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Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. Another try at a "short" story. There are 2 parts. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. -- It had been a crappy year so far. In April I caught my supposedly monogamous boyfriend getting tag teamed by a pair of grindr hookups. I watched him pack his shit up and even caught him trying to steal some of my stuff. I heard he couch surfed for a few weeks before he could get a place of his own. I told everyone I knew what happened and many knew he had been playing behind my back for months. I'm sure a few of them had fucked that sack of shit too. I was nearing forty, but thought I still looked good. Some of the twenty-something guys were starting to call me daddy, usually when I let my beard grow out, which just made me feel older than I was. My workout schedule was three or four times a week which kept my six foot body in good shape, toned but not built. I kept the hair on my chest trimmed and my full head of hair perfectly coiffed. When summer started and I was still in a funk, my workout buddy Chris took me out for a beer after the gym. "Ya gotta snap out of it. Stop looking for a new boyfriend, just hookup with a few guys. You might find you click with one" he said. I knew he was right. I hadn't had sex with a guy since a few days before catching my ex in the act and my hand didn't compare to having my cock buried up a guy's hole. "I know, I know. It's just hard to find a guy my age that isn't already in a relationship or isn't a complete slut. The thought of having to wrap it up to fuck after seven years of doing it bare is a turn off, too" I replied. "Get on prep if you're worried about picking up the big bug. You're gonna drive yourself mad if you stay in this rut" he replied. We hit the bar again a few weeks later, a day after I'd fucked the first guy in months. "You look a little better, but you're kind of distracted... What's up?" he asked. "I finally got laid last night, but it didn't go very well" I replied. "Not all of them do. What went wrong?" he asked. "I couldn't stay hard in the condom. The guy was about to give up but said 'try it bare. I'm on prep' so I did. God it felt so good and we fucked for over an hour. I even came in him, just like I used to do with the douchebag" I told him. "OK, I don't see why you're confused. You prefer it bare, just like ninety-nine percent of the guys out there" Chris said. "Yeah, but I don't want to catch anything, and raw fucking guys I don't know is risky. It's less of a risk if I top, but sometimes I like feeling a guy drill my brains out too" I explained. I saw a smile come over his face. "Yeah, I'm the same. But if you're worried, start prep. Or find hookups that are on it. I haven't had a rubber on my dick in over ten years. None of the guys that have fucked me have had one either. Once you go bare, you won't want to go back, as you found out" Chris said. I nodded and saw him adjust himself. He grinned back at me. "I think I know how we can help each other out" he said. That was the start of six weeks of fucking each other three days a week after our workout. Usually it was a flip fuck and neither of us would ever pull out, dumping our loads into each other without a second thought. It was strange bottoming so much after decades of topping most of the time, but it was a small price to pay to fuck like I was used to. After the third week, I'd taken more of his cum than all of the other guys combined since I started having sex in high school. It felt weird walking home from his place with his cum running down my leg but it reminded me that Chris had my cum dripping out of him, too. I started hooking up with other guys too, but since this town is ninety percent bottoms, I always topped with them. Near the end of July, Chris told me that he was going out of town for work for a month. "Did you ever go on prep?" he asked. "Nah, never got around to it. You've been keeping me busy" I replied with a chuckle. "Good time for it, now. You'll have some free time to do it. I won't be back for a couple months" he said. We met up one last time before his trip and I spent the night. While I fucked him some, most of the time I was the one getting nailed. Before I headed home, he stuffed a butt plug in and said "Don't want you lookin like a cheap whore leaving a trail of cum on your way home." Work for me got busy too, but I finally went in to start prep. "We need to do some tests first" the doctor told me. They called me in to discuss the results a few days later. "Jason, you tested positive for HIV. There's no need for prep. We are going to do some more tests to figure out how best to treat you" the doctor said, along with a thousand other things that I didn't hear. -- "I never said I was on it and you didn't ask. I got a really big Christmas gift last year and I've been sharing it. You're number seven that I know of" Chris said when I called to tell him. "What the fuck? That wasn't cool" I yelled back at him. "It's really cool, since you don't have to worry about it any more. You can go on meds, but once you charge up your first neg guy, you're going to want to do it more and more. Its such a rush!" Chris said, sounding excited for me. "You're fuckin kidding me? You want me to go out and infect unsuspecting guys like you did to me?" I said, exasperated. "Do it however you want. Fuck other poz guys, knock up some chasers, breed some prep guys or stealth some neg guys. Just do me a favor and stay off meds for a few months and see how it goes" he said, calmly. "Fuck! Now you want me to do you a favor? You're just a fuckin asshole. I hope you burn in hell" I yelled out before I hung up. The problem was, I was horny. Really horny. As good as my hand felt, I needed more. I figured that there wasn't any harm fucking other poz guys so that's what I started with. By the time I went in to talk with the doctor about my second set of tests, I'd fucked and bred a half dozen poz guys. One even flipped me over and gave me his own potent, unmedicated strain. A few days after my doctor's appointment, I was surfing and one guy sent me a message. "Hey. Think I've seen you at the Sweat Shop gym. Prep btm here, luv takin poz dick. bb only" he said. The pics in his profile looked familiar and I remembered checking him out more than once during my workouts. After a few more messages, I was convinced I wasn't going to infect him. Later that evening, my dick was buried in his ass as he begged for my toxic seed. While some of the poz guys had mentioned it while I fucked them, this guy went all out on poz talk while we fucked. I pumped a huge load in him and I don't think I'd ever seen a bottom happier to get bred. The group of guys I was now comfortable fucking was now getting larger. It was just about a month since I got the diagnosis when the first chaser messaged me. Well, the first one that seemed serious and sent more than "poz me" as a message. He was ten years younger than me, two inches shorter, smooth above the waist and hairy below. He had a nice looking uncut cock and an even better looking ass. His longish, curly hair hung over the almost shaved sides and I saw several bits of metal in his ears. There were a few tattoos scattered over his body as well, but they looked like he spent time planning them out. "You're the first neg guy I've fucked since..." I started to say as we undressed in his small apartment. "That's cool. The last guy that said he wasn't on meds was last year and either he lied or it didn't take. It's fun trying though" the guy said calmly. Calm wasn't how I was feeling. I was nervous and hoped I was going to be able to perform. After a few minutes of groping each other's naked bodies, he worked his way down until he was sucking on my now stiff cock. He was better than most guys and I kind of forgot why I was there, besides to fuck, of course. After fifteen minutes, I wanted to see if his ass felt as good as his mouth and throat. Holding his head by the hair, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped it over his cheek. "I need your ass" I said softly, staring at him. He bent over the bed and I was on my knees a moment later. I was only going to spend a minute rimming him, but his ass just felt too good. My beard mingled with the hair between the mounds of firm flesh. His ring flexed while my tongue lapped over it, adding more spit to the entire crevice. Ten minutes had passed and my cock was now throbbing, needing some attention too. I stood up, surprised how hard my cock still was. I pressed the leaking tip to his spit soaked hole, wondering how I could even think about doing what I was about to do. Pushing a little harder, I heard Chris' comment from a few weeks earlier about knocking up a neg guy rattling around my head. "Aahhh fuck yeah..." the chaser moaned as my cock drove slowly into him. His chute felt good wrapping around my cock and when I bottomed out, he gave a firm squeeze with his ass muscles. My cock was leaking more than usual and soon his hole was really slick. It let me pound him harder and at one point I grabbed his hair and pulled it back before slamming in. While I ground my hips against his ass I whispered in his ear "Ready to get pozzed?" "Oh god yeah... Please breed me full of your bug... I want it so bad!" he cried out. His ring clamped down harder with each phrase, trying to suck the cum out of my balls. I could only thrust in a dozen more times before I began to shoot. The moan he let out told me how much he loved getting filled with my virus enhanced load. After the last pulse, I plowed his ass a few more minutes, churning up the cum inside him and hopefully pushing it deeper. Whether he felt as excited when he converted or when he tested positive, I would probably never know. After a short rest, I drilled him again until my cum needed to escape and help try and end his chase. He was a fun guy to fuck and when we finished told me he was very eager for a repeat. I spent the next 17 days breeding him until I showed up and his body was on fire. We only had a quick fuck that night and I left him passed out with one big load inside. I texted Chris and said "ur right. big rush when first one converts." A rational guy would have thought that once he'd experienced pozzing a guy it was enough and he should start medication to get himself undetectable. That's not what I did. Just like Chris had told me, I wanted more.

Anyone who has been to P-Town has heard about the Dick Dock. Everyone talks about it; most secretly yearn to go; several go to watch. But only the real confident and grounded guys have the confidence to go to the Dick Dock and fuck. I knew I was going to the Dick Dock tonight. No question about it. Provincetown is s conservative New England seaside community in disguise. You’d never know from looking at night it becomes a den of inequity where denizens get as hot and nasty as any New York City backroom. In fact some New Yorkers come to P-Town to play. It can be that hot. One summer a friend of mine and I went to P-Town to go camping (and get nailed). On Saturday evening we decided to go out and have some fun. I spent extra time getting extra cleaned out and decided to wear easily accessible shorts and a tank top. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and lube and headed to the A-House. The A-House is a hot “guys” bar free of attitude and pretension. My friend met someone early on and said his goodbyes – the lucky fuck. I hadn’t found anything of interest but I was getting into the conversation, the music and the cocktails. The bartender poured excellent drinks. I was feeling pretty good as the evening worn on. That what kind of a bar the A-House is. The A-House is small and the small single bathrooms face right into the bar room. What is interesting is that each of the doors has a cut out of a half-moon to resemble an old outhouse. The lights in the restrooms are red so you can imagine how the restrooms look. I needed to pee so I went up to what was becoming a small line waiting for the johns. The guy in front of me was looking at me pretty intensely and I felt my dick stir. He was pretty hot looking wearing just a pair of leather pants and an arm band. Hot chest and a nice taunt package stuffed into the pouch of those leather pants. When his turn came, he signaled me to go in with him. I thought what the hell and followed. These are single stall bathrooms. I go in and he turns me around to face the door. Of course it had a half moon cut-out, about the size of a dinner plate, right at eye level. He slid my shorts down all the way to my ankles. I reached over and latched the door. I could see everyone in the bar. He knelt down and threaded my foot out of my shorts. He lightly bit my left ass cheek. Then he spread my cheeks wide and buried his face in my ass and started to eat. He was a moaner. I like that. He was really getting into this ass eating. The more he ate it seemed the hungrier he got. I could feel his vocal chords vibrate onto my hole as he moaned and lathered me up really good. I could feel his saliva begin to run slowly down my leg. I started to push back on his tongue, fucking my hole onto his face. I looked out into the bar and wondered if anyone could possibly know that someone was in here eating my ass out. If anyone paid attention they would notice that I was looking out of the bathroom door instead of facing the wall where the urinal was. After about 10 minutes, he pulled his tongue out and stood up. He told me he was sorry but he had to go. His boyfriend was at the bar waiting for him. I looked at him and he had ass juices all over his face. He quickly excused himself and walked out of the john leaving me there feeling the cool air kissing the saliva on my asshole. It felt like the shock of spearmint. I looked out the half-moon and watched the guy walk up to his boyfriend at the bar and shoved his tongue into his mouth. They started making out. Fuck, they must have been in on this together. The leather dude goes in eats a hole and brings cunt juice back to his lover. They made out like porn stars until the lover got all of my juice from his boyfriend. That was fucking hot. I cleaned up, pissed, and stuffed my rock-hard cock back into my shorts and left. I hung out and had another drink. Every once in awhile, the guy’s boyfriend would look at me and smile. All too soon, the bartenders hollered “last call” so I decided to leave. As I was heading out the door I brushed by the couple and the boyfriend whispered in my ear, “You taste great man, thanks.” I smiled and told him his boyfriend did all the work, he should thank him. I slid past them and out onto the street. I took a left onto Commercial Street towards the campground. The streets were really crowded and Spiritus Pizza was lined up out the door with wasted patrons needing to sober up on some of their magical pizza. As I walked down a little further, I noticed a guy down the street on the ocean side take an abrupt left and disappear. As he neared where he the spot I realized this was where the Boatslip was. The famous Dick Dock was supposed to be just below it somewhere. I love outdoor sleazy sex and my cock stiffened at the prospect of going to the famous Dick Dock. I had always thought it was folklore, but here it is. I turned left onto the same path the guy took before me and I knew there would be many more following our footsteps before the sun comes up. That is if the Dick Dock really existed. As I got to the end of the path, I looked up at the 3 story hotel and heard the music from the pool dance party one floor above me. The Boatslip is built up on pier and beams to protect it from high tides and flooding. There was a hole cut into a chain link privacy fence restricting access to the underside of the Boatslip’s pool and boardwalk one floor above. This was the “Dick Dock”; a low concrete ceiling, sandy dunes and cement pillars that held up the foundation of the Boatslip’s public space above. The hole was large enough for a man to stoop down and squeeze through. Once inside, it was nothing but a bunch of sand and concrete pillars. I couldn’t see very well but it didn’t appear that anyone was here. I was about to turn and leave fearing that I had stumbled into the wrong place when I saw a distant cigarette illuminate. My dick and heart decided the game was back on again. I was feeling my way around navigating by using the concrete pillars when I heard the unmistakable sound of cock sucking. What does cock sucking sound like? Cock sucking. There is nothing else that sounds like that. I looked down and there was a cute blonde on his knees, shirtless with a cock buried to its balls in his mouth. The owner of the cock had his hands on the back of the blonde’s hair and face fucking him good. The blonde had spit dribbling off his chin and the guy’s balls, but that didn’t slow him down any. My eyes began to adjust and I could start to see the silhouette of about 20 guys or so. It was surreal against the backdrop of the moon reflecting on the water. I walked through the crowd towards the middle and just stood still. A hot butch guy walked up beside me in a ripped up plaid sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. We made eye contact. I was about to hit my knees but then I felt my zipper going down on my shorts. Looking down I saw some dude in front of me lowering my shorts. Another guy knelt right next to him in front of my plaid shirt guy. I looked back up to see what the plaid shirt guy was thinking. He was staring right at me smiling. He reached over and started pinching my tit. Then the guy on his knees in front of me swallowed my cock to the balls. I moaned. I started tweaking the plaid shirts big nips too, he was so fucking hot. He never took his eyes off of me. He got his face really close to mine and asked me if my cock felt good. I said yes and then he closed his eyes and moaned and I knew he was getting deep throated. He leaned over and while still pinching my tits, opened his mouth and started deep kissing me. He licked the side of my face and down my neck and then sucked one of my tits into his mouth. “Oh fuck yeah, dude” was all I could come up with. I grabbed my bottle of poppers and his eyes lit up. I gave him a hit and leaned down and told his cocksucker, “Man now is the time to eat that cock because this stud is about to feed you.” Then we started making out again. He pulled back and looked at me and said, “This is so fucking hot. We each have our own private cocksucker.” He buried his tongue back down my throat. I felt him moaning and then growling in the back of my throat. I new he was unloading down the guy’s throat. My cocksucker was taking his time, which I was grateful for because I was not ready to blow. We continued making out until my plaid shirt guy’s heart slowed down. His cocksucker was busy cleaning up his dick. Afterwards he looked up at us and said thanks. We kissed again as I patted my cocksucker’s head and indicating I was not ready to shoot and was zipping up and thanked him. I wanted to see what else was going on here. I wondered to the far side under the dock. There were guys getting blown all over the place. There were teams of guys in circles doing just about everything. I stood there looking over the guys and felt a hand on my cock. I looked to my left and saw a hot black 20-something looking at me intensely. He was wearing basketball shorts and a tank. He pushed his hand inside my shorts and grabbed my cock. I reached over for his crotch, but he already had is 9-incher out and it was rock hard. He had a beautiful cock; strait as an arrow, hard as a rock and chocolate brown. We stood there jacking for a few minutes. Then I turned got on my knees in front of him. I looked up at his silhouette and saw that perfect cock in front of me. I stuck out my tongue and lapped the tip. His cock jumped and a bead of pre-cum oozed out. I licked it off and licked the head. Next I licked the sides and then all over until his black cock glistened with saliva. I grabbed each one of his smooth muscled butt cheeks and looked up right into his eyes. I kept eye contact as I started my decent on his cock pulling his cannonball ass cheeks into my face. He stared at me the entire time. He watched me until my top lip was pressed against his wiry bush. I just stayed there, inhaling his scent. He continued to stare. I was running out of air. Tears swelled up in my eyes. Suddenly I had this overwhelming sensation to keep that cock in my mouth forever. I wanted it so bad that I relaxed. Slowly I exhaled from my nostrils and inhaled ever so slowly and controlled. I swallowed. He moaned. I could tell that tomorrow, I’m going to have one bad sore throat. My stud smiled and his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he looked up and moaned again. I pulled off his cock and went down again; and again, and again. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me off his cock and up to his face. “I ain’t cumming that soon. Not with that pretty little white butt you’ve got. Drop your shorts and grab your ankles, man. I want some of this.” I did exactly as he said and immediately I was rewarded with his tongue in my ass. He started eating like a wild man. This stud LOVED ass. I bent down and searched my shorts for my poppers. This gave him even more access. I swear I could feel his top teeth inside my asshole. It was so fucking hot and I was raging hard. I pushed back and ground my hole onto his face wishing it were somehow possible for him to get in even deeper. It felt like he had two sets of hands; they were all over my ass. He pulled back and spit into my hole and started rubbing his finger all around the perimeter of my pucker. He slowly inserted it and rolled it all the way around. I pushed back onto it to let him know I was getting really hot for him. I felt a second finger ease in. I realized the second finger was from the other hand. My stud had the first digit of each hand inside my hole and was rubbing them all around. Then I felt a little pressure as he stretched his fingers apart. He opened my hole and stuck his tongue even deeper than before. Awesome. The was unfucking believably awesome. He stood up and leaned over my back and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you boy.” I could feel his cock rubbing all around my asshole. He had somehow lubed his cock because it was super greasy. Every few seconds his cock head would graze my hole and I would tense a little in anticipation. “You want some of this cock, boy? Man you pretty. I love the way you look and you got a hot ass too. My buddy here has been eating that out for me. But I got me a little taste too, you got one hot ass. This is Marcus.” A bit dazed and confused, I looked over to the side and noticed a guy standing there with his pants around his ankles stroking a nice sized uncut cock. He was about 30 or so and well-built and creole or Latin. His bush was clipped short which made his cock look even bigger. Marcus started tweaking my tit and I moaned. I was definitely cool with Marcus. “Marcus, pull his pretty little ass cheeks apart, man” he whispered. I could feel the heat and energy coming from my black stud’s cock pointing right at my hole. I pushed back a little to signal that I was ready. Marcus walked in front of me putting his dick in my face. He leaned down and told me, “Man this twisted mother fucker is crazy for white ass so if you like getting fucked you’re in for a ride.” He reached down and had me step out of my shorts, then pulled my shirt over my head. He took the poppers out of my hand, opened them and held one nostril closed as I inhaled then held the other one closed while I again inhaled. He stood up and his cock slapped me across the face. He looked at my black stud and said, “He’s ready dude, give this bitch a ride.” He then looked at me and said, “I got you, white boy, enjoy.” With that, I felt 9 inches of black cock slide into me to the hilt. At first, I was a bit stunned. The shear size was awesome. I was amazed that I took it. I moaned and went down on Marcus’ cock and moaned my pleasure loud enough to get both my guys attention. The black guy leaned over and kissed my neck and whispered, “Baby this is sweet. Oh so nice. My cock feels so warm and wet inside you. I love fucking your pretty pink hole.” And he fucked and fucked me hard. Every time he plowed it home, the force would shove Marcus’ cock further into my throat. Marcus was getting really hot. I could tell his cock was ready to shoot. My black fucker took the back of my head and shoved it onto Marcus’ cock and held it there. I could feel Marcus pulse and shoot spurt after spurt. He pulled out midstream and shot a couple more streams on my face while my black stud held my head still. He never lost rhythm drilling my ass. Marcus stuck his cock back into my mouth the get cleaned up. Then pulled out and stuffed his beautiful cock into his shorts and zipped up. “Thanks, Marcus. That was hot man.” Marcus smiled at him and said, “Curtis, you owe me one man, you promised.” And Marcus disappeared into the crowd. Curtis, my black stud continued long-dicking me; pulling completely out and shoving it back in. We were now making that wet nasty smacking sound that you only get from a hot long fuck. Curtis was getting a little more verbal, “I, arrgh, love, umm, fucking, hmm, this, oh hell yeah, white pussy.” Then he pulled out. He grabbed my poppers and gave me a hit and started eating my ass out again. “Yo pussy is so fucked. I can actually feel the heat on your cunt lips, boy.” With that he shoved his rock hard swollen 9 inches of black dick in again and started plowing. I begged him to fuck me harder. I wanted him to stuff me beyond my capacity. People started to gather around us because of the noise we were making. Curtis was huffing and puffing and sweating all over me. I was reeling from the poppers and wanted his fat black cock to penetrate me as deep as it could. Then he shoved it all the way in, balls deep and stood still. There was nothing at first, then I felt his cock swell up and pulse, then another pulse. “I’m cumming,” he said, then another pulse. “Fuck, take that load white boy.” And another two pulses. This dude was shooting me full of his load. I felt my orgasm start deep in the middle of my soul and erupt through my loins and out of my cock; without even touching myself. What was better, as I spasmed my ass constricted with each squirt around that big black cock. We both froze while recovering. “Psst, Marcus, get over here, man.” Marcus reappeared from the crowd and stood next to Curtis. Man I just filled our boy here full.” Marcus, said, “I told you, you owed me, man, time to pay up.” With that Curtis slowly pulled his long cock out of me and stepped aside. Curtis walked to the front of me and leaned over and spread my butt cheeks apart. His semi hard dripping cock was right in front of me and made its way right to my mouth. I felt Marcus kneel down and start licking my hole. It felt like silk on my abused over-fucked ass. Curtis told me to feed it back to Marcus. “Give him what he needs, boy.” With that I could feel Curtis load start to seep out and Marcus went wild and ate me like a wild man. I finished cleaning up Curtis’ cock and Marcus finished up with my ass. I stood up and looked for my cloths which had gotten scattered, found my poppers and wiped cum from my face with my shirt. Curtis leaned over and kissed me deeply and said, “Dude, I want your digits, this is going to happen again.” Marcus and Curtis walked off through the crowd on their way out. I finished getting dressed and walked back out to the ally completely understanding why the Dick Dock is the talk of this town. I get off on your comments.

I’ve had a couple buds put 2+2 together but I don’t get the sense they know how big a whore I am. One bud saw me leave a bathroom with a guy at the Harry Hines Bazaar and go get in his truck. The bathrooms there are kind of a well known hookup spot and he asked me who the guy was and what I was doing. He knows I’m gay and he caught me off guard asking the question and my answer was pretty weak and he called me out asking if it was a hookup. I quickly denied it but he laughed saying he was teasing but that now he was sure it was a hookup and kept laughing and teasing me. But he also gave me props saying he didn’t think I had it in me to do something like that and then the “dad lecture” about how risky it is hooking up with strangers. He still teases me about hooking up with strangers but I don’t give a shit. Two other buds got a similar experience when we went to Schlitterbahn for my one buds birthday. Both know I’m gay and they were razzing me once they realized I was checking out other guys there. It developed into the “what type of guy are you into” and them pointing out guys to me and asking me how often I had sex which is always kind of off limits for me. They both talk openly about their sex lives and find it weird I don’t. They got into talking about how much easier it would be to hook up with a guy at the park as we could just take it into a bathroom but if they wanted to mess around with a girl it would be tricky. I knew I better not give any details on my sex life as they’d just want to ask more questions. I’d been making eye contact with a guy I thought was hot earlier in the day and it seemed wherever we went there he was too but I didn’t say anything to my buds. He’s that typical lanky blonde Anglo there’s a lot of in Texas. As we got our lunch and found a table he came over and asked if we minded that he joined as there weren’t any tables. We let him join and we introduced ourselves and got to talking. He was sitting next to me and rubbing his leg against mine in a way I recognized. We chatted a while and finished lunch and I said I needed to use the bathroom and the blonde kid (Kaden) said he needed to go and we both went off to the bathroom. Needless to say it wasn’t just taking a piss, we wound up in a stall with him busting two loads inside me raw and me blowing one inside him that way too. As we went back to the table Kyle asked if we minded him hanging out with us as he was alone and so we spent the rest of the afternoon with Kyle tagging along. A little later in the afternoon we ducked into a bathroom again and bred each other. He was curious if my buds played with guys or not and seemed disappointed when I said they didn’t. I was pretty shocked as I didn’t guess Kyle was a pig wanting to take turns getting drilled by three guys. As we headed back out he thanked us for letting him join and that he had to leave. As soon as he did my buds laid into me with questions and I admitted we messed around in the bathroom but didn’t go into details. They wouldn’t let it go and started asking how big his dick was, did we kiss, who did what to who, and so on. I lied and said we didn’t fuck, but they started razzing me like they usually do. The funny thing was they didn’t get on me for hooking up with a random guy I didn’t know but more for proving that it’s easier for gay guys to get action and asking if I did that a lot. I lied and said I didn’t and it was the other guy who made the move on me. They still razz me calling me player and asking me if I’ve picked up any guys lately.

Part 8 I wasn’t sure if it was from Pain or Joy. I knew the Kid was feeling no real pain yet. I looked over and saw the 2 guys we expected standing there watching, They were grabbing each others crouches and smiling. The two visitors walked over and stared checking the kid out. Both of them started taking off their cloths. One had a leather harness under his cloths. IT was the kind that went over the shoulders and around the chest and waist and down between the legs and up around the ass. It looked sexy as hell. MY friend recovered enough to pull out of the Kids ass. Some pink cum ripped out. Both guys saw that and the smiled at each other. My friend took the Marker and put a line On the cheek that was marked POZ. The one with Leather walked in front of the Kid and put his cock in front of his face. The kid opened his mouth and the cock went in. His cock was bigger than ours and I knew the guys wanted a dee throat. This would take some training for the Kid. I was surprised he got most of it n on the first try. He started gaging and the guys was talking to him telling him it was alright and that he would learn. Here is a Kid that a couple ours ago didn’t like to suck at all and now was taking at least 7” down his throat and trying for more.. His partner was checking out the other end. He said there was at least one big load in that ass. I told him the kid had a couple in there, plus a load of Chem Piss. The guy said he seemed to be coming down some. I told him he was due to get a it more. The guy said I hoped you would say that. He produced a Point, it looked to be about a .5 , maybe more. He said this will send him into orbit. They released the kids arms and helped him sit up on the bench. I gave the kid some water to drink and they grabbed his arm and tied it off. The kid was watching this and started asking what they were doing. I stopped them for a minute. I asked the Kid if he was having fun, he said “YES”, I asked him if he wanted to stop now. He immediately said “ NO”. I told the kid that this would get him higher, he got a big smile on his face. I told the kid to get ready to see the stars.

I wish I wouldn’t think at all during sex and would just switch off my brain and fuck brainless on every encounter. Only in rare cases, when the act itself or the guy/guys was/were extraordinarily hot, I remember having sex without thinking anything at all and seeing the famous stars. Those were encounters when I didn’t even realize when I would start to cum or if I already have finished cumming. I would just keep on fucking like an animal, not realizing my dick has already stopped shooting. During those moments I don’t even moan but I also use to say weird things that I don’t remember afterwards, and my bottoms remind me of the stupid things they claim me to have said 😄 (One of those things were e.g. calling the guys I was fucking names of other guys I had in mind… 🙈 … or making proposals to be my fuck buddy forever… suddenly switching the language that I was speaking making my bottoms irritated because they couldn’t understand me anymore… 😶… or whatever). I love this kind of out-of-your-mind-sex, in the retrospective they appear in the memory like some diffuse fever caused delirium. I wish there was a formula to ignite this very kind of brainless sex in which you wouldn’t think at all. This only happens unplanned and without control, all on its own. Apart from that, when I do think something, or even think too much, it reflects many of those that has been stated here in this thread before.

Had a random night free last night and decided to go to ESC to take some random cock and cum. It was a very light night and the handful of guys there seemed to be waiting for their dream guy or they were bottoms as well. I did end up riding an older daddy’s cock before he decided to leave. And before I gave up for the night, a tall former frat bro looking guy circled my room. He was a little hesitant, asking if I was “clean” and I informed him I was on PrEP and that I tested in the past two months. Convinced, he stepped in my room saying ok, he’d fuck me. He wanted me to eat his ass first and then decided he wanted me to fuck him first. He at first asked if I had a condom, but then didn’t push the issue when I rubbed my raw cock against his hole. While he was tight, he’s obviously taken cock before. It didn’t take me long before I stealthed inside him, but I continued to fuck him and my cum deep inside him. As I started to soften, I pulled out and feigned that I was cumming. With his bussy pounded, he was ready to return the favor. Unfortunately he grabbed a condom and started to roll it on his cock. He seemed to think about it and asked me again if I was clean. I reiterated and told him he can fuck me raw and cum inside. That was enough for him. I got on all fours, took a deep hit of poppers and felt him enter me to the balls. Fuck, it hurt, but I was in desperate need for a thorough fucking and he didn’t disappoint. His fucking style reminded me of all the frat bro types that used to fuck me in college when their girlfriends were away. His cock thrust into me hard, quick and rough. Until his balls tightened up and he shot his load deep in my hole, while I came again, a satisfied cum dump. He pulled out, while I recovered and then he grabbed his towel and took off. My hole is still sore from last night, but sometimes that’s the price you pay to earn a load of cum inside you.

Part 1 - Tainted Seed☣🌱 | Part 2 - 🏞️Lecherous Burgeon🌿 _____ Part 3 - 🪓Fallen Branches🌲 Scrolling down the list of profiles on BBRT, Patrick couldn't help but fondle himself through the cloth with his shaft leaking a viscous precum onto the dressing gown. His inability to observe a more casual decency was scorned with a subtle eye roll as the doctor came into the room. Dr. Folmes tried to be casual and ignore the patient’s fondling of himself as the doctor looked at his chart, but nearly dropped it when he saw the size of the bulge projecting under the dressing gown. “Jesus Patrick, what the hell did you catch this time.” The patient hastily tried to put his hand away and position himself in what he thought could be appropriate but now that his hand wasn’t shielding the area it became more apparent how much his balls had swollen. Dr. Folmes put on a pair of gloves a bit hurriedly before he gestured for Patrick to lift the gown. “Let me take a look.” “I know, every time I come to see you, I fucked up.” Patrick joked as he delicately lifted the edge of his patient gown. The doctor nearly gagged as he saw the semen substance seeming to stick to the gown as it parted away from the enormous balls; swelling to 3 times bigger than when he last remembered seeing his habitual patient. Very cautiously he felt one side of the testicular sack as it gleamed red in the office light, and surprisingly it didn't seem tense like he expected it to; rather reacting normally as if it wasn't strained or under pressure. He lightly applied pressure before asking “do you feel any pain?” Patrick took a moment to measure the force he felt before he shook his head. “No, feels normal when you do that. It’s just that...” Patrick hesitated but promptly spat out when the doctor gestured him to. “They feel heavy.” “Well with how big they’ve gotten that’s no surprise-” “No no I mean-...how do you describe it.” Patrick bit his lip before he tried to explain. “It’s not like they’re forcefully pulling down my groin, but rather a different kind of pressure. Almost like your stomach when you’re hungry; you feel the weight of your gut begging for food even though you know it’s nowhere near full.” The doctor tried to picture it as he grabbed a swab and took a sample from Patrick’s urethrae before calling to the door. “Nathan! Can I have you bring a specimen container?” Turning back to his patient while sounding him he tried to put to image what he had just heard. “So, it feels like you’re hungry, but your gut feeling is in your balls?” Biting his lip again Patrick tried once more. “Sort of, but it’s not like I’m hungry. It’s just that ‘weight’ or ‘draw’ I guess you feel when you know you’re hungry, but you don’t know what you’re wanting to eat.” Dr. Folmes delicately sounded Patrick’s dick with the swab, causing Patrick to partly be stimulated and prompting an even further swelling between his legs. Surprised that it looked like it could even get bigger he contemplated having Patrick admitted to the hospital but the door opened as Nathan hurried in with the specimen container. “Sir, the patient in room 8 is growing beyond impatient-whoa!” Normally Nathan avoided eye contact with Patrick, his history of perverted flirts made the nurse uncomfortable but he couldn’t help but stare at Patrick’s engorged cock before a sensation abruptly hit him. He took a small inhale through his nostrils before opening the containers for Dr. Folme’s to discard the swabs into, only simply smiling at Patrick. The doctor didn’t even give Patrick a chance to say anything witty in response to Nathan’s presence. “Put a rush on these samples and be sure to flag it for the county department to review. Please also submit a prescription for azithromycin for Mr. Teal and go ahead and prepare a dose of ceftriaxone. I’ll deal with the queen in room 8 in the meantime.” Nathan sealed the container before nodding and as he left the room he simply emitted that same smile at Patrick as he gracefully backed up through the door and closed it; almost setting Patrick off in a creepy manner. With him gone and the doctor typing up something on his tablet, he finally remarked. “Didn’t realize he was a size queen...” “Huh?” Dr. Folmes asked but realizing what it meant he shrugged it off. “Oh...well my main concern here is if you need to be admitted and observed. Despite the skin color, it doesn’t appear the organ is under intense strain. Any other symptoms I should know about to include?” “Not anything off the top of my head.” “Good, if there is any change for the worse, new symptoms, or anything new develops promptly head to be admitted to the hospital; I’ll include an admittance with your prescription just in case but I’m hoping we caught whatever this is in time before it gets worse. Whatever it is, I don’t think I need to stress how important it is that you refrain from any further sexual activity, understood?” “I doubt I’d even be able to try with how big it’s gotten.” Patrick replied as the doctor hurriedly left to tend to the other patient. Patrick was wondering if he should go back and inquire with the man he'd fucked at the park but remembering the sensations of his cock diving fully erect into that sloppy cum dump hole only aroused him further. He nearly jumped realizing that Nathan was back in the room with a syringe and immediately went to shield his groin from the straining erection from the nurse’s sight. “Oh, don't worry, remember how you flashed it at me last time?” The nurse rolled his eyes before reaching for Patrick's arm to administer the syringe. “What's that?” “Antibiotic to get ahead of the ‘infection’”. Nathan used his fingers to emphasize the quote which Patrick found odd. He almost wanted to flinch and pull away his arm but reassured himself that the nurse was helping to serve his best needs. There was barely a prick as Nathan took care to make sure he didn't cause any discomfort before he applied a bandage and gave the same smile from earlier. “The front desk will have your prescription for the oral medication. I'll leave you be to get dressed...not that we would want you to of course.” With that the nurse took his leave, Patrick couldn't help but look at the bandage with a sense of paranoia thinking that something was off. He didn't waste more time before putting his clothes back on and briskly walking out of the office and avoiding eye contact with Nathan as he made his way to the lobby. Nathan grinned as he saw the patient leave, taking great care to seal up the lab results to be shipped for priority. He printed the express shipping label before applying to the sealed package. Throwing away the trash from the packaging, Nathan made sure that it covered up the swab and samples that were just taken from Patrick to make sure that Dr. Folmes didn't see. He was wondering what ploy would likely work on his boss to go for lunch at the park perhaps the next day. Patrick couldn't help but slowly tap his fingers on the desk as he stood on hold with the conference call. He was agitated, his cock straining painfully beneath the desk as he drank from his water bottle before checking his mobile phone for the 3rd time that morning. He exhaled in frustration as saw no reply or notification from his doctor's office and he quickly sent an IM to a colleague. “Could they waste anymore of our time making us wait?!” He saw the IM pop up an animation that his colleague was typing a response as he pulled up an app seeing some unread messages. He looked up finally hearing the notification sound and read. “Yeah, they took 10 minutes up front last time I had a meeting with this client. But dare I ask, are you feeling okay?” Patrick rolled his eyes before standing up to look over his cubicle with a glare. His colleague James spotted him before quickly typing to clarify: “You look a bit pale...sort of and you just seem really tense. Doctors’ office still hasn't called back?” Patrick typed back quickly. “No, they haven't. And I've called in but keep getting the run around...I wonder if that nurse decided to get spiteful with all the previous flirts I sassed him with.” “Nathan? Nah, I go to the same doctor’s office. And I doubt he’d be that low.” James assured him. Patrick couldn’t help but see several messages from some flirts and frequent hookups that were asking if he was available or why he wasn’t responding for a quickie. He was thinking to maybe take a smoke break even though he wasn’t a daily smoker to try and ease the anxiety but James suggested a more attractive alternative. “I know that this is suggesting something a bit.... low but you seem pent up worse than last time. What about inquiring with Cypher to help you find some relief?” Normally Patrick would be quick to criticize his colleague for making a suggestion so blatantly, but he had a point. Cypher was a sleazy cum dump who worked as a freelancer for different companies in the building. He exploited this opportunity to avoid HR issues for his impromptu hookups in discreet areas such as the parking garage or bathroom stalls. Patrick also frequently saw him at a popular video arcade to cruise the variety of men looking for a cheap and quick thrill that Cypher was all more than happy to fulfill. It wasn’t long before Patrick felt his dick twitch and he had started to type “Cover for me-” back to James before the client finally picked up on the other line. “Hey there! Sorry, we ran a bit over on our last meeting-” “I’m afraid we’re going to have to reschedule to when you can figure out how to not piss me off by actually making it to a conference call within decent punctuality and stop wasting my time with lazy excuses.” He hung up the line and didn’t even bother to finish the IM to James as he locked his PC and grabbed his phone. He saw James’ face in complete shock as he saw Patrick make his way to the elevator. Checking his phone, he confirmed exactly where the cum dump was. It was only 15 minutes before noon and he could see the profile for Cypher was still within proximity and based on the distance was likely near tower 2 at his favorite spot. Patrick didn’t even bother to shield the erection furiously straining against his pants prompting a clear uncomfortable reaction from the other 2 men in the elevator. When one couldn’t stop shooting glances at Patrick he bluntly stated. “If you keep looking at it like that, then you’re riding the wrong shaft down and the other guy may want to get out ASAP.” Both jaws dropped but when nothing was said Patrick hit the button for the next floor down in time, prompting it to abruptly stop and open. The agitated man glared at the other when there was no movement and another glare to a woman who was about to join them before Patrick held up a hand to notion no entry. Sure enough, the one getting stared at frustratingly got out and the look of sheer panic immediately formed upon the looming victim’s face. At the last possible moment he dashed forward right as the elevator doors were closing leaving Patrick alone in near rage as he ferociously banged a fist into the sliding door. “FUCKING TEASE!” Patrick yelled hoping they could hear him on the other side as the elevator continued down. He froze, realizing he’d actually dented the door with a bit of force and pulled his fist back in shock. He couldn’t believe that he had just tried to rape a man in the elevator like that and let alone punched stainless steel metal like that. He was starting to breathe heavily to try to calm down before he heard a notification on his phone. As if fate was testing his focus, it was an alert from Cypher’s profile. Patrick read: “Saw you checking out my profile; needing a quick blow?” Patrick’s fear immediately subsided before responding as the door screeched open now thanks to Patrick’s punch. He walked rapidly out, past the stares of people trying to enter but noticing the door wasn’t fully opening while he messaged back. “Needing to fuck, BAD. You’re at your typical spot?” Patrick walked past the front desk of the gym located in the tower on the ground floor. He just simply said “Forgot my badge, you know I have a pass” as an employee tried to stop him once he walked past the entrance point. They didn’t dare impede the man’s path as he made his way directly to the shower rooms and back to the stalls. He tried to open the one he usually found Cypher in but before he realized it was locked, he could smell the scent that calmed him: lust. He listened past the environment noises by the other patrons and could hear the faint thud and panting of another man thrusting into Cypher. Patrick grinned, realizing he’d finally found something that would help his relief. Patrick’s composure had calmed strangely. He waited, patiently for the man to finish and in time he could sense the unknown breeder’s climax arriving as he heard the groans and breathing increase. That final gasp cued the thuds to cease and he barely waited 30 seconds before Patrick grabbed the handle and ripped the stall door open. “What the hell!” A janitor he knew shielded his groin, attempting to cover his spent 11-inch shaft from Patrick before he immediately tucked it as best he could and fled out; leaving Cypher in surprised shock with his phone in hand and pants down. Patrick wasted no time in stepping in, attempting to close the stall door but with the lock busted a slight gap was visible but he didn’t care. “Patrick...I just sent you a message. I’m actually a bit sore from Tim’s dick just now and don’t think I can-...” Cypher nearly dropped the phone in fear. He saw Patrick glare at him as the cum dump was cornered in the stall. Eyes met and he could see a faint green glow from them in the dim lighting of the locker room stall before Patrick’s hands reached down and retrieved the straining shaft from his groin. It was red with blood pumping it with excessive amounts of hormones and testosterone where the girth had swollen almost twice as large when Cypher had seen it last. Not to mention the balls that appeared three times prior as their owner fondled them. “Well, I think you can; especially with his cum lubing up your hole perfectly.” Only movement was with Patrick’s hand as he fondled his swollen junk as Cypher nearly whimpered in fear and couldn’t move. He didn’t have to before Patrick grabbed onto his shoulder, turned him around and bent him forward before impaling his cock mercilessly into the sloppy hole. The impaled victim yelled out “FUCK!” in reaction before Patrick covered Cypher’s mouth to attempt to stifle as much noise. “Don’t mind if I do” grunted Patrick as he proceeded to wreck the pig’s hole somehow even further. Cypher gripped the handle on the stall wall as he tried his best to relax with the sudden intrusion and was wondering if he should try to bite Patrick’s hand and attempt to flee. But fear quelled that notion as he closed his eyes and tried his best not to tense. The swollen shaft plowed deep inside him and he was grateful at least that Tim had just left a 4-day load in him to at the very least apply a little lubricant to prepare him. But that substance was slowly starting to deplete as the starved dick started to absorb it. “Finally!” Patrick whispered between pants as he felt the strain and ‘hunger’ start to subside while he forcefully thrusted his abnormal meat deeper into Cypher's slutty ass. With each thrust the suction appeared to increase in the pig’s hole, providing little comfort for the friction and Cypher was starting to notice that each plow to his ass was starting to get a little more painful. He teared up a bit as he felt his ass collapsing in a vacuum state around his assailant’s cock which initially did strike pain but also a closer trigger to his prostate that slowly caused the bottom’s dick to firm and leak precum. “What the hell-” Cypher mumbled into Patrick's hand as he felt conflicted. He had been raped before and didn't fantasize about it so he couldn’t grasp just why he was getting turns on by this event. His ass more conformed to the dick impaled in his ass, feeling more like a flexible sleeve that met with Patrick's thrusts to allow such vicious gestures without causing immense tissue strain. The changes allowed Cypher to better enjoy this fucking to where he abruptly started cumming hands free and squeezing down on the cock. Patrick groaned as he finally achieved orgasm and release from the tension that had burdened him for two days. His mind finally clear and no longer bothered by the straining or hunger from his cock slowly focused on what had just happened and he gasped. With slight difficulty he pulled out of Cypher; having to gesture back as his cock escaped the suction it had created with a pop. “Fuck what have I done?!” Cypher could barely hold himself up as he looked back at his assailant and grew wide eyed at Patrick’s groin. His erection had barely eased since it’s climax but the more noticeable abnormality was the size of Patrick’s ball sack. Both testicle’s appeared to be the size of large grapefruit barely able to fit back into pants as Patrick frantically attempted to put himself together. He ended up having to rely on his belt to keep his pants upright and covering his bulging junk as he stumbled out of the stall where a security guard had arrived along with Tim the janitor. “Good morning Sir, I’m going to have to-” Patrick didn’t waste any time in his frantic state to push past the two and flee. The guard pursued him while Tim came over to check on Cypher who was just in a bewildered state. “Jesus, I’m so sorry man. Are you okay?” The janitor offered his hand to lift Cypher up and he simply just stared at Tim before he realized the typical sensation after a fucking was amiss. The cum dump reached between his cheeks and was shocked to find that his hole was dry. “That....is unexpected...” Cypher checked his hand to assure himself that he hadn’t just simply gone numb. And yet weirdly his ass did not appear to be sore from Tim’s previous breeding but he was a bit conflicted feeling like that load had been stolen. Tim didn’t think much more of Cypher’s reaction as he simply thought he might be in shock but Cypher simply waved any gesture for the need to relieve any distress from the event. “Would you mind letting building maintenance know that they can charge the repair costs for the stall door to my expense? Wouldn’t be the first time doing this damaged property right?” He started to walk out before Tim grabbed him thinking he needed to be observed in a state of shock but as his eyes met he saw unexpected determination. “I can assure you Tim I’m fine, Patrick tends to enjoy....well a bit of role play I guess is what you can call it.” With that Cypher walked off, curiosity looming in his mind as he left the concerned janitor.

Part 7 I pulled it out and it was wet, some pink KY was showing. I knew it was doing what I thought it would. Getting him ready for all his presents. One of the things he asked me last week was did Tina up the ass really burn like the stories. It was time he found out. With the head of the dildo in his ass I took some ground tina and rubbed it on the pink lubed dildo and worked it back up his ass. He stared to make a sound like he was enjoying it. We had moved a mirror onto the floor so I could see his face. This was done for both me and the camera, nothing like seeing an ass taking something and the face of the victim. I worked the Tina lased dildo up his ass. Suddenly his face went from bliss to horror, he said “ Shit, that Burns a lot “. I said “you wanted to feel the burn” . I turned the dildo side ways so it could mash the Tina into his ass. Again I heard the high pitch squeal. I pumped the toy up his ass while twisting it. I pulled it out and it was bright pink. I held it in front of the kid and I told him he now as a cunt. I asked him if he knew why and he said no. I told him because he must be having his period. He groaned and said yes. I told him he was now fertile and not to worry. I had plans for him. I asked him if he was ready to stop and he said ‘ Not sure “. I leaned over him and with one hand stared fingering his ass gently with a cooling lube we used. I stared tweaking his nipples with the other. I was asking him if he still wanted to stop, He said everything really felt great and wanted more. When he was saying this my friend walked around us and I felt his finger caressing my ass. This was an unexpected pleasure. Then I felt something going up my ass. I knew it was his injector and knew he was bumping me. I looked at him and he said not to worry, it was one of his mixtures, Tina and a little something else. He started pushing his lubed cock up my ass, it felt great. I was moaning some and old the Kid I was getting what he wanted. He said he wanted fucked. I reminded him that my friend was Toxic and he said he didn’t care. By that time my friend was hitting bottom in me. He pulled out and walked around and moved my fingers and then Push the cock that was just n me up the kids ass. He worked until he was balls deep. I walked around in front of the Kid. My cock was all tingly and I wanted it sucked. I pushed in the kids mouth and this time he took me to the base. I knew I was getting hard again and looked at my friend and he smiled at me. I am not sure what was in that bump but my hair was on fire, my ass was hungry and my cock was hard as iron. He said it was a mix he found on one of his trips to Japan. He fucked the kid easy and once in while he would go deep. I pulled out of his mouth and grabbed the phone and started Videoing the kid getting his first POZ and Toxic load. The kid was making all sorts of noises. My friend said he wasn’t going to last long so I handed him the phone to Video his cock splitting the young Fags ass. He asked this Kid if he really wanted his toxic load. The kid said yes, almost leading with him for it. I reached behind my friend, Pushed my thumb up his ass and squeezed his nut sack. He roared and stabbed the Kid with his cock, the Kid in turn squealed. My friend said Loudly “ Take my POZ load you Fagot slut, Your HIV + now “. The Kid was almost crying when he said “ Thank you Sir”. I wasn’t sure if it was from Pain or Joy. I knew the Kid was feeling no real pin yet. I looked over and saw the 2 guys we expected standing there watching, They were grabbing each others crouches and smiling.

When a bottom has a tiny useless cock it’s like they really had no choice but to bottom out for real men. But when a cumdump has a big cock, he was born with options but has realized the reason he exists is to be a cock receptacle. A body with a couple of fuckholes that was born to service men sexually and take our loads inside them. Faggot who know they were born to be used by horny males are the best fucktools.

You little piggy 😉

"I hope it takes"

Sitting across the kitchen island from my best friend and his new boyfriend pretending I couldn’t tell my best friend was getting fingered was not how I had thought my night would go when I was invited to this dinner party. Mike and I were about the same age, I was 24, and he 25. We had graduated college together and both moved to NYC from the Midwest about a year ago. Like most gay boys do when they come to the city we had gone through a slutty period, bringing boys home all the time, and occasionally hooking up with each other. That had all stopped about a month ago when Mike met Jack. Jack was in his early forties, big and buff with a bald head, thick beard, and an obvious mat of chest hair. Mike had immediately stopped spending as much time at home when they met, sleeping more and more often at Jack’s place. When he did come back to the apartment he was coy about what they had been up to but strongly implied that he had been fucked to within an inch of his life most nights. I wasn’t jealous but I certainly missed my friend. I had been excited when Mike said that Jack wanted to get to know his friends and was arranging a little dinner. Things had started out very casual, we had a drink in the living room; Jack told us a little about his best friend who was on the way; and we eventually moved into the kitchen so Jack could do some more cooking while we waited on his friend to arrive. Now, with Jack’s friend almost an hour late I was sipping on a beer chatting with the two of them across the island while Jack’s hands were clearly down Mike’s pants and at least one finger was deep inside Mike’s hole. Mike and I both advertised that we were vers but leaned more towards being bottoms, and while I was a little shocked at what I was seeing I was also kind of turned on. I hadn’t seen Jack lube his hand in any way before sliding it down Mike’s pants which made me think Mike was already lubed up before this started. I wondered if it was just lube or if Mike had a fresh load in his hole too. My cock twitched at the thought. It was right around then that the door buzzer went off and Jack slid his hand out of Mike’s pants to answer it. Before I could ask Mike about what had just happened, Jack came back into the kitchen saying his best friend had just arrived and was walking up. Erik was almost a carbon copy of Jack except he had a close-cropped hair cut instead of a shaved head. He wore a black leather vest open over a white t-shirt that did nothing to hide his broad chest, erect nipples and massive amounts of chest hair. To say he was hot is a wild understatement. “Hi boys,” he said, his voice low and warm. He gave Jack a big hung and a kiss then the same to Mike. The way Mike leaned into the kiss I suspected that Mike knew Erik better than he had let on when inviting me to dinner. Jack set Erik and I up with drinks and then left us in the living room to chat while he and Mike finished up getting dinner ready. Erik and I sat on the large couch making small talk and sipping beers. His one arm was up on the back of the couch, and I could just see through the arm hole of his t-shirt a dark furry pit. My cock twitched. This man was every one of my fantasies combined. Erik was funny, and the conversation flowed easily despite how often my glance drifted downward to the bulge in his black jeans. We both stopped talking however when we heard a low grunt from the kitchen followed by a whimper. I cocked my head to the side listening. “Sounds like Jack couldn’t wait till we left to dump another load into your buddy.” I blanched at how bluntly Erik had put it but there was no denying the muffled sounds of fucking coming from the kitchen. We listened as the sounds got rougher and Erik started to rub his crotch. “If they don’t finish soon I’ll have to whip this out and jerk off,” he said, “Unless you’ve got a better idea.” Just then the unmistakable sound of a stifled climax occurred, and a minute later Mike came out of the kitchen looking a little flushed announcing that dinner was ready. The dinner itself was delicious, and totally unscandalous. We talked about our jobs, where Mike and I had gone to school, how Erik and Jack had met years ago, families, pets, goals. It was really fun, and totally wholesome. After dinner Jack moved us back to the living room, and got everyone another round of drinks. Erik and I settled ourselves back on the couch, though he was sitting just a little bit closer this time, and his outstretched arm almost brushed my shoulders when I shifted back on the cushions. Mike and Jack too a smaller love seat and Jack’s hand immedicably ran down Mike’s back and once more slid down his shorts. Eventually the conversation turned to Erik saying to me “So do you have a boyfriend cutie?” “No I’m single just now. I’ve been going on dates, of course, but no one special.” “How,” asked Jack incredulously, “you’re adorable.” I blushed. “Oh leave him alone,” Mike came to my defense and pushed Jack lightly on the shoulder, “he’s not done with his slut phase yet.” “Cause you are?” Jack said jokingly, and flexed his fingers inside of Mike causing him to moan. “No,” he said without embarrassment, “I just found someone who likes me being a slut.” “Damn right.” Jack pulled Mike out of his seat and onto his lap, and kissed him deeply. They started to make. Erik’s hand slid off the back of the couch and only my shoulder, “Come here boy, I don’t care if you’re a slut. In fact, I like my boys slutty.” He pulled me towards him and into a wet kiss. I melted into his arms. I felt a little taken aback at how quickly the evening had changed but Erik was so hot that I didn’t really mind. I let his big hands explore my body, and slowly pull off my shirt as my hands found his big erect nipples and started to play with them. He growled into my mouth, “Keep playing with my nips boy and you’re going to end up with my load in your hole.” I bit his lip softly and started to play with his nipples even more. He growled again, and practically tore my shirt off of me. When our kiss broke so my shirt could come off over my head I saw that Mike had already been stripped down to a jock and was on his knees with his face buried in Jack’s crotch. Jack had also lost his shirt revealing his massive pecs, pierced nipples, and salt and pepper fur covered body. God Mike is lucky I thought. “Look at how open and wet your friend’s hole looks,” Erik whispered in my ear. He was right Mike’s hole look more used that I had ever seen it before, even after we had just fucked. “I bet you wish your hole looked like that right now. Used, and wet. Open and full of cum.” “Yes Sir,” I moaned. I wasn’t really sure why I called him Sir but it felt right. “Mike, go undress your friend for Eric,” Jack said and pushed Mike off of his dick. As it sprung from Mike’s mouth I was shocked. Jack had an eight-inch cock that had to be as thick as a soda can, and it had all been hidden inside Mike’s mouth. He had always been a good cock sucked but damn. Mike stood up and walked over to me. The pouch of his jock bulged but didn’t quite make the outline of his dick as I knew it. He kissed me deeply, then smiled, and undid my pants. He pulled them down and tossed them aside as I stepped out of them. Then he did the same thing with my briefs. I was now the only one completely naked and I felt exposed as my hard dick slapped my stomach. Erik spun me around, he had taken off his vest and shirt. His nipples stood out from the thick covering of black chest hair that swirled across his torso. My gaze drifted downward to his bulging crotch and my mouth watered. Without being told to I dropped to my knees and started unbuttoning his pants. “Erik, don’t forget the house rules,” I heard Jack saying, “You breed a boy in my house that means I get to use him when you’re done.” “After the number of loads I’ve dropped in your boy it seems only fair.” So Erik had been fucking Mike too I thought, as I worked his jeans down past his knees to pull them off, and if I kept going they were both going to fuck me tonight. I pulled Erik’s jock aside without a second thought and swallowed his fat, blunt mushroom head. “Well I think he likes the sound of that too,” Erik said, “Do you want your best friend’s man and I to breed your hole?” I nodded, never taking Erik’s dick from my mouth. “Good boy. Mike said you’d be fun.” Mike had set this up? I’d have to thank him later. Erik’s dick was growing in my mouth, I had no idea how long it was but it was thick and I wanted it deep inside my hole. I had always like giving head but ultimately preferred to get pounded. “Get up boy, and bend over the couch. Your little friend is going to put on a show for you while I get you hole ready for my cock.” I stood up, and moved around the couch so I could rest my chest and arms on the back with my ass stuck out. Erik got behind me and spread my cheeks wide with his rough hands. I felt his warm breath and then his tongue flicked over my hole. I groaned. It was a loud moan from Mike that drew me out of my ecstasy to look over and see him siding down on Jack’s fat raw cock. He was facing Jack and I had a perfect view as his slightly hairy hole widened and stretched to accommodate the massive dick sliding in. Mike slid down with ease, he was obviously use to this cock, and full of cum it turned out. He started to ride and the loads already inside his hole frothed around the invading member. Erik was hammering away at my hole with his tongue. I felt like I was becoming putty in his hands, my knees were shaking and I was desperately horny. “Look at how Mike’s hole just opens up for me now boy,” Jake said over Mike’s shoulder, “The first time I met you, you said you were used to taking big cocks didn’t you boy?” “Yes Sir,” Mike panted. “That wasn’t true though. It took almost a week of me fucking your to get you hole open enough for me to just slide in.” “Yes Sir.” “Now you’re my horny little slut aren’t you.” “Yes Sir.” “You love it so much you wanted our best friend to get a taste of being a cumdump didn’t you.” “Yes Sir.” “Turn around and take off your jock. Show off what a slut you really are.” Mike got up, dropped his jock and turned around. I realized why his bulge had looked weird in his jock. His cock was locked up tight in a clear plastic cage. I felt my hole twitch around Erik’s invading tongue. “He likes that,” Erik said from behind me, “I just felt his pussy quiver.” Jack pulled Mike back onto his lap, and I watched as his cock vanished into my best friend. Mike locked eyes with me and smiled as he squatted over his man’s cock and started to ride it. “How,” I stammered, trying to speak between the moans Erik was forcing out of me, “How long have you been caged.” “Three weeks,” Mike said, only a little out of breath, “Jack said it would help me focus on taking his cock, and he was right. I haven’t cum since and all I can think about is his cock.” “Don’t lie Mike,” Jake said laughingly, “It’s not just my cock. You had two loads in your hole before you got here today. The truth is, locking up Mike’s cock made him into an absolutely insatiable cum whore. He’ll take anyone’s load now.” “Yes Sir.” My hole twitched again, and Erik let out a low grunt of appreciation. “And now you’re going to watch us turn your best friend into a horny little cumdump too, aren’t you baby.” “Yes Sir.” “So here’s the deal boy,” Jake said, Mike still riding his cock, “Erik here is in need of a boy of his own, as much as I like sharing Mike.” I felt Erik’s tongue leave my hole and felt his hands on my hips now. He was rubbing his slick cock against my well tongues hole as Erik spoke. “So he’s going to spend some time getting to know your hole. Then I’ll take a crack at it, and really make sure you have what it takes to be a cumdump for my best friend. After that we’ll see where the night takes us. If in the morning you and Erik decide it’s the right fit, we’ll lock your cock away too and you’ll be his. Sound good.” “Yes Sir,” I answered. “Good,” Erik said and then sank the first four inches of his cock inside me.

skin on skin and the top getting some ass that he needs, using me for his pleasure and ownership!

If I can’t encourage him to take it off, nor will he take my raw cock up his ass, I’m out of there. I’d rather do without than fuck with a condom. I’ve done it before and I will do it again…left him standing there, shocked and with blue balls.

when my uncle found out I was whoring myself out online (including to a couple of his buddies) it turned out to be the best thing for a natural born cumdumpster. he trained me to be a true pussyboy and showed me how to get as many loads as I want.

I lost my virginity at 14 to a lad in my class at school, we were the only two who ever worked out in the school gym before school. It happened in the showers and it was bareback. Being the 1980’s everything was secret but we regularly fucked and always bareback. After him I started using condoms whether giving or receiving but it was never as enjoyable. It wasn’t until I was in my mid 30’s when a mate introduced me to the seedier gay club scene that I found myself with a horny stranger in a dark area of the club gagging for this guys cock & gave it too me! No interruption in the flow and it was amazing. I’d forgotten how good it felt to have that uninterrupted flow of sexual lust and having a guy cum inside me again. Likewise I’d forgotten how good it felt having that warm moist feeling on my cock and the increased pleasure of fucking bareback and breeding. I’ve barebacked ever since.

I don't feel the spunk filling me I feel the cocks pulsing throbs as the sperms are forced thro its length and spurted out of the tip. God I love feeling that as I know I have pleased him fully.

Keep the feedback coming, guys. xxx Chapter 2. I continued, sharing more of me and my boyfriend’s naughty devolution with Andy… My boy and I took a vacation to Key West a few months after getting back from Spain, where he’d let me breed him with three anonymous loads. Unsurprisingly, at our clothing-optional resort, something similarly raunchy happened. My boy and I were rolling around in our room and decided to go to the second floor maze area of the main building. I bent my boy over and ate his hole as other guests strolled by. I rawfucked my boy while three guys gathered and jerked off. The first guy, early 60s with a furry belly, jerked his big uncut cock and asked if my boy would take his cock. I started to pull out to give my boy the chance to answer. He was clearly conflicted, so turned to his slutty desire while also holding back a bit. The guy said, ‘make up your mind. I’m gonna cum!’ My boy groaned and hissed, ‘cum on his dick!’ And the stranger did. He shot five big slimy globs of seed right on my dick, my shaft sticking out of my boy’s unprotected hole. I knew I wanted to slide it and inseminate my boy with the stranger’s cum but I waited for him to beg me. ‘Put it in me,’ I heard my boy moan. I slid slowly in and watched as my boy’s hole squeezed that fresh load of cum off my cock and into his guts. The other two men jerked off to the sight of me breeding my boy with another man’s anonymous seed. They both came, shooting their loads on my boy’s upturned ass and lower back. They were both tall, tan, and lean. I later learned that they were locals who often came by to load up visiting tourists. One guy later told me that he liked to leave visitors with something to remember him by, a kind of souvenir. He didn’t elaborate and I didn’t get the details. I leaned forward, feeling their fresh loads of cum smear on my abs. ‘Do you want their cum inside you too,’ I asked. He nodded, eyes clenched, giving into what he wanted. The men wiped their fresh cum out of my treasure trail. They smeared their fingers into my boy’s crack and onto my cock. I hammered those loads into him before adding mine. My cum mixed with three anonymous loads from total strangers as I shot deep inside him. The guys left and I sat my boy down on the red vinyl bench. He leaned back and spread his legs so I could admire his wrecked cummy pussy, now leaking four loads. I leaned in to start lapping, and he closed his legs. My boy decided that he wanted to let all that fresh cum seep into his hole this time. I slowly spread his legs again and lifted them up, promising to not let him lose another drop. For five minutes, he whimpered as I fingered each pearl of cum seeping out of his loose hole. I was steadily sliding two upturned fingers all the way inside him, making sure it all went deep inside and stayed there to fully soak into his tender guts. Back in the bar, my work pal Andy was gasping, open-mouthed as I finished my naughty story. With our knees touching on our barstools, I looked down and saw a dark wet forming a spot the size of a quarter as Andy leaked precum. Andy asked if my boy and I had gone farther than that. I asked if getting three strangers cum absorbing into my boy’s raw hole wasn’t far enough. He placed my hand on top of his hard leaking cock and pressed it. ‘No. I want to know if you two got into other guys fucking him.’ I honestly shook my head, no, and added, ‘not yet.’ When my boy realized I would be open to it, he freaked out. He was afraid he’d go off the deep end and become a real cumslut. I assured him I’d be ok with that, but he suggested we take some time to just be with each other. I went on telling Andy what happened next. Our newly-chaste sexlife worked for us for a while. After a few months of monogamous bareback sex, it got tedious and a little boring. We went from fucking daily to maybe once a week. After we’d had such risky adventures, my cock stretching my boy’s hole open and leaving him filled with only one load just wasn’t particularly thrilling. When fucking him, I’d tease my boyfriend telling him how nice his hole felt loaded with cum. He’d moan and I’d breed him. Sometimes, I’d get hot enough dirty talking that I would stay hard and cum again. That was the best, with his hole already worked open and already lubed with my cum. It felt so good that sometimes I’d jerk off thinking about his beautiful cummy hole while at work with a condom rolled over my dick. I’d fill it up with my load and tie it off, ready to pour into my boy as soon as I was back at home. I began regularly pouring my afternoon loads into my boy’s hole while fucking him. The sounds of that gloppy fuckery really got me going. Two loads was always better than one but not as hot as when I knew I was plowing through someone else’s sticky nut. After a few weeks of increasingly stale sex, my boyfriend suggested a quiet weekend at a gay resort upstate from the city. I asked if he wanted to be naughty there, and there was a twinkle in his eye. That weekend, we rented a car and drove the four hours north. I thought I’d be able to hold my bladder, but just a few miles away from the resort, I needed to take a piss really badly. We pulled into a sleepy rest area. I walked briskly to the singular urinal and whipped out my cock. I heard rustling and knew someone was in the one large stall. I pissed and pissed and pissed. The urinal automatically flushed but I knew I wasn’t finished. After a few moments of silence, whoever was in the stall started moving thinking that I must have left. I heard moaning and pounding and knew someone was getting fucked in there. I still had to piss, but the sex sounds were making me hard. I stayed there with a growing erection willing my bladder to behave. From the deep groans, I knew it was two men fucking in the stall. It’d been a few minutes and my boy came to check on me. When I saw him in the door, I held a finger up to my lips as a signal to be quiet. He tiptoed in and heard the hot fuck going on. My boy grinned and grasped his crotch. The guys finished loudly, and I heard the sound of toilet paper rustling and pants being pulled up, and a whisper to ‘see you again as soon as you can get away…’ The other guy replied, ‘thanks for bagging up. I wouldn’t want to get anything that I could spread to my husband.’ I heard them kiss, then the sound of the stall unlocking. The first guy to exit looked mortified to see two people in the bathroom who had clearly heard what was going on. He made a quick getaway, but not before I saw his t-shirt had the logo of the resort we were headed towards. The next guy looked like a lumberjack or a truck driver, flannel and all. My boy waved to the hunky man and we grinned as he left, almost proud of what he’d been witnessed doing. My boy giggled as he headed to the stall to empty his own bladder. We both laughed as we finished our piss. I went to wash my hands and he joined me. He stood behind me and in the mirror over the sink, I saw his wide eyes. He held up a used condom, steaming with warmth. The reservoir was full of cloudy thick cum. I was instantly hard again. He handed me that rubber and nodded. Without a pause, my boy went back to the stall. I followed him. I knew he enjoyed me pouring my own cum out of a condom to lube my dick, and here he was wordlessly asking me to pour a stranger’s cum onto my dick and fuck it into his hole. My boy pulled down his pants and arched his back, sticking out his beautiful butt. He used both hands to spread his cheeks, leaning his cheek into the cold tile. I unzipped and let my rockhard cock fall onto his asscrack. Like some sort of filthy hotdog between big thick buns, I poured that cum onto my bare cock and eased it into my boy. He grunted and pushed back, fucking himself on that stranger’s load. Within minutes, both of our loads were swimming around inside my boy’s pussy. Only after I’d fuck the cum from that used condom inside my boy did I wonder if it was the lumberjack’s load or the resort employee. I figured it didn’t matter and not knowing definitely turned me on. I thought how raunchy of one of them to allow himself to sleep around and be fucked, but only safely. Andy asked me if anything more happened at the resort, and I nodded. I told him that I often carried a condom now just in case someone wanted to lose a load and I could bring it home to my boy. Just then, Andy’s phone vibrated, and he grabbed it. His boyfriend, Luke, was messaging to ask if he was headed home soon, followed by a horny emoji. He showed it to me and suggested we take the conversation back to his place. After all, I’d started this conversation with Andy when he gauged my interest in watching him fuck his boyfriend. We hailed a cab and, on the way, Andy texted Luke to tell him to prepare to put on a show, that he was bringing over company. Luke replied that he’d hop in the shower and that he was already cleaned out hoping for Andy’s load that night. He wrote a reply, showed me, and then deleted it without sending saying ‘YOU MAY GET MORE THAN ONE LOAD TONIGHT.’ I asked Andy flat out if he was into sharing Luke and he told me, while grinning, that he’d not really thought about going all the way. Then he winked. He asked me to describe what it felt like slipping into my boyfriend’s cummy freshly-fucked hole. With the cab driver listening, I described collecting full used condoms and pouring them onto my shaft and slipping that cum into my boy’s willing hole. I described how puffy and opened-up sliding into cum-slick ass felt, like a moist loose glove. I described to Andy how risky it was putting a stranger’s cum in my boy’s unprotected pussy. I could see Andy getting even harder in his pants. As we talked, he had one hand on his crotch and one on my thigh. The cab driver smirked at us as we pulled up to Andy’s building saying, ‘you boys have fun now.’ Andy raced to the door after asking me to stay outside for a minute to get things ready. He stepped inside and I turned back to note that the cab was still there. The driver was fiddling with his phone trying to pick him his next fare. I flagged him down as he started to pull away and walked back over to the car. He asked if I’d forgotten something. I nodded. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a condom. He looked confused. I pointed to the bulge in his pants and asked him to slip the rubber on and quickly rub one out. He instantly opened his fly and fished out a nice big cock. I rolled the rubber on and jerked him off. ‘I’m straight,’ he said, ‘but getting my wife seeded turns me on too!’ He came within thirty seconds. I tossed my business card at him suggesting we stay in touch. He yanked the condom off and I tied it up. The cab drove off as I arrived on the stoop just in time for Andy to invite me in. I held up the cab driver’s condom as Andy’s jaw dropped and he beckoned me inside, knowing something amazing was about to happen. To be continued….

After a few minutes Mike came back and started to undo the restraints. He helped me onto my back and held me while the blood flowed back into my limbs, kissing my neck all the while. “How do you feel?” “Amazing.” “Good, think you can make it downstairs now?” “What’s down stairs?” “Im sure Jack and Erik have something good planned for you. When I left them, Jack was balls deep in Erik and getting ready to breed him.” “Fuck, I need to see that.” The thought of Erik, the man who now owned my hole, taking a load made my cock leak in its cage. As quickly as I could I made my way downstairs, the plug slamming against my prostate as I walked. Mike followed closely making sure my still tingling legs didn’t give out. Mike hadn’t been joking. Jack had Erik kneeling on the couch, bent over the back. Erik’s head was tossed back in lust, clearly enjoying the pounding Jack was giving him. Mike lead me around the couch so I could watch Jack’s cock sliding in and out of Erik’s hairy hole. With each stroke the hair around Erik’s hole clung to Jacks slick cock, I was mesmerized. “Your new boy is here watching you take my load. Go look in your man’s face boy, see who you really belong to.” I moved to kneel by Erik’s head, resting the plug on my heel to keep it in place. Erik opened his eyes and smiled, “Breed my hole Sir. I need it.” “That’s right,” Jack said. Erik looked me in the eyes and in a fucked out daze said, “I was Jack’s first boy. He bred me all through college. Eventually we started picking up boys of our own, but I will always be Jacks and all of my boys by default are his.” “Exactly, you’ll be going home with Erik; Erik will hold the keys to your cage; but in the end your cunts both belong to me. Take my fucking load,” Jack growled as he unloaded deep inside Erik. A look of euphoria washed over both of them, then Jack slowly pulled out of Erik’s hole. Mike fell to his knees to clean off Jack’s cock, but he moved Mike aside and came over to me. Dutifully I opened up and cleaned the cock that had just bred my new top. “Thank you. That is just want I needed Jack. Now,” Erik straightened up revealing another raging boner, “You ready for another load in that cunt boy?” “Fuck yes.” “On your back on the floor then.” I laid on my back in front of the three men and pulled my legs up to my chest. Erik squatted down over me with his ass aimed towards my face and pointed his cock down towards my hole. Jack reached in and pulled the massive plug from me with a wet squelch, leaving me gaped open for Erik. His dick plunged into my hole. I looked up as he slid inside me, right above me was his cum slick hole, wet and slightly gaped. There was a small trickle of cum running down the inside of his leg as he started to hammer at my hole. I belonged to an already owned man. I was the boy of someone who belonged to a true alpha. I had no idea what that made me beyond the absolute bottom rung on the ladder. “Fuck Mike, you wrecked this boys hole. He’s so fucking loose now.” “You said get him ready,” Mike replied. “No, you did good. He feels fucking amazing now. I never last long with one of Jack’s loads in me and now with your pussy all wrecked. Fuck, I’m going to breed you boy. Take my load. This is my hole now!” Erik started pumping his second load of the night into me. His hole winked above me and a small drop of cum landed on my chest. “Fuck,” he panted, “we’re gonna wreck your hole so it’s never tight again.” Erik pulled out, and then crouched over me, my legs were pressed tight to my chest. He kissed me. “You’re perfect, and we are going to have so much fun together.”

“How do you feel boy.” “Amazing Sir! Thank you.” “Mike, what do you think of your friends hole now?” Mike now stood behind me with the other two men, he rubbed my ass, and the slid a finger inside me. “He’s still a little tight I think,” Mike said wickedly. “Oh do you,” Erik said, “do you think you can fix that for me?” “Yes Sir! I sure can.” “Good, Jack lets go get another drink and we’ll let the boys have a little fun before round two.” “Sounds good to me.” I couldn’t see them, but I heard them leave and go back down stairs and then I was alone with Mike. “Are you glad you came to dinner now,” Mike asked when we were alone. “Oh my god yes. That was amazing. Is Erik serious about keeping me?” “Absolutely.” “And about locking my cock away.” “Yep.” “Fuck I cant wait.” “Well, guess with how you did so far… I don’t think they’ll make you wait till morning for that.” “It looks so hot on you!” “You’re going to look amazing as a pussy boy.” “How are you going to open me up with your cock locked up though.” “Oh, we have plenty of things to help with that,” Mike got up and moved out of my field of vision, “My guess is they’ve gone down stairs to get a drink and might fool around with each other for a while, so we probably have an hour for me to work this hole into a real pussy like mine.” “They play with each other?” “Even Daddies need to get bred. Now, take a deep breath and when I tell you let it out slowly.” I took a deep breath as instructed and felt something cool and firm press against my hole. “And breath out,” Mike said calmly as he started to press whatever he was holding into my cummy hole. I let the air out slowly and focused on keeping my body relaxed. I could tell he was stretching me wider than either cock had but strapped down as I was I had no way to see what he was sliding into my hole. Eventually my breath turned into a moan as the shaft of the toy slid deeper and deeper into me. “Fuck that feels huge,” I groaned. “This is my warm up toy now, I’ve ridden it every day since Jack locked me up. You’ll get used to it, and when you do you wont need anything but a little spit for Erik to slide deep inside you. And trust me, with how often Erik like’s to breed a hole you’ll want to be ready for it.” “Does he breed you a lot too?” “Not as often as Jack, though this week he’s been horny as fuck. He bred me in the grocery store today when we were getting stuff for dinner.” Mike was now slowly working the toy in and out of me, occasionally spitting on the shaft to make it side in and out of me easier. I for my part was relaxing into it, there was nowhere for me to go so I just gave up. I let my hole open wide and accept what Mike pushed inside. “Fuck, you just opened right up. Let’s try something bigger.” Mike pulled the toy out and flopped it on the bed in front of me. It was a three-inch-thick and probably a foot-long black dildo now covered in spit, cum, and ass juice. I was shocked it had slid inside me so easily. Before I could really be shocked by that though a new toy was pressed into me and I repeated the deep breath let out slowly technique Mike had instructed me on. This once was certainly thicker than the last and much longer. I quickly felt it against my second hole and had to breath slowly willing my insides to accommodate that invading dildo. “That’s it, let me in. Let this dildo slide deep inside you. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to taking all of these. Now that you belong to Erik its going to be my job to get your pussy in shape. We’re going to spend a lot of time with these toys till the just slide in your hole with no problem. Breath deep babe, you can take it.” With Mike’s words of encouragement, I felt something give way inside of me and suddenly what felt like six more inches of dildo slide inside me. We did that with four more toys, each time he would flop the dildo down in front of me just before pushing the next one into my hole. They were all shockingly large. Maybe it was because I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I felt so calm and safe that my hole was able to do things I had never thought it would before. The last thing he did before saying he was going to go check on the men was show me a six inch wide plug and then stuff it deep inside my exposed and gaping hole. I moaned, and then collapsed against my restraints.

I was living in Houston during one of the many hurricanes that have plagued that city. The complex I was living in was a really small two-story structure that was adorable and completely gay. There were no more than twenty units with a pool in the center courtyard. I lived on the lower floor near the entrance so I saw everyone coming and going. It was very friendly and quite cruisy. It didn’t take long to learn that this complex was quite notorious for its cruising at night. When I was feeling antsy, I would usually open my living room drapes and sit around watching who was walking about the grounds. One late Friday night, I saw a guy getting fucked in a second story corridor. I just stared. Amazing. One of the first encounters I had was with a young blonde guy who also lived in the complex. He would always wave hello and walk around in his really tight blue jean shorts. His ass was screaming in those shorts. This one evening he was lingering around my door when I finally opened the door and leaned against the frame and started chatting with him. Before wasting too much time he made it clear he wanted to get fucked. Perfect, I thought. He came inside and stripped immediately and jumped onto my bed, spread his legs wide and started playing with his ass in an erotic nasty way. I love a bottom to be nasty and assertive. If you want to get fucked, let me know it and tell me what you need. I got us a few beers and came back into the bedroom. He was getting all worked up. He slid a finger in his sweet hole and started moving it around. I stripped and got on the bed and fed him my cock. He swallowed it completely. I reached down and added my finger to his hole along next to his. He had a nice, hot, tight and hungry pussy. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and stuffed it all the way up his boy cunt. He was smooth and slippery. I really should have eaten him first, but he was moving quickly and needed some cock inside him fast. He encouraged me by saying things like, “Yeah stud that cock feels hot inside my ass. Fuck me, yeah, that’s it, fuck me.” It didn’t take long for him to blow his load which set me off. I pumped his ass full of my load. As soon as I was through, he popped my cock out of his ass and licked my cock clean. Then he started to get dressed. He was really friendly and said, “Anytime you need a piece of ass, no matter what time it is, stud, I’m in 11B. The door will be open, come on in.” And I did exactly that several more times. There was a black guy that lived on the lower level that I saw coming and going from time to time. He was seriously packing a heavy basket. He was rightfully proud of it and would stuff into a liquid pair of worn jeans. He’d adjust it to the right side and stage his balls so they accentuated his over-sized cock. You could even make out his cock hear through those jeans. He made it obvious to all that he had a huge cock. I remember thinking to myself, damn, that must be uncomfortable to be carrying that around all the time. He was a hot looking guy, probably around 29 or so. A neighbor a few doors down had befriended me and we were sitting outside chatting when the hot black guy walked by and said hello. My neighbor asked if I knew the guy. I said no and he told me his name was Michael. “He tried to pick me up once, but I wouldn’t go near him.” I asked why? He told me that even though the guy was hot, “What the hell was I supposed to do with a cock that big? I’m pretty good, but not that good.” I just sort of smiled and thought damn, how big can he really be? It was really late on a Saturday night and the courtyard was getting really cruisy. I kid you not, probably 15 or so guys walking about looking into windows. I was watching TV in my living room with the curtains open sort of keeping one eye on the tube and the other eye on the courtyard. It was very erotic watching these guys pick up my neighbors. Then there was a tap at my door. I opened it and a guy said, “He man, what’s up?” I looked at him and he was pretty hot looking and I thought, why the hell not? I said,” Not much here bud, what are you into?” He told me he was open but that he really wanted a chance to eat my hot ass. I opened the door a little wider. The guy came in and said that there was just one thing, he was here with his lover and could his lover join in? I asked what his lover was into and he said, “Three-ways.” I said sure and he left and returned with a hot looking guy. Both guys were in their mid twenties with a slim, muscular build. The boyfriend was taller and more muscled. We all started stripping during introductions and the first guy immediately got on his knees behind me and spread my ass cheeks and started eating. Man his tongue was deep and wet. His boyfriend stripped and showed me a nice hard 8” cock with a thick mushroom head to it. I bent down and started sucking his cock. He worked the back of my head and helped me to deep throat him. As soon as I hit bottom, he groaned in a hot masculine guttural way. I loved feeling that thick cock buried in my throat. In the mean time, the shorter guy was making a pig of himself in my ass. Spit was dripping down my thigh and off my balls. He pulled his face out of my ass and told his boyfriend, “David, you gotta eat some of this, man. This is excellent ass.” David got down and began to eat me out, too. Then each of these hot fuckers plowed my ass till I was begging for them to blow their loads. They deposited two hot loads deep inside me and left. I fell asleep feeling very contented and really full. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a hand on my ass and was startled. Lying on my stomach, with only a sheet to cover up with, I tried to assess the situation but was jarred awake and looked up and it was my neighbor, the black guy, Michael. We had never really met, but here he was in my bedroom. I could feel his hand on my ass and I swear he swiped a finger across my hole as he awakened me. I wonder if he could tell that I had been creamed earlier. He told me my front door came ajar and with all of the foot traffic, he thought I should close it and lock it. He said it was not safe. I guessed the wind had blown the door open in the middle of the night. I was caught off guard, thanked him and gathered the sheet up and wrapped it around my waist and walked him to the door. I fell back to sleep, but never stopped wondering if he was trying to finger me. I also knew I wanted this guy to fuck me to death. I didn’t know how I would get his attention again, but I started fantasizing about his huge cock and wondered what it would look like going into my pale white cunt. I had to have him. Later in the summer a hurricane was predicted to be a direct hit to Houston. Everyone was making emergency arrangements. Most of my neighbors had decided to ride the storm out so I thought I would join them instead of going to my family’s house up north. Soon a full fledged hurricane party was organized. Everyone would stay in the lower apartments and one apartment would be used for drinks, one for food, another was to store debris that blew around the courtyard to prevent it from breaking any windows. The winds picked up early Friday morning and the rains came and pummeled us throughout the night. Saturday the eye crossed us around 9:00 p.m., and then we got the wet side, but everything was in control. People were having fun, taking care of business and eating and drinking and feeling very neighborly. Michael, the black stud I craved was nowhere to be found. I hadn’t seen him the night before either. I suspected that he went to stay with friends in a safer place away from the storm. As the evening wore on, the worst of the storm passed and I was starting to get tired and thinking about leaving to go to my apartment which was not being used for anything. In the corner of my eye I saw Michael enter the unit I was in. This was the unit that served drinks. Of course the evening cocktail was a Hurricane. He got a drink and headed right for me. He said hello and asked how I was. He said, “Wow, dude, I haven’t seen you since that night your door was wide open. I hope that I didn’t scare you off.” I said no, that I was so groggy and sleepy; I barely remember that evening, except that he probably saved me from getting robbed or something. He then leaned in and whispered, “Man I wanted that ass of yours so bad, but you were so out of it that I decided the timing was all wrong. I really liked what I saw.” I was so fucking turned on by this and said, “Man you should have taken what you needed I would have been fine with that.” He said “Well the storm has several more hours why not make good use of the time?” Then he said, “Give me your hand.” I reached out and he took my hand and placed it directly on his huge bulge. I quickly turned to look and see if anyone could see us. He was packed in so tight. I could feel the heat emanating from his jeans. I was excited and scared at the same time. I knew I wanted this black mother fucker, but I didn’t think I could handle him...in any capacity. He leaned in closer and put his lips against my ear and said, “I’m gonna make your pussy wet and your pucker is going to be glowing rosy-red when I’m through with you. Have you ever had a big nigger dick in that puss?” I started to sweat and could feel moisture gather along the crack of my ass. I cleared my throat and told him that I had and that I loved black cock. He said, “I’m not talking about black cock. I’m talking about pure nigger dick. Let’s go.” We got to my apartment and he started to unbutton his jeans; he wore no underwear. He left his jeans unbuttoned and took off his shirt. He was built like a brick shit house. Well defined muscles, quarter-sized nipples and he was blue-black. His bush was short and tight and I couldn’t wait to see what was underneath. I was starting to sweat because I was boned and anxious. I didn’t know what to do next. He lit a joint and passed it to me. I took a toke and inhaled deeply as he started feeling me up. He unbuttoned my shirt and started tweaking my nips. He got rid of my shirt and started to unzip and push my jeans to my knees. Leaning down he took my left tit into his mouth and started to nibble and suck. I took another hit off the joint and passed it back to him. I could feel his hand massage my shoulder and then move down my spine to the top of my ass. My cock was raging as he slid his hand down to my butt cheeks and further to my crack. He soon found my hole and rubbed across it and moaned along with me when he found it. He then bit my tit taking me to the edge. He stepped back and said, “Yeah dude, we’re gonna have a hot time tonight.” He lowered his jeans and his cock sprang free. I couldn’t believe it. I just stared at it speechless. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it; we’ll have a good time.” He had at least 12 inches of thick jet-black uncut dick. The length didn’t scare me as much as the thickness. I took it in my hand and couldn’t touch my fingers to my thumb. This was clearly the biggest cock I have ever seen, much less held, and certainly the blackest. I went to my knees and peeled back the foreskin from the enormous head. It was stunning to see this huge cock head drooling pre-cum. I licked it and savored the taste. Michael was encouraging me all the way telling me that I looked good with Nigger dick in my white mouth. He grabbed the back of my blonde head and tried to stuff it down my throat. I pulled back and looked up at him and said, “Dude, I will swallow your cock, but you’ve got to give me time to get used to it, cool?” He smiled and let go of my head. Don’t get me wrong I love having cock forced down my throat, but this was serious business. Someone could get hurt. And I wanted to do this right. I got up and suggested he get on the bed and lay back. I grabbed a fresh bottle of poppers and lube and got between his legs. I greased his cock with Astroglide and it glistened. I went back to work. I licked his cock and sucked it for 10 minutes or so and licked down to his balls. I sucked one in my mouth then took my fingers and stuffed the other one in my mouth along with the first one. He was grinding his hips upward so I knew he was getting hotter. I tightened up on his balls while pulling away creating a pressure that I knew he’d love. I spit his balls out and licked back up his shaft. I took a small hit off the poppers, sucked in my breath and got as much spit into my mouth as I could muster. I started to descend down his cock and soon felt the huge head at my throat. I inhaled a little more and pushed. Nothing happened. I tried again and still nothing. I was drooling spit all around this guy’s cock and sliding up and down spreading it as best as I could. There was a lot of real estate to cover. Finally, I pushed hard and kept the pressure on his cock, and then something popped. It was his cock head. It had popped from the back of my mouth then into my throat. I actually felt my throat expand to accommodate his girth. I was a bit stunned at first, but stayed perfectly still. Michael was moaning and started to play with my hair. I looked up at him and he made eye contact with me. He had this hot lusty look on his face. “You’re doing great white boy. You can do this. Come on, take this cock. This is nigger dick and you know you want it.” I did want it. I slowly started to push even more of his cock into my throat. My eyes were watering. I knew if I panicked, I would have to spit his cock out and start all over. I was now more than half way there. My eyes were bulging out. I stopped and tried to breathe through my nose. It worked, I got oxygen and calmed down and continued my descent. He started growling louder and louder as I went further and further down. Snot started running out of my nose but I didn’t care. I felt little micro-pricks on my upper lip. I opened my eyes and saw a jet-black forest that was his pubic hair. The wiry hairs were sticking into my lips. Fuck me! I was at the base of his cock. I had deep-throated the biggest cock I have ever had. He started gyrating and moaning and cursing. Michael and I made eye contact. There were tears in mine. I needed to breathe. I tried to breathe through my nose and again, it worked. Michael looked at me with pure lust and said, “Oh my fucking god! Please don’t stop. Please stud, Can I fuck your throat? Please let me, just a little?” I signaled him he could. Michael took the locks of my hair in each hand and got a good grip and then started to slide his big fucking dick in and out of my throat. I knew I couldn’t do this for too long, but I wanted to please my black stallion. He picked up the pace while I focused on controlling my throat muscles and keeping my lungs filled with air. He was breathing hard and grunting and cursing. “Eat dick, you cocksucker. Oh baby, fuck yeah, take that nigger dick all the way down. Look at that!” With that he stuffed his monster all the way to the base and held it there. I was starting to gag on it. Saliva was drooling out everywhere. Snot was coming out of my nose and I needed air, but neither of us cared so Michael started his assault again. He was skull fucking me brutally and my throat was starting to get sore. Still, I was in heaven. The smell of this stud was intoxicating. Suddenly he pulled out and through his labored breathing said, “Fuck, man, no one has ever done that to me before. Not like that. I almost lost it. But I want more from you than a blow job. Turn around and show me what you got.” Still gasping for air, I grabbed my poppers and turned around and buried my face in the pillow sticking my ass up in the air. I felt Michael crawl on top of me. He felt so warm and his cock was wedged between his stomach and my ass cheeks. It was wet and still emanating heat. He was grinding and kissing the back of my neck. He reached around and grabbed my tits with each hand and was twisting them. He whispered in my ear again, “I want you to turn around on your back, spread your legs and show me your that pearly white ass and pink pussy.” I turned around onto my back and spread my legs and lifted each knee and opened my ass for him to see. He moaned and started massaging both cheeks of my ass. He got down low and told me to finger myself. I could feel his breath on my hole. I inserted a finger in. He started licking my finger as it went in and out. I pulled completely out and he sucked my finger all the way down to the knuckle. He then stuck his tongue into my hole. Damn that felt good. I purred into the pillow. “Good pussy, stud.” He really started eating my ass out good at that point. Lapping at first then inserting his tongue as far as possible. He was making jabbing fucking motions with his tongue. He kept pushing my legs higher and higher. He told me to take each leg and pull it back and hold it there. I tried but that wasn’t the right position for him. He grabbed some pillows and stuffed two under my butt lifting it up and another two behind my head. He told me to grab my ankles and hold them back as far as I could. This was the perfect position. I grabbed each ankle and brought them to either side of my head. I could actually see both of them with my peripheral vision. “Can you see your cunt, baby?” Looking down I told him surprisingly, that I could. I had a perfect shot of my glistening rose bud. I made it wink and spit bubbled out. Michael slid two fingers into me. I loved the way his coal-black fingers looked stuffed in my ass. I wanted to get fucked so bad. I was so horned for some big black nigger dick. I understood what Michael meant when he told me he didn’t have a black cock. Michael added a third finger and started licking the outer perimeter of my ass ring. He was really getting me opened. He added some lube and started sliding his fingers in and out steadily. I was really getting turned on. Then he added more lube and a forth finger. I was making sounds and squirming from side to side. Michael looked right into my eyes and said, “Oh baby that is right where I want to be. I love your fucking ass. You ready?” I looked at him and nodded. The hurricane outside was raging full force and so was I. He put the bottle of poppers under my right nostril and closed the left nostril and I inhaled. He repeated the other side. I began to feel light headed. He pulled his four fingers out of my ass and I looked down. His huge cock head was black and shiny with lube. He put the head at my pucker, which was rosy red just liked he’d promised earlier. I was starting to feel the poppers at this point, and then I felt him put pressure on my ass rim. Nothing was happening so I pushed out. “Good boy, work that pussy. You know what you want.” he said. I pushed out again and the head pushed through my ring and he slowly slid his cock in to the base. I gasped. His cock was huge. This big fat cock was buried all the way inside me; his bush was pricking my cunt lips. I started breathing again and thought, damn, this is as much dick as I could possible have inside me. I was stretched to the max. I was definitely full. I felt Michael flex his rock hard cock. I clamped down on my ass in response. He said, “That’s it baby, talk to me. Let daddy know you like his nigger dick in your pussy.” I clamped down again and then again. “Ready?” he asked? I was still holding my legs back looking down at this monster dick buried in my ass. “Yeah dude, I’m ready. Fuck me stud,” I said. He asked, “You want this big nigger dick in your pussy?” I said, Hell yeah, man fuck my ass. Give it to me, fucker and don’t be gentle. Fuck me like a man.” He put the popper bottle under my nose and fed me the only elixir that would get me through to upcoming fuck. He slowly started pulling out and stopping only to apply more lube and then pushing back in. His fucking motion and the sheer size of his cock created a vacuum in my ass which in turn made a sloppy airy squishy farting noise that you only hear when the fuck is nasty. Michael started grunting and cursing again. Every few minutes he would feed me more poppers and body slam into me again. I clamped down on his cock to give him his money’s worth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Sweat was pouring off his face and onto me. Each time he slammed back into my cunt he was making me more of a whore for his black cock. Michael told me to watch this. I looked down and he pulled his saturated dick completely out and slammed it back into my ass. Now my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He repeated this 8 or 10 times. Then he pulled out, and quickly slid 4 fingers and most of the palm of his hand into my ass and slowly twisted. We both moaned incoherently. Michael made eye contact and said he loved the warmth and feeling of a freshly fucked hole. He shoved his cock back in and jack-hammered be into the bed. My head was slamming against the headboard which knocking pictures off the wall. I was delirious and moaning jumbled sentences begging him to fuck me. I reached down between our legs and scooped up globs of pre-cum, lube and ass juice and lubed my cock up. I looked up at Michael, who was now basically doing push-ups on top of me, made eye contact and stuttered the words, “Wreck my fucking cunt.” At that instant, blew my load all over my face, Michael’s face and both of our chests. Volley after volley landed somewhere across one of us. That did it for Michael. “This is how it feels to get nigger fucked. Here I go you fucking hot white-trash motherfucker.” He pumped harder and hard then buried his cock and stayed still. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I felt it pulse really hard. He shot load after load into me. His cock continued to pulse and I could actually feel the heat of his cum inside me. He stayed still while his cock finished blowing its nut. I lost track of cum shots and heartbeats as they soon became one in the same. He laid there on top of me for a few minutes catching his breath. Once in a while he’d flex his cock and I would return the gesture by clamping down on his softening dick. After we recovered, Michael slowly pulled his cock out of my ass causing a vacuum “whoosh” sound and a small river of cum began to flow out of my ass. He looked at it and said, “That’s hot.” I had never been so thoroughly fucked in my life. The storm eventually passed. I never did get together with Michael again. We’d pass each other at the complex and flirt. Once we even tried to get together again, but it never seemed to work out. I will never forget that night in the hurricane.

I’d like to know if some people are experiencing the same as me. With the economy opening up and more people traveling I have been getting steady loads plus my regulars. Met two guys this week traveling in hotels. One from California and another from Ohio. Had a great time being bred by them. A lot of new profiles on the hook up sites to! Anyone else?

For me, it was when I was owned by a black master for about 8 months. Alot of that time was during the covid lock down, and he stayed at my place for most of it. He INSISTED that I drink his piss. I tried it a few times with him and really didnt like it, but he INSISTED. (this man had such a power over me) He made it a goal to train me to be a piss drinker, I suffered through it cuz I wanted to make him happy and was afraid he was stop using me. He made me drink his piss EVERY single day, most days it was multiple times a day. After about a month I was dropping to my knees and gulping down his piss when instructed with no resistance or complaining. After a few more months though,,,, I could not believe what he had done to me, I EAGERLY drank his piss. To the point where I asked him if he would ONLY releave himself in my mouth. It really fucked with my head, how he conditioned me like that. And scared me also, realizing he might be able to condition me to do worse things. He jokingly said one time that he would condition me to eat his shit if he wanted, that terrified me. He has sense moved out of the state, when he did, I literally went through withdraws of him using me. To this day,,, I am a piss dinker.

Lucky boys, but even luckier dad.

Got o my hotel in Chicago last night and got right online looking. This guy pops up right away and is ready to come over. He’s texting me all the way. So I put the do not disturb sign in the latch and turn all but one light off. Like to see the tool he’s gonna use. He comes in, nice build. He starts undressing, he’s already half hard, nice 7” cock. I start sucking and he moves me to the bed. I climb on all fours. He starts playing with my hole. Opening it up, not that I needed it, just uses his spit . Lines up and shoves it all the way in… omg that felt nice. He fucks me for a couple of minutes and then I feel him tense up. He pulls out I turn around and suck him clean. We talk for a min and he’s out the door. A couple of minutes later, he’s texting again. Would I be interested in a second load… ummm well duh. He comes back up land now we get to spend a bit more time with me riding on top, cock buried deep. Got two more loads before he left…

My favorite position is flat on my stomach, legs together. Held down and fucked My second fav is face down, ass up, gravity is my friend at this position, cum and anything else the top shoots in me will hopefully drain into my guts Third fav is bent over something.

I’ve been pissed on and pissed in numerous times in one night - and happily returned the favor - but probably only drank from the tap 3 or 4 times in a night.

You do you, friend. There is a vast difference between being lonely and being alone. I've been alone in my life and felt very happy, fulfilled and free. I've also been involved with others and felt lonely, completely unfulfilled and miserable. I'll take the aloneness over being with someone who makes me feel like less of a person and thereby lonely.

Woof! Very hot! Wishing I get used like this one day 😈🐶

Is this question still relevant, when we now have undetectable and PrEP? The days prior to drugs and PrEP preoccupation about HIV made sense and anonymous loads were something to fear. But now, most anon loads are either HIV-neg/PrEP or poz undetectable. I remember being asked at the sauna while getting fucked if he could cum inside. In those days not too many bottoms would take anon loads so as a bareback bottom who took anon loads, my raw hole was popular at the local sauna. They knew me so when they saw me in my room they could fuck me and breed me without ever discussing status or to cum inside or not.

Probably if youve been through RVA. Im certainly the biggest cum dump in town. From sun up to sun down I have guys coming through my apartment all day to dump loads hehe. I have pretty regular groups here too.

I have always gone with the mindset that if the cock goes in bare, then the load is to be expected unless both top and bottom have some kind of discussion otherwise beforehand. Even then, if there is some kind of worry about STIs it is probably transmissible through precum, so the idea of getting fucked bare but telling him to pull out before cumming seems to make little sense. Sure, there can be more of a chance of infection from a complete load, but if you are already risking it from the precum then I am not sure what the point is. I've always operated by being up front with the top. If we both want the load (give and take) or if we both want condom, then we go for it. If we have differing opinions then we shake hands or drink our beers or however we met to discuss our expectations and move on. No harm, no foul, and hopefully we made a friend in the process. I hear stories about bottoms that are desperate for the fuck and will agree to anything, and then change the terms once the clothes are off and hope the top is horny enough to go along with it. That leaves the top jaded and hurts the rest of us bottoms.

Thanks man! I hope I can keep the heat going through this next story arc.

Met a guy in a cruisy public bathroom, he fucked me bareback. Swapped numbers and he's been my boyfriend for 20 years now and we've lived together for 19 years. Open relationship, so he lets anyone use my cunt. Still head over heels in love with each other.

Not only would I let him film me, but I'd insist on using my name and contact info

I'm fully vaxxed and healthy, but I'm off the market with how COVID is. I work directly with the public in a high risk environment and I've already had COVID once. I am extremely careful and not interested in reinfection or spreading further infections. I'm in a weird place now psychologically. I feel like having a sex life must either be a 200mph death race or final days in a convent.

I like when he says "I'm a bout to breed baby" !

4. The Tale of Scooby and Shaggy You see them now, what, in their early thirties? That’s about right. How they met? One story. How they died? Two stories. But back to now. Eddie Gleason, the fat actor, comes out the side gates and yells for Scooby and Shaggy to get their asses to the playroom, pronto. “I brought Scooby snacks,” he croons, as if the stepped on coke they know he always brings would motivate them. It’s more what Mac and Dante would do to them if they didn’t perform. Eros and Tommy defiantly finish their spaghetti and meatballs, okay, Spaghetti-Ohs that comes with something vaguely resembling meat. While they’re eating Eros complains to Tommy it’s too high in carbs, but Tommy reminds him it’s what's in the cupboard. They look at each other hearing the fat man baying for Scooby and Shaggy again, like they didn’t hear him the first time. They set down their spoons together. “Sit and spin time,” Tommy says, woefully. They’re in synch like they most often are, picking up their spoons again and continue a few more shovelfuls mostly to put off the inevitable. But they’ve lost their appetite. Tommy takes the bowls and scrapes out what’s remaining and then washes the dishes in the sink. Eros lights a cigarette, comes up behind Tommy, and lets him take a hit while he’s washing. Eros isn’t one for broad displays of affection but he know what Tommy’s feeling. He leaves his fingers against Tommy’s lips as T draws in smoke. His arms around Tommy, he takes a hit himself. Eros is back in a moment where he’s just Eric, smoking a cigarette on a Bronx street after swearing he'd quit for the millionth time. He has to take a wicked leak. He far enough from his Bronx apartment shared with his brother that he doesn’t think he’ll make it. He steps on this last butt and promises he won’t pick up another pack, then ducks in a dark alley. There’s light snoring in a corner where a guy’s passed out on a stained mattress. They’re in their twenty back then. He thinks the guy would be cute if you looked passed his filthy clothes, his stringy hair and his track marks. Eric, as the middle brother in a series of three, has a bit of a sadistic streak from torturing baby bro, Evan. But, since this is just between us, he also has a masochistic streak being under the thumb of his much older bro, Eli, who’s pretty much a sociopathic monster. (Yeah, he’s in a family that likes E names.) He whips out his cock and pees on the cute guy snoring away. He immediately regrets it. Tommy sputters waking from a dream of being in a warm bathtub, sharing it with a long-ago boyfriend. Since deceased. Brain cancer. Didn’t know him at the end. Part of his depression leading to this particular alley. “What the fuck,” he blurts, once he realizes what splashed in his face. “Motherfucker!” He wobbles to stand. The mattress isn’t helping him with his balance. “The fuck you think you’re doing, man?” “Sorry,” Eric says, really meaning it. He doesn’t know why he did it. It would be something Eli would find funny and Evan would think him a pig for doing. Devil and angel on his shoulders, always. His bi-polar problem. Tommy’s feisty and up in his face, but seeing the guy’s a head shorter than him he knows he could take him if it came to that. But the guy’s orneriness mixed with him being destitute makes him sympathetic in Eros’ eyes. He really is genuinely sorry. “Didn’t know you were there till I heard something. I turned to see, and I guess it was you snoring,” he lies. “Now I smell like piss. Fuck dude. Why’d you gotta do that?” “Totally my bad, friend,” Eric confesses, now kind of disgusted about the whole thing. “Get you a cup of coffee. Peace offering.” Tommy looks him up and down as best he can in the shadows—a streetlight on the sidewalk doesn’t bring much light this far back, which is kind of the point. A part of him is completely humiliated. Another part is indignant. But another part of him is ravenously hungry. “And a donut,” he interjects. “Sure,” agrees Eric. “Get you one at the Korean market.” Tommy wipes his face on his sleeve, looks at his dirty blue and grey—used to be blue and white—striped shirt. He sees most of the fucker’s piss hit him in the face not his clothes. Is he supposed to be happy about that? He’s sure he still stinks, just not of piss. Eric rummages his pockets and finds a pack of tissues, gives it to the guy. The guy wipes his wet face. Hands back a damp tissue. “Keep it,” Eric says, as they make their way to the Korean store. It’s a warm night for fall. Leaves brown or missing, but pleasant for October. Tommy hesitates outside the market. He knows the Korean lady doesn’t like when he comes in. The tall asshole brings out two coffees and a donut in a paper bag. Glazed. His favorite but he won’t say that. They walk to the edge of the park and sit on a series of benches far enough apart that it looks like they don’t know each other. Tommy’s gobbles half the donut before Eric asks, “You live here long?” Tommy sucks the sweet sugar off his fingers and scoffs, “Yeah, right.” Tommy slowly savors the second half of the donut. In a way he doesn’t want the asshole to leave. First person to actually talk to him in as many days as he can remember. He’s shivering as he drinks his coffee. The caffeine’s not mixing well with him coming off his buzz. Quarter of his donut left, he feels compelled to cross-examine the guy, “You live around here?” “I do,” Eric replies. “Grew up here in the Bronx. You?” “Massapequa. It’s on Long Island.” “I know it’s on Long Island. I go to Jones Beach all the time.” He sees Tommy look away from him. “My parents are in Westchester now, but I have an apartment here with my brother.” Tommy takes one of two last bites. “Lucky you.” Tommy’s back in snide, could give a shit mode. He sees Eric slap his knee and is done with him. “Hey, thank you,” he says quickly. He realizes he hasn’t really thanked someone is a long. He means it, too. Eric looks at him and sees he means it. Tommy’s down to the final bite of his donut, gets up wiping his hands on dirty jeans. Thinks for a moment for something else to say. He’s got nothing. “Got any spare change?” It’s the default go-to tape always running in his head. Eric’s on his feet, reaching in his pocket. He’s almost grateful to play this role. He pulls out eighty-seven cents in change and gives it to the bum. His fingers are always counting coins in his pockets because, well, that’s Eric. He notices the bum takes the handout with cupped palms. He’s examining the coins. He’s a little stooped over. This annoys Eric. The bums not old enough to stoop. He’s his age. Maybe younger. Hard to tell because of the dirt. “No problem,” he says, and leaves to go make dinner for him and his brother. Every time he passes the alley now, he looks for the guy he pissed on. He never sees him there. Then one weekend, on a mild winter afternoon, the measliest traces of snow piled in the corners of buildings, he’s returning from the gym and there’s the guy at the subway entrance—not his subway line, which is a few blocks away—and the guy’s hands are cupped, he’s stooped again like some old beggar. He’s hassling the few pedestrians going down to catch their train. At first he pretends not to notice him, but he sees recognition in the guy’s face. But the guy doesn’t say anything, and he’s not going to say anything. So he keeps walking, picking up his pace. Now when he passes that same empty alley he feels guilty. Not every time, just some days. He sees the guy often at the subway entrance. When it’s really cold he imagines he’s downstairs. One Friday night when he’s coming back late from work, he’s so tired he misses a connection so he has to take a different line that ends up at this particular station. It’s February and bitterly cold. His brother Eli is spending the weekend in Westchester with Evan and his parents, pumping the folks for a loan so he can marry the fiancé he’s had on the hook since high school. She’s recently put her foot down. He’s got one, too, a fiancé, though for him it’s only been two months since he proposed. Him and his brother joke about who’s getting the ol’ ball and chain first. He’s walking to the exit and, on the opposite platform, there’s the guy in a maintenance door alcove. A couple of cops are hassling him with their nightsticks. Officer one says he can’t sleep there. He’s got to move on. In his tattered coat, the guy struggles to stand. He’s high, it’s obvious, but he’s aware enough to know that the cops aren’t going to let up till he’s gone. A subway screeches into the station and he heads for it. Officer two blocks his path. “Outside,” he says. Eric watches through the gap between subway cars, sees the guy stumbling up the platform steps. He and guy meet at the passageway between platforms, and walk next to each up to the street. The guy won’t acknowledge him, which kind of bugs Eric, but he also sees the guy has a sliver of pride still in him. Or maybe the guy’s just so high he doesn’t recognize him. The wind’s howling on the street. There’s a few snowflakes in the air but the weather report says they’re about to get hit by the season’s first nor’easter. Eric steps in front of him and places a hand on his chest. The guy slaps it away. “Hey,” Eric says, trying to get the guy to look at him. “You got somewhere to go?” “Fuck off,” he says. He couldn’t tell you what day it is but he knows for damn sure he’s doesn’t need this pissing asshole’s help—things you remember when most everything else you don’t. In more than one shelter he’s been told freezing to death isn’t a bad way to go. His alley mattress had been tossed but that alley was out of the wind. For right now that’s all he cares about. Eric stops him again. “Listen, dick wad, I asked you if you had a place to go.” The guy stares at Eric. His eyes are glassy, pupils dilated the size of dimes, his eye dart left to right several times to see how much this guy is going to fuck with him. He’s a little afraid of him because of his size, but he’s been beat up before. So who fuckin’ care. “Well, do you?” the guy demands. “Sure, I got a suite at the Waldorf, now get the fuck out of my way,” he says, trying to push Eric aside. But the guy’s big and doesn’t budge, so he ends up bumping into him. He just stands there. His face buried in Eric’s chest. Eric rest his chin on top of his head. He smells. Well, what’d he expect? “C’mon,” he says, practically dragging him by his threadbare coat. Tommy, freezing and tired, doesn’t have the wherewithal to resist. At the stoop of Eric’s apartment, Eric asks him if he’s got a name. “Everyone’s got a name,” Tommy says, struggling up the stoop. “Tom. Tommy Price.” “Tommy P.,” Eric taunts, brightly. “The famous Mr. T paying me a visit.” Tommy gives him the stink-eye as he’s let into the building. This guy, he reckons, really is an ass. As soon as they’re in the apartment, Eric forces him into the shower. It’s a pretty big three bedroom apartment. One room for his older brother, one for Eric. The third bedroom was supposed to be for Evan, but since he’s still in high school he lives with their folks. So right now the bedroom’s empty, except there’s piles of GQ magazines all over the floor. All belong to Eric’s. Eric’s in the kitchen heating up a can of sloppy joe mix when a wet Tommy, wrapped with a towel around his waist, another one over his shoulders, wanders in. He seems lost, but looks a hundred times better than twenty minutes ago. Eric sniffs him. “Presentable,” he pronounces, to which Tommy sneers back. “Hungry?” Tommy flops in the chair, still tweaking but starting to get his bearings. “Fuckin’ kidding me?” He looks at the label on the counter. “Manwich?” he scoffs. Eric opened two buns on separate plates and divvies up the meat. “Got another dinner engagement, you’re welcome to leave.” “Fuck you,” Tommy says, snatching the plate and starts scarfing it down, orange sauce staining his sparse beard. In between open mouthfuls, he says, “I’m back in my fifth grade cafeteria!” He looks up at Eric. “You live in this big place alone?” He’s impressed but tries to not show it. “Nah, told you it’s me and my brother.” “What’s with the room with the nudie magazines?” “GQ, not nudie magazine,” Eric snaps, indignantly. “Right,” says Tommy, as he finished his sandwich. “You want another?” Tommy’s not one to refuse an offer. “Ab-so-lute-ly,” he says, merrily. He hasn’t felt warmth in his belly since he doesn’t know when. When it relaxes, Eric sees Tommy’s got a nice face, pretty almost, with a cute dimpled smile. The track marks, though, are definite off-putting. As he’s fixing Tom’s second round, Eric says, “So you can’t stay in my brother’s room, but I got a rollout under my bed.” “Sure. Whatever.” Tommy reaches up to relieve Eric of the plate before he might change his mind. Deep into the second sandwich, he asks while he chews, “So, like, what’s your name?” “Eric,” he says. He swallows. “Got a last name?” “Why?” “Just wondering. Most people do?” “Jones.” “Eric Jones. Sounds like an alias,” Tommy says, finishing the sandwich, then starts licking his bright orange fingers. “It’s okay. Lot of guys use phony names.” Eric laughs sardonically. “Well it’s my name.” “And you’re gay.” “No!” Eric states, emphatically. “What makes you think I’m queer?” It’s what Eli’s always accused him of, sometimes joking, sometimes not—now he’s pissed. “Why’d you ask me up here? Your brother out and all.” “You know what? I made a really bad call. You probably need to get out of here.” Eric won’t look at him as he’s taking the plates, spraying them in the sink, shoving them in the dishwasher—Tommy’s up on his feet saying sorry, sorry. Eric slams the dishwasher’s door. He leans his back against the counter, arms crossed. “My bad, man,” Tommy’s pleading. “Look, I’m an idiot. I never thought you were queer.” He’s backpedaling as fast as if his life depended on it. “No, man. I just didn’t know what was up, y’know? Like if you were expecting—” “I’ve got a fiancé,” Eric interjects. “A place in Scarsdale we’re moving to. At some point.” Tommy’s silent, like, whatever, doesn’t matter to him. Eric’s frustrated, exasperated. “Fuck I’m explaining to you for.” Then: “No good deeds goes unpunished, do they?” “Wouldn’t know,” Tommy says, drudging through the apartment looking for his clothes. “I try to avoid good deeds. So, where’s my clothes? I’ll leave.” “In the washer.” Tommy purses his lips. “So, what, now you’re shanghaiing me? Or you gonna throw me naked on the street? What’s the deal, man?” Tommy’s now frustrated, too, but more than anything he’s confused. “Sure. I’m kidnapping a bum off the street.” “I ain’t a bum.” “Sorry. I take a kid off the street—” “I ain’t a kid either.” A tremor goes through his body. He wraps the towel for warmth around his shoulders. He doesn’t want the asshole to see it, but his trembling is beyond his control. “You want a robe?” Tommy tries to mouth yes as his teeth chatter, but he knows a robe won’t stop his shaking. He knows what will. Eric goes to his bedroom and comes back with a thick terrycloth robe. Tommy takes the towel off his shoulders, puts on the robe. He pulls the towel from his waste and Eric glimpses a red and black tattooed demon from navel to cock on Tommy. He ties the robe and wraps his arms around himself, which doesn’t keep his teeth from chattering. Tommy’s agitated, thinking through what he’ll need to do to score: who; where. “So, when my clothes dry I’ll leave.” “Shut the fuck up.” The washer buzzes and Eric goes in the laundry room. There’s banging of metal, appliance doors opening and closing, clicking, then a whir of a dryer. “You don’t have to fuckin’ leave.” Tommy is again search the apartment. “I had a coat when I came in.” “In the hall closet. Don’t worry. I didn’t steal your stash, or whatever. An empty baggie fell out. I just threw it out.” “In here?” Tommy asks, going through the kitchen garbage can. He finds the baggie. Opens it. Rubs his finger getting any residual powder and spreading it over his gums. Eric looks on, repelled. “Better now?” Tommy looks slightly relieved. “You smoke?” he asks Eric. “Cigarettes?” Eric responds. “No. Smoke crack. Yes, cigarette.” “I quit. My brother might have left a pack,” Eric says, leaving the kitchen. He returns with a filtered cigarette and gives it to Tommy. Tommy gives a mock bows, then rips off the filter and tosses it in the trash. He bends over the gas stove and gets it lit. Tommy leans back on the stove and is as serene as Eric’s ever seen him. “So, what d’ya feel like doing? Little late news? Round of canasta?” Tommy arches a playful eyebrow. “What do you and your brother do at night?” Eric doesn’t like the implication. “Sleep, which is what I’d like to do. I bet you can’t though. You’re gonna be up all night?” “No. I’ll conk out at some point.” He follows Eric to his bedroom bringing the ashtray from the kitchen with him. The room’s Spartan. No poster, books, or pictures; a few CDs and CD player; a bong on his nightstand; and there’s a large TV on top of his chest of drawers. His closet, though, Tommy notes, is stuffed with nice clothes. “Wouldn’t mind falling asleep to a movie. Been a while since I did that. Smoke bother you?” Eric shakes his head and pulls a foam mattress from under the bed. Puts some sheets on it. He throws Tommy a blanket who tucks it under his arm. Eric turns on the TV, gives Tommy the controls, and tosses a couple of pillows from his bed on the foam mattress. Tommy quickly props himself up with the pillows. Tommy sets the ashtray next to him, stubs out his half-finished smoke, and flips through the channels till he finds an old black and white movie. He turns the sound way down so the actors are barely audible. Eric hangs his shirt and khakis in the closet. Crossing in front of the TV, he slips off his underwear with an attentive Tommy watching. He finds his gym shorts and slips them on. The room’s quiet except for the couple on TV. “If you want water or anything, you know where the kitchen is. You okay till your clothes dry?” “Don’t have much choice, do I?” Tommy’s looking up at Eric as he climbs into bed and shutting off the light. Blue lights flicker across the ceiling. Lauren Bacall’s sultry voice taunts Humphry Bogart, “You know how to whistle, Steve?” Tommy and Lauren speak as one: “You just put your lips together and blow.” The TV cuts to a car commercial and Tommy hits mute. Now it’s just blue lights and silence. Eric flips over on his side facing the wall. Under the covers, Tommy opens his robe and starts stroking his cock. This goes on for some time. A steady swishing of the cotton sheets. Tommy’s breathing. Tommy stops. Listens. Starts up again. He’s beats off for a while. Stops. Listens. Listens some more. What’s he listening for? For Eric’s reaction. He knows Eric’s awake. He’s too quiet to be sleeping. Eric, in fact, is barely breathing. Eric’s listening, too. Tommy can hear him listening. Tommy puts a hand under Eric’s sheets, finds Eric, who jumps and is now tense as a trapped hare. Tommy’s hand stays on Eric’s ribs, waiting for rejection, but it doesn’t happen. His body flows up into Eric’s bed. His hand reaches around Eric’s flat rippled stomach. Eric’s actually trembling. Tommy is at his neck. Gives his neck a soft peck, then his collar bone. His hand runs up Eric’s chest, turning him on his back. He runs his hand through the soft pelt of his chest. Up to his shaved chin, his clenched jaw, his open eyes staring straight at the blue dancing lights on the ceiling. Tommy slides himself up. Over his lips. Leans down so they meet. Eric puts out his hand, touches Tommy’s beard, not to stop him, but to feel whiskers for the first time. He’s never had a man’s this close to his face before. A new sensation. Beard on his skin. Whiskers brushing across his lips. A sparse blond beard on his cheek. It answers his question of what it would be like. Now he knows. Eric's erect like he’s never been before. Tommy finds it through his gym shorts and starts stroking him, disappearing under the covers, pulling off the shorts. Eric jumps as Tommy’s mouth devours his cock. His big cock’s never been deep throated, and he can’t believe a throat can swallow his member down to his pubes. But Tommy’s down there, his cockhead buried deep inside his throat. It’s enough to make him cum on the spot, but Tommy rises from under the sheets and straddles Eric’s waist. His wet cock pokes at Tommy’s ass and slowly Tommy’s lowers himself onto it. “You have Vaseline or anything?” Tommy asks. “Something you beating off with?” Eric takes a tube of KY from his nightstand and hands it to Tommy. Tommy lubes his hole and Eric’s mammoth rod, and eases down on the cock, lowering himself slowly, excitedly, till this butt rests amid Eric’s pubes. Then he starts writhing slowly, grinding his ass against Eric’s rock hard cock, pleasuring him with long strokes—from his tip then plunging down to his base. Eric runs his hands along Tommy’s sides, feels his smooth, flat chest, and for the first time grabs hold of a cock that’s not his own. Tommy’s hard, too, and Eric stroking him makes Tommy pounce on his cock that much harder. They’re easily in synch with one another’s bodies, as natural as one hand washing the other. Tommy plays with Eric’s nipples. It’s another new sensation. Eric’s not sure if he likes it, but apparently his dick does because he’s fucking Tommy’s ass harder still the more Tommy pinches his nipples. That’s not lost on Tommy, who tweaks Eric’s nipples even harder. Eric can’t hold back anymore, and bucks his cock into Tommy, holds his hips, fucking fiercely and spurting the most feral orgasm of his organized life. He’s loud and he doesn’t care. “Fu—uh—ck!” he shouts, taking Tommy’s hips and slamming them down repeatedly on his cock. Tommy’s right there spewing cum over Eric’s hairy chest. They keeping fucking after each of them has climaxed, simply enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. One hand still washing the other. Tommy riding Eric’s cock, drawing out as much cum from him as possible, and Eric seeing that by stroking Tommy’s spent cock it makes him flinch and moan—a torture he gets off on, inflicting small torments on this guy. “Stop,” Tommy begs him after he’s been milking him for quite a while, but that only makes Eric snarl and continues the torture. Tommy’s contributing, too, continuing to gyrate Eric’s big cockhead, but it’s getting softer and threatens to pop out. So Tommy stills Eric’s hand and simply rests on Eric’s deflating dick. Even flaccid, Tommy finds it still fills his ass with its enormous girth and length, and won’t come out even if he squeeze it. That’s a new one. He’s content to let it rest inside him for now, and Eric’s happy to have his cock buried in such a warm, wet ass. When Tommy leans over to lap up cum entwined on Eric’s neck, Eric’s cock oozes out along with a dribble of spunk. Tommy’s got of mouth full of cum and bends over to pass it to Eric. Eric turns his face to the side causing Tommy to frown. He slurps down the cum. “More for me then,” he says, and flops next to Eric. Eric turns to his side and kisses Tommy, tasting salty remnants of cum for the first time. So many firsts. He feels like he’s suddenly seeing color after living a lifetime in black and white. But he can’t see past tonight, even past this moment. How could he ever integrate this street person, this bum, a beggar, who’s opened his eyes to a spectrum of hues where he lived only in monochrome before? Would he pull Tommy up, or will Tommy pull him down? Tommy lights up the half-finished cigarette from the ashtray, lighting it with matches from Eric’s bong. Eric slips his arm under Tommy’s head, who rests it back on Eric’s shoulder. Eric plucks the cigarette from Tommy’s fingers and takes a hit. Still holding the cigarette, he lets Tommy take a drag. It’s like Tommy’s kissing his fingers. He is. Tommy’s finished with the dishes at the sink in their island shack. He removes the cigarette from Eros’ fingers, takes a hit before giving it back. “Time to sit and spin.”

My birthday is next week so I’m going to San Diego just to be somewhere else; somewhere different I plan on having my first small group gangbang/tag team. I’m going to a nude beach for the first time and night I’ll try cruising there

Last night - two different men. First man I'd never met before that evening, but enjoyed an hour in his cab being fucked like a machine, except he had a lot of passion behind every thrust. He was incredible and is planning to get a hold of my "Pimp Daddy" to set up another meeting between us. I think I rocked his world. Second guy was a black trucker I've had twice before and enjoyed so thoroughly each time. He is always so passionate, yet so dominating. He's slow, almost machine-like but really more what I would say is methodical. He starts slow, lets me simmer, turns things up a bit, then lets them simmer there for a while, and keeps doing this for the entire time we fuck. Last night was 3 hours of this incredible sex and two loads inside me.

You got it! The new message was from another blank profile. All he asked was "looking?" And immediately my dick hardened. I knew I needed to get back to work, but the thought of more cock and cum turned me on. I took a hit of poppers to help convince me, and soon I was sending him my hole pics and address. Without knowing what they looked like, I had invited another trick over. I took another hit and played with the toy in my hole. I honestly didn't care as long as he had a cock that needed a hole. He arrived within a half hr and I watched him come up the driveway. He was a heavier set white guy in his fifties, blue collar type, he must have been on break from work. I let him in and immediately dropped to my knees, kissing the front of his pants, sniffing for his cock. I unzipped the fly and pulled out a thick 6" cock. He tasted a little musty but sweet. I sucked him deep, occasionally looking up at him, past his heavy gut. He grunted in approval and shoved his dick further down my throat. Out of the blue, I hear a phone ring. The guy pulls out his phone from his jacket and takes the call. Something work related. I continue sucking him off as if nothing happened and he continues his phone conversation as if he's not getting blown. His deep authoritative voice turned me on, he must've been speaking with someone who worked for him. He was rock hard and I quietly slobbered and deep throated him. I cheekily wanted to try to make him moan during his call, but he seemed to be experienced in multitasking like a boss. Finally after a few min, he finished his call and took his dick from my mouth. Without any word, he bent me over a nearby chair and slipped his cock into my hole. Maybe he expected some resistance, but it slipped in easily. It felt incredible having another random cock in me. I took a quick hit in-between thrusts and let him own my cumdump pussy. It was risky and impulsive, but yet it felt so right and liberating. After pounding and churning my hole, his pace quickened and he climaxed inside me. A sense of accomplishment washed over me as he slipped out his wet dick from my loose hole. Without a word, he zipped up and left. Didn't even bother to take his jacket or boots off. It didn't matter who fucked me as long as I got more cum. I slipped the toy back in and went back to work, even though more than anything I wanted to take a hit and check in on the apps for more dick. My bf would be home from work soon and I had to behave myself. Who else works from home and works out their hole?

Okay, it only took three years to finish writing this...apologies for the long hiatus. ____________________________________________________________ Chapter 26) “Good morning,” my mom greeted as Mike and I joined them in the kitchen. Dad was sitting next to her, both of them in their usual places at the table, nursing mugs of coffee, dressed casually for a quiet weekend day. Maxi trotted over, tail wagging, to greet us and engage in his favorite past time: begging for food. “’Morning,” Mike answered, a little sleepily; I also mumbled a “Good morning” back. Mike and I had fucked a few more times the night before, then dozed off. We woke around midnight and I insisted on brushing my teeth, so we staggered to the bathroom to “get ready” for bed. After that, we’d fallen asleep immediately, still tired from our long flight, the day’s hectic schedule and strenuous sex. We took a quick shower together and threw on some clothes before joining my parents for breakfast. “How was the dinner?” I asked, pre-empting – at least temporarily – the coming catechism as I took out the blender for Mike to make his smoothie. “Was the fundraiser a success?” I hoped that would hold them for a bit. “It was more than successful,” Mom said. “Aunt Dita was thrilled, and the dinner was good, too…” “If you like rubber chicken,” my dad chimed in, looking up from reading the Saturday newspaper. “Ken,” my mom remonstrated him, giving him an exasperated look, “it was delicious, don’t be such a grouch. How…” she began. “Was the Times there?” I interrupted, staving off the inevitable interrogation for another precious few seconds. Mike was adding sliced banana to the yogurt, soy milk, blueberries and protein powder in the blender. In a minute he’d be ready to turn it on, helping to further delay the maternal inquisition. “Yes, Dad and I were photographed, and they asked me who I was wearing. How…” “Oooh, maybe you’ll be in the Style section,” I said bouncing in my chair, not having to feign excitement about my second-favorite part of the paper. “‘New York Times columnist Miriam Sachs sparkled in a vintage Norman Norell cocktail dress paired with pearl jewelry, a look that was anything but basic…’” I began, composing the possible photo caption. “Maybe I can get you assigned to writing photo captions,” my mom said with an affectionate smile. “How was your…” “Sorry,” Mike interrupted, gesturing at the blender. “That’s okay,” I said before anyone else could reply, “let ‘er rip.” The ensuing racket made conversation impossible for another minute or two. But as Mike joined us at the table… “How was your dinner?” Mom asked. I glanced at the time on the microwave; six minutes since we’d joined them, a personal best at delaying a conversation I didn’t want to have. I loved Mom, but she tended to go overboard quizzing about every detail – it was her journalist’s mindset. And I was especially worried that the subject of the “piano thing” would inevitably come up and I wasn’t ready to go there. Yet. “Great,” I said cheerfully as I spooned yogurt into a bowl and added muesli in the vain hope that a monosyllabic, non-committal answer would satisfy her. “Did you all have a good time?” she added, including Mike in this question. And she’s off… I thought snarkily while I chewed and swallowed. “Yeah, Em’s great,” Mike said between sips of his breakfast drink. “You survived it?” my dad interjected. “The two of them for a whole night can be a lot to take.” Yep, right on schedule. Mom would ask a million questions and Dad would jab and make sarcastic comments. “Ha-ha,” I said dryly. “They practically speak their own language…” Dad continued. “Oh, unlike you and Uncle Jeffy,” I interrupted, “yakking away about Flooplesdorf versus Herkimer and whether the court was correct in finding splinters…” My mom snickered audibly. Dad threw a dirty look in her direction. “That’s ‘scienter,” my father corrected pedantically. “It means knowledge of wrong-doing.” He seemed to direct his clarification at Mike, the potential lawyer-to-be. “Whatever,” I said back with a shrug, entirely aware that I’d used the wrong word. “How was the food?” Mom asked tamping down her amusement and steering to a less controversial subject. “It was perfect, thanks Mom,” I said, and Mike nodded his agreement. “Em says you’re the only person anywhere who makes meatloaf that’s delicious, and the pureed parsnips were wonderful. Did you try a new recipe?” I wasn’t lying about the parsnips, but I was positive she hadn’t tried anything new, just spinning out innocuous subjects for as long as possible. “No,” she smiled, gratified by the praise anyway. “So what did you do after dinner?” Shit. The very question I was hoping to avoid. “Oh, uh, we caught up on school and how things are going. Em isn’t that happy at MIT,” I threw out casually, pouring myself a mug of coffee and taking a sip. “I know,” my mom said. “Aunt Dita said she’s looking into transferring.” Damn. I’d been counting on that for a five-minute digression. I applied myself to shoveling down yogurt and muesli as if it were the most important thing I would do that day, hoping the conversation had reached its natural endpoint. “Darr and Em are hysterical together,” Mike said, grinning reminiscently. “I spent half the night laughing.” Oh, no…please… “You haven’t heard their routines over and over,” my dad said. “Just wait.” Mike looked surprised and puzzled by my Dad’s attitude. I should have warned him and asked him to avoid the topic of… “It’s obvious they’re really close,” Mike said. “I learned things about Darr I didn’t know.” Goddamn it. No more stalling possible. Unless… “Oh?” my mom prompted. “Yeah, I didn’t know he was a piano prodigy.” There was an uncomfortable silence. A similar silence had probably followed King George III’s being informed that the American colonies had decided to declare independence. “Yes, he went to Julliard Prep,” my mom said brightly. “His teachers said he was quite gifted.” “We watched some of his YouTube videos, the concertos he played with orchestra.” “Really?” my mom said, pleased and a little surprised that Mike was that interested. Dad was pointedly ignoring this exchange in favor of the Business section. So far, so good. Maybe I was going to get off easy? “We even talked him into playing for us a little,” Mike continued. “I’m surprised he’s not a music major,” he finished pointedly. “That was his choice,” my dad said without looking up from the paper. Fuck. Dad wasn’t so engrossed in reading the paper that he wasn’t following the conversation. It was clear that this was still a sore point, the events of the past few months notwithstanding. I sighed inwardly, braced myself and waded in. “Not 100%, Dad. You didn’t give me any warning…” “I told you I would call someone to set up an audition for you, but you’re the one who said not to bother since you weren’t going to the best school possible,” my dad interrupted, reminding me. Just like a scratched CD, the same thing over and over. I tried, unsuccessfully, to swallow my annoyance, but the knee-jerk response kicked in. “I got into Julliard and the Manhattan School of Music. You’re saying two of the most exclusive schools in the country weren’t good enough as a back-up for Yale?” “We told you that you we wanted you to get a real college education not go to a trade school,” my Dad said dismissively. “You’re leaving out that you said it would be safer than staying in New York and that you had to show confidence in the University. Didn’t that work out well?” I said sarcastically. Two could play the but-you-said game. “Hey, I would have called my contacts at Yale before you applied, but you said you refused to be the George W. Bush of the piano world,” Dad said. “I. Want. To. Succeed. On. My. OWN!” I insisted for what felt like the thousandth time. “Ken, Darren,” my mother said clutching her forehead, “please, you’ve had this argument over and over again.” “Mr. Leibowitz, with all due respect, Darren misses piano,” Mike interjected. “He sits in the window seat in our room, listens to music and just stares at…I don’t know what. But he’s unhappy.” Mike had started politely, becoming more heated as he spoke. “I think he should be studying music, he loves it and he’s incredibly talented…” “You think so?” my dad interrupted thoughtfully, considering for a moment. Then he seemed to make a decision. “Okay, fine. You’ve made your case. Darren can study music…” “Really?” I interrupted, excited. “If he stays in New York.” I was confused. “You mean now?” “I mean now.” Idiot! I chastised myself, having recognized the calculating expression on my dad’s face a fraction of a second too late. I should have known he’d agreed too easily and that there’d be a catch. I shot a horrified look at Mike; my mother seemed to have frozen. “But…but…I haven’t even finished a year of college…it…it’s too late…to apply anywhere for spring,” I stuttered anxiously. “Well, Mike has convinced me that I was wrong, and you should pursue your dreams. But why go back to the University? You’re the one who called it a ‘shithole of a school,’ remember?” He’d obviously been storing up that last comment for months. “Do I have to decide right now?” I said in a small voice, still dazed. Dad could always reduce me to a complete shambles in minutes. “Take your time,” he said with his wolfish litigator’s smile. “You’ve got a few weeks.” “Excuse me, I need to…” I said, trailing off, caught my breath, then pushed my chair back abruptly, stood and turned to leave the kitchen. “Sweetie, you haven’t finished your breakfast,” my mom objected in a worried voice. “I’m not hungry. Give it to Maxi,” I snapped over my shoulder. “Darr?” Mike called, following me. “Ken,” I heard my mom say sharply, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” I missed his reply, likely because all I could hear was the loud ringing in my ears while I replayed the conversation and wrestled with the choice I’d been given. ————————— “I can’t believe him. God fucking goddamn it!” I half screamed, half groaned while I paced back and forth in my bedroom. Mike was sitting on the bed watching me anxiously. “Honey, I’m sorry…” “It’s not your fault,” I choked out. “I should have warned you, we should have talked about it.” “I just thought it would help if it came from me instead of you,” Mike explained, sheepishly. “I figured they sort of felt like they owed me a little, and you’d said your dad was angry about what happened.” “I know you meant to help. It’s a…touchy subject, and Dad hates feeling at a disadvantage.” I kept on pacing; I was afraid if I stopped I’d explode or cry. Either option would be completely humiliating. “Sweetheart, please calm down.” I continued to pace. We were quiet for a few minutes if you didn’t count the sound of my blood boiling. “Darr, maybe your dad is right?” Mike said tentatively, breaking the silence. I stopped and stared at Mike, shocked. “If you stay in New York, you could take piano lessons, audition for schools, and you’ll be safe here. You won’t have to worry all the time, and constantly look over your shoulder,” he continued. “I can’t stay here. If I do that he wins,” I argued. “Honey, what if it’s a…test? If I support you staying here so you can study music, then no one can argue that I’m with you for myself.” “That’s ridiculous and you don’t know my dad like I know him. He’ll hold it over me forever.” I paused a minute. “And I’ll miss you…” I said, feeling my eyes sting. “Aw, sweetheart, I’ll miss you, too. But it’s only for what, six months? After graduation, I’ll come straight to New York and get a job. I could be a personal trainer at a gym, find a job teaching phys-ed at a school, or if I have to I could work construction. I’ll get a job at McDonald’s, anything.” “What about law school?” I demanded. “I’ll figure that out later.” Mike said. “Oh, wonderful. And if it doesn’t happen, then it’s my fault,” I said. “Well if you don’t stay here and study piano, then it’s my fault you can’t do what you should be doing…” “No,” I interrupted, “I’ll figure out something. I’ll take lessons back at school, there must be someone I could study with. And maybe I could take some music courses, too? My dad doesn’t have to know everything I do.” “And when he sees your report card?” Mike asked. “What’s he going to do, demand a refund? And there’ll be the settlement from the lawsuit. We could take our share and go wherever we want.” Mike was shaking his head, his eyes closed. “Darren, I can’t do that to your mom and dad. They’ve been good to me, paying for me to come here with you and taking care of all the expenses. It wouldn’t be right.” My insides twisted, I was short of breath. Tears warred with fury, so I consciously chose anger and resumed pacing. “I guess Dad was right about everything,” I said bitterly. “A few months with me is more than enough.” “What are you talking about?” Mike demanded. “You’re ready to give up and leave me here. You’re still the Prefect, right? So you can go back to school and find some other guy,” I said brutally. “You could have any of the others you want. Maybe Aiden? He’s really hot…” “I can’t believe you,” Mike said angrily. “I’m trying to do the right thing…” “Oh, yeah, sure,” I snapped, interrupting his explanation. Mike stood and interrupted my agitated pacing, grasping my shoulders and giving me a little shake. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Don’t ever forget that.” “So that means I’m supposed to be a good boy and do whatever you say?” I snarled back. “No, it means…” he began, and then he took a shaky breath, visibly trying to dial back the emotional temperature, “we’re sherbet, right?” It was the last thing I expected; I made a sound that was some combination of a sob and a chuckle turning away to fight for control. He stepped up behind me, wrapping his arms around my torso and pulling me close. “That’s bashert,” I mumbled. “You know what I mean,” Mike whispered in my ear and then trailed a line of kisses behind my ear and down my neck. “No fair,” I moaned. He didn’t stop – what’s that saying about fairness, love, war…? His hands were under my long-sleeve t-shirt, pushing aside the soft fabric to caress the skin of my abdomen; my back arched and I groaned, fighting surrender. But I didn’t want him to stop, either. Maybe if it’s good enough he won’t want us to be apart…maybe it’ll convince him…I rationalized desperately. Now he was unbuckling my belt, sliding down the zipper on my cords, pushing my briefs down and out of the way. I heard the rasp of his zipper and felt his hardening dick brush my thigh, then graze my butt. Just that light touch completed shattered any resolve. I wanted him more than anything else, would give him whatever he wanted. Anything to keep us together – I couldn’t lose Mike. I turned toward him and pulled him down for a kiss. Once our lips met everything else was obliterated: all my worries, Dad’s ultimatum, everything and anything else. There was only Mike and me, the taste of his lips and tongue, his muscular arms around me, his cock throbbing against me. I stroked the soft skin at the nape of his neck, exploring his hairline, his closely cropped hair tickling my fingers, and moaned into his mouth when he delicately stroked my ass crack. “Fuck me, please,” I begged in a husky whisper. “I need it, I need you.” Mike lifted me easily and dropped me on the bed, then covered my body with his, his rigid dick probing my abdomen and captured my mouth in a searing kiss, tongues tangling, breathing accelerating, pulses pounding. His warm, muscled body weighed on me, pinning me in place. I could feel his chest hair against mine as he started to rub his cock against me, pre-cum easing the friction. He kissed the corner of my mouth, then his lips followed the line of my jaw to my ear while I gasped and squirmed under him, then moaned aloud once he began kissing and licking my ears. “We belong together,” Mike whispered against my ear between kisses, “nothing will ever change that.” He moved to kneel over me, his dick and balls hanging out of the fly of his jeans, his immense cock rigid, twitching, pre-cum beading at the tip as he scooted forward to bring it to my mouth. I eagerly met him halfway, applying my lips delicately to the head with tiny, teasing kisses, working my way down the shaft. He moved further forward, pressing his jean-covered balls against my face. “Sniff my nuts,” he ordered in a low voice, grinding the worn denim against my face, “inhale – deeper,” he demanded. My own dick was rigid, I was completely aroused by his dominance, whimpering with pleasure as I obeyed. “Let me hear it, sniff out that crotch, now start kissing, nice little kisses on my balls. You love my balls, don’t you boy?” “Yes, yes,” was all I was able to get out between kisses. “Lick them then, taste my jeans, that’s it, keep going, don’t stop,” Mike demanded as he moved forward, my head between his legs. He brushed his ass over my mouth, settling himself with his ass crack right on top of my nose, pungent man scent filling my nostrils. “Smell. My. Ass,” Mike commanded. “Get that man stink in your lungs, you know you love sniffing that funky asshole of mine.” I obeyed immediately, loudly inhaling his musky scent. “Now kiss that man’s ass, keep kissing my top hole, make me feel good, oh, yeah, fuck yeah, lick right where my ass crack is,” Mike said on a groan, rubbing the rough seam against my mouth. I turned away for a minute, the pressure a bit too much. “Don’t move your fucking head,” Mike barked, squeezing my head between his thighs. “I’m going to smother you with my ass,” he said, letting more of his weight press against my face. “Never pull away from me.” I kept my head in place with some effort, I could only manage to inhale shallowly, redolent with his scent. “That’s it, obey your man,” Mike said, then stood and shed his t-shirt and jeans revealing that he’d gone commando, a savage grin on his face as he flexed and showed off his body for a minute, squeezing his dick with his hand. “Look at what you’ve done to me,” he rasped out, then positioned himself over a corner of my bed with his legs spread. “Get the fuck over here and smell my balls.” I submitted immediately, my breathing ragged with excitement. Mike had never been so dominating before, and it was driving me wild; I was panting and moaning as I positioned myself under his big balls. His wiry pubic hair tickled my nose as I inhaled the powerful odor of his pubes. “Lick my balls,” he snapped, “yeah, that’s it, keep going, now get your nose in my asshole, start sniffing that shithole…yeah, boy, now lick it, taste that man’s ass. Eat me, don’t stop…ah,” he groaned gutturally. “Time to fuck now.” Mike grabbed the fuck sheet out of his backpack, folded it and put it under my hips, then grabbed the jar of Vaseline from my nightstand drawer, stuck his fingers in for a glob that he smoothed over his dick, using the remaining bit on my asshole, putting a finger up my rectum, then adding a second and a third finger. He pulled my legs over his shoulders roughly, positioning the head of his cock against my pucker. “Brace yourself, bitch” he said and rammed his cock inside of me, my sphincters clenching painfully, then releasing as he began to pump in and out, his thrusts brutally hard. “This is what you like, take it, take my dick,” he said huskily as his hips pounded against me, his thrusts gaining force and gathering speed, the slap of his skin against mine getting louder. I could still smell and taste his dick balls and ass on my face, along with our comingled sweat as Mike drove into me, not letting up for a moment, nothing soft, just the sheer power of raw fucking as he exerted complete control over me. His shaft was angled against my prostate, massaging it, as I strained against his iron hold on me, my own excitement starting to peak. “Take it,” he murmured, “the cum is boiling in my balls, I’m going to shoot my charged load up inside your sweet little hole, breed that ass of yours, mark you as my mate…here it comes…ah, Ah, AH” he groaned in time with his thrusts, burying himself balls deep inside of me. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, probing my prostate until I couldn’t hold back any more and shot with him. My cum shot up between us, hitting my face; he covered my mouth with his, inhaling my gasps and moans while licking the cum off my face. We gradually calmed, breathing slowing, his kisses become melting and sensual as post-orgasm relaxation kicked in. “You know I don’t want to leave you, right?” Mike asked. My gut clenched and I could feel my eyes sting. Nothing had changed… “But…but…we just made love,” I exclaimed. “How can you...?” I broke off as tears threatened. “Get off of me,” I said, pushing at him ineffectually. “Honey,” he began. “I said let me go,” punctuating my demand with a hard shove against his chest. He pulled out, saying “Sweetheart, please…” “Don’t you call me sweetheart,” I barked, “you fucking liar!” “We can make it work,” he promised. “We can Skype or video call on Facebook every night, and it’ll be June before you know it. You’ll be so busy with lessons and practicing, anyway, and I’m going to be swamped wrapping up the semester and graduation. Anyway the rest of the frat is…” I tuned out – Mike’s words making no sense, cold spreading through me: the chill of betrayal. “You’re not the only guy in the world,” I interrupted, taking refuge in fury. “There are other guys who want to be with me. In fact, both the bodyguards my parents hired over Thanksgiving fucked me in this bed the last time you deserted me because you were so concerned and worried that you decided to be a total asshole,” I snarled, struggling into my t-shirt and corduroys, my voice getting louder and stronger. “What?” Mike shouted angrily, shock and hurt registering on his face, I noted with savage satisfaction. I was pulling on my boots, preparing to leave, to go anywhere to get away from him. He had put on his own clothing rapidly, and grabbed my arm, restraining me. “Who needs you? Go back without me, see if I care,” I spat at him, unleashing my hurt and fury. Loud, insistent knocking at my bedroom door cutting off our argument. Now the fuck what?

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