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Part 9 Stu: Ben sounded a little sad when I said I needed a couple days to recover from my weekend. A little while later he texted "Danny seems to be in the same shape. He said your friends were fun." I was surprised that Danny would have told anyone about what happened, but I knew that he and Ben were close. "Are you free next weekend? Group fun in basement?" I sent Ben a few hours later. I figured that he could find out just how much fun Gio, Javier, Steve and Tomas could be. Maybe a few others could join us. I doubted I could offer Ben up as a neg guy for my buddies to charge up, but it would still be fun. The group from the football game were still talking about how much they enjoyed the football weekend, which was rare. Usually they forgot about their weekend exploits by Sunday night and were off looking for their next adventure. Other than playing with Ben's remote controlled butt plug, I didn't see him until Friday. He was eager for his first group sex experience. I told him that it was going to be the guys that Danny met the week before and a few others, which seemed to re-assure him that it wouldn't be too crazy. I think he wanted to keep up with all of Danny's experiences. Since he showed no interest in topping, that would be a little hard. I dumped a load in him that night, but wanted to make sure my tanks were full for the party the next day. Saturday afternoon, he showed up right on time. He was all cleaned out and ready to take multiple cocks. Unlike Danny, he didn't want to see the guys until everyone was done. We shared a joint and when I saw the buzz take hold I put him in the sling and then slipped a hood over his head. Originally, I was going to use a blindfold, but I wanted to make sure that he didn't hear anything in case one of the guys slipped up and said something about their toxic load. I couldn't find my butt plug and Ben hadn't shown up with his in. I was still looking for it when I heard the doorbell ring. The guys showed up and we all went down into the playroom and saw Ben laying there waiting. We all stripped down and a few guys put on gear. Kevin looked hot in his boots and leather harness. Joe wore his usual bleached jeans with the ass ripped open, tall boots and chain harness. The rest of us preferred being totally naked. The next three hours were a sea of moans, groans, grunts and jangling chains. -- Danny: My ass still was sore on Monday, but my dick wasn't. That evening I popped open one of the apps and looked around. I found Evan's profile and read it over. It really didn't tell me much more than what I already knew except that he was a versatile-bottom and only fucked bare. Most of the guys I hooked up with usually left the Bare/Covered question at the default "ask" but never did and took it bare. I sent him a funny message to see how he'd react - "Do you have your own plug or do I need to bring one?" "I have three :)" came the response a few minutes later. It was taking me too long to come up with a cute reply, so I just sent back "Want to use 1 tonite?" Almost immediately he messaged back "Roomie here 4 15min. enuf time 4 me to get rdy." I knocked on his door about twenty minutes later, dressed in cut off sweat pants, a tank top and sandals. Evan just had a towel around his waist from the shower. I had kind of wished he had a day's worth of sweat on his body but I wasn't going to complain. I closed the door behind me and turned the deadbolt. "I didn't think you'd contact me. Usually guys like you aren't into hairy guys" Evan said as he tossed the towel on to the desk chair, revealing a thick, uncut, partially hard cock. Pulling my shirt over my head, I said "I like all types of guys. I wish I had more hair than the stupid little patch that I shave off. Besides, I liked your confidence." Moving closer, I began rubbing my hand through the hair on his chest. He reached down and pushed my shorts down and I kicked them away. Evan worked his way down my chest and soon engulfed my cock into his mouth. He knew how to suck and in less than a minute my cock was at full mast. I let him go several more minutes and then pulled my cock free. "Bend over the side of the bed" I told him and a toothy grin filled his face. I wasn't sure if his grin was from me taking the initiative or knowing he was going to get fucked. But first I wanted to rim his meaty ass. Evan jumped slightly when he felt my tongue instead of my cock at his hole. The moans he made seconds later told me he liked it. I remembered Stu jabbing his tongue into my hole to force some spit inside and I tried it with Evan. He gasped and then cried out "Oh fuck yeah!" My cock was throbbing and I needed to start fucking him soon. Evan whimpered when I leaned back and left his hole unattended. The moans came back as soon as my bare cock head touched the ring. His hole felt damn good. He wasn't really tight, but not loose either. Evan's hole had seen it's share of dick but wasn't too used up. He knew how to use his ass muscles too. I plowed into his hole, quickly getting into full strokes. I fucked him for almost thirty minutes before dumping my load into him. When I pulled out and sat back on the floor he spun around and licked my cock clean. The grin he had when he finished was even bigger than before and he looked really hot with cum and spit in his beard. We rested a few minutes and my cock wasn't going down. I left him on all fours and got behind him, crouching down. The second round only lasted ten minutes but I did get another load into him. He pulled a plug out from under his pillow and handed it back to me. I stuffed a finger into his hole, coating it in cum and rubbed it over the plug before pushing it in. Evan spun around and lapped up the cum off my dick again. I was back in my room about an hour after I left and Tony looked at me with a smile. "Have fun?" he asked and I knew that he figured out what I had just done. Each of the next four days I fucked Evan, leaving him one or two loads and always plugging him before I left. -- Stu: I was surprised at how well Ben took the abuse. He frequently was begging for more as soon as his ass was empty. His ass was truly wrecked at the end. The ring was puffy and distended, dripping a mixture of cum, spit, lube and blood. He had sixteen marks on his chest, counting each of the viral loads he had taken into his probably knocked up cunt. Ben had also taken a fist. It had generated several loud screams but Joe knew what he was doing and the deep moan Ben made once the hand was fully inside him told everyone he was happy at the accomplishment. Joe left before we took Ben's hood off. He didn't want Ben to see his "Toxic As Fuck" chest tattoo and he didn't wear a shirt to cover it up. I hope the neighbors didn't see it either. After a lot of rummaging, I found a large butt plug and it easily slid into Ben's stretched hole. It took him a while to be able to stand. His legs were shaking and we kept him propped against the wall until he fully recovered. Ben showered and stayed naked until everyone had left. "Danny took all of that pounding?" he asked once we were alone. "Not quite" I replied before adding "Two of the guys weren't there last weekend." He smiled, I think because he was now one or two up on Danny. -- Danny: Saturday I was peeing into the urinal after I woke up and noticed that my cock was dripping before the piss started coming out. Each time I peed during the day my cock was dripping a cloudy liquid. My underwear was crusty too. Evan sent me a message that night that said "10pm?" I replied "Sorry, dick leaking might have picked up something going 2 clinic monday." "np, u prob gave it 2 me already. it happens. c u @10" he sent back a minute later. We fucked that night, again on Sunday night and he told me to wait a couple more days before going to the clinic. I thought it was weird, but he was really turned on knowing I was giving him an STD along with my load. I wondered if he was the one that had given it to me. A couple days turned into a week and there I was at the clinic Monday morning giving some samples. Evan went with and we both got tested. I actually got turned on as they stuck the swab up my dick. I was surprised they didn't take any blood samples but they told me they only do that if the other tests are positive for an STI. We both had a couple of the "normal" STIs - gono and the chlamydia. They said the HIV swab came back negative, but I should get a blood test to make sure. Apparently they labeled me a "slut." As we walked back to the dorm Evan said "You're one nasty fuck. I love it. Thanks!" I wasn't expecting that response. I thought he'd be pissed. I told him "This is the first time I got an STD. I'm really sorry" feeling like a total ass for giving them to him. With orders to abstain a week or two and antibiotics swimming in our blood, we both had a boring couple weeks ahead of us. Saturday I got a message from him. "U feelin ok? Got bad fever" Evan sent. "I'm ok" I replied and as he sent more messages it sounded like he had the flu I had at the start of the semester. Stu told me that the campus was like a Petri dish and now I really believed him.

Hi guys thanks again for being patient with me. Its been a crazy stretch and it took me a little more time than usual to get this chapter going. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 10 I had no idea what Grant was talking about. But dad clearly did. "It's been a long time since I've been around that. It would definitely make things easier for you guys." I stood by them confused but my focus was mostly on the tv where the group scene was playing. I felt my dads hand on my back. "How about it Coop? You feeling good?" "Yeah dad I'm good." He could probably tell that the shower had sobered me up a little. It probably did the same for him. I looked at him and he looked like he was mullling something over. Like he could make a good decision and a dirty decision and he wasnt sure which one to take. But he was definitely sure. "We're just gonna make this a little more fun for everyone ok Coop?" "I trust you dad." Dad's face was lit up by a smile and it provoked the love of a son but also of someone who just wanted to feel his hard cock deep inside him until the end of time. "Youre gonna feel so fucking good son." Dad turned his attention from me to Grant who also looked like he was trying to decide whether he wanted to say what he was thinking. "The only possible problem is all our doses are the same so there isnt going to be a trial period or baby slam for our boy here." The subject of this conversation was still something I couldnt figure out but being in this room and having one man call me son and the other boy made me want them all to be my dads tonight. I couldnt help but slowly stroke my cock with that thought. "There we go. Our boy is up to it." Grant pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm around me so that we were now both looking at dad. It made me hard to feel Grants body against mine even though it wasnt really in a sexual way. But I was aware that this was the first naked guy who pulled me into his body besides dad. "How many doses do you have?" Dads smile made it clear that he wasnt thinking about whether we were going to continue the night but how extreme it was going to be for the two of us. I didnt know what a slam was but I at least knew what direction things were heading. "Enough for all of us dont you worry" Grant smirked. "Lets get you guys comfortable." I started to move in the direction of the bed but Grant pulled me close to him again and led me to the sling. "We're actually going to put you in here. That ok?" I looked at dad and he just gave me the "it's fine" nod. I had seen enough porn to know what it meant for me to be placed in the sling. Grant angled the sling so I could get in more easily and then dad secured my feet into loops that kept them in place so that my legs would stay up. I noticed how exposed my hole suddenly became. i also saw that Luke and Dominic had gotten off the bed and were joining dad and Grant around the sling. I felt dads hand on my chest slowly guiding it up and down my torso. I looked up at him. "You ok Coop?" "Yeah I think so." He could tell I was sobering up and getting nervous at what I thought was about to happen. "Don't forget Coop. Im right here ok? Im not going anywhere. If its getting too intense just say the word and we are out of here. No questions asked. Ok?" "Yeah dad. Thanks." Dad leaned down and kissed me on the lips softly. "I'll keep you safe Coop" he whispered. While dad and I were having that private moment, Grant retrieved a leather case that he now had in his hand. As he unzipped it, he asked, "So who's going to be first?" I thought I knew what he was talking about. Who was going to be first to fuck me. But Luke's response made me rethink that. "Shouldn't the boy go first?" First in what? I thought. I didn't ask, just trying to see if someone might just end up saying it. Dad spoke next. "Why dont I go first? I want Coop to see that its fine and theres nothing to be worried about." "Can either of you two help out?" Grant was asking Luke and Dominic. Luke said yes and came closer to Grant who said to us all, "What if we did the boy right after his dad here?" He opened the case and pulled out a syringe. I dont know what I thought was in there but this was not it. Why would we need syringes? In my sobering up state, I was beginning to think that maybe it was a bad idea to come to this room. As if he had read my mind, dad leaned down to me again and whispered in my ear to reassure me. "Theyre gonna put one of the needles in me and youre going to watch me blast off Ill be so high. I want you to experience that pleasure. Im doing it first so you know its safe and also because Im hoping after you see my high you will want it too." I just nodded. None of this made any real sense yet but I trusted dad and if he said I would want a syringe in me after seeing him get one, I was going to watch carefully. Grant pulled out a band and followed that up with another both from the leather case. He handed one to Luke and both proceeded to tie them around dads and my arm. This was making me nervous and then I heard dad say, "I haven't done this in ages" which made me even more nervous. What if things changed since he did it last? What if these guys didnt do it right? What if this was just a trick and they were going to kill both of us with these needles? At the same time I was very curious about what was going to happen. I couldnt imagine being higher than we were tonight. And it was hot watching dad get high off the smoke. That memory from earlier in the night kept me quiet about my fears. I didnt have to wait long to find out. I wasnt paying attention to the needle as much as the way everyone was so quiet and focused on giving Grant the space and silence he needed to concentrate on getting it right. But then when dad ripped the band off his arm it was like everyone went unfrozen as dad raised his arm and his breathing got quick before he let out a couple of coughs. Collectively the rest of the guys reacted with a "Yeah" and "That's right" but I just kept watching dad in silence. At first I couldnt tell what was happening. Was this how he was supposed to react? And then he let out a long "Fuuuuuuck yeah that feels good" with his head tilted back and his hands feeling down his chest stomach and cock. As he stroked it I noticed that somehow it looked even bigger and thicker than before. Dad was leaking pre cum again. His focus looked like it was just on him and his pleasure. Like he wasnt even aware that we were in the room with him. He was just feeling good and he was doing what he could to make that even better. "You ready to feel that kid?" Luke whispered in my ear. I turned to him but didnt respond. Dads reaction was hot but I was still a little scared of the needle. Luke took my non-response as a yes apparently because he held my arm out and placed the tip of the needle at a vein. I was paralyzed or maybe I wanted to help him do it right. Either way I did everything to stay still. This time I watched the needle and didnt look away even when dad saw what was happening and said to Luke, "Yeah give Coop that slam. Get my son flying through the roof." Right as he said it, Luke was pushing the plunger down. As soon as it was all in, he pulled it out and then untied the band around my arm. "Raise your arm kid. Let it get into your system." I raised my arm like dad did and after a slight delay from the moment the band came off the warmth started to build from that arm down to the rest of my body. There was something in the back of my throat or my lungs that started a coughing fit like dads but much longer. I had trouble catching my breath but even in that panic I could feel the warmth just spreading and turning me hornier than i had ever been before. I was lost in my own world enjoying this feeling. It wasnt a high like before. It was just every inch of my body feeling like it was experiencing a pleasure it never had before. It was overwhelming and scary but it was so good that I also didnt want it to end. I got brought back to where I was when I heard Luke and Grant cough almost simultaneously. I looked around and saw them catching their high with Dominic doing his own on his arm. I knew they were hot when I first saw them but I noticed that I saw them differently now. I just didnt care what they looked like. As far as I was concerned they were just cocks and I was a hole that needed to be filled. Dad was standing right next to me his hard cock by my head. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me. He looked like he had more control than when he first got the slam but his eyes looked totally different. I couldnt figure out what it was but it was like someone else was in my dads body and i could only tell from his eyes. "You feelng good son? I told you it would be good didnt I Coop?" "Yeah dad. Feels so good. Does it always make you super horny?" "Yes it does son. You need it dont you?" We both turned our attention to Dominic who at that moment was getting his high from the slam he just gave himself. I hadnt noticed that Luke and Grant were standing over me too with their eyes looking like dads. Soon Dominic made his way over too all with hard cocks and a look in their eye that said they could help me with what I need. "What do you say son?" I turned back to look up at dad. Grant reached down and cupped one hand around my balls and used his finger to reach further down and play with my hole. When he touched it I felt that electricity again and moaned. "Yeah boy. Whose cock do you want first?" Even as Grant touched me and asked me that question, I didnt turn from dad. "Dad will you fuck me again?" "You gonna let these other hot studs fuck you too son? I think theyve been patiently waiting for your tight hole." "Yeah dad. I want all of them." "Fuck son." He looked to the other guys. "That slam got that hole hungry huh?" I nodded. "Let's let these guys make you feel good first ok?" Yeah I was a little disappointed that I wasnt going to get my dads cock inside me again right then but what I needed was to be filled more than anything else and the three other hot hard cocks would do the trick I was sure. But first, dad moved down to my hole and looking at the three men standing around me said, "Let me make sure my sons hole is ready for you boys." I looked down towards him as he grabbed my cock and kneeled down to the ground. He stroked me slow and I could feel the effects of the slam in the throbbing of my cock as dad gripped it tighter. But my moan turned into something uncontrollable as I felt dads tongue softly tease my hole. The sensations that I had never felt before the first time dad rimmed me earlier in the night were nothing compared to what I was feeling this time. The slam made my hole my bodys pleasure center and everytime dads tongue made contact with it I felt like I was going to fly out of the sling. Nothing had ever felt like this and dad could tell probing his sons hole with his tongue as he gripped my cock even more tightly. My body was writhing and I could hear how my uncontrollable motions were creating the sounds of the chains that held the sling up that were mixed with the responses of the men who were watching. Whenever I was able to focus as dad tongue fucked me I saw how the look in the eyes of the other men were looking even darker, almost sinister. The look that said they wanted me and they would do whatever they needed to get me. Any other time I'd be scared but with the slam still coursing through my body it only made me want them more. The only thing I could think to want more than these men fucking me was dad fucking me. But I knew that was coming too so I was going to get my holes hunger fed either way. Dad ate my hole out driving me into a frenzied combination of horny high and needy that made me more and more desperate to be filled. I can only imagine what I must have looked like squirming as I was in that sling. Regardless, the cocks on the men only looked harder and thicker than I had remembered before we all got our slams. As much as I loved the feeling of dads mouth on my hole and his hand around my cock, I could almost feel myself getting impatient from the way the slam fixated my mind on finding satisfaction in just one way: a hard cock deep inside me. Finslly, dad stood back up saying to the other guys, "All right boys. My sons hole is ready. Whos going first?" I looked to the three men standing on either side of me not sure who I would choose if I was given the choice. The only solace I had was in knowing all three of them would get a turn. "Maybe our host should do the honors" dad said. "After all, none of us would be flying without your help tonight stud." Grant looked at dad and then at me, both of us nodding at him. That was all he needed as he stepped into the spot dad just took a step from. He hadnt let go of his hard and leaking cock, stroking it slowly now as we looked deeply into each others eyes. I took my cock into my hand now that dad was just going to watch. The touch of his wet and thick cock head against my hole made me shiver like his cock was triggering an aftershock at my hole from the slam. Pure pleasure that I realized I could only experience through the feeling of a cock pushing into me. He started pushing gently and slowly and then the look on his face changed to one that was a mix of surprise and want. "Fuck I can feel you sucking me in. So fucking hungry for my cock. So tight around me." Grant didnt speed up in response to my holes impatience. He was letting me feel every inch slowly like it was my job to memorize it taking his time. His cock felt thicker than dads and I could feel how it was widening me by stretching me out as he pushed in. "So fuckin hot watching your cock disappear into my son like that." Grant turned to dad and smiled."Yeah? You like watching me fuck your son? You like seeing this raw cock just get so deep into this boy you made?" It was the word raw that I heard most clearly. I had been terrified of what it meant not to practice safe sex. There were condoms in our room I'm sure there were condoms in this one. But the fear was not what that word provoked when Grant said it to dad. Now being as high and horny as I was that word only made things hotter. The thought that this mans cock was in me without a condom just bare skin opening me up again was for some reason so hot to me as I felt him pushing deeper. I stroked my cock harder and felt my hole squeeze itself around Grants cock. His eyes widened and a moan escaped him as he seemed to look deeper into me. It was a look that said he couldnt wait anymore and it was accompanied by a sharp thrust that knocked the breath out of me for a second. But it also generated more waves of pleasure that became another early reminder that I was going to be a bottom forever. "Thats all of me boy." Grant said to me before turning to dad. "Im balls deep in your sons hole with my raw cock. So tight so good." He held his thickness inside me and I felt him flex up pressing against the walls of my hole forcing a moan out of me. This was another one of the moments in the life of a young 19 year old new to sex when I told myself I would never feel this good ever again.

My trip to California to into something that I thought I would never do. And that was to be a Tina slut. Chapter 2 As we were waiting for Shawn's BF to get back we were talking and the Pepsi that I was drinking(found out later on that Shawn had gone out and bought a couple bottles of Pepsi when I told him I was going to pick up a 6 pack before getting there ) Shawn had spiked with G and as I was drinking it I started to get light headed,sweating and really horny. All I remember saying to Shawn was could I use the bathroom and he said as went to stand up it hit me hard as I started to black out. I remember faintly hear Shawn saying to me don't worry once you come around the fun will begin. I wasn't sure how long I was out but I remember my eyes slowly opening up and hearing muffle voices a few feet from me and as my eyes started to open up all I could see what looked like 3 figures standing there I couldn't make them out and then a voice in my left ear saying we have been waiting for you. I turned to my left and there was Shawn standing there but this time he was standing there completely nude and his huge cock was right in my face(he had to be at least 8.5" and that was when he wasn't hard.) I tried to lift myself up but when I did I couldn't move my legs and then I tried to move my arms and couldn't, when I did try to move my legs or arms I would hear what sounded like chains hitting each other then I felt this very cool breeze and when I did I realized that I was completely naked and my legs and arms were strapped to a sling. When I started to move my legs and arms the chains hit each other and made the 3 figures I first seen turn their heads in my direction and I remember one of them yelling to Shawn I see our boys starting to come around as the 3 figures make their way towards me. Shawn but he'll be fine I guess I put a little bit to much much G in the pepsi, it was his first time doing. Trying to wrap my head around on what is happening, one of the figures walking towards said I guess he's going to have a first of many tonight then,as they all laughed. Shawn said to one of them Nick(how I would find out was his BF) grab my black nylon bag of the table and Derek hit the light switch then go in the other room and go grab the things we talked about while Mike here took a little nap on us, but that won't happen again I will have to make sure I just give him a little less next time. When the light came on I was temporarily blinded and when I opened my eyes up again there were 2 other guys standing on my right side and not only were they naked as well but they to had big cocks(Shawn's BF) was a little bit bigger than Shawn but he was much thicker and Phil was a little bit bigger than a average size cock but he was very thick as well. Seeing this I tried to get my legs or arms free which was a useless attempt and then I started to look around and was shocked at what I was looking at. Somehow they had brought me into I would say their playroom as there was 2 large mirrors on the side walls on each side of me and then there was another one hanging down directly above me, I noticed that on the corner of the mirrors on the walls were 2 small red lights and I seen 2 small cameras as well when I looked up at the one above me there were 2 cameras on the top left hand corner and one on the right bottom part of the mirror and on the wall in front of me were 2 tv's. One was actually a monitor and the other was a tv. I turned to Shawn and for the first time after coming around I had said what is going on here and said to let me go He just laughed and said in due time I will let you go but til that due time we are going to have ourselves a good time with you aren't we guys and Shawn and Phil said oh yeah and started to laugh. Forgetting about Derek til he came into view with a large duffel bag and placed it down by my legs(which were not only strapped to the sling but we're also pulled back far enough that any cool breeze I would feel I would feel it on my fully exposed hole) then Derek asked what they were laughing about. Shawn said that I asked him what was going on and to let him go and I just told him I would but in due time but we were going to have ourselves a good time with him first and Derek looked right into my eyes and said oh yeah we are as I felt him take what felt like 2 fingers and tried to put them in my hole and was meant with resistance but that didn't stop him from keep pushing as I jumped and felt his fingers slightly go in and then he said boy are you tight. Then shawn said that's why I had you grab the bag after he gets use to a few of the things in that bag and giving him this as I looked and saw a needle in his hand and some clear fluid filled half way he is going to be begging us to open his hole up more but til then I will give him this and one of you get the machine setup and grab one of the nice size dildo and attach it to the machine and once I point him and get the machine going we'll leave him alone in here and we'll watch him in action in the living room til we do what we need to do so we can have our fun with him. I felt my wrist being held and then unstrapped as it was brought down and held down on the sling as Shawn put a rubber strap around my arm and tied it somewhat tight as he started to tap around my arm within 10 seconds he said oh yeah right there as I started to push the needle in he said it's time for you to fly and before I could say anything he had already started pushing the plunger down and within a matter of 20 seconds not only did I start to feel something that I have never felt in my life but had changed my life. That feeling I started to get was first the coughing and then a warm rushing feeling that started in my arm up to my head then down my entire body til it hit my hole it seemed to skip over one upper body part and that was my cock in fact I felt that it had made it a little bit smaller. I remember feeling that warm rushing feeling and moaning as I heard in a faint voice saying doesn't that feel good and then him saying you'll be feeling a lot more of that warm rushing tonight and will be begging us to use you then he grabbed his semi hard cock and said I remembered what you said about you never had a cock down your throat or close to touching the back of you throat. But when we come back I will be the first one to get this cock down that throat and when I do I am going to enjoy watching it slide not only down your throat but watching it slide in and out of that mouth of yours as he rubbed the thick head of his cock on my lips and I could taste the pre cum. But til then we are going to watch on the monitor in the living room you enjoy having your hole fucked on your own and we'll come back and then you can enjoy us as I saw the monitor turn on and there was 4 different screen then it went to 2 and there was I on the monitor and I could see that the 2 cameras that were on the mirror hanging above me one camera was pointing on my upper chest and face and the other one was pointed down and directly towards my hole.. I could see that my hole was fully exposed and it looked like it was twitching and throbbing as I was still feeling the warm rushing feeling. They had left my arm free as I was handed something and then I saw Nick start putting the fucking machine between my legs and when he moved and I looked down then up to the monitor I saw the fucking machine being adjusted but what shocked me was what he had attached to it. They had put this dildo on it and I would say it was at least 12"long and probably a little thinner than a coke can. They said that they were going to get themselves ready as they started heading out the door then Nick stopped at the table and picked up a bottle and came back to me and before he handed me the bottle he said Shawn finally picked the right guy as I seen him move his hand between my legs to my cock and slowly began to move his hand up and down it felt so good but it wouldn't get hard then Nick smiled and said it's ok we weren't planning on you using your cock anyways but when I come back I will see if I can get it hard but if not I like doing other things that I am sure you will be begging me not to stop. Then he said don't worry about this as he held his cock or Shawn's even though we are big and thick we know how to make you enjoy every inch. Then he put a remote and a bottle of poppers in my free hand and said your going to want both. Then as he walked back to the door he stop and put lots of lube on and in my hole along on the dildo then he hit the button on the fuck machine and I felt something wet pushing against my hole he turned is head and said I suggest you hit that bottle of poppers a lot it make it easier on you and on your hole. The rush was still there and when I felt the head of the dildo push against my hole I could feel the sling move back just a little but enough that the dildo went back but it came right back as it pushed against my hole again I fumble to open the bottle of poppers after hitting the 3rd going on to the 4th hit when the dildo started to push up against my hole as I held the 4th hit of the poppers and as the head of the dildo was pushing against my hole I could actually feel the head start to slowly open and stretch my hole but just as I felt it do that the dildo pulled back then I looked up at the monitor and watched the head of the dildo pushing on my hole and I started to moan as I hit the poppers again and I didn't know it but when I started to open the poppers I hit the button on the remote and it started to go slightly faster. Chapter 3 coming in 2 day this will probably be 4 chapters. If I get enough replies and or comments I will post another story once this one is done

Chapter 9 I arrived home, breathed out. There was nothing to now but get on with life. The next week or so passed in a blur. I went out at the weekend with my straight mates as I hadn’t seen them in a while. We shared a few beers, and went round our usual haunts. I was still not out as gay to them but it was obvious to me that things had changed. They were eyeing girls up, I simply wasnt interested, and for the first time I noticed I had been eyeing up a couple of hot, if probably straight guys. I knew my slide had gained momentum and I was travelling down a one way street. And it felt good! However after a week of not going to the Queen Molly or seeing my new mates I was horny. Phil and Steve were in Gran Canaria for another week. I would have to make my own entertainment. I decided to take the plunge and visit a sauna in the gay village. I paid my money changed, kept my key and towel and went to explore. I had a shower and tucked some lube in my key strap. There was a younger crowd in , not my usual types but I noticed a twinky fella mid twenties, and smooth , eyeing me as I prowled round. I eyed him and went into the steam room. I sat down and waited, lazily just stroking my cock. It wasn’t long before the door opened, and he walked in. He peered round and sat down next to me. He was erect , only about six inches and not particularly thick. But he looked keen. He started wanking my cock before getting on his knees. He started sucking my cock. I was going to have to change my game and top for the first time. I stiffened at the thought. It would be bare. I stood and took his hand, leaving the steam room and moving into a private room . He climbed on the plastic covered mattress, offering me his ass. I wanted to tongue that beautiful hole before he would feel my cock. I spread his ass cheeks and pushed my tongue in his sweet hole. ‘You want this cock boy? ‘He nodded. ‘Yes sir’ I ripped open the lube and pushed a finger in his hole. He tensed, ‘easy boy’ I said. I climbed on the mattress and positioned myself behind him . I pushed in him slowly. He was tight. ‘Have u a condom?’ He asked as I gradually filled his ass. ‘No, I don’t use them. This will be bare or not at all. ‘ I gradually started withdrawing my cock before pushing back in him, teasing his hole. ‘Don’t worry, I tested neg last week and have taken PreP’ I added. It was kind of true. ‘Uh ok’ he muttered. ‘I can pull out if you want’ I suggested, as I started picking up the pace of my fucking. ‘No, just don’t cum in me’ . I said nothing. The thought of cumming in him was making me rock hard. There was no way I was going to pull out, he just needed to want it. ‘You like Daddy’s cock boy? You like this raw cock in you?’ I wanted to push him. I could see he was conflicted but he just wanted cock. ‘Yes please fuck me, that feels good’ I imagined that I might be poz and fucking him, that nearly tipped me over the edge. I started ramming his arse whilst holding his hips .I pinned him and he seemed to be resigned to his fate. ‘I’m nearly cumming boy, I know you secretly want this don’t you?’ He stayed silent and I knew he was mine. ‘Tell me now or I stop!’ I ordered. There was no way I was stopping but he didn’t know that. ‘Yes’ he whispered. ‘Louder’ I ordered. ‘I can’t hear you’ ‘yes I do. Please don’t pull out ‘ he whimpered. It was all I needed to hear as I came , emptying a few days worth of cum in him. He had a glazed look in his eyes. The look that says you have been well fucked. ‘Good Boy! You will never go back now. It will always be bare from now on. Remember that’ I picked up my towel and left him. The itch had been scratched and after another brief walk round the sauna I left. I had fucked my first twink. I was never going to fuck proper alpha males, I would be taking their raw cocks, but I would make exceptions every now and then I decided for cute twinks. My week of abstinence was broken and after unwinding at home for an hour, I was wanting cock myself. I toyed with going to the Molly but when Looking through my wallet, Gino’s card fell out. I picked it up. Without waiting I sent a text ‘Hi this is Neil’ I waited. I wasn’t really expecting a response and was about to open a beer, when my phone pinged. ‘ Hello! I wondered whether you would message me. You feeling ok? ‘ the message read. ‘Yes fine! …….. just horny’ I sent the message. I hoped I wasn’t on the wrong page. ‘ Good. I may be able to help that. However it will involve poz cock’ the reply came back. My cock stirred. ‘Yes please’ I quickly replied, before I could think rationally. ‘good’ the reply came. I got a pin map sent. 30 mins. It was around five miles from my flat. I knew what would happen. I wanted it as I pictured the glimpse of the tattoo he had shown me. I knocked on the front door. It swung open. I walked in. I had gone commando under my track pants, ready for action. Gino appeared behind me. He was in some scrubs. ‘Guys tend to like me in scrubs’ he explained ‘ It’s that medical test fantasy’ I sank to my knees. His stiff cock strained against his scrubs . I just wanted it. I pulled the scrubs. His big mushroom head appeared, and that tattoo. Pure sex. I licked the head slipping it in my mouth. He pushed it down my throat making me gag. I pulled off and kissed his biohazard tattoo. ‘ You will get there, I guarantee it. ‘Gino said. ‘ you will have my seed in you soon’ My inner slut was rising. ‘ I want that cock fucking me’ I replied, slipping out of my joggers. He led me to a bedroom and positioned me on all fours. He briefly lubed my itching hole before placing that huge clock head at my entrance. ‘ I want you to feel this pushing in. Savour it’ My hole stretched to accommodate it and then he was inside. I could feel it pushing in me. ‘ You want this so much don’t you?’ He asked. ‘God yes, I just need cock and cum’ I replied. ‘ This load is definitely charged’ he whispered, as I played with my cock. ‘You will be coming to the centre soon for me’ he continued. ‘Turn over, I want to look at you when I come in you’ I repositioned myself on my back, legs in the air and let him push in me again. My, that mushroom head felt good stretching in me. ‘Just fuck me hard. Breed me’ I pleaded, as Gino picked up his pace. ‘ You wanted it , here it comes’ Gino fixed me with a stare as he came, pushing deep in me and holding his cock there until his balls emptied. I lay there, in the moment, my insides absorbing his cum. Gino withdrew, and we breathed out hard. ‘ I will be seeing you soon, I can feel it’ he said. I dressed, kissed Gino and quietly left. Sated. And content. to be continued……..

Spring is in the air as I stopped at a cruising area off I35 S. in Iowa. I haven't past this spot in several years. It was a little cool air for April, but I was horny for cock. Dressed in a Tshirt & shorts with tennis shoes as I checked out a trail. I must have spooked an older man on his knees with a nice Blk cock in his mouth right off the path since he jumped up and quickly vacated the area. I approached the 6'4" black now stroking his nice 7 to 8" thick cock, smiling ask me if I was wanting to finish him off as I dropped to my knees licking the mushroom head. He stated, the old man wasn't very good at sucking him. I showed off my gag reflects control as I allowed him to slide his cock down my throat. "Fuck ya, cocksucker!, take all of my cock!" with his hands on my head fucking my mouth. Then I heard what I really wanted, "You Fuck?"? I stepped out of my shorts and reached between my legs guiding his hard cock to my cunt.... as I had already smeared some astroglide to my hole in the car. Bent over with my hands bracing on a fallen tree, he wasted no time pounding my hole. Feeling that hot hard raw going deep in my hole is what I wanted & needed. I noticed another gray goatee middle aged man approaching & watching me take it. With me moaning, I all most missed him asking where he wanted his load. "breed me!" was came out of my mouth as he filled my hole with his load. As he pulled out, "Thanks man"and the goatee guy asked if I wanted another stepping up pushing into my wet used hole. Grabbing my hips, he just started fucking and talking trash. " Such a good cumdump" as I was feeling his ball bounce against my ass and juices running my thighs. It started a lite rain at so point in my fuck feast. As he stopped and stated" I wanna finish in your mouth and you can clean my cock!" As quickly as he entered my mouth, he unloaded ropes of cum in my mouth and face. Then continue to fuck my mouth it was then I noticed him with a phone in his hand snap a few photos of my cum cover face. At some point in all this I lost my shirt too. I don't remember taking it off, but I was totally naked with only tennis shoes on as the he finished wiping his cock off with my shirt. "I know this isn't your first time but thanks... there is least two others watching...." I had to rest before heading back to car and the first old man walked asking if I was okay as I dressed. I have never seem anything like that before, "two guy rape another man" . I looked him, " you can't rape the willing". Looks like it's going to be a year of "Fucking" this has to be 40 or 41 loads in my ass and "All Bareback" this year.

*wap* *wap* *wap* *wap* "fuck yeah dude I'm gonna cum." My head was spinning. I don't say anything but pressed back up against him. Soon he started unloading in me. Almost immediately after I heard the deadbolt. Fuck! She was supposed to be in Connecticut until tomorrow. I was staying at her place looking after her dog. I didn't know the name of the man who was emptying his balls in my asshole. We met on craigslist. He responded to my ad looking for dick. **** I'd was bored at Amanda's shitty apartment in the LES. It was Sunday afternoon and I started watching some porn. I was feeling spicy so I put on this 80s gay DVD she had for whatever reason and I got out a buttplug she'd used on me a few times. Amanda knew I fantasized about gay sex. In fact, she incorrectly thought I'd been fucked by a guy because I lied and said I had been. She thought it was hot. The plug was in me and my cock was ridiculously hard and leaking cum. I was rocking on the butt plug. On the screen a tanlined twink got railed bare by a muscly guy with a pornstache. I posted an ad looking for a top to fuck me. I included the nearest cross street and my stats. After 5 minutes I edited it to add "breed me raw." I started emailing a few guys then got a response from a guy who was literally 4 blocks away. I told him I was at my gfs and he didn't care. He was indeterminately 30s maybe early 40s. Kinda faggy looking with bleached blonde hair but I liked his bald pubes and thick but not huge cock. I gave him the address and apartment number. The buzzer startled me inside of 15 minutes. I pulled up my basketball shorts, the butt plug still inside. I let him inside and started to mildly panic. I was only up one floor so I didn't have long. He came inside. I was suddenly insecure about the gay porn. He slid his hand down my shorts and said relax. I laughed and did. He sat down on Amanda's shitty Ikea couch. I knelt between his legs and opened his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear. I sucked his stiffening dick into my mouth. That was a first! I realized I didn't know what I was doing but figured it wasn't too tricky. His penis felt huge in my mouth and I gagged a couple of times. "Let's fuck" I stood up and got naked, pulling the plug from my asshole. I'd used lots of lube and some of it ran down my right thigh. I walked over to the bed. Another horrible Ikea acquisition lol. I got on my knees and stuck my ass in the air and pulled out the plug, dropping it beside me on the comforter. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and slid inside of me. I was having unprotected receptive anal sex with a man whose name I didn't know. My cock leaked precum but also shriveled. He fucked me hard, slowing for a few moments when he heard me whimpering. I told him to fuck me. I said I wanted his load. He flipped me on my back. He pulled me past the edge of the bed and was deep inside me. *wap* *wap *wap* his thighs slapped against me. "Fuck you do have a tight asshole." I was having an out of body experience. I was intensely turned on by getting fucked. I was fantasizing about him shooting a huge load of semen inside me. My legs were over his shoulders as he fucked my ass. Amanda had fucked me many times but this was the first time I had an actual cock in me. "Uhhh yeah." "Jerk off." "huh?" "Jerk off." he put my hand on my cock, which was soft but dripping precum. He stopped fucking but stayed inside. I jerked off, fast, blasting a huge load on my stomach. I felt overwhelmed but he wasted no time pulling out and having me flip onto my hands and knees. A ribbon of cum ran off me onto the bedspread. He penetrated me from behind and began fucking me hard. *wap* *wap *wap*. He grabbed me, smearing cum on his right hand and wiping it on my neck, "sorry dude you came a lot." *wap* *wap* *wap* why'd I done this? I could've just jerked off. *wap* *wap* *wap* *wap* "fuck yeah dude I'm gonna cum."

I was. In DC relaxing at my hotel. Not really looking at all. I get a text from a guy. He got my number from his friend and would I be interested. He then texted me a picture of his dick. I was nice so I agreed. it was like 5 minutes and he was there. He was young and cute Maybe 150 lbs and well built. he got naked quickly and he was hard as a rock. His wife and her friends were shopping and he wanted some ass. He never mentioned a condom and before I knew it he was in me bare. He pounded me for 10 min until I felt him cum He stayed in got hard then fucked me again he said sex with his young wife was great but every so often he likes a man’s ass.

Had a standard fucking tonight, by a fb who is neg but hates condoms. He has a 8" cock that I could have fuck me for hours as it fits so perfect. He ate my hole, then fucked me doggystyle nice n steady until I started jerking my cock cuz he felt so good. As I jerked, he fucked me harder, and we both shot within moments of each other. Me on the sheets under me, and him deep in my ass. I licked him clean, annd he fingered my cum dripping ass.

I have never touched Tina or any other drugs besides weed. I didn't even knew what was until about a year ago. I was due to go on a business trip out to California and decided to stay a couple extra days so I made reservations to a couple places I wanted to look at(never made it to the reservations) a couple days before heading to California I was check out at site and came open the one ad that kept popping up I my head. I had gave it a quick glance earlier but that's all it was a quick glance. I remember seeing the heading it was pretty much like a top guy looking for a experienced sub but. He was looking for a sub bottom that he can use for his and maybe other men sexual desires and or needs,and that the bttm must me able to handle a good long fucking. I had asked him how long and he replied back saying at least 32 hours. I was like what you can go for 32 hours non-stop and he said no at first then I said so what does that mean he continue on saying that if the guy was worth it that he would rent him out to other guys but they couldn't just pick him up here he would drive the guy there. If they wanted to play they would have to play. I said well I hope you find that guy sounds like fun he said thanks. After my second night in California I went online seeing if the guy had found anyone so I sent him a message. I was shocked to see that he answered right away. He asked how my trip was and how long would I be staying back, I told him the meetings were long and boring. But I only had another 2 days before I could say I am on vacation and that I would be there for another 5 days after that. I asked how he was and his reply was very honry. I asked if he ever found that sub bottom he was looking for and his reply back was if I had I wouldn't be horny and I wouldn't be talking to you right now. I said I guess your right and said I should be going right before I went to leave the site he had sent me a message attached with a picture I stop to open it up. When I clicked on the message my jaw dropped in the picture was 2 of the biggest and thickest cocks I have ever seen. And the message said would you be willing to let me and my boyfriend use you and your hole when you start vacation. The message went on to say if i agree that we can use you that means that you are giving us permission to do whatever we want with you meaning be as rough as we want(of course within reason). He stated since the first night he talked with me he hasn't masturbated or had sex that he wanted to give my hole(he wouldn't say which one) his week long load and it would be one of the biggest load I probably ever had, then the last part of the message said also my boyfriend wants to give you his load as well and he hasn't had sex in over a week as well. I told him that I wasn't a bottom nor have I ever been a sub bottom and from the look of their cocks I most likely wouldn't be able to handle either one of them but I appreciate that they would even consider even thinking of me. I asked out of curiosity when you said that you and your BF could do whatever you wanted what did you mean and how big and thick were they. He said I will answer your first question but the second question is for guys to find out in person. As to the 1st question me and my BF like to play together and there are times where we like to have a total or more of a total(sub) bottom where we have or take control over the sub bottom and just use him and his holes for our own sexual needs and or desires and that they don't get to do it that much due to most guys don't like to be dominated by 2 guys never mind being dominated by 2 guys who have huge and thick cocks like we do. I said that I could understand about why guys wouldn't like to be dominated by 2 guys and even more being dominated by 2 guys that were as huge and thick as they were. I continued to go on saying for me I wouldn't be the guy who you would be having a good time with because 1 I most likely wouldn't be able to handle either 1 of them because my lack of experience as I have only been playing with guys within the past year and most of the guys I had hooked up with was mostly giving and receiving oral and most of the guys were average size and that I still had problems getting their cocks either down my throat or even touching the back of my throat and that my hole was probably way to tight for them. He said that I would be surprised on how or what I could handle or take most guys think the samething and by the time that him and his BF are done with the guy he is leaving us thanking us over and over and asking us to invite him back,(then he said something that I caught but really didn't think much about it) he mentioned that him and his BF know how to get or make a guy to relax without him realizing it until it's to late and he's starting to enjoy whatever we are doing to him at that time. Then he said so let me know if you want to come over or not. I said can I think about over the night and I will let you know after work tomorrow and he said sure then said if you say yes I promise you that you will be glad you said yes and have an experience that you will never forget. I went to bed and the following day throughout work I would have these moments of wondering off and thinking about these 2 guys using me and my holes so I figured that was a sign to give it a try. I got home took my shower ate and sat at the laptop and started typing that I would like to give it a try but don't be shocked or upset if things didn't happen or go the way they excepted or wanted it to go. He replied back about a half hour and said I shouldn't have anything to worry about again he mentioned how him and his BF has ways to help guys relax and before the guy knows it he's either moaning as I or my BF is fucking him or he's got one of our cocks in his mouth (Again i thought and felt that there was something wrong with that statement) but I was just to much into the idea of just hoping that I could at least handle one of their cocks, then he said remember your second question to me and I said how could I forget he said all he would tell me is not many guys(who are experienced) can handle it but I didn't have to worry that they would make that they would be gentle and make sure I was relaxed and comfortable. He gave me his address and the time to be there and before signing off he said he wanted to make sure that he had the right information. He asked me if I was staying in California for the next 6 days. I said yes one more day for business and then the last 5 days as a vacation he said ok cool then signed off. After he gave me his address and signed off I went and googled the address he gave me,not only was he about 2 hours from me but the address he sent me from the look on Google maps it looked like a really nice big house but in the back of the house there was another building attached to it. It looked like a night club or something like that but there was no sign on it no name or anything and it looked like it was abandoned but in the parking lot on the other side of the building was completely filled with cars and the picture must of been taken near or close to sundown and this parking lot looked like it could holdup to at least 50 cars. I checked to see if it was a paid parking lot and the only information I could find was it was a private parking lot along with the building. The next day went by without hearing a word from him and the day I was to his place I still hadn't heard from him and I was to meet up with him within the next 4 hours so I sent him a message just to make sure we were still on. I had 2 and half hours left to meet up with him and still hadn't heard from him. I thought that if we weren't going to meet up he would have let me know. So I grabbed what I needed for the ride and what I thought I would need for his place, I wasn't sure if I was going to be staying the night or not because it wasn't discussed so I didn't bring a change of clothes with me. I had my tang top on with a pair of jeans and a jock strap a and a small bag with my lube toothbrush and toothpaste and that was it. I was halfway to his house when I pulled into a rest stop and saw that I had a mess3from him asking if I was still coming and that he had hope so because him and his BF had everything prepared for me showing up. I was thinking what did they have to prepare for me showing up. I sent him a message back saying that I was about an hour away and that I should be there by 6. He said cool that I didn't have to worry about grabbed anything to eat as they had sandwich meats there and other stuff to eat if didn't want sandwich meat I told him I was going to stop and pick up a 6 pack of Pepsi. I was in the area of his place by 5:40 so I decided to drive around the block and see if I could get a better look at the building it definitely was attached to his place and there were no signs saying what the place was and it looked like all the windows were boarded up and when I turned the corner there were a few cars in the parking lot so I pulled in rolled my window to see if I could hear anything and I couldn't so I pulled out of the parking lot and drove around the block and pulled into his driveway and up to the front of the house. I was greeted by Shawn the guy I had been talking to at the door. He stood at least 5'10 hard brown hair and eyes about 160 and somewhat muscular and all he had on was a jock strap and from the bulge in the jock strap you could clearly see that he was huge. He smiled as he rub his cock and said we're happy that you didn't back out and invited me in. As we made our way to the kitchen he took my 6 pack of Pepsi and did you want 1 or anything to eat I had told him I ate before I received his mess3but I will take a Pepsi he said ok. He pulled the 6 pack back out and took a Pepsi from it and handed me it. As we were waiting for his BF to come back we were just talking and as I was drinking my Pepsi I started to feel really light headed and hot as well as very horny that was the last thing I remembered. PT.2 coming very soon writing it now be posted in a day or two. If I get enough people who want to hear more of what on and happened this will either have 3 or 4 chapters. I have other stories as well

Greetings friends! Here's another chapter in the saga of Paul, Blake, and Chris. The boys have some stuff to deal with (and no sex to get through in this chapter), but I think it sets them up to have an interesting time in the next installment. Because of the cliffhanger ending, I wanted to get this chapter out and have another one follow in a couple of days. As always, let me know what you think about where things are going. Happy reading! Chapter Five: A New Family Blake and I managed to fuck and fist our way through most of the rest of the break. I have to say, Blake was attentive to my needs in so many ways — He always made sure that I was feeling safe and comfortable, constantly brought me food and generally pampered me throughout our time together. We even went out one afternoon and went shopping at a specialty underwear store to get matching jockstraps. I didn’t want to tell him, but I have a major underwear fetish, and knowing that I had something we could match together was amazing. Plus, his ass looked insane perfectly cradled in the back straps. We may have eaten each other out in the fitting room of the store. (I guess we should have been quieter because the assistant smirked at us while ringing up our purchases.) I made Blake stay home the night before classes resumed so I could get some time preparing for the next semester and spend a few hours practicing. He agreed that he should probably attend to some things before he was back in classes and needed to put in a few hours swimming to stay in shape for the diving sessions he would have the next week. After getting in a few hours playing the organ and starting to organize my books and notebooks for classes the next morning, I went to knock on Chris’s door. He hadn’t been in touch at all during the break, and the few times that Blake and I had tried to see if he was back in his dorm room, there was no answer. I was starting to really worry. After giving my signature triple knock, I stood back and waited. After a few moments, I could hear some shuffling behind the door before it slowly creaked open. The room behind Chris was completely dark, and when he emerged from the shadows I involuntarily gasped. “Chris, what happened to you!?!?” Chris looked like he had been beaten. He had dark circles under both eyes, his hair was matted, he had a bruise on his neck and it seemed to continue under his loose-hanging teeshirt. He looked at me with heavily-lidded eyes and just gestured inside. As I walked in the room and the door swung shut behind me Chris started, “I would have called you but my mom smashed my phone.” I could hear his voice tremble. “It was awful. My parents don’t want me to ever go back home again.” I grabbed Chris and pulled him into a tight hug. In all the time that I had known Chris, I had never seen him look so dejected and depressed. “I’m here for you, Chris. Whatever you need that I can do to help, please let me know. I love you man.” I could feel his tears soaking into my sweater on my shoulder as I held onto his shuddering body. He continued to cry as I walked over to the couch and sat down. After half an hour of just holding him, he unsteadily sat up and began to apologize. “Shut it, I’m here for you and you’re my friend. Don’t apologize. And don’t feel like you need to talk about it if you don’t want to. I’m not going anywhere and there is nothing you can say that will lose me as a friend.” Chris gave me a watery grin and seemed to sigh with relief. We stayed together and put a movie on for the night. I didn’t want to leave Chris until I knew that he could get some sleep before classes in the morning. At about midnight he had dropped off and I carried him to his bed and tucked him in. I left him a note saying that I went home to sleep but would come by and wake him up in the morning in case he woke up in the middle of the night and felt lonely. When I made it back across the hall I sent a message to Blake: **Chris is in a bad way and I think he is going to need our help to get through things. Can we go out and do something as a group after classes?** I only had to wait for a few seconds before I got a response from Blake: **Yep, I will be ready for a bonding experience.** * * * * * I managed to wake up with enough time to get ready for school then get Chris ready for school as well. As I sent him trotting off to the Business School buildings with a muffin and a banana in his hands, I headed off to my first music theory class of the morning. Getting back into the swing of things with classes provided me some structure and went mostly well. I got chewed out by my piano professor for neglecting the instrument while I was on break, but otherwise it all went very well. I sent Blake text messages on and off during the day as we made plans to go out for pizza after he finished up his diving practice this afternoon. Collecting Chris first after I wrapped up a practice session, we walked down to the training complex for athletes in time to see Blake’s final dive of the night. I couldn’t get it out of my head how fucking gorgeous he was — his body so elegantly taut and bowed as he twirled through the air. Chris and I applauded as he swam over to the side of the pool and gave us a wave as he trotted off to the changing rooms. Turning to me Chris asked, “why are you both being so nice to me again?” “Well,” I responded, “I wanted to prove to you that we both care about you very deeply and are here if there is anything that we can do to help. You need to know that, and whatever ends up happening with your family, you have a family in us.” I could see tears forming at the corners of Chris’s eyes and I gave him a quick hug. “We’re going to have a great time tonight over pizza and get to all chat more deeply. I think it will be fun.” With a smile and a quick nod, Chris agreed and we walked toward the exit of the locker room to wait for Blake. After only a few minutes, Blake emerged from the locker room with still-damp hair, but looking remarkably put together with his kit bag slung over his shoulder. “Come on boys, my car is right outside.” We all piled into his car and drove the ten minutes to a quiet pizza shop in a strip mall on the outskirts of the campus area. As we jumped out of the car, I could tell that Blake had some kind of hidden agenda — I only hoped that he would be able to keep things from getting too out of hand tonight. . . We plonked down at a booth and ordered a couple of pizzas to split between the three of us. Chris opened up about how his parents had kicked him out right before Christmas and he bounced around with a few friends back home before he managed to get a ride back to school. He seemed to be handling things better than he had before, but I could tell that he was still raw from his treatment over the break. Eventually we switched subjects to how our breaks went. Blake and I looked at each other before Blake leaned in and whispered, “Paul managed to take my fist every night for two weeks.” Chris’s eyes widened, “he just needs an excuse to top more often and he’ll be growing into an ideal pig, don’t you think?” I could tell Chris was fascinated — for the first time since I saw him last night I saw a glimmer of his old self come rushing back to his eyes. “God, I want to see that sometime.” Blake leaned back in the booth, “we can definitely make that happen, but we have to get through a few things first.” The food started arriving at the table and we spent a few minutes burning the roofs of our mouths with molten cheese before Blake piped up, “don’t eat too much, we actually have an appointment in a few minutes.” I started a bit. An appointment? What the hell was Blake thinking? Blake must have sensed my curiosity because he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “you’ll need to pay for this pizza, but I am paying for the next part of this night. Seems only fitting as I am the one who started this family.” My eyes flew open in disbelief. Blake’s face gave nothing away as he reached for another slice. By the end of the meal we had done some damage to the two pizzas and had some leftovers that we could all have some for lunch tomorrow. I settled up with the waiter and we made our exit outside. I started walking toward the car when Blake called, “Paul, where are you going?” I turned around and he gestured me back to the sidewalk. “We’ve got somewhere else to go first.” Blake grabbed Chris’s shoulder in a side bro hug and steered him past the dark windows of the closed shops. I followed in their wake wondering what Blake had planned. We stopped in front of a blacked out storefront with no sign or indication that the space was occupied at all. Blake looked back and grinned at me before he knocked. The sound of a lock clicking interrupted the otherwise quiet night before a beautiful face appeared in a crack in the door. “What do you boys want?” asked the beautiful boy. “I made an appointment for the three of us tonight.” The gorgeous man opened the door and we stepped into a beautiful lobby area. All the couches were modern and white, lots of gleaming chrome and healthy potted plants. There didn’t seem to be a receptionist, just walls of what appeared to be photo albums and a mahogany door set into the wall opposite the entrance. “Hi, I’m Aiden.” This gorgeous twenty-something stuck out his hand in my direction. If there was someone that I couldn’t get enough of, it might be Aiden. He was at least 6’6” and boyish. He wore a smock over a button down shirt and had beautifully trendy black hair. His ears and his septum were pierced, but not looking too intimidating. His muscles kept the fabric of his shirt taut without him looking like a juiced up athlete. I pulled myself out of a stupor and grabbed his hand. It was surprisingly soft considering that it looked like he spent plenty of time in the gym. He gestured for us all to sit on the couches. “Welcome to my boutique. What can I do for you today?” Blake looked more excited than I had seen him since the first time my ass swallowed his whole hand. “We’re here for a package deal.” “Right,” Aiden replied. “You’re all over 18 correct?” We all nodded. “Before we get started, I want to give you some background. I graduated school with a degree in art and founded this right after I finished. It is a private service, so I survive off referal business only. So when someone asks you about where you went, you send them my way, yes?” We all nodded again. I could feel the adrenaline start to rise. “All my work can be seen in these books,” he gestured around the walls, “and you’re going to be entering those pages, too. I will refuse to work on anyone that doesn’t meet my standards. After all, I am an artist.” Aiden removed the smock exposing his tightly-buttoned shirt and smartly pressed pants. “Blake had mentioned you would be here a few times for various things, and I think we can definitely make some progress here.” I was mesmerized by this gorgeous man as I saw his bulge start to grow. “My calling card is my body,” he started slowly removing his shirt, button by button, “and you’ll gaze on it as we work.” Starting with his collarbone, his entire body was slowly revealed. There wasn’t a stray hair to be seen, his smooth skin pulled tight over his muscles. It served as a canvas for the most incredible full-body tattoo I had ever seen. Symbols, words, and tribal motifs were intertwined with beautiful animals and lewd sketches of men. His nipples were both pierced with severe-looking barbells, and his Adonis belt V led below his pant line, drawing the eyes to his bulge. “I can see you’re all enchanted by my work. Let’s go to the back and get started.” We all stood up and followed Aiden to the door in the back wall. His tattoos abruptly stopped at his back, which was covered in what looked like tiny little lines. I brushed that aside as soon as he opened the door. . .

Part 8 Stu: Tailgating is always fun, but Danny made it better. I watched him go between the cars and suck Tomas and Steve off. Either he was getting more adventurous or the beer had killed most of his inhibitions. Just as we were about to go into the stadium for the kickoff, some guy gave Danny a hug. It wasn't one of those gentle hugs you give your aunt, it was more of a bro-hug. They chatted only a few seconds and the guy took off. The other guy was cute - muscled with thick legs and a nice ass, some trimmed hair on his chest and a frat tattoo on his arm. I couldn't see which greek letters it had, but it didn't matter since I doubted I'd ever see him again. I'd love to watch Danny tag a bunch of frat bros, knocking them up house by house. Danny told me that they'd hooked up several times and then the guy had then vanished from the apps. It was the first time he'd seen him in a few weeks. We joined the mob and went into the stadium and found our seats. "Do gay guys get bored and only fuck a few times and then look for new guys?" he asked during the second quarter. "Yeah, some do. Why?" I asked innocently. "I've had five different guys do that. I think they got bored. They just stopped wanting another hookup and never replied to my messages. They were some of the first guys I met here, but I thought they were going to be regulars I could keep fucking a long time. We just met three or four times and then they were gone. I didn't realize with so many bottoms around they could be so picky. At least the guy in the parking lot told me why he disappeared. You must be right about the campus being easy to catch bugs" he said. I almost broke out laughing, but I kept quiet and just nodded. It was nice to know that there were probably at least five guys that were now carrying Danny's strain. I wasn't even sure that Danny was now poz, but from his comments I'd bet money on it. Lots of money. The game ended and we went back to the cars. Most of us were pretty drunk and we tried to sober up enough to get back to the hotel. Since Danny was just short of his twenty-first birthday, he couldn't get served in the stadium and was the least drunk of us. We had snuck him a few sips of our beer during the game, but we were pretty greedy and drank almost all of ours. Most of what he drank was probably backwash. We got back to the hotel and thankfully crashed there, instead of on the road. All six of us were snoring loudly, I'm sure. -- Danny: The game was fun. Our team lost, but it didn't matter. The only bad part was that I couldn't buy beer since I wasn't 21 yet. Stu's friends gave me some of theirs, but it always seemed to be the last sip of the cup. I even saw Tomas drool some spit into the cup before handing it to me. Some people might find that disgusting, but I found it kinda hot. I already had his cum in my stomach, so spit wasn't much different. I drove Steve's car back to the hotel since he was too drunk to drive. I'm not sure that Stu was much better, but we got there ok. Everyone was exhausted and sunburned, so we all fell asleep for a few hours. I was the first to get up and popped a beer. The sound seemed to wake everyone up and I saw Javier and Tomas whispering to each other a few minutes later. I wondered what they were talking about but was surprised when they went back to the other room and then went outside. When they came back, I quickly figured out what they had done. Both reeked of pot smoke and I was a little envious. I'd tried it a couple times and liked the feeling, but was too scared to find some on my own, much less buy a pipe or rolling papers. They dropped their shorts and tossed them to the side before bending over Gio's bed next to each other. "Who needs some knocked up pussy?" Javier asked. I thought it was a strange question but his ass looked so hot bent over with a dirty, sweaty jockstrap framing his hairy butt. I was the first to move and with each step my cock got harder. Just like Stu had done to me the day before, I spit on Javier's hole and pushed in. It was a little tight and dry, so I spit a couple more times before I could get into a good thrusting motion. Stu came up next to me and did the same to Tomas. It was so hot to be fucking next to my mentor. We kept glancing at each other and I didn't know who had the bigger grin. Javier kept squeezing his ass ring around my cock, trying to get me to cum but I wanted a longer fuck. And harder too, just like he had fucked me that morning. Stu seemed shocked when I really started pounding Javier. It felt good and I had never been that rough with anyone before. He kept begging for it, so he must have liked it. Eight strong pulses shot out of my cock, filling him with my cum. He started moaning as soon as he felt my load and when the spurts ended he kept saying "Gracias" over and over. Gio took my place when I finally pulled my cock out. Javier's ass looked so good with my seed dripping out of his hole. Gio used the cum to coat the head of his dick and then shoved in all the way. Javier grunted but then began begging for Gio to pound him. Most of it was Spanish so I don't know all of what he said but I definitely heard "breed me." Steve took over from Stu, after Stu had cum. Stu pushed me to the other bed and gave me an evil grin. I was hoping he was going to fuck me again, but instead he got us into a 69 position and we licked each other's cock clean. We took a break from sex and finished off the beer that they had brought before everyone headed to bed. I spent that night in Stu's bed. He fucked me three times through the night, pumping more of his seed into me each time. It felt good and I guess he thought I was a good fuck if he kept on doing it. -- Stu: After our nap, we stood around. I saw Javier and Tomas go out for a smoke break. I'm sure there was more than just weed in the pipe, but it didn't matter. I gave up the harder stuff after almost getting fired for a failed drug test. They were horny when they came back in, though, and they weren't the only ones. Javier bent over the bed and asked who wanted to fuck them. I was surprised when Danny was the first to move. I was second and took my spot behind Tomas. It was good fucking Tomas next to Danny. We both were enjoying the bottoms our raw dicks were inside of. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that Danny had been fucking ass since his dick could get hard. It was amazing that he had learned so much in just a few months. When he began to pound Javier just like Javier had fucked him that morning, I was even more proud of him. I knew Javier could take it since I'd done that to him many times to make sure that my bug got him years before. After both of us had cum, Gio and Steve took their turns on the horned up, spun bottoms. While I wanted to fuck Danny again, I needed a break. His eyes lit up as I pushed him toward the empty bed, but when he laid down I went next to him and pulled him into a sixty nine. The taste of cum on his cock was so good and he was enjoying licking the cum off my dick too. All of us were tired and our balls needed time to refill, so we all hit the sack. Danny was in my bed tonight and Gio could use his hand. A couple times during the night I fucked Danny, recharging him with a small load of cum inside him each time. In the morning, I drilled him longer and pumped a bigger load into him before falling asleep once more. Gio wanted to fuck him one more time before we left, but Danny said he wanted my dick to be the first and last in him for the weekend. He plugged his hole again, while Gio went next door to empty his balls. Danny went back to his dorm room, looking a little worn out. We weren't exactly a lively bunch either. The drive home seemed to take twice as long as getting down there. I dropped Gio off at his apartment and went back to my house. I slept well that night and woke to several messages from Gio, Javier, Steve and Tomas. "That lil fucker was a great find", "Thanks 4 sharing ur cumdump", "U taught him well" and "shud have offered $5k to knock him up. ur a lucky daddy" the messages said. -- Danny: I was beat when I got back to the dorm room and Tony looked just as bad. I wasn't about to tell him what I did over the weekend but he had no problem telling me how many times his boyfriend had fucked him. "Don't worry, we didn't do it on your bed and we cleaned up all the other spots" he said, grinning. Suddenly he got real serious and said "We ran out of condoms last night so I took my first bare cock. Holy fuck that felt good. I would only do it with a boyfriend but my god I loved it. I've never gotten hard when someone fucks me before but I did then. I shot a huge load when I felt him cum inside me." Tony looked embarrassed the moment he stopped talking. "Yeah, I know. It feels really good. Did you keep it in?" I asked, trying to make him feel less awkward, but I was curious too. His eyes got big and he nodded. I think he suddenly realized he could talk to me about sex stuff and then said "Yeah, I tried. It leaked out though and I had to wash my blanket and sheets. We used a couple towels to soak it up the last few times." I don't know what came over me, but with our new openness, I pushed my cargo shorts off and bent over, showing him the plug in my ass sealing in Stu's load. "Oh my god... That's so fuckin hot. Does that keep your hole open and ready to get fucked or the cum inside?" Tony asked. I laughed and said "Both, but my ass is too sore to think about getting fucked for a few days." Tony smiled back at me, saying "I know. I don't think I can take any more either. I thought you were a top, though. I've seen your profile in a few apps." The comment surprised me. I didn't think of Tony as someone that would look for hookups, especially since he had a boyfriend now. "I like to top and bottom. I just say I'm a top on the apps since there are too many bottoms around here. This weekend I was just going to bottom with my friend, but in the end all of his buddies fucked me too. I fucked a couple of them too" I told him. "All bare? Did you know all of them?" Tony asked. It was my turn to blush. "I was planning on playing safe with his friends but it just happened so quick. I guess you could have used the condoms I didn't" I said, laughing a bit after. Tony smiled and replied "I'm kinda happy we ran out of 'em. Partly because it means we fucked more times than we had condoms and part because I got to see what it was like fucking without them with someone I trust. It just makes trying out our fantasy a little harder." "Fantasy? Why?" I asked. Tony turned bright red this time. "Uh... I have a fantasy of having a few guys fuck me at once. My boyfriend thinks its hot and wants to be one of the guys. But... we can't have my boyfriend fuck me bare and insist the other guys cover up. And it's too risky to have strangers fucking me bare. We were talking about having prospective guys go to the clinic and get tested for STDs, but I think that would turn most guys off" Tony said. I understood and it seemed way too complicated to be much fun. I didn't want to tell him how good it felt to have guy after guy fuck and breed you. We talked a bit more and then started to study. Right before I was going to sleep, I pulled the plug out of my hole. Nothing dribbled out and the plug was dry. I caught Tony watching and it looked like it turned him on. It was about that time that I realized it was Stu's plug that I had just removed. I was going to have to get it back to him some time. I pulled up my shorts and headed to the bathroom to wash it off. I tried to hurry so that no one would see what I was doing when one of the seniors on the floor walked in. "Fuck, that's hot. Did he keep it in until it all soaked in?" Evan asked. I'd seen him around, mostly in the showers. He was about my height, barrel chested, muscular and very hairy. He had a thick beard and hair on most of his body, even his back. There was less there, just a few patches on the sides and a thicker one in the small of his back. "Uh, yeah. Just cleaning it up until next time" I replied. While I was embarrassed when he walked in, his one sentence told me I shouldn't be. He glanced around, making sure no one else was near and then quietly said "Been meaning to say something when I've seen you on the apps, but I'm not sure you're into cubs like me. Any time you want to seal a few of your loads in with that plug, just let me know." He gave me a grin and then headed to the urinal. I dried off the plug and went back to my room and was quickly asleep.

I'm an encourager for fat and muscular guys, but nothing turns me on quite as much as a uninhibited cumdump. So I'm wondering if I could fuze the two kinks. Cum dumps comment below, what makes you want to take as many loads as possible? What things could a guy do to make you push past your limits and take as many loads as you're offered? Do you have any trigger words that make your fuck hole hungry and insatiable? If you had an encourager how could he get you to take more loads?

Queer, isn't it, that both Father and Son are Gay? Queerer still is that the two of them have sex, and at least one of them is POZ. Daddy recently discovered he had the Bug—thought it happened on a business trip. He was taking it quite well, but hadn't told his family yet, and hadn't started Meds. Ideal candidate for a Stealth Pozzer or what? He told me about it while we were chatting after I'd fucked him with my new PA. He was hot for it, and it was my obligation to oblige. It's funny he opened up to me in more ways than one, but shut up abruptly when Son got home. I'd screwed Junior before—but never at their house. Junior recognized me immediately; and, after he got over the initial shock of seeing me with good old Dad, got a glint of Lust in those baby blues. To avoid putting Junior in harm's way, Dad had abstained from screwing him of late. Be that as it may, a guy has to look out for his interests; and I had an agenda for both Dad and Son. I got the Kid's attention by playing with myself and massaging his and Daddy's privates as we talked. It wasn't long before the Little Slut went down on me. Meanwhile I licked and fingered Daddy's Piss Slit to get him oozing once again. Pretty soon the stage was set. I moved behind the Boy and started rimming his sweet Ass while he sucked Daddy off. The Kid seemed as anxious to try out my new PA as Daddy had. I worked my Shaft in him and really started plowing his Ass—really pounding him—till telltale blotches of Blood and Shit began to polka dot my Cock. Reluctantly I turned my attention back to Daddy-O again. As I fucked Dad, I aimed his Turgid Rod at Sonny's silken Cheeks. Dad didn't buy into it at first, bucked back a lot, and almost overpowered me as I fought to keep him sandwiched between his progeny and me. Suddenly he let out a gasp; his resistance dropped to nil; and he was screwing Junior of his own volition and free will. I could tell the way his Ass Muscles clenched around my Dick, Daddy-O was getting close. To cinch the deal I whispered in his ear, "Yeah, Daddy, fuck that Ass! You know some Dude is bound to POZ his Butt. Better if it cums from you. Same Strain… same Meds.... Here’s your chance to help your Boy. Seems like you'd be savin' him a lot of grief if you were to POZ his Ass." You could see a Battle Royale in progress between Prudence and his Dick, but Fucking and gettin' Fucked simultaneously will tip the scales every time. His Ass Muscles spasmed violently as a tidal wave of Toxin spewed up the Boy's NEG Cunt. Falling victim to his own concupiscence, Daddy-O collapsed beside his Son. Maybe he was sated, but I hadn't had my fill. I rammed my Rod back in the Kid, grinding Daddy's Noxious Venom into Sonny Boy's Ass Walls—until I, too, contributed my Jizm to the Brew. Meanwhile the oblivious Young Man shot his NEG Spooge all over Dad and me. We lay together contemplating the enormity of what we'd done. While there is nothing better than breeding a NEG Cunt, converting a POZ Stud to a GIFT GIVER is a laudable pursuit. Just the possibility that Daddy may have POZZED his Faggot Son makes me want to shoot.

Just gave my load, oddly to a big 'ol bear... I had a hardon that wouldn't go away and this guy near me said he had a party going on. So I went over and there were 5 other guys. I realized a few minutes later they were camming their sex (I tried my best to keep my face off camera). They were all quite high and offered me my choice of T or G (I declined). I was about to take out my PA, but they said I should leave it in. I fucked the guy who invited me over, but just as I was about to cum he went to the bathroom to take a leak (I was probably hitting his bladder when I was fucking him). This big 'ol bear got on all 4s and said "fuck me", so I did. I tried not to cum, but just couldn't hold back. I then went back to fucking the host when he got back from the bathroom, but didn't fuck long enough to give a 2nd load.

Chapter 2. I left a little part out in my last story about Sarah taking loads from other men and us risking her getting pregnant. You know now that Sarah now gets off on taking cum in her pussy. You know that she really likes to take loads of cum when it’s her risky time of the month. She really likes for strangers to fuck her. And you know it turns us both on for me to eat cum out of her freshly fucked cunt. Anyway, it turns out that our first time sharing her might not have been the first time she had fun with other guys. Once, before we’d gotten married, we went on a holiday together. It wasn’t fancy, just a little motor lodge in the country with a nice pool and nice hiking trails throughout the area. Sarah and I needed some time off together, and we scheduled this little trip. We checked in to our motel and the handsome guy at the desk smiled and asked if we were celebrating our honeymoon. We told him we were just dating, but he offered us a free upgrade to the suite. He told us things were slow and he could bring us a gift basket in a few minutes. He told me I was a lucky guy, and I saw him practically flirt with my girlfriend as he complimented her dress. She was clearly flattered by the attention. He handed me the room key and grinned at Sarah as we turned to take our stuff to the room. I knew he was watching, and I couldn’t help but grab her curvy ass over her gauzy dress. Before the door to the lobby closed behind us, the clerk made a phone call. All I overheard was, ‘…yeah, and I’ve already given them their gift basket… You should swing by and see if…’ Sarah giggled on the way to our room, and I told her that the clerk was right. She was hot, and I was very lucky. Sarah rolled her eyes and noted the pool and hoped it would be a warm night so we could hang out there and watch the sunset before a romantic night in our room. I was looking forward to eating her wet pussy and getting one of her exquisite blowjobs. The honeymoon suite was pretty much identical to all the rooms in the brochure, but with a king-sized bed. We’d spent the night together a few times already, and we were content to keep going ‘all the way’ reserved for when we got married. Knowing this, there was no need for her to be on birth control or for us to travel with condoms. We joked about the ‘pull out method’ and she told me one day she’d let me put the tip in when it was her safe time. I asked when that might be and she told me that sadly, it certainly wasn’t right now. Seeing that big bed got me and Sarah excited for some fun times. She started changing to get dressed for dinner and there was a knock at the door. The handsome clerk was there with our ‘honeymoon’ gift basket. I only cracked the door wide enough to accept the basket, but Sarah peeked behind me to say thank you before realizing that he could see her whole beautiful body in nothing but her bra and panties. I later wondered if she did it on purpose. Sarah gasped when she made eye contact with the guy, a practical stranger. I repeated thank you, then swiftly closed the door. We both fell into giggles. The clerk was all smiles. He stood there shaking his head and licking his lips before he turned and headed back to the front office. Sarah opened the gift basket, and we enjoyed the strawberries and a bottle of champagne. We had some chocolates too. I told her that it turned me on that the clerk had ogled her body. She grinned and told me she was glad that I liked her showing off a bit. The chocolates were labeled HIS and HERS and we each grabbed two. My HIS chocolate tasted odd to me, and I couldn’t guess what flavor it was supposed to be. Sarah loved hers and said it tasted like coffee. We each had another and mine lasted less weird, but not at all like coffee. Between the champagne and showing her off to the clerk, we were both feeling horny, and I ate her out, pulling her panties aside. She was close to orgasming when the phone rang. I answered it and it was the desk clerk asking how we liked our gift basket. I thanked him kindly wishing this guy would give us some space. When I hung up and went back to pounce on Sarah to make her cum, she looked at the clock and realized we’d have to hurry make our dinner reservation. As we quickly dressed, we made plans to finish what we’d started later! We went to a fancy resort inn and had a tasty meal by candlelight. Sarah played footsie with me the whole time under the table. I wondered if our waiter could see. She was really getting into being sexy in public. I knew she was sad to leave what we started back in the room unfinished, and I was hoping I’d be up to some more fun, but I was starting to feel exhausted. I guess the stress from work was catching up with me. Dinner was lovely, but we wanted to head back to the room to be alone. We stopped by the party store on the way back and got some booze to enjoy. I was kind of tired, so Sarah drove the rest of the way back to the motel. We put half of the beers in the bathroom sink, filled with ice, and went outside to watch the sunset by the pool. We cracked open some beers and were having a lovely evening. Once the sun went down, we had another couple of beers and got, well, frisky. I was already in swim trunks, and she was in a two-piece bikini hidden under a see-through robe. She dropped the robe and asked if I wanted her to take off more. I was feeling sexy and relaxed, but also a little sleepy. Her coffee chocolates must have kicked in because she was wide awake and surprisingly horny. I looked around and there only seemed to be a few rooms with lights on and no traffic coming and going. She asked if it would turn me on to see her topless outside, where anyone could see her tits, perhaps even the desk clerk. I confessed the thought would indeed turn me on. She asked me how much and I showed her my tenting crotch. She grinned and reached around to take off her top. She couldn’t get the clasp herself, so she asked me to help her. She backed up to me, and I undid the clip. As I did, a station wagon drove into the parking lot. She was mortified as her breasts sprang into view. I cupped them with my hands and the driver, a man next to his wife, saw me groping her ample bare breasts. The man’s eyes flashed as big as saucers and then right back to normal as if he hadn’t seen my girlfriend’s tits. The man went to the front desk and checked in as Sarah dove into the pool. I was left there cracking up, holding her bikini top. Sarah was a little tipsy, and embarrassed that she, well, I, had bared her chest to a total stranger. I tossed her suit top her way, and dove in, splashing around and telling her it was totally fine and that even if he had seen her tits, it was only for a second. Plus, we didn’t know the guy and would never see him again. She blushed and knew I was right. She asked if she could tell me a secret, and I said, ‘of course. You can tell me anything.’ She blushed again and whispered in my ear that it turned her on to know that another man had seen in only underwear, and another man had seen her bare tits tonight. I knew she was telling the truth because her nipples were fully hard and pressing through the thin fabric of her suit as she put her top back on. I flicked my fingers against her hard nipples reminding her that she was the sexiest woman I knew. She giggled and asked if I’d go grab a few beers from the room, so I hopped out, stifling a yawn, and toweled off. The crotch of my shorts bulged with my hardening cock. Just as I reached our room, I saw the man come out of his room, alone, fully dressed, and headed over to the pool. I thought for a moment about going back right then so I could apologize for exposing my girlfriend to him. But I knew right where the beer was, and I could grab it in just a moment. I reached for the keys and realized I didn’t have them on me. I went back over and got to Sarah just as the man did. He greeted us warmly and introduced himself. His name was Mike and asked if we were married. We chatted and let him know that we were only dating. He told us to enjoy each other and knew we’d have a beautiful family one day. As he said it, Mike’s eyes traced over Sarah’s mostly visible body. He said he’d head in in a bit but wanted to give his wife a moment to herself after putting his own family to bed. He explained that they were local but liked to have a little ‘staycation’ from time to time. The man walked back to his room with a smile on his face, and I figured he’d gotten an eyeful and would go back to their room and cuddle with his wife. She asked about another beer, and I asked Sarah if she had the room key. We realized that it had been in my swimsuit pocket and now, after dark, it was likely at the bottom of the pool. I kicked myself for being so stupid and headed to the front desk. The attendant didn’t have a duplicate, so offered to let me back in before his shift ended. He followed me back to the room, and eyed Sarah, still in the heated pool treading water as he walked back across the parking lot. I returned with the beers, sure to keep the room door propped open so we could get back in. After we opened the next round of beers, I was feeling nearly done but Sarah wanted to swim a few laps as I started to doze. At some point, Mike came back outside. He had stripped down to white underwear and a tank top with a room towel tossed over his shoulder. He sat next to the pool and dangled his legs in the water making small talk with Sarah as I sat on a lounge chair, nodding off and feeling the chilly night air. I wanted to call it a night, especially as this stranger was not fully clothed as he chatted up my girlfriend, but I felt like I was glued to the lounge chair. I saw Sarah looking up at the man and chatting. I heard him say that he’d forgotten his suit and hoped that it was ok. She didn’t seem to mind and pointed out that he had more clothes on that she did. I thought it was kind of hot that this man had seen Sarah’s bare chest, and now she could see the outline of his cock through his underwear. From where I was sitting, it looked plump. I was a little stiff knowing that Sarah could see the man’s crotch too, but I was falling asleep and too tired to move. Images of them splashing together swirled in my head. Mike must have hopped in and when he got out, his underwear had gone see-through, and I could clearly see his impressive dick and balls even from where I was sitting. About this time, I must have fallen totally asleep on the lounge chair. Poor Sarah told me later that she’d noticed I was out and had to ask Mike, who was ready for some more swimming, to help me get to the room. The next morning, Sarah told me I was great last night. I knew I’d fallen asleep horny but was surprised that I had been able to perform at all and I couldn’t remember a thing. Over coffee from the little pot in the room, I asked her what we did last night. She spread her legs and she was super creamy down there. She told me she was wet just thinking about it. Her pussy was red and puffy, her pubic hair matted with cream. I eagerly went down on her and lapped up her juices as they oozed out of her slit and trickled down my throat. My face was covered in her cum before I looked around the room and saw it in disarray. Her bathing suit was over a chair, there were beer cans everywhere, and the sheets were barely hanging onto the king-sized bed. We’d clearly had a fun night. She clutched the back of my head as she rode my tongue to orgasm. It wasn’t until after we’d gotten into sharing her with other men that she told me what really happened that night. To be continued…

Part 7 Stu: My texts started to get more frequent with Danny. He was really horny after he got over the flu and had checked out most the haunts I told him about. Some were gone but a few new ones had taken their place. He didn't want to try any of the outdoor cruising spots I used to love to go to, but he seemed to be having great luck with app and website hookups. The only thing he complained about was that he was unable to find a top to fuck him, so my dick had been the only one he'd taken. When I told him that a few of my friends and I had gotten tickets for a home football game in a couple weeks, Danny got really excited. I told him to keep the weekend free since I'd gotten a ticket for him too and was planning on him spending the weekend with us. My friends were almost as excited to finally get their dicks in Danny, whether he was poz or neg. Ben lasted longer than I expected. The flu hit him just over a month after my first fuck with him. He was bedridden for a week and I had to tap a few of the locals to fill in. Unfortunately, by the time he was healthy, our trip down to State for the football game was coming up. I almost brought him along as a fuck toy, but I wanted the attention to be on Danny. We showed up on Friday night and had two adjoining rooms for myself and four friends. Gio and I took one room and Steve, Tomas and Javier took the other. All of us had gone to State together and we met in the old bathhouse there. We were all versatile, unmedicated poz guys. While we may have all graduated from State still negative, it wasn't for our lack of trying. We all caught the bug after we graduated and moved back to the city. A few guys at our favorite bathhouse in the city had christened us the "Viral Posse" and we left long list of freshly infected guys in our wake. Once we checked into the hotel, I texted Danny the room number and he was there in just over thirty minutes. He looked better than I remembered and the subtle changes he'd made definitely improved his look. The pair of chunky, black round earrings looked good and were a lot nicer than the small diamond studs I expected. The longer hair gave him an edgier appearance. It was the clothes that put it all together. The tee fit tight and the low cut jeans accented his bulge and ass. Of course, his clothes didn't stay on very long. None of our clothes stayed on very long. Danny left his jockstrap on, I think to show that his cock was off limits and he wanted dick in his ass to make up not getting fucked since he left home. Cock went into his mouth first and for the next half hour he was on his knees, taking turns on five very stiff cocks. The next few hours had him stuffed at both ends by a rotating pair of guys. "You popped him this summer?" Gio asked and I nodded back. "He's a natural cumdump then. He's been takin dick for over two hours and he is still workin his ass to get more dick and cum" Gio added. "Yeah, he's an eager slut but I think most of it is pent up desire to get fucked. He's just been topping since he got down here. As quickly as he picked up bottoming, I bet he's a great top too. Hopefully he's already knocked up a few" I replied quietly. "If you didn't tag him before, he'll have a bug or three after this weekend. We've already dumped five loads in him and it isn't even 10pm." -- Danny: My roommate Tony commented about how excited I was. He got excited too when he found out he would have the room to himself until Sunday afternoon. Ever since Tony outed himself we would give each other a couple hours to fool around with other guys, but never a day and a half. He helped me find some more flattering clothes to wear even though I knew I'd be naked most of the time Stu and I were in the hotel room. "Gotta make a good first impression" he said. I swapped out the silver hoop earrings I usually wore for some black dumbbell ones. I guessed that Tony's ass would be as sore as mine after his new boyfriend got done with him. I packed a bag with only a few things - shorts and tee for the game, a spare tee, toothbrush, condoms and lube. Stu had shown up with four of his friends who had seen the pictures we'd taken during the summer. As I expected, I was naked within ten minutes of getting through the door. Well, almost naked - I didn't have time to take my jockstrap off before getting pushed to my knees. I had a cock in my mouth seconds after that. I'd sucked some cock at the adult book store, but never more than one at a time. Now I had five hard cocks in front of me. I'd suck a guy until someone would yank on my hair and pull me to the next cock. I really liked being used like this and each of the cocks was different. One was so thick that I had trouble opening my mouth wide enough without scraping my teeth on the cock. That guy must have been used to it since he fucked my face and ignored any time my teeth caught on the taut skin. Stu was the one that tugged me over to the bed pushed his cock in me. I was happy that I'd put some lube in before I got there since he didn't rim me at all. He just spit on my hole and shoved in. I wasn't really ready and it hurt at first, but after five minutes it was just like all those other times he'd fucked me. One of his friends started to feed me his cock and I ended up with a cock in each end. My mind was overloaded with all of the sensations but I enjoyed every second. Stu slammed in and I felt his cock throb and I knew I'd taken his cum yet again. The guy plowing my face, pulled out and took Stu's spot. He slid into my cum filled hole easily and then another cock pushed into my mouth. I panicked a little as soon as the second guy started to fuck me. While I trusted Stu, I had never met his friends before and expected them to use a condom. I remembered one of the guys I fucked talking about a treatment to prevent one of the STIs, but I had never gone to the clinic to start it. One by one each of the guys would fuck my mouth and then fuck my ass. If Stu hadn't been there I would have been scared to do something like this, but it felt good and I knew he wouldn't let anyone get too crazy. I also didn't want to disappoint Stu. When the last guy pulled his cock out of my ass, I was pretty tired, sore and leaking a mix of five different guys' cum. I collapsed on the bed for a few minutes while everyone stood around talking. I heard a few of the guys laugh and then Stu pushed a plug into my aching hole, just like he did back home. I rolled over and sat up and someone handed me a beer. We sat around talking and drinking a while and I looked over all of the guys. Every one of them had some tattoos, two had the same scorpion that Stu had painted on the wall in his basement playroom and one had a biohazard symbol, like I'd seen in some of the science labs at school. Javier had the strangest tattoos. One side had a religious theme with images of a cross, a rosary, and Jesus while the other side had a grim reaper, a scythe, skulls and snakes. I kind of liked the scorpion one since it was simple and I thought I might be able to use the rest of Stu's gift certificate to get one like it. One of the other guys took my spot on the bed and said "Can't let Stu's pup have all the fun." I didn't understand the pup reference, but I figured it was some gay thing I hadn't learned yet. -- Stu: Once we finished up with one round of breeding Danny, we relaxed a bit, killing off a twelve pack plus a few more. I saw Danny looking around at each of my friends. He was quiet and I was worried that we'd taken him way past his limit. At least he didn't bolt for the door as soon as I'd stuffed a plug in his ass. Once everyone had recovered from the earlier fuck-a-thon, Tomas climbed on the bed and was the bottom for our next round. Danny looked really hot fucking Tomas and my earlier thoughts about his topping abilities turned out to be true. Being the only one that hadn't cum earlier, he lasted the longest and dumped the biggest load. We took another break and about three in the morning the three other guys went to their room to crash and Danny, Gio and I passed out in mine. Gio made up some stupid story about winning the coin toss, so Danny got to sleep with him that night and I'd get him the next night. Danny bought the story and I'm sure spent most of the night with a thick cock replacing the plug and leaking a bug or three into him. I woke in the morning to the sound of Danny sucking Gio off. He was on his knees, bobbing on the shaft and in the perfect position to spit roast. By the time I moved from my bed to the other, my cock was hard as rock and leaking pre. I climbed behind him and spread his butt apart. The ring looked bruised but that wasn't going to stop me. I spit on it and brought my cock to the hole. He groaned loudly when I pushed in, making Gio grin and move his hands to the back of Danny's head. The hole felt pretty dry and I figured that all of our DNA was now absorbed into his body. It didn't take long before I was drilling him and as hard as he was sucking Gio, his ass was working my cock. I was surprised at how quickly Danny had picked up being a multitasking bottom and keeping the guys at both ends happy. A few minutes later the guys from the other room came in to watch. They were all stroking while I drilled and Gio started to face fuck Danny. My balls were aching which made me pound harder until a few minutes later I was dumping another load into Danny's greedy cunt. My body was still trembling and I was panting when Javier pushed me away. He stuffed his cock into the freshly bred hole and started at level 8 on his way to 11. Danny was grunting with each thrust until Gio's cock plowed into his throat. Javier was muttering things in a mixture of English and Spanish. From what Spanish I knew, the English phrases were less crude than the Spanish ones. "Puta toxico" seemed to be his favorite and he said it numerous times until he slammed in and pumped another virus filled load into Danny's guts. Tomas was next and he fucked a lot slower than Javier. Each thrust was hard, generating a loud thud as his body slammed into Danny's ass. I watched closely and Danny got Gio's cock fully stuffed into his throat on one thrust while Gio held him there until the next thrust from Tomas. Then he'd let him up and start all over. I looked at my watch and realized we didn't have a lot of time left. I tapped at my watch and Steve understood immediately. Steve glanced back and forth before pushing Javier over the side of the bed and jamming his cock in. I guessed that there was already a load or two inside since Javier just moaned while Steve pumped his cock in and out. They were two very different fucks, Steve drilling at a quick pace and Tomas still slow and hard. Tomas was the first to cum, shortly followed by Gio and then Steve. As the guys slowly pulled away from each other I was curious to see Danny's expression. The grin on his face told it all but just to confirm he said "Fuck! That was so hot. I thought I was in a porn flick!" I'd watched Steve video a part of it and knew from experience that it wouldn't take long for him to post it, so Danny's comment was spot on. The other guys headed to their room to shower and get ready for the game and I spied Danny stuffing the plug back into his ass. -- Danny: I woke up to Gio pushing his cock back into my hole. It had slipped out sometime during the night and the cum must have leaked out since my hole was now empty. I rolled over before moving between his legs and sucking his cock. I was going to just get it covered in spit and then ride him but Stu woke up and quickly had his cock in my sore hole. It was hot having Stu fucking me again, but I really liked feeling each of the other two guys who took turns on my ass that morning. Each one felt different and each guy fucked differently too. My ass was really sore, but there was no way I was going to ask them to stop. I spent the whole time with Gio's cock in my mouth while the other guys took turns fucking me. While Stu fucked me like he used to do, the next two guys were much harder. One just pounded me until he came. Each time he pushed in, Gio's cock stabbed into my throat. At first I gagged a bit, but once I realized it was only going to be in a half second, I would just let it squeeze in. Gio's bush was tickling my nose and at one point I laughed a bit. The guy that fucked me after Stu was really verbal while he fucked. It was a mixture of English and Spanish, I think. He told me that I was a pig, a slut and a cumdump but also that I had a great pussy and he loved fucking my ass. I have no idea what he said in Spanish, but I guessed it was the same since one word I'd heard before and thought it meant slut. It kind of prepared me for the next guy. He fucked much slower, but that made Gio's cock stay in my throat longer too. I couldn't believe how long I was able to stay down. Initially, Gio was holding my head down but when he saw that I was staying down on my own he let up. His precum had a weird taste, but I was learning that each guy tasted different. When the third guy came inside me I shot my own load on to the bed. A few seconds later, Gio started cumming and I tried to swallow as fast as I could. I heard a pair of moans to my right and realized that there were two guys fucking there too. The whole scene reminded me of some of the porn flicks I'd seen. My taste in porn had changed so much since those first days after Stu had suggested I watch some to see what I liked. Most of the ones I watched now were what was called bareback. I had no clue why, but they turned me on since there was never a condom on any of the guys. The ones I liked most were where they shot their cum inside the bottom too. I knew that I liked the feeling of cum inside my ass. Last night I found out that I liked cumming inside a guy when I too was filled with a few loads. We showered and headed over to the stadium for a little tailgating before the game. I had never done it before and it was a lot of fun. Since the weather was good, most guys were shirtless and some even had painted their chests the school colors. Stu's friends were a lot of fun and we were joking around. All of us were just in cargo shorts and either sneakers or sandals. I saw a couple guys move between the cars and open the doors. One guy, Tomas I think his name was, motioned for me to come over. I had no idea what they wanted, but as soon as I got over there I found myself on my knees. They had even put a towel down on the ground for me to kneel on. The open car doors shielded us from people seeing what we were doing, but I was still nervous. Two cocks were poking out of their unzipped shorts. It was clear what they wanted but I thought it was too risky. The three beers I had already drunk gave me enough confidence to stay and blow these guys. A hand pulled me to one cock and I started to suck. Not wanting to get caught, I sucked quickly and it didn't take long before I was rewarded with a nice load of cum in my mouth. A few minutes later I had the other guy's cum sliding down my throat and I stood up. When I got to the back of the cars, Stu was starting to put things away. "Almost game time" he said. A second later he added "Looks like you're having fun tailgating" and I blushed knowing he had seen me suck his friends. The crowd was moving down the aisles of the parking lot as the last of the coolers got put into the car. I had just finished my fourth beer when I spotted one of the guys I'd hooked up with a few times. Well, more than a few. I fucked him almost every day for couple weeks before he just disappeared. I didn't know his name, only his profile - fratboibtm. I was surprised when he stopped and said "Hi" to me. "Hey! Long time!" he said as we gave each other a bro hug. "Sorry about ghosting. I got this really bad flu and was out for over a week. Finally feelin good again so let's hookup soon" he continued. The guy gave me a wink and a smile before running to catch up with his friends. "Friend of yours?" Stu asked. "Kinda. More like a hookup. We fucked several times and then he disappeared. He told me he got a bad flu and that's why. I hope it wasn't the one I had and I gave it to him" I replied.

A person who had the same passion for topping as they do for bottoming would most likely list as 'versatile', not 'versatile bottom'. 'Versatile bottom', to me, suggests "I prefer to bottom, it's what I like, but I've been known to top sometimes and don't necessarily object to doing it." So I don't see much to call out here.

As I’m walking… See is running down the inside of my brand-new jeans. I need a new clothes because I didn’t go shopping during the pandemic. So I went downtown to get a new pair of jeans. As I was exiting the clothier, I happen to pull up to Sniffies. Immediately I was pinged fire hot otter. he was only two blocks away. And I’ve had dick on the brain for so long I can’t remember. A quick exchange, and I was on my way. I got to his hotel in less than five minutes. A minute later I was in his room. He pushed me to my knees dropped his pants and I was mad with 7 inches of beautiful thick Manmeet. I got right to work. A good minute or two of sloppy him, and he was pushing me around leading me back on the bed. I wasn’t even really clean. I had warmed him and he didn’t care. I needed his cum. There wasn’t a lot of ceremony. I looked back and in he went. God it was great! I needed it so bad. Apparently he’d been jacking or edging for a long time. I don’t think he lasted five minutes. For me, it felt like years as I savored every plunge of his dick. I needed his cum so bad . I fell him moan. I looked back and watched him smile as his head tilted back. Knowing I have done that was so powerful. It’s a drug. He drove home… deep. I milked him and he came. And I felt him… Twitch… Twitch… beautiful. He pulled out of me without ceremony. I had returned to my hungry cum slut ways. I got dressed. I’m such a giddy slut right now.

Perhaps not strictly MPreg, but the idea of being fucked and filled by so many guys that I'm full to bursting with cum is a huge turn on of mine!

I walked by the old Watergarden bathhouse (in San Jose, California) on Thursday. Demolition has started. Each time I walked by over the past year, it was sad to see the front doors boarded up and a digit missing from the address sign. Now, even the glass blocks beside the doors are gone. An excavator was parked on the former pool deck. Let's hope someone sets up a commemorative plaque, maybe a few doors down at the Billy de Frank LGBTQ community center. It's especially important to remember gay spaces in suburban areas, where people had few places to go and where local opposition must have been fierce.

Chapter 20 He pulled out and told the Pig to keep it in as long as he could. He also said “ I want your ass in the basement tonight “. The other guy added “ If you do, You’re going to have a great time tonight “. After the guys left the Pig straightened up. He was dizzy and was really high. He found that standing up meant he couldn’t keep that chempiss mix in his ass so he bent over again to help keep it in. He was hooked and wanted more of this great feeling. What he didn’t know was that he had a small audience watching the action and when he bent over a guy took that as an invitation to get fucked again. He walked u and with no words shoved his cock in the stretched nasty hole. Theis was a shock to the Pig snice he didn’t know anyone else was in there. The guy’s cock wasn’t as big and felt good except for the fact that it was working that mixture into a froth of cum, piss and the chems he had taken that way. The pressure was intense as it was being forced deeper into his body. He cold swear he could tase the vial mixture. The guy wasn’t going to last long and he said “ Hear comes my gift to you”. He started shooting his cum into the pig. When he was done has asked if anyone else wanted to add to the nasty mix. He added that it felt like he was really full inside. A guy stepped up and said “ Sure, hold him, lets see how deep in can get “. A couple sets of hands seems to come from no where and held the pig bent over. He felt a strange feeing at his hole. He knew it was the guy’s cock but didn’t know what was on it. He had felt a pierced cock going in his ass before and knew it was a cock but couldn’t grasp what was on it. the guy said “ I am going to get your ass ready for tonight, It will be your birthday. The Pig thought it was strange since his birthday was months away. The guy started pushing his cock up the Pig’s ass. The Pig could feel it being rougher than any cock he had up him. The guy was sawing in and out of him with a normal rhythm. The cock was getting to the point of pain when someone put a bottle under his nose and said to inhale. He figured it was poppers and took a deep hit and held it. all of a sudden his world seemed to collapse and he thought he was going to pass out. He wasn’t sure what was in the bottle but if it was poppers it had to be the strongest he ever felt. The guys on each side were actually holding him up. When he came back a little he discovered his ass was burning. The guy pulled out and said that the pig wasn’t going to get his cum until he went down stairs. The guys helped the pig up and all that mess stared hooting out of his ass. It burnt but felt good to get the pressure out of his insides. The Pig leaned against the shower wall and let the warm water run over his back and down his legs, There was and ran between his feet so anything that came out of him was washed not the drain. He pulled his cheeks apart and felt a cool feeling in his hole. He reached back expecting it to be sore and strangely enough it wasn’t sore at all. For all he just went thru he actually felt great. He couldn’t remember when he felt this good. Super horny but relaxed at the same time. He walked down the hall toward his room and ran into the guy that he had met at his room earlier in the day. The guy pulled him into his room and closed the door. He bent the Pig over to check on the progress of the Pig’s conversion. He saw that his ass was bright red and probably would be getting sore. Didn’t want the soreness to stop the Pig from fulfilling his destiny as a full blown Chemed up fagot Pig that by the end of the night would be carrying more forms of HIV, STI, STDs and any other nasty bugs a person could get. The guy was already down in the basement looking for the Pig and saw several guy that he recognized from a clinic that delt with patients that were infected with strands that no meds would help. He knew these guys would figure this was fresh untainted meat and would go after him. He also knew that they had a reputation for drugging their victims and turning them out on the streets to get anything up their asses or down their throats. Before he led the pig downstairs he put some cooling water based lube up the Pig’s ass. The Pig said that feels really good and asked for more. The guy said “ Just a little for now Pig “. With that he led the Pig out of his room and down the hall to the stairs for the next phase of the Pig’s education.

This is where it's helpful for bottoms to set realistic expectations. A darkroom scene in real life is not going to be the same as the parade of TIM gangbang scenes we all watch in the privacy of our own homes. Let's be honest...we bottoms all want our "Dawson fantasy" (I doubt I'll need to explain what that means). But the realities are that you'll never truly be in a situation with that kind of lopsided top-to-bottom ratio in favour of tops. The tops also aren't getting paid to fuck and breed me to ensure that I'm the one actually getting bred in the end. I also generally focus less on the load during a fuck these days...sure, I may want it, but it's more about getting you there. If a top is giving me an amazing fuck, I don't want him to stop. And certainly don't want him to cum too fast. If that means he has to leave me for a bit; that's fine. If he comes back for more, even better!

oh hell yea bro i feel so close to him when his dick is up my ass. oh man so do i. i've never been so happy. it gets me excited when he tells me how nice and bubbly and smooth my ass is. i bet he can't wait to fuck me. i really start smiling when im bending over and he rubs the tip of his penis on my ass. and then finally i squeeze out and his dick pops inside. mmmm omg. im so mad i didn't do this years ago. makes me feel so sexy and wanted when he pounds me face down and he's clapping my cheeks. the entire act is heaven for me. i love being filled up. i love how his dick gets hard as a rock when he's close to having an orgasm inside me. just holding me down and filling me up with cum. fuck im obsessed with that. just keep your dick in me dammit and cuddle and stay hard until you cum again baby

I always tell a top how good his cock feels fucking me and how good it tastes because all cocks feel and taste good!

exactly so you always keep your top feeling good

The best sex comes through communication, we're all there for a good time right?

Great lead in to a HOT story bud, looking forward to reading more.

Got poz by accident (my carelessness) and so the deed was done and so no point worrying so much- I do still don’t want hep c though.

I've been in two long-term relationships with Poz people, the first for six months circa 2000, and my current relationship, which is almost 8 years strong! In 2000, it was just becoming common for people to start combination therapy and have an undetectable viral load. The research establishing that undetectable means untransmissible had not begun, no HIV drugs were approved for prevention (HIV PrEP did not exist), and only emergency preventive measures were available (HIV PEP or post-exposure prophylaxis, which at that time was typically used for occupational exposures like needle sticks, though in San Francisco I could have received it if I'd asked, after a high-risk sexual encounter). My answer to the question is yes, I'd be in a long-term relationship with a Poz person. That's true today, and it was true 22 years ago. Back in 2000, my boyfriend and I went through a very large number of condoms in the time we were together. I did fuck him bare three times. He felt guilty about it, but we both acknowledged that those were the hottest of about 100 fucks over the course of our relationship. The sheer pleasure of fucking him skin-to-skin, and filling him with my load outweighed any worry that I might have had. I regret using condoms at all in our relationship, and if I could do it over again, I would not have used them. I don't say that in hindsight, knowing now that U=U and that there was no risk, but because natural, bare, barrier-free fucking is what I want with people I love.

Been chatting with someone on here who's fairly close. He had to be in my area for an appointment so made plans for him to come over. Had a great time exploring and breeding each other. Hope to do it again.

Cleanout is the first order of business when I serve, and if it isn’t complete, there is no service. It’s as simple as that. I consider an ‘accident’ a grave and shaming lapse in my duty, and I will not let it happen if I can prevent it. My anus is a dual-purpose orifice, but the two functions must be kept absolutely separate if I am to truly accept that it is part of my natural sexual biology. I am a man who has a cunt. I treat it as a cunt, care for it as a cunt, and encourage its use as a cunt. To try to allow it to serve the other purpose simultaneously would be to dilute my purpose.

Marry me you dirty whore.

This is kinda fascinating to me because i have experienced where a Man was really into penetrating with something other than His cock, and it was as if it was a part of Him. The same dildo in the hands of a Man who is connected to what He is doing vs one who is not there and mechanical, is very different. i've experienced the same with fingers, mouth, hand... and i know You get this. i know i'm in a minority of bottoms who do not get into using a dildo on myself or self penetrating in some way. i used to. i started putting things inside my hole when i was 7, but somewhere along the way, my imagination and fantasy were no longer enough to fuel my need/desire to be penetrated by a Man. It has to have the real energy of a Man anymore, otherwise it feels sort of fake and empty for me. Almost like cheating, if that makes any sense lol. If i am not sharing my lust with a Man, it's just not the same.

Smokers are a turn on for me

I’m only interested in total bottoms, not guys hedging their bets

Chapter 19 The guy behind him said “ Tastes like this Pig has already had something up his chute “ . the other guy said I wondered they way he was walking and sweating. They suggested they go to the showers to get rinsed off. This sounded great to the Pig. He was really hot and very horny in a relaxed way. They waked down to the showers passing other guys that looked at the Pig in the middle and smiled. The Pig thought that this was a really friendly place. Once in the shower the guy that was sucking him said “ I need to get my cock sucked “. He added “ Since I sucked yours. Think you could return the favor ? ”. The Pig knelt down and started doing his best to get the cock in his mouth. It was longer than he though but he was determined to do this. At the same time the other guy began playing with his ass. The guy in his mouth stopped him and told him to hold still. He grabbed the back of the Pig’s head and all at once cut loose with a load of piss. The Pig started to back off then he tasted the foul taste but he was unable to get away. He choked on it but stared to swallow it. It was either that or suffocate. When the guy pulled out he held the Pig bent over an the one that was rimming him started pushing his cock up the Pig’s ass. It hurt a little but would not go in. The Pig desperately wanted something in his ass. The guy pulled back and then started pushing in again. This time he got most of his cock in the Pig’s ass and began rocking back and forth. This really felt great to the Pig and he began to moan in delight. The one guy said “ I think this Pig is enjoying this “. The one in his ass said “ Lets see if he enjoys this “. With that he stopped moving. The pig thought it was over but didn’t want it to end. He felt a warm feeling deep inside him and it was growing. It was a very pleasant feeling and he realized the guy was emptying his bladder in him. The pig felt slightly bloated but not at all uncomfortable he actually was growing to like this new sensation. The guy pulled out but kept the pig bent over, the other guy moved to the back of the Pig and placed his hard cock against the Pig’s hole. The Piss in the Pig’s guts was begging to feel funny, a combination of good and bloated to the point it wanted out. He didn’t have long to concentrate on that as the cock that was pressed against his hole was now plunging into his ass. It was bigger than the last cock and was pushing the piss in his guts deeper. There was pressure deep inside him and he was getting dizzy from being bent over or was it something else. He could feel and hear the gurgling in his bowels as the cock went deeper and worked the mix into is ass. He was sure everyone could hear the noises his ass was making. The guy in his ass said “ You feel that nasty mix in your guts “? The pig simply replied “ Yes “. The guy said “ Yeah. I have been hitting Tina all afternoon and my buddy loves coke “. “ I figure you have a really strong cocktail in your bowels about now “. With that he stared fucking harder and was about to deliver a hot load into the new cunt bent over in front of him. He yelled “ Take my nasty load you Pig “. He crammed his cock deep in the Pig and he could feel the familiar throbs of a cock exploding in his soaking ass. He pulled out and told the Pig to keep it in as long as he could. He also said “ I want your ass in the basement tonight “. The other guy added “ If you do, You’re going to have a great time tonight “.

This is a good point. Another factor affecting the supply of used condoms is gentrification. There are fewer and fewer outdoor cruising or "parking" spots. Are people still finding used condoms in adult video arcades? My perception (and I could be wrong!) is that even more closeted and/or cheating sex goes on in arcades than in bathhouses, potentially increasing condom usage. Not that I condone condom usage in and of itself! If condoms must be used, at least those warm, gooey, fertile, nutrient-rich random loads get saved, for insertion into willing bottoms before I add my own load.

Was a guy this hot this ripped really using me? Me? For an Alpha like him I should be just average but maybe just for tonight I wasn’t. His dick needed a hole and mine was the one he chose. Alpha’s choice, always. Damn, look what I caught! A muscled Daddy. I knew I’d do anything to please him. Yet fear was present with every stroke. This was not allowed. I’d barely ever taken a raw cock, and only from a boyfriend several years prior. My generation was educated. We knew better. In the 90s no one rode raw (right?) and certainly not me. But here I was I was loving it and could not say no. Time lost. I was lost. Absent. Man using His hole. And by now he was REALLY loosing it. Drilling me. But that meant one thing. Through my haze of pleasure and consciousness one thought continued to rise up “you know better than let him cum I’m you.” Raw for a bit was one thing but I wasn’t nuts. “Uh, Sir? Time for a condom?” I said meekly with a whimper. “There will be plenty of time for that boy, I’m just getting us warmed up”. And with that he flipped me over, pushed my knees back and fell on top of me. His 9” Daddy Dick funding a new access and he got what felt like 2” deeper. His rough face against my lips he started tongue fucking my throat. I could taste my ass on him. His five o’clock shadow tearing my soft skin. He mangled my mouth. This Man knew how to kiss and fuck. He was very experienced which both excited and terrified me. Well used men in the 90s were to be feared not fucked. My type “knew better” but here I was unable to stop a raw assault at 330am. He had me where he wanted me, and I couldn’t ever say no. My assault continued as I noticed a ceiling mirror. My furry legs spread wide inviting this lean schredded Dad to raw dog my hole. I fully let go grabbed his ripped v-shaped muscled back I wrapped my legs around him my ankles pressing his hips deeper. His sweat ran off him coating me, my cock my balls, running down between us further sweat lubing my ass. This man was good. As his ass destruction continued, my shock took over a bit. I was being near cock raped bareback by a stranger, and he was old enough to be my father. Had I learned nothing? Between my own moans I was able to whisper into his ear “Sir, um, Sir….. uh….. please….. uh……. please don’t……. uh……… cum in me, uh…… I…… I…… can’t…..” as his assault on took new heights of pounding. He whispered back “too late kid” as he feverishly drove deeper and faster. In moments my ass started convulsing… it was vibrating and tightening around his dick. Hot waves of energy rushed up and down me my ass became something it had never been before. My pleasure was unreal, separate from his cock beating. With my ass tensing my cock leaked like a faucet but without an orgasm. My balls released the pleasure was all in my ass chute. Dad said suddenly “that’s it kid, a fuckin ass orgasm on your — FATHERS — COCK — HERE — COMES — MY — SECOND — LOAD ! ! ! !“ And he lost it, arching his back, jerking up onto his heels he pulled me with him and started POUNDING and SCREAMING with EVERY THRUST. “TAKE MY LOAD SON ! ! !” He yelled as he jerked and trembled and gasped.

Chapter 3 Dad reached around me and opened the door. I let him walk out first and I followed suddenly feeling very exposed in the small towel and nothing else. I had to adjust to the dark a little again and I rationalized as we walked that people wouldnt get a good enough look at us to know that we were father and son. But my brain was on overdrive trying to process this night and how I got there that I didnt realize I wasnt paying attention to where we were going until I felt dad grab my shoulder and ask me, "You with me Coop?" I focused and just nodded. "Yeah dad. Sorry." Dad looked at me and took a deep breath. "Did I rush you? Would you rather settle yourself in the room and then go out when youre ready?" I didnt know how to respond and I realized I never would have made it five minutes in here if I had been alone. "I dont really know dad...I..." I couldnt explain what I was feeling. A mix of excitement and fear and the after effects of the shock of being here with him. "Oh I'm sorry Coop." Dad put his arm around me. "Let's go back to the room and you can take your time. I don't know what I was rushing us out for. Come on." I could feel the heat of his body as he held me to his side. What dad couldn't have known at the time is how much it turned me on whenever a guy put his arm around me like he was doing. I think it was always the feeling that another guy wanted to be close to me even if it wasnt sexual for him. It felt intimate and that was what I was looking for with another guy. And even though this time it was my dad I could still feel that same stir in my cock that I always felt. Before it got embarrassing he pulled his arm back so that we werent taking up too much space in the narrow hallway. Overall, it seemed to be a pretty quiet night, but as we walked back we went down a couple of halls that had more guys walking around on their own. There were a couple I noticed and one who I made eye contact with. A guy who looked like he was in his 30s with a hot body. Nothing was said but I felt the electricity of his look and the fear that gripped me almost immediately. It made me glad to be with dad so I could just say I was following someone else. If he stopped me I wouldnt know what I would have said. Dad was right. I was probably too nervous to make tonight what I fantasized it would be so being here for the first time with someone I knew was probably the best thing that could happen. But nothing did happen with the stranger in the hall even though he locked eyes with me the entire time. We all just kept walking opposite ways. I think dad was focused on getting us to his room. He didnt even seem to notice any of the other guys we passed on the way. Finally we were back to the room and we went inside. I sat on the bed and he shut the door. This time he was the one leaning against the door. He looked at me and I couldnt read the expression on his face. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yeah sorry dad." "What are you sorry for? There's nothing to be sorry for. You seem nervous. Is it me? Is it something else?" I shook my head. "I dont know. I mean actually I think its everything really." Dad nodded. "Would you rather I left?" "No dad stay. I'm actually glad Im not here alone." The look that came across dads face was relief. "Ok Coop but you can always change your mind ok? Just say the word and I'll go home." "No its fine dad. Really." Dad came and sat on the bed with me. Pretty quickly the silence in the room became awkward. Out of that awkwardness came my courage. "Hey dad? So if youre here every Thursday what do you do?" Dad was silent long enough that I thought he was just going to pretend that he didnt hear me and Id either have to ask again or just forget about it. But once we entered awkward silent phase two, dad spoke. "I guess it really depends on who ends up here when Im here. Sometimes theres no one here and I just....entertain myself. Sometimes I watch some guys fool around and then sometimes I hook up with one or two guys myself and someone else watches." "Someones always watching?" "No not always but a lot of guys will at least stop to check it out." "So then should I go so you can have your fun instead of managing my anxiety?" "No no its fine Coop. Im glad I was here. Like you said its a lot easier to be here with someone you know." "Thanks dad." He tossled my hair like he would when we saw each other when I was a kid. "I know I havent been there for you much Coop. Im not gonna ditch you now. I promise." But that silence fell on the room again. I had no idea what to do next and it didnt seem like dad did either. Suddenly he sat up at the edge of the bed. "Coop. I am going to propose something but I dont want you to feel forced or anything so you tell me exactly how you feel ok?" I had no idea where this was going but anything to get us out of this silence would be great. "I get nervous at places like this too. Just like you. And sometimes I need something to give me a boost to get out there and do what I came here for. Do you think youd want to try it?" "Uh sure I guess if you want." "Theres one thing." Dad had already been talking low but he went down to a whisper now. "Its not exactly legal and Im not supposed to really have it here. We could get kicked out so we have to be quiet about it ok?" Now I was really curious. What illegal stuff was my dad doing? "Uh sure. What is it?" Dad reached under the bed and got his work bag. He reached in and pulled out a glass pipe and a small bag of what looked like chunks of crystal like shapes. I watched in silence as he filled the pipe with what was in the bag. He put the small bag back and pulled out a torch lighter. "Im going to take a couple hits Coop and if you want you can too. No pressure but for me it acts like a little push when Im anxious ok?" I nodded and just watched in fascination as he lit the pipe with the torch and waited for smoke to begin to form in the pipe and then find its way through the hole in the top. Thats when dad took his first hit and then his second, both times exhaling a massive cloud. "Wow dad" I said after the second hit. The clouds he blew out definitely peaked my interest. "Yeah you wanna try?" I figured this couldnt be too bad to try if dad was doing it. He must have been able to tell that I wanted to try because without having to say a word, dad put the pipe up to my mouth and lit it with the lighter again. "Hold on and wait until you see the smoke ok? Yeah now is good. Yup, just like that. Good, a little more. Ok now hold it in." I tried to do what I saw him do and held it before releasing it through my mouth and nose but I got in my head that I would hold it longer than he did. It wasnt a competition but I wanted to impress him. When it felt like it was time, I exhaled. "Nice Coop. One more." I repeated the hit and even tried to take in a little more from the pipe this time. The second cloud was bigger. "Nice" dad said again. "Lets give you one more and we'll take a break ok?" I just nodded. We went through the same steps again and I tried to beat the first two hits again. I released the hit but couldnt tell if it was the biggest. At that moment it didnt matter because the hits were taking hold of my body and my mind. There was a tingling running through me and I could even feel a stirring in my brain like the hits were opening something in my mind that was being released. Dad put the pipe and torch down on the table in the room in a bowl that held condoms and packets of lube. As he leaned back onto the bed I noticed that his towel was tenting. I dont know what I looked like when he turned back to me but something had changed. "Yeah Coop. Feels good doesnt it?" "Yeah dad. It does. You too?" I was staring straight at his crotch covered poorly by his towel. "Sure does Coop. Pretty good stuff I got. We'll do more in a minute." I nodded and then closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall as I let the hits continue to buzz through me. "Damn Coop guess that really worked huh?" I opened my eyes to see dad with a big grin on his face and thats when I realized that somehow without knowing I had opened my towel and began stroking my cock. "Oh shit. Sorry dad." At the same time I was apologizing I didnt want to let go of my cock. It had never felt so good to stroke my cock before. But dad didnt seem to mind what he was seeing. "No Coop. Youre good. Mind if I join in?" Dad pulled open his towel and I saw his hard cock for the first time. Thicker and longer than mine. It stood straight up as he grabbed it and began stroking it. I had never seen a mans hard cock this close and it happened to be my dads. He spread his legs a little bit further apart and his knee rested on mine. When our knees touched we both looked over to the other and our eyes met. "This ok Coop? We can stop if you want." I could tell he meant it. This was a weird time to understand it, but this was probably the first time I really believed that dad loved me. He was really looking out for me, he wanted my first experience to be a good one. "Yeah dad. Its ok. Its good." Dads smile got bigger but there was also something in his eye that almost looked sinister. Thats when he sat up again and grabbed the pipe and torch. "Up for a couple more?" I pulled myself to the edge of the bed next to him to indicate that I was. This time we both each did three hits but alternated. The tingling and buzzing or whatever it was only got more intense and the last hit I took felt like it went straight to my cock. I leaned back down on the bed stroking with my legs spread and my feet on the ground. Dad put the pipe and torch back into the little bowl but before he laid back next to me he stayed at the edge and looked me up and down. He put one hand on my thigh and I shivered. "Damn Coop. Looks like its working doesnt it?" His hand began rubbing my thigh slowly. "Yeah dad I think so. Feels pretty good." "Good Coop. Good. Looking good..." I tilted my head back again and closed my eyes enjoying this first high of my life. Suddenly my eyes flew open as I felt the sensation of my dads hand wrapped around my rigid cock.

"oh you didn't say anything and i didn't wear one." he acted like he was being completely sincere and reasonable knowing he'd just bred a married guy. "you know that was my first time being fucked?" I rolled onto my side on the bed. i could feel that my ass was slick with cum and lube. he looked at my hard cock. "well i guess you're a cumslut then" i paused about 10 beats. a bead of precum ran down my shaft. i laughed. "oh fuck i guess i am." "you want some more?" the truth is, i did. i slid my hand back and pushed 2 fingers into my cummy hole. god i felt giddy being a slut. i knew about poppers from the nasty porn i would watch in secret on redtube but i couldnt believe how amazingly it worked. a man had fucked my hole for his pleasure. he hadnt bothered mentioning that he was penetrating me without a condom, correctly surmising that i wanted him to fuck me bare. i wanted it again. "heck yeah, can you fuck again so fast?" he swung his bedroom door open. "any of ya'll want to fuck this trick?" three heads turned to me and saw me make a completely shocked face. im not sure how i managed to still find myself shocked, but there we were. one of the guys smirked and turned back to the tv. the other two got up. they were both in their mid 40s to 50s i guess. sleazy gay guys like Wil, apparently. they came in the room and the door swung closed. i sat up on the bed and stuck my hand out. "im ____." "miller." "ted." introductions having been made, miller pushed me on my back, spread my legs and slid his middle finger inside me. "jesus, wil, where'd you find him." "over at ____.... he was there with his wife." "i bet he was." miller was wearing a long-sleeve tshirt and jeans. i was 6' and figured he was maybe 5'9 at the outside. like wil he had a lot of tattoos. but he was cleanshaven with a boring haircut and didn't read as super gay like wil. i pulled my legs apart as i lay on the bed. he pushed his ring finger in, too, and finger fucked me. i was suddenly embarrassed to realize i was pushing back on his fingers. "do you want another load in your ass?" "yes" he dropped his pants--completely shaved--and took off his shirt. he climbed on the bed and slid a pillow under my ass. "jerk off" "what?" "jerk off" i jerked my cock as he rubbed his against my hole. i rubbed precum all over my cock but resisted the urge to cum. miller rubbed my cock until i shot a massive load on my stomach. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Courtney was at home. I was here with my legs spread and my stomach spattered with my own semen. miller approached and pressed his penis in my asshole. i was well lubed but this was also the second penis that had ever fucked me. miller rubbed my load over my skin. his cock felt impossibly huge inside me. I could feel as the glans of his penis slipped out of my sphincter and then he slid in what seemed impossibly deep. he repeated this deep stroke and i felt frankly defeated. it wasnt fair to stop him, but my mind was mostly on courtney and how we could get past this. i realized this was a dominating fucking style and unfortunately realized i was getting turned on again. why did i want it like this? why did i want miller to ejaculate in me? he slipped out accidentally when he was pounding me and i stopped him from going back inside immediately. "go easy on me. im tight." "sure bud sorry." he offered me the poppers and then slid back inside, i lost track of the specifics but felt like the world's greatest cumslut ready to take the next load. i grabbed his ass and held him deep in me. i was buzzing. i wanted his semen. my phone buzzed. shit. "where are you?"

here is the first part of the story, from the archives of the old bugshare: Father and Son Disclaimer: This story is presented as written by an unknown author and may have a basis in fact or may be totally fictional. Nothing herein is meant to suggest that anyone, under any circumstances, participate in, or solicit from, sex with anyone under the legal Age of Consent for Homosexual Acts in any jurisdiction. I had the most incredible sex last weekend. If it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it. I was about to leave work last Friday and decided to check online to see if there was anything worth fucking. I checked the local chat room and found several prospects, one of whom caught my eye. He was my type: mid-40s; 6'3"; 225; ex-football player; hairy chest and butt; 7 inches. He wanted to play and get fucked before his wife and son got home. Only thing was—he didn't have a pic. That usually constitutes an automatic "No No." But I was I was feeling extra horny and decided to swing by. Was I in for a surprise! Contrary to my expectations, he was much better-looking than he'd described—a brick shithouse with a muscular build, furry chest, mustache, and a day's worth of facial growth—a hot looking Daddy to be sure! He answered the door dressed only in shorts and ready to play, escorted me to the couch, got me a beer, and almost tore off my clothes! While he went down on me, I flicked his Nips, and felt my way down to his Shaft—not as long as mine but definitely a Keeper. I reached behind to his hairy Ass. His furry Butt seemed to tremble as I explored his Anus. I lubed a couple of fingers with spit and pushed in to see how receptive he'd be to fucking. The Dude seemed hungry enough. I sunk my fingers in to the knuckle. When he came up for air, I raised his cumly legs to my shoulders, and spit on his Mancunt to make it more hospitable. Just as I was about to take the plunge, he suggested I wear a Condom. Now what's the sense of that? I told him to try and take my Cock first since he hadn't been fucked in ages. I slowly let my bare Cock slide up his Ass, and—Boy—did he wiggle and squirm! I started off slowly to let him get adjusted and hungrier for more. Works every time. Get 'em used to you before you start bruisin' and abusin'. Once he was primed, I went in for the Kill—pounded his Hole like he there was no tomorrow. He loved submitting to a guy bigger than he. You could tell he had been yearning to let his Bottom Side hang out. The closer I got, the more impudent my thrusts, till I blew my Charged Load. The idea of breeding this married Dude on own couch sent me over the edge. He felt me spasm and clenched up to stop me. That never works. He asked me if I'd Cum? "Yes," I nodded. He seemed OK with that, no doubt ASSuming I was NEG. I wrapped my lips around his Rod; and seconds later his hot, creamy Load slid down my throat. We settled back onto the couch with our beers, and he said his son would soon be home. As I dressed, he remarked, crestfallen, that he'd hoped I'd stick around. "Won't that be awkward for your Boy?" "No. I'd like to see you fuck him" I was floored, but the suggestion got me rock hard. In walked the Kid in shorts and tee, sweaty from the gym. At 19, he was drop-dead gorgeous—6', 200, chiseled face and bod, dark hair, and slight body hair. You could tell he shaved more than his face or he'd have been a Man's Man like his Dad. Dad introduced us and called him over. I tried to zip up, but Dad positioned Junior over my Crotch and told him suck my Meat. A little shy at first, he did as he was told. Daddy helped peel off his sweaty underwear. Nice Cock on Junior, too—longer than his Dad's—but not as thick. His Ass was a perfect Bubble Butt, and you could tell one place he didn't shave—thick and furry—like his Old Man. After he'd scarfed Dad's Ass Juices off my Cock (little did he suspect where It'd been a few moments before), Dad turned his progeny around, confronting me with the sweetest "Virgin" Rosebud (any Pussy that is NEG is "Virgin" to me). I'd plied his Mancunt same as I'd done his Dad, but figured I didn't have to beat around the bush, so I went in for the Kill. The Kid was a bit taken aback when I plowed my diseased Shaft up his Ass in one abrading thrust, but Dad had obviously tutored the Boy well and reassured him it was okay. "Just let the Nice Man fuck you, P.J," was his phraseology. I wasn't gonna last long with the Kid, so when I was ready to shoot I gave his Dad a wink and released my POZ Jizm deep inside P.J's NEG Gut. Likewise Daddy shot what may have been the last NEG Load of his Queer Career down Junior's throat. After we finished, we let the Youth sit down, and I went down on him as Daddy jerked him into my waiting mouth. As I dressed I told them what a hot time I'd had and how I'd like to do it again someday soon. Daddy walked me to the door as P.J. sat there fucked and filled and smiling from ear to ear. I gave him my number, and he told me he'd call me the next time wifey was out of town. Glancing at Junior, I replied I'd really like that. What I really meant was, how incredibly hot it would be to POZ both Dad and Son and, indirectly, Mommy, too!

A couple of weeks ago, I developed a skin rash, no doubt because I’d been cycling my ass off trying to get in the best shape of my life before the cruise and the swimwear modeling stint. So while I looked good, my skin was in need of a little care and feeding. When oral antibiotics didn’t work, I needed to check in to the hospital just for the night so they could do IV drugs. It was no big deal. They even gave me the celebrity suite all to myself with a huge walk in shower. It might as well be the Four Seasons. I didn’t even bother to get into a hospital gown. Just slipped off my clothes down to my boxers, let them plug me in, and turned on some ball games. I must have dozed off because when I woke up there was someone checking my IVs. Once the haze lifted, I noticed he was stunning. Ridiculously hot. Porn star hot. And underneath those hospital sweats, it looked like he had a body to match. When he realized I was awake, he said, “I’m your night nurse. Just checking to see how it’s going.” Then he proceeded to take my vitals. I was so glad there was a blanket over me so he couldn’t see the tent creeping up in my boxers. He smiled and left and I wished to god my right hand wasn’t stuck with an IV so I could jack off right there. But I tried to settle and get back to the TV. I was about to doze off when the door opened and he walked back in with some juice. “What’s that,” I asked? “Your doctor wanted to boost the meds with this. It’ll make you a little drowsy so don’t be surprised if you nod off.” “No worries” as I gulped it down and he took off. About ten minutes later, things started to get a little wonky. I wasn’t able to see the tv that clearly so I turned it off. I figured this was the “drowsy” part so I just laid back and let it wash over me as I went into this dream-state. Or at least I thought it was a dream. Next thing I know, my nurse is standing at the end of the bed with a big smile on his face. I look around and the curtains were drawn and the door locked. I also noticed that both my hands were tied to the bed. As I glanced back to his face, he said, “if you’re good and quiet, there won’t need to be a gag. Besides, they are used to screams on this floor all night long.” I had no idea what he meant, although I admit I wasn’t sure this was even real so I didn’t say a word. Then I saw him pull up a syringe, walk over and put it into my IV. As he depressed the plunger, he said I should take some deep breaths and just relax. I felt the warm tingle go up my arm and then up into my throat and my tongue started to tingle. I felt short of breath so I let out a cough, which worried me and I got anxious. “That’s completely normal. Here, try some more juice.” As I drank it, I felt that tingle move down my body and my pelvis start to surge up as my asshole began to throb and kagel. I went from dreamy to alert to horned out of my mind. As I lay there, strapped to the bed, I watched him pull the IV out and put a band-aid on. Then he proceeded to pull my covers down and look at my tight, ripped, lean body. He seemed to nod in approval as he muttered, “They are going to love this.” I watched as he picked up my boxer shorts and noticed I was flaccid, which made no sense since all I could think about was pulling my dick and coming. Next thing I know, he’s got another syringe and points it towards my cock. “You might want to look the other way, but I promise, it’ll be painless.” He lied. I felt a sharp prick as I watched, completely shocked and horrified, as he stuck the needle in my penis. It was over in seconds and I could feel more tingling happening there. He cradled my cock in his hand for a second and looked up at me and chuckled. My eyes must have been like saucers. Then I noticed my cock was growing in his hand and growing and growing. He treated it like a newborn pup, just before he put it in his mouth. He took it out and said “mmm, salty pre-cum, then leaned over and put his tongue in my mouth.” I tasted it as well. And my mouth and tongue went crazy for his as my pelvis began thrusting up and down begging for attention. I was about to vibrate out of the bed when there was a slight knock on the door. He turned and smiled and said, “Just wait. You’re gonna be very happy tonight.” He unlocked the door and in walked two more guys in hospital sweats, just as hot as he was. One looked older, grey haired, very masculine…the other was Latino with warm buttery skin and this wry grin on his face. They took one look at me and said to my nurse, “Damn, you hit the jackpot.” At this point, I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I admit every fantasy imaginable ran through my mind. I watched as all three guys wrapped a tourniquet around their arms and pulled out orange pointed syringes like the one that went into my IV. They were so relaxed as they each punctured the skin, drew back this swirling rush of red blood, then proceeded to count down, 3, 2, 1 push. As they each pulled out their needle and ripped off their armbands, I saw my nurse let out a little cough. He smiled and said “I gave myself a little extra…just to make sure tonight is special with this one.” The others laughed and then they turned and looked at me. I felt like carrion in the desert about to be eaten by vultures. What happened next was even harder to describe as they proceeded to take off their sweats, revealing these muscular, perfect bodies…and fully erect large penises. The latin guy’s was hooded, which I love, literally leaking pre-cum. They then walked over, took off my boxers and proceeded to start sucking my cock, fingering my hole, touching my body and kissing me. It felt like an electric current was running through my body. My nurse was the first to climb on the bed, lift my legs, and thrust his cock in me. I assume it was due to all his pre-cum because my ass was already wet. He had no problem getting inside when he moaned in pleasure before starting to build rhythm. The other two were touching each other and playing with their asses and cocks while they watched as my nurse start to build up steam. “What do you say I plant some seed for you guys?” “Hell yeah, let’s load him up.” I watched as his face began to turn flush, his rhythm increased, as he thrust it into me. Then he let out this grunt sound and practically tore my second backdoor open as I could feel him ejaculating into my cavity. I even felt the vein on his cock throbbing, as he kept ejaculating. He lay on top of me for a second, covered in sweat, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. Then he pulled his cock out, jumped off the bed, walked over and fed it to me. It was literally dripping in cum. The other two proceeded to laugh and I heard the word “flip?” I assumed it was to see who would fuck me next but instead, they untied me, put me on all fours horizontally and as one guy shoved his cock down my throat, the other guy mounted me from behind. They were laughing and moaning and I could hear the sloppy sound of cum being churned in and out of my hole. Next thing I hear is “you ready?” “Let’s do it.” They both sped up their motions and, amazingly, I felt a gush of cum down my throat and in my ass simultaneously. I was in heaven. They proceeded to put me in every position possible in the room. They even got me in the shower where I was able to feel their amazing skin and touch their bodies all over. Suddenly they pushed me down. I thought I was supposed to suck them all off but they held my head back as they each began to pee on me. I admit, I was so whacked out, I even opened my mouth and drank some of it. Sounds disgusting now but in the moment, it made me even hornier. Their tee smelled odd, making me think that I must have gotten even higher off of it. Before the sun came up, I had been used in every hole and every position by every guy and then showered off, put back in my boxers and laid back in bed. I was blissed-out with a huge grin on my face as I watched them get their scrubs back on and walk out. My nurse came over, put in a new IV and hooked me up to the machine. He pulled out another needle and put it in my IV fluid and said, “Here, this’ll help you sleep it off until mid-afternoon. Oh, I’ll let your doc know you’re going to need to stay another night to get more IV meds.” All I could do was smile and nod as I watched him walk out of the room and my eyes slowly closed. I woke up with the sun blazing through my window. In walked my day nurse, Leilani, from the day before. She took one look at me and said, “you must have had quite a night. You’ve slept all morning. Didn’t even wake up for your vitals.” Groggily I said, “Oh, I dreamt all night. Lots of tossing and turning. “ She seemed a little confused but just nodded as she walked out. All I could think of was how long before the Night Shift?

The Glastonbury Swim Team 1. Drake’s Wet I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college. Any story that begins: I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college, you just know at some point is going to turn into some Stephen King, fifty shades of crazy, tale of terror. Well, this one’s no exception, just not in a Stephen King sort of way. Banana pajama pants crazy, yes, but not a horror story, well, whore story, yeah, that’d be about right. I’m Kyle Dupree. Hi. How are you? My stats, to start, because that’s what I had to fill out on my college application: nineteen (I was held back one year before they diagnosed me with ADHD because it’s hard for me to pay attention for any long stretches of time, but I’m not dumb, quite the opposite), five ten, one forty-five. “Beanpole,” Jacob calls me. Jacob’s one of the quicker wits in our trailer park. He’s dating my mom and he’s nice enough to her, so there’s that. Hair: brown, short, spikey. Eyes: yes, I have them. Okay, my mom says they’re the color of freshly cooked maple. What she means is that they’re amber brown with little specks of gold in the right light. Nationality: you want them all? Alright, application sez: Native American, Belgian, Polish, German, Dutch, English and French Canadian. In other words a garden variety New England mutt. I put them in that order since I thought I’d have a better chance at getting a scholarship. I was right. If you want to know the truth, though, I should’ve put them in the exact reverse order, because I’m mostly French Canadian, eh, but if it’s good enough for Elizabeth Warren (the Abenaki people in my case—and I am damn proud of that, one sixteenth proud) it’s good enough for me. For those of you taking notes for a guaranteed A+ History paper (and you should), the indigenous Abenaki people covered a huge swath of Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine and have been here for like twelve thousand years. The one tattoo I have is a dream catcher, that was before everyone and their lesbian sister got one. But mine was one of the first. I got it from Dash, who’s this old biker dude who lives in the second trailer from the park entrance, three down from our double-wide, at his kitchen table. I bartered for it, smoked some clouds with him, then let him diddle me on his couch before he picked up his tattoo gun and went at my ribcage in his kitchen. He’d been giving me blow jobs since I can’t remember, but this once I let him finger my hole while he sucked my dick, which the way he did it felt weird—like in, out, in, out, real fast—but still kinda felt good, but I’d rather it wasn’t Dash, but I let him do me anyway like that till I spurted in his craggily-face mouth of his. Other stats that weren’t on my application—because if you’re any kind of perv like me you’d want to know: seven and a half inches, uncut, smooth but with dark hairy legs, swimmer’s build (obviously) and short black pubes that I clip, dark wispy pits, and a little bit of dark peach fuzz on my tailbone that eases down the road between two perfectly shaped round, white boulders. See, I knew you’d want to know. So anyway, like I was saying, Dash got up to his second knuckle of his middle finger in my butthole. I acted like that was crazy deep, but I’d taken big cucumbers way deeper than that since dinosaurs roamed, I just didn’t tell him. Or anyone else, like when mom, Jacob and I were eating our dinner salad with a freshly sliced aforementioned cucumber. Washed, of course. My mom’s a nurse at the county hospital so there were a lot of anatomy books around the house when I was growing up, and I was a curious kid. I was fascinated by the human body, mine and others. Most of the kids in Cozy Meadows, our little trailer park in the sticks, weren’t allowed to play with me after a certain age because I not only played doctor with them, I played specialist: urologist, gynecologist, proctologist, you name it, I became an expert in the field. I didn’t really care that I was shunned in Cozy Meadows. I’d seen what I wanted to see, felt what I wanted to touch. I moved on. Cozy Meadows was close to this lake and for most of the year I’d swim endlessly, taking Waldo, our family’s chocolate lab, with me. He and I would swim across the lake to the side where all these older men used to hang out, sunning naked on a pebbly beach. Waldo was both a good way to break the ice with these old guys—never was any younger guys my age—and at the same time, if I didn’t want to talk to one of them, Waldo kinda sense it and would give a low grumble, and they’d high tailed it. So anyway, I got to know a fair number of these men, and them me. I was technically a virgin when I left home, technically—I liked getting my dick sucked and I didn’t mind returning the favor, but I didn’t like anyone touching my butthole. That was my domain. Dash was probably the only human that had gotten finger deep. Cucumbers and zucchinis fared much better. The school where I got my swimming scholarship was about two hours away from us. Jacob, who lived at the end of the cul-de-sac but was always at our house, drove me in his old rusty red Ford pickup, Waldo in the back with my one suitcase, and my mom scrunched between me and the gear shift. It’s a hot day as we drive down out of the mountains to the flatlands; the temperature rises another ten degrees by the time we hit the college town. Mom’s trying not to cry. Close to the school we pass a circus setting up in a grocery store parking lot. “Look, honey,” she says to me, “a carnival,” but she loses it when we pass through the school gates, and her misty-eyes turn to real silent tears. I get out of the truck in front of my dorm and grab my suitcase. Waldo tries to get out of the truck but I push him back behind the tailgate. He just looks at me and doesn’t know why he can’t go with me. I give him a big hug, my mom, too, and shake Jacob’s hand but, at the last minute, he pulls me in and gives me a big ol’ Jacob bear hug. And then they drive off, exhaust spewing black smoke out the tailpipe, Waldo shouting out barks from the back of the rusty Ford. My forehead’s sweating from the late summer day, and I look up at Hannaford Hall, this six-story, ugly beige cinderblock monstrosity, and spot the top floor where I’ll be living for the next school year. I almost didn’t get in at the start of the school year because I’m a fuckup when it comes to paperwork and deadlines, and rules in general. I was supposed to get some meningitis shot but I forgot, but my mom pulled strings at work and got me a shot the week school started. I got the form filled but I missed all that first days orientation shit. ‘Plunge into the deep end and see if you come up’ has always been my way. I was already in trouble with the coach because the swim team warmups started a week before school did. Anyway, I’m used to being a fuck up and feel like I’m always in trouble anyway, so what the fuck. They weren’t going to take away the scholarship from me. The only sticking point was that I had to try out for a slot on the water polo team. Swim season was in the spring, water polo in the fall. I didn’t know from fuck what water polo was. Sound ritzy, Jacob said at dinner while I was looking over my financial papers, doubt it’s a game for folks like us. Anyway, across the street there’s a nicer dorm. Hannaford Hall looks like some backwoods bunker hospital but Avery Beckwith Hall looks like something that exploded out of an architect’s brain. All angles of metal and glass, overhanging study rooms, electric sliding glass doors. Everyone there, I read in the school’s brochure, lives in five bedroom suites, but it was for the richer kids. Lot of them had their own room. Then there were the townhouses down the road at the school’s gates, but they were for upper classmen. Some of them housed twenty-one year-olds so they could legally have alcohol, but what did I care, I had a jar of gen-u-ine Micky-G’s moonshine in an old glass jar that Micky-G had given me himself as a going-away-to-college present; and some mighty pure crystal from Dash, the biker-tattoo artist, my finger-pumping mentor; and homegrown weed from Jasper, who was Jacob’s younger brother that lived in the backwoods in an honest-to-god teepee and farmed the best pot around, well, good for Vermont I guess. His farm was patrolled by these fuckin’ huge-ass geese who were nasty motherfuckers if they didn’t know you. Even if they did know you, you always had to keep your eye on where they were. Both Waldo and I more than once had them sneak up on us. Getting goosed by a goose is not my idea of fun. Anyway, he gave me a nice supply of his best buds. And then while I was packing, Jacob slipped me a carton of reds, which was very cool of him, ‘cause I know he’d catch grief if my mom found out. I told you she was a nurse. And me on a swimming scholarship. But that’s Cozy Meadows in a nutshell. We don’t think too much about the future. We concentrate on the pleasures of the now. So I walk in the entrance, push aside these heavy-ass metal glass doors, and inside it’s really air-conditioned cool. There’s this guy with a name tag that says Raf, a good-looking dark-skinned guy, who checks out my paperwork, sees I’m on a swim scholarship like him. He gives me a swipe card for the door, a crooked smile, and tells me I’m on the top floor with a guy name Drake Chadwick. We get to talking and I find out Raf’s the goalkeeper on the water polo team and a R.A., which means resident assistant, meaning free board and room. He’s like a concierge, he says. I tell him I have no fuckin’ clue to what that is. He says if I want something just ask. Cool. He’s a junior, polysci major. I tell him I’m a freshman, majoring in English I think. He says most of the swim team are sophomores, and live across at Avery Beckwith Hall. A couple juniors and seniors live together in one of the townhouses. He says he’ll introduce me to some of the team at dinner. Raf has a funny way of talking, like English is his second language or something. Well, it’s time for me to go up and meet ol’ Drake Chadwick. Raf and I shake hands, and I go up in the elevator. But I got to tell you, I get kinda nervous in elevators. I’m not used to them, see. You’re in this tiny cage and that kind of freaks me out. So my hearts beating, and six dings later I’m on my floor. The hallway’s hot and stuffy. I’m holding my swipe card in my sweaty palm walking down the hall looking for 6G. It’s at the end of the hall and I put in my card and it clicks and I push open the door, and there’s Mr. Drake Chadwick on his bed, holding a Maxim in one hand and jacking his big banana cock in the other. Just as I come in he’s spitting a huge load of dick juice all over his magazine and himself. He tries to stifle a fuck! then flails around with his jeans down around his ankles trying to get them up, struggling to not look like a spaz, but I’m sorry, it’s funny, and I start laughing hysterically. He has this totally embarrassed, humiliated look on his face, sees it’s hopeless to remedy the situation, and rolls over to his side hiding his face against the cinderblock wall and kinda starts groaning, pained, but chuckling. I close the door so no one else sees this, and I stand there admiring his perfect, white bubble butt that’s on its side jiggling in an embarrassed snigger. A nice light brown fuzz of butt hair outlines these two muscly white, perfect cannonballs. He can’t look over at me yet. He’s just staying there, tucked to the wall. He reaches up and takes his pillow and pulls it over his head. I find that I am suddenly in love with good ol’ Drake Chadwick. I want to go over and either kiss that big round ass of his or smack it. Maybe I’ll do both. All I know is I want it, wanna stick my tongue in letting it butterfly between his fuzzy crack, but I feel introductions are necessary first. “I’m Kyle,” I tell him, “and you must be Drake. My friend Jacob says you never get a second chance to make a first impression. And I gotta say, dude,” I tell him while I’m setting my suitcase on the empty bed, “you have made one hell of a first impression. Can’t think how to top it.” He finally flips over giving me another sight of his big wanger and low hangers, struggling to get his underwear over his still hard cock and Donkey Kong balls, carefully zipping up his fly so he doesn’t catch himself. Man, the bulge is still showing through his khaki shorts, I see. That eggplant ain’t going nowhere anytime soon. He sits up in bed, pulls down his black Mario Brothers t-shirt over his chest, which was pulled up while he was whacking. Sitting on the bed’s edge, I realize what a beefcake ol’ Drake Chadwick is. He’s this very pretty, very big boy, six foot something hunched on his bed, big feet wiggling in flip-flops, innocent looking face, wide lips breaking into a shy smile, a mop of golden brown hair, with large fluffy brows arching up asking for forgiveness or at least understanding. Come to the wrong place, bub. He’s got this cuddly teddy bear face that should have little black buttons for eyes but instead are dark chocolate brown, and cheeks that are all ruddy red like he’s been crying or just ran a marathon. I go over to extend my hand and he extends his. He doesn’t see it yet, but there’s a jiggling pool of cum slopped on the crook between his thumb and forefinger. I grab his fist and tightly embrace it. I bring that crook up to my mouth, angling it so he sees his wad’s just about to drip off the side. I stick out my tongue, let the spooge fall in, and audibly slurp it up. Two can play at first impressions. *** Drake tells me on the way to the cafeteria that he’s a second year. He worked all summer but didn’t have the bucks to afford Avery Beckwith with the other guys. Besides, he says, he’s found of cinderblock. I meet most of team already sitting around the table in the cafeteria as Drake and I bring our food trays over. Raf’s there eating a heaping of vegetables and rice, while everyone else is either scarfing down Sloppy Joes or cheeseburgers. Drake makes introductions around the table as we settle in: Kenworth Paxton (head nod), Marlon Reznor (head nod), Tommy Durkheim—“hi,” he squeaks—Trent van der Haus—“just House,” House says, reaching over the table to shake—and Steve Reynold. Steve Reynolds looks up from his phone for a nanosecond and then goes back down. I say, hey, to the table. I’ve already forgotten their names. “So, Dupree, you-you-you trying out for water polo to-to-to-tomorrow?” Paxton stutters horribly next to me. He’s blondish, my size, wide shoulders, prominent chin, and has three deep nasty looking scars on his left cheek. He blinks his eyes forcefully to get out a whole sentence. “Yeah,” I tell him. “Don’t know if water polo is my game, but I’m a fast swimmer.” Then this Marlon Reznor guy, who has a scruffy little chin beard, says with a heavy southern drawl that’s so thick it’s almost comical, “What’s y’alls event?” Reznor’s a little shorter than me, bulkier, and like Paxton, has sandy blond hair. In fact, everyone at the table except for Raf and Drake is somewhere on the blond spectrum. Aside from Raf, I’m by far the darkest at the table, then Drake, and then you could easily confuse Paxton, Reznor, Durkheim, House, and Reynolds as all being the same guy: all blondish hair, broad shoulders, high cheekbones, straight pearly teeth, tan, and privileged. Raf hasn’t said a word. He just sits quietly eating his veggies, studying all the blonds, quizzically. Looks at me that way, too. I can’t tell if he’s like Middle Eastern or Black; could be both. He’s got extremely buzzed black hair, big brown eyes, a broad nose with flaring nostrils, and thick dark lips that occasionally flash an absurdist’s smile when he thinks no one is looking. He’s around the same size as everyone around the table but has huge hands, whose fingers reach out and twirl the straw in his ice tea. “Dunno what my event is. Coach’ll have to tell me.” I chow down on my first burger. “No pool where I come from. School was a one room deal and that was it,” I say chewing at Reznor. He and Paxton look at me kinda pitifully, which pisses me off, but I just grin, gnawing some curly fries on my molars. “Hey, it was great. I had the same teacher, Mrs. Duckworth, from kindergarten to twelfth grade.” My teacher’s name makes the guys laugh, but it doesn’t faze me. “There was a lake I swam in, but we also had this quarry where this stoner guy, Jasper, taught me diving from off the cliffs.” I gobble down a few more curly fries. “First time I tried out for anything was here at this college. My mom’s boyfriend pushed me and I said why not. Coach said I was a natural but needed a lot of training. But what do I know?” I say and finish my first of three burger. I see Steve Reynolds, who’s in shorts and wearing a Glastonbury College sweatshirt, its hoodie pulled over his head, text something in his phone, and then a second later Reznor’s reading something on his. Reznor types something back. They both exchange a sly grin. Jerks. Suddenly there’s two large hand clasping my shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze. “How you men getting along?” Speaking of coach, Coach Brandon had snuck up behind me, the one who said I was a natural, and was kneading my taut shoulders muscles, quizzing the table. “These knuckleheads giving you a hard time?’ They all snicker. “Nah,” I say back over my shoulder, picking up a couple of fries and scarfing them down. “Just the usual poking and seeing what’s under my skirt.” I gotta tell you, I’m trying to act as casual as I can, but coach rubbing my shoulders like this is giving my pecker a little stir, especially when I look up in his face. He looks around forty, has on a tight fitting blue sweater, hugging these enormous pecs and massive shoulders. The sweater’s color sets off his fluorescent blue eyes. He’s bigger and fitter than any of these bozos, still has a slim waist, salt and pepper hair, big blue eyes—I guess I said that—he could like be the dad of any of these guys. Well, I guess not Raf. Well, on second thought, seeing as how they both share this same lopsided smile, maybe they could be related. Raf brightens when he sees coach. “Kyle was schooled in a one-room schoolhouse, just like I was," Raf informs coach. I look at Raf surprised. “Yeah?” I say. “Where?” “Botswana.” I’m taken aback. I’ve never met anyone from another country, and I have no idea where Botswana is. “A little game reserve on the Kalahari Desert,” he says. “An area called Deception Valley.” “Deception Valley, eh? No shit? I love it,” I say sipping my diet coke. Coach is still hanging onto my shoulders. If he doesn’t stop massaging me soon I’m not responsible for the stiffy percolating in my jeans. “Hey, Rafiki,” Reznor says, “y’all went to a little red schoolhouse like Dupree?” The others giggle. I interject, “Well, mine was actually a little brown schoolhouse.” “Mine was a brown grass hut,” Raf retorts. We exchange conspirator’s smiles. “A game reserve. For real, Raf?” Drake says. “I knew about Botswana, but I didn’t know about the game reserve.” “Yes. I grew up with families of giraffes, and cheetahs, prides of lions,” says Raf. He looks pointedly at Reznor. “Jackals.” The guys all laugh. Reznor puts on a sarcastic sneer. “Hyenas, too, I bet.” He looks at the guys who were laughing and are now back chewing their burgers. “Play nice, men,” Coach Brandon scolds. “Listen: I want you to hit the sack early tonight. Seven a.m. tryouts tomorrow and I want you all locked and loaded when you arrive. Got it?” He looks around the table meaningfully. “Locked and loaded.” All the guys look down guilty-like for no reason I can make out. They all nod sheepishly. I glance up at coach who gives me a wink, and he’s off. Swear to God, he packs a lot in one wink. I sip to the bottom of my soda until it makes a loud empty gurgle. I ask the guys, “So what’s he mean by ‘locked and loaded’?” There’s a long pause, until Tommy Durkheim, the youngest of the group, peeps, “We all have to wear these…” “If you make the cut,” interrupts Trent van der Haus, taunting in his rich baritone, “you’ll find out soon enough. But you got to make the cut first, Dupree.” He’s the blondest on the table’s spectrum. His green eyes sparkle like a cat’s. The guys all look at each other covertly. “O-kay,” I say nonplussed, curious but not willing to show it. I look to Drake and Raj for their input, but they’ve clammed up too. “I’m getting another diet soda. Anyone else want a refill.” There’s a cloud over the table now. “O-kay then, just one diet coke.” I get up. Tommy breaks the silence. “Diet cokes makes you gay,” he says looking up quickly at me, then back down at the table. I guess I’m looking at him quizzically, because he adds quickly, “That’s what Reznor says.” Renzor rolls his eyes. “I didn’t say diet coke makes you gay, dick-wipe. I said it makes y’all look gay.” “Hmm,” I say considering the statement while I scan the table nodding my head. Tommy’s studying something interesting in the catsup on his plate. Renzor looking at me challengingly. Paxton and van der Haus are looking at me expectantly. Steve Reynolds head’s down under his hoodie, texting away. Raf’s sitting back stirring his tea with his straw. Drake is caught mid-chew, and has one eyebrow raised at me. “’Funny,” I finally say, “‘cause I was gay a long time before I drank my first diet coke.” Steve Reynolds stops texting and looks up. I leave the silent table behind for the soda machine. When I get back everyone’s gone. I’m not too surprised. I slurp on my soda playing with a second plate of fries. I scan the almost-empty cafeteria. There’s some overweight girls with multi-colored hair in one of the booths, each one quietly texting on their phones. A few tables away, two nerdy guys in matching black-rimmed glasses stare and occasionally type into their laptops. The older lady cafeteria workers in hairnets and white smocks are clearing salt and pepper shakers, refilling napkin dispensers, and wiping down tables. Some of the lights around the serving trays are being switched off. It’s quiet except for the steely stream of cold air coming out of the AC vents, and an occasional “oh my god” coming from the booth of multi-colored hair girls. I take out my flip phone, the one my mom gave me today as a present. I bring up the only number I have stored besides hers and Jacob’s. u there? I type. I get back, yes. I think about Jasper, the goose guy. I think about his weed in my suitcase. 420? I type. There’s a pause, then yes pops on the screen along with a smiley face. I’m a little sad, this being my first night not living at home anymore. Knowing Waldo won’t be sleeping on my bed. A little scared, too, if you want to know the goddamn truth. But the biggest thing, more than anything else I’m feeling? I’m very, very horney. I type in: can i suck ur dick? There’s a really long pause. I’m waiting, finishing my drink. One of the nerds at the other table closes his laptop and reaches across the table for the other nerd’s hand. They clasp hands as an old red-headed cafeteria lady reaches over them and grabs their napkin dispenser. Finally Drake Chadwick, the third number in my contact list, texts me back: f i cn suck u2. *** Micky-G’s moonshine in a canning jar sits between me and Drake out on the lawn behind the library half finished. When I got back up to the dorm it was way too hot to stay in the un-air-conditioned room. The fan did nothing but blow around hot humid air. Avery Beckwith Hall has AC, as do the townhouses, but not good ol’ Hanniford Hall. So I take my reefer, my pipe, Mickey-G’s canning jar, and my roommate, and we traipse down behind the library. It’s dark and the entire night sky is spread out above us. It’s cloudless and there’s no moon, so we have billions of blinking lights outlining our dark shapes. I warn Drake that you don’t need much of Micky-G’s to get a buzz going. And you’ll definitely hurl if you drink too much. And here, take a hit of Jasper’s herb. You get a good balance between the two of them. I don’t think Drake is that familiar with either weed or hooch ‘cause he’s only taking small hits, imbibing on both minimally, and looks, in the dim light, pretty unstable. Me, too, but it’s not my first rodeo, muchacho—hooch, herb, or hombre. Drake falls back taking in the sky and pointing at small shooting stars along the horizon, wordless. I see them too, but it’s him I’m admiring. The enhancements help, but right now, looking at his silhouette, his long nose, the rise and fall of his chest, his sharp chin jutting into the shadowy outline of the Juniper bush, he’s the enhancement I want. I’m horney and happy and nicely roasted. I lean over and kiss him. He’s startled but not unwilling. He’s melting into the grass with me leaning over his face. I sense he’s never had another man kiss him before and, curiously, he draws his finger over the stubble of my nine o’clock shadow. For such a big hunk, his face is soft, smooth, his lips downy. I pass my tongue through his lips and he’s awash in a dreamy, smoldering passion. He’s warm and responsive to everything I’m doing to him. I reach up under his black t-shirt and feel his strong, smooth chest, his racing heart, stroke through the damp hair under his pits. I smell him. He’s between the musk of a freshly run mile and freshly laundered clothes. He’s the good son still, I can tell, but with every kiss, parts of his younger, innocent self wash away. I undo his shorts and slide them down to his knees, then pull down his checkered boxers. He tells me the grass is cold. Only for a minute, I say, and go down on his very hard cock. I can tell I could get him off in a few seconds if I really went at him, but I want it to last and just trace my tongue along his shaft, licking, outlining, every now and then wrapping my lips around his knob, pulling down his foreskin, swirling over his head, tasting bits of smegma buried deep in the bottom of his ridges. I have a white flake on my tongue and kiss him with it. If he wasn’t high he might have been revolted, but like me, in our ardor, it’s something that turns us both on. He’s into it and is clamoring to get into my jeans. I let him. All he has to do is unsnap a few buttons and he’s in. I’m good and stoned, and, yeah, the grass is cold, dewy, and the individual blades of grass astonish my tickled crack, but not more than the feeling of Drake’s hand running over my erection. This boy is good and goes straight in for the killshot, almost making me cum the first time he goes full-Nelson on my pecker. He peels the skin down my shaft, exposing my head. I have a lot more foreskin than he does, and he’s much cleaner than I. I’m trash and I know it and I revel in it. But I’ve a mom that’s a nurse and she’s reined me in. Mostly. His first taste of dick cheese, if I’d had my way, would have packed a lot more punch, but since he’s this great big one-eighty pound virgin, I guess he’s better off with just a hint of rankness. Anyway, we slip into a sixty-nine and he’s dripping and oozing like he needs a plumber and I’m there to lap it up. I’m sure I’m leaking too. He just taste so fucking good, the hooch and the pot say so anyway. I can’t get enough of his big bent dick and he’s acting on the same impulses. First he climbs over me, his giant rod angling over my face. My neck’s pulled back to look up at it, in a perfect position to thrust it deep down my throat. Between his legs, his furry balls dangling, I see the heavens and shooting stars as he slides his shaft into my mouth. Over time I’ve gotten good at deep throating. Practice from cucumbers, bananas, and countless men at the lake. He’s a challenge being so big, but with big challenges come even bigger pleasures. That big cock slides down my throat and ends with his dark pubes stuck up against my nostrils. He smells and tastes of soap, but the longer I spend nursing his huge cock, it starts to meld into that special scent and taste of a man. His acrid crack slowly pushes and grinds its way towards me. I don’t think he knows he’s doing it but his ass crack is coming into shadowy view. His dick pops out of my throat and before he or I even realize it, my tongue is buried between his two smooth white cheeks. I reach my hands up and feel the flexing of his muscled ass. I squeeze them and sense the conflict between what he wants and what he’s afraid to ask for. I pull his cheeks apart and settle that conflict with my tongue, riding deep into the valley to find his hole. He lets out an audible gasp as my mouth covers the entrance to the Drake I want to get to know. I dart my tongue inside and he lets out a fuck into the night air, in the dark, behind the library. We’re shadows writhing in shadows, him riding my face. There’s only the slightest of movements, we’re dark statues frozen on the lawn, the only unseen movement is my tongue tracing a spiral inside his ass, then jabbing into his hole. He emits a quiet moan of gratitude. His hole’s loosening. I feel his sphincter pushing out, wanting me to penetrate him deeper. I happily comply while I reach up his shirt, play with his pin-point nipples. He starts grinding his ass over my face, getting the scruff of my cheeks to burn against his rutting ass. There is no resistance in him, he wants me to go deeper. I wiggle a finger next to my mouth and let the saliva provide the necessary lubrication for my digit to slide in. Into the warm night air, in the shadow of the library lawn, he emits another amazed fuck, and pushes down on my finger so I penetrate him deeper, now up to my second knuckle. He’s still grinding down, but rather than pushing further into to him, I withdrawal a bit and wet my middle finger and let it join the first. Oh fuck, he cries softly, knees on the grass, realizing what it feels like to have two fingers invading him, and before he’s settled comfortably into it, I wet a third and slip it in. “Fuck man,” he says quietly, now aggressively pushing his butt down on my hand. “I’m going to cum,” he pants helplessly as his bucks on my fingers. “Like hell you are,” I say pulling out. “You fucker,” he says, his teeth shining from the light of the library windows. “You fuck,” he says. “Turn on your side.” “Why?” I say, but know where he’s headed. He pulls a small tube of hand cream out of his shorts and dangles it in front of me with a devilish smile. “You thought that far ahead?” I say. “Sneaky, sneaky, honey badger. Was that going to be for me or for you?” “Didn’t know, but I do now. Turn on your side,” he says sure of himself. I toe off my sneakers and slip off my jeans. We’re outside in the shadows, footpaths, flowerbeds, brick staircases, alone, quiet, lit by a billion stars, cloaked by night. I pull off my shirt. His Mario Brothers shirt and khaki shorts come off. His checkered underwear lies over them. We’re naked next to shrubs, dirt, the smell of freshly mowed grass, moist. I roll on top of him. Our hard cocks press into each other’s belly, his dark and my darker pubes intertwine, the dew of the lawn make us slick and slippery. I have one leg between his, and he has one leg between mine. Neither one of us has relinquished who, for the moment, will bottom and who will top. We’re dancing, we’re jockeying for position, we’re enjoying the chase, the pursuit, the open question. Our hands at first clutch tenderly as I bend to kiss him. Then I feel his palms clutching tighter. Then we’re wrestling for control. He’s pushing up as I’m holding him down. He’s bigger but I’m quicker. I flip him and have him pinned so his face is pushed into the grass, but I feel him powering up like a hydraulic lift, slow pushing me back. His face comes out of the grass and he’s wearing a conqueror’s smile. “You can fuck me afterward but I’m going to fuck you this second,” he says, throwing me onto my back, lifting my legs apart. He smears some cream on his dick and sticks his hand under my butt. I feel his fingers run over my hole, then push inside. Like I said, I’m pretty much a virgin with man meat but not unfamiliar with penetration. But there’s a universe of difference between me playing with my hole and someone else doing it. Especially if that someone else is as hot and aggressive as this fucker. He pushes my legs forward and lines up his thick member against my hole, and slowly pushes in. The whites of his eyes shine as does his shimmering wet body. He’s a merman from the sea and he’s diving inside me, burying his thick veined shaft, his foreskin pushing back revealing his velvety knob pushing deeper than even the most daring vegetable has ever gone. How can it hurt and feel so good at the same time? Fuck, yeah, I encourage him. Do it, I whisper in his ear. And he’s in up to his bone. I feel his pubes grinding against my hole, his solid rod spreading the width of my chute apart like its never been spread. I’m trying like mad to get used to his size but he’s frenzied and nineteen and in heat. He doesn’t care about anything but what he wants, and that would be cumming inside me as quickly as he can. I stroke myself and could easily get off this very second. I feel the burn building inside my balls. He’s pounding against them, abusing them with each thrust of his pelvis. Fuck, the thrust and pressure themselves could bust my nut any second I chose to let it, and I’m torn, but Drake decides for me, and holds my legs apart, shudders, breaths strained rushes of air through clenched teeth, and I know he’s cumming inside me deep. I want to cum, too, but I want it to be inside him when I do, so I hold back. It’s an ecstatic moment feeling him rutting inside me, spewing his first load in me, while I wait, watching him return to behind his eyes. His eyes are alive in a new way. Knowing something I don’t yet know. I’m jealous of the fuck. He rolls off me, looking up at the night, smiling. He lies next to me and grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth, licks it. Doesn’t kiss it, but licks it. That makes me laugh. I comment, “So, we’re batting two for oh, boy-o, aren’t we?” “What’d you mean, boy?” He comes back and leans over my face. He licks my lips. He’s on top of me again, his dick’s still hard. “You gotta cum whenever you can, boy-o.” “Says my wanker roommate,” I say and knock him off me. Both our dicks are hard, standing off our bellies as we lie on our backs squeezing hands. There’s a fireball in the sky, not a small specks of light, but something that lights up our faces. I see his eyes shine. He’s enraptured, blissful. I’m jealous and want his lube. He sees how much lust is in me, scrunches his face uncertain, and grabs for his clothes. “I don’t fucking think so. Turn on your side, boy,” I order. “I don’t know, Dupree,” he says sitting up holding his checkered brief. “I do, Chadwick. Where that tube?” He hands it to me tentatively. “I never…” he begins. “I know. Me neither,” I say back at him. “You'll like it. I'll make sure you do. I’ll go slow. Hell, before, you were ready to have me to fist you.” “What’d’ya mean?” he asks as I lube my cock, shaking my head. I reach between his butt cheeks, those beautiful white boulders I’d first seen this afternoon and have been thinking about ever since. My lubed finger pushes at his hole. Boy is he tight, tighter than when I was fingering him moments ago. He’s purposefully clenching, not wanting me to go any further. “Ow,” he says quietly. “I don’t think I can, Kyle.” “You’re not the only boy scout that comes prepared,” I say rifling through my jean pocket. I pull out my bag of T, lick my un-lubed finger and then a second, and stick them in the bag. I pull out white fingers and rub them on his tight hole. “What is it?” he asks, as it goes inside his chute. He’s lubed enough to take my fingers up to my second knuckle. I rub them all around the wall of his wet rectum. He takes a grimaced inhalation. “It burns, man,” he complains. “Just for a second,” I say. I don’t take my fingers out, but leave them in him. After a few seconds I start wiggling the pair around. Then there’s the first moan I’ve been waiting for. His hole seems to not only be loosening up but wanting more stimulation. Another inhalation through his clenched teeth. My fingers inside are conflicting him. He squeezes. My fingers being squeezed is not of rejection but enticement. He doesn’t yet know it, but he wants more. His brain will catch up to his body, but even before it does I lube a third finger and slip it in, then a fourth. He gasps as he thrusts his hips back to take more of my fingers. I’m more than willing to give it to him. On his side, he pushes up on his elbow while he thrust back his ass and starts rocking gently. I go with his rhythm and let him pump himself on my hand until it’s buried up to the crook of my thumb. “Fuck, man,” he whispers. “Fuck that’s good.” “Yeah?” I ask him. “More?” He answers by pushing harder onto my hand. I lube my thumb and the thickest part of my hand. The thumbnail slides it. He’s pushing on me, hungrily, greedily. My thumb knuckle is buried and still he’s rocking, trying to take in more. He’s hissing on the lawn through clenched teeth, writhing, fingers digging into the turf, wanting something he doesn’t have a name for. “Ah-ahh!” he hollers loudly, and I look around to see if anyone hears us. I then realize he’s swallowed my whole hand. “Wait, wait, wait, wait,” he cries, gulping air like a drowning man, his head drooped over. I can’t believe it either. Neither of us can. But it’s done. I don’t move. I wait. We’re like that for some time, unmoving, sweating into the wet grass. I’m hard as a steel beam. He drops to his side, hissing again through his teeth, the slightest of moans germinated from deep inside his chest. He gently moves his hips. Stops. Tests the water. Pushes back a little. Stops. I let him control what we do, but my dick is getting impatient. It’s jealous of the attention my hand’s been given. I lube my shaft. Stroke it slowly. Try to appease it. But it know what it wants, and where it’s going. I slide up behind Drake, let my knob rest between my wrist and the top of his ass. My cock traces down my wrist finding my palm held open at the entrance of Drake’s body. Drake knows what’s what, and begins a torturous journey against my pelvis. He can’t help himself. He’s drawn to the thought of it like I am. He pushes back as I arch forward, the knob of my cock crawling down my palm into his out-stretched hole. He’s drenched, sweat pours down his back, off his butt, dripping on my arm; his body burning on the lawn. I fear any moment he’ll spontaneously combust, become nothing but ashes. His desire is burning as hot as mine, he’s as determined. I push forward and he pushes back, in small minuscule movements. Then, with a pop and a gasp from both of us, suddenly, like falling through an hourglass, I’m inside his ass, his hot lava ass. He cries out even louder, his fuck is deeper, more lustful, craven. He’s molten inside. His fire surrounds my hand, my groin is a wick ignited. His body makes me insane. My fist and cock move around inside this crushing volcano, my cock clenched tightly inside my fist. No anatomy book prepares you. The body is a body, wet, liquid, flesh, a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, pliable, strong, vulnerable, unimaginable; the mind is only one small occupants of the body. I know what we’ve done, what we’re doing. But it’s not knowing, it’s feeling that composes the body. He feels so fucking good, what I’m doing to him is a violation against his surrender. That makes me even harder. He growling next to me like a mongrel clinging to a bone, my fist, my cock. I lick the sweat off his spine. My free hand reaches across his slick torso, and I grab his steely cock. I fuck him from behind, jacking myself off in him and jacking him at the same time. We’ve found a rhythm we can sustain, not for long but forcefully. I’m breathing through clenched teeth. Wanting to hurt him, wanting to bring him pain and with it, massive, fierce, masculine satisfaction that only males can satisfy in other males. Fuck, he cries with my fist violently ramming up his shithole. We find a plateau of ferocity, a place where I could abuse him indefinitely, and he knows it, I know he knows it, except I’m feeling his dick leak, then spurt, then gush, then his ass squeezes my fist internally. The dominos of orgasm are falling mightily. His seized ass is pulling the cum straight out of me. I have no choice but to shoot, a steady stream of cum liquefies his perfect hole. I quake for a moment at the precipice, appreciate his beauty and his submission, then fall endlessly, rush after rush of pleasure, filling him with me. “Stop. Wait,” he gasps, trembling, after only seconds have passed. “Please don’t move,” he begs as I still feel a stream of semen flow into his bowels. I squeeze my fist to push out a few more drops, a last shudder, and then relax my hand. “I’m not moving,” I say, and it’s true. I’m locked within him. Only he can release me. He’s shaking and I pull him in tightly with my free arm. I stroke his heaving chest. Is he cringing? I can’t tell but his body quivers. I feel his guts rumble and tense, and he shits out my cock and hand savagely with a harsh grunt of exhalation. “Fuck!” I yowl at the intensity of the sensation of having my cock and first aborted all at once. He rolls over on his stomach, buries his face in the grass, his dark hair matted to his scalp. He’s a beautiful mess and I want to hold him. I slip an arm over his broad shoulders but he throws it off, hiding his face in the shadowy blades. I’m stung by his turnaround but I’ll wait for him as long as he wants. I won’t get dress. I’ll wait with him till daylight when the safety officers discovers our naked bodies on the library’s back lawn. I pick up the Mason jar half full of Micky-G’s moonshine, twist open the top and take several unwise swigs. I screw the lid tight and lay back, looking up at the inky sky; watch for a long, long time as meteors and satellites glide across the firmament above us. I lay the back of my hand on the small of his back. He rocks it off. I rise on an elbow. I want him to look at me, to show him I’ll lick his slimy guts off my hand, I have no pride, I’d be his mutt if he'll be mine—but his face remains buried. I lie back and find the rings around nearby Saturn, tick off the moons of Jupiter—Ganymede, Io, Callisto, Europa, Themisto, Amalthea, Elara. I stare into the black holes where the stars aren’t anymore. Observe galaxies whirl, whole universes dance through each other, disburse in a prism of gas. I see far off stars hurtling toward me at a million light-years a second, while others swim into the black emptiness toward oblivion, never to be heard from again. Like people do. “Drake?” I ask a bit panicked at how quickly I'm alone in the universe. “You there?” The vacuum of space swallows the question. u there drake? He’s a digital ghost, a celestial body untethered. I can’t reach him though he’s inches away. I don’t know how to chart this course; I’ve never traveled here before. Did I do something wrong? Do something right? The longer I stare the more I see the stars aren’t white; have never been. Some glow red, some yellow, others are a ghostly blue. I feel the earth rotating under me, the lawn taking me along for the ride. The constellations wheel across the black vault above. Their stories elbow into my brain—the hunter, the serpent, the bears, the belt, the lion, I know them all, just like at home on our trailer’s roof. Same stories, same stars; stories spread down through millennia, through a trillions souls, eventually to mine. I’m drunker than shit and will probably puke in a moment. I’ll push dirt over the puke like it never happened. As I look above my head, upside down at the library windows, three figures stand peering through the glass, backlit, unmoving. Even with the world upside down as it is, the central figure in a blue sweater, with salt and pepper hair, comes into focus. Coach Brandon. What I can’t comprehend in my addled brain, what I can’t wrap my mind around, is why he’s there standing next to a dark figure in a cowl and, on his other side, why there’s a bald guy whose head shines in a mosaic of tattoos. None of this makes sense. Huh. But I can tell you this: coach just winked at me. That’s the second time tonight.

I have the entire Cyborg Exploration set from Fort Troff. Definitely my favorite toys that I’ve ever purchased. They’re giant with just enough taper and shape to give you a realistic experience while being smooth enough to let you focus on the stretch.

I've never discriminated on race. Being a Kiwi, it just comes naturally to accept all sorts of cultures and peoples imo. I am attracted to certain shapes and that sort of thing, like facial structures etc. (I hate how mechanical that sounds, lol). It's just when I see someone I like, I go with the flow. Simple. Attitude matters a million times more than appearance, just like how actions are more important than words.

How I used, used cum filled condoms. When I was a very young youngster I was already very horny for everything that had to do with sex. I had some gay encounters with mostly older gays.... in the park while I was fishing. They came up to me asking how fishing was going but really where interested what was between my Leg and how it would feel, smell, taste and how my firm ass looked like. So after having my first enjoyable encounters I started cruising to find places where I would find find horny sex interested guys. Doing that I would find also used and cum filled condoms. I would collect the most fresh used cum filled ones and take them home.... to the Appartement (where I lived) the dark cellar underneath every Appartement had one. It was very privat. I would drop my pants and my cock would be hard within a minute. I would take the moste cum filled condom (or mix fill one with the cum of 2 or 3 condoms). I would pull that condom over my hard cock and wank the hell out of my cock. Feeling the cum that was not mine over my cock.... sliding, wanking..... I would leave the condom for minutes long over my cock.... marinating. Smelling the cum smell....... fantasizing having horny and sleazy sex with an much older gay me fucking his sloppy cum filled ass until I would Orgasm extremely heavy and shoot my load into the condom mixing the present cum with my sticky creamy cum. Depending on how many condoms I would find (went looking frequently for them) I would masturbate a lot with cum filled condoms. I also started as a young horny guy not to wash my cock/head/foreskin not every day. Loved the buildup of smegma and the heavy smell under my foreskin.

I've had guys use flavoured lube on me before and always give it a taste but nothing tastes better than precum and my own saliva is enough lube for a good BJ however... on a trip to Amsterdam in my early 20s I spent all day smoking weed then went home with a guy I met at a club, we got to his place he told me to suck his (thick as hell) cock I was spitting cotton, didn't have a drop of saliva, he had me take a swig from a bottle of olive oil and keep it in my mouth as he slid his cock deep into my throat until his cock and the inside of my mouth was coated with oil letting him slip and slide his cock down my throat and bust a monster load in my mouth with such force it nearly came out of my nose.

I know you guys love it holding our head as your pushing your cocks down the throat of us sissy bitches. Watching us gag and cough as you go deeper.

So it looks like Simon has missed out again... We're all thinking Joshua is back but could this be Carrington that has chloroformed Charlie? It would certainly be a "Positive" way to ensure that he breaks up with the girlfriend?

Completely agree! I’m married to a woman so the ability to go somewhere that men can be men with no judgement keeps me sane.