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Sorry for the delay guys, I wasn't aware there is a daily comment limit and busted it before I could post part 2 yesterday. This is about to get fucking wild, so brace yourselves. Reminder that this is pure fantasy and should be taken as such. It's not 100% realistic or accurately depicting chem use, but it fits my fantasy so I hope you enjoy just like I do 🙂 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Part 2 – My conversion I was basically speechless. The last 24 hours had been like a dream, like I accidentally stepped into another reality I couldn’t fully comprehend yet. That feeling was being turned up a few notches, seeing this beautiful man invite me into his room. That was not something I thought would happen in my life, but here I was. Without even thinking about it, I made a few steps forward and stopped right before his bed, not knowing what to do. “Come lie down next to me, boy.” His voice was commanding but in very soft way. It was like an out of body experience, I could almost see myself robotically obey his commands. Some part of me wanted to run away, out of the house and never come back. But another part, a deeper and stronger side of me I did not know existed, only wanted to submit to this man. In the past month, Rick had been so generous with me, so kind, I was starting to see him like a father figure. I was afraid of what was about to happen, but at the same time I trusted Rick completely. I sat down so close to him our arms touched. It was electrifying. I didn’t know what to do or say so I lay still, waiting for him to make a move. I stared at the screen watching the video that was playing. "You look a bit tense, boy. Is there something wrong?” “I’m fine, Rick. I’m just not sure...” “Not sure of what?” I didn’t know what I wanted to say. The words came out of my mouth without me thinking about it. I started stammering trying to explain myself. “I just don’t know what’s going on. I’m not sure about a lot of things.” “Like what? Are you talking about that big thing growing in your pants? It’s kinda hard to miss. Or maybe you’re talking about mine?” As he said that Rick grabbed his bulge and gave it a squeeze and gave me a big smile. “I... huh...” “You keep telling me you’re straight but let me tell you something. I’ve met a lot of guys like you in my life. They all think they are completely straight until they try having sex with a man. At that point, they all become either bisexual, or completely gay. Nothing beats man to man sex. Nothing. Wanna give it a try?” “I’m not sure, Rick.” I pointed at his biohazard tattoo, “What about that?” “Don’t worry about that for now. Let me help you relax and make up your mind. You ever tried weed?” I knew exactly where this was going, and I was getting equal parts very excited and very afraid. “Yeah, sure. I love smoking weed from time to time.” “Well, I got something way better for you.” He grabbed a glass pipe next to him and filled it with white crystals and handed it to me. “Here, this is called Tina. Just suck on the end of the pipe when I tell you to. Empty your lungs first, go slowly and fill your lungs as much as you can. Go.” I couldn’t believe my fantasies were already becoming a reality. He lit the bowl and I started inhaling. I could feel the smoke filling my lungs. “Now keep it in as long as you can.” I did as he told me and exhaled a big thick white cloud. “Good job, boy. Now do it again.” He repeated the process another 4 times. I was getting very high, and my body was feeling extremely hot. I was wearing a shirt and I suddenly got the urge to take it off. “You alright boy? I looked at him and couldn’t think of anything to say. My eyes probably looked glazed and out of focus. I was already very horny, but suddenly my nervousness disappeared, and I felt like my body was on fire, like it begged to be touched and stimulated. “What do you think of this, boy?” He took my hand and placed it on his cock, which was still encased in his tight cotton briefs. It felt huge in my hand, hard and soft at the same time, and quite warm. It was a very strange and novel feeling for me, and I was getting even more excited. I got closer to him without even thinking about it. My face was now a few inches away from his chest and I kept looking at his tattoo, placed all around his right nipple, which was closer to me. “If you’re straight, you must enjoy sucking on titties, right? Well sucking on a man’s tits is just as fun. Why don’t you try it? Go ahead.” I placed my mouth on his nipple and started sucking and licking it. His nipples were quite big for a man, so it was very similar to a girl, but firmer. I was really enjoying it, but suddenly he grabbed my dick through my pants and started massaging it, encouraging me to suck harder. I started moaning in pleasure feeling his hand on my cock. He quickly got his hands inside my pants and started jerking me off. I took it as a signal to do the same and grabbed his cock in the same fashion. I was in heaven at that point, my whole body was on fire and I was beginning to feel a tingling in my ass. My cock was leaking precum like crazy and I felt I was coming close to an orgasm. Rick felt it and let go of my dick. I was disappointed but then I felt his hand move downwards my asshole and he started to massage it. “Keep stroking me boy, you’re doing a good job.” After a while, I don’t know how long, he got a finger inside my hole, and it felt amazing. I was sucking his nipple harder and harder and moaning louder and louder, stroking his huge cock (my god it was big!) with increasing speed. I eventually came hands-free, shooting cum everywhere on ourselves and on the bed. “Good job, boy. That was very nice. Not bad for a first experience, right?” The orgasm was even more intense than the one I had the day before, but I was still extremely horny and restless. His finger was still inside my hole, and I wanted him to push deeper. He knew it and was wiggling it just enough to make me want more. “You enjoy having your ass played with boy?” “Yes.” “Yes who?” “Yes... huh... Rick.” “After sucking on my nipple like a little baby on his mom’s tits I think you should start calling me Daddy, don’t you think, boy? Say it.” “Yes Daddy.” It felt so right calling him Daddy. I was definitely seeing him as such now. I wanted to be his little boy so bad. I realized how much I loved when he called me boy, something I didn’t even notice until now. As I was calling him daddy for the first time, he pushed his finger all the way in, and I let out a loud moan. This felt so good I wanted more. “You want me to take you to the next level? You think you could handle my big dick?” “Oh yes daddy I’d love to have your big dick in my ass.” “You ever been fucked before, boy?” “No daddy” “You’re going to need to be loosened up a bit if you want to be able to take it all. I got just what it takes.” With his finger still firmly planted in my ass, daddy produced a syringe and held it in front of my eyes. “This is called a slam. I think you already know what it is. I know what kind of videos you’ve been watching lately. You did your homework, haven’t you, boy? You’ve been craving it, now. Am I right?” “Yes daddy. I want to try it so bad.” “You know what will happen when I put that in your arm?” “I... I’m not sure.” Daddy put the syringe down, held my face in his hand and looked at me in the most intense way I’ve ever been looked at. As he started talking, he kept massaging my asshole making me squirm with pleasure. “You’ll be hornier than you ever thought possible. You won’t be able to refuse anything I tell you to do. You will get past the point of no return. Now listen to me very, VERY carefully. If you want to proceed, there is no going back. You will become my little slam pig. You will beg me to fuck you. And I will, but I only fuck raw. No condoms. Ever. And as you already know, I’m poz. This means I carry a virus that I will gift to you. After I poz you, you will be sick for a while, but I will take care of you. I always will. You will then become a poz slam pig. I intend to keep you with me for a long time. A very long time. I like you a lot, boy, so you will not only become my poz slam pig, but my personal live-in fuck slave. I’m into a lot of weird and kinky shit and you will experience all of it. I will take you to levels of sexual depravity you never imagined were possible. You will be fucked every day several times a day. I will keep you high on drugs pretty much 24/7. You will become completely addicted to the drugs I give you, but also to my poz cock and my toxic cum. You will feed on it, with your mouth and with your ass. I will share your holes with some of my friends, all poz dudes, who will also share their DNA with you. You will be constantly filled with poz cum, bred, and fucked up all the time, for the rest of your life. Nothing truly bad will ever happen to you, you will be under my protection forever. If something ever happens to me, I will make sure that another daddy can take you under his wing. Otherwise, I will make you experience levels of pleasure you never even dreamed of, and it will be relentless. I won’t let you ever regret your choice. But I won’t do any of it unless you give me your consent right now. Take it or leave it. You choose a life of sexual servitude with me, or you say no, go back to your room, pack your things tomorrow morning and leave this house to never come back. So, what do you choose? Think carefully, because it might be the last choice you ever get to make, boy.” I was so high and horny that I wasn’t in any position to make that kind of decision, but I didn’t really have a choice. I couldn’t say no. My whole body was screaming “YES, DO IT!”, my ass was saying the same thing, my dick agreed, only an increasingly small part of my mind was protesting. I briefly considered the consequences of contracting the virus. I knew it was possible to live a very long life with it, and I trusted daddy to make sure I’d be fine. I was feeling the urge to get this over with, I felt it was now inevitable and if I said no I would end up regretting this. Leaving my old life behind was concerning, but what daddy was offering me in its place was way too tempting. I knew I wasn’t thinking completely clearly, but my choice was made. “Yes, daddy. Slam and poz me please. Make me your drugged up slam poz pig slave. Shove your needle in my arm and your huge cock in my ass. Make me yours, I want to live by your side forever. Do it daddy, please!” Daddy gave me a big smile, pushed his finger way deeper inside my ass one last time and withdrew it. I cried in despair at the sudden emptiness. “Patience my boy, you made the right choice. I’m so proud of you. You have no idea what’s about to happen to you, but I guarantee you will love it. Now before we go any further, I want you to confirm your decision. See that big dick I got here? You’re gonna put it in your mouth and you’re gonna suck it. Go ahead, boy, get down on the floor, on your knees and suck my big poz dick.” I quickly did as I was told and got on my knees. Daddy’s huge cock was right before me. It was the most magnificent thing I ever laid my eyes on. With two large balls hanging below, an incredibly thick shaft with a network of veins running all over it, a mushroom head half covered by an intact foreskin. It was glistening with precum and looked incredibly tasty. I opened my mouth and sucked it in. The taste was even better than I hoped. Way better than my own cum. A bit salty and sweet at the same time. “Yeah, that’s it boy. You’re taking very well to your new role. Soon you’ll be sucking it like a pro. You have great potential. I’m glad I chose you to become my little poz bitch hole.” I was hungrier and hungrier for his perfect dick and sucked greedily. With every suck, his cock was going further and further into my throat, and Daddy started pushing it even deeper, thrusting against my mouth with his hips. After a few minutes he was basically fucking my face, and I was loving every second of it. I could already feel his toxic precum coating my throat and happily swallowed his fuck juice. Suddenly, Daddy pushed me away. “Okay, that’s enough boy. I don’t want to spoil my load. This one’s going into your ass, and I want it to be big enough to make sure we convert you on the first try. Now, how did you like sucking that poz cock, boy?” “I love it Daddy, it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I love having your huge poz dick in my mouth and down my throat. I hope I get to please you this way every day. You can use my mouth in any way you want, Daddy”. “I know, boy. I don’t need you permission anyway, I already have it. I’m glad you like it because you’ll be doing this a whole lot more in the future. Now, get back on the bed, on all fours, facing the wall.” I did as I was told, eagerly waiting for what was next. Daddy still wasn’t slamming me so I was curious what he had in mind when I suddenly felt something small and hard pushing against my asshole. “I’m filling you up with some lube laced with Tina. I’m putting a lot of it in there, so you’ll be all slippery to welcome my cock in a few minutes. The Tina will heighten your horniness a few notches.” As he was talking, I could feel something cold filling my asshole. “And done. Now don’t move while I keep preparing your hole.” Daddy started fingering me again, slowly making circle motions to stretch my anus. Soon he put in another finger, and then another. The stretching turned into a slow finger fucking. The T-laced lube was starting to take hold, my ass was burning, and I couldn’t get enough of his fingers. I was craving something bigger, longer, and harder. “Oh god, Daddy, it feels so good. I love what you are doing to me.” “Shut up boy, let me do the talking. Now I made some bruises inside your holes. You’re bleeding a little bit so when I cum later my littles poz babies will go inside your blood stream through your ass and knock you up. I think you’re ready for your total conversion, then. Lie down on your back and put your hands over your head.” Once again, I obeyed. My ass was on fire, empty and screaming to be filled, especially after having experienced Daddy’s fingers. He took one of my wrists and tied it to the bed, then the other one. I couldn’t move much, couldn’t escape, and was at the complete mercy of my Daddy. My heart was pounding, I was getting way higher than I ever been before and still couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It was all going so fast, but I felt more alive than ever before in my life. I was experiencing so much pleasure already that I started moaning like a bitch as Daddy strapped a tourniquet around my arm. The feeling of being outside my body came back. My attention started to drift from what Daddy was doing. I was looking at the porn on the TV; some rubber gimp was tied up in bondage and taking cock on screen, his ass overflowing from previous loads, and I wished I was him, when I suddenly felt a prick on my arm. For some reason I kept looking at the porn. “The needle is in, boy. This is it. The point of no return. Once I push it in, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine forever. This slam contains a little bit of my blood, so even if my poz cum doesn’t convert you later on, this will guarantee the outcome for you. No matter what happens, starting from NOW, you’re my little poz slam pig slave.” When he said “NOW”, Daddy pushed the syringe and injected his mix of blood and meth. I was now infected with his virus and there is nothing I could do about it. Not that I wished to. I was finally where I was supposed to be. Everything felt completely right. Daddy then removed the needle and the tourniquet. I felt something very strange in my lungs and had to cough violently. I suddenly got very disoriented. “Breathe, boy, slow and steady. You’re feeling the slam rush. In just a little moment you’ll feel so good you will never want to feel any other way. Welcome to your new life.” I tried to focus on my breathing and started to calm down from the rush. At this point Daddy was right. I was feeling extremely good, horny as fuck and high as hell. It was like riding a cloud at full speed while everything around me goes in slow motion. My whole body started tingling and an intense warmth was radiating from my ass, which begged to be filled already. I felt wide open down there and started gyrating my hips to get some stimulation, waiting for my Daddy’s cock. He positioned himself at the end of the bed and looked straight in my eyes while he entered me on one smooth move. I expected it to hurt, but his ministrations and the slam made it go in without the slightest hint of pain. An indescribable feeling of pleasure exploded all over my body, coming in waves from my ass, each wave being stronger than the last one. And Daddy hadn’t even started moving yet. With his dick firmly planted up to the balls in my ass, he told me to focus on his face and listen. “I have been looking to get a boy like you for quite some time. I placed the ad hoping to find a nice young man, preferably straight, lure him to my place, groom him a little and make him discover the joys of extreme gay sex to convert him and enslave him. You fell right into my little trap. But aren’t you glad you did?” I tried to reply but could only make a questioning moan. “Yeah, that’s right. I spent the last month conditioning you to trust me and depend on me. I gradually exposed you to homoeroticism without you even realizing it. I configured my wi-fi network so I can see each site you visit and what videos you watch. I know exactly what you did after you saw me with my poz buddy yesterday, who agreed to stage this little show with me just for you. I have access to your webcam and got to witness just how much you enjoyed what you saw. You’re very cute when you cum, you know that? You’re not the first guy that lives here, I had dozens of other attempted victims, but all the previous ones weren’t up for these things. They were turned off by it, horrified even. But you, my boy, are different. You took it way faster than I expected. It only took 24 hours to make you see the truth. You always wanted this, but you didn’t know. It was always in you; I’m just showing you your true nature. We were meant to be together. I was meant to take care of you and fuck you, and you were made to be my slammed up poz bitch.” All these words were making my head spin but my ass hornier. I accepted everything my Daddy said and left the pleasure consume me as he finally started fucking me, picking up speed rather quickly. “I can keep this up indefinitely, boy. I’m so rich I don’t have to work at all. I have well enough money to keep you high 24/7, feed you and pay for your meds, and enough free time to fuck you all day long if I want to. This is all you will ever know from now on. No more jobs, no more school, no more going out with friends or sleeping with girls. You are a gay sex slave. This is your new life. Forever, all the time. You’re now just a gimp. When we’re done converting you, starting tomorrow, I’ll show you the rest of my kinks, fetishes and perversions. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Every sentence was hitting my mind like a ton of bricks, confirming what Daddy said; this was my true nature. I was ecstatic to learn my fate, knowing that I didn’t need to worry about anything anymore and I just had to serve my Daddy and experience all this pleasure. I couldn’t wait to find out what he had in store for me. “You’re about to be bred for the first time, boy. That’s right, I’m gonna shoot a big poz load deep inside your guts. Once it’s done, you will truly become my son. I will own you forever. No matter what happens, wherever you go, I will always be inside you. You already have my blood, now you’re getting my seed. But I won’t pull out yet. We are in for a very long night. I’m going to breed you again, and again, and again, until I’m completely drained, and you’re completely filled with my toxic poz cum.” And there I was, on my back, hands tied up to the bed, my knees almost up to my shoulders, high as fuck on meth, just having surrendered myself to this perfect man for the rest of my life. I had accepted a life of servitude, of infinite pleasure, depravity, drugs and devotion for my Daddy. He was giving me the best gift possible. At this point in his speech, he paused and grabbed a small brown bottle. These must be poppers, I thought. “I almost forgot about this. Nothing better than a nice few hits of poppers right before a breeding.” He uncapped the bottle, closed one of my nostrils and put the bottle under the other. “Sniff.” I took a deep hit. “Exhale. Sniff again. Again. Again.” After 4 hits, he took 4 for himself, closed the bottle and resumed his fucking. The rush from the poppers was exquisite and my ass felt even looser and better. Daddy’s dick, on the other hand, seemed to have grown even bigger and harder. He started to ram me. I was suddenly mesmerized by the sight of this perfect man fucking me, I stared at his beautiful tattoo and wondered if I would end up having one too. It looked menacing and commanding respect. I wanted to worship it. I couldn’t wait to suck on Daddy’s nipples again. “All right boy, this is it. The final step in your total conversion from straight neg boy to gay poz slam slave. Take my load, you little bitch, take my toxic cum up your ass, get pregnant with my virus and make it grow!!” Daddy then let out a very loud groan, became all hard and stiff as rope after rope of poz cum painted the deepest parts of my ass walls. He came to a stop, his dick deeply buried in my hole. He then opened his eyes, looked at me with the most loving gaze I’ve ever seen and said: “I love you, son.” I will always remember this moment with such clarity. He called me “son” for the first time. Not just “boy”. “I love you, Daddy.” He smiled and started fucking me again without pulling out, just like he said he would. He truly was my Daddy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued in part 3 (tentatively called "My life as a chem slave" for now, but I'm still planning it out). Parts 1 and 2 were pretty much the entire story I had in mind initially, but I have more ideas about what happens next. It's gonna take up to a few weeks to write it out. Hope you enjoy !

NEVER WANNA STOP! My cock is rock hard in my jock. Awareness comes and goes, but I always feel every thrust from every dick as it goes in and out of my ass, and every spasm of cum that gets shot inside me. With moans and full on begging, I work for every load, milking every dick with my eager, firm, smooth swimmer ass. I’m not sure how long it’s been, but there seems to be a natural lull in the rush on Nic and me. The last guy to pull out of me spins me around and kisses me hard on the lips. He’s a slightly overweight, daddy bear. He thanks me, and I thank him. We’re both grateful that his load is in my ass right now. I have cum and some spit all over my face, chest, and soaking the pouch of my jock strap. I’m really not sure how many guys just fucked me in this back room marathon gangbang, but it was fuckin’ awesome! I gain control of my legs, a little wobbly as I stand up. I look over at Nic as he is doing the same, swallowing a load that is half in his mouth and half on his face. We both stand together and smile at each other. Stepping closer, our cum soaked bulged jock straps grind together, and it’s delightfully familiar. I put my lips to Nic and kiss him. Both of us moan instantly, tasting cum on each other. Definitely one of the hottest kisses of my life! Our hands are on each other’s smooth, sweaty bodies, feeling every muscle and pulling each other close. Nic – fuck, Braden. This is so hot. Me – Fuck yeah, you are so god damn hot getting fucked like that. I fuckin’ love it! Nic – Well, we don’t have to be done now! Me – I fuckin’ hope not! Why would I want to stop now? We both erupt in laughter. Nic – Man, I gotta piss bad. Come on! I walk with Nic into the open part of the bar and into the bathroom. It’s another dark room with a urinal trough. I feel a little bit of cum leaking from my ass as we walk in, but I love it and I don’t try too hard to stop it from escaping. The last thing I want is for someone not to notice what an easy bareback slut I am! And I absolutely love how much Nic is into it. I really do hope this is something of a date, not just some random cruise night. And since we’ve made out so much and haven’t even fucked each other, it seems like a possibility! There are a couple guys standing at the trough, pissing. The smell of piss and sweat takes over the whole room. Me – Nice, this place is fuckin’ perfect! Nic – Yeah, you like that trough? Me – Yeah, I really do! Nic pushes me toward the trough and steps up behind me. I turn around with my ass to the trough, facing Nic. I know what this is about. I bend my knees and rest my ass on the cold urinal beneath me. Nic has pulled his dick out and is pointing it right at my chest. I look up at him, grinning ear to ear. Nic – Swimmer boi likes to get wet? Me – Fuck yeah, bro! I press my hands on the rung of the urinal and lean back. Without either of us saying another word, Nic closes his eyes and focuses. Then I feel the hot spray of his piss hitting my chest. His hot piss runs down my body, soaking the front of my jock and dripping off my ass into the urinal. I moan, nodding and begging him. Me – Fuck yesssss, piss on me babe! I fuckin’ LOVE it! Nic – Fuck yeah you nasty faggot! Take it, bitch! Nic aims his cock up and sprays my face with piss, washing some cum off and soaking my hair. I open my mouth for his aim, making the telltale sound of piss splashing in and filling up a hot faggot’s mouth. As Nic finishes pissing, I take his cock in my mouth and suck him down, balls deep and swallowing the last bit of piss that he has to give. He moans, grabs my wet hair and starts to fuck my throat. I take it, loving every time his cock slams into the back of my throat. We’re both rock hard again. There are a few guys standing around, watching us. We’re blocking most of the urinal, so Nic drops down to his knees next to me and we both lean against the trough. It only takes a few seconds until we are both getting sprayed with two streams of hot yellow piss. Both of us soaked, moaning as we keep our mouths open to catch any amount of piss these guys will give us. We’re holding each other tight, eagerly begging for anyone in the room to piss on us! Two really hot Latin guys with tats all over walk up to us and immediately start to piss in our faces. We both moan like whores, loving it! Mouths open, they stick their pissing cocks into our mouths. Gulping down the piss, both of us have the backs of our head pressed against the urinal as they skull fuck us, slamming our heads back and forth on the urinal. It hurts, but my cock only throbs harder. I start to gagg, spit running down my chin and onto my chest. I blink my eyes to clear the piss and look up at this beautiful stud that is using my mouth. His body is smooth and ripped. I run my hands over his abs and chest, which seems to make him grip my hair and encourage him to fuck my throat even harder as he finishes pissing. I look over and see Nic getting the same treatment, taking it like a fucking whore. Damn, what a fucking trashy slut he is. We press our sides together as we service these beautiful, raging, dripping, monster cocks. I swirl my tongue under the foreskin and run my lips along his cock, noticing the bumpy shaft and slight taste of ass on his cock. As my eyes clear, I see a huge biohazard tat right above his cock. Seeing it for the first time, I moan as he presses my forehead on it and digs his cock hard into the back of my throat. I gag and spit up some piss and snot all over his cock, balls, and down my chest. He groans and pulls his rock hard cock out of my mouth, slapping it on my face. I gasp for air as he strokes his cock and smears it over my forehead. Top – Yeah bitch, you like that dick in your throat? Me- Fuck yes, I love it! I stroke his cock some and look up at him, then over at Nic who is working that dick like it was the last one he’d ever get. Top – You want it in your ass, faggot? Me – Yes please, sir! He grabs my hair and pulls me forward. Pressing my face into his abs and my lips onto his biohazard tat. I run my tongue along his beautiful body, licking everything I can, but mostly swirling my lips on that sexy tattoo while I stroke his wet dick. Top – You know what that tat means? Me – Yes, I do. Top – Trashy little slut like you, you’re gonna let me dump my tainted cum up your cute little fuck hole, aren’t you!? Me – Oh fuck yes… Nic – Fuck Braden, you are such a nasty bitch, I love it! The two tops press our heads together, Nic and I eagerly make out, sucking each other’s tongues and tasting the piss, cum, spit, sweat and ass in our mouths. Me – Fuck….you are so perfect! Nic – Yeah, because you like everything nasty and fucked up! We both laugh, pressing our heads together as the tops smear their cocks on our faces. Me – Are you gonna let that guy fuck you? Nic – Of course I am! Nic presses his lips to my ear and whispers… Nic – And I want to see you beg for that guy’s hot, dirty, toxic, poz cum like the sick cumdump faggot slut that you are! I literally melt into Nic’s arms when I hear those words. We kiss each other harder than ever. An electrifying freedom flows over my body and I know I’m in love. Nic’s energy is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before and I want him with me always, even for my most depraved cum chasing bliss! The top grabs my harness and jerks me to my feet. They pull us together, out of the bathroom and into the dark back room. Nic and I don’t really need to be pulled – we’d go anywhere with them right now. The two tops sit down on a bench, straddling it and facing each other. Their cocks are rock hard, sticking straight up. Nic and I look at each other. Me – You sure, dude? Last chance to back out. Nic – Ha! Are you sure? We both smile at each other, laughing a bit. Holding hands, we walk over to the bench. We both lean in and kiss our tops. Then we straddle the bench, facing each other, only inches apart. I look down and see Nic is boned up, rock hard in his soaking wet jock, just like I am. Both of us are so damn excited and I can’t stop wondering if this is a dream. How could I be so lucky to find someone that loves sex the same way I do? Me – Nic, we’re gonna get pozzed! Nic – Yeah, no shit, Braden. You nasty fucking slut! Me –Mmmmmmm fuck yes, I want it! Nic – Yeah, Braden. You deserve it! Nic looks over at my top. Nic – Are you on meds? Top – Fuck no! Toxic as hell here and not just poz! I got a handful of bugs to give your boy! Nic – Fuck Braden, you look so damn perfect like this! Me – You too, Nic! We both nod at each other, grinning ear to ear. Nic – Get all his bugs babe, make him pump them into your fucking guts! Together, we press down, sliding a stranger’s hard, bumpy dick inside us, bareback. We moan out at the same time as we easily slide down balls deep. We kiss and start riding these toxic fuck rods up and down. Our hands are on each other. I hold Nic close and Nic keeps his hands tight on my body. We only break the kiss when one of us gets a jolt inside us from the guy under us ramming his cock harder into our eager holes. Every time, we moan and beg for more. Nic – Fuck, Braden, I want us to get pozzed together. Me – Hell yes, we need it! We are getting pozzed together! Nic – Fuck yah, Braden, you dirty dumpster fuck! I giggle, moaning out and begging for more, right in front of Nic. Top – Yeah you fucking faggot, gonna knock you up with my resistant strain! Hearing that, Nic and I lock eyes. Nodding at each other. Nic – You still want it, babe? Me – Fuck yes. Never turn down a load! Nic – Fucking right! Me – Fuck yes please, knock me up and fucking use my body to dump your dirty load. Nic, take that toxic POZ load deep in your fucking ass. DO IT! Both of the tops wrap their hands around our waists. Together, they scream out and slam our bodies down on their dicks, lodging them balls deep into our cum filled cunts. As their cocks pulse and throb inside us, I lock lips with Nic. Kissing and holding him tight. We’re in love.

Part 1: The Legend An old Scottish legend, echoed in the mythologies of several other proud and ancient lands, tells of a woman who is enticed away from home,husband, family, and everything of value to her by a demon who appears to her, taking the form of her dead sailor lover. Hamish McAlpine read the description in a respected online reference source and snorted indignantly. It was so completely wrong, on so many levels, that he couldn’t believe they’d actually had the nerve to publish such trash. For starters, he wasn’t a demon. Not even close. He was immortal, true, but that wasn’t how he’d been born, nor was it by his own choice. Some people might think he’d enticed Alan, although he could have sworn it was totally 50-50 -- so who enticed whom? He had certainly not appeared as a dead sailor – what a ridiculous notion! Hamish could and did get seasick crossing a river. In fact, he had absolutely no power to shift his shape. All he could do was change his clothes and his hairstyle. He’d appeared as he always did – as himself, forever aged 32 “and a bit.” Most outrageous of all, the supposed “victim” wasn’t even a woman. Alan was a man – all man, the most sexy and magnetic man Hamish had ever met in his 988 years of life. And it wasn’t as if Hamish had ever lacked for interested men. He’d planted multiple loads of his immortal seed deep in the tight assholes of more than a few kings, ranging from Richard the Lionheart to Frederick the Great, with a little fling with James VI of Scotland thrown in along the way. He’d fucked, or been fucked by, dozens of men named in the history books, from the great through the not-so-great and all the way to the downright-dirty ones, down through the centuries. There’d also been a few missteps, a few intimate exchanges which ended badly with the party of the second part swearing vengeance, and demanding satisfaction. The results in these duels were predictable: Hamish would let himself be killed, then he would promptly resurrect, and the other man would either run screaming in terror or just blink and berate himself that his aim was so far off. Hamish had been immortal for so long that he scarcely recalled what his life had been like before it got extended indefinitely. He had vague memories of living in the servants’ quarters of a Scottish baronial castle, of acting as a footman, opening doors, bowing, delivering food from the kitchens to the Great Hall. His memory was a bit better when it came to his spare-time activities. Start with Neil, an apprentice armourer. Hamish had walked into the armoury one rainy afternoon, expecting to pick up a spear that was being rebalanced for the Baron. Instead, he found Neil bent over with the blacksmith’s spear embedded in his rear gate. Hamish had gotten down on his knees to suck on Neil’s cock, and soon pulled the sperm up and out as the blacksmith filled the young guy’s ass with his load. The blacksmith pulled out and went back to his forge but Hamish stayed when Neil invited him to fuck him some more. Hamish had driven his cock right into Neil’s butt, still full of the blacksmith’s seed, and the sensation soon drew his own cum up and out, filling Neil up to the point where the combined loads of sperm gushed and squirted out as Hamish kept pounding into his hole. But Neil was by this time getting hard again, and he pulled away, turned around, bent Hamish over, stripped away his clothes, and swiped a handful of the cum from his ass as lube. This was Hamish’s first time getting fucked, and it hurt like hell. He could hear the blacksmith laughing in the distance as the cries of pain were ripped out of Hamish’s throat. But the cries slowly evolved into moans of satisfaction as it became apparent that, in this area at least, the apprentice had definitely mastered some skills. Neil proved to be a first-rate top as well as a pliant bottom, and that combination of gifts kept both of them happy for the next year or so. But then Neil left, to take up a position as blacksmith and master armourer at another castle. More memorable still was Ian, fellow footman with a slim, firm body, blazing red hair, and an equally roving eye. It didn’t take any time at all, after Ian was recruited onto the castle staff, for Hamish to recruit Ian for after-hours extra work. Ian was the kind of man who would bend over any time for any man who asked and Hamish asked – early and often. They started with quickies snatched on the fly in the storage cellars, on the back stairway, or after hours in the kitchen. Hamish would walk up behind Ian, rub his hand across the seat of Ian’s breeches, and the younger man would turn to putty. Hamish would yank Ian’s breeches down, bend him over, release his own hard cock from his clothes, and proceed to plow that lovely Scottish ass with its light coat of flaming red hair. Even after Hamish had fucked him dozens of times, Ian’s hole remained delightfully tight, and it took very little time – sometimes as little as two minutes – before the tightness, and Ian’s quiet moans, pulled Hamish right up to the brink. Then he would pound ass, as fast as he could go, until his cum exploded in a frantic burst of energy inside Ian’s hole. Later on, Hamish reached a senior footman position and got a room of his own. It was cold, drafty, and dark, and the straw pallet was all he had in the way of a bed but still… it was private. Ian and Hamish enjoyed many hours of their off time, romping on that pallet. It gave them much more latitude to explore a whole variety of positions for sex. Since Ian’s cock was both shapely and not too thick, Hamish always enjoyed sucking him off. Ian particularly like the nights when Hamish would take him through their entire repertoire of positions, fucking him up, down, and sideways for several hours and planting several loads of seed deep in the redhead’s ass. In time, Hamish got hold of a bigger pallet and they were actually able to sleep together. Ian just loved cuddling up to Hamish after a good, hard fucking, and falling asleep with Hamish’s arms wrapped around him. There was no real love on Hamish’s side of the relationship. To him, Ian was a damn good fuck with a firm body who was always ready, able, and willing – but that was it. Ian understood that, and didn’t resent it, being grateful to always have hot sex there whenever he wanted it (and that was often). Life got a bit more tiring when the Baron’s second son, Robert, took to summoning Hamish in the evenings to help him relax for sleep. That started after Robert caught Hamish and Ian one night, enjoying a quickie for old times’ sake on the back stairs. Robert’s favourite form of relaxation was to slide his far-from-tiny cock deep inside Hamish’s firm ass when Hamish was on his hands and knees on the bed. Robert would then drive inside that hole deep and hard, sometimes keeping going for as long as an hour, and cumming inside Hamish as many as three times in a single extended fuck. He also demanded that Hamish prove his “loyalty” by cumming too. Robert was far too fastidious and dignified to let the lowly Hamish fuck him or suck him, or even shoot on him, so Hamish had to make do with his hand, with his back turned to Robert (who was actually quite a pleasant sight when undressed), and with Robert’s cock slamming into him at top speed. It all made for exhausting sex as well as a fierce ache in the nether regions, and left Hamish sometimes too tired to do the honours for Ian. Life underwent a dramatic change when the Baron decided to revive his struggling treasury by selling the services of his “private army,” as he called it, to the English King, Harold Godwinson, for a generous fee. The “army” actually consisted of a ragtag group of peasants and shepherds, “organized” (to use a slightly misleading term) under the direction of the castle’s senior servants. The Baron and his sons were nowhere to be seen – sensibly, as things turned out. During the trip south to England, Ian died in a bizarre freak accident. He lost his balance while fording a river, cracked his head wide open on a rock, and that was that. Hamish didn’t mourn overmuch. It wasn’t as if he had fallen in love with Ian, so what he mainly was conscious of was that he’d lost his favourite outlet for his most significant talent. In any event, this journey ended when they joined up with the English army at the beginning of October 1066. The King and his forces were marching to meet the invasion of Duke William of Normandy. The clash was due to happen near Hastings. William, of course, was destined to win immortality and a throne by winning the battle, which altered the entire course of English history. Hamish, though, was destined to win immortality of another kind altogether. That was the one part of his story that was due to demonic interference. One of the Norman knights lined up to participate in the invasion of England had fallen prey to his fears the night before the Norman army sailed for England. He’d called on a local sorcerer who had conducted a black mass to lay a spell of invulnerability and invincibility upon his sword. It had worked – in the sense that the dark power had undoubtedly invaded and possessed the blade. The unforeseen consequence was that the power of the sorcerer’s black arts leaped into the 32-year old Hamish when the knight stabbed him to the heart, as the Scottish mercenary defended the English right flank. Hamish died – but then promptly resurrected in immortal form. Meanwhile, the unfortunate knight got killed seconds later by one of the English knights. The real pity of it all was that he was a definite looker, as Hamish saw when the dead man’s armour was removed. He’d have been happy to have enjoyed a week or three – or more -- of mutual fucking with a man as well-built and well-hung as that one. Oh, the ironies of fate. Hamish got more out of the knight’s meddling with the black mass than just immortality. He also got sent back to earthly life in perfected form. His face, formerly pleasant enough, became devastatingly handsome. His shoulders broadened; his waist tightened. His originally short cock lengthened to a seriously challenging, eight-inch-long, uncommonly thick, weapon of choice for his favourite kind of duelling. Add on a newfound, intimidating level of bedroom stamina and Hamish McAlpine had become a major challenge for all of the man-loving men who would cross his path for the next millennium or so.

5. Scorpion Jesse slinks down the stairs and hauls back a half-asleep Eros to the priest’s bedroom. Rubbing gunk out of his eyes, Eros stares at the priest’s thin, naked body slowly twirling. “Yeah he’s dead all right.” Suppressing a yawn, Tommy tiptoes in quietly closing the door behind him. He presents a large plate of sandwiches to Eros and Jesse. "I found these on the counter. They're a little stale but I think they're—" Eros nabs two roast beefs before Tommy even finishes, "—okay." “Mustard?” “Like I’d forget,” Tommy says, annoyed, as he hands over mustard packets from his pocket. Eros is not a morning person, especially after just two hours of sleep. “Coffee?” “How many fucking hands you think I have?” Tommy’s prickly as Eros on two hours of sleep. The corpse does a full three-sixty as he munches a tuna fish wedge. When the monk’s pumped member glides in front of him, he turns to Jesse, “He fuck you with that thing?” “Jesus, Tommy. That’s the first thing you think of?” says Jesse, snatching an egg salad triangle whose crusts are sliced off. He watches the monk continue to rotate. “But, yeah. He fucked me with that thing.” Eros gobbles one of his roast beefs in a few bites. He goes to the bed and picks up a piece of rope. “Bondage, huh? What a shock.” “So you woke up and he was just hanging there?” Tommy suspiciously asks. He’s finished his tuna, and now starts on a turkey and avocado. “First I took a piss.” Jesse looks at the door and quietly slides the bolt lock so no one barges in unexpected. “When I came back I saw him hanging there.” Eros and Tommy circle the body chewing. Tommy looks at Jesse puzzled. “If his arms and legs are duct taped, how’d he manage to climb on the chair and hang himself? He had to have help.” “I told you, he slammed me a second time and I don’t remember anything after that." "So maybe you helped him and don't remember." Eros suggests. “There’s things I’ve done that I didn’t remember till T told me the next day.” "I barely could stand up after the first slam. No way I’m propping up a monk all taped up and getting him up on a chair. Look at me. On a good day I couldn’t lift, what—,” he gauges the body. “Like one-thirty, one-forty pounds? I’m not like T.” Tommy flexes a bicep for Eros and wiggles his eyebrows. Eros frowns, considers the situation. After finishing his second roast beef he proposes an idea raising his index finger. “What if someone comes in, binds him, and strings him up while you’re passed out?” “Except, when I got up to pee, the door was bolted on the inside,” Jesse counters. “Shit, that does complicates things,” Eros concedes. He takes the remaining turkey and avocado, which make Tommy snarl. He puts it back and chooses a lone lobster roll. “That actor guy and the tall kid were in here...I think,” Jesse reflects. “I’m not sure when that happened. But I felt a little dick as some point fucking me. Just like T said. I bet it was him. And the kid bitched about not having a hard on, but he got it up and fucked me, too.” “So tell me everything.” Eros squirts mustard on his lobster roll. “All you can remember.” “Dude,” Tommy balks. “You have to put mustard on everything?” “It’s the good kind. I didn’t know it came in little packets.” “Listen!” Jesse hits Eros to get his attention. “I remember the priest giving me this Prince Albert.” He pulls down his underwear and flashes his jeweled P.A. Tommy’s chewing the turkey and avocado and lifts the empty plate. "Should I go down and get more?" "Nah, you'll risk someone seeing you before we figure out what to do." Eros looks down to the pool below. Still empty. The sky's clear but it's brisk. Leaves are gathering around the pool filter. “Yeah, so after he gives me the P.A., he slams me the first time, and we fuck for a really long time, then he spanked me some, and then we fist—punch fist, sixty-nine fist. I never been so far up someone’s ass, ever! It was crazy weird.” Tommy whistles. “So many things happened. I’m might be confusing the order but I think I was gagged and blindfolded when the actor and the kid came in. I don't know how long they were here but they left, I'm pretty sure. I remember hearing the priest lock the door and then it got really quiet. Then after he poured hot wax on me—," "God damn, Jesse!" Eros bursts out. "You gonna listen to me next time?" "Like I need you to lecture me!” Jesse crosses his arms, looks defiantly at Eros. “Look at you all judgy. Say, how’d you and Mac D.P.-ing the kid go? You give him any choice?” “Let’s say he learned to like it,” Tommy says, watching Eros grind his jaw. “Fuck last night.” Eros snaps. Ostensibly he checks out the pool again, but then suddenly he picks up the antique chair and slams it down hard on the carpet with a boom. Jesse gives him a dirty look, shushing him, but then he blinks, looking wildly around. “Wait.” He searches the monk’s satchel then scurries around the room. “Where’s his case?” “What are you looking for,” Tommy asks, his mouth full. “He had this little case with a hypo in it. It had a couple vials strapped inside.” He looks under the bed, in the empty chest of drawers, and then rummages in the closet. “When he saw I was coming round he got out this kit—I don’t see it here. He also got out some scary tools—I think he must’ve pierced my nipple when I blacked out. After that second slam, I don’t remember anything. But that case should still be around." “Maybe whoever hung him took it,” Eros suggests. “Listen. Bottom line, it won’t look good you drugged up and locked in a room with a dead guy. You’ll be the cop’s suspect numero uno. Good you came and got us so we can get ahead of this. T, before anyone gets up we should get the body out of here. Bury it in the forest or maybe out at the lighthouse. Hardly anyone goes out to the cape.” Tommy pauses, swallowing the rest of his sandwich before he holds up his hand, waving it in disagreement. “No, someone might eventually find it. We should take it out to sea and Davy Jones it.” “No,” Eros says pacing. "It might float back. Then they’ll see neck burns and that’ll lead to a bunch of questions.” “Okay,” Tommy's pacing now, too. “Between here and the dock there’s that swamp. We can take it there, and weight it down with rocks. Nobody’s going to go traipsing into the swamp." Eros enthusiastically bobs his head in agreement. "Okay. Then we take one of the kayaks, make it look like he took one out early—“ “Like,” Eros says, clapping him on the shoulder, “we put his sandals in it—“ “—and his rosary—“ “Genius! And his rosary in the kayak and turn it over on the beach like it floated back without him.” “Yeah. Or just let it float out to sea! It’ll look like he went out before anyone else got up.” They’re holding each other’s shoulders, nodding, electrified by their brilliance. “He's still high—right?—he tips over and accidently drowns. No body to be found, but the police would have reason to believe they'd eventually find one. Right? That’s if Mac even reports him missing.” “I’ll get the kayaks if you guys get the body,” Jesse says. But then he pauses. “Wait. Why wouldn’t Mac report him missing?” Tommy and Eros exchange a look. Tommy says, “Let’s say he’s got his reasons not to attract attention.” Jesse collapses on the leather divan, the corpse spinning above him. He laces his fingers and put them on his head staring up at it. “So, if he didn’t hang himself—all duct taped up like that—someone else did. And if someone else did and got the inside bolt to somehow lock, he’s gonna know Father Lucius didn’t drown. They’ll rat us out!” “Well,” Tommy says, reasoning with him, “if we assume he didn’t hang himself—and I agree that it's impossible he did it—then someone went to a lot of trouble to get you locked into a room with a dead guy. So whoever that was, the last thing he’s going to do is make waves. What’s he gonna say? Like 'I know there’s no body,” he says in a stupid guy voice, “but I know that the body we can’t find wasn’t drowned—it was hanged'?” Jesse cracks his first meager grin of the day. “No way! No one’s going to say that. That’d be stupid.” Tommy claps him on the shoulder, leaning in reassuringly. “And whoever it is, isn’t stupid. So: no body, no evidence, no problem!” While Tommy clips Jesse’s chin bringing out a bigger smile, Eros climbs up on the chair and cuts down the body. He and Tommy slip the monk’s robe back on him. Tommy give Jesse the rosary beads. Eros lifts the shoulders and Tommy takes the feet. Unlocking the bolt, Jesse makes sure no one’s in the hall, and Eros and Tommy take the body away. With the monk's sandals and rosary beads in hand, he sneaks down to the pool. Quietly lets himself out the side gate, takes a bright green kayak off the rack and, though it weighs a ton, lugs it to the beach. There’s white caps all the way to the horizon—fortunately the wind is at his back. He lays the kayak down in the wet sand, places the sandals and rosary beads in the hull, and pushes it out with the tide. It bounces for a while in the surf, spins directionless, but gradually the steady wind guides it from the shore. Soon it’s only a vibrant green dot bobbing under an indigo sky. Far down the beach, rocks surrounding the lighthouse spray white foam in the air from crashing waves. The storm has traveled inland for hours but the ocean remains angry. Seagulls squawking on the sand part before him as he wanders back to the shack. Jesse waits nervously inside for Eros and Tommy to return. Minutes turn to hours. Inside the compound he hears the beginning of activity at the pool. Cups clinks, a low murmur of tired voices just waking up. Laying on Tommy and Eros’ futon he curls into a small ball. Their smell is comforting. After a long, harrowing night followed by a frantic morning—one filled with more questions than answers—he drifts off like the green kayak, into a very dark, very troubled sea of sleep. * Mr. McPherson drives the golf cart down a rickety wooden walkway. He’s none-too-shabby, thinks Jaxton, taking in his broad, tan shoulders, muscular back, and neck thick as a linebacker. Certainly the first good thing on this stupid island getaway Eddie planned. They head, clackety-clack, to the compound. The passing maritime forest would be pretty if you were into nature. He prefers Tribeca. Eddie sits gabbing excitedly beside Mr. McPherson. Jaxton, tuning out the chit chat with earbuds firmly in place, is in the back seat with a creepy old priest named Father Lucius dressed like an honest-to-fuck monk. The monk keeps checking him out. He sees his sideways glances. Jaxton’s trying to ignore him by concentrating on his Nintendo Switch. The moment the priest lays one finger on him, he’s ready to punch the fucker in the face. They disembark in the oppressive heat and take a smaller walkway to the house. They pause at the entrance watching some young guy—in his underwear, for fuck sake!—park the cart. He’s cute but short. Jaxton prefers guys tall like himself—like the owner of the compound, e.g. The owner says something about everyone being casual at his place and pinches his tit, which Jaxton does not like one bit. He thinks the man’s attractive, but he’s not one for men he doesn’t know thinking they have access to his body just because he’s hot and they’re rich. (Well, Eddie notwithstanding. But then Eddie’s paying him a hell of a lot for a bogus “assistant” position and he knows never to pinch.) Jaxton hunches forward letting his blond dreadlocks fall over his face so no one sees he’s simmering. He blasts his iPhone to drown out the men talking. But before Mr. McPherson has a chance to open the front doors, the monk unexpectedly flashes his junk, which is pumped to a grotesque size Jaxton’s never seen in his life, and to which no one but him seems to think is completely revolting, not to mention inappropriate. Inside, it’s what he’s come to expect in modern beach houses—it isn’t grossly ostentatious, at least—a minimum of chrome and brass with lots of wood and glass. Mid-century modern furniture in the living room, an Eames lounge chair, the requisite pair of Wassily black strap chairs arranged around a Noguchi coffee table; a Jasper Johns and a Warhol in the dining room. In the airy foyer and leading up the staircase are pictures of Mr. McPherson with a hell of a lot of famous men, Eddie as a twenty-year-old shirtless stud among them. Dark mullet aside, Eddie was something back in the day. It’s sad, really. Jaxton stops and points at the photo. In it, Eddie, shirtless wearing a leather vest, has his arm draped around very pretty boy about the same age. “That thirst trap is you?” he asks, incredulous. Eddie nods and huffs with their luggage up the stairs. “Look at you, bossman.” Jaxton says, which only irritates Eddie. Eddie hates when he drops into his faux-Jamaican act. “Who was the blondie?” Jaxton pesters him up the stairs. “No one you ever heard of,” he wheezes, clomping his way to the room. Their bedroom is large and thankfully frigidly air conditioned. Eddie wants to go immediately to the pool but Jaxton grouses that he’d rather stay in and play his Switch in the A.C. Eddie states categorically he is not going to have his weekend ruined, and demands the game with an outstretched hand. Back in the city a move like that would have caused Jaxton to tell Eddie to shove it and leave, but here he’s stuck and feels like he’s going to have to be at least a little accommodating. He turns over the game, binds his dreadlocks up in a man-bun, and put on his knee-length swimming trunks. “You heard Mac,” Eddie says. “This place is for the uninhibited. Either you wear that dental floss thingy I bought you, or a speedo like mine or nothing. But you are not wearing those ridiculous trunks. You’re not hanging your surfer friends in Montauk.” “That’s a negative on the speedos, bossman. Too much weenie for the bikini. And the thong barely packs me in.” “Then it’s nothing.” “Fine,” Jaxton sneers, and slips off his swimming trunks. He trots down the stairs having no problem displaying his body, especially if it catches the head of the house’s eye. He finds a shady spot by the pool. With his earbuds in and his player turned up, he doesn’t hear the priest dive in the water. Eddie taps his shoulder, hands him a frozen margarita. A peace offering. Jaxton graciously accepts. Eddie wedges himself on the lounge next to his. Besides his own margarita, Eddie’s brought a full pitcher, which he sets on the ground in the shade. He’s in his speedo, which Jaxton finds tragic. A moment later Jaxton’s alarm is set off warning him the old priest is swimming up. He registers Eddie and the monk are talking about him, so he turns down the music a little to catch if any of what they’re saying is of interest. “He’s a mighty tall drink of water, isn’t he?” comments the priest, leering at Jaxton. The music goes right back up. Jaxton hates that phrase. It’s right up there with String Bean, Bean Pole, Bean Stalk—anything Bean-adjacent really. Though the music is too loud for him to actually hear it, he sees the priest ask him, “How’s the weather up there?” That’s another one that ticks him off. The best he can manage is a minor scoff. He checks for any texts from anyone, anyone—even the DJ he’s currently ghosting—but seeing no bars, sags into the chaise. With a thick bottom lip he nurses a sip of his margarita, but perks up instantly when Mr. McPherson comes out to join them. He’s awesomely naked, too. DILF, definitely, Jaxton muses. No tan lines on that boulder butt, and a cock swaying like an elephant trunk. With a cool sip of his drink he gifts the man a restrained two-finger wave. He takes one earbud out as a courtesy. “Hey,” he murmurs. Mr. McPherson acknowledges him with barely a hi—which straight away sets Jaxton off on offense while destroying his self-esteem at the same time, none of which he allows to register on his face. Mr. McPherson bounces on Eddie’s chaise and rumples his sparse hair. Eddie’s a kid again soaking up attention from someone powerful. Mr. McPherson says, “So if the storm holds off a little we can grill steaks.” He looks expectantly at the monk and then at Jaxton. “I trust I have men here that like to eat meat.” Jaxton pauses his music. If Mr. McPherson wants to be indifferent, he can be as serious as a morgue. “Actually, I’m vegan, Mr. McPherson.” Mac makes a theatrical grimace—turns to the actor, “I thought you said no food issues, Eddie.” Eddie slaps Jaxton’s ankle to get him to sit up. Jaxton reluctantly complies. “You eat meat. I’ve seen you eat a whole chicken.” “Dude, it was a free range guinea hen we had in California before the prelims. It made me sick all during the finals.” The priest emerges from the pool, his junk dripping like he’s taking a piss. He stands fists on hips at the end of Jaxton’s chaise. Jaxton scoots a little away from him, which causes Eddie to raise a cautionary eyebrow. “I’m sure I can find something in your pantry for our young giraffe, if you’ll allow me. Most of our monastery is vegetarian along with a few pescatarians.” Jaxton looks as if a turd is under his nose. Eddie looks puzzled. “Fish eaters, Mr. Gleason.” “Lobster,” Jaxton proposes. He’s being accommodating. “I do eat lobster.” Mac laughs, interjecting, “So you’re not that vegan.” Jaxton insists, “I’m totally vegan, bro." “Except for shellfish,” Father Lucius replies, also amused. He sits at the bottom of Jaxton’s chaise and runs a cold, wet palm over Jaxton thigh. “These have got to be the legs of a swimmer.” Eddie notices Jaxton is horrified by the monk’s touch. “A surfer. Also a competitive snowboarder, aren’t you, Jaxton.” Jaxton nods and hides his distain behind multiple sips of margarita. “He’s won prizes at Telluride and Sundance.” “Racing and freestyle,” he says, with a bit of blossoming pride seeing this interests Mr. McPherson. “And in May I just took first at the Rip Curl competition in San Clemente.” “Amazing.” The priest’s hand is higher up Jaxton’s thigh. “Father Lucius,” Mac trumpets, slapping Eddie on the shoulder as he’s rising to his feet. “How about you and I find our resident bro something he’d like to eat.” “I’d like nothing more.” Both men chuckle as they go into the house. Eddie scowls refilling his drink as Jaxton reinserts his earbud and tunes out the world. Somewhere during his playlist, Jaxton notices he’s cold. He looks up to see clouds gathering overhead. He’s had enough. Eddie’s finished the pitcher of margaritas, his head lolling to the side with a bit of drool in the corner—it’s sick to the point of being hysterical. In addition to having goosebumps, he finds he’s hungry. He wanders in the backdoor and discovers a naked Mr. McPherson fixing sandwiches at the kitchen counter. Jaxton cruises the man, making sure he knows his ass is being checked out. “Ah, I was just about to get you two. Grilling looks like we’ll have to put off till tomorrow. But I did find lobster salad. I made you some lobster rolls. Tell me mayo or gluten aren’t a problem.” “No way. Lobster rolls are dope.” Jaxton grabs one and hops on a stool at the counter. Mac finishes slicing brie for a series of sandwiches. “You know,” he says, without looking up, “you’re probably vegetarian not vegan, and not a strict one at that.” Mac picks up a hard roll roast beef, and joins Jaxton at the counter. “Maybe. These are lit, Mr. McPherson,” he says, finishing his first and takes up another. “Call me Mac.” They both savor their sandwiches, eyeing each other. “Where’s Father Lucius?” As if on cue, a rumble of thunder echoes in the distance, which causes Mac to croak a laugh. He points to the stairs. “The good Father is entertaining our young houseboy with card tricks, or something or other.” Jaxton’s eyes keep dropping down to Mr. McPherson’s hanging cock and back up to his large nipple rings. “I’ve thought about getting one of those,” he says, pointing to Mac’s piercing. “You’d look great with one.” “Sic. Only my left though. Is it true two rings means you flip?” Jaxton face is completely neutral. He slides the plate between them and starts working on another lobster roll. “I bet you think I’m an oinker.” “I’m all in when it comes to piggishness. Eat! You could use a pound or two.” He nudges the plate toward Jaxton. “And, yes, I most definitely flip. But I’m surprised you’re caught up in this whole left side, right side thing. That’s very old timey.” Mac reaches over and tweaks his right nipple. Jaxton elbows him away. “I prefer to top, but I’ll flip for the right guy.” He studies Mac’s reaction. Detects none. His brows furrows as he chews. Mac enjoys how seriously the boy takes himself. He’s lucky he gorgeous—stubble on his cleft chin, wispy hint of a mustache on his upper lip, long dark lashes, solemn brow, a slender face, with dazzlingly hazel eyes that turn on a dime: defiant, mischievous, dangerous, wounded, vengeful. What he would do with this boy over time. He could do without haystack of hair, though—but overall a perfectly lithe specimen of young manhood. Spirited, arrogant, entitled, unbroken. “Can I ask you something personal,” Mac says, opening his sandwich and picking off some roast beef. Jaxton looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “Do you and Eddie fuck?” Jaxton appears disappointed with the question. “Oh, that. No. Oral sometimes. Works out for the best.” Mac considers this a second, then takes a piece of the red meat and offers it to Jaxton. The young man doesn’t disappoint when he opens his mouth. Mac slips it in, fingers Jaxton’s bottom lip. Jaxton chews it down lustily. Mac picks off a smaller piece. “Try swallowing this without chewing.” Jaxton opens his maw and gulps it down. Mac emits his shark tooth smile, and slides off his stool. “You were drinking tequila?” He opens a cupboard and pulls out a bottle of Grand Patron. “A margarita,” Jaxton corrects him. His eyes flash as he recognizes the high-end tequila. “It should be illegal, don’t you think, to mix a two-hundred-fifty dollar tequila with corn syrup.” Mac brings out two shot glasses, fills them, and slides one across the counter. Jaxton throws it back as does Mac. Both slams down their glasses on the counter. “Oof!” Jaxton rasps. Mac fills them again. “You trying to get me drunk, Mr. McPherson?” “Do I need to?” They both down their shots and again hit their glasses on the counter. “Dude,” Jaxton rasps. “That is some fine hooch.” Two back-to-back shots and Jaxton feels warmth in his belly. He cracks his first smile since he’s been on the island. Mac sees he’s got a slight gap between his front teeth. He’s completely taken. “You think? Follow me,” says Mac, heading to the dining room. “Bring your glass.” In the dining room Mac takes a fat, unlabeled bottle off the bar cart. It only has a few inches of amber liquid in it. Jaxton notices something dark, maybe sketchy floats on the bottom. Mac pops out the wide cork and pours a shot for himself and refills the boy’s glass. “Mezcal de escorpion. This,” he swirls the bottle, “is muy, muy contraband. I dare you.” Mac sees the boy’s reluctance. “Pussy.” “Let me see that. Don’t pussy me, pops.” Jaxton takes the bottle, tilts it. “That a fuckin’ scorpion!” He’s incredulous. His façade of aloofness complete breaks down. “I make two shots my limit, but you gone and double dog dared me...Mac.” He spits out the man’s name and their eyes lock. He sips it, not taking his eyes off the man. With lips on fire, he’s challenged to down any more, but glaring at Mac he defiantly finishes it off. “Fuck me!” His eyes shine with a fiendish afterglow. “Gah!” he exclaims, violently shaking his head. “Right?” Mac concurs, downing his glass. Jaxton steadies himself with his bare butt on the edge of the dining room table. Mac pour himself one more and attempts to empty the bottle in Jaxton’s glass, but Jaxton puts his hand over it. “No-no-no-no, papi. I can’t.” “Sure you can. You win the prize.” Mac pushes his hand aside and empties the few last drops. There’s a plop. The small, black scorpion falls in his glass. “Dude,” he says with cloudy eyes. “You’re trying to poison me.” “The cartel I work with embalm the scorpion in mescaline. Not to be confused with mezcal. Bottled for a month, it neutralizes the poison and absorbs the narcotic. I promise you’ll get insight into how the universe truly works.” “Cartel, huh?” He suddenly very glad he came. “You’re lucky I’m as fuckin’ crazy as you are. Bring it.” With his two fingers, Mac plucks the scorpion from the glass, and dangles it in front of Jaxton’s mouth. Jaxton haltingly relaxes his jaw, battles second thoughts, and closes it. “Pussy,” Mac says flatly. Jaxton’s eyes blaze aggressively at him. Mac sees briefly the turbulence hidden beneath Jaxton’s cool surface. The tall lad reopens and Mac drops the scorpion in. Jaxton’s suddenly not sure about this, but two fingers go under his chin and Mac seals his mouth around the arachnid. “Now swallow.” Jaxton grimaces, displaying an agonized face. “Swallow. Don’t chew, just swallow.” Mac traces his finger down Jaxton’s throat, gently coaxing him. “You can do it.” His mouth and tongue burning, Jaxton struggles to keep his eyes from tearing wanting to spit the creature out. He fixes his gaze on Mac who’s sternly watching him. He feels the man’s dominance over his own instincts. He’s awestruck. Jaxton wants to submit to him, he desperately wants to please him, to cast himself off into those cruel blue eyes. He gulps the scorpion whole and begins to retch. “Don’t you puke! You keep it the fuck down.” Jaxton breathes rapidly through his nose. His eyes widen, then he collapses backward, sprawling out over the dining room table, his long legs hanging off the edge. He’s in shock at what he’s done and yet feels incredibly triumphant, victorious: more intense then riding the purest wave; his heart beating faster than the swiftest decent down an icy mountain. Mac examines the kid laid out like a human feast. He gives a squeeze to one of his nipples as a test and gets little reaction save a small grunt and a pulse from his dick. He runs his hand over the boy sandy blond bush, then takes his cock in his mouth and slathers his cock with saliva. Jacking the boy till his eight inches is standing at attention only takes a few stokes. Jaxton moans and grinds his hips in delicious revelry on the table. Jaxton’s head’s swimming. His eyes open, staring at a Warhol soup can, but his entire being is focused on his cock deeply engaged by Mac’s masterful technique. He’s being swallowed whole down an undulating, slick throat. One of the man’s hands glides through his pubes, over his abs, up to his tit. It’s pinched and Jaxton grabs it and moves it to his other nipple. Mac pinches that one twice as hard. Jaxton grabs the man’s ears and gently rocks his cock in and out his mouth. It’s a rare man that he can’t make gag. Mac flows with the motion and lets the kid have at his throat unimpeded, his tongue deliciously going along for the ride. Jaxton got his cock down his throat all the way to his pubes. Holding a guy here long enough always bring about a panicked gag reflex, but not this motherfucker. His long tongue even slithers out, tickling the underside of his heavy, prickly blond balls. It’s the softest, most thorough blow job of Jaxton’s life. And Jaxton’s going to enjoy skull fucking the man as long as he can. Mac lets him enjoy believing he’s the one in charge, skullfucking him by his ears. He can feel the increase of rhythm and the elevated breathing that’s a definite tell the boy’s about to blow. He releasesf his cock much to Jaxton’s disappointment. But he quickly jumps up on his dining room table and set his knees next to the kid’s ribs, feels for his hard meat and sticks it in his sloppy ass. It’s in before Jaxton has had time to mourn the loss of such expert fellatio. Mac slides his muscled ass back and forth adding an occasional gyration for spice. Jaxton’s aware what a good bottom the older man is, aware of how expertly he’s being milked. He’s on his back with a stud of a daddy taking proper care of his boy’s big bone. It’s a boy-daddy ‘ship he could get into. Up, down, round and round his long cock is stirred; stroked, pulled, slathered and slurped by a power bottom that knows exactly how to pleasure his cock in the way he’s entitled to be indulged. He grabs the man’s big swinging dick, one he’d love to get his lips around but he doesn’t have the dexterity. He settles for stroking it one hand and with his other hand gliding over the man’s muscular rock-hard ass, his six-pack abs, and his expansive chest pulling on those awesome door knockers. Visually and sensually he’s close to shooting, but again Mac frustrates him by climbing off before he can nut. “I’d say we’re ready for our next course,” Mac says. He climbs off the dining table and pulls a very drunk and slightly tripping Jaxton back toward his playroom. As they travel through the hallway, Jaxton feels the scorpion’s narcotic begin to wash over him in increasingly intense waves. They surprise Eddie swaying in the back door from the pool. Eddie and Jaxton happily recognize each other, both are happy drunks. Both rest their foreheads together in a gesture of familiar greeting. “You having a good time, kid?” Eddie asks him. “The best, Eddie.” Mac steers Eddie toward the stairs. “Eddie, go get your nose candy and summon Shaggy and Scooby to the playroom?” Eddie beams, elated, giggling in a sing-song to himself: Shaggy and Scooby, Shaggy and Scooby. He staggers upstairs for his stash that will get him through the night and into Tommy’s hot little ass. Mac puts his hand on Jaxton's shoulder so primed to perfection, so ready to be broken in. He observes Jaxton staring up at the light fixture. He’s waving his hand back and forth, observing sparks flying off his fingers, blurred trails following behind. "Come boy.” He guides Jaxton to the door. “This is when the fun begins."

Met one of my married (Str8) fuck buds just after 8pm at my local cruising woods for a fuck, we both love fucking outside & he likes an audience when he fucks. We found a spot to fuck and were a few minutes into my mate give my hairy hole some hard deep punishment with his big raw dick when guys started to take an interest. 10 minutes later my mate was close to breeding my arse, I could only see one of the guys watching us fuck. He was on my right, very tall, 6’2” or 6’3” big fat belly the which was holding up with one hand as he wanked his huge uncut cock with the other. Suddenly my mate started to thrust balls deep in me as hard as he could and let out a loud roar as his big dick pump hard & fast inside my arse filling my guts with his huge thick load. As he slowly started sliding his dick out of my arse he loudly asked who was gunna breed me next. I heard a voice say he was next cos he was close to shooting his load, as my mates dick slipped out of my pussy the next guy pushed his big fat up curved dick in my cum sloppy pussy! It was squelching loudly with every hard deep thrust he made, then after a few minutes he was roaring & I felt his dick pumping inside me. I looked over to my right & told the fat guy with the huge dick that I wanted him to fuck my pussy next. He got behind me & slowly pushed his massive dick inside me. I groaned with intense pleasure as I felt his meat filling my guts & felt the weight of his huge fat belly as it rested on the small of my back. He fucked me hard & fast for a good 20 minutes , his big low hanging balls slapping up onto mine. He bred a massive load in me, so much cum it was oozing out of my cunthole while he was pumping it in me. After him there we two guys wanking hard and when they got close they bred their loads in me, after that i came back home. Around 11:30pm I had 4 scruff notifications in a row, they were mgs from a horny scally looking lad asking if I was up for having 2 very horny lads over to abuse my arse with their big dicks? Damn right I was up for it. The one who msg me was 19 yr old Alex, 6ft tall, slim toned build with a fat 8” uncut cock. His mate was 18 yr old mixed race lad called Aaron, 6ft 3 tall with a muscular swimmers build with a 9.5” uncut dick. They were talking turned to raid & breed my cunthole, while one fucked the other was getting his cock worked by my mouth. By the time Alex left at 2am He’d bred 5 loads in me & Aaron had bred 7, the last two were in rapid succession, minutes apart. Aaron stayed so I could fuck & breed his meaty hairy arse, just bred my third big load in him & will start work on a forth in a few minutes.

I dragged my teeth along his cock. He slapped me and told me to watch my teeth. I cleaned him off. He told me to give him 20 minutes and then come to his room. I finished my shower, dried off, went to my room, pulled on a jock, some workout shorts and a T. Pozzed While Cruising 7 I was at his room in 19 minutes… I lightly knocked on the door. Someone from inside yelled that it was open, so I slowly opened the door to see the up-and-coming jock freshman QB on his knees sucking off the starting stud freshman linebacker in their dorm room. He ordered me to lock the door, stripped down and eat some QB ass. Josh, the QB, looked back at me with a weary eye and that is when Ty the linebacker assured him that I was cool and that he just fucked me in the shower. I was going to eat his ass as he was going to finally learn to take it up the ass whenever TY wanted it. I could tell Josh tried to object, but when he opened his mouth Ty stuffed with his huge black cock. He had just bred me about 30 minutes ago, but he was again rock hard and ready to fuck again. I was hoping he would fill me again, but I am sure Josh was in his sites tonight. I still had some poz loads buried deep in my hole. I am sure one of them would fuck out of me. I thought how could I get one or both or these guys back to the apartment and convert them. I could not believe I was thinking like this just yesterday I was damn a condom nazi. Now, I had loads from 7 or 8 guys in me and some of them I did not know their names. I tossed my T-shirt and shorts back by the door and knelt behind Josh and licked his ass. He moaned a loud whore-ish moan. I thought anyone walking by the door would hear. Ty urged me to continue. I got in there. I was tonguing his hole and slipping a finger here and there into him. All at the urging of Ty to add another finger and to eat his ass, spit on it. I had nearly 3 fingers in him when Ty asked him, “What do you want me to do QB1?” Josh looked up at him never taking his cock out of his mouth and mumbled, “fuck me” “What do you want me to do?” Ty repeated. Josh pulling Ty’s huge cock out of his mouth and said, “I want you to fuck me with your big lineback cock and breed me!” Ty ordered me to get on the bed and Josh to straddle me with his 7 inch white cock dangling in my mouth. Josh almost immediately went to fish out my cock, but TY told him no and that I was there for guys like them to use. Ty got to use Josh and me and Josh got to use me. I was disappointed but I understood. Ty got behind Josh and ran his cock up and down his ass and plopped it in my mouth to get his wet. I did my best. I was ordered to suck Josh and Josh was allowed to finger and eat my ass. Ty slowly pushed his cock into Josh while Josh began to beg him to stop. Ty reminded him that he did ask for it and that Ty needed the QB to be the D’d bitch. This was going to happen no matter what he did it was all just a matter of time. Little did they both know what I had in store for them. Josh’s ass finally opened up and Ty’s hog of a cock slid into the freshman QB. Josh let out another moan of a man in heat. Just as Ty hit bottom Josh filled my mouth with his negative. He thought I brought him off, but I know it was that huge dick of Ty’s that did it. I was already working on a plan to get Josh alone with one of the guys from the group. I had Josh in one of my classes near where I had met Jake. I was thinking how I could get the two together and maybe poz the whole football team. Ty brutally pounded his thick hard cock into Josh. I could see some pink forming around his hole. I ran my tongue along the underside of Ty’s cock. Josh fingered my hole. I could actually feel him get hard again. Ty pumped a thick load into Josh for just having dumped one into me less than an hour before. I sucked on Josh’s cock and cleaned Ty’s prick and Josh joined me. In the last few days, I had turned into a wanton cocksucker, craving bareback assumingly poz cum and was willing to lure other guys into it as well. Josh asked Ty if I could suck him or if he could fuck me. Ty pondered for a moment and allowed Josh to mount me for his entertainment. I was about to get the 7 or 8th load of the day in my slutty pussy. I know I still had some poz cum deep in me. I knew though that if Josh fucked me he would meet in the bathroom after class. My plan was being set without me having to really work it. But Josh was going to be the start. I had to get Ty to the apartment to convert him as well. Was he just fucking guys due to the lack of real pussy or was he really bi. Time would tell. More to CUM I hope you guys are liking this story I am always up for hot chat and/or phone/skype and meeting locally Hit me up Joey

Nothing will make me not cum more then a bottom harassing me about cumming. Let it build naturally.

I was in Madrid last week and after a night out with mates I slipped off to Attack bar. Super charged atmosphere by the time I arrived just after midnight. Went down to the basement where most of the action was going on. A bear from California got down and sucked my cock deep and then turned round. His ass was wet with lube or cum (not sure) so I slid my hard cock deep inside and fucked him doggy. I was so turned on fucking him with everyone watching and fucking and sucking that I couldn't hold my 5 day load. I shuddered and shot a big load deep inside and carried on fucking and pushing my cum deeper until my balls hit his ass. I slid out once my dick was soft and then wandered around the bar, upstairs and downstairs, beer in hand. I ended up in another smaller room which got crowded quickly as there was this hot guy offering his cock for sucking. A guy from Berlin sitting next to me started to show his ass and I inserted my finger, then two more fingers and soon my whole fist was inside his ass. Felt amazing watching him squirm while I fisted him with my right hand and played with this balls and cock with my left. I fisted him for ages. Turned me on so much I was rock hard in no time. California guy came in then and offered us his well-lubed ass. Berlin guy fucked him hard first while I watched his cock slide into Cali guy's ass, then I took over and fucked him doggy even harder than before. This time I didn't cum so fast but when I did I edged for ages and then shot what felt like a pint of hot cum deep inside his ass and I bent over and kissed his neck. A fantastic end to an amazing night at Attack. My balls felt sore and empty as I left the place at 2am. I want to fist Berlin guy again.... loved it!

You're in for a treat then. I left a few hints about what's coming in the next parts. I'm a rubber fetishist first and foremost, so it's definitely in the plans.

Finally found a picture of TJ. This is when he still thought he was straight but he'd let a fag suck his cock.

I got totally flipped. From married to a chance encounter giving a guy a ride home from a bar. I never considered myself gay or bi, but as I was forced into a situation by an absolute behemoth of a man I felt submissive urges awakening that I never knew were even there. I felt shame and guilt for weeks. The more I thought about it, though, as time passed on - I have never been so sexually charged as I was when I was submitting. We had exchanged numbers due to having mutual interests and a rapport at the bar prior to the "business", and after a month of questioning my sexual identity and reliving the night's events while jacking off, I texted him and asked if he wanted to grab a beer. I ended up willing bending over him hours later and never looked back.

This ^ is how I understand this issue too. Consider having sex like a piano keyboard: most works are performed in the mid-range tessatura. Maybe some very high-pitched keys used, maybe some very low keys used, but most of the body of the piece being performed lies in the middle 2 or 3 octaves. This doesn't imply (obviously) that a score played beautifully in the middle range of octaves can't - merely by the fact that the extremities of the keyboard are absent - be beautifully conceived and performed. All it means is that the beauty of the work lies in a more commonly used range. So it is with having sex with many men. The best hottest most thrilling trilling heights may not be there, nor the lowest, most deeply, resonating within our chest, almost felt - not heard, pitches are played. Not every piece of music is Bachian in genius, Mozartian in uttermost grace, vs some of the current "artists" that lack these attributes. Point: There is a Universe of sexual activity, from the mundane to the magnificent. Anytime one hears a new recording, goes to a concert, stageplay, whatever, there is always that chance that the experience will be stunning - spectacular. Of course, the opposite may be the case as well. Anyone hitting the tubs, gh's, backrooms, fuckjoints can and most likely will experience the same. But indulging in the behavior - whether "high-minded" or base - is the key to whether or not we find thrilling, highly memorable experiences or less-than memorable ones. If we don't follow our instincts to share sex with multitudes of men, we definitely won't experience that "Bach" waiting in the next booth, or that "Mozart" with his Hole in the air right next to us. It's the behavior, not the actual results, that counts most.

Hey guys, I'm a long-time lurker here. I wrote a nice little story partly based on something that almost happened to me when I was younger, and on a much larger fantasy I had for a long time that has been shaped over the years by what I read on here. I'm almost done with the second part so if there is any interest I will post :) English is not my first language so please forgive any mistake. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How I met my Daddy I couldn’t believe it, it had to be a mistake. I looked at my phone more closely and the ad clearly said 112 Shelby Drive, but the address was that of a huge mansion in the upper-class neighbourhood of my city. The rent couldn’t possibly be that cheap. I sent the landlord a message asking if this was real and if there was a mistake. I got a reply in under a minute telling me that yes, it was an actual room for rent and the price was accurate, no mistake. I asked if and when I could visit and the landlord replied: “I’m at home all day, you can come by anytime”. It was about an hour of commute from my dorm, which I was about to be forced to leave since my classes were over and I just graduated, so I hurried to the place to make sure nobody would beat me to it. When I got there, I still couldn’t believe it. The house was impressive, a very recent building in the nicest part of town. I knocked on the door and heard steps closing in, then the door opened. A very tall and muscular man, probably in his fifties, was looking at me with a warm smile. “You must be Tom, I’m Rick. Come on in.” We shook hands and I came forward. The house was even more spacious and beautiful inside. Rick gave me a quick tour of the house and asked me if I was interested. “Well sure, I said. But why is it so cheap. I mean, I’ll be glad to pay this low but you could charge so much more.” “Well I’m not really after the money, I have plenty of that. I just thought it would be nice to have someone live with me, I’ve been alone for many years and could use the company from time to time, you know. So I figured I could find a roommate and offer someone like you the opportunity of living in a luxurious house such as this one. Landlords can be very greedy, and I think that’s not very fair. It’s my way of giving back and sharing my luck with other people.” It made sense to me so I didn’t question him further. “Oh by the way, before you accept or reject my offer, I have to tell you that I’m gay and I sometimes have some visitors if you are okay with that kind of thing. Are you straight yourself?” “Yes I am, but I don’t mind if you’re gay. To tell you the truth, I’m really interested in living here for a while, at least, this place is amazing!” “Great, well let’s get you settled then.” I was very excited to be moving in this house and Rick seemed like a very pleasant person to be around. He was very polite and kind, at least that’s the first impression I had of him. I didn’t know why, but I felt like I could trust him. The fact that he was gay was a non-event for me, I didn’t mind at all. I wasn’t gay myself, but I was open minded. As long as he didn’t try anything on me, and he didn’t seem like the kind of guy to do so, everything was fine by me. In fact, I was a little curious about the gay lifestyle, which I knew very little of, but I guessed this was about to change. That was a good thing, I thought. He took me to my room, which was very nice, quite large with big windows, fully and tastefully furnished with a queen-sized bed, desk, and all the essentials. I thanked Rick and told him I had to go pick up my things at my dorm so I can properly settle in. He gave me a key to the house. “Welcome home boy, I hope you enjoy staying here. I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun.” He let out a big warm laugh as I took the key and went on my way to pick up my stuff. The next few weeks were uneventful. I finished setting up at Rick’s house and got to know him a bit better. Turns out he is very pleasant to be around and very generous. He insisted I could use anything I wanted in the house, even the food, and made sure I was doing fine with everything. This was a godsend, since I was having a hard time finding a job. Every application I had sent was still unanswered. I was starting to get nervous and shared my fears with Rick, who brushed them off. “Don’t worry, you’ll find something in no time. In the meantime, don’t worry about the bills, I can help you out boy,” he said. “You sure? I don’t want to become a burden, you really don’t have to do this. I could go back to my parents.” “Nonsense. Your parents live on the other side of the country, in a little town where you’d have even less job opportunities. You can stay here as long as you want. I like you, boy, I want to help you out. And don’t you ever go saying you’re a burden ever again. You’re my guest and I’m gonna take care of you.” As relieved and grateful as I was, I redoubled my efforts to find a job. It was about a month after I had moved in when in the middle of the night I heard grunting and moaning noises that were coming from Rick’s room, upstairs. I stopped whatever I was doing and started paying attention. No doubt, Rick was having sex with someone. Now like I said I’m straight, but it had been a long time since I had seen some action and knowing some people were having what sounded like amazing sex so close to me got me going. I became very curious to know what kind of sex Rick was having. I slowly and quietly got out of my room and came near Rick’s to hear better. The moans were clearer, and I could also hear some words, although I couldn’t make out what they were. It was mostly Rick talking with his deep voice, but a higher one responded faintly from time to time. As I got closer I started to hear better. “... you like that big poz cock, don’t you faggot...” “...oh...” “What? I can hear you tina boy, say it.” “... I ... love … your poz cock Sir …" I had no idea what “poz” and “tina” meant, but the dirty talk was getting me horny like crazy. Hearing them moan and talk like that, coupled with the sound their bodies made as Rick was clearly fucking the other guy in the ass, had me rock hard in my boxer shorts. I managed to get on the edge of Rick’s door and couldn’t help from having a quick peek inside. I barely got my eye out and saw Rick right in front of me, with his eyes closed, fucking a young man about the same age as me. I couldn’t see the other man’s face as his head was buried into the bed, his ass way up to meet Rick’s dick, which I couldn’t see. I could also see a quite large biohazard tattoo on Rick’s chest. There was also a lot of stuff laying on the bed around them, I recognized a few bottles and syringes, but I couldn’t watch any longer as I was afraid Rick would see me. I bolted as fast and quietly to my room as I could and closed the door. I was so turned on by what I saw and heard that I started to jerk off right away and, with the image in my mind of Rick fucking the boy in the ass, came under a minute later. It was the most intense orgasm I had in quite a while, and I was surprised how all of this had turned me on. I thought about it repeatedly and started to wonder what Rick was saying to his lover. I got on my computer and googled “poz dick” and “tina”. I was very confused at what I was finding. Was Rick HIV positive? Was it somewhat of a turn on for him? What about the other guy? Was he okay with it? Tina was some kind of drug, and they were doing some? That would explain the syringes and bottles and various paraphernalia lying around. All of this seemed wild and intense to me and I was starting to doubt that I had heard correctly. I kept reading about it, and eventually found some videos showing dudes using needles, smoking out of glass pipes and then having sex. To my surprise, I couldn’t stop looking at them. It was SO HOT. My dick was rock hard and I kept masturbating all night long, sometimes hearing Rick and his guest in the distance. By my third orgasm, I was starting to realize I was not as straight as I thought I was, and I was becoming more and more curious about trying sex with another man. But I was also especially curious about the different drugs I knew nothing about but seemed to make these guys unbelievably horny and high as hell. My research led me to learn about the bug chasing fetish. There were people actively trying to catch HIV and I thought the idea was equal parts repulsive and fascinating. To willingly get yourself infected with this terrible disease and then “gifting” it to others. What a wild idea! I couldn't understand why I found it so appealing and still so frightening at the same time. Eventually late into the night (or early in the morning) I collapsed and fell asleep without even realizing it. I had wild dreams about naked men, huge dicks, needles, and cum and when I woke up I still had a huge boner and I had to masturbate once again. ---- When I finally got out of my room Rick was in the kitchen eating breakfast, alone. “Hey boy, made some breakfast and there’s plenty enough for you, just help yourself.” “Wow thanks Rick!” I felt a bit uneasy after what I had witnessed a few hours earlier. I was seeing Rick in a completely different light, now. For the first time I realized how handsome he really was; he had a very masculine face, big and well defined muscles, a very manly man. I caught myself starting to fantasize about him and my dick twitched a few times. I wondered what his dick looked like. “So, did you enjoy the show last night?” “The show? What show?” “I saw you peeking in my room when I was with my guest. I hope we didn’t scare you” Rick said with a laugh. My stomach sank. I got caught! I was sure Rick didn’t see me. At least judging his reaction, he seemed genuinely fine with it, but still. He caught my own concerned face. “Hey, don’t worry, if I didn’t want you to see anything I would have closed the door. You’re welcome to watch or join any time, I really don’t mind. In fact, I enjoy being watched.” That was unexpected to say the least, but it made sense. “So?” “Huh... so what?” “Did you like what you saw?” I didn’t want Rick to know how much I found it hot to watch him pound some guy’s ass relentlessly while saying incredibly dirty things to him. I was straight and I didn’t want Rick to even consider the possibility that I wasn’t in any way. "It was... interesting.” “Well, like I said you’re free to join in anytime, the more the merrier” he replied with a wink and a charming smile. “Aaah, thanks, but I’m not gay, so I’m gonna take a pass.” “You sure about that boy? You don’t know what you’re missing.” I was nervous as hell and thinking about what to say when Rick, having finished his meal, got up in a sudden. “Anyway, we can talk about it later I’m off to run some errands. See ya tonight, boy.” I was relieved this interaction was over. I was afraid Rick would notice the growing bulge in my pants. ---- As soon as Rick was out of the house I opened back the porn tabs on my computer and kept looking at stuff about tina, chem sex, pozzing, bug chasing and gift giving. This stuff was making me hornier and hornier. Everything was spinning fast in my head, and I was feeling like I just hit puberty for a second time. It was so dirty, horny, wrong and extreme that I couldn’t believe some people actually did that stuff. I read story after story on a website called Breeding Zone and then started to picture Rick getting me high and then laying me on my back, spreading my legs and entering me with his toxic poz cock and infecting me with his virus... OH. MY. GOD. As I reached that point of my daydreaming fantasy, I was masturbating furiously and erupted into the strongest orgasm I ever had, bar none. I shot my load on my belly and decided to scoop some and taste it. I had never done that but I was so horny I couldn’t resist. It tasted amazing. I wondered what Rick’s cum tasted like. Rick’s poz, toxic cum... I’ve always been sure I was 100% straight, but after all this and while looking at a video of a guy, fucked up on chems, getting gang banged raw by a bunch of poz dudes, I was starting to seriously doubt it. My erection wouldn’t go away even after several orgasms, I had never been this turned on in my life and for such a long time. I tried to shake it off and distract myself by resuming my job hunting, but I couldn’t focus on anything. My dick was there to remind me there were more interesting things to spend my time on. I was getting addicted to raunchy gay porn. When the night came I could hear noise coming from Rick’s room. I was really tempted to go and see what he was up to, and with whom. But at the same time I didn’t want him to know how curious I was about it all so I stayed in my room, waiting. After a while the noise became louder. I could hear moans and grunts, but it didn’t really sound like Rick or the guy that was here the night before. Eventually curiosity got the best of me and I quietly made my way to Rick’s room. As I got to his door, which was once again wide open, I was surprised to see that Rick was alone, laying on his bed, wearing only a pair of briefs that showcased a huge bulge between his legs, surrounded by several items like bottles, baggies and syringes. The noise I was hearing was coming from his huge TV; porn was playing, a guy was on a sling getting rammed by a huge cock and moaning like crazy. Rick saw me right away and gave me a smile. “Hey boy, I was starting to wonder when you would join me. I’ve been waiting for a while now. Come in, don’t be shy, I won’t bite.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued...

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Having a wife or girlfriend doesn’t make you straight. These are the men who are not straight but may be classified as “straight:” 1. Fucking women once in a blue moon, but only if it involves you getting some dick in the process. 2. Deciding you’d rather be miserable with a woman if you can’t find you poster boy/ trophy boyfriend 3. Being married to a woman and not having sex with her, yet seeking out sex with men. 4. Abstaining from all sex because you can’t find “hot men” 5. Hating youself for being gay or refusing to acknowledge you’re gay 6. Only topping twinks or fem guys 7. Being disgusted at gay sex unless it involves you 8. Having gay sex without enjoying it 9. Having gay sex after dark or only on weekends 10. Only being attracted to “hot guys” 11. Fucking other “straight” men with wives or GFs 12. Sucking dick yet not asking for reciprocation. Now we know these guys above aren’t really straight, but I understand some of you get psychological benefits from telling yourselves they are. So I will just say they are straight with quotations.

Living in San Francisco, there was a sex club down the street from Folsom Glutch, next to a clown college. One Saturday, I go into the place to see who's ready to fuck and I see a young Latin guy working the front desk. This guy had a nice brown & round bubble butt. I go around and play with some of the sluts. The front desk clerk comes and finds me balls deep in a bottom's hole. I was horny for him, he was horny me so I exit the other guy and start fucking. I ended up pulling out and blasting all over his face. Then taking my cock and slapping him across the face. I told him next time we fuck, I'm going to impregnate him with seed. Tells me, don't threaten him with a good time, while licking the cum off his face. I went back 3 or 4 times before I saw him again. This was a Sunday and really slow. He got off early and ask me to go home with. I had so much fun with his ass that night. I bent him over his couch and fucked him, fucked him on his kitchen counter, and once more in the shower for good measure. His booty hole was sooo good and I was having the time of my life giving him a good pounding. While in the shower, I busted my nut all up in his guts.

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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.

----- Part Last ----- Several people made comments about my improved mood on Monday morning. "I was really worried about you last week, Corey. I didn't want to pry, but you looked really depressed. I hope it wasn't anything to do with work or someone here" my boss said. Reassurances that I was OK were made and remade with each new comment. The upcoming project looked to be pretty good and much less grueling than the last one. In the evening, I finished off the pizza from Saturday and started to surf. First stop was the site Paul had me make the profile on. "Your inbox is full. Please consider upgrading to a premium account to send and receive unlimited messages" was the notice I was greeted with. Sure enough, 20 messages were there, most of them wanting to hookup. I read each message and checked out their profile. They varied from a 18 year old parTy guy to a sixty something bear. The ones with no pics, no info or that had sent messages of only "hot profile" or "fuck me" got tossed. That left five. A 21 year old college guy had the best message. "Hi. Newly poz, huh? Hope ur doin ok with it n might consider sharing. Sub bb btm here, not looking 4 master or ltr, just love gettin loads from lots of guys. been thinkin abt gettin pozzed a cpl yrs. chasing last 6 mo. most +guys on meds, didnt convert from creepy guy that I think lied abt bein +. serious here hope u r 2" was the note riskysub02 sent. I liked his honesty and low pressure approach. I sent him a reply - "hey doin ok now, thx. no script yet so no meds. only fucked 1 guy so far. u really sure? willing 2 share if ur not going to freak if u get chrgd." I went to the next best message - "cumdump here lookin 4 bug. hiv only, already had most others. u still toxic? nice pics, hope last 1 got lucky. prefer anon. have spot in bldg basement." CmDmp4ne1's profile listed a 30 year old Hispanic guy, a few inches shorter and twenty pounds heavier than me with a great furry ass. It looked like he had a nice cock too and listed himself as versatile bottom. He also got a reply - "hey. u sure? never on meds. waiting 2 find out if guy in pic got bug. how u fuck in basement? GH?" I re-read the others and wasn't going to reply to them until I knew how the other two guys turned out. Another message came in and I could barely decipher what it said. The profile was really strange too so I just deleted the message. I searched a few times and realized Paul was right about lots of guys looking for poz loads. I even found a profile for a guy that sounded like the hookup that pozzed me - "visiting 4 wkend. HVL & only breed no prep negs. multicummer" was all his profile said besides the stats which matched my hookup, except for his status. The dick pic looked familiar too. I was just about to log when the hispanic guy replied - "very sure. u knock up lots of guys? storage rm in basemnt w/matrss. dim light. free 6pm-midnite." Another round of messages from him and I had an address, directions to get to a basement storage room and a time on Wednesday night. Once again, as I was about to log off I got a message, this time from the college guy. "thanks 4 replying. I'm positive I want it, lol. wont freak 4 sure. cant host, can u? name day time place night btr but I will skip class 2 get pozd. 1x or wud u do more to make sure?" he said. "yw. cant host. u know of a place 2 meet? tomorrow after 7pm ok? 1x yes, 2 if we click" I sent as a reply. "Dix Theater on 4th? 8pm? Look 4 guy with glowing wristbands in main theater" he replied and I sent back "c u then." I'd heard about the adult theater but I had never been there. Except for three or four visits to a bathhouse at college, all of my sex had been in non-sleazy places - dorm rooms, apartments, cars or a few parks. I was nervous as I went in and paid the fee before wandering a few minutes until I found the "big" theater. There were only six rows of ten seats with an aisle down the middle and on both sides. A few guys were standing against the back wall and I spotted a couple people in the seats, spread apart. No one had the wristbands I was looking for but I had gotten there a few minutes early. I looked around at the other rooms, including the smaller theater that only had about twenty seats and a gay bondage flick was playing to the lone guy in the front row. I went back to the main room and looked around. While I spotted one guy sucking another this time, it seemed to be the same set of guys. I stood back in the corner and waited, now expecting the college guy to flake. Five minutes later, a guy burst into the theater behind me and walked halfway down the side aisle, breathing heavy like he'd just run a marathon. He looked around and then fumbled in his pocket and brought out two barely glowing wristbands and put them on. I chuckled and took a few steps forward, whispering "riskysub?" He spun around and in the darkness I could barely make out what he looked like, but he fit the general description of his profile. "Follow me" I said and walked over to the smaller theater which was now empty. I found a spot in the back and the college guy whispered "Sorry I'm late" before he sunk to his knees. He pulled down my sweats and quickly began sucking my cock and getting it hard. He was no stranger to sucking dick and I imagined he was one of those early starters. Once I was hard and wet, I tugged on his arm and he stood back up. "Last chance to change your mind" I said and watched him shake his head 'no'. "Bend over and show me that ass then" I said quietly, but sternly. He grabbed some poppers out of his pocket and dropped his jeans, stepping out of one leg. Each of his hands grabbed on to the back of the last row of seats. My finger ran along the crack, pushing in until I felt his hole. I heard him take a few hits of poppers while my finger slipped inside pretty easily. I didn't feel any lube or cum, just sweat from his run to the theater. "This guy's taken a lot of dick" I thought. Adding a second finger, I heard him moan over the lame soundtrack of the movie. I gave a few twists and pulled them free, stuffing my hard cock in right away. "Aaaahhhh, fuuuck yeah" the college guy moaned as I slid in until I was fully planted. I plowed his well used hole, never giving him less than three quarters of my average sized cock with each stroke and usually all of it. Each thrust was firm and while I might have been gentle to start with if we'd hooked up any other way, he needed a harder fuck. Only a few minutes in, I was drilling him and you could hear the slaps of our bodies echoing around the room. We had attracted a few guys who were a lot more interested in our fuck than the one on the screen. One guy shot his load on the floor and left, leaving two to watch us. "Breed me... please breed me" college guy begged when my thrusts started to get erratic. The last few thrusts were really hard and the college guy struggled to keep himself upright from them. On the last shove, my cock erupted. I let a couple ropes shoot out before I pulled back and slammed in again, unleashing a few more spurts of my charged seed into his cunt. With the last shot fired, I stayed fully rooted in his ass. "Give me a few minutes and I'll give you another load if you want" I said breathlessly, my hands still on his hips. "Hell yeah!" he replied. I leaned back against the wall and he spent the next several minutes licking my cock clean. Once I had recovered, we fucked again but I only lasted about five minutes before I dumped another, smaller load into his guts. The college guy sucked my cock clean again before standing up and pulling his jeans back up. With my sweats pulled up too, we headed towards the front door together. We got out on to the street and I saw him for the first time in glow of the streetlights. The grin on his face was priceless and he immediately said "Thank you. You don't know how happy I am right now." "Good. Same time Friday?" I asked. The grin got even bigger and he nodded his head before saying "Oh god yeah!" "Don't be late next time" I said with a wink before turning and walking toward home. Wednesday, I took the afternoon off and went to my appointment at the clinic. I tried to look concerned, but the doctor noticed I was in a better state than I was the last time. I didn't tell him about the weekend with Paul, or the guy Tuesday night at the adult theater, or the guy I was going to meet later that night, or how many guys sent messages to my profile on a bareback site, begging for me to share my bug. The doctor gave me the numbers from the tests, which meant nothing to me. I figured I'd do some research over the weekend and figure out if they were good or bad. One was really big and the other less than one thousandth of the first. I also got a prescription and a ton of other information. "Fill the prescription right away and be sure to abstain until we get the results from your next test and probably longer" I was told. "Sure, doc" I replied knowing there was no way I was going to deprive myself from having sex. The meet with the Hispanic guy was much easier than the one the night before. I easily found the door he'd propped open and then found him in the storage room, on his knees and naked. He was tighter than the college guy, but still an experienced bottom. I didn't go easy on him either and with only a couple gobs of spit for lube, he felt every stroke. After fifteen minutes of plowing him, I pumped a nice load into his unprotected hole. CmDmp4ne1 hadn't said a word the entire fuck and I only heard a few moans and groans from him. He never looked back either. This was just an anonymous pump n dump and I was on my way less than 30 minutes after I'd gotten there. He sent me message later saying "thx. luv a repeat or 10." Benny from the pizza shop was nervous when he showed up Thursday evening. I didn't have to do anything for him to be my delivery guy. It turns out the place has a list of the regular customers and drivers can request to service them. And service me he did. "Marco said you could help me out" he said sheepishly after he gave me the pizza. I smiled and pulled him into my apartment. Once the door was shut, I pushed him back to the wall and replied "If you really want a viral load you have to ask me." My face was inches from his and I could see the sweat dripping down his face and feel his body tremble. "Please, sir. Can you fuck me again and poz me? Please?" he pleaded. I knew I wasn't the only customer that he would bend over for. The last time he delivered he had at least one load in him and offered to let me to fuck him as long as I didn't complain to the restaurant that he was late. I may have fucked him safe that time, but it was a different story now. He begged for my charged load for the next hour as I pounded him first doggy style and then missionary. Being the big tipper that I am, he got two loads. The satisfied look on his face slowly turned to panic and back as I breathlessly told him "Doc told me yesterday with my viral load I can easily infect someone with just one exposure. Be here Tuesday night so I can make sure you're toxic as fuck." He nodded and I could see his brain comprehending that this really wasn't just some hot fantasy playing out. My poz cock was still in his neg ass when he asked "there's a buttplug in my bag. Can you put it in after you pull out?" Chuckling, I realized he was as committed to this as I was and I roughly jammed the plug into his hole. Friday's meet with the college guy was a repeat, except he was there waiting for me and he was a lot more verbal. The place was much more crowded since it was a Friday. Instead of standing behind the seats of the empty small theater, he was kneeling on a middle front row seat as I stood behind, drilling him. The poz talk chased a few guys away and drew others closer. "Knock his ass up" one guy yelled out as I started to shoot my first load. College guy moaned so loudly when I dumped my seed in him, I could hear him over the din of the movie and at least twenty horny guys, most of which were watching us, not the screen. When I pulled out, some guy from the crowd tried to take my place but the college guy shut him down. "Only one cock gets this hole today" he told everyone around us. Most of the guys wandered away while riskysub sucked and nursed on my half hard shaft. When I was ready to fuck him again, he stood up and whispered in my ear "Thanks for fucking me again. Even if you aren't poz it's still hot as fuck." I figured he was fishing to see if I really was toxic. He had obviously been lied to before and was skeptical that anyone was going to really give him a charged load. Short of showing him lab results, nothing was going to prove I was toxic right then and there. "Eight hundred thousand was my viral load Wednesday. Now bend over and lets make sure you're charged up" I whispered back. He let out a sultry moan which really turned me on as he turned, braced himself on the chair back and spread his legs. This time I fucked longer for our second round. The load was bigger too and I fingered him roughly after I pulled out. Once again we left the theater together. "You serious about the number?" he asked as we got out into the warm summer air. "Mmhmm. I'm not supposed to be even thinking about sex... even if I covered up" I replied, chuckling. "Have a good one" I said as I walked away. Sunday I sent a message to Paul and asked how things were going. "Better now that my ass doesn't hurt every second of the day ;)" he replied. "Aww I need to do a better job next time u been a good boy? no fucking?" I sent back. "No dick or ass, just my hand sir" Paul answered. I was a little pissed that he was jacking off and emptying his balls into his hand or a cum rag. I'd have to settle for taking the last neg load he shot inside someone instead of just his last neg load, period. "LOL good I cant say the same profile we made has been popular" I texted to Paul. Seconds later my phone rang. "I figured you would delete it as soon as I left" Paul said. "Nah, I wasn't sure I would meet up with anyone but a few looked too good to pass up" I replied. "Oh? Did they show or ghost?" he asked. "Guess I got lucky, both showed. Three if you count the pizza guy. Seven loads de-POZ-ited" I joked. We talked a bit more and after I hung up I went back to the site to see if there were more messages. Just like before, I was greeted with the "mailbox full" message. There were a few of the same messages, one from riskysub saying "thanks again" and one telling me I was a "sick motherfucker" for being poz and still wanting to hookup. I looked over the college guy's profile again and noticed he had changed it. "not looking atm. waiting to see if the last stud ended my chase" was the updated text and a new pic showed his ass with a toothbrush in it and a blob of pink cum running out of his hole. I hoped he took it after our last fuck and that was my load dripping out of his ass, but it made me smile. Work was busy the next week, but I did breed Benny again on Tuesday. He spent the night and I gave him three more loads before he left in the morning. There was also a hookup with another guy from the site on Wednesday. A fifty two year old guy that had stopped prep several months earlier. It was a lot of fun and my first time with a much older guy. We flipped back and forth for a couple hours, dumping a pair of loads into each other. There wasn't any poz talk, it was just two horny guys fucking bare and the consequences be damned. Thursday I was at work when I got the message from Paul, while I was in a team meeting. "Feel like shit fever & aches all ur fault, lol" his message said. I smiled and I'm sure my co-workers were confused why I was happy that the boss had just told us we'd be working most of the weekend. Friday night I picked up the prescription and took the first dose the next morning. I hooked up one last time from the site that afternoon with the mid-sixties bear from the first set of messages. He said he wanted to do what he'd spent decades avoiding and take his first raw poz cock. Three loads later, his fur was matted with sweat and my cum was in his gut. A couple weeks later I checked out riskysub's profile and it now listed him as poz and versatile. I sent him a message "congrats" and he replied a few minutes later with "thx stud u didnt lie ;)" CmDmp4ne1's profile too had changed. It still had "ask me" for his status but one pic showed a fresh biohazard tattoo on his ass. It may or may not have been from me, but it was good to see he got what he wanted. I did one more search but the bear's profile was gone. I deleted my profile and called for a pizza, wondering who would deliver.

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

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

I'd totally get off if I found a video of myself on the internet of me being a cock loving slut. Hopefully, it would bring me a lot more horny raw tops to use my mouth hole and asshole.

Not the bathhouse or ABS story, just the regular gear shop. I'd gone in to try and find a cockring, had only had one that has snaps all around and decide I didn't like it, I wanted a regular plain ring. They had a dressing room visible from the street, and no gloryholes or anything. I think the clerk in the shop was intrigued by the two sizes I chose to try on, ended up going with the bigger or the two, and soon he was peeking behind my curtain. One look at my hardening cock and he was on his knees sucking me to completion, if anyone had come in they would have gotten a show

Mentioned in another post. I've been blowing a str8 buddy for a while who asked what fucking boy's ass felt like. He seemed genuinely curious so next time he was due to come to mine for a blowjob I asked my boy, Drew to be there as well. We got naked and me and Drew got on our knees and sucked my buddy. As I was deep throating my buddy Drew stood up, next over the couch and spread his legs. I stood up and led my buddy by his cock to stand behind Drew. I told him now's your chance to find out how amazing Drew's ass is. He hesitated so I told him to shut his eyes and Id guide him in. He pressed his cok on Drew's hole and I kind of pushed him in - Drew is easy to penetrate but tightens up when your in. As soon as my buddy wa inside Drew the male drive took over and he pumped Drew hard with a big grin on his face. He shot his load inside Drew with s loud "FUCK YEAH" On his way ou /I old him Drew's ass is yours whenever you need it. He's been back twice and needed to persuasion to fuck my Boy. Drew is the only boy he's fucked so the next step is to get him inside a different lad. My buddy has never been faithful to his GFs and has always fucked around. I've told him that if all he's after is physical pleasure then there are legions of easily availably bottom boys needing to be fucked snd seeded. And they just ent your hard cock and your seed. II doubt he'll ever be emotionally gay but I reckon I can set him on the path to being a regular boy breeder.

If you fantasize about it, I am sure someone can "turn" you. I am not sure it takes that much of a twist.

Fuuuuuuuuuuck☣️

Craigslist m4m was such an impactful part of my sexual blossoming once I moved to a big city. I was still “in the closet” in regards to being an absolute dirty pig boy. I didn’t want to go out looking for a hook up with my friends at the clubs or bars because they were ultimately just filled with younger pretty boys. I wanted to be fucked by dirty old men and blow random strangers in alleyways. CL gave me the opportunity to anonymously put myself out there as a hole for daddy/grandpa cock. Plus I could put an Ad up before work and just casually check my email throughout the day to see who wanted to fuck me afterwards. I’m on double list and have had a few good hookups but it just doesn’t feel the same 😕.

I figured thats most gay men no? What could be hotter than gay sex? I do enjoy partaking in the gay lifestyle as well though. I love being gay and everything about it

Yesterday afternoon. Visited a stud in his hotel. Vascular, defined man, veins and muscles bulging out all over the place. Hammered my ass then shot a long stream of cum deep inside me. Groaning and collapsing. Kinda risky, since I've been off PrEP for a while...

Interesting train of thought! What do I count as my best sex? Do I think of the times with my late husband? Or maybe that time that my poz ex bred me while I begged for it? Or the daddy who gave me gono with his 8 inch monster and made me see stars? Or the hookup I had at IML with that bald pig who sat on my face? Or the Greek dude I blew under the table while he sold wristbands? Or last Sunday when I rolled around in pumpkin pie filling? See, it's all relative. One's sexual journey is a weird tapestry of various experiences. Some of them are Monets - abstract and don't make sense because they don't have to be understood. Others are Mona Lisas, curious and simple in their beauty. If one has a long history of these things, sure, you can say the best is behind you. Or the best is happening right now. Or if you're 18 and have your whole life to look forward to, this is less applicable. Not many 18 year olds can say they've had great sex and it will never be good again. Such negativity is destructive, and either leads to no efforts made (like me), or doing extreme things one isn't ready for in order to find the next "best sex ever". In case this wasn't a philosophy question, these are my top 5 sexual experiences. No particular order. - the night I railed my husband at Touche while he was bent over the bar at a piss party - sex with my ex in the summer of 2018 - the aforementioned Daddy who fucked me so hard my piss was rose-coloured afterwards - the pig who brought me into the pig lifestyle (plus that first time I fisted him) - the hookup with "Tim", who was small of frame, but so gentle and hung like a bull There's still more for me to look forward to. And each one will be different.

So far I’ve given 17 taken 9.

yes and I would gladly show my face while the man or group of men use me, fuck me and breed me, looking straight into the camera and begging for their loads

My name is Merk, I am 18 years old and until recently I have never had sex. My parents brought me up in church and kept me on a tight leash but once I turned 18, they pushed me out of the house and helped me get an apartment. They said that is what parents do for their kids. They would only pay for college if I went to a religious school. I chose community college and took grants and loans so I could afford it. I got to explore a lot with my classmates, and I was learning new music and even watched porn for the first time. I had made friends with a gay guy who was dating, and older guy and he had invited me out one evening and I joined not knowing what was going on, but Jess was funny, and he always made me laugh. Jess texted me the address and I made my way to his Boyfriends home and knocked, and this tall guy answered the door, and he was very attractive, Jess had told me he modeled, and I could see why. He invited me in and told me that Max would be down in a minute, and he introduced me to Dirk a friend of his also a model. He was all and good looking, more manly than Max’s boyfriend he looked Greek. The guy was very good looking also, I was suddenly uncomfortable, it suddenly felt like a date. My friend Joey came down and I pulled him aside and he swore it was not a date and that this tall model was a bi friend of his boyfriend, and he had no idea he was going to be staying over. He told me I had nothing to worry about since he said, the guy had a model girlfriend back home. I was sill a little uncomfortable but decided to go and have fun. We went to dinner and laughed and joked and had a great time and Joey’s boyfriend paid for it all. We went to a bar and had some drinks and played a game at the back table at the bar. It was a drinking game and each of us put a dare in and when you lost the bet you had to draw from the papers we had written on and put in the pile. I had written for you to kiss the guy to your right. I was sitting left of the Greek model and thought I would be safe since my friend Joey was beside me. Joey had written to kiss the guy on his right hoping to kiss his boyfriend. I pulled and almost put it back because it had kissing in, and I knew I was safe, but it was not in my handwriting, and it said right not left. I blushed and read it out loud that I needed to kiss the Greek God and before I could even move, he leaned in and kissed me. He was a heavy kiss and I thought it was a lot longer than it should have been and the more he kissed me I liked it. He broke off and said next and he put his hand on my leg. I felt like I should move it, but I did not and continued to play the game. So here I was in a bar with three guys, and it had to be a gay bar since guys were holding hands and all. Joey and his boyfriend said they had to get piss and left me with Acostus as he introduced himself to me. He picked up the piece of paper and leaned in and kissed me again. Deeper than before as he held my body. When he broke off the kiss, he guided me out of both and walked me out to the front of the bar and hailed a cab and we got in. I had no idea where we were going but he kissed me again and pulled me into him and held me till we got to his hotel and we wen tup to his room. I hesitated to go inside but he kissed me and pulled me into the room. I knew I should leave but he made me feel so good every time he kissed me, and he just started taking my clothes off. I went to stop him, but he kissed me and moved my hands away and continue to unbutton my jeans and push them down and unbutton my shirt and push it back and it fell off me. I was soon standing in my socks and underwear. He pulled off his shirt to a hairy chest and stomach that was totally defined and muscled and as I looked down his underwear were so full, and I could see the outline of his dick. It looked huge. I was shaking as he rubbed his hands on my skinny lean body and then he slides my underwear down and my dick was rock hard all 7” of it. He again leaned down and kissed me as he cupped my balls and dick and held them, and he lifted me up and placed me on the bed and leaned down and swallowed my dick whole and began to suck my dick and I could not help but moan and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. It was not long, and I spurted in his mouth, and he swallowed me and then came up and kissed me and held me on the bed and slipped off his underwear and I felt his big dick right against my back. He began to kiss my neck and then whispered that we should take a shower. When we got in the shower, he had a bag hanging from the shower and with a long nozzle, before I could ask, he kissed and turned on the water. When we broke the kiss, he turned me around and cleaned my back and then began to rub my ass and then my hole. It was slick and he slipped a finger in me, and it made me jump and he pulled me back and slide the nozzle from the bag in my hole and water began to fill up my hole and he kissed my neck and when he slid out the nozzle, he said hold I baby. I did and he turned the shower off and then dried me off and lifted me on the toilet set and left the room and I let out all that water and shit also came out. I was a bit mortified and then he came back and told me I was a good boy and he cleaned up my hole let me to the bedroom and gave me a drink. I soon became dizzy, he brought me back to the bed and kissed me all over and then rolled me over and ate my hole. I moaned and loved it and could not believe how amazing it felt even though I was only half there. He slide his finger and then another inside me and then I felt something sharp and a minute later heat throughout my body and he really began to play with my hole and he had three fingers inside me and I started to get loud so he stopped and I thought maybe it was over but he slide a ball gag in my mouth and then began to rub his big dick on my hole and before I knew better he pressed it against my hole and pressed inside me as I screamed into the ball gag. His dick was so big, and my ass hole was so small, it still hurt even though he had drugged me up. Tear were forming and running down my face and I screamed but it was so muffled no one could hear. He hit the tv and made sure of it and continued to pummel my ass and I hard him groan and he came in me. It was the first time I even thought about a condom after he had already cum inside me and pulled his dick out. He left me there with the ball gag in and when I went to take it off, he made a noise and said no. I put my hands back and he soon tied them so I could not do that again and a few minutes later he got back in place and fucked me for another twenty minutes and shot another load inside me. He used me three times like that before he took the ball gag off and gave me something to drink. I was so thirsty, and he pulled out a massage table and he put me up on it and began to massage my legs and back and then my ass. He slides something else sharp inside me and I got warm again and then after ten minutes he brough me back to the bed and spooned me and he slide his big dick back in me and I took him and began to moan. That night I took five loads and in the morning we both got up and showered and he ordered room service and we had breakfast. He wrote his number and told me to text him at 2 and he would know when he was going to be off work. Fuck, did he think I wanted more of this. He practically raped me last night and I let him. He made out with me again and then pushed me out the door and I left and ordered an uber and went home and crashed, I was tired and sore but horny. I started to jack off and I remembered Cumming while he fucked me without any hands. Fuck does that mean I liked it. No, I quickly said to myself. I felt my hole and it was still wet and I jacked off and shot a huge load and feel asleep and woke up late afternoon around 11 to a text from Acastus telling me to be at his hotel at 3 PM and I did not respond. I was irritated that he was telling me to do anything. Another text that said babe. Please come to the hotel, I have a surprise for you. I responded that I would be there. I slept till two and then got up and showered. I walked to the Drug store and got an enema and cleaned out before I arrived and then headed over to his hotel. I knocked on his door and he opened it, he leaned down and kissed me as he closed the door. I loved how forceful he was as he made out with me, and he pulled my shirt off and dropped my shorts and lead me to the living room and that is when I found out we were not alone. Two guys were in the living room sitting on the coach and watching porn. Straight porn of all things. The one guys spoke up and said welcome cutie, he was grey haired, and he said this is my son Adam and I am Scott. Acastus slapped my ass and said introduce yourself boy and tell them what you like. My name is Merk I said and then I hesitated and another slap, I like to suck dick, kiss and get fucked sir. Scott said good boy. I have had little faggots service my dick when I was in the army and when I was sexless at home, but this is my son’s first time. He is 22 and as you see he has a huge dick. Adam made no eye contact and Scott motioned me over to sit between them. I did and my host left the room and Scott began to make out with me and grabbed my hand and put it on his dick. He had a nice dick probably 8 inches and thick. Adam was thick also and he had to be 10”. The dad pushed my head down after he broke the kiss and had me suck his dick as he played with my hole. He told Adam to spit on it and he spit once, and his dad rubbed it all over my hole and then two more times and then a finger slipped inside and then one more time Adam spit on my hole and then another finger. Scott finger fucked me with his big fingers and opened my hole up and then he told me to suck Adam. I move over to suck that big dick as Scott eat my hole and make me moan and while I was working Adam’s cock Scott slipped in and began to fuck me. I love his thickness and it was hot having Scott explain what was happening. The conversation below: Scott Son, you see how easy it is to get a fag to take your dick? Adam Yea, the fag just gave up his hole for us. Scott They are always ready to fuck and take your load and you can they can hot have your baby. Adam No need for abortions with fag cunt. Scott Exactly, you know how young cunt always think you are too big. Adam Yea, lots of college girls cannot take me Scott Fags are built to take big dick so wait till you get some of this amazing boy pussy. Adam How is this fag dad? Scott, He has one of the best I have had son, want to try it? Adam Fuck yea! Scott pulled out of me, and they traded placed, and I sucked Scott’s dick and while Adam pressed his big thick dick at my hole. He slide in and a little to fast and I jumped, and he pulled out and tried a little different angle and slowly slide his dick into me filling me up and making me moan. This guy was rough, and he fucked my hole deep and I soon began to yelp and whimper, and his dad covered my mouth wish his hand and he told his son to give me my fist load. Adam fucked me harder and after another five minutes of wrecking my hole he started to moan and finally called me a fucking whore take my load and he shot five to seven ropes of cum inside me. His dick flexed each time he shot so I could tell. He pulled out and his dad took his hand off my mouth and pulled my face up and spit in my mouth. Boy, you are just getting started and then Adam brough his wet cummy dick over for me to clean while dad spit on my hole and shoved his dick in me and fucked me for ten minutes and shot his load. I took another three loads from Adam and four from Scott. The last of his load down my throat as he face fucked me. Then Scott got dressed and Adam lead me back to a room I had not been in. It had a bed and lots of toys and he told me to climb up on the bed and face away from him and he snapped a few pics on his phone and uploaded them and his phone started to go off and he slipped a blindfold on me and got on the bed and guided me on him and helped me lower on his dick. My hole was open now so he slide me right down on his dick and began to slowly fuck my ass and then I heard his phone chime and he grabbed it and text back and he pulled me down and held me. When he grabbed me, I thought he was going to kiss me, I wanted to kiss him and then I heard the door to the room and someone undressing. The guy got on the bed and slapped his big dick on my back and then lubed up and Adam grabbed my head and wrapped his hand around my mouth as the guy jabbed and pressed his big dick against my filled hole and finally hit the right angle and his dick had started to press in and I felt like I was being slit in two. Even with the hand over my mouth you could hear me in the next apartment. I have never made that noise before as the new guys stretched my hole and pressed deep, he had to be as big as Adam and soon my hole had been fully penetrated, and they both let me breath and try to get used to being so fucking full of dick. The guy behind me sprayed something on a rag and slipped it in my mouth and I blacked out. It was impact and they both began to fuck me and when I came back, they had loosed me up and the guy who had surprised me and I had no idea what he looked like said fucking whore, take my load. You are one nasty fag as he pulsed his cum into me. He grabbed me and pulled my head back and sucked on my neck and gave me a hickey. Then he slowly pulled out as his dick got soft and Adam said one down. Holy fuck I thought, no way I can take more. The guy who had just cum spit on my back as he got ready and then left and I was there with Adam wanting to say I was done but Adam finally pulled me to him and kissed me. When the kiss broke, he said, you will be a good faggot for me won’t you. I said yes, without thinking and then I heard the door and Adam whispered, you promised now. The guy got on the bed just like the other guy had but he tossed something to Adam, I could not tell what it was but then he shoved it in my mouth and fastened it around my head. I later looked up what it was, and he had put a ball gag in my mouth. I tried to say something, but you could hardly hear anything coming up and what did was garbled. That is when the other guy handed Adam some popper and he put them under my nose and made me inhale and after four hits I was flying and the guy behind lubed up his dick and pressed it against my filled anus and he said, fuck we have a tight one bro. He worked my hole for several minutes and finally popped past my ring, I arched up in pain and tried to scream but it was no use, the guy behind me pressed me down and Adam wrapped his arm around my chest and held me. The guy inched his way inside me and slow fucked me for five minutes and then picked up the pace and fucked me hard for another five and shot his load inside me. He left his dick inside my battered hole and started to pull out once he got soft. He told Adam that his was the best hole so far. Fuck they had done this before, I thought I was his first. Here I was with the ball gag still in my mouth and cum in my ass and Adam told me he had shot his load in me too. He pulled out and I though it was over. He grabbed my hands and tied them together and then fastened them to the headboard and told me he would be back. He hopped up and got in the shower and the other guy left. My anus hurt and I had no idea why he had me like this it was truly fucked up. Then I head the door, there was a guy behind me. I turned to see who it was, but I could only see a shadow and then I heard him drop his pant and get up on the bed. He fingers felt my ass and then fingers started to finger me two at first and then three and finally four. He pulled them out and pressed his fat dick against my hole and I swear I felt as full as Adam and the last guy. The guy fucked me for ten minutes and shot his load inside me. He said nothing and left; I was sore after he was done. Adam came out of the shower and told me it was time to get cleaned up and that did well. He told me he would be in the living room as he took off my ball gag and untied me. He told me one of the guys cancelled so I would not be able to enjoy him until next time. I thought to myself, fuck there will not be a next time but did not say anything and went and showered and then came out in my towel. Adam handed me my clothes and said to get dressed. I slowly got dressed but noticed that my keys and wallet were missing. I walked into the living room and Adam said ready? I asked him if he wanted me to follow him, Adam grabbed my hand and told me and lead me out not saying a word. We got to his truck, and he said hope in Fag boy. What the fuck was it with everyone calling me a fag. I got in and when he was settled in the driver’s seat, I asked him where we were going. He said, home boy. I said my place, no little fag our home. I was puzzled but did not say anything. We arrived we went into this place it was one of the nicest places I had ever been. The furniture and décor was amazing. He asked me if I wanted something to drink and I said yes. He went to the kitchen and brought me back a drink and we talked for a couple minutes, and I suddenly became very sleepy and dozed off. While I was knocked out, he carried me down to the basement and put me in my room. It was more like a cell. It had a sink, toilet and shower but it had bars like a prison cell. He undressed me and put a cage on my dick and left me on the mattress to sleep. When I woke, here I was naked and a metal contraption on my penis in a cage. He left a note, when you wake take a shower and clean out your pussy fagboy. You have a date tonight. On the other side of the shower, you have clothes for your date. I showered and cleaned up and cleaned out. The shower had a wand for that. I dried off and I found a jock, tight shorts and a tight t-shirt and a pair of flip flops. I got dressed and waited and almost wanted to cry. Adam came and unlocked the cage, and I was excited if the date was with Adam. We went up stairs and Adam made me a drink and told me to drink it and I gulped it down and as we waited, I started to feel calm. The doorbell rang and I heard muffled discussion, and then I heard the guy say, let me see the merchandise. He entered, tall guys late 30’w early 40’s with an average face blonde hair and well bult. He turned to Adam and said that the pictures were accurate, and the boy will do. Here is the money, a thousand dollars and I will have him back in the morning. No fucking way, Adam was pimping me out. I stood up but had to sit back down because I was dizzy. The guy picked me up and put me over his left shoulder and carried me out to his van. He opened the back and there was a seat in a wood box, and he set me in it and fastened my feet and hands to the legs and arms and then closed the doors. He took off minutes later and we drove for a couple hours and finally arrived at an old house with a huge metal building behind the house. He left me in the van, and I could hear voices and then he came and opened the door and unfastened me and carried me again to the metal building in back. Once in the building he brough be over to a table and put a hood on me. It only covered my mouth and head, but my nose and mouth were visible. I now could not see at all. He turned up some music and guys came in. Here I was in the middle of no where and blindfolded. The guy unzipped his pants and pushed me to the ground and slapped my face with his big soft dick and I opened my mouth and the put his fat cock I my mouth and I sucked him and as he grow, I thought I would jack him to help him cum, but he pushed my hand away and said no hands fagboy. He began to fuck my throat and I put my hands up to resist the depth he was fucking my throat and he pulled out and gave me a break. I see you need to learn to listen, he grabbed my hands and tied them behind my back and said, when I say no hands: I mean no hands. He forced my mouth open and fucked my throat and made me gag and vomit a few times. He did not seem to mind, he seemed to like it he enjoyed because he told me I was a good boy every time it happened. He used my throat for twenty minutes like that and when I had sufficiently opened my throat, he shot his load down my throat. He pulled out and told me I was good fag boy and that I would get better at that before the party. He then cleaned up my face with a towel and lead me to a side room and attached a clasp to my left angle that was attached to a chain. He left my hands tied behind my back. I cried as I slowly walked and tried to find a place to sit. I had just found a spot when the door opened, and some guy walked in and spoke. Nice, that is all he said, and he walked over to me, and he too slapped my face with his big fat dick, and I sucked him, and he was not as thick, and I was able to take him better, but he still made me gag and choke on his dick. I did not vomit but had dry heaves twice and twenty minutes later he came down my throat. This happened two more times while I was in there. The next guy only made me gag and choke and the final guy I was able to deep throat and although I struggled for air with him, I had opened my throat enough to give him a great blow job. He said as much when he came down my throat. He left and I was still in the room with my hands behind my back. Ten minutes later and another guy came in and he cleaned me up and pulled off my shorts and untied my hands and took my shirt off. He left the jock on me, and he felt my cage and had to pull down my jock enough to see it and he said, that loos great on you. The guy was kind and he felt me all over and made me tingle and then he leaned in and kissed me, and I made out with him. He then turned me around and pressed me up on all four and at my hole. I was moaning and rubbing the cage, but my cock was not getting hard. He ate me for what seemed like fifteen minutes and then he helped me up and pushed on my shoulders and force his long thin dick in my mouth and fucked my throat and came in three minutes. He leaned in and kissed me again and then said, do not tell anyone I did this. I never at your beautiful ass, I never kissed, and I never fucked your face. Got it kid? The guy who paid for me came in and took my chin off and led me to a bench and helped me up and on and pushing me where I needed to go, and I was finally on it, and he fastened my legs first and then my arms and told me the fun was about to start. He whispered in my ear that he had just sent my boyfriend more money for a second night. Fuck, this fucking blows just as someone else came up and spread my ass cheeks and dove in and ate my hole. He ate my hole for five minutes and then pressed his big dick in me and fucked me till he came. I have no idea how many guys fucked me, I lost count after 20. I had swallowed at least that many loads. I have no idea if they all fucked me once or some breed me more than once. I only knew I was so fucking tired, and my hole was flooded, and I had a bit of an upset stomach with all that cum I had swallowed. The guy who rented me took me back to the room after he was finished unfastening me and told me that I did good tonight. Your boyfriend is a lucky guy. He made me pay more for you the second night. You are worth it. With that he took my hood off and leaned in and kissed me and made out with me and he positioned me ass up on all fours on the mattress he brough in and told me to stay just like that. He left and minutes later the guy who and taken care of me before came in and began to eat my hole and suck the cum out. It felt so good he fucked me after 10 minutes and shot his load inside me and made me clean off his dick. Now that I could see the guy, he had to be mid 50’s skinny and not very attractive. He got in the bed nest to me after he was satisfied and told me to sleep, I would need it. I had no idea what he meant; I was so tired I just dozed off to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and needed to piss, so I woke the old man and asked him to take off my cage and he told me just got in the corner and squat over that hole and piss right there. I said OKAY but take this off and he, I can’t you can piss with it on boy. I went to the corner and let loose, and piss ran out the cage and into the hole just like he said. After I was done, he had me come over and he ate my hole again and fucked me and unloaded one more time. Then he slipped out of the room and left me to sleep. I woke up and had no idea what time it was, but I heard guys talking outside my room. I could not make out what they were saying but then I heard the door and a guy popped in and told me to follow him to the shower, it was time to clean up for the party. He at least took the cage off my dick so I could clean it. I tried to ask the guy what was happening at the party, but he would not say a work and scowled at me and told me to clean up and out. He at least took the cage off my dick so I could clean it. I got in and did while he watched and then he brough me to my outfit. It was a gold singlet with the ass open. I slipped it on, and it showed off my nipples and my ass and the cage he put back on my cock before I slipped into it. I asked him again what was happening tonight and if I could just go home. He laughed and said no boy, you are leased until tomorrow morning. I understand that your reservation can not be extended since you have already been rented out for tomorrow night. My heart sank, how could this be. I must find a way to break out of here. The guy with me lead me back to another room, this was much nicer than where I sept and he told me he would be back. I knew that was my chance and I tried the door, and it was locked, and I tried to open the window, but it was nailed shut and there were bar on the outside. I heard the lock; someone was at the door, and it opened, and a nice-looking white guy came in and handed me a drink and sat with me and he told me to drink it. He took my pulse and told me he was a doctor and he needed to take my pulse, temperature and take some blood. I began to relax after drinking this funny tasting punch and then the thermometer, clasp for drawing blood and the needle and I looked away and then he said that was all done and he unclasped the band around my arm and my heart began to race and I coughed three times. Later I founds out he had slammed me, but I had no idea at the time what my body was doing. I began to get horny and needed attention. I began to rub my nipples and my cage, and the Doctor leaned in and replaced my hand on my nipple and rubbed it and then leaned in and nibbled, licked and sucked on it and I could do is moan. He turned me around and ate my hole and I could not resist moaning and begging him to fuck me. I could not believe I want it so bad, he pulled down his pants and I could see he had a long thick dick. He lubed it up and my hungry hole and he slide in slowly and fucked me for twenty minutes and shot his load inside me. He slide a plug inside my hole and told me that the fun would be begin soon. He leaned in and kissed me. He then whispered in my ear. Boy, I get to take you home after the party. We are going to have a great time. The Doctor started to leave but before he could I reached out my hand to try to keep him with me and he held my hand and told me he would be back as he pulled his hand away from me. Twenty minutes later the door opened and a built older guy in a harness came in and picked me up and carried me to a different room in the warehouse. He blindfolded me and placed my wrist in restraints and called out, he is ready. It was not more then two minutes and I felt hands on me, lots of hands and guys started to suck my nipples and one spread my cheeks and ate my hole. Soon they loosened my hands from above my head and one of the guys bent me over and slide his big dick inside me. The guys were talking to each other, how is that young hole? One of the guys said, Fucking beautiful and tight still. They traded off and all their dicks were so big. Many of them kissed me and one of them whispered in my ear. You the slut we purchased, if you want more of our big dick look us up. We are the 69 group. All of us are 60 or older and hung 9 inches or more. Young sluts love us. They continued to fuck me for another two hours and one by one they disbanded. The guy who whispered wrote the group name on my chest so I could get in touch with them before being the last to depart. The guy who led me there came and took me back to the showers and told me to clean up the get ready for the Doctor. He was coming to pick to pick me up. I got ready and before long the doctor was there, and he waited for me to get dressed in a tight pair of shorts and a t-shirt also tight. He led me outside and he drove back to his place. He kissed me deep once we were inside and he then gave me a drink and I started to get a little dizzy and he helped me out of my clothes and lead me to the shower to clean out. I managed to clean up and out and then he led me back into the living room and put some bareback porn on. Young white guy was being bred by a group of black guys with huge cocks. He was on his phone texting and all I could do is watch this young white dude and all those huge black cocks. I was rubbing my cage and feeling my hole when someone rang the bell and the Doctor got up and answered the door and brough in a tall good looking black man and said there he is. The black guy did not say anything but instead pulled out his long dick and let it hang in front of him as he walked toward me and it swung, it is all I could look at and when he got close, I picked it up and lifted it to my mouth and began to suck on that big dick as it grow in my mouth. He began to moan and tell me I was a good white slut. Soon he was hard and thick a full 10 inches. He said boy, it is time for me to try out your pussy. If I approve you get more, if you cannot take my BBC, I will be the only black top that fucks you tonight. Do you understand? Yes, I understand I quickly echoed back. He instructed me to turn around and get on all fours and he lubed up my hole and his dick and pressed that fat dick against my hole and slide into me slowly and he got to my second ring easily but did not enter. He pulled out and slide back in but could not enter the second ring and he fucked me hard for another two minutes and his dick popped the second ring and he told me I was a good white whore for BBC, and he held there and sent a group text to his buddies. He fucked me deep or twenty more minutes and then shove his dick deep in me and came past my second ring. Black guys started to come over and the Doctor filmed it all. Each big black cock flooding my hole deeper than anyone had ever been. Once I had taken all seven of the group Dock fingered and played with my hole and then slide inside me and fucked me and dumped a load in me and then we both showered and went to bed. He fucked me three more times that night and, in the morning, and around 8 AM he woke me to shower and at 9 AM sharp I hard a horn and the turned me and told me my ride was here. He led me to the door and kissed me and I did not want to leave. He told me I was work every penny and he would rent me again. I walked out to the care disappointed that he too had paid to be with me. I got in the car with someone I did not know, and the car drove off. We drove for about an our and in a rural area still 30 minutes from the city the car stopped, and I was ordered out of the car. The driver got out he was tall 6’8 200 pounds and he unzipped his pants and pulled out a big dick. He pushed me down and made me suck it and it got thick 8 by 8 so thick. I tried to get It deep in my mouth without hitting it with my teeth, but he was just too big. He pulled me up and pressed my shorts down and lubed my hole and then pressed his dick against my well used hole and even after taking all that dick it hurt. He slide in while I yelped and whimpered and told him he was too big and after bottoming out he held there and let me catch my breath before he tossed some popper and began to slow fuck me. I hit the poppers and tried to relax but he was so big. He was slow and gentle at the very least. I kept hitting the poppers and my hole finally opened enough that I started to moan. He pulled out and stripped my shorts off and my cage. My dick was still soft but so sensitive and he laid me back on the rear seats with the door open and lifted my legs and lined up and pressed his big dick in me and as he picked up the pace my dick began to get hard and after ten minutes, I was rock hard. He fucked me for ten more minutes before I cam without touching my dick and two minutes later he shot inside me. My dick had shrunk, and he put the cage back on me while his dick was still inside me. He pulled out and told me to get dressed and he cleaned up his dick and put it away and acted like nothing happened and we headed to what I know knew was my owners’ home. I finally came and I was so relieved and wanted this guy to fuck me again as long I can cum like that. I asked him for his number, and he ignored me. When we got to the house, I again asked if he would fuck me again. He said boy, I will but for now you need to get inside. Do not tell your owner I fucked you. I looked at him and told him I would not. I proceeded to walk up to the door and Acostas answered the door and escorted me to my cell down in the basement. He did not welcome me are even kiss me. He just locked the door and told me I was a good boy then left.

Thanks. Hopefully the last chapter filled you in on some of it. I'm going to resist the urge to take this one any further. I have another written that picks up from a previous story, but I'm not sure if its worth posting.

One of my regulars hits me up about twice a week with a simple text - "Pig". If I reply with a pig emoji and "Oink", he's here in 20 minutes. I've quickly recleaned out, unlocked the door, and am on all fours on the bed, ass up. He comes in, strips, reaches under and works my tits, then mounts, hard fucks, and breeds like a rabbit. Dresses and leaves, no words said. OINK!

D&D, Runequest and Call of Cthulhu were my games of choice. Really loved CoC, by far my favourite

Part 3 . I told him on Saturday morning get up , eat breakfast and hit the shower and get cleaned out inside as well as outside and call me at 11:00. I really expected him to back out and not call. On Friday I saw an email from the kid, I expected it to say that he couldn’t make it or changed his mind. To my surprise he said he couldn’t wait until tomorrow to finally get some of his fantasies come true. He also mentioned that he was really horny and hadn’t jerked for over a week. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. I had contacted a friend that had a playroom in his basement to tell him about that kid. He would be there to help break the kid in. he is POZ but on meds and said he would be willing to stop the meds to knock the kid up but if we got the other guys it wouldn’t be necessary. We decided if he didn’t show we would go to a local bath to see what we could get into Saturday The kid showed up at 11, right on time. We talked for a bit. I could tell he was nervous. I gave him some Gatorade and told him to drink about half then jump in my shower and use the shower shot to make sure he was cleaned out. He told me he wasn’t a fan of Gatorade and that this one tasted funny. I didn’t tell him but I had put a heavy dose of G in it, that is why I only wanted him to drink half of it. He came out all nice and clean. He mentioned he was really horny. I told him I would help with that and started sucking on him. He was hard as a rock in no time, I knew this might be the last neg load he shoots so I bent over and let him sink in my ass, he pumped for only a few minutes and then groaned, and I felt him pulsing in my ass. He really did have a weeks’ worth, he seemed like his cock would never stop shooting. He pulled out and said that was the strongest he ever came. I asked if he was ready for more and he said that he was still horny as hell. I told him about my friend that was going to help and watch me bust is ass and he thought it would be fun. We got dressed and I looked over and we was downing the other half of the Gatorade, I was doing to wait a while longer. I wanted the kid hot, not unconscious. We went to my car and headed the 10 minutes over to my friend’s house. When we got there the kids was a bit wobbly on his feet but not bad. We went down stairs and ordered the kid to strip. We put the kid onto a fucking bench and secured his hands and legs to it. His cock was semi hard and hanging down, I tool a lubed finger and worked it in his as. I was asking him if he still wanted this and he moaned and said yes, I asked him if he wasted me to rip his as and get him poszzed, while I was working his prostate, all I heard was his moaning and he saying ‘ Fuck yes, anything “. “ I am so horny and hot, I really need this “. I gently stared massaging and milking his cock, it was about 7”, I chuckled to myself, this would soon be no more than big clit. While I was doing that I pulled my fingers out and grabbed a bootybump that my friend got ready, I looked and it was about a nice one, I thought for the first time this would really get the kid going. I pushed it up in the kids ass and injected it not him. I put a finger back in him to work it into his ass and to make sure none came out, His cock started to jump and I quit playing with it. I didn’t want the kid shooting yet, if at all. He mentioned his ass was warm and he asked for more in his ass. He was begging for it, he had no idea what was coming

And it makes me happy that you all felt the emotion I put into this part. Thanks

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In 2001, an adult bookstore about 6 miles or so from where I worked, had a transgender clerk at the front counter. We first met online via AOL and got to know one another pretty well. one night she invited me to meet her at work the next day, so I took the day off and went there at the arranged time. She didn't dress like your typical T-girl - wore sweats and sneakers. But once we met, she took me in the back office and put me on my knees to suck her hard. One guy came in just as I was about to get her super horny, so she had to have me be quiet and stay in the back. The guy left not long after, but her mood was killed. So she sucked me to being hard and then had me fuck her. After I got done fucking her ass, she decided that she was now horny enough again and returned the favour fucking me. We talked for a bit after getting our clothes back in proper order and arranged to talk more online that night. We set up another "date" for a week later exactly - same time and place. This time she made me wear something more feminine and sexy for her, as she was a bit dominant and liked making her men into the sissies even though she was the trans gal. When I got there she had me crawl back to the office again (to avoid the cameras) and once we were fully alone she stripped me of my "guy" things and the full blown dominant gal came out of her. Before long she had my pantyhose ripped in the ass and me up on my back on a table and her ready to penetrate me. Again someone came in and spoiled the moment, but this time whomever it was must have been chicken because she came almost right back and was still semi-hard. It took me no time to get her aroused fully and then she drilled me like I'd not had done in a while. 3 more times we set up "skip days" for me (I used up 2 sick days and 3 vacation days) all for sex with her. Each time she fucked and enjoyed me while I got to cum all over myself and she would lick it up and then feed it to me in her kiss. But before we could fuck a 6th time, her live-in BF got wind of her antics and put a stop to things between us. I've never found an ABS counter worker again that went anywhere close to what her and I had those few weeks!

Before Covid, when I went to SN (on Cheshire Bridge) adult store, there were two clerks would regulars up my ass. One was sexy. I’d pay my admission to the glory hole arcade and run my finger on his palm as he took the cash. Then a minute or two later he’d be in the arcade and we would get in opposite booths. I’d start out sucking him and then I’d back up on his hard cock. He always shot his load quickly so he wouldn’t be missed up in the store. He was gone after the lockdown.

“Mmmm fuck you’re good” is my favourite thing to hear while I’m sucking cock. Or even better, when I’m sucking them and they’re begging to fuck me. But I think the best compliment is when they cum inside me. Especially if I’m getting fucked at the bathhouse because a lot of tops save their load so they can fuck more bottoms. So being the one they seed is the ultimate compliment.

Depends on my mood and what I’m looking for. Sometimes I want a top who will fuck me for a long time before cumming. But only as long as he’s putting me in different positions and moving me to new places and then shoving back in and fucking me. Sometimes I want a quickie and other times I have some tops lined up and don’t want them taking an hour to cum. Just depends.

In that case I am part of the minority. I don't fit in any of the three categories you mention. I simply love having sex with men.

My last load was Tuesday, by this older hairy daddy type. We played before, but this time, I was to let myself in to his house, get myself up to his bedroom, on all fours on his bed with my arse in the air and just wearing a black jock. I hear him climb the stairs, and then he was down on my arse with his tongue. My head buried in the pillow. After about 5 minutes he stood up, and plunged straight in. Even though I’d opened myself up with a large dildo, I still yelped as buried his hard raw cock deep in my hole, just using his spit as lube (the best way I think). He piston fucked like this until I hear his deep grunts as he shot his seed in my hole. We never said a word to each other. It wasn’t until I got home, that I noticed with his forceful fucking that he made me bleed! Not sure if he’s poz, I never asked and he never said, but I was fucking hard thinking he fucked like that on purpose to tear me and breed me. loved the whole scenario of anonymous breeding and bleeding. Next time I said I want to blindfolded and a group of his top buddies to raw fuck me in exactly in the same situation. Fucking hard now just writing this.

Part 2 I left my cock in Matty until it went soft, as my brain processed what had just transpired. My son, my pride and joy, was truly a cum hungry slut. And I loved it. I finally pulled out, and Matty immediately rolled over and started cleaning off my slimy dick without being told to. As he sucked the cum and ass juice off my cock, paying extra attention to the foreskin, he looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and said, "a cumdump always cleans up after." "Someone's taught you well, boy" I replied. "Yes, Sir," he answered as he licked my balls clean. Grabbing a handful of his curly hair, I forced him back on to my cock, holding his face tight against my pubes, watching my precious boy as his tongue and mouth did their work on my crotch. I started getting hard again. I pushed him off me, onto his back, and he responded by grabbing his ankles, spreading his legs apart, displaying his hungry, pink hole, glistening in the soft light. I looked down at him, noticing that his crotch was shaved, with just a hint of pubes left. "Do you shave your ass too, boy?" "Yes Sir. Most men prefer it that way," he replied, flashing his big, white smile. I marveled at his beauty. An hour ago, he was just my straight, hot jock son. Now here he was a submissive, cock hungry slut, spreading his legs open for more of his Dad's cock in him. I didn't make him wait as I lined up my cock head to his waiting hole. "Look at me boy," I demanded. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want son." Without hesitation or shame he answered "I want your cock in my ass, Dad. I want you to fuck me, use me, cum in me. I'm just a cumdump. I need your cum filling me. I need other men to use me as a cumdump. I am a slut, Dad. Use me however you want. Tie me up, abuse me, let other men abuse me, whatever you want. The rougher the better. I'll be your little fuck slave, Daddy." With that I slammed my cock balls-deep into my son. His eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned "Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck me, Dad, fuck me." And fuck him I did. I grabbed his furry thighs and pounded him as hard as I could, knowing this fuck would last a while. Matty just moaned and grunted. I filled my mouth with saliva and grabbed his bottom teeth, opening his mouth wide. I let a long string of spit fall into his mouth, filling it up. As I pushed his mouth closed and he swallowed, I finished by spitting twice on his face, right on his nose so it ran down his cheeks. He just smiled, loving it. I slowed down my fucking, cause I wanted to find out more about his sexual history. "How long have you been getting fucked, bitch? Tell me about it." "Since I was 18, Sir," he answered as I grabbed his balls, pulling them. "I went on hookup sites. It's really easy to find guys wanting to use a high school boy." "Older guys? What was the first man that fucked you like?" I asked. "Yeah, lots of older guys. The guy who took my cherry was probably 40. I told you I was spending the night at Jimmy's, but I went to this guy's house. He fucked me three times that night. He was the first to teach me what a cumdump I was." My cock throbbed as he talked. "The next hookup was a couple in their 50's. They were the first to tie me up, put me in a sling and fuck me all night. They introduced me to poppers. After that, I became a certified cockhound. I'd look for cock anywhere. Sometimes at a park, or a bookstore. I like the sleaziness of the hook-ups." I pounded my boy harder as I pictured him whoring himself out to total strangers. "What's the oldest guy to fuck you?" I asked. "He was in his 80's. He came over to our house and fucked me while you and Mom were asleep upstairs." I gave my son a hard slap on the face when he said that. "Thank you, Sir," he replied, adding "I've had lots of guys over that you didn't know about. They'd get really turned on fucking a high school guy in his own bed." I continued pounding Matty harder as I realized just how slutty he was, so I asked "Have you been gangbanged slut? How many men?" "Yes Sir, a few times. The most was one session with six Army guys. They blindfolded me and used me all night. They even double fucked me. I probably took ten or eleven loads that night." My head spun at the thought of my son being gangbanged, taking cock after cock after cock. I most definitely needed to set up a gangbang for him. And I'll make sure to have a minimum of ten guys lined-up to use my son. Hearing him tell me his nasty exploits had me on the verge of cumming again, but I had one more question before I came: "So," I asked, looking deep into his eyes. "How many men do you think have fucked you? How many men have pumped their cum into my son's slutty fuckhole?" "Maybe about 150?" 'Oh fuck,' I thought - 150 different men. And he wasn't even 20. "Stroke your cock slut." I ordered. "I wanna see you cum, you nasty fucking whore! Taking 150 different cocks? You really are a worthless little cumdump. Well, Daddy's taking over now, cunt! I'm going to make sure you take EVERY available cock we can find. I'll find disgusting old, fat men and make you grovel for their cum. I'll take you to truck stops and let nasty, dirty truckers fuck your hot, slutty, jock cumhole! You'll get so used, I'll be able to ram my fist in you with no problem!" As I told Matty about his future, he just groaned and opened his mouth, shooting several big shots of cum, landing in his mouth, hair, and all over his face and chest. I shot my own load into him as his ass muscles milked my cock with every squirt he made. fter we both got our breath back, I pulled out and Matty cleaned me off, he started to wipe his own cum up. "No," I said, "leave it." Giving me a smile, Matty reached into his backpack and pulled out a good sized buttplug. Without a word, he lay back, spread his whore legs apart and handed me the plug, gesturing to his leaking hole. I rammed it in hard. Matty threw his head back and hissed as it popped past his anal ring. I lay down, pulled him into me, kissing deeply and passionately as ground the plug into his cunt. We made out for a bit before we called it a night.