Mike and Jay, both only fucked Ty for like 5 minutes a piece or less so the first round of G hadn’t really kicked in yet. “What are you waiting for, Chris? Ty told you to fuck him with the PA. Let him see how it feels. If he really likes it, I can put mine and fuck him with mine too.” “You have one too?” Ty asked. “Sure do, buddy! Mine is like the one Chris has, but I have two others that you can look at and see if you want me to try a different kind on you too. But make sure you make Chris happy and get his nut. Go ahead, Chris. Breed that hot white boy pussy.” Chris, no longer ready to wait, positioned his dick head at Ty’s hole that was still open and leaking pinkish cum. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, white boy. I own the boys I fuck and destroy their pussies with my big mandigo dick. You ready for it?” “Give it to me, please! Chris, fuck me hard with that big black dick!” “No, this is a mandingo dick, bitch. Do you know the difference?” asked Chris. “A mandingo dick is larger than 12”. Mine is 13”, so respect the difference. It’s not just a black dick. It’s a black mandingo dick.” Ty giggled and said, “Chris, please give me your black mandingo dick. I want you to make my pussy yours and fill it up with your nut.” Chris just grinned sadistically and looked at me then back at Ty. “Be careful what you wish for white boy cum slut!” Chris then slammed his entire dick into Ty’s hole with one hard, ravage thrust. Ty howled out as the six spikes on the PA ripped into the walls of his hole, then his rectum, then his inner hole, and then into the walls of his large intestine. Chris quickly put one hand over Ty’s mouth and the other around his neck. “Don’t scream that loud anymore. I’m going to fuck your pussy, and you’re going to love every minute of it.” Chris pulled all the way out causing Ty to scream into his hand. “What did I say, bitch?” Ty just started crying and Chris said, “Don’t scream again. You can moan like the whore you are, but if you scream I won’t fuck you anymore.” I could tell by the look in Ty’s eyes that he was torn about getting fucked or having to endure the pain. Right about then his eyes glazed over. I whispered in Chris’s ear that the G was kicking in and to go ahead and rip the bitch up. Chris slammed his entire dick back into Ty. What started as a scream erupted from Ty but quickly turned into a moan. So Chris did it again and again, only getting moans from Ty. Chris felt Ty’s ass involuntarily gripping his dick as he was slamming into him. So he started to move his hips around and grind his dick deep inside of Ty. The spikes started grabbing and ripping into the walls of Ty’s large intestine. Ty’s eyes went wide, and he started to lean up, but then his tongue came out of his mouth and he collapsed on the bed. “Shit, he passed out again,” Tre said. “Good, now I’ll really fuck this bitch up,” Chris exclaimed. And that’s what he did. His hips went into overdrive. He fucked, slammed in and out, ground his dick in circles. He pulled his dick out and it was covered in blood and cum. By this time, everyone was gathered around watching and getting even more turned on. Javi said, “Chris, just push in and out quickly on his hole. Make it rip open more and bleed. Tear that shit up!” Chris moaned, loving the idea, did just that. Javi then said, “OK, now go in deep and do the same thing to his inner hole!” Sounds of agreement and encouragement came from all of us as Chris tore up Ty’s inner hole. He pulled out to show us his dick even more streaked with red. This time it was Tre’s turn to make a suggestion, “Now pull go inch by inch into his ass and rotate your hips around. Make sure those spikes are hitting his ass walls and tearing into them. We want to make sure that all of our loads have a chance to knock this bitch up and make him the poz cum dump we know he’s destined to be.” Chris just gave a sinister laugh. “You guys are just as fucked up and freaky as I am. I love it. He’s passed out and we are ripping this white boy up from the inside out so we can make him a toxic poz cum dump. This is my kinda party.” Chris did as he was told until Tre told him to do the same thing to his large intestine past his inner hole. Chris plunged in deeper and continued to do circles with his dick to make sure the spikes tore up the white boy good. Chris pulled all the way back out. This time his dick was almost completely coated in blood and the cum that oozed out of Ty’s hole was redder than it had been all night. “Fuck ya! Look at that. I’m about to nut.” We encouraged Chris to fuck him hard and that’s what he did. He started long dicking Ty again, pulling all the way out and slamming all the way back in. After about 10 thrusts like that, Chris grunted and started shaking. Balls deep in Ty, he unloaded his pent up nut that he had been storing for over a week. Chris finally drained, pulled out of Ty as cum just poured out of the gaped open hole. Even though the cum had gotten a little less red from all the nut that Chris had shot inside him, it was still pretty dark. Ty was still passed out. I looked around me, and there wasn’t a single guy that wasn’t hard as a rock and all were stroking their dicks. “OK, guys! I say while he’s passed out, we DP this bitch as much as we can to really rip his hole open wide. Tre and Javi, do you want to go first? I mean it is your place and all.” Tre just high fived Javi. Javi got on the bed on his back while the guys picked Ty up and folded him in half and lowered him onto Javi’s dick. A small moan escaped Ty’s mouth as the guys laid him flat on Javi’s chest. Tre got behind them and slammed his entire cock up in Ty’s ass at once. Ty moaned a little louder. “Fuck, Tre! This bitch is getting hard again. Keep fucking him rough and maybe we can make him cum hands free again,” Javi said. “I’ve got a better idea. We each pair off: Javi and Tre, Jay and Mike, and me and Chris. We each get three minutes to DP the bitch. Whichever pair can make him cum hands free gets to be the first to fist his hole after we’ve all nut in him again.” “No fair!” Jay shouted. “You and Chris have the biggest dicks!” “I know! That’s why we are going to win. But why are you complaining, we can all fist him! It’s just the winners get to go first,” I said. Jay shrugged and agreed. “OK, Javi and Tre. Your time starts now!” ******************** I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Who do you want to win? Should the biggest dicks win or is Ty too close to the edge already? Does Ty wake up to being DP or being fisted? Let me know your thoughts. Any feedback is always appreciated.

I was at my local gay nightclub when I spotted a group of lads – all dressed up. One caught my eye – he was wearing a superhero costume and unusually had the muscles to fill it out. We started dancing and became aware that through the tight lycra I could also see that he had the bulge to fill it. I said to him “looks like you really are a hero!”. He replied – “that’s not all lad – I’ve got a superpower too”. I asked him what it was and he said “I call my cock The Power because it gets guys pozzed first time”. I was taken aback and he laughed “shocked yeh?”. I nodded but kept dancing and he moved closer so we could grind together. He whispered in my ear “and tonight I’m pozzing you”. I said back “but I’ve never wanted pozzed before”. And the superhero said “when you meet The Power that changes and you know you need my poz cum in you – don’t worry it’s normal – want me to be YOUR hero?”. I hugged him tight and said “yes sir, I need a hero!”. We went back to his place and stripped off. When released from the superhero outfit The Power sprang out and was huge even soft. I whispered – “no wonder you call it The Power – it’s huge!” and he replied “and it don’t shoot blanks”. We made out for a bit and then he said “wanna suck”. I struggled to get such a monster in my mouth! But I managed and I sucked him and sucked him until I begged please I need The Power in me. He replied “need a hero?”. I told him I did and when he asked why I told him it was because I needed pozzed with his massive weapon. He growled “ready to feel The Power?”. Yes Sir! He pushed The Power deep into me and I moaned “wow you really are a hero”. He replied that he knew and started to plough my hole deep and I moaned in pleasure – “wow I know why you call that cock The Power”. He said “yeh, it barebacks all the twinks – beg me to use my superpower”. “Poz me with The Power - make me yours – be my hero”. He growled “here comes twink – the poz cum – making you a real man now”. I begged “give it to me, poz me with the Power”. He shot his load in me. We hugged for a bit with his meaty cock still inside me then I feel asleep in his muscular arms”.

Was out with a friend in NYC. Met a handsome hot guy at the bar. My friend decided to go home, I decided I should too. But once we said good bye at the subway I decided I wanted another drink and to go see if the hot guy was still there. Oh he was!! We had several drinks and then he said he was going to the Cock Bar. He asked if I wanted to join him and I said "of course" We hopped in an Uber and headed to the cock in the middle of the snow storm. We had a couple drink and then he brought me over to the dark corner cave area. Pulled out his cock... I dropped to my knees and started sucking his big hot cock. After a couple of minutes he leaned down and said he wanted my ass. I qucikly dropped my pants and leaned over. Spit in my had and lubed my ass up. His hard big cock slid in and damn it felt good. Been to long since I had been fucked. He fucked me good and then leaned over and told me he was about to breed my ass, then he pounded his load deep in my hole. Oh it felt so good. Before I could lean up, my ass was filled with another cock. This guy was pounding to blow his load. I looked around and the hot guy was watching with a smile. After several more guys and loads, he leaned over and said let's get a drink. I had another drink with him. Then he said lets go. We walked to the subway, kissed and said good bye. I turned around and went back. Got a drink, went back to the dark corner, dropped my pants and lost track of how many cocks and loads I took before the bar closed and I stumbled my way home happy and very full of cum!

as a top, it depends on the mood and the situation, and the fellow mating partner / the bottom… it’s kind of different according to the shape of encounter itself. Sometimes, if I’m hot and horny for someone in particular, I love to fuck and enjoy being inside of him as long as possible, to fuck him every way possible, and I love my body to be a part of him through intercourse. Unloading into him is just the natural outcome and a must. It’s about being close with him, marking him and having him carry my seed which would make me proud eventually. Sometimes I love to fuck from one man to the next, e.g. while group banging. Then I’m more for quantity than quality, sex becomes a fulfillment when sharing it with as many as possible, then it’s about fucking in the first place. I’d let my dick go free and decide on its own, when to unload, no matter in whom. I cherish the memories of group sex, when I fucked almost everyone in the room but was so dizzy that I don’t recall, who finally got my load - and it doesn’t even matter. As memories can be tricky, it still can appear as if I have cum with everyone, which feels incredibly fulfilling. Having shared a load with one of the group thus feels like having shared it with everyone there, as long as I’ve made sure that I have fucked with whoever possible. And sometimes there are times, when I’m not horny, not in the mood and hardly think of sex (yes, happens, too, at times 😁), and there’d still be a bottom reaching out just to have his hole bred. I don’t mind if I happen to be the next available and handy servicing breeder, just to drop pants, deposit my load in him, get my pants again and go home. Sometimes, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do 💦

I got a text message from a guy who saw my ad in the personals of Lacanto. The text said cum to hotel Palazzo Versace Hotel suite 48 at 9am 2/2/2022. That was the night before, I texted back saying I would be there. This morning got up early gave myself a good clean out, an headed to the hotel, knocked on the door and this Arab answered the door, I thought I had the wrong suite when he asked if I was from the ad, I said yes, and he invited me in, where there was another Arab there too. The first said that they were looking for a bottom to use. I said well I like being used and I started to strip, both looked my up and down then told me to get on my knees, they both pulled there cocks out, the first was about 7" flaccid, to other was 4" flaccid but thick, Grabbed the big cock first and started sucking it to get it hard in my mouth, he was thick but not as thick as the other cock, he did grow an extra inch as I sucked him off,I was looking up at him with his cock in mouth and he said do I like it rough, I nodded and as I did he thrust his shaft deeper down my throat causing me to gag a little. He told me to get on my hands and knees which I did, he came around to the back of me and without lube started to push his cock inside me, whilst his friend who was semi hard forced his very thick cock into me mouth, my hole was hurting from the lack of lube, but he kept pushing his cock into me until he was balls deep, then he started slapping my ass calling me a dirty faggot that needs superior Arab cock in him. I was sucking the guy and his cock was hurting my jaw as it was that thick, it was also causing me to gag as it was hitting my tonsils, he was getting harder from me gagging and watching his friend fuck me. They switched places and the guy with very thick cock and I mean it was as thick as a coke can probably thicker, drove his cock into my hole causing me gasp in pain as I teared up, when the other guy shoved his cock down my throat, saying all white men will server Arab cock, they fucked me for a good 90 minutes taking turns with my mouth and fuck hole. My hole hafd loosened up thanks to the very thick cock, he was once again inside me pumping hard slapping my ass which was very red now, when I felt him thrust deep into me one last time as he started cumming inside me, he pulled out had me clean his head, whilst I got fucked again by the large cock, he was pulling his cock all the way out and ramming it back into my hole telling me he was pushing the cum deeper so it would never cum out, he kept this up for a good 15 minutes before he started cumming inside me. Told me to get dressed and leave, which I did. My hole is very sore now, but all I can think about is that really thick cock.

I do want to share a new development. I met a guy offf Grindr recently. He was persistent I’ll give him that, and one night after a few nights of talking over snap I just decided what the hell and drove to his apartment. I buzzed the intercom and walked up the stairs before entering his door he opened for me. Soon we were naked and he was rimming me which was sending waves of pleasure coursing up my body before he entered me. He fucked me for about 10 minutes before pulling out and fisting his cock. He knew from our earlier conversations that I wanted to be bred, and he jerked his cock near my stretched hole building his orgasm. The suspense was so hot, I knew it was coming, but not knowing when he was going to thrust into me made me hornier than ever. I fisted my would cock in anticipation, and when he did thrust forward, I started spewing my own cum over my stomach matching the load he was fucking into my ass. Maybe if I hadn’t been cumming at that moment too I would’ve felt him blow this load in me, but fuck if I didn’t enjoy the moment. The last week has been a whirlwind, I just joined this site, posted this story to positive reviews, (thank you all), and suddenly after all these years of fantasizing, I just took my first load. Not sure if I’m ready to join the poz train yet as this guy was neg, but now I can finally say, I’ve had a man cum in my ass. 😈

• Here's a new story for you guys. I have the first two chapters written and the rest is outlined... Enjoy... xxx • Our Boyfriends’ Cummy Holes Chapter 1 of 5. Andy and I were pals at work. We flirted with each other around the office, but nothing too serious. Andy was a nice guy, and I bet he didn’t know what I pig I could be. I knew Andy had a really serious boyfriend and didn’t want to screw that up for him. I’d been seeing a guy but we’d decided to give each other some space for a while, but more on that later. After a frisky day of Andy teasing me at the office, he invited me out for a beer after work and we chatted. I confessed that his flirtations turned me on. He asked if I wanted to get to know him and his partner better. Andy’s boyfriend, Luke, looked very sexy in the photos he showed me on his phone, tall, husky, furry, and a great smile. He was a bit older and rarely went out. I guess you could say in spite of his handsome looks, he was shy, which made Andy’s biggest turn on a little tough to explore. Andy scooted closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder, pulling me towards him and discreetly whispering. He told me that he was a huge exhibitionist and loved putting on a show with Luke. I nodded and told him that sounded hot. He told me he sometimes invited a guy or two over to watch him fuck Luke in their bedroom. He was hoping to get a chance to fuck Luke in a more public setting sometime. I asked if he’d ever seen Luke take someone else’s cum and he shook his head no. I asked why he was telling me this and he told me he’d heard rumors that I had a wild side. I told him he might be right. I went on to tell Andy that I’d had some fun public times with my former main squeeze. I chuckled to myself as Andy confessed what he thought was so filthy, not knowing the raunchy things I’d done with my boy. I asked if he wanted to know about those kinds of things I had gotten up to with my boyfriend. He eagerly nodded. I told him to get comfortable. Back when I had a steady boyfriend, we’d done our fair share of swapping and hooking up. I told Andy that I used to love sliding into my boy’s ass after he’d just taken someone else’s load. Andy asked for more details. I told Andy about our trip to Spain, where I went bent my boyfriend over in the backroom of a gay bar. The locals and tourists watched me bareback him and jerked off to us fucking. When I finished inside my boy and pulled out with a juicy plop, a stranger walked over and without asking, shot a big juicy load all over my boy’s cum-oozing hole. Some splattered across his smooth cheeks and crack, but some shot directly into his stretched-open hole. It turned us both on, and freaked us both out. Another guy stepped up like he wanted a turn, and my boy stood up and said, ‘all done for tonight,’ and then pulled up his pants. We made a quick exit. How had we gone from being exhibitionists on holiday to him having a stranger spay his cum right onto, and even into, his open hole? When we got back to our hotel, my boy asked what we should do. I suggested I eat his ass and suck as much of that strangers cum off and out of him as possible, then maybe a soothing hot bath. Eating that stranger’s cum, mixed with my own made me so hard. I suggested I fuck him again to see if my dick head could squeegee out his guts. He moaned as I railed his tender hole and filled him up again. I ate that seed up too before we climbed into the tub together. Andy cleared his throat muttering, ‘a stranger’s cum in your boy’s hole, and you ate it…’ I grinned and asked if he wanted me to go on. Andy nodded. To be continued…

I found a versatile guy on an app that was close to me. We chatted and decided that he was horny with a weeks load and wanted a hole to unload in. I told him I was an assup bottom in need. I drove to his place and went to the door. He opened it whearing a white robe and let me in. As soon as the door was closed he grabbed my ass. We talked about it and we wanted to get right to it. He led me to his bed and we stripped. He pushed me flat on my stomach and climbed on, he spread my ass and I felt his Young in my ass. It felt great. He then pushed a lube finger up my ass. The lube he used was cool and it really excited my hole. Next he moved up on me and started pushing his cock up me. I hadn't seen his cock yet, only felt it. He said he was average with a big head and thick base. His head poped in and he pushed in. It felt great, just what I needed. He didn't take long to cum, I felt him throb in my ass. I thought he would pull out and it would be over. He stayed in my telling me how great my ass felt. He was soft after he came but I could swear that I could feel his cock growing. To my surprise he started moving again and in no time he was fucking me again. With his first load in me my hole was really slippery. It was driving me crazy. He climbed higher on me and forced his entire cock up my asx. He was right, his cock wss thick at the base and it was spreading me wide. I am a noisy fuck and this really had me making noise. He said " Oh Yeah" and shoved deep. At that angle he hit bottom between the surprise of getting split and him hitting bottom, my head and shoulder came up off the bed. He shoved my shoulders back down and I felt his cock throbbing again. I hadn't expected a second load and it felt huge. I used my ass muscles to try to milk every drop out and into me. After we were done he said that I should get loaded all the time with a butt like mine. We are going to get together sometime in the future

Not that I disagree with the main point you're making - resolve those consent and limits questions BEFOREHAND - but I do have a quibble, as usual, with the broad brush painting. *Some* tops do exist to cater to bareback bottoms, some *do* like when the bottom takes charge of what happens. You may not be one of them (and in fact, they may not be all that common) but it's always a bad idea, in my book, to prescribe a behavior that one thinks is obligatory for all members of a group - either a group that the person belongs to, or a group that he wants to have sex with.

Part 5 My friend handed the plug with a small shard. I pushed the shard up the kid and then worked the plug in. The kid said it burnt a little . He was well on his way for the next part of his conversion to pig slut I walked around in front of the kid and asked him if we wanted a taste of want was in his ass. He had glassy eyes and managed to say yes. He sniffed my cock like a dog and then started licking it, I was shrinking fast so I pushed it in his mouth, it felt great. He sucked a little on me and I was able so squirt a little chem piss in his moth. He said that it tasted bitted but not bad. All I though is this kid is going to be fun. My friend was checking the kids ass and package and said to got to see this. I went around behind and say the kids ass trying to suck the base of the plug into his ass and below that was a fully had dripping cock. I know the kid had a lot of Tina up his ass and he had a hardon. After he is converted he will definitely be sharing and spreading his DNA. We untied the kid and had him sit in a chair. It was an old fashioned wooden chair, wasn’t real comfortable but with the wood seat it will keep a plug firmly planted in place. He was concerned it was over an di assured him we still have a lot to go as long as he still wanted it. I figured with all drugs in him and the fact he hadn’t cum he would want more. I was right and he laughed ad said “ Bring it on “. We gave the kid some Gatorade to drink. He mentioned it tasted funny. I looked at my friend and he held up a couple fingers indicating just a little. The kid said he was really thirsty and he finished the bottle in no time at all. I told him to go to the bathroom, cleans out if he needed to but if he pissed he had to put it in the empty Gatorade bottle. While he was gone I asked my friend how much and what was in there. He told me less than half a dose of G. It was all he had but the Guys coming were bring supplies and points to use on the Kid. I told him that it looks like we would not be going to the bath tonight. He said that he talked to 3 guys that were coming, might be able to get more. Two of them had nice cocks, probably around 8” or more and both had very HVL. I asked who was the third and he told me Frank. I knew him. We was about 6’, probably weighted no more than 150. Full blown AIDS who’s mission in life was to convert and destroy any asses he could before he died. His cock was about 10”, very thick and he had a PC and a Jacobs ladder. He was always high on something and used Trimix to keep a had on when he played. He was nasty and loved hearing guys scream when he raped them. I was concerned for the kid on this one. The kid came back out with almost a full bottle of deep yellow piss. I told him to take a drink. He looed at me and hesitated and then took a small drink. I asked him how he lied it, he said he didn’t, I told him he will develop a tase for it. I motioned for him lay on the floor, we attached a spreader bar to his ankles, then we put a hoist on the bar that was attached to the ceiling. We lifted the kid upside down until his mouth was about cock height. What we didn’t tell the kid was that both my friend and I filled a bottle with our chem piss. We put a special home made funnel with a flay plug in his ass. At the same time I put a cock strap in his cock and sinched it down, we poured the two bottles of tina piss in the kid, letting gravity pull it deep into his guts, when he started to complain about the pressure I stuffed my cock in hi moth, he instinctively stared to milk and suck my cock. When the bottles were empty we put an expanding plug in his ass. I wanted he piss to stay in for a while. I rubbed his belly some to help with any cramps he might be getting and to get it to go deeper. I asked him if he could feel it and he mumbled yes. I told him only the nastiest worthless fag sluts let piss go in their asses and drink it.

2. Our dinner ended up turning into drinks, which turned into getting home late. Mike was in a wild mood after his day of getting fucked and I was along for the ride. We crashed back into our apartment around three in the morning both drunker than we meant to be. The next morning, I woke up late. I had the day off, and nowhere to be so I just laid in bed, naked, with my morning wood pressing into my sheets, slightly hung over. As I stroked my cock a little I thought about what Mike had said the day before about not getting off any more. It, well, it intrigued me somehow. How could he keep from coming for long periods of time I wondered? As I edged slowly I started to feel that just my own hand around my cock wasn’t what I needed. Hearing Mike get destroyed yesterday had me in a bottoming mood. I needed a hard, raw cock of my own. I got on Scruff and started looking. I felt picky. I wanted someone I wouldn’t normally chat up. Someone a little older than me, beefy, hairy. I wanted a man, a daddy to come take my hole. Then there he was a hot bald guy with a bare broad chest covered in dark hair. He was 56 said his profile, 6’-1” and 210. He was perfect. I didn’t muck around with being coy. I messaged him and told him I thought he was hot. He responded quickly, saying thank you and telling me I was hot too. He asked what I was doing and in response I sent him a picture of me laying in bed, the sheets barely covering my hard cock. Damn boy, you trying to get me hard. Maybe, I replied, and unlocked my album. He responded with his. I was suddenly confronted with a long fat cock in a nest of salt and pepper hair. My cock twitched. I needed him. Fuck Sir! I messaged back You want that hard cock boy? Yes! When are you free? Right now! You want my load? Yes! Please come breed me. I sent him my address, and then he was on his way. I didn’t bother getting dressed. I just pulled on a Bike jock, and waited. It didn’t take him long to buzz my building and then the hot daddy was in my apartment. I greeted him at the door in my jock, he grinned and started to strip off. I had intended to get him into my bedroom but I knew Mike was gone at work till later that evening, so I didn’t stop him. I wanted him so bad that honestly it didn’t matter. This feeling though, wasn’t really anything new, I had been in a horny cock lust before, what was different was the decision I had come to when I saw the man expose his own slightly yellowed jock… I was not going to get off in this encounter; this was about him and my hole, not my cock. “Fucking sexy horny boy,” he said in a seductive low growl. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. I he pressed his bearded face against my lips and I opened my mouth to accept him inside. He kissed me passionately, and I happily accepted him. His hands roamed over my body, pulling at me, and pressing me. He walked me slowly back towards the couch, and eventually knocked me back onto it. He broke our kiss, and I was now eye level with his bulging jock. Without prompting I pulled the pouch to the side and allowed his fat cock to spring aside. It was just as it had been in the pictures. Fat, long, with a broad head, sprouting from a thick mass of salt and pepper pubes, it bobbed in front of my face. I swallowed hard, getting my mouth wet and swallowed half of it in one go. He groaned and put his hands on the back of my head. I pushed forward, opening my throat. I was no stranger to swallowing a thick cock, and I put all my skills into this. Spit was dripping from the corners of my mouth and my chin was slick when he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth and smiled. He looked down at me, my mouth still open, and without warning, spat in my mouth. I swallowed. “Now, ass up boy, I’m going to eat that hole before I breed it” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I flipped over so my back was on the back of the couch and my hole was presented to him. He dove right in. His beard was perfectly rough against my furry cheeks and his wide tongue lapped at my hole. I moaned into the couch cushions as I felt him slowly start to open me up. His tongue applied a steady flick that made my pucker twitch and then flutter open. He dove deeper and deeper with each flick till his tongue was flicking in and out of my hole. He was steadily fucking me with his tongue and I was grunting happily into the couch for God knows how long. I felt like putty in his hands. “Fuck, I could eat your ass all day boy, but we both know that’s not what you need is it?” “No, Sir.” “What do you need boy?” He was now rubbing his fingers against my hole. “I need your cock. I need you to breed me.” “Good answer boy.” Then I felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock against my hole. A big drop of spit fell on my hole and he started to press in. I took a deep breath and pressed out, opening my hole for him. We both groaned as he slid deep inside me. I whimpered, and he started to fuck me. It was exactly the fuck I had needed. Deep and hard, his cock head banged against my prostate over and over and my pussy stretched slowly around his cock. I felt myself growing looser and wetter as he used me. He kept his hands on my hips, holding me into place as he fucked me. Over and over again he slide in and out of me, till sweat sprung up on both of our bodies. We were panting, and he was pounding deeper and deeper. I had started grunting and begging for his load. Then finally he grunted, “I’m going to breed your sweet cunt boy. Take my fucking load.” “God! Yes! Breed me!” I breathed out in ecstasy as I felt load after load of cum spurt into my hole. He collapsed forward, resting on my back. “Flip over boy, lets see that cock shoot.” “No, sir,” I said, “Please. I want this to just be about your load.” “Good boy, that’s fucking hot.” He slowly pulled out. “In that case. I’ll go and leave you to enjoy your cummy hole.” I watched him get dressed, and then before leaving say “Hit me up when you want another load.” When the door closed behind him I breathed heavily for a minute. That had been so hot, and unlike my usual hookups I wasn’t satiated. I was still horny as fuck, and possibly starting to understand what Mike had meant.

I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…

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.

It's all about the fuck for me. There's nothing better than the feeling of a man's hard dick running back and forth along the walls of my fuckhole. It's such a delicious feeling - I've been hooked on it from the very first time I got laid. The load is just a creamy bonus at the end of a satisfying lay.

It varies based on the scenario. If I'm at a bathhouse, bookstore, or otherwise cruising, I'm after quantity - not quality. A top who takes too long to lube my insides with his seed is time I'm not getting the next guy sliding up into me. However, if I'm in a more one-on-one situation? Something a bit more intimate? Or even a group setting where I'm the only bottom but not in a cruising situation? Then I like the top(s) to go the distance, so to speak.

The hotel 10 load visit - load 9 I already had 8 loads in when An anon top XL then sent a message. Asking if he could dump a load. It was arranged and I warned him my cunt was dripping. Thankfully he replied that’s how he likes it. While I was waiting for him to arrive I was messaging a regular who wanted to go last. He was parked outside watching the hotel door. The deal was he wanted to slide in as quickly as possible soon as the other guy had finished and left. Deal! Load 9 must have been close by... a married guy needing to breed a cumslut. He must of been close by as I was back on all fours taking his dick a few minutes later. He gave my cunt a good fucking, making use of the many loads as lube. Total anon with no chat he was in my sloppy cummy cunt. I thought of my regular, waiting in the corridor outside my room while this guy used my cunt. He didn’t last very long and was soon pumping his load, load number 9 inside me. I was now ready for load 10!

I’m not sure what happened there - yes, naturally it wasn’t you I was quoting, but rather the poster to whom you had responded. I must have drawn the quoted matter from the quoted block within your reply - it’s unfortunate that the system appears to forwardly-attribute quoted matter to the quoter. My apologies for the confusion. Something quite similar happened with me just a day or two ago when I found myself assigned someone else’s words.

Damn I’ll have to get out there! Got a big wrecked prolapsed pussy for you

Fskn, the problem I see here is that you're operating under the assumption that the reason a bottom asks the top not to cum inside him is for safety, and that it's not always possible to be 100% safe. But that's not the point. The point is, the bottom is an autonomous, living, breathing person with the right to control his body. If he consents to being fucked with the express understanding that the top will not ejaculate inside, then that's the terms of the deal. Violating that - whether the top is negative or not, whether he "lost control" or not, whether the top is good or evil, is all beside the point. If I tell you you can't cum inside me, and you do, you've violated my consent. Period. With respect to the "physiological reality": a man should know how to recognize his impending orgasm, and be able to stop short of that. If he finds himself unable to stop, that's not a "physiological reality"; that's a "I fucked longer than I should have allowed myself to and ignored the warning signs that I was getting close." And yes, it happens, but the responsibility for that LIES WITH THE TOP. And as I've said a hundred times before: no, a top isn't being forced to pull out. He can pass that particular bottom by, and find one eager to take his load, Bottoms are a dime a dozen and even good, quality ones are pretty easy to find. Now, I do agree that a bottom who waits until the top is just about to cum to demand "pull out, pull out" is unlikely to get the results he wants. But I don't think most of this thread has been about that. From the very first post, this has been about guys who ask UP FRONT for the top not to ejaculate inside, and that very first post was about how the OP gets around that. And top after top on this thread has (fap material or not) talked about how if he gets inside he's going to cum inside regardless of what the bottom wanted. Fuck that.

----- Part 4 ----- I woke up when he got out of bed Saturday morning. I gave him a few minutes and stood up, looking over the bed. There was only a small spot on the sheets and then I looked on the rug next to the bed. A large reddish blob marked the spot I dropped the plug the night before. Chuckling to myself I walked into the bathroom. He was sitting on the toilet, with a dazed look on his face. "How ya feeling, Paul?" I asked. "Fuckin sore. I felt you pump a few loads in me but nothin's coming out" he said. "Three loads. Just like the marks on your back. I guess its time to add some more juice to your cunt, then" I replied. He stood up and I looked in the bowl. A small blob of dark pink ooze was floating around. "Hmm, twelve or thirteen hours since your first load, I guess most of it soaked in. It's a good sign. We can stop now if you want. The bug only took three loads to get me and he didn't even plug me up to keep it all in like I did" I said. There was a grin on my face, but it wasn't one of those happy grins. No, it was a dark, evil grin. One hand pushed the lever on the toilet and I used the other to push Paul toward the shower. The water felt good running over my body and once we had each other soaped up I turned him to the wall and grabbed his hands. My cock grew and stiffened as I stood behind him, holding him there. "Kinda rude shitting out my seed there. I didn't expect you to disrespect me like that" I said into his ear. "I'm sorry" Paul said, apologetically. "Don't let it happen again" I said, humping my now hard cock along his crack. Pressing deeper, a few more tries got the head of my cock to snare on his puffy hole. Paul groaned out as my cock drove into his tortured pussy. The only lube he got was the water showering down from above. He whimpered and writhed as my cock pumped in and out of his ass. "This is why you came here, right?" I snarled into his ear, the thrusts getting harder and harder. Among the gasps he was making he muttered "Yes" before pushing his ass back. I laughed to myself. Whatever dark desire made him want to travel across the country to get infected with an incurable bug by his ex, I wasn't going to question. I might have needed this more than him, since I was now starting to embrace my new status. Soon, I was pounding his ass and enjoying every moment. We used to fuck in the shower occasionally, but our roles were reversed then. My grunts got louder than his and then I began flooding his guts again with my seed. We finished the shower and I smiled as I watched him quickly towel off and head towards my bedroom with his ass clenched tight. I gave him a minute and strolled back into the bedroom and tossing on some basketball shorts. The plug was missing from the nightstand and only a small wet spot remained in it's place. I made some breakfast and we sat down in the living room. We talked for a while, catching up on each other's lives since graduation. "I never realized you liked to fuck so much. I know you did a few guys in college, but damn, you're a good top" Paul said. "More than a few. But, you made it pretty clear when we met that you didn't get fucked. I think you let me try once and shut me down after about ten minutes. It didn't matter since I loved getting fucked by you. When I felt like fucking a guy, I'd hunt down one of the thousands of bottoms around campus." Chuckling, I said "I guess your attitude about bottoming hasn't changed much" I replied. Paul looked embarrassed. "Do I suck that bad as a bottom?" he asked a minute later. I didn't want to burst his bubble, but we'd known each other too long to sugar coat it. "Let's just say it's pretty obvious you don't get fucked much" I replied with a grin. Paul nodded sheepishly. "It's not a problem, Paul. Just realize that there are a lot of bottoms out there and some are much better than you. Just do what you enjoy" I said, adding a moment later "But you're still my bottom bitch for the next day." We ended up back in bed a short while later. It was close to the sex we used to have, except I was the top. There was lots of body contact, rubbing, licking and biting. He got drilled on his back, bent over the side of the bed, on all fours, flat on his stomach and against the wall. We went so long I got exhausted and we rolled around groping, sucking and kissing just to give myself a chance to recover. I got him painfully close to shooting his load down my throat but I left him blue balled and dumped my load in his hungry ass instead. My cock was his butt plug for the next hour while we slept again. My stamina wasn't what it used to be and I was sure it was from the new intruder that was attacking my body from within. When I woke, my cock was hard again and I wasn't going to let it go to waste. Paul's nap was rudely ended by my thrusting hips. Unlike our earlier hour and a half fuck fest, I was pumping my third load of the day into his ass only ten minutes later. I added the missing tally marks on his shoulder and grinned. This time, I stuffed the plug back into his weary hole before falling back to sleep. When I woke up a while later, Paul was leaning back on a few pillows surfing on his phone. "Hey sleepyhead. Got any plans for dinner?" he asked. "Not really, I was just going to order a pizza. Why? Are you going to take me out for nice romantic dinner?" I asked, with a big grin. "I doubt I could walk far with this plug up my ass" he said, wiggling his butt on the bed. The expression on his face told me he was still sore and regretted the movement immediately. "Pizza it is. I know a great place that delivers. Whatcha surfing for? A better top?" I asked. "Not hardly. I'm not sure how much more I can take, though. I was looking on a few sites for guys for you. How much longer before you start meds?" he asked. My face twisted and I gave him that "WTF" look. "I dunno, they haven't prescribed anything yet. My next appointment is Wednesday" I replied. "Mmm, cool. Even after you start you won't be undetectable for a while. Here, take a look" Paul said, turning his phone toward me. It was a list of guys on the site that were all in my city. The profile headlines were things like "No loadz refuzed", "+a+", "toxic only" or "needz gifts." "You're fuckin nuts. The only reason we're fucking before I'm undetectable is because it's you. No way I would fuck any other neg guy just to infect him" I said, shaking my head. He had flipped over to another site and came up with another list of guys he was showing me. "See? 23 guys looking for poz loads. A shitload more if you look for the 'dont care' guys. What's the harm in giving guys what they're looking for. Some will probably never actually meet, but some will. You can make those guys really happy" Paul said, looking at me completely serious. A few seconds later he added "I'll send you these links. Create a profile and take a look. Check out the hookup apps too, plenty of chasers there too." Seconds later I got a few texts from Paul and as bad of an idea as I thought it was, he had me creating a profile on one of the sites. He even got me hard and we added a shot of my stiff cock in his abused hole. Five minutes after creating it I already had four guys begging me to breed them. I shook my head again and logged off. "Not sure I can do that" I said. It was almost eight and I heard my stomach growl. My phone was still in my hand, so I opened up the pizza place's site. A brief discussion about toppings and the pie was ordered. "Wonder who's going to deliver tonight?" I said. Paul chuckled. "Why? Do you know them all intimately?" he asked.

Nico heard the door knob jiggle and the front door swing open. He's home, he thought. Jumping onto the bed, Nico was almost entirely naked except for the bright orange, knee-high socks he was wearing. He positioned himself on all fours with his hole facing the bedroom door. "Babe?," Omar called from the living room. "I'm in the bedroom," Nico replied. Nico heard Omar set his keys down and walk toward the bedroom. "You slut," Omar laughed. "Care for a ride, stranger?", Nico retorted as he wagged his ass back and forth a few times. And what a perfect ass it was. On their first date, Omar had joked about Nico's ass "defying gravity." Nico then heard Omar walk into the room and unzip his pants. "How was work?" Nico asked as he arched his back, revealing the muscular dimples where his spine met his pelvis and all but advertising that he wasn't actually listening for an answer. Omar, ignoring Nico's question, placed one hand on Nico's ass. "Such a fucking hot dancer's butt you got, boy," Omar admired as he ran his left hand around the gorgeous muscular spheres, making swooping figure-eights on Nico's plump fuck cushions. "It's going to be nice watching this hot ass catch the attention of all your friend's dads at graduation." Omar loved parading his young, hot boyfriend in front of other thirsty men. Nico could hear Omar reaching into his underwear to fondle his meaty dick. "Mmmmm, is daddy getting his thick cock ready to plow open some twink hole?," Nico purred. The age gap between Nico and Omar was always a huge turn-on for them both, with Nico's 18-year-old boyishness making Omar's 36-year-old manliness stand out all the more whenever the two were out in public together. Omar, again ignoring Nico's question, landed a swift strike to Nico's butt cheek with an open palm, letting out a crisp snap. "Fuck!" Nico responded, almost whispering -- quieter than seemed proportionate with the striking his jock ass had just received. "No more questions, slut," Omar muttered as he began pressing his raw mushroom head into Nico's supple, pink hole. Omar had been calling Nico a slut since the first time Omar stuck his bare cock in his sexy little twink boy on their first date. Omar knew he'd found his new boyfriend the second Nico led him into that bathroom stall at the restaurant where they first met and let Omar stuff him full of man-seed before dessert had even been served. Not only that, Nico had never even so much as broached the subject of condoms with Omar before guiding Omar's girthy, engorged cock into his young rectum and absorbing Omar's throbbing fuckstick into him with ease. "What a fucking slut," Omar remembers muttering after unloading that first thick ropey load of DNA is this sexually precocious high school senior. It was a huge turn on for Omar that Nico hadn't even so much as asked about STDs. The little slut had no idea what kind of load he was taking and didn't seem to care. "Jesus Christ, daddy, pork me all ready," Nico entreatied as his craving for Omar's raw cock hijacked Nico's patience. Still dutifully on all fours, Nico arched his back again revealing the sculpted, lean musculature of his lower back. Omar spat on his cockhead and swirled his dick around Nico's fresh, pink hole before thrusting his pelvis forward and plunging his cock into Nico's not-quite-ready-for-it rectum. "Ow, fuck! Daddy, that hurt!" Nico let out. Omar felt his loins burn with desire at hearing his boy toy cry out in pain from an unnecessarily forceful penetration. Omar had his raw, barely lubed cock already pressing at the entrance to Nico's second hole. Nico winced with pain. "You want me to stop, baby boy?," Omar asked tenderly. "Maybe just for a second, daddy," Nico replied. "Of course, slut," Omar replied while starting to slowly pull his raw dick out. Just as his cock head was beginning to crest at the lip of Nico's hole, Omar reversed course and slammed his raw dick right back into the twink's hole without warning. "God, fuck!" Nico let out, wincing. "Tell me you want me to stop, slut," Omar barked dryly as he relished Nico's warm, tight hole. "Omar, please stop," Nico said, dropping the nicknames and taking on a more serious tone. Omar knew Nico wasn't just playing, but Omar's cock was not leaving that boy's hole. Omar slowed his thrusts but never stopped his slow-fucking. "Omar, come on," Nico insisted. Omar's thrusts picked up pace as he began plunging his shaft faster and faster into Nico. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered. His tender hole was starting to burn from the lack of lubrication. Nico tried pulling his hips forward to get Omar's cock out of him, but as soon as Omar felt Nico trying to wiggle free, he grabbed Nico's hips and pulled the twink forcefully back onto his rock-hard cock. Nico cried out again. "Fucking take that dick, boy," Omar grunted, adding, "It's not my fault you made me do this to you." Nico gave up resisting and resigned himself to being fucked against his will knowing that Omar could not resist fucking Nico's brains out once he had his raw cock inside the twink. Nico relaxed his hole, hoping that would provide some relief from the pain of his boyfriend's raw cock tearing him open. "Apologize to me for making me do this to you, fucking slut," Omar said with a hint of disdain. "I'm sorry," Nico obliged. "You're what, you little whore?" "I'm sorry for making you do this to me, daddy." "That's right slut." Omar's cock thrusts were picking up pace, as he took advantage of his warm flesh-sleeve of a boyfriend. Omar reached around and clasped his enormous hands around Nico's throat and slowly began to apply pressure. Nico felt his airway closing under the force of Omar's grip. Omar was not piston fucking Nico at full speed. Omar's grip got tighter. It was getting to be almost impossible for Nico to breath. Nico started seeing stars. "Oh fuck yeah, slut," Omar uttered hungrily. "I'm going to fuckin choke you out while I rape you, you dumb fucking slut." Omar started grunting as he felt his balls swelling in anticipation. Omar's cock shot out a thick wad of sperm into Nico's now-compliant hole. Nico felt Omar's cock twitch inside him as he unloaded inside Nico. "Fucking whore," Omar said as he dismounted, finally releasing Nico's neck. Nico fell to the bed gulping air back into his lungs as Omar's cum sloshed around inside him. Nico gathered himself back up. "Daddy?" He said raspily, sounding upset. "Yeah?" "I'm so sorry, daddy."

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

Sometimes I think long and hard about why I'm so drawn to men and specifically, to cock. What actually is a cock worshipper? I think there's a difference between sucking dick and worshipping cock. To me, being a cock worshipper is basically like being a cock enthusiast. A cock worshipper loves cock in the same way another guy might love other interests like cars, sport, watches, or women. They're just really into the details of it; the way the head feels in their mouth, the way the shaft throbs, the sack of balls hanging there that need to be sucked and licked with care. The different types of cock, the different tastes of sperm, the different things guys like done to their cocks... But ultimately, what a cock worshipper really is in love with, is making men cum. It's maybe their favorite thing in life, and the best cock worshippers know that this is a big part of their life's purpose. A man cumming is abstract; it's a feeling, a place in time, a fleeting moment that is here then gone. It's an experience of the best pleasure we can feel as men. Cock worshippers are addicted to this feeling. A normal straight man loves this experience through their own cock, but a cock worshipper loves it so much that they lust to experience it through other men as well. They simply love the act of men cumming. A man's desire to worship cock is because of these reasons. Cock is the tool, the gateway to making a man cum. The shaft, the sensitive head, the balls, all of it was designed for the sole purpose of cumming. A cock worshipper loves penis, loves balls, loves the sight of them, loves how it feels, loves how it tastes in their mouth. They love how the shaft twitches, loves how the balls tighten up when he's close. They love cock and love doing things to cock because cock is the key to making a man cum. It's the tool to activating that event, to bringing those feelings of pleasure into existence. If making men cum is their purpose, then worshipping penis at the highest level is showing their love and dedication to their purpose. A cock worshipper loves sperm. Sperm is like a receipt. it's the evidence that a man is cumming, it appears only after the cock worshipper has done their job and used this cock to make this man cum. All of the energy and attention he put into the cock gives it back to him. He is rewarded with the spiritual accomplishment of making a man cum, and the sperm is the scientific evidence, the physical proof that this spiritual moment was achieved. There's no question then that a true cock worshipper loves sperm just as much as they love cock. They want to experience men cumming at the highest level, and there's really no higher level than tasting and eating the sperm while he's cumming. The next time you are getting cum shot in your mouth, think about the fact that you only get to experience this act, to taste this flavor, at the same time that a man is cumming and lost in pleasure. That load represents pleasure, love, making someone else feel good, which makes you feel good. This is what cock worshippers value the most in the world.

Me too!

Well, I had to wait to reply - busy day around here, and I tend to get a bit down-in-the-weeds sometimes 🙄 We, as citizens of this country, need to have some measure of trust in our government on certain issues. One of these would be on issues of health, wellness, etc. While there are crackers in government, there seem to be fewer in the various health-care arms of our current administration. That said ..... In the Congress, we need some major reform. Being elected to the House or Senate should not be someone's ticket to vast wealth. There have been hues and cries over the years, and they are completely valid. Given all the other messes we're dealing with currently, the issue of Congresspersons on-the-take, whether from lobbyists, political organizations, whatever, needs to be reconstructed. The days of Jimmy Stewart in Washington are long, long gone. Once Voting Rights are secure, bills to care for the least of these among us (not quite a direct quote) are passed, the SCOTUS pigpen is cleaned up, and the really crucial issues to our Republic are addressed, we should turn to: 1) Term limits, 2) Financial issues pertaining to Congresspersons, NGO's contributions (i.e. bribes) to Congresspersons - both Republikan*, Democratic or Independent. Progressive or Liberal. Whatever the label, if they're "serving" us in Congress (as opposed to serving themselves trainloads of cash), then that's what they should be compelled by Law to do. Apparently, greed has become the norm in Washington, particularly when Congresspersons can run again and again for literally decades. The issue of jerrymandering is related, but probably not germane to this topic. Having been politically active in City of Chicago politics for a number of years, I know first-hand how much that reform needs to happen. In essence, I'm endorsing a national re-assessment of our Government, and I am about as far from endorsing conservatism as one could get. After 200+ years, that's not so unimaginable. I see the Constitution as a crucial document of great importance, since our Government is based on the precepts laid down within it. That doesn't mean it should never be updated, obviously. Glaringly, the 2nd Amendment needs major surgery, but there's plenty of updating needed throughout. It will take sincere, honest discourse amongst the citizens of our country to start righting these wrongs, which seems impossible these days. How we do it, I don't have a road-map. But, it's up to each of us to do what we can. I think the "medical" area of the Government has become too large, too unwieldly to act judiciously. There are too many people on the take from Big Pharma to effect fundamental change in focus. One thing about bureaucracies is, they tend to get fat and lazy, issuing "guide lines" to more bureaucrats on lower levels - in our case, State Governements - and assume they will be followed. Yet another layer of molasses to grind through. Another thing about these collections of civil "servants" is, they tend to develop into a "take care of myself first, then the rest of the citizenry" mindset. I'm not saying all the people working for Government are corrupt - far from it. It's more like a creeping, gradual drift. Which is why we need a more holistic approach to reforming these institutions of Government. However well meaning, these outfits are not equipped to do it themselves. Thus, it it's to be done, it must be via the electoral process, starting at the local community level, proceeding through the ranks of calcification to the Federal Government. Some today think that armed revolt (called for yesterday by Cheeto-Head - he of that ridiculous pompadour - I could go on and on, but that's for a different place - and that would wind up with tragic consequences. Somehow though, the health-care arm of the Government simply must be reformed to include the welfare of every damn person on this continent. Every single one. Regardless of race, creed, origin, who they fuck and how often, on and on. There's no quick fix here; things have been oozing along for so many years it will take a general "shake-up" to bring these much and sorely needed reforms. I wonder if it's already too late. But I'm an optimist - a fool, maybe, but I actually believe we can right these wrongs together - as an educated citizenry. Well, I'm sorry to say that at present, we have to assess for ourselves how factual the information we get actually is. Frankly, I do trust in information from the CDC regarding covid - however lugubrious their testing regimens are. I don't think some of the arms of Government are quite as fucked up as some others, and they're the doctors, not me. So, I do what Fauci tells me to do. I have to place at least some trust in our Government. When we press our concerns/issues firmly and consistently, together as one, we will get some of these folks attention. As far as I'm concerned, we could start pressing Congress to announce that there was no 45th President of the United States. *intentional

There is almost nothing like the feel of a hard throbbing manhood entering my ripe little pussy. From the first waking moment until the last thing at night its almost all I crave is to feel a man's dick opening me, filling me and making me quiver with his every thrust. But the only thing better is the climax - the ultimate rush of knowing that my pussy helped make a man cum - lose control - and surrender his seed into my hole. I feel totally complete when I feel a man unload into me and grab me as he delivers every drop he can inside me.

Obviously. The root of the question though, is when the Top is made aware. We are men who need sex with other men, we have what some other men need, and they have what we need. The problem is, "consent" or "non-consent" to fill the guy up should (or I would even say "must") come before the fuck (preferably), or shortly after it commences. If a bottom says "gimme the load" and then waits until the very last instant before he gets it, and suddenly says "no - I didn't mean it - I don't want the load - pull out" then I find that an abrogation of the limits first agreed upon. Bareback Tops don't exist to cater to bareback bottoms that think they can run the scene, alter the terms from second-to-second. That's irresponsible, manipulative, and anything but fair. Bottoms that try a maneuver like that are more into trying to "Top-from-the-bottom" than a sexual exchange. Bottoms are only 1/2 of the breeding calculus - and trying to co-opt the Top's half is unacceptable. To be clear: When in a 1-1 situation, I ask where he wants the load before I shove it to him. Then, when I'm razor-edge close, I tell him something like "now it's time to Breed" ..." or "now I'm gonna make you one of my boys" ... or something like that. He's already had chances to decide, and when it's too late to alter the impending event, it's just too damn late. Obviously, in the fuckjoints, this subject wouldn't even rise to the level of discussing the weather ... let alone anything else for that matter.

Both - as long as I get the load I’m happy but I do love a long hard fuck to go with it! It’s like a 99 ice cream - I like the ice cream and the cone but I always want the flake on top!

Great topic! If I get slammed I am instantly a cum dump! As soon as the rush hits all I NEED is to get fucked and filled with cum. One party I got slammed and there was at least 6 guys in line to fuck me! It was so hot!!

The original question was descriptive: "Do you still cum in a bottom who asks you to pull out?" Wouldn't it make sense for people who like debating ethics, law, rape and so on to start a separate, normative thread? I feel as if I were reading Anita Bryant's newsletter! I reject: 1. The assumption that cumming inside a bottom necessarily carries a health risk. Come on, we are barebackers! If any group of people is informed about, and attends to, sexual health, it is us. I don't go around willfully nutting without consent inside bareback bottoms, but if ever I did lose control and fail to pull out in such a case, I would definitely not be exposing the person to HIV. I've been using Truvada for PrEP since 2013 and take it daily, without fail. Similarly, the majority of Poz tops are on ART and have an undetectable viral load; empirical research established long ago that undetectable = untransmissible. My exposing the bottom to an STI (beyond the baseline risk from skin-to-skin contact and fluid exchange before ejaculation) is highly unlikely. I have had all available STI vaccinations and I get tested every month for other common STIs, so the number of days that I might have an undiagnosed STI is small. Why do bareback enthusiasts repeat (and thereby, amplify) the false assumptions of heteros? Maybe some harms do result from an unwanted insemination, but with responsible bareback tops, health harms do not. Once we ditch the shame and grant our own community credit for decades of sexual health activism and practice, the stakes in this debate become much smaller. 2. Denial of physiological reality re: ejaculation timing. Yes, consent can be withdrawn, but the top's body operates under physiological limits. Orgasm and ejaculation are processes with a long build-up but a very quick end. If you cancel an Amazon order immediately after placing it, the cancellation always succeeds. If you wait until Amazon is "Preparing for shipping", you get a warning that the cancellation might or might not succeed. After the build-up, ejaculation is on a hair-trigger. Bottoms who withdraw consent will get better results if they do so early. It's stupid to stake this debate on the fact that consent can be withdrawn at any time. Yes, a bottom can withdraw consent at any time, but no, it might be too late for the top to delay ejaculation and pull out. 3. The innocent, hapless bottom versus evil, wanton top dichotomy. Unforeseen events are possible in sex as in any other activity. PrEP, and vaccinations against HPV, Hepatitis A, and Hepatitis B, have been available for years. If commentators held bottoms to the same standards of responsibility as tops, the stakes in the debate would be further reduced. Again, maybe some harms do result from an unwanted insemination, but with responsible bareback bottoms, health harms do not.

Finally shaved and dressed up for the first time since the pandemic started! My shirt skirt and nylons sure felt good but I have to lose weight again!! Went to the x theater and got 3 great loads in my too tight from lack of use boi pussy

Nobody wants to be seen with trash, but everyone wants to fuck trash

I don't, I love casual fucks but believe we should have respect for each other. I never cum in a guy without letting them know I'm getting close and giving them the opportunity to get me to pull out if they want. While I no longer have to worry about it, and have been taking bare cock pretty much indiscriminately, I still prefer a guy let me know and make the decision when I'm bottoming.

Perhaps the benefit of years, but I am content to be who I am in the body I have. My attractions are strongly towards male and male energy (and body parts). My throat and ass make perfectly fine places for a guy to sitck his cock; as long as it isn't wrapped. 😀

Maybe, just maybe, you should speak for yourself and not for "we" anybody.

I was out for a all-day ride. Needing a break I decided to stop in an Adult Book Store I had been in a few time before. Pulling into the parking lot I saw a number of cars. While the booths did not have any glory-holes, they were quite large, easily holding 2 with plenty of room. As I walked through the store into the booth area, I saw a number of guys who appeared to be cruising. As I entered the back I caught the eye of one guy who was hot. A little over 6' and muscular, wearing a tank-top and jeans. As the booth area was a little stuffy, he had a little sheen of sweat. I nodded at him and he joined me in the booth. As he closed the door he pulled me close and we kissed. I felt his tongue caress my lips. As I opened my mouth I felt him pull me tight as his tongue pushed pass my lips and began probing my mouth. I could feel his cock pressing against me. I reached for his cock but hem pulled back, keeping out mouths together. He broke the kiss and began to nibble my neck. I started to kiss his neck and tasted his sweat and started to lick his neck and shoulder. Then I felt his tongue in my ear and he started to rub my chest. When he found a nipple he began to rub it so hard it was beginning to hurt. It felt so great. My body took over and a moan escaped from my lips. As he started to pinch my nipple he kissed me again, this time his tongue darting in and out. I was melting. It wasn't long before I would have done anything, I was so hot. Somehow, the next I knew he had removed my shirt and I was helping him unfasten my pants. My pants down I tried reaching for his cock again but he stopped me. I then felt his tongue teasing my nipple as his hand moved down my cock. He teased my balls as he bit my nipple and pulled it out. As he started sucking my nipple I felt his fingers tease my ass, touching the hole but not entering. He pushed me back so I was sitting on the edge of the bench then knelt between my legs. He continued teasing my nipples with one hand and the other to tease my ass. Then I felt his tongue licking and caressing my cock. My mouth was screaming for something so I started sucking my fingers, forcing them in as far as I could. As he took my cock into his mouth he rammed two fingers into my ass. How wonderful it felt, I was ready to cum. He moved his hand from my nipple to my mouth. Feeling my hand there he pulled my hand from my mouth and pushed his fingers into it. I was going crazy, my mouth and ass being finger-fucked as he sucked my cock. I started to pinch and pull my nipples, wishing for a real cock in me. Just as I was ready to cum, he stopped! Everything, sucking and finger fucking me. After waiting what seemed forever, he kissed my nipples then started finger fucking my mouth and ass while sucking me. By this time I was so hot. My need for a cock in me was so great I would have done anything for one. It was not long before I felt an orgasm approaching. And, again, he stopped. I was so delirious I couldn't move. I begged for his cock. He answered, telling me soon, then started working me again. But, suddenly, I felt a cock by my mouth. As he fingers left my mouth I took the cock between my lips. As my mouth closed around it I felt how massive it was. It was huge! Before I could relax, it was rammed deep into my mouth. Almost heaven! Now, if I could only get a cock in my ass….. Well, I kept the cock in my mouth, enjoying everything. All too soon the cock exploded cum in my mouth. I tried swallowing as much as I could but there was soon much. I kept sucking and, when the cock was limp. It was pulled from my mouth. My own orgasm neared and I expected my partner to be stopping soon. And, he did. By now I felt hat if he just licked my cock I would cum. I reached for my cock, wanting to cum so badly, but he stopped me. Then I heard him ask if I wanted to cum or be fucked. I begged him to fuck me, knowing that I would cum while he was fucking me. He smiled and kissed me. Then, to my surprise, he wrapped a leather strap around the base of my cock, tight enough to prevent me from cumming! He then grabbed me by my nipples and had me stand. Still pulling my nipples he kissed me then had me kneel before him. I helped him unfasten his pants, releasing his hard cock. I quickly took it in my mouth, covering it with spit. As he work his cock in and out of my mouth I realized that it was large, both in length and girth. I was having a difficult time taking it in my mouth. I knew when he rammed it into me it would stretch me like I have never been before. He took his cock from my mouth and stepped behind me. As he knelt at my ass I could see that the door to the booth was open and a group of guys were watching us. This only made me hotter and I hoped that someone would let me suck them while I was being fucked. Realizing that there was not enough room in the booth I quickly moved so my head would be in the door-way. As I felt the head of the cock pressing against my ass I was asking for a cock to suck. Then the cock entered my ass. He pushed it in so slowly, very slowly. I tried going backwards, speeding the entry of the cock into my ass but was stopped. This was driving me crazy! After what seemed to be forever I felt the cock deep in me then slowly begin to withdraw. I was begging for more and harder but he just kept moving it slowly. My pleas for more were stopped by a cock being put into my mouth. Hungry for it, I started sucking, tasting its pre-cum. I was almost in heaven, having a cock in my mouth and ass at the same time. I could hear them kissing as they used me but that only made me want more. When I felt the cock in my mouth begin to cum I started swallowing as fast as I could. Then I felt cum filling my ass. How I wanted even more. Both cock limp, they withdrew from my mouth and ass and I heard myself begging for more. The guys who had been watching us were standing with their cocks in their hands and I could tell they were close to cumming. Hoping for more I started to move to them when one shot his load, covering my face. The others soon followed and I was trying to catch the cum with my mouth. Finished, they put their cocks into their pants and left me covered with cum. I started to wipe the cum up with my fingers then suck my finger clean when I heard a voice behind me. I had forgotten about him! He told me not to clean-up but to come to his house for some more fun. Agreeing, I grabbed my clothes and followed him out.

As a top I wouldn’t be interested , fucking and loading as ass is where it’s at

Really, guys - this is the health forum, not "Look what a kinky slutty whore i am" forum. Seems to me asking about health related questions for A2M is pretty far removed from everyone throwing in his two cents about how much you love this act. There are entire topics where you can brag about what you like to do with a partner - and an entire freaking forum for you bi guys to brag about what you do with your girlfriend (who we totally wouldn't know because she's from.... um... Canada, yeah, that's it). Can we please not turn this into "See what a trashy slut i am? Part Infinity"?

For what it's worth: I personally go around and around with this one, unable to settle on a "this path is best" course in either direction. On the plus side: getting more people onto PrEP has proven to be a good thing, and infection rates in some populations have decreased sharply in recent years. That's great, and it suggests that getting even more people onto PrEP - in other words, reducing the barriers to both going on PrEP in the first place, and staying on it - would be a good thing too. But on the minus side: we know that in many vulnerable populations, taking medications regularly is an issue. We already see this with HIV *treatment*, where even one pill a day, when freely provided, is something that some populations can't manage. Granted, most of these are both (permanently or intermittently) homeless and (frequently) have some form of mental illness - which are separate issues that require intervention. But not all people who have trouble adhering to a treatment regimen fit those categories; and moreover, some not insignificant portion of the communities we're trying to reach with PrEP ARE in those categories. And the "tag along" problem that happens in these cases is drug-resistant HIV, which is at present a very small problem, but one which has the potential to become much worse. We have a number of diseases already floating out there which have variants that fail to respond to almost all treatments. The last thing we need is for a PrEP resistant strain of HIV to take hold in a particularly sexually active community. Really, there are at least three major groups that are currently "underserved" that have very little overlap. The first would be those I mentioned above - people without steady housing or employment and the mentally ill. The second would be young people on their parents' insurance who don't want the parents to know they're being tested for STI's and getting PrEP. The third is the poor population in states without expanded Medicaid who fall into the gap below qualifying for ACA subsidized insurance. There may be other groups I'm leaving out, and that's not deliberate, but these illustrate the differences we'd need in approaches to solving the issue for each. For the first group, it's a balancing act for preventing infection vs. preventing drug-resistant strains from developing and spreading. In the long run, the solutions there will likely be long-acting injections for PrEP, ideally ones that can be overlapped (so that you get them in every month for a booster, but if they are 3 weeks late, or miss a month, they're still protected). For the second group, it probably would require legislation separating dependents from their parents in terms of insurance information access - something unlikely to happen. If a covered dependent over the age of majority were allowed to opt to keep certain information private, from their parents, on insurance records, a young person might feel confident going to a doctor and getting PrEP (or birth control, for that matter). Since the insurer can't charge a copay or anything else for these services, in an ideal world only the patient would actually know what services were received. I'm sure right-wing parents would scream bloody murder, though, and I doubt you could get legislation protecting this information passed. For the third group, I'm not sure what to do. These are people who presumably wouldn't have a problem getting the tests and taking the medication, but without insurance, there's nobody paying for it. Maybe an expansion of Ryan White funding could fill in the gap in those 13 states, only for PrEP (and again, birth control for that matter), such that this one aspect of health care was actually universal. But that, of course, means more funding, and since it's directed at the states which were obstinate about expanding Medicaid, there might be pushback from states that did and chose to bear that 10% cost themselves.

** So one event in the following chapter actually happened. The part about the soldier who got booted. That was what happened to my now husband, and it affected him for 20 years until he reconnected with the guys from his unit on Facebook. All that time he was ashamed, and thought all his brothers thought of him as a dirty faggot that didn’t belong with them, only to find out they all loved him and never stopped thinking of him as a brother. They told him that when they found out what the asshole had done to him, they made his life a living hell until command had no choice but to PCS him elsewhere. Many of them had been on the receiving end of my husband’s back rubs, and they weren’t bothered in the least by the news he was gay. My husband’s confidence soared, and it changed him. That’s the power of brotherhood. At the post cafeteria Sleeper, Zeus and I grabbed some food. Zeus of course getting a few stares, from women and men. He was oblivious. Sleeper got a couple. Me, nothing. Not next to those two. I was lucky if they even recognized there was another soldier with them. We sat down at a table away from anyone else. I just came out and asked, keeping my voice low. “Zeus, are you gay?” The big beast looked at me, his stony face unreadable. Then he looked at Sleeper. Still nothing. “Bro, we don’t care if you are.” Sleeper told him. “You’re cool with us. We just need to know, to protect you.” Zeus looked around, gauging who might be nearby. “Yes. I just think about guys, all the time. I can’t stop. ” He said in that deep voice. “And Sleeper. I think about Sleeper a lot. You guys don’t hate me, do you?” It was funny the way he said it, you couldn’t tell if he was worried, or afraid, or doing his laundry. It sounded like he was describing how he made his bed in the morning. Casual tone, inflection. I knew from my time with Kevin that gay dudes could be masculine, real men rather than effeminate sissies like most people thought. And you could count on Zeus to put it bluntly. Zeus didn’t equivocate. He came right out and spoke his mind. I let Sleeper go first. Knowing Zeus was crushing on him meant Sleeper’s response was way more important to Zeus than mine would be. Besides, I’d already kinda told him I didn’t care last week when we had our first talk. “Bro, it’s cool.” Sleeper began. “We love you.” Zeus’ facade crumbled just a touch. “You gotta keep it cool though. No doing what you did today in my bunk. You know they’ll boot you if it gets around.” I was glad that even without talking about it, Sleeper and I were on the same page. Man, I loved my dude. “And if you do want to touch my ass, or anyone else’s, it’s gotta be a game, like what Troll did. But stay away from Puta. Don’t know how he’d take it.” I continued, “And we have to keep the Bravo Brotherhood out of trouble. El Tee doesn’t want any more bad behavior out of us. Zero. We’ve fucked up too many times.” I explained. “No one should know about this, about you. So don’t go around grabbing the guys. Probably best you don’t do any of that. If someone takes offense, it’ll get bad. I heard about a guy on base who gave out too many back rubs. One of the guys he massaged claimed sexual assault. The guy was gone the same day. His unit came back from class and he was cleared out. When they found out what happened they gave the accuser hell until he was transferred out. It didn’t matter they all liked the guy who’d been booted, or whether it was true. They never even got the chance to stick up for him, he was just gone from a single accusation. We don’t want to lose you like that, buddy.” Zeus gave me a look. “What about Wanker?” “Nah, Wanker has bigger problems, trust me. I can’t betray his confidence, but I’ll tell you as far as he’s concerned you were doing HIM a favor.” I answered. “Wanker doesn’t know or think you’re gay. I didn’t tell him anything.” “Wait, what?” My pale muscle buddy cried out, around a mouthful of hamburger. “What about Wanker?” I looked at Zeus, shrugged. “It’s up to you. But I’d tell him. You can trust Sleeper.” Sleeper looked from Zeus, to me, then back to Zeus. “I had sex with Wanker last Saturday.” Zeus said. Again, just picking up the mail. Starting a car. Brushing his teeth. Same tone of voice. I had to learn that skill. You can’t read someone that spoke like that. Plus, it really throws people off to just blurt things out. Sleeper choked a little on his most recent bite. “Excuse me? I think I need a little more info than that, bro.” I liked that he was calling Zeus his bro, now. “Assmunch told me Wanker had a problem, asked me to get him sorted.” Sleeper explained. Sleeper looked at me. “That was your ‘project’ last Saturday before we -“ he caught himself just in time. “Did you fuck Wanker too? Is that why Zeus was guarding the hallway?” he spat out. “ I can tell if you lie to me. You better not lie to me, asshole.” Sleeper looked angry. Shit, this was getting out of my control. I tilted my head back to look at the ceiling and gather my thoughts. “No, buddy, that’s why I sent Zeus in, I wasn’t gonna do it. Didn’t want to do it. And I kinda figured out Zeus needed a little something himself. I was trying to solve everyone’s problems.” I sighed. “You’re fucking DAMN lucky you didn’t, dude. I’ll beat your ass.” Sleeper growled. The threat was real. I saw it in his eyes. Oh. Fuck me. What was that about? “Before you and Assmunch what, Sleeper?” Zeus asked. I cringed. Zeus just throwing shit out there like people casually talked about butt fucking and ass sucking while eating in a cafeteria. In an Army cafeteria. “Huh? Nothing Zeus.” Sleeper dodged, taking his last bite of his second hamburger. “Sounds like—-“ fuck, don’t say it Zeus, leave it. “Like you and Andrew had sex too.” He finished. Zeus already knew about how I tongue polished Sleeper’s crack, and the handjob I got in return. But this question implied he figured out more had gone down last week. He said it out loud. I loved Zeus, but wished for the days he barely spoke. Right out there. ‘I’m going to brush my teeth’ ‘we need resupply.’ ‘You’re fucking your best friend’. I wanted to die. Why was this my life? Fucking bloody rotten hell. I put my head in my hands, waiting for Sleeper to explode. And nothing. Everything became eerily still. No movement, no words. That couldn’t be good. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, steeling myself for the worst. I looked up. Sleeper was just staring at Zeus. Zeus was staring back like he hadn’t said anything wrong. A long, uncomfortable staring. While I willed myself to die. Dying a coward seemed just perfect right about now. I could be buried and on my way to Hell without dealing with this shit show. A full minute passed. Could I make it to Hell in a minute or less? I so wanted to try. Sleeper looked at me. I know I was all shades of red. Then back at Zeus. This could only go one way, and Sleeper was already pissed off about Operation Rebuild Wanker’s Ruined Dirty Donut. Sleeper’s face was blank, unreadable. He was barely breathing. Then my best friend seemed to reach a decision, he finally blinked, picking up a couple French fries from his plate. “Yep”. Was all he said, dipping his fries in ketchup before shoving them in his mouth. “Fuck, Sleeper! Dude!!” I said. “What? It’s Zeus. He’s gay, he gets it. Right bro?” Sleeper shrugged at Zeus, who was grinning. I guess he had a point. And then fuckin’ puppy dog pajamas Zeus appeared. “Are you guys gay too? Did you ask me if I was gay because you want to have sex? I want to have sex with you, especially Sleeper. Putting it in Wanker was okay, but I really like you guys. It would be more fun with you. I like sex now. I never had sex before I put my penis in Wanker, but it was really fun, just like you said, Assmunch. I want to put my penis in you and Sleeper. Can I?” Goddamn. Goddammit ALL to hell. I’m not sure how much more of this blunt open Zeus I could take. I mean, I was happy he was out of his shell with us, but I wondered if the Zeus we all knew was simply the persona he hid behind to cover up being gay, not letting any emotion out, not hanging out for long periods of time, keeping to himself. I felt a little sad that Zeus couldn’t be himself. Fuck this stupid military policy against gays. If guys like Zeus couldn’t serve without crushing their souls, it was fucking bullshit. None of us knew that it would only be a year before Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell became the rule. It still meant keeping quiet about it, but the military wasn’t going to hunt you down like it was now. But I knew one thing: puppy dog pajamas Zeus was one happy puppy, and he had to keep that cute puppy locked up all the time, deep inside. That’s some fucking sad pathetic shit, right there. Sleeper and I looked at each other. I didn’t know what to say. “Let me and Assmunch talk about it, okay Zeus? We’re not gay. We just like doing some stuff to get off. Is that cool?” Sleeper asked. WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING?? “REALLY, Sleeper?” I asked incredulously, taken by complete surprise, and not necessarily pleasantly either. He was okay with this? Sleeper gave me the exact same look as before. “What? It’s ZEUS.” He said again, this time stressing Zeus’ name. Sleeper’s handsome face said ‘who wouldn’t?’ “Yeah, yeah. I get it.“ I said, throwing my head back in my hands. He wasn’t wrong. But this was going to complicate everything. I guess Sleeper was far more sexually fluid than I thought. It shouldn’t surprise me though, one lick of his asshole and he was suddenly all about fucking around and getting off. I wondered if my best friend was holding back on me. I always assumed he was straight. Maybe I was wrong about that. I felt better about stuffing him full of my dick and shooting my load up his ass last week. Maybe I WOULD fuck him again. Just to see if he’d love it as much as getting his fudge dispenser scrubbed out by my tongue. Sleeper was just full of surprises. And my dick attack up his newly christened virgin fuck chute last week didn’t really qualify as a fucking. Nowhere near a Kevin style plundering of every tender rectal tissue I owned, bruised, stretched and slathered with multiple loads of dicksoup, until I literally couldn’t speak. Yeah, I was definitely going to auger out his pretty little dickwarmer until he drooled in senseless ecstasy. “Okay.” Zeus said. “I really do want to have sex with you guys.” Big beautiful handsome dangerous smile. Sigh. So blunt. “Let’s finish eating and get back. I need to talk to the Bravo Brotherhood . And what do you think about asking some of the Charlies to come to our party tonight?” ************************* I gathered the Brothers and let them know Sarge and the Lt were on the warpath after our training excursion and we needed to keep the party low key. We even invited Lamont and a couple of his buddies from the Charlies to party with us, and they fit in well. The highlight of the evening was making Troll ass-chug a beer. Getting the tube inserted into his hairy shitter was half the battle because he wouldn’t relax. We were all laughing so hard at how he squirmed and fought, as if it was the worst thing in the world, whining like a little bitch. I let the fight go on until it seemed everyone had a turn manhandling Troll’s ass before I stepped in, massaged his little tender spot between his tailbone and asshole and the tube slipped right in. One of the tricks in the asshole whisperer trade. Shhhhhh. Keep it to yourself. By that point everyone had lubed his entire crease with enough spit to drown a whore. I was sure they all got a kick out of spitting on the poor guy. Getting him to suck the beer down his hole turned out to be the other half of the battle. A couple of the guys who’d done it before were trying to give him pointers while he knelt on knees and elbows, his shorts bunched up just below his cheeks so no one had to look at his nuts. ‘Just relax, man.’ And ‘suck your stomach in.’ Even the unhelpful but amusing ‘spread your legs more, you uptight cunt.’ He finally finished his beer (took 20 minutes, chug fail) and we all congratulated him on a job well done. We wound things up around 23:30. We could have kept going, but I reminded everyone that we had to be good. Fortunately there wasn’t a lot of grumbling, everyone was worn out having not gotten a lot of sleep the night before. Sleeper and I did cleanup, releasing Troll from bitch duty. I knew that beer had to be sloshing around in his hole still. The alcohol might get absorbed, but the liquid wouldn’t go anywhere until he shit it out. He had to go get friendly with the toilet and shower. Everyone else crashed out. Sleeper and I wanted everyone in deep slumber so we could do our thing. Zeus helped, and Sleeper and I kept exchanging questioning looks during it all. We knew why Zeus was hanging around. “Zeus, why don’t you get the garbage to the dumpsters.” I requested. The giant muscle bound brute gazed at us refusing to move. “Don’t worry, bro. We’ll be here when you get back.” Sleeper soothed him. When Zeus was gone, I turned to Sleeper. “Well? I know you’re thinking about it. Are you sure about this? You know what he wants.” Sleeper pursed his lips, and put his hands on his muscled hips. Every piece of him had muscles. Rotten handsome prick. At some point during the party he’d stripped down to just bikini briefs which didn’t do a whole bunch to cover his big meaty white butt or his burgeoned junk mound. His crack was well exposed at the top, and a good portion of each globe was bared below. It reminded me of the Australian lifeguards with their tiny swimsuits and the back pulled up inside their crack so they wouldn’t chafe their cheeks. It was a good thing Sleeper shaved his bush, because the tiny briefs rode down low from the weight of his cock and balls, causing the thick root of his cock to just peek out. Sleeper loved being naked, and if he couldn’t be naked he wanted to be almost naked. And he never cared who saw. Those underwear were intended to leave as little to the imagination as he could get away with, the fabric so worn and thin I suspected he’d owned them for years. They weren’t tight like a new pair, he’d stretched the elastic so much with his size that it finally just gave up trying to hold back all that hot meat. The spot where his cockhead rested had a fingertip sized hole, the pouch almost transparent. Yeah, those things were on their last leg and Sleeper would probably wear em right up until they collapsed off him, giving out like a tortured prisoner on a medieval rack. Like I said before, he was a confident, arrogant prick. Those underwear dared the guys to make fun of him, were designed to draw attention, barely hold or cover his pussy juicer and boulder sized dumper, encourage sexual thoughts and just generally be a tease. It would have been less sexual and erotic if he were completely naked. Every time he walked risked them slipping off, and far too often one side or the other would sag down his hip where he’d let it remain until a casual tug set it back in place, half an ass cheek smiling out at everyone. That cloth defied physics. And the asshole knew I couldn’t keep my eyes away from the struggle. Which I was caught up in for the hundredth time tonight as my eyes refused to glance away from his strained pouch. “I’m up for it. It should be fun. Are you going to get jealous?” He replied. It was nice of him to think of me, but this was all for him. “You mean like you were when you thought I’d fucked Wanker? Bro, I’m not the jealous type. If you’re having fun, I’m having fun. That’s how this works for me. If you don’t like it, I’m not into it.” I explained. That threw him a little. “I don’t know what that was, bro. I just got angry when I thought you’d fucked him. I guess I didn’t like that what we do might not be special to you. This is all new to me.” Gone was the arrogance, and in its place was a sweet vulnerability. Deep down, Sleeper had the same doubts and uncertainty I had. “It’s new to me too, buddy. And you make it special.” I assured him. I’d never been the top. I’d never eaten a guy’s ass. Kevin fucked the living shit out of me, almost every day. We started just including Carol all the time because he rammed me so brutally, so many times, I’d be too worn out to perform for Carol unless she and I had sex first. And we learned that watching Carol and I play our games first really got Kevin torqued up. I would invariably end up eating my load out of Carol’s asshole or devouring her pussy while Kevin did his best to ruin and wreck my hole with his doorknob thick jizz missile. He’d often milk my nut out of the condom I fucked her pussy with, pouring it over her tits so he could lick it up and eat it while plowing me. It got to the point there was no boyfriend/girlfriend/boyfriend distinction. Anything was fair game. Carol ate Kevin’s ass, sucked and licked his dick clean after he got done with me. We’d all kiss sensually whenever, wherever it grabbed us. We double fucked Carol, which drove her so insane I felt like a fucking King, and I finally realized how filthy and slutty I looked and sounded when Kevin ripped me apart. The only thing that never happened was me having anything to do with Kevin’s ass. And somehow the forbidden nature of leaving the gay dude’s ass untouched while the straight one got violated unforgivably heightened the pleasure of it all. I’ve come to hate labels and putting relationships in neat little boxes, but in that situation, at that time, the labels made it all so exciting, like we were breaking all the rules. And it wasn’t always like that. Frequently it was slow, passionate, full of love where I disappeared, lost in the tenderness of Kevin’s soul. I would come back to myself locked in his sleeping arms feeling more alive than the time before. Every moment with him was better than the one before. In spite of all that, I didn’t feel like I was gay. This wasn’t about gay or straight. It was about souls and hearts connecting. And God bless Carol for understanding that. Kevin using my hole was no different in my head than him borrowing a shirt to wear to school. I’d told Sleeper about Carol, of course. And a few things about Kevin. Up until now, it felt disrespectful to my memory of him to say anything more, and I truly didn’t want to relive it all. Besides, Kevin belonged to Tom. And Tom was sealed behind a brick wall in my head. But it seemed like Sleeper and I might reach a point where I could tell him about it, but only if my heart let me. Man, I was really fucked up about Kevin. And fucked up about how I had to kill a huge part of myself so I could go live my life. I guess both Zeus and I had the same sad, pathetic shit going on, burying the happy part of us just to get through accepting we were men who had to do whatever it took to move along. Zeus returned, glad to see us still waiting for him. His cock tented the front of his Army sweats. “Someone’s excited.” Sleeper chuckled. Zeus’s massive frame walked right up to Sleeper and grabbed him by the head, then laid a tongue lashing on his mouth. Zeus looked like he was trying to swallow Sleeper whole. Sleeper gripped Zeus’s arms, then put his hands on the giant’s bulging pecs. Sleeper managed to pull away a bit, Zeus was breathing heavy and hungrily staring at my buddy. “I don’t know about kissing, bro…” Sleeper got out, just barely before Zeus’s mouth crashed back down onto his. He crushed himself onto Sleeper’s body, snaking his arm over Sleeper’s shoulder to grab his back, his other hand thrusting down to cover Sleepers ass, molesting that beautiful globe of scantily clad muscle. He broke off Sleeper’s mouth, and tongued his way down his chin to his neck, licking, biting, sucking every inch of flesh he could find. The man was hungry. “Oh fuck….” Sleeper moaned. “Wait…Zeus, wait. We gotta stop. Not here.” Zeus pulled away, grabbed Sleeper by the hips and just threw him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. Sleeper had no time to fight back. Zeus took him to the hall towards the storage room. Sleeper looked at me from his upside down position, throwing his hands up in a ‘what am I gonna do?’ gesture. His poor tortured briefs had slipped down to expose his ass, which had Zeus’s big paws grasping both cheeks, his fingers digging into Sleeper’s crack as he carried my buddy like a war trophy. I gave Sleeper a look that said ‘see what you’ve done?’ And followed. Once behind the closed storage room door, Zeus set Sleeper down on the same crates where I’d finger-blasted Wanker the week before. Before he could attack Sleeper again, I stopped him. “Okay, bro, let’s slow down here. Neither one of us has been with many dudes, and I’m guessing you haven’t either, right?” I asked him. “Just Wanker, Assmunch. Last week like you told me.” He answered. I put my hands on my hips. “Okay, let’s start slow then. We don’t know a lot about the gay thing, but we’ll try to walk you through how sex usually goes. What do you like about Sleeper?” Zeus smiled. This time it wasn’t a puppy smile, he looked like the impressive alpha dog that he was. “He’s almost as tall as me, big muscles like me. I like how he gets a five o’clock shadow that’s dark, like a man. I love his dark eyes, and his really white skin. I love the way his veins show on top of his muscles. He has a beautiful behind. I like how he’s nice to everyone even though he could be mean if he wanted, and some guys deserve it. Sleeper is good. I like him with hair better though.” “Amen, brother.” Sleeper mumbled. “So you think Sleeper is your type? You like other guys that look like him?” Zeus shrugged. “Not always. There was a guy in my school that was small and no muscles, but he was really smart and was always nice to me and every one else even though he got picked on a lot. He was good too.” “Did you ever tell him you liked him?” I asked, just to satisfy my own curiosity. Zeus shook his head. “I was scared he wouldn’t like me if he knew.” I took a moment to think. They both waited, knowing I was figuring things out and trusted me to know the right way through this. Carol and Kevin had both told me I had a way of bringing out in them who they truly were, made them feel seen, safe, and perfect just the way they wanted to be. Carol called it my gift. I knew I had to somehow do that for Zeus. Trouble was, I didn’t know if he was truly Alpha Dog Zeus, the God we worshipped, puppy dog pajamas Zeus who was exuberant and innocent, some mix of the two, or something even greater. I suspected it was the latter, something greater. That’s what my intuition told me. Zeus had greatness written all over him. Maybe his innocence was just a leftover from his obvious protected childhood, the dude didn’t even cuss. Zeus had spent his life growing up fearing who he was, hiding it behind a tough, capable exterior of effortless peak masculinity. But that meant locking away a vital part of who he was. He wasn’t whole. “Zeus, you know just because you’re gay it doesn’t mean you aren’t a good person, right?” The giant didn’t respond. His eyes had left Sleeper’s body, and now looked down at his feet. “You can be gay and good, brother. Who you want to love, or have sex with doesn’t have anything to do with what kind of guy you are.” “I’m not supposed to be gay.” His voice was so small, so pitiful, it didn’t even sound like him. Sleeper ducked his head to look under at Zeus’s face. He hopped off the crates and pulled Zeus into a deep hug. “Bro, you don’t have to cry. It’s okay, man. Being gay is cool, lots of people are gay. It’s just like everybody else, some are good, some are bad. But being gay has nothing to do with it. They’re just people.” Sleeper was a deeply good guy, and while I already had the most incredible respect for him, his treatment and acceptance of Zeus in this vulnerable moment showed me another beautiful piece of him I hadn’t seen before. He could have maintained his usual tough guy, in control, men don’t get emotional behavior, but letting that go to give comfort to a brother in need was no effort at all for him either. He was just as comfortable showing tenderness and emotion when necessary. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised by that, because he never showed that part of himself to me. Maybe because he figured I didn’t need him to. Or because I never let him. “And fuck that ‘not supposed to be gay’ bullshit. You’re amazing, we all think so, and I think you being gay is a big part of why you’re so amazing.” I threw in. Zeus was resting his cheek on Sleepers head while he held him. “You really think so?” “Yep, my best friend in high school was gay. He was the best person I’ve ever met. He might have been even more awesome than you. You’d like him. He’s a good person too, just like you.” I said. I didn’t know that was going to come out of my mouth. “Did you have sex with him like you do Sleeper?” Fuck Zeus! There’s that no filter mouth again. God, I have never felt like I needed to just die as much as when Zeus opened his mouth. I saw Sleeper lift an eyebrow and smirk. Just like Kevin. And that’s probably why I did what I’d told myself wasn’t ever going to do. I decided to lay it out there, fully honest. Sleeper deserved to know, and Zeus needed to hear it. “Yeah, we had lots of sex. LOTS of sex, which was awesome and beautiful, and more than I ever expected or knew could be possible. We were already really close, it just made it better. I didn’t intend to have sex with Kevin, but once it happened I knew it was right.” Zeus raised his head up. “But you had a girlfriend. I heard you tell Sleeper.” “So that’s why you eat my ass like it’s going through a fucking car wash.” Sleeper said. “Yeah, my girlfriend joined in, which made it even more fun. And for your information, buddy, it was Carol eating MY ass that taught me everything I know.” “Wow!” Zeus said, wide eyed. “Do you think I’m a good person Zeus?” I asked. He reached out with his huge arm and pulled me into a hug with the two of them. “You are a REALLY good guy, Andrew.” I hugged back. I was by no means a small guy, but smashed into these two slabs of all American beef, I felt wimpy and scrawny. And both of them put out the heat of a bonfire. “And I’ve had lots of gay sex. And a lot of straight sex with Carol and Kevin. A lot of sex, period. And I liked it. Who you love isn’t always up to you Zeus, and it certainly isn’t up to anyone else. Neither is who you’re attracted to. Your heart always tells you what you need. Be gay. Love who you are. The good people will always want you to be who you need to be. You should let yourself be who you need to be, too. Don’t wait for people to be good to you, buddy. You need to be good to yourself, first.” “I love you guys. Thank you.” Zeus said. “I love you brother.” Sleeper said. “I love you, my brothers.” I followed. I felt a weight leave me then. Helping Zeus freed me somehow. Maybe not all the way, but enough to tell me that maybe shoving Tom and Kevin in a buried box wasn’t the right way to get through my pain and hurt. “I think we should have sex now.” Zeus’s deep voice caused my body to vibrate, pressed up against him in that hug. And there was enough command tone in his rumbling words that my dick immediately plumped up like a grilled sausage, complete with leaking juices. Fuck. I was in serious trouble if Zeus brought Tom out to play. ‘Man, Zeus.’ I thought to myself. ‘We have to get you a filter!’ But then I told myself to fuck off with that bullshit. That was Zeus. He spoke his mind. I decided to take a page out of Carol’s book. “Sleeper, drop that rag you call underwear, and hop back up. We need to take this beautiful man to school and show him how to please a real man.” I instructed. Sleeper frowned, but like he’d practiced the move a thousand times, he wiggled his hips and dropped his panties like a good slut, not even using his hands. “Hey, they’re my favorite pair, they fit just right.” As I suspected, they collapsed off of his perfect anatomy with little more than a wish. Sleeper got into position and leaned back on his hands, just pleased as punch he was going to get worked over by two guys. His meaty thick legs were spread and hung relaxed, flaring out even more by being pressed against the crate. “Now, pleasing a man, or a woman for that matter, is all about showing how much you appreciate their body. Sleeper here loves attention, but he’s not any different than anyone else. Go ahead and feel those muscles you love on him.” I directed Zeus. “And don’t rush it. Taking your time and enjoying your favorite parts purely because you love the feel of him is a turn on.” The gentle gorilla slowly ran his hands up Sleeper’s pale thighs, kneading and rubbing the defined hunks of muscle. The high school wrestling champ flexed and hardened his quads with every firm massage of Zeus’s oversized paws. He watched Zeus’s mesmerized face with a grin. I saw Sleeper’s cock begin inflation, his hanging nuts rolling around in his loose shaved sack like reptile eggs about to spit out baby sea turtles. “Don’t touch his dick. Leave it for later. That’s what a man wants the most, for you to take care of his dick. Some guys don’t care about their dicks at all, they want you to get in their ass. Either way, the longer you can hold off touching his cock or his asshole, the better it will feel for him when you finally do. Making him wait until you’ve had your fun everywhere else will drive him crazy. Figure out what it is he wants from you, then tease him with taking your time getting around to it.” I lectured. Zeus ran his mitts up to Sleeper’s tight waist, over his solid abdomen. Sleeper had his head thrown back, enjoying the erotic massage. His toes were curled, I noticed, then spread out straight, then curled again, like he was trying to make a fist with his foot. “Rub the pubic area right above his dick. Curl your hand around his crotch without grabbing the shaft. See how his body is telling you how much he’s loving this?” Zeus breathed out. “He’s so warm.” I watched as Sleeper’s legs spread even more as our battle buddy dug into his groin. My dude was almost fully hard at this point, his engorged baby maker thicker at the base, and curved slightly towards the left. I moved to stand next to Zeus. I took his other hand, and guided it up Sleeper’s hard torso, stopping briefly to let him grope those heavy pecs. Then I moved his hand to Addison’s armpit, and he pulled his arm up to his head, flexing unconsciously. “There’s no hair.” Zeus said in wonder. “He’s so smooth.” Letting his fingers caress the dips and valleys of Sleepers sweat machine. “Reach down and pull on his nuts. Play with them. Roll them around in your hand. Gentle at first, then gradually stretch them out.” Sleeper moaned. “Oh, fuck yeah. Yank on those jizz tankers, bro.” He pulled his legs up to rest his heels on the edge of the crate. “You see that? He’s spreading himself for you.” I kept my voice soft, sultry. “When a guy does that, he’s giving you permission to go further. He wants you to feel everything he’s got down there. He’s exposing his most vulnerable place, putting his trust in you to make him feel good. That’s the sign he needs you to visit his ass. Go ahead and run your hand under his balls. Be firm, put your entire hand and palm on that lump between his asshole and his nuts. That feels really good to a guy. That meat right there sends signals to both his dick and his asshole, and he can’t decide which one of those he wants you to have more. Slowly stroke him up and down, gradually moving a finger or two towards his hole. If you do this right, he’ll be putty in your hands.” Which Sleeper proved by leaning back even more and allowing his knees to fall to either side. “Oh man, your hand feels so good. Keep doing that.” “Pull him back up, don’t let him lean back. Keep going with that hand. Look him in his beautiful eyes and ask him if he likes it. Make him tell you how it feels. Make him say it out loud. He needs to hear himself surrender to you. It doesn’t matter if he looks uncomfortable. The more he’s willing to bear, the more he’s telling you he’s accepted you can do anything you want to him.” Zeus grabbed Sleeper by the back of the neck and pulled him forward until his handsome pleasure filled face was just inches away. “Do you like that, sexy man? Do you like my hand between your legs?” Zeus improvised. Sleeper nodded. “I love it, your hand is so big. And your finger is making my hole twitch.” He was pushing down with his hips, trying to get Zeus to use more force. I raised myself up to whisper in Zeus’s ear, I didn’t want Sleeper to hear this part. “Try to force a finger inside him, and kiss him at the same time.” Zeus wasted no time. I heard my buddy give a loud grunt just before Zeus forced his mouth onto Sleeper’s, shoving his tongue inside him. I let this massive beast enjoy himself on my best friend fully for a minute, as he raped the helpless wrestler from both ends happily. Then he came up for air. “Jesus! No spit, or lube or anything! Guuuunnnnnhhhh!” Sleeper groaned. Looks like Sleeper wasn’t all that worried about kissing anymore. “Ignore him. If he didn’t want it, he’d have found a way to pull off.” I observed dryly. “You’re such a fucker, Assmunch.” I noticed his hips hadn’t stopped writhing, in spite of his complaints. “That’s right, buddy. And you’re about to find out how much of a fucker I really am. Move aside, Zeus. My turn.” When Sleeper’s legs were clear, I folded him up to present the little pretty hole I now owned for my enjoyment. Pinning his knees back alongside his chest, I dove right into his pucker with my tongue. “FFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK, yeah eat it. Damn I love it when you do that.” Sleeper moaned for me. “Taste that meat, fuck yeah. Oh shit, chew on it just like that! Harder!” I felt his hands grab my newly shaved head, pulling me into his crevice, wiggling his hips. I guess he thought the rules didn’t apply since Zeus was here. I smacked his asscheek with about half the force I was capable of, knowing it was still going to hurt like hell. Sleeper yelped. “Sorry! Sorry bro, I couldn’t help it!” I had my hand cocked for another smack. He sounded sincere. He whined. Addison fucking Montelongo, State Wrestling Champ, Soldier extraordinaire, Army Ranger School wannabe, son of some distant Spanish Ancestral nobility, whined because he wasn’t pleasing me. Yeah, Carol taught me a LOT. And I knew from personal experience being in that position could make you cum like you saw Jesus. Which was my goal for him every time we had our fun. I didn’t believe in boring sex. Not anymore. I looked up at him. “Don’t let it happen again.” I growled. You had to let them know they weren’t the ones in control. That they got what you gave them, and no more. Or more than what they deserved, because you wanted to do it, no other reason. Give just an inch and the dynamic changed, things got sloppy, the terms of the transaction became unsatisfactory. Which meant poor Sleeper wasn’t going to get his shitter car-washed like he wanted. I stood up, my shorts already down, and pushed my fuck stick up against his spit glistened hole. “Wait, bro…” he pleaded. I kept pushing, a steady pressure. His poor little turd cutter was going to give out eventually. In the war between tender butthole and my steel hard 8 inch dripping cock, my cock was going to win. “What?” I said, putting enough boredom into my voice to get the message across that this was happening. I applied more pressure. His legs were still pulled back and open. He wasn’t trying to end this. All the subtle signs were there that he wanted exactly what I was going to give him. See, Sleeper didn’t actually WANT his ass fucked. What he wanted more than anything was to just take a break from being the golden boy, the one everyone looked up to and feared, the parental expectation to be the very best at everything. The weight on his shoulders was heavy. He couldn’t relax his guard out there, but once I showed him all that pressure went away when he gave up all that control to me, it became an addiction. If his hole getting fucked was part of the deal, he’d give up his ass willingly. He didn’t have to be the tough guy wrestling champ, in fact I demanded he wasn’t. If that took a little punishment to put him back in his place every now and then… well sometimes I think he broke the rules on purpose. And the next time I wasn’t holding back. I owed it to him to give him my best. He still hadn’t answered. “So, no ‘wait’, bro?” I taunted him. I looked him right in the eye while I let a thick ribbon of spit fall right on his cock knuckled sphincter. I shoved more. He still wasn’t unclenching. “Ohhhhhhhh, God…. Please don’t bust my shitter, bro. Please….” “Then you better relax. You will lose this fight and it will tear you up. All you have to do is surrender, buddy. You just have to let go. I’m actually being nice about it. I could just rip right into you like last time. But I’m giving you the chance to do this yourself.” This was the moment. The moment he had to accept that his complete surrender was what he wanted. That it didn’t matter that it came at the expense of what he thought was his manhood. He’d learn that he was no less a man for having a dick up his ass. That it might actually increase his sense of being a man. That it didn’t mean he wasn’t straight anymore. And who knows, he may have loved the feeling of being violated like a cheap whore and treated like a cumrag TWICE last weekend. I had no way of pinpointing that as anything but a possibility. After all, this was just the second time my dick would be in his ass. And this time was different, I wasn’t forcing myself into him at a weak moment. No, this time it had to be him doing it to himself fully aware. And he let his breath go. As soon as he did, my head began entering his ring. “AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhh, it hurts! Don’t push! Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttt!” I wasn’t. This was all him. He took a few rapid breaths. I let more spit trail from my lips to his hole. After a half minute, I sunk in a couple inches. He stopped me again. Then he reached down to grab his ass cheeks, those beautiful haunches, and pulled them apart to open himself up more for me. I sunk my pole all the way in, balls deep. The deep moan he gave was half pain, half relief at his own need. “So deep. It’s so big.” He groaned. The heat of his tunnel cooked my meat perfectly, and I could feel the fluids seeping from my piss slit. His muscles spasmed continuously, and it felt like he was jacking off my thick cock with his incredibly tight hole. I rocked side to side, still buried to the root, knowing my hardness was punching his rectal walls. Man, he felt amazing. I took a slow half thrust. Sleeper’s leaking cock bounced. “Hey Zeus, you want to suck his dick?” I asked. Zeus darted over. I could see a large wet spot on the front of his Army sweats. Sleeper’s hard cock was almost as long as mine, just shaped different. The big man bent down and tried to take my buddy’s dick in one swallow. Instead, Zeus gagged halfway down. “Cover your teeth with your lips, buddy. And open your throat. Then use your tongue when he’s in your mouth.” I kept up a slow, steady rhythm of fucking, using only half my dick, and not bottoming out completely. I changed the angle of my stroke, to get that upward direction that would push up into his prostate. “Oh shit! What are you doing? It’s going straight to my dick.” Sleeper announced. He removed one hand to put it on Zeus’s head, forcing him down further onto his cock. Zeus was a champ, opening up to let more of that juice root invade his face. I allowed this much, enjoying how my straight buddy was getting lost in the pleasure he was feeling. I knew that the time had come to rail him without mercy. I began pistoning into his shitcave, my nuts bounced off the bottom of his ass. I was getting close, but I wanted Sleeper to fill our God’s throat with his grunt spunk. I was going to fuck it out of him. The slick walls of his dickchute gripped my shaft with every powerful thrust. I sped up, hammering him. He was bouncing so much Zeus didn’t have to move. I was fucking Sleeper’s hard curved cock into his mouth. “I’m gonna cum, bro. I’m gonna lose it.” Sleeper panted. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.” I grabbed Zeus’s head to keep him from pulling off and bucked up into my buddy like he was a twenty dollar whore. My own orgasm fired up my throbbing shaft and shot out into Sleeper’s guts. I didn’t announce it or change my motion. The sound of Sleeper’s grunting whine told me he was spewing his own creamy essence over Zeus’s tongue. Zeus let out a unintelligible question around the veiny meat penetrating his lips. “Swallow it, Zeus. Sleeper made that for you as a gift.” I told him, still holding his head in place. “It’s a part of him he wants you to have inside you. Show him how thankful you are.” I kept up my thrusts, slower and gentle now as my balls expelled the last of my swimmers, the lazy ones, into my friend. I pulled my dick out slowly. “Your turn Zeus. Show Sleeper how much you love him.” I directed. Sleeper looked at me with a worried face. “Relax, buddy, this won’t change anything. We’re doing this for Zeus.” I assured him. Zeus stood up and pulled his sweats down to free his leaking monster. Like everything about him, his manmeat was larger than life. It had to have been an inch or two longer than me, and just as thick. He was uncircumcised, and even hard his foreskin drooped from the head like a monks cowl. “Push his knees down to get him spread like you want him, butterfly his ass, fold him out like a book. Don’t worry, he can take it. You’re fucking a real man there, he’s used to a little pain.” I urged him. A wad of my nut had escaped the vault of Sleeper’s ruined hole, which was still pulsating from the fuck I’d given him. My DNA sauce decorated his swollen opening like milk on a frosted flake. I fought the urge to slurp it off his hole. Zeus’s veiny snake would need every source of lubricant for the invasion. My buddy lay there spent and surrendered, resolved to his role as a milking sleeve for our manly needs. I could see the absolute capitulation in the relaxation of every muscle he carried. He now realized the overwhelming ecstasy he’d experienced last week, and the previous times I’d masticated him to orgasm weren’t accidental. His ass was the source of heightened pleasure. He could no longer deny the soul wrenching force of ejaculating while a cock stretched him out from the inside. I knew that feeling well. Zeus pushed his butthole digging worm through Sleeper’s now adjusted outer ring. They both let out a sensual moan. My buddy’s ample cock started to power up once again. He was in the right head space for Zeus to fuck another load out of him, if Zeus could hold on long enough to get him there. “Jesus, why does it feel so good?” Sleeper asked. Zeus began plunging in and out of him, lost in his own world of pleasure. He ran his hands over Sleeper’s beautiful body. He long-dicked the hole beneath him, taking full strokes to share every inch. I noticed that Sleeper’s pucker would seal over Zeus’s foreskin on the pullout, keeping it from exiting and stretching it out. Damn that was sexy as hell. Zeus’s rhythm increased, until he was full on rutting that wrestler rump like a rabid animal. He forced his tongue into Sleeper’s mouth, completely smothering my buddy’s lips. Sleeper was grunting with every thrust back into Zeus’s mouth, and I could tell when the friction and pounding made him empty his balls. Zeus didn’t stop, he probably didn’t even notice that he made Sleeper cum. He was grunting now himself, stabbing his sizeable prick deep into Sleeper’s fuck chute with every hard thrust while Sleeper took the violent pounding without complaint. The notes of Zeus’s grunting ascended, getting higher, and I could tell he was ready to blow his wad. With a final shuddering explosion, his entire giant body seized as he delivered the creamy payload deep inside Sleeper’s secret private bunker. “FUDGE!” Zeus exhaled into Sleeper’s mouth. He quickly followed with another grunt as more streams of dick juice spurted out into his crush. And again. Each time accompanied by another violent plunge. “I can’t stop, it’s not stopping!” He groaned, continuing to fire volley after volley from his meat cannon. I can’t imagine how much seed was pouring into my buddy’s wrecked hole. Then he slowed, taking a few lazy strokes. And then he whined like a helo spinning up it’s rotors and plunged in again. “Oh fudge, oh shoot! It’s happening again!” More animal grunts into Sleeper’s waiting mouth as one more time he was taken by the aggressive pumping of his seed spitter. It was probably the greatest male orgasm I’d ever had the privilege to witness. For power, for length, for passion, for uncontrolled physical release, for the sheer expression of masculine togetherness that was Sleeper passively accepting everything Zeus had to give, and Zeus pouring everything he had into the man he loved. It was fucking beautiful.

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